NO EXCEPTIONS
The fans are absolutely going insane as the camera opens immediately in the center of the ring, none other than Annihilation General Manager, AWOL standing tall within it. He is adorned in a very expensive suit for this occasion, with the lack of a tie however, but does wear an extremely serious expression on his face. His eyes cast out over the crowd which is screaming, everyone overly excited for the impending action that is about to take place on Annihilation.
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Annihilation, and as you can see we’re starting right off the bat with the GM, AWOL. We’re pulling absolutely no punches this evening.
Billy Mayne: How can you say that when we’re starting off the show with another gabfest, especially a gabfest from somebody the likes of AWOL?
Dan: Well, we’ve got a lot scheduled for tonight, Billy. Including a Weapon’s Lair Qualifier, a 6 man tag war, and Chapel will be here to promote the release of his new DVD. We haven’t seen Chapel in a ULW ring since before Retribution.
The crowd is still buzzing as AWOL turns his head back and forth, nodding at the crowd with a microphone hanging from the palm of his hand. He slowly lifts it to his lips with a trace of eagerness.
AWOL: Well, I know what you fans want, or at least I think I do, and its definitely not me standing out here starting off the show with twenty minutes of straight up dialogue. If your looking for the figurehead of a wrestling company stealing airtime shamelessly and tooting his own horn to no ends, I suggest you flip the channel to the USA network. I’m here to make one announcement, and one announcement alone. And it goes out to two groups of individuals who need to be addressed before this program commences. Two warring factions who will not ruin this telecast tonight. Guys in the truck, give us the feed to the Alpha Generation’s and Project Lost Cause’s dressing rooms, and do it now.
The camera switches abruptly to the titontron where immediately a split screen appears, one side showcases Nathan Creed, Robin Brooks, Isaac Saine and Hurse, standing around in the lockeroom, staring into the camera, and the other side features Devin Hawk, Jackson Adams, Ryan Mills and Too Magnificent. The Alpha Generation appear nonchalant and amused by all of this as they reside within their private dressing room.
Mayne: What is this all about?
Douglas: I don’t have a clue, but this is certainly an interesting way to kick off the show.
Billy: Quit kissing AWOL’s ass, it’s shameless.
The crowd is erupting at the sight of both stables on opposite sides of the screen on the titontron, all of them looking rather confused it seems. AWOL marches back and forth, fixing the collar of his white jacket before speaking in a very deep tone into the microphone.
AWOL: Project Lost Cause, Alpha Generation, I’ve arranged this little get together via cameras to keep any physical violence from being incited. As is entirely the point of this face off.
Grins form on the faces of the Alpha Generation, finding themselves chuckling at the prospect, while Robin and Creed seem quite intrigued, as does Isaac. Hurse hangs in the back, giving his former teammate now GM, an indifferent glare.
AWOL: As you know tonight we’re slated to witness the clash of Nathan Creed versus Hurse in a Weapon’s Lair qualifying match...
Slowly Hurse and Creed finding themselves glancing at one another from across the small room.
AWOL: Plus, we’ve got Isaac Saine teaming with the World Heavyweight Champion Desolation, and the Number One Contender Silencer, tonight as part of a 6 man tag team war, against the Alpha Generation.
Jackson pats Devin and Too Magnificent on their shoulders, then gives Ryan a thumbs up from across the room, the Alpha Generation obviously pumped for the tag match later tonight.
AWOL: Therefore, with so many matches with big repercussions on the line tonight, I’ve decided that I am going to ban all physical interaction between the Alpha Generation, and Project Lost Cause with the exception of the 6 man tag.
A huge response is heard from the crowd as confused expressions befall the faces of everyone appearing on the titontron, both groups.
AWOL: On top of that, if there is any interference, by either the Alpha Generation, or Project Lost Cause in tonight’s main event Weapon’s Lair Qualifier, then the person who steps foot in that ring as a member of either group, will be fired on the spot!
Another loud response is heard from the crowd as Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills, Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent all turn towards one another in shock.
Jackson: He can’t do that!
Mills: That’s bullshit!
The Project Lost Cause members all glance around at one another though and shrug their shoulders, seemingly not having a problem whatsoever with this announcement, in fact they seem to be highly pleased with it. The Alpha Generation however, continue arguing amongst themselves over AWOL trying to control them.
AWOL: With that out of the way, I only got one more thing to say. If either of you groups try to make this show anything but smooth sailing, you will not like the repercussions.
The camera zooms in on the twisted, frightful features of AWOL, leaning against the ropes and staring with great determination into the titontron.
ANNIHILATION
JOHN TORRETTO VS. AURORA ROSE
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. John and Helaina walk methodically towards the ring. John helps Helaina onto the apron, and she ducks underneath the second rope. John leaps from the floor to the apron and ducks between the second and third ropes. He walks to the center of the ring and strikes a crucifix pose while Helaina stands next to John running her hand over his chest while looking at him lustfully.
Dan: Welcome live to Annihilation ladies and gentlemen, and what a bombshell dropped right from the start of this telecast. AWOL announcing that no members of the Alpha Generation or Project Lost Cause will be permitted to interfere in the main event tonight, or they will be fired.
Billy: Who in the hell does AWOL think he’s dealing with? The Alpha Generation are not going to take this lying down, mark my words. Something will be done about this.
Douglas: Well, prognostications about future events aside for now, let’s concentrate on the impending in ring action, as “The Diamond” John Torretto, occumpanied by his vicious vixen Helania, are seconds away from their first in ring contest against Aurora Rose.
Mayne: All stemming from the physical interaction between the two last week on Annihilation, when Torretto laid out Aurora with a shot from the microphone.
Dan: Well, she’ll have her shot at some retribution here tonight.
Astounded by Tantric now hits the PA system as the crowd rises to its feet, having a mixed reaction for Aurora Rose who strolls through the curtains and onto the stage, her eyes furiously glaring at Torretto in the ring, who is cracking his neck and knuckles in preparation for this impending in ring bout. She jogs down the ramp now rather quickly and hops onto the apron before doing the splits to some cat calls from the fans. She now pulls herself up the ropes and turns her back towards the ring, about to back flip inside when Torretto rushes up behind her. He looks ready to attack her from behind when Aurora flips over the ropes in reverse, her shins landing on the shoulders of John before she lets go of the ropes and pulls him forward with the head scissors. Torretto flies through the cables and turns, smacking into the mats spine first before rolling over onto his knees in shock. As soon as he stands up and turns towards the ring Aurora gets to her feet and grabs the top rope, pulling herself over with a twisting corkscrew crossbody right on top of Torretto, knocking them both down hard to the mats to a huge eruption of cheers.
Billy: And look at this, Aurora starting out absolutely on fire against John Torretto here. Looking limber, which of course I like.
Douglas: That she is, getting the early advantage against Torretto here, who has to be questioning rather he should have went for a behind the back attack.
Mayne: I’d definitely attack her from beh....
Dan: No, stop there.
Torretto tries to get to his feet, looking battered and completely caught off guard when Aurora gets to her feet and drives her forearm into the side of his face, and then does it again, the shots knocking him backwards into the direction of the exposed post. Rose spins around and then rushes in at John again when he bends down, catching her against the thighs and throwing her up into the air over his head. Aurora lands on the apron though and then spins around as John does the same, turning to face her before Rose jumps off and catches him around the neck. The fans erupt as Aurora spins John around and drags him down head first into the mats with a tornado DDT off the apron. The crowd is getting to their feet, going absolutely nuts at the sight of this. Torretto rests on his posterior with an incredibly dazed expression on his face as Aurora grabs him around the neck and rolls him onto his knees, dragging him to his feet and towards the ring. She rolls him under the ropes as Torretto gets to his knees, looking incredibly dazed, Aurora hopping onto the apron and grabbing the top rope. She pulls herself up feet first onto it and then flies off, extending her leg to drop it across the back of Torretto’s head when he stands up and avoids it. Aurora crashes onto her posterior, yelling out in pain before Torretto steps up behind her and delivers a hard karate style shin kick to her upper back. Rose screams out in anguish as John steps in front of her and now swings around and connects with a spinning back heel kick hard right to her face. The crowd groans the impact as Aurora is almost knocked out by the shot, landing on her back. Torretto spins around and drops down on top of her, burying his forearm into her face.
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Rose kicks out quickly, getting onto her posterior before the dazed Torretto places her in a reverse surfboard, grabbing her around the arms and pulling them hard in reverse. Aurora is screaming out in pain but tries to will herself to her feet, Torretto standing up as he attempts to maintain the hold. Suddenly Rose falls on her back though and lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around the neck of Torretto and then doing a hand stand. She pushes herself off the canvas and makes several revolutions, spinning John around again and again before snapping off with the head scissors take down. Torretto flips over, crashing onto his back and appearing stunned as he races to his feet, Aurora doing the same. She rushes into the cables in front of him and bounces off, coming back in and turning in mid-air as she reaches back with her legs, wrapping them around the waist of Torretto. John lowers her down onto the palms of her hands before she pushes herself up with a wheel barrow only to have Torretto push her off and send her swinging around behind his back. She shifts around with her body and wraps her arms around his waist in the process, pulling him over with almost a sunset pinning predicament. She stands up, bending forward with her shoulders to the back of his thighs before she bridges over top of his body, maintaining the pin.
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Torretto reaches up and wraps his arms around the waist of Aurora, pulling her down out of the bridging position and then grunting loudly as he bridges himself and her off the canvas. He then turns around, still holding her around the waist as he gets her in position for the powerbomb. The crowd boos as Torretto hoists her into the air and onto his shoulders only for Aurora to fall back, connecting with the hurricarana to a huge reaction. John flips over, crashing onto his back and appearing absolutely stunned as he rolls onto his knees and tries to force himself to his feet, Aurora rushing into the cables in front of him again and bouncing off as she comes back in. Torretto stands up suddenly and catches her, throwing her extremely high up into the air, Aurora catching tremendous height before she comes crashing straight back down to the canvas across her chest and stomach. S he pops back up onto her knees before Torretto steps forward and jumps over her back, wrapping his arms around her neck and her inner thigh. He pulls her over onto the back of her shoulders.
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Aurora kicks out to a loud reaction from the crowd, everyone going nuts over this fact paced opening match. Aurora immediately rolls over onto her knees and rushes to her feet, taking a step forward before she’s almost decapitated with a lariat from Torretto. The impact sends Aurora into a corkscrew before she crashes onto her back, the crowd putting their hands together.
Douglas: What fast paced action here between Torretto and Aurora Rose, both of these athletes cooking on all cylinders.
Mayne: I’ve never seen action quite this fast paced before.
Torretto stands up, appearing winded already by this high impact, quick wrestling he’s endured as Aurora rolls onto her knees and tries to push herself up onto her feet. As she gets to a crouched position, John rushes in and jumps into the air, connecting with a bicycle kick straight to the side of her face. The shot knocks Rose right back down to the canvas as Torretto stumbles forward, breathing heavily, he turns around and plants his feet as he motions for Aurora to stand up now. She begins to do so, when Torretto steps in and grabs her by the wrist, pulling her straight into his shoulders. He stands up, holding her in a fireman’s carry before pushing her up into the air and then dropping her gut first against one of his knees, hitting a gut buster. Aurora stands up, holding her mid-section while Torretto keeps hold of her wrist, standing up and then pulling her forward straight into another hard lariat that takes her back down to the canvas with a violent collision. Aurora pops up onto her seat after the impact before Torretto scoots up beside her and wraps his arms around her neck, applying the sleeper. He really squeezes at the neck of Aurora with absolutely all of his strength, getting onto his knees behind her as he really cinches in the submission. Rose is gagging for air, trying her best to free herself from the submission while Torretto remains on his knees behind her, trying to do nothing short of break her neck it appears.
Mayne: Torretto doing the smart thing and slowing this match down, keeping Aurora grounded.
Douglas: He’s given her some stiff lariats to that throat, and it may have been enough now to finally wear her down and force the submission with this picture perfect sleeper hold.
Torretto is still applying the submission but Aurora begins to fight her way up to her feet, grinding her teeth and struggling through the pain. Suddenly she gets to her feet with John still holding onto the submission before she bends forward and gets behind his back, causing Torretto to hunch over. She now locks her arm around his neck, pointing at the ropes in front of her, motioning for the Sinful Deed (Stratusfaction). She begins to rush forward when John shoves her off though, straight into the cables. Instead she jumps onto the middle rope and springs off before turning around in mid-air and landing on the shoulders of Torretto. He drops to his knees though and powerbombs her brutally down to the canvas across her back, folding her up like an accordion and leaning down shoulders first into the back of her thighs.
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Aurora kicks out, dropping over onto her side in the process while Torretto appears to be growing inf rustration. He stands up and grabs her by the hair, forcing her up onto her knees and then to her feet, pulling her forward into his shoulders again. He has her in the fireman’s carry again before pushing her around quickly. Without warning though, Aurora pushes herself off the shoulders of Torretto and into a position where she’s sitting on top of them, right in front of John’s face. She drops back into a quick pinning hurricarana, holding onto the back of his legs.
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No! Torretto barely gets his shoulder off the canvas, falling onto his side throughout the process. Aurora can barely stand as she begins to force herself to her feet. She turns towards Torretto and slaps him across the side of the face with a closed fist, and then does it again, almost knocking him down to the canvas. John barely remains upright with each shot before Aurora charges across the ring and bounces off the cables, coming back in at Torretto who stands up and turns his back towards Rose. He catches her under his arm and lifts her for the side slam. Rose swings around out of the side slam position though, wrapping her legs around the neck of Torretto, going for a leg scissors. However Torretto places his hands to the gut of Aurora holding her up before he drops onto his posterior, planting Rose face first into the canvas. The crowd groans as a result of the collision before John rolls over sideways, pushing Rose onto her back and pulling up on her legs as he sits on her chest, going for the pinfall.
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Aurora rolls back though, pushing Torretto over onto the back of his shoulders while she now sits on his chest, holding down the back of his legs. Helania is screaming on the outside.
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Torretto kicks out, appearing stunned as Rose falls to her hands and knees. She stands up and grabs the arm of Torretto now while he was trying to force himself up to his feet. She swings around under the arm and gets behind it, trying to apply the Fujiwara before Torretto reaches back with his arm and wraps it around her gut. He stands up and drops her down hard with a side slam, planting her hard spine first into the canvas. The crowd screams with anger as a result of the collision.
Douglas: Torretto with a hard side slam on Aurora!
Mayne: Yes, he's got the advantage still. Keep pressing the issue John, keep on pressing the issue! Don't let that lousy minx up for any reason.
Torretto rises to his feet in an exhausted state before he rushes into the ropes at her side, bouncing off and coming back in. He jumps into the air with a frog elbow, planting it directly into the throat of Rose, who sits up immediately and starts gagging. As she turns away from him, Torretto scoots on his knees behind her back, locking his arms around her throat, applying the sleeper hold. Aurora begins to gag with sweat racing down her features, Torretto squeezing his arms around her throat as tightly as possible. Rose tries to pry the arms away from her throat in pain while John now changes the submission up, instead applying the cobra clutch now, using the arm of Aurora to dig into her throat and cut off the air.
Many of the fans are surprisingly on their feet, rallying behind Aurora, trying to get behind her to the best of their abilities, to will her up onto her feet. Torretto shakes his head, refusing to allow her to do so. He grinds his teeth against one another, grunting in anger as he really tries his best to force the submission. Aurora will not give in though, she will not tap out as she begins to force herself upwards, trying to get to her feet to the best of her abilities. The crowd is still growing in support behind her, further developing Aurora's momentum as she finally rises to her feet with the cobra clutch still maintained. Suddenly Torretto hoists Aurora into the air and turns her, dragging her down back first across his knee with the cobra clutch back breaker. The crowd reacts with shock as Aurora remains spread over the knee of Torretto, who is still holding her in the cobra clutch submission. Rose however, refuses to acknowledge the pain coursing through her small frame, to give into this horrid trauma. Torretto yells at her to tap out, while Helania is doing the same on the outside of the ring, smacking the apron and screaming in fury. Aurora's face is growing a bright shade of pink now as John maintains the hold with every ounce of strength that remains in his body.
Douglas: Aurora Rose might have to submit here Billy, she can't withstand much more of this pain. She's being completely suffocated with this camel clutch.
Mayne: He's showing some real male superiority in there.
Douglas: How often does your wife have to cover up her bruises Billy?
Mayne: Ha, show what you know, I'm not married.
Dan: And you never will be.
Rose is sweating profusely as it Torretto, who is still trying his best to keep the submission locked in. Both athletes grit their teeth in this punishing exchange before Aurora shoots her foot into the air. She kicks Torretto to the side of the head, and then does it again while stretched over his knee. The shots begin to weaken Aurora enough to slide her head free from the cobra clutch and get behind his back. She steps in holding her back and jumping into the air, connecting with an enzguari to the back of John's head. The shot knocks him forward and down to the canvas across his chest and stomach. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of this while Torretto tries to push himself into a crawling base. Aurora quickly steps in, and steps on top of the back of Torretto though, jumping into the air and flipping over backwards, connecting with a moonsault right off his back, and landing straight on top of it. John roars in pain as he falls onto his side, reaching for his spine, Rose rolling away from him.
Rose gets to her feet slowly, looking absolutely exhausted while John does the same. Both of them can barely stand after this brutal exchange. As they rise though, Torretto jumps into the air and swings around with his legs, going for a cross kick that Rose ducks under. She gets behind his back and jumps into the air, landing on top of his shoulders as she sets for a reverse hurricarana. Torretto places his hands to the back of her thighs though and shoves her up and over his head. This causes Aurora to land on her feet in front of John who bends forward and buries his shoulder into her spine. He now hoists Aurora into the air for the back drop suplex when Rose flips over and lands on her feet behind him.
She now grabs him around the neck, placing him in a side headlock before once again pointing straight at the cables, signaling for the Sinful Deed. The crowd starts to go nuts as she rushes at the cables and steps up them, when all of a sudden Helania jumps onto the apron and pushes her legs away from the ropes. This causes Aurora to fall throat first into the ropes bouncing off as the official spots this and immediately turns, calling for the bell.
Douglas: Wait a minute, it looks like Toretto has been disqualified thanks to Helania’s actions!
Mayne: What was she thinking? Torretto had this match completely in hand.
Dan: Are you kidding me? Aurora was just about to seal his fait with the Sinful Deed!
Aurora backs up, holding her throat when Torretto rushes up behind her and delivers a forearm to her upper back, knocking her down hard to the canvas. She rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes now with the fans booing furiously, John appearing ever intense and an angry over what just happened. Helania is yelling at Aurora on the outside before she turns towards the time keeper and takes their microphone straight out of their hand, approaching the squared circle quickly. She rolls in and hands the mic to a very intense Torretto, turning in circles as he grinds his teeth in anger.
John: Did you see that, did you see that!?! I just made my first example. It doesn’t matter rather I win, or I lose, victories are meaningless when it comes to matches against filthy, crack whores like Aurora Rose, who actually think they have an iota of talent. No, no, the victory isn’t important, what is, is the example, the message that I just sent to this whole lackluster, pathetic roster, hahaha. What started with Aurora tonight, will only continue until the eyes of you puppets in the stands have been opened!
A diabolical grin rests on Torretto’s features before, Megadeath’s the Scorpion hits the PA system, everyone jumping to their feet, going absolutely insane. Through the curtains strolls none other the Icon Orlando Cruze, joined by his lovely lass, Kloe.
Douglas: What in the hell is this? Why is Orlando Cruze coming out here?
EVOLVING
The crowd continues to react loudly as John Toretto stares up the ramp at none other than Orlando Cruze, arm in arm with Kloe. He is wearing some expensive designer shades and a leather vest and pants as he walks arrogantly down the ramp, Kloe giving some of the fans a disgusted look as they make cat calls at her. Toretto and Helania have still not vacated the ring as Orlando rolls under the ropes and into the ring, standing up and putting his foot on the middle cable, holding it down so that Kloe may enter. As she does so, she gets more cat calls from the fans that seem to disgust her so. The two now turn towards Toretto and Helania in the squared circle, neither of the duo backing down from the Icon and his lovely, attractive bride. The two have a long stare down before Toretto merely grins and graciously extends the microphone outward in the direction of Cruze, bowing down somewhat in a mocky manner in order to do so. Cruze snatches the microphone out of his hand, and then turns away, lifting it to his lips. Toretto and Helania exit the ring, stepping onto the apron and taking one last look at the squared circle before smirking and exiting. The Icon strolls around the ring, clutching the mic tightly and wearing a snide grin on his face.
Orlando: So, so, soooo, guess what the ULW booking committee has done again? Guess what AWOL has failed to accomplish for the second straight week? Guess who Desolation is continuing to duck and prevent stepping into the ring with? That’s right, on all foolish accounts, everyone from AWOL, to the booking committee, to that sham of a World Heavyweight Champion, Desolation, have all screwed me out of what I deserve! They’ve all screwed me out of a shot at what should be mine, the World Heavyweight Championship. I’ve asked this question again, and again, and yet I’ve still not received an answer. What is it, that I have to do in order to get my title shot? Who do I have left to beat, who continues to stand in my way of the World Heavyweight title. I’ve beaten everyone, I’ve beaten the best this company has to offer, yet still, still I’m faced with this injustice, with this criminal conspiracy developed to keep me away from the Championship.
Boos are heard from the fans as Orlando makes a face at them and continues. Kloe shouts for everyone to listen up right now.
Cruze: After three years of competing in this company, it’s like I’ve went right back to day one, everyone working together out of spite, out of fear, to keep my belt out of my possession. But unlike back then, unlike in 2004, 2005, and 2006, 2007 is going to be much, much different, because I will no longer tolerate people getting in my way. Let this be a notice to everyone in the lockeroom, everyone in the head office, from the Silencer’s, the Hurse’s, the Desolation’s, to the AWOL’s who hold me under their thumbs, I will not take this lying down. I will rise up and be greater than ever before, and if you don’t want to find yourself broken, battered and brutalized in the center of the ring, I suggest you quit trying to put up hoops for me to jump through, and instead give me my fucking Championship!
More anger is heard and seen from the crowd as Cruze steps back, shaking his head, appearing frustrated with the bookers and the wrestlers who keep stepping in his path to the title.
Mayne: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Orlando has a point.
Douglas: Nothing he says is whatsoever justifiable.
Cruze continues to step back and forth in the ring, his irritation growing.
Cruze: There is no one better than me in the center of this ring, so for Orlando Cruze to be denied a title shot, is downright sacrilegious. Especially after I took the Champion to the limit, after I almost broke his arm in the middle of this ring, after it took a fluke for him to beat the rejuvenated Cruze. I’m not going to bide my time and wait for AWOL to pull his head out of his ass and see me for the talented Champion than I am. I’m not going to sit here patiently while AWOL puts undeserving challengers such as Silencer in title opportunities. Something is going to change, someone’s eyes are going to be opened, and their eyes will be pried apart, will be ripped open by the end of this night!! I will be the number one contender, I will have my rematch! This issue between Desolation and I has been years in the making, and I damn sure will not let it end until I have accomplished my ultimate goal, his destruction, and the return of the gold to my waist!
The notion has Cruze almost frothing at the mouth, shaking violently, at the point of implosion before....
LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The fans suddenly jump to their feet, everyone going absolutely insane as through the curtains strolls none other than Nathan Creed, the new X-Division title draped over his shoulder and a very serious expression on his face. He strolls towards the ring now, looking agitated, very upset with the behavior of Orlando, who turns and spots him before putting on a snide expression.
Mayne: Oh no, not this little do gooder again. I’m getting sick and tired of hearing his pointless little lectures.
Douglas: Nathan again coming out here to confront Cruze. These two have had quite an issue brewing over the past couple of months, with Nathan trying his best to bring back the old Orlando.
Billy: Doesn’t he realize by now that the old Orlando is dead?
Nathan makes his way up the steel stairs now and onto the apron, before stopping and staring into the ring straight at Cruze, the man who’s very soul he seems determined to save. The X-Division Champion slips through the ropes and into the ring with a microphone protruding from the back of his tights, already dressed for in ring competition. He removes the microphone and lifts it to his lips as he steps towards Orlando, who is arrogantly glaring at his former tag team partner and good friend.
Creed: Orlando, I know you’ve got to get tired of me coming out here and lecturing you. But you must realize, I’m just as tired of seeing you come out here and give the same speech about deserving something that you haven’t earned.....
Cruze: Oh big shock! Little old goodie two shoes Nathan Creed interrupting me again with the same sob story no one wants to hear. Your just as predictable as the shitty booking around here.
Nathan: I WASN’T FINISHED!
The fans suddenly start to cheer loudly as Creed steps right up into the face of Cruze, getting nose to nose with him. He trembles in anger while Orlando fails to back down, just puts on a cocky half grin.
Creed: I came here to say something, and dammit I’m going to say it, even if I have to get physical for you to listen to me, just like in that fatal four way last month. For weeks now, I’ve been coming to this ring not for my own good, not to get myself some pointless exposure, but to help you. To help you realize that the path your on is going to lead to your destruction. I’ve been down this road before Cruze, and I burnt so many bridges on the way. I damn near destroyed my chances at ever getting a World title shot again because of my attitude, because of the things that I did to others. Thankfully though, I had someone there, I had a life long friend I could trust show up and show me the error of my ways. He put me back on the right path, and as a result, I started winning titles again, I started to climb back up the ladder to a title shot with some dignity, some respect. I won the Livewire title again, and again, as well as being crowned X-Division title holder, and now I’m even in contention to enter the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia IV for a shot at the World Heavyweight title. I accomplished all of this with class Cruze, I did all these things by believing in myself again, and taking the high road, which the whole world finds far more respectable than bitching and complaining your way back to the top of the mountain. Now, I’m on my way to bigger and brighter......
Cruze: Blah, blah, blah..... just like I said, the same old sob, inspirational, win one for the Gipper story.
Cruze shakes his head while Creed stares at him in anger, seconds from implosion. The Icon turns towards Kloe, who is nodding her head and shrugging her shoulders, sympathetic to Cruze’s plight.
Orlando: How many times are you going to try and convince me of things that aren’t true, Creed. Or wait, maybe I’m not the one your trying to convince here. Perhaps your trying to convince yourself that this is true.
Creed: It is the truth.
Orlando: Oh really? Since you started listening to these fans again all those years ago, tell me, how many World title shots have you received? Since you started playing by the rules, and trying to be everyone’s best friend, when was your last World Championship reign?
Nathan has fallen silent for a second, still shaking in anger while Orlando glares at him with great arrogance.
Cruze: That’s what I thought Creed. You may consider a few reigns as Livewire Champion as being some type of accomplishment, some grand milestone in your career. But I consider it nothing when compared to holding the World Heavyweight title, something you’ve failed to do for close to two years now. So ask yourself Creed, what have you really done, what grandiose accomplishments have you made since you started on the high road as you figuratively titled it? You’ve done a big fat nothing! With your career, and with your life. You’ve let these people dictate your every action, you’ve let yourself be controlled, and manipulated by the standards they’ve set for you. But not me, no, no, not any longer. I’m broken away and I’m blazing my own trail to the title. Nobody, and I mean nobody is going to control me anymore. I’m not going to let these people hold me down, or for management to hold me back. Nathan, the second you realize that these so called fans are killing your career, and you stop pointless pursuits of happiness that don’t exist, especially with the likes of that skank Robin Brooks, then maybe you’ll finally do something worthwhile. Maybe you’ll finally do something that people will remember you for. Perhaps you’ll get out of this rut and actually earn a title shot, instead of letting Project Lost Cause hold you back. And most importantly, maybe you’ll stop being so trusting, and see something like this coming....
Cruze steps forward and slams the top of his microphone into the side of Creed’s face, taking him down to the canvas across his back. The crowd starts to scream in anger as Orlando begins to stomp away at the down Nathan. He removes his dark leather vest and throws it down at the canvas quickly, still stomping at the X-Division Champion who is trying to cover up.
Douglas: Oh come on, this is fucking ridiculous! Orlando Cruze assaulting his long time friend Nathan Creed once more.
Mayne: Friends don’t hold friends back, Dan. This is a lesson Cruze is teaching him right here, and right now!
Kloe picks up the X-Division title, holding it out to Cruze, who steps towards her and takes hold of it. He bends forward now, gripping the championship tightly, waiting for Nathan to stand up as the champ begins to stir, holding the top of his head.
Cruze: You don’t deserve to be in that match for the Weapon’s Lair! You haven’t earned it you son of a bitch!!
Cruze is gritting his teeth, and clutching the title tightly, Nathan seconds away from getting to his feet when the crowd suddenly erupts. Hurse rushes from the backstage area and bolts towards the ring, sliding in under the ropes as Orlando spots him and drops the X-Division title, quickly jumping through the cables and onto the mats, Kloe exiting and joining him at his side. Hurse appears furious as he approaches the cables and steps up onto the middle one, pointing straight at Orlando and demanding he get into the ring. Orlando merely smirks as he puts his arm around Kloe’s waist, the two making their way around to the bottom of the ramp.
Orlando: Not tonight you idiot, no, no. You’ll have to wait till I’m ready to get me in the ring.....
Cruze is chuckling defiantly as he and Kloe make their way up the ramp, turning their back towards Hurse who drops off the cables and approaches Creed. He steps to the side of Nathan and grabs his arm, trying to help him up to his feet. Without warning Nathan shoves Hurse off, sending him staggering in reverse. Creed stares at Hurse, his stablemate in anger while he grips the top of his head.
Douglas: Hurse coming out here to help Nathan Creed, but it doesn’t look like Nathan wanted the assistance.
Mayne: Why can’t these Project Lost Cause members stay out of one another’s business? I will tell you one thing though, this certainly makes tonight’s main event a whole lot more interesting.
Nathan stands up and backs towards the cables, staring at Hurse with great scrutiny.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
X-CLASS DIVISION
(“I WANNNT MY MONEY BACKKK!”
