ANNIHILATION


Fireworks explode from the rafters, the turnbuckles and the stage. They shoot from around the titonton as well, which has the crowd on its feet, going absolutely insane in the dimly lit arena. The theme song restarts for the show before finally raising and revealing the jam packed arena, filled to the very brim with crazed ULW fans. Their signs are proudly displayed and their excitement is poorly hid.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, Annihilation is here, just one week away from the Rumble Bash, and boy oh boy what a telecast we have for you all tonight!

The camera cuts over each excited fans’ face, unable to contain their energy over what they’re about to witness, a show that should simply knock their socks off. The lens cuts to a pumped, energetic Dan Douglas, and a dreary, apathetic Billy Mayne, who simply yawns.

Dan: This is Dan Douglas, along side Billy Mayne, and what a telecast we have set for this evening. A 7 person over the top rope battle royal, Desolation versus Too Magnificent, a huge 6 person tag team match and Chapel will be back tonight to promote his new DVD. This is going to be such a big show tonight on the eve of the Rumble Bash.

Billy Mayne: Yawn.... Oh, I’m sorry, are you done talking now? Because if your not I can keep letting you suck the wind from the sails of this show. Okay, your done? Good. Let me just say that I’m excited about this show tonight, because it’s going to have some huge ramifications on the impending Rumble Bash. The big winner of that show going onto Paranoia to challenge for the World Heavyweight title.

Douglas: Indeed, I cannot wait.


X-CLASS LOSER LEAVES TOWN MATCH
ROXAS KNOXX Vs JEFF YOUNG Vs WARD HAWN


(“I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”

The scream of meatloaf’s infectious voice blasts through the speaker system as the video of CEO Conrad Gray suddenly explodes over the large screen causing a mixed reaction from the fans, a lot of cheers surprisingly coming from the arena though as he suddenly pulls the curtains aside and steps out onto the staging area. He grins from ear to ear with his evil smile before looking at the fans either side of him, he then walks down the steel ramp ignoring those in the front row before walking around the ring and up the steel steps before climbing through the ropes into the ring itself, he then takes a mic from Kailey Worf and paces the ring as his music slowly begins to finish, the fans noise now lightly heard allowing him to lift the mic to his mouth, he then begins.)

Conrad:
Now at the last Annihilation show I made myself pretty clear, that three judges would be out here marking the three wrestlers in the ring and that tonight SOMEBODY would get fired, but I guess I may be coming across a little lenient, so I have a decision to make and one that affects this match entirely…
…Because now, tonight, two people are going to be fired from the ULW, two people are going to be made to battle it out for there jobs, only one person will survive with there place here intact.

The X-Class Division is about being the best and having no limits, having nothing in your way to stop you going for what you want, you need to be willing to fight through all boundaries in order to be victorious and you need to jump all hurdles to come out standing tall, this is the greatest show of them all to see who is up to the task ahead of them, so lets bring them out shall we…

(Conrad just throws the mic aside and walks to the far end of the ring before taking a steel chair and sitting on it outside the ring as the fans cheer loudly, he just crosses his arms and waits patiently for those about to fight to come out and for this match to get under way.)

Dan Douglas:
So here we go, X-Class division in battle here tonight there jobs on the line and the biggest question on my mind right now, is who is going to come out with a job!

Billy Mayne:
Who knows, but Conrad just upped the stakes by putting two jobs on the line here tonight instead of just the one!

Dan Douglas:
That he has, but you wonder why? All three of these wrestlers have been highly unlucky and have done extremely well at points since they joined ULW so getting rid of two of them seems a waste of talent and a real chance for our competitors to get some very good stars.

(As the light in the arena started to dim, almost darkness covers the place, butt he ramp-way and the ring are still illuminate by really low white light, the song that hit the pa system is still new to a few people on the crowd

{On the big screen, we can see that the Freak, his Name Jeff Young, is making his way to the Ring, wearing is Normal, leather pants, with a long coat. with a T-shirt that says, Jeff is Forever Young}

Frank White starts to sing.

[My road travels alot long then 8 miles.

No time to be sliping up with mistakes Now.

This fuckin' area is facing higher stakes Now.

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

Just straiten up cause the boss is back,

So for the consiconce, so if you corss my path

We'Re goin' back to the home land.

Let me make a No fame

a place where the kids

are known a killer grown man

{he passes the black curtins to make is way down the to ring, with the light smoke fallowing is body, looking like a really freak that he is}

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

And leave him Stranded on a Ilsand like he's Gilagan

I've been to places, You wouldn' 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 alot, gerantied to see my third rope]

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 start to scream as he takes it off and then throws it at the crowd. He climbs down, and Looks around for a moment then awaits for the beginning of the match, with the words that end the song, "you mess with me... Ill fuck you up...”)

Dan Douglas:
Jeff Young is the first to the ring of the three we expect to see down here and as usual he is looking prepared and ready for this match, I just wonder if the same can be said for his two opponents tonight.

Billy Mayne:
I think they will all be focused, the CEO is here to witness there match and there fighting for there jobs, how much more motivation do you need?

Dan Douglas:
Well, since Gavin Peirce’s injury, Roxas in particular has seemed less focused and its her I meant the comment toward, can she overcome the odds of that short fall in her wrestling partners career to come out here and save her job.

Billy Mayne:
She is so hot, I hope so.

(Suddenly ‘School of Hard Knocks’ Blasts out of the speaker system, the POD track alerting everyone in the arena to the entrance of the ever exciting and beautiful Roxas Knoxx, she steps onto the stage and points out to the fans before jumping up and down on the spot for a moment, getting the blood running through her veins before suddenly she sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring, she then runs to the far corner and just throws her arms in the air again, impressively she just back flips off the middle rope and feet first back to the mat, she then turns to Jeff Young, the two of them already shouting abuse at one another.)

Dan Douglas:
Well here she is and she is looking ok tonight so far, but when that bell rings, can she remain focused?

Billy Mayne:
As long as she wins this and doesn’t lose her place on this roster, then by god – I will be the happiest man alive.

Dan Douglas:
You are beginning to sound very much like a desperate old man.

(Riot plays as yellowish lights begin to flicker through the arena, Ward Hawn walks out. Flaring his arms, white blasts of fireworks go off behind him. Making his way down the isle Ward goes from side to side slapping hands with the crowd in the front row and leaning over them to get a touch of him. 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 jumps down and faces his two opponents, the three of them crouching slightly as his music finishes and the bell rings to get this match underway.)

Dan Douglas:
Well here we go, the former paramedic Ward Hawn is down here at ringside now and what a chance he has here, I think maybe he is the most enthusiastic of the three, he is newer to the business and wants to succeed and more to the point wants to get his hands on Denile Partis for that cheated victory over him during the X-Class Match Marathon some four weeks ago

Billy Mayne:
He is a medic who thinks he can be more, sure, the guy has a will, but he has no real talent to back it up and that right there is why I don’t like him! He wants to get his hands on Denile Partis, but truth be known – He is not in Partis’s league right now!

Dan Douglas:
Well, with River Angelus causing him to win every match he has, I’d agree and say that few men can be in the league of two top wrestlers making each fight a handicap match – but hey, what can you do?

(Slowly the three wrestlers begin to move in on one another, each person moving inch by inch closer to there opponent, before suddenly Ward Hawn reacts and lunges at Roxas Knoxx slamming a huge forearm into the side of her head knocking her to the mat hard, instantly she rolls away to the far side of the ring, however the match continues for Young and Hawn as they lock up instantly into a collar-elbow tie up, suddenly Jeff Young throws Ward over with a headlock takedown and grinds the hold in, but suddenly Ward counters with a legs scissors across the head of his opponent, however as he sits up, holding Young down with the move, Roxas leaps over them and grabs the head of Hawn taking him back down with a side headlock in the moment this happens Jeff suddenly nips free of his opponents legs and gets back to his feet but this just allows Hawn to lock Roxas in the leg scissors this time, he sits up again but Roxas moves herself around in front of Hawn before leaping forward and knocking Hawn back down to the mat with a bridge over pin,
1…
No, Jeff Young just grabs the hands of Roxas and lifts her to her feet before seemingly going for the Irish whip, but he suddenly tugs her back into the arm before going for a wild clothesline, but quickly she ducks it and grabs the waist of her opponent from behind, however Ward Hawn is up as well and just grabs Roxas by the waist from behind as well, the fans just laugh at this for a moment, but Roxas suddenly slams an elbow right back into the face of Ward Hawn before grabbing the arm of Young and throwing it over her neck for a back body drop, but Young just rolls right over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind Roxas who stands shocked for a mini-second, she then runs into the ropes and comes back at Young who goes for the leap frog, but Roxas catches him and drops to one knee before letting him fall groin first right across her knee, he grabs his nuts upon impact and just cowers for a second as Roxas runs back into the ropes again, suddenly Young breaks the pain barrier and goes for a wild clothesline, the focus not with the attack allowing Knoxx to duck under it with ease but as she runs toward the opposite ropes, she does not see the figure of Ward Hawn appear from nowhere with a hugely impressive dropkick that takes her down to the mat hard!)

Dan Douglas:
Text book dropkick there by Ward Hawn and so far we are seeing a fast paced match by these three with a lot of positive in my opinion and I have to say I’m impressed.

Billy Mayne:
Roxas has had the best of this opener in my opinion and I’m placing my bet now that she wins, Hawn and Young are both simpletons really competing for second place spot right now.

Dan Douglas:
It makes me wonder how shallow you can be sometimes Billy, backing someone because of there gender, that is simply sad! Anyway, things are looking good for her now, Ward is showing some very good early signs of being the man to watch in this match!

(Ward just walks across the ring and slams a forearm into the face of Jeff Young before holding him against the ropes, he then throws him with pace into the ropes opposite, Young hits them and comes back at Hawn seeing him duck low, he suddenly lifts his boot, but Hawn sees it coming and stands up before grabbing Jeff by the ankle and holding his leg in the air, but Young just puts his weight onto the foot and suddenly presses himself off of it and leaps 360 over and right back onto his feet in front of Ward Hawn who stands shocked for a moment, long enough for Jeff to suddenly leap to his shoulders and throw him with a highly impressive Hurricanrana across the ring, Ward just foggily stands up against the ropes and turns to Jeff Young who sprints across at him and clotheslines him with power and force right outside to the safety mats before turning to some cheering fans insinuating that’s exactly what he will do at Rumble Bash he then quickly glances back at Hawn who slowly begins to stand on the outside, seeing this, he runs into the opposite ropes and comes back at Ward Hawn, but before he can leap out of nowhere Roxas Knoxx re-appears into the match with a huge clothesline that nearly takes the head of Jeff Young right off!
She then turns and runs at the ropes herself before grabbing the top rope as she reaches it and leaping over the ropes, but she sees Ward suddenly move and slide back into the ring and keeps a grasp on the top rope pulling her back onto the apron, she focuses once more on the match and turns to Ward before swinging for a right hand however as she does Ward drops low and leg sweeps her feet from under her causing her to slam powerfully off the apron mat! The fans just cringe at the impact!
Ward then turns back to the ring to see Jeff Young charge at him, he sidesteps though and pushes Jeff with momentum into the corner before walking to the opposite side of the ring and taunting the fans himself, he then runs back at Jeff and leaps to the middle rope his knees placed into the chest of Jeff, but suddenly Young counters, holding him and stepping out of the corner before placing him on the top rope, sitting him there, he then slams a forearm into the face of Ward Hawn and another, suddenly Roxas re-appears again going for a clothesline from the apron, but Jeff ducks it spin heel kicks her in the stomach before grabbing her arm and throwing it over his own head before lifting her for a suplex, the fans are going nuts, but Roxas suddenly fights back and begins to stop the move being hit, however to her surprise Jeff just places her in the arms of Ward Hawn who continues to sit on the top rope, he holds her in place and takes her out of the hands of Jeff Young, holding her as if going for a styles clash, Jeff just charges them but Ward boots him in the face with power knocking him to the ring mat, he then tries to stand with Roxas in his arms, but the young lady just sits up on his shoulders and then with momentum uses all her power to throw him with a middle rope Hurricanrana sending him right into a Senton Splash onto the fallen body of Jeff Young!!! The fans are going nuts with cheers and “U-L-DUBBA” chants as all three wrestlers remain on the mat, tired, hurt and beaten.)

Dan Douglas:
WHAT A COUNTER!!! Roxas Knoxx just sent Ward flying on top of Jeff Young and this young lady suffice to say has been SOO impressive in this match so far in my opinion!

Billy Mayne:
What did I tell you, she didn’t just start well, she is continuing to be consistent and you notice how when she gets hurt she rolls out of harms way and lets Jeff and Ward fight it out instead of involving her.

Dan Douglas:
Indeed I have, a very clever strategy by Roxas Knoxx and its paying off for her.

(Roxas Knoxx just leaps across the ring to the body of Jeff Young which is now lifeless and hooks the leg,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Jeff Young manages to kick out but barely! She just gets onto her knees in shock before jumping onto Ward Hawn now and going for the cover again, hooking both of his legs and looking desperate for the win,
1…
2…
3…
NO! Ward Hawn just about kicks out as well, the two men shattered on the ring mat and feeling the pain of the move just hit on them, Roxas however angrily slaps the mat, she stands up and grabs Jeff Young by the hair before lifting him to his feet and slamming some hard right hands to his face over and over causing him to stagger, she then turns and runs into the ropes, but Jeff ducks low and lifts her onto his shoulders in an electric chair position, but Roxas suddenly counters by swinging herself down in front of him and right into a wheelbarrow position before suddenly Jeff lifts her right back up off the mattress and throws her over his head with a modified over head suplex of some kind!!
Jeff just crawls across to her and hooks the leg,
1…
2…
No! Roxas kicks out and at the same time Ward Hawn grabs the ankle of Jeff Young tearing him off of her, Jeff begins to get back up and Ward just slams a hard boot right into his stomach bending him forward as he gets to his vertical base, he then slams a forearm into the face of Jeff Young and another before going for the Irish whip, but Jeff counters it and throws Ward into the ropes, Hawn comes back at Young who suddenly lunges at him and hooks in a sleeper hold submission, Hawn just throws his hands in the air as its locked in, shocked at where the old school move, shades of the Million Dollar Man, came from, however he then turns to his side and slams an elbow into the stomach of Young before breaking the hold before locking it in himself!
He then lifts Jeff up in the air showing amazing amounts of strength before dropping to his hands and knees keeping the hold intact, the body and more precisely, the neck of Jeff Young snapping across the back of Ward Hawn causing him to grab at it before he rolls away.
Suddenly from behind, like the assassin she has been all through this match Roxas Knoxx just slams a forearm smash across the back of Ward Hawn and again and again, she then picks him up and slams a hard right hand into his face and again before grabbing his hand and throwing him across the ring, but Ward suddenly counters it and throws Roxas into the ropes, she hits them and comes back at him, but he slams a hard straight kick right into her midsection bending her forward before he grabs her by the chin and forces her to stand to her vertical base, he then slaps a devastating chop right across her chest and again and again, Ward then pushes her back into the ropes before grabbing her arm and throwing her across the ring again, but Roxas counters this time and throws Ward who just leaps at the middle rope as he nears them before bouncing back at Roxas and grabbing her head as he flies over her, before landing on his feet and preparing for a reverse DDT, her body bent backward toward him, however Jeff Young is up now and rushes Ward who boots him in the midsection before roaring with adrenalin and grabbing Jeff with a front gantry, he then drops back, dropping Roxas with a HUGE reverse DDT while at the same time laying out Jeff Young with an amazingly powerful DDT!!)

Dan Douglas:
OH MY! Another great move, this time from Ward Hawn and what great athletes these guys are!

Billy Mayne:
Yeah, but look out here comes trouble!

Dan Douglas:
What the hell is this? River Angelus and Denile Partis walking to ringside!

(Partis has a huge smile over his face and just walks with his manager to the ringside area, Ward Hawn just lifts Jeff Young up and holds him against the ropes in front of his rivals on the outside and slaps a chop across his chest and another and another, he then runs across the ring into the ropes opposite before coming back at Jeff who suddenly ducks low and grabs the top rope dragging it down with him, but Ward Hawn suddenly reacts and leaps with height and measure right onto River Angelus and Denile Partis with a HUGE body splash that has the fans on there feet going wild!! All three men just remain on the outside of the ring in pain as Jeff Young stands up in it.
He turns to Roxas Knoxx, praying, begging she stands up now, while Ward is out of it on the outside, she does and he grabs her and lifts her onto his shoulders seemingly for a torture rack, but Roxas kicks violently to escape and rolls down Jeff Young’s back, he turns to face her and she slams a boot into his midsection before calling to the fans, AFTERSHOCK (flip piledriver)!!!! SHE HITS IT! SHE HITS IT! Roxas just rolls across Jeff Young for the pin,
1…
2…
NO!!! Ward Hawn grabs her by the ankle and drags her out of the ring before grabbing her to his chest and hooking one of her legs, he then throws her high with an overhead fishermans suplex on the safety mats that has Roxas arching her back in anguish, Ward just stands back up and sees Jeff Young out of it in the ring, he slides into the ring and grabs him by the hair before standing him up to his limp figure before suddenly he lifts him into the air with a suplex and walks to the ropes before bouncing his mid-section off the top rope and hooks a leg of Jeff before dropping him with a hugely deadly inverted DDT! THE WARDEN! THE WARDEN!!! He rolls onto Jeff Young,
1…
2…
3…
Ward Hawn wins!! The fans just cheer loudly as he rolls off of Jeff Young as ‘Riot’ By 3 Days Grace begins to explode from the speaker system, he smiles from ear to ear as the official hands him a copy of his contract to prove he has won, Jeff is out of it on the mat as Roxas runs her hands through her hair, looking into the ring in shock, her eyes unable to believe she lost by whiskers again, just as she did last week, unable to believe she lost her job like this.
Ward just rolls out of the ring as Denile and River begin to stand back up and walks up the ramp, his arms held high, his eyes set on Partis who is fuming with anger, however the cameras suddenly return to the ring where Conrad is applauding Ward Hawn by the announce table, however his attention along with everyone elses, suddenly turns to Roxas Knoxx who grabs a mic and stands in the ring.)

Roxas:
Conrad Gray…For the last two shows I have been within a whisker of victory, I have shown I am capable of fighting and winning against the wrestlers here in the ULW and although I have not got a win to my name yet, I am asking you, PLEADING with you to give me another opportunity, to give me a chance to show the world that Women can do anything men can.
I wasn’t the chump who got pinned here tonight and I was beaten with a roll up on the last show, nobody has clearly dominated me, I could just have easily been in the other triple threat X-Class match tonight, but I’m not. So I’m asking you Mr. Gray – give me a chance, give Gavin a chance when he returns, let us show you what we have got to give you…Please…

(Conrad just takes in a deep breath before taking a mic for himself from the announce table, he then climbs the stairs and enters the ring to the panting Roxas Knoxx who looks as intense and focused as ever, with a sigh he just shakes his head.)

Conrad:
Roxas, I stated that two people would be fired tonight, I stated that only the winner of this match would keep there job, how would it look now if I took pity on your circumstances and gave you another chance after all of that.

Roxas:
Because you and your sister are good at business and I know you can see in me, a good wrestler, someone who can compete and someone who can bring you revenue and make the X-Class Division a success in its own right, I have that ability, I am just asking you to give me one more chance to show it…

Conrad:
One more chance…?

Roxas:
Yes and I promise I won’t let you down…

(Conrad goes silent for a moment before sighing again, he then nods and turns to Roxas Knoxx who is waiting for her answer patiently.)

Conrad:
Ok…You know what, I will give you ONE MORE chance to prove me wrong and I will give you that chance at Rumble Bash, not in the bash itself although you will compete in that as well, but in singles competition against a new signing by the name of Antonio…Lose and I’ll have your contract, win – and you got a job.

(The fans react loudly with cheers as Conrad Gray drops his microphone and leaves the ring as Roxas Knoxx smiles from ear to ear, happy with what she just heard, shocked even that he actually agreed to give her another chance, she is miming the words ‘thank you’ to Conrad as he walks back up the ramp, however suddenly from behind her a man in black baggy shorts and combat boots slides into the ring and just entices her to turn around, she does, completely unaware and gets booted in the midsection before the man places her between his legs and lifts up off the canvas before hitting her with a styles clash!!!
He then leans across the mat grabbing a mic before grabbing her by the hair and going nose to nose with her lifeless body in the ring.)

Mystery Man:
I’M ANTONIO. D BITCH! NICE TO MEET YOU!

(Antonio just slams the mic into her head before he stands up and just lifts an arm to the fans over the body of his Rumble Bash opponent, the beautiful Roxas Knoxx.)


COMMERCIAL BREAK



WATCHING YOUR BACK


A loud reaction consisting of pure cheers cuts throughout the arena and echoes through the corridors, finding its way into the dressing room of World Heavyweight Champion Desolation. He is located in his dressing room, standing in front of the World title which hangs from a hook behind him while limbering up a bit. He just swings his arms around in circles, getting physically prepared for the impending contest against the Sadistic One, Too Magnificent. While in the process of getting both physically, and mentally enthused for the impending violence he stops abruptly, his eyes rising slowly and focusing on none other than an agitated Hurse. The fans have another loud reaction as Hurse steps into the camera’s frame with the Submission title over his shoulder and bruises lining his face from the beating he endured at last week’s Annihilation. He stares straight into the face of Desolation, who rolls his eyes and sighs over the presence of Steven Parkwood.

Desolation: Oh yippee, another visit from everyone’s favorite obsessive compulsive wrestler. About how much material did you actually rip off the show Monk?

Hurse puts his hand up in front of the face of Desolation, brimming with anger and frustration, at the absolute point of implosion it seems.

Hurse: Desolation, I didn’t come back here to exchange wits with you....

Desolation: I hope not, it be a pretty one sided battle.

Hurse makes a cut throat motion to insist that Desolation be quiet.

Hurse: You know that I have nothing but respect for everything you’ve accomplished here in the ULW, Desolation. That I have infinite admiration for your accomplishments.

A slight grin forms on the face of Desolation before he reaches down and grabs the zipper of his pants.

Desolation: Here Hurse, let me go ahead and whip this out so you don’t have to keep sucking my dick metaphorically....

Hurse: No, I’m afraid that’s not what I’m doing. Plus I don’t have a pear of tweezers with me to accomplish that job. No, no, I just came back here for one thing, to say how much respect I’ve lost for you.

Desolation: Oh?

Hurse: That’s right. After everything Project Lost Cause has done to help you out, what did you do last week? You sat on your ass and did nothing! That’s right, nothing!

