RISING FROM THE ASHES


The first show of 2007 opens surprisingly in the dimly lit boiler room of the backstage area. Pipes and vents course throughout the chamber as confusion seems to set into the fans. Suddenly though the crowd responds with fury at the sight of Jackson Adams strolling into the boiler room, glancing around in bewilderment. His arm is placed to his chest and wrapped in a thick white cast.

Jackson: I’m really getting sick of this, where the hell is he?

I don’t have a clue, he really tends to blend in.

Another loud boo is heard from the fans as into the boiler room and past the pipes marches Devin Hawk as well. On the opposite side of Adams, the camera picks up none other than Too Magnificent marching forward, his eyes scanning the room.

Too Magnificent: Why does he insist on meeting in the boiler room? Can’t he get an office like a normal person? And since we’re all here, where the hell is Jericho at?

Jackson shrugs his shoulders in confusion.

Adams: Uhhh, Disney World?

Devin: Yeah, probably ran off with Lethal Weapon somewhere, you know the fucking coward who would rather hide than face me one more time.

There are no chuckles from the group, who continue to stare around the room, looking for the individual they came to meet apparently.

No, I’m afraid he failed the test....

Jackson turns his head slightly then jumps forward, placing his hand over his chest in a state of shock. From the shadows strolls none other than the hooded figure, shrouded in darkness. The cloak covers his body while he strolls towards the center of the room, passing his compatriots, all turning to overlook him in confusion.

Hooded Figure: Because here you all stand, and he doesn’t. So he must have failed the quest I sent you all on.

Devin glances at his associates then stares back at the shrouded individual once more.

Devin: What are you talking about? What quest?

A slight, devious chuckle escapes the throat of the darkly clad mastermind, who can be seen shaking his head beneath his hood.

Hooded Figure: It’s just like I told you all on the last Annihilation, that this year would see a much different Alpha Generation, that you’d all rise from the ashes like the mighty phoenix, and lay to waste all those who have opposed us. At the end of 2006, you all went your separate ways to re-discover yourselves, and decide if you had the strength to come back to the ULW, and stand alone. And now that you’ve found that inner strength, you’ll stand together again, and stand much stronger than ever before.

Too Magnificent’s eyebrow raises while he glances at his stable mates.

Too Magnificent: Was that suppose to make any sense whatsoever?

The inquiry is met with a raise of the shoulders from all those gathered, with the exception of the gentlemen in the hood and cloak.

Mysterious Individual: It will make sense by the end of this night. For on this show the Alpha Generation will prove their dominance, we shall smite our enemies, and we will once again run this establishment.

Jackson rubs at his jaw in confusion before he finally stares at the man in the hood, an emotionless expression on his face.

Adams: And how exactly are we going to accomplish that?

A sinister, raspy chuckle escapes from beneath the hood once again.

Hooded Figure: All shall be revealed, all shall be revealed throughout the course of tonight. All will be revealed soon.....

The Alpha Generation members stare around at one another, appearing apprehensive yet intrigued.



ANNIHILATION


A huge pyrotechnics display shakes the entire arena, everyone getting out of their seats as the first Annihilation of 2007 officially hits the airwaves. The house lights raise while an explosion of golden pyros shoot straight upward from the turnbuckles and rain downward from the heavens. Every fan is on their feet with the lyrics of Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen” continuing to bombard their eyes.

Billy Mayne: It’s a new year in the ULW, and your joining us for the first Annihilation of 2007!

The crowd is still hoping up and down, highly enthused over the event that is moments away from proceeding.

Dan Douglas: This is Dan Douglas, joined along side by Billy Mayne, and like my associate just mentioned, Annihilation is back for what should be a fantastic 2007. All starting tonight with so much in ring action scheduled, so many mind blowing matches.

Mayne: You got the blow part right. I’ve never seen a card stacked with so many tag team matches. They should call this the grand evening of clusterfucks.

Douglas: Would you stop being so overly negative. This should be a great telecast.

Mayne: Blah, blah, why must you recycle the same old garbage you said constantly last year?


HELL’S ANGELS VS. BITCHCAKES McPHEE & “LIONHEART” RYAN MILLS


"I Stand Alone" hits the PA system and out walks "The Lionheart" Ryan Mills, showing that always confident smile. He struts to the ring giving the occassional fan a "high-five." He slides in to the ring and warms up for his match.

Douglas: And we’re kicking things off tonight with tag team action.....

Mayne: But of course....

Dan: Shut up, you. Anyhow, its nice to see this tough young man Ryan Mills out here tonight, fired up for in ring action and physicality personified. I’m equally as happy to know that he’s gotten past the ego we began to see from him a little last year, by agreeing to work with a man he was building a bit of a rivalry with towards the close of 2006, Bitchcakes McPhee.

Billy: Are you done talking yet? I want to know if I can remove my ear plugs yet. The fact of the matter is, Ryan Mills is a sell out. Just when I saw some promise in this guy he sides with Bitchcakes, Bitchcakes people.

Ryan is still marching back and forth in the ring, looking anxious for competition when...

BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! AND STUFF!!!

The chorus of Beer by Psychostick accompanies Bitchcakes McPhee as he runs down the aisle, slapping the hands of any and all fans he can get a hold of. He slides under the ropes quickly, anxious to get this battle under way so he can go back to drinking and partying. He approaches Ryan slowly, staggering a bit before he catches himself and shakes his head. Ryan steps forward and begins to sniff around Bitchcakes before he pulls his head in reverse, looking disgusted.

Ryan: Have you been drinking?

Bitchcakes shakes his head no while unleashing a loud burp and beginning to shadow box. Mills shakes his head, slightly agitated.

Mayne: Look at this guy, just look at him. He’s not a wrestler, he’s not a performer. He’s a freaking drunk, he can’t even stand up straight let alone execute a wrestling move correctly.

Douglas: I give Bitchcakes much more credit, and just like as in the case of Ryan, I’m very proud to see this young man on the roster, part of what should be a sensational new year.

Billy: He should be arrested for WWI, Wrestling While Intoxicated. He’s going to hurt someone out here Dan.

The guitar begins to play through the speakers as the lights dim to a darkness in the arena, smoke begins to come from the ramp, engulfing the stage so the floor can no longer be seen while Green lasers begin to shoot off into the crowd and down toward the ring from the stage, suddenly the sound of the heavy guitar comes in quickly followed by the loud roar of two Harley engines!!! The fans stand up to the barrier to see what is coming from the back, all that can be seen is the headlight of what looks like a Harley Davidson through the mist…

”HELLRIDER!”

The chorus suddenly hits and one of the bikes roars through the mist and down the ramp followed by another as Trojan and Demon ride toward the ring, both men causing the fans to react loudly to there presence, suddenly they step off there bikes and just walk opposite sides of the ring taking in the fans reaction before climbing on the apron and into the ring, they walk past each other and just climb onto adjacent turnbuckles raising there arms in the air to the fans before remaining there to take off there spiked jackets. They jump back down and just turn to there opponents the two of them talking quietly to each other, from the back now strolls Tim May, waltzing towards the ring with a confident swagger)

Mayne: And don’t even get me started on these guys.

Douglas: Now what’s your problem with this new duo, the Hells Angels? I’ve heard they’re very talented performers, and should make a great addition to the growing tag team division.

Billy: My problem is not with either Animal, or Trojan, it’s with Tim May trying to get his face back on television. He gave up an on air role like years ago, evolution passed him by and created a much more gifted color commentary, slash analyst. He shouldn’t be out here trying to relive his glory days.

Douglas: Billy, are you actually feeling threatened?

Mayne: Haha, by Tim May? The man stole the first three letters of my last name, and lord knows he’s been trying to copy me my entire life, who wouldn’t feel a bit threatened by something like that. I’m sure he even has a small hair puppet of me somewhere in his lockeroom.

Dan: Your lice problem would make that a bit too hazardous Billy. Anyway, Tim May brought these talented youngsters in with the soul purpose of punishing guys like Ryan Mills and Bitchcakes McPhee. On the last Annihilation of 2006, those two were involved in a wild brawl with the Alpha Generation that spilled to the commentary area and left Tim in an injured state.

Billy: Thanks for reminding me of one of the most classic Annihilation moments ever.

Ryan Mills is the first to start the match off, approaching Demon, the two eyeing one another closely. Tim May remains outside of the ring, slapping the apron and shouting for Demon to get this thing started the right way, to make Ryan suffer. Demon and Mills circle one another before they step forward and immediately lock up into a collar elbow tie. They push against one another, struggling for dominance in this hold. Yet neither of the two are able to get a decisive advantage over the other. They break apart from the collar elbow and step back, Ryan glaring into the face of Demon, who’s features are twisted up, looking as if he just got eating a sour lemon of some sorts. The two step forward again, locking up in the collar elbow before Demon now swings around under the arm of Ryan, placing him in the arm ringer, and then twisting it around behind Mills’ back, placing it in the hammerlock. He now breaks the hold and steps forward, catching Ryan around the neck, holding him in the side headlock submission. Ryan steps back though immediately and grabs the arm of Demon that was clamped around his neck, pulling it behind his back and applying his own hammerlock on the Hells Angels member. Ryan pushes the arm to the side though, causing Demon to spin around and for Mills to wrap his arms around his neck, applying the side headlock of his own. He squeezes at the head of Demon repeatedly, causing him to slap the stomach of Ryan, trying to get out of this hold.

He now places his hands to the back of Ryan and shoves him off forward into the ropes. Mills turns and strikes the cables back first before coming back in, Demon dropping to the canvas across his chest and stomach. Mills hops over him and continues into the opposite cables, bouncing off and coming back in once again. Demon stands up and throws a lariat that Ryan ducks under, charging into the opposite cables once more. He bounces off and comes back in, bending forward as Demon turns around and leap frogs him now. Ryan steps under his posterior and then stops directly behind his back. As soon as Demon turns around, Ryan catches him around the neck and takes him over with the side headlock takedown. The crowd applauds as Ryan gets Demon down on the canvas, his arms clamped tightly about the neck of the Hells Angels member.

Douglas: Some nice textbook wrestling to start out the new year here on Annihilation. Demon and Ryan Mills putting on a clinic. Thus far I’m impressed by at least one of the Hells Angels members.

Mayne: Why, they’re meaningless plot devises used by Tim May to get himself some exposure. Go back to the nursing home Tim, your not needed here anymore!

Demon begins to push his way up to his feet though, getting to a standing base with Ryan still holding on the side headlock. Suddenly Demon falls sideways though, twisting with his frame and hooking the arm of Mills on the way down. He arm drags him over onto the canvas across his back. Ryan quickly rushes to his feet and comes charging back in at Demon, who is lying on his side. He turns to spread himself across his chest and stomach, causing Ryan to hop over him and continue into the opposite ropes. As he comes back in, Demon stands and catches him with a huge hip toss, flipping Mills over and sending him crashing into the canvas across his back. He rolls over onto his knees when Demon steps in and bends down, grabbing his arm and folding it around behind his back, holding him in the key lock while he kneels down in front of him. Mills is grinding his teeth and looking to be in a tremendous amount of pain while Bitchcakes shouts at him to get up, and make the tag. Demon refuses to allow that to happen though, continuing to twist at the arm of Ryan, Trojan looking proud of his partner’s actions. Tim shouts for him to break the damn arm as Mills begins to get to his feet. As soon as he reaches a standing base he swings around with his body, escaping the key lock and turning to face Demon. He folds the arm of Demon over backwards, straight into the top wrist lock, really holding onto it with all of his strength.

Demon is bent over backwards somewhat before he spins around out of the top wrist lock, getting around behind the back of Ryan and wrapping his arms around his waist, holding him in the reverse waist lock now. He lifts Ryan up into the air and then turns him to drag the body of Ryan down into the canvas across his chest and stomach. Demon slides around across the back of Ryan, ending up on his knees over the head of Mills and wrapping his arm around it. He pulls Ryan up onto his knees now, holding him in the front gantry, really twisting at the head as the crowd has a mixed reaction. May wears a big grin on his face now, slapping the apron and continuing to shout instructions to Demon, who is restricting the flow of blood and air to the head of Mills. Ryan begins to push himself up onto his feet though, getting them beneath him and trying to counter out of the hold. Demon backs up though, dragging Ryan with him as he hits the cables spine first. Quickly, Trojan reaches over the ropes and slaps his shoulder, tagging himself into this match. He enters through the cables and steps to Ryan’s side, who is still being held in the front gantry, blasting him over the back with a clubbing blow and then kicking him to the gut. Mills is released from the hold as he turns away from Demon, reaching for his mid-section. Demon exits the ring while Trojan blasts Ryan over the spine again with another clubbing blow and now grabs him by the arm. He pulls him away from the cables and applies a textbook arm lock, pushing down on the shoulder of Mills with one hand and using the other to wrap about the forearm of his opponent. Ryan drops to his knees, the pain being too much for him to withstand it seems. Bitchcakes keeps yelling for him to make the tag though to fight through the pain.

Trojan shakes his head, grinning at the sight of Ryan’s anguish before he stands up suddenly and turns his body, pressing his shoulders into the gut of the Hells Angels member. He stands up, connecting with a fireman’s carry flip over on Trojan, who hits the canvas back first before rolling over onto his knees and getting to his feet quickly. As soon as he does, Ryan jumps into the air and plants him with a back heel kick to the face, knocking him down to the canvas once more. Trojan rushes to his feet as Ryan gets to a standing base as well then dives forward with the dropkick, taking his opponent down again. Trojan hits the canvas and rolls to his knees, trying to stand up when Ryan moves in and catches him across the side of the face with a forearm strike. Trojan is almost knocked over before Ryan grabs him by the hair and pulls him forward into a side headlock. He squeezes at he massive neck of Trojan before he pushes him off and across the ring, right into Mills’ corner. As he strikes the ropes back first, Bitchcakes makes the tag quickly. Mills comes charging back in at Trojan who steps forward and catches him against the chest and stomach, hoisting him up into the air only for Ryan to slide off his hands and lands behind him. He jumps forward into a front dropkick to the back of Trojan, knocking him forward straight into a brutal running lariat from Bitchcakes. The crowd reacts with cheers as Trojan is taken down hard to the canvas by the impact.

Douglas: Bitchcakes now in the ring and he just took Trojan down hard with a stiff lariat.

Mayne: Ryan and McPhee working rather well together out here, which is shocking considering how much hatred they once had for one another.

Dan: They’ve put those differences aside Billy, for the spirit of competition.

Trojan remains down as Ryan rushes into the cables behind Bitchcakes, bouncing off and coming back in before McPhee turns around and bends forward. He catches Mills by the chest and stomach, throwing him up into the air and causing Ryan to flip forward as he comes down with a senton bomb across the chest of Trojan. The crowd goes nuts while Bitchcakes runs into the ropes, hitting them back first and coming in at the still down Trojan, jumping into the air and planting his spine brutally into the ribs of the Hells Angels member with a senton splash. Tim covers his eyes on the outside of the ring, looking furious as Bitchcakes now turns into the cover, Ryan rolling to the outside of the ring.

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Trojan gets his shoulder off the canvas, Bitchcakes immediately getting to his knees and grabbing him by the arm. He folds the arm of Trojan inward towards his body, crossing it at the elbow joint over his own arm. The fans still seem rather pumped after that incredible series of tag team moves from Bitchcakes and Ryan, taking it to Trojan in this tag team clash. The Hells Angels member sits up on the canvas, his mid-section obviously hurting him as he now turns his body towards Bitchcakes, getting onto his knees. As he does thus, McPhee releases the arm and steps over the back of Trojan, wrapping his hands around his jaw and pulling back with a camel clutch. A few cheers go up at the sight of the quick reversal, Trojan’s head being pulled hard in reverse now. He tries to stand up, but the weight of Bitchcakes is just too much to handle. Suddenly he slides backwards though, getting between the legs of McPhee and then standing up quickly. He catches him around the arms, lifting them up into the full nelson, applying the submission tightly. Bitchcakes performs a standing switch though, getting around behind the back of Trojan and bending forward. He buries his shoulder into the spine of Trojan and hoists him into the air, dropping down into a hard back drop suplex. The body of Trojan is driven hard into the canvas by McPhee who rolls over sideways and gets to his feet. He charges into the ropes and bounces off, coming back in and jumping into the air with a huge leg drop. Trojan rolls out of the way, Bitchcakes crashing posterior first into the ring and yelling in pain. As soon as he turns into a crawling base to stand up, Trojan gets to his feet and steps in. He jumps over the back of Bitchcakes, catching him around the thigh and the neck, pulling him over into the Oklahoma roll.

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Bitchcakes kicks out, dropping onto his knees while Trojan gets to his feet in front of him and jumps forward, planting him to the face with a wicked, devastating front dropkick. The impact almost knocks Bitchcakes’ head off, causing him to crash onto his back before Trojan gets to his feet and grabs him by the hair. He rolls McPhee over, pulling him to his feet and slapping on a neck cravat. He backs towards his corner as Demon reaches over the ropes and slaps his shoulder. Demon enters the ring behind Trojan who breaks the neck cravat and grabs the wrist of Bitchcakes, whipping him in the direction of his partner. Demon catches Bitchcakes coming in and lifts him up slightly, hitting the atomic drop, planting McPhee groin first into his knee while Trojan rushes into the ropes behind him. He bounces off and comes back in, jumping over his tag team partner and Bitchcakes, catching him around the waist on the way down and pulling him over into a sunset flip. Before he can do anything, Demon steps forward and jumps over his partner’s back before coming down with a double stomp to the ribcage of McPhee. The crowd groans the impact as Bitchcakes yells out in pain, trying to cover his sternum, but Trojan gets quickly to his feet. He grabs the legs of McPhee and raises them into the air, elevating all but the back of Bitchcakes’ head off the canvas. Demon steps towards the turnbuckle nearby and climbs onto it back first, getting to the second rope before diving off and extending his leg. He plants it across the face of Bitchcakes, doing perhaps serious damage to the neck.

Mayne: Okay, I have to admit that was pretty damn impressive!

Douglas: Some more insane tag team moves by the Hells Angels. I’m really enjoying this rebirth of the tag team division Billy.

Billy: Well good for you then, because with the lazy booking around here, we’re probably going to be seeing a lot more of these clusterfucks in the future.

Trojan drops the legs of McPhee and finally exits the ring, leaving his battered opponent to Demon, who is already stomping down at McPhee. He grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet and throwing a forearm into the side of his face. He comes down with the top of his elbow into the skull of McPhee, and then delivers another forearm shiver to the side of his skull. McPhee is almost taken to the canvas as Demon holds him by the bangs of his hair, taking him by the wrist now and whipping him into the ropes behind him. McPhee hits the cables and comes back in when Demon catches him around the wrist, falling back and flipping Bitchcakes over into a huge belly to belly suplex. Bitchcakes hits the ring and sits up, grinding his teeth while Demon steps up behind him, connecting with a hard buzzsaw like kick straight to his kidney area. McPhee shouts out in pain now while Demon bends forward and buries his knee into the spine of Bitchcakes. He grabs both of his wrists and pulls back on the arms, applying a modified surfboard on McPhee, who is shouting out in pain. While he holds him in this position, Tim shouts something at Trojan, who enters the ring and steps up in front of McPhee. He moves in and drills him to the exposed sternum with a bone breaking buzzsaw kick that causes the crowd to become quite squeamish. Bitchcakes yells in pain while the official demands that Trojan exit the ring. The Hells Angels member obliges to the orders, stepping towards the cables and slipping through them onto the apron.

Bitchcakes remains in the hold though, shouting out in pain but trying to will his way upward onto his feet. As he ascends upwards, Demon is forced to take his knee from his back, but keeps hold of the wrists, pulling his arms in reverse. McPhee gets to his feet finally and turns his body slowly, and painstakingly in the direction of Demon. The transition causes Demon to turn his back in the direction of McPhee as he tries to maintain a grasp upon his arms. Finally McPhee turns all the way around to face the spine of Demon and reverses the grip upon both of his wrists, pulling them in reverse and placing his forehead to the back of the Hells Angels’ head. He has him completely gripped in the submission, Demon shouting in pain as the hold is reversed upon him. He now mule kicks straight to the testicles of Bitchcakes though, McPhee wailing in anguish as he bends forward and grabs his testicles. He breaks the submission while Demon spins around and grabs McPhee around the neck, dropping down and planting him chest and face first straight on top of his knee. Bitchcakes stands up straight after the impact while Demon turns away from him before spinning around into a vicious lariat, taking McPhee down hard to the canvas. Demon lands on his knees, breathing heavily with the fans booing his actions.

Mayne: The Hells Angels brutalizing Bitchcakes McPhee, wearing him down in this intense opening tag team contest.

Douglas: This is certainly tag team wrestling as an art form tonight Billy, what a way to kick off 2007.

Bitchcakes holds his sternum, coughing up something while he turns onto his side, trying to push himself up onto his feet. As he does so, Demon steps in and drops down with a forearm over his back. McPhee is taken back down to the canvas before Demon stands up and waits for him to rise to his knees. As soon as Bitchcakes does, Demon steps in and kicks him to the side of the face, knocking him right back down to the canvas. He steps in once again and drops down, burying his knee into the upper back of Bitchcakes and wrapping his arms around his jaw, pulling in reverse upon it. Ryan slaps the turnbuckle repeatedly, calling for McPhee to get up and out of this hold. The crowd starts in with a chant for Bitchcakes, trying to motivate him as well. Everyone seems to be into this contest before Bitchcakes begins to push himself up, feeding off of this energy. As soon as he gets to his knees, Demon breaks the hold and begins to drill him repeatedly over the back with a forearm strike. He steps back and stomps him to the side of the face again, almost taking Bitchcakes back down. He now turns and rushes across the ring straight into the ropes back first. He bounces off and comes back in when Bitchcakes suddenly stands up and catches him by the leg, hoisting the body of Demon into the air and falling back into a huge flapjack, that plants the Hells Angels member face first into the canvas. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of this while Ryan is hopping up and down on the apron, arm extended over the ropes into the ring, looking very anxious for a tag into this contest.

Dan: Bitchcakes needs to capitalize on this window of opportunity.

Mayne: He desperately needs a tag after the beating he’s endured in that rung thus far from the Hells Angels.

Bitchcakes is remaining on his back, full of sweat, exasperated after this breath taking performance. Sluggishly he rolls towards the corner, Ryan slapping his hands together and then extending one outward in the direction of McPhee once more. He looks incredibly anxious to get in there as Bitchcakes turns onto his elbows and knees, crawling painstakingly towards his corner. Demon is doing the same, moving towards an irate Trojan. Both men dive forward and make tags to their partners at the same time. Ryan hops over the ropes into the ring and rushes across it straight at Trojan, who comes in. He takes Trojan down with a quick running back elbow though before Demon stands up and steps in. Ryan takes him down with a running lariat and then turns, bouncing off the ropes back first and then coming in at the Hells Angels. Trojan stands up when Ryan connects with a front dropkick to his shin, dropping him to his hands and knees from the impact, while Demon stands up at his side. Ryan turns and rushes at Trojan, stepping off of his back and then diving forward, wrapping his legs around the neck of Demon and dropping down sideways, taking him over with a huge hurricarana. Demon flips over, crashing into the canvas with the fans going nuts. Ryan stands up, absolutely on fire while Trojan painstakingly gets to his feet, his body aching. The pumped Ryan rushes in and jumps into the air, turning with his body and reaching back with his legs. He wraps them around the waist of Trojan and then pushes himself off the canvas with his palms, launching upwards with a wheel barrow as he reaches back for the neck of Trojan. However, the Hells Angels member pushes his legs off of his waist and catches him around the neck, pulling him down to the canvas with a reverse neckbreaker from the wheel barrow position. The crowd is shocked by the impact, Ryan hitting the canvas hard and then going into convulsions after the collision.

Trojan rolls over, getting to his knees and standing up while bent forward before a loud “moo” is heard, Bitchcakes stepping in and jumping into the air. He catches Trojan around the neck and pulls him down head first into the canvas with a jumping DDT. The crowd explodes at the sight of Bitchcakes’ finishing move, Trojan crashing into the ring and flopping onto his back immediately. Bitchcakes begins to stand up now while bent forward himself, when Demon comes rushing in, stepping over the back of his neck and then flipping him over into the Canadian Destroyer, hitting his End of Days. Bitchcakes slams hard into the ring across the top of his head before landing on his feet and falling back spine first into the ring in a groggy state. The crowd is putting their hands together, standing up and reacting with a massive ovation. Demon begins to stand up, as does Trojan, both men trying to get to their feet while Ryan gets to a standing base on the apron. He grabs the top rope and jumps onto it feet first before flying off and catching Demon around the neck. He swings around with a tornado DDT and in the process connects with a stiff kick to the back of a rising Trojan’s head. He then pulls Demon around and plants him hard skull first into the ring, flipping him over onto his posterior. The crowd is hopping up and down while Tim slaps the apron, appearing outraged by what he is seeing. Demon falls onto his back after the impact while a dazed Bitchcakes crawls into the cover instead of Ryan. He hooks the leg of Demon and buries his forearm into his throat, Mills starting to finally stand up.

Douglas: Dear God, what a series of moves between both of these teams in what has been an insane opening contest!

Mayne: Bitchcakes may have Demon pinned now, even though he’s not the legal man, although the officials are too retarded to keep track of that type of thing.

The ref drops down and makes the count.

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Ryan grabs the leg of Bitchcakes and drags him off the pin suddenly, the crowd becoming upset at the sight of this. Bitchcakes rises to his knees, staring at his partner in shock as Mills shouts at him, red in the face.

Mills: What the fuck are you doing!?!

McPhee looks confused as he motions towards the prone Demon, insinuating that they can win this match. Ryan seems to get his head straight now, nodding it and motioning for McPhee to go for the pin. Gladly McPhee goes for the pinfall once more.

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Trojan steps in and plants his boot to the back of Bitchcakes head, causing him to break the pinfall and roll off Demon. Ryan comes rushing at Trojan, who turns and drills him to the throat with a stiff lariat that almost flips him over. He crashes across the back of his head, folding up like an accordion while Trojan lands on his hands and knees. He gets to his feet and grabs Ryan by the hair, pulling him to his feet and hooking his leg and neck, lifting him into the air for the Muscle Buster. Tim has grabbed a chair now from under the ring and slides it into the squared circle under the ropes, shouting for Trojan to hit his move on top of it. Trojan begins to set up for it when Bitchcakes rushes into the ropes in front of the Hells Angels member, hitting them before coming back in and delivering a huge spear into his gut. The crowd reacts with a massive response as Trojan drops Ryan and flies back first, hitting the canvas hard. Trojan rolls across the canvas, holding his gut as a result while Ryan crawls towards the chair in the ring, grabbing a hold of it. Bitchcakes now grabs Trojan around the neck, rolling him over in an exhausted state and pulling him to his feet before kicking him hard to the gut. He turns to the fans and unleashes a “mooo” before stepping forward and beginning to jump into the air for his DDT finisher. Suddenly Ryan throws the chair right into Bitchcakes face though, the crowd reacting with anger as the metal bangs off his skull. McPhee crashes onto the canvas across his back after the impact.

