Dramatic music immediately cuts in the background, as the sun is shown rising above a grassy hill. The screen goes black as the following words appear across it in bold lettering.

War is broken, yet did we pass that fine line?
Did the sane shed blood
Insane, shed tears
Joy, sorrow, regret;
Together, we cannot forget

A motion camera captures the sun fading as the moon now rises shortly there after, behind seemingly the same grassy hill. It's large and white surface gleams as it centers itself in the sky above, its craters fairly visible as the world falls dark. A bright red rose is featured, the mourning dew collected across its bright, life induced surface, looking fresh, newly blooming.

The crimson rose, falling from its place,
A hierarchy broken, caused by us
We march on, like robots, unwilling to accept
What we have done.

The same red rose is shown weltering, its color becoming a dark shade of black. The peddles collapse from it and tumble to the dirt below. A city is shown, the sun high above its towering skyscrapers as thousands of tiny individuals scurry about, shown in motion capture once again. The moon rises above the city, turning what was once a light, beautiful day, into cold darkness, no more figures seen on the city streets below. An infant is held within the hands of a Priest as he brushes water across the surface of his face.

Life, wasted, as if it were not existent.
A simple love, tossed aside,
Taken by the grim, a skeleton touch;
Only to be born again.

A casket is shown being lowered into an open grave, a bundle of flowers spread across its surface, depicting the struggle between life and death. A passionate kiss is captured upon the camera before being replaced with the pain of lose as a figure is shown seated in a dark corner with their hands slid into their hair.

We cannot stop, what we have begun;
Chaos is the ultimate nemesis, a sin of pride,
And so, we have passed
That One Fine Line.

The figure seated in the dimly lit corner takes his hands away from his face, revealing the painted features of Simon "Silencer" Cagero. He looks up slowly into the camera's frame, a general look of discontent emanating from his features. Silencer's voice can be heard echoing in the background now as we see an image of the World Heavyweight title belt, connected to the middle of a X formed by cables over top of the ring.

Silencer: A friendship gone sour; perhaps this is fate.

The music only picks up in intensity now, hitting some harder cords, sounding rather gothic, as numerous images begin to transpire across the screen. Killjoy is shown at the top of the ramp, with his arms extended out to both of his sides with blood rushing down his face. His voice can be heard in the background now, echoing as well.

Killjoy: My fate, my destiny, is the World title.

Silencer is shown diving into the crowd at Killjoy, hitting him with a senton. A cannon is shown being fired in black and white footage. The images switch to Johnny Kingdom lying across his chest while being held in the Legend Lock by a roaring Hurse. The Challenger for the FUF World title can be heard in the background this time, his face zoomed in on before we see him kick Johnny to the gut, setting up for the Exodus Finale. Black and white imagery of solders marching down a cobble street are featured.

Hurse: I don't care if I've failed once, twice, hell, a dozen times, I will not fail on this night.

The music really picks up with even more drama as the FUF World title belt is shown before the camera zooms out, featuring Johnny Kingdom's rather positive face, the gold glistening over his shoulder.

Kingdom: Failure, is your only option.

Johnny is featured slamming a steel sign over the head of Hurse, knocking him down to the mats, but this image only lasts a breif second, replaced now with tanks being shown firing upon a building, reducing it to rubble.

Curtis Jack: It doesn't matter if it's twenty minutes, thirty minutes, or one hour, you will not survive, or out last me!

Curtis Jack is shown being hit with an enzugari to the back of his head by Sean Johnson, before it switches into Curtis brutalizing Sean Johnson in the ring. The scenes get faster, as does the music, loud drumming now being heard in the background as we witness Shinzan Valfane placing Orlando Cruze in the halo, while his arms are still tied in the ropes.

Valfane: Cruze, Feral doesn't want you....

Feral kicks Cruze in the testicles, revealing herself as a member of the Order.

Shinzan: The only thing she wants to do to you, is help me end your pathetic career.

Orlando is shown with his arms crossed, standing in a shadowy area. The music gets very light now, dying down some as Silencer is featured lying on the canvas, his forehead busted open, blood rushing down his face, his eyes blinking in slow motion.

Silencer: "I have suffered the ultimate fate; you've proven me wrong at every turn, now I think it's time for you to have the same fate."

Silencer is shown as he looks up at the screen in that same dimly lit room, still residing in the corner. A slight smile forms upon his face. Blackness envelopes all, as those words once again appear on the screen.

We cannot stop, what we have begun;
Chaos is the ultimate nemesis, a sin of pride,
And so, we have passed
That One Fine Line.

Without Temptation begins to play in the background, the official ULW theme song by, Stand My Ground as images of the various performers taking part in the ring are now shown. Their bodies are surrounded with odd red glowing effects as they hit various moves in the ring. Sean Johnson is shown hitting someone with the Extreme Pedigree before switching into Johnny Kingdom charging out of the corner with a bulldog on one of his opponents. A deep toned voice can now be heard in the back.

ULW presents, War of the Worlds.

Chapel is shown hitting Kelly with the Cardinal Sin before switching to Sarah Punche attacking Stacy Raines from behind. The War of the Worlds symbol finally appears upon the screen before ripping down the center as we're taken live to the inside of the arena. The crowd is going nuts, everyone jumping up and down as fireworks explode from the turnbuckles, rafters and stage, specially crafted to resemble two metal planets colliding with separate entry ways cut out beneath them. The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Without Temptation continues to play in the background. The camera pans over all of them, holding up signs, some broadcasting their support for Johnny Kingdom, other's showing an undying love for Silencer, the Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. Everyone is jumping up and down, incredibly excited for what lies ahead.

Dan: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to ULW, War of the Worlds!

The camera continues to pass over the fans and the stage, revealing that there are tanks and other military weapons and vehicles set up around it as well. The camera finally cuts to Dan Douglas and Tim May sat behind the announce table, both men looking very enthused about the impending event, almost bouncing around in their seats.

Dan: And what a night this promises to be.

Tim: For once Danny, the words coming from your mouth, aren't entirely full of shit. Because tonight, we're going to witness Johnny Kingdom defend his FUF World title in the Final Showdown, the final match against Hurse.

Dan: That should be incredible, just like Orlando Cruze going one on one with Shinzan Valfane, in a match that has been building for months.

Tim: Oh yeah, it's going to be beautiful witnessing Shinzan and the Order, leave Orlando down and out once again, maybe this time, after he's beat down, he won't come back. But I'm looking even more forward to the huge Curtis Jack vs. Sean Johnson, Ironman match.

Dan: Don't forget about the Nightmare Before Christmas Match, are main event of the evening tonight, where Silencer will put his gold on the line against Killjoy, in what may be one of the sickest, most barbaric matches any of us ever witness.

Tim: What a night this is going to be, I just can't wait, I'm giddy, here feel my nipples.


DAMAGE INC © VS. ROMEO DAMASCUS/ROBIN BROOKS VS. PIMP
TAG TEAM TITLE MIX MATCH


Dan Douglas: Tim, you're a sick, sick man - you know that right?

(Suddenly 'Rumor' by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin. She runs to the middle of the stage as white pyrotechnics go off sending stars above the young wrestler. Sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ramp. Doing some of her kick boxing moves she waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she continues to wave and smile at them. She reaches the steps and takes them two at a time and jumps up on the ropes and bounces on them a few times before she flips over them and lands on her feet. The smile and the excitement in her face can be seen as she prepares for maybe her biggest opportunity in ULW history thus far, the current TV Champion just takes the belt from around her waist and hands it to the official before jumping on the spot as she awaits her partner.)

Dan Douglas: Robin Brooks is quick, she is agile and she is looking in the best shape of her life tonight, what a fortnight it would be for this young lady if she can win the tag titles here at War of the Worlds only a week or so after she won the Television title off Sarah Punche at annihilation, she certainly has the ability to do it.

Tim May: Maybe so, but she also has a low level of common sense that will cause her to fuck it up, did you see her waving to these people on her way down here? She makes me sick to my stomach, don't get me wrong, I'd give her one for the boys, but she is to nice for my liking otherwise!

Dan Douglas: Do you have a decent bone in your body? That comment was so tasteless Tim May, my god man.

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

Dan Douglas: Romeo is out here now joining forces with Robin Brooks but is hardly looking like a team player, lost in his solitude somewhat.

Tim May: I am not sure about this guy yet, his attack on Stacy Jones got him some credit in my books last week, but he really needs to keep that attitude up, this whole poetic melodramatic bullshit just reminds me of a Flock Production piece, scary stuff

Dan Douglas: Except he doesn't use the entire cast the Walton's!

Tim May: True!

(The arena lights dim as the opening rifts to Slipknot's "Before I Forget" rips throughout the arena. On the big screen you can see numerous video clips of Brad Dickie, Liam Knowles & Waylon $pencer's most insane moments of their wrestling career. Then the music stops, leaving the arena in total darkness. A huge explosion of red pyrotechnics emerges from the middle of the entrance ramp followed by a screaming of the word "GO!" Then Waylon & Brad appear, walking through the smoke from the pyro and just stop to look around the arena, absorbing the crowd's reaction. The two then proceed towards the ring with their eyes dead set on their opponents. However before they can even reach the ring Poppa Cherry and Too Magnificent suddenly appear from behind the curtain and slam forearms into the back of the two men knocking the tag team champions forward and onto there stomachs, the fans are going wild as the cameras focus on Poppa Cherry leap over Waylon and slam a furious array of right hands into the head of the squirming and surprised Waylon Spencer, he then stands up and lifts Waylon before lifting him into a snap suplex right onto the metal grids of the rampway! Too Magnificent is just as vicious, stomping angrily over the stomach of Brad Dickie over and over again before lifting him to his feet and just dragging him into a DDT position before leaping backwards and dropping Dickie head first into the metal flooring of the stage area, bouncing Dickie off the metal and onto his back! The fans are on there feet going wild as Poppa directs traffic telling Too Magnificent to bring Brad to the ring, they left the Damage Inc Members to there feet and begin dragging them down the ramp to the ring but as they reach the bottom Waylon breaks the grapple and begins firing right hands into Cherry's face as does Dickie into Too Mag, but PIMP won't give any ground and both teams are going nuts with right hands over and over.)

Dan Douglas: Both teams are going crazy, neither are going to give ground, what a start to the night, what a start to this match, this is amazing!

Tim May: Damn it, someone tell PIMP something about sportsmanship damn it, Damage Inc haven't even got in the ring yet.

Dan Douglas: Like Damage Inc have never done that!

Tim May: When?

Dan Douglas: Try every time Poppa Cherry has been in the open over the last 2 weeks, but he got his revenge today Tim! OH WAIT! LOOK, LOOK!!

(Suddenly Romeo and Robin bounce off the far ropes before running across the mat and jumping over the ropes to a hug eruption which stops all four men on the outside and has them turn to the commotion, but as they do R&R just fall onto the members of Damage Inc and PIMP with a double swantom bomb that has the fans on there feet chanting 'holy shit' at the tops of there voices, Robin just stands back up and leans on the apron waiting for the first man to get up, meanwhile Romeo just grabs Waylon Spencer and rolls him in the ring before climbing in himself, the bell then sounds and the match officially begins, but the commotion is still on the outside as a dazed Too Magnificent tries to get his bearings but turns right into a tremendous superkick from Robin that knocks him to the mats and nearly takes his head off in the meantime causing the fans to hold there mouths in shock, many of them cheering for the hugely popular TV Champion. Robin just laughs and looks at the fans who are cheering her before walking around the ring and toward her corner as Poppa and Brad both begin to stir on the outside, in the ring Romeo just has Waylon perched in the corner, resting on the bottom turnbuckle, he continues to stamp on the chest of the tag team champion over and over before pressing his foot on the throat of $pencer and holding it there for a four count from the official Stuart Wright. He just lets go and says a few words to the official before picking Waylon up in the corner and holding him in place before stinging his chest with a huge chop and then a second, before hitting a third that just echoes throughout the arena, he then takes the arm of Waylon and moves him along the ropes to the centre of them before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, Waylon comes back and ducks a clothesline attempt by Romeo before heading back into the original ropes and back at Romeo, but as he does Romeo leaps into the air and takes Waylon down with a crossbody into a pin,

No, easy kickout by Waylon.)

Dan Douglas: Romeo is the quicker of the two men here and you have to be honest in saying that Waylon still looks shellshocked from the back attack that really got this match moving!

Tim May: Wouldn't you be? If you were attacked from behind by a duo of cowards and then thrown onto a metal flooring!

Dan Douglas: Comment on the actions of PIMP all you like, but the fans and I know that what happened is hard justice for the duo of Damage Inc here who have really made a statement with Poppa Cherry over the last month

(Waylon just sits up and holds his head as Romeo quickly rolls back onto his feet and swiftly adds a couple of strong stomps into the lower spine of Waylon before grabbing him by the head from behind and slamming some right hands into the top of his head before lifting him to his feet and holding him a reverse headlock and then lifting him into the air before dropping him into a inverted reverse DDT that has Waylon bounce off the mat and roll onto his side holding the back of his head in pain. The fans are unsure how to react to the ever delightful and poetic Romeo who just stands back up and bows gracefully to Robin before turning back to Waylon and grabbing him by the hair lifting him to his feet and just hitting some nice punches to his head before throwing him off the ropes and across the ring again, he falls to his chest and Waylon manages to jump him adding to his momentum before he bounces off the opposite ropes, Romeo stands up and sees him coming before leaping at Waylon and landing on his shoulders but Waylon holds him in place, Romeo in a panic just slams some right hands into the head of Waylon, but he is undeterred and with a huge amount of force, he throws Romeo down with a sitdown powerbomb that bounces both men off the mat and causes Robin to jump out of the way of the aftershock of the move as the mat ripples from the impact.

The fans are still on there feet at the constant action and it doesn't stop as Poppa Cherry and Brad Dickie go at it forcefully on the outside both men throwing right hands at the other but Brad suddenly throws in a knee for good measure and it pays off bending Poppa forward before Brad just grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the apron knocking Poppa to one knee momentarily before taking his arm as he stands back up and with force throwing him at the metal stairs that rattle at the impact of his back against them.

Brad just shakes away any cobwebs he might have and walks to Poppa Cherry once more before lifting him back to his feet and then looking behind him to make sure the floor is cleared throws Poppa into a nice snap suplex before standing back up and taunting the fans with a aura of arrogance, he then walks past Poppa who is on his side attempting to stand back up before grabbing the safety mat in the corner just right off the rampway and to the boos of the fans pulls it from the floor and throws it away revealing the concrete ground below it, he then turns back to Poppa who is on all fours, but as he comes close Poppa reacts and jumps up to his feet lifting Brad with him before forcefully dropping him with a spinebuster to the revealed concrete floor to a huge eruption of cheers from the fans all over the sold out Turner Field arena!)

Dan Douglas: OH MY! Brad was just dropped hard on the concrete ground and Damage Inc have not made a strong start to this match, the back attack has really taken them off there game plan!

Tim May: This is horrible, Poppa and Too Magnificent showed typical Annihilation bravery at the start of this match and now the FUF Tag Champions are suffering from it

Dan Douglas: Tim, when are you going to get in your head that FUF is over, no more, finished.

Tim May: Rubbish, we are showing you people what for!

(Poppa just gets up and then falls back in a daze into a sitting position before finally getting up to his vertical using the apron mat as a something to lean on, across from him Too Magnificent has begun to move from that amazing superkick and both members of PIMP just make there way to there corner before standing on the apron as both Waylon and Romeo attempt to move after that dangerous move by Spencer. The only man not on the apron now is Brad Dickie who is holding his back in pain and riving in agony from the clash of concrete and his spine. In the ring Waylon manages to get to his feet first and just waits for Romeo to stand, as he does Waylon lunges out and catches Romeo with a superb right hand that knocks him off his feet and back to the mat hard but Waylon is slowly gathering momentum and just grabs Romeo by the head once more before holding him in a reverse facelock and then lifting him high into the air as if for a suplex but instead of dropping back he just drops Romeo straight down and grabs him around the waist on his way down before dropping his weight over the top of the poet and hitting an awesome suplex lift into a side slam before hooking both legs and going for the pin,

NO! Kickout by Romeo Damascus

Waylon just sits up and looks for Brad in there corner, but Dickie is still on the outside hurt, he stands up and shakes the cobwebs before walking to the ropes and calling for Brad to stand up and get to the team corner but before Brad can even look up and see who is shouting at him Romeo jolts behind Spencer and rolls him over into a school boy pin, the referee slides down for the cover attempt, as he does Romeo throws his feet onto the middle rope,

NOOO! Waylon kicks out at the very last moment, but the energy it takes for him to do it is obvious as he slowly reaches his feet this time, around the same time as Romeo does, both throw a slug at the other catching each other nicely on the jaw, before simultaneously doing it again and again and again, but Waylon suddenly gets the upper hand as Romeo cannot keep up with the pace of punches and he drives the poet back into the ropes with his hard right hands before taking him by the arm and throwing him across the ring into the opposite ropes, Romeo hits them and runs back at Waylon but as he reaches him Waylon just lifts him onto his shoulders and as if in the same movement throws Romeo down with a Samoan drop before bouncing up with a high amount of enthusiasm and drive and just taunts the fans into a huge amount of boos before demanding Romeo stands to his feet, he is aggressive in his actions and soon enough he gets his wish as Damascus begins to wobble to his feet before standing and turning toward Waylon who connects with "Salt to the wound" hitting Romeos trademark superkick knocking the man flat out on the mat before hooking his leg and going for a pin,

NO! Robin suddenly leaps to the top rope of the ring and then flies off hitting Waylon with a powerful leg drop across the back of his head to break the cover and have Waylon roll away holding his head. Robin then just stands back up as the official pushes her back toward her corner, but as she is backing up an angry Brad Dickie suddenly appears on the outside and grabs her ankles causing her to fall face first on the apron before pulling her legs so she smashes crotch first into the steel turnbuckle to a huge eruption of boos from the fans. Brad just shouts trash back at the referee who is furious with him for his actions, but Brad just jumps on the apron and calls for the tag, Waylon wastes no time getting there and making it and Romeo just rolls onto all fours, unaware what happened to poor Robin.)

Dan Douglas: My god, Robin was just attacked brutally by Brad Dickie and she could be in serious trouble here, our TV Champion has been horribly caught out by Damage Inc now.

Tim May: She was bought in last minute Dan and thus she shouldn't be here, Stacy Jones was the lame ass who was meant to be working with Romeo on this, not Robin, she's had no training for such a big event, but ill do my best to help, Dan, bring her over here and ill rub her injury better

Dan Douglas: Could you be anymore sick and twisted Tim, she is in pain over there and you are simply thinking with your dick, have some respect damn it

(Brad just takes a run up before booting Romeo in the ribs hard knocking him onto his back before dropping an elbow across his chest swiftly and then getting to his knees before holding him by the hair and laying in a series of punches to the face that the official eventually stops, he stands up and lifts Romeo with him before pushing him back into the vacant corner and just boots him in the midsection holding the ropes for leverage before turning away from his opponent and toward PIMP and suddenly throwing them the finger that causes Poppa to steam through the ropes in anger as it does for Too Magnificent, but as they appeal to the official Waylon re-enters the ring and runs across the mat before lunging with a double leg dropkick right into the knee of Romeo taking him down to one knee and in a cry of pain from the strike on his knee, Waylon then stands up and together Brad and Waylon just pound into the head of Romeo with right hands before both lifting him up and holding him against the ropes, they throw him toward the ropes opposite, but before he reaches them his attacked leg gives way and he falls to the mat gripping his knee with both hands from the Waylon attack, Spencer just smiles and happily leaves the ring as does PIMP before the official turns to see Brad take a hold of the bad leg while Romeo is in the centre of the ring and gruesomely drop an elbow across the side of the knee twisting the leg upwards in an awkward fashion.

Brad just holds the leg in place across his chest and tugs on it putting pressure on the injured knee cap of Romeo as the referee asks him if he gives up, Romeo just shakes his head violently and shouts no while trying to grab at the face of Dickie and the hair, doing anything he can to escape, he falls back and attempts to grab the ropes nearest to him,

The official saw his shoulders on the mat and made the count causing Romeo to sit back up on his elbows back into the thick of the strain from the hold on his leg, he cries out in pain a little bit more before rolling his upper body onto its side and just looking for a means of escape, Robin is stamping and chanting for her partner to make it and to a few cheers from the females in the crowd Romeo forces himself across the mat slowly but surely, edging closer to the ropes with every slide, eventually he manages to stretch and get his arm over the bottom rope causing the official to jump toward Brad demanding he release the hold, Dickie just swears under his breath and does at he is told before standing up and turning toward Romeo before grabbing Romeo's leg once more and dragging him off the ropes and toward the centre of the ring before tagging Waylon Spencer back into the ring, Brad just hold his leg out as Waylon enters and in his own luxury just stamps down on the knee of Romeo causing the poet to roll back toward the centre of the ring holding his bad knee. With a grin and a cocky tone Waylon just turns to the fans with an arrogance as he trash talks Romeo, he then turns back to him and takes his leg once more, but as he does Romeo lifts his other leg up and pushes Waylon backwards with it and into a back roll, Waylon in anger just gets right back to his feet and notices Romeo attempting to get to his, he charges at him but Romeo sees it coming and counters his charge with a text book drop toe hold taking Waylon face first to the canvas, to the cheers of the fans Romeo suddenly tags the nearest person to him and Poppa Cherry enters the ring to an explosion of cheers from the fans all around the sold out American Airlines Arena.)

Dan Douglas: HERE WE GO!!! Poppa and Damage Inc, time for revenge!!

Tim May: This is bad, get out of there Waylon!

Dan Douglas: Waylon Spencer hasn't even seen him yet, this is bad for Damage Inc Tim, very bad!

(Poppa just stalks Waylon and waits for him to turn, Waylon is just holding his nose unaware of Poppa being in the ring, but he looks up at Brad and then at the cheering fans and realizes something is wrong, suddenly he turns going for a sharp right hand, but its blocked instantly by Poppa who then goes mad with punches knocking Waylon right back into the ropes before grabbing his arm and throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite but as Waylon comes back Poppa flies and takes him down with a huge spinning heel kick that bounces Waylon off the mat, Poppa then stands up as Brad jumps through the ropes but walks right into a superb superkick that knocks Brad Dickie right back through the ropes and hard to the outside of the ring, he then taunts the fans with a hand signal and a point to the turnbuckle, he walks to the apron and then leaps quickly to the top turnbuckle before pointing at Waylon and then flying off the top rope, THE SPOTLIGHT ELBOW DROP!!! Waylon's body just pulsates after the move before Poppa hooks the leg of his opponent,

The fans suddenly go wild as Poppa eliminates one half of the tag team champions, the people are jumping up and down as Poppa stands back up and looks adrenalin filled as he turns to Brad on his knee resting on the apron on the outside looking stunned at what has just occurred, he shakes his head in disbelief and just looks up at Poppa Cherry who is taunting him to enter. With a anger he jumps on the apron and just points toward Poppa, but before anything more can happen between the two Robin Brooks flies like an eagle through the air and just hits Poppa in the back with a dropkick causing him to stumble forward right into the Damage Inc corner where Brad instantly holds his hands up in innocence to the official.)

Dan Douglas: I'm still in surprise, the spotlight elbow drop has eliminated Waylon Spencer, can you believe it, the fans are on there feet and we are assured that tonight, we will see at least ONE new tag team champion, but can Poppa and Too magnificent remain the final two now?

Tim May: This is unfair Dan, unjust, Waylon was sneaked up on and attacked from behind, not just then but at the beginning of this match, this isn't right!

Dan Douglas: Bullshit, this is very right, very just, this is exactly what Damage Inc have deserved for there attacks on Poppa Cherry in recent weeks!

(Robin is back on her feet and just stands Poppa vertical in the corner before slapping his chest, then again, then a third time before taking his arm and throwing him across the ring toward the opposite corner, but Poppa quickly reverses it and sends Robin at pace, but the agility of the women is unbelievable as she pounces onto the middle rope and then jumps back at the advancing unaware Poppa Cherry and wraps her legs around his head before hitting a big hurricanrana that has the fans on there feet showing there appreciation for this.

She quickly gets back up again as Poppa gets to all fours dazed from the swift attack of Robin Brooks, wasting no time she just charges at him and slams a double footed lunge of a dropkick right into the side of his head knocking him under the ropes and to the outside of the ring, Too Magnificent jumps off the ring to the aid of his partner and slowly begins to lift him back up to his feet, suddenly the fans go wild as Robin sprints across the ring from the far side and leaps through the ropes knocking both men down with a big suicide dive!! The fans just go crazy as Robin slowly begins to get back up, the two men either side of her are also slowly making there way to there feet but as they all stand to there vertical base Romeo Damascus is seen running up the turnbuckle before hitting the crowd of wrestlers with a huge swantom bomb that takes them all back off there feet, Brad Dickie has entered the ring now and just holds the top rope in wait as all the wrestlers once more begin to get to there feet, as they stand Brad leaps onto the top rope before jumping up on it showing great balance as he turns away from them before jumping again and taking them all down with an impressive moonsault that has the fans going mad.

Brad is the first back up and just steps over the fallen bodies of the men around him before walking around the ring back to his corner, Robin is the next up and just grabs Poppa who is on all fours before rolling him back in the ring, she then climbs to the top rope of the turnbuckle and perches herself there as Poppa slowly makes his way to his feet, he stands in a daze and just turns to Robin who flies at him with a crossbody but Poppa sees it coming and ducks the attempt causing Robin to land stomach first on the mat the breathe in her body escaping from her lungs all at once.)

Dan Douglas: Good counter by Poppa, that has taken Robins momentum from her and now Poppa has to make the most of this opportunity, we have seen how quick the TV Champion can be and she already holds a win over Poppa in the past.

Tim May: That was great Dan, what a clumsy mistake to make, Robin is an idiot, that proves it!

Dan Douglas: It proves nothing, it was a high risk maneuver and it didn't pay off, the counter was very good non-aggressive move and now Poppa does have the momentum going into this.

(Poppa just takes a breath as Robin gets to all fours, he looks toward his corner but Too Magnificent is just getting back to his feet as is Romeo, he turns back to Robin and grabs her by the hair before forcefully lifting her to her feet, he then sets her up and lifts her into a suplex before dropping her back and crashing her back first against the mat, he then quickly turns on top of her and hooks the leg,

Kickout by Robin, Poppa just gets up as if knowing she would escape before lifting her once more and putting her over his shoulder facing the front before hooking her neck with his free arm and running forward before dropping her into a running powerslam he then gets up instantly and runs off the near ropes before coming back and dropping a leg drop across her throat and once more hooking the legs for a pin,

Kickout again by Robin. Poppa just gets onto his knees and takes her by the hair once more before standing and lifting her with him, he props her against the ropes and just takes her arm before throwing her across the ring, he then leans into the ropes himself and adds momentum as the two head on a collision course, but Robin ducks his running clothesline attempt and the two of them hit the ropes opposite to one another again, but as Poppa hits them Brad Dickie suddenly boots him in the back causing Poppa to stumble forward in a daze as he does Robin runs at him and leaps onto his shoulders before throwing him into a hurricanrana pin!!

The fans are showing a mixed reaction to this as Poppa powers out a mini-second to late, the ladies around the arena are clearly not happy while others are annoyed about Brad interfering to have Poppa eliminated, Poppa just sits up on the canvas as the official tells him to leave but as Robin gets to all fours Brad Dickie jumps in the ring and dropkicks her in ribs causing her to grab her side and curl up on the mat in pain.)

Dan Douglas: Damn Damage Inc, damn them to hell, Poppa has been screwed here by Brad Dickie and now Brad is out here against a tired Robin Brooks.

Tim May: All we need now is for Robin and Too Magnificent to be eliminated and we have the perfect beginning to this night Dan.

Dan Douglas: In your opinion maybe, but Brad deserves nothing as far as I'm concerned!

(Brad just grabs the tired Robin Brooks by the head and lifts her to her feet before throwing her back to the ground with a snapmare, he then grabs her by the head from behind and leaps over her pulling her head forward and stretching all of her lower back that propels Robin backwards onto her back as she holds her neck and back in pain, Brad just sits up and looks at the fans before cockily rubbing his hands together to an eruption of boos.

He stands up and just grabs Robin again before taking her into a front headlock and then twisting her into a traditional neckbreaker before getting back to his feet and walking to the far turnbuckle, he climbs to the top and just waits there as Robin slowly makes her way back to her feet, as she stands he takes flight and takes her back to the mat with a perfectly executed missile dropkick. Robin just drops hard and the fans are now booing louder then ever, Brad stands to his feet quickly and just lifts Robin to her feet as quick as he can before taking her for a DDT and then running at the ropes, he nips off the top rope and goes for a tornado DDT but as he seems ready to drop her, she frees her head and quickly counters it by grabbing Brad's and dropping him into a sitdown facebuster in the middle of the ring that has the fans going mad.

A Robin chant begins over and over as the two wrestlers just lay flat out on the mat neither of them moving, suddenly there is movement and Robin turns onto her stomach before grabbing the middle rope and crawling toward her corner but before she can reach Romeo Brad grabs her leg, some of the fans are screaming at this as Brad gets to his feet and tries tugging her away, Robin is holding onto that middle rope for dear life but suddenly with one almighty lunge she tags the hand of Romeo who leaps onto the top rope and quickly flies off with a top rope spinning heel kick to the jaw of Brad Dickie that knocks the damage inc member to the ground with force. The fans not really liking either of these men just cheer mildly for the preferred of the two which is

Romeo, he picks Brad up and hooks his head before lifting him for a suplex but as he reaches a vertical he drops forward into a sitting position and slams Brad down back first between his legs, Brad just rolls away as Romeo stands back up but the former Breeding Formula member just takes Brad by the head and lifts him to his feet before pushing him against the ropes and chopping him hard before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, as Brad hits the ropes though the official claps his hands to call for a tag but Romeo doesn't see it and just grabs Brad as he comes back hitting him with a big spinning powerslam that has Brad arch his back in pain and roll toward the bottom rope helped by some stomps from the poet Romeo.

The fans just go wild with cheers though as Too Magnificent stands in the ring behind Romeo, now the legal man and unaware Romeo has no idea, he taunts Brad a few times to get back in the ring but hears the fans reaction and quickly turns hoping to get the first shot in but as he does he turns right into a huge right hand from Too Magnificent that sends him stumbling back across the ring and then another and another sending him into the ropes Mag then grabs his arm and sends him across the ring into the opposite ropes before booting Romeo hard in the stomach bending him right over and then hooking him around the head, MIDAS TOUCH!!!!!! HE HITS IT!!!!! He covers hooking both legs,

The fans cheer loudly as Too Magnificent eliminates Romeo, he stands up and then turns to see Robin slowly entering the ring, Brad is the opposite side and slides in under the ropes his eyes locked on Too Magnificent as well who is now the biggest man in the ring the only one who isn't a lightweight wrestler.)

Dan Douglas: Too Magnificent, Robin Brooks, Brad Dickie, two of these three will be the next tag team champions and right now it's going to be Too Magnificent that has to watch out, being the biggest man here and the most powerful he is going to be an obvious target.

Tim May: Good, I can't believe one of these idiots is actually going to be tag champions with Brad Dickie!!

Dan Douglas: Whoa, Brad might not win a thing yet Tim, Too Mag and Robin could just as easily take the titles

(All three wrestlers just stand in there respective corners, none of them willing to make the first move, but suddenly with the slightest bit of eye contact both Robin and Brad charge at Too Magnificent, but Too Mag sees it coming and lunges out at them both taking them both down with a huge double clothesline that has them both bounce back up to there feet in a daze, they both turn to Too Magnificent who slaps both his hands round there throats but before he can pick them up Robin and Brad both boot him in the midsection stopping the move before each taking an arm and going for a double suplex but as they attempt the lift Too Mag uses his weight to block it, they try it again, but again he stops it with his own weight before suddenly lifting both lightweights in the air and dropping them both on the mat behind him to a huge eruption from the fans.

He stands up and just watches as Robin Brooks is the first to slowly make it to her feet, she stands up and wobbles round to face Too Magnificent who just grabs her around the pants and the collar and lifts her high over his head for a gorilla press, he then throws her high above his head before she crashes into the mat behind the big man and instantly grabs at her stomach, Too Magnificent then turns but is met with a clothesline from Brad Dickie who doesn't budge the bigger wrestler, he runs off the far ropes and attempts it again but nearly knocks himself over, he then runs off the ropes again and goes for it a third time but Too Magnificent just lashes out with a slapping hand to his throat and lifts Brad into the air before dropping him with an awesome chokeslam that rocks the ring!

The fans are on there feet chanting "Too Magnificent" as loud and as often as they can as the PIMP team member just grabs Robin Brooks by the head and lifts her to her feet holding her in the corner, he just takes her by the arm and with all his might throws her across the ring before causing her to crash into the opposite turnbuckle so hard back first she flies over it and lands on her feet on the apron but in a dizzy daze, however, before she can get any bearing Too Magnificent flies across and hits her with a big boot to the head that knocks her right off the ring apron and face first into the crowd barrier on the outside causing the fans to stare on in shock.

Too Magnificent just turns to Brad Dickie who is on his knees waving his hands innocently asking Too Mag to back off and be merciful, he then gazes at the official who is tending to Robin on the outside, as Too Magnificent grabs Brad he suddenly raises one of his forearms and smashes the PIMP member right in the crown jewels causing Too Magnificent to curl up in pain and full to his knees, Brad just stands up and begins laying in small right hands to his face before running off the far ropes and jumping into a double footed lunge right into the side of Too Magnificent's jaw knocking him between the middle and bottom rope and out onto the apron.

The Xtreme champion just grabs the top rope and forces himself to his feet but as he does Brad Dickie just runs at the turnbuckle and leaps off the middle rope dropkicking Too Magnificent in the chest and knocking him to the outside of the ring, but Too Mag lands on his feet and just shakes the cobwebs but as he looks up Brad flies across the canvas and leaps over the ropes with a crossbody but as he does Too Magnificent catches him with both hands and holds him across his chest, he then throws him over his shoulder, front facing before running him toward the steel turnbuckle, but Brad jumps down the back of Magnificent and pushes the big man with his momentum causing him to smash face first into the steel and knocking him to the safety mats on the next side of the ring.)

Dan Douglas: OH MY!! Too Magnificent just crashed face first into the steel ringpost and all hell is breaking lose as we go into the final pinfall.

Tim May: Quick thinking there by Brad Dickie, one half of our new tag team champions and rightly so, Waylon was cheated!

Dan Douglas: So was Poppa, are you mentioning him? No, you're not!

(Brad Dickie just jumps on the apron and walks around the ringpost to the side where Too Mag is laying before suddenly jumping off of it and hitting the Xtreme champion with a shooting star press on the outside of the ring, he then gets to his knees and begins pounding right hands into the head of Too Magnificent, in the ring Robin has rolled back in and pushes herself up against the ropes yet nobody has noticed her yet, Brad just jumps back up on the apron and faces Too Magnificent while calling for another Shooting star but suddenly Robin runs across the ring to the near turnbuckle where Brad is standing and jumps onto the middle rope before hooking his head for a reverse DDT, she then leaps from the middle rope to the top rope and then jumps off that to the outside of the ring taking Brad with her to hit a HUGE Reverse DDT on the safety mats outside the squared circle!!!

'Holy Shit' bellows from the fans in every direction as all three wrestlers remain hurt on the outside of the ring, but its Robin who stands up first and just rolls back into the ring, she crawls to the far side of her opponents and just takes a breather as Too Magnificent and a very dizzy and dazed Brad Dickie begins to get up, both of them using the apron to stand, suddenly though Robin flies back across the mat and slides as if going for a baseball slide but instead wraps her legs around the head of Too Magnificent and comes right under the ropes as Too Magnificent stands to his feet but only to be thrown by an amazingly skilled leg scissors that takes the big man right over onto his back, she quickly stands back up and grabs the now standing Brad before slamming some forearms into his face she then tugs his arm to throw him along the outside of the ring but he reverses and sends her instead, she runs toward the metal stairs but manages to get her foot up on the edge of it stopping her in her momentum, seeing this Brad just charges toward her but she dives down to the ground and takes his foot away bringing him down with a drop toe hold smashing his face into the ring steps and causing the fans to go even more nuts.)

Dan Douglas: My god!! Robin is on a roll, she has just took out the two men left in this match and done so with an amazing array of moves!

Tim May: Ill give credit where credit is due, she is better then Too Magnificent, so let her win it with Brad.

Dan Douglas: God damn it Tim, your so simple minded.

(Robin just stands up to see Too Magnificent roll back in the ring, she jumps on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle before reaching the top and perching herself there, Too Magnificent just slowly gets to his feet, finally he does and turns to face her, Robin flies, but Magnificent sees it coming and grabs her around the throat in midair and holds her in a blatant choke before dropping her with both hands into a sitdown double handed chokeslam that has the fans showing massive mixed reactions, Magnificent just holds her in a pinning predicament,

3…NOOO! ROBIN GOT HER SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!!!

Too Magnificent can't believe it, he gets to his feet and turns away from Robin but as he does Brad leaps onto the top rope and flies off hitting Magnificent with a text book missile dropkick, he then turns to see the referee distracted by Robin and suddenly pulls a metal chain from his shorts and wraps it around his hand, the fans are booing loudly as Too Magnificent slowly gets up and turns to face Brad who smashes him with the chain knocking him to the ground, he then quickly throws it from the ring and hooks both of the xtreme champions legs as the official turns to see the pin,

3…NOOOOO! TOO MAGNIFICENT KICKED OUT!!

Brad can't believe it, his hands are either side of his face and his expression one of utter shock as he sits on the canvas staring into space, he gets up to his feet but notices Robin also getting back up, suddenly with venom he charges across the ring and nearly rips her head off with a huge clothesline over the ropes knocking her back to the outside of the ring, in his anger he just trash talks Robin before turning right into the boot from Too Magnificent who then hooks Brad for the Midas Touch but before he can hit it Brad pushes Too Magnificent back into the corner where the official is standing and squashes the referee but to Brad Dickies bad fortune, Magnificent doesn't let go and just drags him back to the middle of the ring, seemingly unaware of the official being behind him, MIDAS TOUCH!! HE HIT IT!! HE COVERS,

BUT THERES NO REFEREE!!!

Magnificent just remains on Brad hooking his leg, suddenly boos and shock filter out everywhere around the arena as from the crowd-)

Dan Douglas: NO!! NO!!! IT'S LIAM KNOWLES!! IT'S CHAOS!!!

Tim May: YES!! YES!!!

Dan Douglas: Damn it no, someone get him out of here!

(Chaos slides in the ring and stalks the unaware Too Magnificent who just slams his hand on the mat calling for a referee, he gets to his knees still with no idea of Chaos being behind him and just stands to his feet before seeing the official out cold, Chaos just walks around to make sure he is still completely out of Magnificent's eye line, but just like a snake he suddenly lunges and bites grabbing Too Magnificent unaware as if for a reverse DDT before lifting him up and right over behind him before holding his head and bringing him down into a modified stunner that knocks Magnificent right off his feet and to the mat with a huge amount of force!!

Chaos turns to see Robin gently sliding back in the ring, he grabs her and lifts her to her feet before hooking her head as if for a DDT before lifting her into a suplex but letting her drop behind him while still holding her head, as she comes down her grabs one of her legs and hooks into his side, her other leg following before dropping her down into a powerful and modified widows peak!!! He slaps Brad Dickie causing him to stir and move before leaving the ring and walking to the announce table, Brad just gets to his feet in a daze and sees the official stirring as well, he sees Too Magnificent stirring, his body like jelly, he stands and turns right into a boot by Brad who hooks him for a DDT before running at the ropes and bouncing off the top rope before hitting a Tornado DDT!! SUPER EXTREME!!! HE COVERS,

BRAD DICKIE AND ROBIN BROOKS ARE THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!)

Dan Douglas: OH MY GOD!! DAMN IT NO!! DAMN IT NO!! Too Magnificent and Poppa Cherry have been screwed over by Damage Inc now and Brad Dickie has retained at least one half of the tag team championships at the end of this event, damn it!

Tim May: Damage Inc still rule Dan and if you thought FUF's men were going to lay down without a fight you had another thing coming big shot Robin and Brad, two of FUF's roster are NEW tag team champions.

Dan Douglas: Tim, wait a minute, wait a damn minute, what the hell is this?

(Liam Knowles just slides a table into the ring as Brad gets to his knees, he then turns to the announce table and grabs both tag team titles and rolls in the ring, the fans are booing louder then ever as Brad grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring Liam has called for a microphone and is just standing in the ring looking at the fans and then down at Too Magnificent and then across at Robin who is on all fours in pain, he shakes his head at the booing fans and just speaks.)

Liam: The ULW seems to be making some big mistakes lately, they seem to be wanting to make our lives difficult, especially one Mark Comeau, well I am back and I am ready to compete again but before we do anymore in the ring or any ULW ring we are going to make one thing clear to Mark who we know is watching backstage. What you are about to see is YOUR doing and is YOUR responsibility. Damage Inc are the rulers of the tag team division in this place and these two belts are coming home with us, nobody else…ESPECIALLY…A woman

(Suddenly Brad grabs Robin by the hair violently and lifts her to her feet before throwing her at Chaos who boots her in the stomach and then lifts her onto his shoulders as the fans go nuts with boos and jeers, Brad suddenly runs at the ropes behind Liam and leaps off the middle rope spearing Robin in the midsection at the exact same time Liam slams Robin down with a powerbomb right through the setup table, the fans are booing loudly at this as Liam just grabs the mic again and hands Brad one of the tag team title, he stands over Robin and just gets close to her face as she lays in pain on the floor.)

Liam: Robin Brooks, consider yourself unofficially stripped of the tag team championship belt of the ULW, Brad Dickie and Liam Knowles hold these belts now woman and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, now play our music!

Dan Douglas: I Don't believe this, Liam is stealing Robin's title belt!!

Tim May: HAHAHAHAHAHA This is brilliant, Bow to Liam Dan, bow to him, this guy is now my god, did you see the way they pwned Robin and stole her title?

Dan Douglas: Pwned? Yes I did, they are sick bastards and so are you!

(Before I forget by Slipknot plays over the sound system as Liam and Brad head toward the backstage area the tag titles over there shoulders, in the ring Too Magnificent and Robin Brooks are left in the carnage of what has just happened, the two of them not looking good at all, officials quickly run to the ring in a bid to help the two wrestlers before the shot goes back to the two members of Damage Inc standing at the top of the ramp, the arms held in the air victoriously.)


BACKSTAGE


The camera opens upon Shinzan Valfane, hands crossed one over the other and lowered in front of him. His cold, calculating, mischievous eyes pierce the camera's frame, showing little to no emotion, besides the constant tension emanating from his somewhat contorted features. The camera pans out to reveal him seated upon a throne in the back with Anguish at one of his sides, and Talos at the other, all three men staring forward.

Shinzan: So, Orlando Cruze, the time has come, it's finally here. After all of our waiting, after all of our preparation, we step into that ring tonight, and we find out who truly is the better man. But come on Orlando, I think the past few weeks have already determined in my eyes, and in the eyes of everyone watching around the world, who the better man is. Think about it, who's been the one getting beaten down on a weekly basis, who's the one who's consistently gotten his ass handed to him?

The scene switches to older footage, with the word, one month ago written in the bottom corner. Orlando is shown being hit with the Fall From the Gallows by Anguish, as well as being locked in the Halo while his arms are tied in the ropes by Shinzan. He is shown lying on his back with a dazed, listless look in his eyes as EMTs surround him, coming to his aid. The words, three weeks ago, now appear on the bottom of the screen as Shinzan is shown maliciously beating upon Orlando with a steel chair, tearing him apart with it in fact as Cruze flops up and down on the stage. Shinzan is shown once again seated in his throne, shaking his head at the thought of how many times Orlando has been beaten down by his hands.

Valfane: Think about it Orlando, there's nothing for you to prove, that you already haven't shown to the rest of the world. Your incapable of putting me down, you're incapable of defeating the Order. I've cost you so much than you hold dear to your heart, but you come back like the little orphan Oliver, asking, "Please sir, may I have more?" You just don't get it, what else am I going to have to take away from you?

Orlando Cruze is shown battling Waylon $pencer in the ring with the tag team titles on the line. The battle is intense before Cruze is grabbed by the ankles, hands ripping through the ring. He trips forward onto his knees as Valfane pops up through the canvas in front of him, spraying CO2 straight into his face. Valfane then clocks him in the forehead with the fire extinguisher, the scene flashing forward to Liam and Waylon holding the tag team titles, victorious thanks to the assistance of the Order of the Dragon. Shinzan is shown moving onto the stage with Kloe now as Orlando spots him from the ring, the words last week written in the bottom corner. Cruze rushes to the back to find her and free her. Valfane continues to smirk rather insidiously as he shakes his head in disgust.

Valfane: And let's not forget my friend, the most important thing that I've taken from you.

Valfane lifts his hand into the air, snapping his fingers together. Feral strides into the camera's frame, swaying back and forth with a referee's shirt binding to her upper body. She lowers down onto the floor next to the throne that Valfane occupies as he continues to smile.

Valfane: Every week of the past few months, we've seen the same thing, over and over again. I continuously obtain the upper hand, and you keep playing right into every single trap that I've set. What makes you think that tonight is going to be any different, Cruze, even your friends can't protect you from me.

Nathan Creed is shown getting beat down by Valfane and the Order inside of the ring, the same thing happening to Silencer, the Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. Valfane's face occupies the camera yet again.

Valfane: Your best come back, throughout all of this, has been one little surprise, where you caught me off guard by being announced General Manager, but that's nothing, absolutely zero compared to what I've put you through. And if you think that losing your tag team titles was bad, if you felt horrible as you witnessed Nathan Creed and all the other people you care about, get brutalized by my hands and the hands of the Order, then you're certainly not going to like what transpires tonight. Because everything you hold dear, all the beliefs that you cling to so tightly, are going to come crashing down around you. Your whole world is going to fall apart in the center of that ring. I'm gonna take you apart Orlando, and there will be no one capable of putting the pieces back together. Remember what I did to Desolation, remember how I left his pregnant spouse, beaten and bloodied, how he set out for redemption? But what did it lead to? Did he get his vengeance? No, instead his arm was broken and twisted until he no longer had the power to even use it. The same thing is going to happen to you tonight Cruze, but I'm not going to stop with just breaking your arm, I'm not going to stop even as you beg for mercy. Oh no, I'm not going to quit, until there is nothing left, until the only thing that I see in the ring, is the lifeless corpse of the man trained by Desolation. Until there is nothing left of the Dark Man in this federation, whatsoever, and no traces of Orlando Cruze remaining in any federation I set foot in.

Feral wraps her arms around the neck of Valfane, leaning into him with a smile on her face.

Shinzan: The time for the match is now, but the time for your career, is over.

Valfane begins to smile as he glares forward into the camera, a devious chuckle emanating from Anguish, who seemed to enjoy what he just heard. Talos stands back with his arms crossed, showing little to no emotion as usual. Feral turns towards the camera as well, smiling arrogantly.


BACKSTAGE


Tom Hammond is walking backstage towards one of the dressing rooms. He knocks on the door. The door opens and Tom Hammond is greeted by Chapel and Demona standing right in front of him. Hammond backs up as Chapel walks out of the room and moves towards him.]

Chapel: It's about time you got here. The next time I demand a reporter, make sure you coming running! I don't appreciate little weaklings like you thinking you are anybody to keep me waiting. Do you understand me?

[Hammond backs up slowly, trembling in fear from the monstrous religious zealot.]

Tom Hammond: I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Please don't hurt me!

Chapel: Now why would I even waste my energy on you? Consider yourself lucky that you aren't worth my time!

Tom Hammond: Well would you like to get on with the interview you requested?

Chapel: Don't worry this is no simple interview. I didn't call you here because I felt like being asked a swarm of annoying and pointless questions. I called you here because I'm going to start changing the face of ULW!

Tom Hammond: And how exactly will you be doing that?

[Chapel takes the microphone from Hammond's hand and turns to face the camera. Fury is burning in the monster's eyes and he begins to speak.]

Chapel: Let me explain something. I am a hardcore legend. There is no one in ULW right now that is more violent or inhumane in that ring more than me! I am the Hardcore Crusader and it is high time my Hardcore Crusade truly began! It is time I reminded all of ULW and every single ULW fan what hardcore is all about, what being extreme really is! If you think you've seen the worst I can do in that ring, you are sorely mistaken. What I intend on showing everyone by the time I am through is nothing short of brutality at its most brutal. I am going to give everyone amazing sights that they have never seen before, sights so shocking that no one will ever forget! This Hardcore Crusade will begin very shortly.

[Tom Hammond leans over to the microphone to ask Chapel a follow up question. Chapel simply looks down at Hammond for looking ridiculous as he tries to get near the microphone to speak.]

Tom Hammond: And when exactly will this Hardcore Crusade begin? What do you have planned for this event?

[Chapel turns away from Hammond once more to face the camera before delivering his response to the question.]

Chapel: It all begins with nothing more than a preview of things to come. I want to give everyone alive a small taste of what's in store. Right here and now I am issuing an open challenge. I am issuing an open challenge for anyone who thinks they could beat me in that ring to face me one on one in a hardcore match. If you think you can step up and stop my Hardcore Crusade then by all means step up and face me anytime and anywhere!

[Chapel finally hands the microphone back to Tom Hammond, who turns to face the camera and holds up his microphone with a nervous expression on his face as Chapel and Demona stand by.]

Tom Hammond: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Chapel, former Tag Team, TV, and Hardcore Champion has issued an Open Hardcore Challenge to anyone in ULW. Who will accept this challenge? We'll have to watch next Annihilation and see what happens. Before we go, Chapel, can you give us your prediction for your Livewire Title Ladder Match tonight?

[Chapel turns to Hammond with a cold expression on his face as Demona hands him his black trench coat. Chapel puts the coat on as Demona stands by holding Chapel's black hood.]

Chapel: Prediction? You want a prediction from me about my match? I don't give predictions. I don't make stupid little blind guesses about who's going to win and who's going to lose. I don't sit back and think about what's going to happen. You know what I do? I go out there and act! I decide what is going to happen in that ring and I decided that I win! Now I'm going to go out there and act on my decision!

Tom Hammond: What about this new wrestler by the name of Crimson? When can we expect to see him?

Chapel: When can you expect Crimson to be revealed to the wrestling world once more in a glorious return? All in good time! That is when! But since an answer like that is rarely good enough for a reporter such as you, I will be even more precise in my response. He will be on the next edition of Annihilation, right beside Demona and I. In fact, for all you know, he might already be here!

[Chapel turns from Tom Hammond and the cameras, walking away hand in hand with Demona as Tom Hammond looks on.]

Tom Hammond: Very shocking developments with Chapel here tonight. Could the beast that has appeared in Chapel's recent promos be here tonight? Stay tuned for more on this developing story…

[Suddenly the cameras are knocked aside and Tom Hammond tries running, but is caught by a pair of massive hands. The cameras, having been knocked to the floor, only see Tom Hammond being driven down to the concrete with a gigantic power bomb. Cameras begin to fade out as large black boots come into view, crushing the camera lenses and turning the broadcasted images to static.]


GENERAL LAWLER VS. CID TURNER


"Real American" hits over the PA System and General Lawler appears at the top of the entranceway as the fans stand in cheers and then Lawler starts to make his way down to the ring. Lawler slaps hands with some of the fans and then climbs the stairs and enters the ring, then, Lawler climbs the stairs and enters the ring and then gets on the middle turnbuckle in all four corners then hops off and starts to stretch for his match.

Dan: Well, the time has come for another big match on tonight's card between two Gentlemen hoping to make a name for themselves here on Annihilation, in what could be a show stealing performance.

Tim: Every match tonight promises to be a show stealer, what's so special about this one, besides the fact that both of these guys hated one another on Big Brother. Which, by the way, I only watched because of Candice Jordan.

Dan: Oh come on, the real reason you watched it, was because of Bob.

Tim: Oh, yeah.

Dan: But, I think we should take a moment to acknowledge what just went on backstage with Tom Hammond.

Tim: Oh, that big goof deserved whatever he got.

General Lawler continues to get himself pumped up for in ring action, trying to rally the fans behind him as they continue putting their hands together.

