The ULW symbol appears across the screen, before fading back into the darkness, from which it was created.

Just then the lyrics of Just Stop hits in the background, the lead tune being proved by Disturbed. Images of various Annihilation competitors can be seen as they bombard the screen, tying in with the music.

Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life
Just stop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life
Step back a moment, and look at the miracle starting in our life
Don't stop the moment, and let the incredible happen knowing that

Shots of Chapel are shown walking down the ramp with a conniving grin on his face, Synclaire occupying his side. This is replaced with a shot of Orlando Cruze lifting Lethal Weapon into the air into the rock bottom, planting him viciously to the canvas at Paranoia. A scene featuring Chris Hunter and Jackson Adams slapping hands together into a shake takes over the screen, Robin tied to the ropes behind them. The music begins to kick up as AWOL and Chapel are shown standing eye to eye in the ring, the title glistening over the Big Crazy Bastard’s shoulder.

All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
To be the best in the world

A shot showcasing Desolation dancing against Romeo Damascus flash by quickly, being replaced with focus upon Robin Brooks hitting a standing shooting star press on top of Krissie McMorris, putting her down for the three count. Shots are shown of Lethal hitting the Golden Bullet Spear on Nathan Creed, taking him down hard to the canvas. It switches into an image of Phantom strolling through a thick blanket of fog in a methodical manner.

Just stop with all of your little deliberate problems with my life
Enough of all the crippling, terrible pain we feel inside
Step back a moment, remember how the miracle started in our life
Take back the torment; I won't be enjoying this moment knowing that

Nathan Creed is featured standing on a turnbuckle with both the Livewire title and Xtreme title belts in his hands. We then see Romeo Damascus hitting the Dark Man to the chest with a spinning shin kick straight to his chest. The image is broken into with shots featuring the tag team champions, Jason Devlin and Derek Drake hitting a vicious torture rack backbreaker, reverse neckbreaker combination. Robin takes up the camera’s view dropkicking Jackson Adams with the Livewire gold around his waist, down to the canvas. It is then replaced with a shot of Desolation giving Orlando a hug in the center of the ring.

All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
I know that
All that we want is to feel inside
Some kind of comfort
And all that we've done
We can hide
We'll be the best in the world

Chapel’s face floods the screen, pint up with rage as he gives Lethal the torture rack backbreaker with great delight. Before further torment of Weapon can go on, the video fades into a hazy shot of Desolation reversing Orlando Cruze’s rockbottom into a roll up. Chris Hunter is featured once again, this time giving Phantom a beatdown on the outside of the ring. This image is cut into by shot of Robin Brooks flipping almost in slow motion through the air from the top of a cage, vaulting onto a crowd of individuals standing on the floor. It finally cuts into another image of Jackson Adams and Chris Hunter standing on the ramp, grinning back at the ring. The eyes of Phantom are shown once more, his face snarling at Nathan as he rushes in and splashes him against the turnbuckle. Creed is shown giving the Courtesy Call to Jackson Adams, before the final image features AWOL standing on a corner at Paranoia, holding the World title above his head as fireworks explode in the heavens above him.


ANNIHILATION, JULY 06, 2006


Fireworks erupt all over the arena, exploding from the stage and the titontron as the crowd puts their hands together over what they are witnessing, the anticipation growing within them. Explosions rock the stage, and the titontron, red sparkles shooting from almost every steel structure in the arena. The crowd is putting their hands together and cheering loudly as the house lights raise once more, and the lyrics of “Just Stop” by Disturbed, repeat themselves.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, the time is here, it’s now, it’s Saturday night, and we’re live from Annihilation!

The cameras pan around the sold out crowd, following spotlights shining down from the rafters over the screaming, enthused fans.

Billy Mayne: And what a pay-per-view quality show we’re going to be bringing you here tonight, with five matches already announced, amongst them Lethal Weapon vs. Chapel in a hardcore match! This is Billy Mayne, and I’m being joined to a much lesser, yet wider extent by Dan “don’t know the meaning of the word diet” Douglas.

Douglas: Wow Billy, come up with that one all on your own, or did you steal that one liner from Tim May again. Anyway, you just touched the tip of the iceberg Billy, because all though that match between Weapon and Chapel is big, we also get to bear witness to the culmination of the feud between Romeo Damascus and Desolation this evening, in the Number One Contender’s Tournament. It should be a clash like none other considering the hatred between these two men.

Mayne: I’ve never stolen dialogue from that hack Tim May, Dan, I’m completely, 100% original.

Douglas: Oh come on, you’re a lighter version of Jerry Lawler circa 1999, so drop it already, and let’s get this show on the road......


ENDING THE PARANOIA


The Sound of peaceful chords from a guitar strum away gently over the speakers as the fans in the arena turn on there seats to look up the long rampway toward the curtained off section of the ULW stage structure, the large video screen showing a man, darkened by shroud, suddenly the tune "My Life" by 12 stones blasts from the speakers and a light shines upon the man being filmed, the face of Lethal Weapon appearing from the darkness, his eyes turning to glare at the fans before it is replaced with images of his past, his history, the immortal Lethal Weapon destroying opponents every shape and size in his long illustrious career.

Suddenly he steps out from the back, his flash attire gone, replaced by ripped jeans, his trademark boots and no shirt, only his bare upper body, toned and ripped better then ever before, slowly he walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, his face digusted by what sits before him, a wrestling ring, the fans, the business as a whole, sickening to the eyes.

He climbs up onto the apron and looks around at the hordes of people around him, his eyes hateful before he enters the ring and just leans in the near corner, unconcerned with the people around him.

Dan: Billy, we’re not scheduled to have the Hardcore match right now between Lethal Weapon and Chapel, that’s slated to occur later in the show, so why is Weapon out here right now?

Mayne: I don’t have a clue, it’s not like I have some kind of insight into the mind of Weapon, I thought I did at first, but ever since he’s started this shaky alliance with Orlando Cruze, I’ve cut all ties with the treacherous son of a bitch.

Douglas: I know how sad that must be for you Billy, seeing as your list of friends is very short, and even shorter when you stop counting stuffed animals.

Lethal marches towards the ropes, yelling for a microphone with a very intense expression on his face as one is pitched to him by Susie Moore at ringside. He catches it with a tight grip before beginning to saunter back and forth across the ring, almost working a groove into the canvas with his skin becoming a very dark shade of red.

Lethal: That’s it, I’ve had enough!

The fans vocalize a mixed reaction, split on their support of Weapon after hearing the cruelness and anger in the pitch of his voice.

Weapon: Over the past few weeks, I’ve had to tip toe around and act like the man that I’m not in order to garnish the support, the trust of one individual here in the ULW. Every week, since Paranoia, since foolishly I gained a bit of respect for Orlando, and decided to change my ways, to become his hero that he always remembered me to be, I’ve had to put up with him constantly questioning my motives, repeatedly insinuating that I’m incapable of giving up my rather sinister methods of behavior. I tell you, I’m sick of it, I’ve had enough, I draw the line when it starts leading to me losing matches as a result. Last week, I had the win in that tag team match within the palm of my hand, and then what happens, Orlando gets a bug up his ass, gets the wrong idea, takes a chair I didn’t even use out of my hands and it leads to us losing the fucking match!

More mixtures of boos and cheers emanate from the almost sold out crowd, which appears rather surprised by the passion in Lethal’s voice, and the anger creeping over his frame.

Weapon: I’m not going to stand for this any longer, I’m not going to allow myself to be judged on a weekly basis, for actions out of my own control to be misinterpreted, and it for to be believed that somehow these actions are of my own doing. It’s time that we got this straightened out, it’s time for that stupid son of a bitch Orlando Cruze to stroll out here, stare me in the face and finally understand the whole damned truth!

Weapon turns his stern, determined eyes towards the curtains, not waiting very patiently at all.

Lethal: So Orlando, get your ass out here, and let’s get this shit straightened out!

Lethal takes a step back away from the ropes, very emotional it appears with the fans starting to pipe in with cheers at the prospect of Orlando’s impending arrival.

Mayne: Lethal Weapon calling Orlando Cruze out to open the show, I knew this was coming inevitably.

Douglas: What a way to kick start Annihilation this week, if you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks, you’d know that the budding alliance between Cruze and Weapon has been slowly falling apart before it even could get started. Now we may very well witness the proverbially straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Mayne: How can a straw break a camel’s back?

Douglas: Things that make you go, “hmmmmmm?”

Still working a groove into the canvas, Weapon marches back and forth with defiance, still glaring up the ramp and rather anxiously awaiting the arrival of Orlando.

Weapon: Cruze, you either bring yourself out here, or I’ll be forced to come to the back and settle this th......

The lights dim and children’s voices sing over the PA system…

“Ring a ring of roses, a pocket full of posies, atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down”

As the last word finishes all goes silent, and a green light emanates from the entrance area. Suddenly Every time I Die by Children of Bodom blasts over the PA system and Orlando Cruze walks through the curtain to a massive ovation from the fans. Weapon glares at the entry way with great intensity while Orlando stands there for a moment, looking left and then right, before holding his arm aloft with his fist clenched. Explosions rocks the ramp way as Orlando makes his way down to ringside, his eyes totally focused on the ring, and Lethal Weapon, the man he once considered to be h is hero. He walks around the ring and up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes, not taking the time to make his usual accent up the turnbuckle while he reaches into his back pocket, removing a microphone. He lifts it to his lips while keeping a stern eye on Lethal, the fans going nuts at the sight of both men staring each other down, neither one backing away from the other at all.

Billy: Oh man, I hope this segment ends in a bloody brawl, or a rematch of the epic battle we witnessed at Paranoia III.

Douglas: I’d definitely like to see that match again, and judging by the looks on both men’s faces, we could be in store for that right this second.

Still both men refuse to give the other any ground, standing up tall towards each other, staring with determination into their eyes.

Orlando: Lethal, I was sitting backstage just now, sipping some coffee, having a conversation with Nathan Creed, when all of a sudden I see you putter out here and start throwing around accusations that my paranoia was the reason we lost last week. In making that statement, you’ve shown one of the reasons I don’t trust you, it’s your inability to accept defeat without their being an excuse for it. Loses happen, but you can’t seem to see it that way, your so hungry for wins, that I’ve seen you take whatever means necessary in order to achieve victory. Just like at Friday Night Fights, when you stole my thunder by pretending to be injured then pinning Bluhd Raige’s partner. Just like in the tournament, when I stood on that stage and watched as not only one person, but two of them interjected in the match with Creed to lead to your victory.....

Weapon rolls his eyes and begins to shake his head while mumbling something beneath his breath.

Orlando: So after seeing all of that, you’d wonder why I’d take a chair from you and assume you had already used it when you were standing over not only my mentor Desolation, but that stacked shit Chapel?

Lethal: That’s your problem right there Orlando, you jump to conclusions all of the time, and I’m freaking sick of it!

Cruze: Jump to conclusions you say Lethal? I’d call it making educated assumptions based on your past. Over the last couple of weeks, ever since you claimed that you’ve tried to change, I’ve seen you do nothing more than behave the exact same way you did going into Paranoia. It hurts me a little that I actually put my faith in you Lethal, that I could trust you and you go about doing the same stuff you’ve always done, using underhanded tactics, being treacherous and misleading. Granted I realize now that Chapel was the one who brought that chair into the ring, but if the match had continued the way it was going, who’s to say eventually you wouldn’t have went outside the ring and grabbed a weapon to use on our opponents? It would definitely be in your character, that’s for damned sure.

With anger Weapon lifts his mic back to his mouth and approaches Cruze.

Weapon: Where do you get off judging me Orlando, it’s not like your life is any better than mine now is it!?! I mean, your life of chastity and heroism hasn’t exactly benefitted you in the long run has it. After all, your regular home life is a mess, and your win loss record since returning has been abysmal with the exception of one win against me. So how dare you stand there and pass judgement on me, how dare you insinuate that your any better than I am!

Cruze seems stuck for a response, realizing that there is a grain of truth in the words of Lethal while the fans react with another mixed response. The furious features of Weapon get even closer to Cruze’s face.

Lethal: But this isn’t about who’s the better man, at least not now it isn’t, this is all about trust. Which there is none of between us. That’s why I called you out here Orlando, not to get into another verbal exchange, not to go on a tirade of words and insults directed at one another’s personal lives, but to resolve this issue so that we may along amicable. It’s painfully obvious that if we can’t trust one another, then we’re easy prey for people like the Syndicate, who have the numbers game. If we have no trust, we have no protection. Orlando, you need to get over this paranoia, you need to stop being a stupid, selfish asshole and see through this cloud of deception that is swirling around you.....

Cruze lowers his head as Lethal taps at the temple of the Icon lightly.

Weapon: We’re not enemies any longer Orlando, I happen to have some respect for you, which I can’t say that I have for anyone else in the lockeroom. Which is why it irks me to see you get all your facts distorted, and to live under the impression that I can never be trusted based off a few prior actions. You’ve had your trust issues in the past Orlando, you’ve allowed yourself to be deceived by just about everyone, but I’m not here to be one of those people trying to deceive you. I could care less about your jaded past, about the time you powerbombed my ex wife through a fucking announce table, I’m able to look past that and trust you. I don’t know if you’ve truly changed, and I don’t care, why, because I still respect you Orlando, and that’s all I need to know. So I’m asking you to either wake up and realize that your paranoia is getting the better of you once again, or we can throw down right here and right now, and end this by concluding our careers in the bloodiest battle of all decades!

Lethal flings his microphone down violently at the canvas and steps up into the face of Orlando, who seems to be contemplating his response. The words of wisdom spoken by Lethal seem to be sinking in, seem to be taking hold in Orlando’s mind as he rears his head back and contemplates all that has been stated. He finally looks back down into the face of Lethal, who is still staring very intensely at him. Orlando doesn’t even say a word as he turns his body sideways, as if allowing Weapon to pass.

Billy: What the hell is this? Is Orlando letting Lethal leave the ring, what kind of answer is that to the ultimatum just given by Weapon?

Douglas: I don’t know, I don’t think Orlando can even make up his mind where he stands on this issue.

A look of doubt and a bit of despair grows in Lethal’s eyes as he shakes his head in pity at Orlando, who just stands there with a rather surreal look. He stares down at the canvas while shaking his head as well before Lethal finally just gives up, marching past Cruze in the direction of the ropes and sliding through them onto the apron. He turns however to stare back at Orlando, half out of the ring and half in it.

Lethal: I’ll except your answer by the end of the night Orlando.

Weapon drops off the apron and onto the outside mats, starting up the ramp as Cruze pulls his head back staring up at the rafters in great contemplation.

Mayne: Booo, I wanted some blood, I wanted someone’s career to be over, this is boring!

Douglas: Lethal just laid down the law to Orlando, and we’ll see what he has to say about it by the conclusion of this evening apparently.

Billy: No, now dammit, now!

Lethal marches up the ramp when a figure strolls through the curtains clutching a microphone and receiving a loud mixed reaction from the sold out crowd.

Excuse me, excuse me ladies.....

Lethal just keeps marching, not even staring into the face of none other than Sean Johnson, who marches out onto the stage with a rather pompous grin on his face. He turns towards the ring where Orlando is standing, Cruze shifting his eyes to his old rival, who is making his way down the ramp.

Sean: I didn’t mean to interrupt this lover’s quarrel......

Boos pour through the lips of the fans as Johnson turns his head towards them, chuckling throughout the process.

Johnson: But Orlando, you and I have unfinished business, and we’ve got a match tonight. And since your already in the ring, I figure, why the hell wait to get this battle started! Mark Comeau wants me to prove myself to get my contract back here on Annihilation, well I’ll make an impact by pinning you Orlando, and signing my new contract in your blood!

Sean flings down the microphone to the ramp and starts towards the ring with a very eager expression on his features. Orlando looks back and forth at the screaming fans then nods his head, beginning to unbutton his designer shirt.

Douglas: That arrogant Johnson coming out here and verbally berating Orlando and Lethal, and it looks like it inspired Cruze to get this match started right here and right now.

Mayne: Orlando isn’t even dressed to compete, I like it!

Dan: There’s history between these two men, and we’re about to see it come center stage right now.

Sean rushes at the ring quickly as Cruze steps back, throwing his shirt into the crowd and still wearing dress pants, completely unprepared for this impending battle.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. SEAN JOHNSON


Sean slides into the ring when Orlando immediately steps in, catching him with a right hand across the jaw before he could even get all the way to his feet.

Dan: And this match is started ladies and gentlemen, what a chaotic way to begin Annihilation tonight, Orlando vs. Johnson in what should be a heated exchange.

Mayne: It already is heated Dan, and hopefully Sean can prove himself to get his contract back here in the ULW.

Johnson backs into the ropes from the shot when Cruze gives him a kick to the gut and now grabs him by the wrist. He whips him across the ring with sheer violence, still all fired up from what he heard from Lethal. Johnson charges into the ropes and bounces off of them before coming back in. Orlando steps to the center and bends forward for the back drop suplex. Johnson suddenly leap frogs him, landing on his feet behind Orlando and then charging into the other ropes. He bounces off and comes back in as Cruze turns to face him. Sean steps in and jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around the neck of Orlando and then turning, throwing him across the ring with a flying head scissors take down. Cruze is shocked as he crashes across the canvas on the back of his head. He sits up quickly and then rolls onto his hands and knees, getting to his feet as quickly as he can.

Johnson beats him to the punch though and now jumps into the air, smacking Orlando in the face with a devastating dropkick, sending spit flying from his opponent's mouth. Cruze crashes into the ring as Sean gets to his feet and unleashes a roar, the crowd starting to boo loudly. Sean points at the down Cruze and begins to chuckle to himself rather arrogantly, the Icon seemingly not even knowing where he is, not having his bearings straight for this match at all.

Douglas: Sean getting the better of Orlando at the start of this match. I don’t think Cruze’s head is straight whatsoever for this battle, he wasn’t prepared for it to start now, and he certainly has a lot on his mind after what Lethal just told him.

Mayne: Excuses, excuses, Johnson is just the better athlete, admit it.

Orlando gets to his feet, looking a bit caught of guard when Johnson steps in and throws a right hand into his face, followed by another, and then another. He quickly reaches out and grabs Cruze by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. Orlando places the breaks on the attempt however and pulls Johnson into a knee to the gut. Johnson bends over, looking to be in some pain as Cruze steps to his side and wraps his arms around his waist. Cruze suddenly lifts him up into the air and onto his shoulder in an awesome bomb position. He throws him back first into the turnbuckle now, the crowd erupting into a wave of shock as a result while Johnson bounces off hard and in turn stumbles forward. He unleashes a shout of pain, reaching for his lower back when Cruze kicks him to the gut and drags him into a front facelock. The fans are still cheering as Cruze lifts him into the air in a vertical suplex position. Suddenly Johnson counters however, floating over and sliding down the back of Cruze. He wraps his legs around his waist and then pulls over onto the canvas in a pinning predicament.

Dan: What a counter!

Billy: Cruze so angry and driven that he didn’t even see that coming.

The Referee drops into position.

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Cruze kicks out, causing Johnson to stumble forward. He turns around quickly though as Cruze pulls himself up the ropes. Sean turns towards him and then charges across the ring when Cruze bends forward and backdrops him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. The fans in turn respond with a wave of shock to see Johnson crash onto his posterior upon the outside mats.

The referee begins to make the count for Johnson, struggling upward to his feet before he finally sluggishly has no force but to slide back in the ring. As soon as he gets onto his hands and knees Cruze steps in giving him a stomp the back of the head. He quickly grabs him around the neck and drags him to his feet, then reaches out and grabs him by the back of the tights, setting up for the suplex he didn’t hit before. He stares back and forth at the crowd then lifts Johnson into the air yet somehow Sean once again floats over, landing on his feet behind him. Johnson immediately grabs the arms of Cruze, trying to lock him in the cobra clutch only for Cruze to suddenly spin around and kick him to the gut. He drags him into a front facelock and then lifts him into the air when somehow Sean Johnson counters, shifting his weight and pulling Orlando down into a small package.

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Cruze kicks out to a huge reaction from the fans. Both men roll onto their hands and knees then rise to their feet as fast as they can. Johnson steps in for a clothesline that Cruze ducks under. He immediately stands up and places Johnson in a reverse neckbreaker position. Johnson suddenly spins around however placing Cruze in a sleeper hold as quickly as he can.

Orlando uses all of his strength to push Johnson sideways towards the ropes, backing him spine first into them and then sending him rushing across the ring. Johnson charges into the ropes and comes back in when Cruze steps to the center and bends forward. Johnson begins to jump into the air for the leapfrog when Orlando stands up, allowing him to drop onto his shoulders before he drags Sean down to the canvas with a sit-down powerbomb.

Douglas: Beautifully done by Orlando, he had that leapfrog scouted that time!

Mayne: That looked like a painful powerbomb!