Douglas: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!

Mayne: Ryan Mills just threw that chair right into the face of his tag team partner! What’s going on here!?!

Bitchcakes crashes onto the canvas as the official turns and calls for the bell, throwing out this match as a result of Ryan’s actions. Mills steps forward slowly and bends down, getting into the face of Bitchcakes, who seems out cold after the shot to the skull with the steel chair.

Ryan: I’m sick and tired of talent-less sons of bitches like you holding me back! Did you honestly thinks I’d ruin my good name by associating with you!?! No! I’m going on to join a real team!

Ryan stomps at the forehead of Bitchcakes now, causing his body to convulse before starting towards the ropes. Trojan is down on his knees while Demon is standing up, the bell still ringing away in the background. Suddenly, to even louder boos, through the curtains strolls none other than Devin Hawk with the tag team titles in his grip. He has a huge grin on his face as he nods in the direction of Ryan. Mills looks up at him from the apron now, wearing an equally as sinister smirk on his features. He drops off the apron and starts up the ramp now while Tim May pulls something out from under the ring, a table.

The Hells Angels stomp away at the down Bitchcakes now, who is completely defenseless, the crowd showing their absolute hatred over these actions. Tim lifts half the table up, pulling it towards the ring as Demon grabs a hold of it and pulls it through the cables. Ryan has now joined Devin on the stage, Hawk extending his hand with a smirk, chuckling. Ryan now takes hold of Devin’s hand, shaking it to nothing more than a chorus of boos from the sold out audience.

Douglas: No, you’ve got to be kidding me! Has Ryan Mills joined the Alpha Generation?

Mayne: I can’t believe it, when one member falls, a new one shall rise. This is certainly a shocking start to Annihilation!

Ryan steps to the side of Devin as both men back up the ramp now, staring at the squared circle with huge smiles. The table is now set up with Tim standing on the apron and demanding the Hells Angels put Bitchcakes through it. Trojan and Demon grab Bitchcakes, pulling him to his feet and throwing him into the corner before they hoist him into the air and sit him on the top rope. Demon repositions the table as Trojan steps up the ropes onto the second one and hooks the neck of Bitchcakes, then reaches out and grabs his leg, hooking it as well. Before anyone has time to react, Trojan hoists Bitchcakes onto his shoulder and falls back, connecting with the Hells Bells (Muscle Buster) through the table. The wood shatters as the body of McPhee crashes through it and strikes the canvas, now lying completely motionless.

Douglas: NOOO!! Dammit, nooo!! The Hells Angels have just destroyed Bitchcakes McPhee, and it’s all thanks to that damn Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk. I cannot believe this.

Mayne: Hahaha, this is such a great way to kick off Annihilation.

Ryan and Devin continue to stare down the ramp, laughing over what they just saw while Tim enters the ring, jumping for joy as he approaches the Hells Angels. He pats both Trojan and Demon on the backs, grabbing their wrists then hoisting their arms into the air. The fans are still booing as loud as they possibly can at the sight of this.

Douglas: Dammit, a new year, and the same old bullshit.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


A shadowy ring is shown, where a figure looms in the corner, kneeling forehead first against a corner. Although his face can not be seen, his fingers are shown moving, forming a cross about his chest. An old man’s voice can be heard in the background, speaking deeply.

The purity of one’s soul can be tested through the blood that they’ve shed.

The aisle between a row of pews can be seen, leading to the cross hanging from the front of a church. The same large figure is shown kneeling before it.

One man’s power, can be measured through their brutality, or their mercy....

The camera changes to the light shining down through the pane glass windows onto only half of the crouching warriors face. His eyes opens amongst a collection of scars.

A man’s wealth can be seen through their possessions, or their power to give....

The figure rises to his feet slowly, the sunlight from the massive windows around him almost enveloping his massive frame. He digs his fingers into his palm, as the camera shifts to a close up of the blood spilling from between his fingers.

But this man’s power, his purity, his wealth, comes from violence.....

Chapel’s ghostly eyes shift over his shoulder and stare directly into the camera. Immediately an image of a DVD cover hits the screen, swirling repeatedly as it opens and the three disc inside float out.

Witness the journey of the most violent man in the history of the ULW.....

The massive hand of Chapel is shown slapping around the throat of AWOL, before cutting to a shot of him big booting Lethal Weapon to the face. We now see him holding up a flaming chair while covered in blood.

In this three disc DVD, relive some of Chapel’s most violent matches.....

Scenes featuring Chapel welding a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire into a man’s flesh are shown before cutting to him crucifix bombing Killjoy through a flaming table.

His proudest moments....

More images flood the screen featuring Chapel holding up the Livewire and Television title belts. It then cuts to images of AWOL and Chapel with the tag team title straps over their shoulders, standing triumphantly in the center of the ring.

And his most controversial moves....

Micheal Synclaire is shown jumping into the arms of Chapel, celebrating over a brutalized Lethal Weapon and Orlando Cruze.

Listen to what Chapel has to say.....

Chapel is shown sitting down in a dressing room, doing an interview with Tom Hammond, and seeming to become very verbal and angry in the clip.

And here the truth behind the stories.....

Chapel is shown emotionally staring into the camera, with determined eyes.

Chapel: People need to realize, I’m the most hardcore wrestler to ever grace the ULW. I did things to my body and the bodies of others that was never dreamed up before, yet I was still held back in favor of people like AWOL...

Own the Best of Chapel!

The DVD cover is once again shown.

Catch Chapel live next week on Annihilation to promote his DVD


STRENGTH IN NUMBERS


Apathy is prevalent within the eyes of Isaac Saine while he gazes onward onto the television monitor, having watched the commercial that just played. He shakes his head and adjusts the Livewire Championship over his shoulder, clearly not at all receptive to what he just viewed as the door to his dressing room opens and in strolls Nathan Creed, clutching the Xtreme Championship over his shoulder. Much to Nathan’s chagrin, behind him strolls Robin and Hurse. The Submission Champion stares straight at Creed and Isaac apprehensively while Robin makes sure to create a wall between them. Isaac glances around at everyone present.

Saine: I’m guessing we’re all here for the same reason?

Hurse nods his head slowly while tilting it to stare at Saine. Robin and Creed do the same.

Isaac: Good, I’m glad to see that I’m not the only one outraged that they’d actually give Chapel his own DVD. The most hardcore, violent bastard in ULW history? Please.....

Nathan: Uhhh, Isaac, I don’t think that’s why we’re here.

Isaac’s eyes widen with confusion.

Saine: Oh, this must be about all of our names being on the Alpha Generation’s hit list, right?

Hurse: My God, Robin, for once he said something logical.

A chuckle escapes Isaac’s mask while Nathan shakes his head in anger.

Isaac: Yeah, as logical as sniffing panties right?

Confusion sets into Robin’s face as Hurse cringes, immediately making a slit throat motion behind Brooks’s back. He motions with his head towards Robin and puts a finger over his lips, calling for Isaac to be quiet on that subject. Robin turns to stare at Hurse, who stops what he’s doing and just puts on a big smirk.

Robin: What is he talking about?

Hurse: Haha, it’s Isaac, does he ever make sense?

Robin shrugs her shoulders and turns back towards the conversation.

Isaac: Well, I think I’ll make sense right now and assume that we’ve all got to have one another’s backs tonight with this whole resurgence of the Alpha Generation.

Nathan: Yeah, in fact, since they’re increasing their numbers, it might be smart for us to start looking for some more back up ourselves.

Everyone nods their heads in agreement but they then lower their noggins, diving into thought.

Robin: But who would help us, I mean, we’re not exactly the most liked in the lockeroom. Especially some people.

With a scowl Robin turns towards Hurse, who shrugs his shoulders and acts innocent.

Hurse: What? I’ve been good. Anyway, if nobody else has any suggestions, I have one of my own. The only person I think who could legitimately help us out here, and this may be aiming a bit high, is Desolation.

Creed: Are you fucked in the head?

Hurse acts taken aback by the comment while Creed stares at him with actual anger. Robin puts up her hands to try and calm Creed down.

Nathan: Do you actually think that Desolation is going to come down off his cloud and work with us? He barely works well with anyone.

Hurse: It’s a matter of survival though this time, Creed. If he doesn’t team with us, then he’s just as exposed to an attack from the Alpha Generation as we are.

Creed: Listen Parkwood, I’ve known Desolation a long time, and he won’t care about facts, or threats. The man stands alone.

Hurse: It never hurts to ask.

Creed shakes his head and stares around at his fellow Lost Cause members, Robin seeming to agree with Hurse as she nods her head. Isaac doesn’t seem to know what to think as he leans sideways against the monitor.

Nathan: Well, if you guys want to be humiliated by asking him, then go right ahead and do so. But I’m not going to let myself be made a fool of. So you’ll have to excuse me. Isaac I’ll see you in the ring later tonight.

Nathan brushes past Hurse as Isaac gives him a pat on the back. Robin and Hurse both turn to watch him walk out the door while the Submission Champion’s eyebrow raises.

Hurse: Jeez, what a bitch....


VICTIM NUMBER ONE


Jackson: Come on, bring him, bring him.

The camera opens on Jackson Adams marching through the backstage area, motioning for somebody with his arms. They move towards what appears to be an open loading bay door with a semi trailer backed right up into it. The crowd boos can be heard while none other than Bitchcakes McPhee is dragged in front of the camera. His head is bloodied as its gripped between the fingers of Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk, both men standing on opposite sides of him. They force him across the floor in the direction of the trailer with Too Magnificent moving into the camera’s frame and standing at its side. He waves them to the direction of the trailer while Adams does the same. Before they throw him in however, Ryan turns and grabs the jaw of Bitchcakes, holding his head up and shouting straight into his face with tremendous hostility.

Ryan: Did you really think I’d team up with Bitchcakes, that I’d actually agree to ruin my name by associating it with yours!?! The only thing you are to me Bitchcakes, is not a tag team partner, not a friend, your just another victim!

Mills pushes the head of McPhee away, sending blood flying off and into the air. He takes hold of the other arm of Bitchcakes, while he and Devin force him forward and throw him into the trailer of the semi. Bitchcakes charges forward before he crashes onto the floor, rolling across it with blood dripping from his semi conscious body. Too Magnificent grabs the loading bay door and pulls it shove, locking Bitchcakes away in the trailer of the semi truck. The fans are booing heinously as the newest member of the Alpha Generation, Ryan Mills steps to the sides of Devin Hawk and Jackson Adams, Too Mag slapping the loading door and laughing to himself throughout the process. He backs away with the other members of his group.

Too Magnificent: Man, this is going to be fun.

The four laugh loudly at the statement, anxious to continue this evening based around their brutality of the lockeroom.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. SILENCER


The Scorpion by Megadeth hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arean lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands centre of the ring with his arms outstreched taking in the crowd reaction, some positve, but mostly negative.

Billy Mayne: And what a way to come back live to Annihilation, with the Icon, the one, the only, Orlando Cruze. The true World Heavyweight Champion.

Douglas: Oh God, not another of your man crushes Billy, we’re getting sick of those. Your point is arguable at best.

Mayne: How so? Desolation had a hand full of Cruze’s tights when he pinned him. The match decision should have been reversed because of that. Hell, ULW referees have disqualified people for less.

Dan: Okay, okay Billy, we’ll talk about this later, when your not publicly ass kissing. Tonight, we’re slated to see Orlando Cruze battle current number one contender Silencer in one should be a tremendously athletic match this evening. A kind of rematch from their classic battle at Retribution from several years ago.

Billy: Another match where Orlando was screwed out of a victory. Jeez, your so inconsistent, first your bringing a smile to my face when you referenced Tim May’s ass kicking, and now your just upsetting me.

Orlando marches around the ring with a yawn, staring out over the crowd and appearing very indifferent to their reactions. Suddenly, the lights cut out, as white noise can be heard over the PA. Slowly, the lights come back, as a deep red color and a voice replaces the white noise, "Go Ahead.... Silence Me..." Slowly, "Too Numb To Cry" Starts to play over the PA, as little water-like droplets start to fall from the rafters... Slowly, Silencer comes out from the back, and looks around, before heading to the edge of the stage. Here, he drops to his knees, and is showered in the liquid. He runs his hands over his face, smearing the liquid through his hair, before he finally stands and slowly walks towards the ring. Suddenly, the lights fade out again, leaving the total arena in darkness once more. Silencer now rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, staring straight across at Orlando in the corner, who is still yawning in the direction of the number one contender.

Mayne: Silencer and Desolation have a lot in common Dan, they’ve both repeatedly screwed Orlando Cruze out of what he deserves, what’s rightfully his. Silencer on the last show of 06, committed the ultimate sin when he robbed Cruze of a title shot, a title shot that should have been his regardless.

Douglas: Again, a point you can argue, but like it or not, Silencer won that four way on the last Annihilation, and will now battle Desolation at the Rumble Bash for the World Heavyweight Championship. Which is a huge match, because whomever walks out of that will move as champion to the Weapon’s Lair and main event Paranoia IV.

Billy: Silencer only won that match because Cruze had been taken out by that idiot Nathan Creed. It seems like everyone wants to keep Cruze away from the title.

The crowd is disgusted at the sight of Orlando backed into a corner, with his arms over the ropes, staring with a bit of arrogance in the direction of Silencer warming up in the center of the ring.

Douglas: Rather they’re booing, or rather they’re cheering, these fans are electric here tonight for this match.

Mayne: As well they should be, I mean, Cruze is about to go in there and win back what he deserves, his number one contendership.

Dan: Well, the contendership is not on the line for this match, but if Orlando is able to beat Silencer, then he may have a strong chance of catapulting himself back up the rankings.

The bell chimes in the background as Cruze slowly etches forward from the corner in the direction of Silencer. The number one contender hesitantly moves forward as well while Cruze sticks his hand out, open palm, looking for a shake. The crowd begins to boo furiously at the sight of this while Orlando tries to make his sincerity known, constantly sticking his palm out, looking for a handshake. Silencer stares down at his palm for a second and then stares up at his face before extending his own hand to reciprocate the shake. Suddenly Silencer slugs Orlando across the face now, the crowd cheering as the Icon is knocked in reverse, Silencer stepping to his side and chopping him brutally across the sternum.

Dan: Silencer refusing to be baited in by Orlando.

Mayne: Come on, all Cruze was trying to do was shake hands with Silencer, and he had to become little Johnny hate everybody.

Silencer chops Orlando hard across the sternum once again, causing the fans to scream with appreciation. He kicks the Icon to the gut and now turns his body, wrapping his arms around his neck, locking him in the side headlock submission. He clamps his arms about his neck before Cruze interlocks his arms about the waist of the former World Champion, backing him up into the corner. Silencer is still holding onto the headlock even as the official steps in and starts a five count, reaching four before he finally breaks it. As he does, Orlando steps to the side of Silencer and grabs the top rope, stomping the gut of his opponent repeatedly. The crowd is booing as Orlando steps in and grabs the hunched over Silencer by the hair, throwing a right hand into his forehead, and then blasting him to the side of the face with a forearm strike. The number one contender is almost knocked to the canvas as Orlando grabs hold of the wrist of Silencer, dragging him out of the corner and then swinging around under it. He places him straight in the arm ringer before dropping sideways, connecting with an arm drag out of that ringer position. Silencer flips over sideways and crashes onto the canvas, sitting up on the ring as the Icon keeps hold of the arm. He folds it around behind his back, applying the hammerlock, kneeling behind the seated Silencer.

The former Champion slaps his shoulder repeatedly, trying to find a way out of this hold while Orlando keeps the arm bent up tightly. He really twists at the arm of his opponent as Silencer tries to push himself up to his feet but then drops down onto his back without warning, getting his knee up in the process. As he falls back he gets his knee up straight into the face of Cruze who was kneeling behind him. The shot causes Cruze to grab at his face, standing up in pain before Silencer rolls over backwards, getting his legs up and wrapping them around the neck of Orlando. Silencer pushes himself up onto his hands and now shoves himself off the ring, hanging from the neck of Orlando and pulling him around into several revolutions with a form of the head scissors. He makes four revolutions before finally falling to the canvas and flipping Orlando over onto the canvas back first. Cruze hits the ring hard, sitting up and grinding his teeth while he forces himself up onto his feet. Silencer rushes to his feet as well and then charges at Orlando, taking him down with a standing back elbow. Silencer spins around after the collision, which took Orlando down to the ring once more. He rises to his feet as quickly as his body will allow when Silencer bolts across the ring and delivers a stiff lariat, driving him right back down to the ring. Orlando rolls over and gets to his feet though when Silencer steps in and jumps into the air, swinging around with a huge spinning heel kick. The shot knocks Cruze off of his feet and sends him crashing into the ring.

Douglas: Silencer just cooking in the ring right now. He looks more rejuvenated, more fresh than I’ve ever seen this man before.

Mayne: This roll he’s been on is going to end as soon as Orlando pulls his head out of his ass.

Silencer rises to his feet and looks out over the crowd, which is going nuts before he turns towards the rising Icon. He once again charges in with a lariat that Orlando ducks under this time. He transitions behind the back of Silencer and locks his massive arms about his waist. Silencer rushes forward into the cables, reaching out and locking his arms around the top one before the Icon drops back, trying to roll him up into a pin. Silencer keeps hold of the ropes though, Cruze rolling over backwards onto his feet when the former Champion turns to face him. He rushes forward into a front dropkick to the shin of Orlando. The shot knocks Orlando down to a kneeling base, yelling out in pain as he reaches for his leg. He tries to force himself up onto his feet while Silencer rushes into the cables in front of him once again. He bounces off and comes back in when Orlando rises to his feet and places his hands to his gut and chest, hoisting him into the air for a gorilla press. Silencer slips off of his hands though and lands on his feet behind the back of the Icon. Before he has time to react, Silencer steps forward and blasts the back of Orlando’s thigh with a hard, karate style shin kick. Orlando begins to hop up and down a bit on his one good leg while Silencer turns and bolts into the cables behind Cruze. He bounces off and comes back in before reaching out and grabbing the back of Orlando’s head, going for a face buster only to be pushed off by the Icon into the ropes. Silencer jumps into the air though and lands feet first on the second cable before flipping over backwards into a moonsault at Orlando. Cruze drops to the ring and rolls across it though, avoiding the moonsault as Silencer changes things up and lands straight on his feet. Without warning though, Orlando rushes in and takes Silencer’s head almost off his shoulders with a brutal lariat. The shot causes Silencer to go into a corkscrew while Cruze lands on his hands and knees in the ring, the number one contender flipping through the air. He finally hits the ring and appears very dazed, sitting up slowly with a groggy expression on his face.

Mayne: What a deadly lariat by Orlando, I thought he beheaded Silencer there for a second. Would certainly help on the looks department.

Douglas: Indeed, these two had a nice exchange of counters before Orlando finally got the better of Silencer with that lariat.

Silencer is holding his throat as he rolls across the ring, trying to push himself up onto his feet. He gets to his knees when Orlando steps up behind him, reaching out and digging his hand into the shoulder muscle of Silencer. He applies a hard grip on both of Silencer’s shoulders now from behind, locking in a submission on the former World Champion. Silencer is yelling out in pain due to the hold before he begins to get to his feet, forcing his way up to a standing base. As soon as he does though, Orlando bends forward and buries his shoulder into the spine of Silencer, hoisting him into the air and dropping back hard with a brutal belly to back suplex. The back of Silencer’s neck crashes into the canvas before he rolls in reverse onto his knees, barely conscious. He falls forward but catches the canvas with both hands, keeping himself upright as Orlando gets to his feet and rushes into the ropes at his side. He bounces off and comes back in before blasting Silencer to the jaw with a stiff knee lift that knocks him off the canvas and onto his back. Cruze turns and falls on top of him quickly, hooking the leg and the back of Silencer’s neck.

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Silencer gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side immediately, and trying to force himself up to his feet. Before he can, Orlando steps around in front of him and bends down, locking his arm around his neck, applying the front gantry. He hoists Silencer up onto his feet now in order to properly lock in the submission hold. The second that Silencer starts to fight it though, Cruze reaches out and takes hold of the back of his leg, hooking it before lifting his opponent into the air. The crowd boos as Cruze drops back into a hard fisherman suplex with the pin.

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Silencer kicks out yet again, falling onto his side and appearing rather tired after this exchange. He doesn’t get much time to rest however as Orlando turns to face him and scoots across his knees up to his back. He immediately locks in a rear naked choke upon Silencer, cutting the air off to his head, depriving it of oxygen in this quick, fast paced battle. Silencer kicks his legs and tries to force the arm away from his throat while Orlando begins to further clamp on the hold, dragging him down onto his side so that both men are laying out and Cruze has even more leverage. The crowd starts to cheer and chant Silencer’s name already, trying to will him out of this rear naked choke. Their words seem to have little effect though as Silencer is completely trapped in this choke, no avenue of escape from the massive arms of Cruze, who seems dead set on slowing this match down to his type of pace. Cruze twists at the neck of Silencer once more before suddenly the crafty number one contender scoots across his back and grabs the arm of Orlando around his neck, pulling it away. He gets his head free without warning and keeps hold of Cruze’s arm, folding it around behind his back into the key lock. The laid out Orlando is unable to fight it as Silencer now turns his body and flips forward, applying a bridging key lock. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of this, Silencer bent over completely backwards as he maintains the hold on a roaring Orlando.

Douglas: A beautiful counter by Silencer, going right after that arm of Cruze.

Mayne: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure it looks pretty, but how effective is it actually?

Dan: Uhhh, very effective you idiot.

Orlando kicks his legs and grinds his teeth before Silencer switches around out of the bridging key lock and turns to face the Icon. He knees at his side now, turned to face Cruze and still folding his arm up behind his back. The Icon begins to force himself to his feet though with the key lock still established on him before he turns his side in the direction of Silencer’s gut. He drops down to his knees and uses his free hand to push the legs of Silencer upward, sending him over his shoulders with a fireman’s flip. Silencer crashes on his posterior on the opposite side of Orlando, who is now freed of the hold but turns and reaches out with his arms, clamping them around the neck of his opponent. The crowd boos as Orlando has got Silencer right back into the rear naked choke for a second time. Silencer is sweating and stomping the back of his feet into the canvas, appearing furious that he can’t get out of this submission applied so expertly by Cruze.

With a refusal to endure any further pain, Silencer wills himself upward to his feet with the rear naked choke still applied. He turns his body and now drives an elbow into the gut of Cruze before doing it once more. The shots finally cause Cruze to break the hold as Silencer chops him stiffly to the chest. Orlando is knocked backwards by the chop before Silencer grabs him around the back of the head and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike. The shot knocks Cruze backwards towards the ropes before Silencer kicks him to the gut and takes him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. Orlando reverses the whip though and instead sends the Number One Contender rushing across the ring into the opposite ropes. Silencer turns and hits them back first with Orlando rushing forward to catch him. Silencer drops down into a baseball slide though right between the legs of Cruze before standing up and rushing up behind the bent forward Icon. He jumps high into the air, getting tremendous height before flipping forward over top the head of the Icon. In mid-air he reaches back with his arms, hooking both of Orlando’s and pulling him down face first into the canvas with the flip over unprettier. The crowd goes nuts as Orlando is driven face first violently into the canvas by the now seated Silencer, who is taking several deep breaths.

Douglas: Wow, what a move by Silencer!! A flip over unprettier, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like that.

Mayne: More pretty moves, but they won’t do what Silencer wants, and that’s end this match, and conclude Cruze’s threat.

A tired Silencer turns and crawls quickly into the cover on Cruze, dropping down and hooking his leg with desperation.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder from the canvas while Silencer sits up on the ring, appearing upset that he just didn’t win this match. Silencer runs his hands through his sweaty, multi-colored hair before rising to his feet and stomping at the back of Orlando’s head. He then does it once again before grabbing the Icon around the neck, rolling him onto his knees. Cruze pushes his hands away and rises to his feet on his own before being blasted over the back with a clubbing shot. Silencer turns Cruze around and connects with a hard right to his face before spinning around and delivering a boot to his sternum that knocks the Icon back first into the turnbuckle. He leans on it for support when Silencer comes charging in and jumping into the air, placing his feet to the gut of Orlando and reaching out with his hands. He wraps them around the back of Orlando’s head, going for the monkey flip when Cruze places his hands to the chest of Silencer and shoves him viciously down to the canvas back first. Silencer strikes the ring brutally spine first with his legs shooting up into the air. Orlando bends forward and places his shoulders to the back of his legs, pushing his shoulders down into a pin before kicking his feet up and placing them over the middle rope. The crowd is booing loudly as Orlando tries to earn the pin with a blatant cheat.

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The official glances up and spots Orlando’s feet over the middle rope, stopping the count and demanding Cruze break the pin. Orlando finally drops feet first off the ropes and lands on his knees before staring up at the official in anger. He finally gets to his feet as referee Stuart Wright yells at him for his actions, demanding he show some class. Cruze stares straight into his eyes throughout the process, nodding repeatedly while Silencer gets to his feet in the corner behind him. Finally Orlando pie faces the Wright, sending him crashing down to the canvas, the referee looking irate over this. Orlando turns to face Silencer now who has climbed up onto his seat upon the top rope. He reaches out and slaps Cruze across the cheek and now places him in a front gantry, jumping off the top rope and swinging around into a huge tornado DDT. The head of Orlando is planted hard into the canvas while Silencer keeps on the front gantry. He rolls over backwards now, pulling Cruze into the same roll over. It ends with Cruze seated on the canvas and Silencer ending up on his knees at his side, hooking both of his arms as the number one contender locks his own hands together behind the upper back of the Icon. He has him locked in the double chickenwing, facing the opposite direction as the seated Orlando. The Icon is shouting out in pain as a result of this tough submission hold being established by his opposition.

Douglas: A double chickenwing by Silencer on Orlando, hooking both those arms up and giving him little room to escape.

Mayne: Orlando will find a way out, he has to!

Cruzebegins to get to his feet, trying to fight his way out of this submission that Silencer has got tightly locked in. Once both men reach their feet though Silencer drops back with the double underhook and plants Cruze to the canvas with a bridging underhook suplex, going for the pin.

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Cruze kicks out, rolling to his side throughout the process and forcing Silencer to do the same. He still has both arms hooked as the two gentlemen get to their feet, Cruze being pulled down by the arms so that his head goes under the seat of Silencer. With a loud grunt Silencer hoists Orlando into the air and flips him over, catching him around the waist and dropping down into a seated tiger bomb, his shoulders going into the back of Cruze’s thighs.

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Orlando kicks out yet again, the fans shocked but still putting their hands together after all these athletic counters.

Billy: Thank God....

Douglas: What’s wrong Billy, worried that Cruze may actually lose this match?