"The Bringer" by Soilwork hits and the crowd gives Cid a mixed reaction as he comes sprinting down the ramp screaming "Meep!" over and over. He slides in the ring and taunts a bit. He meeps a few times then leans back against the turnbuckle, staring across the ring at General Lawler.

Tim: You know, I kind of like this Cid Turner guy, he and I share a similar infatuation for the Road Runner.

Dan: Oooookkkkkaaaaayyyy. Anyway, Cid Turner is a rather impressive athlete, looking ready and raring to go against General Lawler tonight in the second match here at War of the Worlds.

Cid Turner is standing back by one of the corners, pointing over the ropes in the direction of the fans, shouting at them quite furiously. General Lawler suddenly rushes in now, going for a clothesline as Cid spots it and ducks out of the way. He stands behind General Lawler who spins around, Turner going for a back elbow. This time General Lawler ducks under it, spinning around in the direction of Cid Turner who turns to face him. General Lawler kicks him violently to the gut, lifting him into the air into a powerbomb position. Cid Turner fights, squirming free and landing on his feet behind the back of General Lawler. He turns to face him when an enraged General Lawler spins around and hits him with a right to the chin. The shot knocks Cid back first onto the canvas, reeling from the blow. He gets to his feet slowly, holding his jaw, rising to one knee before General Lawler steps in and begins to stomp him to the forehead repeatedly. He steps around behind the back of Turner now, standing over him and beginning to throw clubbing forearm shots into his chest and ribcage. General Lawler pulls Cid Turner into a dragon sleeper now, dragging him onto his feet and hooking in the move quite tightly. The crowd is unleashing quite an ovation as a response when Cid spins around, burying his shoulder to the gut of General Lawler and charging him spine first into the turnbuckle. He slams against it violently, the former Big Brother housemate releasing the hold as Cid rises to his feet and blasts him across the chest with a devastating knife edge chop. The lower body of General Lawler kicks into the air from the blow, Turner standing him entirely up and then connecting with a second knife edge blast. The crowd cannot help but to respond with a woo as a result of the collision. The fans begin booing quite hysterically as Cid Turner pushes General Lawler back first against the turnbuckle and now whips him across the ring. The General steps to the center of the ring and turns around, pulling Turner in and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, throwing him across the ring. Cid Turner crashes on the canvas upon his back before rolling over onto his knees. He grips his spine and squeezes his eyes tightly together while pain emanates from his lower back. He quickly rolls from the ring now, under the ropes and onto the mats, leaning against the apron for support after the collision. General Lawler stands up and rushes across the ring with a head full of steam, sliding under the ropes into a baseball slide that Cid steps out of the way of. General Lawler lands feet first on the mats in front of Cid Turner who rushes in with a clothesline. General Lawler ducks under it and grabs Turner by the back of his head, dropping to the outside mats violently with a reverse neckbreaker. Cid Turner reaches for the back of his noggin, General Lawler rolling over onto his knees, a furious glare escaping his energetic eyes. Cid rolls over onto his knees, gripping his neck as General Lawler stands up and blasts him to the back of the head with a violent clubbing shot, the knock almost taking him down to the mats once again. General Lawler grabs him by the wrist quickly, whipping him towards the steel steps with a great deal of speed, Cid turning and colliding with the stairs back first. The collision is devastating, the crowd responding with a long duration of cheers while Turner seethes in pain. General Lawler approaches him, throwing a right into his forehead, following by another one before grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his feet. He rolls Cid Turner in under the ropes, the cheeto eating mastermind gripping his back as he rolls onto his hands and knees. General Lawler rises onto the apron, getting his feet beneath him and then grabbing the top rope. Somehow he is able to pull his huge body over into a slingshot elbow drop. Cid rolls out of the way, General Lawler crashing across his posterior and elbow unleashing a groan in the process. Turner steps in and front dropkicks him straight to the face with a violent impact. The shot knocks General Lawler's head backwards, whip lashing off the second rope. He rolls onto his side, gripping his neck in pain while Cid stands up, holding his spine and then begins to stomp on him repeatedly, viciously.

Dan: General Lawler was well on his way to a victory here it seemed, just dominating the man who he formed a grudge against in ULW's Big Brother, but Cid Turner has seemingly turned the tides against him.

Tim: He should, me and Cid have a lot in common, in that we both enjoy the occasion bag of Cheetos, and flirt endlessly, even if it gets us nowhere.

Dan: I imagine that happens in your case a whole lot more often.

Cid Turner continues to stomp on the back of his neck and hit him with clubbing blow. General Lawler pulls himself up the ropes slowly, even though he is receiving all of these shots. Cid appears shocked that he is standing up effortlessly. General Lawler turns towards him, placing his back against the ropes as Cid rushes in with a clothesline. General Lawler bends down, stepping under it as Turner turns around right before he hit the ropes. He has his back placed against them when General Lawler rushes forward, lifting his leg into the air with a big boot. Cid drops to the canvas, keeping out of its way and causing General Lawler to rack himself upon the top rope, his leg falling over them. He reaches for his genitals as a result while Cid Turner stands up and jumps into the air, connecting with a dropkick to the shoulder of General Lawler. The blow knocks the large figure over the ropes, crashing onto the mats and then rolling onto his hands and knees. He begins to push himself up, getting to his feet as Cid steps to the ropes, grabbing the top one and then jumping over it to the outside of the ring. He soars into a crossbody when General Lawler catches him across his chest. Lawler slides Cid Turner up onto his shoulder, turning towards the steel turnbuckle and rushing at it. Cid slides off of his shoulder though, pushing General Lawler straight into the turnbuckle, the collision sounding absolutely devastating. General Lawler stumbles backwards in the direction of Turner who places him in a reverse waist lock, setting for the German suplex. General Lawler back elbows him to the side of the head, then does it once again, the blows causing Cid to break the waist lock. General Lawler turns around, stepping behind the back of Cid Turner, and placing one of his arms in a hammerlock. He now charges Cid Turner at the post, throwing him shoulder first into it while he was still in the hammerlock. The collision is devastating as Cid spins back around, his arm in obvious pain when General Lawler grabs it and extends it out to his side, dropping back into an armbreaker. Turner crashes into the mats facing forward, his shoulder and arm bashing off the chest of General Lawler. He rolls into the barricade, holding his shoulder in obvious pain while General Lawler rises to his feet, getting them beneath him and trying to shake off the effects of the collision with the ring post. He begins to approach Cid now, who has already begun ascending upward. General Lawler charges in quickly when Turner bends forward and backdrops him over the barricade and into the crowd. The fans clear out of the way while Lawler drops spine first onto the hard concrete. He immediately begins to ache in pain, his face tensing up from the agony flowing through his spine.

Dan: General Lawler was just back dropped right into this, sea of humanity.

Tim: Quite unceremoniously you might want to add.

Dan: Nah', I think I'll leave the cliches up to you.

Tim: Damn you Dan, I'm the heel commentator, I'm the one who is suppose to have all the snappy one liners and come backs. Your ruining my fun, just like Cid Turner ruined the back of General Lawler.

Cid Turner stands up and approaches the apron, leaning upon it in noticeable pain. General Lawler begins to lumber though, waking up almost immediately. He rises to his feet, turning in the direction of the barricade when Cid steps in and launches a right into his forehead, followed by another one. General Lawler's rage keeps him standing as he responds with a vicious open hand chop across the chest of Cid. He reaches out quickly, placing him in a front facelock and lifting him into the air for a suplex into the stands. Cid Turner blocks it though, shifting his weight and preventing being suplexed onto the concrete. General Lawler's back also seems to be keeping him from connecting with the maneuver, having landed hard upon the concrete. Cid reverses the maneuver without warning, suplexing the body of General Lawler over the barricade and hard across the outside mats. The collision is violent, General Lawler sitting up, further damage being done to his back while Cid Turner rises to his feet, looking a bit battered and bruised. He steps up behind Lawler, giving him a hard punt right to the kidneys, the shot inflicting even more pain. Cid Turner rolls General Lawler over onto his knees and now drags him to his feet, bending forward and burying his shoulder to the gut of his opposition, shoving him backwards spine first into the exposed turnbuckle. The crowd unleashes a groan, Cid dragging General Lawler away from the turnbuckle, shaking his arm from the pain inflicted upon it. He drags General Lawler towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes, still shaking his arm due to the damage inflicted upon it, pulling himself up onto the apron. He stands up slowly while General Lawler begins to rise to his feet on the inside of the ring, bending forward with pain flowing through his back. Cid springs onto the top rope and flies off, extending his legs out to his sides and landing on General Lawler's shoulders who delivers a devastating sit out powerbomb. Lawler buries his shoulders to the back of Cid Turner's legs, placing him in a pinning predicament.

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Cid Turner kicks out at the last second, pushing his shoulders up off of the canvas and forcing General Lawler over forwards. The General drops onto the canvas face first, Turner standing up and grabbing his ankle. He shifts around behind his leg, lifting it into the air and placing him in a textbook ankle lock.

Tim: What a brilliant counter, by the King of Meeps.

Douglas: Oh no, Cid Turner has got the ankle lock applied, and I would suggest that for the health of General Lawler's career he tap out now before prolonged damage is done.

General Lawler continues to shout at the top of his lungs, his ankle nearly being snapped by Cid, who twists it at an ungodly angle now. General Lawler pulls himself across the ring quickly, getting closer inch, by agonizing inch to the ropes, which remain just outside of his grasp. Turner continues to torque his ankle with every ounce of his strength when Lawler makes one final lunge for the ropes, grabbing the bottom one. He has a shocked expression on his face after being held in the lock for so long. Cid Turner keeps the ankle lock applied, the referee starting a five count in order to disqualify him. At four he breaks the submission and takes a few steps in reverse, shaking his head in obvious disgust over what just occurred. General Lawler stands up slowly, hunched over and stumbling a bit on his ankle. Cid Turner steps in and launches a right to the side of his face, followed by another devastating blow. Lawler backs into the ropes, his wrist being grabbed as he is whipped across the ring. General Lawler staggers a bit on his battered ankle, turning and bouncing off of the ropes, rushing back in. Cid turns and steps to the center immediately when General Lawler bends down and spears him straight to the mid-section. The blow causes Turner to nearly flip inside out, crashing across the back of his head and shoulders upon the canvas. General Lawler gets onto his knees after delivering the maneuver, going for the cover and hooking Cid Turner's leg.

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Turner gets his shoulder up, rolling onto his side with sweat having accumulated across his forehead. General Lawler sits on the canvas, breathing heavily and looking quite infuriated that he didn't get the win. His hands slide into his hair as if he is starting to lose it after not getting the victory with that hard hitting spear. Lawler rolls from the ring now, getting both feet on the mats and beginning to approach the time keeper. He shouts at him to get out of his chair and clear out of the way, which the elderly individual does quickly. He rushes off as General Lawler grabs the steel chair, folding it up and holding it in front of his face. The fans are going insane as General Lawler approaches the ring with a demonic expression on his face.

Douglas: Oh no, come on General Lawler, the last thing you want to do is get yourself disqualified. Even though I'd love to see Cid Turner get his head bashed in with that chair, but not if it means he'll receive a victory as a result.

Tim: This is unlike everyone's little hero, General Lawler, the super face, I guess Cid Turner really set him off after they lived in that house for three days. Which is odd, I mean, I lived with a family of giant monkeys for three weeks, and beside the constant feces throwing, there were very little problems that arose.

General Lawler slides into the ring with the steel chair. Cid begins to stand up slowly as General Lawler steps in, lifting the chair above his head, the fans really going crazy. The referee steps in and grabs the chair from the hands of General Lawler from behind. Lawler spins around, getting face to face with the referee, shouting at him in anger, telling him that the fans want to see him take off Cid's head with the chair. Turner gets to his feet, bending forward and nearly losing his footing after that vicious spear. General Lawler turns away from the official, spinning in the direction of Cid Turner who kicks him to the gut and places him in a double underhook. Turner lifts General Lawler into the air, connecting with an inverted double arm DDT between his legs onto the canvas, turning it almost into a version of the pedigree. The crowd reacts with shock and a long drawn out amount of boos as a result of Cid hitting a very high impact move. He rolls over to his side, placing his arm across the chest of General Lawler. He looks to be in a lot of pain as he makes the pin.

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General Lawler gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, rolling onto his side. The crowd immediately changes its tune at the sight of General Lawler kicking out, and the expression on Cid Turner's outraged face. He pushes himself up onto his knees, taking deep breaths, breathing in and out in an exasperated state, looking as if he's about to lose his temper. Cid looks enraged, standing up and stomping repeatedly to the back of Lawler's head. He grabs him around the jaw, rolling him over onto the knees and throwing right hands into his forehead repeatedly. He places him in a sideheadlock, throwing rights into his forehead repeatedly while General Lawler is still resting upon his knees. Cid breaks the side headlock at the referee's behest, switching it around into a front facelock and dragging General Lawler onto his feet. He grabs him by the back of the pants, lifting him into the air with a vertical suplex. General Lawler floats over, landing on his feet behind the back of Cid, placing him in the cobra clutch almost immediately. Cid Turner's jaw drops as he is placed in the textbook cobra clutch by Lawler to a huge reaction from the fans, the air already being cut off to his head. Turner shakes his head before he reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around the ankle of General Lawler. He drop toe holds him over face first to the canvas. Cid Turner switches around behind his leg, lifting it up into the air and placing him in the ankle lock once again. General Lawler pushes himself up onto his elbows, shouting in pain, his leg really receiving a lot of torque. Cid is pulling upon the submission, trying to get it fully locked in. General Lawler rolls over onto his spine, placing his feet up into the air, placing them to the gut of Turner, pushing him over backwards. He rolls onto his side as a result as Cid stands up and rushes in, grabbing him by the ankle once again, trying to place him in the ankle once again, trying to weaken his leg enough to possibly place him in the sharpshooter, just one of his finishing moves. Lawler unleashes a howl of pain, shaking his head and trying to get himself across the ring. The crowd is going crazy, all of them standing up and cheering General Lawler on as he scrambles to get his foot free before Cid gets the submission cinched in. Lawler rolls forward throwing Cid into the ropes. Cid Turner bashes throat and chest first off of the middle rope, bouncing off and standing back up as he stumbles in reverse. General Lawler gets onto his feet, barely able to place much pressure on his ankle when he places Turner in a full nelson. The fans cannot help but to respond with a loud amount of cheers as General Lawler drops back, flipping Turner over in reverse into a release dragon suplex. Turner flips over completely slamming into the ring hard across his chest and stomach before bouncing up onto his knees with a disoriented expression upon his face.

Dan: Oh, what a huge release Dragon Suplex by General Lawler, a very vicious power move.

Tim: What are you doing, Cid? Get off your ass and show General Lawler what type of joke he is.

General Lawler stands up and turns around to face Cid Turner, who has risen onto his knees, looking incredibly dazed and battered by that last huge move. He holds his arm in the process as Lawler lumbers towards in his direction, gripping his back only slightly. Cid reaches out suddenly, wrapping both arms around the back of Lawler's legs and tripping him up in reverse onto his spine. He stands up now, trying to place him in the sharpshooter as the crowd boos quite furiously. The General sits up and grabs Cid by the back of his head, pulling him down to the canvas into a small package.

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Cid kicks out, rolling over onto his hands and knees, as does General Lawler, both men beginning to stand. Lawler is still bent forward, holding his back when Turner rushes in with a huge burst of speed. General Lawler turns though and catches him against his shoulders, standing up and placing both hands to his chest and stomach. He elevates Turner into the air with a gorilla press, setting up for the Lawler Cutter (Gorilla Press, drop onto shoulders, TKO Diamond Cutter). Cid turns though, sliding off the hands of Lawler and down his back. He wraps his arms around his waist and rolls him over in reverse onto the canvas, pressing himself up onto his knees in the process. He grabs the back of General Lawler's tights and reaches out with his other hand, grabbing the bottom rope as he places him in a pinning predicament.

Tim: What a counter, what a counter!

Dan: No, don't tell me it's going to end this way.

The referee drops down and makes the count.

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The fans are stunned as they witness Cid Turner cheat his way into victory. Genral Lawler rolls onto his knees, not able to accept what just happened as he sticks three fingers in front of the referee's face. Cid Turner has quickly rolled from the ring to the outside mats, starting up the ramp with a very winded expression on his face, sweat dripping from his body. He now stands up right and looks around at the booing fans with a huge grin on his face.

Dan: Oh come on, ref, Cid Turner was holding the ropes and the tights of Lawler, are you blind?

Tim: No, he probably just has selective vision, and he selected not to see Cid cheating, and why wouldn't he, I'm sure the referee is just like me, he wants to see the King of Meeps walk away victoriously.

General Lawler gets onto his knees and glares through the ropes directly at Cid Turner, who is backing up the ramp and now pointing at his opposition with a huge grin on his face, chuckling. General Lawler breaths in and out deeply, about to lose it it seems, ready to unload his vengeance upon his former Big Brother house-mate.


BACKSTAGE


The crowd erupts into a huge wave of cheers at the sight of Jack Kelly standing in the forefront of the camera. He has a very serious, determined expression upon his face. Staring directly at something, the Phenomenal One, appearing very centered upon the object of his infatuation. The camera pans out and turns, setting upon none other than Nathan Creed. The fans begin to cheer once again at the sight of Nathan, who is staring forward, directly into the face of the Phenom, both men glaring into one another's eyes. They both step forward slowly, stopping within a few inches of one another. Their arms are crossed, yet they remain poised, realizing that anything could flare up at a moment's notice between them as both men loom within the boundaries of a small backstage dressing room, bearing pure white walls with limited decorations.

Nathan: So Jack, what exactly is it that you wanted to talk to me about. Is it something of importance? Because you know, normally I wouldn't sidetrack myself moments before a huge title shot, with someone who enjoys cracking my head with a steel chair.

Kelly lowers his head, beginning to shake it back and forth for a second before his eyes shift upward into the angry features of Creed.

Jack: Okay Nate, yeah, I did smack you in the head with a chair. But that's why I wanted to talk to you, to apologize for my actions. I made a mistake, that's all it was, that shot wasn't the least bit intentional. But think about it, Nate, what I did, was on accident, you on the other hand, placed me in the Courtesy Call, after I tried to help you. It wasn't a mistake, you meant to do it, you meant to pull my legs out from under me and place me in your finishing submission hold. After all your years in the business, you'd have to know an accident when you see it, you had to be able to tell that I didn't mean to strike you with the chair, so why put me in the submission? Why try to inflict pain on me after I did the right thing and saved your ass?

Nathan thinks about his response for several moments, taking a number of deep breaths before smirking and shaking his head.

Nathan: That's right Jack, people make mistakes in this industry, happens all the time, their unavoidable. Things like this take place all the time, mis-communications. So do yourself a favor Jack, and get over it already. I mean, you hit me in the head with a chair, after stealing my victory....

Kelly appears offended.

Jack: Hold on a second, pal, weren't we a team, and as a team it doesn't matter who won, we both still get the victory?

Nathan smirks and begins to shake his head, obviously downplaying what was just uttered by Kelly.

Nathan: Yeeeaaah, sure, go on thinking whatever you want. But let's not forget why you wanted to talk to me, and that was to explain the mis-communications between us last week. I think we've done that, you apologized, and I apologized, let's allow that to be the end of it.

As Creed turns to exit the room, Jack grabs him by the arm, keeping him from doing so. Nathan turns and glares down at his hand suspiciously.

Kelly: Hold on, Nathan, I don't think I heard an actual, apology, from you at all.

Nathan turns back around to face him now, grinning just a bit.

Nathan: Okay, is that what you really want? Will it make you feel better if I told you that I was sorry. Okay, I apologize for what happened last week, but I can assure you right now, that there's no personal animosity between us. I happen to dig your abilities, and we seemed to flow well together in that tag match, of course, our opponents were fighting each other more than we were actually fighting them, but, hey, I'm sure with our tandem offense, we would have had them beaten no matter the scenario.

Jack begins to nod his head, Nathan doing the same, both men seemingly coming to a general understanding.

Kelly: You know, I really have been meaning to talk to you face to face about this as well. Like I said earlier in the week, my offer still stands, if I win tonight, you'll be the first man to have a shot at the Livewire title, hopefully you'll accept such a display of respect I have for your abilities.

Kelly sticks out his hand for a shake as Nathan reciprocates and grins while doing so.

Nathan: Yeah, sure, whatever man, and good luck out there tonight.

Jack: Well, you don't need luck, when you're Phenomenal.

The former Livewire Champion glares at Jack in confusion, sneering a bit.

Nathan: Okaaaayyy.

Both men continue to shake hands in the backstage lockeroom.


BACKSTAGE


We cut backstage to what appears to be a long hallway.. The walls are whitewashed and the only thing that can be seen is a large steel door at the very end. On closer inspection there's a black sign and in large gold letters the words, Too Magnificent's Office. All of a sudden, the door bursts open and Too Magnificent barrels out ripping at his hair and cursing under his breath.

Too Magnificent: "What is WRONG WITH YOU ALL??!?? You people have WATCHED the things I've done... You've been DISGUSTED with the things I've done and you've even left the arenas SICK TO YOUR STOMACHS because of the things I've done... SO WHY IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU CHEERING FOR ME!!??!! Don't you understand?? Don't you get it?? You people are nothing! You mean nothing! You're lower than the dirt on my god damn dress shoes... And tonight... Tonight after I go out there and beat the living hell out of a woman... I'm going to MAKE YOU ALL HATE ME! Now get the HELL away from my OFFICE!"

Too Magnificent slams the door straight into the camera almost, just about knocking the person handling it over.


SEAN "GENOCIDE" JOHNSON VS. CURTIS JACK
IRONMAN MATCH


Dan: Over the past month or so, the tensions between Sean Griffin and Curtis Jack have just escalated, and in a surprise move, Mark Comeau came out on the last Annihilation and made this an Iron Man Match and barred anyone from helping Curtis Jack under penalty of unemployment.

Tim: Comeau, claiming that a match like this is the reason FUF is over. He’s going to be over after tonight.

Eyes Wide Shut plays as the lights turn to a fading blue. Sean Johnson’s Titantron video shows up along with pyro exploding in a pattern all around the Titantron..he makes his way out to the stage as the faded blue lights change to silver, he stands there looking proud to all his fans as 2 huge flames one on each side of him ignite as the the fans can feel the heat and the glow of the flames hits the faces of those near the stage and some towards the ring. The lights suddenly go back to their original state, and the ramp lights turn to Red, White, and Blue, as he then proceeds down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and goes to his corner, beginning to warm up. Fired Up hits the PA, the lights dim. A gold spotlight shines over the entranceway. Curtis Jack comes from the back and walks down the run way with the spotlight following his every step. Curtis ignores the fans and looks straight ahead to the ring with a determined and aggressive look upon his face. He looks to see Johnson in the ring and grins before rolls into the ring. Both men begin to circle each other as the bell rings. On the screen, 59:59 begins to tick backwards as this match starts. Both are slow to circle each other in this confrontation. Johnson hops around and steps in the lock up with CJ. Curtis is pushed into the corner and the ref breaks it up. Curtis puts his upper body through the top and middle ropes and forces the ref to push back Johnson. CJ pulls himself back into the ring and takes a few steps forward before slapping Johnson in the face. Johnson reacts fast, but CJ backs up into the corner and puts his upper body through the ropes again. Johnson jumps on his, but is backed away by the ref. CJ laughs as he comes back through the ropes and takes a few steps forward and spits in Johnson’s face. CJ is quick to back up and jump through the ropes to the outside. The ref stands in the way and keeps Johnson from going after him.

Dan: Curtis Jack playing the mind games with Sean Johnson.

Tim: Johnson wants to get this thing started. CJ is just pissing him off and backing up. Curtis is showing why he is a legend here. He knows he has an hour to get through this match and is saving his energy for just that.

CJ jumps to the apron and steps in the ring. He takes a few steps forward then falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring again. The fans react with a chorus of boos as CJ walks around to the ramp and takes a few steps back, looking into the ring. He has a smile on his face as he once again walks to the ring and slides in. Johnson backs up and opens his arms. CJ gets to his feet and begins to circle with Johnson in the ring. CJ walks the circle before jumping through the middle ropes and leaving the ring again. He walks to around the ring, hands on his hips. Johnson has had enough. He walks to the ropes,pulls back, and launches himself over the top rope. CJ takes a quick step away, Johnson lands on his feet. CJ charges and rams him into the barrier and begins to throw jabs to his mid section. He gets both arms up and begins punch combinations to the body and head of Johnson. Finally, with a right hook, Johnson goes to the floor. CJ stomps him in the head before pulling him to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. CJ rolls in himself and drops an elbow to the back of the head of Johnson. CJ rolls around and locks in a front face lock on the mat.

Dan: Curtis Jack is keeping it slow and begins with a wear down hold.

Tim: He was waiting for Johnson to get impatient with things and took control with that.

Johnson begins to push up to his knees. CJ waits for him to get up, and then drives a knee to the chest of Johnson. CJ runs to the ropes, bounces off, and lands an elbow to the back of the head of Johnson. CJ pulls Johnson into a front face lock and hits a DDT. CJ rolls to his feet and waits for Johnson to get to his. Once he does, he kicks Johnson in the gut, and nails him with a European uppercut, knocking him to a corner. CJ charges and hits a clothesline in the corner. CJ follows up with a knee to the gut. He pulls Johnson from the corner to the other corner, and follows up with another clothesline. Johnson gets his feet in the air and nails CJ in the head with a kick. Johnson steps out from the corner, jumps in the air, and hits CJ with a Shining Wizard kick. CJ hits the mat hard as Johnson follows up with an elbow to the chest and locks in a headlock. CJ wastes no time in fighting his way up to one knee. Johnson locks in the headlock tighter. CJ gets to both feet and lifts Johnson in the air. Johnson flips back and lands on his feet. CJ turns around as Johnson slaps CJ in the face. CJ takes a step back and looks at Johnson, who follows up with spitting in his face. CJ charges with a lariat, Johnson ducks, CJ continues to the ropes, bounces off, Johnson leapfrogs and rolls onto his back, feet up. CJ stops himself quickly, and drops a fist between the eyes of Johnson. Johnson covers his face and rolls to the ropes. CJ steps over to Johnson and pulls him to his feet. He then follows up with a headbutt to Johnson, sending him to his knee. CJ pulls both arms up and falls back, wrapping his legs around the body of Johnson and pulls hard. Johnson waits there for a moment before rolling up to his feet and pushing up and over into a bridge
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Both to their feet quickly. CJ kicks Johnson in the gut then follows up with a massive European Uppercut, rocking Johnson to the corner. CJ comes into the corner, Johnson kicks him in the gut and spins with him, putting CJ in the corner before beginning with rapid punches. CJ blocks as best as he can, but just falls in the corner. Johnson grabs the top rope and begins to stomp CJ in the corner. Johnson pulls CJ to his feet and whips him to the other corner and charges and connects with a clothesline. Johnson steps back and roundhouse kicks CJ in the head and knocks him back to the mat. Johnson pulls him into the center of the ring. CJ is quick to lock his legs around the lags of Johnson and roll back and over on top of Johnson and lock in the Snap Tap! Johnson, being close to the ropes, grabs the bottom rope. CJ is forced off of the hold and rolls away. Both get to their feet. Johnson wastes no time in going for his superkick. CJ ducks under it and rolls out of the ring and backs away from the ring, looking at Johnson.

Dan: What a great exchange form the two of these men. CJ went for the all important forst fall, but Johnson next to the ropes.

Tim: CJ knows that when he gets that first fall, it will be a huge psychological advantage to him. But, with Johnson keeping things fast, CJ rolled out of the ring to slow him down. Brilliant work by the legend.

CJ walks around the ring, but Johnson exits the ring from the far side of the ring and runs around the ring, charges behind CJ. CJ turns around just in time to be hit by a spear into the railing. CJ is knocked to the railing and then to the mat. He is on the mat, grabbing his chest and back with his respective arms. Johnson pulls CJ to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. On the screen the time is shown as 47:56 and counting down. Johnson pulls CJ to his feet and throws him to the ropes, reverses, Johnson bounces off the ropes, CJ catches him and hits a Samoan Drop. CJ is slow, but his fights to his feet, just as Johnson does. CJ backs away, waits for Johnson to turn around, then steps in for his superkick, knocking Johnson to the mat. He drops on Johnson and covers the leg for the
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CJ is quick to get to his knees and pull Johnson’s head up and locks in a headlock, slowing this down for himself. He lays flat on the mat and cinches it in. The ref goes around to check the hold, as he does CJ puts his feet on the middle rope for more leverage. The ref checks the hold and looks to Johnson. CJ pulls his feet down as the ref checks, and sees nothing. The ref goes back to check on Johnson, and CJ puts his feet on the rope again, to a chorus of boos from the fans.

Dan: Look at that.

Tim: If the ref doesn’t see it, it’s okay. As Jesse Ventura said: Win if you can, lose if you must, but always cheat.

Dan: You’ve very inspiring there, Tim.

CJ drops his legs again as the ref again looks up. The ref is not sure this time and questions CJ about the feet. CJ denies it, and the ref drops down again to check Johnson. CJ gets his feet on the ropes again. The ref looks up and sees it and forces CJ to break the hold. CJ does and just smirks at the ref and he goes to one knee, grabs the head of Johnson and pulls him up. CJ throws Johnson to the ropes and follows up with a clothesline. He then measures with an elbow and drops it down. He covers Johnson for the
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CJ slowly pulls Johnson to his feet again before scooping him up and slamming him to the mat. CJ puts his foot to the face of Johnson and skids it off. He then paces around the ring, as Johnson rolls to the ropes. 41:36 comes on the screen for a moment. Johnson uses the ropes to pull himself up. CJ charges and rams a knee into the head of Johnson, knocking through the ropes and to the outside. CJ smiles and backs away from the ropes and lets the ref count.
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Johnson rolls around for a moment and makes his way to the barrier and tries to pull himself to his feet.
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Johnson pulls himself back to his feet and takes a few steps to the ring and rolls back inside the ring. CJ runs and connects with a sliding dropkick, knocking Johnson out of the ring again. CJ follows out this time, pulls Johnson to his feet, and pulls him to the corner and rams his shoulder into the post. CJ rolls into the ring and then back out to restart the count. He pulls CJ back to his feet, front face lock, then a suplex. CJ sits up and looks around before getting back to his feet, pulling Johnson up and pulling him back into the ring. CJ follows back in and pulls Johnson to his feet again. He grabs him by the hair and begins to slap him before throwing him over the top rope to the outside. The ref begins his count again.
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Johnson reaches up to the ring and tries to pull himself up. Johnson gets to his feet and falls back against the railing.
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Johnson pushes himself back up and rolls into the ring before the count out. CJ steps over to Johnson and stomps him in the back of the head. He bends down and pulls Johnson to his feet. Johnson snaps with a Northern Lights suplex out of nowhere. The ref dives for the count
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Dan: What a move by Johnson. Out of nowhere a pin combo, showing he is still in this match.

Tim: No, the greatness comes from Curtis Jack, who keeps throwing Johnson out of the ring, making him use his own strength to get back into the ring while conserving his own energy.

CJ snaps back to his feet and stomps CJ in the chest. He then pulls him back to his feet and throws him to the ropes. CJ leans back against the ropes and runs himself with a clothesline. Johnson ducks, bounces off the other ropes, , jumps in the air for a spinning heel kick. CJ slides on the mat, ducking under the kick. Johnson hits the mat on his back and hits hard. CJ is quick to get to his feet, runs to the ropes, bounces off, baseball slides and kicks Johnson out of the ring again.
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Johnson rolls to the railing again and tries to get to his feet. CJ walks around the ring, watching Johnson at 38:56 comes on the screen and counts down.
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Johnson tries hard to pull himself to his feet, and leans against the railing.
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10! The ref makes the count for the first fall.

Tim: There it is. Curtis Jack gets the first fall by count out.

Dan: With that comes the psychological edge in this match. And Johnson is hurting here.

As Johnson rolls into the ring. CJ pulls him to his feet and throws him to the ropes, lets him bounce off, and hits his superkick. CJ drops down and covers, hooking the leg for the
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Tim: HAHA!! Curtis Jack with the second fall on Sean Johnson. He gave Johnson no time to get his breath back and just Clocked him out.

Dan: Great strategy for Jack. He worked that wonderfully.

The score comes on the screen: Jack: 2, Johnson: 0 as the time also comes on as 36:12. CJ is backed away as the ref checks for Johnson and makes sure he can continue. The ref gives the okay and CJ steps over to Johnson and pulls him up by the hair. Johnson rams a right hand into the gut of CJ and fights to get to his feet. He pushes CJ to the ropes and pulls him off. CJ bounces off and runs toward Johnson, who steps out of the way and throws CJ over the top rope. Johnson doesn’t give the ref time to count as he runs to the other ropes, bounces off, jumps over the top rope with a suicide dive/spear on CJ and knocks him back and down. Johnson and CJ are on the mat, in pain, but it’s Johnson who reaches under the ring to pull out a chair. CJ sees this and rolls into the ring as Johnson follows up. CJ points at the chair to the ref, and the ref pulls the chair out of Johnson’s hand. Johnson argues with the ref as CJ snatches the chair from the ref and swings it at Johnson, who ducks it. Johnson jumps in the air and kicks the chair into the face of CJ and knocks him out and down. Johnson covers for the
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The ref signals for the fall there. The screen now says Jack: 2, Johnson: 1 with the time at 34:03.

Tim: How does the ref count that? It’s the result of a foreign object.

Dan: Curtis took the chair from the ref and tried to hit Genocide with it. I think it was perfectly fair

Tim: Oh, whatever.

Johnson gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, bounces off, and hits a short leg drop on CJ. He covers again for the
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shoulder comes up at the last moment. No fall. Johnson gets to his knees and pulls CJ up and hits a swinging neck breaker. He then jumps to his feet and runs to the corner and hops up and executes a split leg moonsault on CJ. He makes another cover
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Johnson wastes no time in getting to his feet and pulling CJ up, scooping him and slamming him down, dropping an quick elbow, and locking in a side headlock on Jack.

Dan: Now, it’s Johnson’s time to slow things down and wear CJ down. He’s got a little more than a half hour to catch up with Curtis Jack to try to get a win here.

Tim: He’s got a hell of a struggle ahead of him here to do that, if he can.

CJ rolls around to his knees and pulls Johnson up. He pushes Johnson to the ropes and gets him off. Johnson bounces off the far ropes and right into a knee lift from CJ. Johnson just rolls through it and pulls CJ back into a schoolboy for the
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Kickout by CJ. CJ gets to his knees and explodes with a clothesline into Johnson, taking the wind completely out of him. CJ goes to a knee and pulls Johnson up and throws him to the ropes, spins to get some momentum, and catches Johnson and falls back, clotheslining him on the top rope. CJ lays there for a few moments before sitting up and rolling to his feet. He pulls Johnson to the middle of the ring, pulls his right leg up and begins to stomp on his hamstrings. He drops an elbow to the inner knee of Johnson then pulls the leg into a lock and arches his back and bridges also, putting more pressure, trying to bent the leg the way it’s not supposed to bend. The clock shows up with the score of 2-1 with 28:43 left on the clock. Johnson uses his free leg to push himself to the ropes and grab onto them. CJ lets go and gets to his feet. He grabs the bad leg again of Johnson and pulls him to the middle of the ring again. Johnson spins to get on his free leg, then jumps and kicks CJ in the side of the head. CJ lets it go and drops to his knees. Johnson, on his back now, follows up with another kick to the head from the other direction to CJ and knocking him to the mat. Johnson rolls on top of him for the
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shoulder up, no fall. Johnson struggles to get to his feet, favoring the right knee. CJ gets to his feet also. Johnson uses the right leg for a roundhouse kick to CJ, putting his weight on the good leg. CJ catches the kick and delivers a deliberate kick to the groin of Johnson. The ref signals for the bell for a DQ call. CJ just follows through and locks in a figure-four leg lock in the middle of the ring. CJ locks it in and pushes himself up with his arms to apply more pressure. With the strain to his nervous system and the pain from the leg lock, Johnson taps out.

Dan: Curtis Jack comes out ahead once again, up by 1. The score is 3 to 2, Jack. But what a horrible way to get the last fall.

Tim: It was brilliant. Now, he has the injury of the leg, and it just cost him a fall to lock it in. Make no mistake; Curtis Jack knows where he is in this match and has everything planned out for himself.

The screen shows the score 3-2 and the time of 21:16 and counting down. CJ gets out of the figure four and snaps to his feet. Now, in the middle of the ring, he grabs the leg of Johnson, pulls him onto his belly and locks in the Snap Tap. Johnson screams in pain, and has no choice but to tap out again. The ref calls for the bell and the score is once again on the screen Jack: 4, Johnson 2. Curtis lets go of the lock and rolls to his feet. He steps behind Johnson and pulls him up, rear waist lock, German Suplex, bridges into a pin combo.
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Johnson kicks out at the last possible moment, no pin fall. CJ gets to his feet and pulls Johnson to his. He pulls Johnson’s head between his legs, pulls him in the air and drops him down for a powerbomb. CJ grabs his legs and steps through, crosses Johnson’s legs and rolls over into a sharpshooter, sits down on it. Johnson screams in pain and reaches for the ropes, but is in the middle of the ring. The time of 19:40and 4-2 is on the screen now. Johnson begins to try and power out of the hold, but can’t. He then pulls himself toward the ropes, with everything he’s got. He inches to the ropes, reaches with his arm to the ropes, and CJ steps back to the middle of the ring. Johnson lies there in pain for a few moments before his arms go limp. The ref checks by lifting his arm and dropping it. The arm stops before it hits the mat. Johnson slaps the mat, trying to get himself some momentum. He then pushes himself up and begins to crawl his way to the ropes again and finally reaches them. CJ lets go, then jumps to the outside of the ring and pulls Johnson’s legs on either side of the ring post, then rams the bad knee into the post. He wastes no time in crossing the legs and getting a figure four around the post. The ref continues to make the count from the outside.
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CJ lets go of the lock and rolls into the ring, drags Johnson in the middle of the ring, and locks on another figure-four leg lock. Johnson has no choice but to tap out again. The ref makes the call and the screen goes to Jack: 5, Johnson 2; 17:18. CJ wastes no time in letting go, and quickly positioning himself into an Indian leg lock. He rolls in the leg lock, putting more and more pressure on the knee. Johnson taps out again, in agony. The ref making the fall count again.

Tim: Now, this is why you don’t fuck with Curtis Jack. He is making Sean Johnson pay now. He is up by 4 and just continuing to punish that knee.

Dan: With a little more than 16 minutes left, I don’t think Sean Johnson can do this. But, this is the ULW. Anything can happen.

CJ lets go of the lock and hops to his feet, looking down on Johnson, who is cradling that knee. CJ pulls on the leg and steps through it, setting up for the figure four again. Johnson reaches up and pulls CJ into a small package.
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The fans erupt in cheering as Johnson pulls that pin out of nowhere. CJ goes to his feet like a madman and stomps on the head of Johnson. Johnson is then pulled to his feet and scooped up and slammed down. CJ drops a quick elbow to the check of Johnson and rolls to his feet. He reaches over to pull Johnson up. Johnson grabs CJ by the head and drops to his knees for a chin buster. CJ grabs his face and backs up for a moment before coming close to Johnson again. Johnson uses everything he has to hit CJ with a European Uppercut and knock him back. Johnson grabs the ropes and keep himself on his feet. CJ charges with a clothesline, Johnson front rolls under the arm, gets to his feet, and Clocks(superkick) CJ outside the ring. Johnson is on his belly in the ring and rolls to the ropes to pull himself up. The ref begins to make his count.
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Curtis pushes himself to his feet and circles around, completely dazed and falls forward onto the ring.
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CJ puts his leg on the ring and tries to get under the ropes.
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The ref counts the fall as the score goes to 7-4. CJ gets his feet off the ropes and flips over into a bridge pin for the
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Kickout by Johnson. CJ rolls to his feet and grabs Johnson by the leg and locks in an ankle lock in the middle of the ring.

Tim: CJ is still in this match. He goes right back into the submission holds.

Dan: Curtis Jack is showing his experience here. Not letting the past falls to hurt him all that much.

Johnson pushes himself up with his arms, but CJ locks it in tighter and puts him back to the mat. CJ tries to move in closer for the Snap Tap, but Johnson pushes himself up with his arms again, he gets his leg under him and pushes himself to his good leg, then front flips and sends CJ into the corner, shoulder first. Johnson rolls behind him and pulls him back for the
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the ref signals for the pinfall. The score is now 7-5 with 8:42 left in the match. Johnson rolls away from CJ, to the ropes, and pulls himself to his feet. CJ gets to his feet, but slowly. Johnson pulls himself up to the second rope, bounces off, spins, and head scissors CJ to the mat. He goes for another cover for the
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shoulder up. No fall. Johnson, grabs his knee after this. CJ is quick to see this and jump on the knee with an elbow. He locks in another ankle lock, Johnson spins to his back and kicks CJ in the head. CJ falls to the mat as Johnson rolls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. Johnson grabs the top rope and takes in a few deep breaths as Johnson moves to his feet. He then pulls back on the top rope and pulls himself to the top, then pushes back, corkscrews into a body block and rolls into a pin for the
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The ref makes the signal that the fall counts. The score is now 7-6 with 5:43 left in the match.

Dan: Can you believe this? With a little more than 5 minutes left in the match, Sean Johnson is only one fall behind CJ.

Tim: Man. This can’t be happening.

Johnson rolls to his feet and limps on his leg, pulling CJ to his feet and scooping him up for a slam. CJ punches the knee, once more, of Johnson and puts him to the mat. CJ rolls to his feet and pulls Johnson up from behind, lock in a rear waist lock, and pulls him up and back for a German Suplex. CJ rolls around, holding onto the lock, and pulls Johnson up and tires for another. Using his good leg, Johnson locks onto one of CJ’s, then rolls forward, pulling CJ into a pinning situation for the
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Dan: HE’S DONE IT! SEAN JOHNSON HAS TIED IT UP!!!

Tim: Oh my God! This can’t be happening.

CJ rolls into a sitting position, completely beside himself. His eyes are wide open and arms open. Johnson rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet. CJ rolls to his feet and turns around. Johnson is there waiting for him with a superkick. CJ pulls the ref in the way, and the ref gets knocked out by the kick. CJ charges and spears the knee of Johnson, putting him to the mat. CJ rolls to the outside of the ring and pulls the timekeeper from his chair and throws the chair into the ring. CJ follows into the ring and picks it up. Johnson is at the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. CJ brings the chair up and smashes it into the head of Johnson. Johnson is down to the mat, head opened and bleeding. CJ brings the chair up again, and smashes it into the chest of Johnson before throwing the chair down. He then grabs the bad leg of Johnson and pulls him into the middle of the ring. He begins to step around the leg for another figure four, but Johnson kicks CJ off of him and puts him into the corner. Johnson rolls to the chair and hops to his feet and tosses it to CJ, then Clocks him though the chair. Johnson falls against the ropes, as the fans are on their feet and cheering. Johnson pushes himself up and grabs the chair to throw it out of the ring. He then slowly steps through the ropes and climbs to the top. Johnson grabs for his knee, but pushes through the pain as he looks down on CJ and this the Hurricane Johnson (shooting star press leg drop.) He covers CJ…but the ref is still out. The time comes on the screen as 1:02 left in the match.

Tim: The ref is out. CJ can just pull this into overtime.

Dan: This was almost done for Curtis here tonight.

Johnson rolls to the ref and shakes him to wake him up. CJ rolls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Johnson picks the ref up as CJ grabs Johnson from behind. Johnson locks both feet around the right leg of CJ and rolls forward and puts it into an Ankle Lock. The fans are on their feet and screaming. Johnson repositions himself onto the back of CJ and pulls his chin back for his own version of the Snap Tap. 46 seconds is on the clock and the score of 7-7 shows on the screen as we begin a countdown.

Dan: Sean Johnson using Curtis Jacks; own move here against him in the last moments of this match.

Tim: No. It can’t end like this.

Johnson closes his eyes and squeezes the hold on CJ as the time counts down to 30 seconds, to 20. CJ reaches for the ropes, but is bogged down.
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Dan: SEAN JOHNSON HAS DONE IT! He has beaten Curtis Jack 8 to 7. What a match.

Tim: Sean Johnson had to cheat to do it. 2 chair shots to the head gave him two shots. This is a bunch of crap. If Curtis Jack had done this, he would have been disqualified immediately.

Dan: Say what you wish, think what you wish, Sean Johnson has won this Iron Man Match.


BACKSTAGE


Referee, Alex Ingleson stands in the backstage area, rolling his eyes, with a general feeling of despair reeking from his thin frame. His arms are folded one over the other as he takes several deep breaths, obviously being greatly annoyed by something, almost trying to block it out but being completely unable to do so as, what appears to be endless chattering takes place in the background. The camera pans out to reveal the number one contender for the FUF World Heavyweight title, talking to the official. Hurse stands a mere few inches from the ear of Ingleson, who continues to shake his head in frustration, Hurse droning on and on in his expensive shades and purple sleeveless sparkle shirt.

Hurse: It's not like I hate all the people from England, it's just that they annoy me with their funny accents. And no offense, but I'd rather kiss the hind parts of a monkey than plant one on some of those chicks over there. Thank God, we're in Florida though, the home of scantily clad women in bikinis, and dental hygienist. But, your actually one of the few people from Europe I can stand, and you know why?

Hurse hits Alex on the shoulder playfully as the referee glares at him out of frustration.

Hurse: No, not because your going to be officiating my match tonight, for the FUF, World Heavyweight Championship, but because you're a cool guy. The whole, bleached blond, pale look, works for you on so many levels. I bet those hunch backs over there in Ireland really dig the look, find you irresistible.

Ingleson looks as if he is about to fall asleep listening to Hurse's half hearted compliments, which continue excessively to pour through the lips of Parkwood.

Hurse: Besides that, you're a talented official, who bears a striking resemblance to James Marsters from the popular Buffy the Vampire Slayer show, and while I'm confident that only twelve year old girls actually watched that program, I'm just as sure that a lot of women, would find that European style look, very sexy. Almost as attractive, as I'm sure you'll find this.

Hurse reaches down into his pants pocket, feeling around for something for a second or two, before pulling out a quarter that is wrapped in lint and stuck to a piece of bubble gum. He pulls it all off before placing it in front of Ingleson's annoyed face.

Hurse: A bright shinny, quarter. That has to translate into like a million dollars, European wise, right? And it's all yours, if you know, turn your head a few times in my match against Kingdom, turn a blind eye if you will, or have that saying in France, or Amsterdam, you know that drugs are legal in Amsterdam, so is prostitution.

Alex grabs the quarter from Hurse's hand and flings it down the hallway, becoming infuriated that Hurse will just not shut the hell up.

Alex: Listen bloke, I am not going to take a quarter bribe, and more importantly, I wouldn't dream of giving someone as annoying as you, any type of advantage, so please, for the love of bloody hell, get out of my face.

Ingleson walks away as Hurse turns to watch him march off. He shakes his head at the sight of Alex's childish behavior.

Hurse: Man, must be his time of the month.

Hurse turns his head a bit and spots his half exposed biceps, smiling as he lifts his arm into the air and flexes it.

Hurse: Hey you, where did you come from, huh? You sexy bitch you. Let's go win us a title that I could put over you, oh yeah.

Hurse steps past the camera as the fans boo as loud as they can.


BACKSTAGE


The scene cuts backstage, Talos and anguish walking down the corridor in relative silence. Anguish stops for a moment to tie his shoelace, Talos not noticing. Talos turns a corner and disappears from view. Anguish goes to stand up but a door to a darkened room opens and a hooded figure grabs him from behind and drags him into the room. After a few seconds of crashing, and a few sickening thuds, the door opens and the hooded figure casually walks out. 'It' slinks off down the hall as the shots sneaks a peak into the darkened room, a light bulb swinging from the ceiling. A hand switches the light on, the light swinging across the room revealing a bloody mess. Anguish laid out on the floor, blood trickling down his face, with a replica World Heavyweight Title laying next to him, smeared with blood. The camera focuses on the implement of Anguish's destruction and the name plate reads 'Orlando Cruze'…


BACKSTAGE


The camera switches to the outside of the arena, the camera turning to the large marque, which is flashing neon orange lettering which proclaims that War of the Worlds is currently taking place, and sold out.

Dan: I can't believe what I just saw. A mysterious figure, most likely, Orlando Cruze, getting a bit of payback on the Order of the Dragon before their match tonight. Anyway, we're emanating live, from the American Airlines arena, here in Miami Florida, and as the marque states it, we're sold out.

Tim: I've never seen so many well tanned people crammed into the same building, all of these Floridians, Flordites, or whatever these backwards people like to call themselves, probably still can't get over that huge Ironman match we just witnessed.

Dan: It was a classic, and up next, we're putting on what is sure to be another classic confrontation.


RIVER ANGELUS © VS. JACK KELLY VS. CHAPEL VS. NATHAN CREED
LIVEWIRE TITLE: LADDER MATCH


The Livewire title hangs above the ring, shimmering as the camera now cuts to a number of ladders lining the barricades.

Tim: I am so excited about the next match Dan. I'm so, so, pumped up over what we're about to witness.

Dan: You aren't the only one. This match has been building up over the past month or so, developing into a personal hatred between all four combatants involved. What we're about to see here ladies and gentlemen, is the four way ladder match, for the Livewire Championship. It will pit four of the best and brightest this federation has, against one another, with one ultimate goal, reaching the top of the ladder and taking down the title.

Tim: And we all know that Chapel is going to be the one to reach the top of that ladder, and walk away from here, with the gold in his grasp.

Dan: Well, that may be your opinion, but there are three Annihilation athletes in this match, that have been screwed over and brutalized by Chapel the past few weeks, who are dead set on not allowing that to happen.

The arena grows dark as a blazing fire ignites in front of the entryway. "Army of Me" by Chimaira plays over the sound system as Chapel\'s highlight reel begins playing. A shadow is visible behind the fire raising his arms. The flames part in half and Chapel walks through the center followed by Demona. Chapel and Demona walk to the ring and Chapel climbs into the ring amidst the red and blue lights flashing. Chapel removes his hood and trench coat then tosses them to Demona outside the ring. Chapel stands in his corner and the large monster blesses himself as his music begins to fade out. Demona turns and walks away from the ring, marching towards the back as Chapel continues to bless himself in the corner, raising his eyes in the direction of the heavens with a very sadistic expression on his face.

Tim: There he is, the man who is going to win the Livewire title tonight, a belt that he has yet to obtain throughout his ULW career. After this, I think he'll show to everyone that he deserves another opportunity at Johnny Kingdom's World title, in a match that I'm sure he'll be victorious in.

Dan: You've got some high hopes for Chapel, and maybe he'll produce, and maybe he won't, but he has just as good a chance as anyone in this match to leave with the title. I'll even agree with you though, Chapel might be deserving of a World title shot down the line again, as do all these men involved in this star studded ladder match.

Chapel continues to storm around the ring, looking as angry as usual, waiting for his opposition to provide their appearance.

The Lights go out in the arena. The screen shows the Phenomenal "P" which causes the fans to jump to their feet and cheer. The pyros explode as I Will Win by the Mighty R.A.W. blasts over the speakers. The camera goes around the arena to show the cheering fan who are jumping and holding up their signs. Halfway through the verse, Kelly walks out onto the dark stage and stands in the middle and waits until the chorus begins. On the first beat of the chorus, he air punches to an explosion of pyros and the lights coming up on the stage. Jack jumps up and begins to travel to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans as he goes down the isle and slides into the ring. He stands up and glares at Chapel in anger. The referee steps in, trying to keep Kelly from rushing at the giant Chapel.

Dan: The Phenomenal One, Jack Kelly, has entered the ring, and he appears ready to get at Chapel. This man has cost him a possible Livewire title victory several weeks ago, and on top of that he's constantly gotten involved in Kelly's affairs over the past few weeks.

Tim: And you consider that a bad thing? Jack Kelly not winning the Livewire title, to me, is a good thing.

Dan: Alright, DDP.

Chapel and Kelly continue to glare across at one another, the referee holding Jack at bay. He tries to push the official's arm away to get at Chapel, but is still physically restrained.

