ANNIHILATION
THE BATTLE LINES ARE DRAWN
Fireworks explode from the rafters and the ring post. The pyrotechnics dash downward to the stage and erupt upward through the steel, everyone crammed into the arena ecstatic over the impending production. As the house lights raise and the lyrics of Ladies and Gentlemen continue to play in the background, the camera comes live to the ring.
Dan Douglas: The time is now, Annihilation here ladies and gentlemen, and what a show we have promised for you tonight.
Billy Mayne: A loaded line up with Champion vs. Champion, Orlando Cruze vs. Too Magnificent, and Jackson Adams vs. Hurse for the Submission title. This night couldn’t be any bigger, just two weeks away from Paranoia IV. The only way it could be any bigger is if I were wearing a thong, but that’s not going to happen tonight, unfortunately.
Dan: Yes, anyway we are ready, we are set for Annihila.....
“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”
The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan Creed walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him
Dan: Nathan Creed on his way to the ring to kick start this show I guess.
Mayne: The fewer opportunities that they allow you to speak the better, Dan. Last week Nathan shocked the world when he turned against Robin Brooks, leaving her in a heap after a back breaker. Hopefully we get some type of explanation tonight for his actions.
Douglas: I concur, Billy, I do believe we deserve an explanation for such a crude, cowardly act.
Instead of entering the ring Creed steps around it, marching straight up to the announce table and slapping it with both open palms.
Dan: Whoa, Creed right here in front of us, and he doesn’t look to be his usual jovial self.
Mayne: Take Dan outside and beat him good Nathan, I’ve never said anything bad about you after all, no need to harm me.
Douglas: WHAT!?!
Creed slaps the table again and points straight into Dan’s face, the crowd almost drowning out all other sounds with boos and vile hisses in Nathan’s direction. Creed lets his X-Class title slip off his shoulder and down into his palm.
Nathan: Dan, you and you people want answers!?! You’ve been leaving voice mails on my phone, you’ve been sending me e-mails about it!?!
Dan: Your damn right because these people deserve to know why you did what you did Nathan.
Creed shakes his head and glares straight into Dan’s eyes with intensity.
Creed: Just like a certain someone on this roster once made you, and the fans do, I’m gonna make you all wait for an explanation! But unlike that certain individual I referenced, I’ll be making my explanation later tonight!
Douglas seems stunned by this revelation before Nathan jumps onto the apron and slips through the ropes into the ring.
Mayne: Hahaha, he just punked you out, Dan. Maybe now you should have been nice and unbiased on your commentary, and follow my stellar example.
Douglas: I think that was the biggest load of crap that’s ever come out of your mouth, Billy, and that’s saying something. Nathan has promised to make his explanation later in the show though, who knows when that will be.
Mayne: Anyway, its time for our opening triple threat, Dan.
RYAN MILLS VS. BULLVINE VS. NATHAN CREED
Nathan is stewing inside of the ring, marching back and forth with a grizzled, tense expression on his face. Ready for this triple threat match but secretly pondering his speech later in the evening. The crowd is continuing to jump all over him while Creed rolls his eyes. Bullvine’s entrance music hits the PA system and causes the crowd to stand, joining together with a mixed reaction. The burly figure steps through the curtains with a beer in his hand, taking a sip before marching towards the ring, a foul expression present on his twisted face.
Dan: Bullvine a former Knight1 representative out here with a chance to get a small measure of revenge against the tag team champions, the Alpha Generation member Ryan Mills.
Mayne: First off, if Bullvine wants to get anywhere, he’d leave Knight1 on his own terms, I mean the name doesn’t even make sense, but now that’s he free he should join a real group, the Alpha Generation. Otherwise, he’s doomed for extinction, just like Jackson Adams last week.
Douglas: That’s still a series of events we’re rocked by, how last week’s show ended, but lets keep our heads in this match, Billy.
Bullvine jumps onto the apron and slips through the ropes, continuing to stare foully straight at Nathan across the ring. "I Stand Alone" hits the PA system and out walks "The Lionheart" Ryan Mills, showing that always confident smile. The tag team title belt rests over his shoulder while he struts to the ring, occasionally glancing at the fans in disgust. He slides in to the ring and stares with a snide glare at Bullvine, who is anxiously awaiting the opportunity to get his hands on the co-holder of the tag straps after what went down at the Rumble Bash.
Billy: And here’s a respectable member of this company, Dan, a man who you don’t want to upset. If you do, you’d be better off finding a new place to work instead of trying to make it in this company.
Dan: With the Alpha Generation currently in charge that might be the truth. But that’s not going to stop Creed and Bullvine from dishing out some punishment. Although I admit I don’t know Creed all that well anymore, I once thought I did.
Ryan removes his tag belt, slapping it with his finger and then pointing at his jaw with a smile. Suddenly Creed and Bullvine charge forward, both men remembering what Mills has done to them. Nathan still fuming over the way Ryan got Denile disqualified last week. Ryan has no time to respond as he’s slugged to the face by Bullvine, his belt dropping to the canvas while he is backed into the turnbuckle. Bullvine keeps slugging him to the jaw with illegal closed fists before Nathan grabs him around the waist and throws him out of the way. Creed steps up in front of Mills and knife edge chops him stiffly across the chest. Ryan’s legs shoot into the air while he keeps his arm over his sternim, Nathan chopping him brutally again. Mills is almost knocked to his seat before Bullvine grabs Creed by the shoulder and spins him around, delivering a straight European Uppercut to his jaw. Creed is taken down to the canvas with the fans having a mixed reaction before Bullvine storms forward at Mills. Ryan grabs Bullvine by the back of the head and changes positions with him though, throwing the Knight1 member back first against the corner.
Mills chops him to the chest then kicks him to the abdomen again and again. The shots double over Bullvine before Ryan connects with a forearm shiver to the side of his face. Nathan steps up behind Mills and clubs with a blistering shot over the upper back. The strike causes Mills to turn in a circle to face Nathan who takes him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Mills reverses the whip though, instead sending Creed into the opposite cables. Ryan drops down to the canvas as Nathan comes rushing back in, forced to hop over the down Lionheart. As soon he does though, Bullvine charges out of the corner and lariats him stiffly to the throat. Creed is taken down to the canvas by the impact while Bullvine motions for Ryan to stand up. The co-holder of the tag belts gets to his feet when Bullvine slaps his knee and rushes forward into a hard big boot to Mills’ face. The impact takes Ryan down hard to the canvas before he rolls across it, gripping his nose in pain.
Bullvine turns around and shouts for Creed to stand up. Nathan is utilizing the cables to stand when Bullvine slaps his knee again and rushes forward. He misses an attempted big boot though as Creed switches around behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist in a German position. Ryan gets to his feet though and steps up behind Nathan, wrapping his arms around his waist. Both men drop back at the same time, Mills German suplexing Nathan, and Creed German suplexing Mills. All three men crash into the canvas across the tops of their heads with Bullvine flipping over through the process.