Hurse becomes flustered, very animated as he steps up into the face of Desolation, who doesn’t seem to care one way or another.

Hurse: While I was getting my ass handed to me in the ring by the Alpha Generation, while Robin and Nathan were getting beat down, you did nothing to help us.

Desolation: Yeah, because I never agreed to have your backs in the first place....

Hurse: Well maybe I thought you’d have the common decency to repay the favor. I thought maybe you had some class. But sadly, I was mistaken, I see.

Desolation rears his head back and unleashes another loud sigh.

Desolation: So is this all you wanted to do? Come back here and lecture my Grandmother?

Hurse: No, what I came back here to tell you, is that if your not going to have our backs, we’re no longer going to have yours. Until you can stand for something Desolation, until you actually have a mission or goal in life, you can forget having Project Lost Cause look out for you.

Desolation: Thank God for that.

Hurse seems a little taken aback by the comment from the World Champion.

Desolation: I never wanted your help, and I never needed it. I can handle myself, and I will handle myself out there tonight, on my own!

Hurse steps back and rubs his hand over his features and down the hair on his chin, nodding his head.

Hurse: I thought you’d say that, and prove my point for me. No matter who actually cares about you, no matter who actually has your back, you couldn’t give a damn. You’ve always been all about one man, yourself.

Hurse digs his finger into the sternum of Desolation and turns away, marching out of the dressing room. He leaves the World Champion standing there with a perplexed expression on his face. There seems to be some thoughts racing through the Dark Man’s head though before he takes his World title off the hook at his side and throws it over his shoulder.

Desolation: What an asshole.


BITCHCAKES VS. TORRETTO VS. AURORA VS. ISAAC VS. TAKASHI VS. ORLANDO VS. MILLS


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.

Douglas: And ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for the seven person over the top rope battle royal for the final spot in the Rumble Bash. Here comes John Torretto and Helaina, who could certainly be a good dark horse candidate to win the whole thing this Sunday.

Mayne: I hope he lasts a long time in the Rumble Bash, and that he actually doesn’t win this thing, because the longer we get to see Helaina, the better.

Dan: You better watch what you say about Torretto’s woman Billy, you might get wacked.

Billy: That’s what I’m hoping for.

Douglas: Not that type of wacked!

John turns back towards the entry way while Helaina exits the ring. The light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...

Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?

Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloodied 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 glistening 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 center of the ring... Torretto just glares at him smugly while warming up.

Mayne: And here comes Mr. Overrated himself, Isaac “I stole the Livewire title” Saine. God I hope Ryan Mills personally eliminates this guy from the ring on behalf of Jackson Adams.

Douglas: Billy, your view of reality is so horribly distorted. Isaac destroyed Adams at War of the Worlds in order to win that title and even injured him in the process. He won the belt fair and square, and I think he’s got a great chance of not only winning this match, but doing the same at the Rumble Bash.

Billy: Yeah right, have you taken your Alzheimer’s medication today?

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

Dan: Here’s another good dark horse candidate. She’s a great athlete, and has displayed a hell of a lot of skill as of late. She took Torretto to the limits last week, and has done the same to so many others. If she can find the spark she needs, the woman could really turn it on.

Mayne: The only thing she turns on are the guys who go to her strip club at night.

Douglas: Why do female wrestlers always have to be sluts?

The ring is starting to fill up while Aurora crouches over and grins slightly in the direction of Isaac, who seems unnerved by this glance.

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. Aurora stares at him oddly while Torretto steps up behind Bitchcakes and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and poking him in the chest, already barking out orders to the young man.

Douglas: Mr. McPhee is here ladies and gentlemen, and he looks loaded up for this in ring competition. Just a week removed from two potential big matches, the Rumble Bash, and a shot at revenge in the form of a tag team title contest.

Mayne: Two matches, that just like tonight he has no chance at winning. There’s no way he can beat the Alpha Generation, there’s no way he can win the Rumble Bash, and there’s no way he can walk a straight line if pulled over by police.

Dan: Maybe the last part was right, but the rest was grade A bullshit.

"I Stand Alone" hits the PA system and out walks "The Lionheart" Ryan Mills, showing that always confident smile with a tag title strap dangling from his belt line. He struts to the ring giving the occasional fan a cold stare. He slides in to the ring and warms up for his match. Bitchcakes steps towards him quickly, as does Isaac Saine only for Ryan to jump back and grab the referee by the shirt, pulling him in between them.

Mayne: If I were Ryan, I’d stay clear of this neanderthal that is Bitchcakes McPhee.

Douglas: That probably be wise of him, but I don’t think McPhee is going to allow him to avoid him in this match.

Billy: You can’t accuse Bitchcakes of ever showing intelligence, that’s for sure.

The Scorpion by Megadeth hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the 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 outstreched taking in the crowd reaction, some positive, but mostly negative. Isaac tries to move towards the Icon, but is held at bay by the referee.

Mayne: Now here’s a man with some class, a real favorite, just a glorious shining example of greatness in every way.

Dan: Did you take a class called Ass Kissing 101, Billy?

Billy: Yeah, it was a prerequisite for Prepare Yourself For Dan’s Corny Comebacks 431.

Douglas: The bottom line is, Orlando has no class. This man has time and time again, attacked Desolation from behind, and assaulted innocent people on his way to a possible World title shot.

Mayne: A shot he earned years ago Dan, by enduring Desolation’s retarded lessons.

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.

Dan: Jason Takashi, another bright newcomer here in the ULW, who certainly put on a show last week with Crazy Eddie Mitchell.

Mayne: I don’t know why, but I just like this guy. Everything he does is hilarious.

Dan: Strangely, you’re the only one laughing.

Takashi dances across the ring before pointing out over his opponents, all of them eyeing him closely.

Douglas: And ladies and gentlemen, we are ready for this seven person over the top rope battle royal, with the winner earning that guaranteed final slot in the Rumble Bash match.

Mayne: Why the hell would anyone, in their right mind want the last entry in the Rumble Bash? Who has won from that position throughout the history of the Rumble Bash?

Dan: Rather people have been victorious from that spot or not, doesn’t matter, it’s still strategically the best number to get in the Rumble Bash.

All seven participants stands across from one another in the ring, everyone eyeing one another before they step forward cautiously. Suddenly Bitchcakes charges across the ring straight at Ryan, who throws a right hand. Bitchcakes ducks under it and gets behind his back before Mills spins around and eats a hard swinging right hand to the jaw from McPhee taking him down to the canvas across his back. Orlando steps towards Takashi and begins to slug him across the jaw repeatedly, backing him up in the direction of the corner. Torretto steps towards Isaac and drills him to the top of the head with his elbow, causing him to stagger backwards a bit before John turns and chops him across the chest. Saine falls back first against the corner when John steps in and chops him again across the sternum. He pulls his hand back, preparing for another chop when Saine reaches out and grabs him around the head, switching positions with him. He throws John into the corner instead and chops him stiffly across the chest and then open hand slaps him to the sternum. Torretto tries to cover up as Saine grabs the back of John’s head and turns him towards the ropes, placing him gut first against then and leaning down, grabbing hold of his leg. He lifts it into the air, trying to push John over the cables and to the outside of the ring. Torretto wraps his arms around the top rope though, keeping from going over. Aurora is standing in the middle of the ring, turning back and forth, looking for someone to get physically involved with before she just stops and shrugs her shoulders. She now walks off to one of the empty corners and hops onto it, turning around and sitting on the top corner as she crosses her arms and looks at her imaginary watch.

Orlando has Takashi backed into one of the corners, bending forward and placing his shoulders under his thighs as he lifts his legs into the air. He tries to force Takashi over the ropes backwards, but Jason is holding on, refusing to be forced to the outside. He reaches outward and flicks Orlando repeatedly to the forehead before sticking one of his fingers up his nostril and pulling upward on it. Orlando snorts his finger out of his nose and keeps trying to push him over. On the opposite side of the ring, Bitchcakes is still slugging Ryan to the face repeatedly, striking him to the jaw as he falls against the ropes. McPhee goes for another strike but Mills ducks out of the way of it, getting around behind him. McPhee falls chest first into the ropes before Lionheart bends forward and wraps his arms around his leg, lifting it into the air. Bitchcakes spills over the top rope and lands back first on the apron though, keeping himself from tumbling to the outside. He reaches up and grabs the middle rope, keeping from being eliminated. Ryan sticks his foot through the middle and bottom rope though, placing it to the throat of McPhee and trying to shove him off the apron to the outside of the ring.

Mayne: Thank you, there is a God, Bitchcakes about to be eliminated here.

Douglas: He’s holding on in this Rumble Bash preview match, he wants this win to secure that ever allusive final number.

Bitchcakes wraps his legs around the bottom rope and does the same with his arms, keeping from being eliminated. Aurora drops off the corner and steps up behind Mills, blasting him over the back with a forearm. She him around before drilling him to the face with repeated forearm strikes to the jaw, she then connects with a European Uppercut. The shot causes Mills to spiral backwards into the cables before Aurora steps forward and grabs him by the wrist, trying to whip him across the ring. Mills spins around though and places the breaks on it, tugging on the wrist and pulling Aurora forward. He places his hands to her gut and throws her up into the air before catching her on top of his shoulders. He now charges forward at the cables when Bitchcakes enters the ring in front of Mills and spins around, connecting with a back kick to his stomach. Mills bends forward as a result while Aurora pushes herself over his head and neck, getting over top of her back. She reaches in reverse with her legs, tucking them under the arms of Mills before pushing herself up and then falling forward towards the canvas. Mills flips over in reverse with a sunset powerbomb, dropping the back of Ryan’s head hard into the canvas. He bashes off and lands on his knees with a groggy expression on his face before tumbling into the canvas. Aurora gets to her feet, bowing to the crowd and pointing at herself before McPhee spins her around and sticks his hand out, looking for a shake. As soon as Aurora grabs hold of it Bitchcakes pulls her forward and wraps his arms around her waist, placing a huge smooch straight on her lips. Rose fights to get free before McPhee pulls his head back and hoists Aurora into the air, turning and driving her down into the canvas with the belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers this while McPhee gets to his feet and points around at the fans, looking proud of himself, until he turns towards Cruze, who has stepped away from Takashi. Orlando kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the hair, slugging him repeatedly straight to the forehead.

Isaac is still trying to force Torretto over the ropes before he begins slugging him repeatedly over the back with forearm strikes. John will not let go of the top rope though, shaking his head and shouting in anger. Takashi moves across the ring, stepping to the opposite side of Torretto and grabbing his other leg, trying to force him over as well. The crowd is screaming as both men push Torretto over the cables and cause him to collapse onto the apron. He is holding onto the ropes though as he rolls under them back into the ring. Isaac immediately starts to stomp on him as Takashi does the same. Jason grabs Isaac’s shoulder now and turns him around to face him, before slapping his chest and then slapping his own. He seems to be motioning for both men to work together before signaling for a high five. He points at his palm while nodding his head, wearing a big toothy grin on his face. Isaac backs up, scratching his head and contemplating it before he reaches out and returns the high five. Takashi spins around in circles, giving the thumbs up to the fans before he spins around to face Saine, who slaps him brutally across the side of the face. Jason is taken down to the canvas, holding his jaw and rolling back and forth from the strike. All the while this gives time for Ryan to get to his feet and step up behind Saine. He blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, causing Isaac to bend forward before Mills backs up and then charges forward, dropping down with a chop block to the back of the Psychotic One’s knee. Isaac falls onto his spine upon the canvas as Torretto rolls under the ropes and steps to the side of Saine, both he and Mills begin to stomp away at the Livewire Champion now.

Douglas: Isaac being double teamed by both Torretto and Ryan Mills now.....

Mayne: Good, get his fat ass out of the ring!

Orlando slugs Bitchcakes to the face again, knocking him back first against the ropes before he rushes in, going for a hard right hand. McPhee bends forward and places his shoulders to the gut of Orlando, elevating him over the cables to the outside. Cruze grabs the top rope though and lands feet first gracefully upon the apron. Bitchcakes turns around and steps towards him when Orlando falls to his posterior and slides across his back into the ring and between the legs of McPhee. He gets up quickly and turns around, wrapping his arms about the waist of Bitchcakes who performs a standing switch. McPhee gets around behind Orlando’s back now and places him in the reverse waist lock before backing him towards the center of the ring. Cruze plants his feet though and then rushes forward at the cables. He falls down just short of them though and sends Bitchcakes rushing into the ropes, hitting them gut first and spilling over to the outside. Somehow he grabs the top rope again though, landing on his seat upon the apron, keeping from being eliminated. McPhee pulls himself up to his feet when Orlando steps in and begins to slug him to the face repeatedly, trying to knock him down off the apron. Bitchcakes won’t go down though before he turns around and wraps his arm around the neck of Cruze, dropping onto the apron seat first and pulling the Icon down throat first into the top rope. Orlando bounces off and staggers backwards in a dazed state before Aurora stands up and grabs the back of his head, rushing him forward at the cables. Orlando ducks forward though and gets behind the back of Rose, pushing her forward into the ropes as she bumps into a standing Bitchcakes on the other side of the cables. McPhee tumbles onto his back and almost spills to the outside mats again. This time his legs are dangling over the mats, seconds from being eliminated. Aurora bounces off and comes back in at Orlando who turns and catches her under his arm. He hoists her into the air and drops her back first across his knee with a brutal Canadian back breaker.

Aurora goes into convulsions, dropping onto the canvas and holding her spine while Takashi has now joined in on the assault upon Isaac. Torretto and Mills pull Isaac to his feet, holding both of his arms before Takashi slaps him across the face and then kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front gantry. He snaps over backwards into the suplex, driving the Livewire Champion hard into the canvas before switching his body around, turning over onto his seat and folding the arm of Saine over backwards. He now locks in the Anaconda Vice, really cinching it in upon Isaac, who grinds his teeth in pain. Mills steps forward though and kicks Takashi straight to the forehead, causing him to break the hold before grabbing Jason around the neck. He rolls him onto his knees and begins to blast him over the back of the head and shoulders repeatedly. He now drives his forearm into the side of his face.

John has stepped towards Orlando, throwing a right hand that is blocked by Cruze, who returns with a shot of his own to the jaw of Torretto. He hits another vicious right hand to his face, knocking him backwards before Cruze kicks him to the gut and grabs him by the wrist. He begins to whip him across the ring but Torretto reaches back and grabs the top rope, putting on a smirk before Orlando slaps him hard to the side of the face and then does it to the other cheek. A confused glare now overtakes Torretto’s face before Orlando whips him across the ring, straight into Aurora who has risen to her feet. She now superkicks the jaw of Torretto, knocking him through a loop. Spit flies from John’s mouth as he turns around, with a far off look in his eyes to face Orlando. Cruze steps in and places his arm across John’s chest before hoisting him into the air, giving him the Rock Bottom straight into the canvas. The crowd erupts at the sight of this, unable to control their outburst as Orlando stands up and points down at Torretto, shouting furiously into his face.

Mayne: No, don’t team up on Torretto, the guy’s smart, and he’s got good looks for crying out loud.

Dan: I know.....wait, what the hell did you just say?

Orlando rises to his feet, slapping his chest. He seems very proud of himself before McPhee scoots up behind him on his knees and grabs his trunks, yanking them down around his knees. The crowd reacts with a loud chorus of cheers and laughs as Orlando’s underpants are revealed. He reaches down and tries to cover himself up while looking furious. He attempts to grab his trunks and pull them up before Isaac steps up in front of him and slugs him to the chin. Cruze is knocked into a backwards stagger with his trunks down around his knees. He turns to face Aurora now who connects with a left hand to the side of his jaw. Cruze turns around to face Isaac who drives a bionic elbow into the top of Orlando’s head. The Icon is sent crashing down to the canvas with the crowd going nuts. Takashi has been dragged towards the ropes and placed against them gut first, Mills locking his arms around his thigh and hoisting it up. Takashi is now hanging over the opposite side of the cables, desperately holding on with his arms to the middle one to fall to the outside. Before Mills can force him over, Bitchcakes steps in and drills his former tag partner over the back. McPhee spins Ryan around and catches him around the waist. He delivers another hard belly to belly suplex, driving the body of Ryan hard into the canvas. He stands up, looking proud of himself before Takashi rolls into the ring behind him, standing up slowly. He shakes his head and holds his neck before he backs into Bitchcakes, both men spinning around with fists clinched.

Oddly they both grin now and begin to wave their fingers at one another before McPhee grabs Takashi around the neck and bends his head forward, charging him straight at Aurora who turns to face them. Bitchcakes uses Takashi’s head as a battering ram to the gut of Rose, knocking her down to the canvas as she curls into a ball. Bitchcakes now spins around and stands Takashi up, who looks dazed from this double team move as McPhee sticks his hand out.

McPhee: Put it there new pal!

Takashi graciously takes Bitchcakes’ hand in his own before McPhee grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him at the ropes, throwing him over to the outside of the ring. The crowd screams as Takashi unexpectedly lands on his posterior upon the outside mats, turning onto his knees with his jaw hanging open. He stands up, pointing and shouting at McPhee, who shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head as he backs up. The crowd is screaming with delight at the sight of this.

Douglas: Jason Takashi suckered in and eliminated by Bitchcakes McPhee, just when it seemed these two were going to work as a team.

Mayne: You can’t accuse McPhee of ever doing anything remotely smart.

Orlando stands up in the corner, pulling his trunks up with his face blood red from anger and embarrassment. Isaac steps towards him and kicks him to the gut before driving his forearm repeatedly over his chest and head. Isaac takes him by the wrist and turns him towards the ropes. He bends down and places the back of his head and neck to the gut of Cruze, elevating him up into the air and trying to push him over the cables in a fireman’s carry position. Torretto staggers up behind Isaac though, dropping to his knees and delivering a low blow straight to Saine’s testicles. Isaac bends forward, reaching for himself while Orlando lowers onto his feet beside him. He now grabs the back of Isaac’s head and charges him at the ropes, throwing him over. Saine grabs the top rope though and lands on the apron back first. He keeps from going over before Cruze backs up and rushes in, dropping down with a baseball slide dropkick to Isaac’s side. The force of which doesn’t knock him off the apron though, instead his lower half flies off but his hands remain locked around the middle rope. His legs dangle over the mats precariously, on the brink of being eliminated, yet somehow he remains in there.

Torretto gets to his feet slowly, looking exhausted when Aurora steps up behind him and catches him around the neck, pulling his head over backwards before dropping down into a reverse DDT. The skull of Torretto hits the ring hard before he rolls over now, Aurora standing as Orlando spots her and steps in, kicking her to the gut. He grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring. Rose charges into the ropes and jumps into the air, landing on the second rope before springing off and turning in mid-air. Orlando catches her while Aurora wraps her arm around his neck. She swings around into a huge tornado DDT. Cruze’s head is planted viciously into the canvas as he flips over and lands on his posterior. He has a dazed expression on his face before he lands on his back. Bitchcakes is now stuck through the top and middle ropes though, straddling the middle one with his legs as he yells for a beer vendor to bring him a drink. One of them seems to be listening as he starts to step over the barricade, only for Aurora to step in and kick the middle rope upwards straight into the testicles of Bitchcakes. McPhee yells in pain as he steps fully back into the ring, holding his genitals while pressing his spine against the corner. Aurora charges in now and jumps into the air, burying both knees into the sternum of McPhee, and almost knocking him over. Rose rushes to the center of the ring and turns in a circle before charging in quickly. She jumps into the air and places both feet to McPhee’s gut, falling backwards and connecting with a huge monkey flip. McPhee flips over and crashes onto his back, arching his spine and yelling out in pain from the impact.

Mayne: Look at Aurora go, she is absolutely on fire in this match!

Douglas: That she is, hopefully she can keep this up. She’s really shining in this environment, and if she does the same at the Rumble Bash, we could be looking at a dark horse candidate for winning the whole thing.

Aurora turns, unleashing a scream and getting the fans behind her before she turns to face Orlando getting to his feet and kicking Isaac to the chest while he re-entered the ring. Saine falls back first against the corner while Cruze repeatedly kicks him to the gut now. Aurora charges in though and bashes Cruze over the back with a double axehandle, surprisingly coming to Isaac’s aid. Saine gives her a confused stare before Aurora chops Orlando to the chest and turns him towards the ropes. She bends forward and grabs him around the leg, stepping up onto the second cable and trying to push him over to the outside. Orlando is still holding onto the ropes though as Aurora leans over the cables and pushes on the back of his head. Isaac looks around at the fans and then steps forward, placing his hand to the bum of Rose, pushing her forward and causing her to flip over the cables to the outside mats. The crowd is shocked as Aurora crashes onto the mats, rolling across them onto her knees while she stares in disbelief as Isaac. Saine doesn’t even take the time to look back at her as he tries to force Cruze over the cables now.

Dan: Aurora Rose was eliminated by Isaac Saine, after the young lady came to his aid. That can’t sit too well with her.

Douglas: I have no idea why this lady has any feelings for the masked freak that is Isaac.

Torretto has gotten to his feet as Mills steps in and blasts him to the jaw with a European Uppercut, taking him down hard to the canvas across his back. Mills begins to stomp at his sternum repeatedly, trying to wear him down while breathing heavily. Bitchcakes has gotten back to his feet, holding his spine before he steps up behind Ryan, grabbing him around the neck and spinning him around. McPhee forearms to the jaw, then does it again, backing him into the ropes. Bitchcakes bends forward and places his arms under the thighs of the Lionheart, trying to force him over now. Torretto gets to his feet and turns around, stepping under the other leg of Mills, lifting it into the air as well. Both men are now trying to push Ryan over the cables, but he is holding onto the top rope, keeping from crashing to the outside. Isaac is blasting Orlando over the back repeatedly with forearm strikes, bending forward and placing his shoulder to his knees, trying to shove him over. Cruze refuses to be eliminated though, one of the five remaining combatants, fighting for that allusive final spot in the Rumble Bash.

