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: OCTOBER 5TH, 2006
The show opens live with the fans absolutely going nuts for what should be a spectacular evining in ULW. Fireworks erupt from the rafters, shooting down into the stage below where further eruptions take place, sending silver sparkles into the air. Everyone is absolutely pumped for this program when the lights dim as black lights 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. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is, suddenly from behind him, the curtains part and from behind them Jericho Dylan, Devin Hawk and Too Magnificent suddenly appear, the boos from the arena get much louder as they follow there leader of Alpha Generation down the ramp, each of them shouting at the fans surrounding them. Jackson reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron and lifting his Livewire title in the air, he steps 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 silently the rest of his cliché enter the ring with him, he walks to the middle of the ring and just grins as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. Opening his eyes back to the fans and throwing his title over his shoulder he turns to Kailey Worf who hands him a microphone and leaves the ring for him and the Alpha Generation. For a moment it seems as if the boos are not going to end, but slowly the hisses from the people surrounding the ring begin to die down and Jackson steps toward the ropes looking over the ramp, the mic in hand.)
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Annihilation tonight, and as you can see we’re not waiting to get into the action tonight, because the Alpha Generation is in the ring, but what’s going on here, this is suppose to be a one on one match for the Submission Championship.
Billy Mayne: The Alpha Generation need not explain themselves to peasants like you Dan.
HURSE © VS. JACKSON ADAMS
SUBMISSION TITLE
Jackson Adams: So, I guess you all think its been funny these last two weeks or so don’t you? The fact that the old and the past it have come back to the ULW just in time to be a thorn in the side for me and the Alpha Generation, yeah, I bet you thought that was real funny didn’t you? But unfortunately, tonight is the last night we deal with the thorn, because our very own Jericho Dylan is going to deal with Lethal Weapon indefinitely and this time, will make sure the son of a bitch doesn’t get back up and come back to make another unbelievable comeback, if he doesn’t then Devin Hawk will do just that at War of the Worlds and there is NOTHING anybody can do about that.
Meanwhile, I do a favor for our man Too Magnificent tonight, in fact ill be doing him that favor in just a few moments when I take on Hurse one on one in singles action, at least, that’s what the card says…You see, me and Mag were talking and we came to an agreement…
…You see, if I fight Hurse here tonight then what exactly is going to be left of the man for Magnificent to have fun with? Nothing of course, because a man of my status, is not going to stand for some past his time desperado get one over on him, hell, Lethal Weapon seriously thought he was going to do it last week, hell no, he wasn’t worth my time and I showed him it by walking away from that match. SO… Tonight my match with Hurse is cancelled and as the man in charge of this place right now, I am taking the rest of the night off so I can watch the rest of our boys make there mark once and for all on this roster… And this week, Mark Comeau is DEFINTELY not in this building, so nothing and I mean nothing, will stop us having our own way!
(Suddenly Piano chords begin to play to a huge reaction from the fans, green beams staring out through the fans, the lights dimming for the entrance of the one and only Hurse, the final chords of the peaceful piano cower out from the speakers when the word
’BREAKDOWN!’
Screams out from the speakers, The fans rush to the crowd barrier as Breakin Benjamin’s classic track explodes through the arena and out of the speaker system while those toward the back merely stand up and cheer as loud as they can, suddenly the curtains pull apart and Hurse appears in his gold robe, his black gloves covering his hand and a surgical mask over his face, cracking his neck he just waits for the chorus, as it hits he suddenly throws his arms to his side and throws his head back causing the hood to fall away from his face revealing his smirking expression, turning to the four men in the ring he just pulls the mask off and points at Magnificent who is standing angrily behind Jackson and just runs to the ring throwing his robe off on his way, the fans going nuts, he slides in the ring and ducks a right hand from Jackson Adams before leaping into the air as Jericho and Devin rush him, but both of them run into a double lunging clothesline that takes them both to the mat, Hurse is quickly back up and ducks a wild clothesline from Magnificent but instead of turning toward him, he sees Jackson following in and just spears him with power to the mat, the adrenalin is speeding through his body as he stands back up, Magnificent just turns back to him and runs at him, but Hurse just drops to the mat and takes him down with a nice drop toe hold that slams the mans face into the mat, he then stands and instantly runs into the ropes again before coming back and leaping with both feet into the side of Magnificent’s head, the slapping sound causing the fans to go even more wild!
Hurse just stands back up and suddenly calls for the Legend Lock to the fans, but before he can attempt it Devin Hawk rushes in behind him and just slams a forearm across his back knocking him to the ground before Jericho runs over and joins his partner in stomping away on Hurse, the boos quickly echo out around the arena, Jackson just stumbles back into the opposite corner holding his ribs in real pain, stepping out of it he just begins screaming orders at them, but Magnificent suddenly steps in and pushes Jackson away, for a moment it looks as if there is going to be a fight between the two Alpha Generation members, so much so Jericho and Devin turn away from Hurse to find out what’s going on, however suddenly Magnificent turns to the standing Hurse and boots him in the midsection before calling for the Midas Touch, the entire arena is on its feet, as he has him set up, suddenly Jackson is laughing and calling for the move, demanding he hit it and hit it hard.
Suddenly Mag grabs Hurse’s pants ready to lift him however as he does, the lights suddenly go out and the beats of drums begin to blast over the speakers before the sound of a high pitched screech interrupts the banging, the fans are just going nuts as Alpha Generation suddenly turn to the ramp area angrily glaring up at the curtains, Hurse lying painfully on the ground behind, them, moment later the huge explosion of vocals rip through the speakers as the chorus hits, green beams are ripping through the fans in a fast circular motion, suddenly the lights come back on and the music instantly stopping, the fans going nuts as Weapon is knelt down in the corner opposite the group, realizing they have just been setup Jackson Adams turns around to see Lethal and realizing the pain his ribs have already gone through leaps out of Lethal’s crosshairs as Weapon sprints across the ring hitting Magnificent instead who is standing directly behind Jackson and turning him inside out in the ring!!! Jericho and Devin just rush him going for a double clothesline but Weapon ducks it and slams a right hand into the face of Devin and another into Jericho’s then Devin, then Jericho, then Devin, Jericho again, the fans are going nuts, Lethal then runs backwards into the ropes and sprints at both men who join hands and go for a double clothesline but Lethal is moving so fast he runs right through there grasp, not even slowing and straight into the ropes opposite before coming back as they turn hitting them both with a huge double spear that takes both men down!! Weapon then stands up and lets out a huge roar before turning to Devin Hawk who stumbles around to his feet, he turns to face Weapon who suddenly throws a finger in his face and just slams his foot into the stomach of his war of the worlds opponent before going for the Final Shot (Pedigree)!! He lifts the arms of Devin but as he does Jackson Adams suddenly slides back in the ring a steel chair in hand and just slams it across the back of Weapon causing him to break the hold instantly. Devin just rolls away a little shellshocked at how close he got to being hit by Weapon, however Jackson is relentless and slams him with the chair again and again and again, Jericho Dylan suddenly shouts something across to Jackson who just smiles and nods before throwing him the chair and turning to Kailey at ringside and shouting some more orders to her.)
Dan Douglas: This is disgusting, Jackson Adams is trying to direct traffic here now, I don’t quite know what he is saying to young Kailey, but it can’t be good, both Hurse and Weapon have been singled out here now and Jericho has a chair!
Billy Mayne: GENIUS! They got Hurse and Weapon all at once, see Dan, this is what happens when you try to be a hero, you get fucked so bad you’ll be walking like a penguin for the next 6 months!
Dan Douglas: Thank god this isn’t a family show!
(Kailey walks across to Jackson who whispers things into her ears, meanwhile Devin and Magnificent stomp Hurse out of the ring and just slide out around him, however as they step toward him Hurse suddenly fires back slamming a right hand into the faces of Mag and Devin Hawk over and over again before suddenly using his free second to leap the crowd barrier and run through the fans a distance from Alpha Generation, with a smirk across his face Magnificent just angrily leaps over as well and runs in chase of Hurse, but as Devin goes to follow Jackson suddenly grabs his shoulder and issues him to stay beside him instead, slowly both men begin to walk up the ramp where some security guards are beginning to wheel out a casket, suddenly the boos fall across the fans as Jericho stands over a Weapon with a smile and a chair in hand.)
Kailey Worf: Ladies and Gentleman, by request of the Alpha Generation the casket match between Jericho Dylan and Lethal Weapon in the impress the champion series will NOW begin!!
Dan Douglas: WHAT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! Lethal Weapon was just flattened with a chair by Jackson Adams, a chair Jericho Dylan now has possession off and this is a huge disadvantage for Lethal.
Billy Mayne: But he bought it upon himself Dan, he has annoyed a lot of people, I mean hell, just look at Devin Hawk, he is angry that he has to walk away from Lethal when he could regain his revenge tonight for the last two weeks, but I have to agree with Jackson on this, tonight is not about personal retribution, it is about Alpha Generation’s dominance and Devin needs to let Jericho show how great he really is.
Dan Douglas: Devin is a warrior that’s for sure and given the choice I don’t doubt for a second he would rather be in that ring showing Weapon what he thinks of him, but Jackson made it clear, tonight is about Alpha Generation and that’s exactly what we have seen at the kick off to this show Billy!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
LETHAL WEAPON VS. JERICHO DYLAN
IMPRESS THE CHAMPION: CASKET MATCH
Lethal Weapon is leaning in the corner with his back turned towards Jericho in the opposite corner, still gripping the back of his head in tremendous pain, Dylan having dropped the chair towards the corner of the ring. Jackson Adams and Devin Hawk back up the ramp, shouting instructions at Jericho. Dylan looks around and bolts forward immediately before the bell can even sound. Lethal steps out of the way though with Jericho hitting the turnbuckle chest first, he spins around when Weapon blasts him across the jaw with a right hand, then does it again, and again, and again. The crowd is going nuts when Lethal steps in and now chops him across the chest brutally. Jericho’s entire body kicks up into the air from the stiff shot while Weapon begins to stomp him to the mid-section repeatedly. Lethal looks all fired up as he grabs Jericho by the back of the head and drags him out of the corner. He blasts him to the side of the face with a forearm shiver, sending him down to the canvas. He rolls over and rises to his feet, stepping towards Lethal who moves in quickly and blasts him to the jaw with a European Uppercut. Dylan is taken to the canvas again before he stands up, and steps towards Lethal, who bends forward and catches him against his shoulder, lifting him into a huge back drop. Jericho crashes hard into the canvas, sitting up and reaching for his spine.
Mayne: Dammit Jericho, get your head straight here! Attack Lethal like he were a computer virus or something!
Douglas: Jericho’s attempt to get this match started under somewhat underhanded tactics has clearly backfired!
Lethal turns towards the referee on the outside and calls for him to open the casket already. He does so, Lethal still gripping the back of his head throughout the process, obviously feeling the effects of that beat down by the Alpha Generation before this match. He turns towards Jericho, who is standing up before Weapon rushes in and lariats him down to the canvas. Jericho rolls over and gets to his feet again when Lethal takes him down with a combination knife edge forearm strike, taking him right back down to the canvas. Lethal grabs Jericho by the hair, pulling him to his knees and forcing him towards the casket now. It’s still open while Weapon pushes Jericho chest first against the ropes. Dylan wraps his arms around it though, keeping himself from going over before he back elbows Weapon to the gut. This bends him forward before Jericho elbows him to the sternum, causing him to stand up straight. Jericho springs up onto the second rope now and flies off backwards. He plants Lethal’s chest with a huge back elbow, sending both men down to the canvas. Jericho rolls over to his feet then steps forward, jumping into the air. He extends his leg and plants it hard across the throat of Weapon, then stands up and charges into the cables at his side.
Dylan is all fired up as he bounces off and comes back in, jumping forward into the senton. Lethal rolls out of the way though, Jericho crashing back first hard into the canvas and rolling over onto his knees, trying to will his way upward. Weapon stands up and bends down, motioning for Jericho to get up, looking for that Golden Bullet Spear already. Jericho gets to his feet with his back aimed towards Lethal, when the Legend rushes in quickly for the spear. Jericho leap frogs him though, causing Lethal to fly through the ropes behind Dylan and onto the apron. He lands right above the open casket, the crowd screaming as he begins to push himself upwards. He gets to his feet when Jericho steps in and grabs him around the neck. He pulls him down chin first into the top cable, Lethal somehow not tumbling backwards into the casket. He shakes his head, trying to remain upright when Jericho rushes into the ropes running perpendicular to the ones Weapon’s located behind. He springs off the second cable and turns, dropkicking Weapon to the chest and almost knocking him down into the casket. Weapon grabs the top rope though and keeps from falling into the structure.
Dan: Lethal barely avoiding going into that casket!
Mayne: Come on Jericho, force him in there already and get this thing over with.
Jericho steps in now when Lethal bends forward and spears him to the gut through the cables. He now sticks his head between the legs of Dylan about to back drop him over the cables and into the casket. Before he can though, Jericho steps off and to the side of Weapon, blasting him to the face with a stiff kick. Lethal is almost knocked off the apron and into the casket now while Jericho spots this, turning and rushing into the opposite ropes quickly. He bounces off and comes back in when Lethal springs onto the top rope and flies off, connecting with a flying forearm strike to the face of Jericho as he came in. Dylan is knocked down hard to the canvas with the crowd putting their hands together, enjoying the sight of what they are seeing immensely. Jericho rushes to his feet with the crowd still going nuts when a dazed Weapon steps in and catches him around the waist, going for a belly to belly. Dylan headbunts him though and drives his knee into the gut of Lethal, causing him to bend forward from the strike. Jericho spins around for a discus roaring elbow when Weapon ducks it, getting behind his back. Jericho spins around and is caught around the waist by Weapon, who drops in reverse, connecting with the belly to belly suplex. The fans erupt as Jericho crashes onto his back and arches his spine from the canvas.
Dylan rolls over and tries to get to his feet when Lethal steps in and blasts him to the forehead with a right, followed by another shot. He grabs Jericho by the hair and forces him onto his feet before backing him into the ropes. He now whips him off across the ring when Jericho spins around, and pulls Lethal into a knee to the gut instead, blocking the attempt. Lethal is bent forward when Dylan steps to his side and grabs the back of his head, punting him straight to the face with a blistering, deadly kick. Lethal stands up straight, looking incredibly dazed by the strike before Jericho backs him into the ropes now and whips him off across the ring. Weapon bounces off and comes back in when Jericho bends forward, going for a back drop suplex. Lethal steps over his head though and wraps his arms around his waist, hoisting him into the air and onto a single shoulder. He turns towards the ropes and begins to rush across the ring, looking to powerbomb Dylan over the ropes and into the casket. Jericho slides off his shoulder though at the last second and catches Lethal by the back of the head. He drops down into a huge reverse neckbreaker, planting the head of Weapon hard into the canvas. Lethal sits up, reaching for his neck while Jericho gets to his feet.
He rushes into the ropes in front of Weapon, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps forward, catching Lethal around the neck and pulling him down into a flip over neckbreaker, almost a seated blockbuster. Lethal sits up, gripping his neck while Jericho rolls away from him with a smug grin on his face.
Mayne: What a nice transition there by Jericho Dylan, taking down Lethal Weapon, softening him up before he ultimately goes into the casket.
Douglas: Don’t make it sound like the decision is already rendered here Billy.
Billy: The decision is already decided every time you step into the ring with a member of the Alpha Generation.
Jericho stands up at the side of Weapon before jumping into the air and going into a corkscrew, twisting senton straight across the ribs of Lethal. The Legend shouts in pain while Jericho stands up quickly once more and now flips over backwards into a standing moonsault with incredible hang time. He crashes into Lethal and rises to his knees, looking proud of himself before he points to the top rope. Everyone begins booing as Jericho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, approaching the corner. He steps through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle while Weapon gets to a kneeling base, clutching his mid-section. Jericho is now standing on the top rope when Lethal stands up and suddenly rushes in. He places his hands to the side of Jericho, shoving him off and sending him flying sideways directly at the silver casket. He crashes into it violently across his chest and stomach, bouncing off the closed lid and collapsing onto his back. He grabs his jaw and rolls across the mats, looking to be in tremendous pain.
Douglas: Ohhh, what a nasty, nasty collision by Jericho with that casket.
Jericho gets up and stumbles, staggering about with his hand over his jaw, looking to be in severe pain while Weapon steps in and grabs the top rope. He springs over it, directly at Jericho now, looking incredibly graceful as he comes down on top of Jericho, knocking both men hard into the mats. Weapon rolls off Jericho onto his seat, gazing around at the fans with a dazed glint in his eyes. The fans are still putting their hands together while Weapon gets to his feet, staggering a bit. He grabs Jericho around the neck and pulls him to his feet before grabbing him by the wrist. He whips him hard towards the steel barricade as Jericho turns and crashes spine first into the steel with a violent impact. Jericho arches his spine, roaring in agony while he leans against the barricade for support. Weapon bends forward and now charges in, looking as if he’s going for the spear once more. Jericho steps out of the way and grabs the back of Lethal’s head, throwing him face first into the steel plate of the barricade. It dents brutally around his noggin while Jericho staggers in reverse, taking several deep breaths.
Weapon grips his head in tremendous pain while trying to pull himself to his feet. As soon as he does and turns towards Jericho, Dylan rushes in and jumps forward. He connects with a sickening front dropkick to his chest, that sends Lethal flying back first into the barricade once more. His body rams hard into the metal as Weapon lands on his seat, roaring in tremendous anguish. Jericho gets to his feet slowly, looking battered and exhausted from the quickness of this contest. He finally turns towards Lethal and grabs him by the hair, forcing him up to his feet. He clutches Lethal by the back of the head, forcing him towards the steel steps and bashing him face first hard into them. Lethal stands up, looking dazed while Jericho begins to pull him towards the casket once more. The official opens the lid as Jericho tries to push Lethal down into it. Weapon places his hands on the edge of the casket though, keeping him from being pushed inside.
