ANNIHILATION


Fireworks explode from all the rafters and the stage, sending golden sparkles flying throughout the air and causing the crowd to go nuts. The camera’s pan over them repeatedly throughout the process. Everyone very eager over the start of this show.

CHAAAAAPPPPPEEELLLLL!!!!

The camera switches immediately to the ring though as the lights raise to reveal none other than the Livewire Champion himself Isaac Saine. He marches back and forth, appearing to have completely lost his mind, absolutely snapped as the belt hangs from his hand a microphone is clutched in his opposite palm.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Dan Douglas, joined by Billy Mayne for our next edition of Annihilation, and as you can see we’re not waiting very long to get straight into the chaos that should be this telecast.

Billy Mayne: Isaac has been marching back and forth in that ring even before this show could get started, even before the local jobbers finished putting the ring together. He is absolutely fuming over what happened at the Rumble Bash when Chapel laid him out with a chair shot and eliminated him from contention and a possible shot at the World Heavyweight title.

Dan: And believe me, it’s never a good thing when Isaac snaps.

Saine is absolutely fuming as he breaths heavily through his mask, still marching back and forth with the microphone gripped tightly in his trembling hand.

Saine: Chapel, I know you’re here you son of a bitch! I know your lurking somewhere in the back, waiting to strike! So I say why wait? I say bring your fucking ass out here and let’s settle this like a couple of men!!

The crowd puts their hands together, frothing at the mouth over the possibility of seeing this blood issue between Chapel and Isaac come to a heading here tonight. Saine is still shaking as he’s lost all control of his nerves, running his hands through his hair throughout the process.

Isaac: You want to attack me from behind!?! You want to ruin my dreams? Well I say now is your chance to handle this thing like a man for a change! To grow a dick and come out here and face me!!!

Isaac rips out part of his hair and begins to punch himself over and over again in the forehead before he tumbles to his knees. He rocks back and forth still gripping a hand full of the hair he’s torn from his scalp.

Douglas: Thank God that Chapel was banned from the building tonight, due to his actions at the Rumble Bash. Because I don’t know how smart it would be for Chapel to come out here right now.

Mayne: I agree. This whole building would be torn apart.

The furious Isaac continues to shake still gripping his hair before he stands, wide eyes glaring at the entrance ramp.

Saine: I said bring your ass out here, and do it now! No more waiting for the repercussions of your actions! Let’s settle this, let’s end it with no rules, no restrictions, and let’s end it right.....

The Man that You Fear hits the PA system and causes the crowd to rise to it’s feet, going absolutely insane with both boos and cheers.

Douglas: Oh no, not this. Not Saul.

Mayne: They’re scheduled to face each other tonight Dan. But I don’t think we’re going to have to wait to see this battle.

The reaction from the crowd just gets louder as through the curtains strides the monster, the devil himself, Saul. A steel chair is clutched in his hand as he marches out onto the stage, head lowered and eyes filled with dementia. A half, crooked smile resides on his face as he steps onto the stage with a microphone gripped in his other hand. Isaac seems to be seething over this interruption, over the fact that anybody but Chapel just came from the back.

Saul: Sorry to cut into your fun here Isaac, hahahaha, but did I just hear you say you want a match with no rules, with restrictions?

With wide, furious eyes Isaac nods slowly, causing the grin on Saul’s face to grow wider.

Saul: Well even though I have other things in store for tonight; this sounds like it would be right up my alley. So I say to hell with Chapel, if you want a bloodbath, you’ve got it!

Isaac stands as Saul points at him with the chair.

Saine: Fine, then for the next couple of minutes, your Chapel!

Saine drops the mic and his title, rolling to the outside of the ring and under the cables with the fans going nuts. He charges straight up the ramp with Saul rushing forward after him.

Dan: Oh my, we’re starting this show off with a bang Billy!

Mayne: Someone get 911 on speed dial.


ISAAC SAINE VS. SAUL: NO HOLDS BARRED


The crowd is slapping the barricades as the bell chimes in the background, Isaac and Saul meeting on the half way part of the ramp and coming to blows with one another. Saul drops his chair and begins to strike Isaac across the chin several times while Sain returns with shots of his own to the skull of his monstrous opposition. Saul is backed up from the blows by a deranged Isaac before he responds with an open hand chop to the sternum of the Psychotic One. The shot makes Isaac bend forward and cover his sternum before Saul grabs him by the hair and slugs him to the side of the face, and then clubs him over the back. Isaac turns away from Saul who reaches down and grabs the chair off the canvas. He raises it above his head when Saine kicks him hard to the gut, bending him forward and then driving the top of his elbow over the back of Saul’s head. The giant is almost taken down to his knees before Isaac places him in a side headlock and begins to drag him towards the ring. Without warning though, Saul places his hands to the Livewire Champion’s back and shoves him off, straight into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Isaac bashes into it chest and face first before turning and falling spine first into the barricade.

Douglas: I cannot believe the chaotic start this show is getting off to Billy! I never thought we’d start this telecast with a no rules match between Saine and Saul.

Mayne: I have a feeling this is going to be a night full of surprises Dan.

Isaac leans back first against the barricade before Saul grins and rushes straight at him with a huge burst of speed. Suddenly Isaac bends forward though and catches Saul coming in, back dropping him over the barricade and sending the giant collapsing back first onto the first row of empty chairs. The crowd moves out of the way as their chairs bend and break violently under Saul’s massive body. He finally crashes onto the concrete before rolling over to his side, yelling in tremendous pain. Isaac reaches over the barricade and grabs one of the bent up chairs before lifting it into the air and throwing it with great force into the top of Saul’s head. The impact causes the fans to groan and for Saul’s eyes to roll to the back of his head before he tumbles onto his spine, lying sideways parallel to the barricade. The official, Stuart Wright tries to step in and pull Saine back only for Isaac to finally shove him and turn towards the ring. He climbs up onto the apron before turning around to face Saul who is using one of the chairs to push himself to his feet. Isaac looks around at the fans before he runs across the apron and jumps over the outside mats, over the barricade, soaring straight at Saul. The monster stands up and throws a chair violently into Isaac’s face though, causing him to collapse onto his back across the concrete floor. The fans are screaming as a result while Saul stumbles in reverse, holding his back throughout the process.

Billy: Isaac went for it all and received nothing. Unless of course you count a steel chair to the face.

Douglas: What a violent way to kick start Annihilation.

Isaac rolls across the concrete holding his face Saul grabs another chair from the front row and places it on top of Saine’s spine. He pulls the Livewire Champion to his feet and scoops him up into the air with the chair still pressed against his back. Saul turns and scoop slams Isaac down onto the concrete and the chair, causing the Psychotic One to convulse in anguish. Saul steps to his side and grabs a handful of his hair before beginning to slug him to the face repeatedly. The fans are still going nuts over all of this as Saul drags Isaac up to his feet, the near seven foot goliath then grabbing a hold of his throat. Screams can be heard as Saul prepares to chokeslam Saine onto the exposed concrete only for Isaac to kick the behemoth straight to the testicles. Saul bends forward, grabbing his gentiles as Isaac moves in and slugs him to the face, then does it again. Saul is sent staggering backwards until Isaac bends forward and chops stiffly upwards into his chest. The strike causes Saul to turn away from Isaac when the Livewire Champion rushes in and blasts him over the back with a clubbing forearm strike. Saul it sent charging forward into the barricade and spilling over it to the outside mats. With this brief opening, Isaac takes a second to hold his head and regain his senses but keeps moving towards his demonic opposition.

He steps over the barricade, getting to ringside when Saul stands up and rushes forward, burying his shoulder into Isaac’s gut and driving him spine first into the steel plates of the barrier. Isaac yells out in pain before Saul turns him around with his shoulder still buried to his gut and rushes him spine first into the apron. Saine yells out in anguish before Saul steps back and grabs him around the top of the head. He turns him towards the ring and rolls him under the ropes to the inside before spinning around and grabbing the outside mats. Saul begins to rip at them, pulling away the protective barrier and starting to reveal the concrete beneath. After a second he has a good portion of the floor revealed when Isaac stands up and rushes across the ring, going for what appears to be a suicide dive. Saul spots him at the last second and bends forward though to avoid it only for Isaac to instead slide through the top and middle rope quickly, getting onto the apron and then dropping off. He rushes forward and catches Saul around the neck then pulls him around with a swinging neckbreaker onto the exposed concrete. The fans rejoice in disbelief over what they just witnessed while both Saine and Saul lie on the exposed floor.

Douglas: A swinging neckbreaker onto concrete by Isaac Saine!

Mayne: If anyone can take this type of punishment though it would be Saul. After all, remember everything he went through in the Rumble Bash to make it to the final three.

Dan: Indeed, much like Saine this man is a glutton for punishment.

Mayne: I think they call that Sadomasochism.

Saul grips the back of his head while sitting up, grimacing in pain while the Livewire Champion rises to his feet behind him. He takes Saul around the chin and drags him to his feet before rolling him into the ring under the cables. With Saul predisposed and recuperating, Isaac reaches under the ring and grabs a table. There is a loud reaction from the crowd as Saine drags the table out quickly and lifts it into the air, sliding it in under the cables. He begins to rise onto the apron now when Saul steps in and throws his knee through the cables directly into Saine’s gut. The collision causes Isaac to bend forward with his head sticking out between the cables into the interior of the ring. Saul steps to his side and then rushes forward for a big boot to the side of his skull when Isaac pulls it back, avoiding the strike. He reaches over the ropes and wraps his hands around Saul’s jaw now before dropping onto his knees upon the apron. As a result Saul is pulled down across the back of his neck into the top rope. He bounces off and staggers forward from the collision, gripping his neck in anguish while Isaac stands up on the apron. Saine moves across to the turnbuckle, scaling it quickly with Saul continuing to grip the back of his head and stumble forward. Saine gets to the top rope and takes flight, soaring through the air and connecting with the missile dropkick directly to Saul’s chest. The impact takes the giant off of his feet and sends him crashing hard across his back while Isaac gets to his knees and crawls into the cover.

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Saul shoots his shoulder off the canvas while turning onto his side, trying to get to his feet. Isaac gets to his feet and stomps him to the back of the head, and then does it again before turning his sights to the table. A furious Saine steps towards the table and grabs hold of it, lifting it into the air positioning it diagonally against the turnbuckle. He has it placed in perfect position to send someone crashing through it while Saul still tries to work his way to his feet, crouched over forward. Saine charges at him in anger when Saul stands and catches him under his arm, hoisting the Livewire Champ into the air and dropping him with a brutal sidebuster slam. All of the air is taken from Isaac’s body when it collides so violently into the canvas, Saul rolling away from him and getting to his feet. Capitalizing on Saine’s exposed position, Saul bounces back first off the cables and comes back in, jumping into the air. He gets tremendous extension before dropping the leg straight across Isaac’s throat. Saine’s body kicks up into the air as a result while Saul just sits there, appearing pleased with his actions. He turns and grabs the back of Isaac’s leg, hooking it.

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The PLC member kicks out defiantly, which seems to slightly unsettle the demonic apparition.

Douglas: Both men trading some near falls there after hitting some real hard blows on one another.

Mayne: If your tuning in for a Texas Catch Can classic here, your definitely in the wrong place.

Isaac begins to stir when Saul steps up behind him and drops down with a knee straight to his upper back. Isaac grabs the back of his head and shoulders before Saul stands up and turns towards one of the cameramen at ringside. He steps towards the cables with a malicious glint in his eyes, pointing over the top rope and demanding that throw him the chair at ringside. The cameraman fearfully lowers his camera and grabs the chair, throwing it over the ropes directly into Saul’s hands. Nevertheless Saul gives him a snide, repulsed glare before turning towards Isaac and raising the chair into the air again. Saine reaches his feet while crouched forward before he rushes straight at Saul and catches him with a spear to the gut. The impact causes Saul to fly backwards, crashing into the canvas spine first while Saine rolls away from him holding his shoulder. Isaac gets to his knees and crawls towards Saul quickly, dropping down into the cover on him.

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Saul gets his shoulder up, finally letting go of the chair in the process, leaving it spread across the canvas behind his head. The Livewire Champion gets to his seat, slugging himself over and over again in the forehead in anger. He rises to his feet, feeding off his raw emotion before he grabs Saul around the neck and rolls him over onto his knees then forces him to a standing base. He gets behind him quickly and wraps his arms around his neck, placing him in the cobra clutch as he sets for the Psychotic Episode. The fans start to go nuts before Saul uses his brute strength to force his arms away from his throat and spin around to face Isaac. He kicks Saine to the gut, bending him forward and then grabs him around the head, setting up for the Wormwood (Jumping Impaler DDT). Isaac buries his shoulder to Saul’s gut though and rushes him backwards before pushing him off spine first directly into the table positioned in the turnbuckle. Saul stumbles over the chair he dropped and connects with the table hard but doesn’t crash through it, instead he leans against it now. Saine backs up though and turns in a circle before coming in for what appears to be the gore through the table only for Saul to rush out of the corner. He catches Isaac under his arm and swings around into the black hole slam directly on top of the steel chair. The Livewire Champion is driven hard onto the steel mass as Saul quickly hooks his leg.

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No! Isaac kicks out to a huge collection of cheers while Saul sits up, wide eyed and in shock.

Douglas: Isaac kicked out after being black hole slammed onto the chair! This man is running on pure adrenalin right now.

Mayne: Like he said before this match started Dan, he’s picturing Saul as Chapel, and there’s no way he’s going to allow himself to lose to Chapel. Even if it isn’t really Chapel. Wait, I’m not making any sense.

Saul gets to his feet running his trembling hands over his bald scalp before he steps over a motionless Isaac. With both hands he reaches down and wraps them around Saine’s throat, using his incredible strength to hoist Isaac up into the air. He drops Saine onto his feet and steps forward, wrapping his arms around Isaac’s waist and then dropping back into a huge belly to belly suplex. Isaac is flipped over and sent crashing hard across his back on the canvas, sitting up with a dazed glint in his eyes. Saul gets to his feet and steps towards Isaac quickly before grabbing him around the jaw and rolling him back to his feet. He clutches him by the wrist throughout the process before pulling him forward into a hard lariat to the throat. Isaac is knocked onto his back as a result with Saul falling to his knees beside him and then going into the cover.

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Isaac kicks out, turning onto his side throughout the process while Saul gets to his knees. A deranged smirk resides on his face while he gets to a standing base and then places his foot to Isaac’s throat, pressing down on his knee. Both of Saine’s legs kick as he gags for air, the official stepping in and demanding he break the choke hold. Saul takes his foot away and then steps towards the official, giving him a menacing glare that causes the referee to run away. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring to stay away from Saul who just glares at him through the cables. Slowly the monster transfixes his sights upon the table in the corner though, that same twisted grin returning to his face. He steps towards Saine and clubs him over the back of his shoulders while he was trying to rise to his feet. Saul bends Isaac’s head forward and places it between his legs before wrapping his arms around his waist. He pulls Saine up into the air and lets him slide over his shoulders, placing him in a crucifix as he turns to face the table. The crowd is screaming as Saul starts to run forward, about to crucifix bomb Saine straight through the table only for Isaac to squirm free at the last second. He drops onto his feet behind Saul who turns around to face him quickly and reaches out, catching him by the throat. Isaac’s eyes open wide as Saul reaches out and grabs the back of his pants, hoisting him into the air for the chokeslam. Saine slides free though and lands on his feet behind Saul’s back, catching him around the arms in the process, placing him in the cobra clutch. Isaac snaps back, hoisting Saul over in reverse and sending him crashing through the table with a release cobra clutch suplex. The entire arena is going nuts, many of them standing up now and starting a “holy shit” chant while Saul’s body remains crumbled up in the table.

Douglas: OH MY GOD!!!

Mayne: Calm down Joey Styles, that was incredible, but there’s no need to soil yourself.

Dan: Isaac Saine just hit his Psychotic Episode, throwing Saul back first through the table!

Saul remains folded up like an accordion as Isaac turns and grabs him by the ankle. He drags him out of the broken wood and drops into the cover on him. The fans are screaming loudly at this point in time.

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The fans rejoice before Saul’s shoulder shoots from the canvas at the last second. Isaac rises to his knees, running his hands through his sweaty hair in disbelief.

Mayne: Saul kicked out, he kicked out Dan!

Douglas: That certainly is an amazing feat.

A “UL-Dub” chant has started throughout the arena while Isaac continues to stare forward with wide eyes. After taking a second to collect himself he rises to his feet and staggers towards the cables, sliding through them. He drops down onto the exposed concrete and reaches under the ring again. To a huge collection of cheers this time he retracts a ladder. He pulls the large steel mass out from under the squared circle and places it on the apron, sliding it into the ring. Saul is trying to get back to his feet on the inside of the ring, looking incredibly dazed though. As soon as he gets to his feet Isaac scoops the ladder up across his chest and throws it straight at him. Saul catches the ladder in front of his face though with both hands before grinning demonically. He can’t see through the ladder rungs though that Isaac has snatched the chair off the canvas. Isaac swings the steel chair directly into the ladder, driving it backwards into Saul’s face and sending him crashing back first onto the canvas. The collision echoes throughout the arena as Saul lies on his back with the ladder spread out across his face, Saine throwing the chair down on top of it. Isaac turns and rushes across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps into the air and sticks his back out. The fans stand and scream as Isaac senton splashes the chair and the ladder, coming down spine first into both of them and crushing Saul beneath. Another “UL-DUB” chant starts as a result while Saine rolls away from the ladder and chair, holding his back and kicking both of his legs as a result. Saul pushes the ladder off of his battered body, turning onto his side throughout the process.

Isaac gets to his knees still holding his back in tremendous pain before he scoots across his knees in the direction of the battered monster. He pulls Saul onto his back and falls into the cover, hooking his leg.

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Saul gets his shoulder up barely off the canvas while Isaac rises to his knees, grabbing his hair and looking towards the rafters.

Isaac: GOD DAMN YOU CHAPEL!!

Foam can be seen forming beneath the mask as Saine rises to his feet painstakingly and grabs the ladder. He pulls it away from Saul towards the turnbuckle and positions it diagonally against the corners, much like the table was set up earlier. Saul rolls to his hands and knees, the invincible monster trying to rise to his feet when Saine rushes across the ring and knees him violently to the forehead. The impact causes Saul to stand up straight with a glazed over expression on his face before Saine turns and rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off back first. He comes rushing forward and jumping into the air, delivering an absolutely brutal big boot square to the jaw of Saul. The crowd screams at the impact of the boot as Saul is sent crashing onto his back with Saine doing the same, the momentum of the boot taking him off of his own feet. Saine turns and scrambles into the cover on the laid out Saul now.

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Saul gets his shoulder up again, the fans booing furiously as a result.

Mayne: What a combination high knee, big boot, and it still wasn’t enough to finish off Saul. What does it take to put this gargantuan down?

Douglas: I don’t think anyone’s discovered the answer to that question just yet Billy. Saul, much like Isaac, has shown himself to be impervious to pain.

Isaac remains on his knees breathing heavily and shaking his head in disgust. He forces himself to his feet and turns towards the turnbuckle, moving in its direction with a stagger. He begins to step up the corner, perhaps going for a big moonsault with all of his girth to finally put away the prone Saul. As Isaac makes his way up the corner, diagonal to the one that the ladder is leaning against his eyes shift vindictively to the crowd. In the stands is none other Demona, with a huge back in her hands, tossing Chapel DVD’s and merchandise to the fans out of it. Saine begins to fume, shaking violently as he glares straight at Demona who raises her hand into the air and waves her fingers in his direction before blowing the Livewire Champion a seductive kiss.

Douglas: Wait a minute, what the hell is Demona doing here? We had heard Chapel was banned from the building tonight, but now she’s here passing out her husband’s merchandise.

Mayne: That little winch is distracting Isaac, not that I care, but she is.

Isaac points straight at her and then glares at a fan at ringside who is hopping up and down with a Chapel DVD in hand. Just as Saine starts to step down off the corner, Saul steps in and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike and then turns to press his spine to Isaac’s. He places him in a crucifix now and drags him away from the corner before rushing all the way across the ring. Saul crucifix bombs Isaac over his shoulder and straight into the ladder, causing everyone in the arena to jump to their feet, going absolutely insane. Isaac bends over backwards from the impact with the ladder before bouncing off violently and crashing to the canvas.

Dan: OOOOOHHHH! Can you believe what we just saw Billy!?!

Mayne: The crucifix bomb by Saul throwing Saine directly back first into that ladder! You talk about insane.

Sain rolls to the center of the ring as Saul staggers forward and falls into the cover on the Livewire Champion, hooking his leg in desperation.

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The crowd screams with furious anger at the sight of Saul’s victory. The giant rolls off of the Livewire Champion before spilling to the outside mats in an exhausted battered state.