The lights dim down. A guitar riff can be heard playing quite solemnly, before its get heavier, indicating the opening chords of Breaking Benjamin's 'Polyamorous' before the screamed words are heard

"LET'S GOOOOOOO "

Upon those words the strobe lighting, and flashing lights, kick in covering the arena in a dazzling display of white light with blue flashes. From backstage appears Nathan Creed, focus upon his face and determination in his eye, the tag title belt around his waist, whilst behind him comes Krissie McMorris, dressed very casually for a manager. Nathan heads down to the ring, glancing around at his fans, while Krissie smile's and waves at the fans. Nathan's music continues to play into a more solemn part of the song. The strobe lighting dies down, but the lights continue to flicker slowly as Nathan makes his way to the ring. Various sedated images from Nathan's matches, and more memorable promo's, air on the Titantron. As Nathan almost reaches the ring the music kick up a gear again with the chorus. With that Nathan takes a run and slides under the bottom rope, the Titantron now showing some of the more impressive clips from Nathan's matches, including Total Domination and several clips of the Courtesy Call amongst some of Nathan's impressive technical skills. Nathan gets up and climbs upon the second rope of the turnbuckle, gazing out into the crowd. He raises a single arm into the air and gets a huge reaction from the crowd. Krissie slides into the ring ,as Nathan gets down, and gets a few cheers and wolf whistles herself. Nathan paces back and forth, stretching himself out for the upcoming match, while Krissie drops down and rolls out of the ring after saying a few words of luck. She turns and walks away from the ring as Nathan spins around to face one of his opponents, glaring directly at Chapel, who returns the devious glare.

Tim: Nathan Creed, the former, emphasis on, former, Livewire Champion, is here, and ready to be brutalized by Chapel I guess, just like what's happened to him on numerous occasions over the past month.

Dan: You hit the nail on the head there, talking about exactly what I mentioned before Chapel came out here. He's got more enemies in this match than the United States has overseas.

Nathan has backed into one of the turnbuckles, glaring across the ring directly at Chapel as his eyes shift towards Jack Kelly as well. They all three continue to glare at one another relatively closely, making sure that nobody is going to make any sudden movements. 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 pyrotechnic display happens at the entrance and River Walks straight out, with a sadistic grin on his face. 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. The referee motions for both Misty and David to walk to the back. Both individuals argue with the official before turning around and walking away from the ringside area

Dan: The Livewire Champion is here ladies and gentlemen, the man who won the gold from Nathan Creed a few weeks ago on Annihilation, through, rather underhanded tactics if you ask me.

Tim: Your opinion is about as valid as Vince Russo's concepts of a marketable World Champion. Angelus is one of the few Annihilation athletes I like, ever since he joined up with Curtis Jack and Steve Smith, doing the smart thing.

Nathan, Jack Kelly, Chapel, and River Angelus all four stand in separate corners of the ring, glaring at one another for several moments while taking deep breaths, preparing themselves for what lies ahead, the brutality that is sure to be inflicted upon their bodies. They all four step forward slowly, looking up at the Livewire title swaying back and forth from a hook before their eyes shift downward into one another's faces. All four of them immediately begin to smack talk one another as they try to show no fear over their opponent's jives. River turns away from Kelly before spinning around and blasting him to the forehead, knocking him off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas. He quickly rolls over and rises to his feet as Chapel gets his boot up towards Nathan, trying to connect with a hard shot to his face. Creed grabs him around the ankle though and pushes his leg down before stepping forward and blasting him to the chest with a vicious knife edge chop that almost knocks the giant down. Nathan gives him another unbelievable chop that causes Chapel to cringe and then grin. He then gets his knee up into the gut of Nathan before swinging around with a forearm shot into the side of his face, a hard one that causes Creed to become incredibly unstable. Chapel grabs him by the back of the head with one hand and throws another forearm that Nathan ducks under this time, getting around behind the savior's back and wrapping his arms around his waist. He is setting up for a German when Chapel bends down and grabs the ankle of Nathan, reaching between his legs and lifting Creed's into the air. Chapel turns around to face Nathan, grabbing his legs and trying to roll him over now when River Angelus steps up behind the giant's back, throwing a forearm into his upper back, which is absolutely violent. Chapel grimaces from the pain as he turns around to face Angelus, who reaches down and grabs him by the legs. He tries to lift him up when Chapel now blasts River over the upper spine with his forearm before wrapping his arms around the waist of Angelus. He appears to be setting up for a gutwrench side suplex when Nathan steps up behind him, sliding his arm around the neck of Chapel and pulling it back into a reverse DDT position, combination dragon sleeper. Kelly rises to his feet and rushes into the ropes in front of Nathan, and Chapel, bouncing off of them back first and then coming in. As he does so he jumps into the air, and grabs Nathan by the back of the head, pulling him down to the canvas into a reverse neckbreaker, at the same time causing Creed to yank Chapel into the ring with a reverse DDT. As Chapel collapses to the canvas, he pulls River over into a side suplex, the crowd going nuts at the huge combination move here in the early goings of this contest.

Tim: What the hell was that? Oh man, this match is already getting crazy.

Dan: These four men absolutely despise one another, and our out solely for the purpose of destroying each other over that Livewire Championship, which hangs in the balance.

All four men roll across the canvas after that hard hitting move as Kelly rises to his feet, stepping towards Angelus, who is the first to begin moving while holding his back. He throws a right into the side of his face, followed by another shot, that blocks him into one of the corners, his arms falling over the ropes. Jack begins to throw right hands into his face repeatedly before pulling his hand back and delivering a hard knife edge chop across the chest. Jack turns away from him and begins to approach the other side of the ring, Nathan and Chapel rolling to opposite corners and trying to pull themselves up now slowly. Jack backs all the way into the opposite corner of Angelus as the fans begin to cheer quite vocally. He rushes across the ring as fast as he can, charging at Angelus in order to hit the Phenomenal Splash. River steps out of the corer quickly, jumping into the air and placing his feet to the gut of Jack while wrapping his hands around the back of his head. He drops onto his spine, monkey flipping Jack over his head straight into the turnbuckle. He crashes back first into the turnbuckle pads while upside down and now crashes onto the canvas across his chest and stomach. The crowd erupts into a serious of ohs and awes at the sight of this vicious collision, Jack begins to flop up and down on the canvas already, holding his spine in the process as River rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, immediately approaching one of the ladders set up against the barricade. He scoops it up and places it across his chest moving as quickly as he can, on the inside of the ring, Nathan has risen to his feet and immediately rushed across the ring, jumping into the face of Chapel and beginning to hit him with right hand after right hand across the face. Chapel is backed into one of the corners as Nathan continues to wail on him, Angelus sliding the ladder into the ring while both men are distracted. He moves as fast as he can as he grabs the ladder and approaches the middle of the ring, setting it up underneath of the title belt immediately and beginning to climb it as the fans begin to boo furiously. He gets about half way up the ladder when Nathan turns and spots him, stepping in quickly. He reaches up and grabs him by the back of the pants, pulling him off of the ladder so that he falls on his feet in front of him. Creed now kicks him straight to the gut before grabbing him around the head and then dropping back into a huge snap suplex. Angelus slams across his back upon the canvas, immediately grabbing his spine as Nathan grabs the ladder off the canvas now, folding it up and placing it across his chest. Jack Kelly stands up slowly in one of the corners, holding his spine while Nathan turns to face Chapel, the monster having risen to his feet in his corner. Creed pulls the ladder back and then launches it violently straight into the upright body of Chapel. The crowd groans the collision, hearing the force, which is absolutely brutal, the fans shaking their head in the process. Nathan turns in the direction of Angelus, who has risen to his feet now, while still holding onto his back. He steps towards Nathan now and lifts his leg into the air for a kick. Creed grabs onto his ankle though, holding onto it and pulling his leg forward now, sticking it firmly under his armpit so that Angelus can't enzugari over with his other foot. Creed reaches out with his other leg, sweeping the free one of Angelus out from under him and causing him to crash onto his back. Nathan's spine is aimed towards the corner that Jack Kelly is pulling himself up backwards onto, getting both feet beneath him on the second rope while still holding his back. Nathan grabs both legs of Angelus now and drops back, catapulting him in the direction of Kelly in the corner. As Angelus flies into the air, Jack jumps off the turnbuckle, forward straight into the Patriot (Spear). The collision is brutal causing Kelly to land on his knees as his shoulder is driven brutally into the gut of River, folding him up as he crashes across his back onto the canvas. The crowd groans at the sight of the huge tag team move they just witnessed, before they put their hands together, going nuts.lain

Tim: Oh, man, that was sick, Nathan Creed and Jack Kelly working together, the cheating bastards.

Dan: Well, they seemingly came to an understanding here earlier tonight backstage as it relates to the ladder match, both men promising to reward the other with a Livewire title shot if they should win.

Tim: What a form of cheap bribery.

Angelus rolls across the canvas, gripping his stomach in severe pain as Nathan now stands up and points in the direction of Chapel in the corner. Jack nods his head while Creed steps towards the corner Chapel is loaded in with the ladder placed in front of him still, the behemoth looking out of it. Jack backs into the opposite corner as Nathan drops onto all fours, Kelly rushing in, across the ring with a huge burst of speed. He steps off the back of Jack, launching him forward at Chapel, who pulls the ladder up in front of his face and throws it directly into the body of Kelly. The impact is absolutely brutal, the sound of the ladder colliding with the flying body of Kelly. The shot knocks him down to the canvas with the ladder collapsing next to him as Chapel steps out of the corner now, Nathan beginning to stand up. Chapel steps towards Nathan, both men beginning to exchange right hands with one another, both men really battling it out. Chapel finally blocks one of Creed's arms and now kicks him to the gut before grabbing him around the head and pulling it between his legs. He wraps his arms around the waist of Nathan, lifting him up into the air and turning him towards the ladder which Jack Kelly is lying next to. He begins to throw right hands into the face of Chapel however, throwing a number of them before finally sliding off the shoulders of the religious zealot and landing on his feet in front of him. He kicks Chapel to the gut now and bends his head forward, placing him in a front facelock, setting up for the suplex onto the ladder behind his back as Jack Kelly rolls out of the way. He prepares to hit the move when Chapel stands up, burying his hands to the gut of Nathan, lifting him up into the air in the process. Chapel turns a bit to gorilla press Nathan up into the air and grab him around the back of his head. He pulls him down now ribs and chest first onto the ladder with a gorilla press into a diamond cutter. Creed crashes into the ladder and now rolls across the canvas, holding his mid-section as the crowd unleashes a huge pop at the sight of the incredible collision with the ladder. Chapel rolls across the canvas onto his knees and begins to stand up still being bent forward as River Angelus steps in now, having risen to his feet. He grabs Chapel around both arms, placing him in a butterfly lock before jumping into the air and dragging the behemoth down to the canvas with a butterfly DDT. He bashes into the canvas, rolling across it and holding his head in the process while Jack Kelly slides another ladder into the ring from off the barricade and now jumps onto the apron, grabbing the top rope in the process. Angelus stands up, smiling as he looks around at the fans with a huge grin, slapping his chest in the process and laughing as Jack Kelly springs onto the top rope behind him and flies off, soaring across the ring. Angelus turns around and is smacked straight in the face with a flying knee lift. The shot blasts him straight to the jaw, knocking him off of his feet and causing him to flip over onto his back, grabbing his mouth while Jack lands on the canvas across his side. The crowd groans the many changes in offense as Jack rolls over onto his knees, rising to his feet and approaching the ladder he just dragged into the ring. He grabs a hold of it, lifting it up into the air while Nathan spills to the outside of the ring under the ropes. He lands on his hands and knees, still gripping his ribs as he now begins to look under the ring for something. Jack places the ladder across his chest, turning to face Chapel, who has risen to his feet, leaning back first against he ropes and holding his head still. He rushes in with the ladder held in front of his face when Chapel steps away from the ropes and delivers a brutal big boot straight into the ladder. The collision is absolutely devastating, driving the ladder backward, straight into the face of Kelly and knocking him off of his feet in the process. The ladder flies into the air in the process, spilling onto the canvas over top of him. Chapel approaches it and jumps into the air, over the body of Kelly before coming down with a back first senton splash straight on top of the ladder, driving it down into the face and chest of Jack. The crowd groans the absolute impact of the move which, causes Jack to begin flopping across the canvas while Chapel sits up, holding his spine and roaring in pain.

Tim: Chapel abusing himself in order to dish out pain here, thank God, there's at least one courageous human being amongst this platoon of pussies.

Dan: Nathan Creed and Jack Kelly have a lot of courage Tim, how dare you good sir. River even possesses some heart, very little, but some nevertheless.

Chapel continues to sit on the canvas, gripping his back as River approaches the ladder that Nathan was slammed into earlier. He picks it up while Nathan Creed slides a table from under the ring, picking it up and placing it across his chest. He slides it into the ring under the ropes while the crowd goes nuts at the sight of him bringing this dangerous weapon into play. Chapel stands up on the inside of the ring and turns around to face River, who rushes in with the ladder placed on his shoulder, driving it directly into the face of the large figure, knocking him off of his feet and straight onto his back upon the canvas. Nathan slides into the ring now as Angelus turns to face him, lowering the ladder and driving it directly into his mid-section as he rose to his feet. Nathan bends forward as Angelus lifts the ladder above his head and brings it down over the spine of Creed violently. The collision is violently as Nathan spills onto the ring, holding his back and wailing in pain. Angelus keeps the ladder held across his chest as Jack Kelly begins to rise to his feet now, staggering around the ring with a very dazed expression on his face. He holds his chin and face before turning around to face Angelus, who throws the ladder directly at him. Kelly catches it across his chest when River turns sideways to Kelly, jumping into the air and going into a sideways corkscrew. He turns that into a kick straight to the ladder, driving it directly into his body. The fans begin to cheer the athletic move, even by the man who took out Daemon Frost last week. Kelly spills onto his back, dropping the ladder across the canvas above his head. Angelus lands on his hands and knees before rising to his feet and approaching the ladder, which is still spread across the canvas. He reaches down to grab it when Chapel moves up to his side, delivering a double axehandle over his back and now placing him in a front gantry. He drops back, lifting Angelus into the air before snap suplexing him straight onto the ladder across his lower back. Angelus' face fills with horror as he rolls off the ladder, gripping his back in tremendous pain. Chapel stands up slowly as the fans start to boo him now, turning around and glaring at them when Nathan Creed rushes from across the ring and blasts him to the throat with a hard clothesline, knocking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring, the crowd groaning the vicious impact of the clothesline. Chapel flips over the ropes and begins to stumble backwards in the direction of the ramp-way. He stumbles and staggers while holding his face before he reaches out and grabs one of the ladders, lining the barricade. He begins to try and pick it up while on the inside of the ring, Nathan is glaring over the ropes at him, looking very anxious. He now rushes across the ring, back first into the ropes, which propel him forward into the direction of Chapel, jumping through them with a suicide dive headbutt. Chapel turns around, lifting the ladder up in front of him as Nathan crashes into it face first , but also knocks it backwards into the body of his large opponent. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this, several of their mouths dropping in disbelief over what they just witnessed. Chapel crashes onto his back as he drops the ladder, Nathan falling next to him on the mats as well. Both men on crashing onto the mats on several sides of the ladder. Nathan has both hands placed over his face, while Chapel rolls back and forth as well, appearing to be in a great mount of pain after that collision with the ladder. The crowd is still cheering on what they just witnessed, unable to forget the sights and sounds of what just transpired. Jack Kelly rises to his feet slowly, holding his face and cradling his upper body, which has already been put through a lot in the early stages of thus brutal ladder match. Chapel and Nathan somehow begin to rise to their feet on the outside of the ring, looking to be feeling the effects of that sickening previous move. They get to their feet as Jack climbs up the turnbuckle behind them. Both men begin to exchange shots with one another, kind of weak blows however as Kelly stands up on the top turnbuckle now, waiting for both men to turn around. They begin to do so a bit as Jack now walks across the top rope, getting to the middle of it as he curves his body and dives off backwards with a moonsault straight onto both Chapel and Nathan Creed. The crowd cheers the remarkable athletic and high flying move by Kelly, which has laid all three men out on the outside mats.

Dan: Ohhh, what a tremendous high flying move by Jack Kelly, showcasing his cruiserweight style move, which he blends rather adequately with his technical skills.

Tim: Dan, you'd be impressed by a Mr. Potato Head doll, so I'll tell you when you should be excited by a move, and I can guarantee that Chapel will be on the offensive when it happens.

The fans are still cheering what they just witnessed as River Angelus stands up on the inside of the ring and glares to the outside where all three of his opponents are beginning to rise to their feet. He looks around at the fans who are all on their feet, cheering, clapping, begging him to do it already. Angelus begins to run towards the ropes now before stopping abruptly and waving all three men off as he turns his back and begins to approach the ladder. The fans begin to boo quite loudly now, feeling rather jipped by Angelus' arrogance. River grabs the ladder off of the canvas and drags it to the center of the ring, realizing that this may be his big chance to retain the Livewire title. He gets the ladder set up and now begins to climb it to the despair of everyone in the arena. Chapel is the first to his hands and knees on the outside of the ring, crawling across the mats and starting towards the ring. He rises to his feet and tries desperately to roll under it in time. Angelus gets the ladder set up and now starts to climb it as quickly as he can. He climbs one rung at a time fairly quickly when Chapel enters the ring and moves up behind the Livewire Champion. He steps under his legs and buries his shoulders to the back of them. River tries to hold on but is powerbombed brutally off the ladder nonetheless. He crashes into the canvas across his back violently, flipping over onto his chest and stomach, flopping up and down while Chapel turns around to face the ladder now, starting to climb it. Nathan Creed slides into the ring now, crawling across the canvas and grabbing the other ladder which was brought in by River earlier. He slides it across the canvas while placing his hand to his forehead in the process, groaning in pain from the headache he is most likely suffering from after that nasty bump he took a moment ago. He pulls the ladder up and begins to drag it to the side of the one Chapel is occupying. He sets it up slowly and begins to climb it while Chapel continues to climb the other one very slowly. Jack Kelly slides into the ring now, crawling towards the ladder that Chapel is making his way up. He grabs the other side of it and starts to climb as well while River Angelus stands up gripping his back. He falls into the other side of the ladder that Nathan is climbing and begins to make his way up it now. He gets closer and closer to the top as do the trio of opponents, every man in this contest making their way up the two separate ladders. The fans begin to cheer, witnessing this, realizing that only one of them can pull down the Livewire Championship though. All four men reach the top, in a precarious situation as they begin to exchange rights hands now, all of them fighting amongst one another. Angelus hits Nathan with a right while Kelly connects with a shot to Chapel. He retaliates and then elbows Angelus to the chin, the crowd wondering who is going to fall off. Chapel and Jack now stick their foots out, placing them to the side of Nathan and River's ladder. The crowd stands as the ladder tips over sideways, sending Nathan and River flying off the top. Angelus extends his leg out and collapses testicles first on the top rope while Nathan turns and strikes them stomach first. He bounces off of them and collapses onto his back upon the outside mats while Jack and Chapel continue to battle with one another, exchanging shots. Chapel throws a forearm into the gut of Kelly though, causing him to bend forward as the religious icon takes another step up the ladder. Hr grabs Kelly around the head and thrusts him into a powerbomb position while extending both of his arms out to his sides, signaling for the crucifix powerbomb. The crowd begins to shake its head, unable to believe that Chapel is about to hit a move like this. Kelly stands up though, delivering a vicious open hand chop to the chest of Chapel. His larger opponent groans in pain, bending forward a bit as Jack takes another step up the ladder and now grabs him around the head with both arms. The crowd begins to cheer as Jack looks around at them and now steps off the ladder sideways, pulling Chapel with him and off of the structure. He spins Chapel around into a swinging neckbreaker off of the top of the ladder, both men crashing onto the canvas to a huge eruption from the fans. They all jump up and down, going absolutely nuts at the sight of what they just witnessed, Chapel and Jack Kelly slamming into the canvas violently.

Dan: What a sick move by Jack Kelly, a swinging neckbreaker from the top of the ladder on Chapel.

Tim: Would these people please sit down and shut up? It wasn't that spectacular.

Chapel and Jack roll across the ring as Nathan slides back into the squared circle once again, holding his ribs in the process. He approaches the ladder still set up in the middle of the ring, grabbing a hold of it and balancing it out before beginning to climb the structure, all the while still gripping his mid-section, everyone in the arena still buzzing over the incredibly dangerous move they witnessed a few moments ago. River Angelus, on the outside of the ring still, reaches under it and slides out a steel chair, beginning to pull himself up the apron. Nathan climbs the ladder at a slow pace, his body racked with pain after taking that collision with the ropes from the top of the ladder and having been dropped ribs first onto the metal structure earlier. Nathan spots something from the corner of his eyes though as he gets about half way up the ladder, turning towards the source. The crowd suddenly explodes as River Angelus dives off the top rope, sticking the steel chair he found earlier, under his feet and front dropkicking it straight into the face of Nathan Creed. The former World Champion almost flips backwards off the ladder, crashing across the back of his head and neck before rolling over onto his chest and stomach. Many fans unleash a groan, accompanied with a few moans at the sound of the brutal chair collision with the skull of Nathan. River has landed on his back, taking several deep breaths after that hard hitting move, which has laid Nathan completely out now. The crowd is still cheering what they just witnessed as Nathan lies on the canvas completely out of it, a welt forming on his forehead after the collision with the steel chair. Angelus rolls over backwards onto his knees, still appearing to be in pain after taking that dive off the ladder, testicles first into the top rope. He rises to his feet now and grabs the ladder, taking it down out of the standing position as he spots Jack Kelly crawling into one of the corners. He turns around, leaning against it back first after the vicious move he connected with on Chapel, off the top. He is sitting against the turnbuckle now as River rushes at him with a great burst of speed and jumps into the air, placing the ladder beneath his feet and front dropkicking it straight into the face and upper abdomen of Kelly. The crowd groans the vicious impact, the brutality of the collision, the sound of ladder connecting with bone. Angelus rolls over backwards onto his knees after the move as Kelly remains seated in the corner with a very glazed over look in his eyes after the move. Angelus rises to his feet with both arms extended out to his sides, the crowd responding with a hard wave of boos at the sight of him show boating. As he does so, Chapel steps up behind him and hooks both of his arms. He hoists River into the air, surprisingly finding the strength to do so, before turning and dropping him back first across his knee, with a version of a full nelson backbreaker. Angelus bounces off and collapses onto his side, shouting at the top of his lungs in pure anguish. Chapel rises to his feet, stumbling and staggering around now after taking that brutal swinging neckbreaker from the top of the ladder. He tries to get his head straight after falling into the ropes back first, a dazed expression befalling his eyes. He steps forward now and approaches the ladder that Nathan Creed and River Angelus collapses off of earlier, which is still leaning against the top rope. He grabs a hold of it, lifting it up across his chest and approaching Angelus now, dropping it down on top of him and then backing away with a grin on his face, a very devious one at that. He still shakes his head, trying to get it straight.

Tim: You know, when Chapel starts stacking ladders on top of people, that kind of makes me think that something painful is about to happen.

Dan: God only knows what this mean spirited son of a bitch is up to, realizing his destructive qualities.

Chapel turns around slowly, as a very groggy Nathan Creed now steps in, blasting him to the side of the face with a forearm shot, followed by another one, and then a third. Chapel is reeling, almost collapsing with each blow before Nathan rushes backwards into the ropes now, bouncing off of them back first and then rushing at the large, religious icon. Chapel places his hands to the chest of Nathan though, throwing him up into the air and catching him on his shoulders, before turning around to face River, who is still pinned under the ladder. He powerbombs Nathan brutally on top of the ladder now, crashing into it with his spine and driving it into the body of Angelus. The fans unleash a mighty groan at the sound of this, accompanied with a series of ohs, as the sound of the impact truly registers within their heads. Chapel stumbles some more as Nathan rolls off the ladder, flopping on the canvas and gripping his back in tremendous pain from the collision he just endured. River pushes the ladder off of him and also rolls across the canvas. Chapel approaches the table that Nathan dragged into the ring earlier now, grabbing a hold of it and beginning to set it up as he drags it across the ring into the direction of the turnbuckle. He picks it up and places it horizontally against the turnbuckle now, swiping his hands across it while River rolls to the outside of the ring, dropping onto the mats across his elbows and knees. Nathan lands on his feet in front of him on the outside mats as well, gripping his spine in tremendous pain. Chapel gets the table set up diagonally against the turnbuckle before turning towards Jack Kelly, who is trying to stand up in the corner opposite of him, the ladder that River used earlier to dropkick him in the face, still resting on the canvas in front of him. Chapel approaches him now, as quickly as he can, the thoughts of that neckbreaker off the top of the ladder still weighting heavily upon his mind. He steps over the ladder and moves towards Kelly, giving him a hard open hand chop across the chest that causes the crowd to unleash a huge woo at the sound of it. Chapel grabs him by the wrist now, attempting to whip him across the ring, only for Kelly to reach back and wrap him around the top rope. Chapel looks upset before he throws another vicious open hand chop across Jack's chest, the fans unleashing a huge woo at the sound of the collision. Jack covers his chest up, yet refuses to break his arm away from the rope, Chapel becoming frustrated. He finally pushes Kelly back first against the turnbuckle and now steps up onto the second rope, standing over top of him. He begins to throw right hands down into the face of Kelly now, repeatedly, the crowd not counting a long, shouting discouraging comments at Chapel with each blow he hits. Jack releases the ropes now but reaches up with both arms, wrapping them around the legs of Chapel and pulling him off the turnbuckle. He powerbombs him backwards, directly onto the laid out ladder stretched over the canvas. Chapel bashes into it spine first, with a great deal of violence, popping into the air and rolling over onto his knees. His entire body is just aching from the collision as he falls onto his side and now rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, landing on his back. Nathan and River are battling on the outside now, both men hitting rights and kicks into one another's already damaged bodies as Jack Kelly staggers out of the corner and reaches down, scooping the ladder he just powerbombed Chapel onto up into his arms. He steps towards the center of the ring and begins to set it up now, straightening it out while still reaching for his spine in tremendous pain. He gets it established firmly upon the canvas before turning towards the other ladder now, that Chapel used to powerbomb Nathan onto while River was trapped underneath it. He pulls it up into the air and sets it beside the other ladder as the crowd begins to cheer. Kelly begins to use both ladders now to make his way up towards the Livewire title belt.

Tim: Oh no, somebody do something now, Jack Kelly is making his way towards the Livewire Championship, somebody please stop him.

Dan: Jack using a great strategy here, putting two ladders together in order to help him climb all that much faster, he might just win the gold here Tim.

The fans are going nuts as Jack climbs closer and closer to the title belt, which is shimmering brightly as it sways back and forth upon the hook above the ring. He gets almost to the top when Nathan Creed slides back into the ring, gripping his spine in tremendous pain while holding his face as well, having knocked River down to the mats on the outside of the ring. He stumbles around before spotting Kelly reaching for the gold, now hightailing it up the ladders behind him. Jack's fingers interlock around one of the belts when Nathan steps up behind him and blasts the former Xtreme Champion straight over his back with a hard forearm shot. Jack falls forward onto the tops of both ladders, almost tumbling to the canvas below, but keeping himself from doing so. He turns onto his knees now, stretched out over the tops of both ladders as he reaches up for the Livewire title belt yet again, the crowd getting behind him. Nathan throws a hard shot into his stomach now, having made it completely to the top of both ladders. Jack falls onto his chest and stomach, stretched over the ladder tops now as Nathan moves with great caution onto the ladder which supports Jack's legs and lower body. He steps over the top of it now and straddles the back of Kelly in the process, placing one foot on either side of the ladder as he lifts Jack's legs up into the air and places him in a version of the liontamer. The fans are absolutely going to see this transpiring across the tops of both ladders, Jack's tired and battered body being held in this excruciatingly painful submission by a roaring Nathan Creed. Chapel has now entered the ring however, staggering forward into the ladders and leaning upon them chest first as he makes his way up as quickly as he possibly can. Jack continues to unleash his pain vocally as Nathan only further pulls back on his legs, cinching in the hold with all of his strength as Chapel gets to the top of the ladder now. He reaches out and places his hand to the back of Nathan, shoving him forward and off of Kelly. Nathan flies off the side of the ladder, soaring in the direction of one of the turnbuckles and slamming into it violently face first. He bashes off and collapses onto his back as the crowd unleashes another groan at the sight of it. Jack continues to hold his back as he slides off the tops of the ladder and plants his feet on a set of rungs, on the opposite side of Chapel, both men staring eye to eye. Kelly lobs a forearm shot into the chin of Chapel, almost causing him to collapse back first off the ladder before he makes himself hold on tightly. He pulls himself back in and delivers a vicious open hand chop straight across the chest of Jack Kelly now, while River Angelus slides a table out from under the ring, making the crowd even more crazed. Jack almost loses his footing on the top of the ladder, grabbing his chest before Chapel reaches out and slides his hands into the hair of Kelly. He pulls his head forward now and places him in a front gantry before lifting Kelly up into the air. The fans are shocked as Chapel drops off the top of the ladder and connects with a super, superplex straight into the canvas. Jack slams against the ring violently, the back of one of his legs falling over the bottom rope as he immediately curls into a ball and rolls over onto his side. The fans are on their feet, starting a holy shit chant after the huge superplex that Chapel just destroyed Jack Kelly with.

Tim: Oh my God! Chapel just destroyed himself and Jack Kelly with that superplex off the top of the ladder, you talk about high risk personified, that's just what you got.

Dan: I am starting to fear for the medical conditions of all four of these men involved in this ladder match, they've already put their bodies through a tremendous onslaught in order to acquire the Livewire title, how much more are they going to endure?

Tim: How much more can they endure?

Nathan is now on his feet, leaning side first against the ropes with a very battered, pain ridden expression on his face before he steps towards the ladders. He falls into them, yet begins to make his way towards the top now, cradling his ribs in the process, his abdomen having taken quite a pounding throughout this contest. He makes his way up both ladders at a slow pace, unable to move very quickly, while Angelus gets the ladder set up on the outside of the ring. He now scrambles to enter the squared circle, sliding in under the ropes. He gets to his feet, bending forward and grabbing one of the ladder rungs as he feels the pain course through his frame. Nathan is getting closer and closer to the title belt, the Livewire Championship, which hangs in the balance. Nathan reaches for it, the crowd beginning to cheer only to have his hand fall just short of the title. Angelus climbs up behind him though on the other ladder, set up directly beside the one Nathan is currently standing up. He gets to the level that Nathan is at and now grabs him by the shoulder, delivering a hard kick straight into the back of Creed, straight into his kidney area. The crowd groans the kick before Angelus connects with another one. Creed lowers his arm and reaches for his back as Angelus now begins to turn his spine in the direction of the ladder, still holding onto it. He reaches out with his legs slowly, wrapping them around the waist of Creed from behind. The fans are shocked now as Angelus releases the ladder and now elevated himself above the ring by keeping his legs wrapped around Creed's waist. He pushes himself up as high as he will go now and then falls forward, pulling Nathan off the ladder with a sunset flip powerbomb like move, which causes Creed to slam into the canvas violently across the back of his head and neck, the move almost resembling a modified piledriver. Nathan bashes into the canvas violently and rises to his feet before staggering backwards into the ropes and then spilling over them to the outside of the ring. The fans once again start in which a huge wave of holy shit chants, everyone jumping up and down after what they just witnessed, the tremendous move performed expertly by the diabolical Livewire Champion.

Dan: Oh man, I've never seen anything like that performed off a ladder before, that was absolutely disgusting!

Tim: That had to be one of the most violent, death defying moves I've ever witnessed, it's a wonder that Nathan Creed doesn't have a broken neck for crying out loud.

Creed lies on the outside mats, appearing out of it completely now with sweat racing down his battered frame, while Chapel and Jack Kelly begin to roll around on the canvas, trying to get themselves back into this contest. Angelus is the only one getting to his feet now, having endured a lot, but the freshest of the bunch as he grabs the ladder, beginning to use it in order to climb up as quickly as he possibly can, as fast as his battered body will allow. Chapel begins to move now, getting to his feet slowly and then making his way around to the side of the ladder that Angelus is almost to the top of. He begins to step up the ladder set up next to that one as he lifts his arm into the air and begins to club River over his lower back repeatedly, keeping him from going any higher. Jack Kelly has risen to his feet as well now, stepping around beneath Chapel. He drops to his knees for a second as he grabs his lower back, which is providing far too much pain for him to continue onward, after that vicious super, super, superplex from the top of the ladder. He finally finds the strength to begin crawling however as Chapel straddles both ladders now with separate feet. He buries his shoulder into the spine of Angelus, obviously setting up for a huge back drop suplex to the canvas below. Jack climbs up behind Chapel though, beginning to hit with forearm shots to his back as well. He buries his shoulder to the spine of Chapel now and pulls him off with a back drop suplex. At the same time, Chapel yanks River from the top of the ladder, all three men crashing onto the canvas with a double back drop suplex. The fans react with a huge wave of cheers as the three men crash violently into the ring, Angelus flipping over almost as he spills onto his chest and stomach. Chapel rolls to his side, looking to be in a lot of pain through his back as does Kelly, who remains spread across his spine upon the canvas, breathing deeply. The fans are still jumping up and down, going nuts over what they just witnessed occur in the ring, the brutality of that vicious combination move. Nathan is also not moving on the outside of the ring still, after taking that rather nasty collision from the top of the ladder at the hands of River Angelus. Kelly is the first to begin moving somehow, even after all he has endured in this contest, standing up and leaning against the ropes for a few moments to collect himself. He breaths heavily before moving forward and grabbing one of the ladders, folding it up and then dropping it on the canvas right beside the ropes, now setting his sights upon Chapel, who is still laid out. He pushes his aches and pains aside as he reaches down and grabs the wrist and the ankle of Chapel, dragging him towards the center of the ring and leaving him there. Chapel is completely laid out after that huge back drop suplex off the ladder, leaving him prone for Jack's next move, which promises to be sadistic as he stands up straight and begins to twirl his hands one around the other. The crowd is on it's feet, shaking their heads, realizing what Jack is about to set up for, as he positions the ladder and moves up it as quickly as his body will allow. Chapel is still not moving, holding his ribs and back as Jack climbs the ladder on the opposite side of his massive opponent. He climbs as quickly as he can while Nathan begins to somehow fight his way up on the outside of the ring. River Angelus also begins to stand up on the inside of the ring as Jack gets closer and closer to the top of the ladder. He gets all the way to the top now as Chapel begins to move slowly, his body still racked with pain after everything it's went through in this contest. The fans are watching closely with wide eyes as Jack steps on top of the ladder now and looks around, taking a deep breath and then diving off. He flips through the air and connects with a shooting star press from the top of the ladder, directly onto Chapel. Everyone jumps from their seats, hopping up and down, going mad at the sight of what they just witnessed as Jack bounces into the air and rolls over onto his back, kicking his legs repeatedly while holding his ribs.

Tim: Oh my God!!

Dan: That was one of the most amazing things I think I've ever witnessed, Jack Kelly diving from the top of the ladder with a shooting star press directly onto Chapel. Talk about insane.

The fans are chiming in with another holy shit chant as Jack rolls back and forth, holding his ribs and Chapel lies on his side, appearing absolutely out of it now. The fans are going absolutely nuts, jumping up and down after what they just witnessed, Chapel holding his ribs and kicking his legs repeatedly, trying to fight off the anguish of the move he just endured. Jack is also spread across his chest and stomach, his ribs gripped tightly by both arms after that shooting star press. He tries to push himself up, but to no avail, almost collapsing to the canvas repeatedly. Nathan Creed pulls himself up onto the apron, resting upon his knees and leaning chest first against the ropes as he can feel the anguish coursing through his frame. He drags himself up onto his feet, sweat rolling down his battered body as he slides through the ropes now into the ring. Jack Kelly begins to rise to his feet slowly, his legs and body cutting out beneath him with his back aimed in the direction of Nathan, who steps up behind him. He blasts Kelly to the upper back with a hard forearm shot before wrapping his arms around his waist. He drops backwards now into a huge German suplex, pulling the Phenomenal One over onto the back of his head and shoulders with a hard collision before rolling over onto his knees. He pulls Jack onto his posterior and then rises to his feet, dragging Nathan with him to a standing base. He steps to his side and wraps his arm around the waist of Kelly now, and then lifts him up into the air, connecting with a Canadian back breaker. Kelly bounces off of his knee, dropping onto his chest and stomach and gripping his back, obviously the alliance between himself and Nathan having drifted away in pursuit of the Livewire title. Nathan steadies himself, almost collapsing several times as Angelus continues to try and pull himself up the ropes now. He turns around to face Creed before rushing in with a great burst of speed, throwing a lariat that Nathan ducks under. He gets around behind the back of Angelus and places him in a reverse waist lock before dropping back, flipping Angelus over onto his chest and stomach with a huge release German suplex. Angelus crashes into the canvas and begins to flop up and down in pain as Nathan rises to his feet, absolutely on fire as the crowd begins to cheer. Chapel begins to stand up now as well, utilizing the ropes to help him before he steps towards Nathan with a huge big boot. Creed catches him around the ankle though and pushes it away, causing Chapel to spin around with his back aimed in the direction of the former Livewire Champion. Nathan steps forward and slaps on a reverse waist lock, setting for another German suplex to a huge reaction from the crowd. Chapel spins around though, immediately slapping on a front gantry and turning his back towards the turnbuckle. He lifts Nathan into the air now and vertical suplexes him back first directly into the turnbuckle, the crowd is absolutely shocked once again, by this vicious move just hit by the religious zealot. Chapel sits up on the canvas as Nathan slams hard back first into the turnbuckle and gets one of his legs tied up around the top rope however. He now finds himself hanging in a virtual tree of woe. Chapel stands up and turns to face him while grinning widely, obviously enjoying the sight of Creed in this predicament.

Dan: Oh no, Nathan is in a lot of trouble here, he is at the mercy of Chapel.

Tim: This is one place he does not want to be, because I can personally guarantee that Chapel is not going to show him, the slightest degree of mercy.

Nathan is still hanging in the tree of woe as River Angelus, who rolled to the outside of the ring after that huge German suplex, now re-enters with a steel chair in hand. Chapel turns away from Nathan only to be smacked over the head violently with the chair, the crowd groaning the sheer impact of the move which causes the giant to almost lose his balance and collapse to the canvas below. River, strikes him with another chair shot now, but Chapel is still standing. His eyes roll to the back of his head as Angelus lifts the chair into the air again but stops now and lowers it. He now breaths in and blows out in the direction of Chapel, who tumbles over backwards onto the canvas after taking those two violent steel chair shots straight to the head. The crowd begins to chuckle at the sight of this, Chapel now rolling across the ring and holding his forehead in a great deal of pain. Angelus pulls the chair up in front of his chest while beginning to smack it with the palm of his hand repeatedly and smile, turning towards the still helpless Nathan with a grin on his face. He turns towards the center of the ring to perhaps get a running start only to find himself facing a now standing Jack Kelly, who springs into the air and delivers a huge dropsault straight into the chair. The impact is violent, knocking Angelus off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas as Kelly lands on his chest and stomach. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, glaring around with a far off look in his eyes as the crowd still cheers what they just witnessed, the violent impact of the chair, meeting with the face and chest of Angelus. River and Chapel both appear out of it now while Nathan remains tied up in the corner, trying his best to untangle his leg from around the top rope. Kelly steps to the center of the ring, grabbing the ladder that he used to deliver the shooting star press off of and turning it so that, his spine is facing the turnbuckle that the table was set up in earlier. He positions the ladder a little ways off from the title, perhaps his pain and anguish causing him to be a bit disorientated as he now begins to climb the ladder as quickly as his body will allow. He uses one arm to progress upward, the other cradling his ribs as he continues to move upwards. Nathan is able to untie his leg now, dropping onto his elbows and knees, trying to rise to his feet as quickly as he can. Jack Kelly is nearing the top of the ladder, his body ravaged with pain as Nathan now steps around to the bottom of the ladder. He grabs a hold of it and begins to climb as quickly as he possibly can, Jack getting closer and closer to the top. Nathan now reaches the half way point, lifting his arm into the air and blasting Jack over the lower back with it, before doing it again, some of the fans groan just the sound of the blows as Nathan continues to climb. He is now climbing over top of Kelly, reaching his arms around the body of Jack and still holding onto the ladder. Suddenly Nathan releases the ladder and grabs Jack around the waist, pulling him off into a German suplex. The fans jump from their seats and go mad as Jack flies off the ladder backwards and crashes through the table that was set up in the corner, with a huge German suplex. The wood shatters into pieces around the body of Jack, who now lies motionless as Nathan collapses onto the canvas across his back.

Tim: Holy shit, that was the craziest thing I've ever witnessed!

Dan: We need medics out here, I think that move might have just killed Jack Kelly, talk about sick.

Jack breaths in and out deeply, wood lying all around his broken and battered body, everyone in the arena still going nuts over what they just witness transpire. Kelly is still out of it as the referee rushes in and drops down, checking on his condition. Nathan Creed rolls over onto his hands and knees, beginning to try and push himself upwards before collapsing onto the canvas once more, trying to shake the cobwebs free from his head. He shakes it repeatedly, staggering and stumbling tremendously before turning in the direction of the ladder. He steps towards it and wraps his hand around it, beginning to push the ladder back to the very center, right under the hanging Livewire title, which continues to sway back and forth in the air. Nathan begins to climb the ladder towards the title now, his body physically exhausted, completely battered and bruised thus far. He makes his way closer, and closer, painstakingly towards the top of the ladder. The crowd is still going nuts, all of them rallied behind him as he gets closer and closer to the championship, closer and closer to victory. Chapel has now risen to his hands and knees, crawling towards the ladder that Jack moved out of the way earlier. He grabs a hold of it and places it across his chest before scooting across his knees in the direction of Nathan, who through indescribable horror, has almost reached the title. Chapel sets up the ladder slowly, getting it positioned directly beside Nathan's and then making his way up the ladder as quickly as he possibly can. He grunts throughout the process, unleashing several high pitched growls as he tries to force himself upwards in the direction of Nathan. Angelus is also getting to his feet on the inside of the ring, crawling towards both ladders now as the fans continue to cheer, the only man not getting involved in this action being Jack Kelly, who has rolled to the outside of the ring, being checked over by EMTs after that vicious German through the table. Nathan has reached the top now, lifting his hand into the air for the title belt, when Chapel grabs him around the ankle, keeping him from progressing upward anymore. He turns his back towards the ladder now, sliding his hand around the chin of Nathan, who continues to try and hold on. Chapel places one foot on both ladders as he stretches Nathan over his shoulders and jumps off now. He comes down, crashing on his posterior and connecting with the Cardinal Sin (Torture Rack Backbreaker). The entire arena is astonished as Nathan flops into the air, grabbing his back and collapsing onto the canvas across his side, while Chapel remains seated on the canvas, beginning to flop up and down though as he reaches for rear end. Nathan is rolling around, gripping his back in tremendous pain after being hit with the Cardinal Sin off the top of the ladders, the fans all going nuts, stomping their feet upon the concrete and clapping their hands emphatically.

Dan: Oh my God! The Cardinal Sin off the ladders by Chapel. Nathan Creed's back may have been shattered.

Tim: That would be a true dream come true for Chapel.

Nathan continues to hold his back in tremendous pain as River Angelus climbs the ladder with no one on the defensive. He gets to the very top with the fans going absolutely nuts as he reaches up for the Livewire title now, wrapping his hands around it. The fans squeal and scream at the sight of this, begging someone to stop Angelus as he continues to grab at the gold, yet doesn't seem to be able to pull it down, seeming to have trouble getting it off the hook. Chapel turns towards him though, standing up and grabbing the ladder, pulling it out from beneath the feet of River. Angelus tries to hold onto it with his legs, but is unable to do so, as Chapel pulls it completely away, River finding himself hanging from the title belt now. He is still unable to yank it off the hook as he sways back and forth, the title not willing to come down with him, River's face filling with desperation. River tries to reach for the other ladder now, which Chapel pulls away quickly before turning his back towards it. He begins to ascend it backwards, getting towards the top relatively quickly, even after all he's been put through in this tremendous, brutal ladder match. Angelus continues to try and drag the title from the hook as Chapel gets all the way to the top of the ladder now and dives off. He soars through the air and drives his shoulder into the gut of River, dragging him off the title and down to the canvas with a huge spear. The fans erupt, seemingly losing their breath after everything they've seen in this ladder match, unable to even calm down for a second. River grabs his ribs and rolls across the canvas as Chapel rises onto his knees, breathing deeply with a very dazed look on his face, feeling as if he's got firm control of this match. Chapel rises to his feet and staggers towards the ladder, grabbing a hold of it pulling it towards the center of the ring once again, setting it up under the title belt while Angelus rolls back and forth, still gripping his ribs in tremendous pain. The fans are putting their hands together as Chapel gets the ladder positioned under the title belt, leaning against the metal structure for support, sweat racing from his brutalized, battered, body. A far off look registers in his eyes as the crowd begins to boo, realizing that there is no one left to oppose him, not one opponent remaining in the ring with the strength to stand up and stop his accession to the title belt. Chapel gets the ladder completely set up, a very dazed look in his eyes still as he begins to make his way up the rungs towards the title. Nathan is still out of it, holding his back and breathing heavily while Angelus has rolled into one of the corners, gripping his ribs and back after the spear. Once again, everyone in the arena is booing and screaming, calling for someone to stop Chapel, to prevent him from reaching the Livewire Championship.

Tim: Yes, yes, look at this, Chapel is the only man left, nobody will stop him from grabbing the Livewire title.

Dan: Oh no, come on, not Chapel, don't tell me he's going to reach the title and walk away from here the champion.

Tim: Get use to seeing a FUF superstar holding Annihilation's Livewire title, this is just grand.

Chapel is climbing, sweat rolling down his battered body, which has received a tremendous amount of punishment throughout this grueling, out of control Livewire title ladder match. His eyes center upon the title, which is hanging precariously above the ring, River and Nathan still out of it after the moves in which they've just endured from the religious behemoth. On the outside of the ring, EMTs are still working on Jack Kelly, calling for a stretcher, before he suddenly grabs them by their shirts and pulls himself up, refusing to stay down. The fans are going nuts at the sight of this as the Phenomenal One gets to his feet, staggering around. The officials try to keep him from getting into the ring as he pushes them out of his way and falls into the apron, leaning on it chest first. He tries to pull himself up to his feet with a glazed over look on his face. Chapel continues to progress upward, in the direction of the title. His hand reaches up for it, almost grabbing the Livewire title, which is within his massive grasp. He grimaces in pain while reaching for the gold for a second time, his fingers tapping the golden plate. His hand slides around the title when Jack Kelly stumbles up behind him and the ladder. Kelly bends forward and grabs the rungs of the ladder, lifting it up into the air and causing a shocked Chapel to fall forward from the top of the ladder. The ladder strikes the ropes as Chapel flies over them and into the table that River set up at ringside. He crashes through it to a huge reaction from the fans, who are absolutely stunned by the massive body of Chapel crashing through the table, sending wooden chunks flying through the air into all different directions. They are on their feet now, jumping up and down, absolutely crazed over the tremendous collision with the table.

Tim: No! Chapel went through the table at ringside, that was unbelievable.

Dan: Jack Kelly may have just ended Chapel's chances of walking away from here the Livewire Champion.

Jack grabs the ladder and pulls it back down to a standing base, almost falling over in the process. He tumbles to one knee, leaning against the legs of the ladder, incredibly confused. He begins to stand up slowly, his entire body full of pure pain and anguish. He begins to climb at a very slow pace, his entire frame aching after being German suplexed through the table. Chapel lies completely out of it on the outside of the ring amongst the broken chunks of wood, while Nathan is spread across the canvas on his chest and stomach, River lying on his back, everyone still appearing to be absolutely out of it. Jack continues to climb the ladder, no one conscious in order to stop him from pulling down the Championship and walking away the new Livewire Champion. River Angelus begins to move, without warning, rolling over onto his side while still gripping his back and groaning in pain. His eyes truly depict the anguish he is experiencing as he pushes himself up into a crawling base, dragging himself in it's direction. Jack is already more than half way up already, getting to the top of the ladder when River grabs the other end of the ladder, pulling himself up the other end with all of his strength. His entire body is clouded with pain as he makes his way towards the top. Jack reaches for the title, having gotten to the top. His hand taps the title, which swings away from him unfortunately. He reaches out, trying to grab it. The belt begins to come off the hook when River throws a forearm into his ribs, causing him to bend forward and reach for his gut. Angelus climbs to the very top of the ladder, looking almost out of it. Kelly wakes up now and throws a forearm shot into the face of River. The Livewire Champion connects with a right hand across the jaw of Kelly, almost taking him off the ladder and down to the canvas below. Jack holds on though, keeping himself from falling as River throws another searing right to the side of his face. Kelly loses his grasp but catches himself at the last second, the fans begin to scream. Jack pulls himself back to the top of the ladder and grabs River by the back of his head, pulling him forward into a hard headbutt. Angelus is able to hold on as Kelly now gives him headbut after headbut straight to the face, repeatedly in a deranged fashion. River somehow keeps his hands firmly placed to the ladder, yet is slowly losing his grasp. He lets go and almost falls down, but catches the top rung at the last second with his hand. Blood is now seeping from the forehead of River, while it does the same to Jack Kelly. Both men look incredibly dazed, having been lacerated with the brutal headbutts. Jack now reaches for the title but spots River leaning back in so connects with a blistering open hand chop across his chest, grabbing him around the head and pulling him forward. He now begins to turn River backwards in his direction, placing him in a cobra clutch, setting up for the Phenominzer (Backwards cobra clutch suplex) off the top of the ladder. The fans begin to scream, putting thei0r hands together, all of them erupting at the sight of this, at the sight of what is transpiring inside of the ring, Jack about to possibly destroy River Angelus. River throws a forearm into the side of Kelly though, causing him to bend forward. He breaks the cobra clutch to the shock of everyone as Angelus steps up to the top of the ladder and looks around with blood dripping from his dazed, glazed over face. He pulls Jack's head between his legs and wraps his arms around his waist while stepping up towards the top of the ladder and jumping off of it. He flips forward, pulling Jack around into a flip over piledriver off the top of the ladder, the Canadian Destroyer. Jack bounces up onto his feet immediately, stumbling backwards into the ropes and flipping over them to the outside of the ring across his back. He is out of it, blood rushing down his head, completely oblitherated as the fans seem to be overcome by the sight of what just transpired inside of the ring.

Tim: The Canadian Destroyer off the top of the ladder to the canvas below, that was just, unbelievable!

Dan: I'm am absolutely speechless at the sight of what just happened.

A UL-Dub chant now starts as Jack lies on the ground, everyone jumping up and down, going crazy after what they just witnessed however. Angelus sits up on the canvas as somehow, Chapel has risen to his knees on the outside of the ring. He pushes himself towards the ring, brushing off pieces of wood from his clothing as he reaches under the ring and grabs something. The fans are stunned as they see a dazed, confused, almost completely out of it Chapel, dragging a table out from under the ring. Angelus begins to stand up inside of the ring, bending forward and clutching his ribs and back, blood still flowing from his forehead after all those nasty shots it received from the unconscious Kelly. Nathan Creed steps up and blasts River over the back of the head with a forearm, knocking him down to the canvas and now stepping over his back and grabbing his legs. The fans erupt as Nathan lifts them up into the air and places River in the Courtesy Call. Angelus pushes himself up onto the points of his elbows, shouting at the top of his lungs as he finds himself in this brutal submission hold. He lifts his hand into the air and grabs the bottom rope now, having been placed in the hold only a few inches from them. However, there is nothing that the official can do, this match being basically no disqualification. River is still roaring at the top of his lungs with blood rolling down his face as Nathan continues to pull back on his body, almost breaking it in half it seems. Angelus shakes his head though, refusing to tap out as he continues to be held in this brutal submission hold by Nathan. Chapel has now slid a table into the ring and slides in himself, pushing himself up onto his elbows and resting upon them for a second, gripping his stomach after going through that table. He stands up slowly and grabs the table, pulling it into a standing base while struggling painstakingly through the process. River continues to lie on the canvas, trying to find his way out of the Courtesy Call when Chapel finally spots this, making his way around the ladders and the table he set up in the ring. He marches towards Nathan, pulling his arm back when Creed breaks the submission and steps forward, grabbing the arm of the large figure. He hooks it before swinging around behind his back. He wraps his arms around the other arm of Chapel, placing him in a crucifix pinning predicament before dropping down to the canvas very quickly. In the process he releases Chapel, causing him to slam onto the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders, connecting with a modified crucifix bomb. Chapel slams into the canvas brutally and flips over onto his chest and stomach as Nathan pushes himself up slowly, his body still absolutely racked with pain, grimacing throughout this entire situation. He turns around to face River Angelus finally, who steps forward and place him in a front facelock. He lifts him into the air and pulls him down to the canvas into the Final Credits (Modified Suplex) which has the entire arena groaning at the sight of it. Angelus sits up while the crowd begin to boo as loud as they can at what they just witnessed, River catching Nathan off guard once again, as he has in their previous matches against one another.