Orlando pushes himself back down onto the canvas and turns towards Isaac who slugs him to the face, and then does it again, almost knocking him over backwards to the outside of the ring. Saine takes hold of his wrist and kicks him repeatedly to the gut before whipping him across the ring. Orlando reverses the whip though and instead sends Saine charging into the opposite cables until he steps to the center of the ring and bends down. He seems to be going for the backdrop when Isaac side steps him though and then kicks hard upward into his face. Cruze stands up and backs towards the cables when Saine spins around and comes charging in, he goes for the lariat, but Orlando drops down out of the way. This causes Isaac to hit the cables gut first as Orlando reaches up and grabs them, pulling them down and low bridging the Psychotic One. Isaac spills over the cables but lands on his back upon the apron, grabbing the top rope and holding on. Mills falls over the cables with the fans screaming, but lands on the apron just like Isaac, rolling back under the ropes into the ring. Both Torretto and Bitchcakes stomp at him before McPhee raises his fist and turns towards Torretto. John steps back though and raises his finger into the air, shaking it back and forth as McPhee is slowly forced to lower his fist as if John has some sort of control over him. Bitchcakes bites into his lower lip as he and Torretto go back to work on Mills, who has set up with his back pressed to the cables. Torretto drops down and places his hand around the throat of Ryan, choking him violently throughout the process. Bitchcakes turns towards the rising Orlando and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike and then steps back, winding up his fist a bit. Cruze turns as Bitchcakes throws the fist, ducking it and getting behind the back of McPhee. He steps forward and places him in a sleeper before McPhee bends down, sliding under the arm of Orlando and getting to his side as he hooks his leg and wraps his other arm around his neck. McPhee hoists Cruze into the air and brings him down with a release regal suplex. The body of the Icon is driven hard into the canvas before he falls over onto his side, McPhee lying on his side in a tired state.

He slowly rolls over onto his knees, getting to his feet when Isaac rushes in and catches Bitchcakes with a charging DDT. McPhee stands on top of his head before bouncing off and falling onto his posterior. Isaac turns around and gets to his feet when Torretto rushes in and connects with a deadly, brutal big boot straight to his jaw. Saine is taken down to the canvas while Torretto stumbles forward, taking deep breaths but appearing pleased with himself while the crowd groans. Ryan steps up behind Torretto though and catches him around the waist, dropping back into a huge German suplex. John crashes hard off of his shoulders before rolling across the ring, Ryan sitting up and taking several deep breaths. He rolls onto his knees and gets to his feet slowly, but as soon as he does, an almost lifeless Orlando stands and jumps into the air. He turns in mid-air to catch Ryan around the neck and drag him down with a huge diamond cutter. The crowd screams as Ryan’s head crashes off of the canvas and then he rolls across the ring, looking lifeless.

Douglas: What a series of moves between all five of these men. You can see how much they want that final spot in the Bash.

Mayne: Again, I ask why? It’s statistically worse to come in last, as no one has ever won the Rumble Bash from that spot before.

All five men are down while Bitchcakes forces himself up to his feet, Torretto doing the same. John motions for McPhee to attack Isaac while he falls back first against the corner, Torretto wanting Bitchcakes to do his work for him. McPhee grinds his teeth against one another before he turns towards Saine, who is trying to get to his feet. He plants a right hand across Isaac’s jaw, and then kicks him to the chest, knocking him up onto his knees. McPhee steps forward and wraps his arm around his neck before dragging him to his feet and pulling his head between his legs. He hooks up both of his arms while Torretto pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle backwards. McPhee hoists Isaac into the air and holds him in a double underhook piledriver position before Torretto jumps off and grabs the shins of Isaac, while McPhee drops down to the canvas, both men connecting with a stuff double underhook piledriver. The crowd groans as Isaac’s head bounces off of the canvas before he flops into the air and falls onto his back. The fans scream and groan at he sight of this while Isaac sits up, holding the back of his neck. Torretto gets up as does McPhee, before John steps in and shoves Bitchcakes backwards. He begins to shout into his face now and point at himself before they point at Orlando. Ryan steps up behind Bitchcakes though and clubs him over the back though, knocking him forward before Torretto steps forward only for Mills to spin around and connect with a back heel kick to his gut. The shot bends John forward, grabbing his mid-section before Ryan rushes into the cables at his side and jumps into the air. He lands feet first on the top rope before he springs off and turns in mid-air, flying at Torretto. John bends forward though and catches Ryan on top of his shoulders, holding him in a fireman’s carry before he turns in circles and grabs him around the back of the head. McPhee steps to the side of Torretto before John pulls Ryan over with a death valley driver. Bitchcakes catches him and drops onto his back, getting both knees up straight into Mills’ spine with a death valley driver, back breaker tag team combination. The fans scream as Mills rolls off of the knees of Bitchcakes, shouting at the top of his lungs. He reaches for his kidneys and continues to roar in anguish while spilling onto his back.

McPhee and Torretto get to their feet when Orlando stands up and spins around in a circle, before connecting with a high impact forearm strike straight to John’s jaw. The shot knocks him down to the canvas before Bitchcakes turns around and rushes in for a big boot. Orlando catches him around the leg though and the neck before dropping back with a bridging t-bone suplex. He seems to be bridging over backwards into the pin before he rolls over sideways, pulling McPhee with him. The Icon gets to his knees as he pulls Bitchcakes over so that his gut is placed over his shoulders. He stands up, with the legs of McPhee hooked and Cruze’s other arm, wrapped around the back of his neck, Bitchcakes other foot placed to the canvas while he is stretched over the shoulders of the standing Icon. Orlando tilts towards Bitchcakes before he snaps over sideways in the opposite direction, pulling Bitchcakes over violently across his spine and back of his neck with the swinging leghook fisherman carry’s slam. The crowd groans at the sight of the combination just hit by Orlando who sits up on the canvas now, appearing tired. While he is sitting there though, John steps around in front of him and comes rushing in. He delivers a vicious running knee strike to the face of the Icon, knocking him onto his back while John falls to his spine in exhaustion. The crowd is giving this crazy, fast paced, hard hitting action a standing ovation.

Mayne: Wow, now these guys busting out some crazy moves to get the win in this battle royal.

Douglas: Your going to see a lot of the same insanity in the Rumble Bash this Sunday, Billy.

Billy: I don’t know how anyone is going to control this level of chaos when there’s 42 people entered into this thing.

Torretto gets to his feet while bent forward before Isaac steps in and underhooks both of his arms. He hoists John into the air and places him over on top of his shoulder with both arms still underhooked. Isaac now jumps into the air and comes down onto his posterior, pulling Torretto right down with a double underhook trainwreck across his shoulder. John bounces off his shoulder hard and goes into convulsions across the canvas, arching his back painstakingly from the canvas. The fans are really into this action, slapping the barricades and stomping their feet while Isaac slowly progresses to his feet. Ryan has reached his feet as he comes charging in at Isaac who bends forward and catches Mills against his shoulders. He stands up straight, holding Mills in the air and stepping sideways towards the cables, trying to fireman’s carry him over the cables to the outside mats. Ryan reaches out, grabbing the top rope though and kicking his legs, keeping from being pushed over to the outside. He shakes his head, refusing to be eliminated before he begins to drive his knee into the side of Saine’s head repeatedly. He reaches down and digs his fingers into the eye holes of Saine, racking them before he slides off his shoulders and lands on his feet behind his back. His fingers really burrow into Isaac’s eyes before pulling them out, Saine turning to face him. Ryan begins to drill him to the side of the face with forearm strikes while favoring his back throughout the process. In exhaustion Mills launches his boot into the air, drilling Isaac to the jaw and knocking him backwards into the ropes, which he falls into, holding onto for support. Mills steps back, seeming to favor this moment as he is about to eliminate Isaac only for Bitchcakes to step up beside him and wrap his arms around his waist. He drops back, suplexing Mills over sideways so that he drops right on top of this head and neck, bouncing off the canvas and then sitting on the canvas in a dazed state. He falls onto his back in a battered, dazed state while Orlando crawls into one of the corners, falling against it for support. He takes several deep breaths, still favoring his skull after the strike he took from Torretto’s running knee lift.

Bitchcakes rolls over onto his knees now, trying to force himself to his feet when a figure jumps over the barricade at ringside. He is wearing a sweater and hoodie as he slides into the ring in front of a rising Bitchcakes. The fans erupt into anger as he pulls his hood off to reveal himself as Devin Hawk.

Douglas: Wait a minute! What the hell is this!?! Why is Devin Hawk in the ring?

Mayne: Why do you always ask me as if I have some clue? Do I look like a psychic?

Bitchcakes stands up when Devin rushes forward, going for a right hand. McPhee blocks it and throws one of his own into the jaw of Hawk, staggering him before he plants his fist into his skull again, then does it once more. The fans are putting their hands together as Devin is knocked backwards by the strikes from McPhee. Bitchcakes turns and rushes into the ropes in front of Devin, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps into the air, landing on Hawk’s shoulders. Devin wraps his arms around his waist though as Ryan gets to his feet behind Bitchcakes and jumps into the air. Devin powerbombs Bitchcakes right down on top of the knees of Mills. A huge reaction is heard at the sight of the powerbomb, back cracker combination that causes Bitchcakes to stand up and look dazed while Mills rolls in reverse. Ryan steps forward and superkicks Bitchcakes to the back of the head, launching him forward into Devin who grabs him by the back of the head and throws him over the cables. The crowd erupts into boos as Bitchcakes collapses to the mats, officially eliminated from this battle royal.

Mayne: Hahaha, yes, yes! Bitchcakes McPhee eliminated from this battle royal!

Douglas: This is bullshit, absolute, complete and utter bullshit! Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk worked together to eliminate Bitchcakes McPhee from this over the top rope challenge!

Billy: I love it, absolutely, positively love it.

McPhee gets to his knees on the outside, appearing furious over this, as sweat spills from his body. Devin points over the cables, straight at him, laughing all the while before Torretto steps behind Ryan and jumps into the air. He swings around surprisingly for a man of his height into a corkscrew kick right to Mills’ back. Ryan is knocked forward into Devin, crashing into him sternum first and causing Hawk to be knocked over the cables to the outside of the ring. The fans put their hands together at the sight of this while Ryan turns around, his back pressed to the cables as he glares straight at Torretto, who has risen to his feet, encased in sweat. Bitchcakes grabs Devin by the hair and pulls him to his feet on the outside of the ring as both men begin to duck it out now between one another. Torretto turns in a circle, slapping his knees, perhaps setting up for that big boot before he turns and bolts across the ring straight at the prone Mills. Ryan steps forward and bends down though, catching John coming in and elevating him into the air, back dropping him over the cables. McPhee and Devin turn as Torretto is launched into almost a pancha, coming straight down on top of them both as he is officially eliminated from this match. Mills falls to his knees in the ring, appearing exhausted, as is Orlando and Isaac who are in opposite corners of the ring.

Douglas: Now John Torretto eliminated from this match, ladies and gentlemen, we are down to the final three combatants in this thing. But only one will go onto earn that final spot in the Rumble Bash.

Mayne: Yes, the Alpha Generation is still represented in this thing. They still have the chance to win this, and apparently, theoretically have a better shot at winning the Rumble Bash.

Ryan’s eyes have rolled to the back of his head before he charges forward straight at Orlando, who steps forward and catches him against his shoulder. He hoists Ryan into the air delivers a brutal spinebuster, driving him straight into the canvas. Cruze hops onto his feet, looking fired up before Isaac charges up behind him and grabs the back of his head, the Livewire Champion charging him forward at the cables. The referee has his head stuck through the cables, yelling at Devin, Ryan, Bitchcakes and Torretto, all four men fighting it out amongst themselves at the ringside area as officials charge from the back, deadset on separating them. Behind his back, Isaac charges an unsuspecting Orlando at the cables and throws him over them straight to the outside of the ring. The crowd goes nuts as Orlando lands feet first on the mats and rolls across them, having officially been eliminated from this battle royal. Everyone is standing and going nuts at the sight of this.

Mayne: No, Orlando has been eliminated from this battle royal!!

Douglas: Yes, yes! It’s about time someone sent a message to that son of a bitch!

The official turns around and spots Orlando on the outside of the ring, yet doesn’t signal that he was eliminated since he didn’t see him go over the top rope. The crowd is still going insane as Isaac points over the ropes, straight at Orlando, shouting at him while Cruze fumes with anger. He physically shakes on the outside of the ring while Isaac continues to point and smirk in his direction, not even spotting Ryan rushing up behind him. The crowd suddenly erupts into boos as Mills grabs Isaac around the leg and lifts it into the air, causing Saine to spill forward over the ropes and crash to the outside mats. The entire arena is booing furiously as Saine is eliminated, crashing onto his knees on the outside mats. His jaw hangs open beneath his mask and his eyes are wide with disbelief as he turns towards the center of the ring. Ryan has spun away from Isaac, raising his arms into the air, and celebrating what he believes is his victory in the Battle Royal.

Mayne: Yes, there is a lord, and he is good. Ryan Mills has won this battle royal, he just eliminated Isaac Saine so heroically.

Douglas: Are you off your gord? He just eliminated Isaac when his back was turned towards the Alpha Generation member. That was a classless act to win this battle roy.....

The fans suddenly erupt as Orlando slides back into the ring behind Mills, rushing up behind him and grabbing the back of his head and pants. He charges him at the cables before Mills can stop him and is tossed right over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Mills rolls across the mats onto his knees, looking up at Cruze in shock as the referee turns and calls for the bell, having never seen Orlando getting eliminated a few seconds ago.

Douglas: Wait a minute, wait a damn minute! Orlando Cruze has just snuck back into this Battle Royal and he eliminated Ryan Mills! He’s victorious! He will be number 42 in the Rumble Bash!

Mayne: Haha, that was genius. Sorry to Mills, but Cruze just pulled off a miracle!

Douglas: This is unbelievable!

The crowd is still irate as Orlando staggers back to the center of the ring, the official grabbing his arm and holding it up in the air. Cruze chuckles to himself while the crowd continues to explode into a wave of pure hostility. The Icon now drags his wrist free from the official’s hand and steps towards the ropes, motioning for a microphone to be handed to him.

Mayne: Speech, speech!

Douglas: Sit down and shut up already!

Orlando takes hold of the microphone and steps back to the ring, having been handed one through the ropes by Kaile Worf. With an exhausted expression on his face, he raises the microphone to his pursed lips. He seems more arrogant and cocky than ever.

Orlando: Did you people see that? Huh? Well did you?

More hurtful boos flood from the fans but don’t effect the chuckling Icon.

Cruze: What you just witnessed may be a victory in small part, but it was also a premonition. It was a glimpse from the future. Because on Sunday, at the Rumble Bash, once again you’ll behold the same breathtaking image. After 41 individuals have been thrown over the top rope, you’ll see me, Orlando Cruze standing alone in the center of this ring, with a guaranteed shot at my World Heavyweight Championship!

Orlando sticks his arms out to his sides and looks towards the heavens, only getting more of an angry ovation.

Cruze: Boo me if you want, but it won’t make a damned difference. I’ll do at the Bash, what I did here tonight, and shock the entire world! But I’m not through surprising people this evening, because you must be high if you thought I’d just walk away from this building without paying a special visit to my old friend, Desolation! That’s right, why wait till Paranoia to get the shot I know is already betroved to me? In fact, you can consider it my declaration tonight. Before I leave this arena, Desolation’s blood will be on my hands, and my World Heavyweight title will be back over my shoulder!

With that the exhausted Icon drops the microphone and turns towards the ropes. He takes several deep breaths while moving towards the cables and sliding them. He now stands on the apron, raising his arms triumphantly.

Mayne: Oh, now I’m even more excited about tonight. Finally Cruze is going to get his hands on Desolation, now that nobody is going to stand in his way.

Douglas: Desolation is certainly a marked man here on Annihilation ladies and gentlemen.

Orlando marches up the ramp with an arrogant expression still on his face.


WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?


Once again the camera has found its way straight to the rather eager face of Annihilation General Manager AWOL. The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of him while he stands in his dressing room, staring forward into the camera lens. Obviously he’s got something on his mind, a thought worth expressing. He fixes the collar of his jacket before nodding to whomever is standing behind the camera and progressing.

AWOL: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s me once again. And before I start hearing complaints that my face is showing up way too much on this telecast tonight, let me just say, I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m here to make an announcement and your going to sit there, shut up, and listen.

AWOL doesn’t appear bitter in the slightest, he just doesn’t seem to care.

AWOL: Now the reason I’m budding into your overbooked matches for is simple, it’s because I have an announcement, and I’m not going to sit around and wait for some stooge in the production truck tell me when the time is best to make it. As of right now, thanks to the lousy officiating, and the fact that the referees can be so easily pushed around by talent, such as the Alpha Generation, I’ve decided that I will be bringing in two men who are beyond reproach to officiate the Rumble Bash match. That’s right, you heard me correctly, you haven’t gone retarded all of a sudden. Due to the highly chaotic scene that the Rumble Bash provides, I need two men there that I know can get the job done, two men who will not be backed down and will be able to control this type of setting. Therefore, at the Rumble Bash, there will be two surprise special enforcers at ringside to ensure everything goes down the way its suppose to. That we don’t have any surprise entries, that we don’t have anybody trying to re-enter the match after they’ve been eliminated, that each decision will stand and not be altered.

The heavy breathing that AWOL suddenly hears directly at his side, causes his shoulders to slouch and his heart to sink. He closes his eyes and releases a sigh as he once again realizes that he’s been cut off by some intruding party. The GM and former multiple time World Champion turns to find himself standing eye to eye with Trojan. The crowd has a loud reaction as the two behemoths glare into one another’s face intensely, there not being very many people in the ULW who can stand toe to toe with the monster that is AWOL. Neither man backs down while the camera pulls out a bit to reveal Tim May standing beside Trojan, with Demon on his opposite side. All three individuals don’t appear very pleased as AWOL turns to stare over each and everyone of them.

AWOL: Well, what a surprise, the cast of the Rocky Horror picture show.....

May holds up his hands, his features quite twisted as he bitterly sinks his teeth into his lower lip. He now waves his finger arrogantly in AWOL’s face.

Tim: We didn’t come back here for any sort of fun and games AWOL. This is no time for jokes.

As AWOL turns to observe both Trojan and Demon he lowers his head and begins to rub at the back of his neck, smirking.

AWOL: Well, judging from the looks of your friends here, it’s going to be pretty hard for me not to tell a few jokes.

Trojan snarls as he steps up into AWOL’s face, the General Manager still not backing down however. Both men glare intensely into one another’s eyes before Tim takes a deep breath and reaches out, placing his hand over the shoulder over Trojan. He lightly pulls Trojan back a bit before staring sternly at the GM.

May: You listen, and you listen now AWOL. The Hell’s Angels will not stand for this injustice you’ve invoked by allowing that annoying little rodent Bitchcakes to get a tag team title shot instead of this deserving duo....

Tim slaps the shoulders of both Trojan and Demon.

Tim: These two men have dominated the tag team scene since they’ve gotten here. They’re undefeated in tag team competition, and yet you put the man they’ve beaten twice in a row into a tag title match instead of them? Where’s the logic in this? What could you possibly be thinking.....

AWOL puts his palm out in front of Tim’s face, Trojan and Demon taking this as a personal insult. They step forward, about to swarm on AWOL only for Tim to stick out his arms and hold his monsters at bay. AWOL shakes his head in disappointment.

AWOL: You know, I really wish you would have been inside that car of yours I blew up ages ago. At least then I wouldn’t have to keep putting up with your constant nagging. Your worse than an ex wife for crying out loud. But listen Tim, if your guys want a tag team title shot, they’re going to have to earn it. The regime that gave people title shots within their first two weeks of being here is gone. If you want something, your actually going to have to earn it.

AWOL stares up at the two Hell’s Angels members, shaking his head connivingly once again.

AWOL: And if you, or your boys can’t handle that, then they can all get the fuck out of my building.

Trojan and Demon both look down at Tim, but he doesn’t return the stare, instead he just keeps glaring at AWOL. Surprisingly, the former commentator begins to push both Hell’s Angels members backwards as he steps in reverse away from the GM. A twisted grin settles onto Tim’s face.

May: Okay AWOL, if that’s the way you want to play it. Fine. But you won’t like what’s going to happen as a result.

Tim snaps his fingers as the trio turns in response and storms out of AWOL’s office. He just watches them walk away with another shake of his head, not amused, or frightened in the slightest by this ominous warning directed at him by Tim.

Hahahahaha.....

The laughter, which comes from behind AWOL, causes his eyebrow to raise before he turns and finds himself glaring straight at ULW newcomer, Riggs. He is sat upon the edge of AWOL’s desk with his arms crossed over his chest and his hair hanging in front of his face. He shakes his head, and glares at AWOL almost sympathetically.

AWOL: Where the hell did you come from? Get off my desk!

AWOL steps forward, motioning for Riggs to stand. Oddly, he obliges, rising to his feet as if not looking for any type of physical confrontation. He just stares into the eyes of AWOL, tilting his head side to side.

Riggs: Poor AWOL, life just doesn’t seem to treat you fairly, now does it?

AWOL’s eyebrow raises.

AWOL: What the fuck are you talking about?

A sinister smirk crosses Riggs’ face while he lowers his head, allowing his hair to hang completely in front of his face.

Riggs: You, like so many others hide your grief so well. You cloud your despair under a veil of deceit. But your pain makes you stronger, and I’ll connect you all to your pain. I’ll make you all stronger. And it will start at the Rumble Bash, when I win and go onto main event Paranoia.

Riggs’ smirk is almost frightening as he gazes at AWOL through the locks of his hair. Finally, after a moment or two he turns and walks away, leaving the GM standing there with an absolutely befuddled expression on his features. AWOL’s eyes blink sporadically for a second before he reaches into his pocket and removes his cell phone, raising it to his ear.

AWOL: Uh yeah, is this maintenance? Well this is AWOL, get your assess up here to put a lock on my door!


COMMERCIAL BREAK



RIGGS VS. CHRIS RUSHMORE


The show comes back live with Chris Rushmore pacing in the ring, cane in hand, looking ready for a fight against whomever he is about to clash with.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Annihilation, and if your just joining us, you’ve already missed a whole hell of a lot of chaos both in the ring and in the back.

Mayne: All capped off with Orlando winning the seven man over the top rope battle royal, and AWOL putting some people in their places. Hahaha, I don’t like AWOL, but he certainly showed the Hell’s Angels who the boss was.

The whole arena drops into total darkness and a smoke effect fills the stage. The creepy into to “The Sacrament” begins to play. As the song breaks into the main part purple and blue lights being to move all over the stage as a dark figure appears from the smoke. Riggs stands at the top of the stage and throws one of his arms into the air. The crowd goes nuts, Riggs slowly walks down to the ring and the slides under the bottom rope. He then slumps into the bottom turnbuckle and waits for his music to cut out and the lights return. Rushmore looks a bit fearful of Riggs.

Billy: And here’s the guy we just saw backstage with AWOL. He said he was going to open our eyes to the world of pain. I just hope that doesn’t mean he’s going to play a Yanni CD.

