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 bloodied Desolation holding the title above his head as he stands in the middle of the ring at Retribution.


ANNIHILATION: NOVEMBER 18, 2006


World Title Match
Desolaton Vs Robin Brooks

(Rumor by Lindsay Lohan suddenly belts from the speaker system as the fans stand to there feet cheering loudly for one of the most popular women in all of the ULW, stars fly across the big screen before shots of the women herself present themselves followed by some of her greatest in ring moments, suddenly as the chorus hits, pink flames burst from the rampway as two shots of pyro explode into the air, suddenly she steps out from the back, her eyes focused, but a smile on her face, she waves to the fans before suddenly running down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as she passes in an ultimate warrior type way before sliding into the ring and running to the far turnbuckle, she just lifts her arm into the air one more time and nods her head to the music before jumping down and taking a deep breath, preparing for the world champion himself, the dark man, Desolation.)

Dan Douglas:
So here we go Billy, World title on the line one of the big matches here tonight and I really, honest to go think that Robin Brooks has a shot at beating Desolation tonight, this is a woman who for years has proven her ability in and out of the ring and has time and time again got the job done when she needs to, so the question is, can she do it now, with the world title on the line and quite possibly one of the biggest names in the business holding it from her?

Billy Mayne:
I hope so, I sure to god hope someone wipes the smile of that comic idiot Desolation, I mean the guy comes out here playing around and ‘enjoying himself’, truth be told, the SOB should be getting the job done!

Dan Douglas:
Aww Billy, sometimes I get the feeling you really don’t like our World Champion!

(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 audience the world heavyweight title drapped across his shoulder. 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, his gold, his glory hanging down from it as he prepares for his next title defense.

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

Desolation jumps down onto the bleechers his eyes now locked on Robin Brooks and the match that awaits him, his body continuing to push him 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 hate, 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 at his sides as pyro explodes behind him and around him, Robin just watches him from across the ring, her eyes glinted over with focus as the champion closes his and takes in the atmosphere, he then jumps down and takes the belt from his shoulder placing it in his hands in front of him, his eyes locked on the magnificence of the belt, he then hands it to the official who parades it around for the fans to see before the bell strikes and the match is about to begin.)

Dan Douglas:
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Annihilation, and what a way to kick off our show, Desolation, the World Heavyweight Champion is here!

Billy Mayne:
This is Billy Mayne, joined by Dan Douglas, and while I do agree that it’s interesting to kick off tonight’s show with the World Champion defending his title, I have to disagree with the statement that it’s good to see Desolation, since it never is.

Douglas:
Can you ever stop being sore over the fact that he kicked your ass several years ago?

Mayne:
No, but I don’t care about Desolation tonight, what the world is talking about, is the Grand Clusterfuck, the winner moving on to take that title off of the Champion at War of the Worlds, if Robin fails to do it tonight.

Dan:
That should be a great match, and we understand Desolation will reveal the stipulation for that match after this opening World title match. On what show are you going to see a World title bout opening the program?

Billy:
Probably the WWE, whenever they have a World Champion with the first name, Chris.

(As the echo of the bell disappears, the fans begin to chant, the words split showing the love they have for both of these wrestlers, the words continuing in a long cycle, ‘Lets go Deso, lets go Robin’ over and over again, for a moment it looks as if the chant lights the humorous side of Desolation as a large smile rises up his face, but the confidence doesn’t turn into wackiness and slowly both wrestlers begin to slowly circle the mat, neither looking to make an early mistake against an opponent as dangerous as the one across from them both, suddenly they lunge in and lock up hard, but near enough instantly, Desolation quickly gets under her arm and locks his large biceps around her waist from behind, for a moment she looks for some sort of escape, even trying to part his hands with her upper body strength, but the fingers are locked to tight however suddenly Robin just gradually begins to lower herself to the mat, Desolation going down with her, the two of them getting closer and closer to the canvas before suddenly Robin feels the grip of the champion loosen and just yanks one of his arms apart and locks it into a modified armbar but quickly lets go and leaps onto the back of Desolation locking in a reverse waistlock of her own, but the champion just jumps into a sitting position before twisting his body out of the grip of Robin turning toward her and locking his arm around her head into a headlock that has the fans cheering loudly for both wrestlers quick start to this match!
Desolation just gets back to his feet, keeping his back and in turn Robins back bent right down, Robin suddenly presses forward trying to get to the ropes, but Desolation uses his power to push her back keeping her in the middle of the ring, however suddenly Robin slips free of his grip again and just drops to her knees and yanking away one of the dark man’s ankles taking him back to the mat before leaping on his back again but this time placing her arms under his armpits in some kind of full nelson before placing her ankles into the inside of the champions thighs her own thighs locked around his hips, tightly she just stretches all four limbs of her and pulls on the champions body causing him to grunt in pain, maybe a little shocked at the mat wrestling ability of this young female wrestler the world has been raving about.
But the move doesn’t last long as Desolation finds some way to move himself out of it and get to all fours near enough breaking away from the strength of the hold sensing this Robin just backs off and backtracks to the far corner as Desolation gets up to one knee looking at her and smiling before applauding and turning to the audience before suddenly saying;
“Not bad for a man, DAMN, I mean woman!”

Some fans laugh as Desolation turns back to his opponent who just shouts some abuse at him, her eyes angry now as the two of them begin to circle the ring again however as they draw in close Desolation takes no prisoners and lunges at her legs grabbing both thighs and pulling them from under her slamming her to her back, but Robin just leans up quickly and hooks his head in her armpit, stopping him from making any attacks, her legs wrapped around his waist and lower back, trying to keep him locked in the triangle hold she has him in, however the dark man fights his head lose and beats away her straying arms that try to lure him back in, seeing him escaping Robin suddenly turns her body onto her front and uses her upper body strength to get up to one knee, but Desolation desperately leaps on her trying to lock something in, suddenly he gets his arm under her jaw and looks to try and choke, but she rolls her body forward so that Desolation falls under her body weight before quickly rolling back to her knees, the champion still somehow riding her back but losing the grip around her neck, however Robin manages to turn her body away from the champion and just gets to one knee in a front gantry as Desolation stands up to lock the hold in harder, however as he does, Robin grabs his ankle and just drops him back to the mat hard, The champion then turns onto his front to roll away but Robin leaps on his back and grabs another waistlock before getting back to her feet pulling the champion back up into a sitting position, for a moment Desolation seems to be lost for a counter, but manages it rolling to his side and subsequently causing Robin to roll with him before grabbing the arm as they go over and locking in an elbow lock on the former Livewire champion and SCW women’s champion!
Suddenly Desolation turns the hold into a hammerlock and has Robin held well before leaning over her now cradled body to try and hook the other arm but Robin won’t lift that arm and the extra weight Desolation applies into attempting it allows for Robin to suddenly pull her trapped arm free from the hammerlock forcing the champion to lock in another front gantry but instantly Robin slips out from under his arm and just back rolls away as both wrestlers stand up again and look at each other from across the ring, the fans going absolute nuts for the two of them.)

Dan Douglas:
Amazing work by Desolation and Robin, such a fast start to this match and some great mat based wrestling there between the two of them.

Billy Mayne:
The best part for me there Dan, was I swear at one moment, I thought Robin was going to pop out of her top….Cool!

Dan Douglas:
I really question whether you left yourself on the playground one day Billy, really.

(The fans continue to clap before suddenly the champion just runs at Robin, seeing this she leaps into the air, jumping over him, but Desolation quickly stops in his tracks as she lands in front of him but Robin doesn’t hang around to be caught and just runs across the ring into the ropes before coming back at Desolation who drops to the mat on his chest causing her to step over him, she runs and hits the next set of ropes, but Desolation slides before her again causing her to continue into the ropes one more time only to come back to see Desolation try a textbook dropkick, but she grabs the top rope causing her to spring back at them, however Desolation is quick as well and lands on his toes and hands in a press up style position, quickly though she runs up behind him and just leaps into an Oklohoma role going for the pin, but Desolation quickly counters using the momentum to roll right through the pin and into a sitting position holding Robin in a side headlock, he then stands up and just keeps the lock held in on her, his arm grinding away on the side of his opponents head leaving Robin a little anguished by the pain its causing her, however suddenly she slams a forearm into his ribs causing him to grunt before running him backwards into the ropes and trying to break the pin, but Desolation holds on tight and just drags her half way across the ring again!
He grinds the move further and just keeps it locked in that way but Robin is right back up and again runs at the ropes trying to break the pin, however this time, she amazingly manages to loosen her head and pulls it out fast before grabbing the shocked head of the champion and reversing the hold into one of her own, the fans are going nuts to this as again, they see Robin really test the patience of the World Champion. Desolation just takes the hold on trying to get use to the pain before running her backwards into the ropes and trying to throw her across the ring, but desperately she holds on and just keeps the head of Desolation held in her arm, the champion grunting in pain as she extends his neck and keeps him from causing her anymore trouble.)

Dan Douglas:
So far this has been a very even battle, both of them showing some great ability with a style of wrestling that is so testing on the body, more so then most, mat wrestling is nonstop counter after counter stuff and it is not the easiest to master.

Billy Mayne:
Dan, why is it you always have to be so damn sensible, why can’t you tell at least one joke a show, please, just one… God, you’re such a damn stiff man!

(Suddenly Desolation seems to lose his patience and just rushes angrily at the ropes again however as they come back off them, Desolation just hooks the legs off Robin taking her off her feet in a cradle of some sort before he tries to flip her right back over onto her feet but as she drops backwards, her legs in the air, she hooks them around the neck of the World champion going for a leg scissors, but Desolation suddenly holds his weight leaving Robin Brooks hanging between his legs as the fans go nuts, Desolation desperately trying to wrap his legs in front of her arms, Robin doing all she can to try and get away from it, WYVERN DRIVER II!!! Suddenly Robin unwraps her legs from around the champions neck and just rolls away from Desolation as the fans who were expecting the end of Brooks there sit back down while some applaud the work of both wrestlers so far in this match.
Robin just gets back to one knee as Desolation smiles at her, using his hands to show her how close it was to being over, with a slight smile coming from the lady herself she stands and just cracks her neck before locking up with the champion again, quickly Desolation takes her back into the side headlock and holds her there before running at the turnbuckle, seemingly running up it before leaping to the apron trying to hang Robin on the top rope, but she pulls her head away just in time and swings a wild right hand at the champion which Desolation ducks and slams a shoulder into her stomach before slamming a hard right hand into the side of her face knocking her through the ropes to the apron adjacent, she grabs her face and just slowly begins to stand up, using the ropes for balance before suddenly Desolation slingshots himself back into the ring but lunges his body forward and grabs the head of Robin hanging her on the ropes this time and causing her to crash off the apron and fall to the safety mats outside the ring! Desolation just walks back to the middle of the ring, the official giving him some stern words over his closed fist that knocked Robin out of the ring, turning away from the referee he sees her back up on the apron now, in a real daze, suddenly he runs off the ropes opposite her and sprints back at the former livewire champion as she stand on the apron before attempting a baseball slide at her ankles, but Robin sees it and grabs the top rope before leaping over them into the ring as Desolation slides to the outside, quickly the champion tries to get back up on the apron, but Robin just leaps with both feet at him kicking him in the stomach and keeping him on the outside before strangely Robin lays her body under the bottom rope, her head by the corner of the apron, Desolation sees this and goes to grab her skull, but suddenly Robin rolls her body from the legs through the ropes and hooks his neck with her ankles before suddenly she allows her head and neck to follow where the rest of her body started and just throws Desolation with a modified leg scissors that sends him flying across the outside and right into the crowd barrier!!! The fans are going nuts shouting “ULW” over and over again, tired and hurt Robin just gets back to her knees, using the apron to keep her steady, slowly she stands up and just walks across to the champion before rolling him into the ring and climbing onto the apron herself, she then quickly makes her way to the top and perches herself there, Desolation stands and she leaps off with a nice clothesline that takes him down to the mat)

Dan Douglas:
And now Robin has some momentum, Desolation is reeling, this could be her chance, that leg scissors took a lot out of the champion and surprised him I think Billy, what a shock this would be to start our night!!

Billy Mayne:
I’m not sure what’s worse, Desolation as champion or Robin Brooks! I think Jackson Adams should win by default!

(Robin suddenly stands up and raises her arm in the air to the fans who suddenly cheer loudly, she then grabs the champion by the head before lifting him to his feet, she holds him against the ropes and then just slaps a chop across his chest and another and another and another, she tries one more, but one to many and suddenly Desolation ducks it and turns on his feet to meet her as she turns as well, but Desolation just spins 360 on the spot and goes for a thunderous clothesline, but somehow Robin shows great pace and ducks that right back before hooking the head of Desolation and suddenly leaning forward lifting him slightly off the canvas, his legs suddenly lifting to her hips before Robin just drops to a sitting position BLACK WIDOW!! Desolation grabs his neck in pain and rolls onto his back to try and numb it, but as he does Robin Brooks just stands up and suddenly calls for The Flying Star!!! The fans can’t believe it as the champion is left reeling, she steps out onto the canvas and just slowly begins to climb the turnbuckle when suddenly from the back Aurora Rose appears, the fans go nuts with boos as she runs down the ramp and just jumps up on the apron grabbing the boot of Robin and holding her in place so she can’t move, Brooks just tries to loosen the grip before suddenly she just kicks out slamming her held boot right into the chest of Aurora and knocking her off the apron to the outside, she then turns back to the world champion and perches on the top as Desolation continues to try and shakes away the cobwebs of the Black Widow, suddenly she jumps, FLYING STAR!!! NOOO!!! DESOLATION SUDDENLY RISES HIS KNEES!!
Robin grabs her chest in pain and just rolls away on the mat holding her chest as she lays flat down on the canvas, Desolation just rolls to his knees and then uses the ropes to stand up before nearly running to Robin Brooks and suddenly locking in a surfboard type move and an Indian deathlock at the same time causing the fans to stand as Desolation looks out over the masses, suddenly he just leans backwards hitting the ropes before suddenly letting go of Robin’s arms and stamping down with his foot as the ropes send him back toward her with pace, his foot slamming her head down at a 90 degree angle and causing the fans to go nuts with boos, not for the champion but for the way the match ended, a smiling Aurora watching on as she heads back up the ramp dabbing her lip that is bleeding from the kick of Brooks, Desolation just turns her lifeless body over and hooks her leg as the official slides down to count,
1…
2…
3…
The champion retains!! Many cheers go up, but there are still a lot of hateful fans looking at Aurora as she just nods in delight at what has just happened to Robin Brooks because of her, the world title no longer available to her, the cheers just continue as Desolation stands up, his eyes misty as he recovers from the match just gone, before turning looking for a mic.)


DESOLATION’S MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT


With crowd support at its highest point for the tired World Champion, Desolation forces himself to the center of the ring, still breathing heavily and now clutching a microphone in his hand. Robin is sitting in the corner, looking rather sweaty after the intensity of the World title match, where she came so close to becoming Champion. Desolation continues to march around with a mic handed to him by the time keeper.

Mayne: Oh great, here comes another Desolation quote people will be adding to their damn blogs!

Douglas: Do you ever shut up, or say something interesting? The man has a major announcement about tonight’s main event.

Desolation takes a breath then speaks into the microphone somberly.

Desolation: So, I take it people want to know what the number one contender match is going to be later tonight? I can only imagine that maybe one or two of you may still be sitting there interested in the ULW, while all the others came to enjoy what they thought was a Star Wars convention. It’s okay, Star Wars fans, a lot of our roster are as big of geeks, and were equally disappointed when they found out they were actually coming to work today.

Desolation shakes his head sadly before putting on a more serious stance.

Desolation: So therefore, I’ll just let the cat out of the bag now. Well, since I don't want any of the participants involved in my match to be bragging about this like it were some sort of accomplishment, I'm going to name this match to be something that you'll never, EEEEEEVER want to put on your resume. The five young ladies involved will be competing in the first ever "Drag Queen of the Nighttime Prison Rodeo" match! The rules are simple. The theme is there's a prison riot going on, and you have to scramble over your fellow convicts to seize the key to the cell block. Not the key TO Cell Block, Jesus Christ, let the son of a bitch rot in peace."

Laughter is heard from the crowd before Desolation continues.