Dan: DID YOU SEE THAT!?!
Mayne: Yes, Don West, I did. An incredible double German suplex! With Ryan, surprisingly the smallest guy in this match actually hitting the German on his two other opponents.
The fans are putting their hands together at the sight of this quick move busted out by all three men. Ryan rolls onto his knees, then steps towards Bullvine, grabbing his legs and flipping over so that he lands back first on top of his opponent’s chest.
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Bullvine wraps his arms around Creed’s waist and bridges himself up off the canvas. He forces Nathan up to his feet as well with both men still bridged over backwards, fighting for positioning. Nathan staggers to his feet and rushes into the cables at both men’s side. He springs off the second rope and flips over backwards into a moonsault on top of both men who were still bridged over backwards lapped over top one another. The crowd screams with delight and shock at the sight of the move, both Mills and Bullvine sitting up, gripping the back of their heads. Creed gets up and approaches Mills, grabbing him around the jaw and pulling him to his feet before chopping him really hard across the chest. The Lionheart bends forward, protecting his sternum with his crossed arms. With Bullvine rising to his knees, Nathan drags the still dazed Mills forward and places his legs over in front of the Knight1 member’s shoulders. Ryan is seated on top of Bullvine’s shoulders now while Creed steps around in front of Mills, placing him in downward spiral position before dropping back. He hits the downward spiral on Mills, who also drags Bullvine down skull first into the canvas thanks to being seated behind his head. Both men roll across the canvas, gripping their skulls while the fans cheer at the sight of what they just witnessed.
Dan: Another beautiful combination move by Nathan Creed. These guys busting out some fancy stuff.
Mayne: In what is turning out to be a blockbuster opening match to Annihilation. However, I wouldn’t want to be Ryan if he fouls up tonight. You saw what happened to Jackson last week.
Creed rises to his knees with a smirk on his face while overlooking the fans, realizing he’s in firm control right now. He gets to his feet and turns towards Bullvine, stepping towards him when his opponent reaches up and catches the back of his head. The Knight1 member falls over sideways, pulling Nathan down into a small package.
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Creed kicks out, getting to his feet and stumbling backwards when Mills grabs him by the back of the tights. Ryan pulls Nathan down into a small package.
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Creed kicks out again with Bullvine getting to his feet behind Mills. With Nathan kneeling though, Ryan stands up and delivers a quick upward kick straight to Creed’s face, the crowd groaning the sound of the impact. Mills jumps over Nathan’s back and charges into the cables, bouncing off and charging forward. He steps off the crawling Creed’s back and jumps forward, catching Bullvine around the neck and pulling him around into the tornado DDT. The crowd reacts with shock as Bullvine’s head bounces off the canvas, the big man ending up on his back. The crowd unleashes a groan over what they just witnessed while Ryan gets to his knees and sticks his arms out to his sides, staring arrogantly at the rafters, eyes closed. Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t see Nathan getting to his feet and charging into the cables in front of him. Mills opens his eyes though to duck down and avoid a big boot from Creed, who rushes past him and charges into the opposite cable. He bounces off and comes back in at Lionheart who delivers a dropkick straight to Creed’s shin, knocking him down to a crawling base. Mills turns and spots Bullvine standing up again before he rushes forward into the cables at Nathan’s side. He comes rushing back in before stepping off of Nathan’s back and flying through the air. He catches Bullvine around the neck again before the hefty Knight1 member presses his hands to Ryan’s gut and throws him into the air, catching him on his shoulders. He spins around and drops into a brutal sit-out powerbomb, the crowd grimacing at the sound of the collision.
Douglas: What a deadly powerbomb by Bullvine on Ryan Mills. Lionheart went to the well too often and he paid for it.
Mayne: Damn alcoholic mafia types!
Bullvine places his shoulders to the back of Mill’s legs, leaning into them for the pin.
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Creed rushes into the cables in front of Bullvine, bouncing off and flipping forward, catching Bullvine around the neck as he connects with a flip over reverse neckbreaker. Bullvine’s skull bounces off the canvas before he sits up, placing his hands over the back of his skull. Mills rolls over sideways, getting to his knees while Nathan and Bullvine do the same. Creed slugs Bullvine across the jaw, and then does it again, trying to further weaken him. Ryan steps up beside Bullvine and slugs Creed to the jaw now, causing him to turn away and into a circle. Mills steps forward and connects with another right hand to Creed’s squared circle before grabbing him by the wrist. He attempts the Irish whip only for Creed to reverse it and then for Mills to counter again. Suddenly Bullvine rushes in and spears both men to their ribs though, flipping both individuals over backwards. Their heads crash into the canvas while Bullvine sits up on his knees, placing his palms to both men’s sternums.
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Both Ryan and Creed kick out though, rolling to their sides while Bullvine drops down between them. He grabs both their heads, pulling them up into side headlocks. The crowd has a mixed reaction again at the sight of this while both Creed and the Alpha Gen representative push themselves upwards. They force Bullvine along with them to a standing base and slug him to the kidneys several times. They place their palms to Bullvine’s back and shove him forward off the double headlock straight into the cables. Bullvine bounces off and comes back in at his opponents, going for a double lariat. The two duck down out of the way while Bullvine rushes into the cables behind them. He bounces off and comes back in when Nathan and Ryan bend forward, catching his legs. They hoist him into the air and drop back into a double flapjack, planting Bullvine’s head hard into the canvas. He rolls across the ring while Creed and Ryan force themselves to their feet. Mills steps back and chops Creed to the chest before Nathan goes into a spine. He steps back and delivers his own sternum chop to Ryan. The strike forces the tag champ to stagger in reverse before Ryan steps forward and rakes his eyes. Creed bends forward before Ryan grabs his wrist and sends him off across the ring. Nathan once again reverses the whip though, sending Ryan into the ropes. Mills jumps onto the second rope and springs off backwards before Creed jumps into the air and dropkicks Ryan directly to the back. The airborne Mills arches his back and lands on his seat, roaring in anguish while he squeezes his fingers into his palms.
Dan: A stiff dropkick by Nathan, shutting down any of Ryan’s plans.
Mayne: Its becoming hard to distinguish between who I should be cheering for in this one.
Nathan rolls over sideways onto his knees then gets to his feet when Bullvine steps in and levels him with a hard lariat. Creed’s head is almost severed from his shoulders while Bullvine steps forward and grabs the seated Mills off the canvas. He rolls him to his feet and chops him so hard to the sternum that Ryan is almost turned inside out. He crashes onto his back with his legs up in the air, holding his sternum in pain. Bullvine steps over his legs and bends forward, pulling Ryan’s legs over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around Lionheart’s waist. He hoists Ryan up off the canvas in a powerbomb position before swinging him around into Nathan Creed who has risen to his feet. Nathan is knocked sideways into the cables as a result, spilling through them to the outside of the ring. Bullvine now throws Ryan up into the air and catches him on his shoulders again, looking for the powerbomb once more. Ryan places his hands to Bullvine’s head though and shoves himself over top the big man’s skull. He lands on his feet behind Bullvine and rushes into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in at the big man who turns and throws a big boot at him. Mills ducks it and continues across the ring before diving through the ropes into a suicide headbunt straight to Nathan on the outside. The crowd screams with shock as both men are locked down to the canvas.