The sound of Meatloaf’s 1993 hit explodes from the sound system as the guitar chords begin to filter through causing the fans to suddenly stand to there feet with excitement, each person running to the crowd barrier to see the entrance of the CEO of ULW, Conrad Gray, suddenly the curtains pull aside as the song begins to come into its more upbeat flow, he smiles down upon the fans and just slowly walks down the ramp as the arena gives him a shockingly mixed reaction, many fans actually cheering Conrad over his decisions recently to form this X-Class Division. He walks around the ring to the steps and begins to slowly climb them before reaching the apron and looking back out over the fans who react accordingly for him, he then steps through the ropes and just takes a mic from the young ring announcer Kailey Worf and looks out to the camera’s watching him amongst the fans as slowly his music comes to an end.)
Conrad:
(The fans go nuts as the idea of pure wrestling through three straight matches, something few companies seem to do these days, Conrad just nods to the cheers of the fans and paces around the ring waiting for them to quiet down, as they do he continues.)
Conrad:
(More cheers erupt around the arena as Conrad Gray just nods to the people surrounding him, he then raises the mic again causing them to quiet down once more to here what he has to say)
Conrad:
(More cheers go up, some fans unsure how this is actually going to work.)
Conrad:
(The fans cheer loudly as Conrad hands the microphone back to Kailey, he then leaves the ring and walks to the announce desk before sitting with Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne, putting a third headset on as he, like everyone else, prepares to watch the action.)
Dan Douglas:
Conrad:
Billy Mayne:
Conrad:
Dan Douglas:
Conrad:
(Suddenly the sound of an interrupted guitar riff plays in, the sound distorted before suddenly a loud guitar kicks in and the POD song “School of hard knocks” Blasts from the speakers causing the fans to stand to there feet as the gorgeous Roxas Knoxx suddenly appears on the big screen, her entrance last week playing between the shots of her name, the curtains then pull apart and Roxas suddenly appears, a smile across her face, her blonde hair tied back as beside her appears a new face, a smile also on his face, his hands pointing to her.
Dan Douglas:
Conrad Gray:
Billy Mayne:
Conrad Gray:
(Slowly Roxas Music disappeared but as soon as it did, it was replaced by the huge sound of “Hate me” By Children of Bodom, the fans just stand to there feet as the big screen shows the video for the other new name to the ULW, the wrestler known as Bryan Kirros. He steps through the curtains a black towel shading away his face as he just throws his arms out to his side causing a shower of sparks around him, he then lets his arms drop, still not showing anyone his expression before walking down the ramp and to the ring, he quickly just rolls in and throws the towel aside before staring intensely into the eyes of Roxas and what seems to be her inforcer Gavin Peirce.)
Dan Douglas:
Conrad Gray:
Billy Mayne:
Conrad Gray:
(Suddenly another guitar chord begins to play out of the speakers before bass kicks in with it, suddenly the song explodes into action as the chorus leaps onto the speakers;
“LETS START A RIOT (a riot), LETS START A RIOT”
The former Paramedic and current X-Class star just bursts through the curtains throwing them aside before pointing out to the fans and just causing them to cheer loudly before joining in with him as he crosses his arms to show his loyalty to the division he is now in, he walks down the ramp slapping the hands happily of the fans in the front row before running to the ring and sliding in under the ropes and stepping back a bit as he glares into the eyes of Bryan Kirros, both men already shouting abuse at one another.)
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Conrad Gray:
(On the Titron, we can see that the Freak that is named Jeff Young is making his way to the ring, wearing his normal leather pants with his long coat and a T-shirt that says, Jeff is Forever Young}
Frank White suddenly starts to sing.
[My road travels a lot longer then 8 miles.
{he passes the black curtains to make his way down the to ring, with the light smoke fallowing his body, looking like a really 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
The fans start 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 at his opponents and rivals 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:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
Conrad:
(The lights throughout the stadium turn off 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. Denile rolls under the bottom rope and moves around the ring getting ready for his fight when slowly from the entrance ramp River Angelus appears to a large amount of booing from the fans, he walks down the ramp and just stands on the outside of the ring, pointing at Gavin Peirce and shouting ‘If he can, so can I’, Denile just loosens himself up in the ring before awaiting the final competitor, his eyes flickering between the four already around him.)
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
(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, killing the shot of what’s to come through it. Suddenly Sailes is what comes 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 with grim-looking expression stares devilish towards the ring.
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, as he stands to the center of the ring. He kneels on both knees, as he holds his hands up, as with his head down and his eyes closed, he then stands up and turns to the ring full of superstars before suddenly Kailey Worf stands between them all, a microphone in hand.)
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
Kailey Worf:
(The fans cheer loudly as Kailey announces the first of the three bouts about to begin, the six wrestlers just watch patiently, waiting to hear there name called to begin this match.)
Kailey Worf:
(The fans cheer loudly as she steps forward and extends her arms out wide to the other wrestlers in the ring as Gavin just smiles and steps out of the ring to the outside, he then leaps to the mats below and just slaps the mat, giving Roxas some early match encouragement, however the boos from the fans show the dislike in the early decision.)
Kailey Worf:
(The fans just cheer wildly as the other four wrestlers just step through the ropes and drop to the mats on the outside, some of them already arguing amongst each other, River Angelus just stirring up trouble already between Denile Partis and Kristian Sailes, in the ring, the bell sounds as Roxas and Bryan just slowly begin to circle the ring, Roxas however suddenly stops and shouts “EASY WIN PAL, EASY WIN!”, boos erupt from the crowd again before Bryan just stops and lets his intensity fade for a moment before saying back to her “This isn’t a cleaning competition bitch!” The fans just suddenly explode with cheers and chant loudly ‘you got burned’ over and over again causing Roxas to kick the bottom rope in anger before turning with a furious gaze on her expression to Bryan who is back to his intense look, before suddenly both wrestlers lunge in, however Roxas quickly ducks the arm of Bryan and comes up behind him, he turns into her but is met with some stiff right hands that rock him on his feet and knock him back into the ropes, she then grabs his arm and attempts to throw him across the ring, but Bryan digs his heels in and instead throws Roxas across the ring, impressively he just drops into the splits and ducks low forcing her to have to leap over him, but she stops just before him and goes for a leg drop on his head, but he sees it coming and sits up just in time before swinging his far leg around as Roxas falls into the sitting position slamming his boot into her face knocking her back down onto the mat, he then stands, but Roxas just quickly grabs his leg and takes it away from him knocking him down to the mat before she stands and quickly leaps for a forward roll cannonball, but Bryan quickly moves and instead leaps into the air himself going for the same move, but this time Roxas moves, both of them this time reach there feet as the action constantly continues, however as they do, Roxas goes for a clothesline, but Bryan ducks and grabs her from behind going for a German Suplex, but she blocks it before slamming an elbow into his face and countering it into a reverse waistlock of her own, but like her he slams a quick elbow into her face before grabbing her now loose arm and dropping to the mat taking her down with an arm drag into a side headlock submission, but Roxas quickly lifts her legs and suddenly reverse the hold into a leg scissors, but Bryan suddenly nips up out of the hold before both wrestlers just stand back to there feet and glare at one another as the fans cheer loudly and applaud them both for the rally of counters and re-counters there.
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
Conrad Gray:
(Bryan is relentless and just grabs the boot of Roxas before dragging her back to the centre of the ring before turning her over and going for the pin,
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
(Slowly she stands back up before standing above his head, she looks up at the booing fans and just runs at the ropes before hitting them and coming back at him, as she reaches him she stops and just waves her hand in front of her face before brushing off her shoulder and suddenly dropping her fist hard across the face of Bryan hitting the ‘Hardknoxx Knuxx’ Kirros just grabs at his face, but she pulls him back onto the mat before going for another pin,
Dan Douglas:
Conrad Gray:
Billy Mayne:
(The fans just beginning chanting “holy shit” over and over again as Bryan slowly begins to stand back up, he grabs the apron and just gets to his feet before lifting the apron cover up and leaning under the ring, suddenly he grabs a huge ladder and just drags it out, the fans are going mad as he stands up and lifts the ladder up to its full height, the thing has to be over 20ft tall!! Slowly he undoes it and locks the legs in position before placing it near the wrestling ring, he then slowly begins to climb the rungs toward the top, his gaze constantly looking behind him, finally he reaches the peak of the ladder and just turns to face Roxas as the fans around her suddenly run out of the way, however just as he looks to jump Gavin suddenly leaps onto the apron of the ring and grabs the ladder shaking it back and forth before suddenly the ladder drops toward the ramp and Bryan crashes down into metal railings of the stage rampway!!! The fans are booing loudly as he stands on the apron shouting abuse in the direction of Bryan Kirros, he then jumps down from the apron and continues like nothing happened, Roxas just climbs back onto the safety mats and stumbles for a few moments before walking across the outside of the ring to another side of the squared circle and going under it to grab a steel chair, she then lifts it into the air to the boos of the fans and walks back toward the motionless body of Bryan Kirros who lays lifelessly on the entrance ramp.
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
(Roxas herself looks shocked at what she has done and in her tired state just begins to stand up before slowly she crawls over the side of the stage and drops next the broken Bryan Kirros, she suddenly waves her hand in front of his face to no reaction, the official is already telling her though, this is not a street fight, she needs him back in the ring, angrily she calls Gavin over and both her and her entourage drag the man across the rampway, pulling him closer and closer toward the ring before slowly they manage to roll him under the ropes. Many of the fans are shocked at the state of him as Roxas just turns to the fans and gleefully poses for them, to a melee of boos from the sold out arena, she just raises her nose to them and slowly makes her way into the ring before grabbing the head of Bryan Kirros and physically having to lift him up off the mat before holding him between her legs going for the flip piledriver, she calls out to the fans again who just boos her before suddenly Bryan grabs her legs and tugs them out from under her taking her to the mat before suddenly leaping over into a bridge pin,
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
Kailey Worf:
(‘Riot’ plays as yellowish lights begin to flicker through the arena Ward Hawn steps forward from the top of the ramp where the wrestlers are preparing to overcome the events they just saw from Roxas and Kirros. 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, he then walks to the middle of the ring and looks up the ramp at three remaining wrestlers waiting to be called for there turn to shine.)
Kailey Worf:
(River Angelus slaps Denile on the back with a smile across his face, 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 ramp, Denile begins to walk down towards the Ring looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation as River follows him down, abusing fans with every step he takes. Denile rolls under the bottom rope and moves around the ring getting ready for his fight, his eyes locked on Ward Hawn, River just walks past the EMT’s tending to Roxas and Bryan Kirros around ringside and then slaps the mat determined to see Denile win this match.)
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
(Both men just stand in the ring, opposite corners as the fans stand to there feet and cheer loudly in appreciation for what they have already seen and what they are about to see, Denile however just walks to the middle of the ring now, Ward following him in, the two men sharing words back and forth before slowly Denile turns to walk away, however he quickly swings back only for Ward to block the shot and fire out with a right hand and another and another trying to take Denile out of his game early, he keeps firing away before suddenly swinging wildly for a clothesline, but Denile sees it coming and ducks easily before waiting as Ward turns back to him, only to be clotheslined down himself hard to the ring mat causing him to instantly grab at the back of his head!
Denile just grabs Ward by the head as he begins to stand back up and pushes him back into the corner before taking him by the arm and throwing him across the ring now into the opposite corner, he then charges in quickly after him and leaps high into the air, seemingly stopping in slow motion before hitting a slapping clothesline across the chest of Ward that has the fans instantly cringing!
Dan Douglas:
Conrad:
Billy Mayne:
(The fans are going absolutely mental as they chant over and over again “Holy shit”, slowly on the outside Partis begins to stand back up and just grabs the apron to get up to his knees, he rolls back into the ring and again just taunts the fans before slowly he climbs to corner, however as he reaches the top Ward Hawn slides back in as well, he walks across to wear Partis is balanced against one of the steel poles holding the overhead rope before slamming a right hand across his back and again, Partis turns to him and fires back with some elbows as Ward tries to climb up with him, the fans going nuts with every blow, expecting something to happen on top of these ropes, Ward continues to share blows with Denile, neither man letting there place falter, suddenly though Ward makes it alongside his opponent on top of the ropes and just swings with lefts and rights getting the better of Denile before suddenly placing him back against the metal post, he then leaps into the air and dropkicks Denile into the steel behind him risking his own body by dropping down to the mat in the ring as suddenly Partis loses his footing and lands groin first on the top rope!!! What a move!!!
Partis just drops from the turnbuckle to the apron and then to the outside of the ring on the safety mats as River Angelus screams blue murder at him, Ward Hawn however begins to stand in the ring and just walks to the corner as he gets to his feet and climbs to the top without anyone stopping him, he then leaps up and grabs the ropes above him before slowly he makes his way across as if on Monkey Bars, but suddenly to the booing of the fans River Angelus suddenly enters and grabs the ankles of Ward Hawn holding him in place as the two shout abuse at one another, Denile then slides back in the ring as well and pushes River out of the way before tugging Ward right off the overhead ropes right down into a Manhattan drop that has the fans, mainly the men, cringing from the shot!
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Conrad:
(Ward Hawn just stands back to his feet and leans on the ropes before turning to River Angelus who is up on the apron shouting and screaming at the official for the dangerous move hit by Ward, however Hawn is furious and charges at River hitting him with a huge right hand that knocks Angelus down to the apron before falling to the safety mats in a heap, He shouts some abuse at Denile’s manager before turning back to Partis who is up one knee, he walks toward him but suddenly the former SCW man just swings a punch into his opponents stomach before standing up and slamming some forearms into the face of Ward Hawn, but Ward suddenly fights back and fires in some right hands of his own, he then grabs Denile and lifts him over his head but Partis falls down his back and slams some hard forearms on him from behind before turning into the ropes and running against them, however as he comes back at Hawn, Ward is ready and leaps into the air while his back is to Partis before turning in mid-air and hitting Denile in the face with his shins, the kick hugely athletic and causing the fans to go crazy as both men fall to the mat hard and lay still next to one another!
Dan Douglas:
Conrad:
Billy Mayne:
(The fans are continuing to chant U-L-DUBBA over and over again as other chant Holy shit, holy shit, everyone is standing up, the shocked looks on there faces showing just how incredible that move was, River Angelus just rolls out of the ring again and walks around to where Denile Partis is lying, he shouts in his ear to get up and Partis seems to listen, slowly reaching for the ropes, he then pulls himself up to his knees as Ward Hawn lays motionless on the ground, he gets to his feet and just goes to climb the ropes again before shaking his head and waving his finger at River who is shocked he won’t go for the win, instead he just grabs the head of Ward Hawn and just lifts him to his feet, the knees of Ward shaky, he then hooks him by the head, ROSES (twist of fate)!!! Denile hits his finisher in the middle of the ring to the boos of the fans before walking to the corner and slowly climbing them to the top, he then leaps onto the overhead ropes and just slowly climbs across, before finally he reaches the middle and unhooks the X, he drops to the ground and then rolls out of the ring to the outside where the bell rings!
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
(The sound of Denile Partis music continues to blast through the arena as he stands up on the outside of the ring, River still holding his arm aloft to the fans who boo at him, Ward Hawn just rolls to the apron front as he begins to come back to his senses, holding his head in his hands, his realization that a chance to impress has just passed him by. However young Kailey just steps into the ring as the fans begin to wolf whistle, she raises the mic to her mouth, preparing to start the final match of the Marathon.)
Kailey Worf:
(Jeff’s music suddenly explodes through the speakers causing him to leap up and down on his toes over and over again before standing at the top of the ramp, suddenly he sprints down the ring through the hands of the fans on either side, he quickly slides into the ring and just leaps to the middle rope of the far turnbuckle before slapping his chest to the fans and then leaping back down to the ring before leaning forward on his knees and glaring up the ramp at Kristian Sailes.)
Kailey Worf:
(The fans cheer loudly at his name as the song by KoRn “Coming Undone” explodes from the speaker system, fire explodes around the stage around him as he stands at the top of the ramp looking as intense as ever, he walks down the ramp ignoring the fans and just looking directly at Jeff Young who leaps from foot to foot now preparing for this fight, Sailes reaches the ring and walks around to the staircase before climbing up them to the apron and entering through the ropes, he then tests the ropes and clicks his neck as the fans prepare for match number three!)
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
(Slowly both men circle the ring and hook up with force, pushing off of each other and trying to gain some clear dominance over the other, but neither is having it and both fall to the ring mat, keeping the collar elbow tie up locked in as they then push themselves back up to there feet and ravage around the ring like two Rotweilers fighting over a piece of meat, suddenly both men lunge out of the hold and step away from each other, the intense stare between them showing the way both these men want to win this and stand out from the crowd.
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
(Kristian just stands up and stumbles back into a corner of the ring allowing Jeff Young to follow him into it before slamming another forearm to his face, he then grabs the arm of Sailes and throws him with pace across the ring, but suddenly Sailes counters it again throwing Jeff into the corner instead before sluggishly running in after him, right into a lifted foot of Jeff Young who knocks him stumbling back toward the middle of the ring as he leaps up onto the second rope, suddenly as Kristian turns toward him, Young leaps off the middle rope and takes him down with a perfect neckbreaker take down that leaves Kristian holding his head in pain from the shot, Jeff then goes for another cover,
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
(Sailes just stands back to his feet and grabs the head of Jeff Young before twisting it to the side, applying pressure to the joints of the neck, Young just cries in pain for a moment before angrily slamming a shot into the ribs of Sailes and another and another, but Kristian is not going to allow the comeback and just uses his hold on Jeff to suddenly bring him down into a sitting position on the mat, no, as he is spiraling toward the ring mat, Jeff Young squirms out of the grasp of Kristian and lands on his feet before standing up to the shocked winner of last weeks match, Kristain just lunges at him with a clothesline that Jeff Young ducks, but Kristain then leaps at the middle rope before coming back off of it to Jeff who turns to face him but meets the shins of Sailes who slams them into the face of his opponent knocking him forcefully down to the ring as the fans go nuts at it! He stands back to his feet, Jeff Young holding his face in pain, shocked at the quickness Kristain Sailes has! Slowly he begins to stand back up but Kristian grabs him and just hooks both of his arms behind his back before throwing him over his head with a nice double underhook suplex before rolling backward with the momentum of the move into a dragonwing submission move! The fans are on there feet now as Jeff Young just shakes his head to the official asking if he submits, Sailes has him perfectly in position at the moment, his teeth clenched as he continues to try and make his opponent tap to this move, but Jeff is showing great heart and determination here as he continues to say no and shake his head.
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
Dan Douglas:
Billy Mayne:
(Bryan Kirros just begins to get up with Angelus and Partis on the outside, but suddenly Ward Hawn is in the ring, he runs at the near turnbuckle and suddenly charges up to the top of it before leaping off it hitting all three men with a huge body splash that takes everyone down! The fans are going nuts at this as suddenly Gavin Peirce enters the ring now, he runs off the far ropes and seems to sprint across the ring aiming for the four men outside of the ring, but out of nowhere Jeff Young is back up and just spears him right out of his shoes, turning him inside out and causing him to land very badly on his neck, seemingly injuring the man before his first official match!
Roxas Knoxx sees this and rolls into the ring before stalking Young as he slowly gets back to his feet, he turns to her but she just charges him hitting a huge clothesline that takes him over the ropes into the pile of men beginning to stand back up on the outside of the ring, she then turns and runs at the far ropes before coming back across the ring and seems ready for another high flying move but instead as all the men expect it, just steps through the ropes and spits in the face of all four men causing some laughter around the arena, however suddenly Kristian Sailes is back up and just dropkicks her off the apron right onto the men around her, he then stands back up in the ring and lifts his arm in the air to the fans before waiting for all of them outside the ring to stand back up, as they do he runs at the corner and leaps onto the second rope, before jumping again to the top rope and then leaping off that into a corkscrew moonsault that takes everyone down as the fans begin to chant “Holy shit” over and over again, Kristian just gets right back to his feet before suddenly he stands over the body of Roxas Knoxx and shouts;
‘Don’t ever try and ruin another one of my matches again – bitch’
Suddenly he throws his arms in the air whilst standing amongst the fallen of the X-Class championship before slowly he begins to walk back up the ramp, his eyes set on the rising figures of Bryan Kirros and Denile Partis, the two men he is set to face next week on Annihilation for the chance to take on Nathan Creed at Rumble Bash for the X-Class Championship belt. NO LAUGHING MATTER
A frustrated response of anger mixed with dread surfaces from the fans at the sight of the Alpha Generation located in their backstage dressing room. The quartet seem highly upset by the occurrences of this evening, Jackson Adams pacing back and forth with his cast wrapped arm held up to the side of his face, nervously itching his cheek. Devin Hawk stands in the center of the room, breathing furiously while his tag strap rests over his shoulder and Ryan Mills stands beside them, leaned back first against a wall, also holding one of the tag belts. Everyone, with the exception of Too Magnificent who is seated in a leather chair, seems outright furious. Too Magnificent however, chuckles at the sight of the anger of Jackson, trying to hide his mouth while he does so however.
Adams: Who does he think he is? Huh? Where does that washed up old crone get off telling us what we can’t do and what we can do? How can he stand there in his little office and order us about?
The thought seems to animate and infuriate Jackson even more as Devin reaches out, putting his hand to the chest of Adams, holding him in place and trying to calm him down.
Devin: I know exactly how you feel Jackson. It’s this whole ULW legend syndrome. They all think they can hold us down while they continue to hog the spotlight. That’s exactly what Lethal Weapon did to me, before he ran off to the retirement home to avoid another battle with myself. Because he knew that his tired old bitter body couldn’t survive another match with me. Now AWOL’s trying to do the same thing, hide behind politics and try to hold back our careers.
Adams: Exactly, exactly! How dare that hypocritical son of a bitch. He knows better than anyone, that you shouldn’t obey the twisted logic of authority, he never did, so how can he expect us to now? It’s infuriating!!
Hahahahaha.
The laughter emanating from just over their shoulders causes both Jackson Adams and Devin Hawk to turn sternly in the direction of Too Magnificent, planted in the leather chair. He tries to hide his mouth still while chuckling to himself. Adams eyebrow raises as does Devin’s as the chuckling continues. Ryan steps towards his teammates, staring back and forth at them with a puzzled expression.
Hawk: What’s so damned funny?
The chuckling continues as Too Magnificent slaps his knee and leans forward slowly. He stares at his teammates before standing up quickly and approaching them.
Too Magnificent: Look at you guys. How can you let someone like AWOL get under your skin? Your being ridiculous, and your doing exactly what he wants you to do, your falling apart, hahahaha.
The trio of unamused Alpha Generation members examine one another before they turn back towards AWOL once more, showcasing their disapproval over his unusual behavior.
Ryan: And what makes that so fucking funny?
Too Magnificent rears his head back arrogantly while continuing to chuckle.
Too Magnificent: It’s simple gentlemen, chaos creates opportunity. Let’s just say, Adams, if your buckling under the pressure now, then maybe it sends a clear cut message that its time for someone else to step up to the plate and take the wheel of this sinking ship.
The laughter fades and is replaced with seriousness as Too Magnificent turns and stares down at Adams, who chuckles to himself slightly while glancing around at Devin, and Ryan who don’t seem to be laughing.
Adams: Well, Too Magnificent, if you think you could be such a great leader, then maybe you should prove it out there tonight in the six man tag match.
Adams pats Too Magnificent on the shoulder while Devin and Ryan shake their heads, not liking the sounds of this whatsoever.
Jackson: But let’s just call this trial by fire, Too Mag. Because if you slip up out there, you can consider yourself ejected from this group.
The crowd responds with shock over this statement as Too Magnificent’s jaw drops a bit, not liking the sound of this whatsoever. Adams takes his hand off the big man’s shoulder before turning back towards Ryan and Devin.
Adams: Now if you guys want to see a true display of leadership. I’m about to go and do something I should have done from the start, and that’s stare AWOL eye to eye, and give him a piece of my mind.
Ryan: Yeah!
Devin: You tell him man!
Hawk and Ryan slap Jackson on his shoulders as he moves towards the doorway. He stops for a second though and turns to stare back at his teammates for a second with wide eyes, trying to remain serious.
Jackson: I’m really going to go do it. Really, I am.
Confusion sets into the faces of both Mills and Devin as they stare at one another for a second, then back at Adams who just sits there with a funny expression, nodding his head and trying to get himself pumped up.
Hawk: Oookay. Then go.
Adams: Oh I am, I am.
Jackson just stands there for a second, with his hands on his hips nodding his head and staring forward in the direction of the doorway. Ryan and Devin both stare at one another and shrug their shoulders before Adams finally takes a deep breath and marches out into the hallway.
ADVICE WANTED
The glistening of the World Heavyweight title belt comes into the forefront of the camera before a large glob of spit strikes it’s surface. The taped wrist of Desolation now strikes the spit, swiping it over the gold to clean it as the crowd just goes nuts on the inside of the arena at the sight of him. He leans back in his steel chair, continuing to polish his strap with his own saliva while he looms within his dressing room. Desolation holds the belt up to his face and breaths on it a bit before polishing it once more with his taped up wrist. His serenity is short lived as into the scene quickly rushes none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell, who appears all nervous, anxious, antsy. He stands just behind Desolation’s shoulder, who tries to ignore him as he cleans the title belt.
Eddie nervously bites at his nails as he wants to get Desolation’s attention, but doesn’t want to seem to disturb him and garner his agitation. He hops almost between feet in a highly nervous, flustered state while slowly extending his finger out in order to tap Desolation’s shoulder. Just seconds before tapping it however he pulls his hands back and bites at his nails. He continues to pivot between feet nervously as if he is holding back from urinating all over the place. Desolation still acts oblivious to his presence as Eddie once again reaches out slowly with twiddling fingers in the direction of the Champion’s shoulder. He apprehensively pulls them back and places his finger nails in between his teeth, chewing at them repeatedly.
For a third time Eddie hesitantly reaches out to tap the shoulder of Desolation, squinting his eyes and turning his face away as his fingers near the champ.
Desolation: WHAT!?!
Eddie hops into the air and places one hand over his heart and the other over his coveted Anarchy title, breathing heavily. The already irritated Desolation turns to glance over his shoulder at Eddie.
Eddie: Am I bugging you?
Desolation: Always.
Eddie: Okay, I can come back later....
Desolation: Don’t bother.
Crazy Eddie: Great, I knew you could help me.
Desolation pulls back his head and rolls his eyes as Eddie steps to his side, acting rather flabbergasted.
Eddie: I really need your advice Deso.
Desolation holds his hand out in front of Eddie.
Desolation: Don’t call me that. In fact, if I never have to hear my name come through your lips again, I’ll die a much happier man.
For a minute befuddlement fills the face of Eddie, who places his fingers to his lips and then continues.
Eddie: I need to know what I should do against Orlando tonight. I’m like freaked out here, man. Why am I even in this match? Isn’t he like super angry and everything?
Desolation: He’s always angry, especially since Nathan pulled his cock out of his ass.
Eddie looks foul now as he reaches behind his back, scratching at his ass in disgust.
Eddie: Sounds painful. Anyhow, I need to know if you’ve got any advice, that will, well, save me from getting murdered out there.
For a second Desolation seems to give it some serious thought before he breaths on his title again and rubs at it with his wrist band, shrugging his shoulders in the process.
Desolation: I don’t know. I never really put much thought into beating Orlando, it just came naturally. Just hope he slips on a banana peel or something and gets his head stuck between the ample butt cheeks of Takashi.
Eddie looks completely and utterly baffled and shocked by this suggestion, staring at Desolation who doesn’t even return the glare, remaining preoccupied with the World title belt.
Eddie: Is that it? Is that seriously your best suggestion? I thought as a Loon you were suppose to pass down all your knowledge to me....
A grin forms on Desolation’s face as he finally takes his eyes off the title and stares up at Eddie quickly.
Desolation: Well, there’s your first mistake. Your not a loon, and you’ll never be one. So stop living under this misconception that your good enough to be one of my associates.
Eddie: But.....but.....but......
Desolation: No, I’m sick of this. Your presence is about as enjoyable as a hangnail, or Hellkat’s bloody Aunt Flow stopping in occasionally. Be gone, I have nothing more to say.
With a thrust of the back of his hand, Desolation motions for Eddie to vacate his dressing room. A saddened expression befalls the Hillbilly Champion’s body, his shoulders slumping and his head falling to stare down at the carpeted floor. He sadly walks away. Desolation goes back to polishing his World title belt now when he unleashes a sigh and closes his eyes, shaking his head. For over his other shoulder the camera pulls out enough to reveal Hurse and Robin Brooks, both watching this scene unfold with anxious expressions on their faces.
Desolation: Jesus Christ, do you retards like self replicate or something? Why do I attract all the weirdos?
Hurse: Your just now asking yourself this question?
Desolation shakes his head and just continues to stare at his World title.
Desolation: Just go ahead and start begging right now. But you not getting any treats.
Brooks, and the holder of the Submission title steps around in front of Desolation, who just continues to polish his sparkling strap, preoccupying himself instead of facing both individuals.
Robin: Listen Desolation, we didn’t come here to bug you....
Desolation: Too late...
Hurse: We came back here to ask you one more time to join up with us. I mean, who knows what would have happened last week if we hadn’t come to the ring to make the save.
Desolation quickly rises to his chair and kicks it out from behind him, turning towards Hurse and staring sternly into his eyes.
Desolation: Let’s get one thing straight, I didn’t need your help last week. I had those Alpha idiots exactly where I wanted them. It was only a matter of time before I got back up and they started naturally jobbing to me.
Hurse scoffs at the notion.
Hurse: That’s not how I saw it.
Desolation: Shocking, you misconstrue a situation again. What did you have your nose buried in this time other than a pear of panties when you saw this so called “beatdown” occurring?