Mayne: Of course not. I was thanking God, because ummmm, uhhhhh, he’s allowed me to be the sole voice of Annihilation.

Dan: I’m here too.

Billy: Exactly, the sole voice of Annihilation.

Silencer gets to his feet now and grabs the legs of his opponent, trying to lock them up around each other into what looks like a cloverleaf position. Orlando forces one leg free though and uses it to kick at the face of Silencer repeatedly, finally knocking him away. Silencer goes into a spin with his back facing Cruze who scoots forward and grabs him by the back of the pants, pulling him over in reverse into the school boy pin. He grabs the back of Silencer’s pants as well, once again for further leverage.

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Silencer somehow gets his shoulder up, but Cruze refuses to let go of the school boy as he stands up and turns, placing his shoulders to the back of the number one contender’s thighs. He leans forward into them, pushing the shoulders of Silencer downward for another quick pin attempt.

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Orlando sits up, pushing Silencer over backwards and ending up seated on the sternum of the number one contender, catching him around the legs with his arms.

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Silencer scoots his body out from under the posterior of Cruze and turning his body to reach out with his legs and arms. He hooks both of Cruze’s from behind, pulling him over backwards into a crucifix pin to a huge ovation.

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Orlando rolls over backwards, landing on his knees at the side of Silencer and then reaching down and grabbing his ankle. Cruze rises to his feet with anger showing on his face, pulling the ankle of the number one contender up into the air and twisting it repeatedly. The crowd is irate as Orlando has Silencer gripped in the ankle lock, Silencer pushing himself up onto his elbows and yelling at the absolute top of his lungs. Orlando is really ripping at the ankle with Silencer lifting his hand slowly into the air, looking ready to tap out to the submission. Orlando repeatedly twists at the ankle of the number one contender, trying to shatter it apparently. Suddenly Silencer rolls forward though, launching Cruze across the ring as he tries to hold onto the ankle lock but is yanked forward as a result. Orlando turns and spills through the ropes, crashing to the outside mats across his side violently.

Douglas: Man, so many near falls between these two leading into that attempted ankle lock. Neither of the gentlemen are holding anything back whatsoever, they’re going at it fast and furiously in this contest.

Mayne: We knew going into this one, that it wasn’t going to be a long match, and that it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Orlando rolls across the mats, looking absolutely furious as he gazes about at the fans. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip before rising to his feet and approaching the time keeper. Cruze once again seems to have snapped as he grabs Kaily by the strap of her dress and drags her out of the seat she was planted in at ringside. The crowd is irate now as Orlando folds the chair up and turns towards the ring, making his way in its direction. Before he can reach the ring however, Silencer suddenly rushes across the squared circle and dives through the ropes with a huge suicide pancha. A huge reaction is heard through the fans as Silencer lands back first on top of the chest of Cruze, taking both men down hard to the mats.

The chair falls out of Orlando’s hand as he strikes the mats spine first, rolling across them in an attempt to get back to his feet. He appears rather dazed though as he ends up over top of the steel chair, Silencer getting to his feet and looking rather exhausted as he approaches his opponent. From the back, with no good reason charges none other than Kloe now, the fans booing her presence viciously as she rushes towards the ring.

Douglas: Wait a minute, what the hell is Kloe doing out here!?!

Mayne: I haven’t got the fondest clue, maybe she’s out here to give her man some further inspiration.

Kloe immediately jumps onto the ring apron and tries to slide through to the inside, forcing official Stuart Wright to spin around and approach her, taking his attention off the action on the outside of the ring. He cut off Kloe from entering through the ropes, making her appear infuriated as she tries to reach Cruze at ringside. Silencer, not seeing any of this take place, steps towards Orlando and bashes him to the side of the face with a closed fist, and then does it again. The shots almost take the kneeling Orlando off of his knees before he takes hold of the chair beneath him and slams it sideways, directly into the ankle of the number one contender. The crowd starts screaming out in anger as Silencer bellows in pain, tumbling onto his back and wrapping his hands around his ankle. The official still doesn’t see this as he’s trying to deal with Kloe. All the while Orlando reaches out with his foot and steps on the damaged ankle of Silencer, pinning it to the mats before hoisting the chair above his head. He swings it viciously downward into the ankle of Silencer once again, causing him to shout at the top of his lungs, rolling back and forth across the mats. He begins to untie the laces of his boot, trying to remove it and get to his ankle while Orlando backs up with a very pompous smile on his face. Wright still doesn’t see this as he tries to force a very anxious Kloe off the apron.

Mayne: Oh my God, I think Orlando may have just broken Silencer’s ankle with that steel chair. Wouldn’t that be just great?

Douglas: Your almost as sadistic as this son of a bitch, Orlando. I cannot believe what he’s doing here.

Silencer gets up onto his knees and crawls towards the ring while Orlando throws down the chair, just watching and looking proud of himself. The number one contender somehow finds the strength to roll into the ring, clutching at his ankle and still trying to remove his boot as he continues to shout loudly from the anguish flowing through his leg. Kloe spots this and now drops off the apron, backing up with a grin while Wright finally spins around to witness the action, seeing Silencer spread across the canvas, holding his ankle and yelling at the top of his lungs. Orlando rolls under the ropes quickly and begins to approach him when Wright steps in his way, keeping him from going after Silencer, holding him back in fact. Orlando shoves him aside though and steps in, immediately dropping down and grabbing the battered ankle of Silencer, lifting it into the air and beginning to twist at it repeatedly as he pulls Silencer to the center of the ring. The fans are screaming in anger as Orlando applies the ankle lock, seconds away from shattering the damaged leg of the number one contender. Silencer pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring at the top of his lungs as Cruze continues to twist violently at his ankle.

Mayne: Orlando wisely going straight after that ankle, break it Cruze, break it for him denying you what’s yours!

Dan: This is disgusting, this is repulsive, stop the damn match already, stop it!

The pain seems to be weakening Cruze so much so that his body is shutting down to avoid it, slowly passing out as he refuses to tap to Orlando. Cruze almost breaks the foot of Silencer from his leg as the number one contender finds himself completely passed out. The official reaches down and grabs his hand, lifting it into the air before letting it drop straight to the canvas. He turns and motions for the bell immediately, which causes everyone in the arena to erupt into boos.

Mayne: Hahaha, that wimp Silencer couldn’t handle the pain, he passed out.

Dan: He tolerated as much pain as his mind could endure Billy. I’m surprised he didn’t tap out to the ankle lock.

As the bell sounds, Orlando continues to rip and tear at the ankle, not letting it go whatsoever. Wright steps up to his side and grabs hold of his arm, prying him off of Silencer and forcing him back away from the number one contender. An arrogant, yet deranged glint resides in Cruze’s eyes as he glares down at Silencer, who seems to have regained his consciousness somewhat, reaching for his badly damaged ankle. The official turns back towards Silencer and drops down, checking on his condition and seeing how much pain is coming from his damaged ankle. He suddenly rises to his feet and turns towards the curtains, raising his arms and forming an “X” with them. Orlando is standing back, appearing pleased by all this, quite chipper while Silencer grips at his ankle, his face contorted into an expression of absolute agony.

Dan: Oh this is bad, Orlando may have seriously hurt Silencer’s ankle.

Mayne: Well then, he must have came late, because Santa Clause definitely gave us all a present tonight.

A huge collection of boos flairs up from the irritated, outraged crowd, Silencer still clutching at his badly battered ankle. Orlando stands back, shaking his head, not looking pleased by Silencer whatsoever. Wright turns towards Cruze now, and walks right into an arm across his chest. The crowd gets even louder as Orlando hoists Wright into the air and plants him with the Rock Bottom. Stuart looks completely out of it as Orlando gets to his knees and glares down at him with an intense expression on his face. EMTs rush from the back and towards the ring but are held back by Kloe who steps up the ramp, motioning for them to get the hell out of here. All the while Orlando rolls to the outside of the ring and once again approaches the steel chair. He lifts it up, seething with anger it appears before he enters the squared circle and immediately approaches Silencer, who is trying to use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. He grips the top cable and is unable to put much weight on his ankle while he gets to his feet, only to have Orlando rush up behind him and swing the chair into the back of his shin. Silencer yells out at the top of his lungs while crashing onto his back, reaching for his ankle yet again. He’s unable to protect it as Orlando now takes the chair and turns it sideways, ramming the top edge of it downward repeatedly into the ankle of the number one contender. Silencer reaches for his leg as the chair is driven downward again and again into it. Orlando steps to Silencer’s side and lifts the chair into the air regularly and brings down the entire thing over the ankle of his opponent now, further increasing the roars of anguish from the contender.

Douglas: Jesus Christ, stop it Orlando, stop it for the love of God! Your going to cripple this man!

Mayne: I think that’s his intention. If Silencer’s injured he can’t wrestle Desolation for the World title, and you know that means. A new number one contender would have to be announced.

Dan: This is bullshit, someone stop this man.

The EMTs continue to try and get to the ring as security now files out and surrounds Kloe, forcing her up the ramp and to the back so that emergency crew can do their job. Orlando isn’t through yet though as he lifts the chair into the air and slams it one more vicious time across the already battered, possibly broken ankle of Silencer.

Dan: I cannot believe this, I cannot believe the audacity of Orlando Cruze, if he thinks this is going to get him to a world title match.

Mayne: He’s sick of doing it your way Dan, he’s sick of taking the high road to the title. He wants that belt, and he’s prepared to do absolutely anything possible to get it.

The fans are booing loudly as Orlando steps back and forth across the ring, still holding the steel chair he just used to lay out Silencer and work over his ankle. He tosses down the steel mass as officials come around the ring to help Silencer from the outside, Cruze demanding a microphone from Kaily at ringside. As one is handed through the ropes to him he takes hold of it in fury and steps to the center of the ring.

Orlando: Desssoollllatttiiooonnn!! DESOLATION!! What do I have to do, who do I have to hurt before you grant me what’s rightfully mine? Before I’m awarded what belongs to me!?! A rematch for that World Heavyweight Championship!

Spit flies from the red features of Cruze, the veins in his temples doing a dance, throbbing from the surface of his tense flesh. He stares up the ramp, seeming to be waiting for a response while he marches back and forth.

Douglas: Just like at the end of 2006, Orlando looks to have absolutely snapped here ladies and gentlemen. He’s lost his mind.

Mayne: Yet he’s making perfect sense Dan. After the classic battle that Desolation and Orlando had at War of the Worlds, and the way that the Champion won that match, Cruze deserves a rematch.

Dan: Not saying he doesn’t, but the way he’s going about doing it is all wrong.

The dazed Silencer is assisted from the ring, his arms dropping over the shoulders of the concerned EMTs who immediately begin to help him towards the back. Silencer hobbles a bit while Cruze points over the ropes at him in anger.

Cruze: Do you see that? Do you see what I did to Silencer!?! There’s more pain than that coming your way Desolation, until you bring your ass out here and give me what the whole world knows is mine, the next shot at the World Heavyweight title. I’m not going to play by any rules, I’m not going to allow someone like AWOL to control my destiny. I shouldn’t have to win any Rumble Bash to get into any Weapon’s Lair match for the World title, I should be given what’s mine, and I should be given it right now without jumping through hoops. I did that for years before I was given a title shot, being told all the while to bide my time, to wait patiently and I’ll get an opportunity to become a four time World Champion. But that opportunity never came until I created my own opportunity by Rock Bottoming your pathetic ass in the center of this ring, Desolation. So if I have to create another opportunity by destroying everyone in this ring, and everyone who is close to you Desolation, then I’ll do it until I once again have that World Heavyweight title draped about my gorgeous waist!

Cruze is almost frothing at the mouth in both anticipation and fury as he approaches the ropes and leans against them. However, he doesn’t spot the figure who has slide into the ring behind him, the fans going nuts at the sight of none other than Nathan Creed. The Xtreme title belt is placed over his shoulder and a very disgusted expression resides on his face while he continues to stand just behind the Icon.

Mayne: Hey wait a minute, what the hell is Nathan Creed doing here?

Douglas: It looks like he’s got something in store for Orlando.

The furious Cruze steps back with the mic still in hand and his spine still facing Creed, unaware of his presence.

Orlando: You see, for once even these backstabbing fans are smart enough to agree with me. They know that I deserve a shot at the World title, that thus far you’ve done nothing more than try your best to duck me Desolation. But your attempts at keeping me away from the title aren’t going to pay off, because sooner, rather than later I will have what is mine!

Orlando finally turns around and spots Creed standing behind him. Before he has time to even react Nathan slaps him straight across the side of the face, the crowd reacting in shock as Cruze is knocked backwards from the blast straight into the ropes. The slap was so powerful it knocked the Icon through the cables and sent him spilling to the outside of the ring, landing feet first on the mats and backing up. He reaches for his jaw and places his hand to his cheek, appearing stunned by the slap, his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide with disbelief. Nathan is breathing deeply as he steps forward and grabs the microphone off the canvas that Cruze just dropped, raising it to his mouth. He doesn’t take his eyes off Orlando for one second though as Cruze rubs his jaw and shakes his head in bitter anger.

Nathan: Is this what it takes to get your attention Orlando? Do I have to come out here every week, just like on the last Annihilation and beat the shit out of you before you start listening to me? Before you get the fucking point?

Creed is pacing in anger while Orlando’s eyebrow raises from confusion.

Creed: You may think everyone’s out to get you Orlando, that everyone in the World is trying to deny you what you think is yours, but I’m not one of those people. I’m not trying to hold you back, I’m not trying to keep you from a World title match, all I’m trying to do is help you. I’m trying to get you back on the right path Cruze, the path that will lead you to the World title with some dignity, some class, some respect. Because what your doing now is devoid of all those things. If you just listen to me Cruze, if you go back to the man you use to be then maybe, maybe you’ll be able to look yourself in the mirror, and just possibly that reflection will behold you gripping the World title in the palm of your hand.......

Cruze tilts his head, thinking it over it seems when suddenly Jackson Adams rushes up behind Creed out of nowhere and blind sides him with a shot to the back with his hard cast covered arm. The crowd is screaming as Nathan is driven to the canvas by the shot, Devin Hawk also sliding into the ring as well. Both men immediately pounce on Creed, stomping away at him repeatedly.

Douglas: Nathan was just starting to get through to Orlando it seems and now the damn Alpha Generation attacks him!

Mayne: Nothing Creed says makes any sense, so I doubt he was actually getting through to Orlando, and I’m sure the AG were not at all respectful of this foolish little lecture.

Adams and Devin continue to stomp away at Nathan with Orlando watching from the end of the ramp. He seems conflicted over something, raising his hand to his jaw and stroking his chin. Creed gets to his knees, able to look up at Orlando and stick his hand out, calling for help it seems. The fans begin to cheer as Orlando looks back and forth at them, contemplating what he should do. Finally he begins to step towards the ring to a thunderous ovation.

Mayne: WHAT!?! Orlando is coming to Creed’s aid.

Douglas: I think Nathan finally got through to him.

Orlando gets to one knee on the apron, staring into the ring where Creed is being brutalized by the Alpha Generation. He begins to enter before dropping off the apron suddenly and turning towards the ramp with a huge grin on his face, shaking his head and laughing to himself a bit. The crowd appears irate as Orlando starts up the ramp, turning his back on Creed being beaten viciously in the ring.

Douglas: Dammit, Orlando is walking away from Creed, that no good son of a bitch, just when I thought he had come to his senses.

The crowd changes their tune suddenly when Isaac Saine bolts from the back, Livewire title in hand. He bumps shoulders with Cruze as he charges towards the ring, Orlando turning to watch him do so and still wearing a grin on his pompous face. Jackson and Devin turn to spot Isaac sliding into the ring and immediately high tail it. Hawk jumps over the top rope to the outside while Jackson rolls under the bottom one to the outside as well. Isaac turns in circles with the Livewire title gripped in hand, ready to smack anyone in the face with it who may approach. Both Devin and Jackson join side by side at the bottom of the ramp now, both men wearing large grins on their faces.

Douglas: Isaac coming to his brother’s aid against Jackson and Devin of the Alpha Generation, not allowing them to finish what they started with Creed.

Mayne: Oh they’ll finish it when they’re good and ready.

As Adams and Devin back up the ramp.....

I HOPE YOUR SATISFIED!!

Is screamed over the PA system to a huge eruption, General Manager AWOL strolling through the curtains and onto the stage. Everyone is pumped to see the GM who wears a discontent expression on his face, shaking his head back and forth while gripping a microphone in the palm of his hand. He lifts it quickly to his lips, giving no time for response by the angry Adams and Devin at the base of the ramp.

AWOL: Okay, this is the first show of 2007 and you Alpha Generation main event wannabes are already working my last nerve. Jackson, you want to get involved in matches, you want to attack my talent, then guess what? You can officially join Devin Hawk as his substitute tag team partner in the match against Nathan Creed and Isaac Saine....

Everyone in the arena goes nuts as Jackson immediately begins shaking his head and shouting no, pointing at his cast covered arm repeatedly. AWOL smirks and continues.

AWOL: And you can do so right now, because that match is starting, ring the damn bell!

AWOL points at the time keeper as the bell sounds, both Jackson and Devin turning in shock to stare at the ring where a grinning Nathan is kneeling against the ropes, holding the back of his head. Isaac nods his head excitedly as well, both men eager to get their hands on the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: This isn’t right, AWOL has no power to put an injured man in a match!!

Douglas: Rather he has the power or not, he just did it. Jackson will now be Devin’s partner, and that tag team match will start next!


COMMERCIAL BREAK



JACKSON ADAMS/DEVIN HAWK VS. NATHAN CREED/ISAAC SAINE


The crowd is anxious for this tag team affair to get underway, to see these two talents rip into one another. Jackson Adams shouts instructions to Devin Hawk on the interior of the squared circle, who is staring across at an upset Isaac Saine. Nathan is lying on the apron almost, holding the back of his head in tremendous pain as the bell sounds in the background. Isaac turns to face Nathan in the corner.

Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see, this match is officially getting underway here, referee Chester Princeton bringing an end to the madness.

Mayne: Nobody, not even AWOL controls the Alpha Generation, Dan. They couldn’t last year, and 2007 will certainly not be any different. They have risen from the ashes Dan!

With Isaac checking on his brother, Devin rushes straight across the ring with a double axehandle aimed at his back. Isaac turns in time to spot it, stepping out of the way and pushing Hawk forward into the turnbuckle. He strikes it chest first and stumbles back into Saine, who grabs his shoulder and spins him around, delivering a straight, vile chop to his chest. The crowd responds with a “woo” as Devin is taken hard to the canvas. He rolls over and darts to his feet only to be taken down with a brutal back elbow to the chest. That isn’t enough to keep Hawk grounded however, as he rushes to a standing base and walks right into a brutal lariat from Saine, taking him right back down to the canvas. The crowd is cheering wildly as Devin rolls to the outside of the ring immediately, appearing furious over what just happened. He steps towards the stairs and kicks them violently while Jackson drops to the outside. He approaches Devin with his arm limply placed over his chest, patting Hawk on the shoulder and pointing into the ring, demanding he get back in there to finish the job.

Devin, still appearing furious listens to Jackson and his words of advice before stepping towards the ring and turning away again. He begins to march around the squared circle with Isaac growing impatient on the inside, Jackson continuing to approach Devin, trying to get him rejuvenated for the impending match. Suddenly Isaac rolls to the outside of the ring now and rushes up behind Jackson, who turns to face him at the last second. He’s taken down violently with the lariat, sending him crashing to the mats spine first. Devin still has his back turned when Isaac steps up behind him and takes a hold of his hair and the back of his pants, turning him towards the ring and rolling him inside. Devin gets to the center of the squared circle with Isaac sliding in himself and just getting to his feet, bent forward when Hawk steps in and clamps on a side headlock. He squeezes his arms powerfully around the neck of Isaac, grinding his teeth throughout the process. Isaac slugs him to the side though and now pushes him off into the cables. Devin rushes into the ropes and turns, bouncing off them spine first and coming back in at Isaac. Saine steps forward and catches him around te neck now, going straight into the sleeper hold on Hawk. Devin slips downward though, and under the arm of Saine, getting behind his back and stepping forward into the side headlock once again. Hawk grins around at the fans, appearing very pleased with his actions as he squeezes the neck of Isaac hard within his massive arms.

Mayne: Hawk going to that side headlock with great frequency to wear Saine down.

Douglas: That he is, trying to keep this match at a slower pace.

Devin continues to squeeze at the neck of Isaac before he grabs one of the wrists of Hawk beneath his jaw and steps back. He pushes the wrist away in order to free his head, getting behind the back of Devin and turning his spine to face Hawk. He hooks both of his arms and drops to his knees, back sliding Devin quickly over onto the canvas across his shoulders.

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Devin rolls forward and out of the back slide attempt, ending up on his knees in front of Saine. Both men rush to their feet, Hawk being a little quicker as he turns and catches the bent forward Saine around the neck, locking in the side headlock yet again. He wears a devilish grin on his face while bending Isaac forward in this hold, Jackson standing up on the outside of the ring and shaking his shoulder repeatedly. He bends forward, with his arm still wrapped in the cast, shouting at Devin.

Adams: Break his fucking neck!

Devin nods while he once again squeezes at the neck of Isaac, Nathan clapping for Saine and finally regaining his senses after that attack. Without warning, Isaac frees his head by stepping back and then wrapping his arms around the waist of Devin, setting for what looks like a German suplex. Devin turns slightly with his body though and just reaches back with his arms, wrapping them around the bent over Isaac’s head, dragging it back down into the side headlock yet again. Devin falls sideways into a side headlock takedown, maintaining the submission hold with all of his upper body strength. His back is pressed to the sternum of Isaac, who reaches up and wraps his hand around Devin’s jaw, trying to push him over backwards while lifting his legs into the air. Devin reaches out and swipes the foot of Isaac away from his head, avoiding an attempt at the head scissors by the struggling Saine. But Isaac now uses this opportunity to wrap his legs around the arm of Devin that was reaching out to block the head scissors, pulling it over backwards while he hooks the other arm with one of his own before falling over sideways. He drags him over shoulders first into the ring with a crucifix.

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Devin kicks out, dropping over onto his knees then rushing to his feet, trying to beat Saine to the punch. He goes straight into the lariat at Isaac, who ducks it, getting behind Hawk and pushing him off into the cables. Devin hits them hard spine first and comes back in at Saine, who drops down to the canvas across his chest and stomach. The massive Hawk jumps over him and continues into the other set of cables, bouncing off and coming back in at Isaac, who springs into the air and plants him hard to the face with the dropkick. Devin is knocked down to the canvas after the crisp, surprisingly agile move from the large Isaac Saine. Devin rolls across the canvas, holding his jaw and looking surprised while he turns on his knees to face Jackson, sticking his hand out in his direction. Adams shockingly backs up a bit, motioning towards his sore shoulder and almost fractured forearm with a casket setting over it. The fans immediately respond with boos as Adams turns and shouts at them to shut up, Devin seeming to understand as he stands up holding his jaw and looking a little groggy.

As soon as he turns around though, Isaac meets him with a quick kick to the gut followed by a sharp right to the face. He connects with another, and then another before taking Devin by the wrist and backing his massive body up into the ropes. As soon as Hawk hits the cables, Isaac tries to whip him across the ring. Devin wraps his arm around the top rope though, avoiding such an attempt and infuriating Isaac, who chops him stiffly across the sternum. Hawk grimaces in anguish while Isaac tries the Irish whip once more, only for Devin to hold on tighter to the ropes, shaking his head as well. A furious Isaac now open hand chops him brutally across that massive sternum, causing further pain for Devin, his arm falling lose from the cable. Isaac takes hold of that arm and whips Devin across the ring only for Hawk to reverse it at the last second. He turns and immediately pulls Isaac forward, bending down and catching him stomach first against his shoulder. He spins him around and drives hard to the canvas with a spinebuster slam before rushing to his feet and stepping to his side, dropping quickly into the elbow to his sternum. The two collisions cause Isaac to flop like a surfaced fish for a few moments, turning away from Devin and staring at Nathan, looking for the tag.

Douglas: Two really big, high impact maneuvers by Devin Hawk, taking it to Isaac Saine thus far, who definitely needs that tag.

Mayne: He’s not going to make it, Isaac’s too hefty to carry that weight to his corner to make a tag, especially with the rejuvinated Alpha Generation bearing down on him.

Dan: Too hefty? You have no room to talk Billy, I mean, I saw you sweating while eating donuts earlier for crying out loud.

Isaac crawls towards his corner with Devin stepping in and blasting him over the back with a forearm, trying to keep him down before Jackson surprisingly sticks his hand out into the ring, looking for tag. Another harsh reaction is heard from the crowd as Devin approaches him and quickly slaps his hand. Adams slips through the ropes and rushes at Isaac, who has pushed himself painstakingly back into a crawling position. The vengeful Adams plants a quick elbow into his spine though, knocking Isaac to the canvas before rushing to his feet once more. He extends his leg and plants it across the back of Isaac’s head, causing him to once again flop on the canvas. Adams, who didn’t seem to want to get into the ring until Isaac was down, turns and grabs Saine by the hair, pushing him over onto his back and then taking hold of his throat, strangling him. The Livewire Champion’s legs kick while he gasps for air, Jackson leaning down hard into the throat of Isaac, really choking him while moving around frantically. He speaks in gibberish throughout the process while the referee steps in and starts a five count, reaching four before Adams finally takes his hand off the throat of his opponent. Jackson rises to his knees and shouts at the official before glaring down into Isaac’s eyes, staring straight at him.

Jackson: You stole my title you son of a bitch, just like your brother!

Adams slaps Isaac across the face before Saine reaches up and takes hold of his throat. Adams starts gagging, reaching for his throat while Saine sits up, a fearful glint in his eyes. The crowd is going nuts as both men reach their feet, Isaac forcing Adams to a standing base, who is desperately trying to knock the hand away from his throat. Isaac is glaring into his eyes, smoke almost shooting from the nostrils of Saine when Adams shoots his foot up into the groin of his rival. Saine bends forward, reaching for his testicles when Adams turns and stumbles towards Devin, tagging him in desperately. Adams takes hold of his arm and slips through the ropes while Hawk slides in quickly, wanting to make good on the weakened condition of the bent forward Saine. Isaac is hunched over reaching for his jewels when Devin charges in, only to be caught against the Champion’s shoulder. By standing quickly, Isaac hoisted Devin into the air, sending him crashing to the canvas with a huge back drop. Devin gripped his back but rolled over, rushing to his feet and then charging at Isaac, who is getting bearings straight. Saine steps forward and catches Devin coming in though, hoisting him up slightly into the air and then bringing him down groin first into his knee. The atomic drop causes Devin to begin hoping backwards, holding himself before Saine charges into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in. He catches Devin with a big STO, driving both men’s massive bodies into the canvas. The crowd erupts at the sight of both men being taken down so hard to the canvas, with Jackson and Nathan immediately leaning over the ropes and shouting at their respective tag team partners.