Dan: I cannot believe it. Isaac looked as if he had this thing in the palm of his hand before he was distracted by Demona and powerbombed onto that ladder. Saine so close to victory tonight.

Mayne: So close, so far away. Face the facts Dan, he lost to a superior athlete.

Douglas: Are you going to be doing this all night? Completely disregarding the truth?

Billy: It suits my character.

Saul steps through the curtains while Isaac gets to his side on the inside of the ring, glaring into the crowd, Demon absent. He holds the back of his head while shaking bitterly, his eyes locking on the fan who was lucky enough to be tossed a Chapel DVD. The young man holds it up for the fans to see as a pain ridden Isaac rolls under the cables to the outside of the ring. He drops onto the mats and steps slowly up behind the fan who finally turns around to face Saine. The fans’ eyes open widely while he takes in the sight of the ferocious Isaac, then lifts the DVD up into the air to show him.

Mayne: Talk about stupid.

Douglas: Come on now Isaac, don’t do something you’ll regret man.

Isaac suddenly slaps the DVD out of the fans’ hand before the yong man puts his palms up, implying he doesn’t want to cause any trouble. Isaac suddenly slaps him across the side of the face as the other fans back up, Saine grabbing him by the hair and dragging him over the barricade. In the process of pulling him over, the slumped forward fan is clubbed and slugged repeatedly over the back by an absolutely deranged Saine. He falls onto his side upon the mats with Saine stomping him repeatedly.

Douglas: Isaac has snapped, he’s beating up one of our fans! Somebody get out here and stop this for the love of God!

Mayne: Saine is mental man.

Isaac stomps the fan repeatedly who has curled up into a ball, crying from the beating he’s taking. Saine shouts almost incoherently at him.

Isaac: Damn you Chapel, damn you! Your blood will be mine!

Suddenly security rushes out and begins to swarm upon Isaac. One man grabs Saine around the arm but is quickly pushed away by the deranged Isaac. Others hop on top of him and wrap themselves around his massive body while he tries desperately to get at the sobbing, beaten fan. AWOL rolls into the ring in a hurry behind them with a microphone in hand.

AWOL: Security, get him out of here! Isaac, I don’t know who you think you are, and although it might be fun, we cannot go around putting our hands on the fans, no matter how much they deserve it! Security get him to the back right now!

AWOL appears upset as he points to the backstage area, security forcefully dragging him backwards towards the ramp now. Saine fights to get free, shouting in absolute fury while the guards fight to restrain him and EMTs run out to check on the battered fan. AWOL fixes his tie, loosening it while gritting his teeth in anger.

AWOL: I said get him to the back right now, dammit! I knew better to hire security from the damn AIDs clinic. Get him out of here! And get someone to this ring to clean it up, I’ve got a pointless Rumble Bash winner dedication thing to do here.

The General Manager steps back, glaring up the ramp still as Isaac foams at the mouth and struggles with the guards pinning his arms in reverse.

Douglas: Well, after a chaotic start, AWOL is right, slated up next is the celebration of Orlando Cruze’s Rumble Bash victory before he is officially dubbed the number one contender at Paranoia.

Mayne: I don’t have any idea how some balance can be returned to this telecast.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



YOUR NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER


The camera comes back to the ring where security and the local jobbers are still clearing out broken pieces of table and the ladder. AWOL leans back first against the cables throughout the process, clutching the microphone in the palm of his hand and appearing very apathetic.

Billy Mayne: Well, although it’s not the best way to bring you back from commercial break, with AWOL’s ugly mug on your television set, I’m sure like all of you, that we’re willing to make an exception just this once. After all, he’s about to bring out and celebrate with the new number one contender, the man who won the Rumble Bash, the Icon, the former three time World Heavyweight Champ......

Douglas: Enough already, Jesus. Save your ass kissing for your private time. Anyway, your correct, AWOL is here to officially announce Cruze as the number one contender, and hopefully things go a little more swimmingly than they did to start off tonight’s show.

AWOL finally steps away from the cables while the jobbers and ring crew carry away the broken items used in the last no rules match.

AWOL: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure your just as bored with this prospect as I am, but unfortunately it’s now time for the Rumble Bash winner to come out here and officially make his intentions known for Paranoia IV. Oh boy, I’m so giddy to hear him talk about how he was screwed over so often, and how he plans on breaking Desolation apart at Paranoia. Yeah, your basic Orlando promo. Anyway, without further ado, because he doesn’t deserve any, let’s bring Orlando’s ass out here and get this over with.

The fans put their hands together, commencing in a mixed reaction for the impending arrival of the Icon. Suddenly, the lights dim as AWOL steps back and Megadeath’s the Scorpion hits the PA system, causing a repulsive reaction to escalate amongst the fans.

Billy: And here he comes Dan, the greatest wrestler in ULW today., the Icon, the number one contender, your next World Heavyweight Champion.

The strobe lights are going on both sides of the stage as through the curtains strolls a rather well dressed Orlando with his arms extended out to his sides. A snide, confident and cocky grin resides upon his face while he stares towards the heavens, his palms aimed in the direction of the rafters. He walks with a swagger onto the stage, before reaching up and fixing the collar of his dress shirt with confidence. He swipes off his shoulder in the direction of the fans before the crowd go nuts, Desolation rushing out behind the number one contender and clubbing him over the back. Orlando is knocked down to the stage without warning as the World Champion stands over top of him with a disturbing glint in his eyes.

Mayne: Hey wait a damn minute!!

Douglas: Desolation attacking Orlando Cruze before he could reach the ring. The Dark Man sending a message to the Icon here.

Billy: That no good son of a bitch. Why does Desolation have to be notorious for spoiling the moment?

AWOL steps forward with a slight smirk on his face in the ring while Orlando rolls to his knees and gets to his feet, receiving a slugging shot to the face. Desolation grabs the back of a shocked Cruze’s head, charging him straight at the setting around the ring, throwing him face first into the steel. Orlando bounces off hard and staggers in reverse from the impact before Desolation clubs him over the back and grabs him by the back of the head. The Icon still appears stunned as he’s charged at the curtains and thrown through them violently. The World Champion doesn’t take even a second to turn back to stare at the fans.

AWOL: Oh no, no, stop this mayhem, oh please, oh dearest me.

AWOL leans against the top rope with his forearms, saying this slowly and with no emotion. A grin resides on his face as the World Champion slowly strolls through the curtains, going straight after the Icon.

Douglas: Violence exploding again out here at ringside, as Desolation attacks Orlando and beats him to the backstage area. The fun and games just getting started as we begin the countdown to Paranoia.

Mayne: How can you possibly consider this fun? Look at AWOL, he’s not even doing anything about this.

AWOL continues to lean against the cables with a smirk on his face as the World Champion and the Number One Contender have vanished to the backstage area. Suddenly a steel chair cracks violently over AWOL’s spine though, the General Manager arching his back and yelling out in tremendous pain. The fans are screaming as Jackson Adams is revealed standing behind the GM with a furious expression on his face. The rest of the Alpha Generation are jumping the barricades and running towards the ring now.

Douglas: Wait a minute! AWOL being attacked by the Alpha Generation!!

Mayne: Serves that bastard right for what he did to Adams at the Rumble Bash. Jackson getting some much deserved retribution.

AWOL turns around slowly to face Jackson with his back still arched before Adams cracks the chair viciously over his skull. The steel is dented from the impact as AWOL is taken down to the canvas across his back, reaching up and wrapping his hands around his face. Adams backs up slowly with the dented chair in hand before he throws it down violently, a flabbergasted, furious expression on his face. AWOL is rolling back and forth with his palms placed to his forehead, which seems to be lacerated, blood beginning to drip down his face. Too Magnificent, Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills swarm upon AWOL now, beginning to stomp him repeatedly to the sternum and face. AWOL’s legs kick into the air as a result of this onslaught before Adams motions for them to stand the GM up. Devin grabs both of AWOL’s arms and sits him up on the canvas, blood gushing down the General Manager’s face before Jackson steps in and begins to slug him repeatedly to his lacerated forehead. The strikes are hard, brutal fist strikes that cause AWOL’s head to fly backwards into the sternum of the tag team champion. Jackson now slaps him hard to the side of the face and then steps aside pointing straight at Too Magnificent, who seems eager for something. Devin and Mills grab AWOL around the arms, dragging him to his feet and bending him forward before throwing him straight at the Sadistic One. His head ends up under Too Magnificent’s seat while he reaches down and wraps his arms around his waist. Too Magnificent now hoists a bloodied AWOL into the air and powerbombs him brutally right down to the canvas. He steps backwards with a huge smirk on his face while AWOL lies spread across the canvas barely moving.

Douglas: I cannot believe this, the Alpha Generation have left AWOL lying in the center of the ring, they have beaten down our General Manager tonight.

Mayne: Oh come on! Your such a hypocrite Dan. You don’t bash Desolation for attacking Cruze yet you jump all over the Alpha Generation for brutalizing AWOL?

Adams drops to his knees just over top of AWOL now before snapping his fingers. Mills has grabbed a microphone from the time keeper and brings it to Adams, placing it straight into his palm. A trembling, furious Adams raises the mic to his mouth while placing his palm to the blood stained shirt of an unconscious AWOL.

Adams: AWOL, did you honestly think you’d get away with what you did to me at the Rumble Bash? Did you think there wouldn’t be payback for your actions? Well I suppose you guessed wrong you big stupid psychopath. Because your not laughing now are you? No, no, instead your lying here a bloodied broken shell of your former self!

The crowd is still irate, booing the hell out of the Alpha Generation who are all crouched over the bleeding General Manager.

Jackson: Your not fit to command this show AWOL. Your not fit to be a General Manager. So don’t worry, we’re relieving you of your command, and tonight the Alpha Generation is back in control! On a night where the victim list will continue to pile up, because his arrival is near AWOL, oh yes, he’s coming.

A loud collection of boos can be heard throughout the arena while Jackson slaps the side of AWOL’s face several times, trying to wake him up and causing the other AG members to chuckle.

Adams: But that’s not at all AWOL. Because you see, as my first decree of being the GM tonight, since you robbed me of my dream to main event Paranoia, I’m going to make your life a nightmare at that same event. That’s right you putrid stereotype, I’m challenging you to a one on one match at Paranoia IV!

There is a loud reaction of delight from the fans before Adams rises to his feet and stares toward the stage, backing up slowly.

Mayne: Wow, AWOL vs. Adams at Paranoia IV. Talk about huge.

Douglas: That would certainly be a match I’d be dying to see, just so I can watch AWOL tear Adams apart on the biggest pay-per-view in ULW history.

Jackson continues to stare up the ramp as the Alpha Generation kicks AWOL into a roll towards the ropes.

Adams: But I’m so fired up right now, I’m not waiting till Paranoia for some action, or later tonight for that fact. Bring our opponents out here, because Too Magnificent and I are ready to kick some more ass!

The crowd is stunned by all of this before the camera shoots towards the rafters above the ring, where that same hooded figure is standing upon a scaffold. He leans against the steel bars and looks over the edge downward at the ring with his face still hidden beneath the shadows created by his hood.

Douglas: Look, there’s that same hooded individual in the rafters. What is going on here tonight?

Mayne: I don’t know, but the Alpha Generation has made some type of comments about him arriving tonight?


BRYAN KIRROS & WARD HAWN VS. THE ALPHA GENERATION


Riot hits the PA system, causing the crowd to get to their feet as through the curtains strolls Ward Hawn and Bryan Kirros. Both men look pumped up as they turn and point over the crowd. All of them are putting their hands together before both men rush the ring and slide in. AWOL is busy being helped to the back by EMTs now. As soon as Kirros and Ward get to their feet Too Magnificent rushes forward and delivers a brutal double lariat that takes both men down to the canvas across their backs. Both men begin gagging and rolling across the canvas while Magnificent steps forward, shouting for them to get up. Jackson stands back with his spine pressed to the turnbuckle yawning while Too Magnificent steps towards Kirros who has risen to his knees, launching his boot into the side of his face. The shot is hard and knocks Bryan over sideways, causing him to crash to the outside mats back first.

Mayne: Hahaha, well it looks like Hawn and Kirros didn't get off to a very good start out here!

Douglas: The Alpha Generation getting an early advantage that's for sure.

Too Magnificent steps towards Hawn who suddenly lobs a fist into his gut, and then does it again. Magnificent is bent forward from the strikes for Hawn stands up and grabs Too Mag by the back of the head, jumping into the air while putting his knee up. He falls to his back and pulls Too Mag face first into his knee with a variation of a face buster. Too Magnificent stands up straight from the impact and backs into the ropes, hitting them spine first while Ward gets to his feet and starts to rally the fans behind him. He turns right into Jackson though who kicks him to the gut and places his arm across his throat, jumping into the air and flipping over backwards into his version of the C4. Ward is driven hard into the canvas while Adams gets to his knees with a demented smirk on his face. Bryan has pulled himself up onto the top rope now and is setting for Jackson to turn around. He jumps off, soaring through the air straight at Jackson before Too Mag steps in front of him and reaches out, catching Bryan by the throat. Kirros' eyes open widely as Jackson shouts for Mag to do something. Too Magnificent grabs the back of Bryan's tights and hoists him into the air before chokeslamming him right on top of Hawn. The fans scream from the viciousness of the impact as Kirros is now folded over on the back of his shoulders, the impact almost killing both he and his partner for the evening.

Mayne: Ohhhh, Too Magnificent just chokeslammed Bryan Kirros on top of Ward Hawn, talk about brutal.

Douglas: These guys are just getting brutalized out here right now!

Jackson isn't through yet as he motions for Too Mag to do something. The Anarchy Champion nods his head and steps towards Bryan, grabbing him around the back of the head and rolling him onto his knees. Surprisingly Kirros begins to fight back though. He launches a right into the gut of Too Magnificent then stands up, throwing right hand after right hand into the jaw of the big man. The crowd is starting to get behind Kirros who turns and rushes across the ring. He jumps onto the middle rope of the cables and springs off before turning in mid-air and getting caught right on top of one of Too Magnificent's shoulders. Too Mag kneels down and pushes Kirros upper body in reverse while Adams steps up onto the turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope and now flies off, extending his leg and dropping it straight across the throat of Kirros, the crowd screaming at the sight of the old Midnight Express tag team finisher, modernly known as the Death Sentence.

Kirros sits up, holding the back of his neck as a result while Jackson rolls to his knees and turns right into a surprise dropkick with great agility from Ward Hawn. He is taken off of his feet and sent rolling backwards into the cables, hitting them spine first. Too Magnificent turns towards Ward who stands up and delivers a quick European Uppercut to his jaw. Too Mag is staggered before Ward turns and rushes across the ring, bouncing off the cables and coming back in as he goes into the tilt a whirl on the Alpha Generation member. Too Magnificent catches him though and switches Ward around so that he is seated on top of his shoulders in an electric chair drop position with Devin and Ryan shouting praises from the outside of the ring. Suddenly Adams rushes across the ring and jumps to the top rope in front of Too Magnificent, springing off and turning in mid-air before he connects with the Doomsday Device. Ward flips over backwards off the shoulders of Too Magnificent and crashes into the canvas before he rolls onto his back.

Douglas: The Death Sentence followed by the Doomsday Device! The Alpha Generation just dominating this match.

Mayne: You knew they would. These two didn't stand a chance.

Adams crawls into the cover on Ward, hooking his leg.

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Mayne: What a dominating victory Dan, what a dominating victory.

Douglas: Kirros and Hawn were just destroyed by this determined Alpha Generation, who are out for blood tonight.

The AG members now gaze towards the rafters where the hooded Prophet stands still, nodding his head in appreciation over this victory tonight.


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DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK


A frozen scene takes up the screen, showcasing a bloodied AWOL leaning on the shoulders of two large EMTs. They are standing in the backstage area while the “During a Commercial Break” reminder is placed in the corner of the screen.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this is what you missed during the commercial break.

The scene comes to life as AWOL is shown gagging up blood, which also spills from his face and being led towards the exit to the arena by the concerned EMTs.

Mayne: AWOL, forced to be carried out of the arena, hahahaha, by a couple of puny EMTs.

Dan: Oh shut up Billy. AWOL was helped from the arena and to an ambulance outside after the attack from the Alpha Generation, who have claimed that they are back in charge here tonight.

Mayne: No claims, it’s a fact Dan.

Douglas: That remains to be seen, but what a chaotic start we’ve had to this evening Billy, which promises to get even more out control now that our General Manager was taken out of here with the help of EMTs.

Billy: Things are only looking better tonight Dan.


FEELINGS KNOWN


The crowd has a loud reaction, mostly positive at the sight of Hurse marching towards the ring with a very centered expression on his features. He stares forward with a sad glint in his eyes as he emotionally makes the final stride in the direction of the ring. His white dress shirt, unbutton around the neck, hangs loosely from his frame while he continues towards the ring, head lowered. He passes by several security and ring crew personal, who turn and nod in his direction; understanding what he is about to do.

Steven, wait!

Hurse stops abruptly, and closes his eyes sadly, realizing who’s voice just came into his ears. From behind his back emerges Robin Brooks, the constant object of his secret affections. Robin steps around in front of Hurse who finally turns to face him, a sad expression residing on the face of the Black Widow.

Robin: I know you didn’t think you could go out there and say goodbye to the fans without saying goodbye to me first.

As soon as this comment is uttered Hurse lowers his head rather dramatically, running his hand down his face.

Hurse: Listen Robin. I’m sorry.

Brooks tilts her head back with a confused expression, turning her head to stare back and forth in bewilderment. Finally she shrugs her shoulders.

Brooks: Sorry for what?

With a deep breath and a retraction of his head, Hurse responds.

Hurse: I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for all my lies. I’m sorry I looked directly into your eyes and made you believe we had a sexual relationship when we didn’t. I’m sorry I’m mislead you all these months. I’m sorry for the person I use to be.

In a slow motion Robin lowered her head, nodding it dramatically. Hurse suddenly placed his knuckle under her jaw and raised her head though in order to look back into his eyes.

Hurse: But I’m not sorry for the person you made me into.

With his gloved hands Steven took his knuckle away from Brooks jaw and ran it through her hair. A comforting smile formed on Robin’s face as a result.

Hurse: It’s time Robin. I’ll see you around.

His hand slid from Robin’s hair before he turned and started to march towards the ring. The buzz can be heard throughout the arena as Hurse marches towards the squared circle, everyone realizing that his retirement speech is about to take place.

Robin: Wait!

As soon as this demand is screamed Hurse pauses in mid-step, turning his head to stare at Brooks who rushes forward and stops at the side of the Submission Champion. The Black Widow shakes her head repeatedly with a tear in her eye.

Brooks: Your not leaving me like that you stupid bastard....

Befuddlement sets into Hurse’s wide eyes before Brooks grabs him around the back of the head and pulls his lips into her own. The fans start to go nuts as the two finally passionately kiss one another. Their lips continue to lock with one another as they twist their heads and find themselves in the embrace they’ve danced around for so very long. After a second Robin digs her nails into the back of Steven’s hair and pulls his head away, the two of them glaring at one another with wide eyes.

Robin: Well scoot.

Hurse lowers his head and smiles before he turns and marches down the hallway, licking his lips to savor Robin’s sweet taste. He seems much more confident now as he strolls on air in the direction of the ring, ready to give his farewell speech.


RIGGS VS. WILDCAT MARCUS HITHERS


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.

Douglas: Well, ladies and gentlemen, after a wild start to this program Riggs is here for this singles contest against “Wildcat” Marcus Hithers.....

Mayne: You mean Trojan.

Dan: No, I mean “Wildcat” Marcus Hithers.

Billy: Why can’t these guys pick a name and stick to it. I haven’t changed my name, since, well, birth.

Douglas: That’s quite an achievement Billy. But speaking of real accomplishments, I must say Riggs really proved a lot in the Rumble Bash, Sunday, by coming in at number three and remaining in there to the final three. An astonishing fifty minutes.

Mayne: Big deal. I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue, but you don’t see me bragging about it.... Hey, wait a minute!

The crowd is pumped at the sight of Riggs in this match but their attention turns to Orlando Cruze being thrown over the barricade. He crashes into the mats and rolls across them, a shocked expression on his face as he forces himself to his feet. Desolation can be seen running through the crowd after him with a steel chair in hand. As soon as the Icon stands up, Desolation throws the chair over the barricade straight into the side of Cruze’s head and shoulder.

Billy: The fight continues! Desolation is assaulting Orlando Cruze as they make their way their out here. Has this man absolutely snapped?

Douglas: I think part of him has. He’s waited long enough to get his hands on the Icon, and now they’re clashing once more.