Desolation: But anyway, in order to get the right to grab that key, in the form of a contract to fight me at the next PPV or whenever, you have to stab one of your fellow offenders in the back, by getting a pinfall or submission over them, where upon they'll be dragged back into their cell and violated anally by prison guards with plungers. Figuratively of course. You'll just be escorted to a penalty box for a minute or two by several burly security guards armed with tazers. First one of you to grab the contract wins. The rest of you go back to the general population to be pimped out by a 9 foot tall black man named Bubba. I was thinking about making the lot of you compete in heels and prom dresses, but hell, I figured it wouldn't be fair if I gave Sean Johnson an advantage."

More laughter is heard from the crowd while the exhausted Desolation shrugs his shoulders and mouths the words, “it’s true.”

Mayne: What is Desolation rambling about?

Douglas: A match that involves penalty boxes?

Desolation slaps his forehead suddenly.

Desolation: Oh yeah, if I didn’t mention this already, we’re going to be having ourselves a good old fashion, King of the Mountain match tonight to decide the number one contender. You know the poor guy who will go on to be beaten by me later this week. But that’s a different story for a different time, and also one that’s far more interesting. Anyhow, yadda, yadda, yadda, King of the Mountain, blah, blah, blah, big deal or something to the history of this company, yadda, yadda, good luck, I hope everyone kills themselves and nobody wins so I get a fucking night off or defend my title against the next transgender. I will be on hand tonight to watch that match and personally officiate it though, so I’m expecting no moneky business, but seeing as this is ULW, and it’s a clusterfuck, there will probably be 15 minutes of interferences and building for the pay-per-view. So, meh’.

Desolation drops the microphone and is handed his World title by the referee. He thrusts it over his shoulder and begins to exit the ring. Robin is left sitting, sweating and appearing outraged over the interference of Aurora tonight, costing her the World Heavyweight title.

Douglas: A King of the Mountain match in ULW tonight to decide the number one contender!?! We’ve never had a match like this in the ULW.

Mayne: It’s pretty obvious why Orlando would want to put them in a match that involves ladders, and a small cell, he wants to see these guys destroy one another, and for there to be nothing left at War of the Worlds.

Dan: Actually, I think he just wants to avoid another boring main event.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



CONRAD’S TIME UP?


There is a huge uproar, consisting of boos, angry chants, and rage filled responses at the sight of Jackson Adams’ face, lurking directly before the camera’s frame. He stares forward with his usual smugness, the Livewire Championship over one shoulder, and the stolen Submission title over the other. Both belts are glistening while his smugness seems to transform into anger. The camera pans out a bit to reveal Jericho Dylan and Devin Hawk pacing past one another repeatedly, getting themselves dressed anxiously for the impending tag team match while the Alpha Generation lurks within their dressing room. Too Magnificent, dressed in dark clothing, towers over the back of Adams, who is still overlooking the gentlemen before him.

Adams: So then, I assume we’ve got our gameplan taken care of for the evening then.

Jericho hops up and down, getting pumped while nodding his head.

Jericho: Oh yeah man, we know exactly what we’re going to do to those two newbie punks Andrew May and Eddie Vines tonight.

Devin: It’s going to be heavenly to cave in their skulls.

Adams acts taken aback, shaking his head repeatedly while sinking his fingers into the flesh between his eyes.

Jackson: That’s not what I was talking about. I was referring to what you three are going to do tonight to insure I walk out of this Grand Clusterfuck, King of the whatever match, the new number one contender.

Jackson stares back at both belts over his shoulders, contemplating adding another strap to his collection. Jericho is now the one shaking his head/

Dylan: Whoa, why does everything have to be about you man?

A shocked expression befalls Adams’ face, before he shakes his head and grins.

Adams: When isn’t everything about me? We need to concentrate though gentlemen, on bringing yet another title into this group, the World Heavyweight Championship, and at the same time sending a message to this whole roster. Jericho, Devin, by tearing apart Vines and May, you send a dominating message to the entire roster. If I win the number one contendership match tonight, it will prove that I’m the greatest wrestler in the ULW.

Jericho rolls his eyes while Devin slaps him with the back of his hand a bit on the shoulder, telling him to pay attention. Jackson is staring off into the heavens with a grin.

Adams: We need to accomplish something tonight, unlike Mark Comeau failed to do so often. We need to make a few examples this evening of all those who opposed us last week, of all those who dared to try and humiliate the four of us. Isaac Saine, Sean Johnson, Lethal Weapon, all of them need to learn their place, and we’re going to teach them where they lie on the scheme of things tonight! So while the two of you, go out there and make some examples out of Vines and May.....

Adams turns back towards both Jericho and Devin with a scowl and a very serious expression.

Jackson: Too Magnificent and I, will be taking care of yet another annoyance, one that has been far more irritating than anyone. Someone who has no right to question our authority with his presence. Therefore, while you two destroy those Anarchy title idiots, Too Magnificent and myself will deal with, Conrad Gray.

Grins find their ways across both Jericho and Devin’s faces, like the sounds of what they just heard.

Adams: And once he’s out of the way, we can talk about what shall be done about the main event tonight. Now get out there and get something done!

Adams casts his finger towards the doorway while Devin takes a deep breath and storms out of the dressing room. Dylan however, takes one last long look at Jackson, the two exchanging an awkward stare it seems before Jericho nods and moves on. Jackson follows them with his eyes as both men exit. He turns his head to stare at Too Magnificent now, who’s massive arms are crossed over his even more massive sternum.

Jackson: Conrad Gray doesn’t know what he’s in for.


EDDIE VINES & ANDREW MAY VS. JERICHO DYLAN & DEVIN HAWK


Suddenly She is my Sin by Nightwish suddenly blares across the speakers and the fans stand to there feet for the newest edition of the ULW roster, the former Anarchy Champion that is Andrew May, he steps out from behind the curtains a focus in his eyes as he stares at the ground, realizing this is his biggest opportunity to date and his partner is his long time rival, the man the ULW knows as Eddie Vines, shaking away the thoughts he just walks down the ramp touching the hands of a few fans hear and there before rolling into the ring and lifting his arms in the air to a cheer from the fans around the arena, he then waits in the far corner and watches as he prepares for his partner and his opponents.)

Dan Douglas: Andrew May is a bright young star here in the ULW and has already touched gold within the federation, but tonight he is matched with his enemy of late against two of the biggest up and coming names in the world, Jericho Dylan and Devin Hawk, so here is the big question, can two Anarchy division wrestler beat off two members of the biggest stable in the ULW today?

Billy Mayne: Answer – not a chance in hell, this is quite rightly going to be the quickest match of the night because Jericho and Devin are going to make easy pickings of these to!

Dan Douglas: That might well be the case if these to young athletes aren’t careful, but if they are, if they focus and work as a team, I think they might just be able to test the fine competitors of Alpha Generation

(“EAT YOU ALIVE” Suddenly the chorus of Limp Bizkit’s hard hitting track explodes from the speakers while the face of Eddie Vines appears on the big screen his sadistic smile spread across his face before shots of him action come in there handfuls, suddenly the curtains part and he appears his body slightly knelt forward, his knees bent, the Anarchy title over his shoulder, as he walks down the ramps the front row just step away from him, none of them to happy to come anywhere close to the cuddly cannibal, eventually he reaches the ring and leaps with one knee onto the apron, his eyes glaring across with suspicion at Andrew May, the man who is normally his opponent, this time now his partner in a fight that is strongly against them.

He crawls through the middle and bottom rope and just stops in the middle of the ring on all fours looking at May before seemingly growling at his partner, he then rushes to the corner and puts the belt on the apron near the steel poll, his knees coming to his chest as he gently rocks backwards and forwards singing the opening theme to Orlando Cruze’s music over and over again.)

Dan Douglas: Eddie Vines, the Anarchy champion so far tonight and I think its fair to say, probably not the brightest bulb in the box, a man who claims to eat other people and has many mental disorders that I wonder how ULW get away with keeping this man on the books!

Billy Mayne: He entertains Dan, call him what you will, he brings something to the table no other athlete ca- HAHAHAHA! No, seriously, nobody knows why people took Eddie on!

Dan Douglas: Well, at least YOUR in good spirits tonight, I can imagine the five men fighting in that clusterfuck tonight won’t be, all of them have to keep there minds on the match ahead, that’s for sure.

(Suddenly “Walk” By Pantera rips from the sound system, the fans suddenly making a lot more noise as the video for Devin Hawk and the Alpha Generation begins to play, for a moment the music just plays alone, the fans looking for something, anything of the man that’s coming out in order to direct there echoing boos not into thin air, but at the person himself, however the chorus suddenly hits and pyro’s burst from the stage and fly into the air where they explode loudly taking many fans by surprise. The smoke hasn’t even stopped as Devin steps out dressed for action and cracking his neck, to his side is Generation member Jericho Dylan, the two of them prepared for the action neither looking as though they are going to take this match to lightly, with a deep breath suddenly Devin throws his arms into the air, Jericho doing the same adjacent to him on the stage, more fireworks exploding as they do this, the people booing even louder now to sound them out. Both men just turn back to each other, a confident smile suddenly coming over there faces as they walk down the ramp and head for the ring. Jericho just runs ahead and leaps onto the apron before turning to the mass of hating fans around him and shouting some abuse, more patiently Devin just climbs the apron the other side of the ring and immediately enters the ring however Eddie suddenly pounces and leaps up to meet Devin slamming right hand after right hand across his back and causing the Alpha Generation member to suddenly lose some footing, he stumbles into the corner but manages to stand up, but Eddie is right on him and continues to throw right hands, across the ring Andrew May clubs Jericho in the back sending the Alpha Generation member right off the ring and face first into the crowd barrier, the shot so hard he knocks him to the ground, he climbs through the ropes and just follows Jericho looking to stay on top of the more experienced wrestler.)

Dan Douglas: WHOA! Quick start by Eddie and Andrew, the Anarchy duo and I think they took Devin and Jericho by surprise there, neither of the Alpha Generation members expected them to come right at them, maybe some underestimation early in this match!

Billy Mayne: But that’s the best time to do it Dan, because now they have the rest of the match to make these idiots pay for making them work for there money this week, something they shouldn’t have to do when they are made to fight at this level, hell, this match is to make a point!

Dan Douglas: Well they are on the backfoot if they intend to make that point now Billy!

(Andrew May suddenly rolls back in the ring leaving Jericho on the outside before walking across to the corner where Eddie continues to throw punches at Devin Hawk as if he can’t think of what else to do, however to make matters worse for Hawk, May comes over and lands a slapping right hand himself that nearly knocks Devin off his feet, both men continue to hit him with punches now, suddenly Andrew slams a boot into his midsection and bends him forward, Eddie sees this and just slaps a hard double axe handle across the back of his neck knocking him to one knee before suddenly grabbing him by the chin from behind and bending his neck back allowing him to lean down and bite viciously into the head of Devin causing the fans to cheer loudly as Devin swings his arms in pain before the official jumps in forcing Eddie to break his bite on Devin Hawk.

Devin just grabs the rope looking to get some breathing space, but even as the official is warning Eddie Vines, Andrew May is right on top of him and soon enough both men are right back on him hitting him with more and more right hands, eventually the two of them lift him up and hold him against the ropes before taking an arm each and throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, Devin hits them and bounces back at the duo of Anarchy fighters who both lift a boot up kicking Devin in the midsection bending him forward again, Eddie just runs off the ropes and comes back leaping into a sharp dropkick to the side of Hawk’s head spinning him where he stands right into a neckbreaker from Andrew May that takes him to the mat, Andrew instantly grabs his leg and hooks it for the pin,

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No! Kickout by Devin Hawk early in this match!

The official stands up as Andrew gets to his knees and demands Eddie leave the ring, with Jericho now on the apron it seems order can begin, begrudgingly he does as he is told and steps through the ropes and out of the way as Andrew May begins to lift Devin back to his feet, he holds him against the ropes and then just throws Devin back across the ring into the ropes, but as Devin comes back Andrew tries the shoulder block, however Devin is far to powerful and slams Andrew to the mat instead bouncing him off the canvas to a large and loud boo from the entire arena, he then runs at the ropes adjacent, but as he does Andrew May rolls onto his chest, Devin leaps over him as he comes back at the new star of the ULW but stops in his tracks, Andrew stands up not seeing that Devin is waiting behind him and turns right into a huge hip toss that lifts him up and over right onto his back, instantly he rolls away to the nearest corner, Devin just repays the favor of giving him no time at all to breath, grabbing him by the arm and throwing him across the ring into the corner opposite, but desperately Andrew leaps out at him and slams both elbows into the face of Devin causing Hawk to grab his nose in pain, seeing this, Andrew just runs at him and leaps into a leg scissors before falling to his side in position for a german leg sweep, but suddenly Devin counters with a hard elbow to his ribs, however Eddie Vines is not taking anymore and his impatience causes him to leap into the ring and charge at Devin who ducks the attempt, but unaware to Eddie, Jericho leaps up onto the top rope as Eddie approaches him flies at him with a huge missile dropkick that takes the cannibal down to the mat! The experience in the Alpha Generation showing to the huge dislike of the fans!)

Dan Douglas: Great teamwork there by Alpha Generation and Eddie Vines did not expect that whatsoever and this is where Devin and Jericho can now go on to win this, they have the least experienced man in ULW today in the ring, Vines is down hurt from that dropkick and this now has to be an opportunity.

Billy Mayne: There brief attack at the beginning Dan, like I said, was meaningless, Alpha Generation needed to warm up and now they have you are going to see these two get pounded.

(Jericho just points toward Andrew May, both him and Devin taken an arm each of the young talent before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, as he comes back at them, they sidestep and sweep his legs away from both sides before suddenly Jericho runs into the ropes Andrew had just come off and back at his opponent, he then leaps over him and grabs his neck pulling it the ground and stretching his opponents back, Devin then runs off the ropes the same as his partner and just smashes a dropkick right into the back of Andrew May’s head!!!

Andrew just slumps to his side as Alpha Generation merely stand arrogant in the ring, there arms already raised in victory, Devin rubbing his forehead to show that not a sweat has been poured yet. Jericho just leaves the ring, but is tagged right back in by Devin who pulls Andrew back to his feet and into his corner, Jericho enters and instantly makes his mark with a thunderous slap across the chest of his opponent and another and another, he then throws Andrew across the ring into the opposite corner before following up but Andrew see him coming and ducks down lifting him up and over, but Jericho grabs the top rope and lands on the apron, May turns to see this and throws a right hand, but Jericho ducks and then stands back up before slamming the head of Andrew May into the turnbuckle, the shot knocking him onto his back, but instantly as if planned, Jericho just leaps over the ropes into a senton splash right across the midsection of Andrew May that has the fans booing again as Andrew rolls back and forth on the ring mat, Jericho just shakes his head and waves his finger at Devin as if the two seem to agree that this is some kind of mismatch, he then turns and grabs Andrew May by the head again but suddenly Andrew fights back slamming a right hand into his midsection and another and another, but Jericho cuts it short slamming an elbow into the top of his head!!

Andrew seems motionless, even on one knee, his arms now flopping down lifeless, Eddie is demanding a tag from there corner, but Andrew is to far now to reach, lifting him Jericho shows no sympathy and just slaps another hard chop across his chest and another, Jericho then walks him to the middle of the ring and hooks his arm, ready for a suplex, he then taunts to the fans arrogantly getting a hateful response before grabbing Andrew by the tights and lifting him into the air straight up, but as he does Andrew May suddenly bends his leg and knees Jericho in the forehead!! Jericho drops him back down and grabs his forehead before angrily looking back up at May who is on one knee and struggling to stand, he runs backwards into the ropes and looks to come back at pace, but as he does Andrew just roars back to his feet and leaps at Jericho with a huge spinning back heel kick that takes both men down and leaves them lying in the middle of the mat, the fans are going nuts as Eddie stamps his feet and demands the tag, he is swinging his arm around looking for anyway to get closer to May, but no can do, suddenly May begins to stand back up and just uses the ropes to crawl across toward Eddie, but Jericho is still fresher and just grabs the ankle of Andrew May moments before the tag can be made, he holds him there as May pushes hard to make that tag to his partner, the fans are going nuts, when suddenly Andrew turns and just leaps in the air with his other foot, kicking Jericho in the chest, pushing him into a back roll and off his ankle, in the same moment he suddenly makes the tag to the Anarchy Champion Eddie Vines who leaps in the ring and just rushes Jericho who is now back up, but Jericho swings for a clothesline, however Eddie ducks it and runs right across the ring slamming a forearm into the face of Devin Hawk knocking him right off the ring apron to the mats below before turning and running at Jericho, Dylan has no idea about the quickness of the Anarchy champion and turns moments to late for him to do anything as Eddie Vines leaps right into a lou phesz press but instead of biting just kneels over him and digs his teeth into the face of Jericho causing the people all over the arena to go absolutely nuts!!