Mayne: Give it up already Lethal, go into the damn casket!
Douglas: I don’t think he’s going in there quite that easily Billy.
Jericho blasts Lethal over the back several times then bends forward, burying his shoulder into his spine. He hoists Weapon into the air and drops back into a hard back drop suplex straight into the mats. Lethal bridges his spine off the mats while yelling in tremendous pain, Jericho getting up and sliding into the ring. He stands up quickly and turns towards Weapon, grabbing the top rope and pulling himself over with a senton bomb straight on top of the ribs of Weapon who is laid out on the outside mats. Weapon grabs his mid-section rolling back and forth while Jericho crawls into his face now, getting nose to nose with him.
Jericho: Your going into the casket you son of a bitch, your going into the casket!
Jericho stands up and grabs Lethal around the neck, pulling him the battered Legend to his feet, dragging him towards the casket. He tries to push him down inside now when Weapon grabs the edge of the casket again, resisting going inside. Jericho steps to the side of Weapon and kicks him hard to the ribs before trying to push him inside yet again. Lethal is still blocking this though, keeping from going inside before letting go and turning away from him. He rolls into the ring to avoid Jericho, who jumps onto the apron, gripping the back of his neck. Weapon stands up in the ring when Jericho jumps over the ropes and turns his body, still holding onto the top cable as his shins land on the shoulders of Lethal. He lets go of the top rope and turns, pulling Lethal forward with a head scissors that sends him flying through the ropes and turning. Weapon lands inside of the casket with the crowd booing loudly. Jericho gets up in the ring and quickly steps onto the apron. He grabs the casket lid and tries to force it shut but Lethal gets his hands up, blocking the lid from shutting. Jericho is still trying to close it with all of his strength though while the crowd screams.
Suddenly Weapon pushes the casket door open hard, sending it smacking into the face of Jericho and causing him to stand up straight on the apron. Hie eyes roll to the back of his head while Weapon gets out of the casket and gets up behind Jericho, who had turned away from him. He locks his arms around the waist of Jericho, trying to German him backwards into the casket. Dylan wraps his arms around the top rope though, keeping from being suplexed into the casket with all of his strength. The referee shuts the lid now when Jericho mule kicks Lethal straight to the testicles, causing him to bend forward and shout out in pain. Dylan turns around and catches Lethal around the neck on the apron, standing him up straight as he places him in position for the side effect on top of the closed casket. The fans start to scream before Lethal back elbows him to the head, causing him to break the side effect attempt before Weapon catches him around the neck and drops back into a brutal, vicious DDT straight on top of the casket. Jericho bounces off the metal lid and rolls off, landing on the mats across his back while Lethal lays on top of the steel structure still. A holy shit chant starts from the crowd at the sight of what they just witnessed.
Mayne: A DDT right on top of the casket, my God that was insane!
Douglas: These two men are trying to do nothing short of kill one another in this match to Impress the Champion!
Lethal rolls under the ropes into the ring, gripping the back of his neck, looking to be in extreme pain while Dylan gets to a crawling base. Blood seeps from his forehead as he stands up and staggers towards the ring. He rises onto the apron when Weapon steps in and grabs him around the neck, lifting him into the air with a vertical suplex back into the ring. Jericho crashes hard into the canvas, sitting up and reaching for his spine while Lethal turns, shouting for the officials to open the casket yet again. They do so while Weapon stands up and grabs Jericho around the neck, forcing him onto his feet. He bends forward, placing his hands to the chest and gut of Jericho, lifting him up into the air for the gorilla press. The crowd starts to scream as Lethal shows incredible strength, carrying Dylan towards the ropes to throw him over into the casket. Jericho turns though abruptly, sliding off the hands of Weapon as he had him over the cables. He catches Lethal around the neck and pulls him down throat first into the top rope. Lethal bounces off and stumbles backwards while Jericho lands on the apron, leaning against the ropes and trying to catch his breath. Suddenly Weapon bends forward though and rushes across the ring, spearing Jericho to the gut and sending him flying backwards as he turns as well. The fans scream as Jericho lands in the casket.
Douglas: Jericho’s in the casket, he’s in the casket! Lethal just has to close it now!
Mayne: Don’t do it Lethal, give something back to the industry for once you bastard!
Weapon begins to push himself up, grabbing the ropes to stand in a very dazed, incoherent stage before he reaches through the ropes and grabs the top of the casket. He tries to force it downward when Jericho regains his senses. He reaches up, putting his hands against the casket lid, trying to keep it from shutting to the best of his abilities. Lethal is leaning into the casket lid with all of his strength, yet can’t force it closed. Jericho now pushes the casket lid open enough to reach his hand up and dig it into the eye sockets of Lethal, racking them brutally. Weapon turns away from Jericho, grabbing his eyes and staggering across the ring while Dylan begins to climb out of the casket, clutching his ribs throughout the process. He gets onto the apron and grabs the top rope, pulling himself over to the opposite side as he lands feet first on the second cable. He springs off in reverse, straight into Lethal who turns in time to eat a back elbow straight to the face. Dylan lands on the canvas beside him as Lethal rolls across the canvas, holding his jaw in pain. Jericho gets up quickly, holding his ribs still as he grabs Lethal around the neck, rolling him onto his knees. He pops him in the face with a kick, then connects with a forearm to the side of his jaw. He finally grabs him around the neck, pulling him up to his feet as he signals for the Bourbon Street Blues, putting Lethal into position for the move. Weapon shoves Jericho off backwards into the cables though. He bounces off and comes back in at Lethal who steps forward quickly only for Dylan to baseball slide between his legs, getting behind his back.
Jericho stands up and puts Lethal in a reverse neckbreaker position, perhaps looking for the modification of the Bourbon Street Blues. Before he can hit it though, Weapon spins around and in turn, switches Jericho out of position for the move, so that his head is tucked forward between his legs. Lethal hooks both of his arms, going for the Final Shot to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd. Dylan swings himself around out of it though and in the process grabs the wrist of Lethal, pulling him into a kick to the gut before he locks him in position for the DDT. He has him in the front facelock, before charging at the cables. He steps up them, going for the tornado DDT only for Weapon to push him off and over the ropes. Jericho lands on the apron though, right in front of the open casket, the crowd cheering loudly as he almost slips and goes inside. Lethal steps towards Jericho quickly, firing a right that is blocked by Dylan. Jericho slaps Lethal hard straight across the side of the face, causing Weapon to have to turn away from him. He clutches his cheek in pain while stepping over the steel chair that was used on him earlier.
Douglas: Jericho avoiding sheer disaster there.
Mayne: Holy hell that was close. Stay on Lethal while you have the chance Jericho, stay on him dammit!
Jericho grabs the top cable now and pulls himself over the ropes, preparing to springboard at Lethal who turns suddenly with the chair in hand. He throws it right into the face of Dylan, the steel crashing off his skull brutally then flying through the air. Jericho’s grip is knocked away from the cable as he tumbles sideways into the casket now, the fans still going absolutely nuts while they put their hands together.
Douglas: Jericho is in the casket, he’s in the casket!
Mayne: Lethal cheated, he cheated dammit!
Jericho is laid out in the casket as Weapon stumbles forward, sticking his head through the cables and grabbing the casket lid. He tries to force it down and seal him in when Dylan gets his hands up, holding the casket from being shut yet again. The fans are going nuts as Jericho and Weapon struggles against one another only for Lethal to stand up and grab the top rope. Suddenly he pulls himself over the top cable with a senton straight on top of the casket lid, forcing it shut and causing everyone to go insane. Lethal tumbles to the side of the casket, that has now been sealed, the referee turning and motioning for the bell.
Douglas: Lethal did it, it’s over, he’s somehow come from behind and won this casket match! What a contest to open the show!
Mayne: This is absolute, unadulterated bullshit of the highest order! Does Weapon ever try to actually help the younger talent around here!?!
Lethal is holding his back as he rises to his knees, raising his arms in victory when out of nowhere, Devin Hawk kicks him to the back of the head. Weapon is knocked to the mats with Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent now coming back into the camera’s frame as well. Obviously Mag looks still out of breath after having given pursuit to Hurse a few moments ago, but that doesn’t stop him from stomping away at the down Lethal Weapon. Jackson opens the lid of the casket and begins to help Jericho out.
Douglas: Oh come on now! Lethal being attacked by the Alpha Generation!!
Mayne: Hahaha, this is glorious, absolutely magnanimous, the Alpha Generation retaking control here tonight. Making examples of the whole roster that has opposed them.
Dan: This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!
The crowd is still screaming as Devin Hawk, Jackson Adams, and Too Magnificent continue to lay into Lethal with boots on the outside of the ring. Jericho is regaining his composure, leaning against the casket for support. Devin now motions for Jericho to open the casket, which he does, popping the lid quickly. He pushes the casket off the rollers though and begins to use all his strength to drag it up the ramp, Too Magnificent stepping to the other side to help. They push the casket onto the ramp and keep the lid open all the while. Devin stomps at Lethal’s face before he bends down and begins to shout into his features.
Devin: I hope you like nice, tight, dark places you motherfucker, because your about to be buried alive!
Hawk grabs Lethal around the neck while Jackson takes a hold of his other wrist as well. Both the Livewire Champion and Devin drag an almost lifeless Lethal to his feet, beginning to drag him towards the casket. Everyone starts to cheer as Lethal tries to fight back throwing an elbow into Jackson’s gut, then connecting with a shot to Devin’s face. He is getting fired up as he plants Too Magnificent with a chop to the chest when suddenly Devin blasts him over the back with a forearm strike then turns, catching him around the head and dropping into a DDT onto the steel ramp. Lethal bashes off hard, the crowd reacting with disdain as Lethal rolls onto his back, looking completely out of it. Jericho steps in, grabbing him by the ears and rolling him onto his knees while Devin grabs him under the arm, both men forcing Weapon into the casket.
Mayne: They’ve got Lethal inside, yes, yes, this is definite payback time!
Douglas: This is disgusting, reprehensible, what do these men think they’re doing?
The casket is closed as Devin motions for something from the back. To boos from the crowd the rear end of a tow truck pulls through the entry way, stopping on the stage with several chains hanging from it. Jericho steps in as well as Jackson, grabbing the chains and pulling them towards the casket, holding steel hooks in their hands. Devin is directing traffic while he slides a padlock over the casket handle, sealing it shut with Weapon inside. He tries to push his way out, kicking on the doors from within to get out while Devin tells Jericho and Jackson slip the hooks into two steel holes on both sides of the casket. Hawk yells for the truck to take off now with the fans responding with absolute fury.
Douglas: Oh no, come on, don’t do this, don’t do this!!
Mayne: Wait now, this may be even going a bit over the line here, but I trust the Alpha Generation’s judgement.
They step out of the way now as the truck starts up again and pulls forward through the entry way, dragging the casket across the steel ramp and to the backstage area, Lethal still locked inside. Devin watches with a huge grin on his features.
Dan: No, no, my God, this is terrible, Weapon is inside of that casket and he’s being driven to the backstage area!
Mayne: This show has definitely gotten off to an absolutely insane start tonight.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Devin Hawk takes up the forefront of the camera, his sweaty back aimed towards the camera as he stands over top of the casket Lethal is still trapped inside. It’s still sealed shut with the padlock while the remainder of the Alpha Generation lurk over it, following the chains attached to it’s steel surface and hooked to the back of the tow truck. They seem very excited while Devin puts his foot on the casket, grinning and leaning against his knee while he gazes at his Alpha Generation teammates.
Devin: I guess it’s finally time to take out the trash, and dump this collection of shit in a landfill.
Jackson chuckles, as does Jericho and Too Magnificent, all of them liking the sound of this. Adams begins to slap Devin on the shoulder several times, sticking to his side throughout the process.
Jackson: Agreed, Devin. Don’t even worry about Sean Johnson tonight, we’ll take care of him, you just dispose of this worthless hack.
With a hard kick, Adams strikes the casket, continuing to display his frustrations. Devin merely starts to grin as he now steps towards the tow truck, swinging open the driver’s side door as he prepares to enter the already started vehicle. The crowd inside the arena screams in horror while the Alpha Generation grin, feeling a sense of accomplishment, realizing that a trapped Lethal is about to be pulled onto the open streets inside the casket. Devin begins to slip into the driver’s seat when out of nowhere Hurse rushes into the camera frame, still bloodied and hopping on Too Magnificent immediately. He begins to blast him in the face repeatedly with closed shots, knocking Too Magnificent backwards with each blow. Jericho and Jackson pounce upon him, throwing forearms into his back repeatedly. Hurse is bent forward from the shots when Too Magnificent steps to his side and grabs the back of the Submission Champion’s head, rushing him at the pure white wall at his side and pushing him down face first into it. Hurse bounces off hard and lands on his seat, grabbing his battered cranium, which is bleeding even more, the Submission title falling off from around his waist.
Jericho Dylan steps in immediately, beginning to throw right hands into the face of the seated Hurse repeatedly, further lacerating his cranium. Jackson moves forward and begins to stomp him to the chest repeatedly before finally turning and shouting at Devin who is looking out from the driver’s seat of the truck.
Adams: Go on, go now!
Jackson waves him on while turning back to the bloodied Hurse. Devin is about to close the door when it’s grabbed from the other side. The fans on the inside of the arena scream loudly when the door is trust open by Sean “Genocide” Johnson. He jumps onto the tow truck and immediately grabs Devin around the neck, beginning to drag him forcefully out of the vehicle. Devin tries his best to stay inside and start the truck, but is unable to when Johnson connects with several rights to his temple. He finally pulls Hawk out of the truck onto his feet in front of him, while blasting him to the face repeatedly. The crowd is screaming loudly as Sean strikes Devin to the forehead with hard shots, knocking him into a backwards spiral in the direction of the open double doors leading back into the arena. The other Alpha Generation members don’t see this while they lay into the defenseless Hurse with stomps and right hands, Too Magnificent trying to strangle the Submission Champion with both hands. His face has become a dark shade of red while referees and security begin to filter in as well, trying to get the casket open where Lethal is trapped inside.
DEVIN HAWK VS. SEAN “GENOCIDE” JOHNSON
Douglas: What insanity here tonight Billy, in-san-i-ty! It’s been all out chaos with the Alpha Generation trying to retake control of Annihilation here this evening, starting with Lethal Weapon and Hurse. I cannot believe what Devin Hawk was just about to do.
Mayne: Desperate times, calls for desperate measures, extreme measures actually. That’s what we just witnessed Dan, the Alpha Generation trying to take it up a notch and show all why they shouldn’t be toiled with.
Douglas: You can’t justify the sickening act we were about to see from the Alpha Generation, there’s no way whatsoever to justify it. Hey wait a minute here!
(Suddenly the fans stand to there feet as Devin Hawk and Sean Johnson suddenly explode from the curtains going crazy with lefts and rights, both men slamming punches into each other looking for a way to get the physical upper hand, Suddenly Devin slaps a hard chop across the chest of Sean knocking him to the ramp the sound echoing through the arena as many fans shout ‘Woo’, Devin however is wasting no time and just stomps on Johnson a number of time before lifting him up to his feet and walking him to the ring, he grabs him by the hair and just goes to slam his face into the apron, but suddenly SJ slams an elbow into his side and breaks the hold on his head before grabbing Devin and slamming him head first into the apron instead knocking him down to one knee!)
Dan: This match getting started right now, these two men not waiting to get their hands on one another!
Mayne: And rightfully so, Devin has to be out to permanently injure this idiot Johnson, who still somehow considers himself the number one contender for the Livewire Championship, which is ridiculous.
SJ just grabs him again and grabs him by the arm as Devin stands before throwing him hard into the steel post causing Devin to fly from his feet and hit the ground on the adjacent side of the ring, the fans are cheering loudly at this as Johnson just poses for the fans with a large smirk on his face, he then turns back to Devin and lifts him from his knees to his feet before rolling him in the ring to get this match officially underway, however, instead of climbing in himself he just drags Devin back out by the hair, resting his neck across the apron corner before stepping back and lunging in with a huge elbow across his forehead snapping the neck of Hawk backwards across the apron causing him to roll in the ring holding his neck in pain.
Sean just taunts the fans and shouts some abuse about Devin before jumping up on the apron casually and holding his chest for a moment, still feeling the affects of the knife chop a few moments ago from Devin Hawk, he enters the ring and just walks toward Devin who is up on one knee, however Devin sees him coming and cleverly crawls to the ropes placing his upper body between the top and middle one, instantly the official stands between him and Sean Johnson, the fans booing loudly as Devin gets himself a breather, he holds his neck and stands up causing the official to step aside as both men now take caution and slowly begin to circle the ring, Sean Johnson as enthusiastic as ever as he gets the fans to join in with his chant of “Weapon’s going to kill you”, Devin just shouts back at him and turns to the official telling him to get Sean to concentrate on the match, shrugging his shoulders the official does nothing causing both men to suddenly lunge in angrily into the lock up, with fury motivating him Devin just charges Sean Johnson backwards into the corner but is held by Johnson and unable to break the lock up causing the official to break it for them, telling Devin to step back, slowly both men let go but suddenly Devin lunges back in with another huge chop across the chest of Sean Johnson that echoes through the arena once more, Sean just sits on the middle turnbuckle yelling in pain and holding his chest before suddenly he stands up and in a furious temper shouts at the official to do something, the official – who has already shouted at Devin – just demands he continue with the match.)
Dan Douglas: What a quick way to start this match up, both men fighting from the back and instantly the two of them are finding a huge dislike for each other!