Dan: Oh, Nathan was distracted with Chapel, when he was hit with the Final Credits, by a man I'm surprised is even walking right now after being held in the Courtesy Call.

Tim: This River Angelus guy, is freaking incredible, he may be one of the best Livewire Champions I think I've ever seen. Of course, I say that, because of his affiliation with Curtis Jack and Steve Smith, I'm biased mind you.

River Angelus lies on his back, convelessing the injuries he has sustained throughout this contest. He rolls over sideways very slowly, crawling towards one of the ladders with blood seeping from his head. He grabs the ladder and begins to climb it very slowly, after everything his body has endured in this intense match. Chapel rolls onto his hands and knees on the other side of the ring. He is still holding the back of his neck. He rises to his feet and then tumbles onto his knees once again, his body unable to take it anymore. He rises to his feet again though, and falls into the other side of the ladder that River is currently climbing, only having made it up a few rungs. He continues to lean against the ladder, before beginning to pull himself up further. He nearly tumbles from the ladder, yet keeps his hands glued to the rungs, Chapel having the same problem reaching the top. Nathan begins to move a bit on the outside of the ring, not knowing where he is anymore as River and Chapel both reach the top of the ladder now. Chapel throws a hard shot into the chin of River, almost knocking him off the ladder, yet somehow keeping his hands wrapped around the top. River responds with a hard shot of his own into the side of Chapel's face as Nathan falls forward into the ladder they are not standing upon. River throws another right into the chin of Chapel, followed by another one, when the religious zealot grabs him by the throat. Angelus' bloody face fills with shock, immediately beginning to fight his way free when Chapel lifts River up into the air and chokeslams him off the top of the ladder, right through the table he just brought into the ring. Chapel remains on the top of the ladder, holding onto it and glaring at River, who's motionless body crashed straight through the center of the table, breaking it clean in half around his body, which is folded up. The arena once again voices it's approval of what they just witnessed, almost throwing a party in the stands after what they just witnessed. Chapel looks up at the title, which is still swinging back and forth. Nathan tries to climb to the top when Chapel reaches up for the title, and grabs it. He pulls it off the hook with his great strength and allows it to drop onto his shoulder. He now tumbles off the top of the ladder and slams into the canvas upon his back from pure exhaustion, the title belt hanging from his grasp.

Tim: Chapel has done it, I knew it, see, see, I told you Dan!

Dan: I cannot believe it, FUF's Chapel has taken an Annihilation only title belt, the Livewire Championship. This is pure bullshit, Tim.

Tim: I don't think so, what's Annihilation's dark day, is FUF's bright, glorious summer evening.

Dan: What the hell are you talking about?

Tim: I don't know, I lost track of myself, anyway, I know I'm happy, because Chapel is your new Livewire Champion.

Chapel lies on the canvas, coveting the gold, rolling back and forth in pain though, with a far off look in his eyes. The fans are still booing over what they just witnessed as Demona rushes towards the ring, cheering, jumping up and down while putting her hands together. Chapel rolls over to his side somehow, lifting the Livewire title belt above his head with a very dazed expression residing upon his face. More boos register from the crowd, which is putting their hands together. Chapel falls on his back, spitting up while Nathan leans against the ladders, looking at the Livewire title with a very disappointed expression on his tired face. Jack Kelly is spread across the mats still, appearing absolutely out of it still with blood running down his face and the former Livewire Champion, River Angelus, lies crumbled up amongst the table.

Dan: These men sure did put on one of the craziest matches I think I've ever witnessed. They threw the values of their own lives aside in order to pull out what has been one of the most fantastic battles you'll ever witness on PPV.

Tim: Yeah, but there's only one man who deserves a standing ovation, and that's Chapel, the winner.

Chapel rises to his knees, with the Livewire title belt still draped over his shoulder, coveting it with a very off look in his eyes. Demona slides under the ropes and steps towards Chapel, wrapping her hands around the back of his head. They places their foreheads to one another as Demona speaks into his face. The crowd continues to boo this however, while Chapel's crumbled body still contains the Livewire title. A group of EMTs help a bloodied Jack Kelly to his feet as he leans upon them for support. He seems to be completely out of it while Nathan just finally drops onto his back, exhausted, and thinking about how disappointed he is. River finally regains some sense of consciousness long enough to stare at his title being clutched by the massive arms of Chapel.


BACKSTAGE


(The show cuts backstage where two morbidly obese red necks sit in a pair of chairs. Both looking almost identical to each other. A vacant expression sits upon their faces and their greasy mullet runs down their shoulders. A group of flies buzz around their heads as they look at each other.)

Red-Neck #1 - Hey Cletus. D'ya think ma' is watching uz on Sunday?

Cletus - Hell No. Ma' don't knows how to turn da' TV on. I have to stop ateing my second breakfast every morning to change da' goddamn channel! But D'ya remember da' time when we got 'er a stick to change da' channel Dingus?

(Dingus makes a oinking noise which resembles a pig.)

Dingus - I remember Cletus. I was almost as funny as when we wrestled that pig in the mud.

(Both Dingus and Cletus begin to chuckle in a goofy manner when the door closes and they immediately stop laughing and two giant smiles appear on their faces. Their Bright yellow, rotting teeth show as they see that The Masked Man is standing by the door. He is finely dressed as usual. Wearing his finely pressed brown suit with matching tie and shoes and a metallic mask. He stares at both of the red necks in disgust.)

Masked Man - Oh My God! What the hell are you guys bellowing about now?

Cletus - We was laughin' at when we wrestled a oinker in the mud pool back home!

Masked Man - What the fuck! You stupid ass Red-Necks!

Cletus and Dingus - YES!

(The Masked Man brings both of his hands over his face and shakes his head.)

Masked Man - Fucking Morons.

(Cletus and Dingus look at each other blankly then smile and look back at Masked Man.)

Dingus - Thank You Masky. You're the bestest guy ever!

(The Masked Man grabs a handful of his hair and shouts under his breath. He tries to calm down and stares at both Dingus and Cletus.)

Masked Man - Well You morons just have to listen now.

Cletus - YES SIR!

Masked Man - On Sunday I have got AWOL where I want him. He has already fell victim to me once. Now I just have to finish the job. And it is a lot damn easier to beat a confused animal than it is to…. ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING LISTENING!?!

(Cletus is seen trying to swat away some flies that are hovering above his head and Dingus is furiously scratching his crotch as if he has some kind of allergy.)

Masked Man - Why the fuck do I even bother!


STACY RAINES © VS. SARAH PUNCHE
ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP: SECRET BOX MATCH


Dan Douglas: "Up next is one of the weirder matches on tonight's card. A "Bob's lucky box" match is set for the Anarchy title match between the champion Stacy Raines and the number one contender Sarah Punche."

Tim May: "Do you understand me now? Bob is crazy and doesn't have any clue about a wrestling federation. This match proves how much of a boob this guy really is."

The stars way up in the sky glitter on the ULW Titantron as "Emotions" by Angel of Love begins to ripple throughout the arena. When the vocal starts; Miss Sarah Punche slowly comes out on stage pointing at her crown and then at herself. She blushes even though the crowd is booing for her. Sarah doesn't take notice and slowly makes her way down to ringside, showing off her crown and sceptre as she goes. Once at the ring, she slides off the crown and puts down her sceptre before entering the ring between the middle and top ropes. Miss Sarah heads to the center of the squared circle and raises her arms. As she does, gold and silver glitter comes spewing out of all four ring posts. As the glitter ceases, Miss Sarah prepares herself for her next challenge.

Dan Douglas: "Here comes Sarah Punche. She looks ready to win some gold after losing her Television championship to Robin Brooks a week or so ago."

Tim May: "There is nothing worse then seeing a good woman like Sarah loses her gold. I hope she takes that slut Stacy Raines and kills her in that ring tonight."

Brackish by Kittie hits the Speakers the lights go out a Red Light Comes up Stacy Appears on the Entrance Ramp Her Highlight Video plays on the Titantron. Stacy Makes her way down the Ramp to Boos from the Fans She simply looks at them and flips them off. She walks over to the cometary Desk and puts her glasses and her Jacket She then Jumps up on the Apron. She climbs the Turnbuckle She stand on the Top rope and taunts then Back Flips Of landing on her feet and waits.

Dan Douglas: "Stacy Raines, as confident as always. She looks to be ready for this one."

Tim May: "If you ask me, she doesn't look like she cares. Maybe something happened that has caused her to be distracted from this insane match."

The bell rings and this match begin. Sarah advances on Stacy but Stacy rolls under the ropes and out onto the floor. Stacy reaches under the ring and pulls out a hammer. She throws the hammer into the ring and walks away. Sarah looks at Stacy, yelling at her to get back into the ring but Stacy just keeps walking. Sarah shrugs and picks up the hammer. She walks over to one corner and hits the box. It shatters and a big ham drops into the ring. Sarah kicks it out of the ring and heads over to the next box; she smashed that open to reveal the Anarchy title. Sarah picks up the title and places it on her shoulder.

Dan Douglas: "I don't get it. Stacy has given up the title to Sarah without a fight. That title meant everything to her and now she just walked away from it."

Tim May: "Women. It must be that time of the month or something."

Sarah looks at the belt and shakes her head as the referee holds up her hand in victory. Sarah pulls her hand away and gets out of the ring and goes backstage with her new title.

Dan Douglas: "Well Sarah is the new Anarchy champion. She doesn't look too happy about it. What about Stacy Raines? She just up and left the match without even saying a word. Hopefully someone backstage can get us an answer to this."


BACKSTAGE


The scene cuts backstage, where we see Talos standing in a room in front of a disgruntled Shinzan Valfane. Shinzan paces back and forth, his eye's bulging in anger. He looks at Talos, then looks away again, disappointed in what he see's

Valfane: "I cannot believe that you managed to miss this. Anguish is abducted, beaten, and left as fish food, and you know nothing of it? He has failed me, and you had best hope that you don't do the same. Tonight is the night I take care of Orlando Cruze once and for all, and I don't need him screwing around with my plans. Now get out of here before I decide your punishment for failing me a second time. GO!"

Talos bows his head and leaves the room. He shuts the door and turns around, only to be met by a blistering chair shot from the hooded man that attacked Anguish. The chair crumples on impact, but Talos remains standing. The masked giant shakes his head, as the hooded assailant rears the chair back for a second shot. The second sounds worse than the first, Talos now being staggered backwards. The hooded man nails Talos with several hard rights before grabbing him by the head and ramming it off one of the nearby metal trunks. Talos' head bounces off of it and Talos staggers back towards Valfane's room, the door surprisingly remaining closed. The hooded man goes behind Talos and get him in a very tight waist lock. He drops backwards, lifting Talos with a release german suplex. The huge frame of Talos goes crashing THROUGH the door with an almighty crash!!! The hooded man looks up, and his gaze locks with that of a shocked looking Valfane. Valfane double takes between the hooded man, and Talos' broken body before the hooded man waves sarcastically at Valfane and runs off

Valfane: "Cruze!!!"

Valfane dashes for the door, and steps over Talos, only to see the hooded man run down the corridor, almost bumping into none other than Orlando Cruze, dressed in a neatly pressed suit with his cell phone to his ear. Valfane looks confused, having thought the hooded man was, in fact, Cruze himself. Valfane's face goes bright red before he re-enters his room, EMT's rushing to attend to Talos. Shinzan sticks his head out the door for a second and glares at Orlando however, both men eyes crossing each other. Cruze abruptly stops his conversation before looking up into the face of Shinzan. They breath intensely, looking ready to implode.


BACKSTAGE


Mayhem sits in the back, laughing demonically as he leans back first against a large steel pipe, which is incredibly thick and running vertically from the floor to the ceiling. He clutches a steel pipe in his hand, patting it against his palm repeatedly, bags forming under his eyes as he thinks about something in a truly crazed state. His blood shot eyes stare forward into the pipe as he contemplates something very carefully. A shadow is cast upon him now as he looks up in this dimly lit room, the camera panning out to reveal that he currently occupies the boileroom. He stares upwards at AWOL, the towering behemoth, glaring down at him with a stern, yet angry expression on his face, breathing deeply.

AWOL: What in the hell are you doing back here? Isn't this setting a little cliche after all?

Mayhem chuckles while continuing to glare up at AWOL with a mixture of insanity and anger mixed in with his features.

Mayhem: I know AWOL, it just seemed like the perfect place for some peace and quiet, to get away from it all, from the hecklers, from the eavesdropping ears of our peers. I just wanted to be alone, to think, to contemplate what I truly intend to do to Steve Smith tonight in that street fight. When I introduce him, to the true meaning, the absolute representation, of pain, of suffering, of anguish.

AWOL smirks, lowering down beside Mayhem and staring at him intently, interlocking his hands.

AWOL: Well, lord knows the same thoughts possess me on numerous occasions, especially in terms of my match tonight, against the Masked Man, the depraved soul, who tries to be different by burying his face beneath the confines of a mask. A sickening sight, with no real idea what he's in store for, what Chaos he is about to experience in the ring. After his little minions jumped me in the ring, after he thought that would somehow give him the mental and physical advantage, it's left me with a desire, an absolute craving, to soak my hands with the crimson liquid which flows from his veins. I intend on reaching into his chest and ripping out what portions, of a normal heart, still linger within his chest cavity.

Mayhem blinks his eyes awkwardly in the direction of AWOL for a few moments.

Mayhem: Man, something tells me your going to enjoy destroying the Masked Man tonight, as much as I enjoy brutalizing Steve Smith. You see, he may have a silver tongue, that helps him spread biased, fictional words about me, but it's no longer going to be there in order to spread such rumors, once I tear it out of his mouth. Something tells me that the Masked Man, and Steve Smith, are in for a very unpleasant evening.

AWOL nods his head, still wearing a very sinister expression, liking the sounds of what was just uttered by his tag team partner. He seems to be thinking, deeply about the destruction, the chaos in which shall ensue this evening, as part of the War of the Worlds extravaganza.

AWOL: That's true Mayhem, it will be a terrible evening for Smith and Masked Man, but I get the feeling, that we're going to have the time of our lives, hahahaha.

Both men unleash a very diabolical chuckle at the sound of having a pleasant evening for a change.

Mayhem: Think about it AWOL, not only are we going to be able to unleash our rather, animalistic, twisted desires tonight, but we'll get to witness the last remaining traces of the Gathering, fail tonight in the World title match. We'll get to see Killjoy, get beaten by Simon "Silencer" Cagero.

AWOL: Killjoy is an animal himself, a beast in this type of match, let's not forget the Survival of the Fittest battle with Psycho at Paranoia, and the last Nightmare Before Christmas match as well. He's got a killer instinct, but I competed with Silencer, and I know what that guy is capable of in the ring. We went a full hour against one another for the World Heavyweight title, and although he barely escaped my wrath, and barely got away with the title around his waist, I know for a fact that he's got the endurance to out last Killjoy in that ring tonight.

Mayhem: Unlike our opposition.

AWOL: Exactly.

The two men once again grin, contemplating the madness in which shall shortly occur.

AWOL: And once all is said and done, once all these crazy opponents are out of our way, I can once again embark on the path I was originally on, the path leading me to the World Heavyweight Championship.

The camera zooms in on AWOL's intense face very slowly, his flesh trembling with rage at the thought of getting the World Champion inside of the ring, whomever it may be after tonight, one on one with the gold on the line.


TOO MAGNIFICENT © VS. TERESA HILTON
XTREME TITLE INVITATIONAL


“The Most Sadistic” by Necro begins to play. The crowd boos as Too Magnificent makes his way through the curtains, pushing a cart full of odd weapons it seems. He stops at the top of the walkway and looks at the crowd. Too Mag raises his title and laughs as he walks down to the ring. As he walks, he holds the title out for people to touch but pulls them back before a single hand gets laid on it, stopping the cart at the end of the ramp. Too Mag laughs at the people as he walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring. Too Mag’s music dies down as he grabs a microphone from Kailey Worf. The crowd continues to boo as Too Mag looks at them.

Dan: Well, it appears as if up next we have a match for the ULW Hardcore Championship, and in these matches, you never know who might show up.

Tim: As long as it's not Piddle and Plop, I'm perfectly content with whomever may come out here.

Too Magnificent: “I am out here tonight to defend my Xtreme championship. I was even nice enough to issue an open challenge for my title. Yet all I have is a match against a lowly woman by the name of Teresa Hilton. Come on, is this all the challenge ULW has left for Too Magnificent? Well fine, it looks like since no one in this federation is man enough to come and face me, I’ll have no choice but to beat this woman. So come on Teresa, come get your ass kicked!”

“I wanna be bad” by Willa Ford begins to play. The crowd has a mixed reaction to Teresa Hilton as she makes her way through the entryway curtain with a kendo stick in hand. She points and shouts at Too Mag as she approaches the ring. Teresa steps onto the ring apron as Too Magnificent slides under the ropes to the outside, Hilton marches into the ring as Too Mag makes his way to the area in front of the end of the rampway. He jumps onto the apron now and glares at Teresa, who steps to the center and stars at him now. Too Magnificent is still clutching the microphone.

Too Magnificent: Teresa, honey, I'm sorry if I disappoint you here. I know you've come out in order to make a big impact in this match, but come on, your a chick, your not Too Magnificent. You were just thrust into this match in order to be fed to a man of my ravenous appetitie. Your destined for failure, this is the type of match that they would throw on WWE's Saturday Night Shotgun, or some shit like that, your not even a challenge...

Too Magnificent has a huge grin on his face before Teresa rushes across the ring and dropkicks him to the side. The crowd erupts as the force of the blow knocks Too Magnificent off the apron, sending him spilling onto the cart of weapons. His body crashes into the objects before he falls off and lands on the mats.

Dan: Hahahaha, yes, what a way to get this match started.

Tim: Lucky shot!

The fans are going crazy as Too Magnificent rolls onto his hands and knees, shaking his head in pain before Teresa slides to the outside of the ring and approaches the knocked over grocery cart. She quickly reaches inside and grabs a black paddle. The crowd explodes into cheers as Teresa smacks Too Magnificent in the rear end with the paddle making him roar in pain and fall onto his stomach upon the mats. She quickly lifts the paddle above her head now as Too Magnificent pushes himself back onto his hands and knees only to have the black object cracked over the top of his head. Too Mag tumbles face first to the mats holding his head in pain while Teresa reaches into the cart once more, this time grabbing a toaster oven. Too Magnificent slowly begins to push himself to his knees before reaching up and grabbing the barricade, using it to assist him to his feet. Teresa lays in wait behind him before Too Magnificent turns around and gets smacked in the forehead with the toaster.

Dan: Ohhhh what a shot!

The crowd goes crazy as Too Magnificent tumbles onto his back and grabs his face. Teresa quickly drops the toaster and begins to stomp Too Mag repeatedly to his chest and forehead, Too Magnificent looks to be in shock with every stomp before he finally rolls onto his hands and knees only to be stomped to the back of the head, knocking him down face first to the mats.

Tim: What the hell is going on here, come on Too Magnificent!

Too Magnificent grabs the back of his head while Teresa approaches the cart, rummaging through it. Too Mag quickly uses the barricade to stand himself up before he turns towards her holding his forehead. He slowly begins to approach Teresa only to have her back karate kick him to the gut, causing Too Magnificent to bend forward and take a few steps forward. Teresa quickly pulls a mop out from inside the cart and lifts it above her head before she shatters it over the spine of Too Mag, making him stand up and begin to hop up and down placing his hand on his lower back. Teresa quickly grabs him by the back of the head and drags him towards the apron, smacking his face off of it and causing him to spin around leaning on it for support. Hilton quickly begins to kick him to the gut repeatedly before hitting him across the side of the face with hard elbow shots that nearly take him off his feet.

Tim: Come on Too Magnificent, for crying out loud this is embarrassing! Show Hilton why men are the dominant species damn you!

Teresa quickly lifts her leg into the air before spinning around and connecting with a hard roundhouse kick to the side of Too Magnificent’s face, knocking him towards the ring post as he rams into it nose first. The force of the collision takes him off his feet and down to the mats. Too Mag grabs his face in pain while Teresa approaches the cart once more, grabbing a black leather mask.

Dan: What in the world is that?

Tim: Oh don’t act like you’ve never seen one of those before.

Too Magnificent rises to his knees holding his face before Teresa Hilton begins to place the mask on his head backwards so that the eyeholes are on the back of his head. The crowd begins to laugh and cheer as Too Magnificent reaches his hands out trying to feel around, slowly rising to his feet.

Tim: This isn’t fair, Teresa has blinded Too Magnificent!

Too Magnificent continues to stumble around feeling about as Teresa reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. The fans erupt as she raises the chair into the air and smacks it over the head of Too Mag, knocking him off his feet and down to the mats once again. Too Magnificent lies on the mats back first before grabbing the mask and pulling it off his head. A shocked expression is on his face as he lies on the mats shaking his head. He slowly rolls onto his hands and knees before Teresa stomps him to the back of the head and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Too Mag looks completely caught off guard as Teresa grabs his wrist and attempts to whip him towards the ring post. As she does Too Magnificent suddenly puts the breaks on it and pulls her into a hard short arm clothesline. The force knocks Teresa down to the mats back first as Too Mag falls onto the apron, using it for support. Too Mag stumbles around the ring shaking his head in pain before he approaches the cart and grabs a yellow floor wet caution sign. Teresa pushes herself onto her hands and knees and begins to crawl before Too Magnificent lifts the sign above his head and smacks it over her back. Teresa screams in pain before falling onto the mats stomach first. Too Mag drops the sign and begins to stumble back and forth trying to get his head on straight before he approaches the cart once more. He slowly throws things about until he finds what he was looking for, a baking pan. Hilton slowly gets to her feet holding her spine in pain and leaning on the apron before Too Magnificent spins around and smacks the metal pan over her head. The collision knocks her off her feet and down to the mats. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena while Teresa lies on the mats holding her forehead.

Tim: What a shot from that baking pan, Too Magnificent just dimed the lights of Teresa Hilton.

Dan: He may have done more than that with that tremendous blow.

Teresa rolls onto her hands and knees before Too Mag lifts the baking pan into the air and hits her to the spine with it. She screams in pain and falls to the mats stomach first before Too Magnificent lifts the pan into the air and hits her to the back once more, the collision even louder than before. Teresa places her hand over her lower back while Too Magnificent grabs her by the hair and begins to stand her up. He breifly looks towards the crowd.

Too Mag: Boo me!

The hardcore champion pulls her about half way to a standing position before Too Mag smacks the baking pan over the back of her head once again. The shot knocks her down to the mats in pain before Too Mag grabs her by the hair and back of the pants pulling her to her feet and rolling her into the ring. Too Magnificent places his palm to his forehead continuing to shake off the effects of those hard blows to the head before he throws the pan into the ring and approaches the cart once more. The fans begin to boo loudly as he begins to pull objects out of it and throw them into the ring. Too Magnificent continues to sling things into the ring before finally beginning to enter, jumping onto the apron and shaking some cobwebs from his head yet again. Hilton slowly rolls across the ring and under the ropes, spilling to the outside right in front of the announce tables.

Dan: I don't like this, not one bit.

Tim: They're coming over here, and we all know how dangerous a situation like this can get.

Too Magnificent steps through the ring shaking his head with a grin on his face before he steps between the top and middle ropes onto the apron. Teresa rests on her knees beneath him trying to get to her feet before Too Magnificent jumps off the apron and elbows her to the top of the head. The force of the collision knocks her down to the mats on her stomach and the side of her face. Too Magnificent grabs Teresa by her hair and pulls her to her feet before dragging her towards the announce table. Too Mag quickly pulls her head back before slinging her face first into the announce table with a brutal collision. Teresa’s upper body lies on the table with pain showing on her face before Too Magnificent smiles and pulls her head into the air once more before slamming her face first into the table yet again. This time the collision causes her to bounce off and fall to the mats on her back. Too Mag grows a huge grin on his face before stepping towards her and burying his foot against her throat. Teresa begins to gag as she kicks her legs and tries to push his foot away. Too Magnificent has a huge grim on his face, admiring the fact that he is chocking the young Teresa before he begins to swing his hips back and forth still placing pressure on Teresa's throat.

Tim: Hahahaha, look at this Dan, Too Magnificent has spending way too much time around Poppa Cherry.

Too Magnificent turns away from Hilton, beginning to approach the fans and shouting at them to boo him, while some do the opposite and clap. He grabs his hair and looks to be losing it. Teresa rises to her holding her throat, slowly walking towards the ring steps. The crowd is on it’s feet in disgust before Too Mag finally turns away from the fans, still shaking his head. He slowly approaches Teresa before bending forward and grabbing a camera cord, lifting it into the air and stepping up behind the challenger. The crowd is irate as Too Mag wraps the cord around the throat of Teresa, pulling back on it and choking her severally. She chokes and gags before dropping to her knees while Too Mag buries one of his against her upper back, pulling the cord in reverse against her throat. Teresa’s face begins to turn a near light purple before Too Magnificent pulls the cord away and allows her to fall down to the mats face first. Too Mag begins to step around her shaking his head with a huge grin on his face before he bends down and smacks her across the back of the head playfully. The fans are booing as loud as they can before Too Magnificent smacks her across the back of the head once again then stands up and nudges her noggin with his foot. A huge grin is placed on his face as he does it once more.

Too Magnificent: Come on Teresa, come on sweetheart.

Dan: This is wrong, Too Magnificent is just toying with her.

Too Magnificent finally grabs her by the hair pulling Teresa to her feet before pulling her head back and slamming her face first off the steel steps. Teresa grabs her forehead as she bounces off and stands up, beginning to stumble backwards before she leans against the apron for support. Too Magnificent slowly steps towards the time keeper and grabs him by the jacket, pulling him off his chair. The crowd begins to boo as he folds the chair up. Too Mag slowly turns towards Teresa and raises the chair into the air before smacking it over her head brutally. The collision takes Teresa off her feet and down to the mats on her posterior. Too Magnificent begins to laugh as he throws the chair down and rolls into the ring. He is immediately showered with boos making him shake his head before he approaches the items he threw into the ring, bending down and grabbing a black leather whip. The crowd explodes into asshole chants as Too Mag places the whip over his shoulder and steps towards the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron, he stands upon it and smiles, encouraging the fans to continue booing him. He drops off it onto the mats with a grin on his face as Teresa pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Teresa begins to crawl across the mats before Too Magnificent lifts the whip above his head and smacks it over her back. Teresa writhes in pain before falling onto her stomach. Too Mag quickly lifts the whip into the air and smacks it over her back yet again. Teresa screams in hellacious pain before falling to the mats gut first.

Dan: Come on Teresa, get up!

Too Magnificent continues to grin before he wraps the whip around Teresa’s neck and pulls her to her feet. She tries to pulls the whip away from her neck but to no avail as Too Magnificent charges her towards the barricade and uses the whip to throw her over it and onto the concrete floor. The fans are pushed aside by security as Too Magnificent jumps onto the barricade and lifts the whip above her head. Too Magnificent raises his head into the air with a grin on his face before shouting.

Too Magnificent: Whip it good!

Teresa gets into a crawling position before Too Mag jumps off the barricade and smacks the whip over her back. The sound of the whip is heard throughout the arena as Hilton screams in pain and falls onto the concrete stomach first. The fans are shouting profanities at Too Magnificent while some of the men cheer him on. Teresa looks to be in horrible pain as Too Magnificent once again wraps the whip around her throat and pulls her to her feet. Many of the fans are in disgust as Too Mag pulls Teresa to her feet and drags her towards the barricade before throwing her over it onto the mats. Hilton grabs her back in pain while Too Mag steps over the barricade with a condescending grin on his face. He slowly grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet before rolling her into the ring. The Challenger slowly rolls across the ring towards the mass of objects thrown in earlier while Too Mag jumps onto the apron. He still has a smirk on his face before stepping through the ropes into the ring.

Dan: Teresa has to do something now, Too Magnificent is controlling the pace of this match.

Too Mag slowly steps towards Teresa shaking his head before strolling to her side. He now begins to nudge her with his foot yet again as Teresa tries to push herself to a crawling position. Too Mag pushes her again with his foot beginning to laugh while Teresa reaches out and grabs something lying on the canvas, appearing to be a staple gun. Too Magnificent is peering towards the fans at this time grinning before finally turning back towards Teresa and grabbing her by the hair, slowly pulling her onto her knees. Too Mag slowly places her head against his upper legs before lifting his arms into the air with a huge smirk on his face. Teresa suddenly lifts the staple gun into the air and places it against Too Magnificent’s crotch area before stapling it. The crowd goes nuts as Too Magnificent places his hands over his genitals and begins to jump up and down yelling in pain.

Tim: Oh my God!

Dan: Teresa just stapled Too Mag in the groin!

Too Magnificent continues to hop up and down in pain holding himself before Teresa gets to her feet slowly still holding the staple gun. Too Mag slowly turns towards her cupping his privates before she staples him to the forehead. Too Magnificent yells in pain before falling onto his back and grabbing his forehead.

Tim: I can’t believe this, Teresa Hilton just stapled him again.

Too Magnificent places one of his hands over his genitalia and forehead while Teresa stands up and approaches a trash can lid laying in the ring. She quickly places it beneath her leg and jumps into the air, coming down with a huge leg drop across the forehead of Too Magnificent. His legs kick into the air as he grabs his face in pain. Too Magnificent continues to lie on his back in pain before Teresa stands up and places the trash can lid over his face. She now points towards the turnbuckle to a huge ovation from the fans. Teresa slowly begins to scale the turnbuckle getting to the top rope with her back turned towards the down Too Magnificent. Hilton suddenly flips backwards and hits a huge moonsault onto the trash can lid, slamming it into the face of Too Magnificent who kicks his legs and most his body into the air. Teresa rolls across the ring rubbing her ribs while Too Magnificent lies in the ring motionless.

Dan: What an athletic move by Teresa!

The hardcore champ continues to hold her ribs before she crawls towards Too Magnificent and makes the cover, hooking his leg. The ref quickly slides in and makes the count. Ref,

1

2

Too Magnificent suddenly gets his shoulder up to the despair of the sold out crowd.

Tim: Oh thank God.

Dan: I thought for sure that was it.

Teresa slowly rises still holding her ribs before she grabs Too Mag by the hair and sits him up, beginning to deck him across the face repeatedly as she continues to hold him up. The challenger slowly pulls him to his feet onto his knees before she backs towards the turnbuckle and climbs onto the top rope. Too Magnificent shakes his head slowly rising to his feet in a painstaking fashion before Teresa jumps off the top rope and wraps her legs around his head before he reverses her move and sits down, powerbombing her onto the canvas. Teresa lies on the canvas motionless as Too Magnificent places his shoulders against the back of her legs making the pin. Ref,

1

2

Teresa gets her shoulder up at the last second as the fans begin to go crazy. Too Magnificent yells furiously before rolling onto his knees and shaking his head.

Dan: I think Too Magnificent is getting a bit upset that Teresa isn’t as easy to finish off as he thought.

Too Magnificent gets to his feet shaking his head in disgust before he stomps Teresa to the stomach and face. A slight trickle of blood runs down Too Mag’s face as he slowly reaches down to his groan area and grabs a hold of something before pulling the staple out and yelling in pain. Too Mag leans on the ropes rubbing his genitals with a furious expression on his face before he steps in and stomps Teresa to the face repeatedly. He now grabs her by the hair and rolls her onto her knees before pulling her to her feet and decking the young lady across the face. The force of the blow causes the challenger to stumble backwards into the turnbuckle. Too Mag slowly steps towards her and chops her across the chest. Hilton screams as she kicks her legs into the air. Too Magnificent now begins to deck her to the face repeatedly once again before backing up with a serious expression on his face. Too Magnificent suddenly charges in at Teresa as she gets her feet into the air, causing him to smack into them and stumble backwards. Teresa now quickly pulls herself onto the second rope before stepping onto the top of the turnbuckle. The fans begin to cheer as she jumps off and hits a huge cross body onto Too Magnificent, causing him to fall backwards onto the canvas before he rolls backwards, pulling her over as well and placing her in pinning position. Ref,

1

2

3!

Teresa kicks out at the last second.

Tim: That was a close one!

Too Magnificent raises to his knees with a furious expression on his face while Hilton sits up as well and rolls onto her hands and knees before quickly rising all the way to her feet. Too Mag continues to shout at the referee before Teresa dropkicks him to the face. The kick knocks Too Magnificent onto his back grabbing his forehead. Teresa gets to her feet slowly but quickly drops an elbow to the chest of Too Magnificent and quickly gets to her feet. She quickly approaches the weapons in the ring and bends down grabbing what appears to be a frying pan. Blood continues to drip from Too Mag’s head before Teresa spins towards him and slams the pan over his forehead. Too Magnificent collapses to the canvas grabbing his forehead while Teresa throws the frying pan to the outside of the ring and now approaches the turnbuckle, slowly beginning to scale it with her back directed towards Too Mag. Too Magnificent rolls onto his hands and knees before beginning to rise with blood dripping down his face. He quickly steps towards Teresa and clubs her to the spine, nearly making Teresa tumble off the turnbuckle before he steps under her legs putting her in powerbomb position. Teresa stands on the second rope with Too Magnificent’s arms wrapped around the back of her legs before she begins to punch him repeatedly to the face with hard right hands. The crowd is going nuts before they begin to count along. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Too Magnificent suddenly steps out of the corner dragging Teresa away from the ropes on his shoulders before preparing to powerbomb her down when suddenly the challenger falls backwards and pulls him into a hurricarana pin.

Dan: This could be it!

Ref,

1

2

Too Magnificent kicks out with mere seconds to spare. Too Magnificent slowly begins to roll onto his knees with his face a now bloody mess. Teresa stands up in front of him pulling her fist back before Too Magnificent gives her a low blow. The crowd bursts into hysterics as Teresa continues to stand in place showing no pain and peering back and forth at the fans with a grin on her face.

Dan: I don’t think that worked out to well Too Magnificent.

Too Mag, who is turned away from Teresa Hilton has a grin on his face as he pushes himself back onto his knees and turns towards the hardcore champion. He grows a shocked expression on his face before Teresa begins to deck him across the face repeatedly. Too Mag bobs back and forth on his knees as Teresa continues to nail him with hard right hands across the face. She quickly grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet before she rushes backwards bouncing off the ropes and charging back in. Too Magnificent suddenly kicks her to the gut and grabs her by the hair pulling her head under his arm pit, placing her in position for the Midas Touch.

Dan: Wait a minute, not this!

The fans explode into boos as Too Mag pulls Hilton into the air and delivers the Midas Touch (Neckdrop DDT) to Teresa, slamming her down hard face first to the canvas. Teresa bounces off the ring and rolls onto her back while Too Mag remains on his hands and knees taking deep breaths.

Tim: The Midas Touch! This one is over.

Too Magnificent slowly crawls onto the challenger and hooks her leg. Ref,

1

2

3!

Teresa kicks out at the last second to a huge ovation.

Tim: I can’t believe it, Teresa just kicked out of the Midas Touch!

Too Magnificent raises to his knees with a shocked expression on his face as he looks back and forth at the fans.

Dan: Too Magnificent can’t even believe it!

Too Mag grabs his hair and begins to rise to his feet shaking his head in disbelief. He slowly approaches the objects he threw in earlier and grabs a trash can. He slowly steps back towards Teresa and drops the can in front of the turnbuckle before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to a standing position. The fans begin to boo loudly as he bends her forward and underhooks both of her arms, stepping backwards towards the turnbuckle.

Tim: What in the world is Too Magnificent setting up for?

Too Mag slowly steps up the turnbuckle backwards, holding Teresa in the same position and dragging her up onto the second rope.

Dan: Oh my God, he’s going to Pepsi Plunger her off the top rope onto the trash can.

Tim: This is going to be brutal.

Too Magnificent has now positioned himself on the top rope while Teresa continues to stand on the second rope in pedigree position. The crowd is booing loudly before Teresa stands up and backdrops the champion off the top rope and through the air. The crowd goes nuts as Too Magnificent falls onto the trash can back first and begins to flop up and down in pain grabbing his spine. Too Magnificent continues to hold his spine as Teresa uses all of her strength to step onto the top rope. She now slowly begins steps onto the set of ropes running perpindicular to the turnbuckle she’s standing on. The crowd suddenly goes crazy as Teresa jumps off the ropes and flips forward, hitting a 450 splash onto Too Magnificent while he continues to lie on the trashcan.

Dan: Ohhhh, what an unbelievable move by Teresa!

Teresa continues to lie on top of Too Magnificent before she grabs his leg and hooks it. Ref,

1

2

3!

The crowd goes mad as Teresa rolls off of Too Magnificent onto her side with an exhausted look on her face.

Dan: I can't believe it, Teresa Hilton has won the Hardcore title.

Tim: Wait, that means that an Annihilation title, has been captured by a FUF superstar again, we're racking up all the gold tonight, it's great!

Teresa sits up, looking estatic as the Hardcore title is handed to her by the official, the crowd continuing to cheer. On the stage something odd is transpiring now as an unusual figure emerges through the curtains, revealing himself as Johnathan Deveraux, Too Magnificent's new Manager. Oddly enough he has his arm over the shoulder of Haylie Hilton, Teresa's daughter. Haylie has a large smile on her face as she drinks down the contents of a large Moutain Dew cup. Johnathan bends down and points towards the ring while whispering into Haylie's ear, motioning for her to wave to her mother. Haylie begins to do so, waving her hand to Teresa, not aware that anything is wrong whatsoever. Teresa's eyes fill with shock at the sight of this, staring up the ramp and breathing furiously at the sight of Johnathan with her daughter.

Dan: Wait a minute, what the hell is this? Why does Johnathan Deveraux have Teresa's daughter?

Tim: Maybe he's watching her for Teresa.

Dan: That's bullshit and you know it.

Teresa rises to her feet with the Hardcore title hanging from her grasp as Dustin turns Haylie around and begins to move through the curtains. Teresa runs her hands into her hair when Too Magnificent slams a trash can violently into the back of her head. Teresa collapses onto the canvas as Too Mag drops to his knees and rolls her over onto her back, hooking her leg for the cover. The ref is forced to make the count.

1

2

3!

Dan: Damnit, Too Magnificent just won back the Hardcore title from Teresa.

Tim: No, that's not suppose to happen, FUF was suppose to take all the titles tonight.

Too Mag rolls under the ropes after grabbing the title, placing it over his shoulder and rushing up the ramp with blood careening down his face. Teresa rolls over onto her side, holding the back of her head and appearing stunned with what just transpired.


BACKSTAGE


The scene cuts to a smashed door, the doorway into Shinzan Valfane's Lockeroom. Inside sits Valfane, sat contemplating the identity of the hooded individual attacking the Order of the Dragon. He suddenly stands up and looks to Feral, who stands across the room from him, keeping a careful eye on the surroundings

Valfane: "Come Feral. It is time"

Feral nods as Valfane stands. They go to leave but their way out is blocked by the same hooded man. Feral snarls at him, but Valfane just smiles, almost laughing

Valfane: "How pathetic you truly are. Did you think that you could intimidate me? Shinzan Valfane. You may have removed Anguish and Talos from the equation, but you cannot hope to defeat me. Can you Simon?"

A laugh can be heard coming from the hooded figure, causing Valfane to look on in shock

"Simon?"

The hooded man's English accent causes Valfane to raise his eyebrows in shock and surprise as the hooded man reaches up and removes the hood. He smiles his gappy smile and Nathan Creed takes a step into the room, a loud cheer resonating from the crowd in the arena

Creed: "Guess I really am the last person you expected huh Shithead? Well I did warn you and yours boys to keep a careful eye out. Just a shame they didn't take me seriously enough to do so, and now they are laid up in some medical facility. Don't worry though Valfane. I didn't come here to have you join them, that is Orlando's pleasure. No, you see I came here to deliver a message"

Creed steps further into the room, ignoring Feral's growling presence, getting right up into Valfane' face, smiling

Creed: "Order of the Dragon is done and dusted, and tonight Orlando is gonna put the finishing touches to you, and Feral. Just don't forget that whilst you might doubt my abilities…"

Nathan's smile turns to a scowl

Creed: "Don't doubt my integrity!"

Nathan backs off slowly, Valfane doing well to restrain himself, as is Feral. Nathan looks at Feral and smiles

Nathan: "Your looking good Sallie. Long time, no see"

Nathan laughs as he backs out of the door and disappears down the corridor, Shinzan kicking a chair across the room in frustration before his big match up


BACKSTAGE


Orlando Cruze strolls through the backstage corridor, the long one leading to the ring. A resounding chorus of cheers emanate from the fans on the inside of the arena, all of them pumped up at the sight of Orlando Cruze marching towards the ring, making sure his elbow pad is situated and that he's ready and raring to go. He hops up and down a few times, swinging his arms to get his body prepared for what lies ahead, all the while passing stagehands and random jobbers, many of them turning to wish him luck as he passes. He smacks some of them on their shoulders in a respectful fashion as he continues onward. He stops though suddenly, glaring at someone, or something behind the camera. He glares at them for several moments, obviously thinking in great length about something. The camera turns and reveals Kloe leaning side first against the corner of a wall, her back turned towards the curtains that make up the entry way. She has a smile on her face, trying not to show any concern or apprehension as she steps forward, Orlando progressing towards her as well. Orlando and Kloe look into one another's eyes, stopping a few inches away from one another.

Orlando: Kloe, sweety, what are you doing back here, I thought you were still waiting in the lockeroom.

Kloe grins, looking down at the floor before her eyes turn back up to the face of Orlando, batting her eyes several times.

Kloe: Well, I just had to see you one last time before you go out there Orlando. I had to look you in the eyes and say something to you before you get into that ring and battle one of your greatest rivals to date, throughout your entire wrestling career.i

nKloe steps towards Orlando once again, sticking her hands out and placing them to the chest of Cruze while whipping her hair back in the process.

Kloe: I don't want you to go out there and compete against Valfane....

Orlando sighs in despair.

Cruze: Kloe, honey, we've been over this already, he's not going to put me on the shelf again, I have to....

Kloe puts her finger on the lips of Cruze and smiles in the process. Her grins is replaced though, with a very sickened expression.

Kloe: I don't want you to compete against Shinzan, I want you, to destroy him. To tear him apart, until there is nothing left.

Orlando seems to perk up at the sound of this, a slight grin forming on his face as he stares at the angry, yet motivational Kloe.

Kloe: I don't want you to hold back one bit because you know I'll be watching. You go to that ring, and you teach Shinzan a lesson, show him why he shouldn't have toyed with you this entire time. To make him eat all those words he's said about you, me, and everyone and everything important to you. Baby, I want you to free the beast all over Shinzan, right now.

She stares sternly into the face of Orlando, who breaths in and out deeply, looking as if he about to explode. He grabs Kloe around her waist and pulls her in close to him.

Orlando: You've got it sweety.

Kloe grabs Orlando around the head and pulls him into a lip lock, the two embracing for a moment. Cruze breaks the passionate embrace and now starts back down the corridor, a blushing Kloe turning to watch him make his way to the ring.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. SHINZAN VALFANE
THE EPIC ENCOUNTER


Dan: So much going on in the back, but a lot about to occur right here inside of the ring, with the conclusion of a feud that has been developing for months now. It's been a war of epic proportions, and now, it's about to conclude, in the epic encounter.

Tim: This match should be all kinds of awesome Dan, because Shinzan Valfane is going to finally put an end to Orlando Cruze. He's gonna break him down, just like he did to Desolation all those months ago.

Dan: Well, Orlando has to be out for revenge, especially after what transpired last week, and over the several months, leading to this huge one on one contest, this clash of the titans.

Shinzan Valfane's face is shown in the forefront of the camera, a devious grin forming across his face, the screen appearing pure red. Intense music plays in the background as the camera flashes to Sallie seated in the middle of the ring with her hands tied behind her back and her head buried beneath a sack.

Shinzan: So, this is what I get huh? This is the way you respect somebody with principles? A person who actually has courage, determination, and a brain, three things that there seems to be a certain lack of in professional wrestling, especially Annihilation. You have the audacity to stand and jeer me, well, don't think I'm jaded that you fail to properly honor a future World Champion, after all your opinions of me are about as valuable as a collection of cheesy B-Movies staring River Angelus. What's really got my stomach twisted, and my throat holding back a river of vomit, is the fact that you loathe a man with all of my so called, underhanded and conniving attributes, yet you bow at the feet of a person with no brains, no courage, and no determination. This man sat back with all the other, quote un quote, "Heroes," watching as a young woman was tormented, terrorized and belittled at the hands of myself, and my associates. He sat on his hands, watching the disturbing images I've allowed you all to witness, yet somehow he never made the connection. He never bothered to call, or even offer up any form of communication with a woman that he was about to wed, a woman that he abandoned in favor of sniffing the asses of Seagreen and Hayden, and clutching a belt that he is simply unable to defend. So I guess he didn't find it the least bit interesting that he had failed to hear from his once precious love, who he disrespected like a common whore, that you meet in the bathroom of a rest stop. He didn't care about the woman in the cage, and he damn sure didn't care about Sallie, especially since he picked up another whore, possibly in the same fashion you'd meet a common one.

Orlando Cruze and Sallie are shown in the back, kissing one another and wrapping their arms around one another. We see Orlando and Sallie embracing several times in the backstage corridors as well as in other settings. The camera cuts back to Valfane forming a smile across his face, an incredibly sinister one, sneering as the music continue to build in the background.

Valfane: You people are as repulsive to me as Orlando Cruze, who was just like AWOL, Nathan Creed, Killjoy, anybody in the back, when they turned a blind shoulder and looked away from the screen every time that poor little Sallie screamed for help. They were too busy showcasing their pathetic nature to the rest of the world, they were taking their time losing titles and losing respect. There was not a single voice of opposition, not one hand raised with an inquiry of what should be done to save this helpless young lass. Orlando didn't administer one iota of concern over this young woman's well being. Yet, you people cheer him, you tell your kids, "hey, try real hard, and maybe you'll be just like Orlando Cruze, one day." Well, if you want your children to be cowardly wastes of life, then that's pretty much the correct person for you to want them to aspire to become. But I suppose since Cruze shows a constant inability to perform well, and to even muster a victory of late, then he has an adequate reason to be frightened, to have a lack of courage, that his heroic tendencies should be feigning. That's still not a viable excuse though, that doesn't render this dilemma, solved, because nothing, not one thing in this entire world, could possibly explain what truly made Cruze, as helpless as this girl right here. Do you even care now Cruze, I'm sure you don't, seeing as you can't pry your lips from that money grubbing transvestite, Chloe, long enough to realize that there are people in this world, besides her. But there are other people Cruze, one of them is Sallie, she was the one that you used, and then tossed aside, to be almost completely forgotten about. One person remembered her though, and that was me. I had Anguish take her from that depressing little apartment she was inhabiting in order to bring her out here, and show everyone what kind of cowards, what type of wimps, Desolation has been producing. I could see it in your eyes from day one Orlando, that look of terror, that expression of dread when you stared across the ring into my face, realizing full and well that I am no meager Annihilation competitor, that I wasn't going to be as easy to put away as Alexander Fayt or Desolation. I just had to make this crowd see the same thing, the truth, the thing you hide behind your fancy clothes and your tough talk. Deep down we've both always known what you were, and now, the fans do to.

The music picks up intensity as Orlando Cruze storms from the back in his street attire, looking outraged by what has commenced inside of the ring, Valfane's twisted words. Shinzan spins around to face him, the music only taking a deeper spike into madness.

Orlando: Shinzan, I may not have been there the last couple of months, but damnit, I'm here right now.

Orlando jumps onto the apron, glaring at Valfane, looking infuriated as the music continues to build up slower now. Valfane flashes a demonic grin.

Shinzan: That's fine, Orlando, she's all yours.

Valfane and the rest of the Order of the Dragon, clear out of the way as Orlando makes his way towards Sallie, reaching down and grabbing the sack off of her head. A more dramatic wave hits as Cruze glares into the changed, altered features of Sallie, who rises like a mindless drone almost. Suddenly, to the shock of everyone, she strikes Orlando straight to the testicles with a kick that causes him to bend forward and grab himself. Several different camera angles capture this occurrence, the music taking a number of various directions. Orlando drops to his knees with a shocked expression on his face, cupping himself as he stares up into the face of Valfane with shock emanating from his eyes. Sallie bends forward, grabbing him by the chin and pulling his head in before planting a kiss on his cheek.

Well, this is it now, everybody get down
This is all I can take
This is how a heart breaks
You take a hit now
You feel it break down
Make you stay wide awake
This is how a heart breaks

Orlando is pulled to his feet and speared by Sallie, turning him almost inside out as a result. As the chorus plays we see Orlando getting viciously assaulted by each member of the Order, Talos hitting him with a reverse chokeslam into the canvas before being struck with the Fall From the Gallows by Anguish, where he is reverse Russian Leg Sweeped throat first into the knee of the Order member. Cruze is shown with a very dazed expression on his face, the crowd watching in horror before he is shown being held up by Talos as Anguish wraps his legs around his neck, applying the Disrupter. Valfane steps in front of his face, dragging Feral along with him.

Shinzan: Orlando, I'd like to introduce you to someone, the newest member of the Order of the Dragon. This isn't Sallie, this isn't the woman you abandoned, this is an animal, this is Feral.

Feral slaps him across the face violently.

Don't you wanna go for a ride down to the other side
Feel so good you could cry
Now won't you do what I told you
I remember when you used to be shy
yeah, once we were so fine, you and I
Now why you gotta make it so hard on me
Hey, it's hard on me

Feral is shown delivering a sunset flip piledriver on Orlando almost, the camera zooming in on Cruze's broken and battered body. As the lighter verses of the music play, we see Valfane with the Order, walking around with a sense of invincibility in the back, joining forces with the Gathering it seems as they brutalize everyone who crosses their paths. We see them beating down Mayhem, and assaulting Nathan Creed, Anathema joining the Order by turning on Orlando's former tag team partner. All the while Valfane continues to make his claims about the complete destruction of Orlando Cruze. The music slowly begins to pick up as Valfane is shown in the ring for the General Manager announcement with Sheryl Gray.

Sheryl: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here tonight in order to make a blockbuster announcement, something that shall rattle Annihilation down to its very core. I'm speaking of course, about the replacement General Manager for the next two weeks here on Annihilation

Valfane is shown marching towards the ring, nothing but the tune of the theme song now playing in the background, minus the lyrics. Shinzan gets into the ring with the microphone in hand, looking proud of himself as he lifts it up to his lips.

Shinzan: I can imagine your disappointment in my appointment to the General Manager position, but I assure you there was never any other option, there was never another person's name thrown on the list of possibilities. I talked to Sheryl exactly one week ago, and I'm the one who had the brains, the creative ingenuity to produce this scheme, to manifest the idea of a replacement General Manager. So here I stand, before the peasants, admiring their king, their lord, their God. I shall be held with the same respect and admiration by all those in the lockeroom, they shall fear the Order, they shall fear Shinzan Valfan, because unlike Comeau, I know what to do with trouble makers, I'm the one who can actual....

Sheryl: Umm, Shinzan.

Valfane glares at Sheryl in anger before she makes the announcement, the music picking up again in the background.

Sheryl: I'm afraid you've misunderstood the situation..... You're the main source of my frustrations Shinzan, and I had to find the right General Manager for the next two weeks, to control you.

Valfane: So who is it Sheryl, who is it?