Devin Hawk suddenly slides back in the ring and is furious, Eddie sees this and stands to meet him, Hawk rushes him but Eddie just drops to his back and causes Devin to fall throat first on the middle rope before he smiles sadistically at the sight of Hawk and just points to the fans before suddenly sinking his teeth right into the rear end of Devin causing him to scream out in pain as the fans go nuts with cheers and laughter, however the games are not funny for Jericho who just stands up holding his head, a treacle of blood coming from it, he turns to Eddie who is back to his feet and just runs at him grabbing his head as if for a neckbreaker but instead he seems to run up the turnbuckle, the momentum bringing him right up and over the body of Eddie before he hooks him by the neck on the way down, THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!!! JERICHO HITS IT!! Suddenly Andrew May runs across but Devin Hawk is back up and just boots him in the midsection before placing him between his legs and angrily shouting at the fans before suddenly he flips over the body of May who seems to flip right back over the body of Devin, BORROWED FATE!!! Andrew just lays motionless, his body twitching as Jericho hooks the leg of Eddie Vines, his hand in the air as the referee makes the count,

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The bell sounds as the boos ring out, Jericho’s music suddenly blasting through the speaker system as Devin smiles at him, the two high fiving in celebration before Devin walks across to Eddie, obviously annoyed about the cannibal biting his ass and just begins stomping away at the chest of the man, the official quickly there to push him away, the trash talk flying over the referee’s shoulder as the two men from Alpha Generation win impressively.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


SINK OR SWIM


A mixed ovation is heard from the fans, mostly cheers when the camera opens directly upon the face of Sean “Genocide” Johnson. He stands smack dab before the camera, with a rather serious expression on his face. He eyes his surroundings closely with the ULW symbol built into the wall behind him. The camera pans out to reveal Michelle Blacker at his side, clutching a microphone tightly and holding it up to his lips while he pivots between feet, eager for this upcoming main event.

Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Susie Moore standing by backstage with one of the participants in tonight’s King of the Mountain match, Sean “Genocide” Johnson.

A slight grin creeps across the face of Sean when a loud reaction cuts through the backstage area at the mere mention of his name.

Moore: Tonight Sean, you compete in what will be the biggest main event in perhaps Annihilation history, competing against four other men with ladders and hardcore element around every corner. What kind of risk will you be putting your body at tonight?

Sean only grins while shaking his head almost condescendingly.

Sean: Well, there’s always a great deal of risk Michelle, involved in all of these matches. But guess what, I’m the last person to concern myself with the thought of risk in any given situation. I act upon raw emotions, and no matter what the outcome, I do what I think needs to be done. And if it’s at the expense of my own well being, than so be it.

Michelle: With three hall of famers, and the Livewire Champion in this match, what do you think your chances are?

Johnson seems to find this question even more amusing.

Sean: I knew that question was coming Michelle, and the answer is simple. In this type of environment, with having to ascend ladders, it doesn’t matter if you’re a former World Champion, if you’re in the hall of fame, or if your holding stolen title belts, the King of the Mountain is the great equalizer. We’re all going into this match even, we’re all going into this thing with the same possibility of winn......

Hahahahaha!!

Sean stares up abruptly, his face twisted with anger as Jericho Dylan staggers forward into the camera’s frame, covered in sweat, exhausted from the match he just competed in. He seems to be laughing as hard as he can with Michelle stepping out of the way quickly. Jericho puts his hand on Sean’s shoulder, leaning forward into him before Johnson swipes it away, and puts on an intense expression.

Jericho: Sorry, tried to control myself, but couldn’t when I heard you say that you thought you had a possibility of winning this thing tonight. Which is pretty, pretty sad man.

Jericho slaps Sean on the chest once again in a playful manner, however Johnson looks anything but pleasant right now.

Dylan: I mean, face the facts man, your facing two former World Heavyweight Champions, a hall of famer in Lethal Weapon, and most importantly, the Livewire Champion Jackson Adams. What chance do you think you’ll have in hell of overcoming those type of odds, come off it pal. You should still be competing in matches you have a chance at winning, like fighting Gary Coleman or Screech from Saved by the Bell, at least then you actually have a chance, hahaha. Unlike at War of the Worlds, when you step into the ring with the absolute best.

Jericho casts his thumbs in the direction of his chest while Johnson rears his head back and begins to rub at his jaw, contemplating his response.

Johnson: Well, you know what Jericho, I say, we test that theory right now.

A confused expression befalls the exhausted Dylan’s face before Sean pops him across the jaw. The crowd on the inside of the arena goes nuts as Jericho was completely caught off guard, staggering backwards until the back of his head is grabbed. He is now ran face first into the steel arch around the interview area. The crowd is still going absolutely crazy while Sean chops Jericho across the chest now, knocking him backwards. Dylan looks out of it while Sean grabs him by the back of the head and begins to lead him down the corridor, the camera following. Sean pulls Jericho’s head back as they reach a thing of stacked crates and drives him down hard face first into it. Jericho’s eyes roll to the back of his sweaty head while Johnson grabs a hold of his noggin and begins to lead him towards the ring now.


RINGSIDE


The camera returns to the shocked faces of both Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas, unable to believe what they just witnessed it seems.

Dan: Wow, chaos erupting backstage ladies and gentlemen, in what is becoming another out of control night leading up to War of the Worlds this coming Sunday.

Mayne: I don’t believe there’s ever been this much chaos as there has been over the past few weeks here on Annihilation.

Douglas: And I think we’ve got only one group to blame for that, the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: Well, with every coup there comes some chaos Dan.

Dan: That may be true, but.....hey, look at this!

Jericho Dylan staggers through the curtains and now falls into a roll down the steel stage with the crowd cheering at the sight of Sean Johnson stepping out after him. Sean appears furious while he approaches Jericho, who is too winded from the match he just competed in to get his head straight or put up any form of defense. Jericho gets to his hands and knees, beginning to crawl down the ramp before he stands up and turns towards Johnson, who rushes in and takes him down with a hard lariat. Jericho crashes on the back of his head on the ramp and rolls over backwards.

Douglas: Sean Johnson beating down Jericho Dylan, fighting him out here to the ring. I guess he was serious when he implied that he wanted to test Jericho’s theory right here tonight!

Mayne: Is this man insane!?! This proves nothing, Jericho was just in that tag match!

Jericho gets to his hands and knees, crawling away from Johnson who grabs him by the back of the head, standing him up quickly. He approaches the ring and slams Jericho’s face off the apron, causing him to back up into the waiting hands of Genocide. Johnson rolls Jericho into the ring under the ropes before hopping onto the apron and pointing at the turnbuckle. The crowd reacts with a huge wave of cheers while he begins to nod his head and approach the corner. Jericho is completely laid out in the center of the ring, covered in sweat and looking glassy eyed as Johnson starts up the corner, getting to the top rope. He gazes about at the fans, about to jump off when Jackson Adams hops onto the apron beside him, having rushed from the back with both the Livewire and Submission title belts around his waist. He places his hand to the backside of Johnson and shoves him off the turnbuckle sideways. The fans react with shock as Sean crashes sternum first into the barricade then crashes onto his back.

Douglas: Oh no, Jackson Adams saving Jericho here, shoving Johnson into that barricade!

Mayne: The Alpha Generation sticking together to take out the trash, hahahaha.

The fans are still screaming in anger while Sean lies on his back now, Jackson entering the ring and motioning for Jericho to take care of him right now. Dylan rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, still trying to get his head straight before he approaches Sean and stomps him to the sternum, then does it once again. Jackson appears proud of this while slapping the Livewire title around his waist, and the stolen Submission strap just beneath it. He now begins to yell with a loud pitch to his voice.

Adams: No body disrespects the Alpha Generation, or else we make you pay! Just like Nathan Creed, just like Isaac Saine, just like anyone who crosses our path!

Jackson is still laughing before the crowd starts to cheer loudly, none other than Isaac Saine rushing the squared circle. He slides in under the ropes behind Adams, who spins around once he hears the cheers of the fans. Isaac charges forward and lays Adams out with the lariat, taking him down to the canvas. A shocked Jackson stands up and turns around when Isaac blasts him to the sternum with the knife edge chop.

Douglas: Isaac Saine attacking Jackson Adams, he’s brutalizing this man just one week removed from what was suppose to be Isaac’s Livewire title shot at War of the Worlds.

Mayne: Adams is going to make him pay for this!

Jackson gets up and staggers into the cables, hitting them back first when Isaac rushes across the ring and lariats him over the top rope. Jackson flips over and crashes onto his back upon the mats with the fans going absolutely insane. Isaac backs up, appearing furious, he doesn’t even notice something going on on the rampway. Pitt is stepping towards the ring with a chain, pulling on it and a leash that is connected to the throat of Aurora Rose. She complies as she is dragged to the ring like a dog by Pitt. Jackson stands up on the outside of the ring, looking shocked as he backs into the ropes, fury setting into his features as he realizes Isaac just took him out of the squared circle and humiliated him once again. Isaac bends forward and motions for him to enter the ring only for Pitt to tie up Aurora to the turnbuckle with the chain then roll in himself.

Douglas: Oh no, Isaac, look out, look out, Pitt is behind you!

Mayne: This isn’t good!

Isaac turns around when Pitt rushes forward and catches him with a big boot to the face. He is knocked down hard to the canvas with Pitt towering over him, looking truly sadistic. Jackson spots this and now motions for something from the back, calling for somebody to come out. The crowd erupts into boos as official Stuart Wright charges towards the ring, Adams turning and yelling for the bell to be rang and to get this match started.


PITT VS. ISAAC SAINE


Douglas: I can’t believe this, this match is actually getting started like this!

Mayne: Obviously, Adams thought it should, so it is, hahaha!

Adams steps around the ring, being joined by Jericho at the bottom of the ramp as security comes out and steps between himself and the down Sean Johnson. They begin to force both men towards the back while Isaac is being stomped away at by Pitt. The imposing force grabs Isaac by the hair and drags him to his feet before taking him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Isaac turns and reverse it though, instead sending Pitt into the cables. Saine turns and bends forward when Pitt stops short of him and kicks him straight to the sternum. Isaac stands up straight and begins to stagger when Pitt slaps his bicep and charges in with a lariat. Isaac ducks it and hooks his arm at the same time. He steps around behind his back and catches the other arm as well, going for what looks like a full nelson.

Pitt reaches back with his leg though, locking it around Isaac’s and then performing a standing switch. He gets behind the back of Saine, hooking up both of his arms in the full nelson of his own before Isaac charges forward across the ring. He drops down, causing Pitt to be launched face first into the turnbuckle. He bounces off and begins to stagger backwards when Saine catches him with the school boy.

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Isaac breaks the pin and stands up, grabbing both legs of Pitt and dropping in reverse, catapulting him chest first into the turnbuckle. Pitt bounces off hard, beginning to stumble in reverse while Isaac gets to his feet and catches him around the neck. He already has him in the cobra clutch, looking for the Psychotic Episode. Dementia ducks down though and slides free of the arms, getting behind Isaac’s back in the process and wrapping his arms around his waist. He has him in position for the German before Isaac charges forward into the cables, reaching out and grabbing a hold of them. Pitt drops back into a reverse roll straight onto his feet when Isaac turns around and rushes straight at him. Pitt catches Isaac though and swings around into an absolutely brutal spinning powerslam.

Douglas: This match moving very quickly, both of these men trying to end this contest as fast as possible.

Mayne: I can understand why Isaac would want to do it, since he weights so much and may just keel over from a heart attack at any moment.

Isaac reaches for his spine while Pitt buries his forearm into his throat, holding him down for the pinfall.

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Isaac gets his shoulder up as Pitt rises to his knees, flashing his fangs only briefly then trying to quickly cover them up with his lips. He stands up and stomps at the back of Isaac’s head brutally before backing into the cables. He comes back in and drops down, planting his knee into the back of Isaac’s neck, causing him to flop on the canvas like a fish. Isaac rolls onto his spine while Pitt backs into the cables yet again. He comes back in and lifts his elbow into the air, dropping it to the sternum of Saine. Isaac tries to cover up while obviously looking to be in a bit of pain, starting to sit up on the canvas. As he does, Pitt scoots up behind him and interlocks his hands around his jaw, pulling back on it while burying his knee into his spine. He has him in a rear chin lock now, really putting pressure on the back and the neck of Saine. He flashes those fangs once more in the direction of Aurora, smiling while the young woman watches on, not sure it seems who she should be supporting in this contest. Her heart being tugged in a million different directions.

Isaac refuses to stay down though, starting to will his way up to his feet with all of his strength while Pitt holds onto the rear chin lock. He is really applying it when Isaac turns around though and drives an elbow into his gut, then does it once more. Pitt breaks the rear chin lock but digs his fingers into the eye holes of Isaac’s mask, raking them violently. Isaac turns away from Pitt, who grabs the back of his neck and charges him face first into the top rope. Isaac bounces off and turns around to face Pitt, who steps in and chops him stiffly across the chest. Isaac tries to cover up from the blistering shot to his chest by Pitt, but he pushes his arms aside and hits another hard chop to his sternum. Saine’s legs kick into the air as a result before Pitt pulls his hand back and goes for a third chop. Isaac ducks it as Pitt turns and finds his back facing the turnbuckle now. Saine grabs him by the back of the head and begins to throw forearm after forearm into the side of his face. The crowd is going nuts with each hard strike to the skull of Pitt, who is now taken by the wrist and whipped across the ring. Pitt reverses it though and instead sends Isaac charging into the turnbuckle. Saine turns and hits the corner hard back first before Pitt rushes in with a head full of steam. Isaac gets his foot up straight into his jaw though. The crowd cheering at the sight of this while Pitt is knocked through a loop.

Isaac turns and climbs up the turnbuckle now, getting to the top rope rather quickly for a man of his size and then jumping off backwards. Isaac moonsaults beautifully right onto the shoulder of Pitt. Both men are taken down hard to the canvas with Isaac landing on top of him.

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Pitt kicks out while turning onto his side, an absolutely shocked glint in his eyes.

Douglas: What a moonsault by Isaac Saine, you talk about a thing of beauty. That’s what makes this man so lethal. He’s big, but he’s agile.

Mayne: Well, if the match between him and Jackson were still happening at War of the Worlds, you could rest assure that JA would find a way to take care of that problem.

Isaac gets to his feet with the fans still screaming, Pitt rolling onto his knees, trying to stand up. Isaac pops him across the jaw with a stiff right hand that echos throughout the arena, before doing it one more time. Pitt can barely remain on his knees when Saine rushes into the ropes at his side. He bounces off and comes back in, going for the knee lift when Pitt stands up and turns his back to Isaac’s. He swings around behind Saine and catches both of his arms, pulling him down into the backslide.

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Isaac rolls over in reverse onto his knees and stands up, charging into the cables at Pitt’s side. As soon as Pitt rises to a kneeling base, Saine catches him with a stiff knee to the jaw. Pitt is taken off of his feet, landing on his back upon the canvas before Saine turns and falls on top of him for the pinfall.

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Pitt kicks out with the fans screaming, thinking that Isaac was going to get the pinfall there for a second. Aurora doesn’t seem to know what to think of what is transpiring here, running her hands through her hair as Pitt came within seconds of being beaten by Isaac just then. Pitt gets into a crawling base when Isaac grabs his arm, sticking it out to his side and then steps over it. He turns to face Pitt, putting his arm in almost a hammerlock with his legs and then jumping forward. He catches Pitt around the neck and the thigh, pulling him over into a pinfall.

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Pitt kicks out again, dropping over onto his knees rather quickly. As soon as he does, Isaac turns with his body and applies a front gantry, standing up and yanking Pitt up onto his feet. He grabs the back of his attire and lifts Pitt into the air only for him to counter by driving a knee into the face of Saine while he was turned upside down. Isaac drops Pitt feet first onto the canvas before Saine rushes forward and is caught under the arm of his opponent. Pitt swings around and plants Isaac to the ring with the black hole slam. The fans respond with a huge collection of cheers while Pitt hooks the leg of Isaac, realizing he may have the pin here.