Dan: Mills avoiding the boot and then throwing caution to wind to deliver that headbunt!
Mayne: These guys just busting it all out here in this phenomenal opening triple threat match.
Douglas: Much like we knew they would. All three of these guys need a win.
The fans are still going nuts while Mills and Creed roll to their feet, Bullvine waiting in the ring for the first man to enter. Mills turns and charges at the rising Creed who suddenly catches him with a drop toe hold sending Lionheart face first into the steel steps. The impact is vicious with Mills’ head bouncing off and following the rest of his body into the mats. Creed gets to his feet slowly while stepping onto the apron before Bullvine reaches over the ropes and grabs him by the ears. He pulls Nathan up by them and reaches over the ropes, placing him in a front gantry. He hoists Nathan into the air for a suplex only for Creed to float over and land behind his back. Creed places him in a half nelson position before Bullvine performs a standing switch. He places him in a full nelson now before Creed drops down, sliding across Bullvine’s stomach. He lands on his in front of Bullvine, reaching up with his legs and wrapping them around the Knight1 member’s waist. He pulls Bullvine over into a roll up pin but then stands, grabbing his legs. He switches Bullvine around, dragging him across the canvas to try and keep him away from the ropes while attempting to step through and place him in the Courtesy Call. The crowd is screaming before Mills climbs up onto the apron and springs to the top rope. He flies off and soars over top Creed, catching him around the waist and rolling him up into a sunset flip.
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Bullvine scoots up behind Mills and grabs one arm, then hooks his legs around the other. He drops over sideways and pulls Ryan off the sunset flip into a crucifix pin.
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Nathan steps forward and kicks down at Bullvine’s ribs before bending forward, placing his shoulders to the back of Ryan’s thighs, pinning his shoulders down to the ring.
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Ryan wraps his legs around Creed’s neck though and falls over forward, pulling Creed down into almost a leg scissors pin, seated on top of Nathan’s chest.
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Nathan kicks out to a mixed response from the crowd.
Dan: A series of near falls between all three men but its still not enough to finish off their opposition.
Ryan and Creed get to their feet, turned to face one another when Bullvine steps in, grabbing the Future around the back of the head. He bends Creed’s head forward and throws him shoulder first into Ryan’s gut, doubling him over forward from the impact. Bullvine steps forward and waits for Ryan to turn around before delivering a big boot. Mills ducks it and dives forward, catching Bullvine by the back of the pants, rolling him up into a school boy pin.
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Bullvine kicks out just in time to avoid defeat, narrowly kicking out. He rolls backwards onto his knees while Ryan gets up in front of him. Mills charges forward when Bullvine bends down, catching him against his shoulders at the last second. He stands up, holding Ryan in a fireman’s carry position, setting up for a big rib breaker onto his knees perhaps. Instead though, Bullvine pushes Mills up into the air with a gorilla press before Creed charges across the ring and delivers a brutal knife edge chop straight across the sternum of the former Knight1 member. Bullvine is taken off of his feet with Mills landing right on top of him.
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Creed steps in and blasts Ryan over the back of the head and shoulders with a forearm strike before grabbing him around the jaw. He helps Ryan to his feet when Mills turns and places Creed in a stunner position. He drops down with the stunner on Nathan and a leg drop across Bullvine’s throat both at the same time. The crowd screams at the sight of this while Nathan bounces off of Mills shoulders, staggering backwards into the cables and Bullvine rolls across the ring, gagging for air.
Dan: Beautiful combination by Ryan Mills.
Mayne: All three of these guys busting out some great combinations in this opening triple threat. You know, I just had an interesting thought, of Bullvine was still part of Knight1, which he inexpiably isn’t anymore, and Nathan Creed were part of Project Lost Cause still, this would be a three way faction war. But since their not, my point is irrelevant.
Douglas: Much like everything that comes out of your mouth, Billy.
The crowd slaps the barricade, getting into this action while Ryan stands up and turns towards Nathan who is utilizing the ropes to hold himself up. Ryan stomps his foot, motioning to Creed to step forward. The Future finally staggers away from the ropes towards Mills who rushes forward for the superkick. Nathan ducks the strike and gets behind Mills though, wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for the German suplex again. Bullvine stands up and steps behind Creed, jumping into the air while turning upside down, wrapping his arms around Nathan’s waist. He pulls him over backwards with a sunset flip variation while Nathan snaps off with the bridging German on Mills. Both men have one another in pinning predicaments.
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No! Both Creed and Mills kick out at the same time. Bullvine runs his hands over his head, unleashing a long sigh over the fact that he didn’t get the win over either competitor. Bullvine rolls onto his knees before motioning for both men to get to their feet, neither Creed nor Mills seem to be able to stand though after that hard double impact. Suddenly the crowd’s reaction turns to boos though as through the curtains strides John Torretto, Knight1 leader, marching slowly towards the ring.
Douglas: What is John Torretto doing out here?
Mayne: Ruining another match maybe?
Bullvine turns around with his arms stuck out to his sides while Torretto motions for his ass to get out of the ring. Bullvine seems to be pleading with Torretto to allow him to stay in this match, insinuating that he’s got this thing won. Torretto keeps motioning for him to exit though while a groggy Creed and Mills get to their knees, both men scooting up behind Bullvine. Without even realizing it they both grab Bullvine by the back of the pants, rolling him up in reverse into a double school boy pin.
Douglas: Wait a minute, we’ve got a double pinfall here!
The referee slides in and makes the count.
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Bullvine kicks out of both men’s pins a second too late, falling over sideways throughout the process. He sits up, glaring straight at Torretto on the ramp with a shocked expression on his face. His jaw is hung open while Torretto rolls hie eyes and shakes his head, then points furiously at the ring.
Torretto: This is why you listen to me you piece of shit!
Nathan rises to his knees, pointing at his wrist while Ryan does the same, the official glancing back and forth at both men. He doesn’t seem to know which man’s arm to raise in victory. He finally grabs both wrists, thrusting them into the air while Creed rises to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief.
Dan: What is this? We have a double pinfall here ladies and gentlemen, both Nathan Creed and Ryan Mills had to work together to put Bullvine away, but they finally did in what was an excellent opening triple threat match.
Mayne: So both men won? What a killjoy.
Nathan backs up into the corner covered in sweat and appearing irate while he glares at the kneeling Mills who appears just as stunned by this shared victory. John backs up the ramp towards the curtains, shaking his head in Bullvine’s direction, who is doubled over in exhaustion.
Bullvine: I’ll prove myself to you, Torretto, I’ll prove myself!
