DARK MATCH RECAP
Originally slated as a three-way dark match, it never happened. Phantom was the only one to show up at the arena, so he was awarded the contract by default. Ryan Mills needs to contact the Management ASAP, he was seen backstage, but didn’t make it to the match for some reason... Rusty Cage will be dealt with by his peers in the Alpha Generation. Cage is also summarily dismissed from the ULW. .
OPENING VIDEO
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 a blooded Desolation holding the title above his head as he stands in the middle of the ring at Retribution.
ANNIHILATION: OCTOBER 31st, 2006
INTO THE ARENA WE GO!
With a massive uproar, pyrotechnics dazzle the fans, exploding from the stage, the turnbuckles and the rafters above. The titontron is surrounded entirely by pyros that explodes from the top and bottom, as well as the steel staging below. Spotlights cut over the crowd, which is buzzing with great excitement as they thrust their signs high above their heads, dressed in Halloween costumes for tonight’s telecast.
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Halloween, so if you’re lazy like the rest of us and have decided not to go trick or treating tonight, your in the one place where mischief is still running wild.
Billy Mayne: Your introductions get worse every week Dan. Anyway, this is Billy Mayne, teamed up regrettably with Dan Douglas yet again on another telecast of Annihilation.
The camera pans over the crazed crowd before switching to Dan Douglas, dressed as a cheesy vampire, and Billy Mayne clad in a pirate costume.
Douglas: That’s right your watching Count Dan, and the Rather Arrrrr Superstar Billy Mayne for tonight’s big, Halloween show. This evening we’re going to see several huge matches, one pitting Orlando Cruze against Submission Champion Hurse in a thirty minute ironman match.
Mayne: On top of that, we’re going to see Devin Hawk defeat and dethrone Desolation from his never ending winning streak.
Dan: So much on tap tonight, so very much. And, hey, wait a minute here!
The crowd starts to scream as through them none other than Ryan Mills is spotted. He staggers through them after being struck violently in the head with a steel trash can lid at the hands of SCW’s very own Killjoy. Everyone is still booing furiously at the sight of him as Ryan tries to cover his head, the young ULW star being beaten savagely at the hands of the grizzled veteran after the events that occurred last week.
Douglas: Ah what the hell is this, SCW’s Killjoy is brutalizing and beating down Ryan Mills!
Mayne: I cannot believe this, it has to be blowback for Ryan helping out last week in that assault upon Killjoy.
Ryan falls into the barricade, leaning on it for support with his forehead already lacerated, busted wide open from a shot with the trash can lid. Killjoy rushes forward and lariats him over the barricade to the mats outside of the ring now, the fans still screaming with shock over what they are seeing as he steps into the ringside area. He now drills Ryan to the forehead with an elbow strike as soon as he gets to his knees, knocking the young man onto his back once again.
Dan: Where is security at, where is security at dammit!?!
Mayne: I can’t believe we’re getting this Halloween edition of Annihilation started this way!
Killjoy grabs Ryan by the back of the head and rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring before lifting the banner hanging from the apron. He grabs a steel chair out from under the ring now and rolls into the squared circle himself before pouncing upon the busted open Mills. He is on his hands and knees, shaking his head and trying to push himself up when Killjoy slams the chair brutally into his spine. Ryan yells at the top of his lungs as he arches his back and rises to his knees, staring towards the heavens while unleashing his roar. Blood drips from his face as he now tumbles onto his chest, Killjoy still wearing his SCW brand shirt. Killjoy gives him no time to rest, pushing Ryan onto his back and then placing the chair around his neck before shouting into his face.
Killjoy: You stupid little shits want to stick up for your company, well if you want a war, consider yourself the first casualty!
A red faced Killjoy steps over the bloodied, almost incapable of moving Ryan with the chair still locked around his neck. The now SCW performer pulls himself up backwards onto the turnbuckle, staring down at Ryan, who’s face is a crimson mask.
Douglas: Oh no Killjoy, don’t do this, don’t do this dammit!
Mayne: It’s just the start of our Halloween Spectacular, and already we’ve got ourselves a sadist!
Killjoy gives it no further though as he jumps off the turnbuckle and sticks his back out, falling spine first into the chair around Ryan’s throat. Mills immediately goes into convulsions, grabbing his throat which may have been crushed by that back first senton into the chair. He rolls back and forth, gagging horribly, spitting up blood from his throat as he tries desperately to push the chair off his neck, the crowd screaming in disbelief over what they just witnessed.
Billy: OH MY GOD! They killed Ryan!
Douglas: You bastards! That wasn’t suppose to be funny, I really am pissed off.
Killjoy remains seated on the canvas in a deranged manner while Ryan goes into convulsions on the canvas, still spitting up blood. Killjoy rolls onto his knees and stands up, approaching the down ULW competitor he laid out and then doing a basic crucifix pose over the destroyed newcomer. Suddenly Hurse rushes from the backstage area to a flurry of cheers with a steel chair gripped in his hands.
Douglas: It’s Hurse coming out here a minute too late.
Mayne: Hurse is always late dammit! If he had a period, it would always be late too.
Killjoy doesn’t even spot Hurse who steps up behind him and swings the chair brutally into his back. The shot sends the SCW competitor staggering forward and arching his back, grinding his teeth in pain yet still standing. Hurse looks shocked that he didn’t take Killjoy down the chair shot as his demented eyes shift to the Submission Champion. Without warning, before Hurse can do anything else, he’s blasted to the back with a forearm strike from none other than Too Magnificent. His former tag team partner has knocked him forward into Killjoy who kicks him to the gut and places him in a front gantry. He drops back immediately into a brutal DDT, planting Hurse face first hard into the canvas. He rolls onto his back while Too Magnificent stands back, grinning from ear to ear over what he just did to his former tag team partner.
Mayne: What the hell? Hurse was about to take Killjoy’s head off, when that rat bastard Too Magnificent assaults him again from behind!
Douglas: Too Magnificent has no respect dammit, not for this federation that made him a star, or Hurse who took him on as a tag team partner all those months ago.
Too Magnificent remains standing back, while Killjoy tries to rise quickly to his feet. He’s immediately attacked by Too Mag, who catches him with a right to the jaw, then does it again. Suddenly from the back rushes none other than Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks. The SCW Woman’s Champion bolts at the squared circle and slides it, throwing down her belt and grabbing Too Mag by the shoulder. She spins him around and blasts him to the jaw with a right hand, knocking him backwards.
Douglas: Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks have hit the ring!
Mayne: This show is starting off absolutely crazy!
Nathan grabs Killjoy by the shoulder and spins him around before rushing forward and clotheslining him hard over the cables. Killjoy lands on his feet though and staggers backwards towards the barricade, grabbing his jaw and looking furious. He glares at Nathan in the ring when a grin forms on his face, nodding his head slowly. Nathan points and shouts at him while Too Mag is backed into the corner by Robin, who continues to strike him across the face. Some referees have already rushed out and from the outside rolled Ryan from the ring, Hurse doing so instinctively while he grips his head. Security is beginning to surround Killjoy now as he jumps over the barricade back into the crowd, still grinning widely. Robin is chopping Too Magnificent across the chest with some lethal kicks when a figure rushes up behind her. He double axehandles her over the back, bending Robin forward as the fans shout in anger at the sight of Dementia. He grabs Robin by the hair and turns her around, blasting her to the face with a forearm shiver, taking her down. Too Magnificent steps forward out of the corner and begins to stomp away at Robin. Nathan spins around and spots this before rushing at Dementia and knocking him hard to the canvas with a standing back elbow. On the outside of the ring Hurse is trying to get at Killjoy in the crowd but is still restrained by the officials, appearing furious, gripping his forehead in pain. Now Stacy Raines is rushing from the back though, rolling into the ring and getting at Too Magnificent immediately, the man who screwed her over last week. She blasts Too Mag to the jaw, then does it once again with a very violent shot.
Douglas: The ring is filling up with personal rivalries here ladies and gentlemen on the start of what should be a wild night here on Annihilation.
Mayne: This should be a strong indication of what we’re in for tonight.
Security begins to rush from the back and towards the ring to break up these five individuals when Alex Ingelson rushes from the back immediately, the referee charging up in front of the calvary. He stops them and begins to shout frantically.
Ingelson: Let them go, ring the bell, let’s get this Xtreme title match started right now!
The crowd is screaming as the bell now chimes in the background, this five person mayhem starting for the Xtreme title.
Mayne: Here we go Dan, we’re going straight into the opening match, the five person mayhem for the Xtreme title!
Douglas: We go from the utter insanity into straight chaos.
NATHAN CREED VS. TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. ROBIN BROOKS VS. STACY RAINES VS. DEMENTIA
XTREME TITLE
Dementia is still being slugged in the face by Nathan Creed who grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring straight into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in when Nathan side steps him and catches Dementia under his arm, hoisting him into the air and delivering a brutal Canadian backbreaker. Dementia grabs his spine as he drops off his knee and grabs his back as he rolls across the canvas. Too Magnificent grabs Stacy by the hair and headbunts her, sending her down to the canvas before turning towards Nathan. He steps up behind him when Creed turns around to be caught by the throat. Too Mag hoists him into the air when Nathan squirms free landing behind his back and placing him in a reverse waistlock. He drops back into the German suplex, planting Too Magnificent hard into the canvas across his spine.
Robin Brooks has slid to the outside of the ring, grabbing the banner hanging from the apron and throwing it up into the air before reaching under the squared circle. The crowd goes nuts as Robin is already sliding out a table from under the ring. She begins to set it up quickly next to the ring, patting the table’s surface while Stacy gets up and begins to climb the turnbuckle. She gets to the top cable when Robin turns around to spot her, Stacy flying off the top rope into a senton straight into her shoulder, both ladies taken down hard to the mats. Nathan still has Too Magnificent in the waist lock as he rolls over, pulling him to his feet yet again. He seems ready to hit another German when Dementia steps up behind Creed. He grabs him around the neck and drops into a reverse DDT while Nathan pulls back on Too Magnificent, connecting with the German suplex again. The fans scream loudly as Too Magnificent crashes hard into the canvas, rolling onto his side while Dementia hooks Nathan’s leg.
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Nathan kicks out with the fans screaming in delight.
Douglas: Man, this show starting off hot and heavy with intense in ring action.
Mayne: All five of these individuals desperate for a title win tonight and Creed just as desperate to hold onto his gold.
On the outside of the ring, Stacy has crawled into the cover on Robin.
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Brooks kicks out as Stacy stands and approaches the ring, lifting the banner into the air and reaching under the squared circle. She grabs a stop sign and throws it into the ring, then grabs a trash can and tosses it over the ropes as well. She grabs another trash can and places it on the apron in front of her when Dementia bolts across the canvas. He drops down into a baseball slide dropkick to the trash can, ramming it into the face of Stacy. She flies backwards, crashing into the mats and rolling over onto her knees immediately. Dementia eyes Robin now as he grabs the top rope, Brooks staggering around in front of the table that she just set up. He now pulls himself over, going for a crossbody when Brooks steps out of the way, the crowd screaming as Dementia flies through the table with a missed crossbody. The table doesn’t break though, just falls over sideways with Dementia crashing onto the mats afterward, grabbing his head in pain from the impact. Too Magnificent has grabbed Nathan around the head, pulling him onto his knees and blasting him over the back several times then approaches the stop sign. He grabs a hold of it and then turns towards the kneeling Nathan. He rushes quickly at Creed with the sign when Nathan dives forward, catching him by the back of the trunks and rolling him over backwards into a school boy pin.
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Too Magnificent kicks out as he rises to his feet quickly, turning towards Nathan who then catches him and drags him to the canvas with a small package.
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Too Magnificent kicks out as both men rise to their feet quickly. Too Magnificent throws a big boot that Creed ducks under, getting behind his back and catching both of his arms. He falls to his knees, back sliding Too Magnificent ove ronto the canvas into another pinning predicament.
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Too Magnificent kicks out and rolls in reverse onto his knees as Nathan rises to a kneeling base as well. Too Mag catches him around the throat though and stands up immediately, pulling Creed to his feet and hoisting him into the air before connecting with a violent chokeslam. Nathan is driven hard into the canvas when Too Mag hooks his leg, going for the pinfall.
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Nathan kicks out yet again, turning onto his side throughout the process.
Douglas: Some real fast paced action between Nathan Creed and Too Magnificent here in the Xtreme title match. These two really going back and forth over the gold.
Mayne: Too Magnificent obviously wants to add that Xtreme belt back to his waist. It’s been a while since he’s held it.
Robin is standing on the apron now as Stacy gets up in front of her. She rushes forward and jumps on Stacy’s shoulders, swinging around into a hurricarana that flips her over across her back. Stacy rolls over, gripping her spine and shouting in pain while Robin stands and steps towards the ring now. She jumps onto the apron while Too Magnificent grabs the street sign and turns towards Raines, who springs onto the apron and then flies off. She connects with a dropkick straight into the sign, knocking Too Magnificent down to his back, with the crowd groaning the impact. Too Mag grabs his face and rolls across the canvas when Robin rises to her feet and rushes at the ropes. She jumps onto the second one and springs off backwards, twisting in mid-air and delivering a senton across the chest of Too Mag, who immediately goes into convulsions. She stands up with her back turned towards Too Magnificent before she springs into the air, flipping back into a twisting moonsault. She connects with it on Too Magnificent and hooks his leg now.
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Nathan steps in and pushes Robin off the cover suddenly. She falls onto ehr back while Nathan gets to his knees with a questioning glint in his eyes.
Nathan: What are you doing!?!
Robin: Oh, I’m so sorry Nathan.
Creed stands up and sighs, realizing Robin almost won his Xtreme title when Stacy rushes up behind Nathan. She grabs him by the back of the tights and rolls him up into a school boy.
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Robin steps forward and kicks Stacy to the chest hard though, causing her to stand up straight when Brooks swings around and plants her heel to her gut. Stacy bends forward, grabbing her mid-section when Robin rushes into the cables in front of her. She bounces off and comes back in, jumping into the air, grabbing her around the neck. She jumps into the air and swings around into a tornado DDT. Stacy is planted hard into the canvas while she rolls onto her back, Brooks standing up, on fire before she turns towards Too Magnificent who charges in and lariats her hard down to the canvas. Brooks slams spine first into the canvas while Too Magnificent steps forward and leans on the cables for support. Robin is completely down while Nathan gets to his feet as well. He turns towards Too Magnificent and rushes forward, blasting him with an unbelievable big boot, the stiffness of the blow knocking Mag over the ropes to the outside mats. The crowd is still going nuts as Nathan keeps his leg over the ropes somewhat, Stacy stepping up behind him suddenly while gripping the top of her head. She catches Creed around the leg and then the neck, lifting him up into the air and then delivering a capture back breaker across her knee. Nathan bounces off and drops onto his hands and knees, yelling at the top of his lungs as he reaches for his spine in pain.
Douglas: Oh some really hard hitting moves between these five athletes, this is insanity Billy.
Mayne: Halloween has brought out the viciousness in all of these competitors.
Stacy stands up when she spots Dementia standing up on the outside mats, staggering around a bit in a very dazed state. She rushes across the ring now and drops down into a baseball slide dropkick. Dementia catches her feet and turns her though, dragging her legs out and around his waist. He pulls her out of the ring as Stacy now falls onto her hands on the outside mats and pushes herself up, going for a wheelbarrow it seems. Dementia wraps his arms around her waist and pushes Stacy down face first into the steel steps in front of her. Stacy’s face crashes into the steel steps violently with the fans screaming at the sight of this in shock. Dementia has his back aimed towards Robin, who stands up and rushes across the ring, jumping into the air as she connects with a dropkick through the ropes into the back of his head. Dementia knocked into the table, rolling on top of it now after he had already set it back up again. Robin pulls herself back into the ring and holds onto the top rope before she springs up on top of it. She lands gracefully on the top cable and then springs off, going into the shooting star press. The fans scream as Robin connects with the Flying Star on top of Dementia and the table. The wood shatters around both of their bodies while the crowd stands up, starting a “holy shit” chant as loud as they can.
Mayne: OH MY GOOOOODDDD!!
Douglas: That was absolutely insane! Robin almost killing herself to take out Dementia.
Billy: Man does this woman ever have a set of balls, and a penis to boot.
The crowd is still screaming at the sight of what they just witnessed the SCW Woman’s Champion do, absolutely taking out Dementia, putting him through the table. It’s obvious that she’s taken both of them out of this match as Too Magnificent gets to his feet on the outside of the ring and turns towards somebody who has jumped the barricade. The fans react with shock as Isaac Saine steps up in front of Too Magnificent with a chair in hand. He drives it into the throat of Too Mag, and then lifts the chair into the air bashing it over his head violently. The steel breaks almost over the skull of Too Magnificent, busting him open immediately before Isaac rolls him into the ring.
Douglas: Isaac Saine now attacking Too Magnificent, he must be out for revenge against the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: Damn him!
Too Magnificent rolls into the ring, holding his throat when Nathan steps over his back, holding his own spine throughout the process. He grabs Too Magnificent’s legs, lifting them into the air and under his arms with the crowd going nuts at the sight of this.
Dan: The Courtesy Call, the Courtesy Call by Creed!!!
Too Magnificent pushes himself up onto his elbows, yelling at the top of his lungs before he immediately begins to tap out repeatedly. Everyone in the arena explodes into cheers at the sight of this, Nathan retaining his Xtreme title yet again. Nathan falls to his elbows and knees, breaking the hold with the bell ringing as the official immediately calls for the belt to be handed to him. Isaac reaches under the ropes and grabs Too Magnificent by the ankle, dragging him out of the ring in front of him then blasting him to the face with a right hand, still battling with his former age old rival. Nathan is handed the belt as he rises to his knees and holds it high above his head, the crowd screaming loudly over the fact that Nathan has retained his belt.
Dan: Creed has done it, he’s retained the belt yet again in what was an insane opening contest here!
Mayne: This sucks, what a horrible way to open Annihilation, horrible I say!