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Isaac hooks both of Pitt’s arms from behind and turns, pulling him over into a crucifix pinfall.

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Pitt kicks out with the fans going nuts, shocked over the nearfalls in this contest.

Douglas: Some close nearfalls between Isaac Saine and Pitt. This has turned into quite the match, wouldn’t you agree Billy?

Mayne: These guys are going back and forth like a seesaw, but it’s only a matter of time before Pitt finds that right move to finish off Isaac Saine.

The crowd is still cheering while Saine gets to his feet and grabs the rising Pitt around the neck. He turns him around, going for a reverse neckbreaker when Pitt drops down out of position for it. His back slides down the spine of Isaac before he catches him around the waist and tries to roll him up in reverse into the sunset flip pin almost. Isaac keeps his feet beneath him though, flailing both arms before he reaches down and slaps one of Pitt’s hands away from his leg. He steps around the other one now and grabs the wrist of Pitt that was still gripping his attire. He uses it, to bridge Pitt back up to his feet while bent over backwards, Saine wrapping his arm around his neck. He drops him right back down into the reverse DDT, the crowd responding with a loud collection of cheers.

Douglas: What a counter by Isaac!

Pitt’s legs raise into the air as Isaac hooks them, going for the pin.

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Pitt gets his shoulder up, turning onto his side with a very dazed expression on his face. The crowd is still very excited over what they’ve already witnessed between these two men. Pitt is shaking his head while he forces himself up onto his feet, Isaac stepping in and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike, then doing the same thing once more. Pitt is almost taken down to the canvas while Isaac grabs him by the wrist and backs him into the ropes. He launches him off now into the opposite cables. Pitt comes back in when Isaac catches him around the waist, going for the belly to belly suplex. Pitt breaks this though by sinking his fangs into the nose of Isaac, breaking through even his mask to do it. Isaac begins to yell in tremendous pain before Pitt grabs him by the back of the head and bends him forward into the front gantry, dropping back into a lethal DDT. Isaac bounces off and rolls onto his back while Pitt sits on the canvas, proud of himself with blood on his fangs.

Mayne: That’s one way to counter a belly to belly suplex!

Douglas: And not the best way either.

Billy: Says you.

Isaac is on his back while Pitt forces himself up onto his feet, appearing winded as he approaches the turnbuckle. He slides through the ropes and quickly scales the ropes, getting to the top one. Isaac can barely move as Pitt flies off the top rope, extending his arms out to his sides and soaring through the air before crashing on top of Saine with the big splash. The crowd is shocked by how much air time he got as the official drops down to make the count, Pitt still on top of Saine.

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Isaac kicks out yet again, the crowd reacting with a huge showing of support. Pitt rises to his knees and stares threateningly at the official Wright, before rising to his feet and motioning in a disturbing, centered manner for Isaac to get up. Saine begins to roll over finally, starting to progress upward to a standing base when Pitt steps in and grabs him by the hair. As soon as he does, Isaac spins his body around, getting free of Pitt’s grip and stepping behind his back. He catches Pitt’s arms and pulls them across his throat before snapping back into the Psychotic Episode. The crowd is cheering wildly while Pitt looks to be in disbelief. Isaac rolls over, keeping him in the cobra clutch while Aurora covers her eyes, not sure if she should be enjoying this or horrified. Isaac gets to his feet, pulling Pitt up with the fans still screaming their heads off, everyone going insane.

Isaac is about to hit it for a third time when Pitt mule kicks him straight to the testicles, blatantly in front of the official. Wright spots this and turns, calling for the bell while Pitt falls to his hands and knees, Isaac grabbing his testicles and tumbling to the canvas well on his side.

Douglas: No, dammit, Pitt just got himself disqualified with that low blow to Isaac Saine!

Mayne: Damn these official’s double standard. They disqualify some people from that crap, and then don’t do it other times, it makes me sick.

Pitt crawls into the cables, Aurora watching on with her jaw having dropped in shock over what just happened. Dementia steps through the curtains now, approaching the ring with a slight smirk on his face, enjoying what he just witnessed. Isaac is still gripping his testicles in severe pain while he rolls across the canvas.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



BE VERY QUIET, WE’RE HUNTING CONRAD


The camera opens on Jackson Adams, Devin Hawk, Too Magnificent and Jericho Dylan all marching through the back now. Jericho and Jackson seem particularly pissed off about what just happened as they move towards the ring, leading the foursome of superstars. As they move closer and closer to the camera, passing several individuals and stacked crates, Jackson’s annoyance seems to be growing.

Adams: I don’t get this shit, first Too Magnificent and I couldn’t find Conrad Gray at all back here tonight, then Isaac disrespects me by yet again putting his hands on me!

Devin: This disrespect is getting unacceptable, something needs to be done now!

The Spectacular Adams stops to stare over his shoulder, nodding angrily towards Hawk.

Jackson: Your damn straight, no body crosses the Alpha Generation, nobody. And since Isaac seems to think he can put his hands on me week after week with their being no repercussions, I’ll just have to grant him that Livewire title shot at War of the Worlds, and show him just how mistaken he truly is! But first things first, we take care of Conrad Gray. I don’t care if we have to tear this building apart, we’ll find whatever crack that roach is hiding in and stomp him.....

Jericho places his hand to the chest of Adams, bring him and the entire group behind him to an abrupt halt. There seems to be some resentment from Adams over being brought to his type of halt as Jericho points with his other hand at someone off camera. The lens turns to reveal a gentlemen with his shoulder pressed against a wall and his back facing them. He’s dressed in a fine, expensive suit with his hair slicked back and a cell phone pressed to his ear. Jericho and Jackson both turn towards one another now and nod, realizing that they’ve stumbled across the one and only Conrad Gray.

Devin rubs his hands together eagerly, while Too Magnificent licks his chops, looking excited. With a quick motion Jackson tells everyone to hunker down and step forward slowly. All four men begins to step forward at a very slow pace, about to get their hands on Conrad Gray, who still has his back turned towards them.

Adams: Grab him!

Too Magnificent grabs Conrad around the arms quickly, causing him to drop his cell phone as he is turned around to face the mob. Jericho immediately steps in and begins to slug him repeatedly to the face while Adams kicks him to the gut several times. Devin is about to step in with a closed fist when he stops, his eyes opening widely. The same confused expressions befall the faces of both Jackson and Jericho as they gaze into the shocked face of Conrad Gray. He is still being held up while Conrad shakes his head in a very dazed state.

Adams: What the hell? It’s Crazy Eddie Mitchell!

Jackson’s frustration continues to grow while he slips his hand down his face.

Eddie: Was just dressing to impress Desolation....

Slobber spills from the almost out cold body of Eddie before Too Magnificent just lets him go and allows him to drop to the concrete hard. All four men glance at each other and slowly just shrug their shoulders.

Jericho: Oh well, let’s just keep looking.

Jackson and Jericho start off after Too Magnificent, who walked away in agitation. The camera turns down to the finely dressed Eddie, who was trying to impress Desolation with his style when Devin steps on his stomach nonchalantly and walks off. Crazy is left lying crumbled into a ball on the concrete, in a great deal of pain.


AURORA ROSE VS. NATHAN CREED


The crowd is still booing on the inside of the arena at the sight of Isaac Saine resting on his knees upon the canvas in a very battered, brutalized state. His head hangs to his side, with barely any life left in his eyes. Dementia is behind his back with rope binding his arms together and Pitt driving fists repeatedly into his face, still holding the chain that is connected to Aurora’s neck. She is standing in the corner now, not sure what to think of what she’s seeing.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, this chaos still consuming the ring all throughout the commercial break and what was transpiring backstage. Isaac still being assaulted by Pitt and Dementia after that intense one on one match.

Mayne: And boy what a beating it has been. They have his hands tied behind his back, leaving him completely and utterly exposed.

Douglas: This is just completely uncalled for.

Aurora is shaking her in the background when Pitt turns around and begins to pull on the chain, yanking Rose towards him. He points down at Isaac in the kneeling position while Rose crosses her arms over her leather black dress and school girl skirt. Pitt is beginning to yell rather furiously now while casting his finger into the dazed face of Isaac.

Pitt: Finish him off, finish him off right now dammit!

Aurora shakes her head, explaining that she doesn’t want to do it while Isaac’s groggy eyes gaze out upon her from the holes of his mask.

Pitt: I said finish him off!!

There is still great hesitation from Aurora who begins to ball up her fists, giving into the demands of Pitt. Dementia looks excited to see what she’ll do when the crowd erupts into cheers. From the backstage area now rushes Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed.

Douglas: Here comes Brooks, and Creed, coming out to Isaac’s aid!!

Mayne: Nobody can mind their own business around here anymore.

Pitt quickly removes the chain from the leash around Aurora’s neck, freeing her so that she can go after Nathan who is sliding into the ring. Creed stands up and immediately begins to exchange shots with Rose, the two really coming to blows with one another. Robin rushes at Dementia and kicks him hard under the jaw, knocking him onto his back before he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Pitt has exited the squared circle, walking around it and keeping his eyes on the action, seemingly disinterested with fighting Robin or Creed, more amused it seems to spectate that anything.

Robin approaches the cables and grabs the top rope, pulling herself over into a crossbody right on top of Dementia, taking them both down hard to the mats. Isaac has rolled to the outside of the ring, freeing his hands throughout the process while Nathan is drilling Aurora to the face repeatedly, backing her up into the turnbuckle with each hard blow to the skull. An official slides into the ring and motions for the bell to start this match with Nathan now chopping Aurora across the chest as she falls back first into the turnbuckle.

Aurora leans back first against the corner when Nathan steps in and blasts her to the side of the head with a forearm strike. He then connects with a kick to her gut, followed by another shot, and then a third blow. Nathan grabs Aurora by the back of the head, dragging her out of the corner and then delivering a European Uppercut to her jaw. Aurora flies back first into the corner once more when Nathan grabs her by the wrist, trying to whip her across the ring. Aurora turns and places the breaks on it though, instead dragging Creed forward into a drop toe hold. Nathan is planted hard across the canvas before Rose stands up and rushes at the ropes at his side. She springs into the air, landing on the second rope feet first and then moonsaulting over backwards. Nathan rolls out of the way though as Aurora lands on her feet in front of the Future. Creed steps in and grabs the back of her legs, lifting them into the air. Aurora falls onto her back and then rolls over in reverse straight onto her feet. She then bolts forward and connects with a step up enzugari to the back of Nathan’s head. Creed ducks her foot though and then grabs a hold of it while she falls onto her stomach. Nathan lifts her leg up into the air, aplying the ankle lock while the fans start to put their hands together.

Robin is fighting with Dementia to the backstage area now while Pitt backs up the ramp, shaking his head over what he is seeing. Rose tries to scramble towards the ropes when she suddenly rolls forward, sending Nathan flying into the cables. Creed grabs the top one and jumps gracefully over it though, directly onto the opposite side. Aurora stands up when Nathan springs onto the top rope and flies forward at Aurora, blasting her to the jaw with a huge flying forearm strike. Aurora is taken down hard to the canvas while Nathan rolls across the ring, shouting for the fans to get up while they do so, everyone going nuts.

Douglas: Nathan getting this crowd fired up.

Mayne: Fired up for a disappointment!

Nathan turns towards Aurora, who has risen to her knees and then grabs her wrist, sticking it out to her side. He swings around under her arm now, applying the arm ringer before he kicks her hard to the bicep. Aurora tries to hold on before she gets to her feet and now turns around so that her back is facing Creed. She pulls his wrist that is clutching her own into the side of her body, breaking it away from her own, and then stepping to his side. She bends him forward into the side headlock submission, really squeezing at his neck while the fans boo at the sight of this. Creed steps back though, grabbing her arm and pinning it behind her spine, locking in the hammerlock before reaching out and catching her around the jaw. He pulls her around to face him and then grabs her around the head, twisting it with the neck cravat. He begins to twist at her noggin several times before Aurora places her foot to the back of Creed’s knee, pushing it down and causing him to drop to a kneeling base. As soon as he does, Aurora lifts her leg into the air and steps over Nathan’s head, swinging around out of the hold, freeing her head. She turns to face the back of Creed before jumping into the air and dropkicking him to the back of his noggin. The crowd groans at the sound of the stiff strike which takes Creed down to the canvas. He reaches for the back of his head while Aurora gets up and bolts at the ropes, landing on the second cable and moonsaulting off right onto Nathan, finally connecting with the move she missed earlier. She hooks Creed’s leg quickly.

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Nathan gets his shoulder off the canvas, while Aurora falls onto her back, immediately becoming very angry. She slaps the canvas in spite before standing up and approaching Creed, who has gotten to his knees. She bends down, grabbing him by the neck and applying her own neck cravat, really twisting at his skull. Creed begins to push himself up onto his feet slowly before he grabs the arm around his neck and then swings around with his body. He frees his head and gets around behind the back of Rose, locking up both of her arms, placing her in the full nelson position. Aurora reaches around with her leg though, locking it around behind Creed’s, keeping him from connecting with any high impact move. Robin pulls a standing switch and gets behind Nathan, before dropping down into a backwards roll. She pulls Creed over in reverse, rolling him onto the back of his shoulders while Rose sits on the back of his thighs.

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Creed grabs the back of Rose’s school girl skirt and pulls it down, dragging her on top of his stomach and chest. He wraps his arms around her waist throughout the process before rolling over sideways. The crowd begins to cheer when Creed stands up, holding Aurora in a German suplex position. She begins to fight that too though, slapping the wrists of Creed away and then spinning around into a roaring elbow. Nathan grabs her arm though and tries to force her down into what looks like the crossface.

Mayne: Dammit, fight this Aurora, fight this!

Douglas: She’s going to be forced to tap if Nathan can get this locked in!

Aurora rolls forward across the canvas with Nathan still holding onto her wrist before she turns in a circle across her back. She gets her foot up into the forearm of Nathan and kicks it away, causing Creed to turn in a semi circle, his back facing Rose. Aurora gets up and catches him by the back of the tights, rolling him up into a school boy quickly.

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Nathan kicks out and then rolls over backwards, grabbing the wrist of Aurora that was holding him in the school boy. He drags her to a standing base and then swings around behind the back of her arm, once again trying to apply the crossface. Aurora reaches down and grabs the back of Creed’s ankle, lifting it up into the air though and causing him to drop onto his back. Aurora holds him around the ankle and then pulls it over backwards, causing him to roll in reverse. Creed gets onto his feet when Aurora grabs him around the neck, going for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction). She rushes at the cables when Nathan pulls his head free and grabs her around the waist, dropping back into the German suplex. The crowd goes nuts while Nathan rolls over with the German position still locked in. He yanks Aurora up to her feet, about to hit the move when Rose elbows him to the side of the face, and then hooks her arm around his neck. She bends it forward and catches him around the neck, locking in the bulldog once more and then rushing at the cables. She steps up them going for the Sinful Desires before he places his hands to her back, launching her into a reverse flip over his shoulder. Aurora lands on her feet behind Creed, who turns around when Rose spins around, catching him hard to the gut with a kick.

Creed bends forward, reaching for his stomach when Aurora rushes into the cables at his side. She jumps onto the second one, springing off and turning in mid-air. Nathan turns around when Aurora catches him around the neck, swinging around into a brutal DDT. Nathan is planted head first into the canvas before he flops over onto his back. Rose gets to her knees and dives into the cover quickly, hooking his leg.

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Nathan kicks out to cheers from the sold out crowd. Aurora sits up, bitting into her lower lip with anger before she rises to her feet and grabs Nathan around the neck. She rolls him onto his knees and slaps on a front gantry before pulling him up to a standing position. She points at the top rope and rushes at it quickly. She steps up the cables when Creed pushes her off though and causes her to spill to the outside of the ring. She crashes hard into the mats before rolling onto her back, looking out of it. Nathan turns and spots her slowly beginning to rise to her feet on the outside of the ring. Her body is badly battered before Creed rushes across the ring and dives through the ropes, going for the suicide dive headbunt. Creed hits her and overshoots her at the same time though, turning upside and slamming back first into the barricade. He falls onto his side upon the mats, yelling out in pain while reaching for his spine, the crowd going nuts over what they just witnessed. Neither athlete is moving on the mats now while the official steps in and starts a ten count.