John disgustingly shakes his head before disappearing to the backstage area through the curtains. As soon as he disappears backstage Nathan and Mills start arguing with one another from different areas of the ring, upset over what just transpired. Suddenly, “You Know my Name” hits the PA system and causes everyone to rise to their feet, screaming in shock. The curtains tear down the middle as Orlando Cruze storms onto the entry way with a furious expression residing on his face and a trusty sledgehammer thrown over his shoulder.
Douglas: Oh no, oh no, this is not good!
Mayne: Orlando Cruze is here and he doesn’t look happy, especially judging by that highly destructive weapon resting over his shoulder.
ANSWERS DEMANDED
The fans are still on their feet in shock as Orlando marches towards the ring with a pear of black leather gloves on a sledgehammer thrown over his shoulder. In the ring, Ryan Mills and Bullvine are still trying to get to their feet with Nathan standing in a corner, using it for support. He stares at Orlando crudely before doing the smart thing and dropping to the canvas, rolling to the outside of the ring quickly. The Future backs away from the ring as Orlando rolls in with the sledgehammer, standing up as Bullvine gets to his feet and goes to get out of the ring. Mills places his hands to Bullvine’s back though and shoves him forward straight into a sledgehammer shot to the rib-cage from Cruze. Orlando turned the weapon sideways to add to the impact as Bullvine flips over sideways, holding his mid-section and rolling across the ring. Mills drops to the outside quickly, also avoiding Orlando who seems to have absolutely lost it. He turns and throws down the sledgehammer before shouting for a microphone.
Mayne: Orlando Cruze, the Icon has just laid out a former member of Knight1 with that sledgehammer, this man looks like he’s absolutely snapped.
Douglas: Well let’s face it, he didn’t exactly have a good night last week now did he? But I certainly do not condone what is being done here.
A frightened Kaily hands a microphone through the ropes to Orlando with a shaking arm. Cruze snatches it from her hand and marches to the center of the ring, staring up the ramp and taking exasperated breaths throughout the process. Bullvine has rolled to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats and covering his mid-section in anguish.
Orlando: Hurse!! Get your obsessive compulsive ass out here, because you’ve got some explaining to do!
Everyone in the arena reacts with actual cheers, although they seem shocked to be in support of the Icon. Orlando doesn’t seem to give a shit about their reaction, he just storms back and forth, eyeing the entry way.
Mayne: Well, this is certainly going to be a volatile start to Annihilation.
Dan: If Orlando and Hurse are face to face we’re going to have two very combustible elements.
There is no sign of the Alpha Generation Prophet anywhere as Cruze continues to storm back and forth in the ring.
Cruze: I said get out here right no! Because I’m certainly not going anywhere until I get back what is rightfully mine, until I’m put into the Weapon’s Lair again. Until my name is put back on that Paranoia card in the main event!! So you can either come out here now, or I can sit in this ring and wait here all night long, until your forced to come out. Your choi.....
”Sad but True” by Metallica suddenly hits the PA system and causes the crowd to react with utter repulsion. Orlando is stopped cold in the middle of his statement, eyeing the rampway with a twisted expression. He seems to be ready to charge up the ramp and assault anyone who emerges but holds himself at bay. Through the curtains strides the Submission Champion himself, Hurse, dressed in a pear of gym pants with no shirt on and his belt over his shoulder. He stares apathetically towards Cruze in the ring while he clutches the microphone, the Icon urging him to enter.
Dan: Well, Orlando’s not going to have to take over the show, because Hurse is here.
Mayne: And he certainly doesn’t look happy.
Orlando steps towards the cables and keeps motioning for Hurse to enter, only for the Master of Control to pause on the mid-way point of the ramp, shaking his head in disgust over what he is seeing.
Hurse: Orlando? What the hell do you think your doing? Do you honestly think coming out here and pissing me off by ruining the biggest Annihilation in history is going to better your chances to getting back into the Weapon’s Lair? News flash, you robbed yourself of that opportunity the second you stopped playing by my rules. The second you took that chair and slammed it into my new best friend Desolation’s face.
Orlando: Haha, your new best friend?
Cruze steps back away from the ropes, shaking his head with a condescending smirk on his face that doesn’t seem to make Hurse happy whatsoever.
Cruze: Desolation is not your friend. The son of a bitch is nobody’s friend, Hurse!
Anger flushes Hurse’s face as he starts to storm towards the ring, looking his cool momentarily. Orlando motions for him to come on in before he stops himself and begins to step back, shaking his head back and forth.
Hurse: To hell with you Orlando. You don’t know Desolation like you think you do. Otherwise you’d be able to do something against him that thus far you’ve failed to accomplish, and that’s actually beat him!
The crowd unleashes an “oooh” in response while the Icon’s frustrations mount, yet he too keeps from physically responding.
Cruze: Real cute Hurse, where have I heard that one before? Oh yeah, in every promo ever produced. For a man who prides himself on being creative, you never really say anything original. If you really want to get under my skin then why don’t you prove your not worthless and get in this ring to face me like a man!?! Then I’ll show you why I deserve to be in the Weapon’s Lair!
The crowd is going nuts at the prospect while Hurse stares back and forth contemplating it. He nods his head in their direction and then makes a back handing motion at an angry front row fan. The little girl backs up in fear while Hurse turns his attention towards Orlando in the ring.
Hurse: I’m not going to disgrace myself by stepping into the ring with someone who has never gotten a single noteworthy victory. I’m not going to dishonor my good name by letting you put your hands on me, I’m sure the thought disgusts Kloe bad enough. But there’s another reason I won’t be stepping into the ring with you tonight Cruze. Not out of fear of contamination, although that is a very real threat, but because you’ve already got a match tonight against Too Magnificent.
Orlando: If the next words out of your mouth are not about me reinstating me into the Weapon’s Lair, then I’m going to take my sledgehammer and give you a good old fashion rectal thermometer
The fans scream with laughter as Hurse stares back and forth at them, pointing at the little girl in the front row again.
Hurse: Do you want to step outside?
The little girl backs up in fear.
Mayne: How dare Orlando make such a threat.
Dan: For once, I’d actually like to see Cruze kick Hurse’s ass all over this building.
Hurse turns back towards Cruze and points at him in anger.
Hurse: While I’m sure you’ve told several other men the same thing in the past Cruze, I’m afraid your not going to get what you want out of me with idle threats. It just so happens I was going to give you a chance to get back into the Weapon’s Lair. But the only way to do it is to beat Too Magnificent tonight.
The crowd screams loudly at the sound of this while Orlando nods his head, enjoying the prospect a bit. Yet Hurse wears a smirk, as if he still has a card up his sleeve.
Hurse: But that’s not at all. Because I won’t make it that easy on you. If you want back into the Weapon’s Lair, you’ve not only got to beat Too Magnificent, but you’ve got to beat him inside of the steel cage!
The reaction only intensifies as Hurse points to the steel cage that is now revealed above the ring, Orlando glaring up at it with a somewhat surprised expression on his face.