Nathan stands up, thrusting the title over his shoulder while Isaac and Too Magnificent have now battled into the crowd. Robin sits up on the outside mats, looking groggy but smiling in the direction of Nathan still holding his belt inside of the ring.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
UNYEILDING HATRED
Too Magnificent bursts through a set of double doors in the backstage parking lot, immediately falling into a roll across the pavement. His face has been lacerated by the brutality of the assault that has been unleashed upon him, Isaac Saine storming after him. He steps through the double doors into the parking lot, a furious expression looming beneath the confines of his metallic jagged mask. He remains hot on the heels of the bloodied Too Magnificent, obviously looking for revenge against every member of the Alpha Generation. Too Magnificent tries to push himself up with blood still dripping off of his face when Isaac grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him towards a black car parked a few inches away from them. He slams the face of Too Magnificent down into it violently as the Alpha Generation member stands up and turns away from the car. He shakes his head with blood still running down his face, completely out of it, somehow remaining on his feet though.
Isaac: Did you think I’d just take this lying down Too Magnificent!?! That I’d let the Alpha Generation run rough shot over me without their being any retribution!?!
Isaac grabs a hold of the blood stained locks of Too Magnificent, turning him around so that they are face to face. The two age old rivals glaring into one another’s eyes.
Saine: Oh no, the Alpha Generation is going to be made to suffer, they’re going to be made to pay right here tonight, starting with you old buddy old pal!
With no more hesitation Isaac turns Too Magnificent towards the black car and rushes him straight at it. He bends Too Magnificent forward and launches him head first directly into the glass passenger side window. It busts into pieces around his head as Too Magnificent now crumbles onto his back, lying motionless with his head covered in blood. He is completely out of it as Isaac bends forward slowly to stare into the out cold features of his rival.
Isaac: Tell the rest of your buddies that this is only the beginning, that Isaac Saine will not stop until he has got his Livewire title shot, and until all you bastards are rotting in hell!
The focused, intense, angry Isaac stands up straight and storms off towards the doors leading back into the arena. Too Magnificent remains spread across the ground, bleeding heavily from the forehead, barely breathing after Isaac has gotten through with him tonight. Isaac begins to walk backwards towards the doors when one opens up, a figure emerging from within it dressed in a full Chewbacca costume. He jumps back sharply into the door and sticks his hands out in front of himself at the sight of the furious Isaac, the beer bottle he grips trembling at the menacing glare of Saine.
Chewbacca: Uhhh, happy Halloween dude.
Isaac grabs him by the chest and throws him down hard to the ground before stepping back into the arena in an ever intense fashion.
THE INTERVIEW SOME HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR
The crowd reacts with a gigantic pop at the sight of the World Champion Desolation seated backstage. Everyone is just going nuts at the camera opens upon his bored features, glancing around the studio style room set up somewhere in the innards of the arena. The title glistens over his shoulder as he glances about impatiently.
Douglas: The interview with none other than World Heavyweight Champion Desolation, is just a few moments away Billy. We’ll be seeing what he has to say about Orlando Cruze right after this next match.
Mayne: Oh joy, that’s just what this show needs, more Desolation.
Dan: He hasn’t been on here at all tonight.
Billy: “At all” is more than enough.
Desolation yawns while stretching on his uncomfortable seat, still dreading the minutes ticking away till his upcoming interview.
ANDREW MAY VS. “THE CUDDLY CANNIBAL” EDDIE VINES
Dan Douglas: This is sure to be an intriguing match, Billy...
Billy Mayne: Intriguing how?
Dan: Both of these young men have laid claim to the Anarchy title, but Andrew May has the belt.
Billy: Ah, yes, the impetuosity of youth.
Dan: I didn't know you knew that word.
Billy: I'm more than just a guy who ogles hot women, ya know.
Dan: So I see. This match is set to get underway very soon, and I'm curious as to how it's going to turn out.
Billy: You and me both!
[Red strobe lights flash around the ring as the scream of "MUMMY THEY ARE HERE!" Bellows over the speaker system, suddenly Limp Bizkits "Eat me alive" blasts from the sound system and the fans react to see Eddie step from behind the curtain, a smile across his face and a new gleam in his eyes, he looks a little older, but much the same as his last apperance in 2004, he walks down the ramp and just looks at the front row, as if hunting for his next meal before stopping at the ring and closing his eyes before sniffing the air, drool running down his cheek before without wiping it he just rolls in the ring and walks to the far corner before dropping to a sitting position, whispering to himself and giggling to himself while taking off his long leather jacket, the fans just seem a little intimidated by his presence before slowly his entrance comes to an end.]
Dan: Eddie Vines now in the ring... He doesn't seem all that concerned about this match, despite the intensity we've seen from him as of late.
Billy: It's just a mask... He's ready for anything that comes his way!
["She Is My Sin" by Nightwish starts to play and Andrew May comes out, Anarchy title slung over one shoulder. He's looking around rather nervously, because he knows anyone can come out of nowhere to take his title. Eddie sees him and his giggling fades, replaced by a snarl that ripples across his face.]
Billy: See, I told you he was ready for anything!
Dan: I hate to say this, but you were right.
Billy: HA!
[Dan shakes his head and shades his eyes with his hand as Andrew steps between the ropes. The referee takes the belt and sets it on the timekeeper's table, then the bell rings to start the match. Eddie charges in and catches Andrew with a brutal forearm smash to the chest. Andrew staggers back a few steps, but Eddie doesn't let up. He continually pushes and shoves at Andrew, causing the younger man to stumble backward against the twisted cords forming the ring ropes. Eddie backs up at the referee's cautionary gesture, then throws himself at Andrew and tries to gnaw on his ear! Andrew shoves him away with a howl of pain, hand clamped over the sore ear.]
Dan: That should be cause for disqualification!
Billy: Hey, they call him the Cuddly Cannibal!
Dan: Cuddly... Cannibal... Those two words do NOT belong together!
[Unaware of the dialogue going on outside the ring, Eddie rushes at Andrew again and gets a stomach full of turnbuckle for his trouble. Andrew moved! He stands behind Eddie, smirking, hands on his hips. Eddie turns around and gets thrown into the opposite turnbuckle. When he comes out with a snarl on his face, Andrew adjusts his stance and nails him with a swinging neckbreaker!]
Dan: OUCH!
Billy: DAMN! That kid can WRESTLE!
[Andrew goes for a cover, failing to hook the outside leg.
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Eddie throws himself to the side, breaking the count in time to keep from losing to Andrew May AGAIN.]
Dan: Andrew showing a bit of inexperience there... He forgot to hook the leg.
Billy: That could cost him.
[No two ways about it, Billy. Eddie gets to his feet first and glares at Andrew, who doesn't seem to be paying attention to what's going on. Both men are woozy from high impact maneuvers so soon in the match, but they're far from ready to quit. Eddie sneaks up behind Andrew and hits a belly to back suplex, leaving the current Anarchy champion sprawled on his stomach on the mat. Eddie rolls Andrew onto his back and goes for the cover.
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Somehow, some way, Andrew manages to kick out! Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, then hauls Andrew to his feet and nails an uppercut, then a swinging neckbreaker. Again, Andrew is slumped on the mat in a lifeless heap. The technical side of Eddie Vines is making the fans sit forward in their seats, silent in their shock and anticipation.]
Dan: The fans are eerily silent tonight, Billy...
Billy: They're not the only ones! Who knew Eddie Vines was a technician!?
Dan: I certainly didn't... Apparently he's willing to do whatever it takes to get his revenge on Andrew May.
[That he is, Dan... Eddie rolls Andrew to his back again and goes for another pin attempt.
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NO!!! Andrew May kicks out AGAIN! Eddie slaps the mat in frustration, then turns a dark glare on the struggling Andrew. Andrew gets to one knee, then Eddie strikes! He clamps on a sleeper hold! The referee lifts Andrew's arm once and it falls.
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Arm up, and it falls again.
2!
The arm is raised a third time, BUT IT DOESN'T FALL! Eddie stares at the clenched fist in shock, even as Andrew struggles to his feet and slams several powerful elbows into the cuddly cannibal's stomach. The fifth blow dislodges the ravenous murderer, causing him to stumble back, absolutely dumbfounded. Andrew turns around and the look on his face makes Eddie giggle. Andrew May is LIVID! But Eddie won't be laughing much longer... Andrew comes in low, looking for a standing tackle. Eddie grabs him and sends him into the ringpost! CLANG! Andrew staggers back, clutching his right shoulder and grimacing in pain.]
Billy: Now that's gonna give Eddie the opening he needs!
Dan: You may well be right... This match has been full of surprises so far, can Eddie Vines get revenge by defeating Andrew May?
[We're about to find out... Eddie watches Andrew, who stumbles into a certain spot. Ruthlessly, relentlessly, Eddie attacks, pulling Andrew into a standing surfboard, putting even more pressure on that already wounded shoulder. Andrew shakes his head no when the referee asks him if he wants to submit. Eddie hauls up on Andrew's arms, causing the young Anarchy champion to scream in pain. The fans wince and some are silently imploring him to surrender. The camera zooms in and catches the referee's question.]
Referee: Do you want to quit?
Andrew: NO!!!
[But he's on the verge of losing it... Eddie yanks up on Andrew's arms again and Andrew is forced to submit. The bell rings and Eddie lets go of the standing surfboard.]
Announcer: Your winner... EDDIE VINES!!!
[Eddie lifts his hand in triumph, then goes to the ropes so he can rummage stuff out for the Anarchy title match he wants.]
Dan: Good Lord, no! He can't!
Billy: He can, and will! He wants that Anarchy title!
[Another referee comes running to ringside, replacing the disgruntled official already in there. While Eddie is rummaging under the ring, however, an absolutely furious Andrew May rises from the mat, cradling his right arm against his chest. The fans start to scream, as if to warn Eddie. Eddie finds what he wants and slides into the ring with a stop sign and a kendo stick. He stands up and turns around, only to be met with a hurtling Andrew May, who makes brutal, vicious contact...]
Dan: NO!!!
Billy: YES! The Zinedine Zidane!
[In other words, a brutal headbutt. Andrew collapses on top of a lifeless Eddie and goes for a cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
Andrew May retains the Anarchy Championship! He rolls off Eddie and the referee hands him the Anarchy title belt. It gets slung over his uninjured shoulder and the ref helps him out of the ring. Eddie rolls over onto his side and lands on the mat outside the ring. Nobody wants to help him, but they have no choice. His sternum could have been caved in with that headbutt. Someone comes out and gamely assists Eddie from the ringside area.]
Dan: This... I don't know what to say.
Billy: Neither do I. It was absolute MAYHEM!
Dan: That sums it up rather nicely, I think.
Billy: Well, thank you.
Douglas: Anyway, Andrew May lost the singles match to Eddie Vines, yet he still retained the Anarchy Championship. This is such a confusing situation. While those young men are looked after in the back, we have more action to come...
Billy: So stay tuned, because you don't want to miss even one SECOND!
DEATH TO THE DISHONORABLE!
The fans inside of the arena unleash a wicked wave of cheers at the sight of the World Heavyweight Champion, Desolation himself seated in the backstage area with the title glistening over his shoulder. He sits in your basic director style chair with a careless, casual expression on his face, located in one of the many backstage rooms cut off to the rest of the roster for this very special interview. Michelle Blacker is revealed seated in a chair across from Desolation, filing through her note-cards as she prepares for this very candid interview.
Michelle: Desolation, I’d like to first thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this interview.
Desolation raises an eyebrow.
Desolation: Busy schedule? It was either I do this or be dragged to the theaters to watch the Marine, and personally, I find this much less unbearable. Plus, you know, it’s my job to kind of have to make public appearances like this from time to time, and although I’d much rather be signing autographs out front of the local Hustler shop, this allows me to say what I want to without that whole carpel tunnel syndrome flaring up.
Michelle: From signing autographs right?
Desolation: Sure.
Desolation rolls his eyes while leaning back in his chair, continuing to covet his shinny new belt.
Blacker: Well Desolation, I’m just going to jump right into the question that is on everyone’s minds....
Desolation sticks his hand up and smirks while motioning for Michelle to silence herself.
Desolation: I know, I know, everybody has been asking the same question. The rumors are false, I will not be appearing on Dancing with the Stars next season. Although producers have approached me for various reasons, I’ve turned down their offers. I mean, just because I’m the most talented dancer west of Ireland and the producers wanted another wrestler with phenomenal legs, doesn’t mean I have to sell my soul to ABC. Even if it does guarantee that I’d eventually get my own spinoff series.
Michelle: Just like Joey from Friends?
Desolation: Perhaps, but with acting talents and something called entertainment.
Michelle tilts her head and nods rather smugly before continuing on with the interview.
Blacker: Well, as enlightening as that obscure series of references was, that’s not what the fans have been so hard pressed to hear you speak about.
Desolation: Oh, well, I can assure you if it’s that sex tape floating around on the internet, that I had nothing to do with it whatsoever. But I have watched it, and what Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed do to each other, and several barn yarn animals in that film was even enough to make me blush.
Michelle: No Desolation, that’s not what the fans want to know either. I think we all just want to know what exactly are your feelings on the fact that Orlando Cruze double crossed you two weeks ago.
The World Champion smirks slightly and shakes his head while readjusting himself in his seat.
Desolation: Feelings? Your not turning into Dr. Phil are you Michelle, because you definitely lack the bald head, the fake Texas accent, and the penis. If you want to get some balls trade Orlando for the ones he suddenly developed. What do I think of this whole turn to evil by Orlando though? Let’s just say it wasn’t something that I didn’t expect. It was obvious to me that sooner or later Orlando would get something up his anus, that didn’t belong to Nathan, and start thinking he can become the cock of the walk again by simply giving me the Rock Bottom in the middle of the ring. Little did he realize that there would be repercussions for his actions, including a hilarious, albeit classic Desolation verbal lashing that everyone has come to enjoy.
Michelle continues to nod with a forced smile.
Dark Man: But what surprises me is not the initial turn, but how poorly Orlando has handled it. You know the usual heel turn format Michelle. The man who has betrayed his principles turns on the guy with actual wrestling talent, then the following week they sit in the middle of the ring and go on some big elaborate spiel about why they did it. All the while they give some generic, cliche excuses for their behavior, indicating that it’s there time, or that they’re doing this for the greater good of the company, or maybe they couldn’t live with seeing what their former friend or mentor had become. Then the bad guy does a terrible Conan the Barbarian impression, and puts over some wannabe wigger and an old guy with floppy man boobs. Wait, I got a bit sidetracked there. The point is, this already hasn’t turned out the way that Orlando should have played things. For one, he turned against the wrong person, because in order for a proper heel turn to take place, they need to be able to defeat the person that they turned on. It makes them look all threatening and stuff even though they’re the same lackluster wrestler they’ve always been. In this case, it’s not going to happen though, Orlando isn’t going to get the big win he needs to make his transformation seem legitimate. Instead, his whole fantasy of going against Desolation and suddenly being taken serious again, is going to conclude just like every single previous match we’ve had against one another. Orlando will be pinned, saddened and go right back to his stale face persona that has gotten so old, I think Cloris Leechmen wouldn’t even fuck it with a ten inch dick.....
Yippeee, it’s Desolation!!
The double doors to the side of Desolation fly open as the Dark Man turns abruptly, his eyes widening and centering upon none a large collection of balloons being held in front of the face of a figure who enters the interview area. Michelle stands up and moves out of the way as the figure stems towards Desolation and throws all the balloons out of his way onto the chair Blacker was just seated in. He now holds only one in front of his face before he pulls it aside and reveals himself as Crazy Eddie Mitchell. The World Champion slowly rises from his seat as he examines the comical grin on Eddie’s face, as if he’s awe struck to be in Desolation’s presence.
Eddie: Desolation, oh man, it’s him, it’s the World Heavyweight Champion himself, the Dark Man, the Lord of the Dance, the King of the wrestling ring, the Loon Leader.....
Desolation: Enough, enough, explain your interruption and continue complimenting me....
Desolation demands this while continue to observe the ever excited Eddie, still holding a single silver balloon.
Eddie: I didn’t mean to interrupt Desolation, but when I heard you were here, and they finally let me back into the building after that whole restraining order incident, I just had to come back here and meet the man, the legend, the Desolation!
Crazy Eddie sticks his hand out, looking for a shake. Desolation speculatively glances down at it for a moment before returning his sights to the eager Eddie.
Desolation: What is that on the palm of your hand?
Eddie looks at it for a second with an awkward silence.
Eddie: Oh, sorry about that, let’s just say I’ll never let Derek convince me to pop 10 viagras on a dare again....
Desolation; Yeah, put that hand away then, and never let me see it again..
Eddie agrees as he lowers the hand to his side and hides it behind his back, still looking as eager as ever.
Eddie: Anyway Desolation, I just want to tell you that it would be an honor, an absolute honor if I can become one of your loons. I would do anything Desolation to be a member of your prestigious group of loons. Look I brought you presents and everything, and balloons to ingratiate myself to you, to show just how much I want to be friends with Desolation. Granted most of them came from a little girl’s birthday party a few blocks away, and the pony I stole died of starvation, I still think this is a very noble gesture, and you should really accept me as a Loon in training.
Desolation stares at Eddie for a moment then at the balloon which reads “Happy 18th Birthday Amy” on it. The Dark Man lifts his finger into the air and pops the balloon rather abruptly. Eddie jumps and grabs his chest and the balloon bursts, looking at sadly now before staring back at Desolation.
Desolation: How about, no!
The Dark Man shakes his head and steps out of the dressing room as Eddie watches him with sadness in his eyes. Michelle steps to Eddie’s side, watching the World Champion walk away. Eddie’s sad eyes begin to turn and catch sight of Michelle’s chest before he grins slightly and looks up at her, winking his eye.
Michelle: Ew....