Desolation steps over the barricade and rushes straight at the staggered Orlando who is leaning palms first on the announce table. Riggs looks confused from the interior of the ring as Desolation slams a forearm over the Icon’s back, and turns him so his back is pressed to the table. He now delivers a sensational knife edge chop straight to the sternum of Cruze, causing him to fall on top of the announce table with his legs kicking into the air. He covers his sternum with both hands while yelling out in pain as Desolation slugs him in the face repeatedly. In the meanwhile the Icon’s hands find themselves on top of the candy bowl in front of Dan. As the Dark Man prepares for another right Orlando grabs the glass bowl and swings it straight into the side of Desolation’s face. The glass busts in flies in all directions as Desolation turns away from Cruze, grabbing his forehead which has been lacerated immediately.

Douglas: OH MY GOD!

Mayne: I know, all my candy just went to waste!

Dan: That’s not why I used that over-exaggerated expression of astonishment, Billy.

The crowd is screaming while Desolation pulls his bloodied palm from his face and then turns towards Cruze. The Icon is staggering off towards the barricade as two security officers run out to stop the furious World Champion. They place their hands to his chest, forming a wall between him and Cruze as the Icon spills over the barricade and stumbles off through the sea of humanity. He violently shoves the fans out of his way throughout the process when suddenly Desolation kicks one of the guards to the testicles and grabs them by the back of their head. He throws him down face first into the front of the table and then slugs the other guard under the jaw, knocking him down to the mats. A furious expression resides on his bloodied face as the Dark Man charges after Cruze. He steps over the barricade and makes his way through the crowd, in hot pursuit of the challenger for his title.

Mayne: Desolation hunting the most dangerous game of all, and I’m not talking about a piranha on mechanical legs, I’m talking about Cruze!

Douglas: Um, yeah. Anyway your right, this issue between Desolation and Orlando has exploded and nothing will keep them apart.

Riggs is still leaning on the ropes with an apathetic expression on his face as he watches the guards stagger to their feet. Shockingly Marcus Hithers rushes up behind him out of nowhere and delivers a clubbing blow over his back. The shot knocks Riggs forward into the top rope before Wildcat turns him around and starts to throw repeated right hands into his face, followed by a quick chop to his sternum.

Douglas: Oh wait, Marcus Hithers attacking a distracted Riggs. What a crazy way to get this match started.

Mayne: No crazy, would be Saul standing in the ring singing I’m a little teapot, this is just mild insanity.

Marcus grabs Riggs by the hair and delivers quick headbunt that knocks him back first into the corner. The Wildcat steps in and delivers a stiff punch to his jaw, the sound of it echoing throughout the arena as Marcus shakes his hand and Riggs tumbles onto his posterior. Tim May has materialized from the ether at ringside, slapping the apron and shouting at Marcus to stay on him. Hithers gladly obliges as he grabs the top rope and begins to stomp down at Riggs’ sternum repeatedly. With his opponent down Marcus places his foot to his throat and leans downward into it, choking him out violently. Riggs kicks both legs while gagging before the referee, Stuart Wright steps in and starts a five count. He reaches four before Marcus turns and runs across the ring, bouncing off the opposite cables and coming back in with momentum. Marcus jumps forward with a knee strike to the side of Riggs’ face that launches his leg through the cables. He falls into the top rope for support as the former CMW champion rolls across the canvas, wrapping his hands around his head and going into convulsions. Marcus turns and grabs the top rope quickly, pulling himself up onto the middle cable and then scaling to the top rope. He gets himself positioned on the highest turnbuckle with the crowd screaming, Riggs starting to get to his feet though. Riggs is bent forward holding his head when Marcus jumps from the top rope with a double axehandle only for the crafty veteran to jump into the air and swing around. He catches Hithers with a huge spinning heel kick right as the Hell’s Angel landed on his feet. Marcus is sent into a backwards flip almost, crashing across his back before rolling across the canvas.

Douglas: Riggs finally getting back into this match with a huge spinning heel kick that has taken down this Hell’s Angels member.

Mayne: That and a bottle of whiskey will easily take those guys down.

Riggs rolls across the canvas, still holding his head while Hithers convulses repeatedly. He shakes off the effects of the spinning heel kick and rolls to his knees while Riggs stands up and grabs his opponent under the jaw. Riggs pulls up on it and then chops Marcus hard across the sternum, causing Hithers to shout out in pain as a result. Riggs steps back and then moves forward, connecting with a blistering buzzsaw kick to the chest of the Hell’s Angels member. The shot causes Marcus to fly backwards, crashing onto his back and rolling across the canvas. Tim appears furious on the outside, slapping the apron with the side of his fist and demanding Marcus pull his head out of his ass. Throughout the process Hithers rolls under the ropes and onto the apron, getting to his seat when Riggs quickly moves in. He’s busy shaking off the shots to his head as he reaches over the ropes and digs his fingers into the sides of Marcus’ face, dragging him upward off his seat and onto his feet. Hithers reaches back though and wraps his arm around Riggs’ neck before dropping off the apron. He gives Riggs the stunner right onto the top rope that causes the CMW legend to back up, gagging from the blow. His back is turned towards Marcus who quickly slides back into the ring and moves up behind Riggs, grabbing both of his arms as he places him in the full nelson. He has him placed in the submission before Riggs performs a standing switch, getting behind Marcus and wrapping his arms around his waist for the German suplex. The official steps in to check on this when Wildcat desperately grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in front of his body, shouting into his face. With Wright distracted Hithers mule kicks Riggs right to the testicles, causing him to bend forward and shout out in pain before Marcus reaches back and wraps his arm around his neck. He jumps high into the air and pulls Riggs down with a brutal diamond cutter, causing his opposition to stand on top of his face before bouncing off the ring. He flips over sideways and onto his back as Hithers turns and crawls quickly into the cover, hooking the leg in desperation.

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Riggs kicks out though, getting his shoulder off the canvas and sitting up sideways throughout the process. Marcus turns around with eagerness and clamps his arms around Riggs’ neck, placing him in the sleeper while kneeling upon one leg. Wildcat grits his teeth and looks around at the fans, nodding his head while many of them stand and scream, several of them actually cheering for Riggs to get out of this hold. However, Riggs still seems very weakened after that initial attack to get this battle started. Hithers realizes this as he keeps the sleeper deeply locked in, squeezing at the neck of his opposition until Riggs’ head is about to pop. The fans start to slap the barricades now while Marcus takes a quick glance around then begins to shake his head, shouting discouraging remarks at the crowd.

Douglas: Marcus Hithers using some technical abilities to wear this man down. That and of course, blatant cheating.

Mayne: There’s nothing wrong blatant cheating Dan. As long as it’s with a woman, and not a man.

Dan: Do you even try to make sense anymore?

Riggs shakes his arm slowly with his paint beginning to melt as it mixes with his sweat, Marcus still clamping on tightly with that sleeper hold. He starts to push himself up slowly though, beginning to exert all of his energy to will himself up to a standing base. The fans grow louder and more vocal in their support for him as both of Riggs’ arms shake, gaining momentum. Finally, Riggs gets to his feet before Hithers breaks the sleeper and clubs him hard over the back. Riggs is bent forward before Hithers backs up and charges forward with a hard boot right to the side of his face. The stiff strike knocks Riggs over sideways and sends him spilling through the top and middle rope to the outside of the ring. He crashes hard across his back on the mats before sitting up with a grimace of pain. After a second or two he rolls onto his knees, trying to get to his feet while Tim tries to sneak up on him from behind. With the official purposely being preoccupied by Marcus inside of the ring, Tim rushes straight at the struggling Riggs. Without warning though Riggs turns around and gives him a truly murderous stare, causing May to fall over backwards ass first into the mats. The former commentator appears terrified as he holds his hands out in front of himself and backs up slowly. Riggs is distracted long enough for Marcus to get on the apron and charge across it, diving off into a clubbing blow across the former CMW champion’s back. The force of the strike bends Riggs over forward as Wildcat quickly grabs him around the back of the head, turning him towards the barricade and then charging him at it quickly. Riggs is sent flying head first directly into the steel plate, bouncing off violently and standing up as a result. He arches his back and staggers away from the barricade before Marcus steps in and superkicks him hard right under the jaw. The fans scream after the impact is heard, Riggs being taken down hard to the mats across his back before Hithers turns and points at his sternum with both thumbs. He wears a huge smirk on his face throughout the process which causes the crowd to boo him furiously.

Mayne: Hithers still in control of this match, Riggs just unable to get out of the gate after being attacked from behind. Ask Tim about that by the way, I understand it’s his pleasure to be assaulted from the backside.

Douglas: Gay jokes? Come on Billy, your not that classless are you? Anyway your correct. Riggs just unable to get his head straight after that distraction at ringside and now this assault from Marcus before he was prepared for the contest.

Riggs rolls over sideways trying to force himself to his feet while clutching his jaw before Marcus steps in and grabs him by the hair. He pulls him all the way up to his feet while he’s still crouched forward before charging in and catching him around the neck. Marcus swings Riggs around and delivers a huge swinging neckbreaker, planting the back of his opponent’s head violently into the mats. The collision causes Riggs to sit up wrapping his hands around the back of his skull. Marcus steps in though and stomps him to the back of the head before going back to the ring. He rolls in and gets onto his knees to break the official’s count before starting to shout at Wright, getting his full focus off of Riggs who is sprawled across the mats in pain. He doesn’t notice Tim stepping in and grabbing both of Riggs’ ankles, lifting his legs off the mats before stomping him hard to the testicles. The crowd gets all over Tim’s case as he turns and gives them an “up yours” motion, which causes them to get even angrier. Riggs is holding his genitalia at ringside while Marcus rolls back out and steps towards him. He stomps Riggs hard to the back of the head before turning him on his seat and placing his foot to the side of his face. He pulls up on Riggs’ upper body with his foot still buried into his mush before shouting something at him and pushing Riggs’ skull down into the mats with hard impact. His foot is dug into the face of Riggs throughout the process as the opposition goes into convulsions on the mats, wrapping his arms around his cranium and rolling across the mats.

Marcus grins again and taps his temple before lifting his muscle and flexing it for the fans. He shakes his head and grabs Riggs by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet. The Wildcat pulls Riggs towards the apron and slams him face first into it, the impact causing the impressive newcomer to stagger backwards. Marcus grabs him by the back of the head and pants before charging him at the ring and rolling him in under the ropes. He ends up on his hands and knees, barely able to keep himself upright while Marcus hops onto the apron, taking a moment to jaw jack with the fans before sliding through the ropes into the ring. He steps towards Riggs who throws a desperation chop right into the big man’s sternum. The strike staggers Marcus before Riggs rises to his feet and chops him to the chest again with force. The fans start to cheer as he gains momentum, Riggs switching his position to connect with a double knife edge chop to the sternum of his opponent. Marcus is knocked back first into the cables before Riggs grabs him by the wrist and whips him off across the ring. Hithers turns though and reverses the whip, pulling Riggs instead into a short arm clothesline. Riggs ducks it though and rushes across the ring, straight into the ropes behind Hithers who turns to face him at the last second. Right as Riggs comes in though Hithers bends forward and buries his shoulder into his gut, lifting him into the air and delivering a devastating spinebuster. Riggs hits the ring hard as Marcus grabs his leg and rolls into the cover.

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Riggs gets his shoulder up with seconds to spare, the fans cheering at the sight of this as Marcus sits up, his face twisted with anger. Riggs lies on his side, trying to get to his feet while Hithers stands and stomps down at the back of his head and shoulders.

Mayne: Even though I hate to admit it, one of the Hell’s Angels members is being really dominant in there.

Douglas: Riggs would have a chance here if it wasn’t for that slimy bastard Tim May at ringside.

Billy: Don’t flatter him Dan.

Riggs rolls to his elbows and knees before starting to force himself to his feet. As he gets his wobbly legs beneath him, Marcus moves in and connects with a forearm strike to the side of his face, and then hits another of those stiff punches. The echo resounds throughout the arena while Riggs turns and falls back first against the turnbuckle, covered in sweat and looking truly battered. Marcus steps in with a smirk before he grabs Riggs by the wrist, lifting his arm and shouting disgraceful comments into his face. He plants himself and launches Riggs straight across the ring into the opposite cables, charging in after him. Riggs sticks his hands out though and places them to the top rope, kicking his lower body up into the air as Wildcat charges in right underneath of him. Riggs floats over and lands on his feet behind Wildcat’s back before Marcus turns around and lays him out with a sickening lariat. Riggs is taken down hard across his back before Marcus grabs his legs and buries his shoulders into the back of them, leaning down into them as he goes for the pin.

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The crowd screams before Riggs gets his shoulder up at the last second while sitting up on the canvas and placing his hands to the back of Marcus’ head. He pushes down on it and causes Hithers to flip forward, landing on the back of his shoulders as Riggs sits up into the back of Marcus’ thighs. He is going for the pinfall.

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Riggs kicks out to a loud reaction from the fans as Hithers is launched forward across the canvas. The Hell’s Angels member lands on his elbows and knees with a shocked expression on his sweaty features.

Douglas: Both men coming close to cheating their way to victory there.

Mayne: Ha, this is the type of match I like to see, none of that pansy pussyfooting around shit.

In shock Marcus rises to his feet and turns towards a rising Riggs. He charges in with a quick lariat attempt only for Riggs to duck it and spin around behind his back. As soon as Marcus turns to face him he’s struck with hard back heel kick to the gut, causing him to bend forward before Riggs turns and jumps onto the middle rope directly beside him. He bounces off and flies upward before turning in mid-flight and connecting with a double stomp right to the back of Hither’s head. The strike sends Marcus flying face first into the canvas with great impact while Riggs ducks forward and rolls across the canvas onto his seat, the fans screaming loudly at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Dan: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!?!

Mayne: An amazing aerial move by Riggs!

The exhausted and agile veteran turns onto his elbows and knees, trying to get to his feet while Marcus utilizes the cables to reach a standing base. He grips the back of his head in incredible pain before Riggs steps in and kicks him hard upward to the face. Spit flies through the air from Marcus’ mouth while he rises to his feet and falls back first against the ropes, Riggs taking him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Marcus turns though and reverses the whip again, this time pulling Riggs towards him and scooping him up into the air. He places him across his chest in a fall away position as he turns towards the center of the ring, perhaps setting up for his swinging downward spiral variation colorfully titled the Cranium Effect. He pushes the legs away from his body and begins to swing Riggs around when his opponent counters by shifting his body weight. Instead Riggs wraps his hands around the back of Marcus’ head as he is swung around and drops down to his posterior across the canvas, pulling Hithers down with the sit-out jawbreaker. The crowd screams at the sight of this brutal, brilliant counter as Marcus rises to his feet, looking incredibly dazed and backing into the ropes. He bounces off and stumbles forward, walking unconsciously into the waiting Riggs who rolls him up into the school boy.

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Marcus kicks out at the last second, the fans cupping their mouths while others scream in disbelief. Tim seems to be exasperated at ringside, whipping the sweat from his brow throughout the process. Riggs gets to his seat in an exhausted state while Marcus starts to will his way to his feet behind him. Looking very winded and in great pain Riggs charges at the cables in front of Marcus and jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle rope and then springing off as he turns in mid-air. Marcus stands up and catches him across his chest though to the shock of the crowd before he swings him around and drops back, connecting with the cranium effect. The fans scream as Riggs’ head crashes into the canvas, flipping over sideways onto his back as Marcus rolls over in reverse onto his knees, grabbing a hand full of his opponent’s hair. He pulls him over onto his knees and drags his head under his arm pit before reaching out and hooking both of Riggs’ legs. He lifts him, almost throwing him upwards, for the Muscle Buster when Riggs flips over though, landing legs first around Marcus’ neck and dropping back. He connects with a hurricarana that launches Hithers’ forward and causes him to land neck first on the middle cable, his arms falling over the ropes as well. The crowd is on its feet as a dazed Riggs gets to his own and then rushes across the ring. He dives through the ropes with the lower half of his body and catches the top and middle one, swinging around with his shins and hitting the Anarchy 99, AKA the 619! The impact sends Marcus into a backwards flip, crashing across the back of his noggin and then flipping over to land on his hands and knees. Just as he begins to push himself upwards, Riggs rushes across the ring and jumps forward, hitting the Peak-A-Boo (Shining Wizard) to Marcus’ face. The impact causes Marcus to land on his back and Riggs to collapse next to him, diving quickly into the cover with the fans going crazy. Wright drops down and makes the count quickly.

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The fans rejoice before Tim grabs the referee’s leg and pulls him to the outside of the ring, stopping him from slapping the ring a third time.

Douglas: Dammit, Tim May just kept Riggs from walking out of this match victorious!

Mayne: Leave it up to Tim to derive us of happiness or entertainment. All leave it up to him to screw every....

Dan: Enough with the gay jokes!

Wright yells at Tim but the former commentator will not listen as he violently shoves the official down to the mats and jumps onto the apron with cat like quickness, Riggs standing up slowly in the ring. May turns and shouts downward at Wright, telling him he won’t be pushed around before he turns towards the ring where Riggs is spinning in a circle while crouched forward. As soon as he turns to face Tim though he shoots a spray of bloody mist from his mouth straight into May’s eyes, causing the crowd to go absolutely nuts. Tim starts screaming in shock, sealing his eyes closed with his mouth agape as he tumbles backwards off the apron. He drops onto the mats and rolls across them, desperately trying to clean his eyes out with the back of his hands while Riggs holds two fingers under his jaw and stares forward demonically into the screaming fans. This gives Marcus time to rise to his feet though, leaning forward though in a truly battered state. Riggs spots him over his shoulder and grabs the top rope, pulling himself over as he lands feet first on the apron. He keeps his clutch on the top cable as he jumps into the air, landing feet first on the top rope and springing off as he flies through the air, landing right on top of Marcus’ shoulders when Hithers powerbombs him violently down to the canvas. The fans scream as Hithers leans forward into the back of Riggs’ thighs, going for the pin. Wright slides back into the ring quickly and begins to slap the canvas.

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Riggs kicks out while turning sideways only for Hithers to grab his leg and step over it, locking in the Boston Crab to the shock of everyone in the arena. Riggs pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring at the top of his lungs throughout the process.

Mayne: Yes! Yes!! Riggs just did something to Tim May I’ve wanted to do all my career, spit in his fucking face!

Douglas: But now he is locked in the Boston Crab in this match which has simply been awesome Billy.

Riggs gets to his elbows shouting at the top of his lungs while Hithers leans back into the crab as far as he can go. He appears just as battered and exhausted, yet he desperately keeps the submission locked in, sweat and tears streaming down his face. Wright is right down in his face, asking him rather he submits only for Riggs to shake his head, defiantly shouting “no.” His palm raises into the air though, looking ready to quit while Demon has appeared at ringside, checking on Tim who is stomping his heels against the mats and using his tie to clean out his eyes. Riggs’ hand shake over the canvas while the artist formerly known as Trojan keeps his leg elevated in the air, continuing to lean back on it and shout out for his opposition to “tap.” Riggs won’t do it though as he balls up his fist and suddenly pushes himself up onto the back of his head and shoulders. He pushes back on his legs, causing Marcus to have to step in reverse over the body of Riggs to keep hold of his leg. Riggs is now lying on his back in front of Marcus who is bent forward, his arm wrapped around his thigh. But Riggs pushes himself up off the canvas and turns as he connects with a hard kick with his free leg to the back of Marcus’ head. The impact causes Hithers to stand up straight and turn away with a far off glint in his eyes. Riggs gets to his knees and then his feet when Marcus turns around to face him and steps in only for the dark individual to lean back first against the top rope and get both feet into the air. He kicks Marcus hard to the face, which causes him to stumble in reverse before Riggs turns around and jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle rope. Marcus charges forward though when Riggs springs off and reverse leap frogs him, landing on his feet behind Marcus who bounces off the cables stomach first and turns around, staggering right into Riggs who scoops him up for the Michonku Driver. The crowd is going nuts as the weight caused by Trojan’s massive frame causes Riggs to have to stumble in reverse towards the opposite cables, which Demon is standing outside of. The Hell’s Angel jumps onto the apron though and reaches over the ropes, grabbing his partner’s leg and pulling down on it, causing Wildcat to slide off Riggs’ shoulder and land on his feet behind his back.

Demon smiles before out of nowhere the monster Saul grabs him by the back of the pants and pulls him off the apron, causing him to land on the mats right in front of the demonic monstrosity. Saul grabs Demon by the throat as his eyes widen with terror. The ghastly sight hoists Demon into the air and chokeslams him violently into the mats across his back.

Douglas: What!?! Saul just came out here and came to Riggs’ aid!!

Mayne: He just chokeslammed Demon straight to hell. Sorry to be so cliche, I know that’s usually Dan’s department.