Dan: Oh my God, a steel cage match between Too Magnificent and Orlando Cruze tonight. If Orlando wins he gets back into the Weapon’s Lair.
Mayne: But if he loses, his chances of facing Desolation and Hurse for the title fly out the window.
Orlando’s attention is still drawn to the ominous structure crafted above him. The steel mass which threatens to mangle flesh, and the thought of stepping in there against a sadist such as Too Magnificent. The thought obviously has crossed Hurse’s mind, as he stands on the ramp and wears a toothy grin.
Hurse: So there you have it Orlando. You either beat Too Magnificent in the cage, or you kiss any involvement at Paranoia goodbye. Hahaha.
Hurse throws down the microphone without a care in the world before he turns and begins to march up the ramp.
Orlando: Hey, hold on a second there Hurse, we’re not through yet.
The demand brings Hurse to an abrupt halt on the ramp, staring over his shoulder at the authoritative Orlando, who lurks just behind the ropes.
Cruze: You see, since I’ve now got my shot at the Weapon’s Lair set in stone, I figure what’s to stop me from kicking your ass all over the Excel arena?
The ovation is deafening, everyone enjoying the thought of Cruze tearing Hurse apart. A mere smirk forms on Hurse’s face as he shakes his head and starts towards the curtain.
Orlando: Where you going Hurse, ducking out on another match against me? Afraid to step mono a mono with Orlando Cruze without your band of jackasses at ringside to protect you from the big bad Icon?
The comment bring Hurse to a stop, his upper teeth embedded into his lower lip. His anger seems to be mounting, turning slowly towards the ring.
Cruze: Are you worried about being embarrassed on national television, like we all know you would be? Does the thought of facing me terrify you so much you had to kick me out of the Lair, and now you won’t come to this ring and face me? Maybe I’ll go ask Robin Brooks if she wants to fight, after all, she seems to have a bigger dick than you.
The crowd’s response is that of shock and awe, Orlando wearing a smirk on his face and Hurse’s features turning bright red. He throws his control to the wind and starts towards the ring, blood almost dripping from the palms of his hands which have his nails deeply dug into them.
Dan: That’s all it took, mentioning Robin to force Hurse towards the ring! Its on Billy!
Mayne: I’ve been waiting to see this for a long time Dan.
The outraged Hurse continues towards the ring with Orlando bent forward, poised for the attack. Suddenly Hurse stops though at the middle of the ramp, taking deep breaths and rethinking his options. He sighs while shivering and running his hands through his hair, beginning to back-peddle. Anger comes from the fans while Orlando extends his arms out to his sides, still smirking. He finally lifts the mic to his mouth again.
Cruze: What's wrong, Hurse, worried your mommy and your daddy are watching on from heaven, worried you might be embarrassed in front of them? Don't worry, Hurse, they're not watching, because they're sitting in a hole in the ground, rotting away as maggot food.
Hurse's teeth shine through his lips before he starts towards the ring again, shaking his head with the crowd screaming. He stops once more though right in the middle of his charge towards the ring. Again he starts to step in reverse up the ramp.
Orlando: Oh come on Hurse, it isn’t that bad. Who knows, maybe that fucking loser Desolation is watching. Maybe that fraud of a World Champion, that disgrace to the title is hoping you come to the ring and show me what kind of man you are.
Hurse’s eyes open up widely and seem to immediately become bloodshot, full of fury.
Hurse: NO ONE TALKS ABOUT DESOLATION!!
The Submission Champion throws down his strap and moves towards the ring in a very furious state, steam almost shooting from his ears. The crowd slaps the barricade and brims with excitement at the prospect of Hurse and the Icon going at it finally. They’re prayers seem to be answered, Hurse not stopping this time as he jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He pulls himself slowly to his feet on the apron, trembling down to the very bone, with drool coming from the crack of his mouth. Orlando motions for him to come in, just begging him to face him. The crowd seems to want to see the same thing, Hurse turning back and forth to observe them.
Dan: We’re about to see it Billy, we’re about to see it. Orlando versus Hurse!
Mayne: This is going to be intense.
Hurse puts his foot through the ropes then takes it right back out before dropping off the apron and onto the mats. The fans lets their anger be known with obscenities flying. Hurse raises a finger and shakes it back and forth while backing up.
Dan: Oh come on!
Mayne: If Hurse doesn’t want to fight then he doesn’t have to.
The boos drown out all other sound while Orlando appears irate that Hurse won’t face him. The Master of Control backs up the ramp still shaking his head before without warning Jackson Adams rushes up behind him. He grabs the back of Hurse’s head and pants before forcing him towards the ring and rolling him in under the ropes. The crowd is going nuts, actually cheering for Adams who backs up and grabs the Submission title off the ramp, throwing it over his shoulder. A big grin is cut across Jackson’s face while he backs up with the belt shimmering over his shoulder.
Mayne: Hey, what do you think your doing Jackson!?!
Dan: Jackson Adams throwing Hurse into the ring, getting some revenge on the man who orchestrated the Alpha Generation turning on him last week!
Hurse stands up in fury, pointing over the cables and shouting at Adams who is still backing up the ramp with the Submission title in hand. There is a buzz, electric feeling in the atmosphere when Hurse turns around to face Cruze, who was prepared for an attached, crouched forward with hands on his hips. Suddenly Cruze steps forward and throws his arm across Hurse’s chest before he hoists the Master of Control into the air and Rock Bottoms him straight to the canvas. The entire arena explodes at the sight of Hurse being driven with such violent impact into the canvas, now sprawled out across it and appearing out cold.
Douglas: Orlando just hit the Rock Bottom on Hurse, he sent an emphatic statement to the Submission Champion.
Mayne: I like Orlando just as much as the next man, but with the Alpha Generation in control tonight, he might have just signed his own death wish.
Orlando stands tall over top of Hurse, staring straight down into his rivals’ face before stepping over top of him. Both feet are on opposite sides of Hurse while the Icon’s arm slowly raises into the air, fist clinched. His entrance music hits the PA system while Jackson Adams backs up the ramp with the Submission title still over his shoulder, patting it lightly with a large grin on his face.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
CONTINGENCIES
Hurse: Watch it, my back is sore God dammit!
A bag of ice is gently pressed to Hurse’s spine while he is doubled over a crate in the backstage area. It is pressed to his lower kidney area by a young female EMT while the Alpha Generation stands gathered around their prophet. Denile, Devin, Too Magnificent, and Ryan Mills are all joined as one, kneeling and standing about Hurse, who is still feeling the incredible anguish of the Rock Bottom. The pain so severe it causes sweat and drool to seep from his body.
Hurse: Who gave you your medical license, Dr. Kevorkian?
Hurse grimaces in anguish while the bag of ice is pushed further into his kidneys. The Submission Champion glances over his shoulder at the female, giving her a dirty glare.
Ryan: Well, this night hasn’t exactly started off like we had planned, huh?