Douglas: What a suicide dive by Creed taking out Aurora Rose! These two athletes have almost killed each other now in this fast paced, intense one on one confrontation!

Mayne: There’s some personal issues brewing between these two, being solidified in this match, evident by the way, crossing fingers now, I hope Creed just broke his back to get the advantage on Aurora.

Nathan and Rose continue to lie on the canvas, neither individual moving still after the brutality of that last dive. Creed is reaching for his spine in tremendous pain while the official is still continuing a ten count. The Future and Aurora begin to stir though, the two beginning to stand up slowly. Their bodies are obviously aching while they get to their feet. Creed slugs Aurora across the side of the face, knocking her backwards before Rose counters with a chop to his sternum. Aurora rushes forward and lariats Nathan over the barricade now, the two spilling into the crowd with the fans all going insane while clearing out of the way.

Douglas: Oh no, the match spilling into the sea of humanity now!

Nathan gets to his feet in the crowd, reaching for his back when Aurora springs onto the barricade and then flies off with a crossbody right on top of Creed, taking him down to the concrete, the fans going nuts. Pitt continues to watch on, just shaking his head slightly. The official has now reached an 8 count in the center of the ring, with both athletes not even caring as they get to their feet in the sea of humanity, still battling it out. The official steps towards the ropes once more, counting to nine now.

Mayne: Hey wait a minute, get back in the ring, get back in the ring!

Douglas: They’re both about to be counted out!

Neither Nathan nor Aurora care about being disqualified as they battle through the crowd, viciously fighting it out. Nathan slugs Aurora to the face while she chops him to the chest, everyone going nuts before the official steps in and counts to ten, official counting out both men. He turns and calls for the bell.

Douglas: Dammit, both Nathan and Aurora have been counted out due to this brewing animosity between them!

Mayne: This show just continues to get even more chaotic by the second.

Aurora and Nathan are still brawling through the crowd, the fans clearing out of the way while this exchange of fists continue between both individuals, the crowd still screaming loudly.


THE FINAL STEP IN IMPRESSING THE CHAMPION


”The Icon” Orlando Cruze stands directly in front of the camera with the crowd just unleashing pure negativity at the mere sight of him. He stares off into the heavens with a very intense expression on his face, his eyes gazing through some rather expensive shades. He is dressed and ready to go for the number one contenders match just a few short minutes away. The camera pans out slowly to reveal Michelle Blacker yet again standing in front of the interview area with a microphone held up to her lips.

Michelle: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Michelle Blacker backstage yet again, this time joined by the former three time World Heavyweight Champion, Orlando Cruze.

A long chorus of boos are heard throughout the arena which just causes a slight grin to filter into the features of Cruze.

Blacker: Tonight, Orlando, you go into a King of the Mountain match against four other top ULW talents. What are you impressions on this match, and your chances......

Immediately Cruze opens his palm and sticks it out like a brick wall in front of the face of Michelle, who acts a bit taken aback by the gesture. He reaches out with his other hand and snatches the microphone from her grip before lifting it to his own lips and quickly removing the glasses from the bridge of his nose.

Orlando: Why don’t you ask me some real questions Michelle, why don’t you ask me how I feel about Desolation creating this whole Impress the Champion series just to try and keep me and him apart, to keep me from getting what I deserve.

Cruze stares penetratingly at Michelle, who simply shrugs her shoulders.

Cruze: Oh, that’s right, I forgot you all just ask the same questions every single time. Well, I’m not going to stand here and go through the same old boring question and answer routine that you want to force on me. Instead, I’m going to say what I want to talk about, I’m going to let those back stabbers out there hear the answers to the questions they really want to know. So get your anorexic ass out of here before I use as a toothpick.

Michelle isn’t going to wait around to make sure the intense Cruze is serious, quickly backing away off camera with her hands held out in front of herself. Cruze turns his eyes back towards the camera, looking even more focused than ever.

Orlando: I know what you all want to hear, rather or not Orlando is going to keep playing by the retarded rules of these matches that have been laid down before him, by a man I have no respect for, Desolation. The answer is simple, no! I’m not going to be controlled any longer, I’m not going to bow and curtsey to anyone’s wishes. I did it for far too long for you people, and where has it gotten me this year, nowhere. Until I started playing by my own rules, which is exactly what I’m going to do tonight. I will be the number one contender, and I will become the World Champion, because I’m no longer living up to your people’s standards, I’m no longer going to tolerate your control, or Desolation’s control over me. Needless to say, if he expects Orlando to play nicely, then he’s sadly mistaken, just like all of you watching at home, and all of you seated in the arena. I’ll do what I want, and I’ll do it as many times as it takes till that World title is around my waist for the fourth time. Nobody, not Desolation, and especially not the people in this match are going to keep that belt off my waist any longer. You hear me, nobody.......

Suddenly Lethal Weapon’s face comes into the camera’s view, stepping up beside him with a smug grin on his face. Orlando has frozen entirely, his features tensing up while Lethal scans over him with his eyes, still smirking rather widely while his arms are crossed over his sternum. Orlando slowly begins to turn towards him as both the Legend and the Icon’s eyes meet, the crowd on the inside of the arena going absolutely insane. At first Cruze backs down, but then steps right back up into the face of the Legend, both men not moving an inch. Lethal still wears a grin on his face as a result of Orlando’s confidence.

Lethal: Nobody, huh? Nobody is going to stop you, you say?

Orlando thinks for a second, and then begins to nod his head.

Weapon: That’s funny, because I thought I was in this match for the number one contendership too, and I’m certainly not a nobody. Therefore, you should be re-evaluating your confidence in victory, and whatever you’ve got planned for this match. If I were you, I’d seriously think twice about crossing me tonight.

Weapon begins to turn away from a rather speechless Orlando before snapping his fingers and turning his eyes back towards the Icon.

Lethal: Oh yeah, in terms of your little offer that you made during the week, let’s just say I’ll give you an answer tonight in this match.

Lethal pokes Cruze hard in the chest with his index finger before turning and strolling away. Orlando’s face is blood red while he takes several intense, deep breaths, the camera focused on his face.

Orlando: You had better make the right choice Lethal.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



WAR OF THE WORLDS


As the show comes back from commercial break the CD cover for Three Days Grace’s latest album takes up the forefront of the camera. The lyrics of “Pain” from their CD playing in the background while Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne can be heard in the background.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back and what your listening to now are lyrics from “Pain” by Three Days Grace, the official themesong for War of the Worlds, and what an event it is shaping up to be this Sunday.

A graphic flashes across the screen now, which features Hurse with a sanitizer can, spraying it around him with the Submission title over his shoulder, Too Magnificent occupying the other side of the screen with a frightening expression on his twisted features.

Mayne: Oh, you’ve got that right Billy, there are some huge matches this Sunday. One of which being, one that can actually change depending on this match outcome, as former friends Too Magnificent and Hurse will clash in a street fight!

Douglas: That match should be all types of intense, all out insanity in fact after everything that has transpired between them. But what about Lethal Weapon going one on one with Devin Hawk!

Another image replaces the one that was just on the screen, now showcasing Lethal Weapon with a condescending expression on his face as he turns towards the camera. Devin Hawk is on the other side of the screen giving a threatening stare to the camera.

Mayne: Lethal holds Devin responsible for what Baine did to him several months ago, and as a result we’ll see these two clash at War of the Worlds.

Douglas: It should be nothing short of a slugfest between those two, and I doubt either man will come out the same after they’ve finished with one another.

Another screen overtakes this one, this time featuring Robin Brooks hopping up and down in excitement while Nathan Creed stands at her side, staring down into the Xtreme title belt. Dementia is on the other side of the screen, holding his wrist and holding two fingers into the air from his gripped hand, while Aurora Rose is located at his side. She kicks her hair back and runs her hands through it.

Dan: Just announced is an intergender tag match at War of the Worlds as well, with Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks teaming up to face Dementia and Aurora Rose.

Mayne: That should be an intense, all out chaotic match between two teams who have been steadily getting at one another’s throats over the past few weeks.

Douglas: Indeed, but who can forget this high spirited match....

Sean Johnson now appears on the screen pointing at himself with an extended thumb and wearing a big grin on his face. Jericho Dylan has his back turned towards the camera before he spins around and makes a back handing motion.

Dan: Jericho Dylan to battle Sean Johnson in a match that has been building since Jericho’s return to the ULW, when he sided with the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: This all stems from Sean’s jealousy over those who get and deserve Livewire title shots. Jericho will teach him his place though at War of the Worlds.

Another image overtakes the screen, this time depicting Eddie Vines with the Anarchy title over his shoulder, standing on the opposite side of Andrew May. Eddie licks his lips and stares at the camera in a truly disturbing manner while Andrew May rubs his hands together and then puts up two fists in a fighting stance.

Douglas: At War of the Worlds we’re also going to see the Anarchy title on the line in a match that was just announced.

Mayne: That’s right, it’s going to be these two idiots Eddie Vines and Andrew May battling it out for the title, and get this Dan. The loser of this match can never compete for the Anarchy title again. Talk about huge!

Dan: Oh yeah, a lot more incentive for both men going into this one.

Finally the screen is replaced with an image of Jackson Adams kissing the Livewire title belt, while staring from the corner of his eye at the camera. Isaac Saine is shown extending both his open palms out towards the camera while he tilts his head in a deranged manner.

Dan: Just confirmed as well, Jackson Adams will put the Livewire title on the line against Isaac Saine, and boy oh boy, have I ever been waiting for this one.

Mayne: The last two times these guys have stepped in the ring, Isaac has cheated to leave Adams a bloody mess, but finally, Jackson will get his much deserved revenge against Isaac one on one with the title on the line.

Douglas: We’ll see, and finally, the big one....

Desolation appears, yawning on the screen with the World title over his shoulder. A black void with a question mark is shown beside him.

Mayne: For the last time, at War of the Worlds, we’ll see Desolation walking in with the World Championship over his shoulder.

Douglas: That’s another broad speculation. Anyway, the World Heavyweight Championship will be on the line when Desolation defends it against the King of the Mountain match. Man, what a War of the Worlds this should be, with several huge matches already decided.

Billy: I can’t wait till War of the Worlds this Sunday on Pay-Per-View.


ULW KING OF THE MOUNTAIN


The camera shifts to the ring where a penalty box has now been set up next to it. It’s walls are made of chain link fencing, with red steel beams lining its edges. A case hangs above the ring from a cable that shoots up into the rafters. Ladders are now set up along the barricades as well.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, it’s time for the King of the Mountain match and what a match it should be as five individuals compete for the number one contendership. The rules are simple, climb the ladder, grab the case, become number one contender. But here’s what makes this modified version of the King of the Mountain so unique. If someone pins you, or forces you to submit, you go into the penalty box for two minutes, severally limiting your chance of becoming number one contender.

Mayne: Do you ever shut up so I can get a word in edgewise. You know this match is only designed to do one thing, and that’s weaken Desolation’s opponents enough to make them easy pickings at War of the Worlds.

The crowd starts to cheer as Desolation’s entrance music hits the PA system once again. The World Champion doesn’t make his usual trek through the crowd though, instead emerging through the curtains with the belt over his shoulder and a pear of gym pants being his only other clothing. He looks rather tired from the match earlier while approaching the ring, the crowd still cheering and going nuts over his presence. Marching out behind him is none other than Bob and Ron, both men dressed in referee shirts while marching towards the ring. Desolation rolls in under the ropes and is handed the microphone by the official.

Douglas: It looks like the champ has a few things to say before this match progresses.

Mayne: If only we could avoid these interactions with Desolation. Is human poaching still illegal?

Dan: Yeah, and I think they still call that murder.

Desolation has a microphone while he steps around the ring now with Bob and Ron at ringside.

Desolation: Well, here it is in all its so called glory, the King of the Mountain match, one that I’ll apathetically be sitting at ringside to watch throughout its duration. Here’s hoping it doesn’t last long, and if it does that we don’t get one of those classic match finishes with fifty thousand interferences. Ha, who am I kidding, this is ULW after all, the federation known for overbooking. Anyhow, I just wanted to come out here and make one last announcement. I’ve hand selected two people to serve as enforcers in this match to take those who are pinned or submitted to the penalty box for two minutes. These two people, who were willing to work for the money I was offering, which actually wasn’t money, just naked pictures of Captain Janeway and hams stuffed with glazed donuts, were both Bob and Ron. Therefore, this powerful, yet at times utterly pathetic duo will handle the difficult task of wrangling any stray cattle, that was a metaphor for pinned wrestlers in case anyone in the back couldn’t understand, which pretty much means nobody did. And that’s it ladies and gentlemen, allow the match to start, and the high spots to flow aplenty.

Desolation drops the microphone and approaches the ropes, slipping through them and dropping to the mats, with Ron and Bob taking their stances on both sides of the ring.

Mayne: Could that announcement have been anymore pointless?

Douglas: It could of if Desolation was dancing around a sombrero, singing peanut butter jelly time.

Mayne: Your talking privileges are hereby revoked.

Desolation slides into a chair next to the time keeper to watch the upcoming match.

The pulsating beat of the drums triggers the sound of "This is the new shit" by Marylin Manson as a countdown begins on the screen, green lasers are circling in a clockwise fashion on the steel rampway, before suddenly fireworks explode from the stage area as the green lasers turn there angle so there lights are shining across the masses of fans all around the arena, many showing a huge respectful cheer for Lethal Weapon as the images of his past matches and feuds begins to show on the big screen. Suddenly the curtains pull aside and Weapon stands in the entrance way, his body glimmering under the stage lights, his eyes focused solely on the ring and the proposed victory ahead of him, he takes a deep breath and stretches his arms out to his side before walking slowly down the ramp ignoring the fans either side of him who try to reach out and touch his huge biceps. The blasting sound of Marylin Manson just seems to hype him up further his head nodding to the music before he leaps onto the ring apron and glares through the ropes at his opponent, his eyes are fiercesome as if staring a hole right through the man across from him, however he seems unphased and just stands on the apron before climbing through the ropes into the ring his arm suddenly thrusting into the air as he turns to the fans in the stands and closes his eyes to there reaction, he then drops his arm as the fans prepare for another exciting matchup.

Douglas: Here is a man who is very, very hungry tonight I imagine, a hall of famer, a man who has never held the World Heavyweight title. Tonight, will give him the opportunity to get his first shot at the championship in quite some time. It’s funny, really to think about it, that Lethal has been in the ULW off and on again for so long, and yet has never held the belt.

Mayne: Any belt for that matter, which I find even more funny. The man may consider himself a favorite tonight, but I’m quite inclined to disagree with that assessment. Lethal is useless in every way, he never gives anything back to this company, and he never ever has accomplished a single worthwhile thing in this company if you ask me.

Dan: That’s why I didn’t, and never would ask your opinion.

Sean Johnson’s entrance music now hits the PA system with the fans getting to their feet. Through the curtains rushes Genocide, who turns in circles, pointing out over the fans who are really showing their support for him. He holds his sternum a bit though after the damage done to it earlier. He slaps his chest though and raises an arm into the air with the crowd still cheering as he bolts down the ramp through laser lights dancing on the stage. He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, immediately glaring at the case above the ring then back at Lethal.

Douglas: Another man who has never held ULW World title gold, although he’s come close on several occasions to stealing the title several years back. This could be Sean’s big breakout performance though, and may allow us to see what he’s truly capable of.

Mayne: Or he’ll lose and go back to jobberville, which is much more likely.

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 booing quite viciously, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.

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. Everyone is going nuts, over his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. 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 screaming, vocalizing their pure hatred as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp and turns towards the curtains. Through them 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 screaming with absolute disgust at the sight of him. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with cheers from the stands.

Mayne: Here’s one of two former World Champions in this match, one I once thought for sure would lay claim to that belt again. He’s fallen so far from grace though it’s not even funny, and it all started because he began to care.

Douglas: I think it’s opened a new side to Hurse Billy, a more competitive side the likes of which we’ve never seen before.

Billy: And you call me a shameless ass kisser. The second Hurse went good, you started cheering him.