Johnson bounces off the ring hard and in turn rolls over onto his stomach, flopping up and down in pain. The crowd is shocked by the sudden swift and vicious maneuver. Cruze gets to his feet quickly before he drops to the canvas, pulling Johnson's head up into a dragon sleeper. Orlando also grabs the wrist of Johnson, placing him in a hammerlock as well while still in the dragon clutch. Johnson shouts in pain before beginning to fight his way upwards, working with all of his strength to get his feet beneath him. Finally he does to a great deal of disappointment from Cruze and the fans. Suddenly Johnson uses his incredible leg strength to push himself up and over the shoulder of Orlando, landing on his feet behind his back and in the process getting out of the dragon sleeper. Orlando looks shocked before Johnson grabs the arms of Cruze, wrapping them around his throat and trying his best to apply the cobra clutch yet again. Orlando charges forward, dropping to the canvas and in turn causing Johnson to fly face first into the turnbuckle pad. Sean begins to back away from the turnbuckle slowly, reeling from the collision to his face.

Dan: Cruze barely escaped yet another attempt by Johnson to lock in the cobra clutch.

Billy: Both of these men obviously know each other very well, they’ve had several matches in the past and a long rivalry that was never really settled between them.

Douglas: It was right here on Annihilation when Johnson joined that brief stable with Alexander Fayt to help try and take Orlando out of the ULW. Not to mention the time we witnessed both Cruze and Johnson battling over the stolen World Heavyweight title belt.

Mayne: Why must you remind us of those horrid periods in ULW history?

Orlando Cruze stands up slowly as Johnson continues to back towards the center of the ring. Cruze pulls himself up onto the second rope, balancing himself out and then jumping forward at Johnson. Sean gets his foot up, kicking Orlando to his gut and placing him in a front facelock before dropping to the canvas with the DDT. The fans respond with jeers, getting into the action now. Johnson gets to his feet slowly, taking several deep breaths. He now slaps his arm, calling for something

The crowd gets to it's feet as Johnson slides through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle slowly. The Griffin grins as he glares around at the fans, confidently pointing at himself in the process and insinuating that it’s all going to be over after this one. Sean's attention once again diverts towards Cruze as he quickly dives off the top, flying through the air and slamming elbow first into the canvas, Orlando having avoided the picture perfect elbow drop. Johnson rolls onto his side, grabbing his elbow in severe pain, rising to his knees. Orlando Cruze has already gotten to a standing position across from him. He quickly charges in, rushing at Johnson as fast as he can. He clotheslines him over the ropes and back first onto the apron. Johnson grabs the top rope, keeping from spilling onto the outside mats.

Cruze takes a few steps in reverse as Johnson gets to his feet on the apron, resting back first against the ropes. Orlando charges in though and connects with a huge dropkick to the back of his head, sending Johnson flying off the apron and crashing chest first into the barricade. Sean bounces off hard, his chest cavity looking as if it's collapses due to the impact. Johnson crashes onto the mats across his back, his arms placed over his chest with a look of pure agony draped over his face. Cruze slides under the ropes quickly, not willing to give Johnson any breathing time as he steps towards the kneeling former Anarchy Champion. Cruze quickly stomps him to the back of the head, knocking him all the way down to the mats, looking more intense than ever before he grabs him around the head. He pulls Johnson to his feet as fast as he can and then looks over at the screaming fans, everyone of them appearing excited over Orlando's actions and the look in his eyes. Cruze suddenly lifts Johnson into the air for a suplex but instead drops him ribs first onto the barricade. Sean unleashes a loud piercing roar as he reaches for his ribs and drops onto the concrete behind the barricade.

Dan: This battle spilling to the outside of the ring, and Orlando still looking all fired up here tonight.

Mayne: That pep talk from Lethal really seems to have increased Cruze’s intensity. He’s not wrestling the same stale style we’re all use to.

Cruze keeps his eyes locked on Johnson who is spread across the concrete holding his ribs, the fans standing around him in fear for his condition. He finally begins to push himself upwards, fighting through the pain as he plants his feet upon the concrete, using the barricade as a brace. Cruze steps in quickly, wrapping his arm around the neck of Johnson, placing him in a front facelock. As he lifts him, Johnson drives his hand into the ribs of Cruze, then does it again, causing him to break the facelock. Johnson quickly grabs Orlando by the back of the head and now pulls him face first down into the barricade, slamming him off of it.

Billy: Somehow Sean Johnson is staging an upheaval here, trying to come back against this angry Orlando!

Dan: He’s showing some real spirit out there tonight.

Orlando stumbles backwards after the impact, holding his forehead, as if knocked through a loop. Johnson takes a few steps away from the barricade, stepping even deeper into the fans territory while holding his ribs in severe pain. He suddenly rushes forward though, fighting through all the agony as he approaches the barricade and jumps onto it only briefly. In a matter of seconds he flies off the barricade and soaring at Cruze, connecting with a shining wizard to the side of Orlando's face. The crowd goes insane as both men spill onto the mats, Johnson landing on top of Cruze, gripping his ribs and chest all the while. Cruze appears knocked out after the hard hitting yet incredibly agile maneuver. Johnson continues to lie on the canvas, absolutely battered and beaten. Finally though he rolls onto his stomach, placing his fist to the mats and then standing all the way up. Orlando Cruze is also working his way to his feet, the ref making the 10 count on the inside of the ring.

Sean Johnson steps towards Cruze and hits him with a right hand, followed by a forearm shiver to the side of the face. Orlando is nearly taken off of his feet from the shot before Johnson grabs him by the back of the head, rolling him into the ring. Cruze lies on his back in the ring as Johnson pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle, climbing it quickly. Orlando begins to move, rolling onto his side while Johnson gets to the top, planting his feet on the top rope. As he begins to stand up, Cruze rushes at the turnbuckle, stepping up the ropes and getting into Johnson's face when Sean suddenly throws a hard forearm into his forehead. The shot causes Cruze to fly backwards off the canvas, crashing across it upon his spine. Johnson gets himself balanced now and then flies forward, extending his arm out to his side and dropping his elbow square to the chest of Cruze.

Dan: Johnson with the elbow drop he was looking for earlier!

Billy: And it was picture perfect, that was Lisa Kudrow beautiful.

Douglas: Yuck. Could your taste in woman and wrestlers be any worse.

Mayne:Yeah, I could find Hellkat attractive, and we all know how diluted that would have to be, hahahaha. Did I tell you that I hate Desolation tonight, yet?

Johnson drops onto his side, holding his elbow in extreme pain as well as coveting his chest and ribs. Finally he finds the strength inside of him to roll over, placing his arm across the chest of Orlando Cruze.

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The fans get to their feet, unleashing a huge ovation as the referee rises to his feet and sticks 2 fingers into the air, indicating that Cruze just got his shoulder up. Johnson rises to his knees, looking back and forth at the fans as if disgusted, having a lack of ideas. He in turn rises to his feet very sluggishly. He approaches Cruze and grabs him around the neck. He rolls him over onto his knees and slowly drags him to his feet, Cruze barely able to stand after the elbow from the top rope. Johnson quickly grabs the arms of Cruze, wrapping them around his throat and setting up for some type of move from the cobra clutch position again. Orlando however drops to the canvas unexpectedly, lifting his legs into the air and wrapping them around the waist of Johnson, pulling him down to the canvas. Johnson is dragged into a pinning predicament with Cruze resting on his chest. Before a count can be made though, Cruze gets to his feet, stepping around and grabbing his legs. Johnson barely has any time to respond as Cruze lifts his legs into the air, trying to turn him over and place him in a liontamer like submission hold.

Johnson keeps turning his body, keeping from being placed in the hold when finally Cruze pulls the arms up into his pits and stands completely upright. The crowd erupts as Orlando falls backwards, utilizing a catapult. Johnson flies towards the turnbuckle when he suddenly sticks his hands and feet out, landing on the second rope. Cruze gets to his feet and turns around slowly as Sean positions himself on the second rope. He suddenly jumps forward when Cruze catches him across the chest, setting up for the Rock Bottom.

Douglas: Cruze is about to have the victory in this quick, intense match.

Mayne: No, not another win for Orlando!

Cruze is about to hit the move when Johnson back elbows him to the head, causing him to break the attempt and stumble forward. Johnson steps up behind him now and jumps into the air, placing his feet under the arm pits of Cruze and grabbing him by the shoulders. He falls backwards, rolling Orlando up in reverse into a pinning predicament, seated on the back of his legs in the process.

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Orlando reaches up and grabs the back of Johnson’s tights, pulling him over backwards. Johnson ends up on the back of his shoulders as Orlando rolls over in reverse and sits on the top of Sean’s thighs, reversing the pinning predicament onto his opponent.

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A loud reaction consisting of cheers tear throughout the arena as Johnson kicks out a second too late, Orlando falling to his hands and knees. He rolls out of the ring quickly as Sean sits up on the canvas, peering around in absolute disbelief that he just got pinned by Orlando.

Douglas: Orlando has done it, he’s beaten Sean Johnson here in the opening match to Annihilation, what a win for Cruze after showing such intensity in this battle.

Mayne: Dammit, it looked like Sean was seconds away from securing his spot on the roster again after a grueling performance against Orlando. This isn’t fair, it isn’t fair at all, Orlando should have let Sean win this match if he’s got any respect for the man.

Dan: Yeah, okay Billy, okay.

Johnson rests on his knees in the ring, running his hands through his hair as if ready to rip it from his scalp, almost foaming at the mouth. Orlando leans side first against the barricade, catching his breath with sweat dripping down his body and his casual street pants. His music plays throughout the PA system as the camera zooms in on his very intense eyes, a level of strangeness, oddity captured within them, something going on beneath the surface.


IMPENDING VIOLENCE


The sinister, brooding, darkened eyes of the War Angel glare forward with an unseen before intensity. His breaths are deep, and disturbing, seething at the mere sight of a mysterious occurrence or object. The camera turns away from his reddened skin, at the point of implosion it appears and transfers to a monitor perched upon a black stand. Images of none other than Orlando Cruze at ringside cut across the screen, still celebrating what was a very hard fought victory against Sean Johnson to kick off Annihilation. The reaction from the crowd can still be heard echoing from the barren walls of the backstage area, where Chapel lurks, menacingly watching on with his massive, thick arms crossed over his wide chest. Obvious evil intentions brewing beneath the surface of his angry facade.

Words are finally produced, spoken with a very intense, angry voice, sounding incredibly harsh in fact coming through the throat of the giant.

Chapel: Go ahead Lethal, tell Orlando whatever you want to tell him, try to become best friends with the man, it’s not going to save you. Oh no, it’s not going to save you from me and the wrath that I shall bring down upon thee tonight on Annihilation.

The muscles beneath the red flesh on Chapel’s face twitches violently before he lumbers forward and smacks the bottom of his boot into the monitor. The small screen is sent crashing off the desk and busting into pieces upon the concrete floor, sparks flying through cracked glass. Chapel backs up slowly, still breathing heavily, still looking ever intense.

Chapel: Nothing will stop me tonight, not Orlando, not Lethal, not even God himself. I will not quit until Lethal’s blood fills my hands, and his heart ceases to beat.

Chapel glares down into the open palms of his hands, imagining just what he’ll do to Lethal later on tonight before his eyes raise to methodically glare into the lens of the camera. Slowly, a demonic grin creeps across his features, as he contemplates exactly what must be done to Lethal Weapon, and possibly what he has in store for even Orlando Cruze.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


COMING SOON


JACKSON ADAMS VS. PHANTOM


Dan Douglas: Welcome back to Annihilation ladies and gentlemen, and what a chaotic start we got off to here tonight, with Lethal Weapon laying down the ultimatum to Orlando Cruze, and then the Icon’s subsequent victory over Sean Johnson. But what I’m concerned with is the look on the face of Chapel who was watching on backstage. Something tells me he’s got something very bad in store for the Weapon this evening.

Billy Mayne: Oh, who cares about Lethal Weapon and Orlando Cruze, they’re getting way to overexposed. Let’s talk about something that matters......

Billy begins to stand up while Dan glares at him in confusion.

Douglas: Billy, what the hell are you doing?

Mayne stands up straight, fixing his jacket a bit while glaring towards the ramp with a wide grin, gripping a microphone now which is lifted to his lips.

Mayne: Ladies, and to a lesser extent, gentlemen, drop to your knees now and join in worship of the man, the myth, the legend, the God, Jaaaaaaaccckkkksssoonnn Adaaaaaaammmmmmsss!!!

With an extension of his hand Billy gracefully motions in the direction of the entry way, every fan in attendance responding with boos of the most vicious nature.

Douglas: Oh God, not this bullshit again. Sit down Billy.

Billy: No, you stand up and you show support for the future savior of the ULW, the man who will bring about true perfection to this pathetic place.

The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features and the stolen Livewire title belt still wrapped around his waist. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is while through the curtains behind him stroll none other than Sean “Babyface” Sparks, and Rusty Cage, the remainder of the Alpha Generation. Jackson reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron and patting the Livewire title belt around his waist, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. Sparks and Rusty Cage grab an unflattering effigy of Mark Comeau that a fan created from the front row, and rip it down the center, throwing it into the air. Sparks begins to point and shout at the fan while Rusty motions for the remainder of the crowd to put their hands together for Jackson Adams. JA is standing on the turnbuckle, pointing at his stolen title belt and kissing his fingers, pointing them out over what he believes are his adoring fans.

Mayne: There they are Dan, the greatest combination of young talent ever seen here in the ULW, Mark Comeau’s hand picked future of this federation. Isn’t Jackson Adams just awe inspiring Dan, isn’t he? Especially with his Livewire title glistening so greatly about his waist.

Douglas: Billy, your harder to explain something to than a two year old. That belt does not belong to Jackson Adams, he stole it from Nathan Creed after losing the championship at Paranoia. And now he’s got this Rusty Cage and Sean Sparks watching his back just to make sure that Nathan Creed doesn’t get that title back. I’m so looking forward to when Nathan finally gets his hands on Adams again in the center of that ring.

Billy: Why, so that Nathan can get another jaded victory over Jackson?

Dan: Don’t pull up that stupid rationale again.

Jackson strolls around the ring, pointing at his title belt with both fingers while confidently glaring around at the fans, chuckling to himself in fact. Rusty Cage and Sean Sparks have made their way to opposite sides of the ring, surrounding Adams it appears when Dragula by Rob Zombie plays as the arena flights flicker white, the drums come on as they flicker stops and white smoke fills the entrance area. Phantom comes walking out as he jumps in the air landing at the beginning of the decline in the ramp. He begins to walk down towards the ring, starting to run he slides into the ring. Soon as he hits the ring fireworks go off from each of the four corners and the white lights flicker again. Adams immediately drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, backing away from it in fear at the sight of the disturbing, frightening behemoth. Phantom stands up straight, glaring at Adams with a very terrifying expression on his face. Chris and Sean step to the sides of Jackson, giving him words of encouragement as JA keeps the Livewire title wrapped around his waist and finally begins to approach the ring.

Douglas: Jackson Adams looks like he wants absolutely no part of Phantom whatsoever.

Mayne: No, no, you see Jackson is just buying his time, he’s trying to get the psychological edge over Phantom is all.

Dan: The man is pissing his pants for crying out loud!

Billy: No he isn’t, it’s just perspiration. It’s hot in here tonight.

Phantom keeps his eyes locked on Jackson, who rises onto the apron and stands up, keeping a careful eye on the large mass. Jackson begins to take several deep breaths, slapping himself over the face to ward off the fear before he slides through the ropes into the ring, slowly beginning to approach the behemoth. Jackson Adams steps forward, getting into the face of Phantom, both men giving each other a chilling stare as the bell sounds. Adams turns away from Phantom before spinning around, lifting his hand into the air. Phantom blocks it and returns the favor, shooting his forearm into the side of Adams's head. Knocking him backwards. Phantom gives him a hard kick to the gut and now grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. Jackson places the breaks on the attempt however, reversing the whip with a relieved expression on his face. Phantom is sent towards the ropes, he bounces off of them and comes back in when Jackson drops down to the canvas, causing the massive individual to jump over him and continue across the ring.

He rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then charges back in. Jackson Adams stands up, lifting his leg into the air for the spinning heel kick. Phantom steps under it however, charging into the opposite ropes once again. Adams turns around and is clocked in the face with a vicious flying clothesline shot from Phantom. Jackson crashes onto the canvas with Phantom landing on his hands and knees beside him. Phantom gets to his feet quickly, reaching down and grabbing Adams by the hair. He sits up, dragging him to his feet as fast as he can with Adams looks shocked and petrified at the same time. He scoops him up and then violently slams him down to the canvas with the hard scoop slam. Phantom's eyes quickly turn towards the turnbuckle which he approaches with a great deal of speed. Rusty and Sean shout for JA to do something as Phantom gets to the second rope and now flies off with an attempted headbunt, only to crash face first into the canvas. Jackson Adams sits up with mere seconds to spare, causing Phantom to impact with the canvas tremendously.

Mayne: Expert timing from Adams, avoiding that headbunt right at the last second thankfully. That’s why Jackson is such a great talent, he’s able to get out of any bad situation.

Douglas: So, basically your saying he’s a coward.

Billy: Uh no, don’t put words in my mouth.

Dan: Oh, I’m sure Jackson puts enough in your mouth anyway.

Phantom sits up and unleashes a roar of pain as Adams moves in quickly, reaching out and places him a dragon sleeper position in the seated position. Phantom's arms flail back and forth until he pushes himself upwards, blocking out the impact of the headbunt. He spins around quickly, turning his body and now being placed in a front facelock. Phantom's shoulder is pressed to Jackson Adams' stomach. He shoves him across the ring, spine first into the turnbuckle. Jackson roars in pain, bending forward and gripping his stomach as Phantom takes a few steps in reverse. He looks around at the cheering fans then bends forward and charges across the ring. Adams suddenly turns his body and lifts his knee into the air, smacking it into the face of Phantom who stands up looking dazed. Adams falls back first into the turnbuckle once again, leaning on it for support as Phantom takes a few steps in reverse, working off the tremendous impact to his forehead. His eyes turn towards Adams though, causing him to charge in as fast as he can when Adams kicks his legs into the air, leaning back first against the turnbuckle. He wraps his legs around the shocked throat of Phantom until Jackson drops out of the corner, utilizing the hurricarana to cause Phantom to fly forward and crash face first into the turnbuckle.

Dan: Oh my God, what impact!!

Tim: That was quite the impressive move by Jackson Adams. Of course, everything from Jackson is pretty impressive.

Rusty and Sean are shouting praises from the outside of the ring as Phantom crashes onto his stomach now, gripping his face as Jackson gets to his feet. Jackson grabs Phantom by the ankle, dragging him backwards out of the corner, and leaving him lying across his stomach in the center of the ring. Jackson rushes across the ring quickly, jumping into the air and landing feet first on the second rope which sends him springing backwards. He connects with a lionsault across the back of Phantom, making him shout in pain. Adams gets to his feet almost immediately and rushes backwards into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then drops down to the canvas, rolling forward and flipping out of the move into an almost 450 splash across the back of Phantom. The former Hardcore champion unleashes a roar of pain after both hard hitting manuevers to his back. Jackson Adams gets to his feet and drops a quick elbow to the spine of his opponent, causing even more discomfort for Phantom. Jackson gets to his feet, looking confidant as he bends down, placing Phantom in a front facelock. He drags him to a standing position, as his eyes turn towards the turnbuckle. He charges at it with a head of steam, stepping up the ropes, intending to connect with a high impact tornado DDT. Phantom places his hands to the chest and stomach of Jackson however, shoving him up and over the ropes. Adams flies through the air before crashing face and chest first into the hard mats. He bounces off and flops into the air, rolling into the announce table. The crowd is stunned by the tremendous impact.

Dan: Ohhhh!! Did you hear the sound of Adams connecting with those hard mats?

Billy: Of course I did, I'm not deaf. But this is all part of Jackson’s strategy, all part of what he’s got in store for this match, you’ll see.

Jackson Adams somehow works his way to his feet, still gripping his face after the vicious collision with the mats while Rusty Cage and Sean Sparks step to his sides, trying to help him stand upright. Phantom stands on the inside of the ring, his hand over his lower back. Phantom steps over the ropes though now and jumps off, crashing on top of all three men with a big splash while they were distracted. The arena erupts into cheers as Adams is knocked backwards and sent over the announce table, tumbling into a shocked Billy Mayne, both men crashing to the concrete as a result.

Douglas: Oh my God!! Phantom just took out Jackson Adams and Billy Mayne! I cannot believe that just happened, I've been waiting for something like this to go down for years. Finally somebody has put Billy Mayne out of commision, hahahahaha!