Robin: Why does everyone keep saying that?
Hurse’s features tense up, becoming squeamish as he pulls at his collar, putting his fingers to his lips and motioning for Desolation to be quiet on that subject.
Desolation: Bottom line is, I don’t want your help, and I don’t want it either. It’s bad enough I have to team with that trash metal wannabe Isaac Saine tonight, and that emo Silencer, I won’t further disgrace myself with an association to the likes of Project Lost Cause. Who the hell came up with that name anyway? Couldn’t you of come up with something, I don’t know, clever?
Hurse: Well, at least it’s not, “Alpha Generation.”
Desolation: Touche.
Robin: Listen, Desolation, if you don’t want us to watch your back tonight, can you at least return the favor we did for you last week, by making sure no one interferes in that main event? I mean, AWOL said that the PLC, and the AG, aren’t allowed to be at ringside, but he didn’t say anything about you.
Hurse: Robin, I don’t need any protection...
Robin: Shhh.
Hurse rolls his eyes and falls quiet while Desolation lurks before them, his eyes bouncing back and forth between both individuals. He seems to be weighting his options a bit.
Desolation: I’ll think about it.
Desolation throws the strap over his shoulder and turns away from both Hurse and Robin, marching towards the exit to his dressing room. The PLC members turn and begin to bicker slightly before Desolation suddenly steps back into the scene, pulling what looks like a wadded up bill out of his pants pocket.
Desolation: Oh yeah, and I’ll trust one of you two to pay for the thirty dollars in cable bills you ran up in my dressing room last week. Who the hell orders the Spaceballs redux fifteen times?
Desolation tosses the bill at Hurse who catches it in his hand then holds it out to Brooks. Robin stares at it with a ghastly expression before shaking her head, “no.” Hurse stomps his foot, realizing he’s left with the bill.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
ROBIN BROOKS & BITCHCAKES MCPHEE VS. HELLS ANGELS
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.
Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see we’re scheduled for tag team wrestling as an art form as Bitchcakes McPhee gets ready for in ring competition. Perhaps out for a measure of revenge against the Hell’s Angels for what happened after their match last week, where Trojan gave him the Muscle Buster through a table.
Mayne: Are you kidding me? First of all you can’t use the word “art” and “bitchcakes” in the same sentence, never. And another thing, I’m sure after binge drinking, Bitchcakes can’t even recall what happened to him last week.
Dan: Yeah, sure. Anyway, let’s see how Bitchcakes fairs in this match with a trustworthy tag team partner in the form of Robin Brooks.
Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & our runs Robin. She runs to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the young wrestler.Sparklers are now shooting off along teh edge of the stage and ramp. Doing some of her kick boxing moves she waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she contines to wave and smile at them. Reaching the steps she takes them two at a time and jumps up on the ropes and bounces on them a few times before she flips over them and lands on her feet. Robin walks to the middle of the ring and asks for a mic...
Mayne: The Black Widow out here to kill another potential mate. Or just he possibility of victory once more.
Douglas: Does your negativity know no ends? It disgusts me. Anyway, Brooks out here to even up the odds for Bitchcakes, and perhaps get him just a slight measure of revenge against these Hell’s Angels. And if you ask me, there could be no better tag team partner.
Billy: Doink the Clown would be a better tag team partner.
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
Douglas: And the Hell’s Angels are now in the ring, and what a sight these two men our. They’re both great tag team specialist as they displayed last week, and I’m very excited to see how they handle this match against a vengeful Bitchcakes, and a high flying, karate orientated Robin Brooks.
Mayne: Let’s face the facts here Dan. Until they drop that pissant Tim May, who’s sucking all of the energy from their sails, then they’ll continue to be nothing more than meaningless to me. Tim should be playing shuffle board down in Florida somewhere. He should be in the back changing his depends. He should be in the bathroom putting on some polydant to keep his teeth in his mouth. He should be.....
Dan: We get the point already, jeesh.
Robin Brooks remains on the apron as Bitchcakes glares at the Hells Angels across the ring. He now sits cautiously on the middle rope and motions that Robin can enter if she wants, trying to be gentlemanly. Robin shakes her head with a grin on her face before McPhee stands up and backs away, nodding his head and bowing to her. Without warning Demon rushes up behind him and blasts McPhee over the back with a forearm, knocking him forward a bit. Bitchcakes turns around when Demon catches him under the jaw with a European Uppercut, the shot knocking him across the ring, spiraling back first into the corner. Demon steps in and blasts him hard across the chest with a knife edge chop. He grabs the hair of Bitchcakes and pulls his head forward before blasting him to the side of the skull with a forearm strike. He now places his hands to the throat of McPhee, pushing him hard back first against the corner, yelling furiously into his face.
Demon: Your not a tag team wrestler, you’re a drunken bafoon!
McPhee slaps Demon hard across the side of the face now, causing him to turn away from drunken warrior. He turns around as Bitchcakes pulls himself up backwards onto the turnbuckle, standing on the second rope. He jumps off and drops an elbow to the top of Demon’s head, taking him down hard to the canvas across his back. He rolls onto his knees when Bitchcakes grabs him by the arm and extends it out to his side, swinging around under it. The Hell’s Angels member tries to get to his feet when McPhee drops down sideways, hitting an arm drag that flips Demon over onto the canvas across his back. Bitchcakes gets to his knees at the side of Demon and folds his arm over backwards into the top wrist lock, really establishing the submission. Demon grinds his teeth, kicking his legs repeatedly before he rolls over backwards onto his feet, McPhee still holding onto his wrist though as he stands up in front of him. He uses the wrist to pull Demon forward and wrap his arms around his neck, applying the side headlock. Demon slugs him to the gut, and then does it once more before backing him up quickly into the cables. As he does, Robin reaches out and slaps the shoulder of McPhee, tagging herself into this match.
Demon shoots Bitchcakes off across the ring and then steps forward, bending down for the backdrop with Robin entering the squared circle behind him. As McPhee comes in he stops just short of Demon and kicks him straight to the face, the hard shot causing him to stand up straight with a dazed expression on his face. Robin steps up behind Demon and grabs him around the neck while he’s dazed, pulling him down with the reverse neckbreaker. As soon as Demon hits his back and Robin rolls out of the way, Bitchcakes charges into the cables at his side and bounces off, coming back in and jumping high into the air with the leg drop straight across his throat. Demon goes into convulsions, sitting up and gagging now while Bitchcakes stands and is backed up by the official.
Douglas: Robin and Bitchcakes gelling as a tag team here tonight.
Mayne: I think McPhee’s alcoholism makes him more prone to being a better tag team wrestler. That way when he gets too drunk to stand he can get on the apron and let his partner do all the work.
Demon begins to roll over, feeling the pain as Robin steps in and wraps her arms around his neck, placing him in a cravat. She launches her knee repeatedly up into the face of Demon now, doing so several times before she spins him around into the reverse neckbreaker position. The determined Black Widow takes her arms away from his neck and hooks both of his arms, pulling him down to the canvas into a back slide pin.
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Demon kicks out by rolling over backwards onto his feet and rushing into the cables behind him. The Hell’s Angels member bounces off the cables and comes back in when Robin gets to her feet and jumps into the air, back heel kicking him straight to the face. Demon is taken down hard to the canvas with Brooks landing on her hands and knees at his side. Brooks gets to her feet and grabs Demon by the ankle, pulling it into the air and pushing him over in reverse. Demon rolls over onto his knees in reverse when Robin steps in and wraps her arm around his neck, forcing him onto his feet. She is about to snap over into the suplex when Demon pushes her off backwards into the cables. She bounces off and comes back in when Demon catches her and lets her swing around with the head scissors. He pushes her down out of the head scissors though and catches her around the waist, dropping her down with a side buster though, the crowd responding with a loud reaction at the sight of the counter. Demon rolls to his knees and rises to his feet quickly before he stomps Robin to the face, and then does it again before placing the heel of his boot to her scalp. He turns his foot and scratches at the features of the Black Widow, who sits up, rubbing at her face which Demon seems to be trying to disfigure in this contest. He steps up behind Brooks and catches her around the chin before connecting with a crossface forearm to the side of her face. Robin falls to her side while he approaches Trojan and sticks his hand out, the bigger of the two making the tag and quickly entering the ring.
Trojan steps towards Brooks who is trying to get to her feet. As soon as she rises to a standing base, Trojan blasts her to the back of the head with a forearm strike, knocking her in the direction of the corner. She turns and hits it back first as Trojan moves in and kicks her repeatedly to the gut, lifting his foot and burying it to the throat of Brooks, choking her out. All the while he does some jaw jacking of his own. Tim May shouts excitedly on the outside of the ring, demanding that Trojan just break her down completely.
Mayne: Great, these hacks the Hell’s Angels are controlling this match now. If there’s one thing I hate more than Robin and her detachable penis, it’s Tim May’s terrible team finding any level of success here in the ULW.
Douglas: You’ve seriously got to stop watching Jackson Adams promos.
Robin is being gagged horribly with the foot to her throat before Trojan takes it away and grabs her around the jaw, holding her head up so that he can yell straight into it.
Trojan: This ring isn’t for fucking supermodels you dumb bitch!
Trojan takes hold of her wrist now and whips her straight across the ring in the direction of the opposite turnbuckle. She turns though as she charges towards Demon on the corner and instead jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle cable perpendicular to the one that the Hell’s Angels member is standing behind. She lands on the cable and springs off, turning in mid-air and dropkicking Demon to the face, knocking him off of the apron and sending him flying to the outside of the ring. Robin now does a head stand on the canvas she flips up onto her feet, Trojan charging in for the lariat. She ducks under it though, and gets behind his back. He turns around quickly when Robin front dropkicks his shin, knocking him down to his knees as she rolls over in reverse straight onto her feet. She now rushes forward and front dropkicks Trojan’s jaw, the crowd groaning the impact. Trojan flies back and crashes onto the canvas across his spine before rolling across the ring as Robin jumps to her feet and now steps across the ring, tagging in Bitchcakes, who enters the ring appearing all fired up. Trojan is standing up as Bitchcakes rushes in and big boots him straight to the face. Trojan is taken down hard to the canvas as Demon slides into the ring and rushes across it straight at McPhee, who bends forward and catches him knees first against his shoulder. He stands up, throwing Demon high into the air before he comes crashing down back first into the canvas. Demon sits up, yelling out in pain as Bitchcakes spins around to face Trojan, who has risen with a very dazed expression on his features. McPhee kicks him to the gut and grabs him around the neck, dropping back into a hard DDT. The impact planted Trojan into the canvas skull first before he falls onto his back sideways, McPhee really cooking now.
Douglas: Look at McPhee go, he’s absolutely taking it to both Hell’s Angels members. In fact, the Hell’s Angels haven’t been able to get out of the blocks thus far in this match.
Mayne: Hahaha, this is great, they’re getting their assess handed to them by two people who are only slightly better by comparison.
McPhee rises to his feet, as Demon does the same, once again charging in quickly. Bitchcakes bends forward and catches him around the leg, hoisting him into the air with a flapjack as he drops him straight on top of Trojan. The crowd goes nuts as Demon bounces off of his own teammate and rolls across the ring. Demon holds his mid-section, while Trojan sits up, grinding his teeth in anguish. Bitchcakes gets to his feet now, turning around and staring out over the crowd who is solidly behind him. He turns towards Demon and Trojan, shouting for them to get up as the Hell’s Angels begin to do so. They rise to their feet side by side and incredibly groggy when McPhee moves forward and blasts one under the jaw, and then does the same to the face of his other opponent. Trojan and Demon are rocking as Bitchcakes slugs them both to the jaw with one hand one at a time. He now winds up his other fist with the crowd building momentum before he charges forward to deliver one last knock out shot to both men. Suddenly the Hell’s Angels bend forward though and catch him by the legs, hoisting him into the air and dropping back into a double flapjack. McPhee crashes hard into the canvas, rising to his knees and looking around in a very dazed state. He crashes forward into the canvas while Trojan and Demon get to their feet, both men appearing rather tired. The official steps in front of Demon, demanding that he exit the ring, but he refuses to, yelling at him with frustration. Robin springs onto the top rope though without Demon knowing as he spins around to face her. Brooks flies off and swings through the air, connecting with a spinning heel kick to his face. The shot knocks Demon backwards and sends him spilling in reverse through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Douglas: Things breaking down already here. This match quickly coming unglued!
Mayne: Good, maybe it will end fast then. In all honesty, I’d rather be taking a shit than watching these two teams go at it.
Bitchcakes tries to stand up when Trojan rises behind him, moving in quickly and drilling him to the side of the skull with a forearm strike that sends him into a spiral. He turns to face Trojan and clocks him across the side of the face with a closed fist as Robin exits the ring, getting back of the apron quickly. McPhee throws another right when Trojan ducks it and gets behind his back. He places his hands to the spine of McPhee and shoves him off forward into the cables. McPhee bounces off and comes back in while he bends forward, looking for the spear. Trojan side steps it and launches his knee straight up into the face of McPhee though, causing him to stand straight and appear groggy. Trojan kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the hair, pulling his head between his legs and wrapping his arms around his mid-section. He hoists Bitchcakes into the air and now drives him down hard into the canvas with a powerbomb. Bitchcakes hits the ring with incredible velocity before Trojan unleashes a roar and uses brute strength to hoist him into the air again and now powerbombs him to the canvas a second time, connecting with the Angel’s Voice. Trojan is bent forward, placing his shoulders to the back of Bitchcake’s thighs, holding him down in a pinning predicament.
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McPhee kicks out, but as he turns over sideways, Trojan takes hold of his leg and steps over it, applying the Boston leg crab. Bitchcakes ends up on the side of his face and chest, roaring out in pain as Trojan stands over his leg and folds it up violently. The official drops down with the crowd screaming for McPhee to fight through it. The pain seems insurmountable though, his hand slowly lifting it into the air, appearing seconds from tapping out to this tremendous pain. He shakes his head though, trying to fight it as he digs his fingers into the palm of his hand, his eyes locking on the cables as Trojan really twists at the leg, leaning as far back as possible. Tim is slapping the apron and shouting words of encouragement at Trojan, while Demon is standing up in his corner, also inspiring his partner to further the pain he’s inflicting on Bitchcakes. Robin on the other hand is slapping the top turnbuckle pad, rallying the fans behind McPhee as they slap the barricades. Everyone is on their feet as McPhee digs his fingers into the canvas and tries to will himself across the ring in the direction of the ropes. They seem so far away while Trojan leans even further back on the leg. Sweat flies from the contorted features of McPhee as he reaches out for the ropes, only for his hand to fall short of them. He absolutely refuses to tap out though, as he makes one final desperate lunge and grabs the bottom rope.
Mayne: He made it, and I never thought I’d express joy over this fact, but at least it’s keeping the Hell’s Angels from picking up a win tonight.
Douglas: I’m just as ecstatic over him reaching the ropes Billy, but for much different reasons obviously.
Tim looks irate on the outside of the ring as the official steps in and starts a five count on Trojan. He doesn’t see May behind the back of Trojan, reaching through the ropes and slapping McPhee repeatedly to the face. At the count of four, Trojan releases the hold and steps forward, appearing irate that he didn’t get the submission as he approaches Demon and slaps his hand. His partner quickly enters the ring and descends upon Bitchcakes, who has just risen to his knees. Demon stomps him to the back of the head, and then to the shoulders, trying to wear him down as he bends forward and blasts him over the upper spine with a forearm strike. McPhee turns and falls onto his posterior, leaning back first against the cables when Demon steps back to the center of the ring and then rushes in, driving his foot to the face of Bitchcakes. His leg goes through the ropes while he falls into them, almost hitting a face wash on McPhee, who rolls away from his opponent in a sweaty, exhausted state. Demon steps in and strikes him over the spine again before grabbing him by the jaw and leading him to his feet gently. He now kicks him gracefully to the gut and bends him over forward, before stepping over his head. He signals for the End of Days (Canadian Destroyer). The crowd is erupting into boos at the sight of this before McPhee turns his body suddenly, getting his head free and grabbing the wrist of Demon. He pulls him forward into his shoulders while standing up and wrapping his arm around the neck of his opponent. He has him in the fireman’s carry before he pulls Demon over into a Death Valley Driver, but drops him across the back of his head straight on top of his knee. Demon sits up, holding the back of his neck after the impact while Trojan rushes into the squared circle now. He bolts across the ring and throws a boot that McPhee steps out of the way of. He gets to the side of Trojan and hooks up the leg that was thrown at him while locking his other arm around the neck of the big man. He hoists Trojan into the air and drops back with a release regal suplex. The body of Trojan is driven hard into the canvas before he rolls across it, Bitchcakes lying motionless on the canvas now. The crowd is on their feet, putting their hands together with all three men down in the ring, and Robin shouting for a tag.
Douglas: Bitchcakes needs to make that tag ladies and gentlemen, he desperately needs to make that tag to Robin!
Mayne: Yes, come on Bitchcakes! I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
Bitchcakes is exhausted as he rolls over sideways slowly, staring with glazed over eyes as an impatient Robin, who is jumping up and down, hand extended outward, desperate for the tag. Bitchcakes gets to his hands and knees, slowly crawling across them in the direction of Brooks with the fans going nuts, Trojan rising slowly. As soon as Trojan stands, Bitchcakes dives across the ring and tags in Robin, everyone getting to their feet as the Black Widow springs onto the top rope once more and flies off. She connects with a huge lariat that takes Trojan down to the canvas before she rises to her feet and turns towards Demon. He comes charging in only for Brooks to jump into the air and catch him with a hard dropkick to the face. He is taken down to the canvas, holding his jaw in pain before Brooks jumps to her feet, spinning towards Trojan, who has gotten to a standing base. Brooks spins around and hits him to the gut with a back heel kick, the shot bending him over forward with the crowd groaning the sound of the impact. Robin rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in before Trojan stands up straight and places his hands to her chest and stomach, throwing her up into the air. Robin turns in mid-air though and catches Trojan around the neck, pulling him around into a huge tornado DDT. Trojan crashes into the canvas head first and then drops over onto his side. The fans are putting their hands together loudly as Brooks rises to her feet, appearing fired up.
Douglas: This is it, this is it! Robin has the Hell’s Angels reeling, this may be her chance to pick up the win.
Mayne: Please God, yes, do it already Brooks, stop pandering to these fans and get the win already. I’m sure there just as sick of looking at you as I am.
The tired Robin points at the top rope, getting the fans to their feet as she moves towards the corner quickly. She slides through the ropes onto the apron and begins to make her way up the corner quickly, the referee turning to face her, his back directed towards McPhee. The crowd suddenly starts booing as Ryan Mills comes rushing down the ramp, straight after McPhee. Bitchcakes spins around and spots him though, dropping off the apron quickly and putting his fists up in the direction of his former tag team partner. Mills stops abruptly though, putting his hands up in the direction of McPhee and backing up slowly.
Douglas: Ryan Mills trying to get involved in this match, but Bitchcakes it keeping him at bay. This issue is really starting to brew between them.
Mayne: Look, typical reaction from this neanderthal, Bitchcakes. Ryan comes out to show his former partner some support, and he immediately tries to get physical with him.
Dan: Oh, bullshit.
Robin is getting to the top rope, the fans switching their eyes to the Black Widow as she begins to stand up, setting for the Flying Star. Suddenly, Tim May jumps onto the apron behind her though, placing his hand to her posterior and shoving her off the turnbuckle. Robin flips over and crashes onto her back while the official turned to observe Mills backing up the ramp, Bitchcakes stepping towards him with closed fists. Robin sits up, reaching for her back in pain while she gets to her hands and knees, trying to stand up. Trojan steps in quickly though, catching her around the neck and hoisting Robin into the air in a brainbuster position before Demon rises and rushes into the cables in front of her. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in, delivering a sickening chop to the chest of Robin while she was held upside down, Trojan dropping her down head first into the canvas with the brainbuster. Brooks bounces off the canvas and then drops onto her back, the fans booing furiously at the sight of this. Bitchcakes still hasn’t turned out to face the action in the ring, as Ryan is backing up the ramp, explaining himself with a sinister grin on his face.
Dan: No, Bitchcakes turn around, turn around!
Mayne: Don’t tell me it’s going to end this way, not this way!!
Demon is making the cover on Brooks while Bitchcakes is oblivious to this.
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The entire arena is infuriated as the Hell’s Angels pick up a win, Bitchcakes turning back towards the ring as the bell rings. An outraged expression now befalls his face the Hell’s Angels rise to their knees, raising their arms in victory. Tim May is going nuts on the outside of the ring as he points at the commentary booth, jumping for joy with excitement.
Mayne: Yeah, celebrate you washed up has-been. You have to live through someone else to find success.
Douglas: I can’t believe this, I cannot believe the way the Hell’s Angels have just won this match.
Bitchcakes steps back towards the ring, appearing irate with what he is seeing here as the Hell’s Angels continue to celebrate in the center of the ring. May slides into the ring and grabs the wrists of both Trojan and Demon, lifting their arms high into the air as they celebrate this mementos occasion.
PROMOTING THE PAST
The camera opens on the enclosed parking structure allowing access to the arena, where a set of headlights are shining straight into the lens. They belong to a large black SUV which careens to a careful stop along side a large stone column, and only a few inches away from the entrance to the arena. The driver’s side door pops open as the crowd finds themselves reacting loudly at the sight of none other than Chapel vacating the vehicle. Everyone is on their feet as he steps out onto the concrete beneath his feet and stares around at his surroundings with, shockingly an almost excited expression on his features. Demona exits from the passenger seat with a bag over her shoulder as she steps around beside Chapel, who is holding his new DVD in his hand, patting it against his chest and smelling the air around him.
Chapel: Hmmm, let’s get this over with as fast as possible.
Demona nods her head in agreement as they both start towards the entrance to the arena only to have the double doors open right before they could reach them, Jason Takashi exiting with a thing of headphones in his ears, and the Goodtimes title over his shoulder. He dances a little as he steps forward and snaps his fingers, eyes closed as he doesn’t even see Chapel in front of him. He suddenly bumps nose first into the chest of Chapel before taking a step back and overlooking him with a confused expression on his features.
Takashi: Well hey there big fella.
Chapel stares at him with his features twisted in absolute anger, not enjoying the presence of Takashi one bit. Demona tugs on Chapel’s jacket sleeve though, forcing him to follow as he snarls at Takashi, finally entering the arena. Jason watches him leave with his jaw hanging open slightly, his eyes brimming with confusion.
Takashi: Pfft, steroids.....
Jason shakes his head before he continues to snap his fingers and whistle the tune. He then looks around at his surroundings with bewilderment on his face.
Jason: Wait, where the hell am I?
COMMERCIAL BREAK
HELL ON EARTH
The crowd has a very mixed reaction at the sight of the Hells Angels, a tired Trojan and a very exhausted Demon standing in the forefront of the camera, staring forward into it with exasperated expressions on their faces. They seem very tired after an intense tag team confrontation, breathing heavily while the camera pans out some more to reveal none other than Tim May standing between them. He fixes his suit and appears all the more proper while Susie Moore stands at his side, with a microphone held up to her lips.
Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Susie Moore, standing by with Latex and Devil, after an intense tag team confrontati.....
May reaches out and grabs the microphone from a shocked Susie though, placing his hand to her shoulder and shoving her out of the camera’s frame. He steps forward, taking up the space entirely between the Hells Angels and staring into the camera with a very upset expression on his face.
May: You know what, the Hell’s Angels aren;t going to stand here and listen to some bimbo try to inadequately do the job of a man, just like Robin Brooks attempted to a few moments ago in the center of that ring. But once again, Trojan, and Demon, showed a little something I’d like to refer to as, male superiority.
Trojan and Demon place their hands on the shoulders of May, patting them while he continues to glare sternly into the camera.
Tim: It’s obvious that tonight, we’ve shown that real men, like the Hell’s Angels, are both better equipped physically and mentally to handle in ring competition. While I on the other hand, I am obviously more adapt to handle the realm of commentating, unlike male impersonators such as Billy Mayne, or thick headed supermodels like Susie Moore. That’s why I’m taking over this segment, and not in dignifying myself by listening to some bimbo try so feebly to do what I’m a golden God at doing, and that’s handling this microphone. Besides, we’ve got one message, and one message alone...
Trojan and Demon’s eyes widen, trying to appear as frightening as possible as they stare into the camera, nodding their heads and appearing to be getting very motivated in a crazed fashion. Tim stares back and forth at them, nodding his head before staring back into the camera.
May: We’re here for one purpose, to put the tag team division on notice. It doesn’t matter what makeshift team is thrown at the Hell’s Angels, because they’ll be met with the same fait that all these duos have endured who’ve had the task of trying to defeat these monsters behind me. And it doesn’t matter what real teams the ULW currently has on it’s roster, no one, not Project Lost Cause, not Desolation and Crazy Eddie Mitchell, not Aurora Rose and Pitt, not whatever mongoloid Bitchcakes gets to team with him, and especially not the tag team champions the Alpha Generation, are going to be able to stop the greatest duo to ever step foot in this company from holding the gold. The ULW may be trying to build a tag team division, but the Hell’s Angels are going to do nothing short of destroy it! So bring your best ULW, put the greatest team you’ve got in front of the Hell’s Angels, and watch as they break them down to nothingness, hahaha.
Tim motions for the Hell’s Angels to follow him, marching out of the camera’s frame with a chuckling Demon following him. Trojan bends forward to stare into the camera though with intense eyes.
Trojan: The gates of hell are about to be opened boys, so it’s time to MAN UP!
Trojan backs away from the camera with a twisted expression on his face.
FACING YOUR DEMONS
The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of none other than General Manager AWOL lurking within the backstage corridor. He seems to be signing for something as a UPS representative stands in front of him. The figure, adorned in a brown suit, turns away, checking over his clipboard as AWOL stares at the package for a second and then shakes it next to his ear to determine the contents.
AWOL: I hope this isn’t one of those late January Christmas presents.
AWOL blinks his eyes for a moment with confusion on his face.
AWOL: Wait a minute, I haven’t got a Christmas present in twelve years. I guess that’s what happens when you horribly mutilate half of your friends.
AWOL!!
The shout if full of anger and rage, as the General Manager turns to stare off down the hall, pitching the package over his shoulder carelessly. The crowd responds much differently than they did a second ago as the frustrated features of Jackson Adams march into the camera. He overlooks AWOL with bitterness in his features, driven and furious at the mere sight of the General Manager, who just crosses his arms over his chest and appears pretty nonchalant.
AWOL: How may I be of service Mr. Adams?
His words were ever so condescending and only seem to instill further anger in the heart of the Alpha Generation member, clinching the only fist that remained outside of the cast.
Adams: I’ll tell you how you can help me, by keeping your big nose out of the Alpha Generation’s business.
His words seem full of intensity, and determination, trying to send a clear cut message to AWOL, who only retracts his head, thinking it over as he scratches his jaw.
AWOL: You know, even if I could do that, I wouldn’t.
Adams’ lower lip begins to quiver, his anger further enticed by this quick witted statement. As his frustrations mount, AWOL pokes his finger into Jackson’s chest, refusing to be backed down or bullied.
AWOL: I was given this job for a reason, to control assholes just like you. So that’s what I’m going to continue doing.
Jackson: No, no your not!
Adams waves his finger in the face of AWOL.
Adams: You will learn that we can’t be controlled, and that we’re sick of power hungry idiots like you trying to hold us back. It’s not our fault that you have such a deep seated jealousy of men like me.
AWOL: Me, jealous, of you?
Jackson: Your damn straight your jealous. Your jealous that you could never accomplish the things that we could. Your jealous that your youth has evaded you, and left you a broken down old hasbeen. Your jealous that men like me are in the prime of our lives, and taking the spots worthless, overrated hacks like you use to dominate and use to hold men like me back.
AWOL rolls his eyes and merely smirks as Jackson steps up closer to his face, staring up into the frightening features of the GM.
Adams: But most importantly, your jealous that you don’t have what it takes to step into the ring anymore, that you don’t have the backbone, the balls that guys like me, guys like the Alpha Generation possess. Look at you, in your monkey suit, standing here pushing papers and solving your conflicts with the wave of a pen. You don’t have a spine anymore, so you hide behind your suit, and your newly gained political powers, all the while shivering on the inside at the thought of the Alpha Generation rising against you.
The notion seems to strike AWOL as puzzling, as he raises his hands to his chin and rubs at it, cupping his elbow in his other palm.
AWOL: Hmmmm, really?
Adams: Yeah....we all know you gave your penis to Robin Brooks....
Jackson nods his head repeatedly and arrogantly while AWOL just glares down at him with a smirk. Suddenly that smile fades though as he leans in close, his stare seeming to unnerve Adams slightly.
AWOL: Well, it’s my honor to correct you, Adams. I don’t hide behind my General Manager role, it was a duty I was forced into by management to keep generic little jackasses like yourself under my thumb and from creating even more problems. And I’m afraid you’ve forgotten something, that maybe you’ve mistaken me with Mark Comeau. Because he did hide behind his suit, and his political powers, I on the other hand have no reason to hide, because I have no fear. That’s why management assigned me to this role, that’s why Conrad Gray basically had to give me a fucking blow job to come back here. Because he knows that nobody pushes me around, and why’s that? Because unlike other GM’s, if you cross me, I will have no problem slapping your teeth out of your mouth....
As the flustered GM leans in close to Adams, the Alpha Generation member swallows deeply. He seems to be regretting his decision to face off with AWOL.
AWOL: So if you think you, and the rest of your little spirit squad can run around here and keep testing me with there being no repercussions, I’ll be glad to show you the error of your ways. Don’t fuck with me Jackson, because you won’t like the repercussions. Now stay out of the ring for tonight’s main event.....
AWOL leans back and begins to fix his suit a bit, while Jackson stands tall in front of him, but a bit wavered now in his defiance.