The sweaty Mills runs his hands through his hair, clearly concerned over what has transpired thus far this evening. Hurse gives him a foul glare though, his face twisted with hostility.
Hurse: No, it hasn’t.....
Devin: So how do we know the rest of your plans are going to work out tonight? Especially as it relates to Desolation.
The anger on Hurse’s face begins to fade, turning into a slight chuckle, although it creates some anguish in his back.
Hurse: None of you need to worry about the Golden Ballroom tonight. I happen to have a contingency plan in place on the off chance that Desolation doesn’t accept his new role as a member of the Alpha Generation. Which will not happen mind you, I know Desolation is going to join us tonight.
Devin rolls his eyes, not as confident in this matter as Hurse might be. The Prophet stares back at Too Magnificent who is slightly behind his back.
Hurse: Now you get started with preparations for the Golden Ballroom, and make sure everything is perfect. Also, you know what needs to be done to Orlando tonight.
Too Magnificent sighs before nodding and marching away. Hurse turns to glare at Devin and Ryan now.
Hurse: As for you two, you know what needs to be done after this match. I don’t care how much he refuses, you pander to his every need, you hear me?
The shoulders of the tag champion’s sinks before he saunter off. This leaves Denile and Hurse standing side by side, Partis stepping closer to the Prophet. Hurse stares up at him slowly, still grimacing in anguish.
Hurse: Partis, you know what you have to do tonight. I don’t think I need to remind you.
Partis contemplates this for a second before retracting his head and running his hand over his face. He begrudgingly turns and marches off leaving a flustered, furious Hurse in his wake.
Hurse: And I’ll deal with Jackson Adams tonight!
ISAAC SAINE VS. DESOLATION
CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION
The camera returns to the ring with the fans stewing in their own excited emotions. They seem to be craving more action.
Dan: Well, Hurse giving the Alpha Generation their walking orders for the night. I can’t believe the way this telecast got started, but we’ve got to switch gears and concentrate on the upcoming match. One that will pit the man who will defend his World title in the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia, against a person who will face an equally as destructive task in Chapel at that same event.
Mayne: Or so we think, I do believe Isaac is going to weasel his way out of the challenge Chapel threw down last week. Mark my words. And as for Desolation, I hope he makes the right choice tonight.
The light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
If you've ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It's significant
To the life
Can you feel it?
Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloodied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnifcent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Deamonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes and the Livewire title draped over his shoulder... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares into the center of the ring, throwing his belt to the official...
Dan: I’ve never seen quite such a disturbed Isaac over the years. This man has been twisted unlike ever before as of late. All correlating to around the time Chapel came out here and claimed to be the King of Hardcore.
Mayne: Who knows if he is or not, there’s only one way to prove who is the most hardcore and that’s settle it in the ring.
Douglas: Which they very well might do, should Isaac accept the challenge for a Last Man Standing Death Match at Paranoia IV.
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Lights begins to flash as the electronic noise of the opening to Tarot's "I Rule." As the distroted strings kick in, the arena lights begin to flash, Desolation's logo appearing on the Jumbotron.
The heavy metals guitars kick in and a spotlight picks Desolation out in the audiance, one fist raised in the air.
"I was crowned a king in a womb,
tore my mother apart at birth,
gnawed at my father's bones,
then gave them to the earth!"
Desolation begins to slowly walk down the stairs to the ring, stripping of his black leather duster and stepping onto the ring barricade. He raises his arms straight out from his body, turning his head to the right, and then slowly to the left, looking over the crowd.
"Bowels of a grave turned loose,
I RULE!"
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.
Desolation begins unbuckling his three titles, the ICON Championship, the FPN Undisputed championship, and the ULW World Heavyweight Championship. He slides in the ring and raises the last in the air with one hand
Douglas: And here is a man who is closing in the gap on Johnny Kingdom for longest title reign in the ULW. He’s defended that belt in some classic matches against Aurora Rose, Robin Brooks, Orlando Cruze and a few others. He’s certainly proven himself to be a fighting champion, and will continue to display this attribute at Paranoia IV, when he steps into the Weapon’s Lair.
Mayne: Well, Desolation is a very talented competitor.
Dan: What the hell was that? Did you just compliment Desolation?
Billy: I’m reading from the cue cards the Alpha Generation gave to me. I’m also entitled to say that Desolation has an attractive head of hair and wreaks of masculinity.
Desolation turns to stare across the ring at Isaac Saine, warming himself up for the battle at hand. Isaac just remains crouched in the corner, glaring straight at his opponent with a twisted expression on his features, hidden behind the half broken mask. His face still has the same blood on it that it did last week, caused by the match against Torretto. The broken chunks continue to hang from the mask as the bell chimes and both men step forward slowly. They begin to circle one another, glaring into each other’s faces before the Dark Man puts on a twisted expression and steps forward, pointing down at the canvas.
Desolation: Do me a favor and drop the whole fucking psychopath act, your giving the real psychopaths a bad name. Now show me if you remember how to actually wrestle dammit!
Isaac seems to enjoy this verbal abuse, a grin cutting across half of his face before both men step forward and lunge into the collar elbow tie. They push against one another, either man unable to gain an immediate advantage. Desolation suddenly pushes Saine’s arms down and steps to his side, locking in a headlock. He grinds his arms against both sides of Saine’s face with the side headlock firmly established. Isaac reaches up and grabs the Dark Man’s arm, prying it away from his throat and then turning in a semi circle. He pushes his opposite side against the World Champion, bending his arm over backwards into the top wrist lock, escaping the side headlock. Desolation grinds his teeth and tries to free himself from the submission before he bridges over backwards slowly. Isaac begins to push him downward though, causing the Dark Man to bridge over in reverse into a crab like position. The top of Desolation’s head hits the canvas while his feet are still planted to the canvas, completely bent over backwards at an awkward angle. Saine tries his best to keep the hold locked in, folding Desolation’s arm over so that his fist is touching the canvas. Desolation suddenly turns and twists his body though, swinging around under his arm and Saine’s before slapping down with his other palm. The force knocks Isaac’s hands away from his arm before he steps around to the opposite side of the Livewire Champion. He slaps on a side headlock upon the kneeling Saine, really clamping it on tightly.
Douglas: Some quick chain wrestling between both these men, Isaac trying to show that he does indeed still remember to wrestle.
Mayne: This won’t last much longer, because as my cards say, Desolation is a technical wrestling genius, with a perfect set of bicuspids.