The fans are still going nuts as Marcus turns around and spots this, staring through the cables and pointing in anger at Saul while the fans continue to go nuts. He doesn’t even notice Riggs wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him up in reverse. Riggs is sitting on the back of his thighs with Hither’s shoulders pressed to the canvas before Riggs bridges over backwards and places his palms to the canvas. Wright drops and makes the count.

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The crowd goes nuts before Hithers gets his shoulder off the canvas, kicking out at the last possible second. The fans are screaming, all of them standing up at the sight of what just took place

Douglas: Riggs seconds away from pinning Marcus Hithers! I cannot believe what a match we’re witnessing here.

Mayne: I can’t believe Saul came out here and came to Riggs’ aid, and wait a minute, he doesn’t look like he’s finished yet.

Hithers gets to his feet and as soon as he does, Saul steps into the ring and big boots him viciously to the face. The crowd screams at he sight of this as Hithers is knocked down hard to the canvas across his back, the referee forced to turn and begin calling for the bell.

Dan: No dammit!! Saul just got Riggs disqualified!

Mayne: Was that his intention though?

Riggs is resting on his elbows and knees, not even realizing that Saul has just forced the referee to disqualify him. Wildcat rolls over with a very groggy expression on his face before Saul steps in and grabs him around the neck. He bends Hithers forward and takes hold of the back of his trunks before hoisting him into the air and dropping back into the Wormwood (Implant DDT). Hither’s skull crashes off the canvas before he bounces into the air and drops onto his back, Saul rolling out of the ring in the process. Riggs stares at the referee, shaking his head over what just transpired, demanding he restart the match.

Douglas: What an unusual turn of events here. Just when it looked like Riggs was on his way to victory, Saul comes out here and takes out the Hell’s Angels, causing him to be disqualified.

Mayne: But the question remains, was it his intention to get Riggs disqualified, or was he actually out here to help?

Riggs gets to his knees, appearing exhausted and absolutely full of pain. The match seems to have taken quite a toll on his body as he stares up slowly though to observe Saul backing up the ramp. A twisted grin resides on the giant’s face, Saul’s eyes meeting with Riggs’. An expression of pure confusion befalls Riggs’ features, unsure of what this means while Saul just continues to grin sinisterly in his direction.


MIDGET TOSSING


John Torretto is walking alone in the bowels of the arena, when he hears some fiesta music. It almost sounds like a Mexican hat dance. After a few seconds of curiosity, he decides he has to go check this out for himself. He walks into the room where the sound is coming from. Across the way, from the other door, he can see Too Magnificent just walking in, apparently with the same curiosity.

In the room, there are a lot of mini masked luchadors. Indeed, they are doing a Mexican hat dance. The mood seems festive. There is lots of food over to one side of the room. Torretto is hungry, but holds off. However, when he sees Too Mag heading over to the food table, he can't resist. Too Mag picks up a burrito and starts munching away. John goes for a taco.

Torretto: “Interesting little party here. Think the Grays know what's going on down here?”

Too Magnificent eyes Torretto in disdain.

Too Mag: “Not a chance. After all, the Alpha Generation are running things around here, not those pissants the Grays. What are you doing down here?”

Torretto: “I heard the music and came to check out what was going on.”

Too Mag: “I was invited."

Torretto: "How'd a big bitch like you get invited by such small people?"

Too Mag: "I was wondering how a little bastard like you didn't get invited."

Torretto: "I betchya I can bodyslam more of these little guys than you."

Too Mag: "Oh yeah? What's the wager?"

Torretto: "A future title match."

Too Mag: "Done. Let's make it sixty seconds."

Torretto sets his watch to time sixty seconds.

Torretto: "Ready. Set. GO!"

Torretto and Too Mag start to rip through the room. They bodyslam midgets to one side of the room or the other. It almost looks like a comic farce the way bodies are flying. As quickly as it starts though, Torretto's watch beeps to signify one minute has been completed. Torretto and Too Mag proceed to count each other's midget pile. Then they compare numbers.

Too Mag: "You have a pile of 30 midgets."

Torretto: "Damn. You had 32 you big bitch."

Torretto and Too Mag stand there and look at each other for a moment, then they just start laughing. They both turn to head to the food table to continue stuffing their faces.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


TAKING OVER


A poster of AWOL comes into the forefront of the camera, framed behind glass. It features him standing on a turnbuckle holding the World Heavyweight title belt aloft above his head as the camera lens pulls out slowly yo reveal Devin Hawk staring into it’s shimmering surface. A snide smirk resides upon his face as he stares at the frozen image before turning and slamming the poster over the side of a trash can, busting the glass and ripping the paper the photo was printed on. The camera pans out even further to reveal Jackson Adams seated comfortably in a nice black leather chair, AWOL’s chair. His legs are kicked up and placed over the side of the desk with his hands interlocked behind his head, a confident, sinister smirk present upon his face. He gets himself comfortable with the fans booing while Ryan makes his way past the opposite wall, ripping other posters touting AWOL’s accomplishments from the wall. Standing nervously over Adams is none other than Michelle Blacker, who anxiously takes in all of this in bewilderment, holding her microphone close to her lips.

Michelle: Um, Jackson, you called me back here, why?

Adams opens up a small box on AWOL’s desk and removes an expensive cigar from within, smirking widely as he lights it and begins to puff away. He leans back in a relaxed state yet again.

Adams: What I say, you do Michelle, and you do so without annoying questions, understand me?

Michelle timidly glances at Devin Hawk who has stepped to her side with his massive arms crossed over his sternum.

Jackson: But since you’ve got to go all Lois Lane on us here, I’ll give you your explanation. You see, not only do we want the fans to see the little redecorating we’ve done to AWOL’s face office, now that we’re in control, but I’ve got a few important announcements to make concerning next week.

A chuckle escapes Adams’ mouth while he gets himself even more comfortable.

Adams: Firstly, since the World Heavyweight Champion thinks he’s got the right to walk around attacking whomever he wants, it’s time for the Alpha Generation to do something AWOL couldn’t.....

Michelle: Didn’t you attack AWOL though earlier tonight.....?

Jackson: Don’t try to contradict me Michelle if you value your job. I mean, I’m sure that strip club down the road would welcome you back with open arms and a throbbing penis, but I’m confident your through spreading your legs to get a head. So keep your mouth shut while I’m talking.

Devin reaches out and grabs Blacker by the shoulder, giving her a massage while she trembles in fear. Jackson leans forward and places his elbow to the table while ashing his fine stolen cigar.

Adams: Now, as I was saying, it’s time for the Alpha Generation to fulfill our quest. It’s time for us to prove ourselves to the Prophet, who has patiently guided us through this turbulent time. Therefore, next week, Desolation is going to be involved in some tag team action. It’s going to be him, versus Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills, and.....

Jackson twirls his finger around the room before finally pointing dramatically at himself.

Jackson: Me! In a three on two handicap match.

The crowd has a loud reaction, consisting of pure boos at the sound of what they just heard while a chuckle escapes from Adams.

Jackson: But wait, there’s more. Because I’m sure everyone’s just wondering who? Who in the world would dare team with Desolation for this all important three on two match? Well, I’m glad you asked Michelle.

Jackson pats a confused Blacker on the shoulder.

Adams: Because his tag team partner, next week, is going to be none other than his former lackey, the man who use to worship the ground he walked on, Orlando Cruze. Hahaha.

There is a sinister chuckle from everyone in the dressing room as Mills sits on the desk beside Jackson, coveting the tag team title straps. Blacker looks repulsed by this one sided booking before a large commotion can be heard.

No! No! No!!

The crowd responds furiously as none other than Tim May steps into the camera’s frame swiping at his face with a towel, blood still smeared across his features. Behind him saunters a sweaty Wildcat gripping the back of his head and an irate Demon, who steps forward and slaps the desk surface hard with the palms of his hands. Adams pushes himself backwards away from the desk, holding his palms out in front of himself while Mills stands up, he and Devin getting into a defensive position.

May: This is unacceptable! It’s balderdash is what it is. I agreed to allow my Hell’s Angels to help you out against Project Lost Cause all those weeks ago, and we still haven’t received our reparations for our kindness.

It takes several deep breaths for Tim to control himself and try to bring his anger back to normal. Obviously he is still insanely pissed over being disrespected by Riggs a few moments ago. Jackson shakes his head while leaning back in his hair and interlocking his fingers in front of his face.

Adams: Well now, what do you think you should get for this kind act?

Tim: What has been denied to the Hell’s Angels. A shot at the World Tag Team Titles.

May’s finger extends and points between Devin and Ryan, who merely grin at the prospect.

Mills: You, challenge, us? Please.

Adams: Now hold on Ryan, the Hell’s Angels certainly do have a legitimate claim to a shot at the belts. But Tim, if you want Demon and Wildcat to have an opportunity to become champs, then your going to have to do one more little thing for us.

Tim’s eyes roll and his anger escalates.

Tim: Hold on a second. The Hell’s Angels are no one’s arraign boys. We don’t take orders from the likes of you. Your going to give my boys their rightfully deserved tag team title shot, or your going to reap the consequences of their actions. Let’s go guys.

With that May turns and marches off past a lingering Wildcat and Demon, both men still glaring straight at a smiling Adams. Their eyes shift to Mills and Devin though, who step forward slightly, just looking for another skirmish.

Demon: Sooner or later, you boys are gonna have to MAN UP!

Demon’s lower lip trembles from his anger before he turns and marches off past a pain stricken Wildcat, still feeling the back of his head. After a second Marcus finally follows his tag team partner out the door. Devin begins to move towards the door, about to implode before Adams holds his palms up quickly.

Adams: Let those idiots go Devin. They’ll get what’s coming to them, just like AWOL did tonight. We got bigger fish to fry tonight.

Devin stares slowly and sinisterly down at Adams before nodding his head complacently. Oddly though, Devin’s eyes raise to take in the sight of none other than Denile Partis who has strolled into the dressing room aimlessly. Jackson and Ryan also wear puzzled expressions on their features as Denile walks past them, twisting and turning as he overlooks the dressing room. Denile appears completely lost and in some type of daze before he turns and nods in the direction of the Alpha Generation, then stumbles back out the door. Jackson’s eyebrow is raised as he turns towards Mills, who just shrugs his shoulders, unsure of exactly why Denile just wondered into their dressing room.


RINGSIDE


Dan: What action out here tonight Billy, on what has been a truly chaotic evening.

Mayne: Oh yeah, and we’ve got so much more to go tonight. But speaking of chaos, what about what happened at the Rumble Bash between Johnny Kingdom and Lethal Weapon?

Douglas: Violence exploded between those two for sure Billy, and over the week we tried to get in touch with both men to find out what exactly went wrong at the Rumble Bash, and get their un-rated responses on the events that transpired at that pay-per-view.

Billy: If you have children present, I would suggest you send them out of the room right now, because this isn’t going to be pretty.


LETHAL WEAPON & JOHNNY KINGDOM SHOOT


The camera switches to a pre-made video package with dramatic music playing in the background. The features of Lethal Weapon appear in the forefront of the camera seated in what appears to be the living room to his house. A pear of sunglasses are planted on the edge of his nose while a baseball cap is sat on top of his skull and turned in reverse. His arms are crossed over his sternum as he leans back with an apathetic expression on his face, the music picking up in the background, building to his first word.

Lethal: Many have asked me why I bothered to come back to this company again, my ex-wife hates me, the fans have seen my legend, my spectacle made a mockery under the ULW banner and my ending from this business, from these initials ended in disgrace when one of the former lackies of Jackson Adams was allowed a push into the limelight for throwing me from a stage only to be fired for his egotistical nature off camera.

Lethal repositions himself in the chair, the music picking up in intensity in the background.

Weapon: The answer however was simple, I never backed down from a challenge and I never walked away from a mountain that was left to climb and when ULW asked me to do something simple and enforce there Rumble Bash, I saw it as a way for me to finally say my goodbye on happy terms with the company, to allow the fans to finally wave me off for the hard work and sweat, blood and tears I have given this company and many other companies over my long 15 year professional career.

The video switches quickly to Johnny Kingdom seated in a chair on his back porch with trees blowing in the wind behind him. He gazes forward with a smug, confident expression on his face while he leans, completely relaxed, in reverse in his chair. The voice of the interviewer can be heard in the background, telling Johnny everything that Weapon uttered. A mere grin crosses Johnny’s face though, followed by a soft chuckle. The scene switches back to Weapon leaning forward in his chair, further expressing his angst over the situation that exploded at the Rumble Bash.

Lethal: But when Johnny Kingdom was announced as the other enforcer to the match, I realized trouble was ahead, because the overrated egotistical nature of the man far outweighs anything he is actually capable of, but nonetheless, I was there to do a job and after making it clear to AWOL what I disliked about this idea…I tried to do what I was paid to do, I tried to be the legend of old, the simple old fashioned enforcer who doesn’t need to try and eat up the limelight because he feels its good for his image.

Ha…I guess that’s what separates me and Johnny, I’m a man and he is still a boy, a boy who has for the majority of his career used his slim success in the business to fuel his sarcastic and somewhat pathetic nature to make out that he is some kind of big star.

Johnny Kingdom’s face can be seen again, as no words come from his mouth whatsoever. He just leans back with a large smile pulled across his features. He now stretches and yawns as the comments from Weapon are relayed to him. The apathy, as well as a pear of sunglasses have been removed from Weapon’s face as he leans forward with intensity, staring into the camera.

Weapon: …Johnny Kingdom, you went too far at the Rumble Bash and you pushed my patience to the limit, you see, we had a job to do but while I was getting on with the issue at hand, you were to busy trying to relive your wonder years by taking the spotlight away from the wrestlers giving there effort in the ring every chance you could, but then, its not surprising from you is it, because that’s the way you always were, trying to make out you were better then anyone else, trying to make out you were the superior being…

…You beat me once because of a mistake on my part, I relied on emotion to take you down for what you did to Sheryl and you used that against me…

…But soon JK, things for you, will not…Be such a laughing matter…

…Enjoy your limelight for now Johnny Kingdom, because soon, I’ll be the darkness that dims you out for good…

Johnny Kingdom is cut back to again as he leans backwards in his chair and raises his wrist into the air, glancing at his watch impatiently. He now stares forward straight into the camera which zooms in closely on his face. The music sounds spine tingling, chilling in the background as the lens inches closer and closer to Johnny’s face, building suspense.

Kingdom: Are we done yet?

The music falls flat abruptly at the sight of Kingdom’s smug, befuddled features.


SHOCKING NEWS


The camera returns to the arena where Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne are shown seated at the announce table. Dan seems excited while Billy wears a repulsed expression on his face.

Billy Mayne: What the hell was that? Why didn’t Johnny Kingdom say anything?

Dan Douglas: I don’t know, but what I do know is a secret piece of information that was handed to me at the beginning of the show....

Mayne: Why do they give this stuff to you and not me? I’m a much better color analyst.

Dan: Yeah, whatever. Anyway, next week ladies and gentlemen, we’ve now learned that Lethal Weapon will be here live on Annihilation.

Billy: Lethal Weapon, here next week? Boy we got the short end of the stick didn’t we?

Dan: I’m very excited to see what Weapon is going to have to say next week on Annihilation as we continue to count down the time till Paranoia.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



DESOLATION VS. DEVIN WASHINGTON


As the show returns live Devin Washingston is hopping in the ring, getting himself ready for the impending singles match. He stretches several times, but wears a grin, not appearing that concerned over the impending battle seeing as Desolation seems preoccupied with Orlando, especially at the onslaught of the telecast.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back live to Annihilation, and if your just joining us you’ve missed quite a night thus far. But as you can see, the action is continuing because Devin Washington a newcomer to the ULW, but certainly not to the world of wrestling, and if I were him I’d wipe that grin off his face.

Mayne: Why? He should be pumped, he should be excited to be in the big leagues known as ULW.

Douglas: Yeah, but he’s about to step into the ring with a really pissed off World Heavyweight Champion, who got my candy dish busted over his head earlier tonight in that brawl.

Devin continues to march back and forth, looking happy when the Champion’s music now hits the PA system, the crowd standing. They go nuts, expecting Desolation to march through them only for the title holder to emerge through the curtains and stand on the stage. He has the belt in his hand but throws it down on the ramp as he marches straight towards the ring. He jogs towards it actually with blood frozen on his face, hidden slightly behind his bandage.

Douglas: Here comes the Champ and he doesn’t look like he wants to work overtime tonight.

Mayne: Who would? The pay sucks.

Desolation slides into the ring without a second’s hesitation as Devin steps in and immediately begins to drill him over the back with forearm strikes and kicks. He tries to keep Desolation down as the Dark Man gets to his hands and knees. Washington steps to his side and rushes in with a huge low dropkick to the side of his face. Desolation falls over sideways and rolls across the canvas ad Devin gets to his knees and jumps across the ring, straight on top of the bloodied champion.

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Douglas: Washington going after Desolation quick which is sound strategy.

Mayne: Indeed, the last thing he wants is for Desolation to get to his feet.

Washington places his hands to the back of Desolation’s head, bending it forward as he begins to deliver knee drops to it with both legs. He hits several hard knee strikes before he grabs Desolation by the hair and pulls him up onto his knees. He connects with a stiff European Uppercut to his jaw, and then does it again and again. Desolation is staggered as Devin turns and rushes across the ring straight into the other ropes, bouncing off and coming back in. Desolation stands up though and delivers an absolutely sick buzzsaw kick to Devin’s face. The strike knocks Washington into a backwards flip as he crashes across the back of his head and rolls over. He ends up on his knees looking brain dead while a fuming Desolation moves in and puts his head under the armpit of Washington, dragging him to his feet. He lifts him up for the back drop suplex but drops slightly sideways so that Washington is flipped over, crashing across the back of his neck and head with a back drop driver. He flips over onto his posterior with a dazed glint in his eyes before Desolation steps in and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Devin to his feet and wraps his arms around his waist before hoisting him into the air and hitting a second back drop driver, planting Washington right on top of his head. Devin bounces off and rolls across the canvas holding his noggin as Desolation stands up and steps towards him, showing absolutely no mercy as he grabs Washington by the back of the head. He pulls him up onto his knees and connects with an insanely stiff kick right to his face, making Devin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. Desolation pulls him to his feet and hoists him into the air before delivering the Wyvern Driver II, dangerously sending the head of Washington crashing into the canvas.

Douglas: OH MY GOD! Desolation just dropped Devin on top of his head three times in a row.

Mayne: Is he still alive?

Desolation still isn’t through as the bloodied World Champion grabs Devin by the hair and drags him up to his feet. Washington can’t even stand as he’s pulled into Desolation’s shoulder. The World Champion stands up, letting Devin hang off his back before he reaches in reverse, wrapping his arm around the back of Washington’s neck and rushing forward. He jumps high into the air and then comes down with a brutal Brand X, Kryptonite Krunch. Devin bounces off the canvas across the top of his head as he sits up, appearing absolutely dead. Desolation grabs him by the shoulder quickly and pulls him onto his back before falling into the cover.

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The fans scream after the absolute mugging the World Champion just put on Washington, who now lies motionless on the canvas. Desolation gets to his feet and demands the use of a microphone.

Douglas: Desolation basically just killed Devin Washington out here and now he’s demanding the use of a microphone.

Mayne: Oh joy, first we get a squash and now we get even more talking.

Dan: It’s a ULW show, did you expect anything else?

Desolation steps back and forth with blood still dripping down his contorted, deranged features. He trembles in anger before he points towards the backstage area.

Desolation: Alright, I’ve had enough crappy booking for one night, now I want to dig my teeth into somebody who’s ass I’m mildly interested in kicking. Orlando, did you think smashing a cookie jar over my head was going to be it? Well I’m afraid your sadly, sadly mistaken, almost as mistaken as when you believe your of World title material. But if you want to prove yourself, if you want to show you have a bigger set of balls than Robin Brooks, bring yourself out here and lets settle this.....

The crowd starts screaming as without warning Orlando Cruze slides into the ring behind the Dark Man with a steel chair in hand. He jumps to his feet and lifts the chair above his head before rushing straight at Desolation’s backside.

Douglas: Look out Desolation!

Mayne: Hey no fair, your not suppose to pick sides.

Orlando swings the chair when Desolation turns and ducks it quickly, the steel mass missing his skull by mere inches. The Icon turns around shocked when Desolation begins to slug him repeatedly to the face, knocking him backwards as a result with the fans screaming with joy. A furious, bloodied Dark Man continues to connect with right hands under the jaw of the Icon, backing him towards the cables with each hard blow.

Douglas: The Dark Man getting his hands on Orlando Cruze again. These two can’t keep away from one another tonight Billy!

Mayne: They’re determined to tear one another apart, because Desolation can’t keep his hands to himself.