Dan: Isaac Saine with an explosive STO on Devin Hawk, he’s got him down and he needs to make the tag now!

Mayne: If he doesn’t, he’s in a lot of trouble here. Not that he wouldn’t be anyhow going up against the Alpha Generation.

Devin turns onto his side, shaking his head and looking to be slightly out of it while Isaac rises to his knees and stares across the ring at an anxious Nathan, who is just dying to get in there. He crawls forward across his knees slowly, trying to make his way to his tag team partner, beginning to stand up in fact to make the tag. Devin is still down, reeling from that combination he was struck with, leaving Isaac unopposed to make the tag when Jackson enters the ring and bolts across the squared circle. The fans immediately chime in with boos as Adams lariats Saine to the back of the head with his arm cast. The shot knocks Saine immediately down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, flopping up and down on the ring as a result of the tremendous blow from the hard cast. The ref steps in to demand Jackson leave the ring, but he doesn’t seem willing to as he stomps at the back of Saine’s head repeatedly. The crowd is irate before Adams finally backs away, starting to make his way towards his corner.

As soon as the official turns back towards Nathan though, Jackson rushes across the ring towards Saine once more and begins to stomp him to the back of the noggin repeatedly. The crowd boos even more harshly as the official forces Adams backwards and towards his corner, Devin finally regaining his senses. He steps towards the down Isaac quickly and plants a quick leg drop across the back of his head before rushing to his feet and delivering an elbow square to the back of the neck of the Livewire Champion. Saine flops a bit on the canvas while beginning to push himself up onto his knees. Devin scoots to his side and clamps his arms around his neck, beginning to twist at the head of the Champion, placing him in the neck cravat. Nathan slaps the turnbuckle repeatedly, demanding that Isaac get up, calling for his brother to fight through the pain. As Isaac begins to struggle, getting to his feet slowly but having his head twisted even more brutally the crowd rallies behind him.

Finally Saine gets to his feet while hunched over in the cravat by Devin, starting to fight out of it when Hawk unleashes a grunt and drops back, delivering a neck cravat suplex. Saine flips over sideways, being pulled by his neck and head into the suplex straight across his back violently on the canvas. Devin quickly crawls into the cover.

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Saine kicks out, upsetting both Adams and Hawk, who takes hold of Saine’s hair, dragging him up to his feet. Saine can barely stand when Devin chops him stiffly across the chest, causing him to spiral backwards into the corner. He falls into it back first with his arms dropping over the cables as Devin reaches out and tags in an eager Adams. Jackson slides through the ropes and with the help of Devin hoists Isaac up into the air, turning him upside down and interlocking his legs around the top turnbuckle cable. The crowd is shocked to see Isaac hanging upside down in the tree of woe as Adams stands in front of him, his legs spread out in front of the head of Saine. Devin immediately rushes across to the opposite corner and blasts Nathan to the face with a forearm shot knocking him down to the outside mats before turning around and bolting across the ring. Adams spreads his feet out a bit more as Devin delivers a dropkick between the legs of Jackson straight to the face of Isaac in the tree of woe. The entire arena is shocked by the brutal impact as Adams steps out of the way and calls for Devin to do something. With Isaac still in the tree of woe, Devin takes hold of the champ’s hair and pulls his upper body upward into the air. His legs are still tied in the tree of woe while his upper body is elevated into the air, to form almost a straight line with them, all the while Adams is climbing the turnbuckle from the outside. The crowd is standing as Jackson gets to his feet on the top rope, just over the legs of Isaac, taking a look out over the crowd. He grins before jumping high into the air now and delivering a double stomp straight to the chest of Saine while he was held up tied in the tree of woe.

Douglas: OH MY GOD! What a lethal combination of tag team moves by Devin Hawk and Jackson Adams, just taking it to Isaac Saine in this highly competitive battle!

Mayne: Highly competitive battle? Are you kidding me? Isaac’s been in there getting his ass handed to him for like the last five minutes.

Isaac falls out of the tree of woe, tumbling onto the canvas and looking completely out cold after that double stomp. The injured Adams scrambles into the pinfall, hooking his leg with desperation as Devin exits.

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The Livewire Champion kicks out to a huge ovation, sitting up on the canvas in a very dazed state. As soon as he does, Adams gets behind his back and clamps on the rear naked choke. He has his arms tightly locked about the throat of Saine, pulling back and forth on his head as violently as possible. The crowd slaps the barricade and shouts for Saine to fight through it, but he doesn’t seem to have much left in his tank, the air being really cut from his head by the furious, conniving Jackson Adams. JA grits his teeth with a grin as he digs in deep with the submission.

Billy: This is great, Adams personifying everything a wrestler should be, staying in there and winning even with an injury.

Douglas: Are you fucking kidding me? The man has cheated every twenty seconds, and who’s to say his injury is even legitimate?

Mayne: Me, and of course, myself.

Jackson really applies the hold with all of his strength when Saine begins to force himself upward. He tries to fight through the pain as Adams continues to hold in the rear naked choke, trying his best to keep it established. But nothing he seems to be able to do is keeping Saine down. The Livewire Champion finally rises to an upright base with Adams holding onto the submission with all of his energy, appearing furious that Saine is fighting through this. He shakes his head in disbelief, with the crowd going nuts as Saine reaches a full standing base, covered in a thick layer of sweat. Suddenly Saine turns sideways towards Adams and bends forward, freeing his head. He pulls Jackson forward into his shoulders, standing up and holding him in a fireman’s carry position, prepared to hit the DVD perhaps. Jackson knees Isaac to the side of the face though and slides off his groggy opponent’s shoulders, landing on his feet behind his back and then grabbing both of his arms. The fans start to scream as Jackson turns Saine around into position for the Unprettier. Saine drops back though and wraps his arms around the waist of Adams, pulling him in reverse into a roll up with Isaac ending up seated on the back of Jackson’s thighs.

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Jackson kicks out, launching Saine forward a bit as Adams rolls in reverse onto his feet then immediately charges forward. Isaac turns his side towards Adams and catches him coming in against his shoulders, standing up and spinning around before he plants Jackson into the canvas with the death valley driver. The entire arena is going nuts as Jackson is driven violently into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders, sitting up on the canvas with an extremely dazed glint in his eyes. Both Saine and Adams find themselves down now with everyone on their feet, cheering for the Livewire Champion to make the tag while he’s got the opportunity. Nathan is poised in his corner, leaning over the ropes with his arm stuck as far out as it can possibly reach. With the fans and his partner cheering his name, Isaac begins to stir, as does Adams. The Champion and the former title holder both turn towards their partners and begin to crawl with whatever strength remains in their body. Saine can barely force himself onward after all the brutality he has suffered while Adams appears equally as exhausted. Devin and Nathan are primed for a tag before Jackson dives forward and slaps the hand of Hawk, getting his partner into the match. He slides through the ropes and immediately rushes at Isaac who hops forward at the last second available and tags in Creed to a huge ovation. Nathan slides through the ropes and takes down a paused Devin with a quick running lariat. Hawk crashes into the canvas then rises to his feet quickly, turning towards Creed who catches the massive individual around the waist. The fans are shocked as Nathan drops back into a huge belly to belly suplex, flipping Devin over and sending him crashing across his back on the canvas.

Creed rolls over and rises to his feet, appearing all fired up while Adams gets to his feet in his corner behind him. Jackson slaps his cast and rushes forward, throwing a lariat at Nathan who turns and ducks it, getting behind the back of Adams. He quickly wraps his arms around the waist of Jackson, dropping back into a huge German suplex. The crowd is shocked as Nathan rolls to his knees and pulls his age old rival along with him, both men getting to a standing base before he drops in reverse with a second hard German suplex. They roll over once again with Adams reaching around for anything to try and fight this series of suplexes from Creed, who forces him up onto his feet with the waist lock still applied. Devin gets to his feet and rushes at both men now when Creed hunches over and forces Jackson to do the same. Both men catch Devin coming in as a result as Creed stands up and back drops him over onto the canvas. The crowd is going nuts as Devin hits the ring hard and rolls across the ring, Nathan keeping the waistlock on Adams applied before he drops in reverse, hitting a third German suplex.

Douglas: Nathan on fire in this match, he’s absolutely taking it to both Devin Hawk and Jackson Adams! Getting a small measure of revenge against the men who just attacked him a few moments ago.

Mayne: Come on Alpha Generation, remember how many times you’ve kicked his ass before, he’s nothing special.

Jackson flips over after the last German, landing straight on his knees with a very incoherent look in his eyes before he crashes face first into the canvas. Devin gets to his feet, using the ropes and leaning against them back first when Isaac charges across the ring and delivers a lariat to his throat, taking Hawk over the cables to the outside of the ring. Nathan shouts for Saine to do something now as he approaches their corner, hopping up onto it and sitting on the top rope. Isaac steps towards Adams and blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow before placing him in a front gantry and approaching his partner backwards. Isaac hoists the extremely dazed Adams into the air with a vertical suplex position before backing into Creed who reaches out and takes hold of both Jackson’s legs. Isaac rushes across the ring with Jackson hanging upside down off his partner’s shoulders. He bounces off the cables and comes back in before jumping forward into an absolutely brutal big boot to the face of the upside down Adams. Isaac falls onto his back throughout the process while Adams continues to hang upside down from Nathan, who sticks his legs out and puts them in front of the shoulders of the former Livewire Champion. The fans go nuts when Nathan jumps forward off the turnbuckle and connects with a styles clash on Jackson. The face of Adams is driven hard into the ring as Creed rolls over onto his posterior, pulling Adams over onto the back of his shoulders with the pinfall.

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Devin slides into the ring and drops a double axehandle to the back of Creed at the last second to break up the pinfall. The crowd is shocked at the sight of this while Devin gets to his feet and turns towards Saine, who has his back aimed in his direction. Devin rushes in with a big boot that Saine turns and spots at the last second, ducking out of the way of it. Hawk steps forward then turns around to face Saine, rushing at him again only to be caught across the chest and spun around into a huge sidewalk slam by the Livewire Champion. Hawk is driven hard into the canvas with Isaac rolling away from him onto his side, still appearing very dazed and confused. Nathan gets to his feet throughout the process and grabs the legs of Adams, lifting them into the air and tucking them under his arm pits, trying to turn him over now into the Courtesy Call to a huge ovation from the fans. Adams is fighting it to the best of his abilities though before he sits up and pulls down with his legs, catching Creed around the back of his head and dragging him down into a small package. Due to their closeness to the ropes, Adams is able to reach out with his ankles and interlock them around the middle rope, the crowd screaming as the official doesn’t spot it.

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Saine stands up and grabs the back of Jackson’s pants, pulling them over backwards and causing the small package to be reversed onto Adams, Creed having the pin now.

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Adams kicks out to boos from the sold out crowd. As soon as the Livewire Champion turns back around now, Devin rushes in unexpectedly and plants him with an incredibly stiff big boot square to the jaw, taking him off of his feet to the canvas below. He rolls under the ropes with Devin now in hot pursuit, sliding out himself, going after the Livewire Champion, who has risen to his knees on the outside mats. He pops Saine to the jaw with a forearm strike, then blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow before placing him in a front gantry. He seems to be setting up for the vertical suplex when Saine places his hands to his gut and pushes him off violently back first into the barricade. Devin strikes it hard when Isaac rushes in and lariats him over the barricade into the sea of humanity, both men spilling over into the crowd as a result.

Douglas: This match breaking down into all out insanity ladies and gentlemen, with all these personal grudges going on all at once.

Mayne: Isaac foolishly taking himself out in order to do the same to Devin with emotions running high here tonight.

Nathan and Jackson both rush to their feet, looking sluggish however when Adams immediately catches Creed to the gut with a boot. The shot knocks Creed over forward, holding his gut before Adams slaps his cast repeatedly and now rushes forward into a huge lariat. Suddenly Nathan ducks it though, getting behind his back and hooking both of his arms. The crowd erupts as Creed back slides Adams down to the canvas.

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The entire arena erupts into cheers at the sight of this, Jackson dropping onto his knees and looking speechless.

Douglas: Nathan caught Adams with a back slide, he’s won this match!

Mayne: And just like that, history repeats itself.

A furious Adams steps towards Creed and begins to slug him repeatedly to the face now while he remains in a kneeling base. Adasm now rushes backwards into the ropes, hitting them and beginning to come back in when Creed jumps into the air and plants him with a dropkick to the sternum. The shot knocks Adams backwards, spilling through the ropes and crashing to the mats, Nathan in hot pursuit.

Douglas: The three count may have been made, but this one is not over ladies and gentlemen.

Mayne: It’s never going to be over, not until one of these two are out of the ULW.

Dan: Or until they’ve killed one another in this feud that has lasted over a year now.

Jackson steps over the barricade with Creed still after him, desperately trying to get away from a furious Nathan. Adams pushes the fans aside with Nathan stepping up behind him and delivering a clubbing blow over his back, the Xtreme Champion not through with his rival. Jackson turns around when Creed chops him viciously across the chest, then grabs him by the bangs and begins to lob right fists into his forehead. The crowd clears out of the way, cheering loudly while Adams scurries through the raucous crowd. He’s trying to make his way through the exit tunnel amongst the stands, shoving fans aside throughout the process, when Nathan rushes up behind him and delivers a hard clubbing blow to his spine. They step under the balcony and towards the back when suddenly Too Magnificent rushes out from the backstage area and catches Creed with a stiff lariat to the throat, knocking him down to the concrete brutally. The fans are booing insanely loud as Too Magnificent now stands over Creed, laughing his ass off at the sight of him lying down on the ground, gasping for air as he reaches for his throat. Jackson turns back around and steps towards Creed, stomping down at the prone Nathan while Too Magnificent joins in the fun.

Douglas: Wait a minute, where the hell did Too Magnificent come from dammit!?!

Mayne: I don’t know, but he’s made quite the impact hasn’t he? Hahaha.

Too Magnificent and Jackson continue to stomp away at the down Nathan, who is barely moving now due to this onslaught from the Alpha Generation. The crowd is screaming as Too Mag makes a back handing motion in their direction, threatening to knock out anyone who tries to get involved. Jackson stomps Creed to the forehead once again before Too Mag steps in and takes Nathan around the neck, forcing him up onto his feet. Creed looks to be nothing but dead weight as Too Magnificent puts him in a full nelson, allowing Adams to repeatedly slug Nathan to the face and kick at his gut as well. He now motions for Too Magnificent to force Creed backstage with the crowd booing furiously. Too Magnificent drags Nathan to the backstage area now with Jackson Adams following and appearing furious.

Douglas: Wait a minute, where the hell is the Alpha Generation taking Nathan Creed!?!

Mayne: He’s victim number one tonight Dan, and believe me, there will be more, including the World Heavyweight Champion himself. God I love this first Annihilation of 2007 more and more as it progresses.


BROKEN ANKLES, AND BROKEN ALLIANCES


AHHH, GOD DAMMIT.....

Silencer groans in absolute agony as he sits on the trainer’s bench, reaching for his ankle which is elevated into the air by a stout EMT. A bag of ice is placed over it, while the EMTs fills on it lightly to see if he can find any broken bones, all the while further inciting the pain of Silencer. He falls back first against the plain white wall behind him, sliding his hands over his sweaty head and into his hair as the EMT continues to check on its condition.

EMT: I’m not sure there are any breaks, but I want to make sure we get an X-Ray done before I reach a proper diagnoses. I’ll have the ambulance show up so we can get you to the hospital.

Silencer: Fine, do it after the show....

The EMT looks up with a confused expression on his portly, chubby face.

EMT: After the show? We need to get you to the hospital now in case we need to set any broken bones here, there is the possibility of complications coming up as......

Silencer digs his fingers into the black shirt of the EMT, forcing him up from a kneeling base and dragging him in close to his irrational, irate features. Through a grit of his teeth, Silencer speaks.

Silencer: Your not hearing me. I said wait till after the show.....

The number one contender’s face is absolutely trembling with anger, his features becoming a bright red hue as the EMT steps back slowly. He finally nods as if understanding.

EMT: Okay, okay, we can wait till after the show is over, but I need you to keep your ankle propped up, and for you to stay off it.....

Silencer: No can do, I’ve got shit to take care of tonight, now tape it up!

EMT: You can’t be serious.

Silencer: TAPE IT UP DAMMIT!

Silencer looks ready to implode as the EMT’s shoulders sink, going to his bag to find the ace wrap. All the while Silencer returns his attention to his ankle, keeping it elevated and pulling the bag of ice away, revealing the bruises that have already collected around it. He grimaces with pain throughout the process.

Jeez, you can’t stay out of trouble, can you?

A huge reaction consisting of cheers come from the fans as Desolation steps into the camera’s frame, the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and a confused expression on his face. Silencer glances up at Desolation, who is wearing a smug grin on his face. The expression given by Silencer is quite the contrary, appearing rather spiteful.

Silencer: You know, it’s kind of hard to stay out of trouble when you have to fight other people’s battles for them.

Desolation acts taken aback, blinking his eyes repeatedly while he fixes the title over his shoulder.

Desolation: I hope your not alluding to me being frightened to take care of Orlando myself. As I’ve dealt with him on so many different occasions that the whole affair has gotten more redundant than Orlando’s promos. So please, don’t go there Silencer, as I came back here to see how you were doing, not make an ass out of you. After all, there will be plenty of time for that at the Rumble Bash, when we square off.....(sighs).....again.

Silencer grins for a second, blocking out his pain momentarily.

Silencer: You know Desolation, if you do something right the first time, then there’s no reason to do it again. And since you didn’t finish the job correctly with Orlando, tonight I’ve not only paid for your mistakes, but I’ll be fixing them too.

Desolation and Silencer both fall quiet, the two exchanging a long stare down with one another, a very intense one at that. They continue to not take their eyes off of one another, Silencer completely blocking the pain in his ankle while he eyes the World Heavyweight Champion. Finally after several seconds, Desolation glances down at his watch then back at Silencer.

Desolation: How long are we suppose to keep staring at each other? Because this has gotten real boring, real fast.

Desolation buddy, Desolation....

The World Champion turns away from Silencer finally as he rolls hie eyes, none other than Crazy Eddie rushing into the camera's frame with the Hillbilly title over his shoulder. He looks around all exasperated, looking nervous, yet excited. Desolation stares up at the ceiling, rolling his eyes still in agitation.

Desolation: Yes, Eddie?

Eddie: Listen man, I hold your opinion in really high esteem, so I need you to tell me what to do here. I have a match against Aurora Rose next, and I don't know why, and I don't know how, but for some strange reason I had a dream about Aurora last night. Somethin bout bein bat shit crazy just turns me on.

Desolation: Oookay.

Eddie: So I just need to know what I should do to get in her pants. Since your such a ladies man, you should know right?

Silencer watches all of this with a very confused expression on his face, shaking his head as the EMT continues to wrap his ankle is ace wrap. Desolation stares at Eddie before a smirk comes over his face.

Desolation: Okay, Eddie, I'll give you some pimp advice. Which should let you know how serious I am, since I just used the word "pimp" which is outlawed from my dialogue. All you have to do is be an asshole. Girls, especially ladies like Aurora, enjoy being treated like shit. So be straight up with her. Don't beat around the bush, hahaha, go out there and do things like a man. Here.....

Desolation reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and opening it before remvoing a condom which he hands to Eddie. Crazy glares at the condom as if it were some holy scripture, a priceless antique, carefully pulling it into his chest, just over his heart.

Desolation: Take that to the ring and enjoy champ. Oh, and if that doesn't work, and I'm sure Aurora is this type of woman, just slide this to her, and it should take care of the problem.

Desolation removes a bundle of dollar bills and slaps it into Eddie's palm. He glares at the money and the condom, looking to be becoming excited. Desolation pats him on the back and marches around him, realizing the disaster he just set his biggest fan up for.


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CRAZY EDDIE MITCHELL VS. AURORA ROSE


Aurora Rose walks out to Red and Black lights. She walks/jogs to the ring. She enters the ring by doing a split(via Melina). She pauses with the spit on the apron for a second before she pulls herself up by grabbing the top rope and the flipping over the top rope backwards to enter.

Dan: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, glad to see your still with us after everything that has gone down tonight.

Mayne: I’ve never been apart of a more crazy event, Dan.

Douglas: It’s about to get a lot, lot more Crazy, especially with Aurora Rose about to battle, Crazy Eddie Mitchell.

The lights dim as some slap bass roars forth from the ULW speakers. Primus' "My Name Is Mud" fills the arena as Crazy Eddie Mitchell steps out from the backstage area, the Hillbilly title draped over his shoulder. Crazy Eddie hoists the Mitchell family trademark brick into the air, receiving a smattering of cheers and boos from the surrounding audience. He strides boldly to ringside. Eddie rolls into the ring, standing up and pointing at his gold medal. He takes it off, kissing it and kneeling reverently in the corner, before turning back to the ring and warming up to face his opponent.

Douglas: And here is the master of the special Olympics, the Anarchy, oh sorry, Hillbilly champion, and perhaps the biggest Desolation fan in the world.

Mayne: Don’t ask me how he got any of those titles.

Crazy Eddie stands across from Aurora, both individuals giving each other a long hard stare. The fans can feel the electricity in the air, realizing that their about to witness this intense one on one match between two bright up and comers in the ULW. Before the bell can sound, Eddie now removes the condom given to him by Desolation, sticking it out and marching right up to Rose. Aurora stares at the condom and Eddie before slapping him hard across the side of the face. The crowd laughs loudly while Eddie drops the condom and staggers backwards from the blow, rubbing his cheek. The bell finally sounds as both individuals begin to circle one another, looking for some type of opening. Aurora calls him forward quickly as Eddie replies by jumping to the center of the ring energetically and extending his arms out. Aurora quickly side steps him, tricking him into lunging forward. She grabs his arm and twists it around as she steps under it. She now grips him by the wrist as Crazy Eddie bends forward, trying to block the pain in his arm as he finds himself in a textbook arm ringer. Finally he throws his arm in the direction of Aurora who ducks under it while reaching out with her legs. She wraps them around the ankle of Eddie, drop toe holding him face first onto the canvas. Aurora rises to her feet as fast as she can, reaching out and grabbing the leg of Eddie and beginning to lift it into the air as she rolls him onto his back. Eddie fights with all of his strength, forcing himself backwards across the canvas. He reaches out and grabs the ropes as Aurora tries her best to pull him back to the center of the ring. The referee steps in however, telling her to break the hold. Aurora reluctantly does as Eddie keeps kicking at her, official Ingelson turning his back and stepping in the way as he is accidently kicked straight in the posterior. The shot knocks Ingelson forward as he stares down at Eddie, who is bitting his teeth and pointing at Aurora, as if somehow her foot magically found its way around Ingelson’s body into his posterior. He pulls himself up the ropes, reaching his feet and still gripping the top rope. Aurora rushes in with incredible speed when Crazy Eddie drops down to the canvas, pulling down the rope and low bridging her. She spills over the ropes and smacks off the apron back first, landing on her feet upon the mats. She grabs her spine and steps away from the ring before turning around with a very angry expression on her face. Eddie grabs the top rope and pulls himself over for a crossbody when Aurora drops down to the mats on her stomach, causing Crazy Eddie to have change things up in mid air. In turn he lands feet first on the apron with his back aimed towards Aurora who has risen to a standing base. She reaches out and grabs the ankles of Eddie, pulling them off the apron and causing Crazy Eddie to crash face first into the apron. He smacks off hard, turning with a very dazed expression on his face as he begins to shadow box everything in sight. Aurora stands back with a confused expression on her face as the dazed Eddie makes his way towards a female fan in the front row. He reaches out and grabs her by the hair before placing her in a side headlock. The slender female fan is screaming loudly as she tries to fight free from Eddie’s grasp. Obviously he thinks it’s Aurora Rose in his dazed state. He finally breaks it once he looks down at the hair color, turning to face the young woman who slaps him hard across the side of the face, knocking him onto his back.

Dan: Some quick back and forth action here, with Aurora Rose coming out on top here in the early goings.

Billy: Of course she’s got the advantage, Eddie’s out there acting like a jackass.

Aurora jumps onto the apron and begins to step towards the turnbuckle while the fans plead with Eddie to get up. She gets to the top rope and stares down at Eddie who has risen to his feet holding his jaw in pain. Just as she begins to jump off Eddie slides under the ropes back into the ring, causing her to rethink her game plan. Crazy Eddie gets to his feet on the inside and immediately turns towards Aurora who jumps off, diving through the air and landing with her legs wrapped around the neck of Crazy Eddie. She sets up for the hurricarana, dropping in reverse when Crazy Eddie holds on keeping his feet planted on the canvas. He suddenly pulls Aurora back up onto his shoulders. She immediately begins to rain down upon his face with hard right hands, causing him to stumble backwards. Aurora quickly drops in reverse once again, setting up for the hurricarana for a second time. Suddenly Eddie grabs the legs of Aurora and begins to step over her back, locking in the liontamer. The fans have a mixed reaction, some of the fans chanting for Aurora to get out of this hold in what has been a fast paced contest thus far.

Aurora pushes herself up onto her elbows, shouting in pain, absolutely shocked that she was just placed in the liontamer already. Finally she begins to pull herself across the ring with all of her strength, dragging a desperate Eddie with her. She gets within arms length, reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope. Crazy Eddie begins to shout in anger as he releases her legs immediately and steps to the center of the ring. Aurora grabs her back, beginning to push her way her feet. She gets one knee on the canvas when Crazy Eddie steps in and places his arm across the back of her neck, pushing her throat first into the ropes and choking her against it. The referee steps in and begins to make a four count before Crazy Eddie breaks the choke and then places his knee to the back of her head this time. Aurora gasps for air, being choked once again. The referee is about to start another five count when Eddie breaks his knee away and grabs Aurora by the hair. He pulls her to her feet, remaining behind her and then shoves her forward into the ropes. As Aurora bounces off chest first and comes back in Eddie drives an elbow into her spine. Aurora unleashes a roar of pain, reaching for her back when Eddie places his hands to her shoulder. He quickly shoves her forward into the ropes once again. She bounces off and stumbles in reverse into Crazy Eddie who bends forward and places his shoulder to her spine, quickly standing up. Aurora suddenly floats over and lands on her feet behind his back, shocking Crazy Eddie who swings around to face her. Aurora steps in and connects with a hard kick right to his knee, causing Crazy Eddie to shout in pain and drop down to the canvas across his stomach and chest. He immediately grabs his knee and unleashes a roar of pain. Aurora steps in and grabs him by the ankle as Eddie shakes his head no. He is begging her not to go after his knee, reaching into his pocket now and grabbing out a few dollar bills, trying to bribe her it seems as he holds them up in the direction of Rose.