Blacker backs away with a disgusted expression on his face.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
ENEMIES AND ALLIES
The sounds of boos can be heard through the backstage area as the camera opens upon none other than Jericho Dylan, slowly making his way down a corridor in his casual approach to the ring. He stares forward with an almost smug expression on his face, his Alpha Generation shirt hanging loosely from his thin frame as he strolls onward. He doesn’t even seem to care about the oddly dressed individuals lining his sides, all decked out in their Halloween costumes. Obviously he seems centered on his impending match up while slowly taking a thing of tape and wrapping it around his hand, not even spotting the figure looming before him. He grabs the shirt of Jericho and spins him around as the crowd erupts with a mixed response at the sight of none Sean Johnson. Jericho immediately pulls his shirt away from the grip of Johnson while glaring into his intense face.
Jericho: Hey, hands off the material pal.
Jericho finally seems to notice that it’s Sean who cut him off abruptly, a grin forming on his face.
Dylan: Oh hey there Johnson, I didn’t realize it was you, how are things pal?
Jericho slaps Sean on the shoulder which seems to greatly infuriated Genocide, lifting his finger into the air slowly to point into Dylan’s cocky face.
Johnson: Listen here Jericho, I’m sick of waiting for answers, and to receive the things that were promised to me.
Sean seems to be becoming even more intense, his face reddening with anger.
Sean: I want my Livewire title shot, Jackson and I had a deal.
Jericho chuckles while shaking his head, almost as if he takes pity on Johnson.
Jericho: You poor, poor sap. It’s just like I told you last week, the Alpha Generation is in control around here, meaning that we decide what rules we want to play by. If you want a Livewire title shot, you’ll just have to wait in line and try to earn it.
The grin remains on Jericho’s face, turning away from Sean who grabs him abruptly by the arm, squeezing it with anger. Jericho looks down in outrage upon the arm firmly gripped in Johnson’s hand.
Johnson: Jericho, I’m the last mother fucker you want to make an enemy with. So I would suggest the Alpha Generation give me what I was promised.
The look of outrage on Jericho’s face is slowly replaced with the grin again as he effortlessly pulls free from the grip of Johnson. He merely laughs as he marches off down the corridor in the direction of the ring, Johnson turning to eye him with his features twisted with absolute rage.
JERICHO DYLAN VS. AURORA ROSE
(The playing of guitars suddenly plays over the speakers as “Astounded” by Tantric plays over the sound system, the curtains suddenly open to reveal Aurora Rose, standing alone her presence shows her strength, a woman of great pride and power, she just begins walking to the ring and ignores the fans before reaching the bottom of the ramp and walking around to the metal staircase, climbing it to the apron, she stops in front of the fans and just seductively pokes her ass at the fans before slowly sliding down into a splits that has men whistling from the back row to the front row, with a smug grin she stands back up and just grabs the top rope before flipping into the squared circle and bouncing on her toes, her mind prepared for this big match with Jericho Dylan.)
Dan Douglas: Aurora Rose here ladies and gentleman and what a superstar she has proven to be here in the ULW, but tensions between her and Robin Brooks recently Billy.
Billy Mayne: No kidding, you see this is my reasoning for it Dan, you can’t have two good looking women in one roof, it just becomes like a civil war, they will see each other as a threat and take each other down whenever they can and everyone with them and just from that analogy Dan…I got wood.
Dan Douglas: OH GOD NO!
("Let me introduce myself
I'm a social disease
I come for your wealth
And leave you on your knees"
The fans look around, then focus their attention on the ramp. A few small sparkler style explosions are seen, then the big screen lights up. A flash of lightning, then part of a face. Another flash of lightning, then more of the face.
"No time for feeling sorry
I got here on my own
But I won't ask for mercy
I choose to walk alone"
A third flash of lightning, then even more of the face is revealed. A fourth flash of lightning and the face turns out to be that of the one and only Jericho Dylan! The fans erupt in a tumult of anger and rise up to greet him. The big screen starts to roll, showcasing highlights of Jericho's storied career. Pyro starts going off, red, white and blue, the colors of the United States of America.
"Ooh, what's yours is mine
What's mine is mine too
When I shake your hand
You better count your fingers
What if I do get caught?
What if there is no judgement?
If I'm right I lose nothing
If you're right I lose it all
I ought to be caught because
I'm doing something wicked
I'm guilty haunted by my fears
The only consequences are
Dread and the Fugitive Mind!"
At the last word, a billowing white fog engulfs the top of the ramp. When it dies down, there's a man in a cloak standing there. Work roughened hands come up and flip the hood back to reveal the face they've seen on the big screen. At the sight of the Soulveyer's face, the crowd rises to its feet and starts booing even louder. Jericho just stares at the crowd and comes down the ramp. He's got a huge smile on his face... He literally feeds on their energy! Hopping up the stairs, he grins at the crowd, then catapults himself over the top rope, landing on his feet! Their booing might as well go unnoticed as he vaults up onto the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms back. The fans boo loudly again, if that's possible! At each of the successive turnbuckles, red, white and blue pyro stream out of the other corners. He throws off his cloak and a loud concussive blast of gold pyro brings the lights back up to their usual level. Jericho spins around in a circle, stopping to face the ramp, leaning forward, hands resting just above his knees. He's ready for whatever comes his way!)
Dan Douglas: Like Cruze, Jericho is one of those that had the world and the fans on his side and he let it all go, I feel for this man, he is out here trying to make something of himself in maybe the hardest stage of them all and to do it, he has dropped all that meant something to his career!
Billy Mayne: Are you kidding me? He did the right thing, Jackson Adams is not only powerful but he is a tutor, a leader and an inspiration to us all, Jericho can see that and that’s why Jericho has joined alongside him, I don’t blame him Dan!
Dan Douglas: You’re love for Jackson Adams is becoming worrying Billy, very worrying.
(The bell sounds to begin the match and both these characters are quick to get things moving, slowly they begin to circle the ring, staring into each others eyes and glaring at the focus of one another, looking for a hesitation or a worry, however as if not finding one both of them suddenly lunge in and hook up in the middle of the ring, Jericho outsizes Aurora clearly as they push off one another but the young female is putting up a good fight, suddenly she grabs his arm from the underneath and throws it in the air breaking the grapple and allowing her to duck under it and hook Jericho around the waist from behind, but Jericho shows his upper body dominance as he just grabs the clasped hands of Aurora and breaks them apart before keeping a hold of one of them and twisting it into a wrist lock, suddenly though Aurora counters back rolling forward then spinning in a full circle on the mat while on her knees before rolling forward and nipping right back to her feet before jumping on the spot and rolling backwards in the air before landing back on her feet, the move untwists her arm and makes room for the counter into a wristlock of her own causing the fans to clap happily at the fast start to this match. Twisting the arm hard, Jericho drops to one knee and just holds his hand out asking her to show some mercy on the wrist, but she doesn’t and he remains where he is, looking for a new escape route, slowly he stands back to his feet before suddenly he leaps forward into a forward roll before standing and turning quickly, near enough in the same motion, to face Aurora, he then rolls forward again and right into the ropes, he glares across at Aurora and just taps his temple to insinuate intelligence before standing back up as the official demands Aurora back off.
Slowly the two of these fine competitors begins to circle the ring again, both looking as focused as they were before, however more casually this time Jericho extends his hand looking for a Greco roman knuckle lock grapple, however as Aurora leans in to meet him Jericho suddenly dives to the mat, wrapping his arms around her ankle and taking her to the mat as he pushes it out from under her, suddenly he leaps over her chest and lands by the side of her head before locking in the side headlock, her shoulders doing well to stay off the mat. Slowly Jericho begins to stand her up, still locked in the headlock, however as they stand Aurora begins trying to fight back with some nice elbows to the ribs, but quickly and intelligently Jericho stops it and throws her back down to the mat with a headlock takedown.
Painfully Jericho just grinds the hold in to some boos from the fans before suddenly Aurora lifts her legs and wraps them around his head breaking the hold and dragging him back down to the mat putting her back in some seat of control in this match, even just for a temporary period, Jericho just rolls himself in front of the now sitting Aurora, his body up on tiptoes as Rose places her hands on his back to stop him from trying to reverse the move that way, however, Jericho just lifts himself straight into a handstand showing great balance, worried he might follow it with something Aurora breaks the hold around his head and just back rolls out of range before both wrestlers stand up in the ring staring at each other to a round of applause from the happy fans.)
Dan Douglas: A good well paced match so far Billy, I must say, both of them are looking in good condition out there.
Billy Mayne: You’re certainly right, but you see that handstand escape, I taught him that Dan, seriously!
Dan Douglas: With 400 pounds of belly and nothing even remotely close to a brain, you are trying to convince me you taught him that, yeah, right, whatever!
(Both wrestlers just begin to circle the ring again before quickly Jericho steps forward with the extended arm for the Roman Greco Knuckle lock, again, Aurora accepts with one hand and then with the other, however as she does Jericho just drops to the floor and kicks clear the locked fingers of the two of them before back rolling with the other arm still in his grip, twisting it backwards and bending the arm at the elbow into Aurora’s own shoulder, she feels it with a grunt of pain and just grits her teeth in pain while looking for an escape, however before she can do it, Jericho begins to apply his weight and bends her backwards, her feet remaining in the same position as she drops back into a crab, her feet up on tip toes while Jericho continues to lock the hold in, his own body going to a kneeling position as he takes her to the mat, Jericho just piles on the weight trying to lower her shoulders into a pinfall, but suddenly to a huge applause and shock to the fans Aurora shows great athleticism and strength by pushing herself up, under the weight of Jericho and back to her feet while still in the knuckle lock, but her momentum is growing and she just finds the opening to duck under his arm and turn the knuckle lock into a hammerlock, reversing the hold on Jericho and regaining the drive in this match, however she doesn’t hold it and instead steps in to Jericho on his other side before grabbing his head and bringing him down with another headlock takedown to the mat but Jericho quickly counters into a leg scissors but Aurora instantly nips right out of the hold and right back to her feet as Jericho rolls to one knee having trouble keeping up with the pace of this superb female athlete.
He gets to his feet and both wrestlers again merely stare at each other, neither being able to break the deadlock with some combos thus far, mockingly Jericho just begins to applaud her before the two slowly the circle the ring again, eventually they lock up and Jericho pulls her instantly down into a side headlock, but Aurora wastes no time and throws him into the ropes to break the hold before sending him across the ring into the ropes opposite, she slides onto her front causing him to leap over her into the ropes again, she stands up now and leapfrogs over him as he continues to pick up pace and momentum, however as he comes back at her this time she lunges in and hits a deep arm drag takedown that has the fans cheering loudly, dazily he stands back up and right into another good arm drag takedown, Jericho just rolls away and to the corner of the ring, but Aurora follows and grabs him by the hair as he remains on one knee, she slams a right hand into his head and then picks him up to his feet before chopping a slapping strike across his chest and another and another, she then takes his arm and throws him across the ring into the opposite corner before chasing in after him, but Jericho reaches out and grabs the top rope jumping allowing Aurora to pass underneath him, as he touches the mat he back rolls away and just gets back up right in time to see Aurora charge him again, but he lunges in to meet her and picks her up off the ground before spinning right round in a circle, dumping her hard to the mat with the forward slam that has Aurora suddenly arching her back in pain.)
Dan Douglas: A huge move by Jericho and that can change things here, he has the extra power and he used it with his speed there to great effectiveness!
Billy Mayne: I taught him that to!
Dan Douglas: You just keep dreaming there Billy.
(Suddenly Jericho stands up and calls for his finisher, the fans just boo loudly as he walks around Aurora like a beast out for blood, he grabs her by the hair viciously and just lifts her slowly to her feet before walking her to one of the corners, however as they reach it she breaks free of his hold and just slaps a chop across his chest and another and another, Jericho holds his upper body in pain when suddenly to the excitement of the fans, she grabs his head and runs at the turnbuckle, she bounces of it and back toward the ring, SINFUL DESIRES, NO, Jericho weasels his head out of the way just in time causing her to fall on her feet just in front of him, instantly he grabs her in a neckbreaker setup before running up the turnbuckle and flipping over her body while twisting in mid-air, he begins to fall down the front of her body, her head still in his arm, BOURBON STREET BLUES!!! HE CONNECTS!!! Jericho just rolls Aurora over and knowing of the result rests comfortably over her as the official slides into position,
1…
2…
3…
Mayne: Yes, Jericho has done it, he's done it!
Douglas: What a heartbreaker for Aurora Rose, so close, very close to win tonight.
Jericho is exhausted after this intense contest as Devin Hawk and Jackson Adams now rush from the back and slide into the ring. The Alpha Generation members move quickly towards the down Aurora, slapping her on the back of the head with the crowd booing. Adams bends down and grabs the hair of Aurora, holding her face up to stare into his own eyes.
Jackson: You don’t disrespect the Alpha Generation, you hear me? Nobody disrespects us, we’re in control of this show and that means, we’re in control of you too! You will bow down unto us!
Aurora tries to pull free in her weakened state when the crowd goes nuts, Sean “Genocide” Johnson rushing down the ramp and towards the ring. He slides into the squared circle immediately and rushes right at the slowly standing Jericho Dylan. He catches him with a forearm to the side of the face with the crowd still going nuts as Jericho is knocked into the turnbuckle.
Douglas: It’s Sean Johnson, it’s Sean Johnson, he said there would be some problems tonight if he didn’t get what was promised to him, and he sure is making a problem for the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: Has this man lost his mind? He shouldn’t cross the Alpha Generation!!
Sean spins away from Jericho and pops Devin Hawk across the jaw now, knocking him backwards in the direction of the ropes. Jackson begins to step in and gets chopped to the chest, knocking him backwards. Jericho rushes up behind Genocide though and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, knocking him forward into the waiting arms of Devin, who catches him around the waist. Hawk drops back into a belly to belly suplex on Genocide, sending him crashing into the canvas with the fans booing loudly.
Mayne: And now Johnson is learning why you shouldn’t be a problem to the Alpha Generation hahaha.
Jericho rolls under the ropes and approaches the time keeper.
Jericho: OUT OF THE WAY MOTHER FUCKER!
The time keeper moves as Jericho grabs their chair and approaches the ring quickly. He rolls under the ropes quickly to the inside with the chair held tightly while Jackson and Devin stomp away at the down Sean Johnson. The crowd goes nuts though as Isaac Saine now emerges from the back and bolts towards the ring in blue jeans and an sleeveless dark shirt, covered in Too Magnificent’s blood.
Douglas: Isaac Saine, Isaac Saine is here to keep getting at the Alpha Generation for the hell they’ve put him through the past few weeks!
Mayne: This man is deranged, he has no motives for his actions, he’s just fucking crazy like that.
Isaac slides into the ring and goes right after Jackson Adams, who turns to greet him a second too late. He throws a right only for Isaac to block it and begin blasting Adams to the jaw repeatedly, the Livewire Champion being knocked backwards with each strike to his jaw. He is almost taken out of his boots when Isaac spins around and takes him down with a huge lariat. Jackson is almost beheaded by the collision. Saine spits down at him and turns towards Jericho who was rushing in with the chair. He gets his boot up straight into the chair, driving it into Jericho’s face, taking him down to the canvas hard across his back. The fans are still going nuts as Saine turns towards Devin, who rushes forward for a big boot of his own. Isaac ducks it and gets behind his back. He locks in the cobra clutch with the crowd cheering wildly, realizing he’s going for the Psychotic Episode.
Before he can hit it though, Jackson rushes into the camera’s frame with the chair Jericho tried to use. He drops down and drives the top edge of the chair into the back of Isaac’s knee, causing it to buckle as he collapses onto his back, shouting out in tremendous pain. He reaches for his knee which took a rather nasty shot from the chair, his leg folded as he roars in anguish. Devin turns and begins to stomp on him now, while Jackson does the same. Dylan stands up in front of the ropes, dazed when Johnson rushes in and clotheslines him over the top rope. Both men go flying to the outside of the ring, crashing to the mats.
Douglas: Man, this is all out insanity, all out insanity! Everyone coming out here to get their hands on the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: Who else is going to show up here to try and make an impact at the expense of the most dominant stable in ULW history?
Jackson steps up with the chair as he turns it sideways, driving it down into the side of Isaac’s knee as she shouts out in pain. Adams drives the chair down into his knee again while Aurora rolls to the outside of the ring, watching all of this. She has a conflicted look on her face as the chair is driven into the knee of Adams once more. Devin stomps at Isaac as well before the fans start to scream, Lethal Weapon rushing towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and gets to his feet as Devin turns around to spot him, Weapon bolting forward immediately. He catches him once again with the Golden Bullet Spear, sending Devin crashing into the canvas across his back, the entire arena exploding into cheers. Lethal springs to his feet, looking pumped up as a result, everyone going nuts.
Mayne: No, for the second week straight, Lethal has speared Devin Hawk out here in the ring!
Douglas: The sins of Baine continuing to haunt Devin.
Jackson rushes at Lethal and swings the chair, missing him. Weapon gets behind his back as Jackson turns around and walks straight into a vicious right to the jaw, taking him down to the canvas. Isaac begins to get to his feet, favoring his leg while Lethal turns towards Devin, who rolls to the outside of the ring. He drops onto his feet and points into the ring at Weapon, shouting while covering his ribs in tremendous pain. Weapon glares at him intensely while Isaac has stepped towards the rising Jackson. He blasts him with a shot to the jaw, followed by another one, the crowd still going nuts while the weakened Jericho is whipped into the steel guard rail by a furious Sean Johnson. Security now rushes from the back, as well as a great deal of referees, the lead one being Alex Ingelson. Boos flare up from the crowd as Isaac and Jackson are pulled apart in the ring, and Sean is restrained from the down Jericho Dylan at ringside. Lethal minds his own business in the corner, acting innocent as the officials build a wall between him and Adams in the ring. Ingelson now sticks his head through the ropes and shouts something at the ring announcer, Susie Moore nodding her head, understanding.
Douglas: Some sense of control being enforced out here finally, but what is Ingelson telling Susie now?
Mayne: I don’t know, but I do know that Susie is not the best person to talk to with her limited understanding. I told her was chili outside the other day and she ran out of the arena with a bowl and spoon.
Susie lifts the microphone to her lips now.
Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the incapability of restraining the three men who will compete in the impending triple threat match later tonight, referee Alex Ingelson has decided that match will happen right now!