Jackson lies across the hard concrete floor, gripping his back, his legs spread over top of Jerry Walters who seems to be still conscious yet knocked through a loop. Security and EMTs quickly rush towards the announce table to assist both men while Phantom slowly gets up, Rusty Cage and Sean Sparks spread on the mats beneath him. He gets to his feet slowly, utilizing the announce table as a brace to reach his feet. His back seems to be killing him as Jackson Adams stands up and steps in reaching over the table, grabbing him by the back of the head and dragging him face first into it. Phantom bounces off hard, nearly falling backwards again. Security and the EMTs stay clear of the action as Adams grabs Phantom by the back of the head again, this time dragging him into a lying position across the table. Jackson suddenly throws a forearm into his lower back, then does it again, and again, and again. He begins to do it violently with both arms in a furious fashion.

Jackson Adams now underhooks both of his arms before dragging him off the announce table and turning. Phantom is slammed back first onto the mats with a version of the double underhook suplex. Phantom immediately sits up, shouting in pain, his lower back in near shambles at this point. Adams rolls into the ring to break the officials count then drops back onto the mats, approaching his battered opponent. He grabs Phantom around the neck, rolling him onto his knees and then standing him all the way up. He quickly bends forward, burying his shoulder into the gut of Phantom and charging him across the mats as fast as he can. Finally he slams Phantom back first into the steel steps, causing him to unleash a roar of pain as he stumbles forward. Jackson grabs him by the back of the head and pants, rolling him into the ring quickly. Phantom rolls onto his back, his hand over his lower spine as Jackson Adams rises onto the apron. He quickly jumps onto the top rope now and then dives forward, turning into a 450 splash that sends him flying face first into the canvas. Adams bounces off of the ring and in turn rolls onto his back, grabbing his mouth and jaw after the vicious collision.

Douglas: Don't ask me how, but Phantom just avoided that maneuver, even after all that has been done to his lower back at the hands of Jackson Adams. God I love calling a match by myself.

EMTs continue to surround Billy Mayne who is resting back first against the barricade in a daze. Inside of the ring Jackson Adams is slowly getting to his feet, utilizing the ropes for support while Phantom does the same thing. Phantom seems to barely have any strength remaining in his back at all, nearly falling over once he plants his feet on the canvas. Yet he turns towards Jackson and charges across the ring, moving as fast as he possibly can. Jackson suddenly steps out of the corner and catches Phantom out to his side, lifting him high into the air before bringing him down back first across his knee with a canadian back breaker. The entire arena erupts into boos as Phantom drops off of Jackson's leg, falling onto his side and shouting in pain. Adams pushes him onto his stomach though as he grabs Phantom's legs. He lifts them into the air, wrapping them around eachother and then placing his knee to Phantom's lower back as he pulls in reverse on the legs, placing him in a version of a Texas Cloverleaf.

Douglas: Oh man, this could be the end here with that gruesome submission locked in by Jackson Adams in what has been a crazy contest here thus far.

Billy gets to his feet slowly, shaking his head back and forth throughout the process, clearly knocked through a loop by the collision with Adams. He gets into his chair however, as EMTs back away while Jackson continues to pull back on Phantom's legs and drive his knee into his lower kidney area at the same time. Phantom looks to be in a great deal of pain, shouting at the top of his lungs. Finally he buries both of his forearms against the canvas, refusing to go down as the fans rally behind him. Adams shakes his head as he hears the ovation focused upon his opponent. Phantom begins to drag himself across the cavas with all of his strength, dragging Adams with him. The fans are on their feet, stomping and clapping their hands, demanding that Phantom reach the ropes. Phantom refuses to go down though as he gets mere inches away from the cables, extending his arm out as far as it will go. Rusty and Sean have gotten up, shouting for JA to keep fighting.

Phantom finally reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, causing the submission hold to have be broken up. Jackson Adams is unable to believe it as the referee steps in and drags him off of Phantom, pulling him to the center of the ring. Jackson gives him a hard shove, furious that the referee put his hands on him. Jackson Adams turns towards Phantom who is pulling himself upwards, his back in horrific pain. Jackson grabs him by the shoulder suddenly, spinning him around and bending him forward. He drags Phantom's head in between his legs and wraps up his arms, setting up for his version of the Angel’s Wings.

The crowd is still standing and booing now when Phantom stands up, backdropping Jackson over his head and onto the canvas. Adams crashes into the canvas hard as he sits up, reaching for his back. Phantom can barely stand up before he charges across the ring. He bounces off the ropes then comes back in, bending forward as Adams stands up and turns towards him. The crowd is prepared to see Phantom hit a spear when Adams leapfrogs over him, landing on both feet behind his back. Phantom continues across the ring, turning and bouncing off the ropes. Jackson turns around, tapping his temple in order to show his quick thinking when Phantom connects with the spear. Adams nearly flips inside out, crashing across the back of his head then rolling over onto his stomach. Phantom holds his back in horrible pain as he pushes himself up onto his knees. He quickly scoots across them towards Adams now, pushing him over onto his back and hooking his leg.

Dan: Phantom connected with a brutal spear!! It might all be over!

Mayne: What, huh, what happened? Where am I?

The referee slides in, making the count.

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Jackson shoots his shoulder from the canvas at the last second, turning onto his side with a shocked expression on his face. Phantom rises to his knees and raises his fingers in the direction of the referee, demanding he rethink his count as the official informs him that he did not get the win. The large Phantom slowly rises to his feet as he grabs Jackson around the neck, rolling him over onto his knees slowly, beginning to force him up onto his feet before signaling for the Isolator. Before he can hit the move though without warning Rusty Cage jumps onto the apron, beginning to act as if he’s going to enter the ring. Phantom throws down Jackson and rushes straight at Rusty, getting his boot up directly into the face of Rusty, knocking him off the apron and sending him crashing to the outside mats. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this while Sean Sparks hops onto the other apron, throwing a fit and forcing the official to step in front of him, demanding he exit the ring.

Adams begins to remove the Livewire title from around his waist in the process as Phantom now turns towards JA who stands up and clocks him directly in the head with the stolen championship. The gold plate knocks Phantom completely out, sending him crashing to the canvas before Jackson quickly places the belt back around his waist, the crowd booing as loud as they possibly can as Sean drops off the apron.

Douglas: Dammit, Jackson Adams using the Livewire title on Phantom, he just knocked him out completely with that stolen belt!

Mayne: Somebody bring myself and Phantom out some Aspirin, stat!

Jackson falls into the cover on Phantom, hooking his leg with the title still around his waist and a very confused expression on his features as the official drops to the canvas and makes the count quickly.

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Everyone in the arena explodes into boos as Jackson rolls off of Phantom and onto his back, sweating heavily with a very dazed glint in his eyes.

Mayne: Jackson has done it, he’s beaten the monster Phantom in a noble effort that only he is capable of. Now somebody get me some medical help out here quick, forget Phantom.

Douglas: This is bullshit, absolute bullshit, Phantom was cheated out of this victory, he was screwed over by the Alpha Generation!

Phantom gets to his knees Rusty Cage, and Sean Sparks are now just laying into him with clubbing shots, looking furious throughout the process.

Douglas: Oh dammit, not another mugging by this Alpha Generation!

Mayne: Get him boys, get him, tear him apart for what he’s done to Jackson Adams.

Jackson crawls across the ring with the title wrapped around his waist, sweating heavily while Phantom rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside. All the while he is still being stomped at by Sean and Rusty, who slide through the ropes onto the apron and drop down after him. They continue to beat him down brutally as the crowd suddenly explodes into cheers. From the backstage area charges none other than Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks.

Douglas: Here come the reinforcements ladies and gentlemen, Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed coming out here to get there hands on the Alpha Generation after what happened last week on Annihilation.

Mayne: Jackson, watch out you son of a bitch, watch out!

Nathan and Robin slide into the ring immediately as Jackson stands up and turns towards them. As soon as he spins to face then Nathan takes off his Xtreme title belt and cracks Adams directly in the jaw with the title belt. The shot knocks Adams into a spiral and sends him crashing down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, everyone exploding into a loud wave of cheers. Jackson is spread across his chest and stomach as Nathan backs up and shouts at Robin to do something. Brooks rushes back first into the ropes, bouncing off and coming charging back in before she jumps into the air and goes into the shooting star press straight onto the back of Adams. JA shouts in pain, kicking his legs and rolling away from Robin in the process, gripping his back in horrific agony.

Mayne: No, do something Jackson, do something, get out of there before these cheaters tear you apart!

Douglas: Nathan and Robin are getting some payback on Adams for all he’s done to them over the past few weeks.

Nathan reaches down quickly and grabs his title, trying to rip it off of Jackson’s waist, who wakes up and attempts to scramble away from his arch rival. The fans are screaming as Nathan begins to take the belt off of Adams, to get back his property when Sean and Rusty slide back into the ring and immediately pounce on Creed. Laying into him with forearm strikes repeatedly, Robin steps in and grabs Sean by the shoulder, spinning him around and planting a right hand across his jaw that knocks him backwards. Adams rolls out of the ring to the outside mats and jumps over the barricade quickly, lifting the Livewire title and placing it over his shoulder, clutching it tightly while the brawling in the ring continues. A referee charges from the back straight towards the fight in the ring.

Dan: Wait, it looks like we’re about to get this next match started between the Alpha Generation and Creed and Brooks!

Mayne: Are you serious, or did that bump on the noggin I just took shake me up more than I thought it did?

Douglas: A referee is out here, so I suppose that’s what is happening, after all, we knew going into tonight that the Alpha Generation was going to battle Nathan and Robin. So much like earlier in the case of Orlando and Johnson, why not get this thing started right here, and right now!

Mayne: That’s ridiculous, Sean Sparks and Rusty Cage weren’t ready for this!

Dan: You weren’t complaining earlier in the night!

Jackson begins to step back towards the ring when Phantom rises to his feet on the outside of the squared circle. His eyes shift towards Jackson without warning, his features seething, his skin a dark shade of red as Adams begins to back up through the crowd. He points at Phantom and tells him to leave him alone to walk off but the monster just shakes his head and steps over the barricade, beginning to chase after the man who has stolen the Livewire title. Jackson pushes the fans out of his way as he takes off quickly, Phantom marching off after him at a quickened pace, ready to rip JA limb from limb it appears.

Douglas: And thankfully Adams is not going to be a factor since he’s being chased out of here by Phantom, this issue between those two men continuing to escalate as well. So much going on here tonight, it’s almost impossible to keep track of.

Mayne: You leave him alone Phantom, JA never did anything to you, nothing, nothing at all!

Dan: Except for just now having him jumped.

Billy: Why should that upset Phantom, he gets beat up all the time.

Robin continues to jack Sean across the jaw with right hands that sends spit flying from his mouth while Nathan pushes Rusty Cage into a corner and chops him brutally across the chest the referee turning and motioning for the bell in order to officially start this tag team match.


NATHAN CREED & ROBIN BROOKS VS. RUSTY CAGE & SEAN SPARKS


Rusty’s legs kick into the air when another hard chop blasts him across the sternum. Sweat flies from his body when Nathan grabs him by the back of the head and throws a forearm into the side of his face, the shot knocking Rusty off of his feet and down to the canvas. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring with Nathan following after him, the bell ringing in the background. The crowd is all fired up to see this one getting started, especially after what happened at the conclusion of last week’s show, during the conclusion to the tournament bout. Robin turns in a circle in the ring, connecting with a back kick to the gut of Sean that bends him forward, she now rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in. As soon as she steps in, Sean moves forward and bends down, catching her with his hands to her chest and stomach. He throws her up into the air as Brooks lands on top of his shoulders, Sean dropping back into a hard Somoan slam that causes the crowd to groan loudly as a result.

Mayne: Robin being put back into a position she’s use to, lying on her back, hahahahaha. Got to love my one liners, and I came up with that one while suffering from a head injury.

Douglas: I think you’ve always had brain troubles Billy.

Rusty gets to his feet on the outside of the ring, bent forward slightly as he turns to face Nathan, who chops him once again straight across the chest, the crowd wooing at the sound of the impact. Cage rolls towards the barricade, sitting himself up against it as Nathan steps in and begins to stomp him repeatedly to the chest with hard boot shots, holding the top of the barrier as he does so. He appears all fired up, incredibly motivated to be dishing out this pain to the Alpha Generation member when Sean slides out of the ring and steps up behind Nathan. He grabs Creed around the waist and drops back into a quick, hard hitting German suplex that slams the body of Nathan into the thin layer of protective mats with great impact. Nathan rolls onto his knees with a very dazed look in his eyes before falling forward into the mats, every fan vocalizing their anger as a result.

Nathan lies motionless on the mats now, his hand over his lower back which took a great deal of the impact as Sean helps his tag team partner for the evening to his feet. Both men slowly turn around and face the ring starting towards it when Robin rushes towards the ropes and jumps over them, flipping in mid air as he connects with a back first senton splash onto both members of the Alpha Generation.

Douglas: Robin just took down two of the Alpha Generation members with that high flying attack! What grace shown by Brooks.

Billy: Yeah but it won’t matter, she doesn’t have a partner, Nathan is out of it after that German upon the outside mats.

Robin gets back to her feet quickly as Cage stands up in front of her, Nathan trying to force his way up, but in too great of pain to do so. Robin quickly knocks him across the face with a hard slap before she kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the back of the head, dragging him towards the steel steps. The crowd begins to cheer as Robin pulls back on Rusty’s head and slings him face first into the stairs. Cage falls to his knees with his hand cupped over his mouth as Sparks gets to his feet across from Robin when she charges at him and jumping back elbows him to the chest, knocking him down to the hard mats. Robin crawls to her feet quickly and now jumps to the apron as Sean begins to get to his feet when Robin springs to the second rope and bounces on it before she uses it to flip herself backwards through the air as she crashes down on Sparks’s shoulder, knocking them both down to the mats.

Douglas: Ohh, the asai moonsault, another high risk high flying maneuver by Robin, she is really taking it to Alpha Generation! All pumped up after what they did to her last week on Annihilation, costing her the opportunity of moving on in the number one contenders tournament.

Billy: Robin dominating someone, impossible!

Robin gets to her feet as Cage stands up and approaches her only to be meet with a hard set of blows to the face, Brooks swinging her right hand with a fury. The shots knocking him backwards into the steps before Brooks steps back then walks in once again as she superkicks the Alpha Generation member to the chin, knocking him over the steps to the mats. Sparks gets to his feet holding his shoulder as Robin spins back towards him and connects with hard right hands to the side of his face before she grabs him by the top of the head and the back of the tights, rolling him into the ring. Robin quickly attempts to slide in when Sparks stands up and drops an elbow to the back of her head causing the Black Widow to scream in pain. Sean now gets back to his feet and stomps her repeatedly across the back of the neck and head before he reaches down and grabs her by the hair, slowly pulling Brooks to her feet. Sparks steps behind Robin and lifts her up onto his shoulder attempting a back drop suplex when his opponent rolls backwards and lands on her feet behind him. Robin now rushes towards the ropes and jumps to the second one. She bounces off of it and spins around in mid air as Sean turns towards her but is met with a springboard dropkick. The shot knocks him backwards, rolling across the canvas to the ropes.

Billy: What the hell, Robin scoring with another offensive move!?! Get your heads out of your assess guys!

Nathan tries to push himself up on the outside of the ring still, looking as if that German on the mats really hurt him while gripping the back of his neck. Sparks rolls onto his knees and gets to his feet when Robin jumps into the air and hits him with a lariat to the throat, knocking him down to the canvas. Sean slowly begins to rise holding his throat as Robin stands and meets him with more shots to the face, knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle. On the outside of the ring EMTs rush to the ring checking on the condition of Nathan looking very concerned. Cage begins to stand as he leans on the apron before finally pulling himself up onto it.

Douglas: Robin is taking the Alpha Generation apart with high flying moves, she’s moving so quick, they can’t even get their hands on her.

Mayne: Oh don’t worry, the quicker she runs the quicker she’ll get more tired, and then, that’s where the Alpha Generation will excel, mark my words.

Robin steps into the turnbuckle and clocks Sean across the jaw with hard shots before she kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the wrist. She now drags him away from the turnbuckle, whipping him across the ring. Sean turns around and hits back first into the turnbuckle as Robin runs at him. Sparks suddenly steps out of the turnbuckle and clotheslines her down to the canvas, nearly taking her head off, the shot echoing throughout the arena. The crowd sits back stunned at the sound of the collision as Robin lies on her back motionless. Sean gets to his knees placing his hand on the side of his face as he pushes himself upwards into a standing position swaying back and forth before reaching down and grabbing Robin by the hair. He slowly pulls her to her feet and throws her into the ropes, as Robin comes back in Sean catches her in a waist lock before dropping back, throwing her into the air with a belly to belly suplex. Robin crashes back first into the canvas when Sean stands and grabs her by the hair, pulling the Black Widow to her feet and throwing her into the enemy turnbuckle. Rusty holds his hand into the ring as Sean approaches and tags him in. Cage quickly steps into the ring as Sean remains on the inside with him, both men quickly beginning to drill Robin across the face with closed fist.

Billy: Hahaha, the Alpha Generation has taken control of this tag team match.

Douglas: That’s true, but Robin has put on one hell of an effort in what has been turned into a handicap match apparently, with Nathan hurt by that German on the outside of the ring.

Sean and Rusty grab Robin by the wrists as they drag her out of the corner and Cage kicks her to the gut. Sparks quickly drops down on one knee keeping his other one at chest level, Rusty now buries Robin’s head between his legs and places her in a waist lock before he lifts her into the air for the powerbomb. The crowd erupts into boos as Cage powerbombs Robin back first onto Sean’s knee, the sound of the collision sounding throughout the arena.

Douglas: Ohhhh, a back breaker, powerbomb combination! That was one of the most brutal tag team moves I have ever seen.

Billy: Man these guys have got such talent, I guess they have to though, in order to team with Jackson Adams.

Robin rests in a seated position holding the back of her head as Cage kicks her to the face, knocking Brooks backwards onto the canvas. Sparks quickly rises as both men jump into the air and come down with a double elbow drop to the chest of the Brooks. Sean finally exits the ring as Cage grabs Robin by the hair and pulls her to her feet, stepping behind her as he places Robin in a reverse waist lock. The crowd begins to boo insanely as Rusty pulls back and releases her in mid air, delivering a vicious German suplex.

Robin collides back first into the canvas as she rolls onto her face and stomach placing her hand over the back of her neck. Rusty slowly stands and approaches Sean, tagging him into the ring. Sparks quickly enters and stomps Robin to the back of the head, causing her to scream in pain before he pulls Robin to her feet and places her in a gutwrench. Sean lifts Robin into the air onto his shoulder in dominator position before he throws her onto the ropes ribs first. Robin hangs on them bouncing up and down and reaching for her ribs. Sparks backs across the ring quickly and tags in Cage who charges in and rushes at Robin who is spread over the ropes holding her gut. Rusty gets his knee up right into the forehead of Robin knocking her backwards over the ropes to the outside of the ring. She tumbles onto the apron and rolls off onto the mats holding her forehead in severe pain while Cage follows Brooks out.

Billy: I knew Robin’s attack wouldn’t last very long, apparently anything involving Robin, doesn’t last very long, and isn’t very memorable, from what Jackson Adams tells me..

Douglas: Why can’t you still be unconscious.

Rusty grabs Robin by the hair, pulling her to her feet as he buries his shoulder into Brooks’ ribs and pushes her backwards, spine first into the ring post. Robin screams in pain as she falls to her knees yelling horrifically. Cage grabs her by the hair, pulling Robin to her feet as he gets behind her back and places her in a reverse waist lock. He now pulls back and throws Robin back first onto the barricade with the variation of a release German suplex.

Douglas: Oh my God, Robin’s spine may have just been shattered.

Billy: That was insane. Rusty Cage obviously out to end the career of one of Jackson Adams’ arch rivals.

Rusty gets to his feet grabbing Robin by the hair and rolling her into the ring. Cage slides in himself and drops a quick elbow across Brooks’ chest before he gets back to his feet and pulls Robin to hers then throws her into the turnbuckle next to Sparks. Sean quickly wraps his hands around the chin of Robin and pulls back as Cage charges in and spears her to the gut. The ref demands Sparks break the hold as he does and calls for the tag, Cage quickly slapping his hand. Sean enters the ring and kicks Robin to the gut as he drags her out of the corner and places her in a side gutwrench. Sean drops back, hitting a side suplex as Robin soars through the air and comes crashing down on her spine.

Douglas: The Alpha Generation, much like Adams did earlier with Phantom, concentrating much of their attention upon Robin’s back.

Billy: Hahaha, this is perfect, in the same match we’re going to see both Nathan and Robin crippled.

Sparks gets back to his feet and stomps viciously at Robin before he turns and makes the tag to Cage. Rusty slides through the ropes and enters the ring before he jumps into the air and comes down with a hard headbunt to Robin’s chest, causing her to kick her legs into the air. Rusty now grabs Robin by the hair pulling her to her feet as he throws Brooks across the ring. As Robin charges back at him hse quickly drops down to the canvas and slides between the legs of Rusty, getting behind him. Cage turns around as Robin gets to her feet and jumps into the air, connecting with a step up enzugari to the face of Rusty, taking him down to the canvas.