Hurse stares across at both Weapon and Sean while casting his gaze to the case above the ring as well. The fans are still very pumped to see this contest get initiated. The Scorpion by Megadeth hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp, Kloe at his side with a purse over her shoulder. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arena lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands centre of the ring with his arms outstretched taking in the crowd reaction, some positive, but mostly negative. Kloe cheers him on from the outside of the ring while Desolation stares with a grin at him from the outside of the ring. She repositions something in her bag to make it less noticeable. Hurse tries to step up on Cruze but is held back by Referee Ingelson. Cruze sticks his leg through the ropes and points at Hurse, saying he’ll leave if he takes another step towards him. Lethal just grins and shakes his head.

Mayne: And here’s my second choice, the man who will win this thing if Jackson Adams doesn’t. Someone who has shown some class the past few weeks, unlike Hurse.

Douglas: Now who’s doing all the ass kissing? Orlando I will admit is a great talent, has to be in order to have become a three time World Champion, but what ticks me off is his lack of respect for this company, and the people in it. He’s lost all the things about him I once respected.

Billy: Funny, I’ve gained a lot of respect for him.

Douglas: You would.

All four men continue to stare one another down when the lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features with both the Livewire and stolen Submission titles over his shoulders. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. He holds both belts in his outstretched arms before handing them over the ropes to the official, Hurse begins to approach his title but is once again held back by the official. Orlando seems to be admiring the belts as well before shaking his head and staring at the briefcase.

Billy: There he is Dan, the next World Champion, the man who will win become ULW’s King of the Mountain, the founding father of the Alpha Generation. The best wrestler in the world today....

Douglas: Enough already, I can’t take your asskissing anymore. Let’s just get this damn match started before you can suck Jackson’s dick any longer.

Everyone is standing in the ring, all five men staring at one another from across the ring, waiting to get this number one contenders match underway. The bell rings in the background with Lethal looking up at the suitcase, contemplating a World title match. Orlando Cruze seems to be doing the same as he steps forward, looking back and forth, waiting for somebody to make a move. Suddenly Hurse steps forward and grabs Cruze by the shoulder, spinning him around and blasting him across the sternum with a chop. Cruze is taken down to the canvas while Johnson now rushes up on Lethal, blasting him to the back with a forearm, then spinning him around and racking him across the eyes. Jackson immediately drops down and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He approaches the ladder quickly, picking it up as if he’s not about to waste anytime in getting it. Before he can though, Hurse slides out and rushes up behind him, blasting Jackson over the back. He drops the ladder as Hurse spins him around and takes him by the wrist, immediately whipping Adams back first hard into the steel barricade. The crowd groans the impact while Jackson falls to his knees, yelling out in pain with his spine arched. Hurse now grabs the ladder, picking it up across his sternum and approaching the ring. He puts the ladder on the apron when Orlando rushes in and drops down into a baseball slide dropkick into the steel structure. It flies backwards into the body of Hurse, knocking him onto his spine with the ladder collapsing on top of him. Another moan comes from the crowd, disgusted at the sight of this.

Douglas: This match is getting started violently!

Mayne: If you think this is bad, just wait till later, I hope Desolation realizes what he’s caused here!

Orlando gets to his feet now and turns towards Johnson, who is drilling Weapon in the face with Lethal leaning on the corner for support. Johnson turns around and rushes at Orlando quickly, going for a lariat that Cruze ducks under, getting behind his back. Sean turns to face him and is caught across the chest. The fans start to scream as Orlando is already going for the Rock Bottom. Sean back elbows him to the head though, knocking Cruze forward and avoiding the attempt. As soon as he does, Lethal bolts out of the corner and spears him violently to the gut. The crowd screams as Sean almost flips over, after already taking the Golden Bullet Spear from Weapon. Everyone is on its feet though while Orlando turns to face the pumped up Weapon, who jumps to his feet. Both men’s eyes cross, locked on each other suspiciously, about to go at it. The crowd begins to put their hands together, anxiously awaiting seeing the Icon vs. the Legend once more. Just as they begin to step forward, Orlando is grabbed by the ankle from the outside of the ring by Hurse. He is tripped onto the canvas and then pulled to the outside of the ring, landing on his feet in front of Hurse, who rushes forward and takes him out with the lariat.

Orlando is driven down hard to the mats as Hurse turns to face the ring now where Lethal is rushing across it and diving through the ropes. The entire arena goes nuts as Weapon slams his forearm into the jaw of Hurse, connecting with a suicide forearm that takes both men down to the mats hard. The crowd is already standing now and going nuts over the first big dive of this contest. Inside of the ring, Sean Johnson has gotten back to his feet, holding his ribs and appearing to be in tremendous pain. He points over the cables, about to sacrifice his own body to take out his opposition. Everyone is standing, waiting for Johnson to dive as he rushes across the ring quickly. Suddenly Adams slides into the ring at his side and charges in, catching Sean with a knee to the gut. Johnson flips over and crashes onto his back, immediately clutching at his ribs in tremendous, horrid suffering. Jackson backs into the ropes, which seem to hold him up before he rushes into the cables at Sean’s side. He springs onto the second rope and then moonsaults backwards right on top of Sean then falls into the cover. The inside the ring referee, Alex Ingelson drops down and makes the count.

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Sean kicks out, getting onto his side immediately. A frustrated Adams grabs Sean by the wrist while standing. He pulls Sean to his feet and then drags him forward into what looks like a rock bottom position. Instead he grabs him around the thigh with his other arm and lifts him into a hard rib breaker straight across his knee. After hitting it, he still holds onto Sean’s wrist and stands up, swinging around under it. Sean can barely stand as he’s now pulled into a front facelock by Adams who drops back into a hard, high impact DDT. Johnson crashes skull first into the ring and then flips over onto his back, the fans screaming over the impact. Orlando is rolling back into the ring now with a steel chair in hand, having grabbed it from under the ring.

Adams nips up onto his feet with his arms stuck out to his sides after hitting the hard DDT. The crowd responds with mere boos while Adams makes a “kiss, kiss” motion at the officials. He turns around finally when Orlando flings the chair violently into his skull. Jackson is taken down brutally into the canvas, wrapping his hands around his head while the fans continue to have a loud mixed reaction.

Mayne: Leave it to Orlando to ruin a feel good moment. I can’t believe he just took out Jackson Adams with that steel chair, he could have damaged the Livewire Champion’s perfect nose.

Douglas: Your comments never stop disturbing me.

Orlando steps towards the chair now and picks it up, slipping it between the top and middle ropes in the turnbuckle. He gets it squeezed in there and now begins to back up with a smirk on his face. He turns towards Johnson and stomps him to the back of the head before dragging him to his feet. He now swings him around, about to throw him into the chair. He rushes him at it when Sean spins around to the side of Orlando though and flings him forward, straight into the chair. Orlando turns around, hitting it back first while his arms fall over the cables, keeping himself standing. The Icon almost falls out of the corner when Sean bolts across the ring and spins around, connecting with a leg lariat to the chest of Cruze. He is barely standing now as Sean steps away from him, still gripping his ribs in tremendous pain. He finally turns around to face Orlando and bolts forward at him from the center of the ring, bending forward for the spear. Orlando steps out of the way and causes Sean’s head to crash directly into the chair wedged in the turnbuckle behind him. The steel cracks almost around the skull of Johnson, who begins to stagger backwards with a lost look in his eyes. Perhaps brain damage may have been done by the head on collision, when Orlando catches Sean by the back of the tights, rolling him up into a school boy. Ingelson drops and makes the count while Cruze holds him in a school boy and now puts his feet on the second rope.

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The crowd reacts with harsh boos as Johnson has been pinned by Cruze, who drops to his knees immediately.

Desolation: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Big Nose has been pinned by Mr. No Personality, meaning he will now have to spend two minutes in the penalty box. Remove him minions!

Desolation points to Johnson, who is still completely out cold as two officials, Bob, and Ron Raeth make their way around the ring. They grab Sean by the arm and ankle, dragging him out of the ring and leading his almost unconscious frame towards the chain link penalty box.

Dan: Sean Johnson pinned, therefore by rules of the King of the Mountain match, he will now be locked in the penalty box for two minutes, greatly risking his chances of winning this match.

Mayne: Good, more possibility for Adams to pull this one out.

Johnson is knocked locked inside via combination lock that only Bob seems to know the code too. Sean grabs the chain link walls to keep himself standing. On the outside of the ring, Lethal has gotten to his feet, grabbing the ladder as he pulls it up to his stomach. Hurse is standing in front of him as he rams the top edge of the ladder into his gut. Hurse is bent forward from the strike before Weapon pushes the ladder up onto his shoulder. He rushes forward and drives the top steel part right into the face of Hurse, taking him down to the canvas across his back now. He covers his features, rolling back and forth while Lethal turns and slides the ladder through the top and middle cable. Half of it is now in the ring, the top edge striking the canvas, while the rest of it is elevated into the air over the second cable. Lethal jumps onto the apron beside the ladder, stepping forward and beginning to push the bottom half downward so that the ladder is forming a straight line over the second rope. He’s about to push it into the ring while Adams climbs across the apron running perpendicular to the one Lethal is on, struggling with the ladder. Jackson springs onto the top rope now and flies off into a forward flip, connecting with a senton splash into the top half of the ladder, launching the bottom portion up straight into the face of Weapon, like it were a see saw. The steel crashes into the head of Weapon and causes him to crash on his back upon the apron. Jackson rolls across the ring, reaching for his back, which had to take quite the bump upon that impact.

Mayne: OHHHHH, talk about amazing!

Douglas: That was quite the devastating impact! I wonder who got the worse of that situation.

Jackson gets to his knees when Orlando steps in, popping him across the chin, then doing it again. Cruze grabs Adams by the hair and pulls him forward into a front gantry, turning his back towards the ladder that is still leaning diagonally against the second rope. Cruze snaps back into a suplex that drives Adams hard spine first into the ladder, the crowd screaming over the tremendous impact. Adams spills off the ladder onto his back while Orlando gets to his knees and grabs the steel mass quickly. He pulls it through the ropes and drags it to the area under the hanging suitcase. He begins to set the ladder up underneath it with the fans infuriated. Orlando is getting the ladder arranged before he now begins to climb it quickly. He is getting closer and closer to the suitcase hanging above the ring when Hurse climbs up onto the corner behind him. Orlando turns with the fans going nuts, staring straight at Hurse who flies off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick to the stomach of Cruze. The shot knocks him off the ladder, sending him crashing into the canvas while Hurse falls onto his side, yelling in pain. The fans are pulling their hands together, cheering on what they just witnessed while Hurse now gets to his feet. His legs almost cut out beneath him before he approaches the ladder, falling into it. He still seems to be shaken up through the head after the impact he took a few seconds ago. He quickly begins to scale the ladder though, blocking out the pain in his head while Weapon rolls into the ring. Beginning to scramble to his feet, leaning against the ropes for support throughout the process. He then steps towards Hurse, who turns and spots him. He begins to stomp down at Lethal’s face, who tries to grab a hold of his ankle, but is kicked away in reverse. As he is, Hurse turns around on the ladder, glaring down at him. He now dives off straight at Weapon, landing on his shoulders to the shock of everyone in the arena, going for the hurricarana. Before he can hit the move though, Lethal wraps his arms around his waist and turns to face a corner. He rushes across the ring now and throws Hurse off into a powerbomb directly into the turnbuckle. The fans are shocked by the impact as Hurse bounces off, yelling out in anguish and staggering towards Lethal, who catches him around the waist. He drops back into a huge belly to belly suplex. Hurse crashes into the canvas then sits up, writhing in anguish.

Weapon rolls over and begins to stand up when Jackson moves towards him and blasts him to the jaw with a European Uppercut. Lethal staggers backwards into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in when Jackson chops him across the chest. Lethal bends forward, holding his sternum when Adams slaps his forearm and goes for a lariat. As soon as he does, Lethal ducks it, getting around behind his back. Jackson turns to face him when Lethal slugs him to the chin, then does it again, before connecting with a third shot. Lethal swings around now into a discus punch that Jackson ducks, swinging around behind Weapon and pinning his shoulder to his spine. He hoists Weapon into the air and spreads out his legs before rushing him forward, groin first into the leg of the ladder. The ladder tumbles over sideways, hitting the canvas with Weapon coming down testicles first on top of it. Lethal tumbles onto his back, grabbing his genitals and yelling out in tremendous pain. Lethal staggers in reverse, holding his balls in tremendous pain when Jackson steps up behind him. He catches both of his arms, spinning Lethal around with the fans still screaming, tucking his head between his shoulders. Adams drops down hard into the Unprettier, slamming the face of Weapon brutally into the canvas. Adams sits in pain on the canvas while Lethal rolls onto his back, reaching for his nose. Jackson gets to his feet, staggering with a dazed glint in his eyes as he begins to make his way towards the knocked over ladder. He grabs a hold of it and begins to pull it up, beginning to drag the steel structure towards the corner. He sets it up against the turnbuckle quickly, positioning it perfectly against the corner. He turns around to face Orlando Cruze who has risen to his feet, stepping in and catching him with a kick to the gut. He grabs his wrist and whips him into the corner, directly back first into the ladder. Cruze hits it hard spine first, shouting out in pain while Jackson turns around and approaches Hurse now, stomping him to the side of the face. Hurse is knocked onto his back grabbing his cranium when Jackson drags him to his feet and takes him by the wrist, whipping him towards Orlando and the ladder quickly. Hurse turns and rams back first into Cruze now, both men keeping themselves standing as they lean back first against the ladder for support.

Adams slaps his chest now and turns in circles with the crowd booing loudly before he rushes forward across the ring and jumps into the air. He goes for a big splash when both Hurse and Orlando move out of the way. Adams crashes into the ladder hard sternum first, bouncing off hard and stumbling in reverse. As soon as he does, both Orlando and Hurse bend forward, catching his spine against their shoulders. They hoist him into the air and rush him forward before throwing him directly into the ladder face and sternum first once again. Adams bounces off violently and now spills over the side of the ropes to the outside of the ring, the fans groaning the tremendous impact his body just took with the ladder.

Mayne: No, no, Adams what were you thinking? Of course all these idiots are going to work together, your too good for them to fight one on one.

Douglas: Yeeeaaaah, suuuuuurrreee.

The buzzer sounds as Bob tries to figure out the combination on the lock to let Sean Johnson out of the penalty box. Sean is shaking the door and demanding that he be let out while Bob is still trying to get him out of it. Ron finally slaps Bob on the back of his head, making him recall the combination. He undoes the padlock, and let’s Sean out finally while the Genocidal Phenom steps out and towards the ring. He grabs the banner hanging from the apron, lifting it into the air and reaching under the squared circle. He grabs a table and starts to slide it out quickly. Orlando turns towards Hurse who rushes forward into a lariat. Cruze ducks it, getting behind the Submission Champion who spins around and eats a right hand to the jaw, followed by another hard strike. Hurse is knocked back first into the cables when Orlando kicks him to the gut and takes him by the wrist, trying to whip him across the ring. Hurse turns around though, dragging Cruze forward into a drop toe hold, slamming the Icon down face first into the canvas. Orlando pops up onto his hands and knees while Hurse steps to his side and rushes forward, jumping into a senton splash across the back of Cruze. Hurse rolls over onto his feet while Orlando falls onto his spine. The Submission Champion flips backwards into the moonsault straight on top of Cruze now, causing him to shout in pain.

Hurse gets to a crawling base, rising to his feet, the Submission Champion looking to be in a very dazed state when he approaches the ladder. He grabs a hold of it and begins to drag the ladder towards the center of the ring now, setting it up under the hanging briefcase. He gets it completely positioned under the swaying silver case before beginning to climb it quickly. He scales the rungs with eagerness, trying his best to reach the number one contender’s case. He gets up closer and closer to the case with the fans all standing up and going nuts while Lethal begins to climb up the turnbuckle now at his side. He gets to the top of the corner when Hurse begins to turn to face him, much like Orlando did earlier when the Submission Champion was scaling the corner. As soon as his eyes cross Lethal, he jumps off the top rope, flying through the air when he impacts Hurse to the gut, taking him off the ladder with the Golden Bullet Spear. Everyone erupts into a wave of shock as Lethal drives Hurse down to the canvas across his back thanks to the tremendous spear. Weapon lands on his hands and knees on top of Hurse who covers his ribs before Lethal hooks his leg.