Douglas: Indeed. Riggs a very talented veteran coming back to the ULW here after a few tag team matches back in the day. I’m eager to see what this guy brings to the ULW in terms of a singles competitor.

Chris is forced to relinquish his Singapore cane by the official, slowly putting it down with a sigh. As he puts it down in the corner Riggs slowly steps out of the corner in the direction of Rushmore, extending his hand in his direction. The crowd reacts kindly to the sight of Riggs trying to do the classy thing to start this match off. As Rushmore steps forward he seems cautious but finally reaches out and interlocks hands with Riggs, both men shaking out of respect. As soon as is this is done though, Riggs pulls Rushmore forward and scoops him up into the air before dropping him with the Hopskotch (Michinoku Driver II). The head of Rushmore crashes hard into the canvas before he bounces off the ring and rolls across it, spilling under the cables to the outside of the ring. Riggs stands up, spinning in circles and placing two fingers under his chin, the crowd having a mixed reaction over seeing him hit his finisher within the first fifteen seconds of this contest getting started.

Mayne: What a way to start this match, Riggs suckering Chris Rushmore in and then hitting him with the Hopskotch, I kind of like this guy already.

Douglas: I don’t know why you adore everyone who uses underhanded tactics.

Riggs stands up and slides through the cables, Rushmore holding the back of his neck and trying to push himself up onto his feet. He is hunched over when Riggs jumps off the apron and drops a double axehandle straight to the back of his neck and shoulders. Chris falls to his knees when Riggs grabs him around the jaw and pulls him to his feet, leaning him back first against the barricade. He now connects with a devastating double handed chop to his chest, the crowd groaning the impact. Riggs grabs Chris by the back of the head and takes him by the wrist, whipping him with all of his strength straight at the steel plated barricade. Chris turns and rams into it shoulder and head first, collapsing onto his seat while he leans back first against it. Riggs once again hunches forward and turns in a circle, overlooking the fans who don’t seem to know what to think of his unusual actions. With Chris leaning back first against the barricade, Riggs charges in and dives forward, driving his foot into his face, and ramming the back of his skull into the steel plates. The crowd groans as Chris rolls across the mats, holding both sides of his head in pain, which Riggs seems to enjoy the sight of. He steps towards Chris once more and grabs him around the jaw before pulling him to his feet and leaning him back first against the barricade. He grabs the shirt of Rushmore and rips it down the middle, exposing his sternum as he now delivers another scintillating double chop to his chest. Chris turns away from Riggs who grabs him by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring now, Rushmore getting to his knees in tremendous pain through the back of the neck.

Riggs hops onto the apron and bends forward, sliding through the cables when Rushmore stands up and rushes in. He connects with a stiff knee lift to the face of Riggs, almost knocking him off the apron before turning around and rushing back in. He catches the neck of Riggs and pulls him around out from between the ropes and into the ring with a swinging neckbreaker. Riggs crashes across the back of his skull and neck as he rolls away from Chris, who turns to face him and quickly drops down into the cover.

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Riggs puts one of his legs over the nearby bottom rope, causing the official to stop the count. Chris gets to his feet, still holding his sternum as he begins to stomp the chest and face of Riggs repeatedly. He now puts his fist out and drops down sideways, planting his knuckle into the skull of Riggs, causing him to sit up as he holds his features in pain. Chris stands and steps up behind Riggs now, kicking him hard right to the lower back, and then dropping down knee first into the spine. Riggs digs his teeth into his lower lip and rolls away from Rushmore, getting to a crawling base when Rushmore steps to his side and then charges in. He connects with another stiff knee lift directly to his face, knocking Riggs sideways through the ropes and onto the apron. He gets to his knees and begins to stand up on the apron, utilizing the ropes to pull himself up as Chris steps in and reaches over the cables, wrapping his arm around the neck of the rather dark soul. Chris hoists Riggs into the air and steps backwards, holding him upside down before dropping back into a huge vertical suplex. Riggs crashes violently into the canvas before he sits up, arching his spine from the ring.

Dan: Chris Rushmore has gotten back into this match now and is just dominating Riggs here.

Mayne: He caught Riggs trying to enter the ring through the ropes is what he did. If it hadn’t been for that small window of opportunity, Riggs would still be decimating Rushmore right now.

Chris stands up, still holding the back of his neck before he bends forward and places both hands on his knees. He seems to be poised, waiting anxiously for Riggs to rise to his feet. The painted apparition starts to roll to his knees and begins to rise to his feet with Rushmore waiting anxiously for him to get up. Finally Riggs gets to his feet when Chris steps in and begins to jump into the air, placing his around the neck of his opponent to hit the HeadRush (Modified Cutter). But Riggs places his hands to the back of Chris and shoves him off forward straight into the cables. Chris turns and bounces off of them back first before coming back in at Riggs who bends forward to catch him with a back drop. Rushmore stops just short of him though and catches him around the neck while reaching out and hooking his leg. The newcomer hoists Riggs into the air and drops back with a huge fisherman suplex.

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Riggs kicks out, getting his shoulder off of the canvas and turning away from Rushmore in the process. Chris gets to his knees, glaring at the official and arguing with the speed of his count. The official proclaims it was a fair and unbiased count as Chris rises to his feet and now begins to approach the cane that he left in his corner. Before he can reach it, the official, Stuart Wright jumps in his way and demands that he stay away from it, that it’s not legal in this contest. Rushmore shakes his head in anger over this before turning back towards Riggs who has risen to his feet. Riggs swings around and connects with a back heel kick to the gut of Rushmore, bending him forward from the strike before the gothic veteran grabs hold of his opponent’s wrist and extends his arm out to his side. Riggs steps over his arm, straddling it with his back turned towards Chris before he mule kicks upward straight into the face of Rushmore. The strike forces Chris to stand up straight with a very dazed expression on his face, looking completely out of it. As he does this, Riggs turns around and jumps into the air, swinging around with a well placed enzugari almost to the back of Chris’ head, knocking him forward and down to the canvas. He crashes into it and rolls onto his back as Riggs scoots across his knees, and hooks his leg.

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Chris kicks out, sitting up in the process and burying a single elbow into the canvas as he tries to push himself up onto his feet. He seems to be having trouble doing so before Riggs steps in methodically and connects with a stiff kick to his ribs. Rushmore drops onto his back, holding his mid-section as a result while Riggs steps to his side and stares around at the fans before dropping his leg straight across the neck of Chris. The young man goes into convulsions while Riggs gets to his knees, placing his fingers to his temples and causing another odd response from the crowd.

Mayne: Riggs back in control of this match, taking it to Chris Rushmore with a series of lethal kicks.

Douglas: Both of these men displaying such tremendous talent out here tonight. Riggs showing how good of a singles competitor he is, remember, the last time he was here, he was more of a tag team specialist. Chris on the other hand is really making an impact, looking tough out there in this debut match.

Riggs tilts his head, staring out over the crowd and then rushing into the ropes at Chris’ side. He bounces off and comes back in before he stuttering stepping and dropping a Muta elbow into the chest of Rushmore. His body kicks into the air from the impact before Riggs sits up on the canvas, staring around at the fans with a twisted glint in his eyes. He rises to his feet and grabs Rushmore around the head, rolling him onto his knees and then slapping him stiffly across the side of the face. He then does it to the other cheek before rushing into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in when Rushmore gets to his feet and jumps into the air. He connects with a huge spinning heel kick to the face and sternum of Riggs, knocking him down hard to the canvas with the fans putting their hands together. Chris turns onto his hands and knees, while Riggs gets to the same position, trying to get to his feet throughout the process. Chris steps in and slugs him hard to the side of the face, and then does it again, the strikes are vicious and stiff before Rushmore drops down with a low dropkick to the side of his opponent’s face. Riggs falls onto his back while Chris gets to his feet, still holding the back of his neck and sternum. Once again he points to the cane in the corner which causes the crowd to put their hands together before he quickly approaches it. Wright steps in his way but Chris shoves h im aside, approaching the cane and grabbing hold of it. He lifts it into the air and smacks it over the top turnbuckle pad, causing the crowd to boo before he turns and rushes straight at Riggs, the official unable to do anything about it this time. As he comes in though, Riggs stands and catches him around the thigh and the head, hoisting him into the air and causing him to the drop the cane. Riggs now plants him with the HopSkotch. The crowd reacts in shock as Rushmore bounces off the canvas violently, arching his back and turning onto his knees somehow as Riggs rushes into the cables in front of him. He ricochets off and comes right back in, jumping forward and delivering the shining wizard AKA the Peak A’ Boo. Rushmore flies backwards and crashes onto his canvas, going into convulsions now. Riggs turns and does a headstand before he flips off his noggin straight onto his feet, giving the crowd a disturbing glare. He falls into the cover on Rushmore now, hooking both of his legs.

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Mayne: And just like that, Riggs has got the victory over Chris Rushmore! What an impressive debut.

Douglas: Well, re-debut I guess you could call it. Oh nevermind. Anyhow, Riggs with a decisive victory over Chris Rushmore, hitting that Peak A’ Boo, and Hopskotch combination. And like Billy said, he certainly came across as very impressive tonight.

Riggs stands and turns in circles, his eyes almost gleaming with horror and fear evoking rage. The official has stepped towards Rushmore, beginning to help the newcomer up to his feet, holding his arm as he does so. Riggs steps in and grabs Wright by the shirt though, throwing him out of the way and then grabbing Chris around the neck. He pulls him away from the ropes and then scoops him up into the air before planting him again with the Hopskotch, the crowd reacting with shock at the sight of this. Rushmore goes into convulsions before Riggs turns onto his knees, a sickening grin stretched across his face. He seems to be shaking with satisfaction as he requests the use of a microphone. Kalie Worf from ringside slowly and hesitantly hands the microphone to him through the ropes. He grabs it and takes hold of her wrist as well. Kaily looks panic stricken for a moment before Riggs lets go of her wrist and steps back to the center of the ring, a sadistic smirk slipped across his lips. He raises the mic to his mouth as the lightning in the arena suddenly dims, a single spotlight brought down upon him.

Douglas: It looks like Riggs has something to say after a rather deplorable act after this match has ended.

Mayne: He wants to make sure this Chris Rushmore, remembers his name forever.

Riggs looks as if he is despising those in the stands who shout abuse at him.

Riggs: Look at you people, did you enjoy that? Did you all enjoy the brutality I inflicted on this nobody? On this young man trying to break his way into the ULW? Were you lost in the moment? Were you lost in the pain and suffering out bodies just endured? Did it give you the escape from your redundant, miserable lives for just one moment of clarity?

The fans still respond oddly, confused, some booing, and others cheering on the former CMW World Champion. Riggs falls to his knees and leans forward into the cables, his arm draped over the middle one while the spotlight remains planted on him.

Riggs: Is that what it takes to get away from the misery that is your existence? Well, that’s good, I hope the savagery we inflicted on one another brought you some hope, some joy, some deep rooted psychological pleasure. Because there will be more of this, lots more. Lots more violence, lots more destruction, lots more damage done to anyone in the ULW lockeroom who dubs themselves adequate to stand in the way of my ascension. You will see sacrifices, you will see frauds be revealed for what they truly are at my hands. This is only just the beginning of what is in store now that Riggs has returned.

He opens his hand and just lets the microphone falls to the canvas before the Sacrament once again hits the PA system. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring before stepping towards the barricade and jumping over it. He marches straight through the fans who clear out of the way with confused expressions on their faces.


WAITING IN THE WINGS


There is a huge reaction as the lovely face of Michelle Blacker comes into the camera’s scene, marching down a corridor in the direction of a set of double doors. The camera lens shakes as it follows behind her, Michelle speaking into the microphone rather excitedly.

Michelle: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Michelle Blacker, and we understand that there is some breaking news in the parking lot right now, involving Isaac Saine, and General Manager, AWOL.

Michelle turns as the camera shifts to face over her shoulder, both individuals storming through the double doors and stepping out into the parking lot where none other than Isaac Saine is seated. As they pass a couple of parked cars, a sweaty Livewire Champion sits planted in a steel chair with one leg crossed over the other and the Livewire Championship placed over his shoulder. He stares forward with no emotion in his eyes, seated where no vehicle could possibly get around him to enter the arena. AWOL is standing over him, still dressed in a dark suit and shouting into his face, looking very flustered with Isaac, who doesn’t seem to want to listen.

AWOL: Isaac, I’m going to tell you this one last time. This behavior is not going to be accepted any longer. I will not tolerate any physical violence in my arena.

Isaac snaps his head towards the GM, speaking softly though.

Isaac: Well, sorry to disrespect you AWOL, but I’m not inside your building now am I? Chapel’s not going to get by me if he intends on showing up tonight. So one way or another, I’m going to show him who the most hardcore is in the ULW.

AWOL stands up and runs his hands over his bald scalp, taking a deep breath, before trying to reason with Isaac one last time. Saine stares forward, not saying anything though.

AWOL: Isaac, I implore you not to do anything stupid tonight. Don’t make me have to take action against you.

Saine just stares forward, his belt glimmering and his eyes locked on the parking lot entrance. AWOL snaps his fingers in front of his face but gets absolutely no response from the almost emotionless Saine.

AWOL: Isaac.....Isaac!

There is still no response as AWOL stands up and runs his hand down his face, getting flabbergasted.

AWOL: Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

AWOL turns and marches off in a huff, leaving Isaac planted in the chair, watching the entrance to the parking lot.

COMMERCIAL BREAK



TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. DESOLATION


The show returns to the ring, the fans anxiously anticipating more in ring action.

Douglas: Welcome back fans, and if your joining us now, you guys missed some surprising events backstage. Isaac Saine is camped out and waiting for the arrival of Chapel here tonight.

Mayne: It’s going to be another explosive situation that I just cannot wait for.

The crowd starts to boo furiously as Too Magnificent’s entrance music hits the PA system, the crowd rising and booing furiously as the Alpha Generation member strolls through the curtains onto the stage. He extends his arms out to his sides and looks towards the heavens with a microphone in hand, a golden shower of pyros shooting from the titontron behind him. It falls to the stage behind his back before lowering his arms and starting towards the squared circle, shaking his head throughout the process.

Douglas: Too Magnificent has arrived, and he looks ready for in ring competition against the World Champion. Although, that’s kind of an oxymoron, since nothing you do can possibly prepare you for a match against Desolation.

Mayne: The Champ certainly is an enigma. But if anyone can figure him out, it’s the monster, the madman, the psychopath that is Too Magnificent. And look, he’s got something to say.

Dan: Oh joy to the world...

Too Magnificent starts up the steps and onto the apron before looking out over the crowd and stepping into the ring, speaking into the microphone throughout the process.

Too Magnificent: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come, the time has arrived. The end of the Dark Man is here, the World Champion’s undefeated singles streak will come to an end, and I will gladly be the man to conclude it.

A fury of boos flood the ring as Too Mag shakes his head pompously and continues.

Too Magnificent: But besides the impending finale to Desolation’s existence, there’s another thing that needs to end. And with rumors swirling about Hurse’s impending retirement, I think there’s no better time to conclude this war between us, than this Sunday at the Rumble Bash!

A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd, several of them pumped to see the conclusion of this brutal war between former tag team partners, Too Magnificent and Hurse.

Dan: That’s true, we have heard rumors, and they’re just rumors at this point, that Hurse may be retiring shortly.

Mayne: Thank God.

Too Magnificent has an intense expression on his face while his body shakes, squeezing the microphone till it almost explodes in his grasp.

Too Magnificent: But you will not retire Hurse and walk away from the ULW on your own two feet. You will be carted off in a stretcher! Because if your leaving, your leaving because I made it happen. And I’ll make it happen at the Rumble Bash by ending this rivalry, and ending you!

Too Mag’s face is red as he steps up into the camera, the lens zooming in on his intense features.

Too Magnificent: That’s why, at the Rumble Bash this Sunday, I’m challenging you to the final battle, the epic encounter, the blood letting of the century. Hurse, I’m challenging you to a Last Man Standing match!

The crowd roars with excitement at this announcement, enthused at the prospect of both Too Mag and Hurse tearing one another apart.

Mayne: Wow Last Man Standing at the Rumble Bash, Hurse vs. Too Magnificent. What a war that will be.

Douglas: I’m excited by the concept, but worried about the prospects of what these two will do to each other to keep the other man down for a ten count. There’s no telling what they may do to one another’s bodies in that type of brutal environment, and you know with the rivalry, the history between these two that neither one of them will be willing to stay down.

Too Magnificent turns towards the entry way now before his eyebrow raises at the sight of an odd occurrence. Upon the entry way he spots two figures watching all of this. It seems to be John Torretto, dressed in his business suit but sweating from the head, and a yet to be identified gentleman lurking beside him, watching this unfold as well.

Douglas: What are Torretto and this mysterious gentleman doing here?

Mayne: I DON’T KNOW! Stop asking me.

They seem greatly intrigued by what they’re watching unfold in the ring while Too Magnificent turns and stares towards the crowd.

Too Magnificent: But for now I shall take care of another annoyance. For now I will deal out punishment to a man I find equally as irritating. Desolation, for the next couple seconds, before I beat you in the center of this ring, you will be......

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 As soon as Desolation sets foot in the ring, Too Magnificent bolts across the squared circle and throws a lariat. Desolaiton ducks it, dropping the title in the process. Magnificent turns towards him when Desolation strikes him under the jaw with a forearm strike, followed by another blow to his chin. Desolation spins around and connects with a vicious back handed chop to the jaw of Too Mag, almost knocking him to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: And we’re off here ladies and gentlemen, no reason to wait for this one to get started.

Mayne: Come on Too Mag, come on, while I respect your enthusiasm, don’t let yourself get at Desolation’s mercy.

The Dark Man slugs Too Magnificent under the jaw before he grabs the big man by the wrist and tries to whip him across the ring. Too Magnificent turns and reverse the whip though, instead sending Desolation charging across the ring. As soon as he comes back in Too Magnificent lobs a boot at his face, rushing in to deliver the stiff strike. Desolation drops down into a baseball slide under the boot though, getting to his feet quickly and then rushing straight at the former Livewire Champion. Too Magnificent spins around and catches Desolation by the throat though, grabbing the back of his pants and with the crowd screaming immediately hoists him up into the air for the chokeslam. Desolation slides free from his grasp though, landing on his feet behind the back of Magnificent and then dropping down to the canvas. He catches him the by the back of the trunks and rolls him up into a school boy. With Mag on his shoulders, Desolation stands up and grabs his legs, trying to step through in order to lock up for the Curb Stomp perhaps. Too Magnificent pushes off with his leg strength though, causing Desolation to fly backwards and crash into the canvas. He rolls over onto his hands and knees as Too Magnificent does the same, both men rushing quickly to their feet. As they do, Desolation charges at Magnificent, who throws another lariat. The Champion ducks under the strike again and charges into the ropes behind him. He bounces off and comes back in Too Magnificent who turns his side towards the Champion and catches him against his shoulders coming in. He stands up, holding Desolation in a fireman’s carry, setting for a DVD it seems, but the Dark Man will not stay in this predicament. He begins to knee Too Magnificent to the side of the face repeatedly before sliding off of his shoulders without warning and landing on his feet behind his back.

Too Magnificent spins around when Desolation bends forward, burying his shoulder into his gut. He tries to hoist Too Mag into the air for the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch) however, the Sadistic One slugs him over the spine and steps to his side. He launches a knee at the face of Desolation who stands up, swinging his body out of the way of it. He goes into a spin, turning to face Too Magnificent who quickly catches him with a kick to the gut and places him in a front gantry, signaling for the Midas Touch (Neck drop DDT). He grabs the pants of Desolation and hoists him into the air in a suplex position to drop him on the back of his neck when the Dark Man floats over his shoulder though and lands on his feet behind his back. He reaches out, wrapping his arms around the waist of Too Magnificent and drops back, rolling the giant up in reverse and getting him into a predicament where he’s on the back of his shoulders, Desolation sitting on top of his thighs, holding him down.

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Too Magnificent kicks out and rolls over onto his knees in reverse while Desolation stands up and turns around, rushing in. Too Mag catches him coming in though and pulls him down into a quick small package.

1 Desolation kicks out as both men roll over onto their knees then rise to their feet, having a face off. The crowd is clapping loudly as both men eye one another closely, having just gone through a very quick series of transitions and counters.

Douglas: Wow, this has been one of the craziest openings to a match I’ve ever seen. Both of these men countering everything the other is throwing at them and almost hitting their finishing moves so very quickly in the early goings.

Mayne: Too Magnificent is obviously out to make a point to everyone, including one of Desolation’s supporters, Hurse, that he is World title material, and no one, not even the almost year long undefeated Desolation can stop him.

Too Magnificent and Desolation slowly start forward and find themselves locked up in a collar elbow. They push against one another before Too Magnificent uses his brute strength to shove the Dark Man straight back into the corner. With Desolation’s spine pressed to it the official steps in and orders Too Magnificent to break the collar elbow. He bends forward, placing his shoulder to the gut of Too Mag and pushing him off backwards. Too Mag raises his hands, acting innocent before he lobs a shot at the Dark Man’s face. Desolation ducks it, Too Magnificent turning around and placing his back to the corner after he missed the shot. Desolation chops him stiffly to the sternum, and then does it once more. The shots almost knock Too Magnificent out of the corner before Desolation slugs him to the face, and then does it again. He backs up to the center of the ring and then rushes in quickly, jumping into the air and swinging around with his leg for a huge spinning heel kick in the corner. Too Magnificent catches him around the leg though and also around the waist. He hoists Desolation into the air and rushes forward before throwing him out of his arms towards the center of the ring. Desolation lands on his back and then rolls onto his knees, glaring at Too Magnificent, who is staring at him with a twisted grin. He now flexes his muscles and unleashes a roar in the direction of the smaller Desolation, who gets to his feet, nodding his head and smiling. Without warning he slaps Too Magnificent right across the face with a vicious open hand shot. The blow causes Too Magnificent’s eyes to roll to the back of his head as he stands up straight, stumbling around a bit.

He shakes off the effect though and rushes forward at Desolation who connects with a low dropkick to the knee of the giant. Too Magnificent is knocked to a kneeling base from the impact as Desolation stands up and grabs hold of his arm. He pulls it off the canvas and swings around under it before folding the arm now and placing it in the key lock behind the spine of Magnificent. He reaches over his back and grabs the other arm of Too magnificent, pulling up on it as well, applying a double submission on both arms. The crowd claps at the sight of this submission before Too Magnificent drops over sideways in the direction of Desolation. He gets his one arm free of the hammerlock and lifts them both into the air, wrapping his hands around the top of Desolation’s head. He lobs his knee upward straight into the side of Desolation’s face, the strike causing the crowd to groan the impact. Desolation stands up straight, rubbing his temple when Too Magnificent rolls onto his knees and grabs the back of the Dark Man’s ankles. He lifts them into the air and causes Desolation to spill onto his back, as soon as he does, Too Magnificent jumps forward across the canvas and grabs the arm of the World Champion. He sticks it out to the side of Desolation and buries his elbow into the bicep, digging it in deep while the remainder of the arm is stuck out over his legs.