Orlando suddenly kicks Desolation straight to the testicles, bending him forward before the Icon rushes forward and takes him down with a brutal lariat. The Dark Man is sent crashing onto his back before the Icon steps in with an irate expression on his face, beginning to stomp him repeatedly to the sternum and shoulder. He reaches down and grabs his belt buckle, undoing it. The crowd starts screaming as Cruze removes his leather belt, letting Desolation roll onto his hands and knees towards the chair. Cruze steps in and slaps the belt hard over his back, and then does it again the fans reacting with disgust over what they are seeing.

Orlando: Ruin my moment will you, you son of a bitch!?! I’m sick of you taking everything from me!

Cruze lifts the belt into the air about to him again when Desolation grabs the chair off the canvas and drives the upper edge straight into Orlando’s gut. The Icon doubles over forward, grabbing his mid-section and dropping the belt as Desolation stands, lifting the chair above his head. Orlando looks up at the last second though and spots this, dropping quickly to the canvas and rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He jumps over the barricade now and backs up through the fans holding his bruised ribs while Desolation stands up in the squared circle trembling with fury. Blood drips down his face still as he throws down the chair but doesn’t remove his eyes from the Icon.

Dan: Man, I can’t wait to see these two collide at Paranoia.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


The time has come

Images suddenly flash the screen, centering on AWOL big booting Johnny Kingdom to the face, before shifting into a shot of Orlando delivering the Switchblade chokeslam on Alexander Fayt. It cuts quickly into an image of Robin Brooks soaring through the air with a shooting star press from the top of a cage.

The biggest night in ULW history

Desolation is featured hitting the Curb Stomp on Bluhd Raige before shifting into an image of Lethal Weapon spearing Orlando Cruze to the gut. The Livewire title is shown being held in the air above Jackson Adams’ head, before switching into a feed featuring Nathan Creed standing on the ramp, with the same title belt held aloft.

The biggest night in wrestling

The bloodied face of Killjoy is shown glaring back and forth before it cuts to Chapel giving that same legend the crucifix bomb from the turnbuckle through a flaming table. It then switches to Isaac making his way down the ramp with a determined glint in his eyes before cutting to Hurse standing on the stage with strobe lights going off around him as he hops in place. It then switches to Riggs seated in the shadows as a slight hint of lace flashes over his painted face.

The biggest party on the planet!

The harder lyrics of Overrated by Three Days Grace plays in the background as images of a bloody Isaac are shown as someone stands over his back and slugs him in the face. We see AWOL hitting the Semper Fi back breaker off the top rope, before cutting to Kingdom hitting the Exodus Finale on Cortez. Another shot features the giant Andre Bates crashing through the top of the Weapon’s Lair. Too Magnificent is showcased hitting a death valley driver from the top of a cage through a table. It then cuts to images of the Weapon’s Lair lowering over the ring with lights flashing all around it.

Be apart of history


THE FINAL FAREWELL


Douglas: Well, ladies and gentlemen, so much already going down tonight, violence erupting from every nook and cranny of this telecast. I mean, General Manager AWOL has already been laid out with a powerbomb backstage on top of his limo, and Desolation and Cruze are just absolutely going at it. This night has been out of control thus far.

Mayne: It’s all revenge after what took place at the Rumble Bash, Dan, emotions are still running really wild.

BREAKDOWN!!

The crowd gets to their feet, everyone going nuts as through the curtains strides a well dressed Steven Parkwood, microphone clutched in hand a very sad, emotional expression on his face. The strobe lights go off on both sides of the stage, dancing in synch with the music as Hurse stands on the stage for several moments, examining the crowd respectfully. He starts down the ramp now in the direction of the ring with the fans still jumping up and down, paying their respect for the crafty veteran. He jumps onto the apron and takes a long look out over his fans, all of which are on their feet, putting their hands together for him. With a nod of his head and a tear caught in his eye, Steven bends forward and slides through the cables into the ring. He steps forward and drops to one knee, lifting his arms into the air as a huge collection of streamers are thrown into the ring, almost drowning him in them.

Douglas: What an emotional moment here ladies and gentlemen, Hurse is here to make his last appearance inside of a ULW ring.

Mayne: Oh who cares, his last appearance should be used to help establish someone, instead of putting people like Too Magnificent down.

Hurse remains on his knee with streamers continuing to bombard him, tears streaming down his cheeks. He is unable to choke them back any longer while he raises his hand and squeezes at the bridge of his nose, lowering his head throughout the process. The entire arena is on its feet, commencing in a standing ovation as Hurse rises to his feet, weighted down the streamers hanging over his shoulders and body. He nods his head in the direction of the fans before turning in a circle and pointing out in their direction. Everyone is standing, putting their hands together as Hurse continues to nod his head respectfully towards them. Tears leak uncontrollably down his cheeks before he stops and slowly lifts the microphone up to his lips. The referee pushes streamers out of the ring while Hurse tries to speak. He is too choked up with emotion though as he hides his eyes and shakes his head. The fans start to slap the barricade plates now and stomp their feet, starting to chant his name.

Hurse lifts the microphone to his lips again but then retracts his head, the emotion too strong and the ovation too loud. He seems to be getting really choked up again but smiles before finally forcing up the nerve to speak.

Hurse: Thank you.

The ovation gets louder for a second before Hurse is forced to cut in.

Hurse: Thank you fans for three wonderful years competing in this ULW ring, and many more years competing in various other wrestling organizations. Thank you for your support, thank you rather you were cheering me, booing me, cussing my name, or shouting my praises. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!

Another loud reaction commences from the crowd while Hurse backs up, nodding his head and fighting back his tears.

Hurse: But I not only want to thank you fans, who kept me competing in this ring long after my body gave out on me, I also want to pay tribute to the guys and girls in the back. The same people who bust their ass night and night out to entertain each and everyone of you people. The same people who sweat and bleed, the ones who rip muscles but step through those curtains through sheer agony, and love every moment of competing in front of you all. I have to give a round of applause to those people in the lockeroom as well. Men and women who have given me their best in this ring, guys like Nathan Creed, Isaac Saine, Johnny Kingdom, and yes, even Too Magnificent. People who’ve helped to bare the weight of this company on their broad shoulders and who will take up that extra burden long after I’m gone. I just want to say, I respect the hell out of each and everyone of you. You all made this company what it is, and will continue to build it up long, long after I’m gone.

The cheers get louder and louder as Hurse runs his hand down his face, doing a better job at controlling his emotions now.

Hurse: Before I leave this ring for the final time tonight, I just want to say it’s been an absolute pleasure. I’ve lived for nothing else but the chance at being the best, the chance to hold the World title aloft above my head and call myself the greatest. Rather I achieved that goal or not is up to each and everyone of you, but I know I didn’t come anywhere near earning that accolade, especially when you got greats like Desolation in this company. But like I said, all I ever wanted to do was entertain you fans and go down in the record books as one of the best in ULW history. After three years of spilling my blood, my sweat, and my tears for this industry, I hope I will be remembered. I hope one day far in the future people recall the exploits of Steven Parkwood, some of my legendary matches against the likes of Too Magnificent, Johnny Kingdom, or Isaac Saine. I hope I’ve left an impression, one that can never be forgotten. I hope my career has actually meant something to each and every......

Violence Fettish hits the PA system and the entire arena suddenly changes their tune, many of them falling quiet out of confusion. Through the curtains stomps Isaac Saine with the Livewire title hanging around his neck. He marches towards the ring, not even looking up to acknowledge Hurse throughout the process. Hurse has turned to eye the Livewire Champion in confusion.

Douglas: Hey, wait a minute, what the hell is this? Isaac Saine interrupting Hurse’s farewell speech.

Mayne: About time someone did. Hurse is harder to understand than the Ultimate Warrior. But wait, I thought Isaac left the building.

Douglas: He must have come back in after AWOL was laid out by the Alpha Generation.

Hurse takes a step back, looking completely bewildered with his arms extended out to his sides as Isaac rolls into the ring and marches straight towards him. He shoves Hurse violently out of the way with both hands, almost knocking him down to the canvas before approaching the cables and demanding the use of a microphone. One is handed to him through the cables as the fans find themselves actually booing Isaac, who turns with the mic gripped in hand.

Isaac: CHAPEL!! CHAAAAAPPPEEELLLL!!! You stupid, ignorant son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how fucked you are! How fucked your life is going to become!?!

Isaac strolls back and forth furiously while Hurse continues to hang back, appearing stunned by this.

Saine: Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Well do you? Nobody fucks with me. Nobody comes into my ring and throws me out of it! Who do you think you are!?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!??!! Have you lost your God damn mind? You must have, because now, now, it’s your turn to face the repercussions for your actions. You want to know who’s hardcore? You want to know who the real, living breathing monster is here in the ULW? Well it’s about time you prove it you sorry sack of shit! I’m standing here right now to challenge you to a match at Paranoia!

The crowd uncontrollably goes nuts at the sound of this revelation, deeply enjoying the prospect of an Isaac Saine vs. Chapel match at the biggest pay-per-view in ULW.

Mayne: Has Isaac lost his mind?

Douglas: This man has completely and utterly snapped here tonight Billy.

Isaac continues to march back and forth, before he grabs the top rope and leans over it, shouting furiously towards the camera.

Isaac: Chapel, I want you at the biggest pay-per-view of the year! I want to humiliate you in front of the millions of people watching throughout the world. I want to twist your flesh and taste your blood, all the while proving who is the most savage hardcore beast in ULW history. Fuck your DVD, and fuck you! If you got even one ball left in your body that Demona hasn’t already ripped from your scrotum, then you’ll answer my challenge, you’ll face me at Paranoia!!

Saine is seething, about to explode like a raging volcano.

Hurse: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a second here Isaac.

The interruption causes Isaac to spin around with wide eyes, as if noticing his PLC teammate standing in the ring for the first time. Hurse reluctantly approaches the Livewire Champion, with his palm held outward.

Hurse: Listen Isaac, I think you need to calm down a bit man. I mean, have you even realized that you interrupted my retirement speech here?

Saine: To hell with your retirement!

Isaac steps away from the cables and digs his finger into the chest of Hurse, pushing him back a bit.

Hurse: Fair enough Isaac, but still man, I need you to hear me out for a second. Your letting Chapel win here man. Your letting him get into your head and twist your emotions. You need to calm down and think clearly for a second. Your allowing yourself to become obsessed with Chapel, and with obsession comes destruction. Don’t let yourself walk that line again Isaac, don’t allow yourself be manipulated......

A furious Isaac grabs hold of Hurse’s shirt and pushes him backwards, almost lifting him off of his feet as he gets right into his face. The twisted Saine breaths heavily with his eyes filled with fury. He physically shakes Hurse.

Isaac: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! If you can’t get me Chapel, then you don’t matter. Now stay out of my fucking business before I break your neck!! I will get my hands on Chapel, and nobody will stop me!!

Isaac pushes Hurse backwards before turning and storming out of the ring. He bites into his lower lip, trembling as he slips through the cables and onto the apron, then drops to the outside mats. Brimming with rage he marches up the ramp towards the backstage area. He doesn’t even turn back towards the ring while Hurse turns to watch him go. He shakes his head now and turns around straight into a trash can shot to the cranium. The fans react with utter disgust as Too Magnificent steps forward into the camera’s frame with the dented can in his hands.

Douglas: Wait a minute! Wait a damn minute here!! Too Magnificent just laid out Hurse with a trash can shot. How disgraceful, how disgusting is this!?!

Mayne: The issue between these two is still not resolved, even with Hurse retiring.

Too Mag begins to stomp away at Hurse now while the rest of the Alpha Generation slide into the ring. Jackson Adams, Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills swarm upon Hurse, beginning to stomp him repeatedly. Jackson motions for Devin to stand him up now as Hawk grabs Hurse by the hair and rolls him onto his knees. Hawk pulls Hurse’s head between his legs and wraps his arms around his mid-section before lifting him up into the air and onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Too Magnificent places the trash can on the canvas in front of Devin who powerbombs Hurse right on top of it. The can dents violently around Hurse’s body, while he lies motionless upon it. Isaac is marching up the ramp and not even turning back to observe any of this whatsoever while running his hands through his long hair. Jackson drops to his knees right over top of Hurse, getting into his face.

Jackson: Your just another victim. Consider this your going away present, bitch!

Adams slaps the side of Hurse’s face before standing up and backing away slowly. Too Magnificent stares down at Hurse, licking his lips in satisfaction.

Douglas: I cannot believe what we’ve just witnessed. Hurse came out here to give his farewell speech and was interrupted by his demented teammate, who didn’t even come back to save him from this reprehensible Alpha Generation beat down.

Mayne: What a way to say goodbye to Hurse, hahahaha.

Jackson, Too Magnificent, Devin and Ryan all stare towards the rafters again where that same cloaked and hooded figure lurks. He crouches over forward though and leans his forearms against the steel rail before him, observing all of this with a nod of his shadowed face. Hurse is still going into convulsions now before the crowd starts to go insane, Robin Brooks emerges through the curtains, gripping Nathan’s wrist and forcing him towards the squared circle. Creed doesn’t seem all that interested in helping but charges forward nevertheless.

Dan: Here comes Project Lost Cause Billy!!

Mayne: Can’t these neanderthals keep themselves out of the Alpha Generation’s business?

Jackson spots them coming and motions for Too Magnificent to follow him now as they both rush forward. Creed and Robin slide into the ring and are on their knees when they both bend forward and catch the two coming in. Robin elevates Adams, and Creed hoists Too Magnificent, throwing both men over the top rope, and sending them crashing hard to the outside mats. The fans are putting their hands together, going wild as Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk step forward, beginning to exchange right hands with the Project Lost Cause members. All the while Hurse rolls from the ring and spills onto the mats, appearing completely beaten down.

Dan: More chaos erupting out here Billy. This show has had absolutely no semblance of control since the opening credits rolled.

Mayne: Indeed. It’s all thanks to PLC, just like Desolation they can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Douglas: You are so full of shit!

Nathan chops Ryan across the sternum several times, backing him up while Brooks surprisingly goes after the bigger man, Devin. She throws repeated kicks into both sides of the tag team champion’s thighs while the crowd screams with enjoyment. Suddenly a referee rushes from the back and slides into the ring, joined by several security guards. Jackson motions for them to come out from the back while continuing to step in reverse up the ramp. He appears irate over what is happening here while he also holds Too Magnificent at bay, trying to calm down the large savage. Security finally steps in between both PLC and the Alpha Generation, forcing Devin and Ryan backwards in the direction of one of the corners, while doing the same to Brooks and Creed. Jackson steps forward and grabs the microphone Hurse dropped onto the mats during the attack, lifting it quickly to his lips.

Adams: That’s it! If you two want to be our next victims, then that’s just fine. Ring the damn bell ref, and let’s get this tag team match started!

The fans respond with a loud collection of cheers as Adams throws down the microphone and backs up the ramp, Too Magnificent doing the same.

Dan: I can’t believe this, we’re getting this match started right now between Project Lost Cause and the Alpha Generation. Tempers cannot keep these two groups apart any longer.

Mayne: Prepare to watch the Alpha Generation destroy your precious PLC, Dan.

The fans are still putting their hands together as Creed and Brooks back into their corner, Devin and Mills doing the same at the official’s behest. On the outside of the ring, Hurse is being helped to his feet by two security guards, doubling over their shoulders in tremendous pain.


DEVIN HAWK & RYAN MILLS VS. ROBIN BROOKS & NATHAN CREED


The crowd is pumped while Nathan and Robin seem to be bickering over who will start this match. Creed calmly places his hand on the shoulder of Robin though, talking to her gently now and explaining that he’d like to do this in order to ensure her protection. The Black Widow rolls her eyes and turns, beginning to exit the ring before Ryan rushes up straight behind Creed and catches him with a forearm to the upper back. Creed is knocked forward into the cables before he turns around to face Mills who steps in and blasts him across the forehead, and then does it again and again. The strikes knock Nathan backwards into the ropes before Mills chops him to the sternum and then grabs hold of his arm. He extends Creed’s arm outward and swings around under it, placing him in the arm ringer while dragging him away from the cables. Creed stomps both feet and drops to a knee as the pain coursing through his arm is quite severe. Mills now drives the point of his elbow down into the bicep of Nathan and then grabs him under the muscle, pulling him back up to a standing base. He then pulls Creed’s wrist and drags him shoulder first straight into his own shoulder, inflicting even further damage. As Nathan steps back Ryan keeps hold of his wrist and swings under it again, really twisting up the arm in this submission. He keeps both hands locked around Creed’s wrist before Nathan reaches out and grabs one of Mills’ fingers. He begins to push it over backwards, twisting it at a very awkward angle as Mills starts to yell out in pain. Nathan uses this to his advantage as he now ducks down and swings under his arm and Mills’. He reverses the wrist lock in the process and now places Ryan in the arm ringer.

Mills shouts out in pain as he reaches for his arm, dropping to a knee much like Nathan did a second ago before he stands up and turns his back towards the X-Class Champion. He places his spine to Nathan’s sternum as he tries to hold onto the wrist still. Mills moves his locked wrist towards his own body and pulls Nathan’s forearm into his shoulder as a result, causing him to have to break the hold. As soon as he does this, Mills grabs hold of Creed’s wrist again and bends down, slipping under Nathan’s arm pit and placing him in the hammerlock. He has Creed’s arm expertly folded behind his back before he drops down to his seat, and falls into a reverse roll. He pulls Nathan over backwards with him, causing the back of Creed’s shoulders to fall pinned to the canvas with Ryan bridging off the canvas beneath him with the hammerlock still established.

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Nathan kicks out, falling over sideways in the process as Mills rolls with him. He gets to his knees behind Creed’s back with the hammerlock still locked in.

Douglas: Some nice counter wrestling right here to start off this tag team match which could have huge effects on the tag team rankings.

Mayne: You aren’t kidding, this match is incredibly important. After all, the Alpha Generation cannot stand a blemish on their perfect record by having a loss to Project Lost Cause.

Nathan reaches up and wraps his arm around the neck of Mills before pushing himself up onto his feet. He pulls down on the head of Mills now and does it enough so that he can lift his arm into the air and wrap it around the back of his neck. He has him in a side headlock while Mills still pins Creed’s other arm behind his back in the hammerlock. Nathan now snaps over sideways, connecting with a side headlock takedown, and pulling Mills off of the hammerlock. Ryan crashes onto his back with Nathan falling spine first into his chest, clamping both arms tightly around the Lionheart’s neck in the process. Both of the tag team champion’s legs kick frantically as he tries to find a way out of this hold, but now he lifts them into the air and wraps them around Creed’s neck. He pulls Nathan down into the head scissors before Creed twists his body to turn it towards Mills, who has sat up on the canvas. The Future pushes himself around on his knees so that his back is facing the chest and upper body of Ryan, who is trying to club him over the spine to keep him down. Nathan kicks up into a head stand while the legs of his opponent are still locked around his neck before he drops down out of it right onto his feet beside Mills. He now springs into the air and dropkicks the face of Ryan violently. Mills falls onto his back and rolls across the canvas, holding his nose while Nathan gets to his knees, looking proud of himself. Mills rolls straight into his corner, reaching out and tagging in an eager Devin Hawk, who steps into the squared circle with an angry expression.

As Creed rises to his feet, Devin comes charging in and goes for a lariat. Nathan ducks it and gets behind Hawk’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist as if already for going for the German. But Hawk back elbows him to the side of the face and performs a standing switch, placing his hands to the spine of Creed and shoving him forward into the cables. Nathan bounces off back first and comes charging right at Devin who bends forward only for Creed to connect with a sunset flip. He jumps over Hawk’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him up in reverse into the pin.

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Hawk kicks out by rolling over in reverse, Nathan doing the same before both men rush forward. Nathan ducks an attempted forearm and gets behind Devin, clamping his arms around his waist and snapping over into the German suplex. Hawk crashes hard into the ring back first with Nathan holding onto the bridge and Robin cheering him on.

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The tag team champion shoots his shoulder from the canvas, forcing Nathan to break the waist lock.

Douglas: Creed had to fight for that German suplex but he finally got it in what has been a seesaw of a battle thus far, on a night where emotions are certainly running high.

Mayne: Did you expect anything less?

Nathan and Devin both get to their feet as Creed turns towards Hawk who has risen to his knees. Nathan steps in and immediately clamps his arms around his neck, applying the sleeper hold before Hawk reaches out to grab one of Creed’s hands. Nathan grabs that lunging set of fingers though and breaks the side headlock, instead changing the submission up into the top wrist lock. He bends Devin’s arm over in reverse while Hawk yells in pain, trying to force himself to a standing base. He gets both legs beneath him and begins to turn his body in Creed’s direction before he reaches out and grabs Nathan by the hair. He pulls down on it violently and causes Nathan to fall over backwards spine first straight across Devin’s knee. Creed breaks the top wrist lock while remaining stretched over Hawk’s knee before Devin grabs him by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet. He pushes Creed back a bit with his other arm and then drags him forward by the clutched wrist into a violent lariat. The collision sends Creed right down to the canvas with Devin stepping forward, shaking off the effects to his arm. Quickly Devin points and shouts something at Robin who merely smirks and shakes her head apathetically. Devin gives her the middle finger before turning back towards Nathan, who has risen to his knees, holding his throat.