AWOL: Now, it might interest you to know that your pals are on their way to the ring, because their match against the World Champion, the Livewire Champion, and the number one contender, is next.
AWOL leans in a bit more again to add emphasis to his words. A shocked look overcomes Adams’ face, realizing he has to get to the ring to support his Alpha Generation teammates, backing up quickly and taking off down the corridor. The camera turns to remain on AWOL’s less than pleased features, the sounds of Killing in the Name of, the AG’s them song, playing in the background.
DESOLATION & SILENCER & ISAAC SAINE VS. THE ALPHA GENERATION
The Alpha Generation is already entering the ring with their music still playing in the background, Killing in the Name Of hitting it’s faster beat as Devin and Ryan slip through the ropes. Too Magnificent remains on the top step though, hand wrapped around the exposed post and staring over his shoulder at some fans in the front row, jaw jacking with them. One of them holding up a “Lethal Weapon” sign high. Too Magnificent shakes his head in disgust at them as through the curtains now rushes Jackson Adams, who looks exasperated as he charges the ring.
Mayne: Oh thank God, I thought Jackson Adams was going to miss this match for a second.
Douglas: Heaven forbid he doesn’t get the opportunity to try and help his team cheat their way to victory.
Billy: My sentiments exactly.
Douglas: I was being sarcastic.
Mayne: Oh, you should work at that then.
The trio representing the Alpha Generation now stroll to the center of the ring, all three men appearing fired up for the impending physical confrontation. 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. While this happens, Silencer rolls into the ring.
Mayne: Is there anyway humanly possible for Silencer to get any odder?
Douglas: Why don’t you ask him?
Billy: No thanks, he’d probably pull some unusual Silence of the Lambs bullshit on me and throw something unmentionable in my face. I still can’t believe this man is our number one contender.
The referee does a good job at holding the Alpha Generation at bay, keeping them away from the man who assaulted them at the end of one last year’s Annihilation. Silencer stares at them sinisterly as, the light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...
Bring the violence Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloddied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnifcent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Deamonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes and the Livewire title over his shoulder... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares into the centre of the ring, throwing down his title belt in front of the AG members. His discourtesy towards the title seems to upset Adams on the outside of the ring.
Billy: And not only does Isaac Saine share the same blood line with Nathan, but he likes to cheat and steal things like him too.
Douglas: Oh please don’t even start down that road, Billy. Isaac won that Livewire title fair and square at last year’s War of the Worlds, where he absolutely decimated Jackson Adams in the center of the ring.
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.
Mayne: And it just keeps going from bad to worse. Not only do we have to deal with Mr. Bath in Blood, Silencer, and Isaac “In” Saine, but we have to endure the presence of Desolation as well? How much more shit can they possibly cram into one match?
Douglas: Isaac “In” Saine? How long did it take you to come up with these titles?
Billy: The better part of last night. I’d have better material if I hadn’t fired my Jewish writers.
The crowd is rather anxious now while Ryan Mills lurks in the corner, staring at the competition across the ring with Desolation being the individual starting out for his team. Devin Hawk and Too Magnificent shout words of encouragement towards Ryan while Isaac tries to say something to Desolation only to receive a shrewd glare from the World Champion. Isaac backs off as Desolation turns towards Ryan, the bell sounding, allowing both athletes to begin circling one another hesitantly. Desolation quickly steps in and catches Ryan with a collar elbow lock. Ryan begins to step back towards the ropes the though, the Dark Man pushing him towards them. Mills breaks away from Desolation quickly now and sticks his upper body through the ropes, kicking off at Desolation as the official steps in front of him and begs the Champion to back away. Desolation steps in reverse, glaring straight at a concerned Ryan, while Ingelson pleads with the World Champion to follow the rules. As Desolation turns to smack talk with him, Ryan charges at the Champion and throws a lariat. The Dark Man ducks under it in the nick of time. Ryan turns around and begins to rush in when Desolation spins and opens his palm, about to slap him across the face. Mills drops down onto his posterior though to avoid it and once again scrambles backwards into the ropes. He holds onto them for dear life while Desolation towers over him, shaking his head in agitation.
Mayne: Good strategy by Ryan Mills, stay away from Desolation’s strikes.....
Douglas: That’s the most obvious statement I think I’ve ever heard. Can you commentary skills get any worse than Batista’s?
Billy: Hey, at least I have a personality, unlike paper champions, and Tim May.
Ryan grabs hold of the ropes with a shocked expression on his face, using them to pull himself quickly back to his feet. He grips the cables tightly while Alex Ingelson once again holds Desolation at bay. The Dark Man plays along, putting on a big goofy grin and then rubbing Alex on the head, messing up the official’s hair. Ingelson quickly fixes it and then shouts in anger at Desolation before turning to face the rising Ryan. Suddenly Desolation pats him on the back then gives him a slap on the back side, causing Ingelson to hop into the air, rubbing at his rear end and waving his finger in the champ’s face. Desolation shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t know what’s going on, Adams yelling from the outside of the ring.
Adams: You should disqualify him for that!
Desolation turns in the direction of Ryan, who is observing all of this in confusion. He finally steps towards the Dark Man when the Champion moves swiftly in his direction. The movement causes Ryan to turn and charge into the ropes quickly, stepping through them onto the apron and shaking his head, refusing to lock up with the World Champion again. Desolation steps in quickly though when Ryan’s head is turned, before grabbing him by the hair and spinning him back towards the ring. He delivers a brutal knife edge chop to the sternum of Ryan, causing him to yell out in pain before he grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him into a flip over the ropes. Ryan crashes across his back and sits up, shouting out in pain before Desolation steps behind his back and delivers a straight buzzsaw kick to his spine. Ryan arches his back and gets to his knees, scooting across them and shouting out in pain throughout the process.
Desolation steps in, giving him no time to rest before grabbing him around the back of the head and forcing him up onto his feet. He now pitches him into the Champion’s corner back first, stepping in and tagging Isaac into the match. Saine is quick to slip in and immediately chop the chest of Ryan, causing a loud woo from the fans. He steps in and begins to drill the face of Mills again and again with hard fist shots to the cranium before kicking away at his mid-section. Mills can barely even stand before Isaac slaps the hand of Silencer, letting him come in and get some of Mills. With quickness Silencer enters the ring and now spinning back kicks Mills to the gut, causing him to bend forward and shout out in pain. Silencer spins around and blasts him to the side of the face with a hard roaring elbow, that knocks Mills backwards into the corner again, almost losing his footing. Silencer now steps towards Desolation and tags him in. The crowd gets excited to see Desolation re-enter the ring, stepping in front of Mills and placing his fingers under his jaw, lifting his head. Desolation runs to the center of the ring and then turns around, charging across the squared circle and jumping into the air. A loud thud is heard as he connects with a spinning heel kick straight to the chest of Mills, both men somehow remaining standing though. Desolation steps in front of Mills, holding him up against the corner and then tagging Silencer back into the match. Silencer springs over the ropes and turns his body, connecting with a straight back elbow to the face of Ryan, and then landing on his feet in front of him.
Dan: Quick tags being made by the team of Silencer, Isaac, and Desolation, this trio working surprisingly well together.
Mayne: Give it time Dan, give it time, it all comes down to egos, and the arrogance of all three of these men is going to be what spells their down fall.
Ryan can barely keep standing as Silencer finally snapmares him out of the corner and onto his seat. All the while Silencer pulls himself up onto the second rope before him and dives off with a dropkick to the back of his head. Mills begins to go into convulsions as he falls onto his back, wrapping his hands around the back of his head. Silencer gets up and approaches Isaac, tagging him back into the ring. He gladly motions towards Isaac while lifting his ankle and shaking it out a bit, the damage done to it last week still causing him some discomfort. Isaac steps into the ring and now drops a quick elbow to the sternum of Ryan, who is still unable to get to his feet. Isaac rushes up to a standing base and turns towards Desolation, stepping in and tagging his hand. The World Champion enters and moves to the side of Mills, dropping an elbow square into his sternum as well, the crowd going nuts. Desolation stands up and steps towards Silencer, tagging him in as well. Silencer enters and just like his partners, steps to the side of Mills, falling elbow first into his sternum. The crowd is all putting their hands together at the sight of this still as Silencer stands up and moves towards Isaac, tagging him into the ring. Saine descends quickly on Ryan, grabbing him around the neck and pulling his battered body to his feet. With great force Isaac hoists Ryan into the air and scoop slams him violently into the ring.
Isaac turns away from Ryan and steps into his corner before pulling himself up onto the second rope backwards. He now dives off, metal mask first straight into the sternum of Mills, causing him to go into convulsions all over the canvas. Isaac rises to his feet and pulls him onto his back before planting a quick leg drop across his neck, the fans putting their hands together at the sight of the Lionheart still being unable to get in a single offensive move. Devin and Too Magnificent are yelling loudly at Ryan, telling him to get back to his feet and to stop being the whipping boy.
Ryan tries to get to his feet but is caught off by Isaac, the Livewire Champion dragging him up to his feet and then chopping him stiffly across the sternum. The shot knocks Mills off of his feet and down to the canvas, rolling over and getting back to his feet as quickly as he can. Saine gives him a hard kick to the gut, bending him forward before charging into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes roaring back in when Mills stands up quickly and springs into the air. Without warning he connects with a dropkick straight to the face of Saine, taking him off of his feet and down hard back first into the canvas. With a confused expression on his face, Ryan turns away from the equally as dazed Isaac, beginning to crawl towards his corner. Saine grabs him by the ankle though, keeping him from moving any further.
Mayne: This isn’t fair, let the man make the tag already.
Douglas: Why must your logic contradict our Earth logic?
Ryan is dragged back to the center of the ring when Isaac attempts an elbow drop into his back. However, Mills rolls out of the way, Saine crashing elbow first into the canvas. He rolls onto his knees, holding his arm before shaking it off as Mills escapes under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Immediately, Mills shakes his head and protests what is happening, refusing to get back into the ring at Ingelson’s request as Isaac steps towards the cables and grabs the top one. He pulls himself over, flying at Mills with an attempted crossbody, putting all of his girth behind it. However, Ryan steps out of the way, causing Isaac to drop onto his feet instead, right in front of him. Mills steps in and kicks Saine to the gut before grabbing his wrist and dropping onto his back, whipping Saine with all of his moment straight at the steel barricade. Saine crashes knees first into the protective steel plates, flipping over the barricade and into the sea of humanity.
The crowd clears out of the way in disbelief, Saine lying amongst them, gripping at his knees. Ryan watches his pain in satisfaction before Silencer jumps off the apron and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, knocking him to his knees. Inside of the ring, Devin Hawk has entered, rushing across the squared circle, straight at an entering Desolation, ducking under his shot. Desolation spins around and walks right into a straight up, stiff big boot to the face, knocking the Champion down hard to the canvas. Too Magnificent runs around the ring now, straight at Silencer from behind and blasts him over the spine, knocking him down to his knees with Jackson shouting words of encouragement as well. Too Magnificent stomps away at Silencer’s back when Isaac steps over the barricade and rushes up behind his former teammate. He blasts Too Mag to the back, knocking him forward, face first into the ringpost. Too Mag tumbles onto his back while Isaac steps towards the rising Ryan and connects with a forearm to the side of his face.
Inside of the ring, amongst all this madness, Devin has grabbed Desolation around the neck and pulled him to a standing base. He takes him by the wrist and whips him spine first into the turnbuckle, only for the Champion to reverse the whip. Instead he sends the large Hawk charging into the corner and hitting it back first. Desolation now rushes in for a strike only for Hawk to turn and slips through the ropes at his side, getting onto the apron and avoiding the Champ, allowing him to strike the corner chest first. He bounces off and turns towards Devin, who grabs Desolation around the neck and places him in a stunner position, about to drop him throat first across the top rope. Suddenly Isaac grabs him around the ankle from the outside and pulls Hawk’s legs out from under him. Hawk flies over the mats and crashes into them back first, sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs. He grinds his teeth together and shakes his head from the pain while Too Magnificent resurfaces and drills Isaac over the back with a clubbing blow. While the referee is checking on Desolation in the center of the ring, who is still rubbing at his sternum from the impact with the corner, Adams steps towards the Livewire Champion on the outside and begins to blast him repeatedly to the face with repeatedly fist shots. Saine is almost taken down with Too Magnificent working on him as well before Desolation turns and rushes across the ring. He springs straight over the ropes and turns with a beautiful, breathtaking pancha straight on top of Too Magnificent, Jackson Adams and Isaac Saine, all three men crashing to the mats below.
Douglas: What gracefulness shown by Desolation! We don’t see him go high risk that often anymore, but my God what a breathtaking dive he just connected with.
Mayne: Why oh why can’t one of these moves end the wrong way, and have Desolation like land on the back of his neck. He can be the next Haybusa.
Desolation lies on top of the Alpha Generation and his own partner for a minute when Devin Hawk steps in and grabs the Champion by the hair. He pulls the dazed Desolation to his knees and begins to throw repeated right hands into his forehead, trying to beat him down. Silencer slips through the ropes now into the ring, stomping his ankle a few times to the canvas before staring to the outside at Devin slugging Desolation to the jaw repeatedly. He now overlooks the fans and then rushes into the cables opposite the one Devin and Desolation are standing beyond. He goes into a quick cartwheel across the canvas, and then ends up doing a back flip over the ropes, twisting in mid air to come down posterior first into the chest of Hawk, sending both men plummeting into the canvas. The fans are all on their feet, going absolutely insane over what they just witnessed, Silencer taking himself and Devin out on the outside of the ring.
Douglas: Talk about unbelievable! Silencer with a very unique aerial move straight on top of Devin Hawk, following up Desolation’s dive to the outside.
Mayne: Completely overshadowing Desolation in the process, hahaha.
The crowd is giving this action a standing ovation with almost everyone laying on the outside of the ring, out of it from the dives from the World Champion and the number one contender for his title. Everyone stands and begins to fight once again though, a huge battle erupting at ringside. Desolation gets to his feet and chops Devin to the chest, standing him up and backing him up from the blows as well. Jackson Adams rolls into the ring and crawls across the canvas into the opposite corner, where he turns, planting his seat and leaning back first against it. Isaac Saine slides into the ring and begins to approach him now, pointing at Adams with a demented glint in his eyes. Jackson puts his hands out in front of himself, one still in a cast, begging off as the Livewire Champion approaches. Silencer is blasting Too Magnificent to the back of his head on the outside when he turns and takes hold of the number one contender’s back, hoisting him into the air and throwing him spine first into the apron, almost chokeslamming him into it. Silencer bounces off hard and crashes into the mats before Too Magnificent slides into the ring behind Saine, beginning to rush up behind him before he can get his hands on the injured Jackson, who isn’t even suppose to be part of this match.
Too Mag blasts Saine over the back with a clubbing forearm strike before he grabs Isaac around the head and turns him towards the cables. Too Magnificent rushes Isaac at the ropes and tosses the Livewire Champion over to the outside. However, unbeknownst to Too Mag, Isaac has grabbed the top rope, landing feet first on the apron. Too Magnificent turns and spots this, rushing in before Isaac drills him to the side of the face with a forearm strike, knocking him onto his back. Isaac grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a huge senton bomb across the sternum and ribs of Too Magnificent. Saine’s age old rival goes into convulsions after the impact, rolling to the outside of the ring as Isaac gets to his feet and locks his eyes straight on Jackson Adams once again. The former Livewire Champion begins to beg off as Isaac slowly approaches, without warning though, Devin Hawk bolts across the ring having re-entered as he takes down Isaac with a brutal forearm to the back of the head. Saine spills to his chest and stomach with Devin landing on his knees and then standing up, flashing the Alpha Generation symbol at the fans. The crowd boos furiously at the sight of this as Devin turns straight around to spot Desolation flying off the turnbuckle at the last second and getting struck with a missile dropkick straight to the sternum. Devin is sent crashing into the canvas back first as a result of the impact, the crowd reacting with a huge wave of cheers at the sight of this.
Mayne: Devin taken out with the dropkick from the top rope by that crafty bastard Desolation, who is busting out some more high flying offense to combat these large powerhouses in this match.
Douglas: A wise strategy for Desolation, as it’s worked out quite well throughout this chaotic affair.
Desolation stands and turns in circles when Ryan Mills comes bolting at him from the other side of the ring. The Dark Man side steps him and catches him around the waist, hoisting Mills into the air and dropping him spine first across his knee with a huge back breaker. The fans erupt as the impact causes Ryan to drop off the Champion’s knee, shouting out in anguish while he holds his back. Desolation gets to his feet and approaches his corner, where Silencer is now standing, Isaac just now getting back to his feet. He tags in Silencer, who enters the ring quickly, hobbling a little on his bad ankle while approaching Ryan who has risen onto his knees, shaking his head and begging for mercy. Silencer looks around at the fans for a second, motioning towards Mills and just shaking his head in disgust. Mills reaches out quickly though and catches the front of Silencer’s pants, dropping back and pulling the number one contender towards the ropes. Silencer spills through them but grabs the middle cable, swinging around and planting his feet on the apron, keeping from crashing to the outside. Ryan stands up and backs towards him when Silencer reaches over the cables and takes hold of his hair, using it to drag Mills back first hard into the canvas. Ryan rolls away from Silencer and the ropes as the number one contender grabs the top rope and pulls himself up feet first onto it, about to propel himself off into a dive. Suddenly Adams jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope, shaking it, and causing Silencer to spill off, landing ribs first across the top cable and flying off backwards, crashing into the outside mats. The crowd is booing loudly at the sight of this, the official not able to see it as he jaw jacked with Devin on the apron.
Silencer rolls onto his knees, clutching at his ribs as he rises to his feet, when Too Magnificent charges up behind him and connects with a powerful lariat to the back of his skull, knocking him down into a roll across the mats. Everyone is standing and booing furiously as Too Magnificent backs up, wearing a giant, demented grin on his face, having truly enjoyed what he just did to Silencer, his long time rival. Silencer begins to will his way to his feet though, trying to stand up when Ryan slides through the ropes and drops onto the mats in front of him. He steps in and places his arm across the chest of the number one contender before throwing him back first into the steel plates of the barricade. Silencer bashes off, yelling out in pain as he steps forward only for Ryan to catch him around the waist and turn so that his back is facing the mats. He drops in reverse, connecting with a belly to belly suplex that flips Silencer over and sends him crashing hard spine first into the outside mats. The impact causes Silencer to sit up, yelling at the top of his lungs but with no sound coming out. The pain is unbelievable as Ryan grabs him around the jaw and drags him to his feet, rolling him into the squared circle under the ropes. Mills enters himself, scrambling quickly into the cover. He hooks Silencer’s leg as Ingelson drops to make the count.
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Isaac enters and stomps Mills to the back of the head, breaking up his attempt at the pinfall. Mills rises to his knees and gives Isaac an up yours taunt which only seems to bring a big grin to the face of the Livewire Champion as he returns to his corner.
Douglas: God damn that Jackson Adams, I can’t believe he stuck his annoying little face into this match again, and now has allowed the Alpha Generation to press the advantage on Silencer.
Mayne: It was only a matter of time Dan, until the AG got back in control.
Dan: You say that as a rebuttal every damn time the Alpha Generation cheat to gain control of the match.
Billy: Because it’s true!
Ryan grabs Silencer by the hair and forces him onto his knees before dragging him towards the Alpha Generation corner. He slaps the hand of Too Magnificent who quickly enters the ring and slams his forearm over the upper spine of the prone Silencer. The contender yells out at the top of his lungs as he arches his back from the blow, Too Magnificent taking hold of his wrist and forcing him up onto his feet before whipping him with force straight into the corner. Silencer turns and crashes into it back first, his arms falling over the cables before Too Magnificent barrels across the ring and sandwiches his former friend against the corner with a big splash. Silencer barely remains standing in the corner as Too Magnificent takes a step back and opens his palm, bringing it down over the sternum of the number one contender. The crowd unleashes a woo at the sound of the nasty chop while Too Magnificent catches Silencer under the arm and now steps out of the corner, dragging his opponent with him before throwing him high into the air. Silencer flips through the air, getting tremendous height before crashing violently into the canvas, sitting up and roaring in anguish. As he remains sitting up, Too Magnificent steps in and drops down, delivering a straight forearm to the lower back of Silencer, causing him to writhe in anguish across the canvas. Too Magnificent stands, full of intensity before he approaches his corner and tags in Devin Hawk. The massive individual steps confidently over the ropes and now descends upon Silencer, grabbing him around the hair and rolling him onto his knees before dragging him to his feet. He pulls him straight into his huge arms, standing up and holding him in a bear hug, squeezing at the back and ribs of Silencer.
He slowly allows the number one contender to bridge back with his upper body though, trying to escape the hold. Instead of getting free though, Silencer finds his body twisted over the arms of Devin, the top of his head touching the canvas while his mid-section is gripped between the thick arms of Hawk. The crowd begins to scream now as Devin steps over the upper back of Silencer and almost lowers down onto his knees, folding Silencer’s body up unlike it should be contorted. The crowd is still screaming at the sight of the nasty contortion of Silencer’s frame before Devin drops him down out of the bear hug, allowing him to fall onto his chest and stomach. He turns now and sits on the back of Silencer, wrapping his hands around his jaw and pulling in reverse on it, pulling him up into a camel clutch. Silencer is grinding his teeth throughout the process before Devin begins to fall backwards with the camel clutch still applied. Devin falls all the way on his back on top of the back of Silencer’s shin, pulling up his head and the rest of his body. He is lying on top of Silencer’s legs as he briefly takes one of his hands away from the chin of the number one contender and wraps it around the shin of Silencer before reaching up and grabbing the jaw again. The crowd is shocked as Devin puts both of his arms around the shins of Silencer, while reaching around them and upward to apply the rear chin lock, folding the number one contender over completely backwards so that the top of his head is almost touching his very own feet.
Douglas: Ooooohhh God, this sick. The human body is not suppose to be twisted in such a way.
Mayne: This is pretty ghastly, I think I hear bones breaking and muscles snapping in Silencer’s slender frame.
Devin continues to pull Silencer over completely backwards while the contender rests on his knees, Devin pinning his legs down and wrapping them up in this unique submission. However, he doesn’t realize his shoulders are down.
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Devin breaks the hold before having the official reach three, turning onto his knees and staring at Ingelson in anger. He stands up and makes his way towards Ryan quickly, tagging him into the match as Mills jumps the cables and rushes into the ring. Silencer has turned onto his elbows and knees, trying to crawl towards his corner when Ryan steps to his side and plants a quick leg drop across the back of his neck. He then rises to his feet and grabs Silencer by the hair, dragging him up to his feet and kicking him to the gut before placing him in a powerbomb position. He hoists Silencer into the air and now lets his lower body flip over his back, catching the front of his shins against Mills’ thighs and interlocking his hands around the jaw of the number one contender. He has him in the gory special, bending over forward as the back of Silencer’s neck is over his right shoulder, pulling down on it with his hands. Silencer’s legs are trapped in front of Mills’ thighs, hooked around them. The crowd once again screams and squeals as Silencer is bent completely over backwards, his head over the shoulder of Ryan, almost touching his own feet.
Billy: Oh man, they’re breaking Silencer’s back all over again! This is disgusting, absolutely disgusting, and I love it.
Douglas: Silencer is not a Stretch Armstrong doll, he is not suppose to be bent and contorted in these ways.
Silencer is about to tap out it seems, but struggles against doing so, refusing to give into the pain as Ryan backs towards his corner. Ryan releases Silencer’s chin, allowing his upper body to fall off his back when Devin reaches out and catches the number one contender around the back of the head. He drops off the apron and pulls Silencer throat first into the top rope, bouncing him off and causing his head to fly back up over the shoulder of Ryan, who catches him around the jaw again and drops down into a version of the Widow’s Peak. Silencer’s head crashes off the shoulder of Ryan before falling forward onto the canvas, Mills getting up quickly and reaching back as he grabs the legs of his opponent. He lifts them up and places them under his arm pits before stepping over the back of Silencer, placing him in almost a reverse liontamer. He reaches out and slaps the hand of Too Magnificent who quickly enters the ring and stomps away at the back of Silencer’s head repeatedly. Ryan drops his legs and reaches out, wrapping his hands around the jaw of Silencer, pulling his head up and placing him in the camel clutch. Too Magnificent backs into the ropes at their side, bouncing off and coming in as he lobs a boot into the side of Silencer’s face. Ryan breaks the camel clutch but reaches down, grabbing the belt line of Silencer and pulling him up onto his hands and knees. He quickly jumps into the air and comes down posterior first over the back of Silencer, allowing him to drop to the mats before finally vacating the ring.
As soon as he does, Too Mag steps in and grabs the ankle of Silencer, extending it out over the canvas and then dropping down elbow first into it. Silencer begins to yell out at the top of his lungs from the impact into his taped up leg as Too Magnificent pulls it out again and places it over the canvas and then stomps him to the face again to knock him out. He approaches the turnbuckle quickly, turning and pulling himself up it backwards, planting his feet on the middle rope and then jumping off. He extends his leg and drops it straight across the ankle of Silencer, causing him to flop up and down, reaching for his leg and yelling at the top of his lungs. Too Magnificent rises to his feet, tapping his temple and chuckling to himself as he approaches the down Silencer, Jackson Adams shouting through the ropes for him to stay on top of the number one contender. Too Magnificent does so by grabbing the ankle and ragging it out over the canvas again. He lifts his elbow and plants it straight into the ankle one more time, causing Silencer to shout as he rolls across the canvas, reaching for his leg. Too Magnificent stands up and begins to hop on one foot, laughing sadistically to himself throughout the process, but not amusing Adams on the outside of the ring. Finally he steps towards Silencer and grabs him around the jaw, pulling him to his feet and then folding up his leg, lifting him into the air with it, about to drop him ankle first onto his knee. Suddenly Silencer turns his body though in mid-air and reaches out, catching Too Magnificent around the neck, spinning around and planting him head first into the canvas with a huge tornado DDT.
Douglas: What a counter, and talk about a counter that Silencer needed to make!
Mayne: After the way his body has been stretched, and after the damage done to his ankle, he better make this tag, or else he just won’t be losing this match, his career may be killed.
Silencer lies on his back, with Too Magnificent laying just beside him, both men barely moving. Finally the number one contender begins to stir, moving onto his side and staring at Isaac, who is slapping his hands and demanding he make a tag. Desolation just yawns and waves apathetically for him to come over and tag him in. Silencer begins to crawl desperately towards his corner of the ring, his body wracked in pain from all that’s gone down, the back breaking stretches, the damage to his already battered ankle. He finds the strength to begin to will his way up to his feet though, limping heavily on his bad leg as he moves towards Desolation and Isaac. Suddenly, Too Magnificent rolls over and makes the tag to Devin, who enters the ring and rushes straight up behind Silencer, dropping down and connecting with a shoulder clip to the back of his ankle. Silencer roars in pain as he tumbles onto his back, reaching for leg in anguish.
Hawk stands up and grabs hold of the leg, sticking it outward and then dropping an elbow into the back of his knee and his ankle as well. Silencer shouts out in pain before Devin stands up, holding onto that still battered ankle. He swings around it and sticks his leg out, dropping it across the ankle this time. Silencer turns from side to side on his back, writhing in anguish while Hawk stands up and takes hold of the ankle again. He pulls it into the air and begins to drag Silencer back to the center of the ring across his back. As soon as he steps in reverse far enough to be almost in his own corner, Too Magnificent reaches over the cables and slaps Devin’s shoulder, tagging himself back in.
Hawk looks outraged by this but Too Magnificent doesn’t take the time to stare back at him, just takes the ankle out of Devin’s hand and falls elbow first directly into it. Silencer roars at the top of his lungs as Too Magnificent scoots upward towards his body and now buries his elbow into the side of the number one contender’s knee. He sticks his legs out and wraps them both around the ankle, clamping them around it tightly while further digging the point of his elbow into the kneecap of his on again off again rival.
Too Magnificent puts most of his force into the squeezing of his legs about Silencer’s ankle though, causing him to grimace in tremendous anguish. The number one contender hides his face in his hands, trying not to tap out, trying not to show his pain to the world. With quickness, he leans forward though and extends his hands, digging his fingers into the eye sockets of Magnificent, raking at them violently as the former Xtreme Champion roars at the top of his lungs. Silencer sticks his fingers down into the nostrils of Too Magnificent now, fish-hooking them and causing the Alpha Generation member to shout loudly. He tries to blow the fingers out his nostrils before he squeezes his legs together even more tightly around Silencer’s ankle, causing him to fall onto his back again and shout out in anguish. He sits up once more though, refusing to tap out as he blasts Too Mag over the back of the head with a forearm strike, and then does it again. Magnificent’s grip weakens on the ankle with each shot before Silencer open hand slaps the back of his neck, causing the crowd to woo. He then open hand slaps the neck again, causing Too Magnificent to sit up, arching his neck in pain as Silencer turns and desperately tries to crawl towards his corner while he’s free from this hold. Suddenly Too Mag turns and grabs him by the ankle though, keeping hold of it while he rises to his feet, trying to keep Silencer from making it across the ring. In a slow groggy manner Too Magnificent pulls Silencer to one foot by yanking on his battered ankle, keeping it held up in the air. As Silencer stands up, reaching out for the tag which is so far away Too Magnificent throws his ankle down, and causes the number one contender to back into him. Too Magnificent catches Silencer with a full nelson before hoisting him up into the air. As soon as he does this though, Silencer turns and swings out of the full nelson, free of the arm of Too Magnificent, landing straight on his feet behind his back.
Too Mag turns around and throws a big boot at Silencer, that he ducks, diving across the ring and slapping the hand of Desolation. The entire arena gets to its feet at the sight of this.
Douglas: Silencer made the tag!!
Mayne: What the hell!?! I say feigning excitement.