Everyone cheers as Lethal grins widely, Adams looking on with a shocked expression on his face. Sean nods, still looking all fired up. It takes at least dozen guards to keep Isaac restrained from the Livewire Champion.
Douglas: Wow, that match starts right now, Johnson vs. Jackson vs. Lethal.
Mayne: The referee isn’t allowed to do that.
Dan: We’ll have this triple threat, next!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SEAN JOHNSON VS. LETHAL WEAPON VS. JACKSON ADAMS
The fans are anxious, standing, putting their hands together as they watch closely the trio of stars occupying the ring. Lethal Weapon gazes across at Jackson Adams, who shifts his eyes between Johnson and the Legendary competitor. Johnson seems intrigued to see who will go at who first when the bell finally sounds in the background. Suddenly Weapon rushes across the ring, straight at Adams in the corner, beginning to slug him repeatedly to the face as he backs into the corner. Lethal stomps him to the ribs viciously now as he slides down the corner onto his seat. Lethal keeps stomping at him brutally when Johnson steps in and grabs Weapon by the shoulder, pushing him out of the way and then laying into Adams with boot strikes as well. The crowd is screaming with cheers as Jackson tries to cover up, having it taken to him by both men in this contest.
Weapon now grabs Sean by around the neck and tosses him out of the way before dropping down and grabbing Adams by the throat, strangling him in the corner. Jackson kicks both of his legs, gasping for air and the official trying to get Lethal to break the illegal choke. Sean grabs Lethal by the arm and turns him around now before finally kicking him to the gut and slugging him across the face. He backs Weapon up into the ropes and whips him across the ring directly into the opposite cables. Lethal bounces off and comes back in as Johnson bends forward to catch him with a back drop. Lethal kicks him directly to the face though, causing him to bend forward before he rushes in with a lariat at Genocide. Johnson ducks it though and gets behind Lethal’s back, catching his arms and back sliding him over onto the canvas into a pinning predicament.
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Lethal kicks out and drops over onto his knees, immediately slapping on a front gantry on Johnson and rising to his feet. He hoists him into the air for a vertical suplex when Sean floats up and over, landing on his feet behind Weapon. He shoves him forward abruptly into the cables, Lethal bouncing off and coming back in when he’s caught with a huge back drop by the bent forward Genocide. Lethal crashes into the canvas while Sean steps forward celebrating, only to be caught with an explosive lariat by Jackson rushing out of the corner. The shot knocks him down to the canvas hard across his back as Adams shakes his arm from the pain.
Douglas: What a vicious lariat by Jackson Adams as he finally gets in his first bit of offense in this contest.
Mayne: No one targets Adams, no one!
Weapon begins to rise to his feet while hunched over when Jackson turns towards him and rushes in. He catches Lethal with a brutal knee lift to the face that causes him to stand up straight and turn away from JA. The Livewire Champion spins around and catches him about the neck, dropping down and hitting a huge reverse neckbreaker. Jackson gets to his feet and turns towards Johnson now, who is trying his best to work his way to his feet. As soon as he gets to a crouching position, Adams charges in and grabs him around the neck, connecting with a huge swinging neckbreaker on him now. The back of Johnson’s head crashes hard into the canvas as Jackson sits up on the canvas with a smug look on his face. He gets to his feet slowly while Lethal tries to will his way up, utilizing the cables for a base. Jackson slaps his bicep and charges in now with a huge burst of speed, going for a big lariat. Weapon bends forward and catches him against his shoulders though, standing up and elevating Adams over the cables to the outside of the ring.
Jackson grabs the top cable as he floats over, landing on the apron when Weapon jumps into the air and almost flips over backwards, connecting with a kick to the back of Adams’ head. The shot sends him into a forwards stagger, bashing face first into the turnbuckle and then dropping in a heap on the outside of the ring. Adams rolls onto his side, shaking his head from the strikes as he gets to his feet, looking out of it while Weapon begins to stand up in front of the cables. A demented Sean Johnson rushes forward at Lethal now when Weapon catches him against his shoulder and back drops him over the ropes now. Jackson looks up just in time for Johnson to come crashing down on top of him. The fans scream as both men are sent spilling into the mats, Sean rolling off of the down Adams. Both men begin to push themselves up now as they come to blows when Weapon rushes across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off and then coming back in as he dives over the ropes. He goes into a senton plancha directly on top of both Jackson and Genocide, sending them crashing to the mats with Lethal falling off their shoulders directly onto his feet. He steps forward with a smug expression on his face while the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Douglas: What an athletic move by Lethal Weapon, this man never ceases to surprise me.
Mayne: Yeah, I’m surprised every time he hits a move without cracking his hip.
A UL-Dub chant starts now from the gracefulness of Lethal’s high risk move as Johnson begins to stand up in front of him. Lethal steps in and grabs him by the back of the head, dragging him towards the apron and bashing him face first off of it. Sean staggers back into the hands of Lethal, who rolls him into the ring now and hops onto the apron. Weapon surprisingly seems to be going for yet another acrobatic move as he grabs the top cable and begins to jump into the air in order to land upon it feet first. As soon as he does though, Jackson grabs him by the ankle from the outside and pulls it, causing Lethal to fly over the mats and come crashing down hard face first into them. The fans are booing the sight of this as Jackson keeps his back pressed to the apron, smirking from ear to ear. Jackson points down at Lethal and begins to chuckle while he grabs his hip and mocks Lethal by acting like it’s broken. He steps forward and kicks Lethal to the side of his head while he remains on his back, Johnson getting to his feet in the ring and approaching the corner. He begins to climb it, turning his back to Jackson who doesn’t even spot him.
Suddenly Johnson dives off the top rope backwards with a huge moonsault, flying straight at Jackson, who turns just in time for Genocide to crash down on top of him. The fans put their hands together and slap the barricades while Adams crashes into the mats across his back.
Mayne: Oh man!! Now Johnson being a spot monkey too!
Douglas: He hit that moonsault perfectly, and took out the distracted jackass that is Jackson Adams.
Billy: Jeez, that was harsh, you act like Jackson slapped your mother or something. Although, since she’s into hardcore S&M, she’d probably like that type of thing.
Johnson gets to his feet and grabs Jackson around the neck, rolling the Champion to his knees and pulling him to his feet. He drags him to the ring and rolls him in under the ropes before hopping onto the apron and approaching the corner once more. He begins to climb up it to hit another high impact move with the fans still going nuts after that huge moonsault he connected with. As soon as he reaches the top rope though, Adams stands up and charges in. He pushes the legs of Johnson out from under him, causing him to crash testicles first into the top rope, the crowd groaning at the sight of this. Sean bends forward as Jackson grabs him by the hair and turns sideways in the direction of Genocide. He pulls him off the turnbuckle and onto his shoulders, stepping around the ring and then delivering a huge Death Valley Driver. Sean’s body crashes violently into the ring as Jackson gets to his knees and scrambles into the cover.
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Johnson kicks out as Jackson rises to his knees and looks around at the crowd who is screaming in anger. Adams gets to his knees and grabs Sean by the hair, pulling him up onto his seat. He immediately locks in the trusty rear naked chin lock, applying pressure to the neck of Genocide with both of his arms squeezing tightly. Sean’s face becomes a shade of red as Jackson continues to squeeze at it with all of his strength, already trying to force the submission, in what has been a quick paced match. Jackson obviously is trying to slow it down before Sean begins to force himself up onto his feet. The crowd is surprisingly getting behind Johnson as he finally reaches his feet and tries to squirm free. Jackson immediately breaks the sleeper though and locks up both of his arms, placing him in a full nelson it seems as he gets ready for a dragon suplex. Without warning, Weapon enters the ring behind them and rushes up to Adams’ backside, wrapping his arms around his waist and dropping back with a German suplex. As he does this, Adams lifts Johnson into the air with the dragon suplex, flipping Sean over completely as he crashes into the canvas across his face and chest. The crowd looks on in shock as Weapon is now bridging over backwards into the pinning predicament.
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Jackson kicks out by falling over onto his side.
Mayne: That was insane, I can’t believe the German Weapon just hit on Jackson, while he was still holding onto Johnson with the dragon suplex!
Douglas: That indeed was a spectacular move.
The crowd is clapping loudly at the sight of what they just witnessed as Lethal gets to his feet and steps towards Jackson, driving his elbow into the top of his head. Johnson rolls over and gets to his feet when Weapon charges in and catches him with a double axehandle smash to his face, taking him down to the canvas as well. Lethal turns towards Jackson, who rises to his feet and is caught with a stiff chop across the chest. Adams howls in pain as he staggers backwards, Lethal grabbing his wrist and pushing him spine first into the corner. He now whips him across the ring only for Adams to turn around and reverse the wrist lock. He whips Weapon into the opposite cables, the legend bouncing off and coming back in when Jackson drops to the canvas across his mid-section. Lethal jumps over him when Sean stands up and jumps into the air, landing on Lethal’s shoulders and dropping back into a hurricarana. Weapon flips over and crashes across his back upon the canvas, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring where he lands on his feet.
Jackson steps up and chops Johnson immediately before whipping him across the ring into the ropes, he once again drops to his stomach, trying to make Sean leap over him. Johnson flips forward though and crashes with a senton across the back of Jackson, causing him to yell out in pain before he rolls onto his back, arching his spine from the ring. Sean stands next to him until he jumps into the air and connects with a huge moonsault straight on top of Jackson. Adams shouts in pain as Sean hooks his leg.
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Adams kicks out, the Livewire Champion sitting up in a pain ridden state while Sean gets up behind him. He connects with a stiff kick straight to the back of Adams, then does it again, then does it once more. Adams shouts out in pain as Sean jumps over him and goes into a roll before turning sideways to Jackson and rushing forward into a brutal front dropkick to his face. The fans groan the impact as Jackson spills onto his spine, holding his nose in anguish and making sure it’s not bleeding as well. Genocide gets to his feet and turns towards Lethal, who pulls himself up onto the apron. He rushes at him quickly when Lethal bends forward and spears Sean to the gut, causing him to bend forward in the process. Weapon grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a sunset flip, wrapping his arms around Sean’s waist. He pulls him down into a sunset flip pinning predicament.
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Jackson rushes into the scene and jumps forward, flipping over the head of Weapon, catching him around the neck and hitting a flip over neckbreaker.
Mayne: Oh, what a move by Adams, this man is so talented, so talented it’s a shame he’s not a World Champion yet.
Douglas: Well, you can argue that point Billy, of course it would be pointless, but you can still argue it.
Jackson keeps a hold of the head of Lethal as he rolls over sideways, pulling him onto his knees. He drags the head of Weapon between his legs, hooking both of his arms, setting for the Angel’s Wings. Lethal spins around out of it though and turns to face Adams, pulling him forward before he catches him with a running STO. Adams is driven down hard to the canvas across his back, before he arches it from the canvas, roaring in anguish. Lethal jumps back to his feet and turns towards Sean Johnson who steps in and jumps into the air, sticking his feet to the gut of Weapon. He wraps his hands around the back of his head as well, about to hit the monkey toss. Lethal catches him around the back of his legs though, keeping him from connecting with the move. He unleashes a grunt and pushes him up into the air now as he turns, catching Sean on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Sean pushes himself up though and lands on the shoulders of Weapon in a hurricarana position. Lethal places his hands to the back of Sean’s thighs, throwing him off into a backwards flip. Genocide lands on his feet in front of him and then steps forward, going for the Titantic Kick. Lethal ducks it and rushes into the cables behind him, bouncing off and coming back in as he goes for the Golden Bullet Spear. Sean steps forward and jumps into the air though, connecting with a stiff dropkick directly to his face. Weapon is knocked onto the canvas, grabbing his jaw as the crowd cheers what they just witnessed.
Sean stands up and begins to slap his chest, looking proud of himself when Adams immediately rushes up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him over in reverse. Jackson ends up seated on the back of Sean’s thighs, pinning him down to the canvas upon his shoulders.
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Sean kicks out and rolls over in reverse onto his knees, reaching out and wrapping his hands around the shins of Jackson, pulling them up into the air. Jackson crashes face first into the canvas before Sean rolls forward directly to the side of Adams’ head, wrapping his arms around it as he clamps on the side headlock submission. Adams begins to force his way up immediately though as he buries his shoulder into the spine of Sean, hoisting him into the air for the back drop suplex. Sean flips over though, landing behind him and then stepping forward. He places him in the full nelson, going for the same move Jackson attempted earlier. Adams drops down though, sliding down the gut of Sean and landing on his back as he lifts his legs into the air, wrapping them around the arms of Genocide. He pulls him into a forward roll, holding onto the back of his legs and seated on his chest.
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Jackson breaks the pin by rolling in reverse onto his knees and wrapping his arm around the neck of Genocide. He bridges him up onto the canvas while standing as well. He sets up for the reverse DDT when Sean spins around though and wraps his arms around the waist of Adams, going for the northern lights suplex. Jackson blasts him over the back and wraps his arm around the head of Sean, hoisting him into the air and delivering a high impact, implant DDT. Johnson rolls onto his back immediately, wrapping his hands around his skull.
Douglas: Some really nice back and forth action between Johnson and Jackson, the issues between these two really moving at a fast pace.
Mayne: And look who the dominant man is, it’s once again the great, unstoppable Jackson Adams.
Jackson gets to his feet and turns towards Lethal, kicking him to the gut as he rises to his feet. He grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, straight into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back when Adams catches him out to his side and drops down into a brutal backbreaker, planting Lethal over his knee. Weapon falls onto his side, reaching for his kidneys while Adams kneels on the canvas, appearing very exhausted due to the pace and brutality of this contest. He gets to his feet and approaches Sean, who is trying to stand up before he grabs him by the back of the head and delivers a stiff shin kick directly to his face. Sean rises to his knees, looking out of it before Adams rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in. Sean stands up and spins around though, connecting with a hard heel kick to his gut, bending him forward. Sean grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into his shoulders, setting up for something big from the fireman’s carry position before Adams shakes his body. He squirms free from the arms of Johnson and lands on his feet behind the back of Genocide, grabbing his arms and spinning him around into position for the Unprettier.
Boos come from the crowd before Johnson stands up, lifting Jackson off of his feet, and causing the Livewire Champion to flip over, landing on his feet behind the back of Sean. Lethal begins to get up in front of Sean when he spins around to face Adams, jumping into the air and placing his feet to the gut of Jackson. He drops onto his back and monkey flips Adams over directly into Lethal. Jackson wraps his legs around the neck of Weapon as he hits into him and then drops back into the hurricarana. The entire arena explodes into cheers as Weapon flips over and crashes onto his back upon the canvas. The fans are shocked by what they just witnessed, putting their hands together at the sight of the clever move just hit by Adams.
Mayne: Ohhh, did you see that Dan?
Douglas: Yes Don West, I did.
The crowd is still standing, going nuts over what they just witnessed as Jackson gets to his feet and stares at the slowly rising Johnson. He rushes at him quickly only for Sean to side step him and bend forward, catching the back of Jackson against his shoulder and lifting him into the air. He spins him around into a huge sit-down blue thunder powerbomb. Adams crashes violently into the canvas across his back before Sean stands up and grabs him by the ankle. He pushes Adams over into a backwards roll then steps forward and places him in a front gantry when Jackson lands on his knees. Johnson pulls him to his feet then drags him into the air before connecting with a brutal brainbuster, completing the combination. Jackson sits up on the canvas, looking brain dead from the impact his skull just took. The crowd groans the brutal impact Adams’ head just took as Sean gets to his feet and glares at Weapon, who is trying his best to will his way to his feet. Sean rushes at the cables in front of him and jumps onto the second one, springing off and turning in mid-air, flying straight at Lethal. Suddenly Weapon charges forward and catches him with the Golden Bullet Spear right out of mid-air. Sean is taken down hard to the canvas while the crowd groan and cheer at the sound and sight of the impact.
Douglas: The Golden Bullet Spear, Lethal just caught him with the Golden Bullet Spear!
Mayne: He flipped Johnson inside out like a, ummm, uhhh....
Dan: Just stop speaking now before you embarrass us both.
Lethal stands up, groggy and glaring down at Johnson in his dazed state when Adams steps up behind him. He catches the arms of Lethal and spins him around in order to get him in position for the Unprettier. Lethal pulls his head free and places his hands to the back of Jackson, pushing him forward into the cables. Adams bounces off and comes back in when Lethal charges forward for the spear. Adams catches him with a boot to the face though, causing him to stand up with a dazed expression on his face. Adams rushes forward now when Lethal catches him against his shoulder, hoisting the Champion into the air and swinging around into a brutal spinebuster. Jackson is driven hard into the canvas, yelling in pain while Weapon rolls into the cover on him, hooking his leg.
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Jackson kicks out to the shock of Weapon, who sits up on the canvas, huffing and puffing all the way. Johnson begins to force himself up onto his feet, looking out of it when Lethal steps in and pops him across the jaw, then does it once again. He plants the jaw of Sean with a European Uppercut that knocks backwards a bit. Lethal now spins around, going for the roaring elbow when Sean ducks it, getting behind his back. Lethal slaps his elbow and spins around again for the roaring elbow when he’s caught to the jaw with the Titanic Kick (Superkick). One of Weapon’s teeth looks like it flies from his mouth as he crashes onto his back, Sean bending forward in an exhausted manner throughout the process. The crowd is going nuts as Weapon crashes onto his back now.
Douglas: The Titanic kick by Sean Johnson, it looks like it just knocked Weapon’s teeth out.
Mayne: He better go for the pinfall now, before it’s too late!
Sean drops down and places his hands to the chest of Weapon, going for the pinfall.