Billy Mayne: Sean Johnson is to cocky for his own good, last week he barely escaped a beating from Jackson Adams, this week he needs to be careful not to get worse from Devin Hawk.
Dan Douglas: Nearly survived a beating? Jackson Adams purposely got himself disqualified!
Billy Mayne: *whistles*
(Slowly both men begin to circle the ring again, the smile on SJ’s face now gone, both men focused and looking to really hurt one another, suddenly the lunge in for the lock up but instantly Sean Johnson drops to mat and turns his body behind Devin’s rolling him into a school boy pin,
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Kickout by Devin who seems shocked at the quickness of Sean Johnson and stumbles back to his feet but Sean Johnson just grabs him and rolls him to the mat for another roll up pin,
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No! Devin kicks out again, but once more Sean is the faster of the two and gets back to his feet grabbing Devin Hawk into a side headlock as he himself stands moments later, he grinds the hold in and looks to have it held tightly, but Devin is not standing for it and powerfully just pushes Sean Johnson in the back breaking the hold on his head and with such power that it sends SJ into the ropes, he hits them and comes back but right into the stiff arm of Devin Hawk who takes him down with a tough clothesline that has Sean Johnson bouncing off the mat and holding the back of his head from the impact with the mat, his body back up in the sitting position, Devin just shouts some abuse at Sean then backtracks into the ropes and comes back at his opponent, but Sean just rolls onto his chest causing Devin to leap over him into the next set of ropes, SJ then stands up as Devin comes back at him and leapfrogs over his head, Sean then runs forward into the ropes opposite the ones Devin hits and the two come back at each other with pace, but suddenly Devin lifts a huge boot in the air and takes Sean down to the mat with a boot that smashes him in the face with power and leaves him laying on the mat holding his face in pain. Devin just arrogantly drops to his knees and rests himself over Sean Johnson, going for a pin himself now, Sean hardly moving underneath him,
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No! Kickout by Johnson who rolls a shoulder up.)
Dan Douglas: Both men going for the pin attempts, Sean and Devin are both very determined human beings and you can say without even needing to assume that both these men want a win here and for more then just the victory, Sean wants to continue to prove himself as one of the best and Devin Hawk knows Lethal Weapon will be watching, he couldn’t get his hands on Weapon at the beginning of the show, so now he is trying to send a message!
Billy Mayne: And what a message that is going to be, the guy is powerful and part of the Alpha Generation, maybe the strongest faction ever in ULW history, he has all the cards Dan and Sean Johnson, not to mention Lethal Weapon has none.
(Devin just stands back to his feet and lifts Sean Johnson back up to his before slamming a hard right hand into his head knocking him backwards into the ropes and causing him to rest there holding his head and trying to get rid of the cobwebs the big boot has planted in his head.
Devin however is relentless and grabs Sean by the arm before attempting to throw him across the ring, but suddenly Johnson reverse it and tries to throw Devin Hawk instead, however Devin keeps ahold of his arm and turns his body back toward Sean lifting him up to his side and using his strength to elevate him right up to his shoulders before suddenly roaring with anger and dropping him powerfully to the mat nearly causing it to shake from the impact of the sidewalk slam that has Sean Johnson arching his back in agony and again, he tries for the pin, hooking the leg of his opponent,
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No! Kickout by Sean Johnson again who rolls his shoulder up and looks very, very groggy, Devin just rolls back to his feet and looks annoyed at the fact he hasn’t put this away yet, he leans down grabbing Johnson before picking him up, he then slams another hard chop across the chest of SJ knocking him backwards into the corner of the ring before casually walking in toward him, he then grabs the arm of Sean and throws him powerfully across the ring before running in right after him, but Johnson seems well aware of his position as he grabs the ropes that approach him quickly and leaps into the air, letting his body basically float while Devin Hawk runs underneath him, not ready for the counter by Sean who suddenly just rolls away, angrily Devin turns back to face him and just charges at him for a clothesline, but Sean Johnson suddenly ducks it and just waits for him to turn back to face him before leaping in the air and hitting a huge leg lariat that has the fans leaping to there feet and cheering loudly for Sean Johnson who stands back up, to his surprise Devin stands back up quickly as well, he shakes the cobwebs away and just charges Sean with another clothesline, but again Sean Johnson ducks it before booting Devin in the stomach as he turns around bending him forward before running off the far ropes and going for a axe kick across the back of Devin’s neck, but Devin sees it coming and stands up moving out of the way, Sean turns to him and Devin lunges in for a big boot, but Sean ducks that and runs across the ring into the far ropes before coming back at him with pace, he leaps into the air and just twists his body into a corkscrew shoulder block takedown! Devin just falls to the mat and finally slows down holding his chest as Sean runs at the ropes before leaping to the top but allowing his legs to bounce off the top rope into a split leg moonsault right across the body of Devin Hawk causing the fans to cheer even more loudly.
Sean suddenly stands back up and slaps his own leg, Titanic Kick!!!)
Dan Douglas: HERE WE GO!! Sean Johnson is about to put this match to bed and Alpha Generation are not going to be pleased about this at all!!
Billy Mayne: NO! Devin must have a plan, this can’t be it!!
Dan Douglas: Sean Johnson is primed and the adrenlain is pumping, momentum is on his side and Devin Hawk could be his next victim!!
(Devin slowly stands up and Sean just stalks him waiting for him to turn, suddenly he does turn and Sean leaps into his Titanic Kick, but NO! Devin Hawk ducks it and sees it coming suddenly Sean Johnson turns, surprised himself at the composure Devin has to move out of the way, however his shock is met with a kick to the midsection by Devin who then places him between his legs causing the fans into the arena to all suddenly stand up, all still booing but each of them excited at the idea of seeing Borrowed Fate (Canadian Destroyer), Devin just taunts the hating fans with it before suddenly Sean Johnson stands up throwing Devin Hawk over his head, but Devin counters right into a sunset flip, but he loses his grip and Sean rolls right through it back to his feet before coming off the ropes and leaping back at Devin with a huge dropkick to the face that sounds through the arena, he then stands up and calls for the Hurricane Johnson, the fans are going mad as he steps out onto the apron and just climbs the ropes looking down on Devin who is in the perfect position, suddenly he leaps off, HURRICANE JOHNSON!!! NOOOOO!!! DEVIN HAWK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! Johnson hits the mat hard and just grabs his ass which hit the mat with impact before standing back up instantly, but suddenly Devin grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around before booting him in the midsection, BORROWED FATE!! HE HITS IT!!! Sean Johnson is spun inside out as Devin hits his modified piledriver causing the fans to go nuts everywhere at one of the most popular finishers in the ULW today, Devin quickly just grabs the legs of Sean and goes for the pin,
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DEVIN HAWK WINS! The fans are going nuts as Devin sits up in the ring looking out over the fans, Sean laid out behind, his body motionless, boo’s are now echoing around the arena as the sound of Devin’s name is called out as the winner of the match.
Douglas: Devin has done it, he’s beaten Sean “Genocide” Johnson tonight in what was a very intense bout!
Mayne: The Alpha Generation still dominant here tonight ladies and gentlemen!
Devin rolls out of the ring, looking exhausted while Johnson gets to his side, appearing stunned that he didn’t pick up the win tonight.
A PATH TO DESTRUCTION
A more mixed reaction than anything dissipates through the backstage corridors at the mere sight of “The Icon,” the Orlando Cruze. He is located in the backstage lockeroom, pacing with his head lowered, decked out in ring gear for tonight’s sure to be brutal encounter with Isaac Saine. While he continues to march back and forth in his dressing room, he stares down and mumbles to himself while shaking his head in agitation. Finally, Kloe emerges from the entrance to the room, cutting him off in his trek across the blue carpeted floor. Her eyes scanning the content in the new ULW Magazine.
Kloe: Orlando, honey, have you seen the new ULW magazine, the columns written about your turn on Desolation are completely askew. They’ve got everything wrong....
Orlando stops pacing as he looks up at his love with agitation in his eyes.
Orlando: You act like they actually get some things right every now and then. The ULW is ran by a bunch of idiots who I’d be surprised can tie their own shoes without their momma’s assistance. This stupid magazine means nothing....
Orlando forcefully snatches it from a rather shocked Kloe’s hand, squeezing the magazine up tightly in his clutches. Ultimately he pitches it to the floor before rubbing at his forehead,; Kloe still appearing stunned by his behavior.
Kloe: Orlando, what’s wrong?
She slips her slender hands over his shoulders while Cruze is still breathing heavily, appearing incredibly intense.
Orlando: Well, since you asked so kindly, I guess I’ll just spill my guts to you right, Dr. Phil?
Kloe: Calm down, I’m just trying to help.
Kloe appears disturbed by the reaction of Cruze, who seems somewhat remorseful to have responded so harshly to her.
Cruze: Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just getting so frustrated with the idiots around here. Morons who just can’t get their head around the fact that I’m better than the entire roster, that I’m bigger than this whole fucking show, and yet I’m still forced to jump through hoops for a God damn title shot! Look at me Kloe, I’m the Icon, I’m a three time former World Champion, and yet I’m booed by the peons in the crowd, and held back by the peasants in managerial roles in this company, it’s enough to make me sick.
Kloe: It’s alright Orlando, you’ll win the Impress the Champion series, I’m sure of it. It’s not like you have that much competition after all.
Orlando sinks his upper teeth into his lower lip, shaking his head with a condescending smirk on his face, although he’s anything but happy.
Orlando: That’s what I’m talking about Kloe; I shouldn’t have to win any ridiculous series of matches dreamed up by that hypocritical loon, Desolation. The man plays with toys for God’s sakes and yet he’s allowed to book matches around here? Come on! This is just his way of trying to be like everyone else I’ve run across in my career. They’ve all tried to hold me back, to keep me from furthering my legacy! But it will stop. I will no longer put up with the insolence of people like Desolation, or Hurse, or Lethal Weapon, or even.....
He freezes abruptly in the middle of his rant while his eyes open as wide as saucers, setting upon someone entering his less than humble dressing room. In strolls none other than Nathan Creed, the fans in the arena cheering rather loudly at the sight of the Future with the Xtreme Championship over his shoulder. Kloe gazes him with a less than pleased expression, realizing the mental anguish he’s caused to her man. Orlando appears ever intense while staring into the face of Nathan, who stops just a few inches away from him with the gold still glistening over his shoulder.
Cruze: Perfect timing Creed, come back here to bombard me with a few hundred more questions are you?
Nathan merely shakes his head, an intense aura about him, no smiles, no chuckles, no pleasure in being in the presence of his long time friend Cruze.
Nathan: No Cruze, I didn’t come back here to hassle you with questions. I came here to try and reason with you man, that’s all. You need to realize what you did to Desolation crossed the line. I know a piece of you, somewhere deep down inside knows that what you did was wrong, that what you did went against every fiber of your being. Cruze, I know there’s some piece of your humanity remaining man.....
The Icon listens before a giggle escapes through his lips, trying to cover his mouth while he turns away from Creed. He attempts to hide his laughter as Nathan freezes in mid-sentence, immediately dejected by this behavior.
Cruze: Hahahaha, sorry, sorry Nathan, I really am. How long did it take you to prepare that speech, or who did you get to write it for you, Robin? If she’s not too busy doing something else with her hands that is.....
Kloe laughs out loud at the statement while Orlando nods in her direction, equally as amused. Nathan steps up straight into his face though, causing Cruze to snap his focus back to his long time friend, all grins fading away.
Nathan: This isn’t a joke Orlando. I’m trying to save you from a path of destruction man. If you go up against Desolation, if you continue to wage this vendetta, then your just asking for trouble....
Orlando: And who are you going to be Nathan, the guy that pulls me back from the edge. Hell, you couldn’t even save your relationship with Krissie, why should I listen to your advice. Your mouth has gotten you into plenty of situations you couldn’t fight out of, and I’ve been there to support you through most of them. If you were the type of friend you consider yourself to be, if we’re really as close as you think we are, then instead of second guessing me and demanding explanations, you’d be there to have my back!
Orlando and Nathan are nose to nose, eye to eye, both of them looking to snap at a moment’s notice. Kloe is quick to slip her hands around Orlando’s wrist, looking to keep the situation from imploding between them.
Kloe: Hey Orlando babe, let’s get going, your match is just a few moments from now.
She tugs at his arm, forcing Orlando to follow, although he doesn’t take his eyes off of the intense Nathan. Creed is seething in anger still, as is Cruze who is pulled out of the room finally. Nathan turns with the belt still shimmering over his shoulder while he shakes his head in anger.
Nathan: And I’ll be right there at ringside to watch it.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
DEADLY ULTIMATUM
The fans respond with disgust at the sight of none other than Hurse lying with his head absolutely busted open, spread across the pure white floor in the VIP room. Drops of his blood stain the ground with his hands chained behind his back and foots being shot brutally into his sternum and the side of his face. The crowd boos loudly at the sight of both Jericho Dylan and Too Magnificent stomping at him repeatedly, the Submission Champion unable to defend himself.
Jackson: Get that camera over here now dammit, get it over here!!
The camera turns away from the bloodied, coughing Hurse who is still being savagely beat upon, centering on none other than Jackson Adams. He is tightly gripping the skinny arm of a terrified Michelle Blacker, who is forced to hold the microphone up to his mouth. She tries desperately to get free from the man who is not only wearing the Livewire title over one shoulder, but is now clutching the stolen Submission Championship over the other. He is ever intense, his skin a dark shade of red and veins sticking out from the surface of his skin. He huffs and breaths with such intensity that it almost causes him to snarl.
Michelle: Jackson, please let me go, your hurting my arm.
Jackson: I don’t give a shit!! I brought you in here to do your job, and your going to do it!
Michelle is almost in tears over how hard her arm is being twisted within the grip of an uncaring Adams. JA’s eyes shift back to the camera, brimming with intensity.
Adams: I’ve got something to say, and dammit, I’m going to say it! I’m sick and tired of our authority being called into question, of people challenging our control over Annihilation, and now it’s time for something to be done about it. Tonight, you’ve seen only the beginning of what the Alpha Generation has in store for this program, you’ve only just gotten a small serving of the horror that we intend to bestow upon our enemies. Needless to say, by the end of the night, there will be no one left to stand against us. It started with Lethal Weapon, it continues with Hurse, and it will end with Isaac Saine, Nathan Creed, and especially Desolation lying in that ring, bloodied, battered, and forgotten!
Jackson continues to seethe, even angrier than before now as something else enters his head, only continuing to squeeze the arm of Michelle within his tight grip.
Adams: But there’s one other person who seems content on now making himself a problem here in the ULW, and his name is Conrad Gray! We got rid of Mark Comeau, so we’ll have no problem putting our hands on you Conrad, if you choose to rear your ugly head here tonight? Oh, by the way, that was a rhetorical question you selfish piece of shit, because the Alpha Generation knows you’ll be here this evening for a variety of reasons. One might be a tad bit more important than any other though. Because you see, if you don’t come to that ring tonight, we’re going to perform our own little public execution. And the criminal we’ll be putting to sleep, will be your old friend.....
Jackson turns as does the camera slightly to stare down at a now seated Hurse. He’s held up by the blood soaked locks of his hair, gripped between the fingers of Jericho Dylan who stands with a grin at his side. Too Magnificent holds up chin while squeezing his cheeks, appearing as sadistic as ever. The camera turns back to Adams.
Adams: But this execution will be anything but humane. Since Hurse likes to consider himself smarter than me, then we’re going to open up his head and get a good look at this huge brain of his, by smashing it open....
Adams raises a sledgehammer into the air, which he grips with his other hand. A disturbing grin begins to form on his face at the sight of it.
Adams: So I suggest you bring your ass to the ring tonight Conrad, or not only will Hurse’s blood be splattered all over that ring, it will also be on your hands.
The glint in Adams’ eyes is one of a purely deranged, psychotic manner as he tilts his head and glares into the camera. He lifts the sledgehammer into the air directly in front of his lips, leaning his face into it.
ANDREW MAY VS. PHANTOM VS. STACY RAINES
Billy : You know, I can just feel the hate coming from the crowd, however, Andrew May's a pretty decent athlete if I may say so myself.
Dan : I'm a little edgy towards his performance as of late, but I think he's got some potential...very slow potential that is.
May backs himself up into the far left corner of the ring, awaiting his opponents. While not taking his sharp eyes off of the stage, "My Last serenade" by Killswitch Engage strikes the arena, Stacy Raines high lights play on the Titatron.*
Dan : Now here is where my money goes, straight to Stacy! There is no doubt, this ferocious young lady is going to just dominate this match, watch is happen Billy, just watch it happen.
Billy : It's a little premature to be making any kind of prediction Dan, but if I was to agree with one thing, Stacy is a very ferocious young woman, and I predict she will do very well.
* Stacy then comes out she walking down to the entrance ramp to the ring. Once in the ring Stacy Climbs the tunrbuckle and raises her arms not looking at the crowd, her face down to the ground the entire time, she then back flips off landing on her feet.Now turning as she slumps down in to the corner and waits for the match to start. Her eyes are fearlessly staring down into the eyes of Andrew May. *
* Finally with much anticipation, the fans so eagerly waiting for the match to begin, all waiting on just one man....Phantom.*
Billy : Now just waiting on the Arrival of Phantom and we'll be all set to go.
Dan : Yeah, speaking of which, I've just gotta say, I am absolutely not impressed, he may have won the contract, but his lack of enthusiasm has really showed.
*Suddenly smoke starts filling up from everywhere on the stage..slowly it drifts and becomes much thicker towards the ring. The lights dim to midnight dark, no music or even so much a sound comes from the entrance, just a highlight reel of Phantom's...*
Billy : Here we go Dan, Phantom is making his appearance known, you see the fog flowing just about everywhere..Look at Stacy and May in the ring, they're just waiting for him to show up out of nowhere!