Douglas: Robin answered back, she answered back, she has some how found strength to come back here.

Robin slowly rises to her feet as she begins to approach her corner only to find no one there.

Billy: Hahahaha, that idiot Robin, there’s no one to tag over there you bimbo.

Cage slowly begins to get to his feet in the center of the ring, still bent forward a bit when Robin charges out of the corner and jumps into the air, hitting him with a front drop kick right to the face. The shot causes Rusty to nearly flip backwards, but instead he lands on the back of his head then collides spine first with the canvas as he lays out. Sean demands that Cage get to his feet as Robin stands up and rushes towards the ropes, jumping to the second one as she uses it to spring backwards through the air. She now connects with a corkscrew lionsault across the ribs of Rusty as she holds her gut in pain then drops down and makes the cover.

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Sparks enters the ring and drops an axehandle across the back of Robin’s head, making her break the pin.

Douglas: Oh, I thought that was it.

Billy: I nearly had a heart attack. In fact, I think I’m having the same problem with perspiration that Jackson was.

Dan: Oh God, buy some depends for crying out loud.

The ref demands Sean leave the ring as he slowly obliges, stepping through the ropes onto the apron as Robin rises and grabs Rusty by the hair. She now slowly begins to pull him to his feet as she gets behind his back and buries her shoulder into the spine of the Alpha Generation member and uses all of her strength to hoist him into the air and drop back, delivering a vicious back drop suplex. She now rolls onto her knees before dropping onto Cage and hooking his leg.

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Sparks enters the ring yet again and stomps Robin to the back of the head, causing her to break the pin attempt.

Douglas: Damn that Sean Sparks, he just broke that pin attempt twice.

The ref pushes Sparks backwards towards the ropes as Robin stands up slowly, Cage beginning to do the same. Both individuals stand up across from each other when Robin goes for a spinning heel kick that Rusty steps under. Robin turns all the way around in a full circle after missing the heel kick as Cage now stands in front of her and grabs the Black Widow, placing her on his shoulder in a driver position.

Billy: Oh, Rusty looks to be positioning Robin in a tombstone predicament.

Robin slides off of Rusty’s shoulder though, landing behind his back and pushing him forward into the ropes. Rusty bounces off the cables and comes back in at Robin who jumps into the air and places her feet to the gut of Cage while wrapping her hands around the back of his head, setting up for the monkey flip. Rusty remains standing though and places his hands to the gut of Robin, dropping back and throwing her over his head from the monkey flip position with almost an overhead suplex variation. Robin crashes hard across her back as a result, sitting up and yelling out in pain.

Billy: Oh yes, what an amazing move that was!

Douglas: A nice counter to the monkey flip!

Cage rolls Robin onto her back and hooks her leg, making the cover with the crowd screaming.

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Kick out by Robin to a huge ovation from the fans.

Billy: How in the hell did she just do that?

Cage gets to his feet slowly with a shocked look on his face as he yells at the ref holding his fingers into the air. He begins to stomp Robin to the forehead now before he jumps into the air coming down with a leg across her throat. Rusty rolls onto his knees and pushes himself to his feet as he bounces off the ropes and steps back in before he comes down with another elbow to her chest. The crowd suddenly begins to cheer as Nathan shoves the EMTs around him out of the way, shouting at them to “fuck off” holding his hand over the back of his neck as he turns towards the ring.

Douglas: Look at this, Nathan getting back up, he’s ready to compete after taking that German onto the steel rampway!

Mayne: Is this man insane, he could have a broken back, or worse, a broken neck. And yet he’s coming back into this match to help Robin Brooks of all people, as if he’s got a chance in hell of getting into her pants as a result.

Dan: That’s not the only motivation that Nathan has, he wants revenge on this Alpha Generation just as badly as Brooks does.

Nathan steps onto the apron pointing at Cage. His face pint up with pain and hostility as he continues to point at the Alpha Generation member who slowly begins to get to his feet. Rusty now steps towards him arguing while Robin gets to her feet behind him. Robin looks extremely fatigued placing the back of her hand over her spine when she jumps into the air and dropkicks Cage to the back, sending him charging chest first into the turnbuckle. Rusty hits hard as he backs up right into Robin who jumps into the air and connects with a spinning heel kick right to the back of his head, knocking him down face first to the canvas.

Douglas: Nathan provided the distraction Robin needed to get back in this thing, she needs to make the tag and now!

Mayne: She won’t, she can’t, there’s no way she’s going to be able to get Nathan in this match, and he’s in worse shape than she is, so how would it help in the slightest?

Robin slowly begins to get to her feet as she looks towards the turnbuckle where Nathan looks primed for the tag, jumping up and down on the apron as he shakes his hand violently and gri[s the back of his neck in anguish. Robin suddenly stands up straight holding her arms above her head and spinning around as the crowd begins to cheer.

Billy: What in the hell, Robin with a certain burst of energy!!!

Rusty gets to his feet slowly when Robin kicks him to the gut and places him in a headlock before dropping back, delivering a vicious DDT. Cage’s head smashes into the canvas before he rolls onto his back in pain before Robin gets to her feet, falling into a tag on Nathan finally who quickly enters the ring. The fans are on their feet cheering as Nathan enters the ring and demands Cage get to his feet, Robin standing behind him attempt to pump up the fans. The crowd obliges and continue to cheer as Cage gets to his feet with Nathan rushes right at him and delivers a hard shoulder block that sends him down to the canvas. Nathan spins around, still holding the back of his neck when Sean jumps over the ropes and charges across the ring. Nathan steps forward and catches him around the waist though. He drops back, throwing Sparks over the ropes with a belly to belly suplex that sends him crashing to the outside mats. The entire arena is going nuts at the sight of this as Nathan rises to his feet, still looking all fired up and motivated, not even feeling the pain his body from that lethal German he took a few moments ago.

Douglas: Look at Creed go, he’s just all pumped up, like I said before, more intense than ever before after all he’s been subjected to by the Alpha Generation over the past few weeks.

Mayne: The idiot is still trying to prove himself to Robin, that’s all it is. And it’s going to come back and bite him in the ass for sure.

Nathan turns towards Rusty, who has stood up and now steps in for an attempted superkick. Creed catches his foot and pushes it around though, so that Rusty’s back faces him. Nathan wraps his arms around the waist of Rusty and drops back into a German that flips Cage completely over, causing him to crash across his face and chest before he rolls onto his back. The fans are putting their hands together at the sight of this quick move as Nathan gets to his feet, slapping his chest with both hands and really looking to be on fire. Robin forces herself up the turnbuckle at his side, standing on the top cable as Sean rises to his feet on the outside mats. Brooks now flies off and soars through the air, crashing down on top of Sean with a Flying Star (Shooting Star) from the inside of the ring to the outside. The crowd gets to it’s feet, starting a “holy shit” chant at the top of their lungs as Robin and Sean spill into the mats hard.

Nathan turns to watch the action with a shocked expression on his face while Rusty gets to his knees behind Creed. He throws a forearm into the lower back of Nathan, causing him to arch his spine in shout in pain as Cage gets to his feet and wraps his arm around the neck of Creed while he is bent over backwards. He now spins him around into a brutal swinging diamond cutter from the reverse DDT position, slamming the face of Creed violently into the canvas. The crowd boos at the sight of this as Nathan rolls onto his back, kicking his legs and holding his face. Rusty gets to his feet and grabs the hair of Nathan, rolling him onto his knees as Creed appears very sluggish, dragging him up to his feet and then whipping him across the ring into the ropes. Nathan bounces off and comes back in as Rusty catches him with a tilt a whirl, hanging him upside down in position for the Rusty Nail (Corkscrew Piledriver).

Mayne: Oh, it’s over now, ladies and gentlemen, it is so over!

Douglas: That’s a broad claim, I don’t know how true it might be.

Rusty can’t keep a hold of Nathan though, who slides out of his arms and down his stomach. He wraps his legs under the pits of Rusty and pulls him down forward, rolling him up into a pinning predicament. Nathan is seated on his chest and holding the back of his legs in the process.

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Rusty kicks out with seconds to spare, rolling to his hands and knees while Creed rolls over in reverse to a standing position. Rusty rises to his feet when Nathan charges forward quickly and blasts him directly to the face with a sickening big boot. The shot knocks Nathan off of his feet and onto his back while Rusty goes into a corkscrew before landing on his spine, the fans putting their hands together at the sight of what they just witnessed. Nathan rolls to his hands and knees, pushing himself up onto his feet in the process while on the outside of the ring Sean Sparks has gotten to a crawling base. Robin is still holding her gut after the shooting star from the top rope. Rusty pulls himself up onto the apron when Nathan steps in and blasts him across the chest with a chop over the top cable. Sean almost spills to the outside as Nathan places him in a front gantry.

Creed lifts Sean into the air for a suplex when Sparks floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Nathan. He buries his shoulder into his spine and lifts Nathan into the air suddenly, dropping him down groin first onto the top cable, causing him to straddle it. Nathan yells out in pain as Sean charges at the ropes in front of Nathan, jumping onto the second one and bouncing off before he turns in mid-air and connects with a springboard shin kick to the chest of Creed. The shot knocks him off the ropes and causes him to crash onto the apron, grabbing the middle rope to keep from going all the way to the outside.

Douglas: Ohhh, what a move by Sean Sparks, both of these men looking very impressive here in this tag team bout.

Mayne: They can’t be teamed with Adams if they’re not impressive Danny boy.

Sean stands up, pointing to himself with a grin on his face while Robin pulls herself up utilizing the ropes, getting onto the apron. She stands as Sean turns to face her when Brooks flips over the ropes and lands with the back of her legs on the shoulders of Sparks. She lets go of the ropes and swings around, pulling Sean forward into the cables with a hurricarana. As he falls onto his throat upon the middle rope, with his head over the apron, Nathan stands up and steps in, blasting him brutally to the face with a hard kick. The shot causes Sean to stand up straight with a very dazed expression on his face as he staggers backwards towards Robin, who catches him by the back of the pants and rolls him up into a school boy.

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Rusty dives in with a clubbing shot to the back of Robin’s head, breaking up the pin at the last second. The crowd voices their shock and disgust over the fact that Robin and Nathan came so close to victory with those last moves. Rusty grabs Robin by the hair and pulls her to her feet, dragging her head between his legs and wrapping his arms around her waist. He lifts Brooks up into the air and onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position when Nathan jumps onto the top rope without warning. He springs off and flies through the air dropkicking Robin’s back and in turn causing Rusty to be knocked off of his feet and down to the canvas. Robin comes down seat first on top of him, reaching back and grabbing his legs that were kicked up into the air.

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Rusty kicks out with just seconds to spare, rolling onto his side while Robin falls to a crawling base with sweat dripping from her exhausted body.

Mayne: This has turned into quite the tag team match between both of these tough teams.

Douglas: All four of these individuals pulling out all the stops in an attempt to leave here victorious tonight. A lot of personal issues going on in this match already.

Robin approaches Rusty quickly, who gets to his feet and wraps his hands around the back of Brooks’ head, dropping down into a jaw breaker. Brooks bounces off and stands up as Rusty gets to his feet and then steps sideways with a hard superkick to the face of Robin, knocking her off of her feet and down to the canvas hard across her back. Nathan steps up behind Rusty quickly, grabbing him by the back of the head and bending it over backwards as he sets up for the Total Domination. He swings around with his other arm, going for the modified version of his finishing move, the final cut when Rusty turns around under it. He pushes Nathan forward, straight at Sean Sparks who jumps into the air and viciously dropkicks the face of Creed, knocking him down hard to the canvas. The crowd is booing loudly at the sight of this as Nathan grabs his jaw, rolling back and forth as a result. Sean gets to his knees and points at Robin, shouting at Rusty to stay on her as Cage steps towards the young woman, grabbing the top cable and stomping away at the down Brooks, his back facing the action.

Sean grabs Nathan around the jaw, rolling him onto his knees and placing him in a front gantry and dragging him up to a standing base. He now hoists Nathan up into the air, holding him upside down in a stalling suplex position when Creed floats over, dropping onto his feet behind the back of Sean and bending him over in reverse in a reverse DDT position. He swings around with his arm, connecting with a modified version of the Total Domination. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this as Sean is driven hard across the back of his head directly into the canvas. He rolls across the ring gripping his head as Rusty turns and spits this, reaching into the front of his pants and abstracting what appears to be a pear of brass knuckles. He has it over his fingers right in front of the official’s face as he steps towards Nathan, about to use the deadly weapon. Before he can strike though the official spots the weapon and grabs the hand of Rusty, pulling him around into a circle and then grabbing the brass knuckles. He slides it off the hand of Rusty, who is shouting at him in anger when Nathan crawls up behind Cage and grabs him by the back of the pants, rolling him over in reverse into a quick school boy pinning predicament. The official throws out the knucks and drops down, making the count quickly.

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The entire arena erupts into cheers as Rusty kicks out a second too late, dropping onto his hands and knees while glaring around with a shocked expression on his features.

Douglas: Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks have done it, they’ve beaten the Alpha Generation here tonight!

Mayne: It’s not fair, Rusty Cage was distracted thanks to that asshole of a referee taking away his brass knuckles!

Dan: If things were fair, Rusty never would have brought those things into the match in the first place.

Nathan rests on his hands and knees, still looking exhausted and battered while Brooks crawls towards him slowly, both of them relishing this big win on Annihilation. Before she can get to Nathan however, Rusty steps in and drops a knee into the back of Creed’s head, knocking him down to all fours with the fans booing loudly. Sean stands up, gripping his head and stepping in as he too joins in with stomping at Nathan, the fans looking furious over this.

Douglas: Oh come on dammit, Rusty Cage and Sean Sparks, showing the kind of sore losers that they are, this is disgusting!

Mayne: They’re going to teach Nathan and Robin a lesson, that you don’t mess with the Alpha Generation!

Rusty pushes Nathan over onto his back and begins to choke him with both hands while roaring obscenities, Brooks getting to her feet however. She steps towards Sean and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and connecting with a right to his jaw, followed by another blow that knocks him backwards. The crowd is cheering before Sean gets his knee up into her gut, causing Brooks to bend forward before Sparks steps to her side and rushes in with a high knee directly into her face. The shot causes Brooks to stand up straight and turn towards Rusty who bounces off the ropes and comes rushing in, jumping into the air and soaring through it as he connects with a flying knee to her face. The crowd is still booing loudly as Brooks is taken down to the canvas Rusty landing on all fours. He gets to his knees while Sean raises his arms in victory, smirking widely with the fans booing furiously at the sight of what they just witnessed, the after match beat down upon Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks.

Douglas: This is disgusting, disgusting I tell you, the Alpha Generation have no hearts, they’re heartless!

Mayne: And that’s the only way you succeed in this company Dan, by being heartless, hahahaha.

Rusty and Sean stand up straight, still holding their arms up in victory while the actual winners of this match, Nathan and Robin lay at their feet, exhausted and battered after this grueling exchange with the Alpha Generation.

Dan: There is going to be hell to pay for this, hell to pay. Mark my words, Nathan and Robin will have their revenge.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



OBSESSION


Fearfully, the young Angyllic strides to the outside of the building, slowly exiting the enclosed parking structure, crafted entirely out of concrete. She looks around with wide eyes, examining every single corner and large column that she passes as she makes a straight track to her car, obviously watching out for someone. It looks as if her heart is in her throat, her nerves greatly unsettled with hives peaking through the flesh that covers her pregnant body. With relief her eyes transfer to the car parked right inside of the ramp leading out of the arena, realizing she is moments away from getting out of here unscathed, without running into the menacing beast that has been pursuing her as of late without relent.

Angyllic: Where are you Simon, I need you so badly, where are you?

She finds herself mumbling these words with great angst, great despair, sadness creeping into her tone as she moves within inches of the car. She takes one last look around, possibly watching out for Chapel, or maybe even making sure that her lost love, the missing Silencer isn’t somewhere about. Her heart fills with dread, remorse setting into her eyes as she spots nobody, as she fails once again to discover the location of the man who’s child she is caring, the man she adores so greatly. She slides her keys into the car door and pops it open, quickly sliding inside with sadness still in her eyes as she plants herself on the leather seat. Tears can almost be seen welting within her eyes, perhaps contemplating the fact that she may never see her man again, that Simon may be gone forever. She sticks the key into the ignition, seconds away from starting the car when a hand reaches out from the back seat, placing itself on her shoulder tightly. Angyllic’s eyes widen with fear as she unleashes a gasp, being dragged violently back first into the seat as none other than Chapel sticks his head out of the back, glaring at the terrified young woman with a demonic grin.

Chapel: Hahaha, do not fret my dear Angyllic. For you see, although Simon isn’t here, you still have me. And soon, soon.....

Angyllic is paralyzed in horror as Chapel’s hand wraps around her throat now, beginning to squeeze with great pleasure.

Chapel: You shall fulfill your obligation to me, soon, we shall be together, joined by your blood as one, you will bring about a great change in the ULW. Yes, you Angyllic should bring about an awakening. Soon, soon my dear, hahahahaha.

He releases her throat as Angyllic unleashes a loud panicked scream, immediately grabbing her car door and pushing it open. She jumps out of the car, wrapping her hands around her pregnant stomach and running off as she glances over her shoulder at Chapel in the car. In terror she flees the building, Chapel still seated in the back of the car, a devious smirk cut across his face, enjoying the sight of her horror.


STATE OF ANNIHILATION ADDRESS


With a furious uproar consisting of boos, swear words, and a combination of other verbal insults, the crowd responds to the sight of none other than Mark Comeau. Instead of the usual frustration and anger that usually wears heavily on the features of the Annihilation General Manager, he has a grin and a pleasant demeanor about him. He flashes his pearly whites in the direction of the camera, looking almost happy for a change, dressed in his expensive suit and perched comfortably upon the edge of his desk. A large Annihilation emblem is engraved into the wall behind him, the setting strangely resembling something you’d witness from a Presidential debate of the highest importance.

Mark: Hello my fellow Annihilation fans, it is I, your leader, your General Manager Mark Comeau, joining you tonight to express my feelings on some issues that have become abundantly clear throughout the night.

The grin on Mark’s face only grows even further as he gets himself a little more comfortable on the top of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

Comeau: For starters, I notice a lot of people are sitting around asking themselves, “hey, where’s that AWOL guy? Isn’t he suppose to be here tonight, offering up lectures, stirring up trouble, and ending the careers of talent that men such as myself Mark Comeau, have invested a great deal of time and effort into.” Well, the answer to that question is simple enough, AWOL isn’t here tonight, nor will he be here next week, because the suspension I forced him on him two weeks ago, still stands to this very day. Unless AWOL is defending the World Heavyweight title, then he has no justification for being here on Annihilation. And, as long as I’m the head booker around here, the man who throws together the matches on whatever whims I feel comfortable with, he’s not going to be defending the title here on Annihilation for a very long time. Also, mark my words, when the day does come when he puts the belt on the line here on Annihilation, it will be the very same day that he loses the title.

The next time you people see AWOL on this telecast, it’s going to be the very same day that he loses the World Heavyweight Championship. Which shouldn’t be too difficult a task, since he’s been handed victories left and right on Vengeance, with their lackluster group of challengers such as Steve Newman or Hurse. The bottom line is this Annihilation fans, don’t get anxious about seeing AWOL on this show, because it’s not going to happen for a very long time. And if you think for even a second that he’s just going to show up and disobey direct orders, your mistaken again, because I happen to have my security positioned at each and every single door in this arena.

Oh, and of course Chapel has agreed to help out on the front of keeping AWOL away from this building, and since we all know the insatiable horror that AWOL feels around the War Angel, then it’s safe to say he’ll be stepping nowhere near this arena tonight. Therefore, the era of AWOL is over, let’s move onto other, more important subjects, such as the number one contenders tournament match tonight. You see, I have certain plans for that cont.......

Wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong!

Comeau is jarred a bit as his attention shifts to something behind the camera, as if just noticing it. The camera turns to reveal not only someone standing there with a set of cue cards, but a figure seated in the shadows wearing large puffy producer pants and a dark beret on top of his head. The figure stands up and steps forward, revealing himself as none other than Desolation, holding a large megaphone and appearing disgusted by what he’s seeing. Comeau watches on, infuriated that his address to Annihilation was cut off, especially by the Dark Man.

Desolation: This is just terrible, the whole speech sounds a little too redundant, and little forced. Also, can we get some more makeup on the General Manager please, and he’s got one hair that doesn’t look eye appeasing to me, someone please shave it off.

Mark is still very confused as a figure steps into the camera’s frame, revealing themself as none other than Hellkat. She has a container full of powder which she dabbles a brush in, stopping beside Comeau.