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The crowd has a mixed reaction as Hurse has been pinned by Lethal Weapon.

Desolation: Ladies and gentlemen, the Master of Manufactured cleaning supplies has now been pinned, thus he will spend two minutes in the penalty box. To make matters worse, neither the lock, nor the chain link walls were sanitized.

Douglas: Hurse pinned after the Golden Bullet Spear!

Mayne: He was asking for it the second he put his hands on Jackson Adams.

Bob and Ron grab Hurse by the ankles, dragging him out of the ring now in his battered, brutalized state, the second man pinned in this contest. Lethal begins to stand up while Sean steps up behind him, having set up the table at ringside. He catches Weapon around the waist, setting up for the German suplex. Lethal performs a standing switch to get behind Sean, putting him in his own German position while Orlando rolls to the outside of the ring onto the apron in front of them. He pulls himself up, grabbing the top cable in a very dazed state when Sean drops down onto his knees to escape the waist lock. He scoots backwards between the legs of Weapon and stands up, locking his arms around Lethal’s waist. He is setting up for the German again when Orlando springs onto the top rope, showing tremendous agility. He flies off and over the head of both men, catching Johnson around the waist into a sunset flip while Sean pulls Lethal into the German suplex. Weapon crashes onto the back of his head while Sean is holding onto the waist of Johnson, both men being pinned at the same time.

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No, both men kick out with the fans going nuts. Orlando looks shocked as he gets to his knees, digging his teeth into his lower lip almost to the point of drawling blood. Sean rolls over onto his knees, standing up quickly while Orlando does the same. Johnson rushes forward and lariats Cruze down to the canvas. He spills onto his back and rolls over before Sean rushes into the cables in front of him, springing onto the second rope. He flies off backwards when Orlando jumps into the air and dropkicks him directly to the spine. A groan can be heard from the fans as Sean spills onto his side, arching his back and looking to be in tremendous pain. Orlando is still in a great deal of pain while getting to his feet, the crowd groaning over the tremendous impact of that dropkick.

He begins to approach the ladder, staggering towards it and falling into the ring. Cruze begins to ascend the ladder now, making his way towards the briefcase while the fans continue to go absolutely nuts. He gets closer, inch by agonizing inch towards the briefcase, so close to achieving the number one contendership. Desolation watches on with a shake of his head and a yawn while seated at ringside. Orlando is so much closer to the suitcase than ever before, extending his fingers outward for it when it swings just out of his way, infuriating Cruze, who goes for it once more. Without warning, Jackson Adams steps up behind Cruze with another ladder in his hands. Orlando turns when Jackson drives the top of the ladder into his ribs, causing the Icon to bend forward, shouting out in pain. Jackson drives the top edge of the ladder into Cruze’s face now, knocking him down off the top of the ladder down brutally into the canvas across his back.

Douglas: Adams taking out Cruze right before he could become number one contender!

Mayne: That was so close, that was so close, but yet again Adams comes to the rescue again. He remains in contention for the title.

Adams begins to set the ladder up beside the one that Orlando was using to try and reach the briefcase. Jackson’s eyes shift towards the hanging briefcase before he smirks and begins to climb it, realizing he could be seconds away from winning the number one contendership. He gets closer and closer to the briefcase now, his body aching before Lethal Weapon staggers up behind Jackson, blasting him over the lower spine with a forearm shot. Jackson almost tumbles from the ladder before Lethal climbs up after him now, utilizing the other ladder in order to do so. Somehow Adams keeps his grip on the ladder when Lethal drives his forearm over his back several times. On the other side of the ladders, Sean Johnson is now scaling them quickly, trying to reach the top as fast as possible, while both of his opponents are wailing on one another. Hurse watches from the penalty box, shaking the cage walls and desperately attempting to find a way out. Lethal and Adams are exchanging punches now as they stand on dueling ladders. Suddenly Weapon bends forward and buries his shoulder to the spine of Jackson, setting up for a back drop driver perhaps off the top of the ladder, while Sean gets to the second to last rung. He glares at the briefcase but seemingly changes his mind, as he grabs the top of the ladder and pulls himself over, into a sunset flip over the back of Weapon. On the way down and wraps his arms around the waist of Lethal, pulling him off the ladder with a powerbomb while Weapon drags Jackson off with the back drop suplex all at the same time. Both Weapon and Adams slam ever so violently into the canvas, the crowd jumping to its feet, going absolutely insane over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Ohhhh, a version of the tower of doom off the ladders!

Mayne: This match is plain insane.

Desolation is reading an article from Weekly World News it seems, uninterested in the action in the ring while everyone in the stands are going nuts. Sean sits on the canvas, appearing to be in great pain while he rolls to his knees to face the ladders. He now begins to slowly progress up it, his body obviously in a highly battered, incredibly brutalized state. As he makes his way up the ladder Orlando Cruze slowly begins to regain his consciousness. He begins to crawl across the canvas and now gets behind Johnson who is still scaling the ladder. The Icon stands up and blasts Genocide over the back with a forearm strike then turns around, sticking his head and shoulders under Sean. He catches him in a powerbomb position before dragging him off the ladder and rushing him across the ring towards the ropes. Sean falls back though over the cables, grabbing the ropes and pulling the Icon over into a hurricarana. Orlando flips over the ropes and crashes on his back on top of the penalty box, his back indenting the cage roof. He reaches for his spine while Hurse now reaches up through the ceiling roof, grabbing the ankle of Cruze, holding him in place. Sean rolls under the ropes into the ring, approaching the ladder. Lethal and Jackson are still out of it, spread across the canvas in pain while Sean turns his back to the ladder, stepping up only a few rungs. He now dives off of it into a forward roll across the canvas, before getting to his feet and diving over the ropes with a rolling thunder pancha straight on top of Cruze and the top of the penalty box. The crowd cheers at the sight of this while Orlando grabs his ribs, yelling in pain and curling into a ball.

Bob is now undoing the padlock to the penalty box door, letting Hurse out.

Bob: Mnoose, ham, mnoose!

Bob says this to remember the combination as he puts the numbers in and then removes the lock from the door. Hurse quickly exits and then slides into the ring, making a B-line for the ladder. He obviously has the advantage after sitting out of this action for the past two minutes. He immediately begins to scale the ladder, trying to reach the briefcase while everyone else is down. Lethal gets to his knees though, spotting this while he reaches for his spine. He now begins to approach Hurse and blasts him over the spine rather heinously. He buries his shoulder into his lower back and drags him off with a back drop suplex attempt. Hurse flips over though, landing on his feet behind Weapon who spins around to face the Submission Champion. Hurse kicks him to the gut and then slaps his leg as he backs up, going for the superkick. He steps forward for the kick when Weapon ducks it, getting around behind his back. He places him in the German position and drops back, successfully hitting the move, driving the Submission Champion hard into the canvas with the suplex. Lethal rolls onto his knees now, looking exhausted while he begins to approach the ladders in the middle of the ring quickly. He begins to make his way up them with his body absolutely aching from head to toe. He starts up the rungs rather quickly and then turns around to face Hurse, perhaps going for some sort of dive. Before he can though, Sean Johnson enters the ring and rushes up to Weapon on the ladder. He dives forward and spears him to the gut, Weapon bending forward and shouting out in pain while he remains on the ladder.

Sean grabs both of his legs now while Hurse gets up and begins to help out. He and Johnson stick both shins of Weapon around the rungs of the ladder, tying them up before they now grab his arms and place them around behind the back of the ladder legs as well. Weapon is completely exposed, both legs and arms stuck in the ladder rungs. He tries to fight free but is unable to do as Hurse connects with a blistering shin kick right to his ribs.

Lethal yells out in pain while Sean steps in and chops him across the chest now, causing him to yell out in pain. Weapon still is unable to get free as Hurse steps up onto the ladder beside him and jumps into the air, connecting with a blistering kick to his chest before landing on his feet on the canvas. Weapon is still stuck as Sean spins around and chops him across the chest as well. Sean then turns towards Hurse who back heel kicks him to the gut, causing Johnson to bend forward. Hurse grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him at the cables, throwing him over to the outside of the ring. Sean crashes hard across the mats on his back while Hurse turns around and begins to approach the still dazed, stuck Lethal Weapon. Hurse quickly slugs him to the gut and now begins to climb the ladder beside him, making his way towards the briefcase. Cruze is stirring, beginning to roll back into the ring with his body viciously tore up, beginning to crawl towards the ladders again. Hurse is getting to the top of the ladder as Lethal begins to free his body, turning around slowly. He starts to make his way up the ladder now, going after the Submission Champion before he can reach the case and secure his number one contendership. Lethal blasts him over the back now, and then does it once more, ceasing Hurse’s upward momentum. He steps up beside Hurse and grabs him by the hair, bending his head over backwards. He places him in a reverse neckbreaker position, about to connect with the move when Hurse spins around on the ladder. He turns to face the back of Weapon and places his arm around his neck before jumping off the ladder. The crowd screams when Hurse hits the bulldog off the ladder, driving Weapon face first hard into the canvas.

Douglas: Hurse just hit the face buster off the top of the ladder!!

Mayne: This is total nonstop action at its finest.

Dan: Quit plugging the competition.

Billy: You do realize we’re not even competition to a backyard wrestling federation, or Pro Wrestling Gorilla right?

Both men are down now, barely moving with the crowd still putting their hands together, celebrating the insanity of the action they just witnessed. Everyone is down now, except for Orlando Cruze, who is forcing himself up onto his feet. He barely can keep his legs beneath him as he begins to stagger towards the ladders. Before he can reach them though Jackson Adams steps in and grabs Cruze by the shoulder, spinning him around. Orlando drills him to the face with a wicked right that takes him back down to the canvas before turning back towards the ladder once more. He begins to ascend it when Sean slides back in and grabs Cruze by the ankle, pulling him off the ladder. Cruze lands on the canvas in front of Johnson before grabbing him by the back of the head and rushing him at the ladder, trying to drive him face first into it. Sean puts his foot on one of the middle rungs though, blocking the attempt and then using that same leg to kick Orlando hard to the forehead. The Icon is staggered by the shot, turning away from Sean who steps in and pops him across the face several times. Sean takes him by the wrist and backs him into the cables before trying to whip him across the ring. Orlando places the breaks on it though and spins around, dragging Johnson forward straight into his arm, placing it across his chest. He hoists Johnson into the air into the Rock Bottom, the crowd screaming at the sight of the impact. Sean arches his back from the canvas, yelling at the top of his lungs.

Instead of going for the pinfall, Cruze stands up and makes his way towards the ladder once more, determined to reach it unobstructed this time. As soon as he starts to make his way up it, Hurse now charges in and wraps his arms around the waist of Cruze, pulling him away from the ladder into a reverse roll up. Hurse is seated on the back of Cruze’s legs, going for the pin.

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The crowd is shocked as Orlando kicks out at the last second. He falls onto his knees, standing up quickly while Hurse gets up as well. The Submission Champion charges forward only to be caught in the Rock Bottom position by Orlando, who hoists him into the air quickly. Hurse turns around though in mid-air, reaching back with his legs and wrapping them around the waist of Icon. He rolls him forward into the pinfall, sitting on his chest and grabbing the back of his legs.

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Orlando is pinned to the shock of everyone in the arena.

Douglas: Cruze was pinned by Hurse with a last second small package. He’s taken Orlando out of this match for two whole minutes!

Mayne: Damn, if I have a second choice for winner, it was going to be Orlando. Not that I need a second choice, because Adams is going to win.

Dan: You just keep telling yourself that Billy.

Hurse stands up slowly, gripping down at Orlando who is gripping the back of his head and appearing to still be in a state of disbelief. The Submission Champion turns away from Cruze who stands up and rushes across the ring. He drills Hurse to the back of the head with a forearm strike, sending him directly down into the canvas. The fans start to boo furiously while Orlando stomps the down Submission Champion several times.

Douglas: Oh come on, Orlando your suppose to be out of this match for two minutes now, play by the rules you bastard!

Desolation has the mic lifted up to his lips while he rolls his eyes at the sight of Orlando assaulting Hurse. Bob and Ron slip into the ring and begins to step towards Cruze quickly, grabbing him by the arms. Orlando spins around though and catches Ron with a stiff lariat to the throat, taking him down. Bob looks confused, and before he can respond, Cruze kicks him straight to the testicles, causing him to shout in pain while tumbling to the canvas. Hurse, Ron, and Bob are all down on the canvas while Orlando turns and gives a cold, calculating smile in the direction of Desolation. The World Champion is still rolling his eyes and acting only slightly annoyed or concerned, while Orlando now turns towards Hurse, furthering the statement he’s making. He grabs the legs of Hurse and ties them around one another, before stepping on the back of them. He grabs the wrists of Hurse and pulls him up now while having his legs stuck in the inverted Indian death lock. Cruze places his foot to the back of Hurse’s head, and amidst boos from the crowd, connects with the Curb Stomp, Desolation’s finishing move.

Douglas: Oh, now Cruze has taken this too far. Don’t even start saying that looked better than Desolation’s Curb Stomp, either Billy.

Mayne: Oh, well, I’m all out of material then.

Orlando taps his temple while turning around, still grinning widely, refusing to play by the rules of the match Desolation choose. Desolation finally lifts the mic back to his lips while giving a half grin in the direction of the Icon.

Desolation: Okay then, I guess I’ll just have to show you how to play nicely with others.

Desolation throws down the microphone and slides into the ring. The crowd is going nuts as a sweaty Orlando rushes at the Dark Man, connecting with a right hand. Desolation responds with shots to the face of Cruze while everyone in the arena is continuing to go absolutely nuts.

Douglas: Desolation fighting it out with Orlando. What a personal rivalry this has turned into ladies and gentlemen!

Mayne: Desolation should have stayed in his chair, and kept making funny, because what’s going to happen to him now, is going to be sadistic.

The fired up, furious Orlando is rocketing rights into Desolation’s face, backing the World Champion up. He throws another right that Desolation wisely ducks under, getting behind his back. Cruze turns right into a vicious buzzsaw like kick directly to his chin. The fans erupt as Orlando is taken down to the canvas, looking knocked through a loop. Jackson Adams is crawling towards the ladders once more, trying to make his way up them desperately while Desolation rolls Orlando out of the ring. Cruze is completely out of it as the World Champion keeps him standing by holding the back of his head. He immediately rushes the almost unconscious Cruze towards the penalty box and throws him hard into it. The crowd is still going absolutely crazy while Desolation puts the combination lock on the door. On the other side of Jackson, Lethal Weapon has willed his way up onto his knees, making his way towards the ladder as well. All three men begin to scale the ladders, with Jackson climbing up beside Sean on the other ladder, both men’s bodies being absolutely ravaged with pain. They move slowly but are getting closer to the top of the ladder, while Lethal, his nose now bleeding after that bulldog, is also dragging himself to the briefcas.

The crowd is rising, realizing it may come down to this with Johnson, Jackson, and Lethal all so much closer to that number one contendership, in taking one more step in the Impress the Champion series. Their hands begin to reach for the briefcase, but none of them can get a handle on it. Adams throws an elbow into Sean’s chest to try and knock him off but Johnson returns with a clubbing blow to the upper back of Jackson. Both men are still dueling while Lethal reaches for the briefcase. Sean turns and slugs him to the forehead now too, causing Lethal to almost lose his balance and slide down some on the ladder. Johnson returns his focus to Jackson who racks him violently across the eyes. Sean reaches for them while Jackson turns his back to him and hooks up both of his opponent’s arms, barely keeping his feet on the ladder. As soon as he gets his arms tied up, Jackson steps off the ladder and pulls Sean down with him from the top with an unprettier. Every single fan is jumping and screaming when Sean’s face impacts the canvas so devastatingly. Jackson sits on the canvas, just shouting out in anguish while Sean rolls across the canvas onto his back, completely motionless now.

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

Mayne: That was pretty nuts.

Douglas: Your damn straight it was nuts, Adams just took Sean off the ladder with an unprettier!

Billy: I said, it was “pretty nuts” actually.

Adams falls onto his back, both men still in a lot of pain, not able to realize that Lethal Weapon is the only man left on the top of the ladder. The crowd starts going even more nuts while he steps up and reaches for the briefcase, attempting to win that number one contendership so desperately.

Douglas: Look at this, Lethal could have it, Lethal could become number one contender!