Dan : I can't hardly see a thing Billy! Where the hell are they?
*Not much expression comes from the crowd, but just enough for the camera's to flash on Phantom making his way down the ring through the thick gray fog. Phantom shows absolutlely no sign of fear in the very least as he enters the ring. At the very sight of him both Stacy Raines and Andrew May, back up into each opposing corner waiting for the fog to clear. As the lights come back on you can see the smoke beginning to fade away, to wear everyone in the ring is finally visible. All three competitors stand ready for the bell, each looking back and forth between each other.*
Dan : Look at these three, they don't know who to attack first!
Billy : I think they're still trying to breathe from the thick fog Phantom just rolled in here with, that was just unbareable.
*The bell is rung, and the three athletes continue standing in their corners, fists up, and ready to roll...Suddenly Andrew looks over to Stacy, and they both nod their heads towards each other while looking back at Phantom, as if they have something planned. Soon enough their plans are revealed when they both decide to take charge at Phantom! Andrew delivers a kick to the midsection, causing Phantom to lean over, as he try's his best to hang on the ropes during the assault. Stacy starts raining hell on his back with some vicious forearms, while Andrew begins working on his neck. Phantom is Irish-Whipped to the ropes, he bounces back, Double clothesline from Andrew and Stacy Raines! Phantom hits the ground hard, as they continue teaming up against him, they start kicking him in the chest and head, in attempt to ware him down as much as possible. Stacy with a jumping elbow drop to Phantoms chest..Now Andrew's turn, as hits him with a dropping fist, and Phantom continues to take a beating in the middle of the ring.*
Billy : Well, I can't say I wouldn't be doing this very same thing. It appears that Stacy Raines and Andrew May have agreed to take out the big man first! Just look at them team up and assault him!
Dan : Yep, nice teamwork. I wonder how long this will go on before they turn on each other.
Billy : For Phantom's sake, let's hope it's not too long.
*Stacy Raines, now picking the defenseless Phantom up to his feet, allowing Andrew May to take over. May grabs him by the pants and neck..He tosses Phantom out of the ring, and tumbling on to the outside he goes..Andrew May and Stacy Raines follow Phantom out. May jumps down as Stacy climbs to the outside on the apron. Signaling for Andrew to hold Phantom down..She leaps off the apron with a body to body splash! Phantom now clutching his chest area. Neither of these two are wasting anytime with Phantom, as Andrew May picks him right back up. He tackles Phantom into the barricade back first! The fans just watching this 2 on 1 assault. Stacy with some back hand chops to Phantoms chest, both her and May take turns on Phantom going back and forth with back hand chops. You can hear the viscious chops all throughout the arena....Stacy after seeing Phantom completely worn down, gives him a big slap to the right side of his face! Phantom falls back down to the mats...and quickly picked back up, he is then rolled back into the ring, followed by his two opponents.*
Dan : I thought this was suppose to be a triple threat! Now it has escalated into a Handicap match!
Billy : I honestly don't think there is much hope from Phantom, he's helpless! They're just beating him from head to toe, not even so much as giving him a chance..
*Phantom now being stood up to his feet, in the hands of Andrew May.. he signals for the Zinedine Zidane! ..the staggering Phantom is seen about to get 'owned' by Andrew May...Just as may hits the ropes, he bounces back towards Phantom about to hit him with his head to the chest..Stacy Raines stands behind Phantom in a really bad time..Andrew goes for it..but Phantom ducks out of the way! As Phantom hits the ground out of dodge, Andrew May ends up knocking Stacy straight in the jaw with his head knocking her unconscious..the crowd blows up, and May goes into a state of disbelief and blame..*
Dan : Hahaha! Phantom was playing dead! Andrew May just hit Stacy Raines in the face with the Zinedane Zidane!
Billy : She's completely unconscious Dan! Unbelievable! And look at Andrew, he can't believe it himself! That was some quick thinking by Phantom!
Dan : When she wakes up Billy, she's going to be PISSED!
*Andrew May, still not believing what he just did, he try's to wake up the out cold Stacy Raines, not even realizing Phantom, planted right behind him and desperately waiting for him to turn around. Andrew shakes his head and the expression on his face pretty much speaks for itself. Slowly May turns around not knowing what he's about to recieve..Phantom cirlces his arm in a clockwise motion a couple of times, and just as May turns around...CLOTHESELINE from Phantom! May is forced to the canvas taking a hard fall to his beck as he clutches his neck..Phantom has now gained the upperhand in the match. Looking down at Stacy Raines, still out cold, Phantom smirks with satisfaction..he now has the opportunity to get his revenge. Phantom picks up Andrew by the neck, as he is stood up on to his feet, Phantom grabs hold of him, he very quickly whips him into the corner. As May hits the corner turnbuckle, Phantom runs towards him, Body Splash! May screams in agony while clutching his chest..Phantom is not done with the pain just yet..Now whipping May into the other corner..May hits the turnbuckle, and again comes Phantom with another Body splash. He is then grabbed by the back of the neck and thrown down face first into the canvas...Phantom climbs the turnbuckle, the fans rise from their seat just waiting to see what comes next.*
Billy : Phantom now clearly with the upper-hand, climbing to the top rope, and Stacy Raines still unconscious from the devastating blow from Andrew May earlier on in the matchup...this is not looking very good for either of the two.
Dan : Yeah, somebody better check up on Stacy, I don't think she's even moved since the blow..She ain't playing possum thats for sure.
*Andrew May, not noticing Phantom climb to the top rope, slowly staggers to his feet, before turning around..Phantom jumps off the rope, hoping to connect with a clothesline, BUT MAY REVERSES! As Phantom comes down towards him, May with quick thinking is able to hit off a dropkick at the last minute! Phantom and May are both crashed down to the mat. Phantom has just loss the advantage thanks to the rib crushing maneuver. Andrew May, still a little dazed from earlier on, is finally able to gain some momentum, as he immediately gets to his feet and goes for a pin on Phantom.*
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Douglas: Phantom getting his shoulder up again, this man refusing to be pinned here tonight!
Mayne: He’s certainly been very resilient I’ll give you that.
Phantom rolls over, gripping his ribs while Andrew stands up sluggishly, Stacy Raines regaining her consciousness and scooting up behind him. She grabs Andrew by the back of the tights and rolls him up into a school boy.
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Andrew kicks out quickly and rolls over backwards into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in at a standing Stacy. She swings around for a spinning heel kick only for Andrew to duck it and get behind her back. He jumps into the air and grabs the shoulders of Stacy, pulling her down into a double knee backbreaker. The crowd goes nuts as Stacy rolls off of Andrew’s knees, yelling out in tremendous pain. Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Phantom is dragging a table out from under the squared circle. He begins to set it up quickly for some reason while leaning against the wood, sweating heavily in a battered manner. He doesn’t even see Andrew calling into the cover on Stacy.
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Douglas: Andrew May has done it, he’s done it, he’s beaten these two opponents tonight in an intense triple threat encounter!
Mayne: His damn luck is going to run out one of these days I tell you!
The entire arena erupts into a wave of cheers as Andrew rises to his knees, raising his arms above his head in celebration. He appears exhausted, absolutely brutalized by the intensity of this match as the official steps in and hands him the Anarchy title. Phantom watches on in despair, shaking his head sadly. Andrew gets to his feet and lifts his Anarchy title into the air for everyone to see when official Stuart Wright continues to clap but quickly drops down, catching him in a school boy. The official slaps the canvas, making the count.
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Andrew kicks out, escaping Stuart’s attempt to steal the Anarchy title. May gets to his feet as the official rises and clocks him in the face with the Anarchy title belt. The crowd screams as Wright is knocked to the canvas, Andrew staggering and holding his head in exhaustion. Suddenly that large figure who helped out Creed slides into the ring behind Andrew, it’s Kyle Scott.
Douglas: Oh no, watch out Andrew, watch out!
Andrew turns around when he’s leveled by a brutal big boot from Scott, knocking him hard to the canvas. Kyle grabs Andrew around the head immediately, rolling him over and pulling his head between his legs before wrapping his arms around his waist. He hoists Andrew into the air and onto his shoulders before turning towards the table at ringside. He rushes across the ring and powerbombs Andrew over the ropes straight through the table at ringside, the wood shattering around his body and causing the crowd to scream in absolute shock over what they just witnessed.
Mayne: Oh my God, Andrew may have just been killed!
Douglas: I can’t believe what I just witnessed!
Kyle slides under the ropes to the outside before dropping down on top of the motionless May, hooking his leg quickly. An official rushes from the back and drops down to the mats, beginning to make the three count.
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A mixed reaction is heard from the fans as Kyle Scott stands up and grabs the Anarchy title from the hand of Andrew, who somehow was still clutching it throughout this whole ordeal. Scott thrusts the belt over his shoulder and slaps it, proud of his accomplishment, proud of defeating Andrew for the belt.
Dan: We’ve got a new Anarchy champion ladies and gentlemen.
Kyle slaps the belt and turns around when Eddie Vines rushes in with two kindo sticks, having come out of the sea of humanity. He slaps one cane over Kyle’s head, then strikes him in the skull with the other. He begins to use both canes repeatedly on the cranium of Scott, who is knocked in reverse with each shot, the crowd still screaming loudly. Kyle is almost knocked off of his feet from all the stiff strikes when Eddie jumps onto the apron and then runs across it before diving off and snapping the canes over the skull of Khaos. Kyle is knocked down hard to the mats with Eddie falling on top of him quickly, going for the pinfall.
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Everyone and their mother starts to boo as Eddie Vines stands up and grabs the Anarchy title off of Kyle Scott, putting the belt over his shoulder and celebrating before he rushes off and jumps over the barricade, charging into the crowd.
Douglas: The belt changed hands again, now Eddie Vines is the champion.
Mayne: Does this title have any meaning whatsoever?
LASTING IMPRESSIONS AND IMPERSONATIONS
Isaac Saine has the jagged contours of his mask reared in reverse as he gazes upward upon the ceiling, obviously caught in a very uneasy situation. The voice of Nathan Creed can be heard in the background immediately as the camera drawls back to reveal the dressing room both men are located in. The Future is talking until he is seemingly blue in the face to his brother Isaac, looking highly emotional with his Xtreme title glistening about his shoulder.
Nathan: Listen Isaac, I know this is a lot to ask, but the man is clearly not right in the head. You can’t go out there and to the things you have planned to him, not until I’ve gotten the chance to reason with him one last time.
Isaac shakes his head as he finally takes his eyes off the florescent lights above, centering them on the holder of the Xtreme title.
Isaac: Listen Nathan, I know you respect Orlando, but the fact of the matter is, I don’t. I’ve never liked the guy, and I don’t think I ever will. Rather you think he can be reasoned with or not, has no bearing on what I’m about to go out and do to the son of a bitch.
With a shake of his head, Nathan lowers his eyes to scan the surface of the floor, obviously not pleased in the slightest by Isaac’s response.
Creed: Why do you always have to be so pig headed all the time Isaac? Just give me the first opportunity to get my hands on Orlando, because if he disrespects me again, and doesn’t want to listen to me, then I’ll gladly handle the situation the best way I know how. Then you can have what’s left.
Much like his half brother, Isaac begins to shake his head quickly, unreceptive to the idea completely.
Saine: No way, tonight is my night to not only break Orlando, but to get some explanations from the man.
Right before Creed can respond, the voice of reason and enlightenment can be heard.
Desolation: Boys, boys, boys....
The crowd on the inside of the arena reacts with a huge wave of cheers at the sight of none other than the World Heavyweight Champion Desolation strolling into the camera’s frame. The belt is shimmering over his shoulder as he approaches Isaac and Nathan, patting both men on their backs as they freeze and glare at him with questioning expressions.
Desolation: Are you still bickering over who broke the other’s Barbie doll as a child, or who ripped who’s Abba poster in their early teen years?
Nathan: Actually, we didn’t even know we were related to like a year ago.
Desolation: Hahaha, who cares. Melodramatic, soap operish storylines aside though, I know what you two were really discussing, the impending devastation of Cruze.
Both the Xtreme Champion and Isaac take a quick glance at one another, nodding for the first time.
Desolation: And since you two want to squabble like a couple of thirteen year old girls fighting over the last tampon, I’ll play the part of the mighty Biblical King, ummmm, whatever his name was, you know the guy that was going to split the baby in half?
Isaac raises an eyebrow and snaps his fingers quickly before turning towards Desolation.
Isaac: Sigfreid?
Desolation stares at Isaac for a few moments, blinking his eyes awkwardly.
esolation: Yeaaaaahhhh, suuuuuurreee, does it look like my head has been half eaten off because my fingers got a little to close to the puckered asshole of a white Bengal tiger? No. But I digress, which is sad because I certainly don’t want to be in the middle of this Creed sandwich for much longer. I just wanted to say, I’ll do the noble thing, and give you both permission to share in a beating upon Orlando. See, since I was the guy who he decided to turn against, it’s in my discretion to decide who gets the first licks in on Cruze. I’m regrettably bestowing that honor onto the two of you tonight.
He pats them both on their shoulders while Nathan and Isaac shrug their shoulders, not quite sure what to think of what they just heard from the World Champion. As his hands draw away from their shoulders, Desolation eyes his palms and slides them against the legs of his pants.
Desolation: Anyhow boys, you better not let me down. Hahaha, oh, look who I’m saying this to, with both of your guy’s records, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll fail miserably in some way. But nevertheless, just like Custer said when he sent his troops chasing those poor half naked Indians, “who gives a shit?” So go out and have some fun.
Isaac and Nathan take a quick glance at Desolation before staring at one another once more. They turn and begin to exit the dressing room, still arguing though as Creed clearly wants one final chance to redeem Orlando for his misdeeds. Desolation is left in the room, shaking his head with the belt still glistening brightly over his shoulder.
Desolation: Kids these days, with their mixed up emotions, missing teeth, and horrendous catchphrases; what is this world coming too?
Looking as if he’s losing faith in humanity he turns, marching towards what appears to be the bathroom area of these dressing quarters. As soon as he opens the door a figure jumps right out in front of him. He rolls his eyes as none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell rushes into the camera’s frame from the interior of the bathroom, dressed in clothing ten times bigger than his small frame, drooping from his body entirely. He seems to be dressed up in none other than Isaac Saine’s wrestling attire. Desolation steps back as Eddie charges into the dressing room, looking all fired up.
Desolation: Oh great, exactly what I needed right now, another person with a mental handicap in my life.
Eddie is looking around frantically while what looks like a mask is pulled back over his hair, the strap wrapped around his chin. He appears overjoyed to be around Desolation.
Eddie: Desolation, Desolation, I didn’t expect to see you so soon man. You’ve gone and ruined the surprise now...
Desolation: Good.
The Dark Man tries to step around him and go into the bathroom but Eddie is too much in the way, obstructing his path to the laboratory.
Eddie: It’s okay though, I was just hoping to be entirely in character before I presented myself to me. Look, you know who I’m impersonating in a Desolation like fashion?
Desolation overlooks him for a second before unleashing a sigh.
Desolation: Disco Inferno?
Eddie stops for a moment, and puts his finger to his lips.
Eddie: Nooo, although I did try that until the glowing disco ball caused me my seizure condition to flair up. Plus I couldn’t find any pink spandex bell bottoms laying around, but that’s besides the point. I’m Isaac Saine, see, see, look, I’m dressed like him and everything.
Eddie spins around with his arms thrust out to his sides so that Desolation gets a good look at him. Unfortunately the World Champion doesn’t seem to notice the hard work done on the costume, merely rolling his eyes and leaning shoulder first against the wall.
Eddie: I got Isaac’s clothes down pat, mostly because I just stole them. Although I had a slight problem finding his kind of mask, so I had to substitute it with the mask from my Darth Vader costume I wore on Halloween.
With eagerness Eddie pulls down the Darth Vader mask, a cheap 99 cent plastic item that barely fits over his scrawny head. He now speaks in a deep voice, trying to sound like Isaac.
Eddie: Arrr, I’m Isaac Saine, arrrrgh. I’m going to break you like a pretzel arrrr.
Before he can continue Desolation thrusts his palm out in front of the face of Eddie, motioning for him to stop for the good of all that is good and holy.
Desolation: Okay, first of all. If your going to impersonate someone, do your homework, it takes a lot more to properly mock one than to just dress up like them. Your not in a Hurse satire, you’ve got to show some creativity. And the last thing you want to do is make pirate sounds around here. If the staff hears you say, “arrr” one time they’ll put you in an eyepatch for all your matches, believe me, I know, and I don’t even talk like a fucking pirate. Now you’ve killed enough of my time, and enough of my brain cells standing here talking to me, so if you’ll excuse me I have to go drop the cast of Good Times off for a swim.
Desolation turns and swings the bathroom door open, the Champion stepping inside quickly, trying to get away from Eddie as fast as possible. Crazy Eddie stomps his foot and lowers his head sadly, in great dismay that he failed to impress Desolation yet again. Slowly he turns to face the exit of the dressing room, but instead of seeing the open entrance, he finds himself gazing into a massive chest. Eddie looks up slowly, with his lips quivering into the eyes of none other than Isaac Saine. His massive arms are crossed over his chest as he gazes through the slits of his metal mask, Eddie becoming petrified as he realizes he’s in the sights of the former Annihilation World Champion. Isaac leans in slowly towards the quivering Eddie, in a very chilling manner.
Isaac: Nice impression.
Eddie unleashes a yelp and immediately runs around Isaac, trying to flee the dressing room. As he does, the pants that are two times larger than ones that would fit him, fall down around his ankles, revealing his stained underpants. He rushes out of the dressing room nearly falling over while Isaac turns to watch him rush away, beginning to shake his head.