Mark: What the hell is the meaning of this? I’m trying to give an important speech here about the Annihilation, I’m starting to get real tired, real fast of your constant interruptions Desolation.

Mark looks livid as Hellkat now lifts the brush into the air and begins to dab the side of Comeau’s face with it, applying the makeup. Mark pushes the brush away, still appearing upset while Naked Ned appears behind the desk, holding a pear of scissors and examining the GM’s hair closely.

Desolation: Now, now, Mark calm down, don’t let yourself get all riled up, that kind of thing at your age could give you explosive diarrhea, or worse cause you to have an aneurysm in your brain and start talking in harder to follow sentences than Romeo Damascus. My loons and I are merely here to help increase the enjoyment of tonight’s show, and to interject before you foolishly make any claims about any type of interference in the contender tournament thingy.

Mark: This show is plenty entertaining dammit, we don’t need you running around throwing down flags, or dressing up like myself and the Alpha Generation, or.....

Desolation: Ha, wait, wait, are your group of opening act stooges really called the Alpha Generation?

With great restraint Desolation forces back his laughter at such a name as Mark’s eyes dart back and forth his agitation growing by leaps and bounds.

Comeau: Yes, they are, and if you don’t start playing by the rules here then I’m going to sick all three of them on you.....

Desolation: Hahahaha! Sick Jackson Adams, on me? Hahahahaha, that’s funnier than you thinking this show is entertaining.

Desolation continues to chuckle while placing his hand on the shoulder of Mark, patting it as the GM becomes even more angered and outraged than ever before, seething with great hostility.

Comeau: That’s it, get the hell out of here right now Desolation, before I have you and your band of misfits thrown out. I mean it this time, I’m not playing around anymore.

Desolation rolls his eyes and shakes his head while Hellkat still tries to powder the cheek of Comeau, much to his disobedience.

Dark Man: Relax Mark, like I said, we’re just here to help liven this whole thing up a bit. Besides, you can’t get rid of us now that I have within my possession a certain collection of contracts that you foolishly left locked in your desk last week, where anyone with experience at picking locks could find them.

The jaw of Mark drops as he glares at Desolation in anger.

Comeau: What? Where are my contracts at!?! I swear to God Desolation, if you’ve done.....

Desolation places his arm over the shoulders of Mark, reassuring him.

Desolation: Relax Marky Mark, I got them in a safe place, there with Tia.

Desolation motions towards the corner of the room where he was sitting in his director’s chair, Mark’s eyes opening widely as he spots Tia lying on the floor, finger painting on the collection of contracts. Mark’s mouth is hanging open as Desolation pats him on the back rather roughly.

Desolation: See, everything’s taken care of. Now back to your places people, let’s get that make up and hair done and get this show back on the road.

Mark is still shell shocked by all that he’s seen as Hellkat lifts the powder up to her nose and smells it. She now rears her head back, trying to keep from sneezing but is unable to stop herself. She sneezes directly into the powder, sending it flying all over the face of Comeau, who looks even more shocked. His features are completely covered in the powder as he reaches up slowly to clean it from his eyes. Mumbling obscenities under his breath, Mark continues to rub off the powder as Naked Ned finally seems to have discovered the out of place hair, picking up a thing of electric trimmers and running it over a patch of Comeau’s scalp. He cuts away a large chunk of hair on top of Mark’s head, leaving a large bald spot as the GM’s mouth hangs even further open, reaching up and grabbing the top of his head, his jaw hanging open. He slowly feels around to the empty patch of his scalp, taking several deep breaths in anger, as his face tightens up.

Mark: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!

Mark stands up, powder dropping from his face and a large open patch of hair cut from his head. Naked Ned shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what he did wrong as Desolation puts his arm over the shoulders of Hellkat and looks at his watch, briefly cringing at the sight of what happened to Mark’s hair.

Desolation: Oh well, look at the time, I’ve got to go kill Romeo Damascus again. I’ll trust you to handle the rest of this on your own Mark, now that we’ve made the necessary changes.

The entire body of the GM is shaking violently as his teeth grit against one another, watching Desolation lead his family and Naked Ned out of the dressing room. His skin, the parts noticeably beneath the powder, has taken on a red hue as he turns to glare directly at the camera once more, absolutely seething with the patch of hair cut away from his scalp very noticeable.

Comeau: Damn I hate that guy. But not even he is going to ruin it when I bring Isaac Saine out to join Annihilation tonight.


CHAPEL VS. LETHAL WEAPON
HARDCORE MATCH


The Sound of peaceful chords from a guitar strum away gently over the speakers as the fans in the arena turn on there seats to look up the long rampway toward the curtained off section of the ULW stage structure, the large video screen showing a man, darkened by shroud, suddenly the tune "My Life" by 12 stones blasts from the speakers and a light shines upon the man being filmed, the face of Lethal Weapon appearing from the darkness, his eyes turning to glare at the fans before it is replaced with images of his past, his history, the immortal Lethal Weapon destroying opponents every shape and size in his long illustrious career.

Suddenly he steps out from the back, his flash attire gone, replaced by ripped jeans, his trademark boots and no shirt, only his bare upper body, toned and ripped better then ever before, slowly he walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, his face digusted by what sits before him, a wrestling ring, the fans, the business as a whole, sickening to the eyes.

He climbs up onto the apron and looks around at the hordes of people around him, his eyes hateful before he enters the ring and just leans in the near corner, unconcerned with the people around him. They can’t help but to show some support though as he looks very motivated, more pumped and eager than ever before, glaring around at the sold out crowd throughout the process.

Dan Douglas: Well, with all the off beat antics going on backstage, it’s time to refocus ourselves on this huge, impending match, one that has been weeks in the making. Lethal Weapon is about to clash with Chapel, a man some people say he is incapable of defeating, tonight may be his opportunity to prove them all wrong. I can’t believe we’re giving this match away for free, a match that promises to make us even bigger than the pay-per-view Vengeance just produced.

Mayne: Ha, can you actually even call that a pay-per-view? Anyway, Lethal doesn’t stand a chance Dan, sorry to burst your bubble. Chapel has his number, he’s proven that through getting two straight victories against the ULW legend, and with Weapon all sidetracked with thoughts about Cruze, there’s no way he’s going to be capable of leaving tonight with a win over this focused monster.

Dan: I don’t know how focused Chapel is, since he seems to be strangely obsessed with Angyllic, for reasons he still has not disclosed. But I think tonight, Lethal may just break the streak that Chapel has been on against him, and he’s going to do it in Chapel’s own style of match.

Lethal is strolling back and forth, looking very pumped, very eager for the impending match. His eyes transfer towards the stage, breathing deeply, looking more focused than he’s ever been before, more determined than we’ve ever seen him. Weapon begins to grow anxious it appears as he awaits the arrival of his heated rival. The lights go dim and suddenly red lights begin to flash and light the staging area. “Black Water" begins to play as fire rises around the entranceway. A massive form is seen shrouded in darkness standing behind the flames with another figure at his side. As the song hits the hard, echoing chorus for the first time, Chapel walks through the fire and out to the aisle being followed by an arrogant Synclaire. The massive zealot walks to the ring, his head covered in a black hood and a black trench coat covering his body. He walks up to the side of the ring and stands outside the ropes. The hardcore titan steps into the ring and stands in the center. He slowly removes his coat and tosses it to the side and finally rips off his hood and tosses that to the side as well, Synclaire cheering him on throughout the process. With red light filling the ring, Chapel stretches out his arms and lifts up his head looking to the sky. With the lights dying down and his music fading out, Chapel stands in the ring and blesses himself with his taped fists, ready to battle. Weapon stands back, surprisingly keeping his cool throughout the process.

Mayne: Look at this man Dan, look at the War Angel, he’s been on the most impressive role of his entire career over the past few months. Look at the people who have been taken down by Chapel, there was Killjoy at Paranoia, Orlando Cruze, Lethal Weapon twice, Romeo Damascus, and Desolation, he’s single handedly almost destroyed this entire roster. There is no stopping him, Lethal doesn’t have a chance in hell of stopping this run that the King of Monsters has been on as of late.

Douglas: Chapel certainly has been on a very impressive role as of late, inflicting a lot of damage on a lot of people, however, he is yet to pin Lethal’s shoulders to the canvas, or force him to submit, and that’s what really matters Billy. Not DQ’s, and not cheated wins, let’s see if Chapel really is good enough to defeat Weapon right here tonight in a hardcore match. I tell you, I’m very excited for this one.

Billy: I’m excited to, because I can’t wait to see Lethal be out matched, and out classed by this monster yet again, tonight.

The crowd is absolutely electric as Chapel stands on the outside of the ring, still glaring into the squared circle, directly at Lethal Weapon. The Legend is storming back and forth in the ring, a furious, repulsed expression on his face, he seems outraged at the mere sight of Chapel, the man who he’s been battling, warring with for weeks now. Synclaire stands at Chapel’s side, dispensing some words of wisdom upon him as the War Angel shakes his head and continues to grind his teeth as his eyes remain locked on the ring, on Weapon. The crowd is still greatly anticipating this one as Weapon’s face becomes contorted with great hostility and rage.

Dan Douglas: You can feel it in the air here tonight Billy, this has a big match feeling to it. Chapel vs. Lethal Weapon has been building since the first Annihilation under this new brand split, and I think they’re finally going to tear one another apart.

Billy Mayne: Of course they are, but it’s going to end up the same way it has every time that Weapon and Chapel have stepped into the ring over the past few weeks, with the War Angel standing victorious in the ring. Lethal cannot beat Chapel, he just can’t.

Chapel storms around the ring before taking his eyes off Weapon, staring at Synclaire who is still shouting words of encouragement at him, giving him advice. Suddenly Lethal rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes straight into a huge suicide headbunt, flying straight into Chapel. Every fan in attendance goes nuts as Lethal comes down on top of Chapel, who is knocked onto his back. Lethal crawls on top of him, beginning to throw right hands repeatedly into the face of the King of Monsters. He lifts both hands into the air and begins to bring both of them down into clubbing shots over the head of Chapel repeatedly as Synclaire steps back with an absolutely shocked expression on his face.

Douglas: And Lethal not waiting to get this match started, he’s going straight at Chapel full force.

Mayne: What a cheater, he caught Chapel off guard!

Dan: That’s kind of what you want to do in a wrestling match Billy.

Chapel tries to force himself up onto his feet as he rolls onto his knees, Lethal grabbing him by the back of the head however and throwing a vicious forearm into the side of his face. He now lifts his arm into the air and brings it down violently over the back of Chapel as well, causing the former Livewire Champion to turn away from Weapon and groan loudly in pain. Weapon grabs Chapel around the jaw, dragging him up to his feet as he places his hand around the back of his opponent’s head. He throws a forearm into the side of his face, followed by another strike, and then another one, the shots staggering the War Angel, who tries to keep his feet beneath him even throughout this vicious assault. Weapon steps in and chops Chapel across the chest with great impact as he turns away from Weapon.

Lethal rushes forward, grabbing Chapel by the back of the head and rushing him straight at the barricade. He bends him forward and flings him directly face first into the steel barricade, the metal denting around the body of the King of Monsters. Chapel falls onto his knees, roaring in anguish before he rises to his feet and turns to face Lethal, who bolts across the mats. He dives forward into a huge lariat to the throat of Chapel, the shot knocking both men over the barricade, crashing into the sea of humanity which is going nuts as they clear out of the way.

Billy: My God, has Lethal lost his damned mind, this brawl is going into the stands now!

Dan: He is more fired up than I’ve ever seen him!

Chapel forces himself to his feet with the crowd still going nuts, beginning to step through the crowd as he attempts to get away from Lethal. Weapon stands and rushes up behind Chapel though, blasting him over the back with a hard forearm strike that nearly takes the War Angel down to the ground. Weapon spins Chapel around and blasts him under the jaw several times with a number of hard right hands that causes the crowd to groan as they hear the blows echo throughout the arena. Chapel’s arms flail as he tries to remain standing, only for Weapon to kick him to the gut, bending him forward. He delivers a hard, brutal European Uppercut to the jaw of Chapel now, causing him to stand up and turn away from Weapon as he makes his way towards the steps.

Lethal doesn’t let him get away though as he grabs Chapel by the back of the head and turns him towards one of the fans, demanding that they grab their chair and hold it up. The chubby fan grabs his seat and lifts it up in front of him as Lethal pulls Chapel’s head back and rams it directly into the chair. The crowd erupts at the sight of this as Chapel stands up with a very dazed look on his face, Weapon absolutely full of pure emotion. He grabs Chapel by the back of the head and attire, rushing him at the barricade and then throwing him over to the outside mats. Chapel crashes across his back upon the mats, rolling onto his hands and knees as he appears stunned by the brutality in which Lethal is inflicting upon him. Michael is shouting for Chapel to get up, waving the goliath upward, equally as stunned by the way Weapon has started this match. Chapel gets to his feet, shaking his head in shock when Lethal rushes across the concrete and jumps over the barricade, flying straight at the King of Monsters as he strikes him devastatingly right under the jaw with a forearm strike. The crowd cheers the athleticism of Lethal as he falls onto his side, Chapel being taken down to the mats as well as he grabs his mouth.

The War Angel shakes his head and rolls onto his knees, getting to his feet as Lethal does as well, his eyes full of passion and rage over all that has gone down between these two over the past few weeks. Chapel continues to try and get to his feet with his back turned towards Lethal, who jumps onto the apron and stares down at the behemoth. He yells for Chapel to turn around as the War Angel staggers in the direction of a steel chair that is set up in the corner of the barricades. Lethal charges across the apron and dives straight off at Chapel, who spins around, turning the chair long ways and driving it into the gut of Weapon. The crowd explodes into boos at the sight of this as Lethal drops onto the mats feet first, bent over forward and gripping his ribs. Chapel grabs him by the back of the head and charges him at the barricade, throwing him face first into it with violent, vicious impact. The fans groan over the impact while Chapel backs up, a furious, and pain ridden expression residing on his features.

Douglas: Chapel finally getting in some offense with the use of that steel chair to the ribs of Weapon!

Mayne: He perfectly timed that and drew Lethal right into it, I can’t believe this match hasn’t even gotten in the ring yet.

Chapel continues to stumble as he steps towards Lethal and grabs him by the hair, dragging the dazed Legend to his feet. He steps around in front of him and bends forward, burying his shoulder into the gut of Weapon and then hoisting him up into the air. He is holding him on his shoulder before he charges him backwards directly into the steel turnbuckle post. Lethal groans in pain after the collision as Chapel keeps him loaded onto his shoulder, elevated off the mats. Chapel backs up with Lethal still on his shoulder before he charges forward with a grunt and rams him back first into the post once more. Lethal roars in anguish as a result while Chapel keeps him on his shoulder and steps around the ring. He places him on the apron and rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Weapon gets onto his elbows and knees, reaching for his battered kidney area as Chapel slides into the ring himself. The King of Monsters looks furious as he rushes at the crawling Lethal and kicks him directly to the ribs. Weapon flies up into the air and then crashes onto his back, wrapping his arms around his mid-section.

Billy: Hahaha, Chapel now in firm control of this match, using his size and weight to his advantage against this aged hack Lethal Weapon.

Douglas: Hey, wait a minute, your making the same statements that Desolation did, you guys have something in common.

Mayne: What NEVER! If I shared thoughts with Desolation, I’d have to be mentally retarded, do I look retarded to you?

Dan: Do you really want me to answer that question?

Lethal is still gripping his ribs as Chapel bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back in. He jumps into the air, catching some height before he comes down with his massive body crashing into the chest and ribs of Weapon, hitting a big splash. Chapel rises to his knees immediately and grabs the hair of Weapon, lifting his head up and beginning to deliver right hands to his forehead repeatedly. He didn’t even go for the pin, opting to further dish out pain on Weapon, really trying to bust his forehead open. He digs his fingers into the eyes of Weapon now, trying to rip them from his sockets it seems. Lethal is shouting at the absolute top of his lungs as he grabs the wrists of Chapel, trying to pull them away from his eyes. Chapel breaks this hold though and digs his fingers into the sides of Lethal’s mouth, fish hooking it from both sides. He pulls back on his mouth with all of his upper body strength, ripping at his flesh.

Lethal kicks both of his legs and yells in pain as Chapel is trying to do nothing short of rip his face off. He breaks that fish hook and bionic elbows Weapon to the bridge of his scalp, the shot knocking him onto his back. He reaches for his kidneys in the process as Chapel grabs Lethal around the jaw, rolling him over onto his knees. He pulls him up to his feet and buries his shoulder into his gut, charging Lethal backwards directly into the turnbuckle, almost spearing him into it. Weapon grinds his teeth and shouts in pain as Chapel stands up and then brutally open hand chops him across the chest. Lethal wails in pain as his legs kick up into the air, yet his arms dangling over the ropes keep him standing.

Chapel steps back and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike before grabbing him around the throat with both hands and stepping backwards. He drops in reverse with the double handed choke still applied, throwing Weapon over into a flip, a chokehold suplex of sorts. Lethal crashes onto his back across the canvas, immediately sitting up and writhing in anguish after the collision. Chapel rolls onto his knees, breathing furiously, snarling in fact as this intense match continues to unfold. Chapel scoots up behind Lethal, grabbing his arm and placing it around his throat while locking him in a seated cobra clutch submission. Weapon grinds his teeth and kicks his leg once more as he finds himself in this submission. Chapel really holds onto the cobra clutch with every ounce of strength, grinding his teeth throughout the process.

Due to still having a great deal of energy in his body, Weapon begins to push himself up onto his feet. His legs are cutting out beneath him, yet he remains upright, refusing to go down. Chapel grabs the back of Lethal’s pants and lifts him up into the air though, directly onto his shoulder. He grips the pants of Lethal while holding him on his shoulder in a back drop position, holding him there by pressing him into the air with a single hand. The crowd is amazed by the strength before Chapel rushes forward, throwing Weapon into the air with one hand and sending him crashing into the canvas hard across his back. Weapon sits up, groaning in pain, his jaw having dropped as he feels the anguish course throughout it. Chapel steps forward quickly while he is in this prone position, bending forward and wrapping his arms around his neck, placing him in a cobra clutch once again.

Chapel remains standing however, bent over the body of Lethal while holding onto the submission before he stands up straight, lifting Weapon off of his seat and high into the air. He keeps him in the cobra clutch before stepping out to his side and flinging him down to the canvas directly across the back of his head and upper back with devastating impact. The crowd unleashes another groan as Lethal sits up and yells out in pain, his body contorting from the anguish while Chapel backs up with a smirk on his face, arrogantly staring down at Weapon and the predicament he’s been longing to get him into.

Douglas: What an impressive combination of power moves by Chapel, really inflicting a lot of pain throughout the body of Weapon.

Mayne: With the injuries Lethal’s crusty old body has sustained over the past few years in this business, it’s a pleasure to watch him get methodically broken down like this by the War Angel, Chapel.

Dan: When did you suddenly become such a huge fan of Chapel?

Billy: Synclaire is his manager, Chapel has been on a tear, and he’s tearing the wrinkled body of Lethal apart in the ring for a third time, there is nothing that can stop this man from becoming World Heavyweight Champion.

Chapel appears furiously intense, his grin fading as he steps towards Lethal, who has fallen onto his back, aching in pain. The War Angel grabs the hair of Lethal, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet before stepping forward and connecting with a stiff headbunt to Weapon. The shot knocks Lethal backwards, staggering him before Chapel chops him stiffly across the chest, almost knocking the legend out of his boots. Yet Chapel keeps from falling by grabbing his wrist and backing him into the cables. He whips him across the ring with great force, sending him at them as he picks up extreme intensity. Weapon bounces off and comes charging right in at Chapel, who steps forward to deliver a devastating clothesline. Weapon ducks under it, sliding around under the back of Chapel and burying his shoulder into his spine.

He seems to be setting up for the back drop suplex before Chapel blocks it and performs a standing switch. He gets around behind the back of Lethal and places him in a reverse waist lock, setting up for the German suplex. Weapon appears stunned before he rushes forward straight at the cables, dragging the massive weight of Chapel with him throughout the process. Lethal reaches out and wraps his arms around the top rope, blocking the German suplex as Chapel keeps going for the German suplex. Lethal back elbows him to the face however, then does it once more, connecting with a shot to the bridge of Chapel’s nose. The shots knock him off of the reverse bearhug as he stumbles backwards, Lethal taking a step back and then rushing into the ropes in front of him.

Weapon strikes the ropes back first, coming back in at Chapel who turns to face him and bends forward, turning his body sideways in the direction of Lethal. He catches Lethal and pulls him into his shoulders, standing up straight as he has Weapon placed in the torture rack to a huge reaction, the fans realizing that he is about to hit the sit-down back breaker. Weapon turns his body though, sliding around over the head of Chapel while wrapping his arm around his neck, dropping down to the canvas in front of the War Angel. He has Chapel bent forward before he drops him down in a DDT position straight face first into his knee. Chapel bounces off the knee with Lethal still wrapping his arms around his neck and standing up as he turns the War Angel around into a reverse neckbreaker position. He drops down to the canvas, connecting with that vicious neckbreaker, completing a very brutal combination that has both men laid out and the fans on their feet showing appreciation.