Orlando Cruze's entrance music now blasts over the PA system as Valfane turns towards the entry way as if he's seen a ghost. Orlando strolls through the curtains and onto the stage with a microphone in hand. He seems very serious, very determined as he glares directly at Shinzan, prepared to absolutely destroy him.

Orlando: Cruze: I'm here to change a few things around here. You see I told a little white lie when I said to the world last week that it take me a few more weeks to get back in this ring, I've been more than ready to step into the square circle for a while now. Of course there's only one person that I currently want to see standing in the ring across from me as my opposition...at War of the Worlds, it's going to be Shinzan Valfane, one on one, with Orlando Cruze

The fans go nuts at the sound of this announcement as Shinzan's face twists with anger, beginning to tremble with rage.

Well this is it now, everybody get down
This is all I can take
This is how a heart breaks
You take a hit now
You feel it break down
Make you stay wide awake
This is how a heart breaks

Orlando is now shown standing on the stage when a steel chair is cracked over his back by Valfane, who beats on him viciously with the chair. We see Feral bend down and give Cruze a kiss on the lips before spitting directly into his face. She crawls to Valfane, wrapping herself around his leg as he lifts the chair into the air as if victorious. Orlando is now shown running to the ring and interfering along side Nathan Creed, both men beating down Shinzan and Chapel. We see Cruze vertical suplex Shinzan directly into the ropes upside down. The scenes cut to the tag team title match now before Valfane and the rest of the Order, pop up out of the ring, spraying C02 into the face of Orlando, blinding him. Valfane then knocks him out with a fire extinguisher before hitting Nathan to the gut with it, thus costing them the tag team titles.

You're not the best thing that I knew
Never was
Never cared too much for all this hanging around
It's just the same thing all the time

Nathan Creed is now shown being blind sided by the Order and beat down in the ring by Valfane. The music begins to fade in the background as Valfane grabs the microphone and calls out Orlando, only for him to not show up. We then see Valfane thinking in the back before hatching an insidious plan. The scenes switch forward into Orlando's match with Chapel, when Shinzan appears on the stage, dragging Kloe out with him, and raising a microphone to his mouth.

Valfane: You want her back, come find her and take her back.

Orlando rushes to the backstage area in search of Kloe before he spots Anguish, grabbing him by the throat and forcing him back first against a set of crates.

Anguish: Orlando, please listen to me, I had nothing to do with Kloe's kidnaping.....Valfane has stepped over the line......The reason you should trust me, is because I know where Valfane is keeping her, I can help you get her back.

Orlando's eyes fill with confusion, not knowing rather or not to truly trust Anguish or not.

Never get what I want
Never get too close to the end of a line
You're just the same thing that I knew
Back before the time when I was learning the ropes

Orlando is led to a room, for the obvious set up as Cruze takes out Talos, and then does the same to Anguish, before removing the fake head of the Sallie mannequin. He gets the information he needs from Anguish as the scene switches to Cruze stepping into the parking lot where Valfane has his upper body stuck out of a sun roof, glaring at Orlando, while Feral holds onto Sallie beside the car.

Shinzan: You know Orlando, I'm impressed, which I'm not very often, especially by the wrestlers on this roster, I thought for sure that Anguish and Talos would have been able to take care of you. However, I guess you were able to see through that ploy, very commendable, very commendable indeed, I guess you've proven to a degree that you really don't fear me, at least not when Chloe's well being is on the line.

Orlando: Cut the shit Shinzan, what do you want? Tell me

Shinzan grins from ear to ear, deviously.

Shinzan: I want you to prove to me, 100% that you don't fear the Order, that you don't fear me. I'll give you Chloe, if you accept my challenge for War of the Worlds. You see, I know we already have a match, but I want something a little special added to the mix, a very special guest referee....and that guest referee, will be, Feral.

Valfane begins to chuckle as Orlando agrees, demanding that he return Kloe now. Shinzan: No problem, Feral's going to show you once and for all, that she no longer possesses even the slightest feelings for you Orlando.

Feral now throws a forearm into the upper back of Kloe before jumping into the car, which speeds, away and laughing Valfane still protruding his head through the sunroof. Orlando scoops Kloe up into his arms, glaring in the direction of the vehicle, which has sped away, a very deranged look befalling his face.

Orlando: Your going to pay Shinzan, you hear me, your going to pay at War of the Worlds

All of the scenes of brutality, play through one last time.

Hey this is it now, everybody get down
This is all I can take
This is how a heart breaks
You take a hit now
You feel it break down
Make you stay wide awake
This is how a heart breaks

Orlando and Sallie are shown kissing in the back, before switching through a number of videos portraying Sallie locked in the cage, pleading for help. We witness Orlando suplexing Valfane back first into the ring ropes, before changing into Shinzan placing Cruze in the Halo while his arms are wrapped in the ropes. Shinzan is shown breaking the arm of Desolation during their match before switching to Orlando receiving the low blow from Feral, as she reveals herself as a member of the Order of the Dragon. The final image displays Feral kissing Orlando and then spitting into his face.

The arena lights suddenly cut out and the jumbotron turns to static. Haunting tones fill the arena as through the static can be seen two words. "Shinzan Valfane." The eerie industrial tones of Murdercycle's "Nightmare Symphony" are heard. The song suddenly twists into heavy guitar as flames explode on the entry ramp, showing Shinzan Valfane standing at the top, leaning on his cane. Feral steps out at his side, wearing a referee shirt that it tied up into a knot in the front. Valfane limps down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, pulling himself up by the ropes, before casting his cane aside and jumping to the top rope, executing a picture perfect backflip, ending in a mocking bow. Feral jumps onto the apron and looks around at the fans with a very sickening expression on her face.

Dan: For the life of me, I can't understand how this is going to be fair for Orlando, I mean, look at this, the referee is coming out with Shinzan Valfane.

Tim: Let's not forget that the referee is also the chick that Orlando cast aside as meaningless all those months ago.

Dan: Her alliance with Shinzan had to have made Cruze feel horrible, hence the reason this match has taken on such a personal feel now. He has to feel responsible for what happened to her.

Tim: You know why? Because he is responsible.

The lights dim and Megadeths The Scorpion begins to play over the PA system. Several strobe lights kick in around the arena for a few seconds until the arena is left in total darkness. An explosion rocks the top of the ramp and as the smoke clears Orlando walks down the ramp and to the ring, the crowd nearing taking the roof off of the arena. He slides under the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising one arm in the air. He then jumps down and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same, taking in the cheers .

Tim: And here is this damn two timing, cheating, piece of crap, Orlando Cruze, who mark my words, is not going to be adding another victory to his record, but instead will have his career ended tonight.

Dan: That was cliche.

Tim: You know, I don't have to take this type of verbal abuse, but if you want to see some physical abuse, then look no further than the ring when Valfane locks Cruze in the Halo and forces him to scream like a little girl.

Orlando Cruze stands just across the ring from Valfane, both men's eyes intersecting, centered upon each other. Shinzan bolts out of the corner suddenly with a huge burst of speed, lifting his leg into the air for a big karate style boot. Orlando bends forward, stepping around behind the back of Valfane, who turns around to face him, not liking the fact that his attack didn't pan out right at the beginning. Cruze steps towards him now and grabs his arms, both men interlocking in a collar elbow tie up before Orlando immediately slides around behind his back. He places Valfane in a hammerlock now bending him forward a bit while switching around to his side, holding him in a key lock almost. Shinzan steps backwards though, switching around behind his back and grabbing the arm of Cruze in the process, placing him in a hammerlock of his own. Orlando begins to yell in pain as his arm is twisted at this angle by Valfane, Feral stepping in in order to make sure that everything is legal. Cruze spins around now, switching up the hammerlock into a top wrist lock upon Shinzan this time. Valfane begins to grind his teeth as he is held in this hold tightly by the former Annihilation World Champion. Valfane switches around behind the back of Orlando though, stepping under his arm in the process. He grabs the arm of Orlando, folding it up behind his back and placing him in a hammerlock once again before stepping forward and slapping on a side headlock upon Cruze. He squeezes his head tightly between his arms, almost popping the noggin of Orlando like it were a pimple. Orlando tries to get his head free throughout the process, attempting to slide it free from the grasp of the Order of the Dragon leader. Cruze is able to push himself back just enough to get one foot into the air, placing it to the back of Shinzan's knee, pushing upon it. Shinzan lowers down to one knee while still keeping the side headlock applied, Cruze pulling his head free though and grabbing the arm of Valfane. He places it in a version of the arm lock upon the kneeling Order leader. Valfane grinds his teeth in pain, beginning to push himself up onto his feet though as Orlando continues to twist his arm at a brutal angle in this submission, now switching it up into an arm ringer. Shinzan begins to shake his head before he lowers down and slides around, spinning in a circle almost before turning to face Orlando, stepping around under his arm and placing it in arm ringer of his own. Orlando begins to grind his teeth as some of the fans clap this showcasing of chain wrestling occurring between Valfane and Orlando. Cruze bends his arm and pulls Shinzan towards him suddenly, reaching around with his leg and using it to sweep the legs of Valfane out from behind him. He collapses onto the canvas across his spine, the collision being a violent as Cruze drops to the canvas at his side. He wraps his arm around the neck of Shinzan, placing him in a side headlock to some cheers from the fans as the Master of the Order remains spread across his back, being held tightly in the hold by the former World and tag team champion. Valfane tries to squirm free before he pushes himself over backwards, rolling in reverse onto his knees right in front of Cruze, slapping a front facelock upon him.

Dan: Some great counter wrestling being demonstrated here between Orlando Cruze and Shinzan Valfane, I thought both of these men were going to come out of the gates swinging, but they've kept this at a slow, technical style pace thus far.

Tim: Well, we both know that this is the style of match that both of these men prefer to wrestle nowadays. Orlando has really shown how much of a technician side he's come into lately, showcasing his abilities in such matches against Nathan Creed, and even at Paranoia, in that triple threat ironman match for the World title.

Dan: Tim, did you do, sorry if I have stroke here, research?

Tim: No, I just happened to catch those matches when I was on the shitter.

Valfane continues to hold onto the front gantry with all of his upper body strength, Feral checking to make sure it's not a choke hold he's got Orlando in, trying to prove her impartiality perhaps. Orlando gasps for air in this hold while pushing himself up onto his knees now slowly, causing Valfane to do so as well, with the hold still applied. Cruze reaches out with his far leg, putting it around the back of Valfane's leg on the opposite side of his body. He begins to push himself forward in the process while grabbing the arm of Shinzan that was holding him in the front gantry. He slides through the arm now and stands up, holding onto it and placing Valfane in an arm ringer once again as he stands up behind his back. He now folds the arm of Shinzan behind his back, placing him in a key lock while placing his head to the forearm of Valfane, using it to pin it in the folded up position. In the process he pushes him forward down to the canvas so that he is lying across his stomach upon the ring. Cruze pulls his head away from the arm now, using both of his hands to hold Shinzan in the key lock. Shinzan begins to grind his teeth as he tries to push himself up, getting his knees upon the canvas while Orlando steps over his back now, straddling it to further apply his key lock. He glares forward into the faces of the fans who are firmly rallied behind him, motivating Cruze to apply further damage upon the arm of Shinzan Valfane. Shinzan shakes his head as some of the crowd are already screaming for him to tap out. He suddenly pushes himself backwards, scooting across his knees between the legs of Orlando, pulling his arm free of the key lock and then wrapping his arms around the ankles of Cruze. He trips him up forward onto the canvas and then jumps forward over the back of Orlando, landing posterior first almost across the back of Cruze's neck. He interlocks his hands around the chin of Orlando, pulling him up into a camel clutch almost, without draping his arms over his knees, looking to cinch in the reverse chin lock part of the hold more so than anything. Orlando begins to shout in pain from the trauma flowing through the back of his neck. Valfane begins to smack talk him, shouting a bit into the back of his head as Cruze reaches out and tries to grab him around one of his ankles. Shinzan kicks his hand away and continues to apply the camel clutch variation, smirking deviously in the process. Orlando clinches his eyes tightly together before finally reaching out with his hand and wrapping it around the same ankle he tried to grab before. He pulls it up into the air and begins to stand up almost as well. Shinzan falls backwards onto the canvas now as Orlando pulls his leg up into the air and falls side first into it, both men still lying upon the canvas. Cruze wraps both of his legs around the ankle of Shinzan, belonging to the leg that he is leaning against ribs first, bending it at an awkward angle as Valfane slides his hands over his head, trying to block the pain coursing through his knee and thigh. Shinzan pushes himself up a bit and throws a forearm into the back of Orlando's head, only for him further apply the submission, causing Valfane to drop onto his back and begin to howl in pain once again. Orlando takes the point of his elbow now and begins to grind it into the side of Valfane's knee cap before he finally lifts his other leg into the air now. He leans onto his side and places the leg across the throat of Orlando, pushing him down across his back. Orlando's body is turned sideways in the direction of Valfane as he immediately grabs the arm of Cruze, and tries to place him in a cross arm breaker. Cruze clasps both of his hands though, keeping Shinzan from pulling his arm down into the cross arm breaker submission as the crowd begins to cheer on the sight of this counter, unable to control their excitement. Cruze keeps his hands together, still fighting the attempt of Valfane to place him in the submission as Shinzan lifts the leg placed across Orlando's throat into the air. He slams the back of it down into the face of Orlando, trying to get him to break his hands apart, but he keeps from doing so. Shinzan hits him again with the back of his leg across his face, but it's still not enough to cause Cruze to unclasp his hands. Orlando begins to push himself over onto his side now, rolling a bit across the canvas as Valfane is forced to turn as well, taking his leg away from the throat of the former Champion and trying more to lock it around his arm now. Both men's bodies almost form a straight line across the canvas as Shinzan interlocks his ankles around the arms, Cruze is able to lift his own legs upward towards his body enough, to wrap them around Valfane's ankles. He rolls across the canvas sideways, using his legs to pull Valfane's ankles in the same direction, thus dragging the rest of his body as well. Shinzan ends up spread across his chest and stomach as Orlando keeps his legs wrapped around the ankles of Valfane, and then dives forward, slapping on a side headlock upon the Order of the Dragon's leader. The crowd begins to put their hands together at the sight of this incredible chain wrestling leading into this submission by Cruze once again.

Dan: Wow, Orlando showing some incredible skill, avoiding the cross arm breaker and then rolling Valfane over to set him up for this side headlock.

Tim: Big, freaking, deal, this isn't real wrestling Dan, this is not what people want to see. They wish to witness matches with lots of blood and insane amounts of puss.

Orlando continues to hold Valfane in the side headlock before Shinzan starts to push himself upwards. Cruze opts to just stand all the way up now, Shinzan reaching in to try and pry the arms apart from around his neck. Cruze grabs his hand when he tries to do this, lifting the arm of Valfane into the air while stepping under it and now twisting the arm of Valfane into the arm lock. Shinzan steps around in a circle slowly before falling to his knee, trying to think of a way to get himself free of this hold. He stands up now though and then spins around under the arm of Cruze, grabbing him around the wrist in the process and placing him in an arm ringer now. He breaks that hold though and pulls Cruze forward into a side headlock much like Orlando had him in a few moments ago. Valfane squeezes his arms together around the neck of Orlando, applying the submission as tightly as he can when Cruze grabs the arm of Shinzan and pulls his head free. He switches around behind his back, once again into the hammerlock as the fans clap to see this intense chain wrestling continue. Valfane begins to push himself up and down now, kneeling then standing, kneeling then standing, before rising all the way to a fully upright position and now lifting his leg up into the air behind him. He uses it to hook the arm of Cruze that is holding him in the hammerlock and pull it down drastically. This causes Orlando to bend forward as Shinzan steps to his side and places him in the side headlock yet again. The crowd cannot help but to cheer the creative, European like counter by Valfane. Orlando buries his hands to the back of Shinzan and shoves him forward into the ropes now, Valfane turning and bouncing off of them back first before coming back in. He connects with a hard shoulder block straight to Orlando, knocking him down to the canvas across his back as Valfane glares down at him, smiling and slapping his hand over his chest now, trying to showcase his strength as the crowd responds with a series of harsh boos. He keeps his eyes on Orlando now as he rushes forward into the ropes, bouncing off of them and charging back in. Cruze rolls across the canvas, dropping onto his chest and stomach in front of Shinzan, who is forced to jump over him and continue across the ring into the opposite ropes. Orlando hops onto his feet as Shinzan comes charging back in, jumping into the air and leap frogging him. Valfane rushes under him into the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them back first once again and then rushing at Orlando. Cruze turns around and catches him under his arm, hip tossing him forward onto the canvas while keeping a hold of his arm. He falls onto the ring chest and stomach first at his side, while still holding onto the arm of Shinzan. He pushes himself back up onto his knees and places one of them to the side of Valfane's face, pushing down upon it while holding his arm up into the air with the arm lock established perfectly. Orlando maintains the hold, accompanied with some clapping and showing of respect by the sold out crowd. Shinzan doesn't stay down for long though, bridging his head free out from under the knee cap of Cruze. He begins to stand up now as Orlando keeps a hold of his arm with the arm lock submission firmly established. Both men rise all the way to their feet when Valfane begins to duck forward and spin around, turning back to face Cruze, who still has a hold of his arm. Valfane lifts his hand into the air and does a palm strike straight to the biceps of one of Orlando's arms, causing him to break the submission and bend forward as he grabs at his arm. Valfane places him in the side headlock immediately once again. Shinzan really keeps the hold, firmly applied as Orlando drags Shinzan backwards a bit and now pushes him off forward into the turnbuckle with all of his might. Shinzan charges into it as Cruze follows him in with a great burst of speed, Valfane sticking both of his hands out and placing them to the perpendicular top ropes. He utilizes them to push the rest of his body upwards into the air and over Orlando, who charges into the turnbuckle behind him. He drops onto the canvas behind the back of Cruze and then does a flip in reverse, landing on his feet once again. He charges forward at Orlando now, who spins around and steps forward, jumping into the air and connecting with a vicious back heel kick straight to the face of the Order of the Dragon leader. The sound of the stiff shot, echoes throughout the arena as Shinzan is knocked to the canvas across his back and Cruze spills onto his hands and knees.

Tim: Man, what a brutal shot by Orlando Cruze, straight to the face of Shinzan Valfane, almost knocking a few teeth lose probably.

Dan: Orlando getting in some of the first hard, physical offense in this contest, after some pretty acrobatics by Valfane.

Feral stands back, shaking her head, not looking pleased by these actions whatsoever. Valfane rolls across the canvas, holding his jaw in tremendous pain after that blow as he rises to his feet and steps towards Orlando, who is getting up as well. Cruze steps in, delivering a vicious knife edge chop across the chest of Shinzan, the causes the entire arena to unleash a massive woo, as Orlando grabs him by the wrist now and whips him into the opposite ropes. Valfane turns and bounces off of them back first before coming back in at Cruze, who lifts his arm into the air for the hip toss. Shinzan slams his arm across Cruze's, hooking it and blocking the attempt at the arm drag. Valfane uses the hooked arm of Cruze to push him backwards, causing him to spin around in a circle before he turns to face Shinzan, who steps in and clobbers him to the face with a double forearm shot, knocking Orlando off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas. Shinzan, glares down at Orlando, before reaching out and grabbing him around the head, rolling him over onto his knees and beginning to drag him to his feet. Cruze throws a forearm into the gut of Valfane though, causing him to grab his ribs and turn away from Orlando. Cruze uses this time to rise all the way to his feet as Shinzan turns around to face him and is grabbed by the back of the head and pulled into a front gantry. He begins to set up for a snap suplex when Valfane frees himself by swinging around under the arm of Cruze and grabbing a hold of it in the process, trying to place him in the arm lock. Orlando pulls Valfane forward though, with his arm, swinging around with his other one for a short arm clothesline type variation. Shinzan gets his foot up though, driving it violently into the arm of Cruze and causing him to turn away from the master of the Order of the Dragon. He grabs his forearm and begins to shake it as he grimaces in pain, Shinzan charging up behind him when Orlando steps backwards and catches him under his other arm. He lifts him into the air and now plants him hard spine first across his knee, connecting with a Canadian Backbreaker. The crowd erupts as Valfane bounces into the air and drops onto his side, reaching for his spinal column and shouting in pain as he rolls over onto his hands and knees. Cruze continues to grip his arm, shaking it repeatedly to get some feeling back into it while turning away from Shinzan, who has rolled to the outside of the ring now. He drops onto both feet and steps towards the steel barricade, leaning against it chest first while holding his hand over his lower back, which was brutalized with that backbreaker. He takes several breaths while leaning against the barricade as Orlando turns to face him on the inside of the ring now, still shaking his arm in the process, that kick deeply effecting it. He bolts into the direction of the ropes with a great burst of speed and dives through them with a flying suicide dive headbut to a huge reaction from the fans when Valfane side steps him, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him forward, shoulder and arm first into the steel barricade. The collision is absolutely brutal, the protective steel plates lining the barricade, denting around the forearm of Orlando, who spills onto his posterior, grabbing his arm and shouting at the top of his lungs as he begins to shake it repeatedly after that heinous collision. The crowd has risen to it's feet now, beginning a wave of holy shit chants after what they just witnessed, as Shinzan steps towards the apron, leaning against it spine first and trying to catch his breath still.

Dan: That's why they call those moves high risk. Orlando went for the suicide dive, but missed it, and instead connected with that barricade, arm and shoulder first.

Tim: How wonderfully vicious, maybe Orlando broke his arm, that would be a true spectacle worth celebrating, hahaha.

Orlando gets himself completely set up against the barricade when Valfane steps away from the apron and moves forward, diving into the air and connecting with an absolutely brutal front dropkick straight to the face of Cruze. The blow sandwiches the face of Orlando between the bottom of Shinzan's boots, and the hard steel protective plates of the barricade, creating a huge echo that causes the entire arena to groan. Valfane rolls over onto his hands and knees now as a dazed expression befalls the face of Orlando, who slowly falls sideways onto the mats surrounding the ring. Shinzan remains in a crawling position as the crowd boos the sight of the move in which he just connected with, the collision almost crushing the skull of his opposition. Orlando lies on his side still, appearing out of it after those two vicious collisions as Shinzan steps towards him, Feral counting extremely slow on the inside of the ring, reaching 5 before Valfane rolls Cruze into the interior of the ring. He rises up onto the apron and turns around to face some of the more spirited fans, who have begun a "Shinzan's an Asshole" chant. Valfane merely shakes his head in their direction as Orlando rolls to the center of the ring, gripping his arm, which appears to be damaged after both that stiff kick by Shinzan and the brutal collision with the barricade. Shinzan enters the ring now, taking his time to approach Cruze, who he has reeling after those two vicious moves he just endured. Valfane steps towards him when Orlando rises onto his knees and lifts his good hand into the air, delivering a hard open hand chop across the chest of Shinzan, forcing him to stumble backwards some. Shinzan looks surprised by the viciousness of the chop before he swings around with his foot into the buzzsaw kick out of anger. It connects straight across the chest of Orlando, the sound of it being absolutely brutal and sending sweat flying from the surface of his skin. Orlando grinds his teeth after the collision as Shinzan takes a step back and yells some rather discouraging words into his face before swinging around with another huge buzzsaw kick. Cruze ducks under it, dropping to the canvas and grabbing the back of Valfane's pants as he spun around in a circle as a result of missing the move. Orlando rolls him over onto his back with a school boy, before standing up and grabbing the legs of Shinzan, trying to step through them in order to apply the sharpshooter. Shinzan turns across his back repeatedly, trying his best in order to keep from being placed in the hold before he finally rolls backwards across the canvas, getting onto his feet and then stepping towards Orlando. Cruze beats him to the punch though, still holding his arm however, diving forward at the side of Valfane. He reaches out with his arm, flipping over forward almost, and wrapping it around the leg of Shinzan, while placing the back of his own leg in front of the shoulder of Valfane. He pushes him over backwards onto the canvas, Valfane collapsing onto his back with Cruze's functioning arm holding onto the leg of Shinzan. He pushes himself up onto the back of his shoulders while tying the legs of Valfane up around his own. He seems to be placing him in an inverted Indian Death Lock as he sits up on the canvas and reaches out, grabbing the wrist of Shinzan and then rolling over backwards, pulling Valfane with him. Cruze ends up in a standing base now with a single leg holding Valfane in the Indian Death lock and the other planted upon the canvas. He keeps a hold of the wrist of Shinzan, pulling his upper body up into the air and then placing his free foot to the chest of Valfane, pushing him down violently across his back into the canvas with a reverse Curb Stomp. The crowd groans at the sight of this, the collision being absolutely brutal.

Tim: What the hell was that?

Dan: Almost a reverse curb stomp, shades of one of Desolation's trademark manuevers, and it appears to have done some damage to the back of Shinzan, which Orlando started on with that Canadian Backbreaker.

Valfane bridges his lower back up off the canvas, unable to stand any touching it from the pain coursing through it now as Orlando turns away from Shinzan and now drops down into the cover, hooking his leg. Feral looks around, not knowing what to do at first before dropping to the canvas and beginning to make a count, at a surprisingly accurate speed.

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Shinzan kicks out, getting his shoulder off the canvas with time to spare as he rolls over onto his side, still gripping his lower back. Orlando rises onto his knees, cradling his arm and glaring with intensity into the face of Feral, who sticks two fingers up into his face, a conniving grin upon her face. Cruze slides his hand into the hair of Shinzan, rolling him over onto his knees and now dragging him to his feet. As soon as Valfane is standing, he is scooped up into the air and then driven down to the canvas with a hard scoop slam, putting further pressure onto his back. As Valfane hits the canvas, Cruze turns and rushes across the ring into the ropes, bouncing off of them spine first and then coming back in at Shinzan. As he does so Valfane rolls over into the direction of Cruze, causing him to be forced to jump over him and continue into the ropes. Valfane stands up and jumps into the air now for the leap frog only to have Orlando reach back and wrap his arms around the top rope, keeping himself from being launched forward. Shinzan lands on his feet in front of him, looking upset now as Cruze charges away from the ropes and directly at Valfane, throwing a lariat. Shinzan side steps him and hooks his arm, pushing it away and causing Cruze to turn in circle, aiming his back to Valfane. Shinzan jumps into the air immediately, landing on top of the shoulders of Cruze, appearing to be setting up for a reverse hurricarana, only for Orlando to push him down and forward violently into the canvas. Shinzan slams into the ring across his chest and stomach, striking it across his face as well. Valfane grabs his mouth as Orlando steps forward and over his back, lifting his legs up into the air and applying the Defcon 5 (Liontamer). The entire arena goes nuts, all of them putting their hands together at the sight of this, clapping their hands together and jumping up and down out of their seats. Valfane shouts at the top of his lungs as his back, which has been somewhat worked over in this contest, is targeted with this brutal submission by Orlando. Feral stands back once again, shaking her head and not knowing what to do before she steps forward and inquires as to rather or not Shinzan wishes to give up. Valfane shakes his head and pulls himself in the direction of the ropes, which he driven to the canvas only a few inches away from. He pulls Orlando along with him, and then finally reaches out and wraps his hand around the bottom rope to the despair of the sold out arena, but Cruze is not releasing the submission, instead he keeps it applied. Valfane is shouting at the top of his lungs, pleading for Feral to do something, to get him out of this submission as he reaches out, grabbing the apron and pulling himself under the ropes towards the outside of the ring in order to escape this hold. Orlando is still refusing to break it however, dropping onto his stomach as Valfane pulls him under the ropes and spills to the outside of the ring. He drops across his back upon the mats as Orlando falls onto his feet upon them as well, continuing to hold onto his legs and immediately rolling him back over onto his chest and stomach, still keeping the Defcon 5 applied. Valfane roars in pain at the top of his lungs, sliding his hands into his hair as the crowd goes crazy over what they are seeing, Orlando refusing to free one of his greatest rivals from this submission. Shinzan pushes himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head as prolonged damage is done to his spine.

Tim: Doesn't Orlando know that when somebody reaches the ropes, that he's suppose to break the submission hold?

Dan: I don't think that matters to Orlando right now, all that he is thinking about, is what Valfane has put him through over the past few months, leading up to this huge one on one match up.

Sweat races down the face of Shinzan, who continues to shake his head in a frantic fashion, Cruze refusing to break the hold upon his rival. He finally does so however, as he hears Feral counting on the inside of the ring, about to disqualify him for his actions. Orlando steps away from Shinzan, who crawls towards the steel steps with a desperate expression on his face. He reaches out and grabs the steps, still clutching his spine in a tremendous amount of pain after being held in the Defcon 5 for so very long. Valfane pulls himself up the stairs slowly, getting to a standing base, as his legs nearly buckle beneath him however. He starts to pull himself up again, only to nearly collapse to the mats with a winded expression on his face. Orlando turns around to face him, breathing heavily and now rushing in with a huge head of steam. He throws a lariat when Valfane steps forward and buries his hands to the chest and gut of the former World Champion, hoisting him up into the air. Orlando comes down face and chest first into the stairs, colliding with them viciously while staggering backwards a bit, in the direction of an equally as battered Valfane. The leader of the Order grabs him by the arm immediately, folding it up now and placing him in a hammerlock before turning him around backwards towards the stairs. He lifts him up into the air now and gives him a back drop suplex onto the steel stairs, with his arm tucked around behind his back. Orlando bashes off the stairs violently, dropping onto his knees and grabbing his arm as he unleashes a howl of pain, looking as if pure agony is flowing through it. The crowd is on it's feet, groaning at the sight of what they just witnessed, the tremendous impact that Cruze's arm just had with the stairs. He still grips his shoulder as Shinzan grabs him around the head, dragging him to his feet and rolling him into the ring under the ropes. Valfane drops onto his knees now, gripping his back and trying to block out the pain coursing through it. Orlando lies on his elbow and knees, gripping his arm in tremendous pain across his chest as he tries to force himself not to think about the anguish he is currently feeling. He rises to his feet slowly, trying to get his head straight as Shinzan begins to pull himself up onto the apron. Orlando, somehow, keeping the pain in his arm and his body on the back burner, steps towards Valfane immediately, throwing his shoulder and upper body through the ropes for a spear to his gut. Valfane side steps him though, and now moves in lifting his foot into the air for a huge kick to his face. Orlando pulls his head back into the ring in the nick of time, causing Shinzan to miss him and step forward. Cruze steps towards the ropes again as Shinzan now spins around and connects a buzzsaw kick to his guts through the ropes, forcing him to bend forward and grab his mid-section. Valfane grabs the top rope now and springs over it as Orlando, extending his legs out to his sides and dropping onto the spine of Cruze. The back of his legs press to the back of Cruze's arms as he falls forward, his momentum causing Orlando to flip over backwards and crash across the back of his head and shoulders with a version of almost a sunset flip powerbomb type move. Cruze hit the ring so hard with this move that he rolls over in reverse onto his knees with a very dazed expression on his face, looking completely out of it after that collision. Valfane stands up slowly, looking at the crowd and pointing down at Cruze.

Valfane: Is this your hero? Huh, huh? Is this the guy you all admire and respect?

Shinzan shakes his head as the fans boo, approaching Orlando now, who is still lying upon the canvas, across his chest and stomach. Valfane rushes back first into the ropes at the side of Orlando, bouncing off it spine first and then coming back in. He jumps into the air as high as he can go and drops knee first across the back of Cruze's head before rolling forward onto his posterior. He turns around and scoots across his knees in the direction of Cruze, grabbing his arm that he has targeted throughout this contest and rolling him over onto his back. He folds the arm of Orlando over backwards onto the canvas, placing it in a top wrist lock with the palm of his hand placed to the canvas. Shinzan places his foot on the back of Orlando's hand, holding his arm in this place now and standing all the way up. He lifts his other foot into the air and kicks the bent over forearm with a hard shot. Orlando immediately begins to flop up and down, grabbing his arm and shouting at the top of his lungs as he rolls across the canvas.

Dan: Oh come on now, that could have broke the arm of Orlando Cruze for the love of God.

Tim: Haha, I figured it out, I know exactly what Shinzan Valfane is trying to do. He's out to break the arm of Orlando Cruze, just like what he did to Desolation all those months ago.

Orlando continues to roll back and forth gripping his arm in severe pain as Shinzan rises to his feet and glares at him with a very insidious expression emanating from his contorted features. He approaches Orlando now and grabs his arm once again, Cruze trying to fight it as his arm is folded over backwards into the top wrist lock once again, the palm of his hand being placed to the canvas, and being bent over backwards. Valfane places one foot on top of it now and then looks around at the fans before beginning to kick Cruze to his forearm repeatedly, over and over, and over, and over again, each shot worse than the last. Orlando flops around, shouting in pain as his arm continues to be kicked with brutal shots. Shinzan finally ends the rain of upward kicks into the forearm of Cruze by reaching down and grabbing the wrist of Orlando. He pulls his arm out over the canvas now and swings it down violently into the ring, causing it to smash into the canvas with a brutal collision. Cruze rolls onto his knees, shouting in pain as he grabs his arm, which is being absolutely dissected by this onslaught. Valfane whips his hair back and continues to stare into the face of Orlando before grabbing him around the arm and dragging him to his feet by utilizing his damaged biceps. Cruze is pulled onto his knees before he launches a right into the gut of Valfane with his good arm, followed by another shot to his rib cage. Valfane bends forward with each blow before he lifts his leg into the air and connects with a hard kick straight to the side of the face of Cruze. A dazed expression immediately befalls the face of Orlando, looking out of it as Valfane slaps on a front gantry upon him, dragging his opponent up onto his feet, setting up for the Sin Killer (Snap Brainbuster) when Orlando pulls his head free and places his arm across Valfane's chest. He sets up for the Rock Bottom when Shinzan back elbows him to the side of the head and now spins around, placing his arm around his chin, setting up for what appears to be a running diamond cutter. Orlando places his hands to the back of Shinzan, pushing him forward into the ropes though. Cruze clutches his arm as Shinzan turns and bounces into the ropes back first, coming back in at Orlando. He places his arm across his chest, once again setting up for the Rock Bottom. Shinzan stomps on the foot on Cruze as hard as he can, forcing him to break away his arm from the chest of Valfane, stumbling forward a bit. Shinzan gets around behind his back, grabbing his arm and folding it up behind his back. He uses his shoulder to pin the arm in place before lifting him up into the air and dropping down now into a hard back drop suplex straight on top of the arm. Cruze shouts in pain as Valfane keeps his arm pinned behind his back with his shoulder. He rolls over onto his knees now, dragging Cruze with him as both men rise to their feet. Orlando's arm still being held behind his back as Valfane hooks one of his legs around Cruze's and now drops back, hitting him with a Russian Leg Sweep directly onto his arm as the fans begin to boo what they just witnessed. Valfane keeps the arm of Cruze pinned behind his back in the hammerlock position as both men lie on the canvas side by side, Shinzan pushing the head of Orlando forward somewhat. He lifts his leg into the air and places it over the back of Orlando's head, pushing it forward while yanking on his damaged arm, locking in a very unique submission hold, almost a version of the Val Venis porn pretzel. Cruze begins to roar in pain as his arm is ripped at in this hold by a ferocious Valfane, his neck also being hyper-extended in this hold as well. Shinzan looks pugnacious in his attempt to force Orlando to tap out to this hold as the crowd stands up, beginning to rally behind the former Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. They stomp their feet and shout for Cruze to fight, to get himself free of this hold as Feral drops to her knees, getting into the face of Orlando, inquiring as to rather or not he would like to submit, demanding that he do so in fact. Orlando begins to shake his head as Valfane and Feral both shout at him to tap out already. Orlando begins to turn and twist his body though, trying to free himself from this unique stretch, pushing himself over onto his knees and turning his body to face Valfane slowly, who is forced to take his leg away from the back of his neck. He pushes himself up onto his knees though, holding Orlando in a key lock as the former holder of the tag title gold faces his opposition, the man who has been tormenting his arm now throughout the majority of this contest. Orlando begins to push himself upwards slowly, the crowd chanting for him to stand and fight back from this hold. He plants both feet upon the canvas as Shinzan tries to hold on with all of his strength, really locking in the key lock and keeping Cruze bent forward. Orlando places his head under the posterior of Valfane now and stands up, back dropping Shinzan over his head to the shock of everyone in the arena. Valfane slides over his back though and wraps his arms around the waist of Cruze, dropping onto his back and trying to sunset flip Orlando, who remains standing. He falls to his knees suddenly, placing them to the front of Valfane's shoulders, causing him to kick his legs up into the air as Cruze tucks them under his armpits, putting him in a pinning predicament. Feral takes a deep breath and drops to the canvas, beginning to make the count.

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Valfane pulls his legs out from under the arms of Cruze and reaches up with them, wrapping them around the neck of Cruze and pulling him over backwards as he begins to sit up. Orlando rolls in reverse onto his knees as Shinzan tries to wrap his legs around the neck of Cruze in order to place him in the Halo (Triangle Choke) now as the crowd sits in absolute shock.

Tim: The Halo, Valfane's got it, he's got it, it has to be over.

Dan: No, Cruze is blocking it!

The fans are going absolutely nuts as Orlando gets both of his hands into the air, placing them around his head and pushing the legs away, keeping them from interlocking around his throat. Shinzan pushes himself up onto his fist, shouting at Orlando to just let it happen, that there is no way he's going to win anyway. Orlando continues to fight the legs from interlocking around his throat, before he wraps his arms around them and stands up, trying to lock him in the Defcon 5 now, to a huge eruption from the sold out arena. Shock fills the eyes of Shinzan, who turns from side to side as he attempts to fight, to prevent being placed in the hold. He continues to drag himself backwards now as Cruze fights with all of his strength to place him in the hold. Shinzan pulls one of his legs free though and then kicks Cruze straight to the shoulder of his injured arm. Orlando turns away from Valfane, grabbing his shoulder in tremendous pain while the fans continue to go nuts. Orlando shakes his arm repeatedly with sweat racing down his face as Shinzan stands up and now rushes at the former World Champion, jumping into the air with a huge leg lariat that Cruze ducks under. He gets around behind the back of Valfane and hooks up both of his arms, placing him in a dragon suplex position when Shinzan pushes down with both of his arms. He knocks the forearms of Cruze downward, getting out of the dragon suplex position when Orlando wraps his arms around the waist of Valfane now and drops back into a stiff German suplex. Shinzan slams into the canvas hard across the back of his head and shoulders, placing him in another pinning predicament. Feral once again drops to the canvas and begins to make a three count, this time a bit more slowly.

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Valfane gets his shoulder up, rolling across the canvas into the direction of the ropes. He rolls under them, sitting up on the apron with an extremely exhausted expression on his face as he grips the back of his neck and leans spine first against the ropes. Cruze stands up, feeling the energy from the crowd as he shakes his arm, trying to get some feeling into it yet approaches the ropes. He jumps over them onto the apron beside an exhausted Shinzan before rushing across it and then jumping forward into an abnormally stiff front dropkick straight to the side of Valfane's head. The crowd goes nuts while Orlando lands on the apron as Shinzan spills off of it, landing on his feet upon the mats and stumbling away from Cruze while gripping his chin. He looks to be in a lot of pain from that tremendous blow as Orlando stands up on the apron now, his arm held across his chest and stomach. Cruze charges across the apron with a great burst of speed as Shinzan turns to face him, only for Orlando to dive off and through the air. He now connects with a brutal Cruze Missile (Missile Dropkick) straight to the chest of Valfane, knocking him backwards into the steel barricade. He bashes into it back first, bending an entire section of it as the crowd goes absolutely nuts over what they just witnessed. Orlando stands up on the mats, still gripping his arm as he feeds off the energy from the crowd, approaching the apron and slapping his good hand upon it repeatedly while unleashing an energetic roar. Valfane sits on the mats, holding his chest and the back of his head after colliding with the barricade as the fans continue to erupt into cheers over what they have witnessed thus far.

Dan: Orlando Cruze is coming back in this contest, he just connected with the Cruze Missile, and now he's got Shinzan Valfane reeling after that brutal attack upon his arm.

Orlando approaches Shinzan, still cradling his arm as he grabs Valfane by the hair and drags him to his feet. He pulls him in the direction of the ring, rolling him in under the ropes to the interior of the ring as he pulls himself onto the apron now. Shinzan rolls across the ring and rises to his feet, staggering backwards into one of the corners, leaning against the turnbuckle as his arms fall over the ropes to hold himself up. An extremely dazed, exhausted expression has befallen his face. Orlando slides through the ropes as he glares at Shinzan across the ring. He rushes in immediately, going all the way across the ring and then jumping into the air, before lifting his knee up and driving it violently into the face of Shinzan, who was still standing in the corner. The crowd groans at the sound of the stiff shot that has Shinzan grabbing his mouth and looking to be absolutely shocked from the pain emanating from his face as he spills onto his posterior upon the canvas. Orlando lands on his feet in front of him and looks down at Valfane before rushing backwards across the ring into the opposite ropes. He bounces off of them back first and charges back in at the almost laid out Valfane, who continues to sit up back first against the turnbuckle. He dives forward now into a huge knee straight to the face of Valfane, connecting with almost a version of the Face Wash straight to the Order of the Dragon leader, a stiff one at that as the crowd unleashes a gigantic wave of cheers. Shinzan's eyes roll to the back of his head as sweat beads from his exhausted face, the same substance dripping from the tip of Orlando's nose as he reaches down and grabs the hair of Valfane. He drags Shinzan to his feet, leaning him back first against the turnbuckle as Valfane's arms fall over the ropes, keeping himself in a standing base. Shinzan has a very groggy expression on his face as Orlando pulls his hand back and delivers an absolutely devastating knife edge chop straight across his chest. The crowd unleashes a gigantic woo at the sound of the abnormally stiff chop, which sends sweat flying from the body of Shinzan and causes his legs to kick into the air. He remains standing somehow as Orlando pulls his hand back again and now delivers an even more brutal knife edge chop, this one leaving a large red streak across his chest as his legs kick up into the air. A dazed look inhabits his eyes as Cruze turns to face Feral, who is screaming to get him out of the corner. Orlando glares at her in anger before he turns around to face Shinzan, who steps forward and places his arm across the chest of Cruze. He pulls him forward, throwing him into the turnbuckle, his already banged up arm hitting the padding the most and causing Orlando to unleash a yelp from the collision. He turns around to face Shinzan now, who steps forward and grabs his arm, placing it across his chest and then stepping up the ropes. He reaches the top one and then springs off, swinging around into a huge tornado arm breaker. Orlando's shoulder slams into the chest of Valfane before he bounces into the air. Shinzan keeps a hold of his arm though, pushing himself around onto his posterior and applying a fujiwara arm bar upon Cruze as the crowd begins to boo as loud as they can at the sight of this. Shinzan has the submission expertly established, grinning as he hears the muscles strain within the arm of Orlando, the one he has brutalized from almost the start of this contest. Orlando begins to shout at the top of his very lungs as his arm is pulled from it's socket in this hold by the Order leader, who still appears winded and exhausted, somewhat dazed after all he's endured throughout this contest.

Tim: Haha, yes, Orlando is going to be forced to tap out to the fujiwara.

Dan: I hate to agree with you, but his arm has been through a tremendous amount of agony throughout this contest. There's no telling how much longer he can hold on.

Shinzan continues to torque the arm of Cruze in the fujiwara arm-bar, straining it with all of his strength. He really pulls back on it now as Feral drops down to her knees, asking Orlando rather or not he would like to submit. Cruze shakes his head, stating that he quite vocally does not wish to as Valfane continues to pull on his arm as much as he possibly can. He kicks both of his legs up now and places them upon the second rope, elevating himself upward and pushing back even further. Sweat races like a ravine down the anguish filled face of Cruze, who shakes his head, determined not to submit even as Feral demands that he does so, trying to tempt him to slap the canvas with his free hand. Yet he refuses, Valfane only continuing to apply the pressure upon his toughest challenge to date here in the ULW. Shinzan grinds his teeth in anger over the fact that Orlando has yet to tap out, Feral doing nothing over the fact that his feet are still on the ropes to help him apply the pressure. Orlando continues to shake his head as Feral pleads with him to just slap the canvas and give it up, shouting at him that it's not worth it to continue, that he's just going to have his arm broken if he doesn't tap out right now. Orlando begins to lift his hand into the air, looking prepared to slap the canvas before he dives his fingers into the palm of his hand and starts dragging himself backwards in the direction of the ropes. Feral shakes her head and does Shinzan, who is forced to take his feet off the ropes now as he too is dragged towards the ropes by Cruze, somehow sustaining the body weight of Valfane, upon his arm. He gets closer and closer, inch by agonizing inch to the ropes, the crowd rallied behind him, slapping their hands on the protective metal plates lining barricades and stomping their feet. Orlando seems to be drawing his energy from the pure emotion as he extends his leg outward now and places it over the bottom rope, the roof coming off of the arena as Shinzan appears furious. He breaks the hold and rises to his feet this time, lifting his knee up into the air and dropping it into the back of Orlando's biceps. He drops back down onto the canvas this time, slapping on another fujiwara arm bar upon Orlando Cruze, even though his foot is draped over the bottom rope still. Feral acts as if she doesn't see it, just continues glaring at Orlando with a smile on her face, laughing at the sight of his horror, at the sight of his pain. The fans are booing furiously at the sight of this as Cruze continues to shout in pain with Feral taunting and laughing into his face.

Dan: Oh for the love of God, this is just sickening, Feral not even trying to break up this submission attempt, how impartial of her.

Tim: Hey, she had to give Valfane the advantage sooner or later. Up till now she really has been impartial, it's called, treachery, you can find it in the heel manual.

Orlando continues to wail in absolute horror as Valfane only further cinches in the hold, once again kicking his legs up into the air and placing the bottom of his feet to the middle rope. The crowd is still booing as loud as they can as Nathan Creed now rushes from the back and towards the ring, referee Chester Princeton follows him as both men rush towards the squared circle as quickly as they can.

Tim: What the hell is this!?! Why is Nathan Creed coming out here with another referee, hasn't he already done enough to the Order of the Dragon tonight?

Dan: I have no idea what is going on here.

Valfane continues to hold onto the fujiwara arm bar when Nathan reaches under the ropes and grabs Feral by the ankle. He drags her out from under the ring now and wraps her around her waist as the young woman begins to kick and scream, flailing wildly to try and get herself free from the grasp of Creed. He drags her towards the ring post and now grabs something from his pants pocket, sliding it out and revealing it as a set of handcuffs. Valfane breaks the fujiwara and gets up onto his feet, glaring through the ropes at Creed and shouting at him in anger, demanding that he unhand the referee. Nathan slaps one end of the cuffs around the wrist of Feral and then does the other end of it around the cables holding the ropes in place to the ring post. Feral begins to pull on the handcuff repeatedly, looking infuriated as Nathan steps away from her smiling and glaring into the ring at an infuriated Shinzan Valfane. Chest Princeton now slides into the ring as Valfane kicks the lower ropes and questions how all of this can possibly be legal, the fans continuing to go nuts at the very top of their lungs.

Tim: This can't be legal, this cannot be legal damnit, disqualify Orlando, Feral.

Dan: I don't think she can, she's being replaced by ULW's Head Referee Chester Princeton.

Tim: Veto I say, veto!

Valfane looks infuriated as he turns around to face Orlando now, who has begun to rise to his feet, with his arm dangling at his side, appearing to be in horrible shape. Shinzan charges at him in anger when Orlando stands up, placing his arm across the chest of Valfane and hoisting him into the air. The crowd goes nuts as Cruze connects with the Rock Bottom, planting Shinzan directly across his spine upon the canvas.

Dan: Valfane walked right into the Rock Bottom, it's over!

Tim: NO!

The ref drops to the canvas and makes the count as Cruze places his back to the chest of Shinzan, the crowd jumping up and down, going nuts.

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Tim: Don't tell me Orlando's going to win.

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The entire arena goes nuts, the roof coming off the place as Orlando sits up with both arms raised above his head, only to have the official stick two fingers into the air, indicating that Valfane got his shoulder up at the last possible second. The crowd is shocked, beginning to protest the official's announcement as Orlando's eyes fill with astonishment, sweat racing down his exhausted body. He grabs his shoulder and rolls onto his knees as Valfane rolls over onto his chest and stomach, reaching for his back, which has to be in ungodly pain now after taking that vicious Rock Bottom. Orlando shakes his head, unable to believe what transpired still as he grabs the hair of Valfane, beginning to drag him to his feet and placing him in a front gantry. He steps forward, running a bit and then dropping back, connecting with a running vertical suplex, using one arm in order to do so. As Shinzan crashes across his back upon the canvas, Orlando holds onto his neck, rolling him over onto his chest and stomach and then pulling him to his feet. Orlando lifts Valfane into the air and now runs forward again before dropping back violently, connecting with another running vertical suplex, this one placing even more pressure on the damaged spine of Shinzan. Cruze holds onto his neck, rolling over onto his knees and pulling Valfane with him as the crowd continues to cheer their heads off, going nuts over this combination move. Cruze rises to his feet, trying to use his injured arm now to reach out and grab the leg of Valfane, trying to fold it up. He places him in the fishermen position now, blocking the pain in his arm and trying to lift Valfane now, who switches his body weight to keep from being hit with the move. Orlando tries to pull him up again only to keep from being hit with the move as Feral screams for Shinzan to do something now. Valfane pulls his knee up into the mid-section of Orlando now, bending him forward and slapping on a front gantry of his own. He lifts Orlando into the air now and connects with the Sin Killer (Snap Brainbuster) to the shock of everyone in the arena. Valfane keeps the front gantry applied as he rolls over onto his knees, pulling Cruze with him in the process. Both men end up on their knees as Shinzan rises to his feet and tries to pull Cruze upwards as well. Orlando is barely moving though after being hit with the vicious move by his equally as exhausted opponent. Orlando remains on his knees not getting up whatsoever, a very groggy expression on his face as sweat spills from his head and his exhausted body. Shinzan drags him onto his feet though after several moments of struggling. He begins to lift him up for another Sin Killer when Cruze blocks it by using his damaged arm to reach out and hook around the leg of Shinzan. He lifts Valfane into the air somehow, loading him up onto his shoulder and then running forward as he drops back into a muscle buster to a huge eruption from the crowd.

Tim: No, Orlando connected with his combination move somehow.

Dan: I have no idea how he even possesses the strength to hit a move like that, after getting hit with that Sin Killer, and everything else he's endured in this long, grueling technical match up here at War of the Worlds, in the Epic Encounter.

The fans are stunned as Orlando keeps his arm wrapped around the neck of Shinzan, rolling over onto his knees and pullingValfane with him again. He stands up and forcefully drags Valfane to his feet, who appears to be absolutely dead weight after being hit with that vicious muscle buster by the former Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion. Shinzan is pulled all the way to his feet now as Cruze reaches out in order to hook his leg once again for a final muscle buster. He lifts him up into the air and onto his shoulder, beginning to step forward when Valfane turns and slides off. He lands on his feet behind the back of Cruze to the shock of everyone as he reaches out and grabs the damaged arm of Orlando. He forces him down to the canvas onto his chest and stomach and locks in Cruze's own Defcon 6 (Crippler Crossface). The crowd is in shock once again as several unleash a wave of cheers at the sight of this, out of sheer disbelief. Valfane pulls back on Cruze's head, who is shouting at the top of his lungs and yanks on his arm as far as it will possibly go. Sweat streams down the face of Orlando, who is continuing to shout in pain over the fact that his arm is being ripped at one again, after all it has been put through in this lengthy test of endurance. Shinzan shouts at Orlando to tap out already as Princeton drops down, inquiring as to rather or not he wishes to give in.

Dan: Valfane has got the Defcon 6 applied upon Orlando, unfortunately, this may be it, I can't imagine that Cruze has the strength to get out of this one.

Tim: He might as well as just tap out instead of prolonging the agony.

Feral jumps up and down, looking incredibly excited over the fact that Orlando is going to be made to tap out as Nathan slams his hands on the apron, trying to rally the crowd behind Cruze. They have all gotten to their feet, slamming their hands upon the barricades once again trying to motivate the former Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion to continue fighting. Valfane is yanking back on the head of Orlando as far as his body will allow while also ripping at his arm with all of his strength. He unleashes a roar as he tries to physically pump himself up long enough to force the submission. Orlando is too far away from the ropes in order to reach them, all hope beginning to face when Cruze suddenly rolls forward and out of the hold to the shock of everyone, knowing the perfect counter to his own submission hold. Shinzan's eyes fill in shock as Orlando rolls directly onto his feet and turns to face him, grabbing his legs and lifting them into the air. Before Valfane has time to react he is rolled over onto his chest and placed in the liontamer, to a huge ovation from the fans. The crowd is going absolutely nuts, jumping up and down as Shinzan pushes himself up onto his elbows, his eyes opened widely with his jaw having dropped in shock. He begins to shake his head like a crazed individual with his sweat covered hair flapping in all different directions. The official drops to the canvas upon his knees, inquiring as to rather or not Valfane wishes to submit. Shinzan shakes his head even after what his back has been put through thus far.