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Jackson staggers in and stomps Sean to the back of the head, breaking up the pinfall. Sean reaches for his head when Jackson grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet. He slugs him to the side of the head, and then does it again, staggering Sean before Adams drags him forward into position for the Spectacular Ending (C4). Sean back elbows him to the head though, and then does it again, finally causing him to stagger forward in a dazed state. Adams spins around as Sean steps in going for the superkick yet again. Jackson catches his foot though right before it hits his chin and spins him around into a circle. Sean spins around and then steps up Adams, hitting him with the step up enzugari to the back of the head. Jackson is sent rushing into the cables, flying through them and spilling to the outside of the ring across his back. Sean stands up, shouting at Jackson and pointing to the outside of the ring throughout the process when he spins around to face the slowly standing Weapon. Lethal is staggered as Sean steps in and chops him across the chest then kicks him to the gut. He drags his head between his legs and hooks his arms, setting up for the pedigree with the crowd screaming. Lethal drops down out of the position for the move though and crawls between Johnson’s legs, getting behind him. Sean turns around as Weapon gets to his feet and back kicks him to the gut. He rushes into the ropes at Sean’s side, bouncing off the cables and coming back in when Genocide jumps into the air and connects with a high impact spinning heel kick that takes him right back down to the canvas.
Billy: Sean Johnson still staying on top here, just dominating this match with Jackson temporarily out of the picture.
Douglas: Sean so impressive tonight as he’s been over the past month since his return to the ULW. Really showing how reinvigorated he is.
Sean stands up and looks at the top rope now, obviously going for something big as he approaches the corner. He steps up onto it with his back aimed towards the down Lethal when suddenly Jericho Dylan hops onto the apron with the Livewire title in his hands. Jericho rushes across the apron and smacks Johnson in the back of the head with the title belt while he remained on the turnbuckle. The fans boo furiously at the sight of this as Jericho drops off the apron to the mats, still a bit battered after that assault at the hands of Sean just a few moments ago. The dazed Johnson remains on the turnbuckle for a second before he crashes onto his back upon the ring, the official spots this and now immediately motions for the bell. Ingelson ending this contest in a disqualification.
Douglas: Dammit, Jericho just struck Sean Johnson with Jackson’s Livewire title, and now this match is being thrown out!
Mayne: What, this is ridiculous? We don’t get a winner?
Johnson remains on his back grabbing his head while Jericho hops onto the apron with a demented expression on his face once again, appearing furious at the mere sight of Sean Johnson. Suddenly Lethal Weapon bolts across the ring though and spears him straight to the gut through the cables. Jericho is sent flying backwards straight on top of Jackson Adams who stood up on the outside of the ring. Both men crash into the mats hard with everyone going nuts at the sight of this, Jericho dropping the Livewire Championship. Weapon stands up, appearing furious as he glares down at both Alpha Generation members, Jackson grabs his title belt immediately and begins to crawl up the ramp, Jericho getting up and covering his battered ribs. Jackson gets up and steps to the side of Jericho as both men back up the ramp with intense expressions on their faces. Lethal seethes from his anger, driven to rip both men apart it seems while Johnson continues to grip his forehead in tremendous pain.
Douglas: What an out of control night this has been ladies and gentlemen!
Mayne: Things just keep getting crazier and crazier out here.
COSTUME GALA
Spooky music can be heard in the background as for the third straight year in a row, the Annihilation stars find themselves participating in the fun filled festivities of a Halloween party. There are several oddly dressed individuals standing around with beers in their hands, mingling amongst one another. Fake fog rolls in under their feet while gothic music plays in the background, adding to the festivities. Amongst those attending is none other than Robin Brooks wearing a large butterfly costume with a slight smile on her face and the SCW Woman’s title over her lovely shoulder. She seems to be enjoying herself while standing a few inches from Nathan Creed, who is holding a beer while dressed in a “Where’s Waldo” costume, red and white stripped shirt and black rimmed glasses included. He seems terribly out of place in the costume while sipping on his beer. An awkward silence seems to be ensuing between them.
Nathan: Sooo, what are you doing later tonight then, after the party?
Robin twirls a lock of her hair in one finger, contemplating her response.
Robin: I don’t know, probably go home and watch a few scary movies is all.
Nathan chugs down a portion of his beer, appearing to be trying and build some confidence.
Nathan: That’s cool....
The Xtreme Champion rolls his eyes as he looks away from Brooks briefly, Robin seeing that something isn’t quite right however.
Brooks: Is there something wrong Nathan?
Creed takes a sigh and finally speaks up.
Nathan: Well, I thought maybe you might like to do something to relieve some of this stress the Alpha Generation has been putting us through the past few weeks is all.
Robin: Really?
A slightly disgusted look overcomes Robin’s face as she raises an eyebrow, Nathan spotting this.
Nathan: Oh wait, not that, not that. I mean like you know, maybe come back to my bar and have a few more drinks or something....
Robin smiles, realizing that she often can cause people to stir over their words rather easily before readjusting her title.
Brooks: Well, I don’t know, you realize that drinking and I really don’t mix right?
Nathan is taken aback by the comment while he puts the beer on the bar behind him, pushing it back into the shadows behind him.
Nathan: That’s fine, we could do something else then maybe.....
Robin!
Sharply Brooks’ eyes shift over her shoulder in the direction of a very upset Hurse stepping into the camera’s frame. He is holding a bag of ice to his forehead after taking that DDT earlier in the night while glaring at Brooks in a very intense state. Nathan appears a bit upset by the interruption, sliding his sleeves back a bit while Hurse takes a hold of Robin’s arm.
Hurse: I need to talk to you now....
Hurse seems very conflicted, full of emotion as Brooks just glares at him and nods her head.
Brooks: Okay Steven, okay....
Robin pats Hurse on the shoulder before he begins to lead her away from Creed.
Robin: I’ll be right back Nathan...
Nathan: Sure.
Creed crosses his arms over his chest and leans back first against the bar once more, clearly not liking this situation whatsoever. He finally turns and marches off through the crowd of people, in search of something while the camera remains confused on the bar. His presence had gone unnoticed for the duration of the conversation between Robin, Nathan and Hurse, his back turned towards the camera while he sits on the opposite side of the bar. He has a black hood over his head which he finally turns to stare at Nathan. A wide, arrogant smirk is depicted on the face of Orlando Cruze, who pulls his hood back slowly. He chuckles to himself a bit at the sight of Nathan’s misery.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
WHAT’S UP?
Shouting and arguing can be heard in the backstage area with the camera immediately opening upon a very intense Jackson Adams, covered in sweat and looking furious. He is shouting straight into the face of referee Alex Ingelson, who holds up his hands in a defensive manner and tries to calmly explain himself. Jackson is full of sweat with his wrist bands broken and hanging while Jericho Dylan stands at one side of him, just as sweaty and just as angry. He is pointing and shouting at Ingelson as well. Even Devin Hawk is in the background too, gripping his ribs and shouting furiously at Ingelson.
Adams: Who do you think you are Ingelson!?! We didn’t give you permission to go out there and start those damn matches. The Alpha Generation are the bosses around here, that means you work for us, you don’t go out on your own and deliberately defy our authority!
Devin: Yeah Ingelson, you overstepped your bounds, and just like Desolation in a few moments, I’m going to make you suffer!
Hawk squeezes his fist in a very upset manner while Ingelson still tries to explain himself with his hands stuck out.
Ingelson: Jackson, Jericho, Devin, please give me a chance to explain myself.
Jericho raises a single finger upward in front of Ingelson’s face.
Jericho: You’ve got one second, explain!
Jericho grits his teeth in anger before Ingelson quickly starts.
Alex: I didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes, but I was acting on direct orders.
Confusion sets into all three men’s faces.
Ingelson: When I got here today I was handed a cell phone....
Ingelson pulls the phone from his pocket to show it before Adams quickly snatches it from his grip and overlooks it with bewilderment.
Alex: It was given to me by a stagehand, who told me I’d be getting all types of calls tonight from somebody on the staff who wanted me to handle certain things this evening. I was just acting on orders.
Neither of the Alpha Generation members seem to like this at all as they slowly glance at one another.
Adams: Who was this staff member?
Ingelson raises his shoulders, not knowing for sure.
Ingelson: I don’t know for sure, all I do know is that he’s somewhere in the building tonight, and he’s been watching the whole show closely.
Adams bites into his lower lip as he stares at Dylan, then back at Devin.
Jackson: Comeau..... Get the hell out of here Ingelson.
Alex quickly scurries off in fear as Jackson turns around to stare at both Jericho and Devin, the two individuals looking quite upset over this revelation.
Hawk: You mean to tell me that Comeau might be here tonight?
Jackson: You know what, rather he is or not, I don’t give a shit, he’s not going to ruin our plans for the rest of the evening, especially what we’ve got in store for Desolation.
Jackson places his hand on the shoulder of Devin, who grins rather widely, reassured by this revelation.
Adams: Anyway, Devin, after what I saw happen to you tonight and last week, I’m going to give you what you want. Devin Hawk vs. Lethal Weapon at War of the Worlds.
A disturbing grin comes across Devin’s face, pleased by this announcement before Jackson turns towards a tired, eager Jericho.
Adams: And Dylan, I think I can entrust you to take care of another little thorn in our sides at War of the Worlds. After I beat Sean Johnson in the Impress the Champion match, I want you to personally take care of him once and for all at War of the Worlds.
Jericho chuckles to himself a bit as he nods his head.
Jericho: Consider it done.
Jericho slams one fist into the palm of his other hand.
Jackson: Now let’s take care of the rest of our business tonight, then we’ll take care of Mark Comeau.
All three men nod with enthusiasm before they turn and march towards the ring, pumped for the impending violence that looms ahead.
DESOLATION VS. DEVIN HAWK
NON-TITLE
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 with the World title glistening about his waist.
"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, illuminating his World title belt.
Douglas: Desolation here tonight, and he looks to be in a rather good mood surprisingly.
Mayne: Well, it is Halloween, and I imagine Loons like Desolation are allowed to show their real selves this time of year. But he better be ready for a Halloween massacre when Jason, Michael, and Freddy combined step through those curtains and comes to this ring to brutalize his ass.
Dan: Gaaaayyyy...
Mayne: That’s not what I meant.
Desolation steps back to the center of the ring and slowly hands the title to the referee, giving him a suspicious eye throughout the process. Walk by Pantera now hits the PA system as through the curtains emerges Devin Hawk, the fans booing furiously with strobe lights going off around him and fog rolling onto the stage. He has a bottle of water which he drinks and then spits out into a mist before starting towards the ring an intense manner. He rolls into the ring, surprisingly not followed by the remainder of the Alpha Generation.
Mayne: Here he is Dan, the epitome of brutality. The man who is going to introduce Desolation to an absolute world of pain.
Douglas: Well, you got the brutal part right. Let’s see if this man can dash Desolation’s endless win streak here tonight?
The bell rings as the World Champion steps towards Devin Hawk slowly, the two apprehensively reaching out for the tie up. They begin to lock up with one another into the collar elbow lock when Devin immediately swings around under the arm of the Dark Man. He catches Desolation with an arm ringer, really twisting at it with all of his strength while wearing a very wide grin on his features. He pulls Desolation forward into his body, clamping his arms around his neck, establishing the side headlock submission. He’s got it tightly locked on, Desolation unable to get free it seems. Desolation grabs the wrist of Devin though, beginning to pull one arm away from his throat before he steps in reverse, getting behind the back of Hawk. He pulls his arm behind him into the hammerlock, Hawk grunting before he drops to his knees and turns sideways in the direction of Desolation. He pulls him into his shoulders, fireman carrying him over onto his back upon the canvas. He grabs the arm of Desolation though out the process, lifting it up and locking it in the arm bar submission. Devin glares down at him with an intense expression on his face, the crowd responding with nothing but boos at the sight of this move.
Desolation pushes himself over onto his back and gets his feet up, placing them to the chest of Devin, forcing him to stand up slowly. Hawk rises to his feet, still holding onto the wrist of Desolation before he pushes himself over backwards again. He wraps his legs around the neck of Devin and then falls sideways, going for a leg scissors perhaps. Devin is sent into a sideways flip, crashing across the canvas upon his back and then rolling to his knees, appearing furious. He stands up and rushes at Desolation, only to be caught with a stiff dropkick to the shin, sending Devin into a forward flip. Hawk crashes across his back, grabbing his leg and rolling away from Desolation, who stands up quickly. He motions for Devin to stand up, the Alpha Generation member getting to his feet. He turns towards Desolation and gets a stiff chop across the chest before blasting him to the jaw with a forearm, and then a second, and now a third.
Mayne: Come on dammit Devin, your being beaten to the punch by a fucking loon who reads outrageous bed time stories to his kid!
Douglas: I fail to see how that has any relevance whatsoever to this match.
Devin is knocked backwards with each strike before Desolation steps to his side and kicks him to the gut with a hard shin shot. Hawk bends forward, gripping his ribs when Desolation grabs him around the head and snapmares him over onto the canvas upon his seat. Devin lands on his posterior in front of Desolation who steps forward and hits him with a stiff, sickening buzzsaw kick straight to his spine. Hawk shouts out in pain, his back arching from the collision when Desolation kicks him to the back again. He now crosses his arms over his chest and begins to do a Russian style dance, with one foot kicking up repeatedly into the back of Devin. Who grins his teeth throughout the process of each shot to his spine. The crowd is cheering loudly as Desolation continues to the playful kicks to the back of Hawk, who rolls over to his knees finally and stands up. He looks furious as he glares at Desolation with his features blood red.
Devin: Stop fucking kicking me!!
Desolation shrugs his shoulders and now superkicks him violently right under the jaw. The crowd screams with delight as Devin is taken down to the canvas, Desolation turning and falling into the cover on him, burying his forearm into his throat.
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Devin kicks out, rolling onto his side with the fans still cheering loudly. Desolation stands up and grabs Devin around the neck, rolling him onto his knees and then immediately wrapping his arms around his neck. He twists at the head of Hawk, placing him in the cravat as Hawk flails his arms, trying to will his way up to his feet throughout the process. He gets to a standing base and then elbows Desolation to the gut, before doing it once more, trying to free himself throughout the process. He goes for another elbow to the gut of the Dark Man when the Champion catches his arm and swings around under it. He places him in the arm ringer and then kicks him stiffly to the chest, knocking him backwards into the cables. Hawk hits them spine first as a foul expression befalls his face now, glaring at Desolation in anger that he kicked him again.
Hawk: No more kicks!
Devin swipes his hands through the air when Desolation nods, complying with the demand before he goes for a spinning back heel kick. Hawk catches his ankle though and grins directly into the face of Desolation, shaking his head and chuckling with arrogance. Desolation now jumps into the air and connects with a stiff enzugari to the back of the head, knocking Devin across the ring and forward into the ropes.
Douglas: Devin Hawk unable to escape the educated feet of Desolation!
Mayne: Educated? What kind of school would except feet?
Dan: Anyplace legitimate in Europe I do believe.
Devin bounces off the cables after taking the enzugari before he rushes back across the ring at Desolation who rolls towards him. Devin jumps over him and continues into the opposite ropes, bouncing off and coming back in when Desolation spins around, getting his feet up into the air for the monkey toss. Devin side steps him though and grabs his ankle, lifting it into the air and causing Desolation to roll in reverse. The Dark Man gets to his feet when Devin charges forward, going for the lariat. The Dark Man ducks it and gets behind the back of Devin, slapping his knee throughout the process. Hawk turns to face him when Desolation swings around for a hard buzzsaw kick to his face. Devin ducks it though as Desolation turns his back to face Hawk now who reaches out and catches him around the jaw, he seems to be getting ready to hit that double knee back breaker of his. Desolation jumps into the air though and reverse dropkicks Devin straight to the chest. The crowd cheers loudly as Desolation flips forward and lands on his back, Devin flying across the ring and crashing into the canvas. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring where he begins to catch his breath, still unable to avoid the kicks of Desolation.
The Dark Man rushes across the ring and drops down into a baseball slide dropkick which Hawk steps out of the way of. Desolation lands on his feet in front of him on the mats when Devin steps forward and connects with a sickening European Uppercut to his jaw. Desolation is staggered before Devin grabs him by the wrist and whips him straight at the steel barricade with all of his strength. The Dark Man turns around and bashes into the steel plating of the barricade back first. The metal dents around his body as Desolation falls to his knees, yelling out in pain. Devin steps in and grabs Desolation by the hair, pulling him to his feet in a furious manner with the crowd still gasping at the sound of the impact his body just took with the barricade. Hawk scoops Desolation up onto his shoulder and now drops him down sternum first on top of the barricade. The Champion bounces off and grabs his chest when Devin takes a hold of his wrist and turns him towards the ring. He whips him with all of his strength straight at the turnbuckle post, which Desolation slams head first into. He bounces off and collapses onto his back upon the mats with the crowd groaning the sight and the sound of the impact.
Douglas: Oh my God, what a vicious impact Desolation’s head took with the turnbuckle post, that was quite brutal.
Mayne: Desolation did the stupidest thing of his life following Devin to ringside, this is his territory.
Desolation rolls onto his side, reaching for his head when Devin steps in and blasts him to the face with a big knee lift. The Champion rises to his knees while Devin grabs him by the ears and forces him up onto his feet. He bends forward, burying his shoulder into the gut of Desolation, hoisting him into the air and then running him back first into the exposed turnbuckle post. Desolation yells out in pain as Hawk steps back and then rushes him spine first into the post yet again, just as violently, and brutally as before. Desolation reaches for his spine when Devin pushes him up onto his shoulder again and turns towards the mats, driving him down with a spinebuster directly on top of the thin padding. Desolation arches his back from the mats, yelling at the top of his lungs as Devin rolls into the ring to break the official’s ten count. He rolls back out and stays on the devastated Desolation, who is already willing his way upwards, crawling towards the barricade. He grabs it and pulls himself up when Devin spins him around and chops him stiffly across the chest, then does it once again, the crowd groaning the brutal impacts of the shots. Devin pops Desolation across the jaw now and steps back, rubbing his fist, ready to hit yet another stiff strike.
As soon as he steps in, Desolation grabs something from a fan and holds it out in front of him, the crowd going nuts as he defends himself with a “Dean Koontz” Book. Devin stops abruptly with his fist clinched and immediately mumbling something under his breath before Desolation kicks him to the gut and now slaps the hard bound book over his head. The official seems to be letting it go as Desolation grabs a dazed Devin by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring under the ropes.
Mayne: What the hell was that all about!?!