Mayne: I can’t believe it, a combination of brutal moves by Lethal Weapon, breaking that torture rack back breaker attempt by Chapel.

Douglas: Lethal showing why he’s such a veteran here in the ULW, knowing how to make reversals like that. Also, he’s really starting to show just how much flexibility and agility that he has for a man of his dimensions.

Billy: More importantly, his age, the man should be out here with a little steel walker, and a bed pan for crying out loud.

The crowd is still on it’s feet as both men lie on the canvas, dazed and a little sweaty from the fast paced way that this match got started between both extreme rivals. Lethal rolls over to a crawling base and stands up, with sweat dripping from his face, Chapel beginning to do the same. He waves for Chapel to get up, shouting furiously as the War Angel begins to force himself to his feet, still hunched over. Synclaire slaps the apron and warns Chapel to watch out as Weapon steps in and blasts the King of Monsters across the jaw with a stinging right hand. Spit flies from Chapel’s mouth as he is backed into the turnbuckle from several shots to his head by Lethal. Weapon grabs the wrist of Chapel and begins to whip him across the ring with all of his strength.

Chapel puts the breaks on it though, reaching back with his hand and wrapping it around the top rope as he immediately begins to shake his head. Weapon appears somewhat stunned as Chapel pulls Lethal towards him and straight into the ropes. Lethal hits them and flies over the cables, but reaches up and grabs the top one at the last second, hanging from the top rope by his hands, his legs dangling over the outside mats. He now shows great grace as he attempts to skin the cat back over the ropes, hanging upside down from them now, when all of a sudden Chapel rushes in and spears him through the ropes directly into the gut. The force of the collision sends Lethal flying upside down off the ropes and crashing back first hard upon the mats, the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs.

Douglas: LETHAL ALMOST LANDING ON TOP OF HIS HEAD!

Mayne: This match is getting homicidal, that’s how much both of these men despise one another, they hate each other with a passion. And after all, what’s not to hate about Lethal Weapon?

Lethal rolls onto his knees, his hand draped over his back while he groans in pain, Chapel sliding through the ropes onto the apron, standing over him with a menacing expression on his face. He jumps off the apron and comes down with a forearm strike over the back of Lethal, causing him to groan in even louder pain before the King of Monsters bends forward, burying his shoulder, into the gut of Weapon. He now rushes Lethal backwards, directly spine first into the steel plates of the barricade, causing the crowd to groan over the echo of the extreme impact. Weapon wails in anguish before Chapel takes a step back and rushes forward with a big boot directly into his face. Spit flies from the mouth of Lethal before he crashes over the barricade backwards straight into the sea of humanity.

The fans clear out of the way, going nuts throughout the process while Lethal tries to force himself to his feet amongst the crowd, all the while gripping his spine in agony. Chapel steps towards him and reaches over the barricade, grabbing the hair of Lethal and dragging him forward into his other hand. He shows incredible strength as he dead lifts Lethal up into a military press, holding him there while turning towards the ring and throwing him through the ropes to the inside. Weapon crashes across his back, dropping onto his side in the ring while still gripping his spine in anguish. Chapel grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, lifting it into the air with quickness and Synclaire shouting words of encouragement, looking very excited over what is transpiring. From under the ring, Chapel now drags a steel chair. The fans unleash a vindictive onslaught of boos at the sight of the steel instrument that Chapel holds up in front of him as he moves towards the ring.

Without warning though, Lethal gets to his feet and rushes across the ring, he grabs the top cable and flips over it into a huge pancha. He crashes back first directly into the chair, knocking it into the face of Chapel as both men crash down to the mats with great force, a loud reaction emanating from the crowd while Synclaire stands back in shock.

Mayne: Lethal showing just how agile he can be in the ring, but I think it was very foolish of him to utilize a move that would make use of his back, with the shape it has to be in now.

Douglas: Nothing can take away from what we just witnessed, the force in which Lethal’s body just slammed into that chair, taking down the War Angel in the process. This is starting to get very violent ladies and gentlemen, just like we thought it would.

Weapon wails in pain upon the outside of the ring, kicking his legs several times while Chapel lies under the chair, placed over the side of his face. With great anguish Weapon rolls to a crawling base, pushing himself to his feet in the process of grabbing Chapel around the back of the head. He forces him up onto his feet, while reaching down and grabbing the chair in the process. Chapel gets to his feet, shaking the effects of the chair shot off as Weapon begins to lift that same steel mass into the air. It’s obvious that the War Angel is too groggy to block the impending shot as Lethal takes a step back and glares into the crowd, tightly gripping the chair in the process, pure rage seething from his eyes. He steps forward with the chair above his head when Chapel awakens and knees Weapon directly to the gut, causing him to bend forward and almost lose his grasp on the chair.

Chapel turns away from Lethal and shakes his head, still trying to ward off the effects of that nasty collision he just took before rage fills his features. He transfers his eyes back towards Lethal who has stood up and now creams him viciously over the head with the chair. The fans scream at the sound of the gunshot like strike to the cranium of the King of Monsters. Chapel is staggered as Lethal yells out and slams the chair over his head once more, the collisions almost knocking him down to the mats each time, yet he keeps standing. Weapon with a look of surprise in his face now steps forward and lifts the chair high above his head once more. Before he can use it though, he stops and instead drives the top of the steel object into the gut of Chapel abruptly, bending him forward so that Weapon can grab him by the back of the head with both hands.

A primal roar escapes the lungs of Lethal who charges the War Angel forward directly at the steel plated barricades and pushes him downward with great force. The back of Chapel’s head crashes extremely violently into the barricade, and as the rest of his body slams into it, the whole barrier tumbles over into the empty front row chairs. The fans cleared out of the way at the last second as Chapel now lays sprawled out over the barricade, a very glazed look in his eyes with Weapon stepping towards him, obviously infuriated. He bends forward and blows his nose directly on top of Chapel, the crowd cheering this on surprisingly as Weapon turns away from his battered opponent, slapping his chest with both hands and unleashing a fearsome, anger driven shout. He immediately starts towards the ring once more and grabs the tarp hanging from the apron and reaches under the ring, still obviously fired up. He briefly reaches for his ailing back while dragging a table out from under the ring. The crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this, obviously enthused at the prospect of this object being used in the hardcore match, at seeing Chapel crash through it.

Douglas: Here come the tables, we knew they’d eventually be brought into this affair.

Mayne: You can’t have hardcore, without having some tables, but why do I get the feeling that this is going to come back to bite Weapon in the ass. After all, there’s only one man in this match who’s really experienced with hardcore wrestling, that’s Chapel, I think we’re going to see Lethal crashing through that table soon.

Dan: Um, do you not recall Paranoia 1, where Lethal and Cell Block battled in one of the most violent matches ever?

Billy: I prefer to forget the B.M age of ULW, you know, Before Mayne.

Lethal gets the table set up at ringside, still wearing the very motivated glint in his eyes before he turns towards Synclaire, staring him down. He throws some verbal shots in his direction as Michael steps back, not wishing to cross Lethal at this point in time, yet giving Chapel time to recover through the distraction. Chapel crawls off the barricade when Lethal steps in and grabs him around the back of the head. He pulls his knee into the air and strikes Chapel directly into the face with it, causing the War Angel to rise onto his knees before Weapon slams a forearm strike into his head as well. Finally, with great force Weapon pulls Chapel up onto his feet and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him in the direction of the table.

Chapel turns around though and instead reverses the wrist lock, pulling Weapon into an attempted short arm clothesline. Lethal ducks it however and gets around behind the back of Chapel, placing him in a reverse waist lock as he sets up for the German suplex onto the outside mats. The crowd starts to scream before Chapel back elbows him directly to the face, the shot causing him to be staggered, turning away from the King of Monsters. The massive individual grabs Lethal by the back of the head now, turning him towards the turnbuckle post and rushing him straight at it. Weapon bounces off the post face first with great impact before Chapel bends forward and catches him back first across his shoulder. Chapel stands up and drops back, slamming Lethal down with a vicious back drop suplex directly upon the mats, the crowd groaning at the violence of the collision.

Billy: More punishment to the back of Lethal Weapon, he’s just being dissected in this match ladies and gentlemen, absolutely picked apart by the driven Chapel.

Weapon arches his back from the mats, shouting out in anguish as Chapel stands up and steps towards him, grabbing the hair of his rival. He drags Lethal onto his knees and pulls him to his feet before rolling him quickly into the ring. Weapon can barely force himself up as he grips his head and spine in tremendous anguish, Chapel pulling himself up onto the apron quickly. As he gets to his feet, Lethal stands up however and steps in, blasting the jaw of the King of Monsters with a forearm strike, then throwing his knees through the ropes, directly into the gut of the War Angel as well. Chapel bends forward on the apron, grimacing in pain, all the while Synclaire shouting for him to fight through this brief pain.

Lethal reaches over the ropes now, slapping on a front gantry, setting up for the suplex on the much bigger Chapel, to bring him into the ring. The crowd is cheering before Chapel suddenly reverses the gantry onto Lethal, reaching over the cables and grabbing him by the back of the pants, trying to pull him over the ropes to the outside of the ring and vertical suplex him through the table at ringside. The crowd is screaming before Weapon wraps his leg around the middle rope. He pulls his head free suddenly and begins to throw right hand after right hand into the face of Chapel. The shots nearly knock the big man off the apron and backwards through the table, yet he holds onto the top cable with one arm, keeping from going down. Weapon backs up, realizing that he spots an opportunity to put Chapel through the table, now charging into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Chapel, bending forward for a Golden Bullet spear with the crowd going nuts. As he flies through the ropes, Chapel side steps him and rushes forward into a blistering big boot straight to the side of Weapon’s head. The echo of the collision sounds throughout the arena as Weapon slides through the ropes and lands limply upon the apron across his back.

The crowd is expressing their rage over this as Chapel steps back with a sadistic expression on his face, pleased with the brutality of the big boot that knocked Lethal through a loop. Synclaire is shouting for him to stay on Lethal as The War Angel shakes sweat from his head and steps across the apron in the direction of Lethal. He grabs him by the hair and pulls him up onto his seat, before dragging him all the way up to his feet. Lethal sluggishly leans against the ropes side first as he stands all the way up, a sweaty Chapel reaching out and grabbing the throat of Weapon. Blood can be seen dripping from the scalp of Chapel from those shots he took to the head, but that doesn’t deter him from preparing to chokeslam Lethal off the apron and through the table at ringside. The fans are stunned by what they are seeing, realizing that Lethal may just be destroyed by the menacing monster before them.

Mayne: Well, Lethal’s return to the ULW was nice while it lasted.

Douglas: This could very well break the back of Lethal Weapon if he’s chokeslammed through that table.

Billy: I’m pretty sure Chapel is counting on that actually, it certainly would conclude this feud.

Chapel has a very disturbing glint in his eyes as he grips the motionless, dead on his feet Weapon by the throat. He hoists him into the air when Weapon slides free of his grip, dropping down and hooking his arm around the neck of Chapel, falling down back first into the apron with a DDT. The crowd erupts as Chapel is planted head first violently into the apron, Weapon tumbling to the outside mats in the process. Chapel remains spread out over the apron, both of his hands wrapped around his head in the process.

Douglas: What a desperation counter by Lethal Weapon, but boy did it ever work out in his favor.

Mayne: That was a sickening DDT onto the apron!

The fans are still putting their hands together, everyone standing up as Lethal remains on the outside mats, in a tremendous amount of pain. Chapel is busy trying to push himself up while remaining on the apron, utilizing the ropes to help him ascend upwards. Lethal jumps onto the apron in front of him through, getting a second burst of energy as he rushes forward and blasts the face of Chapel with a hard shin kick. The force knocks him up onto his knees upon the apron as a very fatigued, aching Lethal steps forward and slaps on a front gantry, looking over his shoulder at the table. The crowd starts to go nuts as he looks around at them with an apathetic expression on his face, nodding however. He begins to pull Chapel up onto his feet, before trying to use all his strength to vertical suplex him through the table. He grimaces in pain as he can’t seem to find the strength to do so, his back hurting him too badly.

Yet once again, at the expense of his own body he tries to lift Chapel into the air for the suplex once more. The King of Monsters grabs the top cable though, wrapping his arm around it in fact to prevent being put through the wood. Lethal yells out in anger as he begins to drill Chapel over the back with several forearm shots, stiff ones at that, beginning to weaken the furious giant. He slaps on the front gantry once more though and tries to lift him into the suplex again with the crowd screaming. Chapel pulls his head free though and grabs the arm of Lethal in the process though, dragging him forward directly into his body. Chapel turns around and catches Lethal under his arm, lifting him into the air before he drops off the apron. He drags Lethal down back first into the hard apron with a side buster while his own massive body plummets to the mats on the outside of the ring. The fans are screaming over the impact, as is Weapon, who writhes in agony, pushing his back off the apron while his face welts with the pain coursing through his space.

Chapel rises to his knees on the outside mats, shaking his head and sending sweat flying in all directions while Weapon remains laid out on the apron, appearing completely out of it now. Chapel crawls across the mats, blood running down his face while he lifts the tarp of the ring once more, grabbing an object. With a demonstration of shock, the crowd roars with anticipation at the sight of Chapel dragging a steel ladder from under the ring, pulling out the long structure.

Douglas: Oh my God, not a ladder, not a ladder!

Mayne: Oh boy, after that sidebuster on the apron, Chapel has definitely got further plans for pain to be inflicted on Weapon this time with the aid of a ladder. I’m so giddy, I’m so giddy!

Dan: Billy, you can solve that problem with some hand lotion and soft core pornography.

Lethal forces himself upwards, grinding his teeth in pain throughout the process as the anguish swarms his lower back. Chapel lifts the ladder up into the air and places it across his chest as he gets all the way to his feet. He starts to approach the ring when Lethal gets to his feet and mule kicks the ladder, causing Chapel to stagger in reverse. The ladder remains across his chest though when Weapon grabs the top rope and springs into the air, lifting his legs into the air in the process. He lands across the back of his thighs upon the top rope and is sent into a moonsault as a result, crashing down ribs first into the ladder held across the chest of Chapel, forcing both men to come crashing down to the mats. An explosion of cheers, ohs, and awes fill the arena at the sight and sound of the incredible move just connected with by Lethal, both athletes spread across the mats and registering a standing ovation from the sold out crowd.

Douglas: Did you just see what Lethal Weapon did!?!

Mayne: I don’t think I’ve ever seen him hit something like that before, ever.

Dan: Both men busting out something new for what has been a spectacular hardcore match here on Annihilation.

Lethal rolls onto his side, kicking his legs and wailing in anguish as he wraps his arms around his ribs which had to take a great deal of punishment from that last move. Chapel remains on his back, also looking to be in a great deal of pain as well after having the ladder crash into him. Lethal forces himself up to his feet slowly, blood dribbling from the side of his mouth, as if he’s sustained perhaps serious internal injuries from that last move, combined with the sidebuster on the apron. Through all of his pain however, Lethal grabs the ladder, lifting it up while approaching the ring. He slides the structure to the inside of the ring while Chapel rolls onto his knees. Weapon blasts him over the back with a forearm strike and grabs him around the jaw, pulling him to his feet. He cracks his jaw almost with a stiff right hand before grabbing the back of his head and dragging the giant towards the ring.

Chapel is rolled under the ropes to the inside, getting onto his knees with blood dripping from his face. He shakes his head several times, sending blood in all directions before Lethal jumps onto the apron and slides through the ropes into the ring. He approaches the ladder quickly and grabs a hold of it, lifting it up and pulling it in the direction of the turnbuckle where he begins to set it up diagonally against the corner. Chapel begins to force himself to his feet, getting to his knees as Lethal turns towards him and rushes in quickly. He grabs Chapel’s head on the way and jumps into the air, dragging him down head first into the canvas with a hard, high impact DDT. Chapel bounces up onto his knees as a result with blood still pouring down his face before Weapon rolls over backwards onto his feet. He jumps forward with grace into a hard front dropkick to the face of Chapel, the shot knocking him off of his knees and back first onto the canvas.

Several of the fans groan the impact of the dropkick as Weapon rolls to his hands and knees, blood still dripping from his mouth as he grips his mid-section in horrid pain. Weapon gets to his feet and grabs Chapel by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees before stepping forward and kneeing him to the face once more. Chapel is almost knocked down to the canvas from the shot, with more blood streaming down his face as Weapon grabs him around the back of the head and delivers a quick headbunt. The shot almost knocks Lethal down to the canvas though, shaking his head due to the thickness of Chapel’s skull.

Chapel is just as dazed as Lethal is as the determined Legend, kicks the War Angel to the forehead quickly and grabs him by the wrist. He forces him up onto his feet now and turns towards the ladder, backing Chapel into the corner with Synclaire pleading with the King of Monsters to do something. Lethal looks very passionate as he now whips Chapel across the ring directly at the ladder in the corner. The King of Monsters charges straight into the ladder, turning around and bashing into it back first as he yells out in anguish. His entire body rests on top of the ladder which caused him so much pain as Lethal remains in the opposite corner. He bolts across the ring quickly though and bends forward, spearing Chapel to the gut and in turn driving him hard back first into the ladder. The War Angel yells out in pain as a result, bending forward while groaning at the top of his lungs.

Dan: Lethal using the ladder as his best friend now!

Mayne: Yeah, unlike Chapel, Weapon has to depend upon foreign objects to get the job done.

Douglas: Oh pull your head out of your ass, Chapel has used weapons several times to get the job done in a match.

Chapel remains pressed against the ladder, looking very dazed as Lethal stands up and rushes across the ring into the opposite corner. A look of passion fills his face as he bolts across the ring and jumps high into the air. He connects with a huge big splash on Chapel, driving his body backwards into the ladder in the process. Chapel almost loses his footing, yet remains standing with a look of great pain on his face as he remains pressed against the ladder. Lethal drops onto his feet in front of him, backing up with his arm placed over his ribs in the process, still feeling those eternal injuries as he backs into the corner once more with great haste.

The look in Chapel’s eyes clearly implies that he is out of it while leaning against the ladder as Lethal slaps his chest several times in his corner. He rushes across the ring quickly, with incredible speed before jumping high into the air with another big splash. Chapel steps away from the ladder though and catches him across his chest. The crowd is shocked as Lethal’s eyes open widely, being held spread over the chest of Chapel before the monster drops back. He fall away slams Lethal back first into the ladder, everyone standing in disbelief over what they just witnessed. Weapon rolls off the ladder, dropping onto the canvas across his side and then rolling across it while roaring at the top of his lungs and keeping his lower back off the canvas.

Billy: Did you see that? Did you see that!?! Weapon’s body went flying into that ladder with such force I think his spine may actually be broken.

Douglas: I wouldn’t doubt it, that certainly was vicious, it was absolutely brutal in fact.

Chapel crawls towards Lethal quickly, burying his forearm into the throat of Weapon and hooking his leg with his remaining energy. Synclaire is jumping up and down, slapping the apron and shouting for the ref to make the cover. The official drops down and slaps the canvas quickly.

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Somehow Weapon’s arm shoots from the canvas as he rolls onto his side, not looking to be in any type of good shape however. Chapel rolls onto his knees, looking furious as he immediately reaches out, wrapping his arms around the waist of Weapon. He rises to his feet, holding Lethal in a reverse waist lock before snapping back into a huge German suplex. The body of Lethal slams violently into the canvas across his spine before Chapel rolls onto his knees, dragging Weapon onto his posterior in the process. He pulls him up to his feet now and bends forward, burying his shoulder into the spine of Lethal. He lifts him up into the air and spins him out into a huge sit out powerbomb. The impact is brutal as Lethal’s back takes extreme punishment once again with this high impact combination move.

Chapel isn’t done however as he rises to his feet and grabs the ankle of Lethal, stepping to the side of the legend and lifting his leg into the air. He pushes him over backwards onto his feet and then steps forward, slapping on a front gantry upon Weapon and reaching out, hooking his leg in the process. He lifts him up into the air without warning and rushes backwards towards the ladder before dropping back with a fisherman buster straight into the steel mass, driving Weapon’s body into the rungs with almost a muscle buster variation. Lethal yells out at the very top of his lungs as he falls off the ladder and crashes onto the canvas, grabbing his back which has to be throbbing with anguish. The fans are still cupping their mouths at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Oh my GOD, I’ve never seen anything like that before! Weapon’s body hitting that ladder from the muscle buster position, Chapel almost killing Lethal with that disgusting combination!

Mayne: One of these men are not going to leave here tonight under their own power Dan, begin accepting that, these two are out to kill each other after all that has gone down between them.