The fans are still standing while Lethal reaches for the briefcase, standing tall on top of the ladder. No one else is in sight who can stop him while Weapon reaches up, grabbing the briefcase. As he begins to pull it down the briefcase lifts up into the air mysteriously, being pulled up by the cable. It dangles just out of Lethal’s reach now as he keeps trying to reach for it.

Mayne: Oh my God, is this place haunted?

Douglas: No, somebody is fucking with the briefcase, they’re keeping it out of Lethal’s hands!

Weapon keeps reaching for the case which now raises even higher with each step up the ladder he takes. The camera shifts up into the rafters now, spotting someone standing on a scaffold, holding the wire the briefcase is connected to. The crowd screams loudly at the sight of Devin Hawk, grinning downward upon Lethal Weapon. Lethal looks like he is about to explode while reaching for the case again, only to have Devin pull it further up from above. Suddenly the ladder is grabbed from the side and pushed over, the crowd reacting with shock at the sight of Hurse shoving the steel structure over. Weapon’s hands slip off the struts as he turns and flies off the top of the knocked over ladder, face first into the top turnbuckle pad. He bounces off extremely hard before crashing onto his back, the fans watching on in shock over what they just witnessed.

Hurse, who can barely stand, grabs the ladder beside the one he just knocked over and begins to scale it as quickly as his body will allow. He looks pretty banged up, but progressing towards the top when Jackson steps up behind him, blasting the Submission Champion over his back. Hurse yells out in pain before he stomps downward into the face of Adams, causing him to have to stumble in reverse, looking incredibly dazed, very groggy himself. Hurse turns on the ladder and flies now directly at Jackson, who turns and springs into the air. He catches Hurse around the head on the way down and drags him into the canvas with the diamond cutter. The fans are stunned over how Jackson caught Hurse in mid-air and connected with such a brutal ace crusher out of nowhere. Hurse looks out of it while Jackson stands, yet he swipes his arms over his chest, signaling that he’s not through with his former teammate. On the outside of the ring, Desolation is sending a dazed Bob and Ron on an all important mission, pointing to the rafters and telling them to get rid of Devin Hawk.

Jackson rolls Hurse under the ropes and onto the apron, where the table Johnson set up earlier is still present. Adams begins to drill Hurse to the forehead while standing him up and backing the Submission Champion towards the turnbuckle. Sean Johnson and Lethal Weapon are the only two men left in the ring, but neither of them are able to move after the brutal tumbles they took from the ladders. Jackson places Hurse in a front gantry and hoists him into the air, sitting him on top of the turnbuckle before beginning to scale up the corner after him. The fans start to scream as Jackson places Hurse in a diamond cutter position while looking over his shoulder at the table below, stepping onto the second rope to hit the move.

Maybe: Say goodbye to the former Submission Champion!

Douglas: Don’t even start going down that road again Billy.

Jackson begins to jump only for Hurse to pull his head free suddenly. Adams turns his full body to face him when Hurse kicks him hard to the face, almost knocking Adams off the turnbuckle. The Submission Champion grabs Jackson by the hair and pulls his head under his seat. He now reaches down and grabs the waist of Adams before lifting him so that he’s hanging upside down. Hurse holds his legs over his shoulders and steps around the front of Jackson’s before diving forward off the turnbuckle. He connects with the Sanitizer (Styles Clash), driving Jackson through the table. A huge reaction is heard from the crowd at the sight of this, Jackson lying motionless amongst the broken chunks of wood with Hurse equally as out of it on top of him.

Dan: OH MY GOD!! Hurse just gave Jackson the Sanitizer from the turnbuckle through that table! This King of the Mountain match is just out of this world!

Mayne: You say that about every match. Don’t you have a heart? Adams could have been hurt by that!

The crowd is all on its feet still, everyone putting their hands together while Hurse rolls off Jackson, who is still motionless amongst the broken chunks of wood. Inside of the ring, Genocide and Lethal are beginning to stir, both men turning towards the one standing ladder in the center of the ring. They begin to crawl towards it, barely able to do so with the conditions of their bodies. As they move closer and closer to the ladder, the crowd starts to scream at the sight of Jericho Dylan rushing from the backstage area. He is charging the ring rather quickly, intent on getting his hands on Johnson. Before he can though, Desolation rushes around the ring, fed up with all this outside interference. He catches Jericho with a forearm strike to the face, Dylan not seeing it coming. It knocks him back while Desolation begins to duke it out with Jericho, battling up the ramp.

Douglas: Desolation fighting off even more encroaching interference in this Grand Clusterfuck, King of the Mountain match.

Mayne: How dare he put his hands on Jericho Dylan, this man almost beat him for the World Championship!

Dan: Do you have a point at all?

Desolation battles Jericho up the ramp while Kloe now rushes around the ring with a pear of bolt cutters in her hand, having rushed through the crowd so that nobody can see her. Orlando is standing in the penalty box as she begins to cut the chain link wall down so that he can escape. Cruze seems very eager while the wall is being broken down by his wife. Inside of the ring, Johnson has pulled the ladder into a standing position, beginning to climb it with his body not agreeing with him whatsoever. Lethal is starting to make it up the rungs on the other side as well. Neither man seems to be in good shape while they move closer and closer to that ever allusive briefcase. Hurse is moving towards the ring as well, crawling with his body ripped to shreds it appears. He slides into the ring as well while both Lethal and Johnson are moving, so much closer to that briefcase.

Douglas: With all of this chaos, we may finally be seeing a winner here between these three men. Lethal Weapon, Hurse, and Sean Johnson seem to be the only people in contention for that number contendership right now.

Mayne: Get up Jackson Adams, get up, somebody get the man some smelling salt!

Hurse has crawled towards the ladder, grabbing a hold of it and starting towards the top just like Lethal and Johnson. It seems to be three way race to the case, the contract inside securing them something that all three have wanted for a long time. Johnson gets to the top and reaches for the case, it’s no longer moving, perhaps Devin Hawk have been dealt with. His hand wraps around the case when Lethal pops him to the gut, causing him to bend forward, shouting in pain. He connects with a right to the jaw of Lethal now, almost taking him off the ladder, while Hurse is still climbing to reach the top. The crowd starts to boo loudly when Orlando kicks down the door of the penalty box and takes something else from Robin before he rushes around the box towards the ring, Kloe hiding the bolt cutters behind her back.

Douglas: Wait a damn minute, Kloe brought those freaking bolt cutters with her just in case Orlando was put in the penalty box, this is absolutely ridiculous!

Mayne: It’s smart is what it is.

The Icon slides into the ring quickly, approaching the ladder, starting up I as fast as his slightly rested body will allow. Everyone is watching incredibly closely, on the edge of their seats with Orlando climbing the ladder across from Hurse, moving up to Johnson’s side. Sean keeps pounding Lethal in the face repeatedly, trying to knock him off the ladder before he finally does so. Weapon too weak as he releases the ladder and falls onto his feet, staggering back into the ropes, he leans on them for support. Johnson begins to reach for the briefcase when Orlando blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, causing him to yell out in pain. Orlando steps up beside him, grabbing the back of Sean’s head and driving it into the top of the ladder. Genocide is almost taken from the top of the ladder by the strike as Cruze reaches up for the briefcase. Sean chops him to the chest now, almost causing him to fall off himself, barely grabbing the top of the ladder to avoid certain disaster. Orlando turns around on the top of the ladder and begins to strike Sean to the forehead several times now while Lethal starts up the ladder once again, getting closer and closer to the top, but progressing very slowly. Sean is firing back with shots to the gut of Orlando who is still hitting him to the forehead repeatedly. Finally he grabs the hair of Sean, pulling him forward and locking his arm across his chest. The crowd goes absolutely insane as Orlando pulls Johnson off the top of the ladder, connecting with the Rock Bottom. There is not an occupied seat in the arena as Orlando drives the body of Sean so brutally into the canvas with the Rock Bottom.

Douglas: OHHHHH, Sean taken off the ladder again, this time with the Rock Bottom!

Mayne: Sean Johnson should be dead by now, if not by this contest he should have killed himself years ago.

Orlando rolls onto his back while Sean remains on his spine, the fans still jumping up and down, another “Holy Shit” chant being heard from the sold out crowd. Hurse still hasn’t reached the halfway point on the ladder, his body in terrible shape while Lethal makes it up much quicker on the dueling ladder. He gets to the top of the steel structure, looking up at the briefcase with Hurse powerless to stop him it seems. Lethal looks at the briefcase and then over the side of the structure, straight down at Orlando who has rolled onto his back, appearing out of it. A conniving expression befalls Lethal’s face as he steps over the top of the structure to the opposite side. He keeps glaring down at the prone Orlando before taking a long look over the crowd. Everyone is on their feet, realizing something big is about to happen when Lethal dives off the top of the ladder. He flies through the air and connects with the frogsplash right on top of the canvas, Cruze having rolled out of the way at the last second. The fans groan as Weapon bounces off the ring and rolls onto his back, looking out of it now. He missed his first attempt at an offensive move against Orlando, who is already crawling towards the ladder quickly. He begins to make his way up the ladder, with a broken frame. He starts to make his way up the ladder while Hurse slowly progresses up the other side as well.

Douglas: Lethal Weapon went to take Orlando Cruze out of this match, but missed his attempted frog splash!

Mayne: That was gruesome, but funny. This now leaves this match between Orlando Cruze and Hurse!

Douglas: That’s right Billy, both men scrambling towards that briefcase, and after what Lethal, Johnson, and Jackson just went through, I don’t think any of them will be able to stop them.

Hurse and Orlando are now at the top of the ladder, beginning to duel with one another. Hurse cracks Cruze across the jaw before Orlando slaps the Submission Champion across the chest with an open palm. Cruze reaches for the briefcase but Hurse throws a right into his jaw, almost causing him to fall once more. Hurse drives the top of his elbow into the noggin of his opponent, the Icon almost being taken to the canvas below. This allows him to reach for the case once more only for Orlando ram his forehead into his ribcage. Hurse bends forward, shouting out in pain while Orlando connects with a European Uppercut to his jaw, once again almost taking him from the top of the ladder. Orlando reaches for the briefcase when Hurse headbunts him to the ribs, bending him forward and then stepping up the rungs. He wraps his arms around his waist, going for the Legend Bomb off the ladder. The crowd is standing, screaming at the sight of this before Orlando drives his elbow into the back of Hurse and slips the object he got from Kloe out of his trunks and around his fingers. The fans react with disgust as Orlando pops Hurse to the kidney area with brass knuckles. Hurse yells in pain, reaching for his spine before Cruze now slugs him brutally to the jaw with the knucks. The Submission Champion is knocked from the top of the ladder, sent crashing hard to the canvas below.

Douglas: Wait a minute, no, no! Orlando just used brass knucks on Hurse!

Mayne: Way to think ahead Cruze, hahaha.

Dan: This leaves him the only one at the top of the ladder.

Orlando stands up tall with sweat dripping from his frame before he reaches for the case. He grabs a hold of it with the crowd screaming before he rips it down off the hook. The crowd is screaming with absolute outrage as Orlando hops down off the ladder onto his feet upon the canvas. He drops to his knees with the briefcase in hand.

Mayne: Orlando’s done it, he’s done it! We’ve got a new number one contender! Orlando is going to War of the Worlds to face Desolation for the championship!

Douglas: I cannot believe the way that Orlando has done this tonight. He cut himself out of the penalty box and he used brass knucks on Hurse in order to secure this shot at the title! This is absolutely outrageous!

Billy: The man is playing by nobodies rules anymore Dan, nobodies rules!

Boos are still heard from the very angry fans while Orlando’s music hits the PA system. He remains on his knees on the canvas, kissing the briefcase as he realizes that he will finally get a one on one World title opportunity against Desolation. The Dark Man steps back out onto the stage, placing his hands to his hips and looking annoyed that Orlando has won this match, obviously cheating in order to do so. Orlando continues to hold the briefcase above his head while staring directly at the World Champion who shakes his head with a half grin on his face.

Mayne: What a main event it’s now going to be at War of the Worlds, Dan. Desolation to defend the World title against his former student in Orlando Cruze. I’ve been waiting to see this, and now dream will become reality.

Douglas: It should be a great match, I just can’t get over how Orlando won this damn match tonight!

Everyone is still down in the ring while Orlando stands up, his body in bad shape while still holding the case above his head. He stares straight at Desolation on the stage who turns his head and shrugs his shoulders at the fans. Kloe is cheering from the outside of the ring while Jackson Adams now pulls himself up, utilizing the apron to do so. He is in bad shape, but he motions for something suddenly. The crowd starts to boo as suddenly Devin Hawk rushes through them, being followed by Too Magnificent. Both men hop over the barricade and immediately rush into the ring, sliding under the cables into the side. Too Magnificent steps towards the down Hurse and begins to stomp him repeatedly now. Orlando spots this and exits the ring quickly with his briefcase in hand. He steps back towards Kloe, who wraps her arms around him, while he clutches the case tightly to his chest.

Douglas: Wait a minute, now what the hell is this!?! Why are Too Magnificent, and Devin Hawk out here!?!

Mayne: They’re softening up the competition for War of the Worlds.

Devin is stomping away at Lethal on the canvas, repeatedly now as well, with the fans booing loudly at the sight of this. Too Magnificent has dropped down, choking Hurse violently while his legs kick several times. Adams, who can barely even stands, grabs both the Livewire and Submission title belts from the time keeper before tumbling to his knees. He is laughing still towards the ring while Devin turns towards the slowly rising Johnson and stomps him to the back of the head as well. He is taken right back down to the canvas while Too Magnificent continues to strangle the bloodied Hurse.

Douglas: This is disgusting, I cannot believe the way this show is ending here tonight just one week removed from War of the Worlds, I will not stand for thi.....

Suddenly the house lights dim, everyone looking around in confusion and a buzz beginning to form over the fans.

Mayne: Oh no, what’s this, this cannot be good.

Douglas: I don’t know what it is, but I’m inclined to agree with you!

The fans are screaming in the dark when suddenly a gentle static can be seen forming over the titontron. It begins to get brighter, and brighter though, with the sound of static being heard in the background, the increased pitch of silence being detected. The fans suddenly erupt into a huge wave of cheers as the arena lights rise, revealing none other than Silencer standing in the center of the ring with a silver baseball bat in hand. Everyone is going absolutely nuts at the sight of this, Silencer lurking in all of his glory within a ULW ring once again.

Douglas: IT’S SILENCER! Oh my God, it’s Silencer!!

Mayne: What the hell!?! WHERE DID HE COME FROM!?!

Devin turns around slowly with a shocked look, but then rushes forward at Silencer who catches him with the baseball to the gut. Hawk bends forward before Silencer smacks him quickly over the spine with the bat as well, knocking him down hard to the canvas. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, convulsing in anguish while the crowd is still going absolutely insane. Too Magnificent rushes at Silencer now, going for a big boot. Silencer ducks it, getting behind him when the big man spins around right into a shot to the face with the base. Too Magnificent is knocked into a backwards spiral, hitting the cables spine first before Silencer rushes in and uses the bat to lariat him over the cables to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: I don’t believe this, I don’t believe this at all! Silencer is back in the ULW, and he’s taken out the Alpha Generation!!

Mayne: What the hell has happened here tonight!?!

Jackson has stood up with his jaw hanging open as he staggers around the ring to the edge of the ramp. He can barely stand as he makes his way up the ramp in shock, both belts hanging from his hands. Silencer turns in the ring now and points the bat directly at Jackson, who is shaking his head in disbelief, still unable to come to terms with the fact that the former World Champion has returned. Silencer looks blank, but ever so more threatening in his gaze. A loud reaction can be heard again from the crowd as once more, Conrad Gray emerges from the back, clapping his hands and smiling from ear to ear. Jackson turns and stares at him in shock, shaking his head as he realizes Conrad must have had something to do with this. Meanwhile, Desolation is standing on the edge of the stage, staring at Orlando who is making his way around the ramp. He is stepping across the ground towards the back, holding the briefcase into the air for Desolation to see while he keeps his arm around Kloe.

Douglas: What a night, what an unbelievable night just a week away from War of the Worlds, we’ll see you there ladies and gentlemen!

The last shot is of Silencer standing in the middle of the ring, baseball bat in hand and threatening expression captured in his dark eyes.