Devin gets to his hands and knees, reaching for his head and trying to will his way up. He gets to his feet as Desolation steps onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He pulls himself up onto the top rope and flies off straight at Hawk, who reaches out and catches him though, swinging around into a brutal powerslam. The body of the World Champion is driven brutally into the canvas while Hawk hooks his leg, quickly going for the pinfall.
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Desolation kicks out, sitting up on the canvas immediately. A furious Devin grabs him around the mid-section, immediately squeezing at his body with the bearhug. Desolation stomps his heel to the canvas several times, trying to fight through the pain of the hold. Desolation tries to push the arms away from his mid-section as he continues to try and hide the pain coursing through his battered body.
Mayne: Now this makes sense for once, Desolation being worn down by Devin with a basic, but very effective bearhug to target his battered mid-section.
Douglas: Desolation’s back has to be killing him after getting the spinebuster onto the outside mats at the hands of this ever intense Devin Hawk.
Desolation continues to try and push the arms away from his waist, his body aching from head to toe. Finally, the Champion begins to will his way upwards to cheers from the crowd, feeding off of their energy as he does so. They slap the barricades and shout for Desolation to stand up, to get to his feet, fueling his determination to get himself free. Desolation finally gets to his feet, and reaches down, grabbing the arms of Devin and trying to pull them away from his gut. He now back elbows Devin to the side of the head, then does it once more, before connecting with a third strike. The last shot is enough to break Devin’s grasp as Desolation begins to step forward. Suddenly Hawk jumps into the air, grabbing the shoulders of Desolation and pulling him down back first into both of his knees. Desolation drops off of his knees, roaring at the top of his lungs as he falls side first onto the canvas. Devin turns his body and places both knees to the middle section of the Champ’s back, reaching out and grabbing him around the jaw and leg as well. He falls onto his back, lifting Desolation into the air and holding him in a bow and arrow stretch now. Desolation flails his arms once again with the crowd booing the quick transition into this submission by Hawk.
Mayne: Wasn’t that a thing of beauty Dan? Devin goes straight from the bearhug into that bow and arrow stretch. There’s going to be nothing left of Desolation by the time this match ends.
Douglas: His backside sure has taken a pounding.
Billy: That would mean you and Desolation finally have something in common.
Desolation is flailing his arms still, trying to find a way out of this hold, attempting to get out of this submission to the best of his abilities. Devin only further pulls him down over his knees, the back of his shoulders hitting the canvas for a moment.
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Devin lifts his shoulder from the canvas when Desolation takes advantage, squirming free and landing on his feet over the legs of the Alpha Generation member. He lifts his legs up into the air and over his shoulders, setting up for his modified Styles Clash. His back gives out on him though as Desolation bends down, reaching for his spine and releasing Devin who rolls over backwards onto his hands and knees. He stands up and grabs the arched forward, pain ridden Desolation by the back of the head, delivering a jaw breaker as he falls to his knees. Desolation stands up straight, looking incredibly dazed as Devin gets up and rushes back first into the ropes. He winds up his arm and throws a lariat when Desolation gets his foot up, kicking his bicep violently. The crowd cheers at the sight of this as Devin spins around in a circle to face Desolation who jumps into the air and lands on his shoulders. He drops back into a huge hurricarana. Hawk is flipped over, crashing across his back and then rolling to his side.
Douglas: Desolation finally firing back here in this intense match up!
Mayne: Devin hesitated for a moment and it cost him.
Dan: Quit making up excuses for the Alpha Generation, Billy, Desolation has done this simply based on skills.
Devin gets to his feet, gripping the back of his neck when he rushes forward at Desolation who jumps into the air and buries his feet into his gut. He catches him around the back of the head and drops onto his back, monkey flipping Devin over onto his back. As soon as he does, Desolation rolls over backwards straight on top of Devin. He straddles his legs on both sides of Hawk’s mid-section and begins to slug him in the face repeatedly to cheers from the crowd. Devin lifts his legs into the air, wrapping them in front of Desolation’s shoulders and sitting up in the process. He rolls Desolation over backwards into a pinfall when Desolation rolls onto his feet in front of him and jumps forward. He blasts Devin to the face with a stiff, sickening basement dropkick. The shot knocks Devin onto his back while Desolation falls on his spine and then rolls over in reverse once more. He gets to his feet and steps over the legs of Hawk, lifting them into the air and trying to wrap them up into the Inverted Indian Death Lock, setting for the Curb Stomp perhaps. Devin sits up and grabs Desolation by the back of the head and pulls him over into the small package.
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Desolation kicks out, landing on his posterior throughout the process. The fans squeal, thankful he kicked out in time. Devin and Desolation race one another to their feet now when the Dark Man catches his opponent with a forearm to the jaw. He then does once again before stepping to his side and blasting him to the chest with a vicious buzzsaw kick. Devin staggers backwards, yelling out in pain while an “oooh” can be heard from the fans. Desolation goes for another buzzsaw kick to his chest now when Devin gets his elbow pads up in front of him and blocks it. Desolation lowers his leg when Devin kicks him to the gut and grabs him around the waist. He lifts him up into the air and onto his shoulder, going for the awesome bomb it looks like. Desolation slides free though and lands on his feet behind the back of Devin, reaching in reverse as he wraps his arm around his neck. He sets up for the reverse neckbreaker when Devin spins around out of position for it. He grabs the back of Desolation’s hair and bends him over backwards before wrapping his arm around his neck. He now connects with the roll of the dice, planting Desolation’s face hard into his shoulder.
Douglas: The Roll of the Dice by Devin Hawk, hitting that vicious spinning diamond cutter!
Mayne: He’s got it Dan, he has to have it, he has to have pinned the World Champion here or I’ll change my name to Lacy and get a circumcise myself with rusty nail clippers!
Desolation is out of it as a fatigued Devin crawls quickly into the cover, the crowd screaming as they realize that Hawk may have the win here in this highly competitive bout.
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Mayne: It’s over!
No! Desolation kicks out to nothing but cheers from the crowd. The World Champion looks incredibly dazed, his eyes glossed over while Devin sits on the canvas, his jaw hanging open and his eyes open wide. He doesn’t seem capable of understanding how he failed to pick up the pinfall over Desolation in this intense, fast paced contest. He runs his hands through his hair and now begins to motion for something from the back.
Douglas: Desolation kicked out, he kicked out! What do you think of that Lacy?
Mayne: Shut up, just shut up!
Devin is still breathing very hard from the intensity of this match while getting to his feet and waving for something from the back. His anger seems to be growing as nothing materializes from the back.
Douglas: Uh oh, I don’t like this, Devin Hawk calling for something from the backstage area!
Mayne: I have a feeling Desolation wishes he just didn’t kick out of that move by Devin Hawk!
Devin is getting really flustered as he keeps calling for reinforcements perhaps. Suddenly the titontron lights up though, showing the backstage corridor leading to the entry way. Everyone starts to go nuts as Jackson Adams and Jericho Dylan are shown in that corridor, being assaulted by Isaac Saine and Sean Johnson. Johnson is slugging Jericho repeatedly to the head, backing him up into the wall while Jackson has been knocked to his back, repeatedly being stomped by Isaac. Devin backs up with a shocked expression on his face, unable to believe this.
Mayne: What? Wait! No!!
Douglas: The Alpha Generation being brutalized in the back by Isaac and Johnson, keeping them from reaching the ring!
Devin backs up with a shocked expression on his face when Desolation grabs him by the back of the pants. He rolls him over in reverse into a school boy.
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Devin kicks out, dropping over onto his knees with the fans screaming with shock that he kicked out. Desolation gets to his feet now, reaching for his back when Hawk catches him with a kick to the gut and grabs him around the head. He pulls it between his legs and signals for the Borrowed Fate (Canadian Destroyer)! Desolation catches him around the legs though, lifting them into the air as Hawk falls onto his back and then steps through his legs. He rolls Devin onto his gut and grabs his wrists, lifting his head into the air when Desolation places his foot to the back of his head. He shoves him down face first into the canvas with the Curb Stomp. The entire arena is going nuts as Devin slams off the ring across his features.
Douglas: The Curb Stomp by Desolation!
Mayne: Nooo, noooo!!! This night has not gone right for the Alpha Generation at all!
Desolation crawls into the cover, reaching for his battered back throughout the process.
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Desolation sits up victorious yet again while everyone goes nuts.
Douglas: Desolation has done it, he’s done it again! His undefeated streak continues since Paranoia!
Mayne: Damn him, damn him to hell! There’s got to be somebody in ULW who can beat this bastard!
Desolation rolls under the ropes to the outside as he is handed the World title belt, throwing it over his shoulder. He points and smirks at the ring, as Devin sits up, looking furious with saliva dripping from his mouth, unable to believe that he was just pinned.
GIVE US AN EXPLANATION DAMMIT!!
A huge collection of boos echo through the backstage corridors, bouncing off the cold, blank white walls and refracting off directly into the ears of one Orlando Cruze. The Icon strolls down the corridor slowly, casually while sliding an elbow pad up his arm, getting physically prepared for the test of endurance that rest ahead, the thirty minute ironman match. As he continues to move forward he stops abruptly, a confident grin forming on his face as the camera swings around to face none other than the one and only Lethal Weapon. The crowd is going nuts as Lethal steps towards Cruze slowly, overlooking him while covered in sweat, exhausted from the triple threat encounter he took place in just a few moments ago. As he moves towards Orlando, uncrossing his arms he shakes his head, clearly not pleased by the sight of the Icon. Orlando is wearing a giant smirk on his face still, a very confident one.
Orlando: Well, well, if it isn’t Mr. High and Mighty, the master of the rant himself, Lethal Weapon. Long time no see pal. It’s so nice to see you again, I mean, we really haven’t talked since I beat you at Paranoia.
Cruze chuckles a bit with confidence as he reaches out and slaps the shoulder of Lethal arrogantly. Weapon glances down at his hand then back into the eyes of the Icon.
Lethal: I wish I could share the joy of being in your presence again, but unfortunately I can’t....
Orlando places his hand over his chest and acts like he’s going to drop dead.
Cruze: Oh, I’m crushed...
Weapon: Well you should be dammit. I can’t believe what you did two weeks ago. I thought you actually had some class. I mean, here you are constantly lecturing me about my behavior, and now you go and turn on the man who trained you?
A smirk remains on Orlando’s face before he shakes his head.
Orlando: Lethal, believe me when I tell you this, I had a perfectly valid reason for why I did what I did to Desolation last week.
Weapon shakes his head as Orlando begins to walk around him. Without warning Lethal grabs him by the arm and turns him slightly to stare into his eyes.
Lethal: Oh yeah, then why don’t we hear your valid reasoning right here tonight?
Orlando pulls his arm free and continues to smirk rather defiantly.
Orlando: You want an explanation, you’ll hear it when I choose to give it in the center of the ring on a national telecast. Until then, you’ll just have to do what everyone else is doing, and wait.
With a confident smirk Orlando marches off, leaving Lethal standing in the back with a very upset expression on his face. He digs his teeth into his lower lip, bitting down on it in a highly frustrated state.
Do things ever work out for you Lethal?
Confusion sets into the face of Lethal. He recalls the voice rather vividly as he turns around and spots none other than Conrad Gray standing behind him dressed in a gray suit and wearing a wide grin. Lethal looks absolutely shocked to see him as Conrad hangs up a cell phone and slides into his pocket.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
CUDDLES THE PANDA
Desolation is shown backstage watching a monitor with the World title over his shoulder still, his palm pressed to the wall at his side as he leans against it. Obviously he is intently waiting on the impending thirty minute ironman match pitting Orlando Cruze against Hurse, part of his Impress the Champion series. He seems focused on examining two of his possible future challengers, and seeing which one truly impresses him. While continuing to watch a figure marches up behind the Champ. Desolation turning and jumping back with a shocked expression on his face as a figure in a giant Panda costume stands behind him. The word Loonamania is written across a yellow ripped shirt across the Panda’s chest.
Panda: Heyyy Desolation, it’s your good friend, Cuddles the Panda!
Desolation runs his hand over his sweaty face while he leans back first against the pure white wall.
Desolation: Could this get anymore lame?
The Panda reaches out and pats Desolation on the head with his massive paw.
Panda: I just came from Africa to tell you that Cuddles the Panda sure does love that Crazy Eddie Mitchell guy. In fact, Cuddles the Panda thanks you and Eddie would make a good team, yay!
The Panda claps excitedly while hopping up and down then doing some utterly pointless gestures with the remainder of his body.
Desolation: Okay, this is just getting sick. Cuddles, is it? I stopped taking advice from people in stuffed animal costumes ten years ago. So you can take your advice and you can go back to Afric.... wait, am I allowed to say that on television?
Cuddles: Racial remarks and stereotypes are hilarious, the WWE has built their entire federation on it. Cuddles loves stereotypes, and I tell you who else loves stereotypes, Crazy Eddie Mitchell. And Crazy Eddie can dance just as good as Cuddles!
Cuddles begins to break it down by walking like an Egyptian, then doing the robot rather horribly with his arms. Desolation actually seems to be growing annoyed for a change.
Desolation: Stop that, stop it now!
Desolation slaps the back of Cuddle’s large head as he almost loses his footing, stumbling forward a bit.
Cuddles: Oh come on you gloomy guss, I know what will make you feel better, giving Cuddles a Hug!
He steps towards Desolation with his arms wide open, looking for a snuggle when the Champion reaches out and snatches the Panda head off the body of the individual wearing it. A sweaty, shocked Eddie’s face is revealed as Desolation drops the Panda head and then kicks it down the hallway. Eddie’s jaw has dropped as he places his hand over his mouth.
Eddie: You killed Cuddles!
He scurries off after the head as Desolation turns, watching him rush away while still shaking his head.
Desolation: The answer is still no dammit!
Eddie drops down and grabs the Panda head, looking into it’s battered face before his skin turns red, and with tears in his eyes looks up at the heavens.
Eddie: WWWWHHHYYYYYY!!!!!????!!!!
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. HURSE
THIRTY MINUTE IRONMAN MATCH: IMPRESS THE CHAMPION
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentleman, what a night it has been here on Annihilation, but don’t change the channel yet, up next, what an event, a pay per view level match if we have ever seen one, Orlando Cruze and his new attitude taking on the man known as Hurse who in his own right, has turned a new leaf, so a strange match for those who remember both these competitors from some months before.
Billy Mayne: You’re not kidding, Orlando finally found sense and somehow Hurse lost his, I blame the OCD, I reckon that’s the reason behind it, it’s a mental issue you know?
Dan Douglas: Yes, we realize that Billy and although I’m not a doctor, I’m pretty sure the symptoms of a changed Hurse have never been that of OCD!
Billy Mayne: But like you said, you’re not a doctor!
(The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Classic music begins to play in the background, causing the fans to begin cheering lightly, still unsure of the man who is about to enter.
BREAKDOWN!!!
As this word is screamed through the sound system, Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. The dim cheers suddenly get louder, the acceptance from the people surrounding him becoming clear as the new look Hurse just stares around, still a little uncomfortable with this new reaction. A long yellow, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are still cheering for him as he makes his normal entrance to the ring, in what can only be described as a twilight zone style entrance for the master of control and in turn, his opponent’s likely reception, The Icon. Through the curtains, stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. Hurse shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd preparing for the epic battle that is about to begin. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with, this new feeling of…Acceptance.)
Dan Douglas: 3 Months ago when these two met, the reaction both these men are going to get did not go anything like it is tonight and what a contrast this is going to be, the new attitude filled Hurse, fighting against those who are doing wrong and Orlando Cruze, the fallen angel, the man who has dropped from the heavens and turned on all those who believed in him!
Billy Mayne: Orlando Cruze is merely not listening to idiots who want to tell him how to run his career in the ULW these days, I mean Dan, get real man, Orlando Cruze is an icon, a true figure of this business who will be remembered for years to come, why does he need idiotic fans to cheer him along, the man isn’t desperate!!
Dan Douglas: No, he is not, but he is a leader for the people, or at least use to be, someone the kids could look up to, someone who was the cornerstone of people hopes and dreams and he threw it all back at them, and believe me Billy, I never thought I’d say this…But I hope Hurse beats some sense into Orlando Cruze tonight!
(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 of boos from the fans. Orlando stands there for a moment, looking left and then right, before holding his arm aloft with his fist clenched, arrogant to the negativity of the fans around him. Explosions rock the ramp way as Orlando makes his way down to ringside, his eyes totally focused on the ring. He walks around the ring and up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes and walking across to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it, and holds his arm aloft as yet another explosion erupts around the ring, the fans are going nuts, a man in the front row being held back by security as he tries to stand out from the thousands in order to show Orlando his anger and hear his abuse, Orlando however ignores him and everyone else and just jumps back down to the ring before looking across at the grinning expression of Hurse who realizes how the tides of time have changed things so much.)
Dan Douglas: Listen to this reaction, my oh my, how this man has fallen from grace and in such a short time as well, the fans here are giving him no time and no chance and Hurse seems to be enjoying every second of not being on the receiving end of it for once!
Billy Mayne: You ain’t kidding!?! These fans are idiot, the man steps out alone and decides to take his career into his own hands instead of relying on them and they treat him like this, listen to the abuse!
Dan Douglas: Orlando Cruze has done a lot to make these people hate him, they trusted him, in an industry full of those worth hating, he was never expected to join them, he was there hero in a dark age and now he has thrown everything back at them!
(Hurse stands up from the corner of the ring he is in and just glares across at Orlando with a smile as Cruze looks back at him focused, cracking his neck a few times before the two of them begin circling the ring ready to get this match started, suddenly though Hurse lifts his hands to Orlando causing both men to stop before talking some trash to the ULW Icon and then turning to the fans and pointing at himself with an arm raised in the air, as he does a huge cheer comes over the fans causing Orlando to look around slightly put off by this before Hurse points to the former hero of the people, Orlando, a huge boo comes over the fans now causing Lando to point at Hurse shouting some abuse at his opponent but Hurse seems to be enjoying himself and points at himself again getting another cheer, then back at Orlando who is loudly booed by the entire arena, Hurse then turns to Cruze and the two men begin to circling the ring again, Orlando looking quite frustrated, however as they do Hurse just turns away from Cruze again, once more stopping the action before pointing to himself to another loud cheer from the fans, however as he does this time Orlando charges slamming a violent and angered forearm to his back knocking Hurse from his feet and between the top and middle rope to the outside of the ring, a huge boo hits the fans instantly as Orlando shouts down abuse on Hurse who connected hard with the safety mats, he then turns and points in the officials face, angered at the referee’s lack of professionalism in getting this match started without the panto beginning!