Mayne: These guys slowing it down a bit now. As you can see, Too Magnificent isn’t just a powerhouse, he’s not a big beast who can only throw power moves, he’s got some good technical skills as well.

Douglas: There’s no discounting the talents that Too Magnificent has. He’s got some tremendous in ring abilities, but he has no control over his emotions in the slightly, and it leaves him exposed in the ring against guys much more rationale minded like Desolation.

Billy: Ha, did you just say Desolation was rationally minded? I think there’s a first time for everything.

Too Magnificent continues to burry the point of his elbow into the bicep of Desolation before he turns enough to launch his shin into the upper back of the beast. He then does it again, the kicks are hard and stiff and cause Too Magnificent’s head to lean back a bit. As he does this, Desolation pushes himself up onto the back of his shoulders enough though to wrap his legs around the neck of Too Magnificent. He pulls his head down into a head scissors submission, the Champion sitting up with a very determined expression on his features. Too Magnificent places his hands to the top leg of Desolation, pushing it off with all his strength before the Dark Man drags his heel back down into his face, and then does it again and again. The shots cause the crowd to groan with each blow before Too Magnificent rolls away from the legs of Desolation, holding his nose, rubbing at it as it was almost broken by the stiff kicks. He turns onto his knees, holding his nostrils after the strikes while Desolation rolls in reverse onto his feet and then steps up to the side of the massive behemoth. He slaps his knee and then steps in, going for a huge buzzsaw kick. As he tries to deliver the move, Too Magnificent ducks it, causing Desolation to turn his back towards the big man, who stands up, putting his head under the posterior of the World Champion and standing up. He has him an electric chair drop position, before taking a few steps forward and dropping back, he plants the Dark Man hard into the canvas spine first, causing. Desolation arches his back and yells out in pain as Too Magnificent turns and crawls quickly into the cover.

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Desolation gets his shoulder up, and as soon as he does this, falling over sideways, Too Magnificent grabs hold of his arm. Desolation ends up on his chest and stomach with Too Magnificent scooting up at his side, locking in the fujiwara arm bar. He pulls in reverse as far as he can on the arm, and almost dislocates it from its socket, causing Desolation to shout out in anguish. He refuses to tap though as Too Magnificent continues to hold in the submission, his teeth gritting against one another with a very demented expression on his face. Desolation refuses to stay down on the canvas though, beginning to push himself up onto his knees when Too Magnificent swings around out of the fujiwara position to face the World Champion. He wraps his arm around his neck, applying the front gantry submission this time. The Sadistic One seems dead set on forcing Desolation to tap out, on ending his singles undefeated streak that’s been going since last year’s Paranoia by forcing him to slap the canvas. Too Magnificent wants to get this win decisively, but Desolation isn’t willing to let that happen. The World Champion begins to force himself upward to his feet, the arm still cutting off the air to his head while the crowd rallies behind him. They slap the barricades and create a loud ruckus as both men get to a standing base now, Too Magnificent shaking his head in anger. Suddenly Desolation swings around of the front gantry, pulling the arm of Too Mag away from his throat in the process. He turns away from Too Magnificent when he does this before the sadistic monster grabs hold of the hair of the Dark Man and pulls him backwards, straight into the sleeper hold.

Douglas: Too Magnificent showing how well rounded he is Billy, constantly using his strength advantage to try and keep Desolation in these submissions, rather it be the fujiwara, the front gantry, or now the sleeper?

Mayne: He’s seen some of Orlando Cruze’s strategy going into matches with Desolation perhaps. The only way to beat this man is to wear him down methodically.

Too Magnificent really squeezes at the neck of Desolation with the sleeper as the air begins to escape his lungs, sweat pouring down his face. The Dark Man refuses to tap out though as his skin becomes a dark red. His legs are slowly cutting out beneath him, as he begins to tumble towards the canvas. Too Magnificent bends forward, holding in the sleeper and getting a twisted satisfaction out of this. He smiles widely as the referee steps in to check on Desolation, the World Champion’s eyes beginning to seal shut as if he’s finally fading from the hold, beginning to pass out due to the strength in the thick arms of Magnificent. His eyes close tightly together and his head hangs limply to the side while Too Magnificent increases the amount of force and energy he puts into the sleeper. The referee, Ingelson steps in and grabs hold of the hand of Desolation, raising it into the air and holding it there for a second before he allows it to drop to his side. He turns and sticks his fingers into the air, “one!” He turns back towards Desolation and grabs his arm, raising it into the air again before releasing it as it falls limply to the Champion’s side. Ingelson turns and shouts, “two!”

Mayne: I can’t believe this, I can’t believe it! Too Magnificent may actually have Desolation here, it looks like he’s going to make the Champion pass out to the sleeper hold!

Douglas: This is certainly shocking, but I knew Too Magnificent had it in him to pull out a big win like this.

Desolation is completely out of it now as Ingelson steps in slowly and takes hold of his arm. He lifts it into the air hesitantly before releasing it. Ingelson bends forward to check on the arm as he drops it. The arm falls towards the canvas before shooting back up as one of the Champion’s fingers dig into the nostril of Alex, picking something out and making the official turn away holding his nose. Desolation lifts his finger and puts it against the lips of Too Magnificent, rubbing whatever he picked across them. Too Magnificent looks way, grimacing in disgust as he breaks the sleeper, stepping back and beginning to spit and gag whatever he was forced to swallow. The crowd is going absolutely nuts over this though, everyone pumped that Desolation got out of the submission, no matter how oddly he accomplished this task.

Douglas: Speaking of words I thought would never come out of my mouth. Desolation has just forced Too Magnificent to eat a referee’s booger.

Mayne: That’s the weirdest way I’ve ever seen someone break a submission hold.

Desolation rests on his knees, sweating and breathing deeply while Too Magnificent continues to cough and gag in the corner. He turns around and rushes in at Desolation now who springs to his feet and then jumps into the air, swinging around with his legs. He blasts Magnificent’s sternum with a spinning heel kick, taking him down to the canvas across his back. The crowd groans the stiff strike as Desolation gets to his feet, looking sluggish until he rushes into the cables at the side of his rising opponent. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in when Too Magnificent stands up and suddenly swings around behind his back, locking his arms around his throat, applying the sleeper yet again. Desolation drops to his posterior though, pulling Too Magnificent down with a jaw breaker, causing him to stand up straight and stumble in reverse from the impact. Desolation rolls to his knees and rushes spine first into the cables in front of Too Magnificent, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps forward. He unleashes a primal roar and connects with one of the most stiff, high impact front dropkicks known to man. The strike knocks Too Magnificent off of his feet and causes him to crash onto his back, rolling over onto his knees in reverse and appearing very dazed. He falls onto his side with the crowd going nuts, Desolation crawling towards Magnificent and pushing him over onto his back, going for the cover.

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Too Magnificent kicks out unexpectedly, shooting his shoulder from the canvas while Desolation rises to his knees, staring around at the crowd slightly flabbergasted. He grabs Too Magnificent by the hair and pulls him onto his knees while the official’s attention is suddenly drawn to something at ringside. The fans are irate as a sweaty Orlando Cruze marches towards the ring with his GQ attire on.

Dan: Wait a minute, what the hell is Orlando Cruze doing out here!?!

Mayne: I haven’t got a clue, maybe he wants to get a good view of Desolation’s destruction.

Orlando steps towards the ring and now jumps onto the apron, trying to enter the squared circle. Ingelson cuts him off though, trying to force the Icon off the apron, yet he keeps trying to get inside. With the referee’s back turned, Too Magnificent launches a forearm into the testicles of Desolation, causing him to bend forward and wail in pain before the behemoth rises to his feet. He wraps his arm around the neck of the Champion and grabs him by the back of the pants, hoisting Desolation into the air and dropping back into the Midas Touch. The crowd is booing viciously while Desolation rolls onto his back, Too Magnificent sitting up and sweating profusely. He now rolls into the cover. Orlando is still distracting the referee, who is demanding he get off the apron, but the Icon refuses to listen. Suddenly to a huge reaction Hurse rushes down the ramp towards the ring, reaching the area right behind Cruze and grabbing him by the pants leg, pulling him off the apron and causing him to land right in front of the Submission Champion. The crowd screams with excitement as Hurse begins to slug Orlando across the face repeatedly.

Douglas: Look at this, Hurse coming to Desolation’s aid, fighting Orlando Cruze to keep him out of this match!

Mayne: I thought he said he would no longer have Desolation’s back after last week. This isn’t fair!

Hurse and Orlando drive their right hands into one another’s faces while battling up the ramp towards the backstage area. Focus switches back towards the ring though as Too Magnificent still has the cover on Desolation, Ingelson dropping down and quickly making the count.

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The entire arena is in shock as Desolation kicks out at the last second possible. Too Magnificent rises to his knees, sliding his hands into his hair and appearing absolutely stunned that he just didn’t get the pinfall. He shakes his head, unable to come to terms with the fact that Desolation just kicked out of his Midas Touch. Too Magnificent slams both palms on the canvas, rising to his knees and staring around at the fans, shaking his head and pleading with the referee to say it was a three count. He stands up, about to rip his hair out before he turns towards the outside area, his eyes locking on something. The crowd boos as Too Magnificent steps towards the cables and slides through them, dropping off onto the mats and approaching the time keeper. He shouts for them to get up and move out of the way right now! She gladly does so as Too Magnificent grabs her chair, throwing it up into the air and folding it up.

Dan: Why must everyone use the time keeper’s chair as a last resort?

Mayne: Desolation is about to wish he didn’t just kick out of the Midas Touch. Say goodbye to the good guy.

Douglas: Stop watching Scarface, now!

Too Magnificent slides into the ring with the chair in hand, standing up and approaching Desolation, who has rolled into a crawling base, trying to force himself up to his feet. He seems completely and utterly exhausted as he grabs the cables and uses them to pull himself up. Too Mag raises the chair above his head when Ingelson grabs it from behind, trying to take it out of his hands. Too Magnificent keeps hold of it though and turns around, using the top edge to push Ingelson backwards before spinning around and raising the chair in front of his face. Suddenly Desolation jumps into the air and connects with a brutal Van Daminator right into the chair, driving it hard into the face of Too Mag. The impact takes him down hard to the canvas across his back with every fan on their feet, putting their hands together, crazed over what they just witnessed. Desolation sluggishly gets to a crawling base, barely having the strength to will himself up as he crawls into the cover on Too Magnificent now, hooking his leg. Ingelson drops down and makes the count quickly.

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The fans go nuts before Too Magnificent kicks out to absolutely everyone’s disbelief. He gets his shoulder up, turning onto his side while Desolation falls onto his back, appearing exhausted, his eyes opened widely and his jaw hanging slightly open.

Mayne: Too Mag kicked out, he kicked out, my God what a competitor this man is.

Douglas: Unbelievable! What a match, what a match this is between Desolation and Too Magnificent here at Annihilation, the last show before the Rumble Bash!

Desolation lies on his back, desperately trying to figure out a way to put this man out as Too Mag lays across his spine, bleeding from the scalp now. Both men try to force their way to their feet, looking tired, almost exhausted due to the quick, hard hitting action of this fast paced match. Too Magnificent stands up across from Desolation, the World Champion stepping in and throwing a right hand at his face. The shot almost knocks Too Mag back down before he drives his forearm into the gut of Desolation, then connects with a right to his face. The Dark Man steps back and then moves forward, launching a right into the jaw of Too Mag. Too Magnificent moves forward and hits a forearm to the jaw of Desolation. The World Champion returns with a forearm strike of his own. The crowd starts to cheer as Too Magnificent steps back and then rushes forward, hitting a forearm again. Desolation is knocked back into the cables before he bounces off and gets a running start with a forearm to the face of Too Magnificent. Too Mag stumbles back and then charges in once more, hitting another forearm strike. Too Magnificent and Desolation both grab one another around the back of each other’s necks now and begin to launch forearms into each other’s faces. The crowd is going nuts as both men unload on one another but Desolation surprisingly seems to be getting the advantage, repeatedly striking Too Mag’s jaw with forearms now as his opponent’s arms fall to his sides. The referee steps in, trying to break this up before Desolation steps back and blasts a dazed Too Mag with a right to the jaw. He now steps back and throws a quick superkick. Too Mag catches him around the ankle though and pushes it away from him, causing the Dark Man’s heel to slap right across the jaw of the referee. The official goes down to the canvas with the crowd screaming, Desolation turning in a circle to face Too Magnificent who takes him down with a quick lariat. Both men crash into the canvas, neither of them moving after this wicked exchange, the referee down as well.

Douglas: Too Magnificent and Desolation have laid each other out here, as well as the official, I’m not sure if this match will be able to continue.

Mayne: This is absolute insanity. Not only have these two almost killed each other, but they probably did the same to the referee.

Another official comes rushing down to the ring and around the squared circle, motioning for the bell to sound, as it does in the background. The crowd becomes furious at the sight of this, the match being thrown out it appears.

Billy: What’s this shit!?! Too Magnificent had Desolation, and yet they’re throwing this match out, it’s not fair!

Douglas: The logic behind this is muddled to me as well, perhaps they need to get EMTs out here to help the official.

Both men are completely out while Desolation tries to get to his knees, looking exhausted while Too Magnificent rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes, but to the disgust of everyone, the Alpha Generation now rushes out, being led by Jackson Adams.

Douglas: Oh no, the match gets thrown out and here come the AG! Can’t these guys stay out of Desolation’s business?

Mayne: The World title is there business, Dan, and Desolation is just the bonus.

The crowd is furious as Adams jumps onto the apron, about to enter the ring when Desolation stands up and steps in, superkicking him straight under the jaw. The shot knocks Adams off of the apron and sends him flying backwards on top of Devin and Ryan, knocking all three men down to the mats. The reaction from the fans has changed now as Desolation motions for the Alpha Generation to get in the ring, looking all fired up, all emotional. Hawk and Mills both look stunned as Desolation flashes his teeth and has a deranged glint in his eye, Ingelson handing him the World title, which he snatches hard from the official. He now takes the belt and drapes it over the canvas right in front of him, forming a line that he now dares the Alpha Generation to cross. He calls for them to enter the ring and comes at him, still looking as if he’s absolutely snapped. Adams appears out cold from the kick as Mills and Hawk help him stand, backing away from the ring slowly in disbelief.

Mayne: What in the hell is happening here? Desolation isn’t suppose to fight back, he’s suppose to take his beatings!

Douglas: Something has changed in the Dark Man tonight Billy. This man has had enough.

Desolation continues to glare at the Alpha Generation as Too Magnificent gets to his feet, appearing furious as he stares right back at the World Champion. Desolation is still hunched over, calling for them to enter as the quartet simply march away, rethinking their gameplan.

Mayne: What a battle we just witnessed ladies and gentlemen. Talk about an absolute war.

Douglas: Indeed, but wait a minute, apparently something is going down backstage!


WHO’S HARDCORE?


AWOL: PULL THEM APART, PULL THEM APART DAMMIT!!

Isaac and Chapel are surrounded by a huge collection of security personal all dressed in yellow shirts, trying to pry both men apart. Chapel is reaching out for the neck of Isaac, while Saine is trying to get at the King of Monsters. His arms are held back by security though while a frustrated AWOL shouts at both men to stay away from one another, barking orders at security who are trying their best to keep them apart. They can barely restrain Chapel, who is being pushed backwards by five hefty individuals. Isaac is almost getting free but is still being held back by security, his eyes brimming with anger. Demona can be heard screaming in the background as the camera shifts to the blood red features of Chapel, his veins popping through his temples and through his neck, almost snarling as security holds him at bay.

Demona: We’re suppose to be here to promote our DVD, why does this keep happening!?!

Demona is now turned towards AWOL, shouting at him, while he tries to calm the situation down by yelling right back at her. As they argue in the background both hardcore icons are still being forced away from another, taking the whole security force to keep them at bay.

Saine: Stop lying to yourself Chapel, stop lying to yourself! Your not hardcore, your nothing more than a sell out, a fucking sell out!

Chapel tries to force his massive body free, but is still being pinned by the security guards.

Chapel: You’re a jealous hack, a jealous hack Isaac! You can’t live up to the things I accomplished!

The two are still trying to force their way free while AWOL steps away from Demona and begins shouting again.

AWOL: Enough, ENOUGH!

Both men will not stop no matter what to get at one another, even while being held back by an army of officials and security guards.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



RULES SUCK


A steel trash can is hurled across the room as it smashes off of a wall and tumbles to the ground below, the contents spilling all over the place. Too Magnificent now steps into the camera’s frame, appearing absolutely crazed, on the brink of all out insanity as he kicks his foot into the air and drives it through the wall. Jackson Adams marches into the camera’s frame now, realigning his jaw after it was so viciously superkicked. He appears just as furious while Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills move into the camera’s frame as well. Everyone appears furious, every member of the Alpha Generation as Ryan slams the side of his fist against the plaster Too Magnificent just kicked through. Devin paces back and forth with the tag team title over his shoulder, mumbling with his head lowered.

Devin: I’m sick of this crap, I’m sick of this bullshit!

Hawk storms back and forth, all tensed up while his cohorts nod their heads in agreement. Too Magnificent just keeps stomping on the can though, at the point of implosion. Adams steps towards Devin and places his hand on his massive shoulder.

Adams: I say we march right up there to Desolation and we finish the job on that talentless nobody! I say we take his fucking World Heavyweight Championship!

Adams is absolutely fuming as he turns and grabs the same reciprocal Too Magnificent is stomping on and throws it into the air.

Mills: Yeah, and after that, I say we march right into Project Lost Cause’s lockeroom and beat the ever living shit out of them too.

Jackson: That’s right, because we’re taking absolutely no more of this crap from PLC, from Desolation, and especially from AWOL!

The mention of the General Manager’s name creates even greater tension for Adams, who shakes uncomfortably as a result. He grabs hold of his arm brace throughout the process.

Yes, you could walk right into their hands, or you could think this out a little clearer....

The four enraged individuals cease their anger fueled chat as they all turn to observe the hooded guide strolling slowly into forward. His head is still tucked beneath a shroud and the same dark cloak hangs from his body, blocking sight of his true identity. Saliva almost seeps from Devin’s mouth while he turns to observe the mysterious gentlemen, the same one who has been feeding them words of wisdom for months now.

Devin: What are you talking about?

Too Magnificent: Yeah, we’re all getting a little sick of your cryptic mumbo jumbo.

The apparition sticks his hands out and lowers his palms towards the floor, insisting that everyone calm down and remain rationale. The Alpha Generation seem unwilling to do this after the events that just unfolded in the center of the ring.

Calm down my brethren and listen. You must not allow yourselves to be manipulated. Desolation is ready for a fight, as is Project Lost Cause, there strength is building, and a full frontal attack would cause great casualties on our front. Besides, if I know AWOL, which I do, I’m sure he’s concocting a plan, one to keep you all from accomplishing your suicide mission.

These words of wisdom seem to rekindle the interest of the Alpha Generation, the four men stepping in a little closer around their hooded advisor.

But fear not my friends, for I have devised my own plan, my own strategy. One that will un--doubtfully pay off with great success. One that will lead to the slaying of our enemies.

He interlocks his fingers and lowers his head, his face even more shadowed beneath his hood than ever. Although reluctant, the Alpha Generation listen closely.


DRUNKEN HIJINKS


There is a loud ovation at the sight of none other than Bitchcakes McPhee’s back. It is turned towards the camera while he nervously looks around, fidgeting with something that he hides in front of him. He lets out a small burp before he takes what looks like a magic marker and raises an object into the air, beginning to write on it. He now lowers the object in front of him and steps back, revealing that he was tinkering with the tumbler, the same devise that will contain all the numbers for the Rumble Bash this Sunday. He closes the trap door smoothly with a slight, devious chuckle, slurred by his inebriation.

Hey Bitchcakes!

McPhee jumps a bit and places his hand over his heart, frightened as he turns to face none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell. The slack jawed hillbilly gladly holds his hillbilly championship over his shoulder as he eyes Bitchcakes closely. He grips a jug of moonshine in his hand a collection of balloons in the other, continuing to observe Bitchcakes, who has hidden the magic marker behind his back.

Bitchcakes: I wasn’t doing anything!

The comment seems to take Eddie back a bit, as he retracts his head, confusion setting into his features.

Crazy: I didn’t say you did. I was just going to ask you if you think Desolation will like the homemade moonshine and balloons I got him to make up for our quarrel last week. Now though, you got me plum fascinated. What you be doing?

Bitchcakes shakes his head several times, refusing to spill the beans as Crazy Eddie looks around at him the tumbler. A grin slowly cuts across Eddie’s face.

Eddie: Biiiiitcchcaaakkkees, you were up to somethin’ funny with that there balls holder weren’t ya?

Bitchcakes shakes his head and forces a grin.

McPhee: Nah, your paranoid Eddie. I didn’t change all the numbers to 29 so when I picked them I’d get that spot in the Rumble Bash. I say trying to convince you of my innocence.

Eddie’s head snaps in reverse while he blinks his eyes repeatedly.

Eddie: You do realize you were just talking out loud right, and you kind of just let me in on your entire scheme?

The drunken warrior’s shoulders sink coinciding with a sigh.

Bitchcakes: Damn, I really need to learn the difference between internal and external monologue. Your not going to tell on me are ya?

Eddie scratches at his head several times as he opens the little door to the tumbler, reaching inside and taking out one of the balls as he examines it.

Eddie: Nah, I reckon I won’t spill the beans. But I have a question about this whole plot of yours. What if you weren’t the first person to drawl your number?

Bitchcakes smiles happily, and snaps his fingers.

McPhee: Well see now, that’s the genius of it. All the balls say “29" so no matter what order I pick them in, I’ll still get the number I want. In fact, we’ll all get the number “29,” meaning everyone will be happy!

Eddie: Uhhh, I’m failing to grasp this concept Bitchcakes. And besides, this isn’t the number 29, you just drew a smiley face on this one.

Eddie turns the ball enough for Bitchcakes to see the sloppy face he drew on it before McPhee slaps his face and tries to come up with an excuse.

McPhee: That’s one of them special balls.....