Desolation jumps over the ropes straight into the ring and bolts straight across at Too Magnificent, who doesn’t even realize Silencer’s made the tag behind him. Before he can react, Silencer steps up to his side and sticks his head under his arm pit before hoisting Too Magnificent into the air and connecting with the angle slam. The crowd reacts with excitement at the sight of the move as Desolation jumps to his feet and then unleashes a loud roar, rushing across the ring and diving feet first through the ropes at Ryan Mills. He connects with a stiff front dropkick to the mid-section of Mills through the cables, sending him flying off the apron and crashing side first into the barricade. He bounces off and tumbles onto his back as a result while Devin rushes into the ring now. He bolts at the rising Desolation, who ducks a lariat attempt from him and charges into the cables behind him. Too Magnificent gets to his feet beside Devin as Desolation jumps onto the second rope and springs off. He moonsaults over the shoulder of Devin, catching him around the neck and dropping onto his feet as he floats over. He has Devin in the reverse DDT position before he reaches up and catches a dazed Magnificent around the neck, dropping to the canvas as he hits a stunner and a reverse DDT. The fans erupt as Too Magnificent bounces off the shoulder chin first and flies through the air, Devin gripping the back of his head and rolling across the canvas. The crowd is on its feet, starting a “UL-Dub” chant as Desolation gets to his feet and turns towards Jackson Adams who has jumped onto the apron, pointing and shouting at the World Champion.
Desolation without hesitance, steps forward and superkicks the jaw of Jackson, knocking him from the apron and sending him spilling to the outside mats. He looks out cold as Desolation points over the ropes, shouting at him, behind his back though, Ryan enters the ring, gripping his ribs and throwing a forearm over his spine. Desolation is knocked forward into the cables before Ryan turns him around and takes hold of his wrist, whipping him quickly across the ring. Desolation reverses the whip though, instead sending Mills charging into the ropes. As soon as he does, Isaac enters the ring in front of him and delivers a jumping back heel kick to his face. The shot is stiff and knocks Mills down hard to the canvas, the Livewire Champion rising to his feet and approaching a standing Devin Hawk. He throws repeated right hands into his jaw, knocking him backwards while Desolation steps in and begins to do the same thing. Devin hits the corner back first while Desolation and Isaac begin to chop him repeatedly to the chest, Too Magnificent rolling to the outside of the ring. His legs barely remain beneath him while he grabs the banner hanging from the apron and throws it up into the air, reaching under the ring and grabbing a table. The fans begin to scream as Too Magnificent drags the table out and begins to slide it under the cables into the squared circle.
Billy: Things are getting out of control already here, with Too Magnificent bringing a table into the fray! This is about to breakdown even further ladies and gentlemen.
Douglas: Things not going the Alpha Generation’s way, so what does this lunatic do? He starts to cheat and brings in a table.
Too Magnificent begins to set the table up in the corner while Silencer enters the ring, hobbling as he steps up to his opponent. He blasts Too Magnificent across the jaw, and then does it again, backing him up into the cables, in the meanwhile, Desolation turns towards a rising Ryan Mills, who’s back is facing the ropes. He rushes across the ring when Ryan bends forward, catching Desolation against his shoulder and elevating him over the ropes, sending him flying to the outside mats with a hard crash. He lands on top of them, holding his spine as he rolls over onto his side, trying to push himself up onto his feet. Meanwhile, inside of the ring, Isaac blasts Devin to the jaw and then turns towards Ryan as he begins to step in. He kicks him hard to the gut and then turns back towards Devin who has staggered to the center of the ring. He grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards Ryan only for Hawk to reverse said whip and send the Livewire Champion charging at the AG member. Ryan steps forward and connects with a stiff superkick under the jaw of Isaac. The shot knocks him into a reverse spiral in the direction of Devin, somehow remaining on his face before Hawk kicks him to the gut and grabs him around the head, dropping into a hard, high impact DDT. Isaac bounces off the canvas and rolls onto his back while Devin gets to his feet, appearing all fired up.
Silencer is busy chopping Too Magnificent across the chest as he leans against he ropes for support when Ryan steps up behind the number one contender and blasts him to the kidney area with a knee. He now bends forward and buries his shoulder to the spine of Silencer before hoisting him into the air. Silencer flips over backwards, landing on his feet and hobbling behind Mills before jumping into the air and dropsaulting him to the back of his shoulders. Ryan is sent charging at Too Magnificent, who steps out of the way, causing Mills to fly through the cables and turn, crashing hard across the outside mats. Silencer gets up, favoring his ankle and back when he turns towards Devin, who rushes across the ring and delivers a hard lariat to his throat. The shot sends Silencer into a corkscrew before he collapses on his back. Hawk bends forward after the collision before he turns towards Desolation, who has risen onto the apron, getting to his feet. He immediately charges in when Desolation bends forward, driving his shoulder into his gut. Devin is bent forward from the impact before Silencer pulls himself over into a sunset flip, wrapping his arms around the waist of Hawk. He rolls him up in reverse and then allows Hawk to roll out of it onto his knees. As soon as he does, Desolation stands up and delivers a stiff, sickening buzzsaw kick to the side of his face. Devin flies backwards from the impact, crashing onto his back with the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this.
The crowd is buzzing, before they start booing furiously at the sight of Orlando Cruze jumping over the barricade, steel chair in hand. He rushes towards the ring when Desolation bolts across the squared circle and dives through the ropes, connecting with a flying suicide forearm to the face of the Icon. The crowd is going nuts as Orlando is knocked off of his feet, sent tumbling onto the outside mats with the Dark Man landing beside him.
Douglas: Orlando Cruze trying to get involved in this match and getting taken out by Desolation before he could become a factor!
Mayne: Desolation had no right to attack him, all Cruze was doing was getting a ringside seat for this match.
Dan: Oh bullshit!
The fans are still going nuts as Orlando rushes to his feet and staggering towards the barricade before Desolation rushes forward and drills him to the back of the head with a forearm that causes the Icon to spill into the sea of humanity. The World Champion is hot on his heels, stepping over the barricade and keeping after Cruze, slugging the rising Icon to the side of the face repeatedly. Inside of the ring, Isaac and Silencer have gotten back to their feet, stepping towards Magnificent as both men drill him repeatedly to the face. Too Mag steps forward though and catches both men around their throats, setting up for a double chokeslam. They both kick him to the gut though and rush into the cables in front of Too Magnificent, bouncing off and coming back in when Too Mag steps forward and goes for a double lariat. He takes Isaac down while Silencer ducks it and hobbles into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes charging back at Too Mag who turns and catches him against the chest and stomach, throwing him up high into the air with the press and then placing his hands to the back of his head and spine, shoving him down straight on top of Isaac Saine. The crowd screams at the sight of this, Silencer bouncing off of Isaac and rolling across the mats. Silencer rolls across the mats, before spilling to the outside of the ring, Too Magnificent taking hold of Isaac’s wrist and dragging him to his feet. He backs towards the table and now grabs him by the wrist, whipping him towards the wooden mass set up in the corner. Isaac bends forward though, tucking down and getting around behind the back of Magnificent though and wrapping his arms around his waist. The fans go nuts as Isaac drops back into a huge German suplex, sending Too Mag flying through the table, breaking it into pieces.
Douglas: OH MY GOD!! Too Magnificent Germaned through the table by his age old rival Isaac Saine!
Mayne: This is madness, madness I say! Desolation has even vanished into the sea of humanity as he assaults Orlando unjustly.
Silencer has now spilled to the outside mats, trying to shake his head and get back to his feet when something catches the corner of his eye. The crowd starts to boo at the sight of that same mysterious, hooded figure emerging onto the stage, standing there with his face hidden beneath a shroud. He extends his arms out to his sides and tilts his head, staring through the shadows of his hood, straight at the kneeling Silencer at ringside. The number one contender, looks confused, standing up and starting to make his way up the ramp. Inside of the ring, Isaac has gotten to his feet, looking exhausted as Devin now rushes into the fray out of nowhere. He throws a big boot as Isaac ducks it though and gets around behind his back, catching his arms and placing him in the cobra clutch, setting for the Psychotic Episode. Suddenly Ryan steps up behind Isaac and jumps into the air, catching the shoulders of Saine and pulling him down back first into a double knee back cracker. The body of Isaac bounces off the knees before he tumbles at Ryan’s side, Mills sitting up with a huge grin on his face.
Silencer turns back towards the ring and rushes down the ramp quickly, jumping onto the apron and grabbing the top rope. Devin and Ryan turn towards one another as Silencer springs onto the top cable and now flies off, soaring through the air with a picture perfect senton into both men, taking all three of them down to the canvas with a hard collision. Silencer rolls over onto his knees quickly, getting to his feet and appearing fired up before he turns and finds himself glaring at that same shrouded figure who has jumped onto the apron now, using the top rope to maintain his balance. He points straight into Silencer’s face as the Number One Contender seems oddly drawn to him. So much so in fact that he doesn’t even realize both Mills and Devin are getting to their feet behind him. Silencer steps forward slowly in the direction of the shrouded individual before he turns straight around into Devin, who catches him by the leg and hoists him up into the air. Ryan catches Silencer around the neck as they drop him into a flapjack, diamond cutter combination. Silencer bounces hard off the canvas then rolls onto his back, Mills scrambling into the cover as he hooks his leg.
Mayne: What a tag team move by the Alpha Generation!
Douglas: They hit it completely out of nowhere!
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Silencer rolls across the canvas and spills to the outside of the ring while the hooded figure backs up the ramp quickly, staring at him through the shadows of his shroud. The camera cuts to Desolation as he stands in the crowd, Orlando no longer in sight as security forms a wall around the World Champion and the Icon, who has been dragged away presumably. Desolation does not like what he’s seeing from his vantage point.
Douglas: I cannot believe the way this battle has ended. In what was an incredible match, the Alpha Generation once again had to rely on their damn tricks to get the victory.
Mayne: This is great, this is the biggest win of their ULW careers!
The Alpha Generation remain inside of the ring, all of them looking terribly exhausted as Too Magnificent starts out of the corner. He falls to his knees, holding the back of his neck while Devin, Ryan and Jackson all stand in the center as well, appearing quite beatdown and brutalized. Too Magnificent shakes his head in disgust at the sight of his partners, demanding they raise his hand in victory before they all stare at one another in confusion. Suddenly Devin turns and big boots Too Magnificent to his face, the crowd screaming in shock as the AG member is taken down hard to the mats. Ryan, Jackson, and Devin all three step in and begin to lay into Too Magnificent with boot shots now.
Mayne: Wait a minute, what the hell!?! Even I didn’t see this coming.
Douglas: The Alpha Generation has turned on Too Magnificent, they’re beating the hell out of him here.
Jackson is pointing and shouting at Too Magnificent in anger while Devin grabs the dazed former Xtreme Champion by the hair and forces him to his feet.
Adams: We’re not going to tolerate any more failures! The Alpha Generation are winners, dammit!
Devin turns Too Magnificent onto his knees and pulls his head between his legs before wrapping his arms around his waist. Hawk now hoists Too Magnificent into the air with brute strength, holding him in a powerbomb position before Ryan catches the back of Mag’s head. They drop him hard to the canvas with a powerbomb, reverse neckbreaker combination, causing the crowd to cover their mouths in shock. Too Mag sits up, looking incredibly dazed by the double impact as Jackson bends forward, pointing and shouting into his face. Suddenly Isaac comes back into the scene with a chair in hand, swinging it wildly at everyone in sight. The Alpha Generation members dive out of the ring though as a crazed Isaac continues to swing the chair in all directions.
Douglas: Isaac re-entering the ring and looking absolutely furious!
Mayne: This show, just like last week is just getting crazier and crazier by the second.
Isaac grips the chair, appearing furious, smoke almost seeping from his nostrils while he glares at Devin, Ryan, and Jackson joining up at the bottom of the ramp, backing away slowly. EMTs rush from the back and slide into the ring, checking on the down Too Magnificent, Isaac even threatening them with the chair in hand.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE DVD EVERYONE’S BEEN WAITING FOR
The crowd is still swept up into chaos after the last insane 6 man tag team battle was just witnessed, the camera cutting to the ring immediately though. Their stage hands are reluctantly entering the ring and setting up a prop with three little steel legs supporting a large framed poster, bearing the cover of Chapel’s latest DVD. Their caution stems from the presence of Isaac Saine, his arms crossed over his chest and one leg placed over the other. He is seated in the middle of the ring on a steel chair while his eyes gaze forward furiously at the entry way. It’s obvious that he has not moved from the ring an inch after the conclusion of the previous affair.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Annihilation, and as you can see we’re setting up for the big interview with Chapel about his DVD. However, Isaac Saine has not left the ring since the end of our last match, and seems dead set on remaining inside.
Mayne: Why doesn’t he get his talentless ass up already and walk to the back with the rest of the losers? I’m sick of seeing him in the ring already. How much of Isaac Saine must we endure?
As the Livewire title glistens over the shoulder of Isaac, he continues to stare with malcontent brooding behind his eyes. Finally, Jerry Walters emerges from the curtains and reluctantly makes his way towards the ring, a microphone gripped tightly within his hand. He rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring in a fine gray suit, apprehensively approaching Isaac, who has taken his eyes off the entry way.
Dan: Jerry Walters now out here, ready to interview Chapel and help promote his DVD, but how can he possibly do it with Isaac in the ring. Maybe he can get us a word with the Livewire Champion.
Jerry reluctantly steps to the side of Isaac before bending forward with the mic stuck to his pursed lips.
Walters: Excuse me, Mr. Saine, but I must ask, what are you still doing in the ring?
Saine doesn’t seem interested with answering the question, just keeps his eyes focused on the entry way, breathing heavily. Finally he leans towards the mic which is held out in front of his trembling lips.
Isaac: I am not leaving this ring until the Alpha Generation brings their assess back out here and face me man to man! I’m sick of being disrespected, I’m sick of low lives like Jackson Adams, putting his hands on me. I’m tired of no talent bums trying to steal a spot I worked so hard to earn!
The crowd goes nuts while Jerry steps back, in disbelief over this announcement. He looks around at the fans and then shrugs his shoulders before continuing, just as cautiously.
Jerry: But Isaac.....
Saine: BUT WHAT!?!
The furious Saine leans forward in his chair, allowing his title to drop across his knees, staring at Jerry with all the hatred in the world captured in his cold gaze.
Isaac: I’m not leaving this ring until they get back out here. That means this show will not continue until then!
With the same determination and defiance, Isaac turns back towards the curtains, eyes focused narrowly upon it.
Walters: Isaac, you do realize that Chapel’s DVD advertisement is next though, right?
The question seems to have no effect of Saine at first, before he lowers his head and begins to chuckle. With cat like speed he jumps to his feet and grabs Walters by the collar of his fine jacket, dragging his trembling body in close and beginning to shout angrily. He shakes Jerry in his massive grip.
Isaac: I don’t care who’s slated to come out here next, dammit! I said what I want, and I’m not leaving this ring until I get it! Especially not for someone who doesn’t even deserve this type of fucking recognition!!
Twisted now hits the PA system as the crowd rises to its feet, unexpectedly going nuts at the sound of ULW legend Chapel’s entrance tune. Isaac takes his hands off of Jerry, who staggers backwards into the ropes in fright. The Champion’s eyes cut quickly to the entry way where through the curtains strides none other than Chapel, joined along side by Demona. The crowd is going nuts as Chapel steps onto the stage and gives a quick look back and forth at his die hard supporters. Demona steps to the side of Chapel and motions towards him with both fingers, shouting his praises.
Douglas: Here he is ladies and gentlemen, it’s Chapel. The former Livewire, TV, and Tag Team Champion, on top of holding so many other belts here in the ULW. Its great to see him back live tonight.
Mayne: It certainly is, it’s a shame this man retired so young last year, when he was really beginning to develop some interesting qualities, and pick up some steam as he blazed a trail to the World Heavyweight title. The one belt that has alluded him here in the ULW.
Dan: This should certainly be interesting. Chapel was here for an interview, I’m sure he didn’t think he’d have to deal with a pissed off Isaac Saine.
Chapel gives a long hard glare to Isaac in the ring, who has taken his eyes off of the King of Monsters. Only briefly does he turn to grab the Livewire title off the canvas and place it back over his shoulder. Chapel doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to make his way down the ramp, dressed surprisingly well this evening, Demona the same as she follows her long time love. The two reach the ring before Chapel steps onto the apron and parts the ropes for Demona, letting her enter. She looks really excited to be here live as she stares around at the fans then finds herself glaring straight at Isaac, who gives her a cold look of pure malice. She backs up quickly while Chapel steps over the ropes into the ring and brushes her lightly behind him. The crowd is on its feet, cheering loudly while Chapel and Isaac continue to glare at one another sternly.
FANS: WELCOME BACK, WELCOME BACK, WELCOME BACK!!
Chapel turns his head back and forth to observe the fans while putting on a slight grin, the crowd absolutely in love with the idea of his return. He methodically transfers his attention back to Isaac, who isn’t backing down or exiting the ring. Chapel now reaches out and snatches the microphone from the hand of Jerry, placing it in front of his mouth slowly.
Chapel: Well now, this is certainly not how I expected this night to go. But no matter what pre-conceived notions I had, it’s still a pleasure to be standing back in this ring, in front of you fucking people again!!
A loud reaction emerges from the fans as Chapel extends his finger and points out over all of them. Isaac doesn’t share the sentiment of the fans.
Chapel: It’s been a long time since I stood out here, and felt the energy of the fans, and this type of atmosphere. Its only a shame it will be for one night, on this special occasion to shamefully shill my DVD.
The crowd claps while others laugh at the comment, Chapel raising an eyebrow and nodding his head as he looks around. His eyes keep coming back to Isaac standing in front of him though.
Chapel: Now, while I did expect to hear the roof come off this place at the sight of a wrestler, who’s I don’t know, actually marketable, and who doesn’t kiss more ass than Orlando Cruze’ I didn’t not expect to find myself face to face with you Isaac.
Chapel’s large finger is extended out in the Livewire Champion’s direction.
Chapel: I never even began to believe you’d be out here raining on my parade of sorts. While I do understand why your out here, I just want to make it clear, that this is my time to advertise a monument to a career of hard work, hard knocks, and hard bumps. A testament to the amount of blood I’ve spilt, the damage I’ve done to my body, and the tears I’ve shed from my start in this company to my retirement. So rather you’re here or not, I intend to make good on my allotted time, and no one, not even you are going to distract me from doing that. The ULW head monkeys decided that the most hardcore, violent man in the ULW deserved a DVD, and I’m going to honor my commitment to coming here tonight and giving it even more exposure, while at the same time answering some hard pressed questions.......
Isaac suddenly snatches the microphe straight from Chapel’s hand, the crowd becoming tense as does the King of Monsters. Saine paces back and forth in front of him, scratching at his temple with a single finger.
Isaac: Well since your answering questions, I’ve got a real good one for you.
Saine stops pacing and steps in front of Chapel, getting almost nose to nose with him.
Saine: When did you become such a God damn sell out?
Fans: OOOOOHHHH!!!
Chapel pulls his head back a bit, his face tensing up and his eyes beginning to cloud with anger. Isaac sees this, but doesn’t back down.
Isaac: Look at you, your no King of Monsters. Your no hardcore veteran. Your not a Messiah of the Deathmatch, your just a shell of what you used to be. Your not even a wrestler anymore, your just a shameless marketing ploy.
Isaac flicks the collar of Chapel’s jacket, which seems to even further anger the dormant volcano.
Mayne: Wow, Isaac must really want to do die tonight.
Douglas: I don’t know what’s up with Isaac this evening.
Isaac: I’m sickened at the sight of you. I’m sickened every time I would watch one of your matches with Michael Synclaire at ringside, lining his pockets and using you to make more money, which is exactly what the ULW is using you for right now. It sickened me to have to watch you betray all the principles that made you such a fucking beast in the first place. But most of all, it sickens me till this very moment to hear people call you “the sickest, most hardcore mother fucker to ever step foot in a ULW ring.”
Chapel steps towards Isaac quickly, but doesn’t attack him, both men just keep their eyes locked on one another. Poised for an attack.
Saine: You don’t deserve such an accolade, seeing as you could no longer tolerate the pain, and have been sitting at home on your ass collecting unemployment checks for months now. While I on the other hand have been continuing to compete in the ring tearing my body apart for this company. Yet, they call you hardcore, they give you a DVD? Your not hardcore, your just some talentless hasbeen trying to steal my spot....
Chapel takes the microphone with force from the hand of Isaac, causing him to back up a bit in shock. Chapel slowly raises the microphone to his lips, trembling in anger, seconds from imploding but trying to hold back. Demona steps to his side and pats him on the chest, trying to calm him down to the best of his abilities.
Chapel: You want to talk about talentless hasbeens? Who’s the one standing here with a DVD toting his accomplishments, and who’s standing here in jealousy of a squandered career that has no reason to have any sort of tribute paid to it? You might not like the fact that I get these accolades, but you and I know, that I earned them through every drop of my blood spilt throughout my career, every tore muscle and broken bone that littered my body. You know better than anybody Isaac, that no one has been able to reproduce the sheer violence that was my matches here in the ULW. It should be clear to you, that there’s not a soul who can do the things I’ve done in this ring, and therefore there is nobody more hardcore than Chapel.
Chapel thrusts the microphone hard into the chest of Saine, who is knocked back a step as he takes hold of it before it could drop. The crowd claps this statement made by Chapel, many obviously supporting his claim. Isaac furiously raises the microphone to his lips and steps towards Chapel.
Isaac: So you don’t think I’m quite as hardcore as you, huh? That nobody can do the things you’ve done in this ring? Bullshit! Why don’t we prove who the most hardcore bastard is right here, and right now!
The fans are rabid at this proposition as Isaac’s skin turns a shade of red, both he and Chapel continuing to stare straight into one another’s faces. Chapel glances around again at the crowd before taking the microphone from the hand of Isaac once more and raising it to his lips.
Chapel: Isaac, I didn’t come here tonight to get physical with anyone, well with maybe the exception of Demona, but that’s a different story. I didn’t come here looking for a fight, and I’m damn sure not going to be baited into one. Good luck getting your pointless revenge on those Alpha Generation, assholes.
Chapel tosses the microphone up into the air and turns, Demona holding the cables open for him to slide through and exit. Saine catches the microphone out of the air though and lowers it to his lips, shaking his head in anger.
Isaac: Hahahaha, you may not have come looking for a fight, but you damn sure found one!
Saine suddenly drops the mic and rushes up behind Chapel, blasting him over the back with a forearm strike, the crowd shocked by this. Chapel is knocked forward into the ropes before he turns and to a huge response slugs Saine to the forehead, getting into it physically with him.
Douglas: SAINE AND CHAPEL HAVE COME TO BLOWS WITH ONE ANOTHER!!
Mayne: I cannot believe it, these two are fighting it out in the ring!
Chapel slugs Isaac to the face, and then does it again, the shots knocking him backwards before Saine begins to answer back with right hands of his own. They knock Chapel in reverse, yet he tries to keep his feet beneath him. Suddenly a huge contingent of yellow shirts bombard the ring, security entering in mass. Chapel and Isaac don’t seem to want to stop fighting one another though as the officials crowd in between the Livewire Champion and the King of Monsters, prying both men apart. Isaac is still trying to get at Chapel, who seems to have calmed down a bit, not sure what has come over him it seems. Demona stands at his side, holding onto his jacket collar, trying to keep him held back as well. Saine is absolutely furious as he’s backed into the corner by a huge group of guards. Saine and Chapel just gaze at one another in anger now.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NO MORE FUN AND GAMES
The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of Silencer marching through the backstage area, appearing rather exhausted after a physical, intense tag team clash, where his body was ripped to shreds by the Alpha Generation. He staggers through the corridor, still feeling the effects of the violence while his head is lowered and his eyes weight heavy with regret.
Desolation: What the hell was that!?!
Suddenly Silencer stops and glances over his shoulder, staring at the World Champion who marches directly into the camera’s view, stopping just in front of the number one contender. Silencer shakes his head at the sight of the anger in the features of Desolation.
Desolation: What was going through your head out there? Was your mind full of dead daughters, and other redundant melodramatic bullshit, or what?
Silencer: Pfft, whatever...
Silencer shakes his head and tries to turn away from Desolation, who quickly takes hold of his hand, gripping it tightly. He turns Silencer around so that they are face to face, the number one contender going even more angry.
Desolation: Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you. What else do you have to do? Run off and find something else be depressed about? Or maybe you need to go have a chat with your new best bud, that hooded Darth Sidious rip off.
Silencer closes his eyes and shakes his head in a sarcastic manner.
Silencer: Are you kidding me? I don’t need to hear this shit from someone who was just as unreliable as out there tonight. You’ve got no room to talk.
Once more Silencer tries to turn away and march off when Desolation grabs him once more by the shoulder, beginning to spin him around.
Desolation: Your right, speaking is overrated.
As soon as Silencer turns towards the World Champion, a foot connects directly under his jaw, Desolation viciously superkicking him to the face. The shot knocks Silencer off of his feet and down hard to the concrete floor across his back, looking completely and utterly knocked out by the shot. Desolation backs up slowly before bending forward to get a good view of Silencer’s unconscious features.
Desolation: There, I just saved you the trouble of turning on me.
The World Champion stands up straight and backs away while Silencer lies motionless on his back, his eyes sealed shut and his jaw hanging ajar. Desolation having just sent a strong message to the number one contender. While Silencer remains on his back, a strange, demonic, deep laughter can be heard in the background, emanating from the shadows. The camera remains zoomed in on the face of Silencer though, in fact it begins to pull in closer to his motionless features. That’s when a set of feet step to one side of it, a figure looming just over the unconscious Silencer, breathing in almost a demonic laughter. The figure slowly crouches over top of the down Silencer, who is still out cold after the superkick as a finger, covered in what appears to be blood touches his forehead. It slowly marks out a letter across his skin, the letter, “R.”
Voice: Soon, soon Silencer......
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. CRAZY EDDIE VS. JASON TAKASHI
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 with the Hillbilly title around his waist, accompanied by his faithful cameraman Bubba. They stride boldly to ringside, with Bubba planting the flag pole proudly on one ring post as 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.
Dan: Welcome back to the ringside area ladies and gentlemen, and thankfully we’re getting back to the squared circle after some unusual actions backstage. I mean, what the hell was that with Silencer, Desolation, and some mysterious individual backstage?
Mayne: Was it the same guy who’s been wearing the cloak and hood? I have no clue what’s going on around here, especially tonight. Anyway, Dan, we’ve got a triple threat confrontation scheduled for right about now, pitting Crazy Eddie against a man he’s developed a bit of a rivalry with in Jason Takashi, and someone who’s got to be out to make an example of him in Orlando Cruze.
Douglas: This should certainly be an interesting match for sure, and as you can see, Crazy Eddie surprisingly looks pumped for this match, despite the advice, or lack thereof, that he received from Desolation earlier tonight.
Mayne: This is nothing short of a suicide mission.
The Scorpion by Megadeth hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp, Kloe standing at his side He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arena lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands center of the ring with his arms outstretched taking in the crowd reaction, some positive, but mostly negative. Kloe shouts at them from ringside to shut their mouths, yelling that they have no room to talk while pointing at Cruze, who keeps his arms outstretched arrogantly. Eddie is holding onto the referee’s shirt, pushing him in front of his body a bit to serve as a human shield.
Mayne: And here is the rightful number one contender, the man who has tried to do everything he can to get a title shot from Desolation. Yet the Champ keeps ducking him.
Douglas: Orlando had his shot at the title, if he wants another one, he’ll have to earn it.
Billy: Orlando’s a legend, legends don’t have to earn shit. Just like Hulk Hogan.
The lights fade to what seems to be an endless black as smoke begins to fog up the entranceway. "Let The Good Times Roll" by The Cars starts to play as various white and blue lights pulsate around the arena and there is a mixed reaction throughout the crowd. Some cheer and some are just confused. With the Goodtimes title draped over his shoulder, Jason Takashi enters through the flowing curtain. Dancing to the beat of the music, he comes to a stop at the bottom of the main stage. Jason stands there glaring at the crowd before "struttin' his stuff like nobodies business" to the ring as showers of flames shoot from the top two corners of the Big Screen in a downward motion creating an sheet of fire behind him. As he continues to dance his way down he looks at the crowd and smirks vivaciously to them. Upon reaching the ring he hops up to the apron and raises the Goodtiles title high above his head before leaping into the squared circle. He reaches his corner and prepares for the match.
Douglas: Here is newcomer, and another resident oddball, Jason Takashi. He made his debut last week by almost stealing the Anarchy title from Crazy Eddie Mitchell. I imagine this has created a little animosity between the two.
Mayne: They should get along, they’re both complete and utter wack-jobs. Only difference is, I actually kind of like Takashi. At least he doesn’t have to leave his house to take a shit.
Douglas: Yeah, that’s really a justifiable cause to like someone.
With much enthusiasm from the crowd, all three men step forward out of the corner slowly, hesitantly staring between one another. Cruze has a slightly raised eyebrow at the sight of Taskashi and Eddie, perhaps wondering what he did to get into this match. They get within a few inches of one another before Takashi reaches out and slaps Eddie on the shoulder, immediately pointing between himself and the holder of the Hillbilly title. He then motions towards Cruze, suggesting that the two of them should team up to take out the Icon. Eddie shakes his head no, looking baffled before Takashi turns towards Orlando and begins to insinuate that the two of them should be in cahoots against Eddie. The Icon rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders, before nodding his head agreeing. Takashi slaps his hands together excitedly as both men turn towards Eddie. Suddenly Cruze spins around though and pops Takashi straight to his jaw, knocking him off of his feet and onto his posterior. He scrambles backwards across his bum, holding his jaw and pointing at Cruze in anger. Orlando brushes off his shoulder where Takashi touched before Eddie steps up behind the Icon and dropkicks him straight to the back, knocking him forward into the cables. He spills through them and lands on his back, before rolling onto his knees, not appearing happy. Kloe steps in and tries to calm him down while Eddie gets to his feet, looking excited and impressed over what he just did to the Icon.