Tim: No, how did Orlando do that?

Dan: A brilliant counter by Cruze straight into the Defcon 5, he may have this match won!

Orlando seems to be in desperation, sealing his eyes together from the pain in his arm while keeping the Defcon 5 locked in. Shinzan drops onto his chest continuing to shake his head, the fans going nuts over what they are witnessing here tonight. Valfane plants both palms on the canvas now, pushing himself down onto his chest. He now uses all the strength in his upper body to push himself upwards into the direction of Cruze, causing Orlando to flip over backwards almost. He crashes across his back upon the canvas while Valfane pops up onto his posterior. He stands up though, grabbing the legs of Cruze and placing them over his shoulders, leaning forward as he grimaces from the anguish flowing through this back. He begins to try and pull Cruze's legs up in order to place him in a submission of his own, possibly a variation of the liontamer when Orlando sits up on the canvas. He places both of his hands to the back of Shinzan's head and presses against it, causing Valfane to flip over forward and crash across his back upon the canvas. His legs fall over the shoulders of Orlando, who sits forward, placing him in a pinning predicament.

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Valfane gets his shoulder up as Orlando stands, placing both legs under his armpits and now once again trying to roll him over into the liontamer. The crowd is on its feet, going absolutely mad over what they are witnessing between Orlando and Shinzan, this intense counter wrestling, as both men attempt to put on submission holds. Valfane pulls his legs free and places his feet to the chest of Cruze, shoving him backwards as Orlando barely keeps his balance. He grips his shoulder as Shinzan rolls over in reverse and straight onto his feet, charging forward now into a huge lariat while unleashing a roar, the crowd sensing that this one is going to be brutal. He throws it only for Orlando to side step him and grab the arm, forcing Valfane down to the canvas he now tries to get the Defcon 6 locked in. The crowd is jumping up and down, bumping into one another, forming almost a mosh-pit at the sight of this as Valfane struggles to keep from being placed in the crossface by Orlando. He suddenly rolls over sideways, pulling Cruze with him over onto the back of his shoulders. Valfane holds his lower back up into the air and grabs a fist full of his tights as well as Nathan shouts at the referee that it's an illegal pin. The official makes the count, not hearing Creed over the cheers of the crowd.

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Orlando kicks out at the last second, dropping onto his side as Valfane rolls over onto his knees in shock that he didn't get the pin on Cruze. Both men rush to their feet now as Shinzan charges at Orlando, who is rising in front of one of the turnbuckles, still gripping his arm in the process. Shinzan continues to rush in when Cruze steps forward and bends down, placing his hands to the inner thighs of Valfane and throwing him over his head at the turnbuckle. Shinzan shows incredible grace as he lands on the second rope, steadying himself. Cruze turns around to face him when Valfane back kicks him straight to the forehead, causing him to turn away now in a bewildered state. Shinzan turns around on the turnbuckle to face Orlando, who rushes in once again. This time he jumps on the second rope beside Valfane and grabs him by the throat, setting up for the Switchblade Chokeslam to a huge reaction.

Dan: Cruze is going to hit the Switchblade Chokeslam on Valfane!

Tim: Please God, no!

Valfane suddenly grabs the head of Cruze and gives him a stiff headbut straight to his face. Cruze is knocked off the turnbuckle, crashing across his upper back and then flipping over onto his chest and stomach. Valfane stands up on the turnbuckle now before unleashing a loud roar and lifting both arms towards the heavens as he glares down at Orlando, who is rising painstakingly to his feet.

Tim: Valfane is going to finish him!

Dan: But how?

Tim: I don't know, but it's going to be something huge.

Shinzan jumps off the turnbuckle directly at Orlando, who stands up and catches him across the chest. Valfane's eyes fill with astonishment as he is hoisted into the air and driven down to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. The entire arena goes insane, everyone jumping up and down as Valfane slams into the ring violently, Cruze crawling into the cover and hooking his leg.

Dan: The Rock Bottom, Orlando hit it again on Valfane!

Tim: Impossible!

Princeton drops down and makes the count, the fans chanting a long.

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Feral grabs her hair in shock as Nathan smiles and slams his hands on the apron enthusiastically.

Dan: Orlando has done it, he's beaten Valfane, he caucht him with the Rock Bottom and pinned him.

Tim: No, that couldn't have happened, there's no way, Valfane was so sure that he was going to walk away from this thing victoriously. It isn't fair.

The fans are still going nuts as Feral shakes her head in shock, slapping her hand on the apron with a frustrated expression on her face. Orlando rolls over onto his posterior, raising both arms into the air victoriously, Nathan jumping onto the apron and putting both hands together for Cruze as the Scorpion hits the PA system, the entire arena going nuts over what just transpired. Orlando rises to his feet slowly, still cradling his arm as he tries to lift his other one into the air victoriously. Nathan slides through the ropes and walks up beside Orlando, grabbing him by the wrist and helping to keep his arm raised in a winning pose. The crowd gives him a standing ovation as Nathan points in Orlando's direction, trying to get everyone to rally in support of his achievement. Valfane rolls over onto his side, looking shocked, as if he is having trouble accepting the fact that he was beaten by Cruze in this huge one on one showdown, in the epic encounter.

Tim: I still cannot believe this, or accept it as reality, how did Orlando Cruze defeat Shinzan Valfane? How? Valfane looked like he has this one in the bag, like he was going to break the arm of Cruze and then force him to tap out, but it didn't happen.

Dan: I think Valfane vastly underestimated the talents of Orlando Cruze here tonight.

Nathan continues to hold the exhausted body of Orlando up by gripping his arm in order to do so. Cruze has a wore out expression upon his face, sweat dripping from his head. He pulls his arm away from Nathan and steps towards one of the turnbuckles however. He steps onto the second rope and then lifts his good arm into the air once again, causing the entire arena to erupt. Valfane drops to the outside of the ring upon his hands and knees, not comprehending the fact that he was just pinned by Cruze. Feral pulls on her handcuff, looking furious as she slams her on the apron as a result. Orlando drops off the turnbuckle onto his feet, leaning against it with his one good arm though, a dazed over look in his eyes. He turns to face Nathan, who is still clapping his hands together, as a sign of respect. He bends forward, grabbing his arm and unleashing a groan before stepping towards the ropes and glaring over them at Feral now. Her face freezes with terror, not knowing what to think it seems as she desperately tries to free her wrist from the cuff now.

Tim: Wait a minute, damnit Cruze, wasn't beating Valfane enough?

Dan: I think Feral is finally going to get her comeuppance.

Orlando rolls to the outside of the ring, the music dying in the background as Nathan Creed exits the squared circle as well. Orlando approaches Feral, who is still trying to pull her hand free from the cuff. Nathan removes the keys from his pants and undoes the cuff from around the wrist of Feral, who grabs her wrist and begins to rub it. She turns her sights in the direction of Orlando now, with a sick grin on her face. She pulls her head back and spits straight into the face of Orlando. Saliva drips from the face of Orlando now as Feral throws a slap at his face immediately afterward. Cruze catches her around the wrist with his good arm however and pulls her forward now, straight into his shoulder. He stands up with Feral placed over his shoulder, kicking and screaming as Orlando steps towards the ramp, the crowd going nuts.

Tim: What in the hell, where is Orlando taking Feral?

Dan: Well, Cruze vowed to take Sallie back to her father, I guess that's what we're seeing here.

Feral continues to kick and scream, trying to get free as Orlando continues to carry towards the back, turning around to face the fans once more, who give him a huge standing ovation. Nathan follows him up the ramp as Feral continues to kick and scream, trying to claw at Orlando in order to get free, only for Cruze to continue to grasp the young woman. Orlando finally turns and exits through the curtains as Nathan follows him to the back.

Dan: Man, what a match, and what an emotional conclusion to this rivalry between Orlando Cruze and Shinzan Valfane.

Tim: I still can't believe that Orlando won, that wasn't suppose to happen, and to top it all off, he's now taken Feral, how can this night have been any worse for the Order of the Dragon.

Shinzan stands up on the outside of the ring, leaning elbows first against the apron, still trying to come to terms with what just transpired. Some of the fans stand up and give him a standing ovation as well, based off of what they just witnessed from him. He places his hands on his hips and begins to shake his head, a confused expression on his face, trying to understand how he was just beaten when he seemingly had this match in the palm of his hands.

Dan: Even though Valfane can't accept it, he was beaten tonight by the better man, Orlando Cruze, in what was a huge victory, in a huge match.

Tim: Yes, but speaking of huge, what about the main event tonight.

Dan: That's right, Killjoy will challenge Silencer for the World Heavyweight Championship, in what should be a tremendous, bloody battle. Chances are it won't be for the faint at heart. Nevertheless, we've been asking fans arriving here tonight, who they think will be victorious between Silencer and Killjoy.


VIDEO PACKAGE


The scene switches to a fan standing outside of the arena, waiting in line to get in. He is wearing a Team Leader shirt and has a big, rubber hand stuck over one of his own with a finger protruding into the air. He has an excited expression on his face as a bunch of people crowd around him, trying to get on camera. A voice from behind the lens can be heard while sticking out a microphone to the lips of the fan.

So who do you think is going to win the main event, Nightmare Before Christmas match tonight?

Fan: It's simple, it's got to be Killjoy, he's gotten the best of Silencer the past few weeks, and now, he's gonna introduce the champion, to reality. Hi mom.

The fan waves his big fake hand towards the camera as everyone screams like jackasses around him, trying to capture a brief moment of fame. The scene flashes forward to another fan, this one female with her face painted just like Silencer's. She is standing just inside of the building with people flooding into the arena behind her.

Female Fan: Who's going to win the title? Simple, Simon "Silencer" Cagero, the guy's got the skills, he's got the talent, and oh baby, you better believe he's got the look.

The voice from behind the camera can be heard again.

You do know that looks have no relevance right?

The female fan sneers.

Female Fan: Whatever you tell yourself to get to sleep at night.

A skinny teenage fan with a camera stands in an area void of the rest of the fans, his back facing one of the large concrete walls. He is clothed in a Phenomenal P sweater, oddly even though it appears to be insanely hot outside the arena.

So, who do you think will win tonight?

The fan seems to think about it for a second.

Skinny Fan: Definitely Curtis Jack, he'll win the title tonight.

Um, Curtis Jack isn't in a title match at War of the Worlds.

Skinny Fan: Who's Curtis Jack? And who cares, I just want to see some blood, ahhhhh!!!

The fans sticks out his tongue and begins to shake his head while holding his hands up now and beginning to rock his head back and forth. An elderly man is shown seated at a chair, next to a table with alcoholic refreshments sat across the top of it.

Elderly Fan: I honestly don't know, but my gut tells me that Killjoy is going to walk away with the title tonight. Sure Silencer's going to be out for revenge after everything he's been put through, but I think Killjoy will just barely edge him out of a victory. He's the Master of the Mind Games man.

The Elderly fan guzzles the remainder of his beer.


BACKSTAGE


Curtis Jack stands in the back with a towel around his neck, looking incredibly sweaty after that incredible Ironman match. He grabs a bottle of water and sucks it down while taking several deep breaths, still absolutely exhausted after what he just endured. He is seated upon a bench, as Steve Smith stands above him, strolling back and forth, throwing punches in preparation for his big street fight match with Mayhem, that has yet to come. He lifts his leg into the air, throwing a big boot on an imaginary culprit, to stretch his leg muscles.

Curtis: I tell you one thing, Sean Johnson is definitely never getting another match against me again. Did you see what he did to me out there? The crazy lengths he was going to? That guy is too dangerous, and I'm happy that this whole thing is now over between us, believe me.

Smith nods while still working out, stretching himself out.

Steve: I tell you one thing as well, once I destroy Mayhem tonight, he's not going to be coming back, asking for any rematches, and I'll be damned if I give him one. He's done for in the center of that ring, and that's a promise. He'll just have to sit back for the next two months, licking his wounds and resting beside Sean Johnson in the hospital. You know Genocide probably had a heart attack or something after trying to go 60 minutes with you.

Curtis Jack grins while nodding his head before putting the towel draped over the back of his neck to his forehead. He wipes sweat away while taking several deep breaths. The door leading into the dressing room, swings open abruptly as both Smith and Curtis Jack stop what they're doing, shifting their attention to the entrance, where River Angelus is standing, staggering in, his body looking to be in a tremendous amount of pain He seems to be in incredible agony after that brutal ladder match he endured earlier in the evening. Curtis rises to his feet, allowing his towel to drop back onto his shoulders. Angelus stands up straight while glaring at both men in anger.

River: Do either of you care to explain something to me?

Curtis and Steve glare at one another for a second with baffled expressions on their faces before they turn back to face a frustrated River Angelus.

Curtis: What?

River shakes his head, as if he can't believe they have no idea what he's talking about.

River: Oh, let's see, does a little thing like helping River Angelus retain his Livewire title, ring a bell? Where the hell were you guy? I was out there being powerbombed off ladders and getting brutalized, and what were the two of you doing? Sitting on your hands, or playing patty cake with one another?

Curtis smirks and Smith does the same, both men shaking their heads.

Curtis: River, did you by chance notice that I competed in an hour long match out there tonight? I could barely move after I was finished battling Sean Johnson, let alone come out and save your ass in that ladder match.

River shakes his head before staring at Steve Smith now, Curtis Jack doing the same. Steve peers back and forth between both men's faces with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Once he realizes that all eyes have settled upon himself, his arms drop and his joyous expression is altered.

Steve: What is everyone looking at me for?

Angelus: Curtis has an excuse, even though it's lame, it's still an excuse, but what about you? Why weren't you out there as the enforcer of this group, to give me that little extra edge that I needed?

Steve looks around at both men, not knowing what to say.

Steve: Well sorrrryyy River. I wasn't sitting back here thinking of ways just to appease you. I mean, I've got my own fish to fry, and the biggest fish of them all is Mayhem. I've been sitting back here thinking up strategies against him is all.

Angelus begins to shake his head.

River: Now I know that's bullshit, because you don't need strategy in a match against Mayhem.

Steve unleashes a sigh, trying to calm himself down before he says something that he regrets to the overly egotistical Angelus.

Steve: You know what, I don't have to take this, I'm going to the ring to beat Mayhem.

Steve makes his way around Angelus, who follows him with his eyes.

River: Well you better, at least one of us will win tonight then.

Smith exits the dressing room as Angelus continues to shake his head in a disgusted state, he turns to face Curtis Jack now, who is still sweating heavily. Curtis just continues to glare at Angelus, blinking his eyes several times awkwardly but not saying a single solitary word.

Angelus: (Sarcastically) What?

Curtis just shakes his head now and walks away as River is left standing by himself, seething in anger over what failed to occur in the ring earlier in the evening.


AWOL VS. THE MASKED MAN


Dan Douglas: Well a big event next on the show here, to huge men fighting for nothing but pride and victory here, AWOL, a former world champion in this company, the first World Champion in ULW history let me add taking on the mysterious Masked man.

Tim May: This is a classic rivalry Dan just because the masked man already has AWOL's number, did you see the way he confused the big oath on Annihilation, he uses that mask to his advantage and he can manipulate the small thinking capacity of AWOL who is just power and strength and nothing but.

Dan Douglas: I completely disagree, AWOL is a very intelligent man and he has shown us that time and time again in the past and it surprises me Tim that you can be so critical of him, maybe it's because AWOL never took any of your shit. But nonetheless, this masked man has played mind games on AWOL as of late and you have to believe that if AWOL is going to win this, he either has to take that mask from the head of his opponent, or keep a very close eye on his opponent through this match because he is capable of anything.

(Suddenly the fans boo loudly as the curtains part ways and from the middle of them the masked man appears, he looks over the sold out arena and just gazes back and forth between the two sides of fans before shaking his head with disappointment as the AWOL fans do all they can to bring him down and show there support for his opponent, he walks down the rampway and just ignores the fans in the front row before jumping up on the apron and glaring across the masses of people once more, he then climbs through the ropes and just waits for his opponent.)

Dan Douglas: Now, you see, to me, this guy is so mysterious and such a secret and everything about him while he remains like that is simply dangerous, he has no persona!

Tim May: I like the guy, he got my attention when he made AWOL look like an idiot!

Dan Douglas: What is it with you? Huh?

(Air raid sirens ring out as a single white spotlight pans the arena, revealing hundreds of screaming fans climbing to their feet. This goes on for several minutes before finally, a voice screams "You betta Go AWAY!" and mushroom cloud shaped pyro's fire off from the corners of the stage. AWOL strides confidently from the back, his face intense as the flames roar on both sides of him. He walks down the ramp, his eyes locked intently on the ring. At ringside, he hops up onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope before turning around to see Masked Man waiting for him cautiously in the opposite corner.)

Dan Douglas: And here he is, the man, the legend that is AWOL and tonight is a night for payback, his eyes say it all, this big monster is here to make a message

Tim May: Well let's hope no masked men come out and confuse him huh? HA!

Dan Douglas: With the way AWOL looks I would agree with you, because none of them would be left in motion once they get near this man, I just hope the Masked Man is ready to face his justice and when you look into the eyes of a man like AWOL, that some justice!

(The bell sounds but neither man seems to be in a rush to leap at the other, both of them slowly stalking the outside of the ring, there eyes locked on one another with a fiery intensity that is only matched by the excitement of the surrounding fans, Masked Man seems to be showing a little more movement as he jumps up and down on his toes, his back hunched as he prepares for the AWOL assault, suddenly with one more fragile step on the canvas the tension explodes causing the two men to leap at each other into a collar-elbow grapple, the size of both men shows as the two power houses merely push against each other like two walls colliding. Suddenly as if using a reserve of energy AWOL just roars out loud to a huge eruption from the fans before throwing Masked Man with all his power backwards toward the turnbuckle taking the masked opponent right off his feet and into a back roll along the canvas, the fans are just going nuts for this as AWOL just tenses his muscles showing his huge build before roaring in a mix of anger and adrenalin again toward Masked Man who just gets to one knee and looks around at the fans before back at the furious AWOL, suddenly AWOL steps towards him but to the boos of the fans Masked Man ducks his head between the ropes causing the official to stand before the monster stopping him getting any closer and asking him to give his opponent some space. AWOL just gazes down at Alex Ingleson, the official for the match and then back up at Masked Man before raising his hands innocently as his opponent slowly steps out from the ropes and leans in the corner as AWOL backs off, but suddenly with a furious anger and to the surprise of everyone AWOL just lunges past the official into a run and hits the frozen Masked Man with a devastating clothesline in the corner that takes him right off his feet and back first against the canvas triggering boots to the chest from the former World Champion, but Masked Man just rolls under the bottom rope trying his best to ignore the sold out arena cheering and screaming for AWOL. He paces on the outside shaking his head and looking somewhat dazed before gazing back up at the counting official and just jumping onto the apron with one knee before looking across at the waiting figure of AWOL, he seems to say a few words to himself before grabbing the top rope and standing to his vertical base, he steps back in the ring and just recomposes himself as the two men circle the ring again.)

Dan Douglas: AWOL got the better of the first lock up and Masked Man seemed to be reeling, even saying some words to himself out on the apron, I think AWOL has him psyched out Tim.

Tim May: Dan, that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard, not even Jerry would say something that dumb, AWOL doesn't have Masked Man psyched out, it's strategy damn it, can you not see it? It's obvious

Dan Douglas: Actually, no, no I can't see it, to me, getting clotheslined out your skin and losing the momentum this early in the match has never been match off a strategy for someone looking to win.

(With force and huge impact the two men lock up again neither wanting to give ground or lose this battle of the giants, like a dance the two of them push each other so hard they move slowly around in a circle before to a huge cheer AWOL suddenly leans back before using that reserve energy once more to throw Masked Man into a back roll before charging forward this time and going for a big boot as his opponent stands back up, but Masked Man sees it coming at the last second and ducks the boot causing AWOL to hang himself crotch first on the top rope as the support for him turns to boos for his opponent. Masked Man just shakes the cobwebs from his head again before just viciously turning to AWOL and lifting a boot of his own into the side of the former champions head knocking him off the ropes and hard to the outside of the ring, with pace he jumps through the ropes and heads in chase of AWOL who is back up on all fours. Masked Man just lifts him to his feet before picking him off the ground and dropping him with a basic powerslam on the thin safety mats surrounding the outside of the ring causing AWOL to arch himself to try and release the pain that stabs down his spine from the collision. Masked Man however just turns from AWOL and walks to the steel steps sitting at the corner of the ring before angrily pulling the top half of them off, instantly the official leaps through the ropes and refuses to let Masked Man use them by standing in his way, Masked Man just swears angrily at the official before throwing them down to his side as AWOL gets back to his knee and rests against the apron, the masked man just slams a forearm across his back and then another and then a third before standing AWOL up and lifting him off his feet into a bearhug position before stepping back and then ramming the ULW monster into the aprons corner letting him go as he makes impact causing AWOL to drop to his knees arching his back with a cry of pain before dropping onto his front, his arm stretching round to hold his lower spinal area. The Masked Man just takes a few steps from AWOL and looks at the booing fans before shaking his head and turning back to the monster before taking him by the head and lifting him slowly to his feet before rolling him back in the ring and climbing onto the apron directly after him before entering over the ropes and just stalking AWOL who is on all fours, he slaps the back of the monsters head and then again before suddenly dropping an elbow across that lower back region of AWOL taking him back down to his chest against the mat, he then stands up and just taunts the fans into another series of boos before stepping on the lower back of AWOL and just waiting there causing AWOL to cry out a whisper of a muffle, eventually he steps off of him and just turns back to AWOL who is on his side, still holding that lower back region. He picks the former world champion to his feet and just backs him up against the ropes before stunning him with a mild boot to the mid-section before tugging on his arm and throwing AWOL across the ring, the monster hits the ropes and bounces back at the Masked Man but sees the clumsy clothesline attempt coming and ducks it causing the momentum to stumble the face covered attacker, AWOL then leaps into the ropes opposite and gains even more speed as he comes back once more at the Masked Man who turns to face him but can only watch as AWOL leaps into the air and tackles him down with a flying clothesline that hits the Masked Man hard causing him to bounce off the canvas, his head jolting from the power so much he nearly gets Whiplash as AWOL just gets to his hands and knee across the other side of the ring, one arm still on that back of his.)

Dan Douglas: My goodness, what impact! Masked Man seemed to be taking this match but in one swift move the momentum has shifted, these two power houses are really testing one another's metal in the early stages of this match.

Tim May: But AWOL has hurt his back, he is injured, someone get me a violin, this is just saddening, awww, now all Masked Man has to do, is finish the job.

Dan Douglas: Behind Tim's sarcasm, he has made a valid point, AWOL is holding that back and it looks as if he was injured when he got rammed against that ring apron.

(AWOL amongst his pain though pushes himself to one knee and then to his feet, he turns to see the Masked Man only moments behind him allowing him a second to throw the first punch that staggers the masked man into the ropes, AWOL just grabs the mans arm and throws him hard across the ring, as he comes back though the former World Champion just sends the fans wild as he lifts him right over his head and holds him in a gorilla press before throwing him up in the air and causing him to crash stomach first into the canvas, he grabs his mid-section and rolls away from AWOL who just angrily looks over the fans and nodding before turning back to his opponent who is back on his knees and resting on the middle rope. AWOL just takes him by the head and slams some right hands into it before placing his neck over the middle rope and placing his knee over the head of the Masked Man, he then lets go at the officials count and charges across the ring into the ropes opposite before coming back at his opponent and dropping across the back of Masked Man hanging him on the middle rope and ripping the oxygen from his body! Masked Man just lays on the mat holding his throat as AWOL just pushes past the referee preaching him to maintain the rules, he kneels down and grabs the masked man lifting him slowly back to his feet before putting his head between his legs and calling for a powerbomb that has the fans on there feet going mad, he wraps his arms around the waist of the Masked Man and attempts to lift him, but before he can, Masked Man counters ripping the legs away from AWOL and causing him to fall onto his back while the masked man holds his legs by the ankles, he threads his legs between them and to a huge barrage of boos turns the body of AWOL and locks in a sharpshooter that has AWOL riving in pain at the pressure it is applying to his lower back, his head shakes violently in pain as the official asks him if he gives up, he refuses to and just roars a mix of anger and punishment as Masked Man just locks the move in with even more intensity.)

Dan Douglas: OH MY!! AWOL is in a pit of trouble now, Masked Man made a good counter and now the former world champion finds himself in a serious predicament.

Tim May: See! I told you, it's strategy Dan, I fucking told you fat-man!

(AWOL is fighting with every last ounce of strength to hold on, his hand quivering, the temptation to hit the mat and end the pain at the forefront of his mind, but he can't, he must fight on, he cannot afford to give up now. With a roar of pain, anger and intensity he brings himself up on his hands and grits his teeth before dragging himself forward, taking the Masked Man along with him before suddenly lunging out in desperation at the bottom rope and hooking his arm around it triggering the official to demand a break of the hold. Masked Man ignores him at first until the official reaches a four count, an angry Masked Man just shouts at the referee before turning back to AWOL and tugging his leg, dragging him back to the center of the ring but before he can do anything AWOL turns onto his back and with his other leg pushes Masked Man right away from him and with such force that MM hits the ropes and comes back at AWOL who thinks quickly and brings him down to the mat with a nicely executed drop toe hold that has MM land nose first on the mat, his hands instantly moving to his face as he connects with the canvas hard. AWOL just takes a moment to gather his composure, he rolls away from Masked Man who is on all fours and just lifts himself using the ropes, his lower back putting him through agonizing pain, he grabs the top rope and pushes himself to his feet, across from him though Masked Man is up and looking furious, he runs at AWOL with full velocity but to a huge eruption of cheers AWOL ducks low and lifts Masked Man with his back high over the ropes to the outside where the hidden faced opponent connects hard with the mats. AWOL just takes a quick breather before climbing through the ropes and to the outside of the ring where Masked Man is beginning to stand back up, he gets to his knees and is then helped along the way by AWOL who lifts him to his vertical base and slams a knee into his stomach before walking him toward some of the fans and crashing MM face first into the crowd barrier knocking backwards in a daze into the ring apron, AWOL just boots him in the stomach to keep him dazed and then grabbing his arm swings him hard along the outside of the ring causing Masked Man to fly shoulder first right into the steel turnbuckle and around it landing on the mats right at the bottom of the rampway! AWOL is being surrounded by cheers as Masked Man begins to take a beating now, he gets to all fours and grabs the crowd barrier to get back to his feet, he does and turns seeing an AWOL clothesline just in time to duck but his daze causes him to stumble to the apron, however he turns back to the rampway to see AWOL just turning to face him and then breaks into a run but AWOL sees it and lifts MM as if for a flapjack but seems to hold him over his shoulder instead and then drops forward crashing Masked Man into the steel rampway with a HUGE forward slam that has the fans chanting 'holy shit' as loud as they can as the echo of the rattling metal slowly fades around the sold out arena.)

Dan Douglas: OH MY GOD!! Masked man was just planted on that metal plating and he could have suffered some serious damage

Tim May: Damn it, damn it, damn it, someone stop this man

Dan Douglas: With power such as that it could take an entire army to finish off AWOL

(The Masked Man just holds his neck and head as he lies on his side, AWOL in the meantime just rises back to his knees and looks down on his opponent as if he was nothing before standing up and just looking at the fans who are going made, moshing in the front rows to show there support for the ULW monster. AWOL just leans down and grabs the hurt Masked Man before forcing him to his feet and then throwing him back in the ring under the bottom rope, instantly the Masked Man begins to crawl to the other side of the ring to get some breath but AWOL is up on the apron, he then enters the ring via the ropes and heads in the Masked Man's direction, but MM is having none of it and tries to dash out of the ropes to the outside, but AWOL grabs his ankle just in time to the cheers of the entire arena as he slowly drags the Masked Man back in the ring his nails digging at the canvas to create some kind of fight back to get to the outside, but suddenly he just rolls onto his back and with both of his feet pushes AWOL back hard but AWOL just stumbles backwards into the official who drops to the mat after colliding head first with AWOL's shoulder, in a concussed state he just rolls onto the apron the fans jolting at the incident. AWOL just turns to see the knocked out official and swears under his breath but as he turns back to the Masked Man he is met with a sudden burst of green mist that covers his face and is aimed directly at his eyes, the fans boo loudly as the Masked Man stands up still holding his neck, he dodges a few blind right hands from AWOL before getting behind the former World Champion and hooking his arms for a fallaway slam, but AWOL suddenly counters by headbutting him in the face and breaking the hold while knocking the Masked Man to the canvas. AWOL just grabs the nearest ropes and wipes his eyes as best he can, but suddenly as he does, the fans turn toward the Masked Man who just rolls out of the ring and begins talking to himself again, that is, until the entire arena realizes he is not talking to himself at all, but to a number of masked assailants under the ring all the same size and look of the real Masked Man!! 6 Men slide from under the ring and roll into the squared circle as the real Masked Man watches from the outside holding his neck, all 6 men just storm at AWOL and begin viciously kicking and punching the big man managing to push him back into a corner, there attacks being blocked as best as AWOL possibly can.)

Dan Douglas: I don't believe this! The Masked Man has done it again, AWOL is partially blinded and is now being gang attacked by 6 men who shouldn't even be here

Tim May: This is brilliant Dan, I love this, AWOL is finally getting what is coming to him, he has met his match!!

Dan Douglas: He has not 'met his match' his match is outside the ring playing with his nails while six men who have nothing to do with this match do his dirty work!

(Suddenly though the fans go nuts as AWOL with a roar of anger slams a right hand into one man knocking him to the canvas and then another and then a third before clotheslining two more to the ground, the last man just hits AWOL hard with a pretty impressive blow knocking the big man into the ropes, he then grabs AWOL by the arm and attempts to throw him across the ring but AWOL counters and throws the masked assailant, he hits the ropes and comes back at the former champion, but as he does AWOL just slaps his wrist around the mans throat and lifts him high in the air before powerfully chokeslamming him to the mat causing the man to roll out of the ring in pain. However the 5 other men jump AWOL again trying to get the upper hand by attacking him from behind and for a few moments it seems to have the World Champion staggered against the ropes, but he again fights out of it knocking over two men with right hands before ducking a double clothesline attempt by another two only to hit them with one of his own, the last remaining man just charges at AWOL after taking a run up but the former champ sees him coming and lifts his boot nearly taking the head off the assailant as he runs right into the bottom of it and crashes against the canvas before rolling out of the ring. AWOL then turns to the two men who were clotheslined before booting the first one in the stomach and then hooking his arm, before lifting him and dropping him with a big Daisy Cutter that has the man laid out flat before he is rolled onto the apron out of the way by another masked assailant, the other clotheslined attacker stumbles to his feet but is grabbed instantly around the throat before AWOL lifts him into the air and drops him with a huge chokeslam that near on bounces him out of the ring to the outside! The last two men just mount a comeback with fast right hands that push AWOL back into a corner, one of them grabs AWOL by the arm and attempts to throw him across to the opposite corner but as AWOL begins running he manages to counter and comes to a full stop before tugging the arm of the man who threw him causing him to leap right into a tremendous clothesline that turns the attacker inside out before causing him to roll out of the ring with the other 5 men leaving only one man left, he lunges at AWOL with a clothesline but near on bounces off the chest of the champion before being pushed effortlessly back into the corner before being booted hard in the stomach, AWOL then throws the man across the ring into the opposite corner before running across after him and hitting him with a huge splash in the corner!! The fans are going wild at this as AWOL just stares at the man stumble a few steps out of the corner, but as he does boos erupt as the real masked man slides in the ring behind AWOL, a steel chair in hand, the former champion watches the last attacker drop to the mat before shaking his head and turning around to face the real Masked Man only to be smashed in the head with a chair so hard blood instantly appears all over the forehead of AWOL, claret running wild down the face of the ULW monster.)

Dan Douglas: DAMN IT! DAMN IT!! MY GOD, It can't end like this, please, this is NOT justice

Tim May: This is classic, we can use this tape when it comes out on sale 'how to pwn AWOL' I love it!

Dan Douglas: God damn it, AWOL just fought off six men, six men damn it and all for that, a chair shot to the head by this cowardly son of a bitch

(The Masked Man just shakes the official who begins to come to as he drops over the bloody AWOL and hooks both legs with desperation, the official sees the cover and lifelessly just begins the count,

3…NOOOOOO!!!! AWOL GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!

The fans are going wild in the stands as AWOL forces himself onto his side pushing the Masked Man into a sitting position, his eyes wide, his face in shock, he just looks at the official who painfully signals a two count, the Masked Man can't believe it, he just shakes his head before standing up and grabbing the official by the shirt and forcefully lifting him to his feet in the corner, shouting that the count is wrong, but the official stands his ground, but with that the Masked Man goes crazy and just boots the official in the stomach before turning him to the ring and lifting him into a crucifix on his shoulders before slamming him down to the mat with a powerbomb!!)

Dan Douglas: My god!! Alex Ingleson, one of our senior officials was just laid out in the ring by a BIG move and we have no official out here now, this is no holds barred

Tim May: And AWOL is in cuckoo land! Brilliant

Dan Douglas: This is bad for AWOL, he needs to get up

(The Masked man just grabs the chair and viciously lifts it before slamming it over and over across the already hurt lowered back of AWOL, he then turns it to its hilt and slams it into the small of his back time and time again, he then puts the chair down on the floor while shouting trash at the former champion, angrily he lifts AWOL to his feet and boots him in the midsection before lifting him onto his shoulders in a crucifix much like we saw the referee moments ago, he then slams AWOL down back first on the chair!! The fans are booing loudly as the Masked Man just taunts the fans to say he is going to end it, his focus is distracted only for a moment as another official runs to ringside, the Masked Man just waits in the corner of the ring his eyes focused on AWOL, his words demanding the world champion stands up, slowly, ever so slowly AWOL begins to move, the tension and the excitement gaining with every movement the former champion makes, the fans are on there feet and looking on unknowing of what is to come as the new official enters the ring, in a daze AWOL turns toward the Masked Man but MM lunges at him with a hideously powerful big boot, but at the last second AWOL dodges it and hooks his leg over his shadow while using the same arm to hold the Masked Man around the throat, the fans are going wild as AWOL then picks him up and with so much velocity drops him into a sit down hooked chokeslam that bounces the masked man right back off the mat and onto his front kicking his legs in pain as AWOL just falls back on the mat, his hand coming up to dab his face of the blood that continues to poor down it.)

Dan Douglas: YES!! YES!! WHAT A MOVE! WHAT A COUNTER!!

Tim May: Masked Man, get the hell up damn it, you're going to lose for christ's sake!

Dan Douglas: Both these men are exhausted, the punishment each has taken has been crazy, both are big men, only 3 pounds between them and only 1 inch separating them in height and both are giving everything they have here!

(Slowly both men begin to move as the official begins counting them on the mat, the Masked Man just reaches up and pulls on the middle rope to help him up as AWOL just turns onto his front and gets to all fours, Masked Man is the first up grabbing the top rope and holding onto it as he stands, the dizziness making his legs like jelly, however, as he gains his composure AWOL stands up also, shaking his head of the cobwebs, drips of blood flying from his face, Masked Man turns but as he does he walks right into the big slapping hand of AWOL as he wraps it around his face and lifts him high in the air before hitting him with another huge chokeslam laying him out on the mat, he falls to his knees and hooks the leg, the official jumps down,

NO! AWOL sits up and looks at the shocked and confused fans before pointing at the mask as the fans jump up and down in realization of what he wants to do, he grabs the mask and attempts to pull it off, but the weary Masked Man grabs the hands of AWOL and stops it from happening before suddenly he spits another array of green mist causing AWOL to sit back from the blast to his face, he rubs his eyes frantically as the Masked Man painfully just rolls onto all fours, he looks across to see AWOL grab the top rope and force himself up, his hands still rubbing hard at his eyes. With a smile he stands and wearily just dances around AWOL hitting some cheap shot right hands to the face of the former champion before swinging his right arm in a full circle and going for a big right hand but to his surprise AWOL suddenly blocks it with a face of fury as the fans go nuts before hitting one of his own and another and another, Masked Man is reeling and is pushed back into the ropes before AWOL takes his arm and throws him across the ring into the ropes opposite, MM bounces back toward him and AWOL just lifts him high into a gorilla press before dropping him over his shoulder and bringing him down into a forward slam that shakes the ring! The fans are going nuts as AWOL just stands back up and looks around the people that jump up and down in excitement for him before he looks back down at the destroyed Masked Man and just brings his thumb across his throat slowly as the fans jump to there feet in excitement, AWOL leans down and grabs Masked Man lifting him back up to his feet before setting him up and lifting him for the Daisy Cutter but the masked man suddenly counters to the shock of the fans and manages to use his momentum to go over AWOL's shoulder and fall behind him, AWOL turns quickly but Masked Man boots him in the midsection and just places AWOL between his legs and grabs his waist for a powerbomb, but as he attempts to lift him AWOL re-counters and throws Masked Man over his head and back first into the mat behind him causing the fans to go wild. The former world champion stumbles forward from the momentum as Masked Man grabs his back but quickly begins to get back up, both men then turn at each other but Masked Man throws a wild right hand that AWOL dodges the momentum spinning Masked Man right around to face away from AWOL who grabs him and lifts him, DAISY CUTTER, DAISY CUTTER, DAISY CUTTER, HE HIT IT!!!! HE COVERS HIM,

Dan: AWOL has done it, he's pinned the Masked Man!

The fans jump to there feet as AWOL lets go of the hooked legs of the masked man and just sits up looking out over the fans who are going wild, the official raises his hand before he turns onto his knees and just grabs the mask of his opponent, but suddenly before he can rip it off, two of the other masked men, Cletus and Dingus drag the masked man out of the ring by his feet just escaping with there hero as AWOL scrambles to keep a hold of him, the two men just hold the Masked Man up as they back up from the ring, the sound of AWOL's music playing loud through the sound system as the monster climbs on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to an eruption of cheers.)

Tim: Well AWOL may have gotten the win, but he didn't get to remove the mask of the Masked Man.

Dan: Nevertheless, AWOL is victorious here tonight, surviving the interference of 6 Masked Men, and the Masked Man himself, to walk away victoriously.


BACKSTAGE


A huge reaction is heard, the entire arena going nuts as Johnny Kingdom stands in the forefront of the camera with the FUF World Heavyweight Championship resting over his shoulder. He has a smirk on his face, a kind of arrogant one, considering who he is about to face with the title on the line. He is dressed in his Team Leader t-shirt with his dark wrestling pants already clinging to his lower body. He seems very energetic, very enthused for what lies ahead as the camera pans out, revealing Susie Moore standing at his side with a microphone clutched within her hand. They stand in front of the ULW War of the Worlds interview setting, the crowd still cheering for Kingdom on the inside of the arena.

Susie: Johnny Kingdom, tonight, you go one on o....

Johnny: Whoa, whoa, you did it, you got it right.

Susie appears perplexed, tilting her head and glaring at Johnny in confusion.

Kingdom: My name, you got it right for once.

Susie's face lights up, a smile forming across it.

Susie: Thanks Xavier.

Johnny takes a deep breath as he slides his hand down his face and begins to shake his head.

Johnny: Just get on with the questions.

Susie eagerly nods her head before lifting her hand up in front of her face, beginning to read the questions she has scribbled across the palm of her hand.

Susie: How do you think you'll do one on one against...in

Susie squints her eyes, trying to make out what she's written.

Susie: ...Purse, tonight. Hahaha, what kind of wrestler names themselves after a women's handbag. Thoughts?

Susie sticks the microphone up to the mouth of Kingdom, who blinks several times sporadically before taking a deep breath.

Johnny: Oookay. Anyway, I'm not the least bit concerned about tonight, about my opponent, about any chances of losing my title and never having a rematch. You know why I'm not concerned?

Susie appears confused before lifting the microphone to her mouth.

Susie: You have ESPN?

Johnny does a double take, shaking his head and turning his face away from Susie before mouthing the word, "wow."

Kingdom: Actually I do have ESPN, but it's on cable, and it has nothing to do with my confidence over what lies ahead tonight. The reason I know I'm going to win, is because I've already beaten Hurse, twice in a row. I know for a fact that I can pin him for a third straight time, and that no matter who he tries to bribe, or who he tries to manipulate, none of it will matter, because I will walk out of that ring with the title over my shoulder, continuing to be the longest reigning World Champion in the history of this federation.

Susie holds the microphone to her mouth again.

Susie: So how long have you been World Heavyweight Champion then?

Johnny thinks about his answer.

Johnny: Well, I've held the gold since Worlds Ending, so....

Susie grabs her head.

Susie: Dear God, not another math problem.

Johnny holds his hands out in front of Moore, shaking them back and forth.

Johnny: Oh God, don't start thinking, the possibilities are terrifying.

Susie calms down and begins to nod her head with a perky smile on her face. Johnny positions the title over his shoulder a little more before beginning to speak once again, still shaking off the amount of stupidity coming from young Susie.

Kingdom: Listen, Hurse couldn't beat me in the past, so what makes him think that he's got the answer now, that will seal my fate, and keep me away from the World Heavyweight title forever? He's never been one of those intellectual types, so I don't think he'll beat me because he grew a brain. What could it be then, what seems to make him as confident that he'll beat a man of my abilities? Does he have.....

Kingdom freezes as he glares forward off camera now, his eyes interlocking upon someone, centered on their face perhaps. Killjoy now strolls forward into the camera's frame, the crowd beginning to boo as loud as they possibly can as he wears his wrestling attire for that evening, looking prepared for in ring action, just like the FUF World Champion. Killjoy's face is full of anger, rage, and hostility as he glares at Johnny, both men's eyes centering upon one another. Killjoy takes several deep breaths, trying to compose himself as does Johnny, who has stepped forward immediately, showing no hesitation to get right up into the face of the challenger for the Annihilation Championship.

Kingdom: Well what's this, it's the mighty Killjoy, moments away from his big title opportunity, redundant much? I mean, isn't this the second time you've crossed me in one of my interviews? I can't imagine you have something so important to say, both judging by your limited vocabulary and infantile mind, so I guess you just enjoy interrupting me. What is it this time, got something to tell me about how I'm destined for failure if I ever step in the ring against you. Well, guess what I've heard it before, and then again, and again, and again.

Killjoy steps forward slowly, getting into the face of Kingdom, he seems to be completely losing it almost, enraged, his face contorted with anger.

Killjoy: Listen to yourself Johnny, your babbling like usual, with no idea what your talking about. You only ridicule people with problems like mine, because you've never endured the same hardships, you just got everything handed to you on a silver platter, while I had to work, while I had to bust my ass to get to this level. You know how long I've been here, how long I've been waiting for this title shot?

Johnny chuckles while shaking his head.

Johnny: Oh, so I'm suppose to feel sorry for you because you weren't blessed with the same talents as me. Well, sorry, I guess everyone's not fortunate enough to possess the skills I was born with, or I was able to mature and learn to use to shoot me up the ladder. So, you feel neglected do you?

Johnny steps nose to nose with Killjoy, both men's faces full of tension and anger.

Johnny: You feel jaded because you haven't had a title shot? Well, I don't seem to care, because there's a whole line of people behind you with the same sob story as you. Or they may have a different tale, they may be people who I've faced already and beaten throughout the last 8 months.

Killjoy smirks.

Killjoy: Your just like everyone else Johnny, just like the wrestlers in the back, and the morons on the staff. You don't know what your talking about, you don't know what talent is, because you've never harnessed its power. But I'll show ignorant people like you, just what I'm capable of, just what I can do to them if they cross my path. Silencer is one of those ignorant people, but he'll learn, yes, he'll learn in the center of the ring tonight, when I take his World title. So sit back and enjoy the show Johnny, enjoy the sight of me walking away from this place with the Championship in hand. Because then you'll have to start looking over your back, wondering when I'm going to come for your title as well.

Johnny steps forward, glaring into the face of Killjoy.

Johnny: I'll be waiting.

Johnny and Killjoy continue to glare into one another's faces, the muscles under the skin twitching violently, and their veins protruding outward, bulging from their blood red flesh.


RINGSIDE AREA


Dan Douglas and Tim May are seated behind the announce table, looking speechless over what just occurred in the back, the very tense stand off between the FUF World Champion, Johnny Kingdom, and the number one contender for the Annihilation Championship, Killjoy.

Dan: Wow, some tense words being thrown around between Johnny Kingdom and Killjoy , both men unleashing a vicious verbal tirade on one another.

Tim: There is so much legitimate heat between Kingdom and Killjoy, it's not even funny, those guys just seem to hate one another, down to the very core.

Dan: Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, despite the huge happenings in the back, and the huge happenings in the ring, I just want to take a moment to remind everyone that the next time you'll see us on PPV, will be when the ULW comes to the Rogers Center in Ontario Canada for, Bloody Massacre.

A commercial suddenly begins to play over the screen as we see Johnny Kingdom standing on an empty basketball court, dressed in his gym gear, a sky-blue t-shirt with FUF written across the front of it and a thing of sky-blue shorts on below. He stares forward, straight at the hoop, with questioning eyes, snickering a bit. He turns his head to stare at someone off camera.

Kingdom: So let me get this straight, your saying that you'll buy lunch, and admit that I actually earned the FUF World Heavyweight title, if I can hit the ball off the back board, send it into the rafters. Bounce off the wall, go under the stands, bounce off the corner of the gym and then go through the hoop on the other end of the court?

Orlando Cruze now steps into the camera's frame, holding a basketball of his own and wearing similar style clothing as Johnny, just with Annihilation written across the front of his shirt and the attire being pure green instead.

Cruze: Your right, it sounds too easy. Maybe we should make it harder, I mean, you are asking me to respect you.

Johnny: Yeah, and since I respect you as much as an old gym shoe, it be hard for me to say as well.

Orlando begins to nod his head, shaking off the quick insult by Kingdom.

ULW BLOODY MASSACRE, SEPTEMBER, ONTARIO CANADA
LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW

A basketball bounces off the back board and then flies into the rafters, smacking off of the ceiling and then flies at the floor. Striking it and then flying under the stands. It pops out and smacks into the very corner of the court before flying into the air with a huge arch. It hits the hoop and then rims out, tumbling onto the ground.

Kingdom: Damnit!

Orlando Cruze chuckles as loud as he can, bending forward and gripping his ribs while Johnny Kingdom shake his head, pouting as he stomps his foot. Orlando looks over at him, clapping his hands.

Orlando: So close but no cigar my friend. You know what that means?

Johnny: Oh come on, this is asking a little much. But I guess I'll honor my bet and say, what you want me to about respect.

Johnny begins to open his mouth as Orlando watches him with his arms crossed. He now turns and bolts towards the exit as Orlando chases after him.


MAYHEM VS. STEVE SMITH
STREET FIGHT


Dan Douglas: Up next is Mayhem versus Steve Smith in a street fight. These two have some serious heat between them.

Tim May: Absolutely. You can guarantee you're gonna see a lot of blood spilled tonight before these two have settled their differences.

Dan Douglas: That is very true. I'm surprised ULW is even sanctioning this match.

"The Red" by Chevelle hits, as the lights in the arena dim to black. Suddenly, a red M flashes onto the Jumbo-tron, as a red M floods into the ring illuminating the arena. Mayhem steps out from the back, runs to the ring, and slides in as the lights return to normal.

Tim May: Mayhem is going to be out for blood in this feud. His differences with Steve Smith are no secret by any means and he's fixing to pound out a lot of frustration here tonight.

A Cougar can be seen running through the grasslands of the wilderness, the camera following it as it does so. It turns, and darts towards the camera, jumping into it, as fireworks shoot into the air, and the words Steve Smith appear on the screens. "Lose Yourself" by Eminem hits over the sound system. After several seconds, The Big Man can be seen walking through the curtains, making his way straight to the ring, and using the rope to hoist himself onto the apron. After getting in, he turns and looks to the fans in acknowledgement as his music goes off.

Dan Douglas: Mayhem may be out for a win tonight, but the way there is not going to be very easy. He's looking at a huge size disadvantage against Steve Smith and you know that's going to be a factor.

Tim May: Good job stating the obvious.

Dan Douglas: Just stating the facts is more like it.

Mayhem and Steve Smith stand against across from each other in the ring as the referee steps back from in between them. The bell rings as Steve Smith charges at Mayhem, catching him off guard and taking him to the mat with a clothesline. Steve Smith begins pounding on Mayhem with multiple foot stomps to the midsection. Mayhem tries to get up and fights back by delivering a few rapid punches to Steve Smith's gut. Steve back up, but as Mayhem gets to his feet, Steve hits him with a big boot and sends him back down to the match. Steve Smith gets down to his knees and puts Mayhem into a choke hold as the referee looks on and asks if Mayhem gives up.

Tim May: Steve Smith locks in a choke hold and it's completely legal. There isn't a damn thing that referee can do about it in this match.

Dan Douglas: Steve Smith is getting some amazing offense going early on in this match up. He's done an amazing job capitalizing on catching Mayhem off guard.

Mayhem fights to get Smith's hand free from around his neck and finally succeeds. Mayhem gets up to his feet and kicks Smith in the midsection. As Smith bends forward, Mayhem grabs him and sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. Steve comes running back off the ropes and is met by a massive spear from Mayhem bringing the big man down to the mat. Bringing Smith back up off the mat and to his feet, Mayhem brings Smith back down to the mat face first with a well-planted DDT. Mayhem goes out of the ring and starts looking under the ring as Steve Smith begins to move back on the mat. Emerging from under the ring with a steel chair and trash can in his hands, Mayhem tosses the weapons into the ring and then climbs back inside. Steve Smith works his way back up to his feet, turning around to be sent to the mat by a chair shot to the head from Mayhem. As Smith is laid out on the mat, Mayhem continues to slam vicious chair shots on to Smith's back.

Dan Douglas: A superb comeback by Mayhem. He's really taking over the offense in this match and trying to break the gigantic Steve Smith.

Tim May: Mayhem may be strong, but Steve Smith out weighs him and is about a foot taller. There's no way Mayhem can throw Smith around with some of his usual power moves.

Dan Douglas: WOW! An actual wrestling observation was made by Tim May! I'm very impressed, Tim.

Tim May: Yeah well don't get used to it!

Mayhem stands over Steve Smith and grabs his neck, trying to lock in a Camel Clutch. As Mayhem locks in the Camel Clutch, Smith reaches for the trash can and swings backwards at Mayhem, knocking him away. Smith gets to his feet seconds before Mayhem manages to get up and smashes the trash can over his head, denting the trash can. Smith goes over to Mayhem and rolls him up for the pin fall.

ONE!

TWO!

Mayhem kicks out after two, barely managing to get his shoulder off the mat. Smith tries to grab Mayhem to roll him up again, but Mayhem manages to roll out of the way. Mayhem goes running into the ropes and comes running back at Steve Smith for a lariat, causing him to lose his balance. Mayhem grabs the steel chair again, but Smith turns around and grabs Mayhem's arms, managing to block the shot at the last second. Smith wrestles the chair away from Mayhem's grasp, shoving him away in the process. As Mayhem comes back towards Smith, he's hit over the head with the steel chair.

Dan Douglas: Both men taking some vicious head shots early on in this match. Both men are really fighting for control over this match.

Tim May: You got that right. There's a lot of back and forth action taking place here. One shot is just all either one needs to turn the tide.

Steve Smith heads outside the ring and reaches under the ring. Smith fails to notice Mayhem rolling out of the ring with the steel chair in hand. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. As he gets back up to the edge of the ring, Mayhem comes up from behind and smacks Steve on the lower back with the steel chair, causing him to fall off the edge of the ring and land on the floor at ringside. Mayhem swings the chair down again, hitting Smith in the chest. As Mayhem swings at Smith's chest again, he struggles to reach under the ring for some kind of weapon to assist him. As Mayhem turns around to rally the crowd behind him, Smith grabs a kendo stick from under the ring. He struggles to get up as Mayhem turns around. Mayhem goes to swing the chair, but notices Steve Smith is not on the ground. As he looks up to see Smith on his feet, Steve cracks the kendo stick over Mayhem's head. As Mayhem turns away from Steve, he's hit again with another powerful shot from the kendo stick, this time causing the kendo stick to break over Mayhem's shoulders.