Desolation continues to apply the side headlock before Saine stands up and grabs hold of the World Champion’s arm. He pulls it away from his neck and then stands up straight behind the Dark Man, pinning his arm behind his spine in the hammerlock. Desolation slaps his shoulder several times while having his arm still pinned and bent awkwardly behind his back. Desolation pushes Isaac backwards though, driving the Livewire Champion’s spine directly into the turnbuckle. The impact is hard and causes Saine to break the hammerlock before Desolation reaches back and grabs him around the neck. Desolation drags Isaac out of the corner with the side headlock once again established. Saine is bent over forward as this hold is perfectly applied by the World Champion, who seems to be enjoying outshining Saine on the technical front. Isaac places his spine to Desolation’s back, hoisting him into the air in a back drop suplex position. He steps sideways towards the cables with Desolation held up in the air on his shoulder, the World Champion still locking in the side headlock submission. Isaac hits the cables side first and then drops Desolation groin first onto the top rope. The Champion straddles them and groans in pain as do the fans before Saine grabs Desolation’s arm. He drops down sideways to the canvas, away from Desolation and connects with an armdrag off the ropes. Desolation flips over sideways, crashing into the canvas. Isaac gets to his knees at the Champion’s side, lifting his arm up and placing it in the textbook armlock. Some of the crowd claps at the unique counter just implemented by Saine, who is doubling over the arm and keeping the submission locked in, pushing down on Desolation’s shoulder throughout the process.
Desolation begins to rock himself now, trying to get out of this submission hold before he lifts his foot into the air. He places it straight to Isaac’s face and with his free hand, pushes upward on his knee. The force causes Isaac to stand up straight, still doubled over though but keeping hold of the Dark Man’s wrist throughout the process. Desolation goes into a spin though across his back, raising his foot again and kicking away Isaac’s hand from his wrist. Desolation goes into another spin across his back before getting to his knees and grabbing the back of Isaac’s ankles. He pulls up on them, causing Saine to crash onto his back before he dives forward over top of him, landing on his seat at his side. Desolation locks in a version of the side headlock once more, really applying the pressure on the Livewire Champion. Isaac tries to turn away from the Dark Man but Desolation just reapplies the side headlock with Saine’s face aimed towards the canvas. Saine wills himself up to his feet still stuck in the headlock before he charges backwards into the cables. He drags Desolation spine first into the ropes, before pushing him off. Desolation drags Isaac forward though and jumps into the air, he pulls Isaac down with a bulldog into the canvas but keeps the side headlock applied.
Mayne: Desolation proving he’s a master of the technical art. Kind of like David Caradine from Kung Fu.
Dan: Frankly, you complimenting Desolation, cue cards or not, is really starting to creep me out.
Desolation really exerts pressure on the side headlock, Isaac trying to force himself up to his feet regardless though. Both men get to their feet before Saine throws a forearm into the kidneys of the Champion, and then does it again. Desolation’s hold begins to weaken before Isaac clubs him to the kidneys again. Isaac is able to squeeze his head free and stand up behind the Dark Man’s back, grabbing his arms and placing him in the cobra clutch, setting for the Psychotic Episode. Desolation squirms free though and slides down Saine’s stomach, landing on his knees. He turns the side of his body towards Isaac and grabs his wrist, pulling him into a fireman’s take down. Saine flips over sideways and crashes onto the canvas across his back while Desolation drops down beside him and locks in the side headlock yet again. Saine kicks his feet, trying to escape this submission while Desolation has perfectly established, refusing to relent with it. Isaac kicks his foot into the air, launching his shin into the back of Desolation’s head, and then doing it again. The Dark Man refuses to break the side headlock though before Isaac turns around and begins to stand up. The Champion still has him in the side headlock before Saine drives his forearm into the kidneys of Desolation again. He then delivers another shot, but the Dark Man refuses to break the side headlock. Desperately Saine charges forward into the cables, pushing Desolation chest first into the top rope. The Livewire title holder drops backwards, pulling Desolation with him into a reverse roll. He ends up rolling over the back of Desolation and ending up on his feet behind the seated World Champion, freeing himself from the side headlock then immediately placing him in the cobra clutch. Isaac yanks Desolation onto his feet, going for the Psychotic Episode. Desolation rushes forward though, dragging Saine along and then drops to the canvas right in front of the ropes, hurling Isaac through the cables. Saine flips sideways and crashes into the mats hard across his back, the crowd groaning as a result.
Dan: Saine setting again for the Psychotic Episode, but it was avoided by Desolation!
Mayne: An expert counter, by such a handsome fit athlete.
Douglas: Was that one really written on the cue cards?
Saine rolls across the mats onto his knees before forcing himself to his feet slowly. Desolation approaches the cables and grabs the top one, pulling himself over into the crossbody. Saine drops down to avoid it though, causing the Dark Man to change things up at the last second, instead landing feet first on the apron. He drops to his seat and slides across his back under the bottom rope before rushing to his feet and charging across the ring into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Saine who stands up on the outside of the squared circle, turning back to face it right as the Dark Man drops into a baseball slide dropkick. Isaac reaches out and catches his feet though, separating them and pulling the World Champion’s legs around his waist. Saine turns and allows Desolation’s upper half to fall towards the outside mats. However, Desolation places his palms to the mats and then shoves himself back upwards Saine’s head in a wheelbarrow. Saine turns though and pushes Desolation down face first out of the wheelbarrow position, directly on top of the announce table. The impact is brutal with Desolation bouncing off hard and standing up with a dazed glint in his eyes.
Mayne: Desolation crashing face first into our announce table!
Dan: A brutal counter by this all fired up Isaac Saine. Out to send a message to Chapel, who we know is here this week.
As Desolation stands up, groggy, Isaac grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him straight at the steel barricade. The crowd screams as Isaac shoves Desolation down face first into the steel plated barricades, the Dark Man hitting them head and shoulder first. He bashes off and lands on his back with the crowd groaning the tremendous impact, Isaac leaning against the apron for support throughout the process. He takes a deep breath and grabs Desolation off the mats, rolling him onto his knees and then grabbing the back of his head again. Desolation is unable to counter it as he’s rushed across the mats and thrown head first into the perpendicular barricade. His body collides with it brutally before he tumbles onto his backside. Saine staggers towards him, still breathing heavily with his mask chipping away. The World Champion turns onto his knees, shaking his head and trying to get the cobwebs out before Saine steps in and kicks him hard upward to the sternum. Desolation falls onto his back, appearing out of it now while Saine scoops him up and rolls him into the ring under the ropes.
The Dark Man gets onto his hands and knees in the ring, looking out of it before Saine slides in and scurries towards him. He pushes Desolation over onto his back and drops into the cover.
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Desolation gets his shoulder up, kicking out and sitting on the canvas. Saine quickly scoots forward across his knees and slaps on a sleeper hold. He really has it locked in on the World Champion who now finds himself grounded on the canvas. Saine seems obsessed with keeping this match at a slow, brisk pace, limiting Desolation’s explosive offense. However, even after all the impacts the Champion took to the head, Desolation begins to force himself up to his feet, still sweating heavily. Desolation gets to his feet, still trapped in the sleeper before he turns and rams his elbow into Saine’s gut, then does it again. Isaac is doubled over before Desolation grabs him by the wrist and pulls his arm away from his neck. He then spins around and kicks Saine hard to the gut, bending him over forward while keeping hold of his wrist. Desolation steps over top his arm, straddling it and then mule kicking Saine straight to the face. The fans groan before Isaac stands up, Desolation stepping off his arm but continuing to keep hold of his wrist. He then delivers a blistering, buzzsaw like kick directly to Isaac’s sternum, taking him off of his feet and down to the canvas. Desolation still keeps hold of Isaac’s wrist before he jumps over top of him, pulling Saine with him. Desolation ducks his head and rolls across the canvas, pulling Saine over onto his stomach before the World Champ clamps his arms around Isaac’s bicep and leans back. He has him placed right in the fujiwara now, Saine groaning and the crowd clapping what they just witnessed, the beautiful combination of kicks leading right into this submission.