He now points to the outside of the ring and then at himself, asking if he really did that and getting a loud ovation from the fans. He puffs out his chest and turns around, straight into Takashi who moves forward and then points up at something in the sky. As soon as Eddie looks up Takashi goes for his eyes only for Crazy Eddie to glare back down at him and begin to shake his finger.
Eddie: No, no, no, I’m not falling for that.
Takashi smirks and nods his head, realizing that Eddie is much smarter than he appears before he puts on a confused look and motions towards the hillbilly’s shoes now. Eddie looks down quickly before Takashi steps in and catches him across the side of his face with a forearm strike, laughing while he does so. Before he licks his palm and delivers a devastating chop across his sternum. Eddie falls into the cables back first, his arms tumbling to the opposite side and keeping him standing. Eddie continues to lean on the cables before Takashi throws another chop only for the Hillbilly Champion to duck it and get behind his back. Takashi spins around when Eddie places him in a collar elbow lock, both men jockeying for positioning. Crazy Eddie surprisingly, for a man of his short and tiny stature, shoves Takashi back first into the corner, the official stepping in and demanding that he break the hold. Takashi holds up his hands with his palms out when Eddie backs up, also lifting his hands into the air. Suddenly, he gives Takashi a double high five, Jason looking at his hands and appearing outraged and insulted about this while Eddie begins to jump up and down in excitement.
Mayne: What the hell!?! That’s not an offensive move!
Douglas: It’s seemed to upset Takashi though.
On the outside of the ring, Orlando is marching back and forth, staring into the squared circle with a foul expression on his face. He seems to be debating what he should do as Kloe continues to follow beside him, giving him words of advice. Takashi steps out of the corner slowly, shaking his head and appearing infuriated before he lifts his hands into the air, demanding he slap them again. A confused expression resides on the once excited glare of Eddie, who just stares around at the fans. Takashi continues to hold his palms out, demanding another high five, but Eddie refuses to do it as he backs into the corner. Jason still has his hands extended outward, demanding a high five as he reaches out for the palms of Eddie.
Eddie: No!
Eddie moves his hands to the opposite side of his body before Takashi reaches them for again.
Eddie: No!
Eddie places his hands behind his back as Takashi tries to get around behind him to deliver another high five. Eddie moves them away from his back and places his hands in front of his face before Jason goes for a huge high five with one hand. Eddie moves out of the way but leaves his face exposed for a hard slap to the cheek, causing him to stagger out of the corner towards the center of the ring. He rubs at his jaw, looking shocked by the shot as Takashi steps behind him and makes his way up the corner, getting onto the second rope. He is about to dive off before Eddie spins around and holds his palms out as a form of defense, only for Takashi to dive off and give him a double high five. The crowd reacts loudly as Takashi begins to celebrate, dancing across the ring with a swinging of his hips, Eddie staring at his palms in a baffled state. Jason rushes up to the referee in excitement as the official holds his hand out to tell him to stop the money business. Takashi gives him a double high five now before sliding out of the ring and running around to the confused crowd, giving everyone in the front row high fives. Orlando steps towards Takashi quickly and goes for a slap only for Takashi to catch it with his own hand, giving him a high five now. Cruze jumps back, mouth hanging agape as he stares down at his palm, Jason rolling under the ropes into the ring.
Orlando: You son of a bitch!
Takashi stands up in the ring, continuing to dance around in excitement while Orlando seems to refuse entering the squared circle to give pursuit.
Billy: I think he might have pissed Orlando off a bit with these antics.
Douglas: Cruze won’t even get back into the damn ring! He seems to be boycotting fighting these lunatics.
Takashi turns around towards Crazy Eddie, who steps forward and slaps him across the side of the face. Takashi is almost taken off of his feet by the vicious slap, but catches himself and shakes his head. He now turns and slaps the cheek of Eddie, almost taking him down to the canvas. The Hillbilly champion catches himself before he slaps Takashi again to the opposite cheek this time. Jason responds with a right to his jaw before Eddie replies with a shot of the same variety, right to the same place. Eddie shakes his head before he begins to juke and jive a bit, Takashi doing the same as both men roll up their arms, looking for one final knock out shot. With their fists in mid swing, they both stop abruptly without warning and smirk. They now open their hands and begin to slap them against one another, playing patty cake to a huge ovation from the fans. A furious Orlando rolls into the ring now, having seen enough as he rushes straight at Takashi and Eddie who roll up their arms again to finish the patty cake sequence. Suddenly they both turn and slug Cruze across the face though, knocking him down to the canvas across his back before he rolls under the ropes straight to the outside of the ring. His frustrations seem to be growing as he kicks the barricade, all red in the face.
Takashi and Eddie both stare at one another now and then nod, pointing to the outside of the ring, straight at Cruze. They both begin to rush at the cables for a high flying move when Takashi turns and sticks his foot out, tripping Eddie and causing him to crash forward to the canvas. The crowd has a loud reaction as Eddie spills onto his front and then turns onto his knees, looking betrayed. Takashi gives him no time to rest though as he steps in quickly and bends over the body of Eddie, hooking both of his arms and placing them in a double chickenwing almost, pinning them behind his back.
Mayne: Finally, some damned wrestling. I was beginning to wonder when we’d see something professional out of these two.
Douglas: This is certainly a nice change of pace from our usual wrestling action. Eddie and Takashi tearing it up here with some brilliant comedy wrestling.
Orlando remains on the outside of the ring, shaking his head and appearing furious, but refusing to re-enter this match it seems. Kloe yet again tries to calm him down while Takashi continues to torque at the arms of Eddie, who is forcing himself up onto his feet. As he gets up, Takashi drops backwards, flipping Eddie over into a bridging double underhook suplex with the pin.
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Eddie kicks out, getting his arms free in the process and wrapping it around the neck of the Takashi who was lying beside him. He rolls over sideways and gets to his feet, pulling Jason to a standing base as well before he drops sideways, dragging Takashi down into a small package.
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Takashi kicks out as both men rise to their feet as quickly as possibly. Takashi decides to remain on his knees though as Eddie gets up and charges in only for Jason to sweep his legs out from under him and then drop down into the cover.
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Eddie kicks out, rolling sideways as Takashi gets to his feet with quickness, charging in at the Hillbilly Champion. Eddie now uses his arm to sweep the leg out from under Takashi, causing him to spill onto his back before falling into the cover.
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Jason kicks out now, both men rushing to their feet again with Takashi backing towards the cables as Eddie charges in. Takashi side steps him and grabs Eddie by the back of the head, throwing him through the ropes to the outside. Eddie grabs the middle one though and lands feet first on the apron, holding it for support as Takashi steps back to the center of the ring. He obviously thinks that Eddie has crashed to the outside mats as he raises his arms, and circles them around one another, signaling for a high flying move. He points to the outside, and seems to be asking the fans if they want to see something high risk as they begin to cheer loudly. Graciously, Takashi turns towards official Princeton now and hoists the referee up onto his chest, turning towards the ropes and beginning to charge at them, as if he’s going to make the referee do the high risk move instead. He suddenly spots Eddie on the apron though, dropping the referee as the Hillbilly Champion springs onto the top rope and flies off. Takashi bends forward to avoid the dive only for Eddie to flip over his back and wrap his arms around his waist. He rolls Takashi up into a sunset flip.
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Jason sits up though, pushing Eddie over onto the back of his shoulders with Takashi seated on his chest and holding down the back of his legs.
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Eddie sits up though, pushing Takashi back over onto the back of his shoulders. The proud redneck is pushing the front of his own shoulders down into the back of Takashi’s legs, holding him in the pin.
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Both Eddie and Takashi raise opposite arms from the canvas and then lower them, still in the pinning predicament. Princeton double slaps the canvas again.
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Eddie and Takashi now raise the arms opposite to the ones they just shot off the canvas. A frustrated look overcomes Princeton’s face as he makes the double count again.
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Now Eddie and Takashi raise both sets of arms into the air, twiddling their fingers in the air as Princeton runs his hands through his hair, not knowing quite what to do. The fans are laughing loudly in the background however, as both men remain spread across their backs in the pinning predicament. Suddenly Orlando comes rushing into the scene though, jumping into the air and coming down back first with a senton splash across both men’s mid-sections. The crowd groans as Takashi and Eddie begin to flop on the canvas, Orlando sitting up on the ring and shaking his head in a bitter rage.
Mayne: Thank you Orlando, thank you so very much!
Douglas: The double pin finally broken up with a brutal senton splash by Orlando Cruze. Boy what a crazy night this has been ladies and gentlemen.
Orlando rolls onto his knees, not looking very happy over what he’s seen, or been forced to be apart of. The first to begin stirring is Takashi, who rises to his feet and turns towards the Icon, who slugs him across the face, and then does so again, knocking him backwards in the direction of the turnbuckle. He falls into it before Cruze grabs the top rope and lifts his foot into the air, placing it directly to the throat of Takashi, choking him violently. Jason kicks his legs repeatedly, trying to escape this as he’s choked out violently. Unbeknownst to Cruze though, Eddie has scooted up behind him across his knees, grabbing the back of Orlando’s trunks and rolling him over in reverse into the school boy. Eddie repositions himself though in order to kick his legs up into the air and place them on top of the shoulders of Takashi in the corner, using him for leverage. He leans forward, shoulders first into the back of Cruze’s thighs, pinning him down to the canvas.
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Takashi places his hands to the front of Eddie’s hips and shoves him off though, in turn causing Crazy Eddie to drag Jason down with a head scissors. Eddie is caused to flip over Cruze, who is still sitting on the back of his neck and shoulders with the rest of his body up in the air. The headscissors causes Takashi to land shoulders first on top of the back of the Icon’s legs, pinning him now. He kicks his own feet up and places them over the ropes of the turnbuckle.
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Cruze kicks out again without warning, causing Takashi to land on his side, appearing shocked that he didn’t get the pinfall. As he rolls onto his feet, Eddie steps in quickly and kicks him to the gut, turning and placing him in a diamond cutter position before he rushes at the turnbuckle. He steps up it, looking for the Acid drop while Orlando gets to his feet behind them. Takashi places his hands to the back of Eddie though and pushes him up, causing him to flip over his shoulder in reverse. As Eddie does, the front of his shins land on the shoulders of Cruze, causing the Hillbilly to pull Orlando forward with a head scissors right into Takashi in the corner. Orlando crashes into the back of Jason chest and stomach first before staggering backwards once more. Jason remains with his chest pressed to the corner as Orlando turns to face Eddie, who kicks him to the gut and places him in a diamond cutter position. The fans start to cheer as Eddie rushes at the corner and steps up the back of Takashi, before pushing himself off the shoulder of Jason and swinging around into the Acid drop, planting the face of the Icon hard into the canvas. Orlando drops onto his side as Eddie quickly crawls into the cover. While he is doing this, Takashi pulls himself up the corner, getting to the top rope with his back facing the action.
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Takashi dives off with a moonsault as Eddie looks up at the last second. Both he and Orlando roll out of the way as Takashi crashes chest and face first into the canvas, popping up onto his knees and looking completely out of it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He collapses onto his back now.
Dan: What great action here thus far. There’s almost too much happening to keep track of.
Mayne: Damn triple threats they just prolong the inevitable.
Takashi is out of it as Eddie scrambles into the cover on him now.
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Quickly Cruze dives into the fray, dropping his elbows into the back of Eddie’s head, breaking the pinfall. The strike causes Eddie to roll off of Takashi, grabbing the back of his head and feeling the pain. He pushes himself up onto his feet when Cruze steps in and stomps him to the back of the head. The frustrated former World Champion grabs Eddie by the hair and forces him up onto his feet before taking him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Takashi has gotten to his feet behind Cruze now, as Eddie is sent charging right at him. Takashi throws a lariat only for Eddie to duck it and continue into the opposite ropes. The ducked lariat causes Takashi to take out Orlando, who turns just in time to be hit to the throat with the move. Cruze rolls across the ring as Eddie jumps onto the second rope of the cables he rushed into. He bounces off and turns in mid-air, Takashi spinning around and being caught around the neck. He swings around for a tornado DDT but Takashi shoves him off, causing Eddie to land on his feet right in front of him. Eddie comes barreling in now when Takashi catches him with a huge, deep spinning powerslam, driving him hard to the canvas across his back. As soon he hits it, Takashi turns his side towards the body of Eddie, bending his arm over backwards and locking him in the Goodtimesh Tapout (Anaconda Lock). Eddie begins to struggle, flopping across his back and trying to escape the hold when Cruze steps in without warning and blasts the face of Jason with an incredibly stiff shin kick. The shot echoes throughout the arena as Takashi refuses to break the hold though, still holding on with all of his strength. Orlando now dives forward over the head of Takashi, catching him around the chin as he lands on his back. He is pulling Takashi over in reverse with a rear chin lock as he bridges up into the air, maintaining the submission. Takashi is shouting out in pain, while Eddie is doing the same. Cruze falls to his side though slightly, still holding onto the rear chin lock while reaching out and grabbing the legs of Eddie, tying them around one of his own and then holding them in place with his free foot, applying a version of the Indian Death Lock. The entire arena is on its feet going nuts as Takashi holds Eddie in the Anaconda Lock, while Cruze is gripping his chin in the rear chin lock and applying the Indian Death Lock on the Hillbilly Champion’s legs.
Douglas: Wow, just wow, I have never seen anything like this before in my life!
Mayne: Who’s got who here? This is so confusing.
Official Princeton doesn’t seem to know what to do as everyone just breaks their holds now, Takashi rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. The shot from the boot finally seems to be effecting him. As soon as he spills onto his feet on the outside of the ring, Orlando breaks the Inverted Indian Death Lock and grabs the wrist of Eddie. He jumps over the rest of his body, pulling Eddie into a sideways roll so that he ends up on his chest and stomach, Cruze still holding onto the wrist and trying to get behind it. He seems to be attempting to lock in that crossface. The crowd is screaming before Eddie crawls backwards out of the crossface position, getting behind Orlando and then charging into the ropes behind his back. Orlando turns onto his knees to face him as Eddie bounces off and comes back in with a huge shining wizard straight to the face of Cruze. The shot knocks him from his knees and onto his back as Eddie rises to his feet, spinning in circles and getting all pumped up. The crowd is responding enthusiastically as Eddie approaches Cruze and grabs him around the neck, pulling him up onto his knees. Orlando can barely stand before he shoves Eddie off and backwards into the ropes. Crazy hits them back first and is about to come back in when Takashi reaches into the ring and grabs him by the ankle, pulling it up into the air. He almost trips Eddie, who spins around and points, shouting at Takashi who backs away from the ring, acting innocent. The crowd is actually booing Takashi now as Eddie turns back towards Cruze, who rises to his feet and catches him across the chest, hoisting him into the air as he plants him hard to the canvas with the Rock Bottom.
Douglas: The Rock Bottom, Orlando hit it, he hit it on Eddie!
Mayne: YES! Finally, an end to this madness!
Cruze hooks Eddie’s leg while Takashi steps around the ring, grabbing his Goodtimes title and thrusting it over his shoulder. He waves off the action in the ring and simply walks away. The official falls to the ring and makes the count.
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Everyone in the arena is booing furiously as Orlando throws down the leg of Eddie and rolls onto his knees, his entrance music hitting the PA system now.
Douglas: Oh no, just like that, Orlando picks up the win now.
Mayne: You knew it was going to happen, that this was preordained to take place.
Takashi backs up the ramp with his belt, smirking snidely at the action in the ring. Orlando rises to his feet slowly and grabs the hair of Eddie, rolling him onto his knees before dragging him to his feet and rushing him at the cables. He throws him through hard to the outside mats. Orlando turns in circles now, staring out over the crowd with a very twisted expression on his face. He seems very intense expression on his face as his eyes boil over with anger, staring up the ramp as if waiting for something.
Cruze: Come on Desolation! Where are you, huh? Where are you!?!
Orlando’s lips quiver with intensity and anger before he turns and marches towards the cables, slipping through them and dropping onto the mats. He steps towards Crazy Eddie who is still lying on his back upon the mats and now grabs him by the ankle, dragging him towards the steel steps just behind his back. He kicks the top half away and now places the ankle of Eddie over top the lower portion, positioning it perfectly on top of it. Kloe has now grabbed him a steel chair from under the ring, appearing just as intense as she hands the chair straight to Cruze, who stands over the leg of Eddie for a second.
Orlando: Give me my title shot, Desolation, give me my title shot!
Cruze continues to stare up the ramp, where there is no response. A disgusting grin forms on his face as he shrugs his shoulders now.
Orlando: Oh well then.....
Orlando hoists the chair into the air and now brings it down viciously over the ankle of Eddie, sandwiching it between the steps and the chair. Crazy Eddie begins to yell and writhe in agony, rolling back and forth as he reaches for battered ankle, Orlando throwing down the chair and backing up slowly. He smirks arrogantly while Kloe steps to his side, patting him on the back, rubbing his shoulders gleefully.
Douglas: NO, MY GOD NO! Orlando may have just broken Eddie’s ankle with that steel chair shot! This man has lost it.
Mayne: He’s doing whatever it takes to get a title shot Dan, whatever it takes!
Orlando stares up the ramp still, a snide smirk on his features as he wraps his arm around Kloe’s waist, pulling her in close to him while Eddie rolls back and forth, rubbing his ankle and shouting in anguish. EMTs rush from the back and surround him, checking on his condition.
EJECTED
The angry eyes of Isaac Saine shine through his metal jagged mask, marching through the backstage corridor leading to the exit of the arena. Security marches in force behind him, all of them clothed in yellow shirts and standing shoulder to shoulder with one another. They seem to be keeping Isaac in line as he marches towards the exit. The shot switches to AWOL following behind security, not appearing pleased with the Livewire Champion whatsoever.
AWOL: Now I warned you Isaac, didn’t I warn you that if you, or any other member of your group caused problems tonight, you’d be in for some serious repercussions?
Isaac doesn’t seem to want to listen as he continues to be led towards the exit.
AWOL: If you can’t follow my orders than get the fuck out of here, and I’ll deal with you next week.
AWOL stops, his finger cast outward in the direction of the double doors leading to the cold outside air. Isaac doesn’t even turn back to stare at AWOL as he just marches straight through the doors and into the night, vanishing in the darkness. The GM backs up slowly, his eyes burning a hole into the door throughout the process, infuriated by Saine’s lack of composure out there a few moments ago. He turns around and now finds himself staggered at the ghastly site of Bitchcakes McPhee’s face. The blood that seeps from his right nostril and the drool that drips from the side of his mouth. AWOL overlooks him, giving the drunken ULW star a repugnant stare.
Bitchcakes: AWOL, old buddy old pal.....
AWOL holds his hands up in front of Bitchcakes, calling for him to be quiet immediately.
AWOL: First off, I’m not your buddy. I don’t have friends, they just tend to be an annoyance. Plus, someone always tries to make examples out of them, and that’s even more irritating, but continue.
Bitchcakes if confused for a second before he slaps himself on the back of the head and continues.
McPhee: Okay, listen pa....I mean bro...... I mean, GM dude. I got to get some payback on that son of a bitch Ryan Mills, and that even bigger son of a bitch Devin Hawk. I want them both, and I want them at the Rumble Bash.
AWOL raises an eyebrow as he glares at Bitchcakes for a moment, before a lightbulb seems to go off above his head.
AWOL: While two on one would be amusing to watch, to me at least, I think I’ve got one better for you. I’ll give you a shot at the tag team titles at the Rumble Bash. There was going to be a tournament to decide who the tag champs are, but who cares about tag wrestling anymore? So let’s just say Ryan and Devin are the champs now, and you’ll get the first shot at their gold. But, I want you to find a tag team partner by the Rumble Bash to help you challenge for the gold.
Bitchcakes seems rather excited and troubled though, wondering who would possibly team with him. AWOL begins to step past him now but stops abruptly, his face tensing up as he turns towards McPhee.
AWOL: So I suggest you start looking for a tag partner.....
He begins to walk off again before stopping abruptly.
AWOL: And for God’s sakes, take a shower.
AWOL waves his hand in front of his nose before finally walking off, Bitchcakes staring forward intensely though, and wrapped up in thought.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SADISTIC SNAP
Stage Hand: Too Mag, Too Mag, calm down!
A furious Too Magnificent has a stage hand by the collar of his shirt, while others stand in a circle around him, trying to calm down the former Alpha Generation member. Too Magnificent throws the stage hand down hard into the floor, as he rolls across it, holding his spine and the back of his head. Too Magnificent is absolutely furious as he steps across the hallway and takes another stage hand by the neck then headbunts him violently down to the floor. Too Magnificent is absolutely irate, having completely snapped as he runs his hands through his blond curled locks, laughing demonically to himself throughout the process. Another stage hand holds his hands up in front of himself as he backs towards the wall where a cardboard cut out of Lethal Weapon is positioned, with various photos around it. Too Magnificent grabs a trash can from the floor beside him and throws it at the stage hand, forcing him to dive out of the way. The contents of the can spill to the floor as it strikes the wall, bouncing off and tumbling onto the ground. Too Magnificent has absolutely lost his mind as he almost rips his locks from his head.
Too Magnificent: Damn them, damn you Hurse, it’s all your fault, it’s all your fault! He’s ruined me, they’ve all ruined me!!
The stage hands have gotten out of the way, abandoning Too Magnificent who steps forward now and finds himself staring into the cardboard cut out of Lethal Weapon. For some reason the image of Weapon, frozen in all of his glory causes Too Magnificent to tense up, freezing in all of his insanity. His body trembles while he overlooks the image of Weapon continuing to stand before him, arms crossed over his mighty sternum and wearing a half grin on his face. Steam almost boils out of the ears of Too Magnificent as he continues to stare at the cut out of Weapon. Suddenly he steps forward and unleashes a roar, grabbing the cut out around the neck and ripping the head off of it before throwing it down at the floor.
Too Mag: It’s your fault, it’s your fault!!
Too Magnificent boots the chest of the cut out, breaking it in half as he steps forward and pounds the wall with the side of his fist, staring up at the ceiling and unleashing a roar.
Too Magnificent: AAAHHHHHHH!!!!
NATHAN CREED VS. HURSE
Dan: Things certainly getting out of control backstage with Too Magnificent.
Mayne: I thought they had leash laws in this city. Why is this man running amok backstage simply because the Alpha Generation did the smart thing and kicked his ass out of the group?
Douglas: Oh, I don’t know, that whole sense of betrayal kind of upsets some people. But progressing right along here, we’re scheduled to see the Wea.....pon’s.......Lair.....qual....if..er, what the hell is this now?
To a great out pouring of boos Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills and Jackson Adams make their way through the fans towards three empty seats just behind the barricade.
Douglas: Why are the Alpha Generation coming to the ringside area? Don’t they know they can be fired if they interfere in this main event?
Mayne: I don’t have a clue what they’re thinking.
Security quickly approaches the Alpha Generation before Devin pulls out three front row tickets, showing them off proudly and sliding into his chair. Jackson and Ryan sit down next to him as security has no choice but to back off.
Ryan: That’s right you idiots, we paid for these front row seats and we expect a show.
Adams puts on a goofy expression and slaps the barricade with the side of his cast covered arm.
Adams: Now be gone peasants.
Security steps away slowly, and cautiously.
Mayne: Haha, the Alpha Generation may not be able to physically interject in this match, but that’s not stopping them from sitting right there at ringside and perhaps playing a mental factor in this battle.
Douglas: This is such bullshit, what else can possibly go on here tonight?
The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Classic music begins to play in the background, causing the fans to begin booing quite viciously, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.
BREAKDOWN!!!
As this word is screamed through the sound system, Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. Everyone is infuriated, nay outraged by his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long yellow, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are screaming, vocalizing their pure hatred as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp and turns towards the curtains. Through them stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. Hurse shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd screaming with absolute disgust at the sight of him. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with, the pure negativity from the stands.
Mayne: And here’s victim number one. I swear I have no idea why these guys want to subject themselves to the horrors of the Weapon’s Lair.
Douglas: Guys like Hurse are willing to do anything for that World Heavyweight Championship, Billy. They’ll risk life and limb if need be for one chance at holding the belt again, and possibly being involved in the main event at Paranoia.
Billy: Yawn, sorry I asked.
Hurse seems to be limbering up in the ring, getting ready for the violence that is about to ensue. Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena
“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”
The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match
Mayne: And here’s the next idiot willing to kill himself for a title shot.
Douglas: Nathan is another courageous athlete who’s faced a lot of adversities throughout his career and has risen above them. But will he be able to rise above tonight, and walk into that Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia IV?
Billy: I can give you an answer, but chances are you wouldn’t like it.
The crowd is excited as Nathan Creed and Hurse stand on opposite sides of the ring, their eyes briefly diverting to the Alpha Generation located in the front row. Devin waves with a big goofy grin at Creed, who shakes his head and begins to circle, Hurse now, the bell chiming in the background. Both the Submission and X-Division champion stroll around one another, glaring into each other’s faces before they hesitantly begin to move forward. They begin to raise their hands into the air, looking for a test of strength as both men lock up. They begin to push against one another, jockeying for positioning when Nathan suddenly ducks down and slips behind the back of Hurse, wrapping his arms around his waist. He has him in a revere bearhug as Hurse reaches down and tries to pry his arms apart from around his mid-section, trying to fight it off.
He drops down onto his posterior in an attempt to escape the submission as Creed tumbles to his knees behind him. He still has him gripped in the reverse waist lock before Hurse swings around with his body, out of the hold and attempts to apply the face gantry. He gets it locked in briefly before Nathan slides his head free and tries to get behind his back again, to apply the reverse waist lock once more. Hurse swings around out of it, falling sideways and then turning around to face Creed again, grabbing him around the neck and trying to put him in the neck cravat this time. Creed pulls the arm away from the top of his head and tries to force it down to the canvas now, attempting to lock in the crossface or fujiwara it appears. Hurse rolls forward across the canvas though and gets straight onto his feet, turning to face Nathan who jumps to a standing base as well. Both men have a stare down, hesitating as the crowd puts their hands together. The camera switches to the Alpha Generation seated in the front row, Ryan Mills stretching and yawning loudly.
Douglas: A nice series of reversals leading to this stalemate between the two champions and Project Lost Cause members.
Mayne: As much as I hate to admit it, this match is probably going to be quite the classic. Who can forget the match these two had last year around this time for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Dan: That battle ended with no winner, but tonight, there must be a victor.
Hurse and Nathan slowly begin to step towards one another, the Submission title holder lifting his right hand into the air slowly, twiddling his fingers. Nathan reaches up cautiously and interlocks his hand with his opponent’s. Hurse raises his other hand into the air now rather slowly, very slowly in fact before Creed reaches out to grab it. Suddenly Hurse pulls the hand out of the air and drags Creed forward with their interlocked hands, placing him in the side headlock submission. Creed tries his best to pull his head free from the hold as Hurse tightly locks it in. He reaches out with his foot though and places it to the back of Hurse’s knee, pushing down on it and causing the Submission Champion to fall to a kneeling base. As soon as he does, Creed pulls his head free and slips around behind the back of Hurse, locking his arms around his neck, placing him in the sleeper hold. Before he can get a submission though, Hurse scoots backwards across his knees, going straight in between the legs of Nathan, ending up behind him. Hurse grabs the ankles of Creed and pulls them up into the air, causing Nathan to tumble forward, crashing across the canvas across his chest and stomach.
Hurse grabs the legs of Nathan and crosses them one over the other while the X-Division Champion remains spread across the canvas. He almost has him locked in the inverted Indian Death Lock before he flips over the legs in the direction of Creed, pulling one forward into the other, torquing them. Nathan yells out in pain as Hurse scrambles across his knees to the side of Creed, grabbing his head and pulling it up, placing him in the side headlock submission. He has it really locked in before Nathan scoots backwards across his knees, pulling his head free and grabbing the arm of Hurse once again, trying to force it down to the canvas in order to place him into the crossface. Hurse rolls forward yet again though, getting to his feet immediately and turning towards the kneeling Creed. With a quick, swift movement, Hurse goes for a buzzsaw kick at the head of Nathan, who ducks down to avoid it. Hurse swings around with his back facing Creed as the X-Division champion grabs the back of his tights, rolling him up in reverse into a school boy. He stands up and immediately steps through the legs of the down Hurse though, trying to lock him into the Courtesy Call. The crowd is going nuts as Hurse sits up and then grabs Nathan around the back of his tucked forward head, pulling him over sideways and placing him in the small package.
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Nathan kicks out as both men rush one to their feet, standing up and once again having a face off, hesitant to lock up again. The crowd is putting their hands together, cheering loudly at the sight of this.
Douglas: Another brilliant series of counters between these men. This match resembling a well educated game of chess. Nobody wanting to rush in and give their opponent any sort of decisive advantage.
Mayne: Meh’, chess is overrated, I’m more of a fan of Rock em Sock em Robots.
Hurse and Nathan stare at one another and move forward tentatively. They reach out now and place each other in the collar elbow, pushing against one another in an attempt to find an opening, no matter how small it might be. Nathan bends forward and swings around under the arm of the Submission Champion, grabbing hold of one arm now and pulling it around into an arm ringer. He pulls at the arm repeatedly before lifting his foot and kicking him straight to the bicep. The shot causes Hurse to grimace in pain and drop to his knees before Nathan steps over top of the arm now that he is gripping, straddling it. He jumps into the air and comes down posterior first into the bicep of Hurse now, inflicting even further punishment upon the Submission Champion. Hurse falls to a crawling base, shaking off his arm while Nathan turns around and clubs him over the spine repeatedly. He now grabs the arm of Hurse and pulls it out to his side once again before lifting the point of his elbow into the air and drilling the bicep with it. Hurse shakes at his arm repeatedly, yelling in pain from the anguish inflicted on it.