Chapel crawls towards Weapon once more, grabbing his leg and hooking it with his remaining energy. Synclaire is hopping up and down on the outside, raising his fingers into the air to keep along with the official’s count.

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Synclaire begins to hop up and down with excitement before he turns towards the ring and spots the arm of Lethal having raised from the canvas once again. The crowd cannot help but to start cheering loudly for Lethal, as Chapel sits up on the canvas, a look of absolute disbelief in his eyes, unable to possibly accept the fact that Weapon once again kicked out. Steam almost shoots from the boiling brain of Chapel, who rolls onto his knees and grabs Weapon around the neck. He looks out over the fans and immediately begins to shake his head, implying that this battle is indeed over like it or not.

Chapel drags an almost lifeless Lethal to his feet and backs up into the opposite corner from where the ladder is set up. He bends Lethal forward, placing his head under his posterior and glaring across the ring, directly at the ladder. Chapel looks out over the crowd with a disturbing glint in his eyes as he begins to nod his head several times. They all boo as Chapel lifts Lethal up onto his shoulders, placing him in a crucifix while still glaring at the banged up ladder in the corner of the ring. The crowd starts to scream at the top of their lungs, realizing that Lethal is about to be finished off by the King of Monsters. Chapel rushes out of the corner but the front of Lethal’s feet become hooked around the top ropes in the corner. Lethal slides off the back of Chapel’s shoulders and lands feet first on the second rope, turning around immediately as the War Angel rushes across the ring. He stops once he finally realizes that he’s no longer supporting the weight of Weapon, turning to face Lethal.

The crowd is cheering as Lethal stands up on the second rope and flies off the top rope with great height, flying directly at Chapel. The King of Monsters suddenly reaches out and catches Lethal though, hooking his leg and stepping to his side as he hooks his other arm around the neck of Weapon. He pulls him down with a cradle back breaker straight across his knees. Everyone in the arena is stunned by the brutality of the impact as Weapon shouts out at the top of his lungs. Chapel standing up and throwing Lethal up into the air, catching him on top of his shoulders and then turning towards the ladder. He takes a few steps forward and throws Weapon with a powerbomb directly into the set up rungs of the ladder. Everyone in the arena explodes into a wave of shock at the sound of the collision, Lethal bouncing off the ladder and falling onto his knees before he tumbles forward into the canvas. A “holy shit” chant has started up as well while Chapel staggers around the ring, still bleeding badly from the head.

Mayne: What a counter and what a sick bump by Chapel, throwing the lifeless body of Weapon into that ladder like he were a rag doll after the cradle backbreaker! If Weapon is not dead after that, I’ll become a born again Christian.

Douglas: That would definitely be a miracle.

Weapon rolls within inches of the ropes, lying sprawled out across the ring, absolutely motionless as Chapel drops down and once again goes for the cover. He hooks the leg, falling back first into the chest of Lethal while keeping his leg hooked, the fans all standing in shock over what they are seeing here. Synclaire is going nuts on the outside of the ring as the official drops to the canvas and makes the count, every eye in the arena set on the ring.

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Lethal puts his foot on the bottom rope, the arena exploding into cheers at the sight of this while Chapel rises to his knees and raises his arms up in victory. The official points at Weapon’s foot, indicating that he got it on the ropes and thus the War Angel is not victorious in this incredibly intense hardcore match.

Douglas: Lethal is alive, he’s still in this match!

Mayne: Oh great, who do Christians worship again? I don’t have to shave my head and hang out at airports passing out flowers do I?

Dan: Billy, your so going to hell.

Mayne: That’s not news to me.

Chapel remains on his knees, breathing deeply, looking furious as his eyes bulge from their sockets. He stands up, sliding his hands into the hair of Lethal and rolling him over onto his knees. Weapon is bleeding from the sides of the mouth throughout the process while the King of Monsters now slides his finger across his throat, signaling for the end of this intense, grueling street fight battle. He pulls Weapon onto his feet while staring around at the fans with a very furious expression on his features. With blood dripping down his face he points to the table on the outside of the ring, sticking the head of Weapon between his legs and wrapping his arms around his waist. Fury creeps into his eyes as he hoists Lethal up over his back, grabbing him by the arms and holding him in position for the crucifix powerbomb. The entire arena is exploding into a mixed reaction as Chapel prepares to send Lethal crashing to his destruction. He begins to rush at the ropes when Weapon fights his way free, dropping onto his feet behind the back of the War Angel.

Lethal turns around and wraps his arms around the neck of Chapel suddenly, placing him in a sleeper hold as the War Angel continues rushing forward at the ropes. Chapel drops down in front of them, causing Lethal to fall into the cables and flip over them. However, much like earlier he grabs the top rope and hangs from it, his legs dangling over the mats. Chapel stands up with a furious expression on his face as he approaches Weapon, who skins the cat back over the ropes. He reaches up with his legs and wraps them around the neck of Chapel, pulling down with the rest of his body and head scissoring the King of Monsters over the ropes. The crowd goes nuts as Chapel flips over the cables and crashes through the table at ringside back first, Weapon dropping onto the mats immediately afterwards.

Douglas: Chapel just went through the table!!

Mayne: How did Weapon do that!?!

The crowd is on it’s feet, going nuts as Chapel lies amongst the broken chips of wood, Lethal sluggishly getting onto his hands and knees, crawling painstakingly into the cover. He drops down on top of Chapel and hooks his leg with all of his remaining strength, the War Angel looking completely out of it, and the crowd just going insane. The referee drops down inside of the ring and begins to make the count quickly.

Douglas: This is it Billy, this is it!

Mayne: No, this isn’t suppose to be how this ends! Not this way, not this way dammit!

The crowd is counting along with each time the ref’s hand strikes the canvas.

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The whole arena goes nuts as the ref’s hand almost slaps the canvas only for him to be kicked in the face at the last second by Synclaire. The crowd becomes furious, throwing things at the ring and shouting obscenities as a furious Synclaire stands over the down referee, shouting at him that he will not make the three count.

Mayne: Thank God for Synclaire!

Douglas: Dammit, dammit to all hell, how dare Synclaire interject in this match tonight!

Michael stands up, cutting his arms through the air and shouting insults at Lethal, who rolls onto his hands and knees, crawling towards the ring. Chapel remains amongst the broken chunks of wood, lying motionless as Synclaire begs the damaged Lethal to make his way into the ring, demanding that he do it as he starts to unbutton his jacket. Without warning the arena erupts into cheers at the sight of Orlando Cruze barreling towards the ring.

Douglas: It’s Orlando, it’s Orlando!!

Mayne: What the fuck is he doing out here!?! He can’t come to the ring, he’ll just ruin things again!

Synclaire turns away from Lethal as Orlando slides into the ring and immediately rushes at him. Michael throws a right hand that is blocked before he popped hard across the jaw by Orlando, who then throws another right and another right into the face of the businessman. Synclaire answers back with an attempted right hand only for Orlando to duck it and place his arm over the chest of Michael, hoisting him into the air and driving him down to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. The entire arena is still going absolutely insane at the sight of this as Orlando has completely laid out Synclaire.

Mayne: How dare he, how dare Orlando Cruze put his hands on Michael Synclaire!

Douglas: He now only put his hands on him, he rock bottomed his ass straight to hell. Yes, yes!

Synclaire is out of it as Orlando rises to his feet and glares down at the knocked out official. He steps towards him and reaches down, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off as Lethal rolls into the ring, Chapel getting up on the outside as well and crawling towards the chair used earlier in this match. Orlando removes the knocked out official’s shirt and slides it over his own upper body with the crowd still going mad, a bleeding Weapon watching on while resting on his knees in the ring. He doesn’t seem to know what to think, recalling what happened when Lethal did the same thing to Cruze several months ago right here on Annihilation.

Mayne: Wait, what is Orlando doing, he’s not a referee!

Douglas: I don’t think that matters to him Billy.

Lethal turns back towards Chapel, sticking his head through the ropes when the King of Monsters stands up and slams a chair directly over his head with great impact. The fans boo loudly, screaming in anger as Lethal drops onto his back, rolling across the mats while covering his forehead, which has been busted open by the brutal shot. The crowd is still screaming as Chapel throws down the chair and slides into the ring, not even noticing Orlando it appears as he crawls into the cover on Weapon, placing his arm over his chest sluggishly. The fans are booing as they realize that Chapel may have the victory, Orlando dropping and surprisingly making the count.

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Orlando suddenly stops making the count though with the crowd screaming as he rises to his knees and stares straight at Chapel with a huge grin on his face. The bleeding King of Monsters glares up at Orlando, looking furious, his eyes bulging from their sockets.

Mayne: Damn that Orlando, damn him straight to hell!

Cruze raises both of his middle fingers up and directs them straight at Chapel, who is foaming at the mouth in anger. He stands up slowly and begins to approach Orlando, shaking violently in a very deranged manner. He lifts his finger and points at Orlando, demanding he leave the ring before he breaks him in half. Cruze backs up with a grin on his face, pointing at the shirt that he threw on as Chapel shakes violently in an outraged state, Lethal getting to his knees behind the War Angel. Chapel continues to approach Orlando, pointing at him and lobbing threats when Cruze grins somewhat and then points over his shoulder. Chapel’s face fills with confusion as he turns right around, straight into Weapon who bolts across the ring and spears him directly to the ribs. Chapel is knocked out of his boots and sent crashing into the canvas with the Golden Bullet Spear, Weapon finally hitting it. Everyone in the arena is standing and going nuts as Lethal quickly hooks the leg of the shocked and battered Chapel, going for the pinfall as Orlando drops into the count.

Mayne: I can’t believe it, Orlando distracted Chapel long enough for Weapon to hit the Golden Bullet Spear, this is outrageous, this is a screw job of epic proportions!

Douglas: Weapon hit the Golden Bullet Spear, he finally hit it, we could have a winner here, we could have a winner in this blood feud!

Orlando slaps the canvas at a regular pace with the fans counting along.

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The entire arena erupts into cheers as Weapon sits up, his arms raised in victory, every fan in attendance jumping for joy at the sight of what they have witnessed.

Douglas: He’s done it, he’s done it, Lethal Weapon has defeated Chapel here tonight on Annihilation, what a shocking turn of events. Weapon has beaten Chapel in this hardcore match.

Mayne: Chapel was screwed, he was screwed by Orlando Cruze and Lethal Weapon! This isn’t right, this isn’t right, Orlando is not a referee!

Dan: No matter what the circumstances, Chapel has been beaten tonight here on Annihilation, Lethal has finally gotten a win over him.

Billy: He didn’t, he didn’t dammit! This doesn’t count at all!

Orlando steps towards the bloody Lethal, grabbing his wrist and dragging him up to his feet, holding his arm aloft in victory. The fans are all screaming loudly while Chapel rolls out of the ring, gripping his ribs and falling next to Synclaire, who tries to help him stand while reeling himself after that Rock Bottom. The crowd is absolutely exploding at the sight of Orlando holding Lethal’s arm up and pointing directly at the bloody Legend. Without warning however, as Weapon’s music kicks in, he pulls his arm free of Cruze’s grasp, glaring at him speculatively, both men having an intense stare-down with the crowd’s reaction dying down a bit. They all stand anxiously waiting to see what happens here between the Legend and the Icon, both men glaring into one another’s faces closely. There is great tension between them both, looking like a powder keg about to explode, the fuse lit and beginning to dwindle down. Without warning however, Orlando lifts his hand into the air, extending it out into the direction of Weapon. Lethal stares down at it and then raises his eyes to glare back at Cruze before he grins slightly through his blood and pain. He now takes Cruze’s hand in his own and begins to shake it, the entire arena going nuts at the sight of both men finally on the same page, putting their differences aside it seems.

Mayne: No, this makes things ten times worse....

Douglas: It looks like Cruze has made his choice, it looks like we’ve finally got a resolution to the problems that were started between both of these men a couple of weeks ago. Orlando Cruze and Lethal Weapon are finally on the same page here on Annihilation, what an epic ending to an epic match!

Chapel stands on the ramp, backing up slowly with a furious expression on his bloody face, Synclaire making him walk away for his own good. Chapel is seething in an outraged state while Synclaire pats him on the shoulder and grips the back of his neck. The look in Chapel’s eyes definitely imply that he is plotting his retribution.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



THE NEWEST ADDITION TO ANNIHILATION


A very eager grin resides on the face of Mark Comeau as he sits across a desk, holding a towel which he uses to wash away the powder upon his face. He glares with wide, anxious eyes at the other side of his desk, rubbing his hands together while he drops the towel. He leans forward, allowing a good view of the shaved portion of his scalp while his eyes remain locked on the man in front of him, the person on the other side of the desk, who seems to be signing something. The edges of a moving piece of paper can be seen from the side of the camera.

Mark: I cannot tell you how wise of a choice this is for you to be making. After all, just think about what this is going to do for your career. Obviously you weren’t going to get a chance on Vengeance, but here on Annihilation, things will change, you’ll finally get what you deserve without worrying about bullshit politics like you do with Sheryl Gray.

Mark’s teeth are flashed, wide and arrogantly, very excited about the prospect of this contract signing.

Comeau: All you have to do is put your name on the dotted line, Isaac Sane, hahaha.

The camera turns sharply to face the steel mask covered face of Isaac, the fans on the inside of the arena erupting into cheers. Isaac glares through the holes of his mask as he reads over the contract, nodding his head in agreement with everything he’s seeing.

Isaac: Well Mark, I like what I see here, and here. Boy, you must really want to lure me away from the B-Show huh?

A chuckle escapes the mouth of Mark, not even thinking about the horrors he was put through by Desolation earlier in the evening.

Mark: Of course, after all, if Vengeance is dead, no, no, I should say, when it’s dead, all their talent are going to be coming over here begging for a job. Especially AWOL, who will get on his knees and plead with me to rehire him, only for me to slam the door in his face and to tell him he’s completely unemployed. Oh man, how great will that be. Anyway, go on and sign the contract, and open the door to a whole world of possibilities.

Isaac is still thinking it over it seems as he reads the contract thoroughly, Mark becoming a tad agitated with his reluctance.

Comeau: Go on Isaac, sign the dotted line already. You know you’ve got no other options than this if you really want to climb the ranks here in the ULW.

Isaac finally nods his head and looks up at Mark with pride in his eyes.

Saine: You know what, your right. I’ll put my own special signature on it.

Isaac scribbles his name on the contract and leans back in his chair grinning. He pushes the contract over to a very eager Mark Comeau, who rubs his hands together with glee at the prospect of making another signing to his quickly growing brand. He turns the contract to stare down at it, anxiously reading over the page throughout the process before a puzzled expression befalls his face.

Isaac: Some kind of problem?

Mark’s eyebrow raises slowly.

Mark: Um, did you mean to sign your name as, “go fuck yourself?”

Mark quickly looks up when Isaac leans in and spits black mist through his mask directly into the eyes of the General Manager. Mark begins to kick his legs repeatedly and scratch at his eyes as he yells at the top of his lungs, tumbling over backwards in his chair. He crashes on the floor, yelling in pain while he kicks his legs and tries to clean his eyes, Isaac standing up and flipping Comeau’s desk over onto it’s side. He steps around the GM slowly with a grin on his face beneath his mask, the GM still kicking his legs and trying to clean out his eyes throughout the process. Isaac bends forward to stare down at the exasperated, shocked Mark who is trying his best to get the gunk off of his face.

Isaac: Oh, so sorry to deceive you Mark, but I’m afraid I’m not going to be signing with Annihilation. No, no, for you see, I was merely here to serve as the messenger. The messenger for the World Heavyweight Champion AWOL. What’s my message you ask?

Isaac grabs the hair of Mark and holds his head up as he still tries to wipe the spray from his eyes, which has to be blinding him.

Isaac: My message is this. Next week, AWOL will be here on Annihilation, like it or not, and nobody will be able to stop him, hahaha.

Isaac stands up straight, backing away from Comeau while chuckling in a deranged fashion still. Comeau looks outraged as he tries his best to clean up his face, to get the spray out of his eyes from Sane.

Mark: I’ll kill you Isaac, I’ll fucking kill you, and AWOL too!

Mark is still blinded as he lays on his back like a turned over turtle, unable to escape the weight of his shell. Isaac steps towards the door slowly, still chuckling as he turns away from the General Manager and freezes abruptly. His eyes glare at something off camera, the lens turning slowly to reveal none other than his half brother Nathan Creed, leaning side first against the doorway, watching this whole scene unfold. With tension in the air, Nathan looks up into the eyes of his brother, an awkward silence ensuing between them. Finally a grin cuts across the face of Nathan as he begins to chuckle at what he’s seen his brother do, Isaac beginning to laugh as well while the crowd cheers on the inside of the arena.

Nathan: Hahaha, how I missed moments like these.


DESOLATION VS. ROMEO DAMASCUS
WORLD TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT


Mayne: Outrageous, absolutely outrageous, I can’t believe what Isaac Saine just did to our General Manager, that filthy little deceptive Vengeance puke. He makes me sick, sick I say! As does everyone on that shitty roster of scumbags and liars.

Douglas: Mark just got exactly what he deserved, but I certainly can’t condone Vengeance roster members coming over here and starting problems with our show. That’s unacceptable, but once again, Mark got what was coming to him all throughout the night. Anyway, let’s concentrate on something much more important, AWOL is going to be here next week apparently, and no one is going to stop him, and up next we’ve got the continuation of both a heated feud and the Number One Contender’s Tournament.

Billy: If AWOL were here tonight, he’d certainly run home crying after watching this next match, which should be simply incredible as Romeo most certainly scores the win he needs against Desolation, and moves onto the finals of the World title tournament.

Douglas: Certainly the winner of this impending match moves one step closer to the title, and will face either Lethal Weapon or Jackson Adams in the next round of what has been an incredible tournament thus far.

Mayne: Needless to say, the winner of this tournament, is definitely going to have to earn it, by going through all of these great athletes. And let’s just say, it won’t be Desolation, there’s no way in a million years it can be.

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

Douglas: Here is perhaps the most disturbing individual in ULW today, the homicidal poet who has had enough of Desolation’s fun and games over the past few weeks.

Mayne: As have I, this man is a serious wrestler and Desolation has tried to turn him into nothing more than a joke. It makes me sick, and I can’t wait to see Romeo end all the fun and games here tonight.

Douglas: Well, we might see a little more serious Desolation tonight considering the fact that whoever wins this match will find themselves in the very last round of this tournament that has been on going for several weeks. Let’s hope both of these men can remain focused on this highly important grudge match and tournament contest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him. Romeo watches on with a repulsed expression on his face, shaking his head throughout the process at the mere sight of the Dark Man.

Douglas: You can really feel the heat between both of these men, the hatred that both Romeo and Desolation have for each other. They’ve definitely got contrasting styles and contrasting personalities, which really adds fuel to this feud.

Mayne: What about Desolation could someone find favorable? He’s repulsive in every way. He lessens the importance of each and every match by carrying on with his ridiculous, trivial antics. He considers himself the best wrestler in the world although he clearly isn’t, and is generic for implying so. Man, I hope Romeo eliminates him from the tournament tonight. I really do.

Dan: Well, other people think quite differently than you, especially those who haven’t had their assess kicked by Desolation.

The crowd is very excited as they wait to see another of the big feuds currently going on in Annihilation come center stage right here and right now. Desolation and Romeo Damascus both stand across from one another, eyeing each other closely as the bell finally rings to get this match started. The two gentlemen begin to circle one another with Romeo keeping a stern eye upon his opposition, the ever flamboyant and comically inclined Desolation still wearing eye shadow for this match up. The two men finally rush forward and interlock arms in a quick collar elbow tie, jockeying for positioning against one another. Desolation suddenly bends forward and slides around under the arm of Romeo, grabbing him by the wrist and placing him in the arm ringer submission.

Romeo grinds his teeth before he bends forward and spins around with his body, going into a tornado like spin before turning back to face Desolation. He slides his arm free in the process and switches the submission around onto the Dark Man, his sworn rival. Desolation slaps his shoulder a few times and lifts his finger into the air in front of the face of Damascus, shaking it back and forth while mouthing the words, “no, no, no.” Desolation now tries to bend forward in order to reverse the hold the same way Romeo just did only for Damascus to stick his foot out, placing it to the side of his face. He keeps him from being able to push backwards and go into a spin, instead making Desolation dive forward.