Aurora gives him a very confused glare before Eddie snaps his fingers and leans forward, stuffing the dollar bills down into the front of her tights. Aurora looks furious however as she places his leg over the middle rope and immediately steps up onto the second rope around it. She springs off of the ropes and jumps high into the air before coming down posterior first onto the knee of Crazy Eddie. Eddie shouts in agony as he pulls his leg off the rope and wraps his arms around his knee. Aurora doesn’t give him any time to rest though, immediately grabbing his ankle and then dropping down to the canvas. He drags him across the ring as she slides to the outside, landing feet first on the mats. She quickly pulls Eddie’s leg into the air and slams him across the back of his knee across the apron, causing Crazy Eddie to sit up shaking his head. He tries to block out the sheer pain as Aurora keeps a grasp on his ankle, dragging him across the ring towards the exposed steel turnbuckle. She steps around behind the corner and drags Eddie’s battered leg onto the apron beside it. She begins to pull his leg into the ring post when Crazy Eddie starts to fight unexpectedly. He suddenly pulls his leg inward, dragging Aurora face first into the ringpost. Rose slaps into the steel hard and then bounces off, dropping onto the mats across her back.

Douglas: Aurora working on the knee of Eddie pretty soundly up till that point.

Billy: I don’t think she saw that coming, just like Eddie’s half brain idea that she’s a stripper.

Aurora grabs her jaw and then rolls over onto her hands and knees. She shakes her head, trying to get the cob webs out as Eddie pulls himself to the center of the ring, gripping his knee tightly as he tries to remove the knee brace around it. Aurora gets to her feet and then quickly slides in. She gets to her feet, her eyes forming a target around Eddie’s knee. She steps in and grabs his ankle, Eddie shouting a number of derogatory comments at her. She bends over to place him in a submission when Crazy Eddie drags her down into a small package.

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Aurora gets her shoulders up. Once again both individuals try to beat the other to a standing position. Aurora stands up first and throws her fist at the face of the bent forward Crazy Eddie who is able to duck even further and step under it. He gets behind Aurora’s back who spins around to face him and gets a shoulder buried deeply into her gut. Crazy Eddie quickly drops in reverse, connecting with a picture perfect northern lights suplex.

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Aurora wraps her arm around the neck of Eddie and then rolls onto her knees, pulling Crazy Eddie with her into a front facelock submission hold. Eddie immediately pushes himself upwards, blocking out the pain from his knee. Aurora keeps him bent forward in the front facelock when Crazy Eddie suddenly charges her across the ring, driving her back first into the turnbuckle. Aurora shouts in pain after the vicious collision. Eddie takes a few steps in reverse as Aurora steps forward grabbing her lower back. While she is in pain in the corner, Eddie places his hands over the back of his head and begins to swing his hips repeatedly, several female fans actually hooting in his direction. Eddie’s face fills with a childish grin as he stares out towards the fans and gives them a thumbs up. Aurora comes out of the corner as Crazy Eddie lifts her up into the air in a scoop slam position when Aurora floats over, landing on her feet behind his back. Crazy Eddie is a bit stunned as Aurora charges across the ring behind him and bounces off the ropes. She rushes back in with a head full of steam when Crazy Eddie spins around quickly and catches her under the posterior and around the shoulder, swinging around into a violent powerslam. He falls into the cover in the process, hooking her leg.

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Aurora gets her shoulder off of the canvas all of a sudden while the crowd begins to put their hands together at the sight of this. Eddie gets onto his knees, immediately glaring into the face of Rose, very unnerved, incredibly agitated. He bends forward and takes the side of his wrist, covered in tape and burying it to the forehead of Rose. He begins to rub his wrist back and forth across the face of Aurora, tearing it up as the crowd has another mixed reaction at the sight of this cheating. The official, Ingelson, steps in and demands he stops this, starting a five count before Eddie takes his wrist away from Aurora’s forehead and then wraps both of his hands around her throat. He begins to push down on her throat, strangling her with a demonic look in his eyes. Ingelson steps in demanding that he break up this illegal choke as well, grabbing his arm and physically dragging him backwards. Crazy Eddie stands up and then gets into the official’s face, shouting something.

Eddie: But she didn’t give me the safe word yet.

Ingelson admonishes Crazy Eddie who steps towards Aurora rather quickly, who has rolled over onto her side. He springs into the air and comes down knee first directly into the kidneys of Rose, the crowd groaning at the sight of the impact.

Douglas: It appears that Crazy Eddie has taken control of this contest against Aurora Rose, beginning to target her lower back.

Billy: Very good strategy, everyone knows that women have weak lower backs, it’s why they can’t do actual manual labor.

Dan: Billy, the 1950's called, they want their ideologies back.

Aurora screams in horrific pain, the back of her hand placed to her lower spine. Crazy Eddie stands up and steps towards her, hobbling a bit on the leg she targeted as he grabs her by the hair. He drags Aurora to her feet as quickly as he can and then drags her into a front facelock, in the process grabbing her by the back of the tights. Eddie quickly lifts Aurora into the air, holding her upside down in a stalling vertical suplex position for several seconds, his knee seemingly hurting him in the process. Eddie suddenly drops back, suplexing her viciously across the canvas. Aurora sits up, grinding her teeth, yet refusing to give in as Eddie stands up and steps behind her. He quickly rushes in and kicks her hard to the back in a punt kick like style. Aurora’s face fills with disbelief as she squeezes her nails into the palm of her hands. Eddie now drops down to the canvas, burying his knee to her back and in the process locking her up in a full nelson hold. Aurora’s screams can be heard throughout the arena, the crowd feeling her pain, knowing that her back has to be in ungodly pain. Aurora refuses to give in though, beginning to push herself upwards while still being held in the full nelson. Crazy Eddie is surprised as he is forced to take his knee away from Aurora’s back while she continues her accent to a standing position. Eddie tries to keep the full nelson applied with all of his strength when Aurora suddenly reaches back with her legs and wraps it around the back of Adam’s leg. Eddie tries his best to fight it, but it’s not enough to keep Rose from using this base in order to pull herself around behind the back of Crazy Eddie. She gets behind him and reverses the full nelson immediately to a huge reaction from the crowd. Crazy Eddie cannot believe that he has found himself in this submission before he drops down, sliding his arms free from Rose and in the process trying to wrap his legs around the waist of Rose. He does so, pulling Aurora over onto the canvas into a forward roll, holding her in a pinning predicament.

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Crazy Eddie remains seated on the chest of Rose, holding on the back of her legs when she suddenly rolls over sideways. She pulls Eddie over in the same direction, ending up with him being spread across his chest and stomach, Rose rolling onto her feet and holding onto the legs of Crazy Eddie. She steps over the one she hit with that dropkick and pulls it up into the single Boston Leg Crab. Eddie buries his fist into the canvas and pushes himself up, shouting in horrible pain as he’s placed in the submission hold. Fortunately enough though, he finds himself within inches of the ropes, reaching out for them in desperation. Finally he wraps his hand around the bottom one, causing Aurora’s heart to sink perhaps as the ref steps into her face, demanding she break the hold. After a four count she does break the hold, stumbling forward and grabbing her lower back. Eddie pulls himself up in the process, looking to be in severe pain as he plants his feet on the canvas, reaching down for his knee. Aurora steps in and gives him a hard buzzsaw like kick right to the back of his leg, connecting to his thigh. Crazy Eddie unleashes a roar of pain, jumping up and down, unable to place much pressure on his knee. Aurora steps behind his back and then charges forward across the ring. She drops down quickly and clips the back of Crazy Eddie’s leg with her shoulder. Eddie falls in reverse onto the canvas, grabbing his knee and shouting in pain.

Dan: This has really turned into an interesting predicament here in this match. Aurora is targeting the leg of Crazy Eddie, which was assaulted at the hands of Desolation earlier in the night during that horrendous gimmick infringement.

Billy: I haven’t seen Aurora this vicious and technical in quite a long duration of time, not since what she did to Alex Jr at Equilibrium.

Eddie continues to lie on the canvas, rolling onto his side and gripping his knee. Aurora stands up with sweat dripping down her face. She steps towards his leg and grabs a hold of his ankle when Crazy Eddie rolls onto his back, getting his foot up and placing it to her chest, kicking at her several times before finally pushing her off backwards into the ropes. Rose hits them back first, wrapping her arms around the top rope in order to keep from coming back in. Eddie rolls over backwards, straight onto his feet as he continues to favor his knee in tremendous pain. Rose charges at him immediately and turns around backwards, jumping into the air as she extends her legs outward. She wraps them around the waist of Eddie, who interlocks his arms around her thighs as Rose keeps both of her hands planted on the canvas, her body leaning diagonally downward into them. Eddie lifts her up into a wheel barrow suplex attempt, but as Rose gets up to his chest, she falls forward, hanging upside down from his chest as she interlocks her legs around it. She unclamps her thighs from about the waist of Eddie though and as she hangs upside down, wraps her arms around her ankle, placing her legs around his thigh placing him in a grapevine, ankle lock submission hold. Aurora also places him in an ankle lock with both her arms, only placing further damage on Eddie’s leg who pushes himself upwards and then drops onto his chest and the side of his face, shouting as loud as he can as the hold continues to be locked in tightly. The fans are going nuts.

Billy: Oh no, this is not good, Crazy Eddie’ leg being targeted by Rose once again.

Douglas: For once you actually said something smart Billy. Crazy Eddie’s leg has been worked over the majority of this match so I say it’s a safe assumption that we might be seeing the conclusion of this contest right here and right now.

Aurora really squeezes the leg of Eddie with all of her strength, almost trying to snap it seems. Crazy Eddie continues to lie across his stomach with sweat flowing from his face in buckets. Finally he pushes himself up onto his fist, refusing to go down without a fight, without making it difficult on Aurora Rose. Some of the fans have started an “Eddie” chant as he begins to scrape and claw his way across the ring, trying his best to pull Aurora with him. He almost finds the pain insurmountable yet continues onward towards the ropes. They are now within arms length as he reaches out with all of his strength and grabs a hold of one, dropping onto his chest and breathing deeply, completely wore out. The referee bends over to get into Aurora’s face, demanding that she break the hold, yet she refuses at first. He reaches a count of 4, causing her to break the hold. She rolls onto her side, absolutely perplexed over why Crazy Eddie didn’t tap out. Yet she begrudgingly works her way to a standing position.

Dan: Eddie making it to those ropes before his ankle was broken in the hands of this determined young Aurora Rose.

Mayne: That would be the second ankle injury we’ve seen tonight.

Aurora begins to step in straight towards Eddie, grabbing him around the neck and backing him up towards the center of the ring before pointing at the cables, preparing for the Sinful Deeds (Stratusfaction). Some of the fans put their hands together as she begins to rush forward only for some strange music to hit the PA system without warning. The opening riffs of "Hell is High" play through the arena as all the lights black out except for several strobes. As smoke comes out the entranceway, a slim woman emerges. She stops and looks back towards the entranceway as a backlit figure emerges. The front spotlight comes on to light up his face.

Douglas: What in the hell is this? Who is this guy interrupting the match?

Mayne: I haven’t got a clue, who the hell is it?

Aurora has frozen in the ring as this mysterious gentlemen marches towards her, microphone clutched in hand, still joined by the lovely young woman at his side. The young woman hops onto the apron now, glaring at Aurora, who is still confused. Suddenly Eddie drops down out of her side headlock and catches Aurora by the back of the tights, rolling her over into the school boy.

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The entire arena explodes into a wave of shock at the sight of this as Aurora kicks out a second too late, looking around while she gets onto her knees in disbelief. Eddie quickly crawls across the ring into a corner, being handed his Anarchy title belt through the ropes by the time keeper. He pulls it in close to his body. The tall, shadowy apparition slips through the ropes into the ring, staring straight at the down Aurora.

Douglas: Rose distracted by this mysterious individual who just came out here, allowing Eddie to get the win.

Mayne: What is going on here?

The figure lifts the microphone to his lips.

Do you see this Helaina, well do you?

He turns with a foul expression to face the woman who accompanied him, motioning towards Aurora and Eddie.

People like these, matches like this, are why it’s so prudent of us to make our debuts now. If this lackluster company ever wishes to go on existing, they need people like me, John Toretto, and ladies with class like Helaina. Not cheap sluts who can’t even wrestle, like this bimbo right here, and mid-card comedy acts that nobody finds funny.

The fans boo rather loudly while Toretto fixes his suit a bit, Aurora beginning to get to her feet, looking outraged by these claims, and still tired from her match.

John: We’ve come here tonight, we’ve arrived in the ULW for this sole reason, this sole purpose, to save this company from itself. To provide them with real talent, a real star, a wrestler who people can look up to and adore, not live in shame of being forced to support. Changes must be made to the ULW, and those changes start right now!

Toretto steps forward and blasts an unsuspecting Aurora right to the forehead with the microphone, taking her down to the canvas with the crowd screaming in anger. Eddie rushes out of the corner now, and jumps straight at Toretto who catches him across his chest. He now throws Eddie up into the air and on top of his shoulders before swinging him around into a TKO diamond cutter. The skull of Eddie is driven hard into his shoulder while Toretto gets onto his knees and stands up slowly, fixing his suit. Helaina stands up, clapping her hands and looking proud of Toretto’s accomplishments.

Douglas: What in the hell is going on here tonight? This John Toretto guy has just debuted by laying out two of our superstars. What an ego maniacal son of a bitch he is.

Mayne: I kind of like him.

Dan: Oh, would you stop for the love of God? Your shameless support of assholes has worked my last nerve.

Toretto adjusts the knot in his tie before sliding through the ropes and dropping to the mats, not even turning to take one last look at the ring. He marches up the ramp with Helaina following, a smirk on her face. Eddie and Aurora aren’t moving in the ring after this attack by the arrogant newcomer. Suddenly, even more oddly the Cars’ “Let the Good Times Roll” hits the PA system now, causing an equally as confused reaction from the fans. From the curtains now strides none other than Jason Takashi. Toretto stops on the stage and stares at Takashi as he makes his way down the ramp, dancing to the music that’s playing with the Good Times title draped over his shoulder.

Dan: What in the hell!?! It’s Jason Takashi! What is he doing out here now? I heard he had been signed by the ULW, but why must everyone crawl out of the woodworks now to make a splash?

Mayne: This night keeps getting weirder, and weirder as we speak.

Takashi stops at the bottom of the ramp, strutting his stuff and extending his hand out towards the fans, pointing at his adoring supporters. They just seem confused however, as to rather they should cheer this unusual gentlemen, or boo him viciously. Takashi looks at the rafters and grins while shaking his head and continuing to dance towards the ring. Toretto stands on the stage and backs towards the curtains, appearing befuddled by all of this. Takashi turns and slides under the ropes now, doing the Charleston across the canvas in the direction of the microphone that was dropped by Toretto. He bends down and grabs the mic off the canvas, raising it slowly to his lips while he turns in circles, looking out over the fans with a smug expression on his face.

He continues to hold the mic up to his lips, listening to the mixed reaction he’s receiving, staring around at the crowd all the while before he glances over his shoulder at the down Eddie. He now turns and dives across the ring, landing on top of Eddie and dropping the microphone as he hooks the leg of the holder of the Hillbilly title. He motions for Ingelson to drop and make the count with the crowd screaming. The official falls and slaps the canvas.

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The entire arena goes nuts as Takashi jumps straight onto his feet, grabbing the Anarchy title off of Eddie’s down body and thrusting it into the air. His entrance music hits the PA system once again while he dances from the ring with the title belt in hand.

Mayne: What just happened!?! Takashi came out here to give a speech it seems about his debut, and instead he pins Crazy Eddie Mitchell for the Hillbilly/Anarchy title. This is almost too confusing to follow.

Dan: Well, actions speak louder than words I guess.

Takashi drops off the apron and backs up the ramp, holding both his Good Times and newly acquired Anarchy title in the air. He has a big goofy grin on his face as he waltzes in reverse up the ramp, the fans still giving him a mixed reaction.


ANOTHER VICTIM


The crowd is booing furiously as the camera opens on Nathan Creed’s battered body being thrown side first into a loading bay door. The metal shakes upon impact with Creed’s frame, which he bounces off of and tumbles to the concrete below. His head is now busted open and sweat is racing down his features after the grueling match he was just involved in and now this beat down. The culprits of the attack now step into the camera’s frame, Too Magnificent and Devin Hawk stepping in as they stomp away at Nathan repeatedly. Ryan Mills also steps into the scene as well, stomping downward at Nathan, the Alpha Generation trio really working over Creed.

JA: That’s right, kick his ass, kick his fucking ass!

The crowd becomes even more vindictive as Jackson Adams steps into the camera’s frame, arm in brace and body drenched in sweat. He bends forward, shouting downward at Creed repeatedly while Devin grabs Nathan around the arms and pulls him up onto his knees. Ryan steps in and begins to blast him to the forehead with hard closed fist shots and now commences to stomp at his sternum again, and again. Creed looks defenseless as the injured Adams continues to bark out orders.

Jackson: Throw his ass in the truck, now, come on!

Too Magnificent steps towards the loading bay door and grabs the chain beside it, pulling it and raising the item slowly into the air. This reveals a battered Bitchcakes McPhee lying inside of the bed of the semi he was thrown into a few moments ago. He is still busted open and looking absolutely battered and exhausted, feeling the effects of the assault at both the hands of the Alpha Generation, and Hells Angels.

Ryan: We got you a new little friend, Bitchcakes!

Ryan chuckles as he and Devin take hold of the back of Creed’s head and his tights, throwing him into the trailer of the semi truck. The exhausted, defenseless Creed crashes onto the floor of the trailer and rolls across it, ending up only a few inches away from the seated, bloodied Bitchcakes. The Alpha Generation now pull the loading bay door shut, trapping both men inside the trailer once again. They back up laughing slowly.

Devin: Well, that’s two down, four more to go.

Jackson pats Devin on the shoulder, appearing humored by his comment.

Jackson: This night is only beginning to get fun boys.

The four gentlemen have a hardy laugh before backing away from the door slowly.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



STANDING TOGETHER, AND RIPPING APART


The crowd unleashes a very loud reaction that echoes throughout the backstage corridors, as once again the camera’s focus is upon none other than Desolation. The World Heavyweight title glistens over his shoulder while he stares forward rather apathetically, a yawn escaping his mouth. The camera pans out a bit to show that he is located in a rather dull dressing room, with no real color scheme on the barren white walls. But his boredom seems to be derived from something else, the presence of a gabby Hurse, and an equally as gabby Robin Brooks, both standing over him and talking with urgency.

Hurse: Listen Desolation, I know you don’t play very well with others.....

Desolation: Have you been speaking to my kindergarten teacher? I swear that Optimus Prime action figure was mine, and when that fat kid put his hands on it I had every right to give him a Death Valley Driver through that plastic kiddie table.

Hurse’s eyebrow raises while he glances at Brooks, who just shrugs her shoulders in confusion.

Hurse: Yeah, anyway, transformer action figures aside for a second, we desperately need your help Desolation. I mean, you’ve seen what the Alpha Generation have done tonight, to Bitchcakes, and what plans they have for the rest of us.

Desolation: Haha, hold on a second, hold on a second. Let me try to grasp this concept. Are you guys actually scared of the Alpha Generation?

Desolation tries to hold back from bursting into laughter at the prospect while Hurse’s shoulders sink, the Submission Champion shaking his head repeatedly.

Robin: We’re not afraid of anyone Desolation, but we’re using logic here. They have the numbers game right now, and with their gorilla warfare tactics of attacking us from behind, we all need to be watching each other’s backs. We’re all targets here.

Hurse: Yeah, Desolation, just think about it man. We’ve got a better chance of surviving the night if we stick together. Otherwise, we’re sitting ducks. I mean, at the Icon finals, we had your back, the least you can do is have ours now.

With a smug grin on his face, Desolation rises to his feet, stepping up to stare into Hurse’s eyes.

Desolation: And here I thought you were just being a little sweetheart coming out to support me at those Icon finals a couple weeks ago, but now I hear that you want something in return? Why don’t you rip my heart out of my chest and just defecate all over it already?

Brooks: Desolation, this isn’t a joke.

Desolation: Ha, of course it is. It’s one big gag. The Alpha Generation’s a joke, and so to is the assumption that I would need anyone to watch my back. Especially the likes of you....

Desolation stares straight into the face of Hurse, who forms a half grin while he rubs at his jaw, tension filling the air.

Desolation: I don’t need help, and I don’t need others to solve my problems for me. If the Alpha Generation should happen to be stupid enough to come after me once again, seeing as I pretty much squashed them all last year, then I’ll begrudgingly deal with them yet again. And I’ll do it the right way this time, on my own....

Desolation forces his way between Hurse and Robin, who turn to watch him leave out the door. The Submission Champion and Brooks both glance at one another now and shake their heads, realizing that trouble looms just over the horizon.

Hurse: Now what are we going to do?

Robin: Well, we are in Desolation’s dressing room all alone together....

Hurse: Yeeeeaaahhhhh....

A stupid grin cuts across Hurse’s face.

Robin: So let’s do something naughty.

The grin on Hurse’s face gets larger.

Robin: And order something from pay-per-view on Desolation’s television.

Hurse: Oh....


CHRIS HUNTER & RUSTIN WOLF & DENILE PARTIS VS. WARD HAWN & JEFF YOUNG & KRISTIAN SAILES


Six Man Tag Team Match Kristian Sailes, Ward Hawn & Jeff Young Vs Chris Hunter, Rustin Wolfe & Partis Denile

(As the light in the arena started to dim, almost darkness covers the place, but the ramp way and the ring are still illuminate by really low white light, the song that hits the pa system is still new to a few people on the crowd, on the big screen, we can see the Freak that is named Jeff Young, is making his way to the Ring, wearing his normal, leather pants, with is long coat, with a T-shirt that says, Jeff is Forever Young)

[My road travels a lot long then 8 miles.

No time to be slipping up with mistakes Now.

This fuckin' area is facing higher stakes Now.

Time is money and we got to get eh cake Now.

Just straiten up cause the boss is back,

So for the conscious, so if you cross my path

We're goin' back to the home land.

Let me make a No fame

a place where the kids

are known a killer grown man]

(he passes the black curtains to make is way down the to ring, with the light smoke following his body, looking like a real freak, that he is)

[I made your ways, a Sicilian Could kill a man

And leave him Stranded on a Island like he's Gilligan

I've been to places, You wouldn't dare to show your faces

So don't crampin' kid give me my space and

Watch how a man handles things

How I earn to wear my pinky ring

The Reason I am a King, Mafioso

From the streets, Judges from the PoPo yo

I got a lot, guaranteed to see my third rope]

The fans started to warm up to the Dark man making his entrance well known. He slides in the ring, takes off is coat and tosses it on the ground, he climbs one turnbuckle and takes off his Shirt, the ladies started to scream as he takes it off, and then throws it at the crowd. He climbs down, and looks around for a moment, then awaits for the begin of the match, with the words that end the song, "you mess with me... Ill fuck you up...”)

Dan Douglas: So here we go, the six man tag between ULW’s newest talents and Chris Hunter, I have to say I’ve actually been looking forward to this, all of these men have some unbelievable talent there is no questioning that

Billy Mayne: If this is about who is best, well then, Rustin Wolfe already has my vote, just for the superkick he hit on Sailes last week – that was classic!

Dan Douglas: Of course, all of these men made there appearance known when they came out during the Adz Vs Denile match, all of them trying to make a mark and some kind of impact on the ULW fans here and the final say came from Rustin Wolfe who slapped a kick on Sailes, it was the melee after the match that led to this event and finally we get to see them ALL in action.

(Riot plays as yellowish lights begin to flicker through the arena Ward Hawn walks out. Flaring his arms white blasts of fireworks go off behind him. Making his way down the isle Ward goes from side to side slapping hands with the crowd. Hawn walks up the stairs into the ring stepping between the middle and bottom rope. Getting into the ring Hawn makes his way over to the corner and steps up onto the second rope flaring his arms taunting towards the crowd, repeating this in each corner before turning to see Jeff Young, the two men instantly pointing at one another and sharing words that do not look the most friendly.)

Dan Douglas: Both men already having words and that’s the unique thing about this match none of this men have any real allies, they all want to prove there better then anyone else and that includes there own tag team partners.

Billy Mayne: The sides kind of picked themselves in this match, the fans like these three coming out now and so AWOL booked these guys together thinking they could work together better, but that is seriously not going to be the case, both teams are unstable and for all we know, this could turn out to be one mass brawl of gigantic proportions!

Dan Douglas: I have to agree, the official is going to have be on his game to keep this one under control.

(‘Sometime In Your Life ... Hell Would Be Standing At Your Doorsteps .... That Time .... That Time Is NOW .....’

... A pause is generated before a big hellacious boom from the pyros begins ...

’... Wait I’m coming undone ...’

Fire explodes from both sides of the entrance ramp, as the smoke and fogginess enters the scene, shrouding the opening of who is about to come through it. Sailes steps through the hellish-like hole as he raises his arms up, feeling both the crowd and the fiery scene that stands in front of him.

’Wait
I’m starting to suffocate
And soon I anticipate
I’m coming undone
What looks so strong so delicate’

Coming through the flames, Sailes walks ruggedly down the entrance ramp, as he looks at nothing but the ring that is in front of him a few steps away. The fog building within’ the arena, Sailes just continues to stare toward the squared circle with grim-looking eyes.

’choke, choke again
I thought my demons were my friends
Pity me
In the end
They're out to get me’

Sailes reaches the apron of the ring, as he walks his way dreadfully up to and inside the ring. He looks at both sides of him, seeing the huge audience, he enters the ring quickly, and stands in the center of the ring. He kneels on both knees, as he holds his hands up to the sky, his head bowed down and his eyes closed as his team-mates watch on, suddenly he just leaps right back up to his feet and with a rush of adrenalin tenses every muscle in his body as he roars to the fans who go nuts for him!!)

Dan Douglas: Kristain Sailes is a man who has forcefully made people stand and take attention in previous companies and as long as he can break the bad opening spell most guys have coming into ULW, I believe he can be quite a talent!

Billy Mayne: The problem with these guys with names and reputations is they think themselves better then ULW already! They come in here living off there previous glories and thinking it means a damn thing here, but as we have seen a million times before, that is not the case at all. CMW’s top stars faded quick here, SCW can barely get a regular member in this place!

Dan Douglas: I have to agree with you there Billy, it seems big name imports have a history of not living up to there reputation here in the ULW, but lets see how Sailes does, tonight will be a big test for him!

(‘Till I Collapse’ suddenly breaks out of the speakers as the words appear on the big screen “I DESERVE BETTER!” The fans instantly start booing as the former ULW veteran being punished for his inconsistency in previous years suddenly steps out from the back, he pushes the curtains aside and just has his typically angry face on him, his eyes glaring with contempt at the three men in the ring, instantly Ward Hawn steps forward to the ropes as Chris Hunter begins to walk to the ring, both men shouting and screaming at one another, the abuse flying in every direction, Chris just stops at the bottom of the ramp ignoring ward’s taunts to enter the ring.)