Hurse is back on his feet and shaking his head as Orlando turns back away from the official, suddenly he just runs at the near ropes opposite Hurse and runs across the ring toward him before leaping through them hitting the Submission champion with a huge suicide dive that takes Hurse off his feet, amazingly Orlando manages to remain on his feet and just looks through the thousands of angered fans who scream abuse at him.
He waves them off and grabs Hurse by the hair, lifting him to his feet, he then rolls Hurse arrogantly back into the ring before jumping up onto the apron and grabbing onto the top rope before using it to slingshot himself over into a nice elbow drop across the chest of the master of control, he then hooks the leg,
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Strong kick out by Hurse causing Orlando to get back up on his knees as Hurse rolls back toward the centre of the ring. Orlando just slowly stands up, the fans giving him so much grief its unreal, turning to them he leans over the ropes and just waves them the finger causing a huge eruption from the sold out arena, he turns back to the ring to see Hurse up and holding his chest from the elbow shot, noticing the anger in Hurse’s face Orlando smiles, the confidence boosting inside him regardless of the jeers from the fans, slowly both men begin to circle the ring, no playing this time, just plain focus, suddenly they lock up and push on each other, both men fighting for supremacy, however Orlando’s extra weight allows him to push Hurse backwards into the ropes, however, neither man breaks the hold, the lock up causing the official to step in and break it up, surprisingly Orlando just backs up his arms in the air, Hurse just stares across at him, his eyes angered at Orlando, but even with his sportsmanship showing, something Cruze has always been famed with, the fans still boo him loudly.)
Dan Douglas: Orlando took control of Hurse early after that taunting with the fans by the master of control, something I think he got from elsewhere, nonetheless, I think Hurse is really enjoying himself with the fans out there!!
Billy Mayne: And that’s exactly why Orlando doesn’t listen to this idiots anymore! I mean listen to these people, Dan, he just walked away without cheating and there hating on him for it!
Dan Douglas: Orlando has never been the cheating kind, even now, but he has hurt a lot of these people, so a bit of sportsmanship which is expected anyway, isn’t going to cut it Billy!
(Both men begin to circle the ring again the focus in both men’s eyes angry and frustrated, suddenly they lock up again with a lot of force and the suddenly to the cheers of the fans Hurse just pushes Orlando back this time, the Submission Champion taking Cruze back into the corner and holding him in place causing for the official to come over again to break up the hold, however as he does Hurse slowly begins to back up his hands slowly outstretching to his sides before suddenly he slaps Orlando across the face to a huge cheer from the fans, Hurse just steps back toward the centre of the ring and shouts more abuse at the Icon as the fans go wild, taunting and laughing at Cruze from every angle.
Orlando just kicks the bottom rope in anger before turning to Hurse who is knelt forward, one hand on his knee, slowly both men begin to circle the ring again, both shouting abuse at one another now, neither wanting to be showed up by there opponent in this huge match to impress the champion, however instead of locking up Hurse just outstretches his arm as does Orlando, both men locking fingers in a roman Greco knuckle lock and then the same with the other hand, as they lock there last fingers both men jolt forward colliding chests and attempting to out power each other, but instantly Cruze shows his superiority in size and just bends Hurse backwards as if into a crab, his upper shoulders touching the mat, his lower body still raised as he keeps his feet on tiptoes, however Cruze suddenly lifts his foot from the side of Hurse down to his legs and kicks them away dropping the master of control flat against the mat before keeping his hands locked with Hurse’s only to plant his knee across the chest of the submission champion, Hurse instantly cries out from having Orlando’s body weight weighed down over his abdomen. Orlando just begins to pull up on the arms of Hurse, digging his leg into the side of Hurse’s face now, trying to really stretch out his upper body in all sorts of directions, however on lifting his knee to smash it back down onto the face of Hurse the former submission champion jumps out of the hold and instantly gets back to his tiptoes raising his lower body once more, Orlando just stands up instead of continuing as he had before and tries to force him to stay down with strength, but the submission expert Hurse just nips back onto his feet with impressive athleticism!!
He then lifts his leg away and kicks at one of the roman Greco knuckle locks breaking it away before twisting Orlando’s arm into an armbar and really nagging on it causing the Icon to grit his teeth in pain, however he suddenly drops to the ground with a forward roll before falling back into a crab and twisting into the armbar breaking the hold before suddenly standing up to face Hurse, but the former Submission champion sees what’s coming and lashes out angrily slapping Orlando across the face surprising him and knocking him backwards a few steps before mocking him by thrusting his groin into his hands a number of times, a smile raising across his face as Orlando leans on the top turnbuckle holding his cheek and looking furious!)
Dan Douglas: OH WHAT A SLAP! Orlando was sent stumbling from that shot and like I said earlier, the fans are loving this and I honestly think Hurse is loving this as well!!
Billy Mayne: Can you believe the dis-respect of this man! Orlando Cruze is the icon, one of the truly unique in this business, what god damn right does Hurse have to do this!
Dan Douglas: Hurse has always had that attitude and it will never change, he cracked Orlando with a shot and Cruze is NOT looking happy!!
(Slowly both men circle the ring again, Orlando shaking off his arms and trying to crunch the anger out of his neck as he looks across at the smiling Hurse, his eyes not moving away from him, suddenly the two lunge in again locking up with a huge connection, both men fighting for dominance, but its Orlando who gets it, taking Hurse into a side headlock, his frustration causing him to instantly hold the move tightly while grinding on the head of the master of control, but Hurse just runs him backwards into the ropes before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, Hurse just runs at him, but Orlando has the more body weight and just charges him down with a huge shoulder block that takes Hurse to the mat hard, however Hurse is instantly back to one knee as Orlando just turns to him smugly, his arms tensed into a pose showing his superior strength over Hurse, however the master of control just smiles and claps him mockingly before standing back up, he doesn’t even then circle before extending his arm to Cruze going for another Greco roman knuckle lock, but as Orlando locks it in he throws aside the arm of Hurse and comes in behind him locking him in a reverse waistlock, Hurse tries to battle out of it, the fans watching on hoping to see Orlando get his ass kicked by the submissive superiority of Hurse who continues to look for the right opening, suddenly however he sees an escape route as Orlando opens his arm up just a little to much allowing Hurse to throw his head under it and break free of the grapple from Cruze before grabbing the Icon’s arm and pulling it out to his side locking in an armbar again causing Orlando to growl in frustration at not being able to tame the slimey master of control.
To stop another counter escape Hurse just bends the arm locking it into a hammerlock before pulling on the hold, but Cruze just skips in a circle before dropping slowly to the mat looking for an escape, for a moment it looks as if he has one as he grabs the head of Hurse looking for a headlock takedown, but Hurse pulls away just in time and slams his knee down on the bent arm of Cruze before locking the hold in harder, realizing he isn’t going to get out it that easy, Cruze stands back up, Hurse doing well to make sure he is out of reach of the wondering hands of Orlando, Cruze just gets on his feet once more and again looks for ways out of the hold, before suddenly he drops to the mat breaking the hold at the same time as taking Hurse down with a well timed drop toe hold, taking the submission champion down to the mat with a thump as his face connects with the canvas, he then quickly leaps over the body of Hurse and tries for a side headlock, but Hurse instantly slides out it and grabs the arm of Orlando, locking in the ever annoying hammerlock again causing Orlando to growl with a furious mixture of anger and pain, Cruze just stands back up again and looks to try the drop toe hold again, but Hurse has it covered and leaves Orlando little choices of escape.
Cruze however is a veteran in the ULW himself and just drops down hard into a sitting position slipping out of the grip of Hurse before rolling away to the far corner as Hurse just glares across at him, mocking him with a hand signal stating how close he was to really hurting the former world champion, Orlando Cruze. Orlando just glares back at him, his jaw out of place on a mental front from the high skilled mat wrestling of the master of control, once more they begin to circle the ring, Orlando looking for another means of attack, however both men go back to the Greco roman knuckle lock, with both hands, however Orlando isn’t quick enough to stop the ongoing momentum of Hurse who drops to the mat taking Cruze down quick with a drop toe hold before sliding around the back of Orlando and locking in a front lariat before allowing Cruze to get back up onto one knee, Orlando then stands up as Hurse just tugs on the neck of the Icon, stretching it from his upper back, however Orlando suddenly ducks low grabbing the legs of Hurse looking for a Northern lights suplex, but Hurse suddenly lets go off the front lariat and just slams some right hands into the head of the knelt down Cruze, however Cruze suddenly tugs back on the leg of Hurse dropping the master of control to the mat before suddenly standing up and lifting the leg into the crevasse of his arm and tugging it awkwardly into the air hyper-extending the thigh muscle in the leg, Hurse just lifts himself onto his elbows and cries out in pain at the hold but refuses to give up and shakes his head violently at the official.
Orlando sees this and desperate to get an advantage with things in the match just turns Hurse over slowly onto his side, near enough onto his front, locking in what looks like a boston crab, but instead of turning him right onto his stomach, he just steps on the head of Hurse and tugs back on the leg, the fans cringe at the move as Hurse cries out before the barrage of loud boos begin to filter out causing Orlando to shout abuse back at them, the official is constantly asking him if he gives up, but Hurse refuses, shaking his head furiously unwillingly to give away the first fall of this 30 minutes iron man match!
For a moment he shakes his head free from the foot of Cruze and tries to get out of it, but Orlando is determined and steps back down on the temple of the master of control as the official continues to issue his answer back to the ringside officials waiting to end the first fall or submission of this event, however Hurse is unwilling and doesn’t give up, instead he just holds his own and continues to shake his head in refusal, his stubbornness keeping him in this match!
Orlando is still not letting go off the hold and just pulls back on the leg of Hurse harder to try and get him to give up, but Hurse just pushes the foot from his head, allowing him to move, Orlando quickly stamps back down on the head of the master of control keeping him still in the submission temporarily before suddenly Hurse pushes the boot of Cruze off his head again before leaping with all the movement he has left in his body to grab the bottom rope and pull himself onto it, instantly the official leaps to his feet and demands that Cruze break the hold, but Orlando just tries to keep it held in for a few seconds more before eventually letting go and stepping away his hands in the air while the abuse from the fans continues to be thrown at him, angrily he looks around at them and just shakes his head at there words and chants as Hurse continues to sit under the bottom rope, cradling his leg with his arm.)
Dan Douglas: Hurse did well to escape from that, Orlando had him in a good submissive position there and had he held it much longer I think we might have seen our first fall in this match and in under 10 minutes of the 30 minute time limt!
Billy Mayne: Orlando has come out aggressive and is showing a real wrestling ability in the ring here tonight and I think Hurse is going to struggle to keep up with him at any level right now, Orlando is simply to good, I mean hell, he was superstar 2005 for god sake!
Dan Douglas: He certainly was, but it goes without saying, the Orlando we know that won that honor back then is dead and buried because of the man we see in the ring right now!
(Slowly Hurse begins to stand back up using the ropes for leverage, as he reaches his vertical base he shakes off the pain in his leg and just begins to circle the ring with Orlando across from him, the fans are continuing to boo Orlando who has the current momentum in this match, before the two men leap into a lock up again, for a moment the battle of strength begins again, but Orlando quickly stops it by breaking the lock and bringing Hurse down into a side headlock, he holds him there and grinds the hold for a moment but Hurse suddenly pushes him backwards into the ropes and throws Orlando across the ring into the ropes opposite with a lot of pace, he comes back at Hurse but the master of control just leapfrogs right over him causing Orlando to continue into the next set of ropes building up even more pace as he does Hurse drops to the mat onto his back, his head in the direction of Orlando’s new charge, he lifts his legs into the air right above his own head and plants them into the fast incoming stomach of Orlando causing him to bend forward enough for Hurse to literally throw him across the ring onto his back with his legs, Hurse then nips back to his feet as Orlando quickly rolls back up to one knee, the fans just cheer loudly as Hurse backtacks into the far corner shaking off the pain shooting through that leg Orlando attacked earlier.
Both men take a quick breath before circling the ring again, neither man allowing the other to get a real combo of moves going in the match just yet, however as they lock up Hurse seems to get a much better grip and suddenly breaks the lock, grabbing Orlando and suddenly locking in a neck wrench that really tugs at the head of Cruze, Hurse turning his body from his opponent in order to bend the neck across his shoulder as if in a diamond cutter position.
Quickly Hurse changes the move locking in a front gantry, turning his body back toward Orlando, a new idea of attack flashing through his head, suddenly he throws Orlando down to the mat with a huge headlock takedown that slams Cruze against the mat back first but Hurse just rolls through with it and lays across the chest of Orlando with the head tugged upwards toward his own chest, Cruze’s chin dug into his own chest!! >{?The official is right on the spot and is now asking Orlando if he quits from the submission, but Orlando instantly shakes his head and waves his hand to signal no to the official who constantly signals back to ringside to tell them the same exact story as they had with Hurse only moments earlier, the master of control realizing this, just viciously tugs on the neck of his opponent again really pulling on it and causing Orlando to cry out in pain at the feeling it sends through him and again as Hurse tugs on the hold one more time.
The Submission champion is dominantly in control at this point and just does everything he can to make the move as uncomfortable and as painful for Orlando as possible, doing all he can to get the first fall/submission, a huge victory in this match in order to gain the ultimate final win, for now it was about battles rather then wars and both men were still fighting there first battle, nearly a third into the match itself!!
Suddenly Orlando uses his body strength to just roll Hurse off his body while lifting himself into a crab position, Hurse just pushes himself into the face of Orlando bending him backwards so much his body looks as if it is about to snap in half, fans are cringing, expecting to hear a crack as Orlando’s spine snaps from the tension it is being put under, however just as it seems it might Orlando suddenly pushes up with his feet and rolls backwards over the body of Hurse and right into a pin as he hooks the legs taking Hurse and everyone in the arena by surprise,
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NO! Orlando kicks out just in time but as he does Hurse just keeps a hold of his head and re-locks in the headlock submission, the fans just cheer loudly as Cruze cries out in agony again, he tugs wildly again sensing the end of Orlando, Cruze just shakes his head again, his face red with pain as he feels the effects of the submission sinking in, his hand is shaking violently as he continues to scream ‘no’ amongst the groans and cries of pain the move is bringing upon him! However Hurse quickly realizes the move isn’t going to be enough, Orlando could probably hold on in this position for another 20 minutes and it will get him nowhere, he rolls Cruze over onto all fours suddenly, the headlock turning into a front gantry as there body shapes switch positions, he then slowly lets go off the hold before holding the head of Cruze in position, his knee suddenly jolting down from his now standing position right into the back of Orlando’s neck, the connection horrible as Orlando rolls away from the shot holding his neck and upper spine in pain.
Cruze lifts himself into a sitting position as Hurse just slaps his arm across his chest and points out at the fans, much like the great AWOL use to before his retirement, he then lifts Orlando to his feet by the head and injured neck of Cruze before taking his arm and irish whipping him at the corner, Cruze hits the pads, Hurse instantly following him in and leaping in the air striking Cruze with as double knee strike, his legs and shins slamming into his upper chest while his knee joints crash into his chin causing Orlando to stumble out of the corner holding his jaw in pain as Hurse just taunts the fans into even more cheers in his cocky charismatic way, that has not changed even a bit!!
Hurse then turns and stalks Orlando before swinging him around by the shoulder and grabbing his neck taking him over with a snapmare takedown, he then bounces lightly off the ropes and leaps into a dropkick right into the back of Orlando’s neck causing him to roll onto his side holding his injured body part.)
Dan Douglas: Hurse is in full control here now, the submission move really took it out of Orlando and as we come into our 14th minute, the tide is really going in the shape and form of the shoot wrestler and Submission Champion Hurse!
Billy Mayne: Orlando’s biggest problem here is that he has tried to play by Hurse’s rules in this match, don’t get me wrong, I like the guy now, but ill be honest and admit a mistake and so far, Orlando has looked strong, but now Hurse is beginning to step up a gear, he needs to go back to the style he knows best!
Dan Douglas: I actually agree Billy, Orlando is not a shoot wrestler, he is agile, sure, but he is more of a power, grapple style wrestler, not overly a mat based competitor.
(Hurse seems more comfortable now, doing just as Billy and Dan had said, stepping up a gear in his preferred style, slowly he strolls across to Orlando and lifts him to his feet before taking his arm and twisting it into another armbar, he then steps around in front of Cruze before taking his other arm in his free hand and placing his head into the crevasse of the armbarred arm of Orlando before wrapping it around his chest and holding it in place, he then steps in behind Orlando and lifts his other arm over the opposite shoulder to the arm he is leant under and just pulls backwards twisting Orlando downwards toward the mat while his arm gets more and more bent around the body of Hurse, however the move is a bad choice by Hurse as the more powerful Orlando just uses the adrenalin running through his body to suddenly push himself away from the hold, well, nearly, as he gets back to a full on vertical Hurse suddenly gives up on the hold and drops to the mat before rolling Orlando up with a school boy pin that has the fans on there feet thinking Hurse might have the first pin here,
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NO! Hurse wasn’t going for the pin after all, suddenly he rolls through the school boy turning Orlando onto his front by tugging his legs as he rolls through before suddenly he grabs the arm of Cruze and wraps it around his own neck before wrapping his own hands across the face of Cruze and pulling back hard, the modified crippler seems to be putting Orlando in all sorts of pain as his damaged neck is put under some serious strain, the fans are going nuts, pure nuts, Hurse just tugs harder and wildly pulls back on his hold, Cruze continues to shout no and just shakes his head in agony, his face is red with agony and pain as Hurse screams with adrenalin, hoping with all he has in him that this is it, the move is painful enough and has enough tug behind it, he just needs Orlando to give up now! But Orlando refuses!!