Hawk grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet before throwing him into the AG corner. Nathan hits it chest first as Hawk tags out to Mills who grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over, turning in mid-air to come down with a knee to the lower back of the prone Creed. Nathan yells out in pain while Mills bends forward and delivers a quick shoulder block into his kidney area, and then does it once more. The strikes are hard and cause Creed to shout out in pain before Mills steps aside and Hawk comes rushing in from the center of the ring, turning his body and delivering a hard knee to the kidney area of his opponent. The X-Class Champion wails in anguish as Hawk finally exits the ring, Ryan stepping and delivering a quick kick to his lower back before grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around. Ryan connects with a right to his jaw, followed by another one before he grabs him by the wrist and pulls him out of the corner. He quickly places Nathan’s arm across his throat, locking him in a cobra clutch with their backs aimed towards the enemy corner. Creed uses his remaining energy though to push Mills backwards spine first into the corner. Ryan hits it hard and breaks the cobra clutch as Nathan steps forward to the center of the ring then turns around. Mills pulls himself up onto the second rope backwards and flies off with a lariat only for Creed to side step him and hook the approaching arm. Mills lands on his feet in front of Nathan, who has him in a half nelson as he hoists Ryan into the air for a back breaker. Ryan turns around though in midair, floating around behind the back of Creed and landing behind his back, avoiding the half nelson back breaker attempt. He places his hands to Creed’s spine and pushes him off exactly like Devin did a few moments earlier.

Nathan is shoved into the direction of his corner with Ryan charging in after him quickly only for Creed to step onto the second rope and then the top one, flipping off it backwards. Brooks makes the blind tag throughout the process as Mills charges in under Nathan, almost hitting the corner with Creed landing on his feet behind his back. Mills turns around and rushes forward for a lariat only for Creed to duck it and run into the corner behind his back where Robin is now standing. The crowd cheers as Mills turns right into Nathan rushing forward and connecting with the spear while at the same time Brooks charges in and hits a lariat. The two connect with a perfect tag team move that sends Mills crashing into the canvas. Robin quickly crawls into the cover.

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Mills gets his shoulder off the canvas, sitting up throughout the process.

Mayne: That was mildly impressive.

Douglas: Yes, it was a great tag team move utilized by Nathan and Robin.

Billy: No, I meant a member of the Alpha Generation actually being taken off his feet was impressive. I didn’t think such a thing was possible.

The crowd slaps the barricade after the quick tag team move as Robin grabs her old friend by the arm and pulls it around his neck, locking in the cobra clutch. She places her knee to the kidneys of Mills throughout the process, forcing his other arm to flail around wildly as he tries to find a way to escape this submission. Robin has it tightly clamped on though, trying to earn that submission. Mills reaches up with his free hand though and digs it into her eyes, slashing at them and causing her to release his arm. She lowers her knee as well before Mills falls onto his back and reaches in reverse with his legs, wrapping them around Robin’s neck. Brooks gets to her feet and forces Mills to stand on his hands with his legs interlocked about her neck before he twists his body and falls over sideways. He connects with a leg scissors only for Robin to be sent into a cartwheel, landing right back on her feet, avoiding his move. Mills doesn’t realize it as he gets to his feet and turns towards Brooks who steps in, connecting with a kick to his upper thigh. She then spins around and kicks him hard to the gut before rushing across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. She comes in at the bend forward Mills who quickly stands up and hits her with a back elbow to the face. Robin isn’t taken from her feet though, instead she’s sent staggering towards the cables with Mills turning away from her. Brooks turns around and jumps onto the middle cable now, springing off in reverse when Mills turns to face her and eats an elbow to his face for his troubles. Both athletes are knocked down to the canvas but Robin immediately nips up right onto her feet. The crowd puts their hands together and slaps the barricades while Robin steps forward, clapping her hands excitedly.

Douglas: Robin has got the Alpha Generation reeling thus far.

Mayne: It won’t last, I mean, it can’t last, right? This is the AG baby.

With a determined glint in her eyes, Brooks turns back to face Mills, who has gotten to his knees, calling for a time out. He tilts his head and sympathetically stares at Robin, his former close friend as Brooks glares at him and steps forward. As she does Ryan drives his forearm into her gut, bending Brooks forward to boos from the fans. Ryan grabs her by the back of the head now and stands up, delivering a stiff European Uppercut to her jaw. The strike knocks Brooks backwards into the turnbuckle before Mills rises to his feet and rushes in with a quick forearm strike to her face. Robin is almost knocked off of her feet from the impact before Mills connects with a hard, blistering chop to her chest and then slaps her across the side of the face. The fans become furious before Mills turns and begins to jaw jack with them.

Mills: Like you fucking rednecks don’t beat your girls.

They respond harshly before Ryan grabs Robin around the neck and lifts her up into the air, seating her on the second cable, already getting ready for a big move. He steps up the corner quickly and places her in the front gantry, going for the superplex before Brooks begins to slug him to the forehead, and then to the gut. She delivers a huge forearm strike to the side of his face that finally takes Mills off the corner and sends him crashing down spine first onto the canvas. This allows her to start standing up on the top rope, getting ready to connect with the Flying Star that has all the fans rising in anticipation. As soon as she gets her feet beneath her though, Mills rolls out of the way and out of the ring. He lands on his feet upon the mats, backing up in shock. Nathan enters the ring though and steps to the center, pointing straight out at Mills and then charging into the cables opposite the ones he’s standing just outside of. He the ropes back first only for Devin to knee him through the cables straight to the upper back. The impact causes Creed to stumble forward into the cables Mills is standing outside of; Robin standing up on the turnbuckle slowly. Devin enters the ring now and rushes straight at Nathan, getting a head full of steam when Creed turns and bends forward, placing his shoulders to the gut of Hawk. As soon as he stands up he back drops Devin over the cables and sends him crashing hard spine first into the outside mats. Devin hits them hard while rolling onto his knees, getting to his feet as Creed charges across the ring into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes rushing back in while Robin gets to her feet on the top rope and dives forward with a senton. Nathan dives through the cables at the same time, hitting a suicide dive headbunt to Devin that sends him flying back first into the barricade. Robin flips over forward and crashes spine first into Mills’ chest right at the exact same instant, taking both her and the tag champion down to the mats.

Douglas: STEREO DIVES!! That was insane from both Robin and Nathan!

Mayne: Are these two crazy? That must be why they’re so attracted to one another; neither one has a brain in their head.

A “UL-Dub” chant has now commenced, the crowd standing and putting their hands together after what they just witnessed. Nathan gets to his feet and steps up into the corner at the referee’s behest, who has started a ten count. Robin rises to her feet, grabbing Mills by the hair in the process and slugging him repeatedly to the face. She grabs him by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring under the ropes, before jumping onto the apron and beginning to enter. As soon as she sticks her upper body through the top and middle cable though, Devin grabs her around the ankle from the outside, keeping her from re-entering the squared circle. Robin kicks downward at him and doesn’t notice Mills standing up in front of her. Ryan moves in and kicks her hard to the chest, causing Brooks to stand up straight, hitting the top rope spine first. She now hangs between the ropes before Mills steps back before another big kick. He rushes in only for Robin to pull her head through the ropes at the last second, avoiding it and standing up on the apron. Ryan turns to face her when Robin reaches over the cables and grabs him around the neck, placing him in a stunner position while turning her side to the ring and staring down at Devin Hawk. Robin jumps into the air and pulls Mills throat first into the top rope with the stunner while dropping down legs first onto the shoulders of Devin and falling in reverse with a hurricarana. The crowd absolutely explodes at the sight of this as Devin flips over and crashes back first across the mats, yelling out in pain. Ryan bounces off the top rope and falls onto his back with the fans slapping the barricades and chanting Robin’s name.

Nathan is motioning for the fans to show her much more respect as Robin gets to her feet and jumps onto the apron. She grabs the top rope and then pulls herself over with a corkscrew splash right on top of Mills, causing him to go into convulsions. Brooks rolls onto her posterior and stands up, stepping towards Nathan and tagging him back into the match. Creed quickly steps up the turnbuckle and gets to the top rope with Ryan prone on the canvas before he launches himself off and connects with a huge elbow straight to Mills’ sternum. Ryan starts to go into convulsions while Nathan turns and crawls into the cover.

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The Lionheart kicks out and turns onto his side, looking shocked by this onslaught thus far. Creed gets to his feet and stomps Ryan to the back of his head, then does it once more. He drops down knee first into the back of his neck before standing up and wrapping his arms around his jaw. He pulls Ryan to his feet and blasts him to the sternum with a chop that causes Mills to fall back first into the cables. With momentum still in his court, Creed grabs Ryan by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Ryan turns around though at the last second and attempts to pull Nathan forward straight into a knee lift to the ribs. Creed jumps over the knee though and catches Mills by the back of the pants, pulling him over in reverse. The PLC representative rises to his feet and grabs both legs, trying to force Ryan over sideways and lock him in the Courtesy Call. Ryan flails his arms, trying to block this while Devin enters the ring behind Creed slowly. In a desperate attempt Mills frees one of his legs and kicks Creed hard to the forehead, causing him to be knocked off the Courtesy Call and sent turning in the direction of Hawk. Devin catches Nathan against his shoulder, standing up and turning around before driving him hard to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. The crowd groans at the sight of this.

Mayne: Oh, ho, ho, ho, that is what I’m talking about. There is no stopping the Alpha Generation.

Douglas: That was a nasty spinebuster by one of the brutes of the AG, Devin Hawk, and it may swing the momentum back onto their side.

Devin stands up, looking winded and holding the back of his neck before he turns towards Ryan, who moves in quickly. Devin bends forward as Mills steps over top of his neck, Hawk standing up and holding him in an electric chair drop position. He places his hands to Ryan’s thighs and shoves him over his head, sending him into a into a back first senton splash right on top of Nathan. The crowd groans the impact while Devin turns and begins to exit the ring, Ryan leaning back first into Creed and hooking his leg.

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Nathan kicks out, getting his shoulder desperately off of the canvas. A flustered Ryan sits up holding three fingers up into the official’s direction before he stands up and approaches his corner. He quickly tags in Devin who steps into the ring and grabs Nathan around the neck. Creed looks to have trouble standing as he grips his ribs, which are in incredible pain, but that doesn’t stop Hawk. As Ryan pulls himself up onto the second rope behind Devin, he grabs the dazed Nathan by the wrist and launches him forward into the cables. Creed bounces off and comes back straight in at Devin who bends forward and catches him against his shoulders. He stands up, holding Nathan in a fireman’s carry before turning in circles only for Ryan to jump off the second rope and fly through the air, connecting with a soaring knee strike to the side of Creed’s head. The impact is heard throughout the arena and causes Devin to go into another spin before he grabs Creed around the back of the neck and hits a huge death valley driver. Creed’s entire body feels the pain as he sits up, wrapping his hands around the back of his neck. The co-holder of the tag straps grabs him by the shoulder though and pushes him down to the canvas, burying his forearm into his face.

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Creed kicks out even with Devin’s arm grinding against his features. Hawk rises to his feet and places his heel to the forehead of Nathan, grinding it across his flesh. Devin pushes down on his knee as he twists his foot back and forth across the mush of Nathan’s face, Creed kicking his legs and trying to get out of this position. Robin shouts words of encouragement to Creed before Devin takes his foot out of his face and rushes into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping high into the air and delivering a huge, brutal knee straight to the skull of Creed. Nathan sits up and wraps his hands around his face before he rises all the way to a standing base, staggering around from the sheer impact. He doesn’t even seem to know where he is before Devin steps forward and hits him with a hard bionic elbow to the top of the head, taking him right back down to the canvas. Hawk bends forward and grabs him by the ankle, before dragging him across the ring and reaching out, slapping Ryan’s hand, tagging him back into this match. Devin turns and grabs Nathan around the legs, lifting them up into the air while Mills backs into one set of ropes, calling for Hawk to start. Devin begins to go into a giant swing, that elevates Creed off of the canvas as he’s spun around, and around, and around. He makes several revolutions before he’s spun side of the head first into a vicious running front dropkick from Mills. The crowd screams at the sound of the impact as Devin drops Nathan onto his back and steps away. Creed rolls from side to side, holding his ear and cheek while Mills gets to his knees and sticks his arms out to his side, shouting his own praises. On cue the fans bombard him with boos while Devin steps back into his corner, Robin slapping the top rope and trying to get Creed back to his feet.

Mayne: Are you watching this Dan? Because I hope you are. The tag champs are in there right now putting on a wrestling clinic. They are showing how to methodically break a man apart.

Douglas: They’ve done a good job of that thus far Billy, I must admit. They’ve used some pretty impressive tag team moves to gain the upper hand, but the last thing they should do is get cocky, especially when it comes to matches involving Creed. He’s a master of that explosive offence.

There is a very groggy glint in Nathan’s eyes as he sits up on the canvas, Mills scooting across his knees upside him though. He wraps his arms quickly around Creed’s neck, placing in the neck cravat, a truly torturous hold. Yet Nathan refuses to relent, starting to will his way up onto his feet to get out of this submission. This forces Mills to change things up, turning and wrapping his legs around Creed’s waist while placing him in a front gantry. A loud grunt escapes Ryan’s mouth as he places Creed in the combination body scissors, front facelock submission. Ryan really squeezes at Nathan’s noggin as the official steps in and inquires rather or not Creed wishes to submit. He raises his hand into the air and shakes it all about, trying to insinuate that he will not give up. Therefore Creed tries to start pushing himself up to a standing base, beginning to get to his feet but being heavily weighted down by a speechless Mills. Ryan twists at the head even more and further clamps his legs about Nathan’s frame, but none of it seems to stop Creed’s will to survive. He finally gets his knees up beneath him while he leans forward towards Ryan, who is almost falling onto his back against the ring. When Creed’s feet get beneath him, he finds himself entirely bent over forward with Ryan spread across his spine holding onto both submissions. Quickly Creed flips over forward, pulling his body free and coming down spine first straight on the chest and stomach, going for the pin.

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Ryan wraps his arms around Creed’s waist and bridges himself up off the canvas with a forceful grunt. Both men twist around out of the bridge with Mills grabbing hold of Creed’s wrist and standing him up all the way. He pulls Nathan forward quickly into a short arm scissors only for Creed to reverse as he’s dragged in, connecting with a running STO. Mills is driven hard to the canvas while Nathan rises to his feet, sweating and appearing battered but having the crowd fully behind him. They provide him with all the necessary motivation he needs as he turns around to face Devin Hawk who bolts across the ring and big boots him viciously to his jaw. Spit flies from Creed’s mouth as he stands there for a second and then tumbles backwards into the canvas. Hawk slaps his knee while backing up and pointing in Robin’s direction, the crowd vocalizing their anger. The official shouts at Devin to exit the ring immediately, looking furious over Hawk’s intrusion while Devin makes a back handing motion to him.

Dan: Just when it seemed that Nathan was getting some momentum back in his court it’s shut right down by the Alpha Generation!

Mayne: Of course, because both of these men are tag team specialist, nothing can stop them when they’re teamed up, nothing! Especially not Project Lost Cause.

Robin slaps her hands together over her head, trying to get the crowd behind Nathan, who is trying to force himself up onto his feet already. The crowd seem to be infusing him with energy but as soon as he gets to a crouching base Mills charges in and catches him around the neck. He pulls him around into a hard swinging neckbreaker, planting the back of Creed’s skull into the canvas before he sits up with a groggy expression on his face. Mills grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him onto his back, burying his forearm into Creed’s face.

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Nathan kicks out again with authority this time, sitting up throughout the process. As soon as he does, Mills locks both hands under his chin and pulls back on it, placing his knee deep into the spinal column of the Future. Creed begins to flail both arms, trying to get out of this submission with sweat streaming down his exhausted frame while Mills really pulls in reverse on the chin. He almost seems to be trying to severe Creed’s head from his neck while really digging his knee deep into the mid back section of the X-Class Champion. Nathan begins to push himself up though, willing himself to his feet before Mills breaks the submission and steps back. He now dives forward and turns connecting with a vicious European Uppercut to the back of Nathan’s neck, causing him to grab his noggin and roll across the canvas in pain. Mills sits on the canvas with a smile before he rolls over sideways towards his corner and tags in Devin. Hawk quickly enters the ring and steps right towards Nathan, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to his seat before he steps back and delivers a hard kick to the back of his head. Nathan reaches for his noggin as Devin steps in and grabs him by the muscle where his neck connects with his shoulders, squeezing it with all the strength in his massive palm.

Both of Creed’s legs kick as sweat streams down his body, trying to find a means to escape this hold while Devin really squeezes with all of his strength at that trapezium muscle. The official steps in, asking rather Nathan would like to give up or not only for Hawk to change up the hold, dropping down behind Creed and placing him in the rear naked choke hold . The air to Nathan’s head seems to be greatly restricted, sweat streaming down his blood red face while Robin continues to scream for him to get up from the apron. The official inquires again as to rather or not he wishes to submit while that massive, thick arm continues to cut off the air to his skull. Nathan raises his finger and shakes it no though even with his face clouded with absolute agony. His energy begins to fade though while Devin really clamps on the submission with his unbelievable power.

Mayne: He’s done for here Dan, completely and utterly done for.

Douglas: I don’t know about that one Billy. Creed is a resilient son of a bitch.

Mayne: You got the son of a bitch part right.

With the crowd slapping the barricades and screaming loudly Nathan begins to build energy, lifting his arm into the air as he shakes it repeatedly. He begins to build momentum, shifting it into his direction while Robin lets out a motivational scream to inspire him. Nathan’s face fills with energy as he begins to push himself upwards, dragging the giant Devin basically right on top of him. Hawk shakes his head in shock as Nathan continues to ascend towards his feet, still shaking both arms repeatedly. He grits his teeth with the crowd absolutely screaming before he finally forces himself up to a full standing base. He begins to turn his body to launch an elbow into the gut of Hawk who suddenly blasts Creed over the upper back with a forearm strike. The shot staggers Creed, who arches his back and yells out in pain. Devin forearms him to the side of the face now causing Creed to turn and hit the ropes back first, falling into them for support. Hawk moves in and pushes his arms out of the way of his chest before chopping him with his massive hand straight across the sternum. Devin grabs Creed around the chin and pushes his head back before starting to shout furiously into his face.

Devin: You ain’t nothing! Project Lost Cause are a bunch of nobodies!

Hawk kicks Creed to the gut now and grabs him around the head, bending it forward as he places it between his legs. All the while he backs towards his corner as Mills reaches over the ropes and slaps Hawk’s shoulder, scaling the corner behind him quickly. Devin now hoists Nathan up into the air and onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position when Mills gets to the top rope and dives off for a lariat. Creed ducks it though, causing Mills to crash onto the canvas and roll across it, Nathan placing his hands to the top of Hawk’s head and shoving himself over. He lands on the second rope of the turnbuckle immediately and spins around to face Devin who goes for a right hand. Creed blocks it and returns with a shot of his own before jumping off the corner and grabbing Hawk around the neck. He swings around for a tornado DDT while Ryan rushes in only to be hit to the back of the head with a huge boot shot when Creed spun around in mid-air. Mills is taken to the canvas as Creed drags Hawk around and plants him hard to the ring with the tornado DDT. The fans put their hands together loudly at the sight of this as all three men are down in the ring now. Robin is hopping up and down with her arm stuck into the ring, desperate for the tag. A groggy Nathan begins to turn towards her while Devin and Mills begin to move, trying to get to their feet. Creed gets to his knees and dives across the ring, slapping Robin’s hand to a huge ovation, tagging her into this match.

Douglas: Robin got the tag, she got the tag!!

Mayne: It doesn’t matter, the Alpha Generation still have this one in the bag.