Dan Douglas: Well we have said it already, but ill say it again, there is no real good and bad guys in this, no friends. All six of these men are out to prove that they have what it takes to be the best here in the ULW, yet Chris Hunter of them all, is the odd apple, the guy who has been in ULW before and already done the proving himself thing. However, because of his lack of consistency and constant injury problems he has been put in this match with these guys and seemingly dragged straight into the middle of the feud! And he is not happy about it!

Billy Mayne: His entrance video says it all Dan, he deserves better! Sure, he might not have been Mr. Consistent, but the guy is a former ULW name and a guy that always comes back to our fed and has remained loyal to us for nearly two whole years! And even after all of that he has to fight the god damn new guys!

Dan Douglas: Maybe so, but at least he is getting some air time for Christ sake, I can namely countless others like Alex Fayg, THEE Hunter, Piddle and Plop who are left to dark cards because there wrestling ability plain out sucks! So he should thank himself lucky he has been given this chance!

(The lights flicker throughout the stadium and the song ‘We're in this together’ begins to play as the lights begin to slowly flicker back on the spot light hits upon the entrance and Denile begins to walk down towards the Ring looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation, he slowly begins to walk down to the ring, ignoring the fans in the front row and just stopping to stare at one fat guy shouting abuse at him before stopping next to Chris Hunter, the two men show no trust or like for each other whatsoever.)

Dan Douglas: Denile Partis, the former SCW Wrestler about ready for his second ULW match after his impressive win over Adz last week which coincidentally saw the former wrestling legend Adz out of ULW on serious injury which I have heard Denile is taking full responsibility for!

Billy Mayne: You have to give the guy some credit, he has already done more then most SCW stars who come over here and the guy still wants to do more and wants to prove himself as a good young and coming star of the future, this is where the test for him really begins in my opinion!

Dan Douglas: I have to agree, last week was no challenge for Denile, this week however is the challenge we wanted to see for all of these men and if they can impress, then who knows, maybe we will see them fighting for titles sooner then we think!!

(The opening of "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor begins to play over the loudspeakers. He comes out holding a bottle of water in his left hand. He takes a drink and looks around at the audience, he begins to make his way down the ramp towards the ring, tossing the bottle of water into the crowd. Sailes just moves to the ropes now looking at the man who superkicked him last night, the boos are loud and ground shaking at some points as Wolfe stops beside his team-mates, the three of them demanding the referee get control of the official in order for them to be able to come into the ring and get the match started, the referee actually listens and just begins pushing the trio away from the ropes allowing Rustin and co to walk toward the ring, however Kristian suddenly bolts forwards and just spits in the face of Rustin who instantly grabs at the place it impacted before looking up at him with fury, he then stands on the apron with a face as red as a tomato shouting abuse at Sailes who just begins shouting back at him.)

Dan Douglas: The bad blood between these two is SOO intense already, last week Rustin showed up Sailes by debuting with a superkick right to Khristians jaw, he then took the fight backstage and it took security to break them up with Conrad Gray and as such, of course we now have this match!

Billy Mayne: Sailes already disgusts me, what kind of man spits at another human being, that’s atrocious!

Dan Douglas: If it had been the other way round Billy, you would have instantly accepted it, damn hypocrite!

(The fans cheer loudly as Sailes demands Wolfe enter the ring, he does and just leaps through the ropes in anger as does Partis and Hunter, all three men charging there opponents as the bell rings, all six men going right at it with right hands, none of them holding back, however Young suddenly blocks the shots from Hunter and just fires back with some of his own before suddenly jumping in the air and dropkicking the knee of Chris Hunter out from under him and taking him down to the mat hard!

Across the ring Denile has the upper hand on Hawn and just steps back before clotheslining him over the top rope, but does so with such power that both men fly over the top rope and to the outside of the ring with a huge collision on the safety mats! Meanwhile in the ring Kristian Sailes just slams Wolfe with a huge uppercut to the jaw that knocks him against the ropes, he then grabs his arm and throws him across the ring into the ropes opposite and just slides onto his chest causing Wolfe to leap over him into the ropes opposite, Kristian stands back up and just leaps over his head this time causing Wolfe to continue into the ropes for a third time, his momentum growing with his speed before he comes back right into a perfect dropkick that drops him to the mat hard as Sailes stands back up and just roars with adrenalin to the cheering fans.

He turns back to Wolfe as the rest of the teams get into there correct corners and just lifts him back to his feet via his hair before hitting him with another hard uppercut, he then pushes him back into his teams corner and just climbs to the middle rope throwing his fist into the air preparing for a ten punch, however before he can Jeff Young suddenly slaps himself in causing Sailes to jump down from the ropes and argue with Young for a moment in the ring as the fans show a mixed reaction to this, however Young is not caring as the official demands Sailes leave. He grabs Wolfe by the hair and pulls him back into the middle of the ring before hooking his arm over his head and throwing him with a snap suplex, but holds on and twists his hips before lifting him again and hitting a second snap suplex, he continues to hold on and just stands him back up before suddenly lifting him for another suplex but doesn’t instead, he drops directly down and hits Wolfe with a huge brainbuster that leaves him motionless in the middle of the ring, he rolls him onto his back and just goes for the pin,

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Suddenly Denile just grabs the top rope and leaps into the ring hitting Jeff Young with a huge springboard leg drop that has the fans going nuts with boos, the official tries to remove him from the match straight away, but he pushes the referee behind and just grabs the arm of Rustin before dragging him back to there own corner, he then leaves the ring and forcefully tags the hand of Wolfe, but as he enters the ring, Chris Hunter just slaps the back of Denile, a smirk across his face as he slowly enters the ring, ignoring the angry shouts from Partis!

However Hunter is so concerned with what Denile is saying to him, he doesn’t register that Jeff Young is back up, suddenly he turns and turns right into a huge arm drag, both men quickly get back up but Jeff throws him with another one before beating him back to his feet, however only be mini-seconds but its enough as Jeff swipes his feet from under him taking him down to the mat before leaping onto him for a pin, but Hunter kicks out quickly before both men roll back to there feet, but Hunter ducks low and swipes the feet of Young away this time before going for a cover of his own but like Hunter did, Young kicks out before both men stand back to there feet as the fans applaud there quick little show.

Both men just stand there staring at one another, preparing to go again when suddenly Ward Hawn this time slaps the shoulder of Jeff Young and enters the ring, the fans just show another mixed reaction as Ward prepares to show the fans just what he can do, he slowly begins to circle the ring with Chris Hunter before locking up and ducking under the arm of Hunter locking in a wrist lock, however Chris just front rolls before leaping backwards, he then reverse the hold before reaching out to take Denile, but to the fans surprise Partis refuses the tag and just shouts more abuse at Hunter, realizing his eyes are not on the game Ward Hawn suddenly reverses the wristlock again and just wrenches on the arm over and over again before turning it quickly into a hammerlock, however he then quickly changes the move again, letting go off that and locking in a side headlock, but Chris is ready for it and runs him into the ropes before throwing him across the ring, however Ward hits the ropes and comes back leaping onto the shoulders of Hunter and throwing him across the ring with a nice Hurricanrana, he then stands back up and just runs at the ropes before leaping into a handstand, his legs bouncing off the ropes and sending him with momentum back to a standing position with his back to the laid out Chris Hunter before he uses the momentum to leap into the air and hitting a stunning corckscrew splash right onto Hunter he hooks the leg,

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Hunter is suddenly eliminated and the fans cannot believe what they are seeing as Ward Hawn just gets back to his feet, however just as Denile Partis is finally about to join the match Rustin Wolfe just slides back into the ring and clotheslines Hawn down to the mat with force before angrily throwing the finger at his own team-mate!!! He grabs Ward by the hair again and just lifts him to his feet before throwing him across the ring into the ropes, however as he hits them Kristian Sailes gets a silent tag, Hawn comes back at Wolfe who impressively lifts him and drops him over his knee with a Manhattan drop, Hawn just grabs his crotch and leaps around for a moment but before Wolfe can do anything about it Sailes leaps onto the top rope and just flies at him wrapping his legs around his head and hitting a huge hurricanrana that sends Wolfe across the ring into the corner, slowly he stands up, Sailes charges at him and leaps at him, but Wolfe suddenly ducks, however Sailes stays on the middle rope and just waits before suddenly Wolfe turns to him but only for Sailes to jump off the middle rope and use his upper legs to hit the top rope before coming back at Wolfe with a split leg, he then uses the momentum from the move to grabs Wolfe with both feet and hit him with another hurricanrana that has the fans cheering, however as he stands up, Ward Hawn suddenly shoves him back into the corner before shouting at him for making the blind tag.)

Dan Douglas: Oh dear, here we go, these guys are falling out already and the ‘allies’ as they are meant to be are not looking so unified at this second in time.

Billy Mayne: Each man here is looking to prove himself in the ULW and prove himself as the best up and coming star in the ULW today, the tags they have made every time is because they want to be in the ring showing the bosses her what they have got and Ward Hawn didn’t seem to like it at all!

Dan Douglas: No he did not and he is making it clear to Kristian Sailes just what he thinks of it as well.

(Jeff Young suddenly leaps in the ring and tries to hold Ward Hawn off, but Ward suddenly shoved Jeff down to the mat hard before turning to shout at him to, but as he does Sailes in anger of the guys attitude shoves Hawn before shouting abuse back at him, suddenly all three men are arguing with one another before Wolfe suddenly charges at them, but Young and Hawn suddenly step aside as Sailes hits him with a text book dropkick, Hawn then leaps into a standing shooting star press across the body of Wolfe before Young runs off the ropes and comes back sliding into the side of Rustin’s head with a slapping dropkick that has him writhing in pain, Sailes quickly makes the cover, hooking the leg,

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Sailes stands up from making the pin attempt only for Young and Hawn to argue with him even more then they were already, all three men continue to shove each other around the ring before suddenly all three turn to see Denile Partis on the top rope, he leaps and takes all three men out with a huge crossbody that has the fans going wild!!! He stands back to his feet quickly and roars with adrenalin before grabbing Hawn by the hair and lifting him back to his feet, he then boots him in the midsection before grabbing his arm and running toward him, before leaping in the air with a forward roll, his legs suddenly bouncing off the top rope before he uses the momentum send him back with to throw Hawn across the ring with an amazing arm drag that has the fans going wild with excitement at the array of moves these guys are showing them! He then stands back up to see Young getting to his feet, he just sprints across the ring clotheslining him to the mat, before Sailes suddenly stands, however Partis just leaps at him dropkicking his knees from under him and sending Kristian face down into the mat, he then turns right back to Hawn who is already up, he sprints at him, but Hawn just grabs him as he comes close and drops him with a powerful STO!

Suddenly Hawn, Young and Sailes all stand back up and without even another word, all three men begin throwing punches, the team-mates turning on each other!! The fans are just going nuts at this as they fire away with right hand after right hand at each other, but from nowhere Partis is back up and joins in, attacking Jeff Young with a huge flurry of right hands, all four men are going crazy as they attack each other, sides no longer mattering.)

Dan Douglas: This has become a god damn free for all here as the newest talents of the ULW finally go at each other, no friends, no allies, everyone for themselves!

Billy Mayne: This is great, I haven’t seen so much disorganized Chaos since the Paris riots last year, awesome stuff!!

(Suddenly the fans react as a hooded man suddenly jumps the barricade, he climbs up onto the apron and just waits there as suddenly Ward Hawn turns to face him, but the man just leaps to the top rope and flies in with a huge springboard dropkick that takes him down to the mat, he then stands up and just pulls the hood away to reveal himself as Bryan Kirros!!! The fans are going nuts at the site of him, Hawn just stands right back up, but Kirros is on him straight away and just grabs him around the waist before lifting him in the air and viciously throwing him with a huge belly to belly suplex right into the turnbuckle!!!!

He stands back up but turns right into a vicious clothesline from Sailes who then runs against the far ropes as Kirros gets to all fours before coming back for a dropkick, but Kirros suddenly moves and swipes the legs of Sailes before he can leap taking him down to the mat allowing Bryan to suddenly grab him by the arm and wrap his legs around it for a triangle lock submission!! Sailes just grits his teeth with the move and yells out in pain before suddenly rolling up onto his feet as Kirros keeps the move locked in before suddenly stamping across the top of Bryan’s forehead breaking the hold before shaking his arm in pain from the move!)

Dan Douglas: Bryan Kirros is here in the ULW!!! He has joined the new guys here in the federation and this is just amazing, I can’t believe this Billy, how many more names are we going to see wanting to prove themselves as the best newcomer to the ULW?

Billy Mayne: Not to many I hope Dan, I haven’t got the patience to keep screaming every time we see someone new!

(Suddenly though the lights dim and green lasers suddenly hit the ring as the words of MeatLoaf scream out of the speaker system.

“I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”

The new Music of Conrad Gray breaks out and the CEO of the ULW just steps through the curtains a mic in hand, a smile on his face as his new suit looks ironed and very neat across his slender figure, quickly his music finishes and the lights return to normal, the effects doing enough to grab the attention of the men in the ring, the only ones not standing by the ropes facing the rampway being Kristian Sailes and the recovering Rustin Wolfe. Conrad just raises the mic to his mouth and looks at the men in the ring specifically at Bryan Kirros.)

Conrad: I have to say guys I’m impressed. Not by Chris Hunter, but hey, nothing changes, however the rest of you seem to want this, so I thought I’d come out here as the match planned went to the shit heap anyway and just give you some announcements regarding the futures of each of you, including you there Mr. New Addition, Bryan Kirros!

(The fans cheer loudly as Bryan just smiles at the mention of his name.)

Conrad: You see, it seems obvious to me that none of you can work together as a team which leaves me with quite a pickle, do I book you all in a cluster fuck? See who is the best from that? No, no, no we do that far too much here in the ULW anyway. So, what can I do? Ah HA! By gosh, I think I have it, are you listening?

(The eyes of each wrestler in the ring is on Conrad as he speaks.)

Conrad: As of tonight, I am making a change to the Championship structure, you see, a one Nathan Creed, who once had a problem with me I do believe is holding onto a title we call the Xtreme Championship but like everything Nathan Creed touches, the belt is beginning to rust and the title is becoming pretty worthless – so TONIGHT, mark the day ladies and gentleman because the Xtreme Championship is about to become the ULW’s X DIVISION! No limits is what the division is about and no, no, no, we do not mean you can use hardcore shit and weapons, it means that week in and week out the only people allowed to fight for the title and the people with exceptional ability who are willing to put there neck on the line week in and week out and give the world unbelievable television. Because to me boys, Ratings means everything.

(Most of the men in the ring are nodding at this as Conrad smiles even more before suddenly lifting a finger with an expression to say ‘I haven’t forgotten you guys though’.)

Conrad: But alas, the question is, how does that resolve the issue with you guys? Well, starting next week there will be a TOURNAMENT for the new number one contender of the X-Division Championship, to decide who will fight Nathan Creed for the right to be the most Xtreme man in the federation. Three singles matches, the winners moving on to fight the following week on Annihilation in a triple threat match for the number one contendership of the belt and a shot at Nathan Creed, the three losers fighting a triple threat match – the loser being fired from ULW!

NEXT WEEK BOYS! THE BATTLE TO BE THE BEST BEGINS!! Oh and as for tonight, we still need a winner, so lets say first pinfall wins huh?

(Everyone in the ring is looking pretty pleased with the announcement, but Kristian Sailes seems to be the only person who registered the last words of Conrad Gray and just grabs Rustin Wolfe from behind before rolling him up in the middle of the ring, the official slides down,

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The bell sounds and Kristian just rolls out of the ring to the outside, a smile on his face as the fans cheer loudly, the official just raises his hand in victory as the men around angrily realize what just happened, however the drama hasn’t finished as suddenly from down the ramp a woman with dyed blonde and brunette hair just slides in the ring, Hawn turns to her first only for her to take him down with a clothesline before running right past his downed body and between the distracted bodies of Jeff Young and Bryan Kirros, she leaps at the ropes in front of them and then bounces back off them over the two men, grabbing them as she goes over before dropping them into a double reverse DDT!!! She is quickly back up and ducks a clothesline attempt from Rustin Wolfe before leaping into him with a huge spinning heel kick that takes him down to the mat with style! The fans just go nuts as she then rolls out of the ring and begins walking back up the ramp, this is Roxas Knoxx and she just snipered a ring full of talent!! The smile she gives infuriates Ward Hawn who just looks at her through the ropes while the rest begin to recover and realize what just happened.

For everyone watching this was confusing, chaos from the beginning – can anyone tame this new division of hungry young stars?)


COMMERCIAL BREAK


COMING SOON


WAKE UP!


The very sweaty features of none other than Kristian Sailes takes up the forefront of the camera, his eyes filled with hostility and his face twisted with anger. Clutched within his palms, squeezing it tightly, is a long Singapore Cane, ready to be used, ready to be unleashed upon anyone who should pass. He continues to stare into the camera, breathing heavily, frustration on his features. He stands before a barren white wall, gazing forward with agitation into the camera.

Kristian: ULW management, what are you thinking? What has got into your heads?

Kristian turns away from the camera, shaking his head and sinking his teeth into his lower lip.

Sailes: Do all of your peons, and morons who are part of the management around here not realizing what talent your passing up? Do you actually think you can just boss me around and even threaten me with termination? Do you not understand that Kristian doesn’t need the ULW? I’ll tell you flat out, I don’t. I can get a job anywhere in the world, in places that will reward me for my hard work, my savageness, my homicidal tendencies.

Kristian steps towards the camera, twisting his head to stare in a deranged manner straight through the lens into the faces of the viewing public.

Kristian: Places that won’t spit in the face of my talent, and insult my skills! Federations where condescending idiots like Conrad Gray don’t get off by toying with people’s destinies.

Kristian pulls his head back now and runs his palm down his face, trying to calm down.

Kristian: I’ll play nice for now though, I’ll let Conrad and the management keep thinking they can control me, and my actions. I won’t stir up the hornets nest just yet, and pretend to have some faith in those who book these shows. But if this keeps up, if I must continue beating these nobodies on a weekly basis, and further besmirching myself by actually teaming with them, there will be nobody who stops me from doing what I’m truly known form. Busting heads, breaking bones, ripping flesh, and enjoying every last fucking minute of it. And if you keep getting in my way Conrad, you’ll experience all my adoring attributes all at once.

Kristian is absolutely fuming as the camera remains close up to his face, Sailes actually leaning into the lens almost, his breaths becoming visible on the glass.

Hey pal, calm down.....

The crowd has a loud mixed reaction as Kristian retracts his head and finds himself glaring at none other than Jason Takashi, who swaggers forward into the camera’s frame. The Anarchy title is placed over his shoulder while a goofy expression resides on his face. Kristian’s expression is a rather bitter one as he observes the presence of the happy, upbeat Takashi.

Takashi: Just relax, live life to its fullest. After all, we can’t all be monumental winners.....

Takashi extends his finger to draw focus to his Anarchy title.

Takashi: Stop living in the past and look towards a brighter tomorrow baby.....

Takashi begins to snap his fingers now while whistling and putting his hand on the shoulder of Kristian.

Takashi: Do, do, do, do, don’t worry, be happy now.....

He continues to hum the song loudly before Kristian steps back and swings the cane in his hand directly into the skull of Takashi. The crowd screams on the inside of the arena as the cane busts over his noggin, Takashi tumbling onto his back and looking out cold now. Sailes stares down at him, shaking his head and sinking his teeth deeply into his lower lip, obviously not amused. He bends over slowly, towards the face of the out cold Takashi.

Kristian: That’s what makes me happy pal.

Sailes stands up and marches down the corridor, leaving a battered Jason behind, spread across the floor, barely moving. He doesn’t turn around to spot none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell though, who quickly runs into the camera’s frame. He drops down on top of Takashi, hooking his leg as official Ingelson drops down. He falls to the ground and makes the count quickly.

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The crowd rejoices with surprise as a paranoid Crazy Eddie jumps to his feet, pulling the Anarchy title in close to his body and looking around quickly. His lips quiver as he stares back and forth, almost hugging his Anarchy championship which he such pilfered from the down body of Takashi.

Crazy Eddie: Who wants some, huh, huh? Who wants some of Crazy Eddie!?! I know someone’s hiding somewhere, waiting to jump me for the title. Who is it? Ingelson, do you know?

The official, Alex Ingelson, just raises his shoulders while Eddie stares at him for several seconds. His eyes focus sharply on Ingelson now.

Crazy Eddie: Wait a minute. It’s you isn’t it? You’re the next guy who’s going to go after my title, and try to make me look bad in front of Desolation!

Ingelson shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders before Eddie slugs him in the side of the face, giving him no time to respond. He grabs the hair of Ingelson and rushes him at the wall, throwing him side first into the steel structure. He bashes off and tumbles onto the floor as Eddie stomps at him repeatedly. His eyes dart back and forth once again, pulling his Hillbilly title in close to his body before scurrying off down the corridor. Ingelson and Takashi are laid out on the floor.


AWOL’S GOT SOMETHING TO SAY


The crowd unleashes a huge response as the camera opens directly on the face of Annihilation General Manager, AWOL. He stares straight into the camera, clad in a fine tan suit and appearing rather serious, big surprise. He stands within the confines of his VIP dressing room, desk just behind his back and a large picture of himself holding the World title above his head at Paranoia screwed into the wall just over his back.

AWOL: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to make this short and as sweet as I possibly can given my demeanor this evening. I have a few announcements that need to be made, and made now while I still have the stomach to utter them.

AWOL shakes his head rather bitterly it seems.

AWOL: First and foremost, the Weapon’s Lair is approaching at Paranoia IV. A metal monstrosity designed for the soul purpose of shortening careers, twisting muscles, ripping flesh, and proving who truly is the strongest of the strong. The ultimate truth teller; because your body can’t lie to the Weapon’s Lair. It either shows what kind of strength you possess, or just how weak you actually are. Anyhow, cliche dialogue aside for a second, we all know that the Rumble Bash will reveal one of the participants in this match, but I’m here to announce that three other spots will be available. One will automatically be filled by the World Heavyweight Champion, rather it be Desolation or Silencer come time for Paranoia. The other spots however, will be decided by yours truly, through a series of qualifying matches. I’m here now to announce that the first qualifying match will take place next week right here on Annihilation, and the two men who I’ve chosen to face off against one another with the hopes, or fears of entering the Lair, are Nathan Creed, and a previous Lair winner, Hurse.

A huge ovation rises up from the fans, everyone going nuts at the sound of the two gentlemen locking up with the hopes of entering the Weapon’s Lair. AWOL nods several times while rolling his eyes to the fans’ reaction and going on.

AWOL: Another thing that needs to be addressed, is a group of underlings who have decided to ban together in the hopes of getting themselves over. I’m speaking of course, about the Alpha Generation, a combination of talents, ha, that think they have the power to do whatever they please. Unfortunately for them, and not for people who actually still pay for the tickets to watch these shows, and just don’t download them illegally off the internet, it’s time for things to change. I already flexed my punishment muscle earlier tonight, and if the Alpha Generation thinks that they can continue running amok on Annihilation, then I’ll be glad to deal out even harsher punishments......

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold it.....

An agitated expression befalls GM AWOL’s face as he turns begrudgingly in the direction of none other than River Angelus. The crowd is booing furiously at the sight of River, Denile Partis lags behind him, looking around at his surroundings in confusion. He appears a bit wiry and paranoid while Angelus overlooks the GM, who unleashes a loud yawn.

River: Before I can allow you to progress with your little monologue here, I have to abject to your first announcement. Hurse vs. Nathan Creed in a Weapon’s Lair qualifier? You actually have the audacity to announce a match for the World Heavyweight Championship, and fail to include Denile Partis? Have years of blunt force trauma to your head clouded what was left of your sanity? Guys like Nathan Creed and Hurse don’t deserve title shots when compared to the magnificence that is Denile Partis. The man has been to hell and back, which makes him perfect material for the satanic structure that is the Weapon’s Lair. You failing to include him is a travesty, it’s a miscarriage of justice....

AWOL: Blah, blah, blah.

River’s eyes widen in shock over this interruption.

AWOL: You know, I see your lips moving, but all I can hear is bitch, bitch, bitch. If Angelina Jolie here, wants to earn his way into the Weapon’s Lair match, then that’s what he has to do, pay his dues. He has to prove something to me before he gets an opportunity like this, and thus far, he’s proven absolutely nothing. So if you want him to get a shot at the belt some day in the future, then you’ll have to get him to prove his worth.

Denile grins somewhat while he stands behind a shocked River, who seems outraged that he was spoken to like this. AWOL looks at his watch finally.

AWOL: Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to do something that’s actually interesting. Or at least more interesting than this, and brush my teeth.

AWOL steps around River and Denile, who turn to watch him leave, Angelus shaking his head in the process.

Denile: If he wants me to prove something, I’ll prove it soon enough...

The camera slowly zooms in on the plotting face of Denile, River seeming confused as to what he meant by that comment.


TOO MAGNIFICENT & KILLJOY VS. ROBIN BROOKS & HURSE


The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Classic music begins to play in the background, causing the fans to begin showing a huge mixed reaction realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.

BREAKDOWN!!!

As this word is screamed through the sound system, ‘Breakdown’ by Breaking Benjamin begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control, next to him stands the Black Widow herself, Robin Brooks. Everyone’s unsure how to take the duo, the mixed reaction continuing as they stop at the top of the ramp soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long yellow, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat, Robin is just normally attired, her eyes focused on the match, only the odd glimmer of a look to her partner. The fans are screaming, vocalizing their confusion as Hurse stops abruptly and quickly speak to Robin as lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. He now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it aside as Robin climbs the steps, Hurse just sits on the middle rope, letting her in, before both stand in the ring. His yellow wrist bands come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. Both Hurse and Robin just stand in the middle of the ring, the two of them talking strategy for a moment, before impressive and professional to the brim when they stand before the ropes.)

Dan Douglas: Here we go, a huge tag team match now which come off the back of the final show of 2006, Killjoy returned and not only attacked Hurse, but attacked his former love, the women he thought so highly of, Robin Brooks!

Billy Mayne: Maybe one of the greatest moments in ULW history in my opinion, Brooks thought she was safe but that was not the case and Killjoy shocked the world when he dropped her on her back!

Dan Douglas: He did shock the world and Robin Brooks and Project Lost Cause realized at Annihilation last year, that with Killjoy as an enemy, they have a lot more to deal with, having feuds within there newly made group, simply is not good enough!

(“Animal I have Become” By Three Days Grace suddenly explodes over the sound system as Magnificent’s video plays over the big screen, the fans booing loudly as the Alpha Generations best moments play between clips of his name flashing across the screen, suddenly the curtains open and the roaring face of Magnificent steps out, ready for a battle, ready for a war. He glares into the ring at Brooks and Hurse and just points at the two of them shouting abuse as he walks slowly down the ring before stopping at the bottom of the ramp and waiting for his tag team partner.)

Dan Douglas: Well we know who is next to come out and we know Robin and Hurse are waiting anxiously for his return to the ring, neither of them knowing what to expect from the ULW legend, however whatever the case with them and Killjoy, they cannot afford to overlook this man!