Isaac: Jeez, you can’t even give people compliments nowadays.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
DEMENTIA VS. NATHAN CREED
Cue up “Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music. He takes his time getting to the ring, in no hurry whatsoever with none other than Pitt following closely behind him. Climbing between the top two ropes, he removes his hat, glasses, and coat, letting them fall outside the ring and climbs on to one of the opposite turnbuckles, awaiting his opponent, a look of complete loathing and contempt on his face…
Dan: Getting back to in ring action here ladies and gentlemen, on what has already been an absolutely crazy telecast, it seems we’re ready for this unusual, defiant Dementia to clash with the Xtreme Champion Nathan Creed.
Mayne: These two have had quite a bit of a rivalry forming, all relating around Dementia and Robin Brooks really. Who I guess Nathan still thinks he has a shot with, which is sad, since Robin pretty much already screws everything with a heartbeat.
Douglas: So untrue it’s not even funny.
Dementia is stepping back and forth, staring at Pitt, who seems to be sending him messages almost telepathically. Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena
“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”
The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans, the Xtreme title draped over his shoulder. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match when Dementia rushes up behind Nathan. He blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, the crowd starting to scream in outrage. Dementia puts his arm under the leg of Nathan, pulling him off the corner with almost a powerbomb. Nathan is driven down hard to the canvas, dropping the belt on the ring which Dementia is quick to pick up.
Douglas: Whoa, Nathan in the middle of his entrance when he was assaulted by Dementia, who aggressively got this match started.
Mayne: Dementia is all about intensity Dan, and now he’s showing Creed just how intense he can be!
Dementia grips the Xtreme title when he rushes at the rising Nathan. Creed ducks it, getting behind Dementia and catching him around the waist, snapping back into the German suplex. Dementia crashes hard across the back of his shoulders with the fans screaming loudly. Nathan holds onto the waist lock while rolling over and pulling Dementia up with him quickly. As they stand, Dementia goes for a back elbow only for Nathan to duck it and bury his shoulder into the gut of his large opponent. He drops back into the Northern Lights bridging suplex.
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The crowd boos loudly as Dementia pushes Nathan down out of the bridge and wraps his arms around his waist. He bridges both himself and Nathan up off the canvas now before turning around quickly so that Dementia is holding him in a powerbomb position. Dementia lifts Creed up into the air and onto his shoulders when Nathan rolls forward and over the back of his opponent. He catches him around the waist, rolling him up into a sunset flip pinning predicament.
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Dementia kicks out by rolling over backwards quickly then stepping forward and kicking Nathan hard to the face. Creed is knocked out of his seated position straight on his back before Dementia drops a quick elbow to his sternum, then stands up and plants him with a leg drop to the throat. Dementia rises once more and jumps into the air, coming down head first into the chest of the Future. Nathan goes into convulsions while Dementia stands up, looking greatly motivated, Pitt watching on from the ramp now rather proudly. Dementia approaches the turnbuckle closest to the down Creed, climbing it in anger as he turns to face the Future now. He jumps off quickly, flying through the air for the headbunt when Nathan rolls out of the way. Dementia crashes into the canvas chest and head first before popping up onto his knees, looking dazed after missing the move. Creed stands up and charges into the cables at his side, bouncing off and diving forward into a dropkick to the side of Dementia’s noggin. The shot knocks him onto his back before Nathan stands up and rushes into the cables, jumping onto the second one and actually lionsaulting off right on top of Dementia. The crowd goes nuts as Nathan falls into the cover.
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Dementia kicks out, sitting up and appearing stunned. As he does, Nathan locks his arms around his neck, placing him in the rear naked choke.
Mayne: Man, much like most Nathan matches lately, this thing is moving at an accelerated pace, lots of nearfalls right at the beginning, because Creed simply doesn’t know the proper way to pace a match.
Douglas: Would you shut the hell up Billy? Nathan is an in ring veteran. He knows exactly what he’s doing out there!
Dementia pushes himself up onto his feet with the choke still locked in before he bends forward and pushes himself backwards before Nathan. He places his hands to the back of Creed and shoves him off forward into the ropes. Nathan hits them and comes back in with a huge shoulder block that knocks Dementia down to the canvas. Creed stands over him for a second before rushing into the ropes at his side. He bounces off and comes back in when Dementia rolls towards Nathan, causing him to have to jump over his opposition and continue into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes back in when Dementia stands up and bends forward. Creed jumps into the air, going for a leap frog but Dementia stands up and catches him, swinging around into a brutal powerslam. Dementia hooks his leg with the fans screaming.
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Nathan kicks out just barely getting his shoulder up in time. He turns away from Dementia who grabs him around the neck, pulling his head up into a modified crossface, not trapping the arm and just rearing back on his neck with both arms. Dementia shouts at Nathan throughout the process, demanding he tap out now and save himself from trouble but Creed refuses to stay down. He begins to push himself up to his feet as Dementia change sup the hold into a side headlock now. As both men get to their feet with Dementia still squeezing the head of Creed, Nathan pushes himself backwards behind the back of his opposition. He wraps his arms around the waist of Dementia, going for the German. Dementia grabs the arms interlocked before his waist though, forcing them apart and then turning as he swings around under one of these arms. He gets around behind the back of Nathan and wraps his own arms around his waist, setting up for a German of his own. He begins to lift him when Creed reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around the waist of Dementia and rolling forward. He pulls Dementia down into a roll up pin but doesn’t maintain it. He stands up off the chest of Dementia while still holding the back of his legs, switching around behind them and trying to step through. The fans go nuts as Nathan tries to lock in the Courtesy Call only for Dementia to place his boots to the sternum of creed, shoving him backwards into the turnbuckle.
Nathan hits it hard back first as his arms fall over the cables to keep himself up. Dementia stands quickly and then rushes forward for a lariat that Nathan ducks out of the way of, getting behind the back of his angered opposition. He immediately clamps his arms around the waist of Dementia and drops back into the German suplex. The fans go nuts as Nathan rolls over, pulling Dementia with him and forcing him up onto his feet. Creed’s back is aimed towards the ropes before he utilizes brute strength to lift Dementia into a German suplex over the cables. Dementia flips over and crashes hard to the outside mats with everyone shocked by what they just witnessed.
Billy: Jesus, Dementia flipped inside out and going straight into those mats, Nathan could have killed this man.
Douglas: I wouldn’t doubt if that was his intent.
Nathan turns and waits for Dementia to get up while Pitt shouts at him to do so. Dementia begins to get to his feet when Creed rushes across the ring and baseball slide dropkicks, but misses his opponent. Nathan drops onto his feet in front of Dementia who rushes forward and takes him down hard to the mats with the running STO. The crowd groans the impact as Nathan is driven down hard to the canvas, Dementia grabbing Creed around the neck and rolling him into the ring. Dementia shakes his head as he jumps onto the apron and steps towards the turnbuckle. He steps onto the top rope and now drops down with a huge headbunt straight into the chest of the prone, laid out Creed. Nathan goes into convulsions while the fans are stunned to see Dementia go high risk. He crawls quickly into the cover.
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Nathan kicks out quickly to cheers from the fans, infuriating Dementia who picks him up rather quickly. He gets Nathan to his feet and whips him into the ropes quickly. Creed bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air and twisting backwards towards Dementia. He wraps his legs around his waist and drops forward, placing his hands on the canvas then shoving his way p towards Dementia, going for a wheelbarrow type move. Dementia catches both of his arms though into a full nelson and lets Creed land feet first on the canvas before lifting him into a full nelson slam. Instead Dementia turns him though and pulls him down in mid-air into a full nelson DDT. Creed hits the ring hard as Dementia rolls into the cover.
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Nathan kicks out again, sitting up with the fans erupting into cheers. Suddenly, utter chaos seems to break out around ringside as Eddie Vines is knocked over the barricade. He spills onto the mats and gets up Kyle Scott after him, holding a trash can lid. He steps after Eddie and slams the can over his head, then does it again. Vines runs away from Kyle though and jumps over the opposite barricade, bleeding heavily from the forehead and clutching his Anarchy title with Scott still after him.
Douglas: Some violence from the Anarchy title situation still erupting out here.
Mayne: Can’t these idiots just drop this belt, it’s pointless!
Inside the ring, Dementia has pulled Nathan to his feet and slaps on a front gantry. He drops back into a huge vertical suplex then floats over into another cover.
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Everyone is shocked as Nathan gets the quick roll up pin on Dementia.
Douglas: Nathan did it, I cannot believe he just caught Dementia with the crucifix pin in what was a quick, but intense match between these two.
Mayne: That never should have happened, Dementia got distracted or something I can only imagine. Nathan doesn’t deserve this victory!
The fans are screaming while Nathan rises to his knees, covered in sweat, Dementia rolling onto his side. He appears furious that he was rolled up for the pinfall by Creed, sticking his fingers up in front of the official’s face. Pitt remains on the ramp, watching the conclusion of the confrontation while he hangs his head shamefully. He doesn’t seem to like what he saw while he licks his lips slightly, trying to resist any evil temptations that might be creeping into his head. His fangs can be spotted briefly while he moistens his lips when suddenly Aurora Rose steps out from the back and towards the ring. She grabs Pitt by the arm from behind and spins him around, getting into his face as the two start to converse with one another rather heatedly. Nathan and Dementia remain exhausted in the ring, both men kneeling on the canvas as they breath in an exasperated manner, neither of them seeing what is occurring on the ramp.
Douglas: What is this going on between Aurora Rose and Pitt on the stage. We know that they have a relationship dating back several years, but I don’t get why they’re arguing on the stage right now?
Mayne: Meh, probably a poorly timed segway into the next match.
Dan: What?
Pitt and Aurora are still conflicting with one another on the ramp as it seems that Rose is demanding that she be left alone during the World title match tonight, instead of having Pitt be at ringside much like he is now. Pitt shakes his head before he grabs Aurora quickly by the arm, gripping it tightly. She tries to pull free, but then her anger turns to a rather creepy, sinister smile. To a huge reaction from the fans though, none other than Isaac Saine strolls through the curtains and onto the stage. He seems highly flustered over what he is seeing as he starts down the ramp quickly. He reaches Aurora and grabs Pitt by the arm, forcing his hand away from the arm of Rose for some reason. Aurora turns and stares at Isaac in confusion, while Pitt appears outraged.
Billy: Now Isaac is out here. We’ve seen some generic tension between both himself and Aurora over the past few weeks.
Douglas: Indeed, but I don’t think that Aurora was in any type of danger here.
Aurora smiles a bit as Isaac steps into Pitt’s face, not saying anything but staring deeply into his eyes in an intense manner. Pitt’s features twitch with disgust with Isaac a few inches away from him. Suddenly to the shock of everyone in the arena, Orlando Cruze rushes from the back and blasts Isaac directly in the back with a forearm strike. The shot knocks Isaac towards the ring with the fans booing loudly, Kloe stepping from the backstage area with a smile on her face.
Douglas: Hey, what the hell, Orlando is attacking Isaac Saine, the man he is suppose to be facing here in just a few short moments.
Mayne: Told you it was a segway.
Isaac turns around when Orlando blasts him to the side of the face with a forearm shiver, knocking him towards the squared circle. Aurora is taken by the arm, Pitt tightly gripping it as he leads the distressed young beauty up the ramp. She can’t seem to take her eyes off of Isaac though as he’s beaten towards the ring, which Dementia has rolled out of now. Isaac is hit with another hard right to the face by Orlando before he turns and rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He stands up quickly with Nathan immediately stepping to his side, the fans going nuts as Orlando is now forced to stop abruptly. He back tracks a bit from the ring while Nathan and Isaac gaze at him, the brothers standing side by side defiantly. Isaac steps towards the ropes and points over them directly into the face of Orlando, who has backed up to Kloe’s side, re-evaluating the underhanded method in which he tried to get his match started.
Douglas: These guys want each other right now apparently, and from what I’m hearing, they’ll get one another right now!
Mayne: How predictable.
Isaac motions for Orlando to enter the ring, but Cruze’s eyes have cut towards Nathan, who is staring at him with great anger in his eyes. A referee and security now rushes from the backstage area.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. ISAAC SAINE
The show comes back live with Isaac and Orlando now standing in separate corners from one another. They both look very intense, even thrilled to get his match started, official Alex Ingelson holding them at bay. The camera shifts to Nathan Creed who is now at the commentator’s table, sliding into a chair at the end and putting on a headset. All the while he fails to remove his eyes from Orlando.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back, and we’re already going into Orlando Cruze vs. Lethal Weapon, no more wait for one of tonight’s big main events. Also, as you can see, Nathan Creed joining us at commentary as well.
Mayne: You forgot to add the word “regrettably” joining us on commentary.
Nathan: Billy, do you like music?
Billy: Yeah?
Creed: Do you like the Doors?
Mayne: Of course.
Nathan: Well, dance your ass out of the door right now before I kick the ever living shit out of you.
Mayne: I’ll behave.
The two former Champions stroll around one another slowly, eyes interlocked with Kloe located at ringside, shouting for everyone to support Cruze. She only gets boos which causes her to roll her eyes, Orlando and Isaac circle one another some more before they finally lunge into the collar elbow tie. They begin to push against one another when both men shove the other off and step back, glaring into each other’s eyes. Orlando sticks one finger up in front of Isaac’s face, telling him to hold on before he lifts his arms into the air, going into a pose for the fans. He spins around with his arms outstretched, getting nothing more than boos from the sold out crowd. This causes a slight grin to form on his face as a result when Isaac rushes forward and lariats him brutally into the canvas. The crowd erupts as a result, everyone pleased to see Cruze sent into the canvas. Orlando stands up when Isaac moves in and chops him brutally across the chest.
The crowd woos as Orlando is sent down hard to the canvas, rolling over to his knees and standing up when Isaac moves in and slaps on a side headlock submission. He squeezes the neck of Cruze roughly between his massive arms, grinding them to the ears of the Icon. Cruze slugs Isaac to the spine several times and pushes him off into the cables in front of him. Isaac bounces off the ropes when Orlando drops to the canvas, causing Saine to have to jump over him as he comes back. He charges into the opposite ropes and rushes back towards Orlando who stands up and springs into the air. He leap frogs Isaac, who stops directly behind him as Cruze comes down onto his feet. Cruze taps his temple with a grin as he turns around to face Saine, who immediately blasts him across the face with a vicious slap. Orlando is knocked to the canvas, rolling away from Isaac and grabbing his cheek in extreme pain.
Douglas: What a bitch slap from Isaac Saine!
Nathan: He’s teaching Orlando the definition of respect, respect that he should have for this company and for it’s competitors, a respect I thought Cruze once had.
Mayne: Come on Creed, your still not thinking anybody should actually respect you. The great Jackson Adams beat you twice.
Creed: Billy, if you don’t shut up, Orlando’s not the only person who’s going to be bitch slapped around here.
The fans are now chanting, “you got bitch slapped,” at Orlando who holds his jaw and tries to stand up. As soon as he gets to a crouching base, Isaac steps in and slaps on another side headlock, really digging in with the hold. He pulls Cruze’s face into the side of his body, ripping at the neck when Orlando charges backwards into the cables. He pulls Isaac with him spine first into the ropes and then as they both bounce off, she shoves Saine forward, freeing his head. Isaac hits the ropes and comes back, immediately taking Cruze down with a shoulder block. Cruze hits the canvas hard as Isaac rushes into the ropes at his side, bouncing off and coming back in when Orlando rises to his feet and bends down. He avoids a lariat and turns around, catching Isaac about the waist, shoving him forward into the ropes, while holding on. Isaac catches the top cable as Orlando drops back, going for the roll up. Isaac keeps a hold of the cables though as Orlando rolls onto his knees and leaps to his feet behind him, charging in immediately. Isaac bends forward and catches him to his shoulders though, back dropping him over the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Orlando flips over and crashes hard into the ropes with the fans screaming loudly. They are unable to believe the impact Orlando’s body took with the mats as he forces himself to his feet, gripping his lower back. Kloe is terrified, with her hands cupped over her mouth while moving towards Orlando, trying to yell for him to get up. Cruze is standing when Isaac rushes across the ring and jumps over the top rope, going into a corkscrew pancha, back first into the chest of Orlando. Both men crash into the mats hard with Isaac landing on top of Orlando, the fans standing up and starting a holy shit chant over what they just witnessed.
Nathan: Ohhh, what a move by Isaac Saine! Amazing flexibility for a man of his size.
Mayne: Dammit Orlando, get out of the gates here, get your ass up.
Douglas: Isaac pressing the advantage with that spectacular dive.
Isaac stands up and pulls a battered Cruze to his feet, scooping him up and dropping him chest first into the barricade. Orlando stands up, covering his sternum and yelling in pain before Isaac grabs him by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring under the ropes. He rises onto the apron now when Kloe begins to scream at him, getting his attention. Isaac turns and glares at her with his head stuck between the ropes and Orlando getting to his feet. Cruze steps in suddenly and catches Isaac around the neck, jumping into the air and getting his knee up straight into the face of Saine. He pulls him down face first into his knee while Orlando crashes onto his back. Isaac almost tumbles off the apron now, grabbing the top rope and keeping himself from doing so. He is obviously in a very dazed state when Orlando stands up and charges across the ring. He drops down and dropkicks the ankle of Isaac beneath the bottom rope, causing him to collapse face first into the apron. Isaac bounces off and staggers backwards into the barricade now, the crowd groaning the impact his head took with the apron.
He tries to fix his mask while Kloe screams at him with anger. Isaac glares at her dementedly from the corner of his mask, turning to face her when Orlando exits the ring and charges up to Saine, spearing him backwards into the barricade. Isaac bounces spine first off the steel structure and steps forward, yelling out in pain when Cruze grabs him around the neck, bending it forward. He double underhooks both arms and falls back into a huge DDT, planting the head of Isaac hard into the mats. He rolls onto his back, looking out of it while Orlando sits up on the canvas, looking dazed, confused, and very exhausted by the fast paced brutality of this match.