He waves his hand about saying no, even the official is impressed with the fight in Cruze as he lifts his free hand in the air looking ready to tap, but he doesn’t , he keeps it in the air and just tries everything to block out the devastating pain that is making his hand quiver in the air, the temptation of tapping and ending the pain oh so desperate through his body!! Hurse just tugs even harder looking as if he is about to rip Cruze’s head right off but instead of tapping, Orlando brings his hand down but across the bottom rope near to him to the boos of the excited fans who fought they might have seen him tap out in that instanc, but no, the official just demands Hurse let go, at first he doesn’t and just holds it in before aggressively letting go off the move and standing back to his feet angered that the submission hold didn’t get the job done.
He walks away from Cruze for a moment looking frustrated that the job hasn’t been done yet before turning to see Cruze back to one knee, suddenly Hurse sprints back across the ring angered and like a bullet, but Orlando just stands up and stays ducked low lifting the body of Hurse over his head with his back and right over the ropes to the outside causing Hurse to land awkwardly on both feet before dropping to the ground and bending his leg to get the blood flowing back in it. He just leans on the barrier in pain as Orlando takes a breather in the ring before rolling between the middle and bottom rope to the outside of the ring, landing on his feet. He grabs Hurse by the head and lifts him to his feet before viciously slamming his head down onto the ring mat bouncing Hurse back to one knee on the outside from the impact, he then lifts him up again and bends his body backwards toward him as if going for a reverse DDT on the safety mats before deciding on a change of action and instead deciding to drop him down neck first across his knee instead! The fans begin to boo loudly as Hurse just remains on the floor, Orlando resting on the ring barrier, looking to shake the cobwebs of that Hurse domination in the match earlier.)
Dan Douglas: Both men are beginning to look tired out there Billy and now Orlando is getting back into his own game abit here, using some high impact power moves, simple and effective some might say and Hurse is feeling them right at this minute!
Billy Mayne: Dan, this is the moment Orlando turns the tide on things in this match and shows Hurse what a big mistake it was to come back into this industry, into this company and I am going to love every second of what we are about to see!
Dan Douglas: I bet you are, but Orlando needs to focus on Hurse here fully or he will lose this lead he now has in this match!
(Orlando just stands and grabs Hurse by the head lifting him slowly back to his feet, he then grabs his arm by the wrist and attempts to throw him across the outside of the ring, but Hurse suddenly counters and with whatever strength he can seem to muster throws Orlando legs first right into the steel steps causing Orlando to flip over them and land on the mats the other side! The fans are going nuts as Hurse just shakes the cobwebs and walks around to meet Orlando who is still holding his neck in pain, Hurse just shows no sympathy and picks him up to his feet before rolling him in the ring, he then rolls in after him and gets to his feet again before lifting him back to his feet, he hooks his arm around his neck though and suddenly throws him over with a perfectly placed snap suplex, letting go and only going for one, he turns to his opponent and just sits by his head before resting his head against his groin and hooking his arms under his knees, he then turns Orlando over by squeezing his thighs against either side of his head and holding him there, Hurse is on all fours while Orlando is helpless between his legs held by the tight grip of Hurse’s legs, suddenly though Hurse just begins lifting his legs up and down slamming the head of Orlando against the mat over and over and over again, the fans are just going nuts at this highly original move by the innovative master of control, he finally stops slamming Orlando’s head against the mat and just looks through the ropes at the fans with a smile across his face, his knees basically bouncing in the air for the final few shots before he stopped.
Hurse then turns Orlando back over onto his back, Cruze isn’t even moving, his body lifeless from those shots on the mat, the master of control just leans forward hooking one of the legs, Cruze’s arms once again locked down by the legs of Hurse who closes his eyes and listens for the count of the official, certain that NOW, he must have done enough to keep Cruze down,
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Slowly Hurse stands back to his feet as Orlando rolls onto his side in pain, he then grabs Orlando by the head and lifts him up onto his knees, but Orlando suddenly fights back slamming a right hand into the stomach of Hurse and another and another, the fans are booing loudly as Orlando begins to come back into this match, suddenly he stands up and just grabs the arm of Hurse before running him backwards into the ropes and throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite but Cruze suddenly makes a rookie mistake for one reason or another and ducks to quickly allowing Hurse to make a decision before coming back at him, suddenly he leaps over Orlando and grabs his legs going for a sunset flip, Orlando falls backwards right into it as the official slides into position,
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Kailey Worf: The Timekeeper announces TEN MINUTES LEFT IN THIS MATCH UP!
Dan Douglas: We are two thirds into this match already and still no pin or submission, neither of these men have been able to keep the other down, this is unreal Billy, both are fighting as if this match itself were for the world title!
Billy Mayne: Just as good, there trying to impress the champion for a shot at the world heavyweight title Dan and I have to admit, both these guys have been impressive tonight, but lets be honest, Hurse has given his best here and NOT put Orlando away, it’s not going to happen!
(Orlando just crawls across to the corner of the ring and grabs the top rope getting to his feet and pulling himself vertical, seeing this Hurse just walks across to him, but as he gets close enough Orlando slams a boot into his gut and another and another keeping him a distance away, suddenly he pounces out grabbing Hurse by the head before slamming a hard forearm into his face knocking him back into the corner he just pounced out of, he then grabs his head again and just drags him to the middle of the ring before hitting another big forearm that knocks Hurse right off his feet and to the mat, both men are looking extremely tired now and in real pain, slowly Hurse begins to stand back up, he gets to his feet but Orlando slams a hard right hand into this face and another and another and another, he goes for one more, but suddenly to the screams of the fans, Hurse blocks and fires back with one of his own, Orlando fires back, then Hurse, then Orlando, Hurse again, Orlando, Hurse, Orlando, Hurse, both men going back and forth, neither man giving anything but the last bit of energy and life they have in them in this contest, suddenly Hurse ducks a wild right from a tired Orlando and spins him around so there facing each other before attempting to throw him across the ring but suddenly Orlando counters and ducks under his own arm turning back to Hurse and breaking the hold on his arm before grabbing the master of control under the arms lifting him in the air, LEGEND BOMB (Gutwrench sitdown powerbomb!)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both men collide of the mat with intense ferocity before lying near enough next to each other on the canvas, the fans are just on there feet, booing loudly as Orlando plants Hurse with his own move, for a moment it seems neither man is going to move, but Orlando somehow, someway begins to drag himself over the body of Hurse and hooks the leg,
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Orlando just lies back on the mat, exhausted and shocked that the Legend bomb didn’t work, he breathes heavy as does Hurse, both men lying motionless on the mat as the official watches on, neither man looking to be the first up, the timer is going down, no pins, no submissions so far, can either of these men break the deadlock and get a win over the other?
Slowly both men begin to stand, neither looking stable on there feet and both men using ropes to get themselves back up, Orlando is the first to stand but only just as both men turn to one another, Hurse however throws the first right hand, but Orlando quickly follows and his shot is harder, slapping across the face of Hurse and making the smaller man stumble before he hits another and another and another, Orlando then turns as Hurse looks on his last legs and just runs at the ropes before hitting them and coming back, but Hurse suddenly steps into him and lifts him off the ground before spinning him 180 degrees and into a huge spinebuster that has the fans going nuts!! The entire arena is on there feet as Hurse drops Orlando hard, both men lying back on the mat again, neither in a good condition, both men looking tired and hurt, the technical prowess seems to be disappearing for pure out brawling and fighting between these two now!
Slowly both men begin to get up again and try to make it to there feet, Hurse is first up this time and just grabs the arm of Orlando, he throws him across the ring causing Orlando to hit the ropes, as he does Hurse drops to the mat chest first causing Orlando to step over him as he comes back and into the ropes opposite, Hurse stands and leapfrogs Cruze this time before turning as The Icon picks up even more pace from hitting the ropes one more time before suddenly he runs at the incoming Orlando and leaps at his legs going for a vicious dropkick but somehow Orlando sees it coming and jumps over him landing on the mat in the middle of the ring, the shocked Hurse sees this and quickly stands back up and runs at his opponents back, but Orlando just sends a martial arts kick right into his stomach bending him over before turning to face him and grabbing him around the waist, he lifts him onto his shoulders going for a powerbomb, but suddenly Hurse fires back with a series of hard right hands, before dropping back down in front of Orlando, he then hits some more sharp rights before back peddling into the ropes and coming back at the Icon and going for a wild clothesline, but Orlando ducks it and as Hurse turns around Cruze goes for the Rock Bottom!! NO! Hurse slams an elbow into his face breaking the move attempt up, Orlando just stumbles right round in a full circle before turning back to Hurse who suddenly hooks him instead, ROCK BOTTOM ON ORLANDO CRUZE!!!
The fans are on there feet going crazy as Orlando just lays on the mat flat out from his own move, Hurse just looks shattered as he sits facing away from Orlando looking at the mat in a dazed state, slowly he turns his body and just hooks both of Orlando Cruze’s legs, the fans are on there feet going nuts as the official slides into position,
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NO!!!! ORLANDO KICKED OUT AGAIN!!!)
Dan Douglas: MY GOD! MY GOD! Orlando Cruze kicked out of the Rock Bottom by Hurse and this match does NOT want to end!
Billy Mayne: YES! YES! Orlando has a heart like nobody else in this business, how the hell is he remaining in this match, how the hell can he keep fighting!
Dan Douglas: This match is pay per view worthy, there is no doubt about that and Orlando Cruze Vs Hurse has been nothing short of spectacular Billy, if the champion is not impressed by this display, I don’t know what could impress him!
(Hurse is in disbelief as he slams his fists on the mat, the fans are booing that Orlando kicked out and even the official is looking at his fingers to make sure he counted right, however Hurse isn’t going to sit around and keep thinking, painfully he rolls back up to his feet and just walks to the near corner before stepping out onto the apron and climbing slowly up to the top, however Orlando is beginning to stand, the fans are on there feet again now as Cruze uses the ropes to get up, Hurse just gets to the top and perches himself, but suddenly Orlando just viciously shakes them causing the master of control to land heavily on the unmentionables! The fans are holding there mouths in disbelief at this as Orlando just stumbles across the ring and falls to one knee before resting to get his breath back, nobody can quite believe what just happened as Orlando begins to regain some strength, Hurse’s face explaining his pain. Orlando stands and turns to Hurse on the corner before shaking off the cobwebs, he reaches Hurse and slaps a right hand into his face sitting him upright before climbing out onto the apron and turning to the fans, seemingly ready to taunt for his chokeslam from the top rope, some of the fans realize this and suddenly the noise in the arena becomes deafening with boos as Orlando just waves them away and then climbs the ropes beside the balanced body of Hurse on the turnbuckle, he reaches the top rope to the anger of the people around him and just lifts Hurse to his feet before slapping his hand around the smaller mans neck, SWITCHBLADE, NOO, Hurse suddenly battles back and swings a wild right hand into the jaw of Orlando and another and another breaking the grip Cruze has on his neck and knocking him hard off the ropes and to the mat below, the fans just go nuts as Hurse perches himself again, tired and looking in pain, however Orlando doesn’t stay down and runs back at Hurse, he grabs the middle rope with his hands and just leaps into the air wrapping his legs around the head of Hurse going for a head scissors, for a moment there is a struggle, both men fighting for supremacy, Hurse refuses to fall from the ropes and Cruze refuses to let go of Hurse, suddenly though with a roar Hurse lifts his neck and stands tall on the ropes, showing amazing strength as Orlando hangs between his own legs, suddenly the fans go nuts at Hurse just leaps off the top rope!! STYLES CLASH!!! STYLES CLASH!!!
For a moment neither man moves, both hurt and looking as if they are about to pass out, the timer is going down quickly and it seems as if though neither man is going to let a fall count in this match, in the same position they feel both men look motionless, however with a roar of adrenalin Hurse suddenly gets up and is seen still holding the legs of Cruze, LEGEND LOCK!!! LEGEND LOCK!!!
The fans are going nuts, pure unadulterated nuts, Hurse seems to be thriving of it, his eyes bulging out of his red face as he screams with fury and adrenalin pulling back on the legs of Orlando as if he is trying to rip them off, Orlando is in a world of pain, his hands pushing him up off the mat as his eyes clench in agony, trying to block out the devastating affects of the submission move, he shakes his head to the official and just continues to shake his head, his eyes becoming watery now as he does even more to fight off the pain, however the cheers and expectations quickly disappear when Magnificent suddenly appears from the back, he runs down the ramp and just leaps onto the apron before shouting at the official who steps up from where Cruze is lying before demanding Mag jump down and head back to the backstage area with ace bandage wrapped around his busted open head, suddenly as he does Orlando begins tapping and slamming his hand on the mat, the pain no longer bearable, but the official hasn’t seen it and continues to argue with Too Magnificent, Hurse however doesn’t get distracted and continues pulling on the legs of Cruze enjoying the pain running through him.
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Hurse suddenly pulls back on the hold harder as the last few seconds count down, the fans are on there feet waiting to see what is going to happen, Magnificent suddenly leaps off the apron, no longer able to argue, the official suddenly turns, but as he does, the tapping hand of Orlando stops and with the time now fixed in his head, he throws out one last urge of fight and determination, his body rising back onto his arms, his eyes wide and pain filled.
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Dan Douglas: NO! Orlando tapped, he god damn tapped, Hurse won this match!
Billy Mayne: No, he was trying to get the officials attention, Orlando is an honest competitor Dan, he wasn’t tapping from pain!
Dan Douglas: This is bullshit, come on damn it, tap Cruze, tap!
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Suddenly the bell rings and thinking he won Hurse suddenly lets go off the legs of Orlando Cruze before dropping to his knees and painfully raising one arm in the air, Orlando just rolls under the ropes and lays on the mats on the outside of the ring exhausted and pain ridden, solemnly the official kneels down in front of Hurse and explains to him that he didn’t win, Hurse suddenly is a contrast to the end of the match, his face disappointed and shocked, he runs his hands through his hair and just shakes his head in disbelief.
Slowly Orlando begins to move on the outside of the ring, trying to crawl his way around to the ring entrance, suddenly Hurse turns to see Magnificent at the top of the ramp, a smile on his face, his finger pointed in the direction of the master of control, but suddenly the tension between the two is interrupted by the chants of the entire arena, every man, woman and child in the stadium, stamping and chanting “We want more, we want more, we want more”.
Orlando stops moving at the bottom of the ramp to hear the chants, he sits on the metal railings and just looks around at the people as Hurse stands up in the ring his hand issuing the challenge to Orlando to step back in the squared circle with him, Orlando just painfully stands up, his legs nearly giving way before the official runs around with a mic for him, he takes it and glares at the fans and there consistent chanting that is yet to die down.)
Orlando: So wait, wait…You want me and Hurse to go at it…FOR FIVE MORE MINUTES!?!
(The fans go nuts, the cheers shaking the ground everyone walks on, Orlando just nods taking deep breaths between sentences, he then raises the mic again and looks at Hurse.)
Orlando: Not a god damn hope in hell!! I worked my ass off in there tonight and did any of you appreciate me? Did any of you give me some support? No and you know what, that works fine for me, because I don’t need idiots like you people to make my career…No…But just for you’re lack of appreciation…Go…To…Hell.
(Orlando just throws the mic down as Hurse just looks at him from the ring, the fans are booing loudly and shouting abuse from every direction as Orlando backtracks up the ramp looking from side to side at the reaction he has induced, suddenly with a smile he just throws his arm in the air and turns back to Hurse, the two men knowing that one day, this would be a chapter left to finish. Suddenly, to cheers from the crowd though, through the curtains behind Orlando strolls none other than the World Heavyweight Champion Desolation, with the title glistening over his shoulder. Hurse begins to point behind Orlando now while Desolation wears a wide grin on his face. The smirk vanishes from Cruze’s features as he realizes that someone is standing behind him.
Mayne: Oh no, oh no, oh no!
Douglas: Desolation is out here, and I think it’s time for a little bit of payback!
Cruze turns around slowly, his eyes opened widely as he glares into the face of Desolation now. The Dark Man grins still as he lifts his hand into the air and waves at his former protogee. He now begins to slug him across the face repeatedly, everyone going nuts in the arena. Orlando’s arms flail wildly as Desolation backs him up towards the curtains, continuing to slug him repeatedly across the forehead. Cruze staggers backwards into the backstage area as Desolation chops him several times stiffly across his chest throughout the process.
Billy: I cannot believe this, Desolation is assaulting Orlando Cruze, he’s assaulting Orlando.
Douglas: He’s finally getting himself just a small measure of revenge.
Hurse remains in the ring with a slight grin on his face before clapping his hands and then pointing at himself, getting a loud cheer from the crowd. He gives the fans a thumbs up.
RUN ORLANDO RUN
A dazed battered Orlando staggers through the backstage area as Desolation blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, the crowd still going nuts on the inside of the arena. Orlando tries his best to get away from Desolation who blasts him over the back again, leading him through the backstage area in the direction of the double doors that go into the parking lot. Orlando turns around and drives a knee into the gut of Desolation, bending him forward before he turns away from the Dark Man, rushing away from the World Champion. As Orlando rushes forward he passes by none other than Isaac Saine who is stomping away at Jackson Adams in the backstage area as well. Jericho is pinned against a wall as Johnson punches him repeatedly to the face, all out chaos backstage. Desolation rushes after Orlando immediately, pushing the exit doors open while Cruze is already charging towards a limo that is parked and ready in the enclosed parking facility.
Desolation: Where you going Orlando, where you going you stupid bastard!?!
Orlando quickly hops into the back of the limo which speeds away as Desolation runs after it. He isn’t fast enough to catch up with the car however, while it drives away in a hurry. Desolation stops running finally and watches the car vanish out of the parking facility, placing his hands on his hips and breathing heavily in anger. The camera zooms in slowly on the very intense expression on Desolation’s face while he continues to breath uneasily.
Desolation: That pussy.