Dan Douglas: Steve Smith's intensity is really coming through here in this match.

Tim May: Mayhem better find a way to compensate for the size disadvantage or Steve Smith is going to be walking all over him pretty damn quick.

Steve Smith picks up Mayhem, shoving him under the ropes and back into the ring. Both men have blood coming down their faces at this point from the chair shots they have received. Steve gets back into the ring and stands over Mayhem's body. As Steve is standing over Mayhem, Mayhem kicks Steve for a low blow and sends Steve down to his knees. Mayhem gets up and uses the steel chair to knock Smith over to the mat. He drops the chair and then grabs Smith's legs, locking in a Figure Four. The referee asks if Smith submits as he fights to resist tapping out to the leg lock. As Mayhem fights to keep the hold locked in, Smith is struggling to move to either side and reverse the hold.

Dan Douglas: Excellent strategy here by Mayhem. He's doing his best to keep Steve Smith off his feet.

Tim May: Best way to make a size advantage go away right there. Just keep the bigger man from using his damn legs.

Steve Smith continues to struggle until finally turning over to his stomach and reversing the Figure Four. Mayhem is in severe pain from the hold being reversed as he scrambles to grab the ropes, finally succeeding after a few failed attempts. Smith releases the hold and slowly climbs back up to his feet. He grabs the chair and swings it down on Mayhem, who is still lying on the mat, hitting him in the back. Smith tosses the chair aside and picks up Mayhem. He drags him closer to the center of the ring and picks him up for a choke slam, connecting with the vicious choke slam right on to the steel chair as the crowd roars!

Dan Douglas: What a choke slam by Steve Smith! This match could be over right here and now!

Tim May: Close the books on this one. No way is Mayhem going to turn this around.

Steve Smith goes down to the mat and rolls up Mayhem for the pin fall. The referee goes down quickly and begins the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR…NO!

Mayhem kicks out at the very last second, his shoulder barely off the mat. Steve hits the mat in frustration. He gets up and argues with the referee before kicking Mayhem in the gut to keep him on the mat as he is laid out over the steel chair. Smith walks over to the table that he had slid into the ring earlier and slowly begins to set up the table near the corner turnbuckle.

Dan Douglas: This can't be good. Smith is bringing the table into play.

Tim May: I get the feeling he'll be introducing Mayhem to that table very soon.

Smith finishes setting up the table as Mayhem tries to hit him from behind. Smith grabs Mayhem after they exchange shots and picks him up for a sit-out power bomb. Mayhem is slammed down to the mat as Smith stands above, taunting him. He picks up Mayhem and lays him out across the table. Smith goes to the top rope, the over seven foot competitor turning his back from Mayhem and taunting the crowd.

Dan Douglas: NO! He can't do this. Steve Smith, all over seven feet and three hundred and fifty pounds of him is about to go crashing through that table on to Mayhem. The referee should put a stop to this damn fight!

Tim May: Rules are rules and this is completely legal! Deal with it!

As Smith continues to the taunt the crowd, Mayhem gets up from the table and climbs to the second rope. He stands back to back with Steve Smith and tries with all his strength to take Smith down as he struggles to resist. Mayhem finally prevails and sends Smith crashing down through the table with a crucifix power bomb! The crowd roars in approval as Mayhem climbs down to the mat exhausted and falls right down onto Steve Smith's body amidst the table wreckage.

Dan Douglas: AMAZING! Mayhem managed to connect with the Descent to Mayhem! I think he just might have succeeded in putting this match away!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Dan Douglas: MAYHEM HAS DONE IT! He overcame just about every disadvantage in this match for a miraculous upset.

Tim May: He got lucky and that's all there is to it! Steve Smith was bigger and better and he deserved to win this match! It was all a fluke and everybody knows it!

"The Red" by Chevelle begins to play as Mayhem is helped up to his feet by the referee. The crowd cheers in approval as his hands are raised in victory. Mayhem slowly exits the ring and limps his way backstage as the crowd continues to cheer. Back in the ring, Steve Smith has gotten back to his feet and stomps the mat and hits the ropes in frustration, shocked beyond belief at his loss. The referee backs away as Smith exits the rings and walks away with an angry and sore look on his face while the crowd boos.

Dan Douglas: This is shaping up to be a night full of surprises as Mayhem score a devastating and amazing upset over Steve Smith. We'll be right back with more action from War of the Worlds!

Tim May: Yeah let's hope something better is going on backstage than that travesty we just saw in this ring.


BACKSTAGE


Shinzan Valfane marches through one of the back corridors, towards the exit, his back aimed in the direction of the camera. He is marching forward with no objects in his hands, clutching not a single thing, just moving forward with a completely stunned expression on his face, absolutely speechless after what occurred in the ring earlier tonight against Cruze. A general feeling of dread seems to be flowing from his body and the near bye surrounding area as he continues towards the exit. Natalie French now steps into the camera's frame with a microphone stuck out in front of her. She appears very eager and anxious to get a reply from the Order of the Dragon member.

Natalie: Shinzan, Shinzan, I heard you just lost your big match against Orlando Cruze, how do you feel?

Valfane continues to step forward, appearing oblivious to Natalie French, who refuses to give up so easily.

Natalie: Come on Shinzan, at least give me one line, something I could use.

Shinzan stops in his tracks and glares at Natalie in anger.

Shinzan: What you could use is a swift kick in the fucking teeth you stupid bitc.....

Shinzan takes several breaths, calming himself down. He then turns his eyes to a somewhat offended Natalie French, who has taken a step in reverse.

Valfane: You want one line? Here's one for ya, I'm leaving, and I may never come back to this second rate federation. Fuck you, fuck those people, and fuck this establishment!

Valfane turns and makes his way towards the exit once again, storming out of the building as Natalie turns to watch him leave, shocked, as is everyone in the arena over what just occurred.


BACKSTAGE


Silencer paces back and forth in his dressing room, looking to be preparing himself, mentally for the next confrontation, the huge one on one match pitting himself against Killjoy, perhaps his greatest rival to date. He hops up and down a bit shaking his head around and then trembling his arms, trying to make sure he works every muscle a bit before looking down at the ground. The door to the dressing room creaks open now as Robin Brooks strolls in with the Television title over one shoulder while gripping her back from the pain of being put through that table. Both golden belts glisten over the shoulders of Robin, who seems concerned at the sight of Silencer. The Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion freezes, glaring at Robin, who stops a few inches away from him.

Silencer: Robin, what are you doing here?

Robin looks at Silencer in confusion now, not liking the tone of his voice.

Robin: Nice to see you too Simon.

Silencer takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling as he tries to calm himself down.

Silencer: Sorry, Robin, I'm just trying to clear my head a bit before the title match. The biggest match of my entire career pretty much, and I thought you'd be someplace getting medical attention.

Robin: Ironically, that's what I'm here to talk to you about Simon, your match tonight, my pain is irrelevant right now. I'm surprised that you haven't realized, how far this thing has gone over the line. I've been trying to talk to Killjoy for weeks now, about this, but he always does the same thing you do, and turn a cold shoulder to me about it.

Silencer glares at Robin, looking as if he is losing control of his emotions.

Silencer: I thought we already had a conversation about this Robin. I told you to never bring it up again, but here you are, doing it once more. How many times do I have to tell you that my relationship with Killjoy, is beyond the point of repair.

Robin: No, it's never to late to turn back time, and fix what's been damaged. You and Killjoy were friends once, why can't you just put it all aside again and realize the potential that you had as a team. You guys could do anything possible with your heads put together.

Silencer falls quiet for a second as he glares into the face of Robin.

Robin: Before you go out there and risk life and limb, remember who was there for you through all the hard times. Before all this started, Killjoy was right there to help you. Sure things are bad now, but try to remember what you guys had before, the friendship, the camaraderie, the potential.

Robin turns and exits the dressing room as Silencer looks up from the floor, watching her leave, thinking about everything she's said carefully before his eyes turn in the direction of the Annihilation World title belt lying spread across the bench, glistening as the light cascades down upon its polished surface.


JOHNNY KINGDOM © vs. HURSE
THE FINAL SHOWDOWN: FUF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE


Dan: Up next is a match that has been in the making for years. Johnny Kingdom is defending his FUF World Championship against Hurse.

Tim: Hurse has put his career on the line for this one. But it’s okay. When he wins, Johnny Kingdom will never get a shit at his precious title ever again.

Dan: When he wins?

Tim: Come on. Do you honestly think that Johnny Kingdom is better than Hurse? Hurse is going to take that title from Kingdom. And everyone in the world will be saying what the signs all say: Poor Xavier.

The arena lights dim, the fans seated in quiet anticipation, over viewing both the ring and the entryway, growing anxious to see more competition. Finally, like an answer to their prayers, the opening lyrics of “Breaking the Habit” by Linkin Part descend upon them. They turn towards one another in disgust, vocally describing their hatred for the man about to enter their sights. They divert their attention back to the stage where Hurse now strides out upon, his arms outstretched to his sides with his head buried beneath the hood of a sleeveless trench coat. In dark red clothing, the bottom half nearly dragging upon the stage, while the upper shadows the upper portion of his face. A giant H is printed upon the back in a black hue, surrounded by a flaming sun pattern. He starts down the ramp at a slow, brisk pace, moving with a great deal of arrogance in the direction of the ring. The fans bombard him with a variety of chants, the majority of those being of a purely disgusting manner, which merely fuels him. His confidence is overwhelming as he strolls up the steel stairs slowly, a pear of golden tights coming into view beneath his hooded coat. The letter H is posted upon both of the legs of his tights, highlighted by a dragon pattern, which wraps around them. He pulls his hood back and stares out over the fans at the many flashing lights, listening to the crowd broadcast their utter distain over his presence while he slides the trench coat off of his upper body, revealing a thing of dark bands clinging to his wrist. He tosses it aside and then slides through the ropes into the ring, strolling to it\'s center with his eyes aimed upwards at the heavens, his arms extended outward to his sides. He then looks to the entrance way as he jumps up and down. That tantalizing theme, \"Wake Up\", suddenly bursts the seams of the sound speakers, and leaking into a flood of cheers we get a reaction from the fans. Flash bulbs explode as the red curtain that dangles in the entranceway parts, and out steps the Team Leader: JOHNNY KINGDOM. As the fans stand to greet him properly, he smiles, telling everyone that tonight is going to be another fabulous night. His shirt reads POOR XAVIER in bold white letters; his pants are black with gold weaving down either side. No fancy pyrotechnics follow him as he heads down the ramp and into the ringside area - His feet seem to crash down on the rampway as the fans\' cheers pick up even more, the pure weight of his greatness increasing his own weight by pounds and pounds. The Team Leader arrives in front of the ring, and steps to the center of the ring. He pulls of the World Title belt and point to it, looking at Hurse. Kingdom then turns to the fans and raises the belt to them. Hurse charges and lariats him from behind, causes Kingdom to drop the belt. Hurse then throws Kingdom through the middle and top ropes, outside the ring. Hurse grabs the belt before jumping to a corner and raising the belt, to a chorus of boos from the fans.

Dan: Hurse is sending a message to Johnny Kingdom. Let’s get ready for World War 3.

Tim: Oh yeah.

Hurse drops the belt and drops from the corner, signaling for Kingdom to come back in the ring. Kingdom tells Hurse to back up. Hurse grins as he backs up, allowing Kingdom to slide under the bottom rope and get to his feet. They two men circle up before locking up. They push back and forth before pushing off of each other. Hurse grins at Johnny Kingdom and challenges him to come forward again. As they lock up again, Hurse quickly turns it into a side headlock. The Team Leader gets to a rope to push Hurse off. When he pushes, Hurse drops to a knee, stopping the momentum, and hops back to a vertical base, grinding the side headlock. Kingdom lifts Hurse up for a back drop, but Hurse kicks, flips, and lands on his feet, and quickly locks in a reverse waist lock, lifts Kingdom in the air and falls back with a German Suplex. Hurse gets to his feet as Kingdom is on one knee. Hurse locks in a side headlock again, Kingdom charges to the ropes and pushes Hurse off with enough force to get him off this time. Hurse bounces off the ropes and is knocked down by a shoulder block. Kingdom runs to the other ropes as Hurse rolls onto his belly, letting Kingdom pass right over him. Hurse is to his feet and leapfrogs Kingdom, turns, and jumps in the air for a dropkick. Kingdom grabs onto the top rope and stops himself from going into the dropkick. Hurse lands and grabs his back. Kingdom circles around Hurse before spitting in his face. This infuriates Hurse as he jumps to his feet and charges Kingdom who backs to the ropes, and lifts Hurse over the tope rope. Hurse grabs the top rope and lands on his feet outside the ropes. Forearm to the head of Kingdom. Hurse grabs Kingdom’s head, leads him to the corner, and smashes it down. The Team Leader grabs Hurse by the head and drops down, putting Hurse’s throat across the top rope and bouncing him outside the ring.

Dan: What an exchange by these two men. Hurse is on the outside of the ring, grabbing his throat.

Tim: What an exchange? Except for a couple of lucky moves, Hurse has dominated this match so far.

Kingdom slides outside the ring and pulls Hurse to his feet, leans him against the railing, and hits a knife edged chop to his chest. The fans “Whooo” as Kingdom does it again. Kingdom lifts Hurse in the air and drops him, throat first, into the railing. Hurse grabs his throat and the railing., trying to stay on his feet. Kingdom grabs Hurse and rolls him into the ring and follows in. Kingdom locks in a double underhook, jumps, and DDTs. Kingdom does not stop to rest, but quickly gets to his feet and pulls Hurse up as well, locks in a front face lock, lifts him in the air, but throws him on the top rope, hanging him out to dry. He follows up with a knee left to the head of Hurse, knocking him to the outside again. Hurse hits the railing and falls to the floor. Kingdom climbs to the top rope and stands there, waiting for Hurse to get to his feet. Hurse is grabbing the railing, looking away from Kingdom, trying to get to his feet. When he does get up, Kingdom jumps off. Hurse turns around into a double axe-handle to the head. Hurse is on the mat, eyes closed, spread eagle. Kingdom hops to his feet, turns, and drives a boot to the chest of Hurse. Hurse covers in reaction before also getting a boot to his head. Kingdom grabs the railing and begins to land boots to the chest and head of Hurse. It doesn’t stop anytime soon. Kingdom is relentless with the boots. It’s only when the ref counts to 8 that Kingdom stops, rolls into the ring, and then back out to restart the count. Hurse is on all fours. Kingdom smiles as he charges and punts Hurse in the gut, lifting him in the air and back down, Hurse cradling his body. Kingdom pulls Hurse to his feet and rolls him back into the ring and follows back in. Kingdom pulls Hurse to his feet and pulls his head between his legs. Kingdom pulls Hurse up and drops into a pile driver. Kingdom covers for the
1………..
2………..
kickout.
Kingdom rolls to his feet before stomping Hurse in the head. He then pulls Hurse to his feet and locks in a front face lock and pulls him in the air and leave him up there. The fans are cheering as they can see the Exodus Finale coming up. Hurse kicks in the air and spins out of the position behind Kingdom, lands on his feet, and kicks Kingdom straight between his legs. Kingdom drops to his knees quickly as the ref gets into Hurse’s face for a major warning. Hurse drops to a knee and tries to get the cobwebs out. Kingdom rolls to all fours, and Hurse charges and drops a knee to the side of the head of Kingdom. He then lifts The Team Leader’s head and begins to hammer punch him. He puts Kingdom’s head down and begins to choke him, putting his weight into the choke hold. The ref makes his count before pulling Hurse off of Kingdom.

Tim: I love it. Now Hurse is in control of this match. When you talk of control, Hurse is just that. He is deadly when he has his opponent to the mat.

Dan: Look at the ref. He knows how important this match is and is not going to DQ unless he has no other resort.

Tim: If the ref DQed Hurse in this match, his career would be over. But I think the ref’s life would be over faster. No, the ref is doing that for his own safety.

Hurse pulls Kingdom to his feet, front face lock, and lifts him in the air, and drops him on top the the top rope, doing the same thing that Kingdom did to him. Hurse runs to the ropes, bounces off, and lands a knee to the head of Kingdom, putting him to the outside of the ring as well. Hurse follows outside the ring to pulls Kingdom to his feet and throw him to the steel steps. Kingdom pushes himself to his feet. Hurse pulls up the top portion of the steps and charges Kingdom. Kingdom turns around and is nailed in the head with the steps. Hurse then pushes the steps in the air and drops it onto the body of Kingdom. Hurse kicks the steps off of Kingdom before pulling to his feet and locking in a gutwrench. He pulls him in the air and hits a sit down powerbomb. Hurse rolls into the ring and back out, breaking up the count. He then pulls Kingdom to his feet and throws him to the corner post before rolling him back into the ring. Hurse follows in as Kingdom tries to get to his feet. Hurse kicks Kingdom in the gut, pump handles, lifts him in the air, drops to a knee, and lands a backbreaker on Kingdom. Hurse covers
1……….
2……….
………kickout
Hurse is quick to follow up with a headlock on Kingdom, laying flat. Hurse pushes his legs in the air and drops it down before releasing the lock. He jumps to his feet runs to the ropes, jumps to the second rope and moonsaults onto the FUF Champion. He hooks a leg
1……….
2……….
Kickout.
Hurse goes to a knee and begins to pull Kingdom to his feet and positions him into a powerbomb position. Hurse lifts the Team Leader into the air and powerbombs, quickly folding one leg under the other, than steps over and into a Texas Cloverleaf. Kingdom reaches for the ropes, but is in the center of the ring. Kingdom grabs his head in pain, before trying to claw himself to the ropes. Hurse puts one leg to the side before dropping a knee to the back of the head of Kingdom and pulls back harder. Kingdom screams a loud scream before his arms go limp and fall to the mat. The ref steps in there and pulls the arm up and drop it. Kingdom stops it from hitting the mat and lets out another scream as he tries to power out of the cloverleaf. Hurse jerks his head back, putting more pressure onto the hold, forcing Kingdom to collapse once again.

Dan: Things are not looking good for the Team Leader here.

Tim: That’s right. I think we’re about to have a new champion here tonight. Hurse has Johnny Kingdom in that Cloverleaf and there is no escaping at all.

Johnny Kingdom lets out another scream and begins to shake his upper body around. Hurse looks back and tries to keep the hold on. Kingdom is able to slip from under the knee of Hurse and able to turn his body a bit and claw to the ropes, forcing Hurse to break the hold. Hurse steps around, slightly frustrated. Kingdom uses the ropes to get to his feet. Hurse grabs the back of Kingdom’s tights to pull him back and drive a forearm to his lower back. Kingdom goes to his knees very quickly. Hurse pulls Kingdom’s head back into a chin lock before landing some quick punches to his face. He then pulls Kingdom’s arms back before placing a knee to his lower back. Kingdom screams in pain. This motivates Hurse to put more pressure onto his lower back. He kicks his leg back and drives the knee into the lower back of Kingdom again. Kingdom lowers his head before snapping it back as hard as he can, right into the nose of Hurse. Hurse breaks the hold and grabs his face. Kingdom grabs the ropes to pull himself to his feet. When Hurse turns around, he is met with a kick to the gut and a quick DDT. Kingdom grabs his back as he tries to work his way to his feet. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Kingdom charges, Hurse catches him in a side suplex position and quickly turns it into a back breaker by putting his knee under Kingdom’s lower back. Kingdom bounces off the knee and lands on his belly. Hurse jumps in the air, and drives both knees into the back of Kingdom. He then straddles Kingdom, pulls him up, and locks in a Camel Clutch.

Tim: That’s what a real champion does. He is just dissecting Kingdom’s lower back. Once he gets that Legend Lock on, it’s all over. That is, if Kingdom doesn’t pass out first.

Dan: Things don’t leek good for the Champion now. But, we’ve seen him get out of desperate situations before. Don’t count him out, yet.

Tim: Why the hell not? Look at him. It’s almost over, baby.

Hurse jumps in the air and drives his rear into the back of Kingdom. Hurse lets go before pulling Johnny to his feet, locks in a cobra clutch from behind and pulls back and pushes forward. Hurse stays on one knee with a sadistic smile on his face. He pulls Kingdom to his feet and pulls him into a powerbomb position. Hurse lifts Kingdom up, but places him on his shoulder and drops to his knees, driving the power back of Kingdom into Hurse’s shoulder. Hurse does not let go, but goes to one knee again and pushes back to a vertical base before flipping Kingdom over into a dominator/pedigree combo. Hurse rolls Kingdom onto his back and covers
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NO! Shoulder is up at the last possible second. Hurse pushes up to his knees with his hands on his hips, catching his breath. Hurse grabs Kingdom by the head and pulls him to his feet. Without any warning or any signs at all, Kingdom locks in an arm bar and pulls Hurse to the mat and locks in a Crossface.

Dan: OUT OF NOWHERE!!! Kingdom gives Hurse a Lesson in Leadership.

Tim: Where the hell did that come from?

Dan: Kingdom didn’t become the FUF champion for this long time for not knowing where he was in the ring. This is amazing.

Kingdom pulls back with all his might as Hurse tries to reach for the ropes and claw to them. Hurse moves for a moment, but Kingdom pulls back harder, which causes Hurse to stop his progression. Hurse lets out a scream before pulling himself to the ropes again. Hurse reaches with everything he’s got and gets to the ropes with his free arm. Kingdom doesn’t let go of the hold. The ref steps in, but Kingdom won’t let the hold off. Hurse screams before tapping the mat.

Tim: NO! Hurse had the ropes. That tap out doesn’t count.

Dan: You’re right. I think Kingdom is trying to send a message to Hurse. This match is far from over.

The ref makes his count to 5 before grabbing Kingdom again and prying him off of Hurse. Kingdom backs off as Hurse tries to get to his feet. Kingdom blasts off his feet, grabs Hurse’s head, and pulls him into a swinging neck breaker. Hurse grabs his neck and the fans begin to cheer and chant for Kingdom. The Team Leader grabs his back for a moment before trying to push through it and get back to his feet. Hurse is to his feet just as Kingdom is. Johnny kicksd Hurse to the gut, jumps in the air. While in mid air, he pulls Hurse’s arms back into a double underhook and crashes down into a pedigree of his own. Johnny is on his knees, grabbing his back again, before pushing up to his feet again. Hurse is to his knees, Kingsom grabs Hurse by the hair and begins to drags him up and push him to the corner. Kingdom measures with a right hand to the jaw, leaving Hurse leaning in the corner. He lifts Hurse onto the top rope before pulls Hurse onto his shoulder, puts a foot to the first rope to launch himself in the air, and gives Hurse a DVD from that position.

Dan: Johnny Kingdom using his head there. His back can’t take that much now, so he used the ropes to launch off for a Death Valley driver.

Tim: You know, I’m tired of hearing all this Poor Xavier shit from you. Quit being so fucking biased. Hurse is losing everything here. Don’t you understand?!?

Kingdom pulls Hurse to his feet and pulls him to the ropes, reverse, Kingdom to the ropes, Hurse launches Kingdom in the air, step out of the way, and as Kingdom passes Hurse’s arm, Hurse follows with an elbow to the small of the back. Hurse grabs one leg and pulls back while with the other arm pulls Kingdom’s head back with a chin lock. Kingdom reaches for the ropes and crawls to them. He reaches, but this time it’s Hurse who does not let go. The ref jump in there and pulls Hurse off. Hurse gets to his feet and shoves the ref back, complaining on how long it took for him to pull Kingdom off when he got to the ropes. Hurse turns to see that Kingdom is on all fours. Hurse stomps him in the back and kicks him outside of the ring. Hurse follows out and pulls Kingdom up to his feet before picking him up in a slam position. Hurse runs and rams the back of Kingdom into the posts. Hurse doesn’t let go but backs up and rams the back again into the posts. Hurse now drops Kingdom and turns around, pulling up the padding on the floor, exposing the concrete. He pulls Kingdom up and into a gutwrench. He pulls him up for the Absolution into the concrete. Hurse looks at the booing fans and smirks. He rolls to his feet, pulls Kingdom up and rolls him into the ring. Hurse follows and covers Kingdom for the
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shoulder gets up by Kingdom. Hurse looks around, completely frustrated. He then gets to his feet, steps through the ropes and climbs to the top. Hurse opens both arms up before launching himself off the top into a shooting star press leg drop. Hurse covers again, hooking the leg.
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kickout by Kingdom. The fans are on their feet and cheering for Kingdom. Hurse looks around, still frustrated. He then gets to his feet and pulls up the legs on Johnny Kingdom and faces the other way before spinning around and lock in the Legend Lock. Kingdom screams in pain, reaching for the ropes, but nowhere near them.

Tim: YES!!! HE’S GOT ON THE LEGEND LOCK!!! IT’S OVER!!!!

Dan: In the middle of the ring. We may have a new champion here.

Tim: May?!?!? Look in the ring!

As Hurse has the Legend Lock applied, from the back walks out Ingo Shesaki. Hurse looks at him and smirks as he knows that Kingdom is about to tap out. From behind Ingo runs out the Masked Man with a chair. The Masked Man whopples Ingo from behind with the chair and drops him like a bad habit. The Masked Man drops the chair and jumps to the ropes, outside the ring, and points at Hurse. Hurse, still holding the Legend Lock on Kingdom, screams at The Masked Man, asking him what he’s doing here. The Masked Man pulls from behind the mask and pulls it off to show his face. The fans erupt in cheering as Hurse’s jaw drops.

Tim: What the…????

Dan: IT’S PSYCHO! Look at his face!!!

Tim: What the hell is he doing out here??????

Psycho’s face is charred from the flames in his match with Hurse. Psycho screams at Hurse before flipping him off. Psycho puts one leg into the ring. Hurse drops the lock and charges at Psycho. Psycho drops to the mat, outside of the reach of Hurse. Psycho and Hurse begin jaw jacking each other back and forth. The fans begin to erupt in cheering as Johnny Kingdom is making his way back to his feet. Psycho backs away from the ring. Hurse turns around just as Kingdom lands a clothesline to Hurse. He turns around as Hurse gets back to his own feet and charges with another clothesline. Hurse gets to one knee as Kingdom runs and nails him with a high knee lift. Kingdom leans on the ropes, holding his back, fighting through the pain. Hurse rolls to his feet again just as Kingdom nails Hurse with a superkick. The Champion jumps in the air and drops an elbow, hooks a leg for the
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kickout by Hurse. Kingdom pulls Hurse to his feet and throws him to the ropes. He runs to the other ropes, bounces off, jumps in the air and nails a flying forearm on Hurse. Kingdom hops back to his feet and begins to climb to the top. When he gets there, Hurse jumps to his feet and jumps on the top rope, causing Kingdom to lose his balance and rack himself on the turnbuckle. Hurse climbs to the top, and pulls Kingdom up and off with a superplex. Hurse covers for the
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Hurse slowly rolls to his feet and pulls Kingdom up and locks in a front face lock. He lifts Kingdom in the air and falls back into a brainbuster.

Tim: HAHAHA!!! Hurse hits Kingdom with his own move, adding insult to injury. It’s all over now. I love it.

Hurse covers Kingdom and hooks the leg for the
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shoulder up. The fans erupt in cheering and Hurse can’t believe it. He is on his knees looking around. Hurse pulls Kingdom up. Johnny rams a right hand into the gut of Hurse. He gets to both feet and hits him again with a right hand, and then a knee to the gut of Hurse. Single underhook DDT. Kingdom rolls back to his feet, just as Hurse does. Hurse is the first to land a knee to the gut of Kingdom. He throws him to the ropes, charges with a clothesline. Kingdom ducks, bounces off, double clothesline.

Dan: Both men down now. Both giving this match their all. Kingdom, taking so much from Hurse and is still alive here. Hurse, everything on the line in this match. He’s holding nothing back. He had more to lose here than Kingdom does.

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Hurse rolls around and gets to his belly and tries to crawl to the ropes. He looks back at Kingdom who is out on his back.

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Hurse is to his feet, checks with the ref before collapsing in a corner, watching and waiting.

Dan: Kingdom seems to be out. He has 4 seconds to get to his feet. Hurse knows this and is waiting for it.

Tim: Here comes the new champion.

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Kingdom is quick to roll up and grab the ropes

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Kingdom is to his feet. Hurse is now to his feet and charges Kingdom. The Team Leader strikes first with a back elbow then a lariat, putting Hurse to the mat. The Champion hops up and down, getting the blood running once again. Hurse hops to his feet and looks at Kingdom, but staring at each other. Kingdom gets a smirk on his face and signals for Hurse to bring it. Hurse’s eyes widen as he backs up a bit, not knowing what to do. He looks to the fans, and fakes out by charging after that. Kingdom, knowing Hurse too well, answers with a hip toss. Hurse jumps to his feet and it met with a dropkick by Kingdom. Johnny hits the mat,, and grabs his back for a moment, before rolling back to his feet. Hurse backs into a corner, arms out, begging to Kingdom. Kingdom steps in, and Hurse puts a thumb to his eye. Hurse is quick to pull himself to his feet and turns around to pull the padding from the turnbuckle as the ref checks on Kingdom. Hurse turns around and pushes the ref out of the way. He kicks Kingdom in the gut and pulls him to the corner, Kingdom reverses, and Hurse is rammed into the corner. Kingdom pulls Hurse form the corner and locks in a front face lock. He then lifts him in the air and stands there. The fans are on their feet, cameras flashing as Kingdom drops for the Exodus Finale. Kingdom grabs his back for a few moments before pulling Hurse onto his back and covers.
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Tim: NOOOOO!!!!!

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Hurse gets his shoulder up.

Dan: That was so close. Hurse almost lost everything there. Look at Kingdom. He is beside himself.

Kingdom shakes his head and looks around. He then rolls to his feet again and pulls Hurse up once more, front face lock and into the air. He drops down again for the brainbuster. Kingdom grabs his back again in pain before looking around, not covering Hurse at all. He gets to his feet again and pulls Hurse up and hits him once more with the Exodus Finale. Kingdom rolls on top of Hurse once more and hooks the leg.

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Dan: THAT’S IT! KINGDOM WINS!!!

Tim: NO! NO!

Dan: Johnny Kingdom retains the World Title and Hurse goes home… for good. Hurse’s career in the ULW is over.

Tim: Johnny Kingdom uses the exposed corner to hit Hurse with. No. This is a DQ. He needs to restart this match right now. It’s not fair. Not fair.

Johnny Kingdom walks up the ramp way, holding his belt in the air as Hurse goes to his knees, just now realizing what happened. Hurse is going nuts in the middle of the ring. Kingdon just points and laughs at him as he heads up the ramp.



BACKSTAGE


The crowd begins to boo on the inside of the arena as Cid Turner appears upon the camera, standing in the forefront of the lens. A rather pompous, arrogant expression resides upon his face while he looks back and forth. He rubs his wrist, removing the tape and smiling throughout the entire process. The camera pans out slowly, revealing Michelle Blacker gripping a microphone and holding it up to his mouth.

Michelle: Mr. Turner, tonight, we saw you battle General Lawler one on one....

Cid: Don't even say it Michelle, there's no need to scream about my successes. The meeping King of Meeps, knows what he's capable of. Oh yeah.

Cid begins to rock a bit while grinning widely from ear to ear, appearing absolutely enthused over what occurred in the ring earlier tonight.

Michelle: But Cid, unfortunately you only got your win because you grabbed the.....

Cid: What did I just say, it was an absolute pleasure to give General Lawler, the beat down only a man with a bleached blond mustache deserves. Did you see the folds of his fat roll up right when I kicked him in the gut. It was beautiful baby.

Cid continues to grin, rubbing his hands together now at the prospect of the beating that he gave General Lawler, the cause of all of his anger while occupying the Big Brother home.

Michelle: Are you even going to let me ask you about your match earl....

Cid: Enough flattering me Michelle, I get it everywhere I go, especially from the foxy ladies.

General Lawler suddenly drives a forearm shot into the upper back of Cid, knocking him forward and onto the ground. General now steps in and begins to stomp him repeatedly in anger. Appearing absolutely furious it seems. He continues to lay into him with hard boot stomps as Cid tries to cover up, rolling onto his back in the process.

Lawler: You want to punk me out Cid, I'll do the same thing to you, you wheezily little son of a bitch.

Lawler continues to stomp him when security steps in, grabbing him around the arms and dragging him off of Turner, who rolls onto his back with a very confused, baffled expression upon his face, as if he has no idea what just happened. He finally spots Lawler and spits at him as the General tries to break free and get at him once again, only to continue to be restrained by security.


BACKSTAGE


Silencer is starting down the corridor leading to the ring still thinking about what Robin said to him earlier as he continues forward. He has the Annihilation World Heavyweight title resting over his shoulder, glimmering as he steps under each light leading down the long hallway. He progresses forward, physically as well as mentally, as his thoughts only continue to eat away at him. Walking in the other direction, strides Johnny Kingdom, strolling to the back after his successful title defense. He turns with the FUF World Championship resting over his shoulder as he glares at Simon, who stops walking as he spots Johnny glaring at him.

Silencer: Hey, congrats on the successful title defense, Johnny, finally shut Hurse up for good huh?

Johnny doesn't smirk, only continues to look on intensely as he moves towards Simon slowly, getting a few inches from his face. Cagero looking a tad bewildered.

Johnny: How dare you, sir, how dare you talk to me about something as trivial as my title match against Hurse, when you've got Killjoy in the ring next. Your set to face a man that you and I, both, despise with a passion, that's where your head should be.

Simon nods his head, realizing that what Kingdom is saying is the absolute truth.

Kingdom: Come on Simon, I'm not going to be pleased until I see him a bloody mess in that ring, at your hands, until I know that he's got nothing left. You've got to finish this like a man Silencer, don't listen to that voice in the back of your head, called mercy, you just do what you have to do, in order to end this.

Silencer continues to nod his head, in absolute deep thought. Kingdom gets up right next to his ear, so that Silencer can hear him clearly.

Johnny: In the words of Apollo Creed, I want you to knock that mother fucker out.

Silencer slowly turns his head to face Johnny, both men getting eye to eye, realizing the importance of the match against Killjoy that is next. Johnny takes a few steps in reverse, before turning away from Silencer and then making his way down the hallway. Silencer turns around to stare at the curtains leading to the ring, a very enthused look manifesting upon his face.


SILENCER © VS. KILLJOY
NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS: ANNIHILATION WORLD TITLE MATCH


Dan: Ladies and Gentlemen, after all that has transpired here tonight, the time has come for the main event.

The camera switches to the ring where the pillars supporting the X-Cables, which will be crossed one over the other above the ring. The World Heavyweight title belt already shimmering as it hangs from the center of them. The ropes are currently being replaced with barb-wire, and the turnbuckles are being fitted with light tubes.

Tim: Although I'm not particularly thrilled that an Annihilation match is headlining this payperview, I am going to enjoy witnessing Silencer and Killjoy absolutely, positively, destroy one another for the title.

Dan: The Annihilation gold will be on the line in a match that has been building for months now, ever since Paranoia, this feud has only continued to pick up steam, becoming more heated than we could ever imagine.

In the background we can hear dramatic music playing in the background as we see Silencer with the Annihilation World Heavyweight title over his shoulder, standing face to face with Killjoy in the ring. The images look a bit hazy, faded almost as both men stare eye to eye, Mark Comeau standing in the background.

Killjoy: "Let me get this straight. You are thanking these people. These same people who turned their back on Damien because he started losing matches.

Silencer is shown at first coming to the ring with the World title belt, the images in black and white, looking rainy as he stares around at the fans, thanking them for giving him the proper motivation to win the World title. It cuts to images of him when he use to go under the name Damien, being pinned by Nathan Creed, as well as being forced to tap out by Orlando Cruze, the crowd booing in the background. We see Killjoy and Silencer in the ring once again as the music gets even more dramatic.

Killjoy: The same people who booed Silencer for standing with LivEviL. The same people who have had nothing but disrespect for you since you set foot through those doors.

The scene flashes back to Damien and Killjoy standing in the ring, both men complaining about what transpired involving Ravnos and a pit of acid. We now witness Damien and Killjoy involved in a number of tag matches, teaming along side one another, and battling their oppositions. More images flood the screen relating to the current World Champion and Killjoy standing side by side as they walk through the curtains. We come back to Killjoy continuing his tirade in the ring, glaring into the face of the World Champion Silencer, who seems to be growing incredibly annoyed.

Simon, I've known you for a long time and I know that you do not want to thank these people for helping you, believing in you, just because you won that belt. If there is anyone in this place that you should be thanking, it is me."

Killjoy is shown talking to Ravnos and Hunter in the back, implying to both men that Silencer is going to join the Gathering, that they're going to help him win the title from Orlando at War of the Worlds. We witness Simon now receiving the mysterious phone call, informing him that his daughter had been taken. He helps to screw over Orlando in his match against AWOL, before being hit with the Rock Bottom by Cruze, slamming him down to the canvas viciously across his back. Killjoy and the Gathering are also shown, clapping their hands on the stage after Silencer's victory in the ring in the triple threat number one contendership.

Killjoy: You see Silencer, if it wasn't for me taking that which was most precious to you, you would never have gotten the motivation to win that belt that you have now. You would never have gotten off your ass and beaten Orlando Cruze if it wasn't for me.

Silencer and Orlando Cruze are featured battling it out in the main event of Retribution, in an epic battle for the Annihilation World Heavyweight title. The images are once again grainy, provided in older style footage. We see Silencer counter a rock bottom into the Break the Silence, and then witness him getting hit with the Cruze Missile. Silencer is shown being held in the Defcon 5 before reaching the ropes after an agonizing struggle. The music picks up in intensity in the background as Killjoy, Hunter and Ravnos are shown in the crowd. Killjoy lifts Silencer's daughter into the air, placing her on top of his shoulder, distracting Orlando long enough to be hit with the Twisted Mind and pinned. The crowd is going nuts as Simon celebrates, Jade bringing him his World title belt. He grabs her and holds her up in the air as his eyes center upon a smiling Killjoy in the crowd. The World Champion and Killjoy are shown in the ring once more.

Killjoy: I am the one who gave you what you needed and all I ask is for one of two things. One is to take your rightful place with The Gathering and rule over these idiots; or you can give me my rightful shot at that belt."

Once again, images of Silencer are shown hitting the superkick on Cruze and getting the pin shortly there after before returning to both men standing in the ring. A moment of extreme tension passes between Silencer and Killjoy, as Simon debates his response, thinking about. The images of him and Killjoy in the back, talking and planning out their attack as members of LivEvil are shown once again.

Silencer: "LivEviL was a failed experiment, its purpose was to fan your ego and help you gain this. You goal was to become the ULW heavyweight champion by any means and now it has backfired on you. Silencer is the champion now, not Killjoy. So you try to bring me to your side so that you have control over the belt. I will not take up your offer and if you even come near me or my daughter again, you will be silenced just like Orlando."

Killjoy looks away from Silencer with a very disgusted expression on his face. He now attacks Silencer, savagely assaulting him as Mark Comeau steps in and tries to physically pull them apart. He too is attacked for his actions, receiving a DDT straight into the canvas for his actions, being planted hard into the canvas. These images replay numerous times as Killjoy marches away from the ring, keeping his eyes upon a bloodied Silencer.

Today you told me that I'd hate you forever
I can't believe what's really going on
Somehow I knew that you felt guilty for something
But tell me why you do this to me
Today you told me that I'd hate you forever
I can't believe that you'd wreck my life

Silencer is shown winning the World title once again before staring to the outside of the ring at a smirking Killjoy alongside the rest of the Gathering. Killjoy and Damien are shown standing over Hurse and Curtis Jack after a tag team victory together, before shifting into imagery of Silencer and Killjoy standing face to face in the ring, about to destroy one another.

I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside
It's never staying, losing close friends
I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies
I've gone insane, losing close friends

Killjoy avoids a superkick from Silencer, causing him to strike Orlando straight to the chin. Silencer looks on as if he can't believe what he just did, before his eyes shift towards a laughing Killjoy on the outside of the ring. The images continue to pick up in intensity, and violence, now showcasing Killjoy assaulting the back of Silencer in the 6 man tag before switching into shots of him, damaging his arm in the Champions vs. Challengers the week prior to the PPV. We see Killjoy and Mark Comeau, battling in a bloody campaign in the center of the ring as Silencer enters and almost costs him the match, only for Killjoy to recover and walk away victoriously, with his shot at the gold.

I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside
It's never staying, losing close friends
I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies
(lies)
I've gone insane, losing close friends

Silencer is featured making the challenge for War of the Worlds now, the huge one on one confrontation, changing from a singles match, to what promises to be a sick, Nightmare Before Christmas exchange. Silencer is shown receiving the mysterious phone calls before he slams his cell phone down and helps to cost Cruze his match, Killjoy ultimately being revealed as the master behind this manipulation. Silencer is shown hitting a dive from the ring, straight onto Killjoy in the crowd.

I was betrayed, how can you say that you feel sorry inside
It's never staying, losing close friends
I've gone away, you make me stay but I can't tell it from lies
I've got insane, losing close friends

Killjoy is featured giving Silencer a low blow before hitting him with the Reality. He stands over him now with the World title belt hanging from his grasp as the music hits several deep chords. He glares at the championship with a devious expression on his face, and then back down at Silencer. Images of Silencer being choked with a chain are shown, before cutting to Simon diving into the crowd at Killjoy. We finally see Killjoy and Damien making their way down a long corridor, side by side, before switching to them standing triumphantly together in the ring.

Losing Close Friends
(Repeats)

The show comes back to the ring, where the fans seem overly excited for the next match up.

Tim: Man, that video package pretty summed it all up.

Dan: Are you kidding me, it didn't even begin to do justice, for just how huge this World Heavyweight title match is.

A fast guitar riff begins to speed out through the arena's sound system. After a few seconds it is joined with a cymbal beats till a voice rings out to the crowd.

"Jump Da Fuck Up "

"Jump Da Fuck Up" By Slipknot & Soulfly begins to power through the speakers and into the air. The crowd begins to boo as The Gathering makes their way out onto the stage. Except only one member of The gathering makes his way to the stage. Killjoy extends his arms to his sides in the classic crucifix pose. After a moment Killjoy makes his way through the hail of boos the crowd slings upon him. Killjoy slides into the ring and raises his arms once again in a crucifix pose before sitting down in the nearest corner of the ring before his match begins

Dan: And here is the odious challenger for the World title, a man who I respect about as much as you Tim.

Tim: The feeling is mutual. But I like Killjoy, I think he's the perfect inside guy to help weaken Annihilation enough, just so that it can be destroyed.

Dan: Well, chances are, he's going to have a hard time of doing something like that, especially when Silencer is involved as the opposition. We know that Silencer has promised to give it his absolute all tonight, to battle through the pain, through the horror, and through the agony, until he emerges victorious, still, Annihilation World Heavyweight Champion.

Tim: Stop with the damned drama already.

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. "Bridge to Cross by Black Label Society 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 ramp way starts up again. He takes off his long coat, and sets it on the stairs, and 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. He now climbs into the ring, head lowered; waiting for the match to begin, his eyes raise to glare at Killjoy, the ring full of an abundant flow of tension.

Dan: Look at Silencer, I haven't seen this man this focused in ages.

Tim: Well focused, or un-focused, or semi focused, will not provide Simon with the necessary abilities, to walk away victorious from this sure to be bloody affair.

Dan: Simon has been a great World Champion Tim, he's been a fighting Champion as well. He survived a grueling, almost hour long battle against AWOL a few weeks ago on Annihilation, and let's not forget who he beat for the title, outlasting a very game, Orlando Cruze. So he's got the stamina, and the ability to survive.

Tim: Stamina means nothing, it's all about a man's pain threshold, and his endurance, those are the factors that will help propel them to victory tonight.

Dan: Um, that's the same thing as stamina.

Tim: Oh. Well I still think Silencer's going to lose, with a last name like Cagero, how the hell does he expect to be one bit prosperous.

Simon and Killjoy stare across at one another in the center of the ring, stepping forward and getting nose to nose. They are breathing heavily, they're faces twitching with anger at the sight of one another. The fans are all going nuts at the sight of both individuals glaring into one another's eyes. As the official stands back, his job involving nothing more than to watch whomever comes down with the title belt in their grasp. He turns and calls for the bell, everyone standing up and going nuts as Silencer and Killjoy immediately begin to smack talk now, really getting into a verbal exchange with one another. Killjoy lifts his hand into the air and slaps Silencer across the side of his face know, causing Simon to lower his head and look away from the challenger for the Annihilation World title. Killjoy has a somewhat disgusting grin on his face, breathing intensely. Silencer turns around suddenly and throws a forearm shot into the side of Killjoy's face to a huge reaction, causing him to stumble backwards a bit from the blow, looking a bit stunned by the viciousness of the collision. Silencer steps in, throwing right hand after right hand into his chin, the blows knocking him backwards with his arms flailing in utter shock. Silencer pulls his hand back and delivers a vicious knife edge chop across the chest of Killjoy, followed by another blow, and then a third, the chops sounding throughout the arena and causing the former European Champion to shout in pain with each shot. Silencer kicks Killjoy to the gut now and grabs him by the hair, dragging him in the direction of the barb wire ropes, pulling his head back and trying to drag him face first down into the top one. Killjoy sticks his hands out though, wrapping them around the top rope, keeping his head from connecting with the barb wire. He grinds his teeth however as the palms of his hands are sliced up by the barb wire, finally turning his body drastically as he drives his knee directly into the gut of Silencer. Cagero turns away from Killjoy, grimacing as the air seems to have been knocked from his lungs. Killjoy steps up behind him and delivers a double axehandle to his upper back, almost knocking Silencer down to the canvas, yet he remains standing. Killjoy now steps to his side and then rushes in, delivering a knee lift straight to his face. The crowd groans the brutality of the blow which knocks Silencer sideways and through the barb wire ropes. He crashes onto the outside mats across his back, grabbing his forehead with a hard thud, having avoided the barb wire by a few inches. He begins to stand up on the outside slowly, getting into a crawling base. He reaches under the ring slowly, grabbing a hold of something as Killjoy steps to the center of the ring, his hand placed to his forehead, appearing upset by the shots to his face by Simon. He turns around to face Silencer, who has risen to his feet, leaning side first against the apron while continuing to move an object from under the ring. Killjoy rushes at him quickly, diving through the barb wire now with a diving suicide head butt. Silencer lifts a steel chair into the air, slamming it into the face of Killjoy as he flew at him. The crowd goes nuts as Killjoy collapses onto his chest and stomach, grabbing his forehead as Silencer falls backwards into the apron, leaning on it for support. The crowd is on its feet, already starting a chant of holy shit as Killjoy lies on the mats, holding his forehead and shouting in pain.

Dan: Oh, sweet Jesus, this match is already getting off to a chaotic start, Silencer utilizing a steel chair on the cranium of Killjoy, as he attempted that diving head butt.

Tim: That was sick, it almost made me as disgusted as when I saw the film Steel Magnolias.

Killjoy rolls over onto his hands and knees, beginning to stand up in front of the barricade. He grabs a hold of it, pulling himself upwards and turning around to face Silencer, still gripping his forehead after that chair shot. Silencer rushes in quickly and jumps into the air, swinging around with his legs, connecting with a spinning heel kick to the face of Killjoy, that knocks both men over the barricade and into the sea of humanity. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of this once again, clearing out of both men's way. They continue to go insane as Silencer rests on his hands and knees, beginning to stand up as Killjoy gets into a crawling position. He begins to stand up as does Silencer, still holding his forehead after that vicious chair shot he took while diving through the barb-wire ropes. Killjoy stands up and approaches one of the fans, who are going nuts, Silencer slams his foot on the canvas, preparing for the Twisted Mind. He steps forward as Killjoy turns around in order to hit him with the superkick. Killjoy grabs the fan however and pulls them in front of him, hitting the spectator with the superkick on accident. The blow knocks the fan down to the concrete as Silencer looks down at them in shock over what he just did. Killjoy grabs the chair the fan was sitting on as he turns around and throws it with all of his might directly into the face of Simon. The collision is brutal, the blow echoing throughout the arena as Simon collapses onto his back, grabbing his forehead after the tremendous impact. Killjoy steps towards him the World Heavyweight Champion, beginning to stomp him to the forehead and the chest repeatedly. He reaches down, sliding his hands into the hair of Silencer, pulling him upwards slowly. As Silencer gets to his feet, still gripping his forehead, Killjoy throws a forearm shot into the side of his face, almost knocking him out of his shoes. Killjoy grabs Silencer by the wrist now and whips him with all of his strength in the direction of the steel barricade, sending him charging in with a huge burst of speed. Silencer turns however, reversing the wrist lock and instead sending Killjoy charges at the steel barricade. He turns around and crashes into it hard back first, one arm falling over it as he begins to shout in pain at the top of his lungs as he lowers down slowly. Silencer takes a step in reverse, looking around at the fans, turning around to check on the crowd member he knocked out with his superkick before turning back around to face Killjoy. He charges at him rather quickly when Killjoy steps forward, catching him under both arms and dropping backwards. The fans are absolutely stunned as Silencer flips over, crashing into the steel barricade after being hit with a belly to belly suplex. He slams into the barricade violently across his back and then collapses onto the exposed concrete across the back of his head as the entire arena grimaces, all of them grabbing their mouths in utter shock over what they just witnessed. The entire barricade almost falls over as many of the excited fans begin another wave of holy shit chants at the top of their lungs. Killjoy rolls over onto his chest and stomach, shaking his head and reaching for his spine slightly while Silencer continues to be spread across his stomach, kicking his legs. The pain coursing through his spine seems to be excruciating, as he places his hand to his kidney area.

Tim: Wow, this match is only like 5 minutes in, and we already see something that disturbing transpire.

Dan: Killjoy is an absolute madman, that move into the barricade could have broke the neck of Silencer.

Tim: Hahaha, yeah, that would be kind of funny.

Dan: That's not what I was implying.

Killjoy grabs Silencer around the jaw, pulling him to his feet and then dragging him up into the air with a gorilla press almost. He drops Silencer down hard chest first into the barricade, Simon bouncing off and turning away from it. He places both hands to his chest, grinding his teeth as he steps back towards the sea of humanity. Killjoy approaches him and grabs the back of his head, as well as his pants, turning him around to face the barricade once again before rushing him at it with as much speed as he can muster. He throws Silencer like he were a long dart straight into the barricade head first. A small portion of it buckles around the body of Silencer, collapsing forward onto the mats surrounding the ring as Silencer spills across it. He holds his noggin, looking to be in a lot of pain as he kicks his legs. Killjoy looks around at the crowd methodically, the fans having to be restrained by security, keeping them from entering the ring now that a portion of the barricade has been knocked down. Simon holds his forehead and his spine as Killjoy steps towards him slowly, taking his time. He grabs Silencer around the jaw, pulling him up onto his feet and dragging him towards the ring now, where there are literally hundreds of toys to further inflict damage upon the World Heavyweight Champion. Killjoy rolls Silencer into the ring under the barb-wire ropes before leaning forward and grabbing the banner hanging from the apron. He lifts it into the air and reaches under the ring now, dragging out a table. The crowd has a mixed reaction, absolutely astonished that Killjoy is bringing a table into this match already, when there are so many weapons already inside of the ring that can be used. He begins to set up the table now, placing it in a perfect position right beside the ring before looking up at the world title belt hanging from the X cables, putting on a disturbing grin. Killjoy jumps onto the apron now as Silencer stands up inside of the ring, gripping his lower back. He turns around to face the barb-wire ropes that his challenger is standing on the opposite side of. He now reaches over the ropes and grabs Silencer around the head, standing him up and placing him in a front facelock, preparing to suplex him over and through the table at ringside. The fans are all standing, wondering if he's going to hit it or not when Silencer pulls his head free suddenly and spins around. He wraps his arm around the neck of Killjoy and drops onto his posterior, hitting him with a stunner onto the barb-wire ropes. The fans are absolutely stunned, cupping their mouths as Killjoy's head bounces off the barb-wire rope, immediately wrapping his hands around his face and shouting in pain. He keeps from tumbling to the outside of the ring as he places both hands over his forehead, which is already lacerated, blood beginning to dribble down his face. A bewildered expression has befallen his face as Silencer stands up slowly and now rushes at the barb-wire ropes running perpendicular to the ones Killjoy is standing on the opposite side of. He jumps into the air, landing on the middle one feet first and springing off. He turns in mid-air now and connects with a dropkick to the side of Killjoy, knocking him off the apron. He turns and smacks into the table he set up earlier, across his face and chest, yet the wooden mass fails to break. Instead he bounces off and collapses onto his back, while Silencer lands on the canvas upon his elbows and knees, reaching for his spine immediately as his eyes shift upwards to the World Heavyweight title belt above his head.