Even Eddie fails to buy into this concept. He shakes his head and tosses the ball over his shoulder before he looks strangely into the tumbler again. He reaches it and grabs hold of something, beginning to pull it out slowly.

Eddie: What else did you put in here?

Eddie finds himself holding up a moldy, old sock now as Bitchcakes scratches at the back of his head in embarrassment.

McPhee: Well, I kind of thought this contraction was a washing machine at first. But put it back in there, it will be a special prize for one lucky participant.

McPhee grabs the sock from Eddie and throws it inside. A look of pure confusion befalls Eddie’s face now as he shakes his head and lifts his moonshine jug into the air, generically marked with a series of triple X’s.

Eddie: Oh man, I need myself a drink after this conversation.

Eddie bites into the cork and pulls it out with his teeth before spitting it out into the tumbler. He now begins to take a drink when suddenly a Singapore cane snaps violently over his back. Eddie shouts in pain, lowering his moonshine jug before Andrew May steps into the camera’s frame. He takes the glass jug out of Eddie’s hand as Crazy turns around to face him. As soon as the Hillbilly champion does this, May blasts him in the face with the jug, shattering it into pieces around his skull. Eddie is sent crashing down to the concrete across his back before a smiling Andrew lifts his foot and places it on the sternum of the champion. A ULW:R official moves in quickly and drops down, making the count.

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3

Bitchcakes watches this in disbelief before Andrew reaches down and grabs hold of the Anarchy title, lifting it into the air before bending down smugly to stare into Eddie’s now lacerated face.

Andrew: Nice doing business with you.

Andrew thrusts the title over his shoulder and turns away from the out cold Eddie, walking off and leaving the former Champion spread out across the floor.

May: Man, that was almost too easy.

Andrew continues to chuckle while turning around.

Like taking candy from a baby.

Confusion sets into May’s face before he turns to face a steel chair that is swung violently into his skull. The crowd on the inside of the arena screams as Andrew is knocked onto his back across the concrete, none other than Jon Rich stepping into the camera’s frame. With Andrew down on the ground, Rich lifts the chair into the air and swings it down violently again into the skull of May, sandwiching it between the floor and the chair. Andrew’s body goes into convulsions as a result before Jon drops down and hooks his leg. That same ULW:R official dives into the fray and makes the count.

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3

The fans on the inside of the arena are shocked as Jon jumps to his feet and grabs the Anarchy title quickly, hoping up and down with excitement. Jon turns away from the official, looking around almost paranoid now before the ULW:R referee, sneaks up behind Rich and grabs him by the back of the tights, rolling him up into a school boy and making his own count with his free hand.

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Jon kicks out and drops onto his side before scurrying to his feet with the belt in hand and rushing off. The referee stands up and grabs the chair, taking off after him. Andrew gets to his hands and knees, crawling after Jon as well. Bitchcakes steps forward slowly, looking around and running his hand over his jaw as he stares down at all the booze spilled on the floor from the broken jug. He licks his lips and then shrugs his shoulders.

Bitchcakes: Oh well, free beer, is free beer.

McPhee drops to his knees and begins to lick the moonshine up off the floor now. He only raises his head for a moment with a repulsed expression on his face.

McPhee: Yeck, Lisol!


COMMERCIAL BREAK



X-Class Championship
Kristian Sailes Vs Bryan Kirros Vs Denile Partis


(‘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 scene of what to come through it. Sailes 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 eyes, 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 as he awaits his opponent.)

Dan Douglas:
Kristain Sailes is the first man down here, undefeated so far in the ULW and maybe the best name to come out of the X-Class division so far, arguably of course because they are all so good and close matched.

Billy Mayne:
Arguable indeed, frankly Denile Partis has been the name out of the hat for me, along with River Angelus the former SCW man has proved that shit-hole of a federation did have some talent over there and like any sensible intellect, he jumped ship to the stronger side and is already making waves because of it.

Dan Douglas:
He did do just that and rumors have it that ULW is about to make some more SCW signings, but hey, I guess that’s for another time.

("Hate Me" blares over the PA system, and as the lightning fast guitar begins, Kirros steps out from behind the curtain, a black towel over his shaved head, he walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans either side of him before he slides into the ring, looking intense all the while, as is his nature. He then looks across at Sailes and prepares for the final entrant to this match.)

Dan Douglas:
This man is the newest of the three, Bryan Kirros he got a good win of a distracted Roxas Knoxx last week and this week looks set to be a big contender for the shot at Nathan Creed at Rumble Bash for the title, but I have to wonder if that hardcore match took it out of him last week or if he can be really 100% this week

Billy Mayne:
I don’t think he is 100% at all, the man was in a brutal match that looked against him into those final seconds, to say he is going to be fine this week is a very unlikely occurrence.

Dan Douglas:
I have to agree but we can see what he has in the pot and who knows, he might surprise us all and come away with the win here today.

(The lights flicker throughout the stadium and the song ‘We're in this together’ begins to play as the lights begin to slowly flicker back on, the spot light hits upon the entrance and Denile begins to walk down towards the Ring, River Angelus beside him as Denile stops looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation, with a slap to bring him back in the game Denile walks around the ring and talks strategy with River Angelus.)

Dan Douglas:
Denile and River have firmly made themselves the most hated men in the X-Class league so far, they cheated Ward Hawn out of a win at Annihilation two weeks ago and got what they deserved earlier on in that loser leaves town match when Ward hit them with the body splash, but I won’t take anything away from Denile, as much as people hate him, he is very talented in the ring.

Billy Mayne:
Thank you, I was waiting for that to come. The guy has proven what he can do and has proven he has the ability to go all the way and if he can just win this, he has the chance to prove that against Nathan Creed at Rumble Bash.

Dan Douglas:
That’s very true, remember folks, the winner of this match WILL compete at Rumble Bash in a title match for the X-Class Championship against Nathan Creed, so a big challenge for whoever comes out on top in this triple threat match.

(As Denile talks with his manager, Kristain Sailes suddenly slides out of the ring and sprints at him from behind hitting him across the back with a huge forearm and another one and another before he grabs him by the tights and throws him into the ring, as he does Bryan Kirros just stamps on the head of Denile and again, he then picks him up in the middle of the ring and goes for an irish whip, but Denile quickly counters it and throws Bryan into the ropes, he hits them, but as he comes back at Partis, Sailes charges into Denile’s back with both arms crossed over his own chest knocking Partis to the mats hard, however Kirros keeps with his momentum off the ropes and just clotheslines Sailes to the mat instead with force!
He then walks back to Denile who is beginning to stand up and just slaps a chop across his chest to a ‘woo’ from the sold out Excel Centre in London, England, he then grabs Denile Partis by the arm and this time successfully throws him across the ring into the ropes opposite before clotheslining him as he comes back toward him with so much force and intensity, Kirros then turns to Sailes who slowly gets back up, he slams a forearm to his face and another and another knocking him back into the corner before stomping away on his mid-section, however Denile comes from behind and just slams his forearm across the back of Bryan’s head, he then hits him with some powerful right hands taking Bryan away from the corner and against the ropes, he grabs him by the arm and just throws him across the ring, no, Bryan counters and throws Denile into the ropes before charging at him as he comes back at him and hitting him with a hard elbow to the face that knocks Partis down to the mat holding his face in pain.
However as Kirros turns back to Sailes, Kristain is already re-focused on his goal and slams a boot into the midsection of Kirros, he then slams a hard forearm into the face of Bryan knocking him back into the corner before he slaps a stinging chop across the chest of Bryan and another and another, each of them getting the obligatory ‘woo’ from the fans, he then grabs the arm of Kirros and throws him across the ring with force sending him chest first into the corner, Bryan then bounces back out in a daze and right into the waiting arms of Kristain who grabs him for a back body drop, but Kirros suddenly counters and rolls over his shoulder and behind Sailes, he then leaps into the air and just dropkicks Sailes forward right between the top and middle rope and into the steel post that holds them up! Kristain just drops to the mats on the outside of the ring as Kirros stands back up, but from behind him Denile is up and slams a right hand across the back of Kirros and another and another he then turns him to face and slaps a right fist across his face knocking him back into the ropes, Denile then attempts a Irish whip, but Kirros quickly counters and sends him across the ring instead into the opposite ropes before he leaps into the air and catches Partis with a nice dropkick that takes him to the mat, instantly Denile tries to make some space and rolls onto the apron.
However as he begins to stand back up Bryan feels the adrenalin pumping and shouts something to the fans making them cheer before he runs at the ropes adjacent preparing for a springboard dropkick, however as he leaps to the middle rope Sailes appears and tugs his legs away causing him to drop back to the mat! Kristain then enters the ring and angrily drops an elbow across the head of Kirros and again, he then turns to Denile who is standing on the apron and just stomps him in the midsection before slamming a straight right hand into his face, he then steps out onto the apron with him and slugs out some more right hands, but Denile begins fighting back with some right hands of his own, the two men going back and forth on the apron front.
However Bryan Kirros is back up and just leaps to the top rope before leaping back at the head of Sailes and dropkicking his head right into the head of Denile Partis causing both men to fall off the apron mat and to the safety mats below. He just turns back to the fans, both his opponents on the floor on the outside before taunting them to cheers again, he then turns to see Sailes back up on his feet, suddenly he charges across the ring and slides feet first right into the back of Kristain, hitting him with the baseball slide that sends him flying chest first into the crowd barrier on the outside.)

Dan Douglas:
What a start to this match, Bryan Kirros has had the upper hand so far and has really showed what he can bring to the table and you know damn well that Nathan Creed is going to be watching this backstage, keeping an eye on who his opponent will be at Rumble Bash on March the 3rd.

Billy Mayne:
No doubt about that at all and I got to give Bryan credit, he is really putting on a show at the moment and I would imagine, raising a few eyebrows.

Dan Douglas:
if he can continue like this, he is without a doubt ready for his title shot at the Bash, but can he keep this going is the big question.

(Kirros just rolls out of the ring and turns to River Angelus who is sneaking up behind him, once spotted he raises his hands and backs away innocently, however Bryan turns to Denile and is just in time to block a right hand from the man before hitting him with one of his own, he then charges him with a roar, but Denile ducks low and lifts him from the hips like a flapjack but drops back and slams him face first right into the steel steps causing the fans to cringe at the impact as Bryan Kirros just rolls on the ground holding his face from the blow.
Denile then grabs Kirros by the head and lifts him to his feet before rolling him in the ring and rolling in with him, he then grabs him by the hair and stands him up before hooking his mid-section and suddenly throwing Kirros with a nice overhead belly to belly suplex that has the fans applauding how well the move was executed, he goes for the cover,
1…
2…
Suddenly Sailes re-enters the ring and grabs the leg of Denile dragging him off of the cover before lifting him to his feet and slamming him with a hard right hand that knocks Denile right back down to his knees, he then lifts him again and grabs his arm before throwing him across the ring into the ropes opposite, Partis then comes back at him but only for Sailes to roar loudly and clothesline him powerfully to the mat.
He covers,
1…
2…
NO! Kirros stamps across the back of Sailes, Kristain just stands back up but is met with some chops from Kirros that knocks him back into a corner, but suddenly Sailes comes back with a chop of his own, the two men suddenly having a chopping competition against each others chest, the two men going mad with the chops before suddenly Sailes just grabs Kirros by the head and slams him in the face with some knees to the face, but Kirros suddenly breaks the arms away from him and slams a hard European uppercut into the face of Sailes before hitting some more stingingly loud chops that send the chest of Kristian beetroot, he then turns to Denile Partis who is back up to his feet and just clothesline him to the mat, Denile is right back up and is met with some hard right hands, over and over again, the last shot taking him down to one knee, however Kirros then turns to see Sailes climbing to the top rope from the apron, he sprints across the ring and just dropkicks him in the chest to the shock of the fans as Kristain suddenly flies right across the outside of the ring and hits the announce desk powerfully hard before dropping to the mats on the outside his eyes looking gone, he looks concussed.
Kirros just shouts abuse at Sailes before turning but does so right into a big straight boot to the stomach from Denile Partis who then grabs him by the neck and throws him to the mat with a sharp snap suplex, he covers,
1…
2…
No! Kickout by Kirros.
Denile is quickly back up and just grabs the head of Kirros before slowly he picks him up, he then grabs him from behind once he gets him to his feet and just lifts him high on his shoulder before dropping him back with a nice back body drop to the mat, however as he stands back up, he sees a groggy Sailes re-enter the ring, he grabs him by the head and just lifts him slowly to his feet before going for an Irish whip, but suddenly Kristian turns back into the arm and comes back at Denile with a hard boot to the midsection bending him forward he then runs off the ropes himself adjacent to where Denile is standing and rushes back at him grabbing his head and leaping forward with both feet, kicking Kirros in the chest as he stands back up and knocking him through the ropes to the outside and dropping Denile face first into the mat with a nice bulldog!)

Dan Douglas:
Great move by Kristian Sailes and now this might be a chance for him, he has Kirro’s outside the ring and Denile is laid out on the mat, can he make the most of it.

Billy Mayne:
He has won the last two matches, this surely can’t be a clean streak for him, god damn it, River do something!

(Kristian leaps up to his feet and just shouts to the fans who are going crazy with cheers, he turns to Denile and just crouches low, waiting for him to stand back up the fans are just prepared for it, suddenly he grabs Denile as he gets to his feet and just lifts him onto his shoulders ready seemingly for a DVD, however suddenly River Angelus reaches from outside the ring and grabs the ankle of Kristian Sailes, he tries to pull away from River but the former ULW star won’t let go, his distraction suddenly allows for Denile to break free of the hold, he slides down the back of Kristian as River finally lets go, Sailes angrily shouts at Angelus, but turns realizing Denile is waiting, but he turns right into a stiff kick from Partis who then grabs him in the front gantry, ROSES (Twist of fate)!!! HE HITS IT!! Partis covers,
1…
2…
3…
The fans boo loudly as Denile Partis suddenly rolls out of the ring and stumbles off his feet to the safety mats as River runs around to him throwing his arm in the air, his music blasting through the speakers, he looks overjoyed as the man to face Nathan Creed at Rumble Bash for the X-Class Championship as an angry Bryan Kirros rolls back into the ring, his eyes set on Partis who continues to celebrate into the back, he then looks down on Sailes, seemingly disappointed at what’s happened when suddenly the lights dim in the arena and the fans look around unsure of what is happening.)

Dan Douglas:
Damn Angelus and Partis, they’ve done it again and its going to be Denile Partis Vs Nathan Creed at Rumble Bash but what’s going on now, the lights have gone out and Bryan Kirros is up on his feet in the ring here.

Billy Mayne:
No idea, but look at the purple smoke Dan!

(Purple smoke is indeed coming from the stage and is shined upon by the same colored lights leaving the Excel centre in London with an eerie feeling, Bryan is just looking up the ramp at these scenes when suddenly the sound of thunder causes fireworks to explode from each turnbuckle making Kirros leap out of his skin and walk backwards, he then rolls out of the ring quickly and jumps amongst the fans before suddenly the lights re-appear and to a huge eruption of shock from the fans Devin Washington, wrestling veteran and long time admirer of the ULW stands in the middle of the ring, Kristain Sailes between his legs, suddenly he points at Bryan and just slowly brings his finger across his throat, MR.WASHINGTON (flipping piledriver)!!!!!!! Sailes just lays in a heap as Devin stands back up and climbs the turnbuckle looking through the fans at the retreating Bryan Kirros, his eyes locked onto him as if homed straight in on the man before slowly the shot fades to the backstage area.)


THE QUEST THAT WILL NOT DIE


A very mixed reaction is heard throughout the arena as the camera opens on ULW newcomer Chris Rushmore standing backstage. He has his hand gripped over the back of his neck, and winches with pain after the beating he endured at the hands of Riggs. Standing beside him is the ever so lovely, yet incredibly gullible, Susie Moore. She stands beside Chris with a mic in hand a pleasant grin on her face, the ULW symbol screwed into the wall behind her, both of them located in the usual interview area.

Susie: Hello ladies and gentlemen, this is Susie Moore, your beautiful backstage correspondent. I can say that with all confidence, since I learned how to apply my make up this morning. Yay me!

She tries to clap but is kept from doing so thanks to the microphone. Rushmore gives her a confused glare while still holding his sore neck.

Moore: Anyway.....um, whoever you are. How does it feel to be both defeated and humiliated in your first ULW match?

Susie thrusts the microphone out in front of his face and causes Chris to retract his head to keep from getting struck in the mouth with it. He shakes his head and then speaks through grunts of pain.

Chris: Well obviously it doesn’t feel very good, but I refuse to be disrespected and used as anyone’s punching bag. I’m a wrestler dammit, a wrestler, not a whipping boy.....

Suddenly Orlando Cruze forearms Chris violently to the back of the head, sending him plummeting face first into the concrete. He crashes onto it hard as the Icon drops down beside him and repeatedly rains down forearm strikes over his back again and again. Cruze seems to have snapped as he continues to pound away at Rushmore, who doesn’t seem capable of defending himself. Susie cowers in fear, stepping back first into the ULW symbol to avoid this bloodthirsty Orlando.

Orlando: You little pissants stealing my time, stealing my opportunities! No, no, no, no more!

The flustered, infuriated Icon rises to his feet and grabs Chris around the jaw, pulling him to a standing base and taking hold of his wrist. He turns him in a circle before throwing him out of the camera’s frame violently. The crowd is booing furiously at the sight of this as Orlando seethes, at the point of implosion. With one quick motion he turns and grabs the microphone from the hand of Susie, who looks even more petrified now as Orlando steps up into her face.

Cruze: Get the hell out of here you stupid pole dancer!

Susie squeals as she takes off down the corridor, a flustered, red faced Orlando turning towards the camera. He steps up right into the lens, which is only a few inches from his animated face.

Cruze: DESOLATION! I’m tired of this game. I’m tired of you ducking me. I’m tired of you hiding behind your friends, and behind undeserving opponents. But most of all, I’m tired of your lording my title over me!

Cruze grabs the camera and pulls it forward closer to his enraged eyes, which brim with pure hostility.

Orlando: This game is going to come to an end Desolation. Oh yes, it will conclude sooner than you think. Because I will win that Rumble Bash, I will get the title match I deserve! Then, nothing, nobody, not any force on this earth, and not even the Weapon’s Lair, will stop me from taking back my gold!! You didn’t think you could hide from me forever did you, Desolation? You must have known that no matter what strings you pulled to hold me back, that eventually I’d get my title shot. That it’s my destiny to become World Heavyweight Champion again. That it’s fait that will lead your student to both take the World title from you, and end your career in one fatal swoop. I came close to doing it before Desolation, don’t think for a second I won’t finish the job.

Cruze licks his lips, salivating at the thought of defeating Desolation and winning back his title.

Cruze: Not even your chummy little pal, Hurse is going to stop me from concluding what we’ve started. HURSE! You think you can put your hands on me!?! You think you can get away with standing between me and my title? No, no. You’ve only dug yourself into a deeper grave, because we may have had some unfinished issues between the two of us, but now you’ve gone and made things for you so much worse. Just like Desolation, I’m now determined to end this issue between us, and rather the rumors of your retirement are true or not, you will not leave this building of your own accord. You will leave this arena in the same state your soul and heart is in, physically battered, beaten, and humiliated! What were you thinking Hurse? What were you thinking?

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

The crowd unleashes a huge reaction as Orlando’s shoulder is grabbed, Nathan Creed stepping into the camera’s frame. He pulls Orlando away from the camera and spins him around so that both men are face to face. Nathan is dressed for in ring competition with the X-Class title over his shoulder as he shoves Orlando violently to the chest. The force almost sends Cruze collapsing to the ground, but he quickly catches himself. Nathan seems just as irate as Orlando, who steps right up into his former best friend’s face.

Nathan: What is going through your head man! Have you absolutely lost it!?! This is no way to get your title shot!

Orlando: Why don’t you stop butting into matters that don’t involve you, before you end up in a worse state than I left you in last week, grandpa!

Spit flies from Cruze’s mouth into Creed’s eyes, but he doesn’t back down, he doesn’t even blink. Nathan just buries his nose against Orlando’s, their foreheads bunting against one another.

Creed: I’m not going to stop trying to redeem you, you twisted son of a bitch! I still believe there’s a part of your worth saving, God dammit, and I’m not going to stop until I bring you back to your former glory, back to my side!

Orlando: Hahaha, your side, your side!?! Why would I want to become a washed up loser, who can’t accomplish a single thing anymore?

Nathan’s lower lip quivers with anger as he hears this laughter from his former good friend.

Orlando: No thanks Nathan, I’m not going to become a nobody again. I’m not going to wallow in mid-card purgatory like you for the rest of my life. I’m not going to allow my actions to be dictated by you, by the staff, and especially not those puppets in the stands! Get it through your head Creed, those fans don’t make you a winner, they only hold you back, and make you the sorry loser that you are!!

Orlando storms around Creed and marches off down the corridor in a huff, leaving Nathan turning to watch him walk away. Creed is physically shaking, at the point of imploding after what he just heard from the Icon.


ONE LAST PLEA


The reaction for Desolation is simply indescribable, the crowd is going nuts once again at the sight of Desolation while he stands in the backstage corridor. He has his foot put up on top of a crate, unlacing his boots with his shirt over his shoulder, his sweaty exposed upper half visible. There is still a great deal of intensity from the Champion after the events that have unfolded this evening, concerning the Alpha Generation, Hurse, and most importantly Orlando Cruze. He looks rather on edge, ready for anyone who might pop out of the wings looking for a fight with the World Heavyweight Champion, a fight he might just be looking for.

Desolation, we need to talk....

The Dark Man turns with his fist clinched, ready to unload on anyone who might be aching for some physical brutality. However, Robin Brooks is the one he turns to. The attractive lovely lass strolls into the camera’s frame with her palms open and extended out in the direction of the World Champion. He takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes.

Desolation: Oh just lovely, another person I needed to interact with tonight. What are you here for? To offer me some warnings? To try and physically assault me in some feeble attempt to jump ahead of the pact into World title competition? Or maybe you just came back here for the five minutes of sex appeal ULW needs to pathetically earn ratings.

Robin smirks slightly before shaking her head and trying to remain absolutely serious. She reaches out and puts her hand on the tense shoulder of the World Champion, who glances down at her slender digits repeatedly. Robin pulls her hand back and slides her hand through her hair.

Robin: No, I didn’t come back here for any of those things. I came back here to ask you to please reconsider our proposal to join Project Lost Cause. As you saw earlier in the night, Hurse, even though he can be pig headed still wants to have your back. He still greatly respects you, as do I and most of the guys in the lockeroom. We don’t want to see any harm come to you. So please, please, just ignore the things Steven said to you earlier in the night, and give it some consideration.