Creed gives him no time to recuperate however, taking his arm and folding it around behind his back while he remains at his side. He has him positioned in the key lock, really bending at the arm of Hurse who forces himself up onto his feet. The flustered X-Division Champion rushes Hurse straight at the turnbuckle as soon as he stands up, throwing him shoulder first into the top corner pad. He bounces off and staggers backwards into the waiting Creed, who grabs a hold of his arm again and folds it once more around behind his back. He places it in the hammerlock before bending forward and pinning his arm behind his back with his shoulder. With a grunt Creed hoists Hurse into the air in a back drop position, intending to plant him on top of his arm when the Submission Champ flips over backwards, landing on his feet behind the back of Creed. As soon as Nathan spins around, Hurse catches him around the neck and flips him over sideways with a side headlock take down. Hurse ends up with the side of his body stretched across the sternum of Creed while he rips and tears at the neck with the side headlock. Creed rolls over to his side though, pulling Hurse up onto the back of his shoulders. He places his hand to the lower back of Hurse, shoving him all the way over onto his chest and stomach while taking hold of his targeted arm and sitting up, placing his back to the ribs of his teammate. He locks him in the fujiwara to a loud reaction from the crowd, once again holding Hurse down and ripping at his arm. He leans back as far as he can into the submission, about to tear the shoulder out of its socket as Hurse roars at the top of his lungs in anguish.
Mayne: Yes, maybe this match will be short, because Creed looks as if he’s moments away from forcing Hurse into submission!
Douglas: We could be watching the finish of this battle already, if that arm has any further damage done to it.
Hurse begins to will his way up onto his feet with Creed still gripping and ripping at his shoulder. Both men get to their feet with Hurse still bent forward in the submission, standing slightly behind the X-Division title holder. Hurse swings around with his body though, getting his arm free as he turns his spine in the direction of Creed’s. He catches both of his arms and hooks them before back sliding him over onto the canvas.
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Nathan rolls over in reverse, straight onto his knees, beginning to get to his feet as he rushes back first into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in when Hurse stands and dives into the air, catching the Future to the face with a back heel kick. The impact knocks Creed down hard to the canvas, the crowd reacting with astonishment over the high impact move. Nathan rolls over, gripping his nose when Hurse stands up and steps in, drilling him to the jaw with a right, and then doing it again. The shots are reeling Nathan, almost taking him down to the canvas before Hurse swings around, going for a roaring elbow. Nathan side steps it though and catches the arm, trying to force him down into the fujiwara again perhaps. Hurse is fighting it as he now drops sideways, away from Creed, reaching out with his free arm in the process and wrapping it around the thigh of Nathan. He pulls him over backwards into the school boy.
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Nathan kicks out again, dropping over onto his knees while Hurse turns and wraps his hands around the back of his head. Both men get to their feet before Hurse drops right back down to his knees, connecting with a huge jaw breaker, that knocks Creed backwards into the cables. He bounces off and steps forward before Hurse stands and rushes forward, stepping up Creed and connecting with a stiff enzugari straight to the back of his head. The shot knocks Nathan over into a forward flip, crashing on the canvas across his back. Hurse lays on the canvas, breathing heavily while he tries to ascend to his feet, Nathan also attempting to do the same thing. Before he can though, Hurse steps over his arm and then turns so that his legs are holding it in almost a hammerlock. He dives over the body of Creed, catching him around the side of the neck and pulling him over onto the back of his shoulders with a version of the Oklahoma Roll.
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Creed kicks out, dropping over onto his knees again and then rising to his feet. As soon as he does though, Hurse takes him down with a hard lariat straight to the throat, knocking him down hard across his back upon the canvas. Hurse immediately begins to shake his arm repeatedly, tremendous anguish still flowing throughout it. Nathan rolls across the canvas, sweating heavily already due to the face pace of this contest, ending up right in front of the cables. He utilizes them to try and pull himself up onto his feet when Hurse rushes in quickly only for Creed to bend forward, catching him against his shoulders. He stands up, almost back dropping Hurse over the cables, grabbing the top one though at the last second and landing feet first on the apron. Nathan spins around when Hurse plants a forearm across the side of his face, almost knocking Creed down to the canvas. Hurse grabs the top rope though and pulls himself over, flipping over in the direction of Creed before he drops down and gets his knee up, causing the Submission Champ to land back first on top of it. Hurse goes into convulsions as he rolls off the knee, flopping up and down on the canvas, appearing to be in absolute anguish from the collision.
Mayne: What a back breaker by Nathan Creed! That was a hell of a last second counter!
Douglas: He may have broken Hurse’s back with that knee of his. This man is just methodically tearing Hurse apart limb by limb in this contest.
Billy: Pretty soon there will be nothing left of him but a bloody torso.
Hurse rolls away from Creed, still holding his back and writhing in anguish when Nathan steps in and grabs him by the hair, sitting him up on the canvas. He now rushes in and kicks Hurse hard straight to the back, causing the Submission Champion to sit on the canvas and writhe in anguish, arching his spine from the blow. Creed gives him no time to sit and lick his wounds though, grabbing Hurse quickly around the jaw and rolling him onto his knees before forcing him onto his feet and stepping in, blasting him over the chest with an absolutely sickening knife edge chop. The shot sends Hurse into a spiral while he covers his lower back with one arm and his sternum with the other. Surprisingly, the chop seems to have waken Hurse up a bit as he turns around and connects with one of his own across the wide chest of Creed. Nathan stumbles in reverse and shakes his head before he unleashes a grunt and steps to the side of Hurse. He moves in and blasts him to the chest with a hard, stiff shin kick. The shot causes Hurse to yell in pain before he spins around in a complete circle and blasts the jaw with a roaring elbow. Nathan is knocked back, almost falling off of his feet before he unleashes a roar and steps forward, connecting with a chop that resembles the sound of a gunshot throughout the arena. The crowd cringes at the sound of the chop which almost takes Hurse down to the canvas, who stumbles and staggers, trying to remain standing. He seems to be in a daze from the pain before Nathan bolts into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in when Hurse goes into a spin and connects with a spinning back chop to the jaw of Creed. The sound of the shot echoes throughout the arena and causes Creed to stumble in reverse, looking completely out of it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Hurse rushes into the ropes in front of Creed now, bouncing off the cables and coming back in when the X-Division Champ bends forward and catches the inner thighs of his opponent. He throws him up into the air and catches him on top of his shoulders before powerbombing him down right on top of his knee with another back breaker. Hurse bounces off the knee and drops in reverse straight into a crawling base. Somehow he finds the strength to will himself up to his feet when Creed charges into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and jumping forward almost with an unbelievably stiff big boot right to the spinal column of Hurse. The shot sends Hurse flying forward and spilling through the cables, turning inside out as he lands back first across the outside mats. The crowd is standing, going nuts at the sight of this while Nathan rises to his feet in the center of the ring, motioning for Hurse to stand up on the outside. Parkwood can barely get his feet beneath him, his back absolutely engulfed in anguish while he rises to a standing base and turns towards the ring. Nathan rushes across the squared circle and dives through the ropes, flying straight at Hurse and connecting with a huge suicide dive headbunt, knocking both men down hard to the mats right in front of the entrance ramp. The crowd is jumping up and down, ecstatic over the trio of moves hit by Creed.
Douglas: What a series of moves by Nathan, taking Hurse perhaps completely out of this match! He just brutalized the Submission Champion there!
Mayne: This is some incredible action Dan, incredible action. Incredible not for the moves, but for the satisfaction I derive from watching these two destroy one another, hahahaha.
The Alpha Generation have their noses buried in newspapers, acting indifferent to the match occurring. Creed rolls away from the down Hurse, appearing to be tired and hurting himself. Hurse however, is still not moving, appearing to be completely out cold after that high flying move from the X-Division Champion. The technically inclined Nathan steps towards Hurse and grabs him by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and forcing him up onto his feet. He slaps on a front gantry and grabs him by the back of the tights before snapping over backwards into a vertical suplex that plants Hurse right on top of the steel ramp. The crowd groans as does Hurse, who arches his back from the steel and turns, anguish showing through his contorted features. Nathan rolls over and grabs a hand full of Hurse’s hair again, rolling him onto his knees and dragging him to his feet slowly, methodically. He places Hurse in the front gantry again now and drops back once more, suplexing Hurse onto the thin layering of mats at ringside now. Hurse sits up in complete and utter anguish once more from the impact before Creed stands up and rolls into the ring, then right back out. He approaches the steel steps quickly and kicks off the top layer, sending it flying across the ringside area into the barricade right in front of the Alpha Generation.
The bottom layer of steps remains in place as Creed steps towards Hurse, who is finally starting to get to his feet, trying to will his way upward. Before he can, Nathan steps to his side and then moves in, planting a hard boot shot to the side of his face. Hurse is knocked right onto his back again before Creed grabs his hair and pulls him to a standing base, backing towards the bottom layer of steps and slapping on a front facelock. The crowd starts to scream as Nathan snaps Hurse over with a suplex right on top of the stairs. The sickening sound of metal connecting with bone and muscle is heard throughout the arena as Hurse is unable to vocalize the pain rushing through his body. He turns off the steps, his mouth opening but producing no sound, in shock over the anguish flowing through his body. He falls onto the mats and begins to convulse now while Nathan sits on the mats, appearing unsympathetic to the anguish he is inflicting on the body of his stablemate.
Douglas: Gooooodddd, that was sick. Nathan suplexing Hurse on top of everything in sight, trying to do as much damage to his back as humanly possible.
Mayne: I never thought Nathan would be the one to do it, but Hurse is having his career ended by one of his own teammates.
Dan: Earlier tonight these two said they’d do whatever it takes to win this match, and go onto the main event of Paranoia for a World Heavyweight title shot in the Weapon’s Lair, and that’s exactly what they’re doing. Although, at this rate, I don’t know how much is going to be left of them to compete in the Lair.
Hurse lies on his side, hand over his back, breathing deeply before a sluggish Creed stands up and approaches him. He grabs the hair of Hurse and pulls him to his feet then rolls him into the ring as quickly as his body will allow. Nathan slides in and crawls methodically into the cover, burying his elbow into the face of Hurse.
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Hurse kicks out surprisingly, sitting up in the process as Nathan immediately bends down and wraps his arms around his mid-section, applying a reverse bearhug. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this, half hoping Hurse can find his way out of the submission, and the other half praying that he taps. Hurse digs his fingers into the palms of his hand to the point of drawing blood as Nathan squeezes with all of his upper body strength, further inflicting damage to the already battered mid-section of the Submission Champion. The anguish seems to be getting to Parkwood as he begins to fall slowly sideways in the direction of the canvas, the conviction, determination being gone in his eyes, replaced with a clouded glare. He seems to be falling asleep as Nathan squeezes again at the ribs. Hurse’s head begins to fall limply to his shoulder as official Stuart Wright begins to step in and check on his condition. Suddenly Hurse awakes though, beginning to fight, lifting his arms into the air and beginning to shake them repeatedly. The crowd is getting to its feet, putting their hands together at the sight of this, all of them getting behind Hurse as he tries to force himself up onto his feet. The Alpha Generation members scoot forward in their chairs, watching this closely. Hurse unleashes a roar as he rises steadily to his feet, Creed remaining behind him, really locking in the reverse bearhug. Finally, to the shock of many, Hurse finds his feet beneath him, standing up straight with Creed still holding him in the bearhug. Without warning though, Nathan drops back, turning the submission into a German suplex. Shock fills Hurse’s eyes as he is driven hard into the canvas across the back of his head, neck and shoulders. Creed holds onto the waistlock with the crowd screaming, pulling Hurse onto his posterior and then standing up, falling in reverse with a second German suplex. Hurse seems to be almost dead weight now as Creed rolls over again, still holding in a reverse waist lock.
Both men get to their feet with Hurse looking dead on his, Nathan about to drop back into another German. Hurse awakens long enough to pop Creed to the side of the face with an elbow, and then does it again, trying to fight out of this and almost doing so. He connects with one more back elbow that causes Creed to almost break his lock on his waist. Hurse goes for another back elbow when Creed steps to his side and catches the arm, hooking it and grabbing the back of his tights. He hoists Hurse into the air and connects with a half nelson back breaker straight across his knee. The crowd reacts with shock as Hurse tumbles off the knee and falls onto his side, rolling back and forth again. Creed quickly falls into the cover, hooking Hurse’s leg with the crowd screaming.
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Hurse kicks out without warning, sitting up on the canvas with a far off glint in his eyes when Nathan turns immediately, interlocking his hands around the jaw of his opponent and burying his knee firmly into the small of his back. Creed pulls in reverse on the chin and further digs his knee into his damaged lower back. Hurse is yelling at the top of his lungs with sweat cascading down his features and body.
Mayne: This is it Dan, your witnessing the end of this battle right here and right now. Creed is about to force Hurse to tap out, to say those two little magic words, “I Quit,” and move onto Paranoia IV’s biggest main event, ever.
Hurse is still roaring at the top of his lungs while Creed has almost a demented glint within his eyes, really rearing back on his chin and driving his knee further into the spine of the Submission Champion. Hurse reaches out with his hands, filling out for anything, trying to find some sort of salvation to escape the agony of this submission. None exist though, the ropes being too far from his grasp and the pain being far too severe to reach them. Nathan really pulls back on the jaw, yelling out something now.
Nathan: Tap Hurse, don’t make me have to break your fucking back!
Hurse is still yelling out in anguish with Creed really maintaining the hold. Suddenly, Parkwood fighting off the energy being given to him by the fans, starts to fight upward though, attempting to pull the hands away from his jaw. The crowd is standing, slapping the barricades and stomping their feet, wanting to see this battle continue, but dying to find out who will make it to the Lair. Hurse and Creed get to their feet slowly and painstakingly, with sweat pouring from their damaged bodies when Nathan begins to turn his frame. Nathan is forced to take his knee away from the spine of Hurse, who has risen all the way to a standing base, with his chin being pulled in reverse still by Creed. Hurse turns suddenly and drives his elbow into the gut of Creed, and then does it again, trying his best to weaken his grasp before he throws another elbow at his chest. Nathan side steps it though and catches Hurse around the waist suddenly, hoisting him into the air and dropping him back first across his knee again with the Canadian backbreaker. Hurse bounces off and roars at the top of his lungs as he falls off of the knee one more, landing on the canvas before Creed drops down at his side and once again locks his arms around his waist, applying another bearhug. Creed quickly changes up the hold, switching around and burying his knee straight into the kidneys of Hurse, pulling back as far as possibly upon the chin. Hurse is still spread across his stomach, now shouting in agony as Nathan continues to work over that back as much as he possibly can. The shade in Hurse’s face has transformed to a deep dark red, running short on air, seconds from passing or tapping out to the pain streaming through his spine.
Dan: Another submission established by Nathan Creed, once again focusing on the back, and it doesn’t look like Hurse has much left in the tank to fight out of it.
Mayne: Like you said earlier Dan, Nathan has been ripping Hurse apart in this match, just physically dissecting him.
Douglas: Okay. You know, generally when you reference something I said earlier, you follow it up with your own add on comment.
Billy: Oh, well, I just really liked what you said.
A traumatic yell escapes the lips of Hurse as Nathan really rears back on his chin and further digs his knee directly into the lower spine. The crowd is once again slowly rising to their feet, clapping their hands, trying to get Hurse motivated. The Submission Champion seems to be answering their prayers as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, Nathan forced to take the knee away from his back once more. Hurse begins to rise to his feet slowly, with all the pain in the world ravaging his body, Nathan pulling on the chin still. As soon as they reach their feet though, Hurse ducks down and slips around behind the back of Creed, burying his shoulder into his spine. He tries to lift him but roars in agony, his back far too greatly damaged to hoist Creed’s weight. With the pain remaining sharp in his back he turns away from Creed who spins to face him and brutally knife edge chops him straight to the lower back. Hurse arches his spine and yells at the top of his lungs as he stumbles forward from the impact. Nathan spins him around and now levels him with another violent chop, taking Hurse right back down to the canvas and causing some in the crowd to look on in shock over how stiff the shot was. Hurse rolls onto his knees, sweating heavily though, drooling and bearing a red streak across his chest before he yells for Creed to bring it.
Nathan looks around slightly shocked before he runs up straight to Hurse and blasts him brutally to the face with a boot shot, the sound of the collision echoing throughout the arena. The fans scream as Hurse is knocked onto his back, not moving now. Creed turns and quickly drops down into the cover.
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Hurse kicks out again somehow, the fans looking on in shock. Nathan sits up, breathing with frustration before he stands and grabs the hair of the Submission Champion, dragging him up to his feet and taking hold of his wrist. He whips him directly into the cables behind him before Hurse ricochets off and comes right back in at Nathan, who slaps his knee and runs forward, straight into a huge running boot. Without warning though, Hurse ducks it and catches Creed under the leg and around the neck, still running a bit as he lifts Nathan into the air and drops him with a capture back breaker straight across his knee. Nathan bounces off, reaching for his kidneys and yelling in pain, with the fans going nuts as Hurse tumbles onto the canvas, breathing heavily.
Mayne: Where did he pull that out of? Wait, I probably don’t want to know the answer to that question.
Douglas: Hurse avoiding another lethal boot and giving Creed a taste of his own medicine with that back breaker! What a battle this is in the main event.
Nathan is still rolling across the canvas, reaching for his back but trying to get his feet beneath him. Meanwhile, Hurse can barely find the strength remaining in his tired, battered body to stand up, but finally does so. Creed gets to his feet as well when Hurse spins around and connects with a roaring chop to the side of Nathan’s face. A loud “woo” is heard from the fans as Nathan is knocked backwards from the blow, Creed somehow still standing. Hurse now takes hold of his wrist and whips him across the ring only for Creed to reverse it. He turns and pulls Hurse forward, catching him around the waist with one arm, lifting him into the Canadian backbreaker. To the shock of everyone though Hurse flips up and over the shoulder of Creed, landing on his feet behind his back. Hurse turns the side of his body towards Nathan and catches him around the jaw, dropping down into a huge reverse neckbreaker. The crowd starts to put their hands together as they realize what is coming next, Hurse rolling over in reverse and still holding onto the neck of Nathan, pulling him with him. As soon as they get to their feet, a sluggish Hurse pulls an equally as dazed Nathan around into the reverse neckbreaker position again before dropping him down by the back of his neck first right over his knee. Yet he still keeps hold of Nathan’s neck, bridging him up back to his feet as Hurse rises to a standing position and now places his arm over the front of Creed’s neck, twisting Nathan’s head inward towards his body. He pushes him so that his upper half is twisted, going the opposite direction of his legs, forward down towards the canvas, setting for the final move in the Traces of Contamination, the Shellshock.
Without warning though, Creed pulls his head free, by swinging around with his lower body and popping his head in reverse out from between Hurse’s arms. He gets behind him and catches him around the neck, bending him over backwards and calling for a version of the Total Domination (Final Cut). Before he can do it, Hurse reaches up and grabs Nathan around the back of his head, bending him forward and then shooting his knee upward into his face, causing him to break the reverse DDT position. With Creed dazed and staggering Hurse rushes into the cables in front of him, holding his spine all the way and then coming right back in at Nathan who suddenly steps forward and catches him in a scoop slam. He immediately tries to lower him down and complete the Final Cut when Nathan slides off of his shoulder and lands behind his back. Hurse steps forward, grabbing the head of Nathan and tucking it forward towards the canvas before dropping back, flipping Creed over in reverse sideways so that he slams face first into the canvas, standing on top of his head.
Douglas: Hurse got it, Hurse got it, he finished the Traces of Contamination!
Nathan lands on his back after Hurse completed the Shellshock, turning onto his elbows and knees, scrambling into the cover as fast as his body will allow. He quickly hooks both Nathan’s legs.
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The crowd goes nuts as Nathan kicks out at the last possible second, dropping onto his side, Hurse sitting up on the canvas with an expression of absolute shock on his sweaty features.
Mayne: And he kicked out, Dan, he kicked out! Hahaha, this is insane.
Douglas: Both of these men want, and need that World title opportunity in the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia III. But who, who is going to survive this battle?
Nathan and Hurse are both exhausted as they begin to rise to their feet. But immediately Hurse looks out over the fans and shouts something loudly.
Hurse: SANITIZER!!
The crowd goes nuts, realizing Hurse is about to set for the Sanitizer (Styles Clash). Nathan is forcing himself up onto his feet when Hurse steps over his head and raises his arms, looking for the move to perhaps finish Creed off for good. Without warning though, a trash can slams violently over his skull. The fans boo furiously as Too Magnificent enters the ring trash can in hand, and Hurse collapsing onto his back, appearing absolutely out cold.
Douglas: Wait a minute, wait a God damn minute! Too Magnificent is interfering in this main event, and trying to once again get his hands on Hurse!
Mayne: The man who was kicked out of the Alpha Generation earlier tonight, looks to have snapped Dan!
Hurse is still lying on his back as a furious Too Magnificent storms around the ring with the dented trash can, staring at Creed who begins to force himself up onto his feet. He throws him the trash can, Nathan catching it in front of his face before Too Magnificent rushes forward and big boots the can violently backwards into Creed’s face, sending him flying over backwards and smashing into the canvas. Too Magnificent stares down at Creed but then glares maliciously at Hurse, who is trying his best to fight his way up onto his feet, his forehead now busted open by the trash can shot. There is obviously something sinister planned by Too Magnificent as he stares at his former tag team partner, the man he double crossed so many months ago. He is shaking almost as Hurse slowly rises to his feet, the Alpha Generation standing up behind the barricade and looking confused by all of this. As soon as Hurse gets to his feet now Too Magnificent kicks him straight to the gut and grabs him around the neck before hoisting him into the air and bringing him down neck first into the canvas with the Midas Touch. Hurse crashes off the ring and flips over, his face covered in blood before he tumbles onto his back. Too Magnificent sits up, looking very proud of himself, pleased with the brutality he just inflicted on Hurse.
Douglas: This is disgusting, I cannot believe Too Magnificent has ruined this match. All because of some pointless vendetta.
Mayne: Pointless? This rivalry between Too Magnificent and Hurse has gotten beyond personal. Besides, don’t you remember Dan, this match has to have a winner, he didn’t ruin anything, it must continue.
Dan: How can either of these men possibly continue after that?
Too Magnificent slides through the ropes now, shaking with intensity as he drops onto the mats, turning to face the Alpha Generation behind the barricade. Devin has his fist clinched as he steps towards Magnificent, ready for a battle, when all of a sudden grins form on both men’s faces. The entire Alpha Generation bursts into laughter as Too Magnificent steps over the barricade, Adams and Mills patting him on the back while he gives Hawk a high five. Jackson throws an Alpha Generation t-shirt over Too Mag’s shoulder while wearing a big goofy grin on his face. He stares towards the nearest camera while still laughing and pointing at Too Magnificent.
Jackson: We’ve pulled another one over on you AWOL! Too Mag may interfered, but he wasn’t part of the Alpha Generation when he did it, hahahaha.
The Alpha Generation now start through the crowd, laughing as the fans boo and throw things at them repeatedly. Robin Brooks has now rushed down towards the ring, fans cheering at the sight of her as she stops at ringside, slapping the apron and shouting for both Creed and Hurse to continue. Neither man seems capable of standing, with the official unable to do much of anything, as a winner must be decided. Nathan is the first to begin moving, getting over onto his hands and knees, then crawling painstakingly in the direction of the down Hurse. The Submission Champion is still not moving as Nathan crawls right on top of him, hooking his leg desperately. The crowd screams as Wright drops down to make the count.
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Hurse kicks out to the shock of everyone in the arena, including Robin at ringside. He just barely shot his shoulder from the canvas in time as Nathan drops onto his back, his body absolutely drenched in sweat. His nose is now bleeding as he gets to his knees and with the little energy left in him, takes hold of Hurse’s wrist, standing as he begins to drag him up to his feet. Nathan seems to have nothing left before he stares at Robin, who seems to give him some inspiration. He takes Hurse by the wrist and pulls him forward now, placing his arm across his chest and setting up for the Rock Bottom, while he shouts something.
Nathan: This one’s for you Orlando!
He hoists Hurse into the air when Parkwood turns in the middle of the Rock Bottom. He reaches back with his legs and wraps them around the waist of Creed before he rolling him up forward and sitting on top of his chest, holding down the back of his legs.
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Nathan pushes his shoulders off the canvas and in the process rolls back, causing Hurse to fall on his spine, shoulders pressed to canvas. Creed stands and sits on the back of Hurse’s legs, holding his shoulders to the canvas.
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Hurse drops over onto his side, causing Creed to fall off the back of his legs, landing on his posterior right beside his opponent. Hurse quickly wraps his arms and legs around the arms of Creed, pulling him over backwards into the crucifix.
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The entire arena is shocked as Nathan kicks out just a second too late, falling over onto his knees with wide eyes as he spots Wright call for the bell. A bloodied Hurse remains on his back, barely conscious while the just as dazed Creed rests on his knees, bleeding from the nose and appearing to be in shock.
Douglas: HE DID IT, OH MY GOD, HE CAUGHT HIM!
Mayne: Unbelievable, Hurse just caught Creed with the crucifix pin!
The arena is standing, going nuts at the sight of this while Nathan rests on his knees, taking deep breaths and trying to come to terms with what just happened. Robin slides into the ring now and walks over to Creed, patting him on the back, reassuring him everything will be okay, that there will be other opportunities. Nathan still doesn’t want to seem to accept the fact that he didn’t win a spot in the Weapon’s Lair. While caught in this state of disbelief, Robin drops down next to Hurse, who is still bleeding heavily, patting him on the side of the face and trying her best to wake him up. He doesn’t seem to want to move however, his entire body inflicted with pain.
Dan: We now know our first wrestler to compete in the Weapons Lair at Paranoia IV. It will be Hurse, he will be involved in the sadism of steel cage insanity.
Mayne: I want to say that neither of these guys deserve it, but I’d be lying. Obviously they do after that incredible match.
Hurse tries to stand up in his highly groggy state, Robin trying to help him to his feet as he sits up at least. Creed steps around in front of him, looking down at Hurse and then finally extending his hand to a huge reaction from the crowd. As much as it seems to pain him, Creed takes hold of Hurse’s slowly raising hand and shakes it, as well as helps him to his feet.
Douglas: What a display of respect between these two men. They know they just put on one hell of a battle.
Mayne: Yes, and thankfully only one of them is going to be in the Lair. I don’t think I could stand both Nathan and Hurse being in there.
Hurse and Nathan continue to shake hands, both men exhausted while Robin steps back, clapping her hands at the sight of this. Nathan seems to be telling the dazed Hurse something when Too Magnificent slides into the ring behind them. He rushes up straight behind Creed and blasts him over the back with a clubbing strike, knocking him forward into Hurse. Both men are taken down hard to the canvas Too Magnificent steps in and begins to stomp at Hurse repeatedly. The crowd boos as Jackson Adams slides into the ring and rushes up behind a shocked Brooks, catching her to the back of the head with his cast now. Brooks is taken down hard to the canvas as Adams begins to pound down upon her with stomps. Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills also enter the ring, surrounding Nathan and beginning to stomp at him repeatedly.
Douglas: Oh dammit, what is this!?! What is this!?! We thought the Alpha Generation had just left the building after they found a way to get involved in this match, and now they’re right back here!
Mayne: The more chances to see the Alpha Generation, the better.
Nathan is forced to his feet by Devin before his head is pulled between his legs. Hawk now flips over forward, connecting with the Canadian Destroyer. Creed pops up out of the piledriver onto his feet, staggering for a second before he collapses onto his back, a motionless heap. Too Magnificent forces Hurse up to a standing base now and kicks him to the gut before shoving him towards Adams, who catches him by the arms, hooking them. He hoists the bloodied Hurse into the air and turns before planting him face first into the canvas with the Angels’ Wings. Hurse flops off of the ring and onto his back, completely out cold. Too Magnificent begins to stomp away at the back of Robin’s head, trying to inflict as much damage on her pretty face as possible. In the meanwhile, Ryan is placing his foot to the throat of Creed, pushing down on his knee and choking at him violently. Nathan gasps for air while kicking his legs and flailing his arms.
Douglas: This is downright pathetic by the Alpha Generation. They attack these two after a grueling singles match, and then lay out Robin from behind with a shot by that cast. All the while knowing that Isaac Saine has been taken from the building.
Mayne: This is guerilla warfare Dan, strike only when the time is right.
Jackson gets to his feet, still laughing quite hard as he requests a microphone from ringside. Kailey reluctantly hands it to him as JA turns back to the center of the ring, where the Alpha Generation is brutalizing Project Lost Cause.
Jackson: Hey AWOL, you also didn’t say we couldn’t interfere after the match is over, hahahaha.
Jackson throws down the microphone while a bloodied Hurse is pulled onto his feet in knees in front of him, his arms pinned behind his back by Too Magnificent, who is taken great joy in this assault. Jackson grabs him by the bangs of his hair and begins to blast him repeatedly over the face with his cast covered arm. Devin now has Robin Brooks up onto her feet, holding her by the back of the head while Ryan steps in front of her, contemplating rather he should do it or not. He finally steps forward though and superkicks Brooks right under the jaw, knocking her down to the canvas and betraying his friend.
Mayne: What a great way to end this week’s show.
Douglas: I’d love one Annihilation where the main event didn’t end with the damned Alpha Generation! Can we get one, please?
The savage beatdown continues in the ring.
CONTEMPLATION?