Dan: It appears as if Silencer is looking to end this thing relatively quickly, he seems prepared to go up top and capture the World title belt.

Tim: He can't, not yet, not yet. This thing cannot be over this quickly.

Silencer stands up, beginning to approach the turnbuckle, while gripping his back in tremendous pain after being belly to belly suplexed into the barricade earlier. He climbs up onto the top rope, trying his best not to touch the sharp barbs in the process before getting both feet beneath him. He turns around to face the title, looking up at the gold as Killjoy begins to stand up on the outside of the ring, leaning against the apron with blood running down his face. Silencer jumps into the air, wrapping his hands around one of the cables and beginning to climb, hand over hand across it towards his World title belt, the fans feeling that the time is near already, everyone standing and watching closely as Simon gets closer and closer to the championship. Killjoy steps up onto the apron and rises to his feet now, grabbing the top barb-wire cable and glaring at Silencer as he nears the World title belt. Silencer reaches out, his hand wrapping around the gold when Killjoy springs up onto the barb-wire covered top rope and springs off. He dives forward and connects with a front dropkick to the leg of Silencer, to the shock of everyone in the arena, causing Simon to release the cable and flip over forward. He comes crashing down violently upon the canvas across the back of his head and upper spine, immediately sitting up and unleashing a roar of pain. He clinches his fist as his eyes fill with anguish after collapsing into the ring with such violent impact. Killjoy rolls over onto his knees upon the canvas, still bleeding from the head after being given the variation of the stunner into the top rope, the palms of his hands also bleeding as well. The fans are still cheering after they saw the force of the dropkick which caused Silencer's forward flip and subsequent collision with the canvas. Killjoy steps towards Silencer, stomping him to the back of the head, and then doing it once again. Silencer remains in the seated position as Killjoy steps backwards and then moves in quickly, dropping down and delivering a brutal knee straight into his lower spine. Silencer begins to flop up and down, rolling across the canvas as he reaches for his back, which has to be causing him incredible grief. Killjoy rises back to his feet and grabs Silencer by the hair now, dragging him up onto his knees and then pointing at the barb-wire ropes, causing the crowd to begin booing as loud as they can. He now drags Silencer across his knees towards the ropes. He continues to drag him when Silencer suddenly stands up, getting around behind the back of Killjoy, placing both hands to his spine and pushing him forward into the barb-wire ropes. Killjoy charges in and spins around, hitting them back first, following with a huge roar of pain, the barbs digging through his shirt, deeply into his spine. Killjoy's eyes almost bulge from his eyes after hitting the ropes as Silencer remains standing in front of him, charging in now with a head of steam. Killjoy steps away from the ropes and drops to the canvas, reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around the ankle of Silencer, drop toe holding him face first into the middle barb-wire rope. Simon bounces off of it forehead first and begins to immediately go into convulsions, flopping around on the canvas while gripping his torn flesh. He gets onto his knees, pushing himself up onto them as he takes his hands away from his face, a gash having been open in his forehead. Killjoy rises to his feet, the back of his short torn as he approaches Silencer as quickly as his already battered body will allow. Killjoy grabs Silencer by the hair, dragging him towards the barb-wire ropes, placing his face to the middle rope now and placing his knee to the back of his head. Killjoy grabs the top rope, making sure to avoid the barbs as he shoves Silencer's face into the middle rope as hard as he can. The fans are squealing, putting their hands over their mouths and turning away in disgust as Silencer kicks his legs, the skin on his head being torn away by the barb-wire. The referee steps in, trying to tell Killjoy to stop it, only for the former European Champion to spin around, threatening to slug him in the face. The official turns away as Silencer now rises onto his knees, his face gushing blood tremendously after having been placed against the middle rope for so long and with such force. Killjoy turns back around to face Simon, grabbing him by the hair and placing his forehead to the middle barb-wire rope once again. This time he places both feet to the back of his head, standing up on top of it while holding the top one, pushing his face down into the barbs, cutting up his face. Silencer reaches up, grabbing the barb-wire and trying to pull it away from his face as the crowd screams in shock over what they are witnessing.

Tim: Man, this is sickest, most depraved thing I've ever witnessed, Killjoy pushing Silencer's face into the barb-wire with so much pressure.

Dan: This is appalling.

Killjoy continues to push on the face of Silencer before stepping off his head. Simon rolls onto his back, blood gushing down his face now, having been completely cut open by the barb-wire as Killjoy steps away from him. He still has a gash in his scalp from that stunner, causing blood ro race down his face. Silencer lies on his side with blood already flushing his face completely as Killjoy stomps him to the back of the head now and grabs him by the hair, dragging him to his feet. He pulls Silencer over onto his knees first and now stomps him directly to the forehead with a hard shot before taking a step to his side. He moves in now and connects with a brutal, stiff knee straight to the face of Silence, causing him to remain in a kneeling position but with a very dazed expression upon his bloody face. Killjoy turns away from Silencer now and approaches one of the trash cans set up in the corner, diagonal to the one with light tubes set up in the corner. He grabs a hold of the can now, lifting it up and looking down inside of it with a sickening expression on his face. He turns around to face Silencer now, beginning to approach him while causing some of the objects to spill from the can, thumbtacks and chucks of glass mostly. He lifts the can up in the air in front of him as he approaches the dazed Silencer, who suddenly jumps into the air and connects with a vicious spinning heel kick straight into the trash can, driving it into the face of Killjoy. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as they hear the brutal impact, which causes Killjoy to fly backwards and spill back first across the thumbtacks that spilled out of the can. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this as Killjoy rolls across the canvas, and under the barb-wire ropes, spilling to the outside of the ring. Both feet hit the mats as he stumbles towards the announce table, dropping into it and leaning against it's surface with a far off look in his eyes, blood really trickling down his face now. He reaches around behind his back, trying to remove some of the thumbtacks which punctured his skin, the crowd cheering at the sight of what they just witnessed. Silencer rises to his feet slowly, seemingly not even caring that this is ample time to reach the title, instead he steps towards one of the turnbuckles, void of light tubes and jumps into the air, landing feet first on top of it. Killjoy steps away from the announce table, still holding his face when Silencer dives off the top of the turnbuckle and flips forward, straight into a senton, which connects brutally with Killjoy. Knocking both men down to the mats with a hard vicious impact, the crowd beginning to cheer, seeing that Simon is willing to put his body through anything in order to inflict more damage upon Killjoy. Simon sits up with blood running down his face, some of it fresh and some of it already drying as he stares around at the cheering fans, everyone of them putting their hands together. Killjoy rolls over sideways onto his hands and knees, with blood dripping from his face and spilling across the mats. He begins to stand up slowly as Silencer does as well, looking a little faint due to the loss of blood. He stumbles around behind the back of Killjoy, who is slowly pulling himself up by utilizing a set of ring steps, leaning against them for support. Silencer rushes at him with a great burst of speed and now jumps into the air, grabbing Killjoy by the back of the head and dragging him down face first into the ring steps with a huge facebuster directly into the corner of one of the steps. Killjoy's face bashes into the stairs violently as he drops onto his knees now, a huge wound having been opened in his hair line, sending even more blood gushing down his face.

Dan: Oh my God! This match is just getting way too sick, way too fast.

Tim: There may be nothing left of either of these two men after this match has concluded, and wouldn't that just be fantastic?

Silencer rises to his feet slowly as Killjoy has fallen side first into the apron with a very battered, lost look in his eyes, blood flowing down his face and dripping to the canvas. He rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, pushing himself up onto the points of his elbows as a stream of blood drops from his forehead and collects across the canvas beneath his head. He begins to crawl across the ring towards one of the turnbuckles as Silencer grabs something out from under the ring now. The fans are astonished, everyone standing up in shock as Simon removes a ladder.

Tim: Hold on a second, if I'm not mistaken, I thought we already saw a ladder match tonight.

Dan: Well, that's not stopping Silencer from bringing one into this contest. If you think about it, it's a genius move, seeing as it would involve not having to climb those X cables whatsoever. If he can just set the ladder up, and climb it, he can reach the title a whole lot easier.

Tim: Yeah, but Silencer's probably not thinking about that, he just wants to use that ladder to inflict damage.

Silencer slides the ladder into the ring underneath of the barb-wire ropes, once again stumbling around a bit with blood continuing to flow down his features. He now slides in himself, as Killjoy pulls himself up in one of the corners, standing up straight with his back pressed against it. A very far off look resides in his eyes, not appearing to know where he is as Silencer spots this, backing into the diagonal corner now. The crowd begins to cheer as Silencer rushes across the ring, picking up a tremendous amount of speed and then diving forward with a spear. Killjoy suddenly steps out of the corner, revealing that he was blocking the sight of a grouping of light tubes in the corner. Silencer slams into them face and shoulder first, all of them busting into a thousand pieces around his body before he spills through the barb-wire ropes and onto the apron, his entire face slashed up now by the chunks of glass. The fans are on their feet now, regaling the home audience with another wave of "HOLY SHIT" chants. Silencer lies on the apron upon his side with blood absolutely flowing from his head and shoulder, a small piece of glass stuck in his skin here and there.

Tim: Wow, that was absolutely brutal, but perfectly planned by Killjoy.

Dan: I cannot believe what I just witnessed, that was absolutely disgusting.

Silencer continues to lie on his side, his face covered in a thick layer of blood now, with even more pouring down his body. Killjoy crawls to the center of the ring, rising onto his knees with an incredibly dazed look in his eyes, blood smeared across his features. His eyes dart upwards to the World title belt hanging above his head, aching to be pulled down. Killjoy rises to his feet, staggering as he now approaches one of the turnbuckles. He grabs the trash can set up in this corner, throwing it across the ring and allowing all the objects to spill out of its interior, including thumbtacks and shards of glass. He pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle, making sure to avoid the barbs protruding from the surface of the ring ropes. He grabs the large pole which one of the X cables are tied to and now jumps into the air. He wraps his hands around the cable and begins to pull himself across it in the direction of the Annihilation World title belt, shimmering brightly. The crowd begins to scream for Silencer to get up, to stop this before it's too late. Killjoy pulls himself closer and closer to the World title belt, which is now only a few short inches away from him. Silencer rolls under the barb-wire ropes into the ring, blood gushing from his face and spilling to the canvas as he pushes himself up into a crawling position, seemingly not even knowing where he is anymore. Killjoy gets closer and closer to the cable, the rest of his body hanging over the ring and slowing him down as he glares at the Championship belt. Silencer climbs up the turnbuckle on the opposite side of him now, getting up it slowly, forgetting about the ladder he dragged into the ring earlier. He climbs as quickly as his frame will allow, getting to the top rope and then jumping into the air, grabbing a hold of the X Cable, beginning to pull himself across it now. Killjoy, due to massive blood loss has slowed down as he now begins to pull himself a little closer to the title belt, his arms looking to barely have the strength to support him. Killjoy is within arms length of the gold though, reaching out for it, trying to wrap his hand around the championship as Silencer climbs to the other side of the gold. He gets both feet into the air and drives them into the gut of Killjoy, almost making him lose his balance. He lifts his feet into the air and drives them into the gut of the challenger for his title a second time. Killjoy somehow keeps his hands wrapped around the cable though as he lifts his feet into the air and connects with a kick straight to the gut of the World Champion, almost causing him to collapse to the ring below. One of Silencer's hand let go of the cable, almost falling to the canvas below before he lifts both legs into the air, wrapping them around the neck of Killjoy. The fans are shocked, shaking their heads as Silencer releases the cable and falls down to the canvas, pulling Killjoy off as well with a hurricarana. Killjoy flips over, crashing across the canvas upon his back as Simon spills to the ring as well. The entire arena is on its feet now, jumping up and down, going absolutely nuts over what they just witnessed.

Fans: UL-Dub, UL-Dub, UL-Dub!

Dan: Ohhhh, that was incredible!

Tim: Are my eyes lying to me, or did Silencer actually just hurricarana Killjoy off the X Cables?

The fans are still going nuts over what they just witnessed as both the Champion and Challenger now lie on the canvas, motionless after that tremendous move. Silencer is the first to begin moving, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, his face entirely covered in blood, with faint traces of paint still existing beneath it. He rises to his feet and almost falls over now while the crowd is still going bonkers over the incredible move they just witnessed. Killjoy has begun to stir as well somehow, rolling over onto his chest and stomach, beginning to try and push himself up, but to no avail. Silencer approaches one of the turnbuckles with light tubes arranged around it. He begins to untie the strap holding the light tubes in place, doing it just enough to be able to slide one of them out of the roping. He holds it tightly as he turns around to face Killjoy, who is standing up slowly, his face becoming a crimson river. Killjoy gets both feet beneath him, staggering and stumbling, not having the fondest clue where he is. He throws a right, and then a left, shadow punching things in a disorientated fashion before turning around to face Silencer, who steps in and busts the light tube straight across Killjoy's face, swinging it like a baseball bat. Glass flies in all different directions as Killjoy is taken off of his feet, collapsing onto his back, looking completely out of it now. Glass litters the canvas on all sides of his head, which is oozing blood, spilling from every portion of his face now it seems. Silencer collapsed onto the canvas after hitting him in the face with the light tube, resting upon his hands and knees, trying to shake off the effects of everything his body has been put through thus far in this brutal World title match. Silencer rises to his feet, his knees almost buckling as he turns in the direction of the laid out Killjoy. He grabs him around the hair, dragging him up onto his knee slowly and now throwing a right into his forehead, followed by another shot. He pulls an almost lifeless Killjoy to his feet now and backs him up in the direction of one of the turnbuckles, utilizing all of the strength in his minature frame to hoist perhaps his greatest rival into the air, sitting him on the top rope. Killjoy almost falls over as Silencer has to work to stabilize him, beginning to climb the barb-wire ropes now. He steps up over the trash can that was knocked on its side by Killjoy, with thumbtacks and glass littering the canvas around it. Silencer pulls himself up onto the top rope, making sure to avoid the barbs once again as he throws a fist into the side of Killjoy's face, followed by another one. He now pulls Killjoy's face into a front gantry, setting up for the superplex as he forces his rival to rise to his feet on the top of the turnbuckle. Killjoy gets all the way up and suddenly places both hands to the chest and stomach of Silencer, pushing him off the turnbuckle backwards. Silencer flies off but reaches up, wrapping his hands around the X cable, showing remarkable agility, remarkable flexibility as the fans get up and put their hands together at the sight of this. Killjoy steps forward on the turnbuckle now and jumps off it at Silencer, wrapping his arm around his head and pulling him off the cables, dropping him down head first into the thumbtacks with a version of the even flow DDT. The entire arena is in complete and utter shock now as Silencer immediately bounces into the air and rolls onto his back, thumbtacks protruding from the surface of his forehead, causing even more blood to gush down his features. Killjoy pushes himself up off the canvas with thumbtacks and pieces of glass sticking from his spine as well.

Tim: Oh my God! Oh my God.

Dan: That was insane. I'm speechless.

Silencer rolls back and forth, grabbing the thumbtacks stuck in his flesh and ripping them out as Killjoy ends up on his side, a far off look in his eyes. The fans don't even know quite how to respond after what they just witnessed as Killjoy, battered, bloodied and bruised, rises onto his knees, slowly pushing himself upwards. He gets to his feet and reaches into his pocket slowly, removing something from the interior of his blue jean shorts, which are also stained with his own blood. The crowd is confused as Killjoy removes a silver fork from his pocket, holding it up for everyone to see. Silencer has rolled over into a crawling position with thumbtacks still sticking from his blood covered face. Killjoy steps towards him now and straddles his back. He grabs Simon around the chin, pulling his head back and now beginning to drive the fork repeatedly into his forehead. The fans gasp and scream, some turning away as Killjoy continues to stab Silencer repeatedly in the forehead with the fork, some of its prongs bending under the pressure as Simon shouts in pain at the top of his lungs before beginning to grind his teeth. Killjoy continues to stab him in the face with the fork though, not stopping until he finally throws it across the ring and pushes Silencer down to the canvas. He steps forward now, looking at his hands, which are covered in Silencer's blood with a sick and twisted expression on his face, dropping to his knees in the process. He continues to gaze into his blood soaked hands before rising to his feet and looking around with a twisted expression upon his face, finally turning around and approaching Silencer, who is still resting on his hands and knees, puncture wounds remaining in his forehead from both the tacks and the fork. Killjoy stomps him to his bloodied head and now reaches into his other pocket, removing a stapler. The crowd begins boo as Killjoy holds the stapler above his head, using it several times in order to make staples visibly fly into the air and imply to the crowd that this is 100 percent real. The crowd begins to boo however, realizing that Killjoy is once again about to use another weapon in this already chaotic, intense, brutal contest in order to inflict pain upon the World Heavyweight Champion. He grabs Silencer by his blood soaked hair, lifting the stapler into the air and looking back and forth at the crowd, preparing to utilize the object upon the face of Simon. He lifts it into the air, pointing it at the face of Silencer, who suddenly rises to his feet, wrapping his arms around his neck, setting up for the Break the Silence (180 degree lift into downward spiral). Killjoy back elbows him into the noggin though, causing him to the step forward, behind the back of Killjoy. Silencer turns around to face Killjoy, stepping towards him and lifting his foot into the air for the Twisted Mind (Superkick). Killjoy grabs him around the ankle though, pushing his foot away and causing Silencer so pin in a complete circles. Killjoy steps forward and scoops him up into the air, and across his chest, in a fallaway slam position. Killjoy pulls him around into the Reality when Simon wraps his arm around the neck of the former Gathering leader, pulling him down face first into the canvas and the thumbtacks with the Break the Silence. Killjoy's face bashes into the glass and tacks as he pops up onto his knees with his face completely covered in blood, which drips onto his chest and arms. He falls onto his side with the entire crowd going nuts.

Dan: What a counter by Silencer, I can't believe he was able to reverse Killjoy's Reality into the Break the Silence.

The fans are still going nuts as Killjoy rolls across the canvas and drapes his arm over the ladder that Silencer brought in earlier. Silencer rolls over onto his side with his blood soaking the canvas before he pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, beginning to crawl in the direction of one of the turnbuckles, moving as quickly as his body will possibly allow. He gets to the turnbuckle and begins to climb his body racked with pain from head to toe, from limb to limb. Silencer grabs the middle rope, avoiding the barbs as he pulls himself upwards, thumbtacks and small slivers of glass still puncturing the flesh across his back. He stands up on the top rope now, holding the pillar to avoid tumbling to the canvas before jumping into the air. He grabs the cable, beginning to crawl towards the title with all the strength remaining in his exhausted arm. A Simon chant starts to motivate the World Champion even more as he climbs towards the World Heavyweight Championship, glimmering and glistening slightly. He reaches out for the gold, about to wrap his hand around it.

Douglas: He's done it, Silencer has won the World Heavyweight Championship.

Tim: Get up Killjoy, do something about this damn you.

Silencer reaches out, grabbing the World title belt when a ladder is tossed into the air, smacking directly with his body, the impact being absolutely brutal. Silencer releases the cable and turns inside out before crashing onto the canvas face and chest first, bouncing into the air and onto his back as the ladder collapses next to him in the ring. Killjoy stumbles around the ring, staggering before he sets his feet to the canvas, his face covered in a mask of blood. Silencer seems to be out of it after that impact with the ladder, which has got the fans on their feet, cheering for more. Killjoy looks around, appearing disgustingly bloody, and enraged.

Killjoy: You want more, I'll give you more!

The fans respond with a series of harsh boos, some cheers thrown in as well from the odd few. Killjoy turns around to face Silencer, who is completely out of it after being stuck so violently with the ladder. Killjoy stomps Silencer to the back of his head several times and now grabs him by the hair, dragging him to his feet while clutching the back of his pants as well. He now rushes him at the barb-wire ropes, throwing him through them though and to the outside of the ring. Silencer spills across his back with a hard thud while Killjoy drops to the canvas and rolls to the outside of the ring, immediately approaching the table that he set up earlier in this contest. He lifts it up in front of his chest with the remaining energy in his body The crowd begins to cheer as Killjoy approaches one of the corners of the barricade, where two separate sides intersect one another. He puts it up onto both perpendicular sides, elevating it up above the outside mats. He now turns around and approaches Silencer, who is still out of it after that nasty collision with the ladder and then the ring. Killjoy slides his hands into the blood soaked hair attached to Silencer's bloody face, dragging him to his feet and then beginning to drag him towards the table, set up on the barricades. Silencer falls to his knees, unable to stand any longer, causing Killjoy to become upset as he drags him forcefully to his feet. As he does so, Silencer steps in and connects with the Twisted Mind (Superkick). The entire arena is going nuts, absolutely stunned by what they just witnessed as Killjoy is knocked through a loop, stumbling backwards into the table he set up elevated above the mats, spread across the tops of the two barricades. He rolls backwards on top of it before finally stopping with an incredibly dazed expression upon his face, losing all touch with reality as Silencer turns back towards the ring. He grabs the barricade and begins to climb it as quickly as he possibly can. He appears absolutely exhausted, completely out of it almost as he pulls himself up the turnbuckle even more, the crowd begging him to go for the title now that he's laid out Silencer with the superkick. He gets to the top rope, not even caring anymore that his hands are being cut by the barb-wire. He stands up on the top rope, balancing himself by holding the pillar which supports the X Cables. His eyes center upon Killjoy now, not even looking at the title belt.

Tim: Oh my God, this isn't going to be good.

Dan: Don't do it Silencer, don't do it!

Simon dives off the turnbuckle and flips forward, crashing into Killjoy with a senton splash while he was still on top of the table. The collision shatters the table and causes both men to crash from the highest point of the barricade and to the mats below. Silencer rolls in reverse, folded up like an accordion with his head and shoulders pressed to the mats and his legs hanging over top of him. Killjoy looks completely out of it with the fans now on their feet, starting a huge wave of "Holy Shit" chants once again, seeing Silencer basically destroy Killjoy and himself.

Tim: What the hell was Silencer thinking!?!

Dan: What am amazing move by Silencer, throwing caution to the wind in order to dish out more pain on Killjoy, that had to have been one of the craziest moves I've ever witnessed.

The crowd starts chanting UL-Dub as well now as Silencer drops onto his chest and stomach finally, grabbing his back, which has got to be in a tremendous amount of pain after all it has endured throughout this contest. The referee steps to the corner Silencer just dived off of, not able to start a count whatsoever, the rules of this match specifying that it has to end with one man grabbing the title belt and pulling it down. Silencer pushes himself up onto his elbows the blood on his face and chest, absolutely disgusting. He grabs the apron, pulling himself up onto his feet, with his legs cutting out beneath him several times as shivers of pain quake from his lower back. He rolls into the ring now as Killjoy somehow begins to move on the outside of the ring, his body badly damaged from that senton off the top rope through the elevated table. His face has a listless glare to it, his eyes blinking slowly as if he were just in some type of major car accident. Silencer now crawls towards the ladder lying in the ring, blood dripping from his face and onto the canvas as Simon grabs a hold of it and lifts it into the air. He begins to set it up under the World title belt as the fans all cheer their heads off, realizing that this is going to be it.

Tim: No, Silencer is cheating, he's using the ladder to reach the title belt.

Dan: It's a brilliant way to win the title here tonight.

The crowd is on it's feet cheering, chanting as Silencer gets the ladder set up, beginning to climb it painstakingly at best, his back aimed to the gold. He steps up it very slowly, almost falling off as he becomes disorientated, Killjoy falling chest first into the apron, looking to be walking while unconscious. Silencer begins to near the top, getting to the very last rung and turning around as he reaches out for the title. It's just out of his reach, touching it just once, but being unable to pull it down. He finally reaches out again, his hand grabbing the World Championship as the crowd goes nuts. Suddenly Killjoy grabs the other side of the ladder, having crawled across the canvas, lifting it's legs up into the air. Silencer is pushed over forward, spilling off the ladder now and falling stomach first into the barb-wire ropes. They break off the turnbuckles on both sides, all of them digging into his gut and ripping away his flesh. He crashes all the way onto the mats as the crowd grabs their mouths in utter shock over what they just witnessed. Many are still cheering however, while Killjoy rests on his knees, still holding onto the legs of the ladder, appearing to be completely out of it almost after everything he's endured throughout this World title brawl. Killjoy grabs the ladder bu it's legs and sets it up now, putting it up beneath one of the cables, not quite underneath the Championship though. He begins to climb it now, at a very exasperated, exhausted pace, his body a complete mess, full of tacks, blood, glass and gashes, but he refuses to let any of them force him into throwing in the towel. Killjoy climbs the ladder as quickly as he can. His body crumbling under the pain as he gets all the way to the top and now turns to face the title, the ladder shaking under neath of him. Silencer lies spread across the mats, amongst the barb-wire, possibly having no further strength in which to stop his challenger from getting to the title. He begins to move though, pushing himself up onto his elbows and knees with blood rushing down his body. Slowly he starts to crawl towards one of the turnbuckles, getting closer and closer to it. Killjoy jumps into the air from the ladder, grabbing one of the X Cables. He begins to scale the rope now, hand over hand as he gets closer and closer to the title belt. Silencer climbs the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring, blood gushing from every inch of his tattered body almost. Killjoy is now reaching out for the title, almost falling as he finds that one arm is no longer strong enough to support him. He grabs the World Championship, the crowd beginning to scream and shake their heads, not willing to believe that Killjoy is about to win the title. Silencer jumps into the air, wrapping his hands around the cable and then making his way across it as quickly as his body will allow. Killjoy makes one last desperate grab for the gold, wrapping his hand around it when Silencer moves in, stopping him. He jumps outwards at Killjoy without warning, wrapping his arm around the throat of the challenger and bringing him down off the X cables, face first into the tack littered canvas with the Break the Silence. The entire arena just goes insane, all of them jumping up and down, putting their hands together over what they just witnessed, Killjoy being hit with the finisher of Silencer, all the way from the cables and down into the canvas. Killjoy rolls onto his back immediately, his face a puddle of blood, while Silencer lies stretched across his back, no longer able to compete it seems, both men's bodies giving into the pain.

Dan: The Break the Silence, the Break the Silence off the X Cables, that was absolutely unbelievable!

Tim: How did he hit that, how, how!?!

The fans are all jumping up and down, on top of one another almost, going completely bonkers over what just witnessed, the World Champion hitting his finisher yet again on Killjoy, this time from a tremendous height. A UL-Dub chant once again starts as Silencer rolls over onto his stomach, blood flowing like a ravine straight down his face and onto the canvas. Killjoy is not moving whatsoever, the Break the Silence seemingly having knocked him out for good this time, especially after all both men have been through. Silencer begins to crawl with all of his strength towards one of the corners, his exhausted body about to give up on him it seems. Silencer starts to climb the turnbuckle again, one where both sides of barb-wire rope is still attached. Silencer gets up onto the top rope and almost falls over, the crowd squealing at the site of Simon almost collapsing due to the extreme blood loss. He utilizes the pillar holding the X Cable to balance himself out once again before hopping into the air, wrapping his hands around the cable. He begins to pull himself across it, his arms buckling, the muscles inside barely possessing the strength to support his entire body. Silencer gets closer and closer to the gold, Killjoy still lying on the canvas, showing no signs of life whatsoever, the downward spiral from the cables having almost killed him it appears. Silencer nears the title belt before stopping and glaring down at Killjoy, suddenly pulling himself up on to the top of the cable. The crowd falls silent, watching in confusion as Silencer now stands up on top of the cables, pointing down at Killjoy in the process, telling the world that he is aiming for him. The entire arena begins to go nuts, realizing what they are about to see, and that's Simon fly from the top of the cables. He steps on top of them over top the World title belt and points down at the prone Killjoy, who has rolled onto his back, still bleeding quite heavily from head to toe. Silencer points down at him from the top of the cables before jumping off and going into a corkscrew senton, big splash, that misses Killjoy and connects with the canvas. The crowd erupts into boos as Killjoy rolls out of the way, causing Silencer to crash face and chest first into the canvas with the Hindu Press. Simon bounces into the air and collapses onto his back, grabbing his chest and face as he rolls across the ring, the fans going nuts nevertheless after what they just witness occur.

Tim: Why, Silencer, why? You had the title won for crying out loud.

Dan: To Silencer, I don't even think it's about winning the World title anymore, he just wants to murder Killjoy in that ring tonight.

Silencer lies on his side, holding his ribs and his chest after missing the Hindu Press from such a high elevation. Killjoy rolls onto his hands and knees, looking absolutely exhausted, his body badly damaged as he tries to push himself upwards slowly. He staggers in the direction of one of the corners with the light tubes, grabbing a hold of them and pulling them away from the ring post. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Killjoy struggles to step to the center of the ring, his blood careening down onto the light tubes, which he lowers onto the canvas. He stands up straight with nothing more than the whites of his eyes noticeable beneath the thick layer of blood. Silencer tries to stand up while gripping his chest and stomach from the impact with the canvas. Killjoy steps towards him and grabs the shoulder of Silencer, spinning him around and then scooping him up into the air across his chest. He now pushes the legs of Silencer away from his body, swinging him around before giving him the Reality (Fallaway slam position into Rock Bottom) straight onto the light tubes. They shatter into pieces, many chunks embedding within the flesh of Silencer, who bridges up off the canvas while shouting at the top of his lungs in pain. The glass sparkles as it sticks from his spine, causing blood to begin flowing from it while Killjoy remains upon his elbows and knees with an incredibly dazed expression upon his face, seemingly unable to go any longer, having used his last burst of energy in order to connect with that sickening move.

Dan: Oh no, Silencer misses that attempt at the Hindu Press and it allows Killjoy to connect finally with the Reality.

Tim: Straight onto the light tubes, Silencer is out of it, say good bye to his huge World Heavyweight title reign.

Killjoy pushes himself up onto his knees slowly, his face completely covered in a thick layer of his own blood, which has spilt across his shirt as well as his shorts. Silencer rolls away from Killjoy, crawling in the direction of the corner in an absolutely exhausted fashion, blood flowing from a number of open gashes throughout his small frame. Killjoy rises to his feet, looking around at the fans with a cloudy glint in his eyes, before glaring at the Championship once again. He gets both feet beneath him now as he approaches the ladder that he set up earlier, falling into it, showcasing a great amount of fatigue, having lost pints of blood it seems. Killjoy puts the ladder underneath of the title belt now, positioning it perfectly before beginning to climb up the ladder now, completely canceling out the importance of the X cables, once again trying to utilize the easy method to victory. He begins to climb now, believing that he's finally incapacitated Silencer once and for all. He has to stop for several seconds now, leaning on the ladder for support. Blood drips from his head across the rungs he had climbed, appearing to be taking himself a well deserved breather. Silencer, who seems to be working off of fumes, pulls himself up onto his knees against one of the turnbuckles, leaning against it while trying to regain his strength after taking so many vicious collisions thus far. He begins to edge his way upwards, trying his best to put both feet beneath him, Killjoy seemingly doing the same. He leans against the ladder chest first and with the side of his face, taking numerous deep breaths, his attire torn by the glass shards with hundreds of tacks protruding from his flesh. His eyes finally transfer back to the ladder, beginning to climb at an even slower pace than before. Silencer is also doing the same in the corner, setting up for God only knows what. Killjoy's back is still aimed to the title, climbing the side closest to it as he barely scrambles up each rung, almost collapsing on numerous occasions. He shakes his head, trying to clear it and the blood from his eyes before finally turning around to face the Championship, just a run or two short from being within arms length of the gold. He begins to climb the ladder backwards, hesitantly making his way closer to the World Championship. Killjoy gets onto the highest rung now, standing up as the ladder shakes beneath him, and reaching for the gold. Silencer suddenly jumps into the air, grabbing the X Cable from the turnbuckle. He begins to climb it hand over hand in a very quick fashion, to the shock of everyone in the arena, seeing as he's endured so much in this battle. Killjoy has reaches out, wrapping his hands around the gold when Silencer ends up in front of him, still dangling from the X Cable. He gets his feet up, kicking Killjoy to the chest and almost knocking him off the ladder. Killjoy fights to balance himself, reaching up and grabbing the X Cable in order to do so. Simon now lifts his legs into the air once again, wrapping them around the neck of Killjoy this time, setting up for the hurricarana. Killjoy reaches out, wrapping his arms around the waist of Simon suddenly and now diving off the ladder, pulling Silencer off the cables. The entire arena goes nuts once again as Killjoy drags Silencer down to the canvas with a powerbomb from the top of the ladder, straight into the canvas between his legs. Simon smashes into the ring hard and flips over backwards straight across his chest and stomach as Killjoy collapses onto his spine, both men appearing to be absolutely out of it now.

Tim: Holy Shit! What was that!?!

Dan: Killjoy just powerbombed Silencer from the top of the ladder off those X Cables as well, I have never witnessed anything like that in all my years of broadcasting.

The fans, even though they've already seen so much tonight, cannot help but to unleash their loudest ovation at the sight of the vicious super powerbomb they just witnessed, which has laid out both Champion and Challenger. The two individuals are absolute bloody wrecks, looking as if they have nothing left in their bodies to carry on. The official steps over both men, looking back and forth and finally just shaking his head as he calls for EMTs to come out, not yelling for the bell just yet however. From the back, rushes an entire platoon of EMTs, dragging behind them stretchers and looking ready to administer medical assistance upon both men. Killjoy sits up however, the EMTs freezing as the former European Champion pushes himself up onto his seat, his face completely blanketed with blood as he takes several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. He rolls over into a crawling position now, beginning to push himself upwards slowly while keeping himself from just barely collapsing onto the canvas, falling side first into a ladder. Silencer appears out of it but Killjoy keeps his eyes centered upon his opposition, realizing that he has yet to stay down after everything he's hit him with thus far. He steps towards the barb-wire ropes now, dropping down to the canvas and rolling under them to the outside of the ring. He plants both feet on the outside mats, reaching down slowly and grabbing a hold of one of the pads. He lifts it up into the air, folding it over and away from the concrete, exposing the cold, hard surface of the arena floor. Killjoy falls side first into the apron throughout this process, blood gushing like a river down his face and dripping from his chin. He pulls himself up onto the apron now, beginning to roll into the ring under the ropes, rising onto his knees in the process. The only thing visible upon his face are the whites of his eyes as he rises to his feet and almost tumbles down to the canvas once again. Silencer is still not moving after that incredible powerbomb off the top of the ladder as Killjoy approaches him, grabbing him by the hair and physically dragging him to his feet before bending him forward and placing his head between his legs. He is obviously setting up for a powerbomb as he points towards the exposed concrete on the outside of the ring. The crowd begins to shake their heads, realizing that Killjoy is about to powerbomb Silencer from the ring and onto the concrete. They beg him not to do it as Killjoy lifts Silencer up onto his shoulders and now charges him towards the barb-wire ropes with all of his strength, preparing to send him flying over them and straight onto the concrete. Killjoy continues to charge forward when Silencer drops in reverse, delivering the hurricarana, which causes the former Gathering member to flip forward, crashing back first into the barb-wire ropes. They rip off the turnbuckles like the other set of ropes did, wrapping and tearing into the body of Killjoy while Silencer crashes onto his chest and stomach, appearing as if he is almost completely done, having already amazed the fans after somehow countering Killjoy after being powerbombed from the top of the ladder.

Tim: This has just gotten, beyond sick people. This has entered a whole new stage, officially disgusting.

Dan: I am speechless over the will that both of these men possess. They keep getting hit with these brutal moves, yet are able to bounce back up and get right back into this contest, which has lasted for God only knows how long.

Silencer pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, glaring at the turnbuckle and the post leading up to the X Cable. He begins to crawl his way into it's direction, blood oozing in pints from his face and horribly battered body, as he gets closer, inch, by agonizing inch to the turnbuckle. He finally reaches out, sliding his hands around the turnbuckle, beginning to pull himself up with all of his remaining strength, which there remains very little of. He pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle slowly, Killjoy completely entangled in the barb-wire ropes, slashing through his clothing and shorts as well, Silencer starting to use the pillar supporting the X Cables in order to keep himself standing. Blood flows from his face, his chin and almost every inch of his tattered, tore, brutalized body. Silencer almost hugs the pillar, trying to keep himself from collapsing to the outside mats. Killjoy is unable to stand up it seems, the barb-wire still digging into his flesh and his attire, wrapping all around it. Silencer gets both feet on the top rope, continuing to try and steady himself as he looks up at the ropes when suddenly, a figure slides into the ring under the ropes, behind Simon. The crowd begins to boo, at the sight of Ravnos.

Tim: What in the hell!?! It's Ravnos, what is he doing here?

Dan: Good God no, he said he quit weeks ago.

Ravnos rushes up behind Silencer now, as he continues to try and pull himself up the pillar. He lifts his arm into the air and blasts it over the lower back of Simon, causing him to bend forward and almost collapse off the turnbuckle. Ravnos grabs Silencer by the back of the pants, pulling him backwards and onto his shoulders. He reaches up, wrapping his arms around his waist and now charging him out of the corner. Silencer is completely shocked before he pushes himself up and over the head of the giant monster, landing on his feet behind his back. Ravnos spins around in shock as Silencer steps in with a superkick, the Twisted Mind. Ravnos grabs him by the ankle, pushing his leg away and swinging him around into a complete circle. Silencer turns to face Ravnos now, who scoops him up and swings him around into the black hole slam. The fans are absolutely disgusted as Ravnos rises onto his knees, looking infuriated, his eyes bulging from their sockets as veins protrude from the skin on his face. He rises to his feet as the fans continue to boo as loud as they can, stepping towards Killjoy now, grabbing him around the arm and trying to help him stand up.

Dan: No, this is not right damnit, this is just unacceptable, Ravnos hitting the black hole slam on Silencer, and now trying to help Killjoy up in order to get this victory, someone needs to do something about this.

Tim: Who, no one is going to stand up to Killjoy, and Ravnos. Security couldn't even stop Ravnos from getting in the ring, this is completely shocking.

Ravnos helps to drag an exhausted, a bloodied, and battered Killjoy to his feet, the former European Champion almost falling to the canvas several times throughout the process. He spits up blood in the process as Ravnos helps pull him towards the ladder set up in the middle of the ring under the title belt. Killjoy falls into the ladder now, beginning to drag himself up the rungs, unable to support his own weight as Ravnos bends forward, sticking his head and shoulders under the legs of Killjoy. He begins to climb the ladder as well, pushing Killjoy upwards in the direction of the World Heavyweight title belt. The crowd is absolutely disgusted, already beginning to throw objects at both Killjoy, and the man assisting him, Ravnos. They get closer, inch by inch to the title belt, more garbage being thrown into the center of the ring, Ravnos getting struck in the shoulder with a cup of soda. They continues upward, Killjoy trying to lift for the belt but grabbing his ribs immediately afterwards, beginning to shout as blood gushes from his head and his upper body. Silencer, after all he's went through, is no longer moving, lying stretched across the canvas as Killjoy finally reaches for the gold, his fingers slipping around the gold when from the back rushes Mark Comeau, with a steel chair in hand. The fans begin to cheer as loud as they can as Comeau rushes at the ring in a white suit. He slides in under the ropes with the fans going absolutely crazy.

Dan: It's Comeau, Mark Comeau is here!

Tim: Oh come on, can't he just leave well enough alone against Killjoy.

Killjoy is still reaching up for the title belt while seated on the shoulders of Ravnos when Comeau slams the steel chair into the spine of Ravnos. The fans begin to groan the extreme force of the steel chair shot, which echoes throughout the arena. Ravnos falls off the ladder and onto his feet, bending forward and clinching his fist as he tries to shake off the effects of the blow to his upper back. As he turns around, with a ferocious look on his face, Mark lifts the chair into the air and as violently as he can, smashes it over the head of the giant behemoth. Ravnos is knocked off of his feet and onto his back as Killjoy tries to keep himself on the ladder, holding on to the top rung with his arms. He still appears too messed up after all he's endured to make another attempt at the title. Mark Comeau now lifts the steel chair into the air, throwing it up into the air at Killjoy and striking him in the spine. Killjoy's entire body cringes as he almost tumbles off the ladder and to the canvas below. He barely holds on, using one arm to reach for his back as Mark turns around to face Ravnos now, who he blasted in the head with the steel chair. He has somehow risen to his feet, with blood running down his face before he rushes at Mark with a huge burst of speed. Comeau doesn't see him till the last minute, being hit with a brutal running STO, causing Mark to slam into the canvas across the back of his head. He flips over onto his chest and stomach after the collision, while Ravnos remains on all fours, the wind having been drained from the sails of the monster. Silencer rolls over onto his hands and knees, trying to stand up as he falls back down onto the canvas, still gripping his back in tremendous pain.

Tim: Hahahaha, yes, Ravnos may have been taken down those chair shots, but he was conscious long enough to hit Comeau with the running STO. Killjoy is still going to win the title, this is priceless.

Dan: No, no, no. Get up Mark, stop this travesty before it is too late.

Silencer starts to rise to his feet on the inside of the ring somehow, only to fall back to his knees as Ravnos begins to rise up the ladder beneath Killjoy once again, the fans vocalizing their absolute disgust as Killjoy tries to stand up, only to tumble back onto the top of the ladder again. Mark tries to stand up, looking out of it as well after taking that vicious running STO from Ravnos. The giant begins to start up the ladder when into the ring slides, none other than the FUF World Heavyweight Champion, Johnny Kingdom. The entire arena explodes, all of them jumping up and down, completely going insane at the sight of Kingdom having entered the ring.

Tim: No, not Johnny Kingdom!

Dan: He's coming to get his hands on the Gathering, this roof has come off this place.

Ravnos notices the reaction from the fans as he turns away from the ladder and spots Kingdom standing up behind him. He rushes in with blood streaming down his face when Johnny swings the World title belt directly into his face. The collision knocks Ravnos off of his feet and onto his back as the crowd begins to go nuts, all of them jumping up and down. Killjoy spots this as he turns around on the ladder, glaring down at Kingdom, who is staring at Ravnos, rolling across the ring, about to spill to the knocked over barb-wire ropes. Killjoy, throwing caution to the wind, dives off the ladder at Johnny, who turns around just in time to catch him with a boot to the gut. Johnny places him in a front gantry and then lifts the bloodied Killjoy into the air. The number one contender barely containing the strength in which to block the move. Johnny connects with the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT) planting him brutally head first into the canvas. Killjoy bounces up onto his posterior, an incredibly dazed expression on his face which is concealed behind a thick layer of blood. He collapses onto his back with the fans going absolutely nuts, cheering at the top of their lungs and jumping up and down. Johnny rises to his feet and glares at a crawling Silencer, who is making his way towards the ladder. Kingdom rushes towards him, grabbing him by the shoulder and helping to physically drag him towards the ladder across his knees. All the while Johnny is pointing up at the title belt and screaming for him to get up the ladder and grab it before Killjoy or Ravnos can get up. Everyone in the arena is standing, as Silencer collapses onto one side of the ladder, still resting on his knees, while Johnny leans against the other side of it. He shouts for Silencer to get up, to start climbing, reminding him what is on the line. Silencer looks up, dazed, but determined. He starts to climb the ladder with his remaining straight as Johnny reaches around from the other side, grabbing him under the arm and trying to help him up as quickly as he can.

Tim: Not this way, anyway but this way, come on, this isn't fair, Johnny is helping drag Silencer to the top of the ladder. My head will officially explode if he retains the title.

Dan: Well I'll just have to put on a Pancho to avoid the flying brain matter because that's just what we're about to see Tim, Silencer is going to finally close this chapter in his life with Killjoy.

Kingdom continues to help Silencer up the ladder, pulling him closer and closer to the top. Simon finally climbs on his own completely, with Johnny following him up on the other side. Killjoy begins to crawl somehow towards the bottom of the ladder, reaching out for it, but falling to the canvas now, passing out it seems. The crowd is going absolutely nuts, all of them jumping on top of one another almost as Silencer reaches the top of the ladder, extending his arms outward in the direction of the World title belt. The crowd takes a collective gasp as Silencer wraps his hands around the title belt, beginning to pull it down.

Dan: Yes! Silencer has retained the World Heavyweight title!

Silencer continues to begin pulling the belt down when Kingdom grabs him around the head, pulling him down into a front facelock and now lifting him into the air. The entire arena falls silent as Johnny pulls Silencer off the top of the ladder with the Exodus Finale.

Dan: NOOOOOOO!!!!

Tim: What the hell!?!

Silencer bashes into the head ring first as be bounces into the air, rolling over onto his back with Johnny lying on his back, spread across the canvas until he sits up. A devious grin has formed across his face as everyone in the arena, boos as loud as they possibly can at the sight of this, the majority of them absolutely astonished by what just too place, in complete and utter shock. Johnny rises to his feet, glaring down at Silencer and stepping backwards with a huge smile on his face after what he just did to him. He reaches down and grabs the FUF title belt now, thrusting it over his shoulder and stroking the gold plate as he begins to chuckle now. Simon is out of it, completely, entirely, his entire body covered in blood.

Dan: Why, Johnny Kingdom, why!?!

Tim: I don't even know what to say about what we just witnessed, I'm speechless for once in my life.

Several of the fans are grasping their hair, jaws dropped after Johnny Kingdom just gave Silencer the Exodus Finale from the top. Johnny rolls to the outside of the ring, the gold still over his shoulder as he glares into the interior of the ring at Simon. Killjoy grabs the bottom of the ladder, beginning to drag his wore out frame up the rungs, with blood gushing from his torn frame. He pulls himself with all of his strength, closer and closer to the World title belt, hanging from the center of the X Cables.

Tim: Hahaha, Killjoy is going to do it, he's going to grab the title belt.

Dan: I, I, I don't even, this is purely, what the fuck?

Killjoy continues to drag himself towards the title, Silencer completely laid out with Mark Comeau trying to stand up to the best of his abilities. Johnny backs up the ramp still laughing as insults are hurled at him, continuing to covet the World Championship over his shoulder. Silencer is still out of it as Johnny grins in his direction, admiring his handiwork, the fans booing him as loud as they can. Killjoy is at the top of the ladder, his body aching with pain as he tries to reach up, his hand falling short. Silencer has somehow risen to his elbows and knees with blood rushing in pints from his face, collecting all over the canvas. Killjoy tries to stand up on the top of the ladder but falls back down chest first into the top of the ladder. He seems to be completely out of it on the top of the ladder, with blood gushing from his open soars, his entire body almost ripped to shreds. He reaches for the World title belt now, standing up and blocking all the pain as his hands wrap around the gold. Some fans are booing, some cheering on Killjoy, who seems to have garnished some support. He reaches for the World title and wraps his hand around it when Silencer grabs the bottom of the ladder and pushes it over sideways. Killjoy is shocked, his hand sliding off the title, watching as if passes him by. He now flies off the top of the ladder and crashes ribs first into the barb-wire ropes. His entire body is entangled this time in the ropes, tumbling to the ouside mats now as the barb-wire digs into his hair and clothing. He lies amongst the broken ropes, all but one set having been torn down from the ring posts. Silencer crawls towards one of the turnbuckles, using the last set of barb-wire ropes to hemp him up on top of it. Blood is gushing from his battered, broken body, the crowd wondering how he is able to keep going even after being hit with the Exodus Finale from the top of the ladder to the canvas below. Killjoy pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, barb-wire stuck into every piece of his clothing almost, beginning to tear it out and try to stand up, to stop Silencer.

Dan: Silencer, in his bloodied, battered, broken state is going for the World title, after dropping Killjoy off that ladder and into the barbwire below.

Silencer continues to drag himself across the cables, barely hanging on as Killjoy begins to get free of the barb-wire, pulling it from his clothing and rising to his feet, grabbing the apron in order to help him stand. Silencer is making his way across the cables, getting closer and closer to the World Championship. He reaches for it as Killjoy pulls himself up into the ring, beginning to scoot his body across it only to have his leg get wrapped up in the barb-wire, keeping him from moving any further. He turns with his exhausted, bloodied body to grab the wire, unable to pull his leg free. Silencer gets to the center of the cables and reaches out, wrapping his hand around the World Heavyweight title. He pulls it down and collapses to the canvas below as the fans continue to go insane, everyone jumping up and down in celebration. Silencer lies across the canvas with the World title belt held within his hand, the official turning and motioning for the bell. The crowd continues to cheer, going absolutely nuts at the sight of Silencer defeating Killjoy in this incredible World title bout. Killjoy buries his face in his hands, covering them with his own blood, the crowd still cheering after having just witnessed the Nightmare Becore Reality.

Dan: Silencer has done it, he's retained the World title, in what was the most epic battle I think I've ever witnessed. Both of these men brutalized one another to points that would make a normal person physically ill, but Silencer emerged victorious.

Tim: This world is horrible, this pay-per-view was starting off so well, and now it's been soiled upon by Silencer retaining the title, I thought Killjoy had it in his possession, he was so close so many times.

The fans are giving this match a standing ovation as Silencer rolls over onto his knees, blood rushing down his face and his body. He has a very blank look on his face, which is covered in a layer of his own blood. He glares forward, taking several deep breaths as his eyes meet with Killjoy's, who has risen to a kneeling position as well. Both men are bleeding horribly, and look as if they've been through a true war. Silencer begins to stand up, nearly tumbling to the canvas several times, Killjoy doing the same, finally having gotten his leg undone from the barb-wire. Both men stand up wavering heavily, with blood rushing from their battered and tore bodies. Killjoy is trying to control himself, as he breaths heavily, trembling in anger as Silencer does the same, both men glaring forward into one another's face and appearing absolutely furious at the sight of the other.

Dan: Look at this tense stare down between Killjoy and Silencer, even though they damn near destroyed one another tonight, they still look ready to get it on right now.

Tim: Good, we can use five more minutes of this bloodletting.

Killjoy and Silencer step towards one another, almost staggering still after this tremendously brutal match before they stop and glare forward into one another's faces. They seemingly are contemplating their next course of action, what is going to transpire between them. Silencer slowly lifts his hand into the air now, offering a shake. The fans begin to cheer this on, while others stand in shock over what Silencer is doing, offering his hand to Killjoy. The former number one contender glares down at the hand for a moment or two, thinking about rather or not he should shake it, surprised that Simon would even offer it.

Tim: Wait a minute, what the hell does Silencer think he's doing? Has he lost his ever loving mind?

Dan: I'm just as caught off guard about this as you are.

Blood drips from the head of Killjoy as he continues to think about it, looking around at the fans for a second as many cheer on what they are witnessing occur here in the center of the ring. Killjoy now lifts his hand into the air and shakes Silencer's, the arena erupting at the sight of this, absolutely stunned by this display of respect between Champion and Challenger, between two men who built quite a historic rivalry on Annihilation.

Dan: You've got to like this, you don't see this very often, both men respecting one another's abilities after putting on a classic right here inside of the ring.

Tim: How can they shake hands after everything they've put one another through, that be like me and you shaking hands, Dan..

They continue to shake hands with one another before their eyes, slightly soaked with their blood turn, to face the entry way, where Johnny Kingdom is once again standing with the FUF World title over his shoulder. He is glaring into the ring at this situation between Silencer and Killjoy, fuming over the fact that he still has his title, and that both men seem united.

Tim: There is Johnny Kingdom, a champion you can be proud of, and he doesn't look like he's enjoying the sight of this one little bit.

Johnny continues to glare into the ring at Killjoy and Silencer shaking hands as both men's eyes turn towards one another, their heads flooding with images of everything that has transpired between them throughout this long, bloody campaign.

Dan: Man, what a payperview, what a night this has been, here at War of the Worlds. But with all of these shocking events, what's going to happen next, on Annihilation, next week.

Tim: Don't you mean, FUF? We're taking over.

Silencer, the Annihilation Champion, continues to shake the hand of Killjoy in the ring while Kingdom stands on the stage, looking irate.