Desolation sighs and closes his eyes as he shakes his head, before shrugging his shoulders finally.

Desolation: Sure, I’ll consider it. Okay, are you happy now?

Desolation turns back to his boot before Robin places her hand on his far cheek, turning his head to stare down at her.

Brooks: No, I don’t want to hear you say it, I want to make sure you actually consider it. You’ve got to realize Desolation, if you stand for nothing, you’ll find yourself standing alone....

Desolation bats his eyes several times before retracting his head.

Desolation: What comic book film adaptation did you get that out of?

Robin shakes her head several times before staring back up at Desolation.

Robin: Go ahead, joke. But please, weight your options before you make any decisions. We need you Desolation, and rather you want to face the facts or not, you need us too.

With that Robin turns and walks away, Desolation following her with his eyes for a second before scratching at the back of his head. He takes his foot off the crate and turns, falling seat first into the steel box behind him. He crosses his arms over his chest and rubs at his jaw, looking up at the ceiling as he seems to think about all he’s heard.

Desolation: Meh’.

With that the World Champion reaches down and grabs what appears to be the handles to his bag. He lifts it up into the air and throws the strap over his shoulder before turning and taking hold of his World title as well. He lifts that into the air and places it over his other shoulder before marching towards the exit to the building.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



AN ARMY OF ONE


The reaction from the crowd is absolutely vile as into the camera’s frame strolls none other than the Alpha Generation. Jackson Adams leads the pack of violent degenerates through the backstage corridor and towards the ring as he pulls his elbow pad up his arm. Devin, Ryan, and Too Magnificent all look twisted and frustrated as they approach the squared circle, flanking Adams for his participation in the 6 man tag just a few moments from now. The looks on all their faces is incredibly sour, very flustered and upset over the actions that have taken place throughout this evening. Adams slugs his own palm, really looking reeved up for the impending match before reaching up and rubbing at his jaw again after almost having his head superkicked from his shoulders.

AWOL: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA!!

Adams comes to an abrupt halt while the remainder of the Alpha Generation pause as well around him. All four men stare at AWOL as he strolls into the camera’s frame, followed by a huge mass of security guards, some even larger than himself. Adams steps towards him, his features twisted at the sight of the General Manager.

Adams: What the hell do you want you washed up old.....

AWOL opens his palm and sticks it in front of Jackson’s face, causing him to take a step back in disbelief over this rude gesture. The GM now points towards the rest of the Alpha Generation members.

AWOL: Security, remove their sorry assess and do it right now. Get them out of this building immediately!

Devin: WHAT!?!

The jaws of Magnificent, Mills, and Hawk have dropped, all three men looking around exasperated. Jackson backs up, shaking his head in disbelief as security walks past him and approaches his teammates.

Mills: Don’t put your fucking hands on me.

Security forms a wall between Adams and the AG, shoving them lightly back down the hallway. They comply oddly as Jackson continues to stare back and forth, running his hands through his hair in disbelief before he glares straight a smiling AWOL, who wasn’t even facing him. He finally turns to glare at the flustered AG member.

Jackson: You can’t do this, you can’t do this! I’ll have you fired!

AWOL: I don’t think so!

AWOL turns and steps into the face of Adams, who becomes quiet at the sight of the GM’s fury.

AWOL: I don’t think you’ll put up much of a resistance since you knew this punishment was impending after what happened last week. I don’t think you’ll argue with me since the rest of the Alpha Generation are not in this match and have no right to be ringside then. But I know you won’t argue with me because if you do, and you don’t go to that ring to compete, your ass is fired!

AWOL digs his finger into the sternum of Adams, who steps back, breathing heavily. Adams stands there for a minute, breathing in and out with great frustration, at the point of snapping it seems.

Adams: Ahhhhhh!!

Adams turns and kicks the wall before spinning back around and pointing into AWOL’s face, the GM not backing down.

Jackson: This isn’t over AWOL, not by a long shot!

The Alpha Generation member turns and storms away, leaving AWOL standing his ground with a sly smirk on his face. He crosses his arms over his thick sternum as Jackson marches towards the ring.


ROBIN BROOKS & NATHAN CREED & HURSE VS. THE HELL’S ANGELS & JACKSON ADAMS


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. Tim May now slowly walks from the backstage area, with a confident smirk on his face, to manage his boys. They jump back down and just turn to there opponents the two of them talking quietly to each other before the bell finally rings.

Mayne: Wow, terrific, great, it’s Demon and Trojan, joined just as odiously by Tim May. Why do any of these guys have a job? Really now? They have little talent, and Tim as their mouthpiece will get them nowhere, fast.

Douglas: Well, that’s your opinion Billy, but these guys have proven themselves worthy to be on this roster, as they hope to redefine the tag team division here in the ULW.

Billy: The only thing they’re redefining here is the term “hack.”

Dan: Clever Billy, how long did it take you to write that one?

Mayne: The better part of this week.

The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain a furious expression on his features as he rubs at the cast around his arm. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. His teeth bite bitterly into his lower lip, kicking at the ropes in frustration over the fact that his teammates were expelled from ringside by AWOL. Trojan and Demon watch on, with anger that they have to team with the AG representative. Tim shouts at them from ringside to keep their heads in the game though.

Billy: Here he is ladies and gentlemen, the only redeemable part of this team, coming to the ring with an injury and all. It brings tears to my eyes to think about how heoric this young man is. How full of courage he really is.

Douglas: Would you stop being such a jackass? Adams is a coward, and an all around bastard of a human being.

Mayne: How dare you say that. How dare you say that about an American Hero like Jackson Adams. Just listen to his people chant his name.

Dan: You can hear a pin drop in this stadium right now Billy. And besides that fact, this is England, these are not his people.

Mayne: Well, someone should force them to be more American.

The PLC theme song now hits the PA system as the crowd starts to go nuts. Flashing lights cut through the dimly lit arena, as the titantron displays various images of Nathan Creed, Robin Brooks, Isaac Saine, and Hurse from their insane encounters here in the ULW. Brooks is shown doing a flying star off the cables to the outside of the ring, while Nathan is shown forcing Adams into the Courtesy Call, before going into scenes of Hurse sitting on top of the Weapon’s Lair, holding up the World title. The final image is of a half lit Isaac Saine mask, turning disturbingly towards the camera with demented eyes. The music continues to play in the background before Nathan, Hurse, and Robin all three make their way through the curtains and the strobe lights onto the stage. Everyone is pumped at the sight of them while they march towards the ring now. The official holds the Hell’s Angels and Adams at bay before Nathan and Hurse jump onto the apron beside one another, glaring into each other’s faces sternly, obviously distrusting of one another. They both reach down and grab Robin by the wrists though and pull her up onto the apron before they jump into the air. Robin flips over the cables and onto her feet while Nathan and Hurse jump over the ropes normally at her sides.

Douglas: And here comes Project Lost Cause, three sensational athletes about to lock horns with the Hell’s Angels, and Jackson Adams. Ladies and gentlemen, this should be a tremendous main event.

Mayne: Oddly, I think Adams and the Hell’s Angels will make a more cohesive team than these idiots. They’re built on the premise of survival, yet they don’t trust one another.

The fans are flustered at the mere sight of Jackson Adams striding back and forth in the ring, shaking his head and appearing outraged by the crowd’s reaction to him. He shakes his head and stares straight at Creed across the ring, both men remembering their history against one another as they start across the ring slowly. The electricity slowly begins to build in the ring as both Adams and Creed get nose to nose, eye to eye, their foreheads bumping against one another as they bumble something under their breaths.

Douglas: And it looks like we’re starting off in this 6 man tag with Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams. Boy what a history these two have developed, with a rivalry that spawns all the way back to 2005, ladies and gentlemen.

Mayne: And throughout that rivalry, Jackson Adams has consistently handed Creed’s ass to him.

Adams and Nathan continue to grind their foreheads against one another before Creed suddenly slaps the taste right out of Jackson’s mouth. JA steps back, holding his jaw and looking stunned by the impact, almost knocked out of his boots. He now rushes forward with his cast covered arm and throws a lariat that Nathan steps out of the way of. He catches the arm of Adams and tries to force him down to the canvas into the crossface it seems. Jackson falls to a single knee with Creed trying his best to push him down to the ring and get the submission locked in on his injured arm. Jackson rolls forward though across the canvas and turns around on his knees to face Creed, reaching out and hooking his hand around the back of Nathan’s ankle. He hoists it up into the air and causes Nathan to spill onto his back before Adams dives forward and lands on his posterior at his side. He immediately wraps his arms around the neck of a laid out Nathan, applying the side headlock submission. Creed remains on his back with Jackson really holding onto that headlock pugnaciously before Nathan shows quick thinking by sliding across his back and getting his head free. He gets right behind Adams and turns around to face him on his knees, once again reaching out and grabbing the injured arm of Jackson. The fans are going nuts as Creed rests at the side of Jackson, trying to force him down off of his seat and into the submission.

Douglas: Nathan going after that so called, injured arm, immediately!

Mayne: What a no good bastard, targeting someone’s broken arm, he’s a sadist!

Jackson pushes himself up onto his feet now, still avoiding the crossface with Nathan trying his best to get it locked in. He now just steps around under the arm of the Alpha Generation member though, and places it in an arm ringer submission. Adams roars in pain before he goes into a cartwheel across the canvas, right back over onto his feet and then uses his held arm to pull Nathan forward into his shoulder. He drops back quickly into a northern lights suplex.

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Nathan wraps his arm around the neck of Jackson and rolls over sideways, pulling both men over onto their knees before Creed quickly transitions around behind the injured arm of his long time rival and applies the crossface. The entire arena is going nuts as Jackson roars from the anguish coursing through his arm, slowly raising his hand into the air as he looks prepared to tap out already. Demon enters the ring though and stomps the forehead of Creed, breaking up the crossface and causing the X-Class Champion to fall onto his back. He wraps his hands around his nose and rolls to his knees, shaking his head repeatedly after the collision. As he does this, Jackson gets to his feet and immediately steps in, clubbing Creed over the back repeatedly. He steps in reverse with demented eyes before rushing forward and blasting Nathan to the side of the face with a hard boot shot. The fans are fickled as Adams steps back, slapping his chest and appearing very pleased with himself. Nathan begins to push himself up onto his feet again when Jackson steps in and launches a boot at the side of his face. Creed avoids it by getting behind the back of Adams though and wrapping his arms around his waist. Jackson’s eyes open widely as Nathan snaps back into the German suplex, planting Adams on top of the back of his head and neck. The crowd is absolutely screaming as Creed rolls over, pulling Jackson with him and forcing him up onto his feet. Adams’ jaw is hanging agape as he reaches around, trying to find anything to block another German before finally reaching out and grabbing a hold of the referee’s shirt. Chester Princeton tries to force Adams’ grip off of his shirt before Jackson back elbows Nathan to the face. The shot causes Creed to stumble in reverse, holding his jaw as Jackson turns around, appearing furious while he charges in with a lariat. Nathan ducks it and gets behind his back though, wrapping his arms around Jackson’s waist and dropping back into another huge German suplex.

Jackson crashes hard into the canvas after the move as Creed rolls over onto his knees and drags him up to his feet yet again. Adams is desperately trying to get free of the waist lock that Nathan has him in before he reaches back and rakes the eyes of the Future. This causes Nathan to break the waist lock and stumble in reverse before Adams jumps forward and slaps the hand of Demon, who quickly rushes into the ring. He charges straight at Nathan, who is rubbing at his eyes and goes into a roaring elbow. Nathan ducks it though and gets behind his back, dropping in reverse with another huge German suplex. The fans are screaming as Demon is slammed hard into the canvas, Nathan rolling over with his arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back up to his feet and setting up for another suplex. Trojan rushes into the squared circle though at the behest of Tim May and throws a big boot at the face of Nathan. He lets go of Demon and avoids it before shifting around behind Trojan now and wrapping his arms around his waist. With a grunt he hoists Trojan into the air and drops back with a release German suplex. Everyone is hopping up and down, buzzing with excitement as Nathan rises to his feet, looking around at the crowd and nodding his head with a demented grin.

Mayne: I cannot believe this, Nathan has gone suplex crazy in the middle of the ring!

Douglas: He’s blasting everyone with those Germans! I’ve never seen Nathan this fired up before!

Trojan rolls out of the ring while Nathan stands up and turns towards Demon, who has risen to his feet, staggering around. Creed once again steps up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, going for another German suplex when Adams enters the ring and rushes up behind Creed, delivering a chop blow to the back of his knee with his cast covered arm. The shot knocks Creed onto his back while JA quickly rolls from the squared circle, vacating it. Demon turns around and spots Nathan laid out now as he jumps into the air and comes crashing down posterior first into the sternum of the X-Class Champion. Creed begins to toss and turn on the canvas as Demon steps forward across the ring, holding his aching back. He steps quickly towards Nathan and jumps into the air, placing both of his boot bottoms to the face of Nathan and dragging his heels across the forehead of the Future. Nathan sits up, placing his palm to his forehead and grimacing in pain before Demon rushes up behind him and gives the Future a punt like kick straight to the back. The shot causes Nathan to grimace in pain from the impact before Demon rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in. He jumps forward, flipping over the head of Nathan and catching him around the neck, pulling him down with a flip over reverse neckbreaker. Creed’s head hits the canvas hard as he rolls over onto his side, reaching for his neck in pain.

Demon rises to his feet and points at both Hurse and Robin standing on the apron before he bends forward and gives them an up yours taunt. Hurse begins to enter the ring but Princeton cuts him off, holding him back. A smile cuts across Demon’s face as a result while he turns towards Nathan, who is trying to rise to his feet. He steps in quickly though and wraps his arm around his neck, before pulling Creed up to his feet and then hoisting him into the air with what at first appears to be a stalling vertical suplex. Creed however shifts his weight and causes Demon to have to drop him right back down onto his feet in front of him. Demon looks shocked as Nathan steps in and lobs a knee into his gut, then does it again and again, unleashing an animalistic grunt throughout the process. Demon yells out in pain before Creed steps to his side and then rushes in, delivering a huge knee lift straight to his jaw, the Hell’s Angels member standing up and spitting something into the air. Nathan rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in before he blasts him to the throat with a vicious lariat, taking him right down to the canvas across his back. Nathan shakes his arm from the impact as he approaches Robin and Hurse, both individuals eager for a tag. Creed reaches out and slaps the hand of Robin though, which seems to upset Hurse slightly.

Douglas: Project Lost Cause is rolling here ladies and gentlemen, and now Robin Brooks has gotten the tag into this match.

Mayne: I’m not sure how wise that is. Remember, Robin didn’t fair very well last week against these guys.

Nathan steps towards Demon and grabs him around the jaw, rolling him onto his knees before grabbing him by the arm and swinging around under it. He extends the arm of Demon outward with the wrist lock when Robin steps in and kicks violently upward straight into his bicep. Demon turns away, shaking his arm repeatedly before Robin grabs hold of it and folds it around behind his back, applying the hammerlock. Demon slaps his shoulder and grinds his teeth as he tries to escape this hold, Robin applying it with all of her strength. Hurse and Creed are now standing on the apron as both men seem to be arguing amongst themselves over that tag. Demon now tries to spin out of the submission in Robin’s direction, but she releases his arm and catches him around the neck, twisting at it violently with the cravat. Demon stomps his foot and places his hand to the back of Brooks though, shoving her off across the ring in the direction of the cables. She bounces off and comes back in when Demon drops down to the canvas across his chest and stomach, Brooks jumping over top of him and continuing into the opposite cables. She bounces off of them and comes back in when Demon stands up and jumps into the air, leap frogging her. Robin runs under him and into the opposite cables before Demon lands on his feet and then falls onto his back, lifting his legs into the air for the monkey flip. Brooks avoids it though, side stepping his feet and grabbing hold of his ankle, tugging on it and pulling Demon over in reverse onto his knees. Robin steps to his side and bends forward, catching him around the neck and twisting it with the cravat yet again.

The crowd claps their hands as Brooks applies this submission once more after all the counters between the two, Demon finding himself right back in the same predicament he was in just a moment ago. He reaches up though and grabs one of the hands locked about his jaw, pulling it away from his neck and then swinging under it, countering into the arm ringer. Brooks’ arm is stretched out to her side and twisted at an insidious angle by Demon, who steps back and reaches out with his free hand, calling for a tag. Jackson slaps his hand right before Trojan could, making the large Hell’s Angels member not appear very happy. Nevertheless, Adams climbs the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope before he jumps off and comes down with the point of his elbow directly into the biceps of Brooks. The shot causes Robin to fall to her knees, reaching for her arm which Adams quickly takes a hold of. He bends it over backwards into the top wrist lock, standing at the side of the still kneeling Brooks, who appears to be in tremendous pain from the arm now. Adams looks around at the fans and nods his head, smiling over his actions while Robin tries to fight through this horrific submission by Jackson. She forces herself up onto her feet now with Adams pushing her arm over backwards over her shoulder. She lifts one leg into the air and swings it down at the canvas, giving her body some mementum as she spins her back around to face the Adam’s front side. She frees her arm in the process and wraps it around the neck of Adams, almost looking as if she’s ready for a diamond cutter. He places his hands to her spine though and pushes her off forward into the cables, Robin jumping into the air though and landing on the middle rope feet first. She springs off and turns in mid-air, connecting with a huge shin kick straight to the face of Jackson. The crowd goes mad as Adams is taken down hard to the canvas, Robin landing on her hands and knees before she pushes herself up on top of her head and flips off it onto her feet. She steps forward and tags Hurse quickly into this action, getting a loud ovation.

Douglas: Now Hurse coming into this match, Project Lost Cause behaving like a well oiled machine here, making those frequent tags.

Mayne: They’ll fall apart soon, they have to, they have to.

Adams rises to his feet in a disorientated state when Hurse rushes in and lariats him hard down to the canvas. Adams rolls over and gets back to his feet before Hurse jumps into the air and swings around with a stiff spinning heel kick straight to his face, knocking him right back down to the canvas. Adams grabs his jaw and rolls away from Hurse, who stands up, fists clinched, ready to unload. Adams puts his hands up in front of himself though, begging off while he remains on his knees. The Submission Champion stares around at the fans, who are demanding he dish out further punishment to the Alpha Generation member. Hurse nods his head and steps forward when Jackson rises to his feet and pokes him straight in the eye, doing so blatantly. The reaction from the sold out masses changes greatly as Hurse turns away from Adams, gripping his eyes in pain. A smirk befalls the face of Jackson though, as he turns to stare out over the crowd, tapping his temple and laughing hysterically before turning back towards Hurse who springs into the air and plants him to the face with a devastating dropkick. The shot knocks Adams right off of his feet and down to the canvas across his back. He rubs at his jaw in shock while Hurse stands and begins to motion for the crowd to get to their feet, all of them gladly doing so.

Robin cheers for Hurse as well, but turns to stare at Nathan, who appears indifferent to all this. She motions for him to raise his hands and celebrate as Creed rolls his eyes and dreadfully claps his hands together. Hurse turns towards Adams and motions for him to stand up now as the Alpha Generation member slowly does so, still gripping his jaw. Hurse catches him under the leg and around the neck, lifting him into the air and scoop slamming him violently down to the canvas before turning and approaching one of the turnbuckles. He begins to step up it slowly, getting to the top rope with his back aimed in the direction of the laid out Adams, the official stepping in to check on his condition. As he does this though, Adams places his foot to the thigh of the referee and shoves him sideways into the cables, causing him to hit the ropes chest first. The impact shakes the cables and causes Hurse to lose his footing, falling and racking himself on the top rope. He shouts out in pain as he reaches for his genitals, his eyes squeezing together from the anguish. Adams rushes to his feet, with the crowd still booing and steps up behind the racked Hurse, slapping him hard over the back with an open hand chop. Hurse yells out in pain as Jackson grabs him by the shoulder and pulls his upper half down so that he is hanging in the tree of woe. The Hell’s Angels and Tim May shout for Adams to brutalize him as Jackson steps to the side of the upside down Hurse and places his foot to his throat. He pushes down on it, choking the life out of the Submission Champion.

Princeton steps in and starts a five count before Adams takes his foot out of Hurse’s throat, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his upper body upwards a bit. He does this so that he can wrap his arm around the neck of Hurse and repeatedly lob forearms downward into his sternum, again, and again, and again. He now drops the head of Hurse and allows him to hang upside down in the precarious position, Jackson approaching Trojan and tagging him into the match. As Trojan enters, Adams slaps him hard on the shoulder and points at Hurse, shouting instructions on him that the Hell’s Angels member doesn’t seem to want to listen to. He steps quickly to the center of the ring and spins around towards the hanging Hurse before rushing in and jumping into the air, connecting with a hesitation dropkick straight to the face of the Submission Champion. The crowd groans the impact as Hurse falls off the turnbuckle, landing on the canvas and rolling back and forth, his hands covering his battered face.

Douglas: Thanks to Adams pushing the official into the cables, it looks like Jackson and the Hell’s Angels have got this match in the palm of their hand now.

Mayne: The mistake on the part of Project Lost Cause was tagging in this over achiever, Hurse.

Hurse rolls across the canvas with his head ending up under the ropes and over the apron. Trojan stands up and grabs him by the legs, lifting them into the air and placing them under his arm pits before dropping backwards. He catapults Hurse’s neck upward straight into the bottom rope, causing it to whiplash off and for the back of his head to crash hard into the apron. Hurse wraps his hands around his noggin, rolling across the canvas as Trojan scoots across his knees and pushes the PLC member over onto his back. He falls into the cover, burying his forearm into the throat of Hurse.

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Hurse gets his shoulder up, sitting up on the canvas as Trojan gets to his feet and lifts the point of his elbow into the air, dropping it down into the trapezium muscle. Hurse yells in pain as Trojan now rests on his knees behind his back, digging the elbow in deeper and deeper into the muscle where the shoulder connects with the neck. He seems to be grinding it in brutally as he takes hold of his wrist and pushes down on the arm, really digging it into the muscle. Hurse is yelling in even greater pain as a result before Trojan stands up and wraps his hand around the jaw of the Submission Champion. He pulls his head back and begins to lob repeated forearm strikes over his sternum, again, and again, and again. The strikes are absolutely brutal and cause the crowd to groan as Trojan grabs the hair of Hurse and sits him up straight before remarkably jumping into the air and dropkicking him hard straight to the back of the neck. Hurse wraps his hands around his head and rolls across the canvas while Trojan rises to his knees then gets to his feet, quickly approaching Demon and slapping his hand. Demon rushes into the ring and steps up beside Hurse who is in a crawling base. He points out to both sides at the fans, motioning for them to get up as all they do is respond with boos. As soon as they do so, Demon acts on cue and drops a quick leg across the back of Hurse’s neck, knocking him right back down to the canvas. As soon as this is done, Demon gets to his feet and steps over the back of Hurse, reaching down and grabbing him around the jaw. He pulls him up and places him in the camel clutch now, Demon appearing determined to force the submission as he rears as far back on the head as humanly possible. Hurse is shouting put in pain, but his painful roars are becoming weaker and weaker the more he is worked over by the Hell’s Angels and Jackson Adams.