Mayne: Just like that, Orlando is back in the driver’s seat. What do you think of that Nathan?
Nathan: I think your mic skills are about as atrocious as Jackson Adams’.
Dan: That might be a shot below the belt Nathan.
Orlando rolls into the ring then back out to break the official’s ten count, referee Ingelson demanding he bring it back into the ring. Adams grabs the head of Isaac, pulling him to his feet then rolling him back into the ring. Isaac seems out of it while Orlando grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a slingshot senton splash perhaps. He comes down back first right into the knees of Isaac, having gotten them up at the last second. Orlando arches his back and shouts in pain with the crowd cheering, Isaac getting back to his feet, trying to build some momentum. Isaac steps towards Cruze and pulls him to his feet, still favoring his battered head. He places Cruze immediately in a front gantry, setting up for the suplex it seems when Cruze lifts his knee, getting it up into the gut of Saine. Isaac is bent forward from the shot when Orlando grabs him around the neck, pulling him around into a reverse neckbreaker position. Isaac spins around out of it though, turning to the back of Orlando and grabbing him around the neck. He pulls him down into a reverse DDT position and drops into the move, a loud response heard from the crowd.
Cruze’s legs kick up into the air as Isaac grabs them, holding them down for the pinfall.
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Orlando kicks out, sitting up immediately on the canvas, blinking his eyes sporadically, suffering from some type of head injury perhaps. Isaac gets to his feet and grabs Orlando around the neck, pulling him to his feet and then reaching out for his wrist. He catches it and swings around Orlando’s arm, placing him in the arm ringer. Orlando is pulled to his feet in this submission hold before Isaac blasts his exposed sternum with a hard kick, then does it once more. Cruze yells out in pain with each hard shot as Isaac pushes his arm down and away now, sending him into a huge spin. Orlando faces Isaac when he’s chopped brutally across the chest, being taken down hard to the canvas. He rolls over with his sternum red from the chops and kicks of Isaac, yet forces himself to his feet. Saine rushes in with a lariat that Cruze ducks under though, charging into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes back at Isaac who has bent forward to catch with a back drop. Orlando blocks it with a well timed kick to the chest of Saine, causing himt o stand up straight and look to be in pain. Orlando now spins around and blasts him brutally to the jaw with a roaring European Uppercut. Isaac is taken down hard to the canvas while the crowd groans the stiff impact of the shot they heard from Cruze.
Mayne: Oh, ho, ho, what a shot from Orlando Cruze, that’s some blowback for those stiff shots Isaac had foolishly been using against Cruze.
Nathan: Well, Orlando is explosive, he knows how to counter moves into something as devastating as that at a moment’s notice
Orlando steps forward and puts his foot on the wrist of Isaac, pinning his arm to the canvas. He grabs a hold of his wrist now and pulls it up, dragging Saine to his feet. As soon as he gets Isaac up, he pulls him forward for a short arm lariat. Isaac ducks it though and drops down into a roll behind his back. He gets up with Orlando turning to face him. As soon as he does, Isaac steps forward and grabs him around the legs, lifting them into the air. He drops Orlando onto his back and lifts his legs into the air, falling backwards into a catapult, sending Cruze flying at the turnbuckle. Orlando lands feet first on the second rope, catching the turnbuckle instead of hitting into it. He jumps into the air and lands on the top rope now, before turning around to face Isaac and diving off. He soars through the air and plants the sternum of Saine with the Missile Dropkick. Boos poor through the lips of the fans as Isaac is sent crashing into the canvas, Orlando landing at his side.
Dan: Another clever reversal by Orlando, love the man or hate him, you’ve got to respect his abilities.
Creed: Oh, I respect the man, I just hope he learns to have that same type of respect for this business again.
Orlando crawls quickly into the cover, hooking Isaac’s leg.
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Saine kicks out to much cheers from the fans. As he rolls away from Cruze onto his chest and stomach, Orlando catching his arm in the process and extending it over the canvas. He immediately pushes his lower body into the air and comes down knee first into his bicep. Saine yells out in pain before Cruze gets to his feet and jumps into the air, coming down with a huge knee drop into the elbow joint of Isaac. You can almost feel the pain shooting through Isaac’s arm as he rolls onto his back, gripping it tightly. Orlando doesn’t allow him to have a break though, at least not the one he intends on giving him. Isaac forces himself to his feet, immediately gripping his arm when Orlando steps to his side and golds it up behind his back. He rushes Isaac across the ring and throws him through the padding of the turnbuckle, shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post. Isaac yells in pain as he backs up into Orlando, who steps in and grabs his arm, immediately trying to force him down into the crossface. Isaac is bent over with Orlando’s back pressed to his ribs. He seizes the opportunity to reach out and catch Cruze around the leg, dropping away from him. He rolls Orlando up into a school boy, everyone getting up in excitement.
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Cruze kicks out, and rolls over backwards onto his feet. He jumps forward and catches Isaac around the neck and his thigh, rolling him over into a California roll. He doesn’t go for the pinfall though, instead sits up immediately and grabs the arm of Isaac he’s focused upon, pulling it up and placing his leg around it, locking in the short arm scissors. Isaac begins to yell in pain while some can’t help but to cheer the quickness in which Cruze went into this submission hold. Saine is yelling in pain, slapping the canvas with the side of his fist, getting the fans behind him. Kloe screams at them to shut up while Orlando does the same, demanding that they support him instead for his quick transition into this hold. Isaac yells out in pain though and rolls over backwards, pushing Cruze over onto his elbows into another pinning predicament.
Douglas: Hey may have caught him!
Mayne: You always think that.
Isaac has the pin.
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Cruze pulls him back over onto his spine, holding him in the short arm scissors tightly. Isaac stomps his foot and yells out in pain, his arm continuing to become the focal point of the angry Orlando’s offense. Saine begins to roll back again before Orlando swings his body around and instead locks his legs around his shoulder, pushing it down with the cross arm breaker submission. Isaac remains on his back and is yelling in even greater pain while Orlando sits up laughing and spitting in his direction. The will of Saine cannot be stopped though, struggle and resist any temptation to submit. He pushes himself towards Orlando, forcing him up into his shoulders slowly. He now unleashes a roar and rolls back, grabbing the ankle of one Orlando’s legs in the process. He gets free of the hold by rolling onto his knees and pulling the leg of Orlando, causing him to flop over onto his stomach and sternum. Isaac lifts his leg up into the ankle lock. The fans are cheering loudly with Isaac twisting brutally at the ankle, damn near ripping it in half. He gets to his feet with Nathan shown intently watching on from the commentators table, Saine at the point of shattering Orlando’s ankle.
Cruze yells out and rolls forward, tucking his head downward and pulling Isaac forward as well as he tries to hold onto the ankle. He lifts his head and pulls Isaac down with his leg strength into a roll up pin, grabbing the back of his legs and holding them down.
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Isaac kicks out but Orlando immediately grabs his battered arm and slides across his posterior over his right shoulder. He locks the arm up into the short arm scissors once again. The crowd is screaming in shock over what they are seeing as Orlando puts Isaac right back in the situation he fought so hard to escape originally.
Billy: Are you seeing this Nathan, are you seeing why this man believes the fans have betrayed him now in favor of Desolation? He still has all the qualities of a great World Champion, evident by that hold he locked so gracefully in upon your own brother.
Nathan: I’ve never claimed, and I’m sure the fans haven’t either, that Orlando isn’t World Championship material, the guy is a hell of a talent, and a hell of a friend, I just want some straight up answers.
Douglas: Isaac’s trying to beat some out of him tonight.
Saine is still shouting and flailing his other arm, trying to find a way to break this incredible pain. He finds himself only a few inches away from the cables now, yelling in pain and dragging his girth towards them. They seem to be his only means of salvation, extending his fingers outward for the ropes with Orlando still tearing at his arm. His hand wraps around the bottom rope, inciting a huge reaction from the fans. This only seems to further infuriate Orlando, forced to break the lock at the count of four. He ruses to his feet and bends the arm of Isaac over backwards though, so that his palm is placed to the ring and he seems to be in a top wrist predicament. Orlando steps in and stomps down violently at the elbow of Isaac now, causing him to roar with a great deal of anguish. He cradles his arm and rolls onto his side while referee Ingelson gets straight in his face, not pleased at the sight of what he’s done whatsoever.
Isaac holds the ropes with his good arm, ascending to his feet while gripping his battered one across his chest. Orlando shoves Ingelson out of his way and steps towards Saine quickly, popping him across the jaw with a hard right hand. He strikes him again to the face, causing Saine to almost be taken down when Orlando takes him by the battered wrist and extends it out to his side. He elbows the arm of Isaac brutally, causing him to almost fall to the canvas from the collision. With great agitation, Orlando places it in the hammerlock, turning him towards the turnbuckle, the exposed steel post and rushing him at it quickly. He charges him forward when Saine puts the breaks on it and slides back behind the spine of Cruze. He gets behind him and immediately locks his arms around his waist, dropping back into a German suplex with the bridge, the crowd screaming with excitement.
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Isaac’s arm seems to give out while Cruze pushes a shoulder off the canvas. The fans seem disappointed as Orlando drops to the canvas then raises to his feet. As soon as he gets up, Isaac reaches his feet, Cruze charging forward into a quick big boot. Isaac ducks it and rushes into the ropes behind him. He comes back in and jumps into the air, as Orlando turns straight into a huge shoulder block. The shot knocks him to his back while Isaac lands on his knees, reaching for his ripped, battered arm in tremendous pain.
He stands up as does Orlando, when Isaac rushes in and lariats him down to the canvas. Cruze is taken down the canvas when he rolls over and hops to his feet, when Isaac steps in and blasts him across the chest with another stiff chop. He is knocked back when Isaac grabs him by the back of the head and then blasts him by the jaw with a forearm strike, followed by another stiff blow. Orlando is almost taken out of his boots with each shot before Isaac spins around and takes him down with another discus lariat. Orlando is taken to the canvas once again while Isaac shakes his battered arm and then waits for him to get back up. The flustered Orlando gets to a standing base when Isaac swings around, going for another discus lariat. Orlando catches his arm across his chest though and drops back into the arm breaker across his sternum. This causes Isaac to roar in anguish as he pushes himself up onto his knees, Orlando sliding around behind his arm though immediately and trying to lock in the crossface yet again. Everyone is screaming for Isaac to avoid it, to fight through this, to keep from being forced into this submission hold.
Mayne: Here comes the crossface by Cruze!
Nathan: Fight it Isaac, fight it!
Douglas: He’s really trying to keep from being put in this submission.
Isaac is yelling out in pain as he keeps his hand up in front of his face, trying to keep the Cruze from interlocking his fingers around his jaw. He pushes himself up onto his knees now with Cruze still rearing back and holding on, trying his best to get the submission established. Suddenly Isaac pushes himself backwards between the arms of Orlando and gets behind his back before immediately grabbing a hold of one of the wrists of the Icon. He pulls them around his neck and stands up, holding Orlando in position for the Psychotic Episode. Everyone is on their feet as Isaac prepares to deliver the move that will surely finish off Cruze, lifting him into the air with the cobra clutch. As soon as he does, Orlando reaches back with his legs and wraps them around the waist of Isaac, falling forward and rolling him up into a pinfall. But he doesn’t remain seated on Isaac’s chest, instead rolling backwards while gripping the ankles of Saine. He pulls him out onto his chest and stomach then dives forward and grabs his arm, placing it between his knees and locking his hands around his jaw. The crossface, Orlando has got it locked in, ripping at the arm of Isaac Saine.
Douglas: What a reversal, what a reversal by Orlando Cruze back into the crossface!
Mayne: He’s got to tap, there’s no other option after the damage that has been done to Isaac’s arm throughout the course of this match.
Creed: Come on Isaac, come on dammit!
Orlando is rearing back on the neck of Isaac and pulling his arm almost from its socket with Saine erupting into a roar of pure anguish. He digs his fingers into the canvas, pulling himself inch by agonizing inch towards the cables. They seem so far away yet he knows it will be the only place for him to find his salvation. He lifts his hand slowly into the air, seconds away from tapping out almost, realizing that this could be it with Cruze expertly locking in his hold. But he balls up his fist and continues to scramble towards the cables, through his pain and anguish. He moves closer, inch by agonizing inch, dragging his battered arm and the weight of Orlando with him. Everyone is standing, slapping the barricades and screaming for Isaac to make it while Kloe tries to hold back the bottom rope, only to be spotted by the referee Ingelson. Isaac continues to drag himself towards the ropes, his shoulder almost snapping before he reaches out and grabs the bottom cable. Everyone erupts into cheers at the sight of this when the official steps in and starts a five count. He reaches four when Orlando breaks the hold, appearing furious as he stands up and drops knee first into the shoulder of Isaac.
Nathan: He made it, I can’t believe it, that was a close one.
Douglas: A very close one indeed Creed.
Mayne: All he’s doing is delaying the inevitable.
Orlando drops an elbow into the back of his shoulder now while Isaac continues to yell out in pain. The official is admonishing Cruze, but he doesn’t listen as he stands up and grabs Isaac by the ankle. He drags him backwards to the center of the ring with Isaac clawing at the canvas to keep this from happening. He now drops down and grabs a hold of the battered arm of Isaac once more, going for the crossface a second time. Saine refuses to let this happen though, pushing himself up onto his knees and then rolling over backwards. He pulls Cruze in reverse into a backwards roll, with Isaac ending up behind his back as Orlando lands on his seat. Saine immediately locks his arms around his throat and forces Orlando to his feet before dropping back with the Psychotic Episode. The roof almost comes off the arena as Isaac rolls over, keeping a hold of the throat of Orlando and forcing him to his feet with the cobra clutch still applied. He drops back again into a second Psychotic Episode, going for that submission with the Icon crashing hard across the back of his head.
Dan: Isaac has got the Psychotic Episode locked in, he’s taking it to Orlando here!
Nathan: Talk about reversals, that was amazing, and now Orlando is reeling.
Mayne: This wasn’t suppose to happen, Isaac should have already tapped out by now!!
Isaac gets up with the camel clutch still locked in, stepping over the back of the Icon while trying to pull him up to his feet yet again. The dazed Orlando scoots backwards abruptly though, through the legs of Isaac before grabbing him by the ankles and pulling them up into the air. Isaac crashes face first into the canvas before Orlando dives forward at his arm. He grabs a hold of it, placing it between his knees and locking his hands around his jaw, applying the crossface to the shock of everyone in the arena.
Mayne: The crossface, Cruze has got it again, he’s got it locked in again on that battered, brutalized arm!
Douglas: This is insane!
Nathan: I’ve never seen a better series of counters than this gentlemen.
Orlando is ripping at the neck and arm of Isaac with the fans still going absolutely nuts over what they are witnessing, unable to restrain their enthusiasm. Isaac is yelling at the top of his lungs, yet Cruze doesn’t seem to have the submission locked in tightly enough, still very groggy. He lifts his hand slowly into the air, seconds away from tapping out yet again when with his free fingers he pushes up his mask a bit to reveal his mouth. He sinks his teeth into the interlocked hands of Cruze, causing him to shout at the absolute top of his lungs. He is forced to break the hold due to the bite while he sits up, shaking his hand in tremendous pain. Isaac pushes himself up onto his knees and grabs the arm of Cruze as he pulls his head free. He pushes it downward and forces Orlando down into the canvas, trying to lock him into the crossface. The Icon is shouting at the top of his lungs when he forces his head backwards and turns his body, wrapping his legs around the arm of Saine and hooking up the other. He forces Isaac over backwards into the crucifix pin out of nowhere.
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The entire arena screams in shock as Orlando picked up the last second pinfall completely out of nowhere.
Mayne: Hahaha, Orlando just won this match the exact same way you did a few seconds ago Creed.
Nathan: I can’t believe he caught Isaac with that after what had been a fantastic match.
Douglas: I think that was intended as a message at you Nathan, the manner in which Orlando got this victory tonight.
Cruze rises to his knees and taps his temple, staring at Nathan, who shakes his head in disgust at ringside. Isaac gets to his hands and knees, looking furious that he didn’t pick up the pinfall, that he was rolled up out of the blue like that.
Douglas: What a match this was ladies and gentlemen, such back and forth action, this was absolutely spectacular.
Mayne: Are you kidding me, Cruze clearly outshined Isaac in just about every way here tonight.
Nathan: Billy, you must really want to get your head cracked open tonight. Call something fairly for a change, this was a spectacular encounter between these two.
Orlando has rolled to the outside of the ring, and reaches under the ring apron now, grabbing a hold of a steel chair. He rolls back into the ring under the cables then stands up tall, a very intense expression on his face as he tightly clutches the steel mass.
Nathan: Oh come on now, what is this? Something needs to be done about this right now!
Nathan stands up, removing his headset and throwing it down on the table before he starts around the ring. Isaac is on his hands and knees, exhausted from the intensity of this match against the former three time World Champion. Speaking of which, Cruse is now hovering over him with the chair in hand. He lifts it into the air now above his noggin, about to bring it down over the spine of Isaac when the steel mass is grabbed from his hands from behind. The crowd goes nuts as the Icon spins around, finding himself staring into the face of a furious Nathan Creed. The Xtreme Champion turns and throws the chair down quickly before returning his gaze to Cruze, shaking his head in a very upset manner while Orlando only finds himself grinning from ear to ear. He backs up chuckling before he sticks his leg through the ropes and steps onto the apron, not taking his eyes off of his long time friend Nathan, who is huffing in a very intense manner.