Billy Mayne: No they cannot and Magnificent will punish them if they do! A hardcore legend and a ULW loyalist if I ever saw one!

(The lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the entrance, smoke billows out as a choir of angelic voices begin to sing for a moment before getting cut off by “Disposable Teens” by Marilyn Manson. Killjoy makes his way out of the smoke and into the light. He stops on the top of the stage for a moment, listening to the crowd’s reaction that consists of a mixture of cheers and boos; when the reaction bores him, Killjoy makes his way down towards the ring, facing off with some of the crowd along the way. He stops next to Magnificent who stare together at there opponents for a moment before each of them walk forward and climb the apron, both enter the ring putting all four in the squared circle, the official between them.)

Dan Douglas: There he is, the ULW legend that is Killjoy, he returned at the end of last year and we have been promised big things by him and his followers and tonight is the night we find out, his first match back from a knee injury that put him out of ULW for the best part of a year!

Billy Mayne: He recovered some months ago apparently when he did some work for SCW, but working there is like light training when you compare it to this place, I mean its not really a comparison is it?

Dan Douglas: Not really and I can tell you his tenor in the SCW was also cut short because of issues with his knee, so seeing him back and in the ring looking healthy and fit once again certainly is a great thing for the sport and for the ULW.

(Both teams seem to hesitate to start this match, all four of them wanting to start first, however Killjoy suddenly shrugs to Magnificent and happily steps through the ropes and to the apron, seeing this Hurse just turns to Brooks and asks her to go back to there corner, she argues for a moment before sighing and nodding to her partner. She turns to her corner and steps through the ropes as both Magnificent and Hurse begin to jump up and down and limber the bodies ready for action. Magnificent suddenly steps to the centre of the ring though and just points in the face of Hurse before bragging about himself and his physique before suddenly insinuating that he should be the Submission Champion, boos just echo around the arena as Hurse nods and smiles, however like a flash the shooter suddenly just slaps Magnificent hard across the face before shouting abuse at the hardcore legend!!!

The fans are going nuts as this, they may dislike Hurse, but they dislike Magnificent even more. Mag just angrily turns but sees Hurse waiting, he spits at the feet of Hurse before slowly both men begin to circle the ring, suddenly they lunge in and hook up, both men jolting from the collision before they both push for supremacy, however its Magnificent who suddenly ducks under the arm of Hurse and holds him with a waistlock from behind, but suddenly Hurse breaks the lock and turns into his right arm before pulling it around his back into a hammerlock before adjusting his hold into a reverse waistlock of his own, but Magnificent angrily throws an elbow into the face of Hurse before breaking through the loosened grip of the Submission champion and again locking in a waistlock before suddenly lifting Hurse up into the air and off his feet before bringing him back down right onto his front, keeping the waistlock locked in at all times. However Hurse quickly reacts grabbing the hands of Magnificent and breaking them apart before twisting the arm and coming out from under the hardcore legend to hold him in a wrist lock before pulling the arm out over the top of his bent knee and pressing his elbow down hard into the back of Magnificent’s neck, trying to keep him from getting back up to his feet.

However Magnificent is relentless and just forces himself up from under the arm of Hurse and quickly back to his feet where the submission champion goes right back to the arm, suddenly wrenching on it, Magnificent grunts in pain as before suddenly he just reaches out to the face of Hurse and stabs his thumb into the eye to break the hold causing the fans to boo loudly again, he then boots Hurse hard in the stomach bending him forward before pulling him between his legs and grabbing his waist, he lifts him up and just wraps his arm between the legs of Hurse before dropping down into a cradle piledriver so early in the match!! Hurse just grabs his head and sits up on the mat from the impact of the shot, Magnificent however just gets back to his feet and taunts the fans into more hateful reactions before turning back to Hurse who, like many, didn’t expect such a big move so early in this match, however Magnificent now has the advantage and just lifts him back to his feet and against the ropes, before slapping a stinging chop across his chest that has the fans going ‘Woo’ loudly and again and again. Magnificent then grabs Hurse by the arm throwing him across the ring, no Hurse reverses trying to throw Magnificent but suddenly Magnificent re-reverses and sends Hurse into the ropes with a huge amount of pace, he comes back at Magnificent but Mag just leaps in and slams a knee right into the stomach of Hurse sending him to the mat holding his midsection in some pain now.)

Dan Douglas: This is what Magnificent really needs to do now, he needs to use his power advantage over Hurse, to many times has he been lured into a technical battle with maybe the best mat wrestler in the sport today and it has cost him every single time and now he is using strength to his advantage we are seeing a dominate beginning her by Magnificent.

Billy Mayne: He has certainly improved from the slump he recently had in the ULW and I have to say I think this is a Too magnificent that can come out and win things in the federation. But I agree, he needs to keep using the big moves and surprise Hurse with the power he has, just look at what the piledriver did to everyone, it caught us all off guard.

Dan Douglas: That it did and I don’t think Hurse has yet recovered from that and Magnificent is currently reeping the rewards, but he has to stop posing for the fans, that won’t win him matches!

(Magnificent just looks around at the fans as the official tries to have a word with him, but Mag just pretends to lunge at the referee causing him to jump nearly out of his shirt, with a smile Magnificent just casually walks over the top of Hurse and drops to one knee before grabbing him by the hair and slowly and accurately drop bombs also known as fists right into the face of Hurse over and over and over again. Suddenly the official begins to count for a DQ because of the closed fist, he reaches three and angrily Magnificent just stands back up and turns to the official yelling furiously into his face causing the referee to backtrack into the corner of the ring, he then turns back to Hurse who is slowly beginning to stand up, he grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet violently before throwing him powerfully into the corner and hitting a huge European uppercut and then a back elbow, European uppercut, back elbow and continues this time and time again really weakening Hurse in the corner before stepping aside the Submission Champion and lifting his boot right into the throat of Hurse choking the life right out of him. The fans just boo further as Magnificent continues to taunt them while he is doing this, again the official makes a count, but Magnificent lets go this time without any words to the referee.

However Magnificent just grabs the arm of Hurse and throws him with pace into the opposite corner before chasing in right after him and hitting a huge clothesline in the corner that causes Hurse to come right off his feet for a moment before landing back on them. He grabs the arm of Hurse again and throws him across the ring again before chasing back in and going for another clothesline, but this time Hurse ducks and Magnificent slams right into the top turnbuckle before shakily stumbling back out, he turns to Hurse who suddenly slams a fast right hand into his face and another and another and another and one more before grabbing his arm and going for an Irish whip but as he throws Magnificent, the big man stops himself and turns back to Hurse before tugging him toward him and taking him out with a huge clothesline that has Hurse down on the mat again in some serious pain.

Magnificent just stands back up before turning to Robin Brooks and shouting some abuse at her, he then turns back to Hurse and lifts him back onto his feet before hooking the arm over his head and grabbing the pants, suddenly he lifts him high into the air and holds him there for what seems like forever, the face of Hurse going red as the blood pours toward his brain, he then drops backwards and levels the submission champion with a huge suplex, he goes for the cover, hooking the leg,

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Magnificent just gets up onto his knees and seems a little annoyed that the submission champion didn’t stay down but doesn’t wait around to long, grabbing Hurse by the hair and picking him up to his feet, he then takes him to his teams corner and tags the hand of Killjoy to a huge negative response from the entire arena, Killjoy just smiles at them before entering the ring and turning to Hurse as Magnificent leaves the ring, he boots him hard in the stomach and again and again and again before hitting him with a huge European uppercut, he then move Hurse to the middle of the ropes and throws him across the ring into the ropes before sliding onto his chest causing Hurse to leap over him into the ropes opposite, however as he hits those ropes Magnificent just clocks him with a shot to the back of the head that has Hurse stumbling toward Killjoy who lifts him high into the air before dropping him down with a huge high angle spinebuster!)

Dan Douglas: Killjoy now dissecting the man who he believes cost him the love of his life, a women he seemingly doesn’t give a damn about himself anymore after that attack on her at the end of 2006.

Billy Mayne: And why should she? Look what she did for his career, for Creeds as well. She is called the Black Widow for a reason and Killjoy realizes she is a bad apple and needs to be dealt with!

Dan Douglas: I disagree completely, Killjoy went to SCW because he made his own bed and had to lie in it, he suffered knee injuries constantly through his career including the time he had in ULW and any issues he has with his career is not down to anyone but himself!

(Killjoy just shakes his head at Hurse before dragging him back to his corner and tagging the hand of Magnificent back in, he then leaves the ring allowing Magnificent to stomp powerfully on the downed figure of Hurse, smashing his body in with his foot over and over again. He then drops back down to one knee and viciously lays in more punches to the head of the Submission Champion who is being badly beaten on at this point, his momentum ending hard with that piledriver by Magnificent early in this bout. Magnificent however stops at the official’s request, the closed fist nearly causing DQ again, he then stands Hurse back to his feet and lifts him off the mat to his side before dropping him down across his knee with a powerful back breaker and right into another pinning predicament,

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Kickout again by Hurse.

Magnificent just rolls back to his feet and grabs Hurse by the hair before dragging him across to the ropes and holding him across the middle one, he then pushes down on the back of Hurse’s neck, choking the life out of him again, really trying to weaken him here as Robin Brooks just stamps on the mat, doing everything in her power to get Hurse to fight back and make the tag.

The official gets to a four count and Magnificent suddenly backs off with his hands in the air, however as the official begins to warn him Killjoy suddenly walks across to the hanging head of Hurse and viciously lifts his foot in the air and stamps across the top of his head, causing Hurse to feel the power of his boot on his head and the rope around his neck at the same time!

Hurse just rolls back to the middle of the ring as Magnificent picks him back up, pushing himself past the official and back to the action, he walks him across to his corner and tags the hand of Killjoy again who enters the ring and grabs Hurse by the hair himself before throwing him into one of the two free corners and slaps a chop across his chest before hitting him with a hard right hand and another and another and one more before taking him by the hair to the middle of the ring, hooking his arm over his head and lifting up and over with a nicely done snap suplex, he then rolls right over into the pin with a hooked leg,

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No, kickout by Hurse.

Killjoy just angrily stands back up before stomping on the chest of Hurse again and again and again, he then walks across the ring tagging the hand of Magnificent again before stepping out of the ring allowing the Alpha Generation member to take over, like Killjoy he stomps on Hurse a couple of times before lifting him back to his feet and holding him against the ropes, he then throws him across the ring and into the ropes opposite, Hurse hits them and comes back at him, but ducks the clothesline attempt by Magnificent, he then hits the ropes once more and again ducks the clothesline attempt, but this time stops right in his tracks, Magnificent doesn’t expect him to be waiting behind him, but he is and Magnificent turns right into a huge boot to the midsection that bends him forwards, Hurse then hooks the arms of Magnificent seemingly into a pedigree position before he roars with intensity and lifts Magnificent off the mat and up into a double underhook back breaker that has the fans cheering like mad as Magnificent rives in pain, holding his back in agony as Hurse just lies motionless on the mat.

Both men seem to be stuck in the middle of the ring, unwilling to move because of the flashes of agony such movement causes them when suddenly Hurse grits his teeth and crawls across the ring to the waiting hand of Robin Brooks who is desperate to get in the ring, slowly he gets closer to her, before suddenly Magnificent grabs his ankle and stops him, he stand up, but Hurse hops up to his feet as well before suddenly leaping up in the air with a perfect enziguri to the side of the head that has Magnificent stumbling around the mat, Hurse however just suddenly leaps at the hand of Robin Brooks making the tag!)

Dan Douglas: THERE IT IS! Robin Brooks is in, here we go!

Billy Mayne: NO! Come on Magnificent take her out!

(But Robin doesn’t give him the chance, leaping from the apron onto the top rope and then into the ring with a perfect missile dropkick that takes him right off of his feet and to the mat, she is straight back up and runs off the ropes and back at the downed Magnificent, but hits him with a huge senton splash! The fans are going nuts as suddenly Robin pelts across the ring and swings wildly for Killjoy who sees it coming and jumps off the apron and out of harms way, however she quickly turns back to the ring and to Magnificent who is slowly getting back up, she grabs him and backs him into a corner before stomping his midsection so hard many in the back row think they could see a hole appearing in his stomach, she then climbs to the middle rope and shows the fans her fist to a huge cheer before slamming right hand after right hand into the face of Magnificent, the fans just count every punch, she reaches eight before suddenly Magnificent grabs her and lifts her back toward the centre of the ring, he then drops backwards trying to hit her with snake eyes, but she is prepared for it and leaps onto the middle rope and waits there before looking back to see Magnificent back up, he turns to her but only for her to suddenly jump from the middle rope to the top rope and then jump again right back at him with a perfect moonsault that takes him down and right into a pin,

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NO! Kickout by Magnificent in the last second, Robin Brooks however is not finished and just stands back to her feet before climbing out onto the apron, she then climbs the corner to the top before waiting as Magnificent stands again, suddenly as he turns to her she leaps off and lands on his shoulders before spinning him around twice before hitting a huge Hurricanrana that has the fans on there feet applauding even more! Magnificent just rolls to the outside to get a breather and shakes his head of the cobwebs, he just stands dazed for a moment before turning back to the ring however as he does, Robin Brooks sprints at him and slides into his chest with a baseball slide that slams him back first right into the crowd barrier, she then stands back up and runs off the far ropes only to come back across the ring and leap through the ropes hitting Magnificent with a huge suicide dive that takes the big man down and has the fans on there feet chanting “U-L-DUBBA” over and over again.

Brooks just stands there listening to the chants with a smile before grabbing Magnificent and rolling him back into the ring, she then climbs up onto the apron and grabs the top rope before slingshooting herself into the ring and right across the throat of Magnificent with a huge leg drop, she then stands up and turns to the fans calling for her finisher, the fans just go nuts as she climbs out onto the apron again before climbing the corner to the top, however suddenly from behind Killjoy pushes her by the ass right off the top and hard into the ring, he then leaps in through the ropes and grabs Robin by the hair before lifting her to her feet and locking in a full nelson on her, this alone has her riving around before he suddenly picks her up, DAMNATION (full nelson chokeslam)!!! Robin Brooks just lies hurt in the middle of the ring, her body barely moving as the official demands Killjoy leave the ring now, however before he can Hurse suddenly spears him to the ground!!! The fans are going nuts as Killjoy and Hurse roll back and forth throwing punches whenever they can, the two men suddenly then break themselves up before they both stand up, suddenly though Killjoy pokes Hurse in the eye before hitting him with a hard right hand and another and another before suddenly Hurse blocks the next shot and goes back at Killjoy with right hands of his own taking Killjoy to the middle of the ring, Killjoy however breaks it up with a knee to the midsection of Hurse before suddenly going for the Full Nelson on him as well, but Hurse suddenly blocks it and just grabs the arm of Killjoy and throws him with a nicely performed arm drag, both men are instantly back up, but Hurse suddenly charges Killjoy who is by the ropes and hits him with a huge clothesline that sends both men right over the top and to the floor below, however as Killjoy makes contact with the mats, he yells in pain and agony, his leg bending in the wrong direction as he lands, his body collapsing instantly under his own weight!)

Dan Douglas: OH MAN!!! Killjoy just cried in agony there, we mentioned his knee problems before and it’s the same damn leg, Killjoy is on the ground her and curled against the security fence and I don’t think Hurse landed right either, both men are down outside the ring!

Billy Mayne: Trust Hurse to botch a fucking move, what’s next, are we going to call him Goldberg?

Dan Douglas: Ladies and Gentleman, that was worrying, Killjoy hurt his knee, the same one that kept him out of ULW for over a year and he is not looking good out there! EMT’s are already on there way down here and things do not like great for him now.

(Slowly Magnificent begins to crawl across to Robin Brooks who is still laid out in the middle of the ring, he throws his arm over her and sluggishly hooks one of her legs,

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NO!!! Robin Brooks kicked out of the pin!! Both of them continue to lay on the mat as the fans cheer loudly for the kick out, slowly Magnificent begins to stand back up, his head still a little dizzy as he makes it to his feet, he sees Robin standing and just slams a right hand into her face, the shot so hard it knocks her right back into the ropes, however Mag doesn’t want to put her speed to the test and just hooks the arm of Robin Brooks behind her back like a pedigree before lifting her in the air and turning her in mid-air before slamming her back down onto the canvas with a brilliant and innovative move that has some fans applauding. Magnificent just stands back up and looks outside of the ring to see Killjoy down before turning to the fans and calling for the end of the match, slowly he stalks Robin, waiting for her to get back up, slowly she begins to stand and Magnificent can’t seem to wait for the Midas Touch, he walks to her and grabs her for it before taunting the fans once more, however before he can do anything Hurse slides into the ring and just clothesline him from behind knocking Magnificent down to the mat hard, before Robin just runs off the ropes adjacent to the way Magnificent is facing and comes back at him, leaping in and hitting a perfect dropkick right into the side of his head knocking him onto his back, Hurse then grabs Magnificent by the legs and just shouts to the fans, many of whom cheer before he hooks the legs to a huge reaction and successfully turns Too Mag onto his chest and pulls back on the legs, LEGEND LOCK!!! Hurse has it locked in as Robin Brooks stands in the corner shaking the cobwebs from her head, Magnificent is going nuts, shaking his head in agony as Hurse locks it in even harder, doing all he can to make this the moment the match is over.

Hurse however senses Magnificent will not give up and while keeping the hold locked in seems to order Robin for a double team move, she nods and just walks across the ring in front of where Hurse is standing and then climbs through the ropes onto the apron, the fans are just cheering this and are on there feet expecting a big move when suddenly a pain ridden and hurt Killjoy just pushes EMT’s aside on the outside of the ring and rolls into the ring before hobbling with pace at Hurse hitting him with a huge clothesline to the back of the head that breaks the Legend Lock and sends Hurse smack bang into Robin Brooks who falls from the apron but lands face first into it!!! Hurse can’t believe what just happened and leans through the ropes to make sure she is alright but forgets about Killjoy who waits behind him, arms in the air ready, Magnificent just rolls out of the ring in pain at this point before suddenly Hurse stands back up in the ring and Killjoy locks in the Full Nelson, NO, Hurse suddenly reverses it, ducking under one of his arms to turn and face Killjoy, his body bent forward, however he grabs the legs of Killjoy and has no problem taking him off his feet before locking the legs into his armpits and to the shock of the fans locking in the Legend lock that has the fans expecting a damn tap out now, Killjoy is already injured and is nearly crying in complete agony and pain, his head jolting all over the place as he does everything not to give up, his mind and body telling him to, but his heart, his desire telling him not to.

If this is the last match he wrestles in his career, he will not be remembered for tapping out to Hurse again as he did at the end of 2005, the fans just can’t believe he is taking the punishment and for a moment he looks as if he is ready to pass out, but he suddenly roars back to life and just does all he can, reaching for the ropes, mere inches away, however before he can grab them, Hurse just suddenly pulls him right back to the middle of the ring to a huge mixed reaction from the fans, he locks the hold in harder and the hand of Killjoy looks ready to tap, the open hand held in the air, when suddenly

BANG!!!)

Dan Douglas: OH!!! Killjoy looked ready to tap! But what the hell was Magnificent thinking!!!

Billy Mayne: I do not have a clue, this guy does some strange things and I have to say, I think this is one of them!

(Magnificent just breaks the legend lock by hitting Hurse hard across the back, but by doing so with a steel chair, Hurse just collapses to the mat in a heap as Killjoy, match over, rolls to the apron and out of the way as EMT’s quickly attend to him once more, however suddenly the fans go nuts with cheers as Isaac Saine suddenly appears, he sprints down the ring and looks as if he is about to roll into the ring, but Isaac suddenly stops himself and just shrugs to Magnificent before walking around the ring to Robin Brooks, he helps her to her feet and around the ring back to the rampway where he quickly takes her to the backstage, still groggy she has no idea the trouble Hurse is in.)

Dan Douglas: Can you believe that? Isaac just left Hurse stranded and came down here merely for Robin Brooks!

Billy Mayne: There is some serious problems in that group of there’s already and now Magnificent gets to play.

Dan Douglas: He does indeed, but keep in mind poor Killjoy down here, back for his debut match and within moments of returning from a knee injury which kept him out for a year, he is back on the injury list and this time, it looks bad, very bad.

(Magnificent just circles the body of Hurse where he slowly begins to move, getting to all fours, however as he does, Magnificent steps over him, a leg either side and just lifts the chair in the air before slamming the top of it right into the back of Hurse and again and again and one more time for fun before placing the chair under the head of the hurt Hurse and stepping out of the ring, he then goes under the ring pulling out another chair before turning to swear at a fan in the front row. He rolls back in and just slaps the chair against his hand to a chorus of boos from the fans, before lifting it in the air and viciously slamming it across the head of Hurse hitting him with a conchairto that echoes through the arena causing the fans to cringe. Too Magnificent stands over Hurse, chuckling to himself in a demented manner.


THE PHYSICALITY CONTINUES


The arrogant features of Orlando Cruze take over the screen now while he marches down a corridor, his mouth forming a slight grin. This only further escalates the animosity amongst the crowd. As he makes his way towards the ring with Kloe following behind him, wearing an equally pompous smirk on her face before Susie Moore rushes into the camera’s frame. She tries to keep up with them both as they seem to be moving quickly to the ring.

Susie: Orlando, Orlando......

Cruze doesn’t even turn to acknowledge her as he continues to make his way down the corridor. Susie is out of breath as she tries to keep the mic lifted towards his face.

Moore: Why are you and Kloe coming to the ring?

Orlando: WHY!?!

Cruze turns with a sharp twist of his head in the direction of Susie, her eyes almost popping out of his sockets. The intense expression on his face causes Susie to step back in a bit of fear.

Cruze: I’ll tell you why. Because I’m going to get a front row seat to this travesty, this outrageous match known as a main event. I’m going to watch the ULW fall flat on its face once again by missing the opportunity to put me in the match against Desolation, and sticking him in there against just another jobber. I’ll watch as AWOL embarrasses himself through his pathetic booking. But most importantly, I’ll watch, and I’ll learn even more about Desolation’s weaknesses in the ring, so that next time when we put on a classic in the center of that ring, I’ll have his number. I’ll know what its going to take to put him out once and for all.....

AHHHHH!!!

Out of nowhere, a hobbling Silencer steps into the camera’s frame, swinging a Singapore cane into the back of Orlando’s shoulder. The crowd starts going nuts as Silencer throws the cane down and immediately begins to slug Orlando to his face, backing him up into the wall. Susie backs out of the way in shock while Kloe steps back screaming out in anger.

Kloe: You son of a bitch, you son of a bitch, get off of him! Someone help!

Silencer can barely stand on his ankle yet lobs rights into the face of Orlando again, and again. The Icon uses the wall to hold himself up during this out of control assault when security finally rushes into the scene, grabbing the arms of Silencer and forcing him away from Orlando. Cruze has fallen onto his seat while leaning back first against the wall, appearing dazed after the attack. Silencer keeps trying to struggle his way free in order to get his hands on the still seated Orlando.

Silencer: You think you can put me out Orlando? Well, you can’t, you just made the biggest mistake of your career!

As security pulls him back, Silencer still fighting to get free, Orlando gazes upon him in shock. Suddenly a grin begins to twist across his face once more. It seems to confuse Kloe, who is kneeling down at his side.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



THE LIST OF VICTIMS GROWS


There is a huge reaction of boos as once again the loading bay door can be seen in the forefront of the camera, the same one that pins Nathan and Bitchcakes inside. Hurse suddenly rolls across the floor though, ending up hitting the loading bay door with his back, he looks full of sweat, half out of it after the attack by the Alpha Generation. Demonic chuckling can be heard from behind the camera as Too Magnificent, Jackson Adams, Devin Hawk, and Ryan Mills all four step forward. They all shake their heads at the sight of the beat down Hurse, who can barely move whatsoever. Too Magnificent immediately moves after Hurse, stomping him to the forehead, and then doing the same to his chest. He then puts his foot to the throat of Hurse, pinning him down and choking him violently.

Too Magnificent: I’m loving this night more and more as the time goes by, hahahaha. Now your going to suffer Hurse, your going to suffer for holding me back!!

Foam almost forms on the lips of Too Magnificent as his chest heaves in a truly furious state. He almost seems ready to pop the head of Hurse, his former tag partner, and now arch rival.

Adams: That’s right, because we just keep on adding to our collection Too Magnificent, and Hurse will make a fine edition to it. Another victim to be part of the Alpha Generation’s collection of battered has-beens. Throw him in with Bitchcakes and Nathan. Then we can go take care of the rest of the people on our list, hahahaha.

Devin Hawk begins to pull the chain that lifts the loading door bay up slowly while Ryan Mills stands in front of it, ready for anyone who might try to run out. As the door opens all the way up, a still weakened Nathan, who was seated, tries to lunge out only to be stomped away at by Ryan. Bitchcakes tries to crawl out as well only for Jackson to enter and blast him over the back with a cast shot to the top of his head. Too Magnificent begins to hoist Hurse up when suddenly a steel chair cracks over his back, the crowd screaming loudly as Isaac Saine moves into the camera’s frame. A dented chair is gripped in his hands as he raises the chair into the air, smacking it into the spine of Too Mag once more. He crashes to the floor as a result, rolling across it while Isaac slams the chair into the concrete floor and stands up straight, hoisting the metal into the air. Another chair now cracks across the spine of Ryan who falls to his knees as a result and now tries to crawl away from none other than Robin Brooks. Jackson turns and helps Ryan to his feet, backing away from both Isaac and Robin gripping the chairs in their hands, ready to bash them into the skulls of any Alpha Generation members who approach. Devin pulls Too Mag to his feet as well, all four men backing away from the Project Lost Cause members. Jackson points at Isaac now, appearing irate with his presence.

Jackson: You have no idea what your doing Isaac, your digging your hole even further. You and Robin are next on the list, and there’s nothing either of you can do about it.

Still seething, the Alpha Generation back up slowly, Too Magnificent and Ryan getting to their feet and appearing to be in pain from the chair shots. Robin turns between Creed and Hurse, checking on both men’s conditions while Isaac just glares at the Alpha Generation in anger, chair gripped tightly within his hands.


DESOLATION VS. ANDREW MAY


”She is my Sin” by Nightwish hits the PA system to a loud murmur from the crowd. Through the curtains strolls Andrew May, arms extended to his sides and spinning in circles. He steps through some fog and some laser lights as he rushes down the ramp quickly. He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, hoping up and down and looking all pumped up for this contest.

Douglas: Man, so much action going on in the backstage area. Project Lost Cause finally standing up against the Alpha Generation. But we must move on here to the main event ladies and gentlemen. And as you can see, Andrew May, this young, but talented rookie is ready for in ring competition.

Mayne: Ready may be a huge exaggeration Dan. Nothing can prepare you for a match against Desolation.

Dan: Truer words may never have been spoken. This is going to be a real test for Andrew. The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audiance. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd.