Robin shouts for him to get up, slapping the apron and demanding that he does so, her energy beginning to feed Hurse as he rises to his knees. As soon as he does, Demon jumps into the air and comes down posterior first right onto his lower back, knocking him straight down to the canvas yet again. He starts to push himself back to a crawling base though before Demon jumps forward onto the canvas in front of him and charges into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps forward with a stiff front dropkick to the face of the Master of Control. The crowd groans the impact as Hurse rolls onto his spine, wrapping his hands around his face and kicking his legs.

Mayne: These guys are just wearing down Hurse, and gasp, it seems like Tim May’s hand picked lackies are actually showing a small degree of wrestling talent.

Douglas: I’m not surprised, these guys are some tremendous talents, but like you, I agree they should have teamed with a much less annoying, pompous wind bag in Tim May.

The pain on Hurse’s face is still very intense as Demon steps up behind him and grabs him around the neck, sitting him up once again. While in the seated position, Demon drops a knee into his back, then stands up and connects with another knee to that same area which was targeted last week by Nathan Creed. He drops another knee into the spine, and another, and another, holding Hurse’s shoulders the entire time. He now grabs Hurse around the neck and rolls him onto his knees before forcing him to his feet and backing into his corner. Trojan reaches out and slaps his shoulder, stepping over the cables into the ring before he wraps his arms around the neck of Hurse, taking Demon’s place. He launches a knee upward into the prone face of Hurse, and then does it again, and again, each shot more violent than the last, and almost cracking the skull of the Submission Champion. He finally breaks the grip around the neck though and rushes back first into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in as he catches Hurse around the neck, connecting with a huge swinging neckbreaker. Hurse crashes into the canvas and sits up, holding the back of his neck now as Trojan rises to his knees and calls for the crowd to get up. They all boo him furiously while Trojan stares up at the rafters and runs his hands through his hair, smirking widely. Hurse is down on the canvas, looking to be in tremendous pain before Trojan steps towards Adams and slaps his hand, officially tagging him into the match. Adams begins to pivot between feet while shadow boxing to the crowd’s dismay, Hurse starting to push himself up to his feet. His body is absolutely aching from head to toe before Adams kisses his knuckle and steps in, slugging him hard across the face and knocking him down to the canvas across his back.

Jackson spins in circles, still shadow boxing and pivoting between feet while the crowd unloads on him verbally. He rolls his eyes and grabs Hurse’s hair, sitting him up on the canvas and then dropping down behind his back. He sticks his legs out and wraps them both around his waist, applying a reverse body scissors. He really squeezes his legs tightly around the mid-section of the Submission Champion, causing him to roar at the top of his lungs. He tries to force the legs apart but can’t as Adams crosses his hands behind his head and then lies on his back, yawning. Hurse is wailing out in anguish before the official drops down and slaps the canvas, Adams lying on the back of his shoulders.

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Adams sits up with shock in his eyes, beginning to yell at the official before Hurse drops over sideways, pulling Jackson with him in the direction. Hurse wraps his arms around the legs of Adams and pulls them apart from around his waist, while pulling him onto his chest and stomach. Hurse steps over the back of Adams and pulls his legs up under his armpits, switching into the Legend Lock. The entire arena is going nuts, everyone jumping for joy as Hurse gets it perfectly locked on, Adams wailing at the top of his lungs as he tries to fight through the pain. Suddenly Trojan and Demon enter the ring though. Trojan steps up behind Hurse and wraps his arms around his waist from behind in a German position when Demon steps up in front of Parkwood and superkicks him straight to the jaw. Trojan drops back, German suplexing Hurse over onto the canvas throughout the process, planting him across the back of his head and shoulders before he rolls onto his knees. He has a very dazed expression on his face before he collapses into the canvas once again.

Douglas: Hurse with a brief glimmer of hope, before he was taken out with that double team move by the Hell’s Angels. He just keeps getting shut down in this match.

Mayne: Of course he does. If there’s a force worse than the Hell’s Angels in the ULW, it’s got to be Hurse.

Hurse holds his jaw as he rolls onto his back, Jackson standing up and shoving his teammates, demanding they exit the ring before he scrambles into the cover on the Submission Champion. He drops down and hooks his leg quickly while Trojan and Demon leave the ring slowly, grimacing in anger as they do so. The official drops down and makes the count.

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Hurse gets his shoulder up, sitting up on the canvas when Adams grabs him by both arms. He pulls them around the neck of Hurse, placing him in a cobra clutch while burying his knee into the spine of the Submission Champion. Hurse roars in anguish as Jackson applies the submission picture perfectly. His knee really grinds into the back of Hurse while he rears in reverse on the neck with all of his strength. The official steps in and bends down, asking Hurse if he’ll submit as the Submission Champion shakes his head “no” refusing to do so but slowly fading, his strength leaving his body, his will to survive abandoning him. Jackson really pulls in reverse on the throat and head of Hurse who has sweat streaming down his body while Robin begins to slap the top turnbuckle pad repeatedly, trying to rally the crowd behind him. The fans slap the barricades and stomp their feet, clapping their hands and screaming for Hurse to get out of this submission. He begins to push himself up onto his feet now, Hurse feeding off of this energy as he slowly progresses upward to his feet. Jackson takes his knee away from the spine of Hurse and keeps him in the cobra clutch though, really applying the hold. Hurse finally gets to a standing base before he begins to turn around out of the cobra clutch. He gets one arm free but Jackson has the other as the Submission Champ turns towards Jackson and is pulled by his still gripped wrist right into a vicious lariat. Hurse is taken down hard to the canvas with Adams landing on his hands and knees directly beside him, taking several deep breaths.

Robin screams for Hurse to get up as Jackson crawls into the cover on him again.

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Hurse yet again gets his shoulder up, Jackson rising to his knees and shouting in anger at the official. He stands up now and grabs Hurse by the hair, his hands slipping into his sweaty locks and rolling him onto his knees. He drags him up to his feet and pulls him towards his corner. Hurse falls to his knees, barely able to stand before Adams turns, still holding him by the hair and beginning to drill him repeatedly to the face with hard right hands. The shots almost knock Hurse down to the canvas before Adams turns and slaps the hand of Demon, tagging him back into his match. Tim May shouts viciously at Demon to stay on Hurse as the Hell’s Angels member steps up in front of his opponent. He takes hold of the hair of Hurse and begins to slug him repeatedly in the face, just like Jackson was doing a few moments ago. Adams slides back onto the apron, with a smirk on his face as he pats Trojan on the shoulder. The big man gives him an evil eye as Jackson becomes unsure of himself and steps away a bit.

Demon continues to wail on the face of Hurse repeatedly before dragging him to his feet by his bangs. He drags his head between his legs now and signals for what appears to be the Styles Clash. The crowd reacts with disgust as Demon reaches down and wraps his arms around the waist of Hurse, hoisting him up into the air when the Submission Champion pushes himself up and onto the shoulders of the Hell’s Angels member. He begins to drill the face of Demon repeatedly, trying to get out of this predicament before he pushes himself over the head of the Hell’s Angels member. He slips over his back and wraps his arms around his waist, rolling him up into the sunset flip.

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Demon rolls over backwards onto his feet as Hurse sits up. He rushes forward and absolutely kills Hurse with a deadly boot shot right to the face. Hurse falls onto his back, looking incontent as Demon turns and falls into the cover.

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The crowd is screaming before Hurse kicks out again, turning onto his side in a very dazed state. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head as Demon stands up and begins to push lightly on the back of his head with the bottom of his boot.

Mayne: The Hell’s Angels just toying with Hurse now. Surprisingly they have him exactly where they want him.

Douglas: Why don’t they just finish this off already, quit trying to end the man’s career for crying out loud.

Billy: For once, the Hell’s Angels are actually amusing me. They’re like a big cat toying with a small mouse.

Hurse can barely get to his hands and knees after all the stiff impacts as Demon grabs Hurse around the neck and places him in a front gantry, reaching out and slapping the hand of Trojan. Trojan quickly enters the ring and steps in front of Hurse, slapping on a front gantry and hoisting him up onto his feet. He lifts him into the air and holds him in a suplex position as Demon rubs his hands together and charges into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in before going for the knife edge chop, brainbuster combination when Hurse floats over the shoulder of Trojan. He lands on his feet behind his back and shove the big man forward straight into Demon. Both men bump against one another and stumble backwards before Hurse dives across the ring and slaps the hand of Nathan Creed. The fans are going nuts as Nathan enters the squared circle and rushes straight at Demon, who turns to face him first. He drills him with a hard lariat that knocks him into a corkscrew. Creed turns his side towards Trojan who steps forward before blasting him brutally across the sternum with a chop. Trojan is knocked down to the canvas, rolling over onto his knees in shock by the impact. Creed turns around when Jackson rushes into the ring only for Nathan to hunch over and catch him knees first against his shoulder. He throws Jackson high into the air before he comes crashing down into the canvas with the back drop.

The crowd screams at the sight of the air time Adams go as Demon stands up and rushes at Nathan with a pump kick. Creed side steps it and catches him around the leg and the back of the neck, hoisting Demon into the air and planting him with a brutal back breaker across his knee. The capture back breaker causes Demon to flop into the air and drop onto his back before Trojan stands, holding his chest and backing into Creed. Nathan catches him under one arm and hoists him into the air before turning and dropping him back first across his knee with the half nelson back breaker. Trojan rolls off of him with the fans still going nuts. Creed turns towards Adams now who rushes in with a lariat. Nathan ducks it, getting around behind his back and wrapping his arms around his waist, setting for the German only for Jackson to back elbow him to the face and break free of the attempt. He now rushes into the cables in front of Nathan, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps into the air and reaches back with his legs. He wraps them around the waist of Creed and pushes himself off his palms up into the air, going for a wheelbarrow type move as he reaches back with his arm. Creed catches it and hooks it though, hoisting Adams into the air and countering into a huge half nelson back breaker. Jackson rolls across the canvas, arching his spine and yelling in pain as Nathan spins around, slapping his chest repeatedly.

Dan: Nathan is absolutely on fire, he just hit three brutal back breakers in a row.

Mayne: Who does he think he is, Roderick Strong?

The crowd is going nuts as Creed turns his back to a down Trojan, Robin rushing into the ring and bending forward. Creed wraps his arm around her neck and hoists her into the air in a suplex position before he lets her go. She flips over his shoulder and goes into a 450 splash right on top of Trojan behind the back of Nathan. Everyone is going nuts as Robin gets to her feet and turns towards Nathan, sticking her foot out as Creed interlocks his hands and sticks them out. Brooks puts her foot in the palms of Creed as he lifts her leg into the air and causes her to flip over backwards with a moonsault on top of Trojan now. She rolls off of him before Creed drops into the cover, hooking his leg.

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Demon quickly rushes across the ring and jumps into the air, double stomping the back of Nathan. He jumps off of his spine as Creed rolls across the ring, reaching for his spine. Demon turns towards Brooks who rises to her feet and charges in, jumping into the air. She lands on the shoulders of Demon and turns her back towards the cables, falling into them posterior first and then tumbling over them with a hurricarana, pulling the Hell’s Angels member over the cables to the outside of the ring. They both tumble to the outside mats with the crowd going nuts, while Nathan forces himself up onto his feet, barely able to stand. He rushes straight at the rising Trojan though who suddenly catches Creed coming in, shoving him up into the air and delivering a brutal spinebuster. Creed is planted viciously into the canvas while Trojan backs up into the corner. As he leans on it for support, Hurse rushes across the ring and dives into the air, delivering a heat seeker dropkick right into the mush of Trojan. The shot knocks him off of his feet and onto his posterior as Hurse rises to his feet, spinning around to face Adams who kicks him to the gut and hooks his arms. He hoists Hurse into the air and swings around, delivering the Angels Wings. Hurse is planted hard face first into the canvas before he drops onto his back, the fans cheering loudly while Adams falls onto his back, appearing worn out. Suddenly Robin springs onto the apron and then jumps to the top rope. He springs off of it and flips through the air, connecting with a springboard shooting star press right on top of Adams. Jackson goes into convulsions while Robin rolls away from the Alpha Generation member holding her ribs. Everyone in the arena is going nuts at the sight of all these huge moves being hit one after the other.

Robin begins to rise to her feet when Demon enters the ring in front of her and rushes across the squared circle. He catches Brooks around the waist and jumps into the air, connecting with the flip over piledriver, hitting the End of Days. Robin bounces from the canvas head first and lands on her feet, staggering before she Flair Flops right down into the canvas. The fans are giving all this fast paced action a standing ovation.

Douglas: What insanity here ladies and gentlemen, what fast paced crazed action between both of these teams.

Mayne: No one getting a decisive advantage in this intense exchange of finishers.

A standing ovation is given for the action in the ring as a “UL-Dub” chant commences. Everyone is laid out on the canvas, barely moving with sweat racing down their features. Creed is the first to begin stirring, as is Demon. Both men get to their feet when Creed steps in and blasts Demon to the jaw. Demon is knocked to his knees before he dives forward and drives his forehead into Creed’s gut. The shot causes him to stand up straight before Demon gets to his feet and places Creed in the front gantry, Trojan standing up behind him in the corner. Creed wraps his arms around the neck of Demon though, charging him backwards right into Trojan. Both men crash into each other while Adams rolls to the outside of the ring, approaching the time keeper and grabbing hold of X-Class title. He forces it out of the grips of the time keeper while turning towards the ring, almost falling over several times. Demon still has Nathan in the front gantry though as he steps forward, pushing Creed backwards and then hoisting him into the air. He has him in a vertical suplex position before dropping him over backwards with his legs landing on top of Trojan’s shoulders. Demon is still holding him by the back of the neck as Trojan marches up the turnbuckle in reverse and steps onto the middle rope. He now dives off, powerbombing Nathan down to the canvas while Demon connects with the reverse neckbreaker. The crowd reacts in shock as Nathan bounces off the canvas and rolls across the ring, spilling under the mats to the outside. He seems out of it as Tim May jumps up and down, shouting for the Hell’s Angels to stay on Creed, to keep beating him down. Both Trojan and Demon roll under the ropes and storm upon Creed, beginning to stomp away at him repeatedly. In the meanwhile, Robin gets to her feet on the inside of the ring, holding the back of her neck as she glares at the Hell’s Angels on the outside of the ring. Hurse rolls towards the ropes, getting to a crawling base with his side pressed to the cables. Brooks charges in now, stepping off the back of Hurse and jumping onto the top rope before she springs off and goes into the shooting star press. Both Hell’s Angels turn when Robin comes crashing down straight on top of them. The entire arena is getting to it’s feet, all of them going nuts at the sight of this.

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

Robin rolls across the mats, holding her gut while Trojan and Demon try to get to their feet. Hurse stands up in the ring now while Jackson enters the ring with his back turned towards the Submission Champion. Hurse steps in quickly and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike before he grabs him around the neck, setting up for the Shellshock. Adams suddenly spins around though and blasts the side of Hurse’s face with the X-Class title. The crowd screams out in anger as Hurse collapses onto his back, grabbing his face. The official turns and calls for the bell.

Douglas: Oh dammit! I can’t believe this!! Adams just cracked Hurse to the face with Nathan’s title, and now this tremendous 6 man tag is being thrown out!!

Mayne: Adams had his reasoning for this! Believe me he did. Probably didn’t want to team with these damn Hell’s Angels anymore!

Adams turns towards the referee and cracks him in the face with the X-Class title now as well, taking him down to the canvas. Jackson now spits on the belt and throws it down while the Hell’s Angels have overcome Brooks on the outside of the ring, rolling her back in and entering, they storm upon her while Adams stomps at Hurse repeatedly, who tries to crawl into his corner. Nathan slides into the ring behind the Hell’s Angels, looking exhausted as well.

Douglas: And now all hell is breaking lose in the ring! Was this assault planned?

Mayne: Of course it was. They don’t care about winning, they just want to beat the shit out of Project Lost Cause.

The bell continues to sound in the background as the Hell’s Angels stomp away at Robin Brooks. Jackson is in the corner, choking Hurse with his boot placed to his carotid artery. Creed gets to his feet though and looks around at both of his teammates being assaulted before he rushes up behind the Hell’s Angels, beginning to blast them both over their backs with forearm strikes. Demon spins around as Nathan drills him to the side of the face with right hands. Robin begins to battle back, driving the top of her head into the gut of Trojan and then standing up and blasting him to the jaw with a European Uppercut. Hurse is getting to his feet when he drives an elbow into the gut of Adams, and then chops him across the chest. He grabs him by the hair and begins to slug him in the face repeatedly. The crowd is excited at the sight of PLC fighting back against the Hell’s Angels and Adams. Tim can’t believe this on the outside of the ring when suddenly Orlando Cruze slides into the ring behind Hurse. He rushes in and blasts the Submission Champion over the back with a hard forearm strike. Hurse is knocked down to his hands and knees while Adams begins to stomp at him, Orlando now doing the same, getting some payback for earlier in the night.

Douglas: Oh no, Cruze coming out here and assaulting Hurse! Getting back at h im for what happened in the show earlier this evening!

Mayne: Good, make that son of a bitch suffer for putting his hands on you earlier in the night, Cruze!

Orlando and Adams continue to stomp away at Hurse while Cruze points to himself and shouts in anger.

Cruze: You never touch me, you never put your hands on me!

Hurse is still stomped away at by both men but Robin and Creed are still battling back against the Hell’s Angels. Suddenly Too Magnificent, Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills jump the barricade, rushing at the squared circle and sliding in quickly.

Dan: Wait a minute, what the hell are the Alpha Generation members doing here!?! I thought they were kicked out of the building!

Too Magnificent rushes up behind Creed and lariats him to the back of the neck. He’s knocked to a kneeling base while Mag begins to stomp him to the back of the head. Ryan chop blocks Robin to the back of the leg, cutting it out beneath her as she falls onto her back. Devin steps to her side and begins to stomp at her repeatedly, Mills getting up and doing the same to his former friend. The Hell’s Angels step back in and join in on the assault upon Project Lost Cause.

Douglas: What chaos, what absolute chaos out here, Project Lost Cause is being completely decimated by Orlando Cruze, the Hell’s Angels, and the Alpha Generation!

Mayne: Say goodbye to PLC baby, hahaha.

Hurse is pulled up onto his seat as Too Magnificent steps towards him and removes his boot lace all the while. He wraps it around the neck of Hurse and begins to strangle him violently, with the Submission Champion gagging and gasping for life. Robin is being held up by Devin as Demon slugs her repeatedly to the face, Mills doing the same. Creed is backed into a corner and getting stomped to the gut by Trojan and Jackson Adams now. All hope seems to be lost when suddenly, Desolation’s entrance music hits the PA system. Everyone in the arena explodes into cheers as everyone in the ring looks up at the ramp.

Mayne: Oh no, no, no, no.....not this, anything but this.

The fans absolutely erupt as Desolation slides into the ring with a steel chair behind the backs of everyone in the ring. Too Magnificent turns and gets a chair shot right between the eyes, taking him down to the canvas before Desolation turns towards Demon. The Hell’s Angels member gets the same swift chair shot to the skull, knocking him down to the ring.

Douglas: Desolation has hit the ring, and he’s taking it to absolutely everyone in sight!

Mayne: Somebody stop this madman!

The crowd is still jumping for joy as Jackson Adams rushes at Desolation only to receive a chair shot to the skull as well. He’s taken down to the ring as Hurse, Robin and Creed begin to rally back now into the battle. Creed begins to fight with Trojan, knocking him backwards with chops while Hurse and Orlando begins to duke it out. Desolation turns with the chair now and drives it across the skull of Trojan, who was turned around by a chop to the chest. The shot causes his eyes to roll to the back of his eyes before Nathan grabs him by the back of the head and charges him at the cables, throwing him over to the outside of the ring. Both of Trojan’s feet hit the mats as if he were just eliminated from the rumble Bash. Robin is struck to the jaw with a hard shot from Mills who then goes for a lariat on her. Brooks ducks it and gets behind her former friend’s back as Mills turns around, receiving a stiff superkick under the jaw. Mills is knocked backwards into the cables, causing him to spill over them to the outside like he were just eliminated. Orlando kicks Hurse to the testicles now and pushes him towards Desolation, the Champion turning around and about to swing the chair into his skull before stopping. Cruze jumps through the cables, seeing that he might be out numbered as he drops onto the mats and backs away with a grin on his face. Desolation and Hurse continue to eye one another when Jackson Adams and Magnificent both rush at them. They turn and begin to drill both men to their faces with right hands before they connecting with another shot that knocks them back first into the cables. They jump into the air and dropkick both men, knocking Magnificent and Adams over the cables to the outside of the ring. Both men’s feet hit the mats while Demon rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring as well, backing up with a surprised expression on his face as he rubs at the top of his skull. Tim steps towards him and pats Demon on the shoulder, pointing and shouting at the ring.

Orlando, the Hell’s Angels, and the Alpha Generation all back up the ramp slowly now, pointing and shouting at those in the ring as Robin, Nathan, and Hurse all stare at Desolation now. The World Champion slowly eyes all three Project Lost Cause members, his eyebrow raised. Hurse slowly extends his hand outward now, looking for a shake with everyone standing in the sea of humanity before Desolation sighs and takes hold of the Submission Champion’s palm. They shake hands to a massive reaction from the crowd.

Dan: What a shocking turn of events here to close out the last Annihilation before the Rumble Bash. Desolation has finally stood for something tonight. He has taken it to the tyranny of the Alpha Generation, and Cruze, and it seems that he’s sided with Project Lost Cause!

Mayne: Tell me this can’t be, tell me this can’t be! Hurse, Robin, and Creed have finally gotten Desolation to stand for something.

The crowd is still going nuts as Orlando seethes on the ramp, as do the Hell’s Angels, and the Alpha Generation, everyone backing up the ramps in frustration over what they’re seeing. The last image in the ring is that of Project Lost Cause, and Desolation standing tall, and standing together.

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