The camera strangely switches to the backstage area, positioned upon a monitor which is providing a live shot of the brutality being inflicted in the center of the ring by the Alpha Generation. The monitor features close ups of the bloodied faces of Creed and Hurse, writhing in agony. Slowly the camera turns away from the television though, switching straight to none other than World Champion, Desolation. He is seated on a couch in his dressing room, watching this unfold with the title placed over one of his legs. There seems to be an apathetic expression on his face while he watches the Alpha Generation beat down Project Lost Cause. Instead of springing up to help them, he pops open the cap to his water bottle and drinks it down slowly, not removing his eyes from the monitor. He now grabs a Dorito from the bag beside him and then chows it down before raising his remote.
Desolation: Hmmm, I wonder what else is on.
He flips the channel before a nauseated expression befalls his face, the sounds of the television being heard in the background.
No, not the force, the shwartz.
Desolation flops back in his couth and releases a deep breath.
Desolation: Dammit, they’ve done it to me again.
Tonight is the night we get things underway and we show you people and the world what the X-Class Championship is going to be all about, tonight we see three fights from six great competitors of this division who are going to make this division stand out more so then any other division, a rival to the Heavyweight ranks of this company, if you will.
But last week I didn’t explain clearly enough just how this is going to happen, how it is going to work, you see all six of those wrestlers are going to come out here together in a moment and one by one we are going to watch those three matches in a wrestling Marathon!
The first match is going to be a hardcore match, the wrestlers can fight wherever they want, however they want and whoever is able to make the most of there match will get the victory and the pass into the final three to fight for the right to take on Nathan Creed and the X-Class Championship, the other four will remain at the top of the ramp and act as lumberjacks to make sure no man leaves this arena during the fight, that’s right fans, BOTH wrestlers have to keep the fight in front of your very eyes!!!
The second match will explain the contraption around the ring, four poles, two bits of rope, forming an X – what shall become the X Match Masterclass of the Division, The opponents must fight in the ring under normal rules, the winner climbing across the rope to the centre of the ring where an X will be placed, they need to unhook it and have both feet touching the ring mat to win, let me repeat, BOTH FEET must touch the ring mat to win!
Finally, our third match, a straight up, no stipulations singles match, the winner proving to the world that he can wrestle and making his way to the final three without using weapons, without climbing across ropes. Ladies and Gentleman, you are about to witness the depth and talent the X-Class Championship Division has, so without further ado, lets get the six of them out here.
I have to say Conrad, I’m excited about this division and this marathon as you put it, that we are about to see, but I have some questions..
Fire away…
Is that chick going to be in it? Because she was hot!
Yes she is, oh and her name is Roxas Knoxx
More importantly, do these wrestlers know who there facing and what match there going to be facing each other in?
No they don’t, but I have worked it out and believe the matches should suit each individuals talent so we can see just what they can do!
Roxas just walks slowly down the ramp ignoring the majority of the fans as the man with her just shouts abuse at one guy in the crowd who shouts abuse at her before following her to the ring, Roxas just rolls in under the ropes as he climbs up onto the apron and steps through them to join her in the middle of the ring.)
Ok, I thought we were just going to the six competitors? Who is this guy!?!
That would be Gavin Peirce, a ‘friend’ of Roxas Knoxx I believe.
Is he allowed to be here?
There is no reason why not, this is a marathon to show the skill of these wrestlers, dealing with distractions is apart of that ability.
No love lost here I don’t think, it seems Bryan Kirros believes Roxas took away some of the limelight of his arrival here in the ULW and the two of them, like many of the new names in ULW is out here to prove they are capable of making it and are some of the better talent we are likely to see.
And tonight both of them are going to prove it in one of the three matches ahead of them.
What a great idea that was as well, three classic matches coming up and under you Conrad Gray, if I may say so, this division seems like its going to blow the roof of ULW.
You may say so, thank you.
And here is Ward Hawn, he wasn’t happy with Kristian Sailes nor Bryan Kirros last week for seemingly getting in his way, like many of these stars, he wants to be the best and tonight I think he is going to shine and prove himself.
Also lets add that Ward Hawn, while being a kiss ass with the fans was also the only man to eliminate anyone last week when he pinned Chris Hunter before the match become a free for all.
Thus Hunter has no contract with us anymore, for this division we want only the best, not crybabies who simply going to keep letting us down!
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 the cake Now.
Just straiten up cause the boss is back,
So for the concise, 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]
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]
I really like this kid, Jeff Young has everything the X-Class Championship stands for, youth, talent, confidence and determination, he is full of heart and as you can hear from the crowds, he is very popular to.
Maybe so, but he has a lot to prove here yet and one good showing last week is nothing to what he needs to do tonight, the CEO is watching Dan Douglas and all of these men are expected to perform whether they win, lose or draw.
Could you be kissing his ass much more Billy Mayne? Conrad is right there, go for it.
You’re ok thank you, we are not low enough to have a kiss my ass club in this federation!
Tension is mounting here in the ring, five of the six wrestlers out here ready for action, only one more to come to the ring and the winner of last weeks match, Kristian Sailes. This should be interesting as this match prepares to kick off.
You ain’t kidding, they look like there about to fight now, who cares about the singles matches!
I agree completely with that comment Billy, but as you said earlier they ARE trying to impress the CEO and make a point here and if they want to do that, they will keep to the rules of this Marathon.
So here we go, all six X-Class competitors out here in the ring and what an event this looks like it’s going to be, with River and Gavin out here we have eight superstars at ringside Billy and if this one breaks down like the matches have done in the past, it could be unstoppable, all of these guys want to prove there worth badly!
You’re not kidding, last week they went at each there own team-mates and the entire match while it lasted was about stabbing your team-mates in the back!
That has certainly been the theme so far, but tonight, thanks to Conrad Gray we have three singles matches and these guys will now have to prove themselves, not as team-mates, but as individual wrestlers.
Ladies and Gentleman, the first of three matches is about begin and by the ruling of CEO of the company, the first match will be the HARDCORE MATCH UP
Introducing first, the first of tonight’s competitors, she weighs in at 215 pounds and hails from Boston Massachusetts, ROXAS KNOXX!!!
And her opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Chicago, Illinois, BRYAN KIRROS!!!
Roxas just turns to the fans and angrily tells them to ‘Shut up’ but as she does the Intensity of Bryan Kirros keeps him focused on the match and he leaps at her with both feet slamming them into her back and sending her crashing down into the middle turnbuckle as she looses her footing, she turns to face him, but Bryan is relentless and just boots her in the chest over and over again, he then leans down and grabs Roxas by the hair before lifting her up to her feet in the corner.
He grabs her by the arm now and just throws her powerfully into the opposite corner before running in after her but Roxas just lunges out at him hitting him with an elbow to the jaw that causes him to stumble backwards before she charges at him and slams a boot into his midsection, she then grabs his arm and throws him into the corner instead now, but he grabs the top rope and leaps over her charging body as she runs in after him before dropping to her knees and sliding to the corner in order to stop herself running chest first into it, she smiles thinking her move intelligent before suddenly Bryan leaps in from behind her and dropkicks her face right into the middle pad!)
Oh great move by Bryan there and Roxas is stunned by the pace of the man, he weighs less then she does and his cat like prancing around the ring is showing the difference in speed here. Don’t get me wrong, Roxas is no big women, she is fast and pacey herself, but Bryan Kirros has some real pace.
Yeah but he is also beating on a woman, he should be ashamed of himself! She is hot and he is going to wreck her face he keeps doing things like that!
CEO Conrad Gray is here with us at ringside and right now I think its fair to say he is impressed with what he has seen to open this match.
I am and I have to say, for a hardcore match these two have opened this bout showing they can wrestle instead of using weapons, I like that, some show of integrity here by these two, to prove to us all they actually have ability, there not just another Bullseye, or Chapel or dare I say it, Isaac Saine!
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No, Kickout by Roxas.
Bryan just argues for a moment with the official before standing up to see Roxas on all fours, he grabs her by the neck and lifts her to her feet against the ropes, he then takes her arm again and throws her across the ring, no she counters and throws him into the ropes, she then leapfrogs him as he comes back to her and causes him to run onto the ropes again his momentum picking up as Roxas suddenly back rolls her legs into the air going for a monkey flip of sorts, but he stops himself just in time and grabs her ankles before looking over the cheering fans, he then leg drops the back of both her knee joints right into a compacter pin,
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Kickout again by Roxas causing the fans to shout “TWO” at the tops of there voices. Bryan just curses the sky seemingly before beginning to stand as Roxas does the same, he stands to see her again on all fours and once again he begins to lift her, but suddenly she wakes up and slaps his arms away before laying in punch after punch into his face knocking him backwards, she then turns and runs into the ropes before coming back, but Kirros is waiting for her and lifts her into the air before dropping her down with a Manhattan drop that has her hold between her legs, Bryan then runs off the ropes himself before leaping for a crossbody but she ducks and he flies right over her before landing on the ring mat and rolling onto his back, however as he does Roxas instantly reacts and jumps onto him with a standing moonsault that has the fans on there feet in shock at the move!
She quickly makes the pin attempt,
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Kirros kicks out in time and Roxas just slaps her hand on the mat before Gavin appears at ringside next to her shouting orders and motivating her to get back into this match, she just stands up and grabs the head of Bryan before lifting him back to his feet, she then hooks both of his arms as if going for a Pedigree before lifting him straight up for an underhook piledriver, however suddenly she just leaps into the air and drops him forward for a huge double underhook sit down face buster!)
Big, big move there by Roxas and a huge impact it had as well.
This is more like it, I love it, this girl has spirit and she is really making people stand to attention now Dan!
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No! Kickout by Bryan again, angrily she shouts at the official before standing up and stomping hard on her opponents chest, before dropping a standard elbow across him, she then stands again and lifts him back to his feet as well before pushing him backwards into a corner of the ring, she then stomps on his stomach again before grabbing his arm and going for an Irish whip across the ring but suddenly he counters and tries to throw her instead but she sees it coming as well and just throws him into the corner, but the pace is much slower now and Bryan just leaps instantly up to the top rope before trying to keep his balance, however as he does, Roxas just runs in from behind and pushes him ass first from inside the ring, right to the outside causing him to crash face first right into the crowd barricade!!
The wrestlers surrounding just step away from the action as Gavin continues to shout at Roxas to keep on him, she seems to nod at him, but somehow Bryan is already moving and just gets back to his feet, holding his head in pain, before stumbling across the outside of the ring to the apron, however as he does she just comes off the far ropes and leaps into the air with a delayed, slow motion, like dropkick to the face that sends him crashing to the floor on the outside of the ring.
Roxas just stands back up and walks to the ropes adjacent before rolling under them to the outside of the ring, she then looks across the ring to the rampway to see Bryan beginning to stand back up, suddenly she runs across the outside of the ring and leaps up onto the crowd barrier intending to run across it toward him, but Bryan suddenly leaps onto the crowd barrier himself and then again leaps forward at Roxas dropkicking her feet away from her causing her to slam face first into the crowd barrier before falling into the front row of fans as Bryan drops to the mats!!)
MY GOD! Roxas could be knocked out from that blow!
Ouch, that looked painful.
NO! HER POOR FACE!!
Gavin just shouts abuse back and forth with Jeff Young who is at the top of the ramp with the other X-Class stars, Jeff angry with what Gavin just did. Meanwhile Roxas finally walks toward her downed opponent, however as she leans down to grab him, he just grabs the top of the ladder laying next to him and slams it straight into her face causing her to drop the chair and fall down to the railings herself!! Bryan is painfully moving around now and just grabs the chair dropped by Roxas before slowly getting to all fours, Roxas herself is beginning to get back up now as well, but is slowly crawling up the rampway toward the barricade of wrestlers stopping them leaving the fans eye view. Roxas slowly stands up and seems to plead for them to move, but they don’t budge and suddenly the chair slams across her back as Kirros smashes it across her knocking her back down to the metal railings, he then turns back to Gavin who holds his hands in the air to say he wants nothing to do with it before backing off, Bryan looks pissed off over what happened with the ladder but turns back to his opponent, Roxas sees this and drops to her knees, pleading with him not to attack anymore, begging him to leave her alone, angrily he just raises the chair and goes for the swing, but suddenly she jumps to her feet and just leaps into a spin heel kick right into the chair that slams off the cranium of Bryan Kirros and sends him flying off the side of the stage through a table that awaits him at the bottom of it!!!)
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!! WHAT AN OPENING MATCH AND BRYAN KIRROS LOOKS DESTROYED DOWN THERE!!
SHE TRICKED HIM!!! That was brilliant, Roxas Knoxx has more intelligence then Bryan gave her credit for and it cost him dearly!
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The fans just go nuts as out of nowhere Bryan Kirros get the win, he rolls instantly out of the ring to the outside as EMT’s sprint to his position, his arm still raised in the air as Roxas, tired and shattered just sits up looking at Gavin who is equally shocked, she slams her hands on the mat, realizing her mistake was playing to the fans, she rolls out of the ring screaming to the ground, her hands running threw her hair as she turns away from the ring)
The fans here are on there feet and already excited, what a great first match that was and both of those competitors proved what the X-Class Championship is all about with that war in and out of the ring just now! Unbelievable!
You’re not kidding, but best of all, this thing isn’t over yet! There is still two more matches to go and this wrestling Marathon just keeps getting better and better!
This division is about standing out above all else and making yourself known to the world and the first to did just that, but in true X-Class fashion, the next two, you know, are just going to go out and try and prove themselves even better then the display we just saw, in the first ever, X match Masterclass, and this one could be a scorcher, but who is to compete in it?
Ladies and Gentleman, in your second match of this Wrestling Marathon, ULW would like to present its first ever X MATCH MASTERCLASS!!! The first of the two wrestlers competing in this match is….WARD HAWN!
His opponent and only the second man EVER to compete in this match….DENILE PARTIS!!!
Another great match to begin here, Ward Hawn Vs Denile Partis in the first ever X-Match Masterclass bout! But can they really top what we saw from Roxas and Bryan Kirros!?!
This X-Class Division are showing there determination to be known as the best in the world that’s for sure and the last match showed some great talent coming through the ULW ranks, this match is looking to do the same.
Indeed, right here we have the ever impressive Ward Hawn, a former paramedic, this guy knows the difference between life and death Billy that’s for sure and you can guess he will border the line of acceptable risk as much as possible, but across from him, the ever impressive Denile Partis, the former SCW man and tutored by former ULW star River Angelus and I think that there is the difference between Denile and other SCW stars who have come here, he is actually being tutored by a former top name, that gives him a good advantage for a career under these initials.
The entire arena is loud, very vocal from the excitement of what they have seen before this match and each blow by the wrestler now matter how hard is making the arena react, Ward just seems to slump in the corner for a moment but Denile isn’t finished and runs back to the opposite corner before suddenly sprinting across the ring and then leaping in the air again, this time hitting a delayed dropkick, the move seemingly holding him in the air for a long period of time before he hits the chest of Ward with both feet causing Hawn to fall to the mat as the fans shout with appreciation again!
Instantly Denile turns to the fans and begins pointing to himself in an egotistical manner before turning back to Ward Hawn who is on one knee, he grabs him by the hair and lifts him up before locking in a rear waistlock as he walks back to the centre of the ring, but suddenly Ward re-awakens and breaks the hold before reversing it into one of his own, but Denile re-counters buy using brute strength to break the lock around him before grabbing the wrist of Ward Hawn and twisting it before standing to his opponents side with a wrist lock, however as he suddenly tugs on it Ward leaps forward into a forward roll and stands right back to his feet, before countering with a wrist lock of his own, he then tugs back on the arm of Denile causing Partis to fall backwards to the mat, but Denile instantly reacts by nipping back up to his vertical base and slamming a hard elbow into the face of Ward stunning him for a second, he then tries for the Irish whip to the corner again, but Ward this time counters it and sends Denile Partis into the corner this time, but as Denile reaches the ropes he grabs the top one and leaps back with his legs causing his body to float over the incoming figure of Ward Hawn who chases in after him, he then uses the momentum to push back to the centre of the ring, however as he does Ward Hawn has already made plans as well and just leaps to the top rope before reaching up to grab one of the four ends of rope above them, the two ropes making an X overhead, however Denile sees this and instantly runs back to the corner grabbing the legs of Ward and pulling him back down to the ring but Ward just turns and hits Denile with a thunderous right forearm that has the fans cringing, he then follows in with a number of other forearms knocking Denile right back into the opposite corner, before he grabs Partis by the arm and throws him into the opposite corner, he then rushes in after him but this time Denile lifts a boot right into his face knocking him back toward the centre of the ring, he then turns and grabs the top rope before leaping over them onto the apron, Ward turns to see this and rushes at him, but suddenly Denile leaps onto the top rope and then leaps over the head of Ward going for the ropes above them, but his fingers just shave the ropes and he falls hard to the mat, slowly he gets to all fours as Ward turns to him and boots him in the head as Denile tries to get back up, but suddenly Partis stands and slams a forearm into the face of Ward before going for an Irish whip, however Ward counters by turning into the arm of Partis and coming back at him with a huge elbow to the face, he then runs across the ring himself into the ropes before coming back at Denile who leaps over him, Ward then runs into the ropes again but this time Denile slides down in front of him forcing Hawn to leap over him and continue into the ropes one more time, however as he is about to come back Ward just grabs the top rope and rolls under them to the outside realizing Partis is about to go for a dropkick, however as he gets a breather on the outside Denile just sprints off the far ropes before coming back at him and leaping with a perfect Senton Splash right onto him on the outside of the ring!!)
WHAT A MOVE BY DENILE PARTIS!!! What a match this second match is proving to be as well and the fans are loving every single second of this!
I am loving every single second of this Dan! These guys are doing just what I asked of them and showing the world why they are special and deserve to be here!
And they have done just that in my book, I still can’t believe that hot chick lost though – but nonetheless, I am loving this Masterclass match here, I can tell this kind of match will really catch on!
Ward just drops to the ground holding his groin as the official leans through the ropes shouting at River Angelus who is posing to the fans on the outside, seeing this Partis just grabs the referee and shouts abuse in his face, telling him to ‘back off’ before turning back to Ward who is slowly back to his feet, he then charges at him and slams a forearm into his face staggering him for a moment, then another before grabbing his arm and throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, as Ward comes back at him he just slams a back elbow into his chest knocking Hawn to the mat before grabbing him by the legs and back rolling him back to his feet, he then grabs him in a front gantry and throws his arm around his own head before lifting him into a text book snap suplex, before twisting the hips as if going for another snap suplex, he stands him up but moves away from the grapple, instead twisting the arm of Ward into a wristlock before placing his head under the arm of Hawn from behind and lifting him off his feet backwards with a nice back body drop!
He then turns to the fans and begins signing to the camera that he will be the next X-Class champion, the man to face Nathan Creed at the Rumble Bash, he then turns to see Ward back on one knee and grabs him by the hair, but suddenly Ward Hawn breaks the hold and stands up before slapping a chop across the chest of Denile and another and another, each shot getting a loud ‘Woo’ from the fans, before suddenly he goes for a straight kick to the midsection but Partis just swings the leg back toward Ward causing him to fall forward instead of back and right onto his face, at the same time as he is falling Denile moves quickly and drops an elbow across the knee joint of the same leg he just threw!!
Denile then stands up and just walks across to the corner of the ring before climbing the ropes again, he looks up and once more, grabs the ropes above him, slowly he makes his way across to the centre, but Ward is already up and just grabs his leg before tugging him down to the canvas, however Denile lands right on his feet and goes for a kick to the head but Ward ducks it and Denile spins right around from the momentum of the missed shot, Ward acts quickly and then grabs Denile from behind before lifting him into a gruesome looking release German suplex that has the fans cringing with sighs and shock at the sight of the connection between the neck of Denile and the ring canvas!)
OH MY!!! That could have broken the neck of Denile Partis right there and this former Paramedic might have just caused his own emergency room accident with that German Suplex!
Did you see the way his head bent in on itself, ouch, But now Ward has the ring on his side and should, climb, climb, climb.
That’s how you win this thing!
Slowly Ward Hawn begins to move, he reaches all fours and just begins to get up to his feet, using the ropes to make it to his vertical base before taking a moment to catch his breathe, he then climbs the ropes to the top before looking up at the overhead ropes, Denile isn’t moving, this could be his chance!!
However suddenly from nowhere River Angelus enters the ring and grabs the back of his pants before tugging Ward Hawn down, shockingly he then begins to climb the ropes himself, but Ward is instantly back up and grabs River before throwing him down to the mat, he then attempts to climb the ropes again, but this time River just stands up and leaps at Ward slamming a hard forearm across his back, the slapping sound echoing through the arena! He then puts his head between the legs of Ward and lifts him up onto his shoulders, Ward just grabs the top rope, stopping him from walking to the middle of the ring, only for Denile to suddenly stand up and slam his fist across the fingers of Ward causing River to hold him in the ring on his shoulders, desperately Ward throws punches into the face of Hawn trying to break the hold he has on him, but its not enough as Denile just gets to the top rope and leaps to the overhead ropes, he then, pulls himself along to where Ward is being held up by River before letting go and landing on Ward’s shoulders before throwing him with a huge Hurricanrana that has the fans going absolutely mental!!!)
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!
Now THAT’S what this division is all about!
I have never seen ANYTHING like that in my life, that was amazing Dan!
Exhausted Denile just drops to the floor on the outside as River slaps his chest, proud of his protégés work, the fans just boo louder, some still clapping however to show appreciation to the two men for there match.)
What a match, what a contestant, both men had there chances and hit some huge moves and I have to say, that so far Conrad Gray, this has to be one of the more successful things to happen to ULW in recent times.
He is a Gray Dan, what else did you expect?
Well we are about to go into our final match tonight and unlike the last two, this is about simple raw wrestling ability, Kristian Sailes Vs Jeff Young and if the last two matches were anything to go by, this one is going to be an absolute corker!
Ladies and Gentleman, this is your FINAL MATCH of the Marathon, introducing first for this singles match, JEFF YOUNG!!!
And your second competitor in this match… KRISTIAN SAILES!
So here we go, the third and final match here in the wrestling marathon and both these men looking to shine above the rest here in what I suppose you could call the main event of this X-Class championship matches.
Kristian certainly deserved that after winning the overall match last week when it became a free for all, the quick roll up on Rustin Wolfe deciding the end of that, so can he beat Jeff Young here now tonight, the only man to pin someone in that match last week!?!
Suddenly though Kristian Sailes just swings his boot and slams it into the side of Jeff Young’s thigh causing him to grab at his leg and just limp in agony for a moment, he then goes for it again, but suddenly Jeff leaps backwards and spins on his heel before slamming his other leg into the stomach of Kristian Sailes with a perfectly placed spinning heel kick, Kristian just grabs the wind back into his lungs and turns to Jeff with anger, rushing wildly at him with a clothesline that Young ducks before he turns right into the waiting path of Jeff who grabs his arm and throws him over with an impressive hip toss, Kristian instantly gets back up, but right into an overhead arm drag, quickly both men get right back up to there feet, but again its Jeff Young who shows the pace by leaping into the air dropkicking Kristian in the chest taking him through the ropes and right to the outside of the ring!
Kristian just shakes the cobwebs outside the ring before stumbling about a bit however, as he looks up to the ring Jeff Young just leaps toward him, but as he is coming over the ropes hooks them with his arms and fakes the attack, landing feet first on the apron instead, Krisitan ducked, thinking the move was coming before turning to see the aftermath of his opponent on the outside, however shock overcomes him as suddenly Jeff leaps off the apron and hooks his legs around the neck of Kristian Sailes throwing him with a huge hurricanarana across the outside of the ring that has the fans going nuts, many shouting “holy shit” over and over again!!
Jeff instantly gets back to his feet and hearing the chants begins to get a little confident, his hands raised to the chanting peoples around him, he turns back to Kristian then who is stumbling around all over the place and slams so hard right hands into his face before grabbing him by the head and rolling him back into the ring, he then stands in the squared circle as Kristian slowly does the same before hitting him with some more hard right hands that take him back into the corner, Young then takes him by the arm and goes for the Irish whip, but suddenly Sailes reverse it sending Jeff into the corner, he then rushes in after him, but Jeff Young moves and Sailes slams chest first into the turnbuckle, Young then leaps at him from behind with a stunning dropkick that sends him crashing into the turnbuckle for a second time! He then quickly rolls him up for a school boy while Krisitan is dazed,
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No! Kick out by Sailes.)
This has been all Jeff Young in the early going and Kristian Sailes seems slow to get into this match in my opinion.
I completely agree with you Dan, Jeff is showing the pace and intensity that the others in this marathon showed, but Sailes has yet to bring it into this match and I think that’s costing him dearly so far.
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Kick out by Kristian Sailes.
Slowly Kristain begins to get back up, he stands to his feet only for Jeff Young to suddenly leap at him going for a Hurricanrana, but instead of hitting it, Kristain grabs his thighs and lifts them in the air off his head causing Jeff to backflip back to his feet with a stumble, suddenly though Kristian awakens and rushes at Young before hitting a terribly powerful rolling leg drop across the back of his neck as he is bent forward, but on his feet, the shot sends Jeff flying backwards into a corner, his legs up on the middle rope, his head laying on the mat as the fans cringe at the blow and the reaction to the blow from Jeff Young!
Kristain just gets back to his feet and looks around the fans who are for the best part cheering, he then grabs Jeff by the head and lifts him back to his feet before slamming him down in the middle of the ring, momentum seems to be with him now and a need and urge to win this has come over him as he runs off the ropes and just drops a dynamic elbow across the chest of his opponent right into a pin, without the hook of the leg,
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Kickout by Jeff!)
My god! What an explosive kick by Kristain Sailes there Billy, that nearly took Jeff Young’s head off!
That’s the thing about this Kristain Sailes and he has shown it to his last week during that six man match, he can step the gear up at anytime and be a real danger when you least expect him to be and that kick right there just showed you why he is so dangerous an opponent to anyone wanting to face him!
He keeps attacking people like that, there won’t be many wanting to test wits with him, that’s for sure.
Eventually Kristian lets go but just stands up in front of Jeff and like a football, just slaps a kick right across the mans chest knocking flat against the canvas before he pushes the official aside and grabs the head of his opponent lifting him back up, once he has Jeff back on his feet he just slams an uppercut into his face knocking him backwards into the corner of the ring, before slapping a huge chop across Young’s chest to a huge ‘woo’ from the fans, he then hits another to the same crowd reaction before grabbing the arm of Jeff and throwing him across the ring, no, Jeff turns back into the arm of Kristian, but Sailes times it perfectly and ducks down low lifting him up and over his head, however Young lands perfectly on his feet on the apron of the ring, Kristian turns to meet him, but is smashed in the face with a right hand for his troubles knocking Sailes to his hands and knees before he suddenly leaps to the top rope going for a moonsault, but he loses his footing momentarily, however the mistakes gives Kristian enough time to stand and he runs at the corner pushing the legs of Jeff away and causing him to land groin first on the top turnbuckle!! Slowly Kristian begins to climb as well, causing the fans to stand to there feet again, not sure what to expect, he looks around the fans and just grabs the head of Jeff into a reverse front gantry, as if going for a reverse DDT, but Jeff remains seated on the ropes, yet suddenly Kristian drops backwards and hooks his legs around the top rope!! He is pulling back on the head of Jeff Young, the body of the young man stretched beyond belief as now Kristian has a modified Dragonwing submission locked in from the top rope, the official just begins to count, he gets to four and suddenly Sailes lets go allowing Jeff to drop lifelessly to the mat, before he himself controllably comes to the mat as well. He stands now and turns to Jeff who is holding his neck in pain and just grabs him by the hair before lifting him to his feet, he then slams another chop across his chest and another before hitting another upper uppercut that sends Jeff back into the ropes, suddenly however, Gavin Peirce, the man who was with Roxas leaps onto the apron distracting the official, Kristian Sailes doesn’t see this and throws Jeff Young across the ring, the young man hits the ropes opposite but as he does Roxas just slaps him across the back with her arm, suddenly Jeff stops in his tracks and angrily distracted turns to Roxas who steps away from the ring, her arms in the air as if showing complete innocence, as this happens Gavin steps off the apron as well!
Jeff Young is furious and just leans through the ropes trying to grab Roxas in frustration before he stands back up and turns back to the match where Kristian suddenly lifts him up onto his shoulders face down and suddenly spins him with amazing power 270 degrees all the way around till he lands in front of him, THE DELIVERANCE!
Jeff is laid out as Kristian sits back up, he looks a little underwhelmed at how his match has gone and ended, he just points at Roxas, showing his anger with her before leaning across to Jeff and making the cover,
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The bell sounds as Kristian Sailes stands back to his feet, straight away he walks across the ring to where Roxas and Gavin are standing, he stands on the bottom rope and points over at them shouting abuse at them both before suddenly from behind Denile Partis slams a forearm across the back of Kristian and another and another, Kristian just leans forward as he walks back to the middle of the ring, Denile then grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but before Kristian can hit the opposite ropes Bryan Kirros is back up and just hits Sailes with a beautiful dropkick that takes him down to the mat, he then stands up as Denile suddenly charges at him, but he sees it coming and just ducks low before throwing Partis right over his head and over the ropes right onto River Angelus who is waiting outside the rings on the safety mats below, both men just fall to the ground before slowly they begin to get back up, as they do Bryan Kirros just tenses to the fans showing just how muscle bound he is before he runs off the far ropes and comes back at the two men, he then leaps through the ropes hitting them both with a huge suicide dive that has the fans going nuts!!)
Here we go, the chaos is about to begin, we knew sooner or later it was coming and after 2 amazing matches and one that was just beginning to show it could match with the others, it is here, the wish for all these wrestlers to be the best, overcoming there ability to remain calm in each others company!
Frankly, I think Roxas Knoxx did us a favor then, hitting Jeff Young, that match was actually boring me!
Are you just agreeing with what she did because she is a ‘hot chick’
I think that’s a very valid reason Dan Douglas!
Conrad Gray just stands from his seat at commentary and applauds what he has seen as do many of the fans who have loved the marathon of wrestling, now the question remains, next week, who will become the new number one contender of the X-Class belt?)
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