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

Desolation steps up onto the barrier between the upper deck and floor seats, raising one fist into the air with the World title glistening about his waist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him, illuminating his World title belt.

Dan: And here is the man who has gone almost a year undefeated here in the ULW. He’s been on such an impressive roll that I’m doubting anyone can end it, especially Andrew May.

Mayne: Yeah, but the longer he goes on winning matches, the more pressure that develops on his shoulders, and the more people who come out of the woodworks to try to have the liberty of being the person who ends that streak.

Douglas: I’m sorry, but did you just say something smart Billy?

With a loud reaction, mostly consisting of cheers from the crowd, Desolation marches around the ring, looking somewhat apathetic over this impending World title battle. Andrew May steps forward slowly, overlooking the World Heavyweight Champion before he extends his hand outward in the direction of the Dark Man, looking to make a friendly gesture. Desolation approaches and yawns before he reaches out and takes hold of the hand of Andrew, shaking it. Suddenly May slugs Desolation to the other side of the face with a closed fist, backing up with a smirk on his face. The crowd has a mixed reaction, most of the fans looking on in shock while Desolation reaches for his cheek and slowly stares up at Andrew, a slight smirk forming across his face. Andrew is motioning for him to bring it, looking to incite the anger of Desolation, and get him to attack him.

Mayne: Is Andrew on crack? One thing I know, even though I despise Desolation, is that you don’t try to make this man angry.

Douglas: Indeed, but I think Desolation is trying to demonstrate that he’s not going to be backed down, or be fearful of the World Champion.

Billy: I think they call that committing suicide.

Desolation turns towards Andrew and delivers a vicious buzzsaw kick to the back of May’s thigh. The shot causes him to stagger backwards, hopping on one foot and grinding his teeth while he rubs at the back of his leg. He still grits his teeth after the shot before he spins around with his body and connects with a back kick to the gut of Desolation. The blow causes the World Champion to stagger in reverse, reaching for his gut and looking to be in a state of shock from the shot. Andrew suddenly gazes around at the fans with a huge smile on his face, as if in disbelief that he just caused pain to the World Champion. Desolation backs into the corner, his arms falling over the ropes when Andrew rushes across the ring and jumps into the air. He tries to crash into Desolation who gets his hands up, placing them to the chest of May and shoving him off backwards. Andrew lands on his feet and backs up when Desolation rushes out of the corner and throws a slap at his face. Andrew side steps it before Desolation swings around with his other hand for a slap. Andrew ducks that as well while Desolation moves forward, continuing to throw slaps at Andrew that he keeps side stepping and ducking out of the way of, the fans going nuts as a result. Finally Andrew accidently trips onto his back avoiding one of the strikes as Desolation lifts his foot into the air and tries to stomp down at May. Andrew rolls out of the way of his boot until Desolation goes to stomp him with his other foot. Andrew gets out of the way of that stomp as well. Desolation growing a tad bit frustrated as he tries to stomp at him again only for May to roll out of his foot’s path. Andrew now scoots between the legs of Desolation across his back before launching his foot into the air, straight into the posterior of the Champion.

Desolation staggers forward as Andrew rushes to his feet, still looking shocked that he’s avoided the signature strikes of the Dark Man thus far. Desolation doesn’t look to be in a good mood tonight as he turns towards Andrew, who rushes forward and throws a fist only to have it blocked. He throws a left now and has that blocked as well before Desolation tries for his own right hand. Andrew avoids it as Desolation goes for another fist shot only for May to step out of the way of that as well. Finally Desolation places his hands to the chest of Andrew and pushes him off backwards into the turnbuckle. Andrew hits it hard as Desolation comes charging in only for May to get his feet up. Desolation blocks the boots from striking his chest, but getting his arms up between his sternum and the feet, but Andrew pushes off with his legs. The shot causes Desolation to crash into the canvas and roll over in reverse onto his feet as Andrew comes rushing out of the corner. Desolation runs forward and drops down into a quick front dropkick only for Andrew to spring into the air and avoid it, flipping forward and rolling across the canvas on his back. Both men rush to their feet and now find themselves in a stand off, the crowd going absolutely insane over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Wow, just wow. Desolation and Andrew May avoiding one another’s strikes in the opening moments of this match, what fast paced action.

Mayne: I’ve never seen anyone avoid Desolation’s strikes like that before. But I think it’s only further agitating the Champion.

Andrew is wiping sweat from his head, looking proud that he avoided all these strikes from Desolation. Finally the World Champion steps towards Andrew, both men extending their hands outward and interlocking them with one another. They are caught up in a test of strength with one another now, Desolation immediately forcing his arms downward and twisting at his wrists. Andrew stomps his feet and tries to escape the hold while he’s backed up in the direction of the corner. Andrew suddenly jumps into the air though, placing his feet to the gut of Desolation going for a monkey flip out of the test of strength position. Desolation reaches down with his arms though, sticking them under the thighs of Andrew and pushing them up into the air, causing May to flip over backwards. He lands on his feet with both men’s hands still interlocked with one another in the test of strength, the crowd reacting with a huge ovation. Desolation goes for a forearm strike with their hands still tied up, but Andrew avoids it, just like the second elbow strike attempt as both men back towards the turnbuckle. Finally Desolation falls onto his back, sticking his feet up and placing them to the gut of Andrew. He pulls him forward with their hands interlocked, pushing Andrew up into the air with his legs. He keeps him there, May elevated into the air by his feet.

Desolation pushes off with his leg strength though, shoving him off back first into the turnbuckle. He lands on his feet and leans spine first against the corner while Desolation rises to his knees. Andrew glances quickly around at the fans before stepping forward and going for a huge buzzsaw kick to the side of Desolation. He blocks the shot though as Andrew goes for a kick to the other side of his body, only to have it blocked as well by the World Champion. Andrew looks shocked as he steps forward and goes a kick to his sternum only to have the Dark Man catch hold of his leg, wrapping his arms around it and falling back. He connects with a dragon screw that flips Andrew over sideways and sends him crashing into the canvas.

Desolation turns, holding onto the leg of the seated Andrew, who is staring straight at the World Champion. He lifts his free leg into the air and goes for a swinging shin kick to the skull of Desolation, who ducks his head under it. Desolation jumps to his feet as Andrew swings around with his other foot, going for a back kick at his gut. Desolation steps back out of the way of it as Andrew lowers his leg and gets to both knees, with his side facing the standing World Champion. Without warning Desolation steps in and blasts the hell out of Andrew’s sternum with a disturbing buzzsaw kick, so stiff it almost cracks his chest. Andrew flips over backwards, crashing into the canvas on the back of his head and then falling over onto his gut and stomach. Andrew tries to get back to his knees, still holding his sternum when Desolation begins to step in, going for another brutal kick to his chest. May swings around with his body though and connects with a leg sweep to the back of Desolation’s other shin, causing him to crash onto his back immediately. Andrew rises to his feet and jumps over Desolation, charging into the ropes and jumping onto the middle one, springing off in reverse into a huge moonsault straight on top of the World Champion. The crowd is shocked as he hooks the leg of Desolation.

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Douglas: I cannot believe this one ladies and gentlemen, Andrew May is showing why he’s here in the ULW, and he’s demonstrating it by going toe to toe with Desolation.

Mayne: He was thrown into the skillet, and like grease he’s trying to pop out.

Dan: I agree....wait, what!?!

Billy: I don’t know, but I’m suddenly hungry.

Desolation rushes to his feet as Andrew steps in and pops him to the jaw with a forearm strike, then connects with a knife edge chop to his sternum. The Champion staggers in reverse as Andrew chops him hard again and then spins around into a roaring forearm strike to his jaw. Desolation is backed into the corner as Andrew takes him by the wrist and whips him straight across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Desolation reverses the whip though, instead sending Andrew charging into the corner and then following him in. May turns at the last second and jumps backwards onto the turnbuckle, landing feet first on the second rope and then jumping off at the approaching Desolation. He catches him around the back of the head and pulls him down into a jumping reverse neckbreaker. The crowd once again finds themselves shocked as Desolation pops up onto his seat, reaching for the back of his neck. Andrew quickly scrambles into the cover.

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Desolation gets his shoulder up and tries to rise to his feet while May gets to his feet. The rookie steps in and blasts Desolation to the chest with a hard kick, much like the type he uses frequently. Andrew takes hold of Desolation’s hair and drags him to his feet before headbunting him to the skull and then delivering a huge chop to his chest once more. Andrew grabs Desolation by the wrist and whips him across the ring only for the Dark Man to turn and stop in the center of the ring. He pulls Andrew forward and throws him up into the air as May ends up landing on top of his shoulders. Desolation places his hands to the back of Andrew’s thighs and shoves him off backwards into a reverse flip. May lands on his feet though in front of Desolation who drops into a sideways roll and immediately connects with a wheel barrow kick of the stiffest variety. May is taken down to the canvas, flopping up and down on the ring as a result of the collision while Desolation gets to his knees, appearing somewhat exhausted from this fast paced, intense action. He rises to his feet and grabs Andrew by the hair, obviously May looks primed for a pin, but the Dark Man doesn’t seem to be through with him as of yet. Desolation forces Andrew up to his feet and hits an insanely stiff chop to his sternum before taking hold of his wrist and whipping him straight into the turnbuckle behind him. Andrew hits the corner back first when Desolation slaps his leg and then rushes across the ring, lifting his foot into the air, ready to go for a boot to Andrew’s face. Andrew steps forward out of the corner though and bends forward, catching Desolation against his shoulders as he comes in, hoisting him into the air with a fireman’s carry. He swings Desolation around now and delivers a huge jaw breaker right on top fo his knee from an F5 position. Desolation stands up straight from the strike and backs up into the ropes when Andrew turns around and rushes across the ring quickly. Desolation bends forward and catches him against his shoulder though, elevating him into the air and trying to back drop him over the cables to the outside. May reaches out and catches the top rope though, landing feet first on the apron when Desolation turns to face him. Andrew bends forward and goes for a shoulder strike to the gut of Desolation who side steps it though and now delivers a truly brutal kick upward into the chest of Andrew. The strike causes May to tumble through the ropes and onto his back upon the apron, appearing absolutely out cold.

He tries to pull himself up to his feet slowly, holding his forehead when Desolation rushes across the ring and unleashes a loud roar as he dives forward with a huge front dropkick through the cables to the chest of May. Andrew is sent flying off the apron back first into the barricade. He bounces off and rolls across the mats, looking out cold after the incredibly brutal dropkick.

Douglas: Ohhh my God, Desolation may have just broken the ribs of Andrew May and possibly even seriously hurt his spine with that impact from the viciously stiff dropkick.

Mayne: Well, that’s why you don’t piss off Desolation, if you enjoy having a length life span.

Desolation slides through the ropes and approaches Andrew, who can barely move it seems as the Champion gives him no time to recuperate his battered frame. He grabs the hair of May and sits him up, pushing him back first against the barricade, sitting him up before stepping in and delivering a brutal buzzsaw kick directly to his sternum. The shot is incredibly stiff and causes May’s entire body to cringe from the impact, shouting at the top of his lungs. An “oh” is heard from the crowd as Desolation sinks his fingers into the hair of Andrew and forces him up to his feet, dragging his almost lifeless body towards the ring. He pulls the head of May in reverse and slams him face first into the apron brutally, the shot almost knocking him off of his feet before he’s rolled into the ring by the World Champion. Andrew can barely push himself up into even a crawling base as Desolation slides into the ring and storms towards him quickly. He clamps his arm around the neck of May before forcing him to his feet and dropping back into a quick suplex. Andrew is driven hard into the canvas before Desolation rolls over sideways, pulling May with him in the facelock still. Both men get to their feet as Desolation reaches out, hooking the leg of Andrew and then falling sideways, connecting with a windmill fisherman suplex. The body of May is driven violently into the canvas before he sits up, a dazed glint in his eyes.

Desolation gets to his knees and grabs the shoulder of May, pulling him down onto his spine and falling into the cover.

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Andrew shoots his shoulder from the canvas at the last second. He turns on his side slowly, his eyes glazed over while Desolation grabs him around the jaw and rolls him onto his knees. While he is in a kneeling base Desolation connects with a headbunt to his skull and then delivers a stiff knife edge chop to his sternum. The arms of Andrew flail as the Dark Man takes him by the hair and yanks him up to his feet. He is still holding him by the bangs, as he pulls his head downward, his face directed at the canvas. Desolation lifts his foot and delivers a stiff upward shin kick directly to his face, the sound echoing throughout the arena. Andrew almost tumbles to the canvas before Desolation takes him around the neck, snapmaring him over seat first onto the canvas and then stepping in and delivering a devastating kick directly to his upper back. Andrew roars at the top of his lungs from the stiff shot as Desolation takes him around the jaw and pulls him to his feet. He turns May to stare at him and whips the young star quickly across the ring into the ropes behind his back. Andrew hits the ropes and comes back in when Desolation catches him in a tilt a whirl. Andrew swings around in mid air though and surprisingly catches Desolation around the neck, falling back in mid-air into a huge DDT, planting the skull of the World Champion directly into the canvas. Desolation bounces off and falls onto his back while Andrew lays on the canvas, motionless, both men exhausted by the brutality and pace of this contest.

Mayne: A brilliant counter by Andrew May, hitting a blockbuster DDT on Desolation that caught the World Champion completely out of nowhere.

Douglas: This young rookie is proving a whole hell of a lot to us tonight. I’ve got infinite respect for this young man, and I’m sure Desolation has to as well, after all the punishment he’s absorbed in this tremendous battle.

Andrew starts to rise to his feet, his body covered in sweat, breathing heavily after what has been an intense contest. Desolation begins to force himself upright, his body aching as Andrew steps in and pops him to the jaw with a fist, then does it once again, beginning to wear the Champion down. He spins around now and connects with a roaring elbow to the jaw of Desolation as well, almost taking him down out of a kneeling base. Andrew turns and rushes into the cables once more, bouncing off and coming back in at Desolation who suddenly stands up and catches him with both hands to his chest and stomach. He tosses him up into the air and then turns his body, catching Andrew on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He tries to push him around allowing, Andrew to hang upside down over his back, reaching behind his spine and wrapping his arm around the neck of May. He seems ready to connect with the Brand X (Kyrptonite Krunch). Andrew begins to fight it though, pushing his upper body towards the head of Desolation and locking his arms around one of the Dark Man’s. He uses his legs to hook around the other arm, falling towards the canvas and pulling Desolation over into a crucifix pin.

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Desolation kicks out of the crucifix counter within seconds of being pinned. Both men rush one another to their feet now, but as Desolation comes charging in at Andrew he catches the Dark Man and pulls him down quickly into a small package, the crowd screaming.

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Desolation gets his shoulder off the canvas once more, freeing himself from the small package and then rushing to his feet. As he does, he rushes at Andrew with a lariat, May ducking it and getting behind the World Champion. He hooks both of his arms from behind and falls to his knees, pulling Desolation over backwards onto his shoulders with a quick back slide.

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Once again the Dark Man kicks out, rolling in reverse onto his knees. He immediately reaches out and wraps his arm around the neck of Andrew, pulling him up to his feet and then dropping back into a huge DDT. The impact plants Andrew across the top of his head directly into the canvas, his entire body standing on top of his noggin. He falls over onto his back after the impact, with Desolation keeping his arm wrapped around the neck of May. He rolls over sideways, pulling Andrew with him throughout the process. He drags May up to his feet, still holding him in the front gantry before reaching out and hooking his leg once more. He hoists Andrew into the air and holds him in a fireman’s carry, with the leg hooked in a fisherman position. The intense World Champion turns his side towards the turnbuckle and charges at, driving the top of May’s head into the corner violently and causing him to spill over the ropes to the outside of the ring as Desolation releases him. Andrew crashes over the cables and onto the apron, wrapping his arms around his head and grinding his teeth in anguish.

Mayne: Oh, Andrew with several nearfall attempts there on Desolation, and as a result the Dark Man almost kills him again. When will this young man learn his lesson already?

Douglas: He’s not giving in, just like Desolation, even after the brutality that both of these individuals have suffered throughout this prolonged encounter. What a main event to kick start 2007. Much better than Rosie O”Donal vs. Donald Trump.

Billy: Please never mention that again. I’m sure it’s covered entirely in Wrestlecrap already.

Andrew remains spread across the apron, gripping the back of his neck while he tries to pull himself to his feet utilizing the cables. His body looks ravaged with pain while Desolation turns around to face him, quite exhausted after everything he’s gone through in the course of this match. He reaches over the ropes and wraps his arm around the neck of Andrew, before reaching out with his hand as well, grabbing him by the belt line. He hoists Andrew up into the air, holding him upside down in a suplex position before May floats over and lands on his feet behind the Dark Man. He immediately reaches out and wraps his arms around the waist of Desolation, placing him in a German position it appears. Desolation grabs the arms though and pries them apart from his waist before sliding back first down the chest and stomach of Andrew. He falls onto his spine and lifts his legs into the air, placing them under the armpits of May and pulling him over forward into a roll up pinfall.

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Andrew gets his shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time, the World Champion rising to his knees with wide eyes, in disbelief that he still hasn’t finished off this tough young rookie. Desolation grabs Andrew by the hair and forces him up to his feet before slugging him to the side of the face with a forearm, and then drilling him to the skull with a headbunt. Andrew backs up into the corner as Desolation begins to follow him in now. Andrew steps forward and plants a knee into the gut of Desolation though, bending him forward from the strike. Andrew then kicks upwards into the chest of Desolation hard, causing him to stand up straight in pain. Finally Andrew pulls himself up in reverse onto the turnbuckle in front of the Dark Man, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into a front gantry. He steps up the corner backwards, setting up for what looks like the tornado DDT. He quickly jumps off the corner and swings around into a huge DDT only for Desolation to shove him off in mid-air. Andrew flies off the gantry and lands feet first on the canvas in front of Desolation, who still has his back aimed in the direction of the turnbuckle.

Andrew quickly charges in and jumps into the air when Desolation reaches out and places his hands to the back of his thighs, shoving him over his head and into the corner. Andrew lands feet first on the second rope and scrambles up the corner before hoping off and turning in mid-air. Desolation spins around to face him when he’s caught around the head, Andrew pulling him around into a huge tornado DDT. The skull of the Champion is planted hard into the canvas as he flips over onto his seat, looking incredibly dazed.

Douglas: What a high impact DDT by Andrew May on the World Champion! Will that surprise counter be enough to get this rookie the win?

Mayne: That would certainly be a welcomed shock.

Andrew crawls into the cover, damaged body and all as he falls onto Desolation, hooking the Champion’s leg.

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Desolation kicks out to the shock of Andrew May, who sits up, tears almost caught in his eyes over the fact that he came so close, yet still couldn’t put the Champion away. He rises to his feet at an agonizing pace before moving towards Desolation and grabbing him by the back of the head. He pulls him to his feet before slugging him to the side of the face with a forearm strike and now takes hold of his wrist. He backs him up into the ropes and whips him off across the ring quickly, Desolation charging into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in when Andrew bends forward and rushes across the ring for the Zinedine Zidane (Running Headbunt to sternum). Right as he is about to connect though, Desolation side steps him and delivers an absolutely unbelievably stiff buzzsaw kick straight to his head. The shot causes the crowd to cringe and scream and for Andrew to stand up with a very dazed expression on his face. While he stands there looking incoherent, Desolation turns around and grabs him by the back of the hair, pulling him into his shoulders and standing up. He catches him around the back of the neck before charging forward and jumping into the air, coming down with the skull of Andrew crashing hard into the canvas while he hung over the spine of the World Champion. Andrew bounces off the ring onto his seat and falls onto his back, the crowd shocked at the sight of the Brand X as Desolation crawls into the cover and hooks his leg.

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Douglas: Desolation got him, he beat Andrew with the Brand X!

Mayne: Yawn.

The crowd is going nuts, putting their hands together while a sweaty Desolation rises to his knees, trying to catch his breath after this unbelievable battle. He stands up, staring down at Andrew who is a crumbled mess on the canvas, completely unconscious after being planted on his head by the Champion. A somewhat surprised expression resides within the eyes of Desolation as he stands over the young man and shakes his head repeatedly.

Douglas: I think Andrew May proved something to Desolation tonight ladies and gentlemen. On several occasions there it almost looked as if May was going to score a win over the World Heavyweight Champion himself.

Mayne: He came close, but if your not the winner, you’re the loser.

Dan: Can you please not state the obvious every other line?

Desolation is handed the World Heavyweight title belt by the official which he thrusts over his shoulder, still staring down at Andrew, who finally begins to stir. Suddenly the crowd begins screaming as Too Magnificent slides into the ring behind Desolation, rushing to his feet and charging in quickly. The Champion turns with his belt though and smacks Too Magnificent straight in the skull with it, knocking him hard down to the canvas and causing the crowd to change its tune. Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills and Jackson Adams are also sliding into the ring now around the World Champion.

Mayne: Now the real fun is about to begin!

Douglas: The Alpha Generation rushing the ring! Going after the World Champion in an outrageous, albeit predictable manner.

As Jackson comes rushing in Desolation turns to take him out with a blistering kick directly under the jaw. The superkick knocks Adams from his feet and sends him hurling into the canvas spine first. He rolls across it holding his jaw while Desolation turns and takes down Ryan Mills coming in with a lariat, knocking him hard to the canvas. Desolation spins around in circle with the World title clutched tightly in hand, finding himself staring straight into the face of Devin Hawk, standing on the apron. Devin turns his head back and forth to look out over the fans, then right back into the eyes of the World Champion, who seems to be baiting him to come into the ring now. Desolation clutches the gold in one hand, holding it out to his side while he lifts his other finger into the air, motioning for Devin to bring it on. Hawk seems to be weighting his options from the apron when suddenly a steel chair cracks hard over the back of Desolation. The fans are absolutely furious at the sight of Orlando Cruze standing behind the Dark Man. Desolation drops the World title to the canvas, arching his back and turning slowly in the direction of Cruze who has thrown down the dented steel mess. As soon as the Champion faces, Cruze, his former protegee places his arm across the chest of Desolation and lifts him into a devastating rock bottom. Desolation is driven hard into the canvas as he now begins to convulse upon the canvas, Cruze rising to his feet and appearing very happy with himself. He fixes the collar of his shirt and keeps his eyes locked on the down Desolation while grinning smugly.

Douglas: Come on dammit, Orlando Cruze just laid out Desolation with a Rock Bottom. That no good son of a bitch!

Mayne: Yeah, we know what you think of Cruze’s attacks on Desolation, seeing as constantly repeat the same redundant insults directed at him. But Desolation had this coming Dan, he had this coming, Cruze deserved retribution, and he got a small taste of it tonight.

Orlando backs away from Desolation while the Alpha Generation members get to their feet. Finally Cruze extends his arms out and points down at Andrew, letting them pick his bones. Devin quickly enters the ring now and steps towards Desolation, beginning to stomp away at him repeatedly. The fans are irate at the sight of this as Jackson, Ryan and Too Magnificent all move in as well, beginning to lay into him with stomping blows repeatedly. Desolation can’t defend himself after the chair shot and Rock Bottom, convulsing on the canvas under the onslaught of stomps before the crowd starts to go nuts. From the backstage area now rushes Project Lost Cause, Isaac Saine, Robin Brooks, a battered Hurse, and an equally as brutalized Nathan Creed all rushing towards the squared circle.

Douglas: It’s Project Lost Cause coming out here to the rescue!

Mayne: Damn do gooders, why don’t they just rename themselves the fucking Justice League?

The crowd is going nuts as the quartet slides into the ring, the Alpha Generation finally turning to spot them. Nathan steps straight up to the injured Adams and while holding his ribs, chops him hard across the chest. The shot takes Adams down to the canvas while Isaac steps towards Too Magnificent and grabs him by the hair, delivering a hard shot to his skull with his steel mask in the form of a headbunt. Too Mag is backed up as Isaac steps in reverse and charges into a clothesline on the big man, taking him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Hurse steps in and begins to drill Devin Hawk to the jaw repeatedly, backing him up slowly from the blows to the center of the squared circle. Devin steps forward and catches him with a knee to the gut though, backing the Submission Champion up into the cables before Hawk spins around and rushes at him with a big boot. Hurse steps out of the way though and causes Devin to rack himself, testicles first across the top rope before howling in pain and tumbling to the outside. Robin is being drilled to the face repeatedly by Ryan before he takes her down with a hard lariat to the canvas. He now grabs the steel chair off the canvas that Orlando used before turning to face Brooks. He lifts the steel in front of him when Robin stand sup and superkicks the chair hard straight into his face. The impact sends Ryan spiraling backwards and spilling through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The entire arena is going nuts as the Alpha Generation has been cleared from the ring, all with the exception of Jackson Adams.

Nathan takes Jackson down with a fist to his face before turning to face Devin on the outside of the ring. He bolts across the squared circle and dives through the ropes, straight at Hawk, taking him down with a flying suicide dive headbunt. The two crash hard to the mats while Isaac steps towards the ropes and grabs the top one, pulling himself over with a twisting pancha right on top of Too Magnificent, the crowd going nuts as both men spill to the outside mats.

Mayne: Dammit, this isn’t right, the Alpha Generation were caught off guard by Project Lost Cause!

Douglas: That they were, and now PLC have the advantage over the Alpha Generation in this scrimmage. They’re making the Alpha Generation pay for their actions throughout the year!

The crowd is still going nuts as Hurse and Robin now interlock hands, waiting for Jackson to stand up. As he does, his back hits the ropes and Hurse and Robin rush across the ring, hitting a double lariat that takes the former Livewire Champion over the ropes and sends him crashing to the outside mats. Everyone in the arena is standing tall and rejoicing as the Alpha Generation has completely been cleared from the ring. Orlando is watching from the top of the ramp now, shaking his head and appearing disgusted by what he’s seeing as Hurse steps towards Desolation, who is struggling to get to his feet. He takes hold of the arm of the World Champion, helping him up before Desolation shoves him off violently in reverse. The crowd now has a mixed reaction as Desolation steps back, overlooking a shocked Hurse.

Desolation: I said I didn’t need your fucking help! Leave me alone, dammit.

Desolation gives Hurse a shrewd stare as he steps away holding his back. He slides through the ropes and onto the apron, staring hard at a confused Hurse, and now Robin, while the violence on the outside of the ring continues.

Douglas: All this craziness around ringside, and now Desolation is basically spitting in Hurse’s face, saying he never needed his help. What an insane way to kick start 2007. Is this a sign of things to come?

Mayne: I think it is, I think we’re in store for a hell of a lot more violence in the new year Dan.

Dan: Next week, Weapon’s Lair qualifier, Hurse vs. Nathan Creed. Join us for what should be another spectacular night!

Desolation turns from Hurse and now stares straight up the ramp into the eyes of Orlando, who has a half grin cutting across his face, nodding his head arrogantly. The Champion slowly, symbolically raises his World title so that Orlando can get a very good glance at it.

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