Douglas: An intense stare down here between Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze, a somewhat bewildering situation occurring between them.
Mayne: Nathan needs to learn to keep his nose out of other people’s business already and stop hounding Cruze for explanations that he’s already given for his actions.
Orlando leans against the ropes and stares at Nathan from the apron, still smiling and chuckling to himself almost. Nathan checks on Isaac for a second before approaching Cruze quickly. All of a sudden, Orlando spits straight into the face of Nathan, the crowd shocked at the sight of this, everyone booing loudly.
Dan: What the hell, Orlando just spat right in the face of his long time friend!
Mayne: Hysterical, absolutely hysterical, if only there was a law passed where everyone has to spit on Nathan, the world would be a better place.
Orlando backs up the ramp now, staring at Nathan in the ring, who looks to be in shock as he swipes his palm over the saliva dripping from his face. He stares into the condensation on his fingers, seething in rage as his cold eyes shift towards the Icon.
SWEET TREATS
Another massive reaction is heard from the crowd as Desolation is spotted making his way through the backstage corridor, a sort of relieved grin on his face with a newspaper rolled up and tucked under his arm. He marches down the corridor in the direction of his dressing room with the World title sparkling about his shoulder, clearly headed towards his dressing room. The World title match is just moments away, yet it doesn’t seem to distress Desolation even in the slightest, he looks almost carefree in his confident stroll. That’s before he stops abruptly, pulling back his head and releasing another sigh as his cold stare turns downward in the direction of Crazy Eddie Mitchell. The crowd responds loudly at the sight of young Eddie with a table full of ham blocking off the entrance to Desolation’s dressing room. Eddie is standing behind it with a colorful wig on his head, wearing no shirt and only a loin clothe clinging to his body below. He rubs his stomach and sticks his tongue out to the side of his mouth as the Dark Man approaches slowly, rubbing at his temple in annoyance.
Desolation: Do you not, ever get a friggin clue, Eddie?
Crazy Eddie glances about, pretending to be confused.
Eddie: Bob not Eddie, Bob is Bob. I’m Bob, Bob likes ham, Bob likes mnooses, Bob likes Crazy Eddie Mitchell, wink, wink.
Eddie leans towards Desolation while sinking his hands into a ham on the table in front of him. Desolation unleashes another sigh while his shoulder slouch.
Desolation: Okay, your not suppose to say wink, wink, your just suppose to blink an eye suspiciously to let someone know your trying to imply something....
Eddie: Bob understand.
Crazy Eddie reaches out with his hand and put a finger on Desolation’s eyelid, the Champion shockingly doing nothing about it. Eddie closes his eye to make it wink twice before Desolation slaps his hand away finally.
Desolation: Enough, rather your impersonating Bob to impress me, or actually think you are him, it doesn’t matter. I just want to get from the bathroom to my dressing room in peace for once without my whole faith in humanity being destroyed in one fatal swoop. And if you keep impersonating Bob, they’re just going to fuck up your dialogue horribly, and stick you in tag team matches with Ron Rath against the same opponents every week. Now if you’ll excuse me.
Eddie hops in front of Desolation before he can get any further.
Eddie: Wait, I am, I mean, Bob is, ummmm, me Bob! Bob prove it to you, Bob prove it to the nooses in the pumpkin patch.
Desolation: That’s mnooses, and it’s in the parsley patch God dammit!
Eddie: To each his own. But Bob will prove it, by eating whole ham. Yes, Bob will.
Desolation: Stop talking like Yoda!
Eddie doesn’t seem to listen as he picks up a whole ham, struggling with its immense weight while Desolation rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest once more. Eddie continues to fumble with the honey glazed ham as he lifts it to his lips, sinking his teeth into it quickly. As soon as he does, he grabs his mouth in pain.
Crazy Eddie: Ahhh, chipped a tooth.
The ham tumbles from Eddie’s hands and slams on top of his foot, causing him to begin hopping up and down, grabbing his honey soaked toes. Desolation continues to hop on one foot in great pain, but shows incredible flexibility to get his toes up to his mouth, beginning to suck on the battered ones. A smile forms on his face now as he pulls the toes away, licking his lips in satisfaction, obviously liking the taste.
Eddie: Oh, I’m sorry, hungry?
Eddie sticks his foot out to Desolation’s face while the Champion finds himself grinning slightly and shaking his head.
Desolation: No thanks, I just ate some caviare from Oprah’s ass, so I should be fine for a while.
Eddie: Your loss.
Eddie sticks his toes into his mouth once more, beginning to suck on them and taking great pleasure in doing so.
FEMININE TESTOSTERONES
A door leading to one of the lockerooms is focused upon backstage. The pearl shaded frame flies open as from within the dressing room storms an agitated Aurora Rose, flinging the door shut behind her. She obviously seems distressed over something while her lovely features turn, being led instinctively to the ring for what should be the biggest match of her career. She swings her arms several times while moving onward, trying to get both physically prepared and to get her mind off any personal problems. She seems to be so caught up with thought though, that she doesn’t even see none other than Robin Brooks stepping into her path. Aurora freezes abruptly and overlooks Robin, the Black Widow doing the same to the woman who turned on her several weeks ago. Neither lady removes their eyes from one another while the SCW Woman’s title glistens over the shoulder of Brooks, something Aurora doesn’t fail to catch sight of.
Robin: Well now, look who it is, my good old friend Aurora. All ready for your undeserved World title shot?
Brooks questions, tilting her head and trying to seem as authentic in her words as possible. A glare of repulsion fills Aurora’s features as she stares back at Robin.
Aurora: Why don’t you stop trying to be sly Robin? Your too nice to play if off properly, which is going to be your downfall sweety.
Robin blinks her eyes in surprise and smiles as she pulls back her head.
Brooks: Oh really, do tell Aurora. What’s holding me back so much?
Although she doesn’t seem to want to waste her time responding, Aurora explains nevertheless.
Rose: It’s simple. The reason your not in World title matches like me, and the reason you have to go to other companies to win title belts, is because your not a stone cold bitch like myself. Your too nice to get anything accomplished at all.
A light hearted, condescending giggle comes from Robin while she shakes her head, finding the accusations made by Aurora to be somewhat amusing it seems.
Robin: Isn’t someone a little jealous now?
Robin taps her newly won SCW Woman’s Championship.
Brooks: And naive as well. Because Aurora, honey, I did get some things accomplished. You see, Conrad Gray is here tonight, but he’s only been meeting with certain people he wanted to set things straight with. And in order to set things straight with me, he’s not only granted me a one on one rematch with you at War of the Worlds, but he’s also granted me a World title shot next week.
The fans go nuts on the inside of the arena as Aurora’s eyes open widely, drawing her head back and shaking it with absolute dismay.
Robin: That’s right Aurora. So if you win tonight, we face off next week, then at War of the Worlds, I’ll have the chance to show you just what kind of bitch I can be again. So you better start enjoying the now Aurora, because I can guarantee you’ll be dreading the future.
Brooks walks past Aurora, bumping shoulders with her purposely as she passes. Aurora turns and watches her walk off as a slight smile begins to form on her face.
Aurora: More like you’ll be dreading what your new boy toy looks like after the Alpha Generation gets through with him tonight, hahaha.
Robin is both caught off guard and confused by that last statement, turning to stare at Aurora who is marching off. She seemingly has no idea what Rose is talking about as she runs her hand through her long hair.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
A CALL TO ARMS
An exhausted Isaac Saine is located backstage, covered in sweat with his hands on his head, obviously very tired, exhausted and angered by what transpired in the ring. But the camera turns from him lurking in his dressing room to Robin located right before an equally as tired Nathan, while she seems to be begging him to do something.
Robin: Please Nathan, please Isaac, you’ve got to do something. I arrived late tonight, otherwise I would have already known what the Alpha Generation has planned tonight. You’ve got to help.
Nathan swipes spit from his face while shaking his head.
Nathan: I don’t know Robin, helping Hurse, when’s the last time he did anything for us.
Brooks: That doesn’t matter, you’ve got to help him.
Isaac: We don’t have to do shit tonight!
Isaac steps forward, holding the back of his neck and appearing absolutely furious, breathing heavily. Both Robin and Nathan seem shocked by his behavior.
Isaac: I’d rather see Hurse’s skull crushed by that sledgehammer than lift a finger to help him!
Robin: You can’t mean that Isaac, please for me, for the entire ULW, stand up to the Alpha Generation tonight, do something before it’s too late!
Isaac just glares at Robin for several moments, breathing very heavily, contemplating his response. He finally utters something in a very intense, furious tone.
Isaac: You know what, fuck you, fuck the ULW, and especially fuck Hurse!
The masked figure bumps between both Robin and Nathan, marching out of the dressing room while grabbing his bags. It’s obvious that he’s walking straight out of the arena much to the surprise of a very depressed, worried Robin. Her jaw hangs open while watching Isaac vanish out the door, Nathan just shaking his head, not sure what to think.
DESOLATION ©_ VS. AURORA ROSE
ULW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
The crowd has a mixed reaction as Astounded by Tantric hits the PA system and through red and black lights, strolls the challenger for the World Heavyweight title, Aurora Rose. She stares around at the crowd and shakes her head before rushing the squared circle quickly. She slides under the ropes to the inside, not doing her usual entrance, looking very focused on the impending World title encounter.
Douglas: Robin’s call to arms backstage not going very well, kind of surprised by Isaac’s reaction to her request, a lot of things on the man’s mind. However, Aurora Rose looks very focused on the biggest match of her young career, going against Desolation for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Mayne: She better be focused, I’m already running out of hope for people to pin this son of a bitch already!
Aurora marches back and forth in the ring, getting physically ready for the World title match. INSERT DESOLATION ENTRANCE
Douglas: Listen to that reaction for the World Champion, Billy. Desolation has got these fans on their feet for what should be a classic encounter!
Billy: Bullshit, this will not be a five star match Dan, why? Because Desolation doesn’t work weekly events, he’ll phone it in tonight just like he does every Annihilation.
Dan: Are you stoned? Desolation has put on some great matches the past few weeks.
Official Ingelson holds up the World title belt for everyone to see, causing them to go nuts while Desolation warms up in his corner. Aurora is focused on the belt, eager to perhaps get her hands on it. The bell sounds in the background as the two athletes slowly progress towards one another. Desolation overlooks Aurora with his hands on his hips, not appearing very impressed whatsoever. He almost appears downright disgusted to have to fight her while Aurora steps forward and slaps him to the side of the face, showing no fear. Desolation steps back and grabs his jaw, snapping his eyes in the direction of Rose once more, appearing stunned that he was slapped. He turns around and slaps Aurora to the face now without even thinking about it. The fans are just as shocked as Aurora is as she backs up, her mouth hanging open. S he turns back to Desolation in a rage.
Aurora: Your not suppose to hit a girl!
Desolation shrugs his shoulder and nods, understanding. He now puts his hands behind his back and bends forward, exposing his jaw for her to strike. Rose is about to step in and take the free shot when Desolation stands up and snaps his fingers, turning towards the official Ingelson. Without warning, Desolation rips the shirt off the referee, who tries to cover up in embarrassment. Desolation lays the shirt on top of some sweat and blood between himself and Aurora gracefully. He bends forward, tapping his chin and motioning towards the shirt, as if he gentlemanly covered anything Aurora might have to step through.
Douglas: What a sophisticated gentleman Desolation is.
Mayne: You’ve got to be kidding me. The classiest thing Desolation’s ever done is flushed a toilet after the taco shits.
Desolation taps his chin still when Aurora finally rushes in quickly, going for a forearm strike. Desolation stops her though and catches Rose around the waist and by the hand, she extends her arm out to her side and now nods towards the rafters. Classical ballroom dancing music hits as Desolation turns and begins to tango with Aurora, who is trying to fight free from his grasp, the crowd cheering and laughing loudly.
Billy: Will he stop making a mockery out of this World title match already!?!
Desolation swings Aurora around and pulls her back in before stepping sideways once more. She finally is able to push him off and backwards, appearing enraged that he was dancing with her. Desolation sticks out his hands and begins to explain himself.
Desolation: Now that doesn’t count as rape, no matter what Teresa Hilton may tell you!
Aurora unleashes an angry scream and rushes forward, blasting Desolation to the chin with a forearm strike, then hitting him again to the head, backing him up into the cables. Aurora chops him across the chest now, appearing furious that Desolation was joking around with her at a time like this. She grabs Desolation’s wrist and whips him across the ring only for the Dark Man to go into a cartwheel and turn back towards Aurora, who bolts across the ring at him. He immediately catches her with a drop toe hold into the canvas and stands up, swinging around and dropping an elbow into the back of her head. Rose tries to cover up while Desolation gets to his feet and looks out over the screaming fans. He quickly rushes into the ropes at Aurora’s side, bouncing off and coming back in when Rose stands up and bends forward. Desolation leap frogs her though and continues into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Aurora who turns around and goes for a clothesline. Desolation ducks it again and continues into the opposite ropes before he jumps forward. He does a head stand as the back of his legs hit the top rope, sending him into a backwards flip. As soon as Desolation lands on his feet he jumps into the air and swings around with a buzzsaw kick to the face of Aurora who turned to face him. Rose is knocked to the canvas by the strike, grabbing her nose in shock while the fans cheer the exciting move by Desolation.
Douglas: The Champion controlling this match right now, much like Desolation does throughout the majority of his battles, controls the flow.
Mayne: His mind games are getting rather irritating, he’s thrown Aurora completely off her gameplan.
Rose holds her jaw as she begins to pull herself to her feet. The Dark Man steps in and grabs her by the arm now, pulling her up and then signaling for the music once again. Right before it can start Rose dives forward with a knee into his gut. Desolation is bent forward, yelling in pain while Rose blasts him to the back of the head with an elbow strike, causing him to stagger. Rose catches him with a European Uppercut now, knocking him backwards a few more steps. Aurora spins around and connects with a spinning back chop to his throat now, causing the World Champion to cough violently as he stumbles in reverse. Rose grabs his arm and swings around under it now, connecting with a back kick to his gut and first to cause him to bend forward. She now bends Desolation forward enough to step over his arm with both legs then turn towards him once more, connecting with a sharp kick to his sternum yet again. Desolation stands up and staggers backwards before Aurora rushes into the cables in front of him. She bounces off and comes back in when Desolation steps forward and catches her with a tilt a whirl into the back breaker right across his knee. Aurora yells in pain as she is stretched across Desolation’s knee, who grabs him around the neck and bridges her back up onto her feet right after the back breaker. He wraps his arm around her neck and drops back into the downward spiral. Rose hits the canvas hard face first before Desolation locks his hands around her neck and swings around with his body, sticking his leg around the throat of Aurora. He has her placed in the Koji Clutch now.
The crowd claps the quick transition of moves made by Desolation while Rose immediately tries to free herself. She pushes herself up onto her knees when Desolation changes up his submission once again. He pushes himself around now so that his legs are wrapped around the front of her shoulders and his pelvis area is over the back of her head. Desolation pushes himself up and then slams Aurora’s face into the canvas with his lower body. He pushes up and slams her with his lower body face first into the canvas once more. Each time he does a push up he drives the face of Aurora into the canvas before finally pushing himself up onto his knees. He looks around at the fans with a serious expression.
Desolation: That doesn’t count as rape either!
Laughter is heard from the crowd before Aurora pushes herself backwards, freeing her head out from between Desolation’s legs. She stands up behind him and rushes forward, connecting with a reverse shinning wizard to the side of Desolation’s head, knocking the World Champion into a sideways roll. Aurora crashes onto her back as well, taking several deep breaths, appearing exhausted and very battered already by the quick pace in which this World title match is moving. She rolls over as Desolation tries to get up as well. Aurora rushes in and catches Desolation with a knee to the side of his face, causing him to stand up and turn away from Rose with a dazed glint in his eyes. Rose swings around and grabs Desolation by the back of the neck, dropping into a reverse neckbreaker immediately. Desolation’s skull hits the ring hard as he sits up immediately, a dazed glint in his eyes. Aurora stands up and steps behind Desolation quickly, staggering badly throughout the process. She grabs Desolation around the neck, locking in a rear chin lock. She changes it up quickly into a seated abdominal stretch though.
Douglas: Some fine wrestling being displayed now in this World Championship encounter!
Mayne: And it’s all coming from Aurora Rose.
Desolation tries to push his way upwards when Rose changes up the submission again. This time she locks her arm around his neck and bends it over backwards into the dragon sleeper. Aurora has the move tightly established while Desolation rises to his feet, completely bent over backwards into the hold. He drops down to the canvas quickly though upon his seat, freeing his head in the process of grabbing Aurora’s wrist. He now rolls over sideways onto his knees and stands up, swinging around under the arm of Aurora. He places her in the hammerlock then reaches out and grabs her around her around the side of the face, pulling Rose into a spin to face him. He breaks the hammerlock and applies a front gantry before lifting Aurora into the air. Rose floats over though, landing on her feet behind the back of Desolation, who reaches in reverse and catches her around the neck. He drops down into the stunner, causing the crowd to cheer loudly. Rose isn’t taken from her feet though as she staggers in reverse straight into the cables, bouncing off of them. Aurora looks dazed as Desolation stands up and turns towards her, rushing in quickly. He catches Aurora with a STO into the back breaker straight across his knee. Aurora screams out in pain, reaching for his spine but not falling to the canvas. Desolation keeps a hold of her until he pulls her up to her feet and bends down, burying his shoulder into her gut. He drops back into the northern lights suplex into the pin.
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Aurora kicks out, turning onto her side in the process. Desolation sits up, annoyed that he didn’t put Aurora away with that last combination.