Nathan rolls under the ropes onto the apron while Brooks pulls herself over the top cable with Mills standing up and charging in. Right as she jumps over the top rope she kicks Ryan to the face, staggering him while Brooks lands on the canvas then hits the cables back first. She bounces off and comes rushing straight at Mills, jumping into the air and hitting a lariat. She lands on her feet while taking Mills down to the canvas before turning towards Hawk, who comes barreling in. Brooks drops down into a baseball slide between his legs though and jumps onto her feet behind his back. Hawk turns around to face her while Robin jumps onto the middle rope and springs off, turning in mid-air and connecting with a crossbody right on top of Devin. She takes him right down to the canvas and then rolls off of him, getting back to her feet. As soon as she does this though, Mills steps in and begins to slug her to the face repeatedly. Robin is knocked backwards by the strikes before Ryan grabs her by the wrist and whips her into the turnbuckle behind his back, Brooks spinning around and striking it back first. Mills comes rushing in furiously when Brooks launches her foot straight up into his face, the strike causing Ryan to turn away in a dazed state. As soon as he does though, Creed enters the squared circle in front of him, wrapping his arm around his neck and bending him forward. He grabs the back of Ryan’s pants and hoists him into the air with an implant DDT it seems before Brooks steps forward and wraps her arms around Mills’ legs, holding them up in the air. Nathan flips over sideways at the same time as Brooks as they connect with an inverted swinging neckbreaker. The fans put their hands together, cheering at the sight of this while the official steps back, unsure of what to do here.

Brooks goes into the cover on Ryan quickly.

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Devin steps in and stomps her to the forehead though, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to her feet quickly. He kicks Robin to the gut and pulls her up into the air for a vertical suplex when she floats over, landing on her feet behind his back. She pushes him forward, straight into a brutal running big boot from Creed. The shot staggers Devin, is eyes rolling to the back of his head as he turns around to face Robin who bounces off the opposite cables and comes back in with what looks like a spear. Devin side steps it though and grabs Brooks by the back of the head, throwing her forward straight into the spear on Creed, who couldn’t get out of the way in time to avoid it. Brooks gets to her knees, looking stunned with what she accidently just did while Creed remains on his back, absolutely out of it after the brutal spear. She gets to her feet and turns towards Devin who steps forward and kicks her to the gut, bending her forward. He places her in position for the flipping piledriver, signaling for it before Brooks swings her head free from the position and spins around, back heel kicking Hawk’s gut. Devin is bent forward from the strike as Robin rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in only for Hawk to place his hands to her chest and gut, throwing her up into the air. Robin is thrown up high but lands right on top of Devin’s shoulders, going for the hurricarana. She drops back for it only for Devin to wrap his arms around her legs and allow her to hang from around his neck. Mills gets to his feet and rushes into the cables in front of them, bouncing off back first before he comes charging back in and jumping into the air. The crowd groans as he connects with a hard hesitation dropkick to the face of Brooks while she was hanging upside down from around Devin’s neck. Brooks wraps her hands around her face while Devin pulls her up out of the hurricarana position, setting up for the powerbomb.

Douglas: What a sick move that was!

Mayne: It was a great counter Dan my man, and that’s what makes the AG so unstoppable.

Devin looks ready for the powerbomb on a lifeless Brooks before Creed jumps into the air behind Hawk, dropkicking him to the back of his thigh. Hawk is knocked off of his feet as a result, crashing onto his back with Robin landing on top of his chest, in a pinning predicament. Creed rolls across the canvas, holding his gut as the referee drops into make the count.

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Ryan steps in and grabs Brooks around the neck, pulling her up to her feet as he sets for the diamond cutter. He is about to hit it only for Brooks to push him off and shove him forward into the cables. The AG member turns and hits the cables back first, coming in at Robin who jumps into the air for the spinning heel lick. Mills catches her at his chest though and drops her down back first across his knee. Robin yells in pain after the hard back breaker but Mills still has her leg and neck hooked as he stands up and pushes her around. He pulls her down into a gut buster now, the fans groaning as Brooks gets to her feet, bent forward and holding her mid-section while Mills stands, gripping her wrist. He swings around under her arm and pulls her into a front gantry before snapping back into a hard DDT. Robin’s head crashes off of the canvas while the crowd screams at the sight of the combination move by a pleased Mills. Ryan stands up and then takes a bow that causes the crowd to boo even more furiously before Nathan moves up beside him and catches him around the neck and thigh. He throws Mills into the air and pushes down on his head so that he flips forward and comes crashing down back first across Creed’s knee. This gets a huge response from the fans as Mills lands on his seat, reaching for his kidneys in anguish. Creed stands up and spots Devin getting to his feet before he rushes forward only for Hawk to catch him and throw him up high into the air. He catches Nathan on top of his shoulders and drops back into the elevated, catching Samoan Drop. He connects with the Fatal Fall as Hawk sits up, appearing pleased with his actions.

Douglas: What action in this tag team match, both teams going back and forth with these huge moves!

Mayne: Get use to this, because I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot more matches between these two groups as they struggle for dominance here in the ULW.

Devin staggers upwards to his feet slowly, looking particularly winded with sweat dripping from his battered frame. The massive Hawk turns towards Brooks who has risen to her feet slowly, her legs wobbling. He steps towards Brooks and grabs her by the shoulder, spinning her around and delivering a kick to her gut. Robin bends forward as Devin pulls her head between his legs, setting up for the flipping piledriver. Just as he is about to jump though Brooks swings around out of the position for the move, freeing her head and getting around behind Devin’s back. She catches both of his arms, going for the back slide into the pinfall. Devin plants his feet though and roars before he hoists Brooks up into the air to flip Robin over his shoulders in reverse so that she will land in front of him. Brooks flips over though and wraps her legs around Devin’s neck, dropping backwards into a hurricarana. She flips Hawk over and causes him to crash onto his back with Robin ending up seated on his sternum, holding the back of his legs.

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The fans go absolutely insane as PLC have achieved victory.

Dan: Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed have done it, they’ve just beaten the Alpha Generation!!

Mayne: Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could they pin our tag team champions!?! Devin and Ryan must have been drugged or something.

Robin quickly rolls to the outside of the ring, landing on her feet with her arms held high above her head while Creed exits the squared circle as well. They both appear exhausted as Creed falls to his knee, raising an arm into the air in celebration. Brooks reaches down patting him on the shoulder and celebrating as well while Ryan gets to his feet in the corner. He glares straight at Robin in a furious state before turning to stare a hole into Devin, who has risen to a kneeling base. Hawk holds his palms out in front of his face, staring into them with a twisted, befuddled expression. He doesn’t seem to be able to believe that his team just lost this match. The camera shifts to the rafters again where that same cloak and hooded figure has once again emerged from the shadows. He stands on the scaffold and glares down at the Alpha Generation, shaking his head in disgust over what he just witnessed. Ryan rips at his hair in shock over what just transpired, as does Devin. Robin and Nathan back up the ramp still, leaning on one another for support and celebrating.


DISTURBING BEHAVIOR


A disturbing grin resides stretched across none other than Saul’s monstrous features while he casually strolls through the backstage corridor. He marches past all the bars and pipes stretched across the walls, thinking about something particularly amusing it seems. At least amusing to himself. As the giant moves onward he barely notices a shivering Michelle Blacker emerging into the camera’s frame before him.

Michelle: Ummmm, Saul.

The grin vanishes from Saul’s face as he freezes in mid-step, his expression twisting into a very foul one before his eyes turn disturbingly in a cowering Michelle’s direction. Like a turtle her head seems to sink into the rest of her body while raising the microphone timidly in the air.

Blacker: I just wanted to see, uh, uh, I mean, ask why you helped Riggs out there earlier tonight?

With a violently trembling hand she extends the microphone out to the crusted, twisted lips of Saul, who still stares at her with a particularly foul expression on his twisted features. As he takes a step towards Michelle and causes her to back spine first into the wall behind her in a terrified state, a horrifying chuckle escapes his lungs. Saul backs up slowly, still chuckling in the most disturbing of manners. His deep voice makes the laughter all the more ominous as he retracts from the shivering Michelle.

Saul: You’ll see, oh yes, you’ll see, as soon as Riggs does....

The devilish laughter only gets louder as Saul turns away from Michelle, who is still shaking uncontrollably. As soon as the living, breathing monster is out of ear’s shot, Michelle turns towards the camera man.

Michelle: I think I need a new pear of panties.


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A FRIENDLY WORD OF ADVICE


A loud collection of boos can be heard drowning out the sound in the backstage corridor as the camera lens focus directly on Nathan Creed pinned to the floor. He is gagging desperately for air as the bar running between the legs of a chair is pressed directly to his throat. The boos only escalate as the camera pans out to reveal Orlando Cruze seated on top of the chair, choking out Nathan with it. He casually leans forearms first against the top of the steel mass, and looks down into Creed’s eyes as the life escapes from them.

Orlando: Nathan, I’m getting really sick of this game. I’m growing really tired of you even beginning to think you have the right to lecture me.

Nathan: You son of....agh..

Orlando leans forward in the chair to apply even further pressure to Creed’s throat. He cups his hand over the back of his ear and leans forward to listen.

Cruze: I’m sorry, what was that you were saying old timer? Its hard to hear you when I got a fucking chair pressed to your throat!!

The hue of Cruze’s face changes to a bright red as he shouts downward at a struggling Creed.

Orlando: Now shut up and listen, because I’m only going to say this one more time. I don’t need your help, and I never want your guidance. You’ve got no room to preach to me, or anybody! Your life is nothing but a shallow pool of wallow. The girl you love is in the arms of an obsessive compulsive freak! Any chance at having a title shot has passed you by. Your not even worthy of a title match you stupid bastard. Your nothing. Your not the old Nathan Creed. You’re a shell of the man you used to be. You’ve allowed yourself to be led around with your cock doing the directing and being tugged in the hands of Robin Brooks, a woman who has manipulated you with false hopes of a romance. She used you Creed, and now she’s led you here, pinned beneath my chair. The old Creed never would have let me get the drop on him. Your pathetic Nathan, absolutely pathetic. If anyone needs guidance, it’s you. And the first lesson I’m going to give, is on how to beat someone. So if you’ll excuse me, class is in, and you and Desolation are in for a real hands on lecture.

Cruze stands and folds up his chair, raising it into the air and driving it downward into Creed’s gut. A roar of pain comes from the gagging Creed who wraps his arms around his mid-section and gasps desperately for air. The Icon strolls off now, carrying the chair along with him. Nathan turns onto his side, breathing heavily in a flustered, painful state as he eyes the Icon closely.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. DENILE PARTIS


The show comes back live to a shocked Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas seated at ringside.

Douglas: I cannot believe what just happened backstage.

Mayne: What? Your shocked someone finally put Nathan in his place? That someone told him what he actually needed to hear?

Dan: That’s complete and utter bullshit, and you know it Billy. In fact, you’ve been full of shit all night.

Mayne: Better to me full of shit then shit on Dan.

Dan: I’m not even going to begin to justify that with a response.

The lights flicker throughout the stadium and the song We're in this together begins to play as the lights begin to slowly flicker back on the spot light hits upon the entrance and Denile begins to walk down towards the Ring looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation. Denile rolls under the bottom rope and moves around the ring getting ready for his fight.

Dan: I guess we must move along here Billy, because the action just won’t stop here this evening. Denile Partis about to step up one on one against the Icon Orlando Cruze in our main event.

Mayne: Awe, the show is already coming to a close? I was having fun tonight watching the Alpha Generation’s ascension to power.

Douglas: Yeah, whatever. Anyway, this should be a fantastic singles bout, as Denile steps away from the X-Class division and begins to take on a tougher caliber of opponent. This is his first time in a main event match, let’s see how the young man handles it.

Denile marches around the ring, glancing back and forth with a confused expression resting upon his features. 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. The chair is gripped tightly within his hand as his pyros go off on both sides of the stage. The Icon spins around towards the curtain raising his chair, ready to strike whomever might be there. He takes a sigh of relief now before turning back towards the ring and marching in the direction of his opponent. His eyes keep cutting back and forth though to ensure no one is out for his hide, that no one is ready to pounce upon him. Nervously and anxiously he continues to grip the chair while making his way up the steps, taking one last glance over his shoulder.

Douglas: The Icon looks like he was either snorting coke in the backstage area, or he’s really very anxious about coming out here to compete.

Mayne: Who wouldn’t with Desolation playing his secret ninja attacks? Ever since Orlando won the Rumble Bash he’s compiled nothing but enemies.

Dan: It’s his own fault that everyone is out to get him. Did you not see what he did to Nathan backstage?

Billy: I only saw him do to Nathan what he needed. It’s called tough love.

Dan: The only thing you know about tough love are the Saturday nights you spend in your parent’s basement by yourself with a Victoria Secret catalog.

The bell sounds in the background as Denile marches back and forth in the ring, appearing pumped. Orlando remains on the apron, glaring at him with the steel chair in hand. With a paranoid glare Cruze turns to stare over his shoulder, ensuring Desolation isn’t waiting in the wings, coiled to strike. He slides through the ropes finally and begins to step towards Denile with the chair in hand before official Ingelson moves in and grabs it from him. Orlando struggles for a second before releasing the chair and allowing the official to carry it off, turning his back towards Partis who is moving. With this mere seconds of an opening Cruze steps forward and delivers a brutal kick straight to Denile’s testicles. Partis bends forward, reaching for his genitalia and yelling out in pain as Cruze chops him hard to the sternum, knocking him down to the canvas back first. The official tosses the chair to the outside and turns to observe the action in the ring now.

Mayne: A brilliant, masterful, genius way to get this match started.

Douglas: Orlando is no more than a cheating son of a bitch. He cheated his way to the final number in the Bash, he cheated his way to victory in the Rumble Bash, and now he’s trying to cheat his way to a win tonight.

Billy: I know, isn’t it great?

Denile rolls to his knees and tries to stand up when Orlando moves in and clocks him across the side of the face with a straight punch. Partis is knocked to all fours now as the Icon crouches down beside him and wraps his arms around his neck. He has Denile placed in the side sleeper now, really applying the pressure with the submission. Partis begins to fight his way upward though, attempting to get his noggin free as he reaches up and grabs Cruze’s wrist. He pulls it away from his neck and swings around under it, placing the Icon in the arm ringer before folding his arm up behind his back into the hammerlock. Partis then spins around out of the hammerlock to the opposite side of Cruze before clamping on the side headlock yet again. Denile really has it established before he turns around, bending the Icon forward into the front gantry. He has him perfectly placed in the hold, clearly out wrestling the Icon who with a loud grunt hoists the X-Class star off of his feet. He backs him up towards the turnbuckle with Denile elevated in the air before sitting him on the top rope, Partis still holding onto the front gantry. The official steps in and starts a five count, reaching four and finally causing Partis to break the front gantry as Cruze backs up slowly. Orlando acts innocent with his hands up in the air before he jumps high into the air and connects with a dropkick to the sternum of Denile, knocking him backwards over the top rope and causing him to crash back first off the apron before he lands on the mats across his side. The crowd cannot help but to put their hands together at the sight of this while the Icon stands up and holds his arms out to his sides. He tilts his head back and smiles, as if receiving a standing ovation from the now booing fan-base.

Billy: What a sensational dropkick by the Icon!

Douglas: And it resulted in a nasty landing for Denile.

Orlando slips through the cables and onto the apron before dropping off beside Partis, who is trying to get to his feet. The Icon charges in and knees him hard to the face though, causing Partis to stand up and turn slowly towards the ring. Cruze quickly steps in and grabs him by the back of the head before slamming him face first into the ring apron. The collision is violent and causes Partis to stand up straight a very dazed expression on his face before the Icon grabs him around the back of the head and turns him towards the announce table. Cruze drags him towards it and pulls his head back to slam him face first into it before Partis gets his foot up, placing it on the table. The Icon tries again only for Partis to block it with both hands this time, placing his palms to the table. Cruze’s eyes open widely before Denile elbows him to the gut and grabs the back of his head, slamming him hard face first into the table. The impact causes Cruze to stand up straight with a very dazed glint in his eyes as Partis steps up behind him and springs into the air. He dropkicks Orlando directly to the upper back, sending him rushing forward face first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post. Cruze bounces off and collapses onto his spine, wrapping his hands around his forehead as a result of the impact.

After the collision Cruze gets onto his elbows and knees, trying to force himself to his feet while Denile hops onto the apron. He shakes off the effects of that nasty landing to the outside of the ring while waiting for the Icon to stand up, urging him to do so in fact. As Cruze begins to get his feet beneath him, Denile rushes across the apron and jumps off, landing on top of the Icon’s shoulders then snapping over backwards. He hits a hurricarana that instead of flipping Cruze over, sends him flying shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle. Cruze bashes off violently and falls onto his back, grabbing his shoulder from the impact. He shakes his arm several times while getting to his knees as Denile rises and steps up to his side. Denile grabs the Icon’s arm and extends it out to his side before throwing slugging shots over the back of his shoulder repeatedly. He raises his elbow now and brings it down directly over the top of his shoulder. The impact causes Cruze to land on his knees, shaking his arm several times to get the feeling back into it while Partis grabs him by the back of the head. He rolls the Icon into the squared circle as Cruze gets onto his side, favoring his shoulder which seems to be causing him great personal anguish. Just as Denile jumps onto the apron though, Cruze rises to his feet and steps in, blasting him to the jaw with a forearm strike. The impact almost takes Partis off the apron, yet he grabs the top rope and keeps from tumbling. The Icon slaps his forearm in frustration and spins around for the roaring elbow only for Denile to catch hold of his arm and drop off the apron. He pulls Cruze’s arm down violently over the top rope, as it bounces off and causes the former World Champion to turn towards the center of the ring shouting in anguish. He shakes his arm several times, attempting to get some feeling back into while being crouched forward. Partis enters the ring and rushes into the cables at the Icon’s side, bouncing off them back first and charging in as he jumps into the air and connects with a stiff front dropkick to Orlando’s battered shoulder.

Douglas: Denile doing some real damage to that shoulder after causing the number one contender to impact with the turnbuckle.

Mayne: I tell you, this isn’t fair that Orlando is even out here competing after he survived the hell of the Rumble Bash last Sunday, coupled with the fact that Desolation has been out to kill him all night long.

Dan: Uh, Denile was in the Rumble Bash too.

Mayne: Yeah, but I don’t even think Denile remembers that.

Cruze turns away from Denile and staggers towards one of the corners, his arm crossed over his gut as he uses his other hand to rub at his battered shoulder. He turns and places his back to the turnbuckle as Partis steps in and kicks him several times to the gut while drilling him to the face with right hands as well. He grabs the Icon’s arm and extends it out over the cables before pulling it around the top rope. The forearm is pulled between the top and middle cables now while his shoulder is over the top rope and his bicep is being pulled sideways into it. Denile puts his foot to the top rope while pulling on the Icon’s arm, causing Cruze to shout in even further anguish. He kicks both of his legs, trying to get out of this submission while the official, Ingelson moves in and starts a five count.

He reaches four before Denile breaks the lock on the arm and then chops Cruze hard to the sternum, causing the Icon’s legs to kick into the air. Partis grabs Cruze around the back of the head and bends his cranium forward before delivering a hard European Uppercut to his jaw. The strike causes Orlando to fly back first against he top rope before landing on his feet, appearing dazed and in pain throughout the arm. Denile grabs the wrist of Cruze’s injured arm and swings around under it before whipping him hard across the ring. Cruze charges into the opposite turnbuckle and hits it hard spine first while Partis comes barreling in, jumping into the air with a big splash. Orlando moves out of the way though, causing Denile to change things up in mid-air, instead landing feet first on the second rope. The Rumble Bash winner stumbles to the center of the ring behind Partis who turns and jumps off the middle rope with an attempted splash only for Orlando to catch him around the waist as he came down. He now pops the hips and drops back, belly to belly suplexing Denile high over his head, and sending him crashing hard to the canvas. Partis sits up shouting in pain as Orlando scrambles across his knees and drops quickly into the cover.

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Denile gets his shoulder off of the canvas and turns in the process. As soon as he does this though, Orlando grabs his arm and tries to push him over onto his chest and stomach in order to lock in the crossface. The crowd is screaming in both anger and joy as the Icon tries his best to establish this painful submission that has caused several of key opponents in his past to tap without mercy. Denile is trying to block it though before he tucks his head and rolls forward across the canvas, getting onto his feet in front of Orlando who sits up in anger. Denile jumps forward and over top Orlando’s head who ducks it forward so as not to be hit with any moves. Denile ducks forward as well he dives over top the Icon and rolls across the canvas. As soon as he gets to his feet he jumps into the air and lands on the middle rope, the Icon getting up behind him and turning around as Denile launches himself off. He connects with a springboard lariat that sends Cruze crashing back first hard into the canvas, Partis ducking forward and rolling across the canvas. He again gets to his feet and jumps onto the middle rope, opposite the one he just flew off of as Cruze scrambles to his feet. He launches himself off backwards straight into a reverse elbow to Cruze’s sternum, taking him off of his feet and sending him crashing to the canvas back first. The Icon rolls across the ring as a result while Denile gets to his feet, all pumped up and getting the fans behind him. Orlando spills to the outside of the ring, landing feet first on the mats and staggering towards the barricade. He brushes off Denile in the ring and starts to stagger towards the barricade while still holding his shoulder.