He rolls across the canvas, getting straight up onto his feet, still being held in the submission before he drops back into a reverse roll. He ends up straight on his feet yet is still being held in the arm ringer by Romeo, Desolation now opting to go over into a cartwheel across the canvas, using his one free hand to connect with the move. He ends up on his feet in front of Romeo before he rushes forward and bends down under the arm of Damascus in the process, stepping around behind his back. He tries to reverse the hold onto Damascus now by getting behind him and switching around his grip on Damascus in the process. Romeo scouts this however and immediately bends forward, swinging around under the arm of Desolation, locking him in the arm ringer once more. As soon as Romeo gets it locked in however, Desolation turns towards Damascus and uses his arm strength to pull him in close. He lifts the top of his elbow into the air and places it to the forearm of Romeo, pushing it downward and away from his wrist. In the process he reaches out with his foot and places it to the back of Damascus’ leg, pushing it downward and causing him to be forced to drop to his knee. Desolation swings around under the arm and reapplies the arm ringer himself as the crowd claps their hands over the reversal.

Douglas: A nice series of reversals between both of these men, really moving at a fast pace to get this thing started.

Mayne: That’s just foolish, absolutely foolish. They’re expending too much energy right from the get go, they’ll have nothing left later on in this match as it progresses.

The crowd is still clapping loudly as Desolation has the submission tightly locked in upon Romeo, who is shaking his head and grinding his teeth in pain while rising to his feet in this hold. Desolaiton twists his arm brutally in the ringer when Romeo drops down to the canvas across his back, pulling his arm free without warning as he reaches out with his hands and hooks them around the back of the Dark Man’s knees. He pushes Desolation over forward over the body of Damascus, tripping him up face first into the canvas. Romeo scoots around to the side of Desolation, grabbing his legs throughout the process and hooking them around one another into almost an Inverted Indian Death lock. He keeps them locked up in this hold with one hand and reaches back with his other, trying to hook it around the arm of Desolation that is stuck out to his side.

Desolation tries to fight it but Romeo hooks his arm and now breaks the inverted Indian Death lock, swinging around with his body onto his knees at the side of the Dark Man. He lifts his arm up into the air as he applies the arm ringer once more, the crowd booing while others cheer the clever reversals that led up to his move. Romeo grabs the hand of Desolation in the process and begins to smack it against one of his own, as if clapping his own move. Desolation glares up at Romeo as he rises to his knees and grins while nodding his head, finding Romeo’s counter to be rather amusing. Desolation rolls forward immediately, getting onto his back as Romeo bends forward to hold in the arm ringer. The Dark Man lifts his foot up into the air and hooks it around the forearm of Damascus, pulling downward with his leg and causing Romeo to bend forward in the process, breaking the hold. Desolation sits up and locks his arm around the neck of Romeo immediately, bridging up onto his feet as he applies the side headlock upon a frustrated Damascus. Romeo is hopping up and down, throwing a fit as he’s placed in this hold by the determined Desolation.

Mayne: I have to admit that was some nice chain wrestling between Damascus and Desolation.

Douglas: Indeed it was, both of these men trying to do nothing short of show one another up thus far in this match, just really going at it hold for hold, seeing who is more technically gifted of the two.

Desolation has the side headlock tightly applied when Romeo turns his body drastically, swinging around out of the hold and placing his back to the spine of his rival. He hooks up both of Desolations arms from behind, placing him in a back slide positioning. He uses the hooked arms to flip Desolation over his back in reverse, causing the Dark Man to land feet first on the canvas in front of him. Romeo steps forward immediately and wraps his arms around the neck of Desolation, placing him in the front gantry while the crowd begins to boo loudly at the sight of what they just witnessed, this quick reversal. Damascus looks around at the fans with a slight grin on his face, but his momentary lapse in concentration costs him as Desolation falls over backwards onto the canvas. He pulls his head free and grabs the arms of Damascus in the process, placing his feet to the gut of Romeo in the process.

Desolation falls onto his back and pushes Romeo over into a huge monkey toss almost, causing Damascus to crash on the canvas behind the Dark Man. He still has their hands interlocked as Desolation now rolls over backwards in the direction of the laid out Romeo. The crowd cheers as Desolation does a head stand almost, his hands holding him upside down and pressing the back of Damascus’ palms to the canvas. Desolation turns his body in this position and comes down seat first next to Romeo’s head, his back placed to the shoulder of Damascus as he reaches down and wraps his arms around the neck of his heated rival. The crowd puts their hands together as Desolation has reversed into the side headlock yet again. Desolation reaches his free hand into the air and licks his thumb before sticking it down and placing it into the ear of Damascus, Romeo kicking his body back and forth throughout the process.

To escape the hold Romeo bridges his body up off the canvas and yanks his head free from the side headlock in the process, leaving Desolation seated on the canvas. Romeo stomps his foot and swings around into an attempted buzzsaw kick straight to the back of Desolation’s head, only for him to turn and spot it coming at the last second. He falls onto his back as Romeo’s foot swings over his head, turning his spine to face the Dark Man. Desolation reaches up with his arms and wraps them around the waist of Romeo, pulling him over backwards onto the canvas into a sunset flip pinning predicament. Romeo collapses onto his back upon the canvas, Desolation standing up and holding the legs of Damascus into the air before he flips forward, coming down back first onto the chest of his opponent. He is gripping the back of Romeo’s legs, holding him in a pinning predicament.

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Romeo wraps his arms around the waist of Desolation and bridges both men’s bodies up off the canvas. The crowd applauds the strength shown by Damascus as he spins around, holding Desolation in almost a powerbomb position. But instead of hitting that move he turns around once more, dragging Desolation into a position with both of their backs placed to one another. Romeo places his hands to the biceps of Desolation and back slides him down to the canvas into a quick pinning predicament.

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Desolation rolls over in reverse out of the pinning predicament, straight onto his feet in front of Damascus, who rises to his knees. Before he has time to respond, Desolation swings his foot around into a blistering, brutal buzzsaw style kick that knocks the taste of Romeo’s mouth. The crowd screams over the impact, Romeo rocking onto his knees back and forth before Desolation rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in. He jumps forward into a quick, nimble, high impact baseball dropkick to the jaw of Romeo, knocking him off of his feet and sending him flipping backwards almost.

Douglas: What a series of brutal kicks to the face of Damascus, man this match is moving at such a fast pace that it’s almost impossible to call.

Mayne: I can’t believe Desolation got the better of Romeo on that exchange, both of these men pulling out all the stops to move onto the finals of this tournament.

Dan: Yeah, that’s been said already and it’s getting pretty obvious at this point.

Damascus is holding his jaw after the extreme impact of that kick to his face as he rises to his knees, trying to push himself up. Desolation steps in and grabs Romeo by the hair, dragging him up to a standing base and hooking his arm around his neck. He reaches out, hooking the leg of Damascus as well, setting up for the fisherman suplex when Romeo pushes his leg free. He swings around with his body and places Desolation in a Russian Leg sweep position. Before he can hit the move though Desolation lifts his far leg into the air and connects with a stiff kick straight to the face of Romeo, causing him to back up with a very dazed expression on his face. Desolation turns his body sideways in the direction of Romeo before stepping in with a huge superkick. Romeo ducks it and steps forward, placing his head under the posterior of Desolation and then hoisting him up into the air. He seems to have him in position for the Alabama Slam when he uses brute strength to push Desolation up into a fireman’s carry out of that position.

Douglas: What is Romeo setting up for now with that quick counter!?!

Mayne: Who knows with all these odd moves being used between these two.

Romeo holds Desolation on his shoulders before he begins to push him off into some type of move. Desolation counters though and swings his legs off the shoulders of Romeo, swinging around and wrapping his arm around the neck of Damascus in the process. He drags him down to the canvas across the back of his head with a swinging reverse DDT, the crowd erupting into a wave of shock. Romeo’s head hits the canvas hard before Desolation rolls over in reverse, straight onto his feet, bent over forward however as he grabs the ears of Damascus, setting him up on the canvas in front of him. Desolation steps forward immediately and swings his foot around into another incredibly stiff and brutal shin kick to the back of Romeo’s head. Damascus grinds his teeth and grabs the back of his head before Desolation jumps over him and rushes into the ropes in front of the homicidal poet. He bounces off the cables and comes charging back in before jumping over the head of Damascus and grabbing him around the neck in the process, dragging him down into a hard, vicious flip over blockbuster.

The crowd groans the move but realizes that Desolation still has his arm hooked around the neck of Romeo. He rolls over sideways onto his knees, pulling Damascus over into a front gantry before dragging him up to his feet and reaching out with his arm. He hooks it around the leg of Romeo and then drops back into a quick, stiff fisherman suplex, driving the air from Damascus’ body. He doesn’t go for the pin though, instead rolls over sideways, keeping Romeo in the fisherman position as he stands up and drops back into the move once more. The body of Damascus is slammed into the canvas yet again with a second fisherman suplex. Desolation rolls over yet again though, and pulls Damascus with him onto his knees, his leg still hooked. Desolation is going for a triple rolling fisherman suplex as he lifts Romeo into the air for the move once again. Damascus turns his body suddenly in mid-air, freeing himself from the fisherman position as he places his back to the chest of Desolation, reaching in reverse with his arm and hooking it around the neck of his opponent. Romeo falls down posterior first to the canvas, dragging Desolation down into a stunner, the crowd responding with absolute shock at the sight of the unbelievable counter.

Mayne: Oh my God!! Did you just see that counter by Damascus!?!

Douglas: Shades of the Dragon Kid from Dragon’s Gate in Japan.

Desolation flies backwards, crashing onto the canvas and gripping his jaw from that huge stunner that Romeo countered with, Damascus quickly rising to his feet. The homicidal poet steps towards Desolation and grabs him by the hair quickly, rolling him onto his knees and then clutching him by the wrist. He drags the Dark Man to his feet and then pulls him into an attempt at the short arm clothesline. Desolation ducks it and swings around with his body, hooking up the arms of Damascus from behind as he tries to take him over backwards into a back slide pinfall predicament. Romeo blocks it though as he reaches back with his leg and hooks it around Desolation’s, he turns his body now to spin around and face Desolation. The former Annihilation World Champion turns to greet him though by grabbing his wrist and dragging him into his shoulders. He stands up straight, holding Romeo in a fireman’s carry.

The crowd starts to cheer before Romeo turns his body, trying to slide down the back of Desolation who catches his legs over his shoulders, reaching down with his arm and locking it around the neck of Desolation. He seems to be going for his version of the Kryptonite Krunch, but is unable to do so as Romeo begins to fight with everything he’s got to get out of the position. The fans are standing, swept up by the extremely fast paced action and the counters between these two as Damascus frees his legs and swings around with his body. He pulls his head free and actually lands acrobatically on his feet directly behind Desolation, facing the back side of the Dark Man. He drops onto his back and gets his legs up into the air, placing them under the arm pits of Desolation and trying to roll him over in reverse into a pinning predicament. Desolation keeps himself standing however holding the legs of Romeo under his armpits before he jumps into the air and goes into a backwards double stomp directly to the mid-section of Damascus. The crowd goes nuts as Desolation then lands on his feet over the head of Romeo, holding onto his ankles still throughout the process.

Douglas: Oh what a brutal double stomp by Desolation, knocking the air straight out of the lungs of Romeo.

Mayne: That could have broken the ribs of Damascus, after all, Desolation is no cruiserweight, he’s actually got a good deal of girth about him.

Dan: Yes, but this man can definitely do a lot of things a man half his size isn’t even capable of, which is what makes him so lethal.

Desolation uses the gripped ankles of Romeo, to pull him over backwards into a reverse roll. He pulls the legs of Damascus to both sides of his mid-section, bending forward and wrapping his arms around the waist of Romeo in the process. He is holding him in a wheel barrow suplex position now as he drags him up into the air, straight onto his shoulder. He is setting up for some type of huge move when Damascus turns in mid-air as he is lifted. He wraps his arm around the neck of Desolation in the process, dropping back into a gigantic, brutal DDT. The collision causes Desolation to stand on the top of his head before bouncing off and flipping over onto his back upon the canvas, the crowd exploding into a wave of shock.

Douglas: WHAT A SICK DDT!

Mayne: What a match!

Desolation sits up for a second before he falls onto his back with a dazed expression on his face. Damascus dives forward at him with the crowd still stunned as he hooks the leg of Desolation for the quick pinfall.

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No! Desolation gets his shoulder off the canvas as the crowd goes nuts, Romeo sitting up on the canvas and appearing very agitated as a result. He grins his teeth and rolls over onto his knees, immediately crawling towards Desolation, who is shaking his head and trying to force himself up to his feet. Damascus scoots up behind him and hooks both of his arms into a double chickenwing position before pushing him up onto his feet. Both men get to a standing base with Damascus still holding Desolation in a tiger driver position it appears until he hoists him up into the air. Desolation fights free of the tiger driver though and reaches back with his legs, he wraps them around the waist of Damascus and drops over forward. He pulls Romeo down into a quick roll up pinning predicament, sitting on the chest of Damascus in the process and holding the back of his legs as well.

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Romeo kicks out causing Desolation to stand up, still holding onto the legs of Romeo and pulling them in reverse into his waist once more. He drags Damascus up into the wheel barrow suplex position as Romeo turns his body to counter the same way he did just a few seconds ago. Desolation reaches out and catches him around the head though as well as hooking his leg as he pushes him over his shoulder, allowing him to hang over his back as he catches both of his arms. He has him in a crucifix position until he turns him around into a huge front neckbreaker out of that position, dragging him down brutally face first into the canvas. The crowd responds with a loud, “ohhhh” at the sight of the move and the counters that led up to this.

Mayne: Ohhhh, do you believe what we just saw Dan!?!

Douglas: I don’t think I can, that was simply put, amazing!

Billy: What more are these two going to do to one another?

Damascus rolls onto his back as Desolation turns and crawls into the cover, dropping down on top of Romeo and burying his forearm into his throat while hooking his leg.

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Romeo shoots his shoulder from the canvas, the crowd looking stunned that he kicked out. Desolation rises to his knees and gives a stern glare to the official, slapping his hands together three times and once again instructing Ingelson how to count. Damascus in the process has begun rolling onto his elbows and knees, trying to crawl in the direction of the turnbuckle. He has a very dazed expression on his face as he grabs the cables, using them to drag himself up to his feet when Desolation stands and marches up behind him. He pulls his hand back and delivers an absolutely disturbing knife edge chop to the lower back of Damascus as he got to his feet. Romeo arches his back and yells at the top of his lungs from the stiff impact as Desolation bends forward and places his shoulder to the back of Damascus. He lifts him up into the air and sits him on the top rope as the crowd starts to cheer, realizing that he maybe about to hit something very high risk.

Mayne: This doesn’t look good for Damascus, do something Romeo, do something!

Desolation bends forward as he starts to scale the turnbuckle when Romeo suddenly falls backwards. He rolls over the back of Desolation and drops onto his feet behind him in the ring. Romeo springs into the air and basement dropkicks the posterior of Desolation, the crowd screaming as the Dark Man is sent into a forward flip over the turnbuckle and sent crashing straight down onto the mats with great impact. The fans are cupping their mouths as they witness Desolation take such a nasty bump, the Dark Man bridging his back off the mats and roaring in anguish throughout the process. He rolls onto his knees and starts to push himself up to his feet when Damascus charges in at the turnbuckle. He jumps into the air and turns his body as he flies over the ropes and lands on them upon the other side of the cables. He now springs off the middle rope and flips over backwards into a huge moonsault straight on top of Desolation, taking both men down to the mats with the fans screaming.

Douglas: SWEET JESUS! Romeo threw caution to the wind and just took out Desolation at ringside with a magnificent moonsault.

Billy: These guys are going to end up killing each other in this damn match, the number one contendership is not that important people!

Desolation crashes onto his back upon the mats with Romeo rolling off of him, holding his ribs and kicking his legs throughout the process. The crowd is on it’s feet, giving this match a standing ovation after everything they’ve witnessed between these two in the semi finals of this grueling tournament. Damascus is still gripping his ribs as he rises to his knees and then gets to his feet, stepping towards Desolation. He grabs him around the head and rolls him over onto his knees before throwing a knife edge chop to the scalp of Desolation, causing him to yell out in pain and grab his face. Damascus grabs Desolation around the head now and drags him to his feet before lifting him into a suplex position and turning to face the barricade. He drops Desolation stomach first directly on top of the barricade now, causing the fans to groan as well as the former World Champion, who looks to be in anguish throughout the process.

Romeo steps towards the ring and springs into the air, landing feet first on the apron as he turns to face Desolation prone on the barricade. He rushes across the apron and then flies off, extending his leg and dropping it across the back of Desolation’s head, hitting a modified version of the Cut of Damascus, the fans screaming with disgust over what they just witnessed.

Mayne: The Cut of Damascus from the apron to the barricade!

Douglas: It’s been a while since we’ve seen him hit that move, and we get a modified version of it instead.

Desolation flips over and crashes onto the mats, gripping the back of his head in the process. He is grinding his teeth and kicking his legs as Damascus stands up holding his posterior. He steps towards Desolation as quickly as his tired body will allow, sliding his hands around the head of the Dark Man and rolling him onto his knees. He pulls him to his feet and drags the almost dead weight of Desolation towards the ring, quickly pushing him under the ropes to the inside. Desolation rolls onto his back with a very dazed glint in his eyes when Romeo slides into the ring and scrambles into the pin, hooking the leg of his rival. The crowd is counting along as Ingelson drops down and makes the count.

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No, Desolation kicks out to a huge eruption from the fans. Damascus rises to his knees, running his hands through his sweaty hair and appearing furious that he didn’t just get the pinfall, about to rip his hair from his head. Desolation sits up, turning to his side with a very dazed glint still in his eyes as Romeo seethes with great determination and anger.

He stands up and grabs Desolation around the neck, dragging him onto his knees. He grabs him by the back of the head and begins to shin kick him repeatedly to the face, the crowd groaning the stiff strikes to the head that the Dark Man is taking. He surprisingly remains in a kneeling base before Romeo slaps him across the back of the head, only further motivating the former World Champion to stand up. As he gets to his feet, Romeo spins around into a circle and kicks Desolation to the gut, and then spins around in a circle again before stepping up his opposition and connecting with an enzugari to the back of his head. Desolation is almost knocked down and knocked out from the shot, staggering around the canvas with a very glazed over look in his eyes.

Romeo rises to his feet in the process, looking stunned that Desolation is still standing before he rushes into the ropes in front of his opposition. He jumps over the top cable, landing feet first on the apron and grabbing the top rope in the process. He springs up onto the top rope and now flies off directly at Desolation, extending his legs and dropping onto his shoulders, setting up for the hurricarana. Desolation wakes up and places his hands to the back of Romeo’s thighs, pushing him up into the air though and causing him to flip over upside down. The front of his thighs land on the shoulders of Desolation as he hooks his arm around them, Romeo hanging upside down over his back as the former Champion wraps his arm around his neck and jumps into the air. The fans erupt as Desolation connects with the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). Romeo sits up on the canvas, looking very dazed before he collapses onto his back, several of the fans starting a “that was awesome” chant.

Douglas: An amazing counter into the Brand X!

Mayne: See what I mean, these two guys are damn near killing one another in this match!

Desolation grabs the shoulder of Romeo and pulls him down to the canvas, dropping into the cover, hooking his leg quickly.

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Everyone in attendance stands up, going nuts over what they just witnessed, Desolation pinning Romeo Damascus in what was a grueling, brutal battle between two arch rivals.

Douglas: Desolation has done it, he’s done it, he’s defeated Romeo in what was one of the greatest displays of countering wrestling I think I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling.

Mayne: No, it can’t be, it can’t be, Desolation can’t be moving onto the finals of the Number One Contenders tournament, tell me it isn’t true!

Dan: He is Billy, he is victorious here tonight in what was a sensational, fast paced, intense battle between two men who really despise one another. What a conclusion to what has been an insane night here on Annihilation, here on a pay-per-view quality production.

Desolation rises to his knees, running his hands through his very sweaty hair, throbbing in pain throughout his entire body. His eyes glare downward upon the out cold Romeo Damascus, who is still spread across the canvas, appearing shocked that he was defeated with that last second counter by the Dark Man. The fans are all standing though and showing support for Desolation, and what was a very intense, grueling battle between these two men. Desolation stands up slowly, cradling his ribs in pain as the official raises his arm in victory, the Dark Man falling forward into the ropes for support throughout the process.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, Desolation finds himself one step closer to a World title shot, who will he face in two weeks on this program, after the clash between Jackson Adams and Lethal Weapon? Can he continue this wave of momentum he’s been on, this undefeated streak since Paranoia?

Mayne: It would be such a waste of a main event to have Desolation fighting for the World title, tell me it can’t be so.

Desolation continues to lean on the ropes as he glares at Romeo, who has rolled onto his knees, returning the stare. Romeo’s upper lip quivers in anger as he glares at the man who just beat him, the man who has been a thorn in his side for several weeks now. He begins to shake his head while giving Desolation a very cold glare, almost insinuating with his stare that this issue has yet to be resolved. The crowd is still standing as Desolation steps up onto the middle rope and raises both arms above his head, everyone screaming loudly with a large collection of cheers. His entrance tunes once again burst over the PA system as Romeo stands up, shaking his head and gripping the back of his neck in frustration.

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