Rose is already rolling across the canvas, reaching for her spine while getting into a crawling base. As soon as she gets to all fours, Desolation steps in and jumps into the air, connecting with a double stomp to her lower back. Aurora is knocked down hard to the canvas with Desolation landing beside her and stepping forward. He leans into the ropes for support to take a breather while Aurora begins to push herself to her feet once more.
Douglas: Deswolation still in control here tonight of this World title match up. Aurora really having not gotten out of the gates yet.
Mayne: Give her some time, she’ll get back into her groove.
Desolation stands up and steps towards Aurora, grabbing her around the neck and pulling her to her feet quickly. As soon as he does though, Rose catches him by the grabbing his leg, lifting it into the air. Desolation crashes onto his back as Aurora keeps a hold of the leg, pushing it over backwards so that the Dark Man rolls onto his feet. As soon as he stands, Aurora steps in and connects with a step up enzugari to the back of his head. The World Champ is knocked forward from the strike, turning and hitting the cables back first. His arms fall over them to keep himself from collapsing before he staggers forward, towards Aurora who steps in and jumps into the air. She places her feet to the gut of Desolation and wraps her hands around his neck, falling onto her back. She monkey tosses Desolation into the air, causing him to crash onto his back upon his canvas. The Dark Man arches his spine off the canvas and turns over slowly, beginning to force himself to his feet. A battered, exhausted Aurora steps in and blasts Desolation to the chest with a hard kick. The Dark Man stands up, when Aurora chops him to the sternum now and then swings around with a well placed kick to the side of his face. The martial arts kick doesn’t take Desolation off of his feet though, he remains standing while Aurora rushes into the cables in front of him. She bounces off and comes back in, going for a superkick to his face when Desolation swings around behind her. He catches her arms and goes for a back slide only for Aurora to flip over in reverse and land on her feet directly in front of the World Champion. She jumps into the air, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and falling onto her spine, pulling Desolation down face first into both of her knees.
The crowd screams at the sound of the modified jaw breaker as Desolation stands up and stumbles backwards. He shakes his head in a very dazed state when Aurora rolls in reverse onto her feet. She now steps in and superkicks him hard under the jaw, Desolation taken to the canvas across his back as Aurora turns and falls into the cover.
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Desolation kicks out, turning onto his side with a dazed expression on his face.
Douglas: What intense back and forth action between Aurora and Desolation, Rose coming so close to pinning the Dark Man.
Mayne: I thought we had a new World Champion, I thought for sure Aurora was going to become champion there.
Desolation holds his jaw while rolling onto his elbows and knees while Aurora stands up and steps onto his back immediately. She is standing on his spine when she jumps into the air, flipping over backwards and connecting with a moonsault straight into his back. The fans go nuts as Desolation is knocked down to the ring across his chest due to the dangerous, high risk move by Aurora. She gets up and steps to the side of the Dark Man, turning her back towards him and then springing over backwards, going for a moonsault with amazing hang time. Desolation shoots both his feet up into her face though, Rose landing on them nose first and landing on her feet as well. She grabs her head and screams out in pain while Desolation repositions his feet. He puts the front of one foot behind the back of Aurora’s head, and places his other foot to her jaw. He pushes her head violently backwards, straight into the other foot now. The crowd reacts with shock over the impact as Aurora stands up, staggering around from the collisions her head just took. Desolation slides around onto his knees now and grabs the back of Aurora’s legs, lifting them into the air. Rose crashes onto her back as Desolation tries to turn her over to go for the Curb Stomp perhaps. Aurora rolls over in reverse though, straight onto her feet while bent over. As she still is, Desolation steps in and catches her around the neck, dropping back into a brutal snap DDT. Aurora’s entire body crashes on top of her head before she flips over and lands on her back. Desolation turns and crawls into the cover quickly.
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Aurora kicks out, sitting up throughout the process. The fans are shocked that she got her shoulder up while Desolation swings around and grabs her arms, pulling them out to her sides and back. He buries his knee into her spine now while pulling in reverse on both arms, applying a modified surfboard. Aurora is grinding her teeth and shaking her head, refusing to give in while Desolation buries his knee into her back and changes the hold now. He interlocks his fingers around her jaw and pulls back. Aurora is flailing her arms, trying her best to free herself from this submission while Desolation only further tightens the hold. He digs his knee deeper into her back and pulls even further in reverse on her chin before Aurora tries to push herself up to her feet. As soon as she does so, Desolation steps forward and locks her in the side headlock submission now. Rose reverses it though and steps back, grabbing the arm of Desolation and folding it up into the hammerlock behind his back. Desolation bends forward and slides around under his own arm and Aurora’s, reversing the hammerlock onto her. He breaks it quickly though and instead connects with a stiff buzzsaw kick to the back of Aurora’s head. The crowd screams over the impact as Aurora is knocked forward into the cables, falling over them. She reaches out and grabs the top rope throughout the process, hanging from the cables now.
Desolation begins to step in when Aurora pulls herself back over the ropes with the skin of the cat and sticks her legs out. They drop onto Desolation’s shoulders, going for the leg scissors when the Champion puts his hands to her shins and shoves them up into the air. He pushes her off and causes Aurora to fly over the ropes and crash into the canvas below. She hits it hard face first while rolling onto her back, the fans still putting their hands together at the sight of this.
Douglas: What a collision Aurora just took with those outside mats, her body impacting them rather brutally!
Mayne: Desolation’s remaining on offense is really starting to irritate me!
Dan: Well get use to it, because the man is absolutely on fire right now!
The half naked Ingelson sticks his head through the ropes and begins to check on Aurora as well as start a ten count. Desolation backs away though, grinning widely when suddenly Orlando Cruze slides into the ring behind him. Everyone booing furiously. He scoots up behind Desolation now and delivers a low blow straight to his testicles, the official not seeing it.
Douglas: What the hell, Orlando Cruze attacking Desolation!
Mayne: The savior cometh!
Desolation reaches for his balls and turns towards Orlando, who stands up and places his arm over his chest. The Icon hoists Desolation into the air and plants him to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. Everyone in the arena is furious as Orlando rolls across the canvas to the outside of the ring immediately. Ingelson turns around and finally spots the down Desolation, who isn’t moving whatsoever.
Mayne: Orlando came, he saw, he conquered.
Douglas: This is both redundant and retarded. Orlando laying out Desolation again with the Rock Bottom, and now he may have cost his former mentor the World Heavyweight Championship!
Billy: We can only hope can’t we?
Desolation is still laid out on the canvas while Aurora climbs up onto the apron, her body battered from all its taken during the course of this contest. She spots the down Desolation, then stares up the ramp at a smirking Orlando Cruze, a grin beginning to form on her own face. Aurora scrambles up the corner, getting to the top rope before she now dives off, going into the shooting star press straight on top of Desolation, Robin Brooks’ finishing move. She crashes violently into the body of the Dark Man, and grabs her ribs, rolling off of him. She seems to be in pain before she crawls sluggishly into the cover. She hooks Desolation’s leg with the fans screaming, realizing he may be seconds away from losing the title.
Douglas: Don’t tell me it’s going to end this way, not this way!
Mayne: Say goodbye to Desolation’s title!
The crowd is all standing while the official drops down and makes the count.
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The entire arena is shocked, as is Cruze, when Desolation’s shoulder shoots defiantly from the canvas. Aurora sits up, absolutely stunned, thinking that she had the title won there for a second. She rolls over onto her knees while Cruze remains on the ramp, shaking his head, unable to believe what he just saw. Aurora points to the top rope once more, signaling that this thing is over, that she’s moments away from winning the ULW World title. Rose slides through the cables and onto the apron while Desolation finally begins to stir on the canvas. He barely seems to have much movement about him while Aurora slips through the cables and starts to climb the turnbuckle, finally getting to the top one. She turns to face Desolation, who is standing up slowly, sweating heavily, barely able to get his legs beneath him. Aurora has to change up her plan now it seems when she dives off the top rope, straight at the Dark Man. Aurora lands on the shoulders of Desolation and falls backwards, pulling the World Champion over into a hurricarana pin.
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Desolation rolls her over backwards though and then stands up quickly. He has a hold of Aurora’s legs as he pulls her over onto her gut, and locks up her legs in the Inverted Indian Death Lock. The crowd screams as Desolation pulls Aurora up and turns his back to the cables, falling backwards into the ropes, connecting with the Curb Stomp Alpha. Orlando runs his hands over his sweaty head, stunned that Desolation just hit his finishing move.
Mayne: OH MY GOD, NOOOOO!!
Douglas: Desolation reversed into the Curb Stomp Alpha!
The crowd is going nuts still while Rose rolls onto her back, grabbing her face with the World Champion falling into the cover quickly. He hooks Aurora’s leg while staring straight at Orlando on the ramp.
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The fans go nuts as Desolation rises to his knees, his wrist being lifted into the air. All the while his eyes are locked on Orlando, who is shaking his head while standing on the stage. He appears furious that Desolation won tonight while the Dark Man gets to his feet and is handed the World title belt by Ingelson, who is still trying to cover his exposed nipples. Desolation is staring straight into the eyes of Orlando, who appears outright infuriated.
Douglas: What a title defense for Desolation tonight, he has successfully defeated Aurora Rose in this intense bout.
Mayne: I’m sick of this winning streak, I’m sick of these successful title defenses. I’m sick of Desolation overcoming the damn odds!
Desolation sticks the World title out slowly so that Orlando can get a good look at it. Cruze sinks his teeth into his lower lip, appearing outright infuriated while Aurora rolls across the canvas, stunned that she didn’t win the title here tonight. Orlando and Desolation remain glaring at one another, features trembling in anger.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
A PUBLIC EXECUTION
The show comes back live to the ring with the fans confused over why the ring is still set up and the show is still going, even after the conclusion of an intense World title main event. Faint by Linkin Park now hits the PA system, causing a great deal of boos to escalate through the crowd. From the shadowy backstage area the curtains part and Jackson Adams emerges with the Livewire title over one shoulder and the Submission belt over the other. A huge sledgehammer is clutched in his hand as he starts towards the ring quickly. He turns back only briefly to motion for something as the crowd starts to boo, Hurse, bleeding profusely is dragged through the curtains by Jericho Dylan, Too Magnificent, and Devin Hawk. The three Alpha Generation members keep Hurse up, as is clearly is unable to stand on his own, his wrists still cuffed behind his back as he’s led towards the ring.
Douglas: Oh no, I didn’t think they were serious Billy, but here comes the Alpha Generation with Hurse in tow. This man can barely stand on his own two feet, what the hell do they think they’re going to do to him?
Mayne: I think it’s going to be quite nasty Dan. Nasty in the brutal sense, not the prison shower since.
Hurse almost falls over as he continues to be dragged towards the ring, his stolen title over the shoulder of Adams, who hops onto the apron and slips through the ropes into the ring. He steps around the squared circle, shaking his head in a detestable manner while clutching the sledgehammer over his shoulder. He hops onto the apron and glares around, sickened by the fans response while Too Magnificent takes up a set of steel stairs on the outside of the ring. He lifts them to his chest and slides them into the ring while Jericho and Devin roll Hurse under the cables into the squared circle. They enter themselves now while the fans continue to boo, their hatred over the situation escalating. Too Magnificent puts the steps in the middle of the ring as Jericho enters and stomps the bloodied forehead of Hurse. Too Mag takes Hurse around the head and pulls him to his knees, forcing him former tag partner across the ring before laying the side of his face on top of the steel steps. Too Magnificent places his foot on the head to hold it in place while JA steps around, Devin tossing him a microphone from outside of the ring.
Douglas: Look at the way they’ve got Hurse’s head positioned, don’t tell me they’re going to smash his head with that sledgehammer.
Mayne: Oh yeah baby, this is going to be messy. They really should have handed out some slickers like at a Gallagher performance.
Too Magnificent continues to hold Hurse’s head in place with his foot while Jackson steps back and forth in the ring, shaking his head in a disgusted manner.
Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight you’ve witnessed the Alpha Generation do some pretty sickening, twisted things. But this, this is going to be the icing to the cake, this is going to be an image none of you will ever be able to get out of your heads. Tonight, the Alpha Generation makes a statement, tonight we show that unlike Mark Comeau, we can get things done around here. Tonight, we show people like Conrad Gray, that their attempts at interfering with our control will met with swift, vicious payback. You are all here to bare witness to a public execution, the ending of a career, and possibly the ending of a pathetic man’s life!
Adams stares down at his former friend Hurse, who’s almost lifeless already as he continues to be held down by a grinning Too Magnificent. Devin Hawk remains on the apron as he and Jericho chat with one another, enjoying the sight of what is about to happen.
Jackson: But this can all be stopped. There’s still time for Hurse’s life to be spared. All that needs to happen, is for Conrad Gray to march his ass from the back and to come to this ring. For this cat and mouse bullshit to end. Conrad, get your ass out here right now!! Come to this ring if you don’t want to watch one of your old lackies be destroyed at the hands of the Alpha Generation. This coupe does not end with Mark Comeau, that was only the beginning, because now it’s your turn to come out here and give up your power as part owner of this company. It’s out with people like you and in with a new regime, a powerful regime, a regime that shall not, and cannot be stopped! Conrad, come out here now, and save your friend if you’ve got any balls or humanity left in your twisted soul!
The redness in Adams’ face is unbelievable as he backs towards Hurse, standing over the blood soaked Submission Champion. He begins to polish the top of the sledgehammer with his forearm, getting ready to use it, much to his teammates delight. Adams slowly takes one last chilling look up the ramp.
Adams: This is your last chance Conrad, your last chance to stop this execution!
There comes no response from the backstage area, the curtains remaining still, not moving whatsoever. Adams shakes his head scornfully and delivers his last few words.
Jackson: Then Conrad, may this be on your hands.
Adams throws down the microphone and now lifts the sledgehammer above his head.
Douglas: Nooo!
The Livewire Champion seems to be savoring this moment, taking his proper time. Suddenly to cheers from the crowd though, none other than Sean “Genocide” Johnson rushes from the back and towards the ring. He bolts at the squared circle, seemingly out to help.
Douglas: It’s Sean Johnson, Sean Johnson is coming out to help Hurse!
Mayne: Damn his big nose, can’t he keep it out of things that don’t concern him!?!
Jericho Dylan and Devin Hawk immediately rush up the ramp, catching Johnson as he neared the ring. Sean comes to blows with Jericho, the crowd going nuts before Devin comes at him from his other side. He blasts him over the back several times with forearm shots while all three individuals fight around the ringside area. Johnson is being overcome though by the impressive odds against him. He’s backed into the barricade as he continues to be assaulted savagely by the two members of the Alpha Generation, Jericho in particular. Jackson turns his attention back towards Hurse before lifting the sledgehammer again, about to squash his head brutally. That’s when the fans start to scream at the sight of none other than Robin Brooks rushing from the back, motioning for someone to follow. She eagerly does so before Nathan Creed begrudgingly steps through the curtains. The crowd is going nuts as the two rush the ring.
Douglas: Now Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed are getting involved in this!
Mayne: Damn them!
Nathan rushes towards the ring but is cut off by Devin Hawk, both men immediately beginning to battle it out with a flurry of right hands being exchanged between them. Too Magnificent turns away from Hurse and exits the ring, immediately going after Robin, blocking her path to the ring. Too Magnificent and Robin Brooks now come to blows with one another while Sean Johnson begins to fight back against Jericho, having him reeling with shots to the face. Devin and Nathan are fighting up the ramp with the crowd still going crazy. Robin and Too Magnificent continue to fight around the ring as Jackson steps over Hurse once again, lifting the sledgehammer quickly into the air, about to bash him in the head brutally. Suddenly the fans go nuts as Isaac Saine jumps over the barricade behind Adams and slides into the ring behind his back.
Mayne: Jackson, look out!!
Douglas: Isaac Saine is out here to get some payback on the Alpha Generation as well!
Jackson is about to swing down with the hammer and take off Hurse’s head when Isaac grabs it from behind. The fans are absolutely exploding into cheers as Jackson turns around to face Isaac, who rams the top of the sledgehammer into the ribs of the Livewire Champion. Jackson Adams bends forward, reaching for his gut when Isaac turns the hammer and rams it brutally into his forehead now. Everyone is on their feet with Hurse taken to the canvas, immediately rolling under the ropes though to the outside of the ring as he goes into convulsions.
Dan: Isaac took out Adams, he took out Jackson Adams with the sledgehammer!
Mayne: Damn that Isaac Saine, has he no decency?
Douglas: What the hell are you talking about? Adams was about to kill Hurse dammit!
The crowd is still erupting as Adams rolls across the outside mats onto his knees, bleeding heavily from the forehead now. He grips his ribs while a laceration spews crimson fluid down his twisted, furious features. Hurse rises to his knees, regaining some composure as his cloudy eyes open and glare upon none other than Isaac Saine. The Psychotic One turns away from the bloodied Adams on the outside of the ring and finds himself staring into the face of Hurse, sledgehammer in hand. Everyone seems to be standing on tacks as they observe this situation between Isaac and Hurse, age old rivals now glaring into each other’s faces. It begins to set into Isaac that he may have just saved Hurse, who is equally as stunned over the revelation that Saine is his savior. There’s an even greater reaction from the fans as none other than Conrad Gray emerges through the curtains, striding onto the stage with a cocky grin on his face. He puts his hands together as he glares at the ring, enjoying everything he just witnessed.
Douglas: This is insanity, outright insanity, just like I said earlier tonight. I can’t believe the way this show is going off the air.
Mayne: This is all Conrad Gray’s fault!
Conrad continues to clap on the stage while Adams looks up at him with blood oozing down his face. He trembles with outrage while holding his busted ribs. Jericho and Johnson are fighting it out in the crowd while Nathan and Devin have vanished to the back, Robin and Too Magnificent still coming to blows. In the center of the ring though, the bloodied Hurse, and Isaac Saine continue to share a very confused glare.