Mayne: What is going on here? Orlando must have a migraine, or something must be distracting him, because in no way should Denile be getting this type of advantage over him.

Dan: Partis has shown that he’s a remarkable talent Billy, and under the teachings of River Angelus he’s really starting to come into his own.

Mayne: Oh please, Doink the Clown would be a better instructor than River Angelus.

Denile steps towards the cables and slides through them onto the apron as Orlando makes his way into the corner of the barricades, facing the exposed ring post. Partis charges across the apron and dives off, spreading his legs and landing right on top of Cruze’s shoulders again. He seems to be setting for that hurricarana when Orlando charges forward and drives him back first against the turnbuckle in a powerbomb position. Denile shouts out in pain from the impact while Orlando continues to hold him in a powerbomb position, turning him towards the barricade. The crowd starts to scream as Orlando powerbombs Denile back first across the top of the barricade, the impact heard throughout the arena and causing many to scream out in disbelief. Denile shouts out in tremendous anguish while he drops to his knees, Orlando grabbing him by the back of the head and forcefully pulling him to his feet. He rushes Denile at the canvas and then rolls him into the ring, Partis getting onto his elbows and knees. He reaches for his spine which has to be in throbbing pain as the Icon slides in and steps up beside him. He raises his elbow and drops it straight to Partis’ kidneys, causing Denile to wail in anguish as he drops onto his gut. Orlando grabs him by the shoulder and sits him up onto the canvas before reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around Denile’s waist. He places him in the body scissors, which causes Denile to shout out in anguish as Orlando bends forward and begins to fish hook his nostrils and the sides of his mouth.

Douglas: Orlando back in the driver’s seat now after a series of brutal powerbombs into the objects around the ring.

Mayne: Partis’ back should be broken right now, which should on a brighter side make him much more flexible.

Ingelson demands that Orlando release the fish hooks as Cruze pulls his fingers out of Denile’s face and holds his hands in the air innocently. However, he keeps his legs clamped around Denile’s body, further applying the pressure. Partis can’t even form sounds to explain how much pain he is in as the official inquires as to rather or not he wishes to submit. Denile shakes his head while his ribs continue to be squeezed within Orlando’s massive thighs. He keeps refraining from submitting even as Orlando sits up and tilts Partis’ body slightly, raising his elbow into the air. With a series of MMA style strikes he begins to drive the point of his elbow over and over again into the side of Partis’ head. All the while he keeps the body scissors locked in while continuing to deliver the elbow strikes to the side of his skull. They seem to be knocking Denile unconscious as a result as he slowly begins to fall over sideways. Orlando breaks the body scissors and allows Partis to fall onto his back before going into the cover, hooking Denile’s leg.

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Partis gets his shoulder up somehow, the crowd surprisingly cheering on this fact as Orlando sits up with an irritated expression residing on his features. He stands up though and steps to Partis’ side, jumping high into the air and coming down knee first into his face. Partis’ lower body kicks upward into the air while Orlando places his hand to Denile’s forehead, pinning his opponent’s skull to the canvas. He now shoots his knee up into the air and brings it down to the side of Partis’ face again. He keeps pushing his knee into the air and bringing it down to Denile’s skull again and again and again. Orlando stands up now with Denile’s nose busted open and rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in. He jumps high into the air and comes down with a brutal knee drop directly into the skull of his opponent again. Partis’ legs kick into the air before Cruze grabs the back of his knees, pinning them down.

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With a last ditch bit of energy, Denile kicks out, sitting up in the process with blood trickling from his nose. Orlando scoots up directly behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, applying the bear hug submission. The crowd is screaming as Denile wails out in anguish, the pressure really being exerted to his mid-section by a furious Orlando.

Mayne: Orlando doing some real damage with those elbows and knees. He seems to be training himself in Desolation’s MMA style of wrestling.

Douglas: Indeed, Cruze always shows the ability to adapt to one’s wrestling style, but Desolation is still the king of strikes.

Denile is still shouting out in pain as Cruze really squeezes his mid-section with all of his energy. The crowd is getting behind Partis though, trying to rally behind him in support for the X-Class superstar. They slowly seem to be inspiring the dazed Partis as he begins to force himself slowly towards a standing base. Orlando keeps his arms clamped about his waist, really squeezing at the muscles, bones and internal organs with every bit of his strength. Denile will not be held down though as he finally gets his feet beneath him. Suddenly Orlando buries his shoulder to Denile’s spine and hoists him up into the air before delivering a hard back drop suplex. Denile is planted violently into the canvas spine first with Orlando landing beside him and reaching out. He hooks both of Denile’s legs and leans back, pulling up on the legs and placing the back of Partis’ shoulders to the canvas.

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Denile kicks out to cheers from the crowd as Orlando turns with a very flustered expression on his face. He spins around and scoots up behind Partis again, wrapping his arms around his mid-section and once again applying the bearhug. The fans are booing at the sight of this while Denile sits up on the canvas, shouting out in anguish. He lifts his arm slowly into the air and begins to shake it as the crowd rallies in their support for him. The blood seeping from his nose begins to dry as he starts to will himself upwards. With one good squeeze though he’s taken right back down to his seat.

Douglas: Orlando again going to Denile’s mid-section, working over those ribs and his lower back. If Denile cannot escape this bearhug it will be all over here ladies and gentlemen.

Mayne: Uh, duh.

Orlando really clamps onto the mid-section of Denile before he starts to fall sideways towards the canvas. Partis seems to be fading, slowly starting to pass out with the crowd screaming out in anger. Suddenly one final burst of energy seems to strike Denile as his eyes open wide and he begins to forces himself to his feet. Orlando is shaking his head in disbelief over this fact as Denile gets closer and closer to a standing base. He finally reaches his feet with the crowd rising to their’s as well before Orlando bends forward and places his shoulder to his spine. He hoists Denile up into the air with a back drop suplex when Partis floats over, landing on his feet behind his back. Cruze spins around with a lariat only for Partis to catch his arm across his chest and drop back into the cross arm breaker. Orlando’s arm bounces off the canvas and Partis’ chest as he rises to his knees. He grabs his shoulder and yells out in tremendous anguish while Partis rolls over sideways. He gets to a kneeling base with sweat and blood racing from his body.

Dan: What a counter by Partis, going right back after that arm!

Mayne: Must you get excited about the littlest things?

Denile rolls to his knees while Cruze gets to his feet cradling his arms and stepping in. He drives a forearm over Partis’ back which causes him to bend forward before he grabs Denile’s hair and drags him to his feet. Partis steps to Cruze’s side though and kicks him stiffly to the back of the thigh. Cruze hops on one foot before Denile steps to his opposite side and connects with another stiff kick to his opposite thigh. Orlando hops up and down between feet now before Partis rushes backwards into the cables, building momentum. He bounces off and comes back in when Orlando turns and catches him against his shoulders, standing up quickly as he holds him in a fireman’s carry. Cruze drops back for the Samoan Drop only for Denile to wrap his arms and legs around both of the Icon’s arms and drag him over in reverse with a crucifix bomb. Cruze flips over in reverse and crashes across the back of his head and shoulders, the crowd groaning the impact as Orlando lands on his knees. He has a very dazed expression on his face as Partis gets to his feet and steps in, holding his ribs throughout the process. Denile slaps on a front gantry and drags Orlando to his feet before lifting him into the air and dropping him face and chest first into the canvas with a front suplex. Orlando crashes off the canvas and rises to his knees before Partis stands up and delivers the front dropkick straight to his face, hitting his combination maneuver. Orlando is knocked over backwards across the canvas, looking completely out of it while Partis rolls across the ring. He gets to his feet, looking battered and exhausted before he glares at the ropes. Partis charges at them and jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle one as Cruze gets to his knees while trying to stand up. Partis springs off the second rope and turns in mid-air, flying straight at Orlando who stands up and catches him across the chest, setting up for the Rock Bottom. The fans put their hands together as Orlando lifts Denile only for him slip free and swing around behind Cruze’s arm. He grabs hold of it and tries to force the Icon down to the canvas into some type of submission hold.

Orlando grits his teeth and pushes backwards though, sending Denile flying off of his arm and into a spin. Denile spins in several circles while Cruze goes into a spin himself, looking for that devastating roaring forearm only for Partis to jump into the air at the last second and catch him around the neck. Denile pulls Orlando down into the ace crusher, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this. Orlando bounces face first off the canvas before he rolls onto his back, Denile sitting up on the canvas with an exhausted expression on his face.

Mayne: Denile hit the ace crusher! Can he follow up though?

Denile crawls desperately into the cover while holding his lower back throughout the process.

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Orlando kicks out to a huge collection of boos mixed with cheers. He gets his arm up off of the canvas while Denile quickly grabs a hold of. Just like Orlando earlier in this match he pushes the Icon over onto his gut and tries to lock in the crossface of his own. He gets it, interlocking his hands under Cruze’s jaw and pulling back with all of his strength. Orlando is yelling at the top of his lungs as he’s placed in his own submission, lifting his hand into the air and looking ready to tap out immediately. His injured arm is pulled and strained at while an exhausted Denile pleads with him to submit.

Douglas: Denile has the crossface locked in now! My God what a main event here tonight!

Mayne: Don’t tap out Cruze. Whatever you do, don’t tap out you son of a bitch!!

Orlando is wailing in agony as Denile continues to hold onto the crossface, really locking it in with all of his strength. Cruze’s weakened arm begins to fight free though, starting to wrap the back of his wrist around the crease of Denile’s knee. He pushes himself up onto his knees now with Denile still rearing back on his head before he pushes himself over in reverse. He forces Denile in the same direction, landing on his back with Cruze turning and placing his shoulders to the gut and ribs of Partis who is forced to break the hold. Before the official can drop down to make the count though Cruze rolls in sideways over the chest and head of Partis, ending up on his knees behind his opponent. Denile sits up when Orlando places him quickly into the abdominal stretch which pins both of Partis’ arms behind his back and leaves his head entirely exposed. Cruze lifts the point of his elbow and begins to repeatedly drill Denile to the head with it, over and over, each shot more brutal than the last.

Mayne: What a counter! Cruze going from the crossface back into the elbow strikes!!

Douglas: Oh no, I don’t think Denile can take much more of this!

The elbows continue to pound relentlessly and violently into the side of Denile’s skull, striking his temple several times. He cannot free his arms in order to block it as his eyes roll to the back of his head. The fans are screaming as Denile passes out from the blows to the cranium, the official stepping in and spotting this before he turns and calls for the bell. Even as it chimes Orlando drills Denile to the head with even more elbow strikes.

Billy: It’s over Dan! It’s over! Orlando has knocked Denile out with those MMA style elbow strikes, but what a match!

Douglas: This was a hell of a battle here tonight on what has been a fantastic show for straight up wrestling Billy. Denile gave it his all, but he couldn’t remain conscious when being struck with those repeated elbows. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Orlando this vicious before.

Mayne: I think this is the start of a budding issue between Cruze and Partis, Dan.

The elbows continue to strike Denile’s face even after the bell has sounded before the official steps in and grabs Cruze around the arm. He forcefully drags Cruze off of Partis who falls onto his back, completely out cold and breathing hard.

Dan: I tell you, Denile pushed Orlando to his absolute limit. And like you said Billy, I’d love to see these two lock it up again in the future. What a main event.

Orlando remains in the ring covered in sweat and taking several deep breaths while motioning up the ramp, microphone clutched within the palm of his hand. He continues to point straight up the ramp with an evil glare captured within his determined, frustrated eyes.

Orlando: Desolation!! We’re not through yet you stupid son of a bitch! Now get your ass out here and let’s finish this!!

Orlando flings down the microphone with the crowd screaming while an exhausted Orlando bends forward and motions for Desolation to come from the back. Within seconds the Dark Man’s music hits the PA system and the crowd reacts with a huge wave of cheers.

Douglas: Oh man, it’s on again, with AWOL taken out early in the show by the Alpha Generation, there is nothing that can keep these two separated.

Mayne: The war is on again Dan. This battle is going to continue to get bloody.

A lacerated Desolation steps through the curtains with a twisted expression on his face and the World title hanging from his hand. He throws the belt down carelessly and bolts straight at the ring with the fans continuing to go absolutely insane. He rolls under the ropes quickly and goes straight at Orlando, throwing a right hand directly into his face. Cruze connects with a shot of his own while Desolation bends forward and buries his shoulder into the gut of the Icon. He shoves him backwards into the cables with Cruze desperately slugging him over the back repeatedly, while kneeing upward into his face as well. Desolation stands up though and knife edge chops him directly across the sternum, and then does it again. Orlando rakes his eyes though and steps forward, slugging the World Champion to the face repeatedly and backing him up. The wound in Cruze’s head has been re-opened as he delivers a kick to the gut of the Dark Man, causing him to stagger. Orlando turns into a roaring forearm now when Desolation ducks and catches him over his shoulder. He stands up, holding Orlando in position for the Brand X when Cruze wraps his arms around his waist though from behind and rolls him up into a sunset flip. Both men roll backwards out of the pinning predicament as Desolation charges forward for a lariat only to be caught around the chest by Cruze, going for the Rock Bottom. Desolation knees him to the gut though, bending Cruze forward with the fans cheering as Desolation grabs him by the back of the head and throws him off, forward into the cables. Orlando bounces off and comes back in when Desolation catches him across the chest, setting up for the Rock Bottom. The crowd is going nuts before suddenly Jackson Adams enters the ring behind Desolation and throws a rope around his neck. He pulls him backwards off of Cruze who drops down to the canvas quickly and rolls under the ropes to the outside.

Douglas: Wait a minute, what the hell is this? Why are the Alpha Generation out here attacking Desolation now?

Mayne: They said tonight everyone was going to suffer, and now it’s Desolation’s turn.

Jackson drags Desolation backwards with the rope before the Dark Man mule kicks him straight to the testicles. Adams bends forward before Desolation turns around and kicks him hard to the jaw, causing Jackson to stand up before the World Champion moves in and takes him around the neck, bending him forward for something. Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills now enter the ring behind him though and both club him over the back. Desolation bends forward, dropping Jackson to the canvas as Devin and Mills continue to slug the bloodied weakened World Champion over the shoulders. The title holder drops to his knees as both men continue to club him repeatedly over his shoulders with both arms. He begins to elbow them to the guts though while forcing his way to his feet. Mills backs up as Desolation chops him hard to the sternum, before he turns towards Devin and hits a hard right to his forehead. Hawk is knocked backwards from the blows before Desolation spins around and delivers a back hand chop to the side of Devin’s throat. He is sent spiraling back first into the cables before Desolation turns towards Ryan who steps forward and walks right into a fist to the face. Mills is sent down to the canvas as bloodied Desolation surprisingly holds his own, turning around to face Devin when Too Magnificent rushes forward and big boots him directly to the face. Desolation is taken down hard to the canvas while the crowd is screaming furiously at the sight of this. A bandaged, exhausted Too Magnificent staggers forward, leaning down and taking deep breaths. Devin, Jackson and Mills now step in and grab both of his arms, sitting the World Champion up as they remove handcuffs from their pockets.

Douglas: Desolation was holding his own in there against three out of four of the Alpha Generation members, but the numbers game was just too much for him.

Mayne: I agree, hey wait a minute, what is this?

Orlando is shown marching up the ramp in reverse with a grin at the sight of Desolation being beat down before that same cloaked and hooded figure steps right past him, walking towards the ring with a microphone in hand. Orlando eyes him closely before continuing to back up the ramp. The darkly clad apparition moves towards the ring while Desolation continues to struggle to get free from the cuffs that now bind him to the cables. Jackson is bent forward, holding Desolation by the jaw and lifting his head up, forcing him stare forward at the hooded gentleman who steps onto the apron and slides through the cables into the ring. Desolation tries to get his head free and spit at Adams but he is unable to do so, Devin and Mills are pushing down on his legs as well so he can’t use them as weapons. Too Mag has slid through the ropes and is crouched on the apron behind Desolation, wrapping his arms around the Dark Man’s biceps, pinning them in place alongside the handcuffs. Desolation is still struggling as the gentlemen lifts the microphone to his lips beneath the shadowy hood, he speaks in a deep, raspy voice.

Dan: What is this all about?

Mayne: Well if you’d shut up and listen maybe we’ll find out.

The hooded figure steps towards Desolation, bent forward with the mic lifted to his lips.

Desolation! Do you know how long I’ve awaited this moment? Do you have any idea how much work has went into this, just so I can stand here and look into your eyes. Just as all hope seemed to fade, just as it seemed that you saw straight through our intentions, you fell into our ploy, hook line and sinker. Don’t feel bad though, everyone in the world did.

He tilts his head to stare into the furious, bloodied face of Desolation, eyeing him closely.

You still don’t know who I am do you, Desolation? You don’t recognize this voice from your past, this man who has waited ages, ages to get what he truly wanted from you. Your just like everyone Dark Man, so ready to forget, so eager to dismiss me, but you fail to realize that I’m not going anywhere, that I’ll always be here until I get what I want!

The dark figure steps up in front of Desolation’s features, getting almost nose to nose with him while the Dark Man tries to shake his head.

That’s right, do you know who I am now Desolation? Well do you? Maybe it’s time we let the whole world in our little secret, shall we!?! Yeah, I think these sheep have waited long enough.

The figure stands up straight and extends his arms out to his sides, the microphone still gripped tightly within his palm as he slowly looks up towards the heavens. Devin Hawk steps up behind him slowly now, standing just behind his back and grabbing the top of his hood that conceals his face.

Mayne: Who is it?

Douglas: I don’t have a friggin clue. Someone from Desolation’s past apparently.

He continues to look towards the rafters with his face shrouded as Desolation desperately tries to get his arms free from the cuffs and Too Magnificent. Ryan rolls under the ropes and makes his way up the ramp quickly. Slowly Devin begins to pull back on the hood before with one final tug he rips it away from his smiling face. The entire arena stands in shock as the figment continues to raise his head towards the rafters with his eyes closed and a smirk on his face.

Douglas: No, it can’t be, it can’t be.

Mayne: How in the hell?

Everyone is in shock as the contorted face of Hurse comes into the camera’s focus. He opens his eyes slowly, looking as if he is a completely new man, reinvigorated as Desolation grits his teeth and tries his best to get free and get at the Submission Champion.

Dan: I thought he just retired and got his ass kicked by the Alpha Generation!!

Mayne: This is unbelievable.

Hurse slowly bends forward to stare straight into the eyes of Desolation before Mills rolls back into the ring with the World title in hand. He gives it to Hurse, who holds the belt out in front of Desolation’s face.

Hurse: Desolation, I’m sorry for the theatrics, and deception, but it had to be done, it had to be done to ensure that you’d place your trust in me. For now, now your aligned with the most powerful group in the ULW, the Alpha Generation. All of this, all of this fighting between Project Lost Cause, and the Alpha Generation has been used to get you to join me, and in joining my cause you’ve become a member of the most powerful stable in all of the ULW. Desolation, welcome to the Alpha Generation!

Jackson nods his head with a smirk while Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills and Too Magnificent do the same. Hurse stands up while staring at the World Heavyweight Championship for a second in the palm of his hand before he throws it down on top of Desolation. The Dark Man is still struggling to get free while Hurse backs away in his robes, still staring at the Champion with demented eyes.

Douglas: What has happened here? What is going on? Hurse faked his retirement? This war between Project Lost Cause and the Alpha Generation was all to get Desolation to join Hurse? How does any of this make sense?

Mayne: It does to Hurse, Dan, it does to Hurse.

Desolation is still trying to pull himself free while Hurse continues to back away, staring with blood shot, shadowy eyes upon the infuriated World Heavyweight Champion. The Alpha Generation now step away from him, Too Magnificent glaring at Hurse a little suspiciously before he extends his hand out in the direction of the Master of Control. Hurse shakes his hand as Too Mag grabs Ryan Mills’ wrist. Ryan takes hold of Devin’s wrist while Hawk grabs one of Jackson’s. All four men raise their arms into the air now, standing in the middle of the ring, triumphant. Desolation looks ready to break his cuffs and get at the AG, but is still pinned down.

Douglas: What a shocking turn of events! What a shocking end to Annihilation tonight. We’ve all been fooled, each and everyone of us. What does this mean on the road to Paranoia?

Mayne: It means a lot, the triple threat main event is now on. It’s going to be Desolation vs. Orlando Cruze vs. Hurse inside of the Weapon’s Lair, but will the Dark Man really join the Alpha Generation before Paranoia?

Dan: What a surprising night as we blaze our way towards the biggest PPV event in ULW history!

Ryan Mills, Devin Hawk, Hurse, Jackson Adams, and Too Magnificent all stand in the center of the ring, arms raised in victory right in front of a deranged Desolation.

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