Much like Desolation wouldn’t stay down for the sleeper though, Saine starts to push himself up. He gets to his knees while his arm is still tore and ripped at in the hands of the World Champion. Saine drops over sideways away from Desolation, rolling his opponent backwards while he tried to maintain the fujiwara. Desolation ends up on the back of his shoulders with Saine turning and leaning down into the back of his thighs, holding him in a pinning predicament now. Before the official can make the count though Isaac stands and pushes Desolation over onto his knees, then slaps on a front gantry. He drags Desolation up to his feet and grabs him by the back of the pants, lifting him up into the air for a vertical suplex. Desolation floats over and lands behind Saine, grabbing him around the neck and bridging him over backwards into a reverse DDT position. Isaac spins his body though to turn and face the Dark Man, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him into an Irish whip. Desolation charges into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in at Isaac who throws a big boot. However, the Dark Man drops into a baseball slide between his legs and then gets up behind his back. Saine turns to face him and charges in only to be caught against Desolation’s shoulder, who stands up, holding him in position for the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch).
Douglas: What a series of counters leading into position for one of Desolation’s deadly moves!
Mayne: Desolation is nothing short of a class act with such striking features you’d think they were chiseled from God himself.
Dan: Enough already!
Desolation runs forward to hit the move when Isaac slides down his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him up into a sunset flip style pin.
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Desolation tries to roll backwards out of the pin but Isaac grabs his arms and hooks both of them while standing up. He has Desolation bent over forward into a tiger bomb position before throwing him up into the air and catching him on his shoulders. He drops straight down into the tiger bomb, Desolation landing on the canvas between his legs, Saine bending forward into the back of the World Champion’s thighs.
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Desolation gets his shoulder off the canvas, dropping onto his side immediately. Isaac takes a deep breath throughout the process, upset that he didn’t just get the win in this highly competitive champion versus champion match. Isaac gets to his feet and steps back before rushing in and dropping with a knee into the side of the crawling Desolation’s face. The impact knocks him over sideways onto his back, the Champion kicking his legs and trying to force himself up to his feet. Saine stands up and jumps over him, rushing into the cables at his side and bouncing off. He comes back in at Desolation before jumping into the air and dropping spine first with a senton onto the Dark Man’s ribcage. The crowd groans the sight of this as Desolation curls into a ball, protecting his ribs after the impact. Isaac turns onto his knees with a demented twinkle in his eyes as he scoots up behind his opposition, sitting him up on the canvas and then clamping on a tight bearhug. Desolation grimaces in anguish as he tries to push the arms away from his waist, all the while attempting to get to his feet. The flustered Mr. Saine squeezes with greater force on the mid-section of his opponent, Desolation stomping his foot several times while he tries to force himself up to his feet. He grimaces in pain with Isaac still holding onto the bearhug as both men reach a standing base. Suddenly Isaac breaks the bearhug and clubs Desolation over the back, then shoves him forward into the cables. Desolation bounces off the ropes chest first and staggers backwards straight into a forearm strike to his lower back. The force of the strike causes Desolation to arch his spine in pain before Isaac spins the World Champion around and takes him by the wrist. Isaac whips him off across the ring into the opposite cables. Desolation bounces off and comes back in when Saine rushes forward and takes him down with a headbunt strike to the face.
Desolation crashes into the canvas across his back before Saine falls forward into the cover on top of him.
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The Champion kicks out, causing Saine to rise to his knees with more of his mask ripped away. He seethes in anger before standing up and grabbing Desolation around the neck. Isaac almost seems to be laughing while he rolls Desolation onto his knees, locking in a front gantry while pulling him to his feet. Desolation doesn’t seem to have much strength left in his body with Isaac really locking in the front gantry. He lifts Desolation into the air again and snaps back into a hard vertical suplex. He then swings his hips, rolling Desolation over sideways onto his knees before rising to his feet again. His back is aimed towards the cables as Saine hoists Desolation for a second vertical suplex. However, Desolation floats over him and the ropes, landing on his feet on the apron. He reaches up and wraps his hands around Isaac’s jaw before dropping off the apron, pulling the back of Saine’s neck into the top rope. The crowd grimaces at the sight of this while Isaac snaps off and stumbles forward, reaching for the back of his neck in pain, yet strangely he giggles to himself. Desolation climbs up onto the apron and grabs the top rope, pulling himself over. He turns in mid-air, landing feet first on the second cable then springing off backwards. Saine turns right in time to be caught around the head before being pulled over backwards into the hard reverse DDT. The fans clap and show their appreciation for the big move Desolation just connected with.
Mayne: Desolation heroically, like a Greek God getting back into this match.
Dan: If only I knew you were sincere in any of your compliments. But as you touched on, Desolation is back in the driver’s seat after those two brutal moves that took Isaac down.
The Dark Man forces himself up to his feet slowly, still breathing heavily due to the intense pace of this match, Isaac giving him all he’s got in this one. Isaac rolls to his knees, starting to get to his feet when Desolation steps in, catching with a forearm shiver to the side of the face and then stepping back. He plants his foot and then delivers a straight, brutal buzzsaw kick directly to Isaac’s masked face. The mask breaks away more while the crowd reacts with disbelief over the impact of the kick. Saine tumbles over backwards like a piece of falling lumber before Desolation falls on top of him, going for the pin.
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Saine kicks out abruptly, getting his shoulder safely off the canvas before Desolation stands up and stomps him to the back of the head. Desolation grabs Isaac by the back of the head and rolls him onto his knees, holding him so that his face is aimed to the canvas. A somewhat disturbing aura emanates from Desolation who now begins to kick Isaac repeatedly to the face with hard shin shots. The mask breaks away more and move while the crowd screams with each deadly, devastating kick that Saine is taking. However, strangely the kicks seem to be firing Saine up, who with each brutal shot rises closer to his feet. Desolation kicks him to the features again hard, then does it once more. Finally Desolation’s eyes open wide as Saine stands up straight, a good portion of his mask broken away while he screams and slaps his chest. He appears to have snapped now, his eyes full of dementia before Desolation smirks and spins around into a hard kick straight under Saine’s jaw. The impact echoes throughout the arena and causes Saine to crash onto his back. He rolls over though onto his knees then stands up, slapping his chest again.
Isaac: Hahahaha, is that all you got, is that all you got!?!
Desolation shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t know the answer.
Desolation: I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Desolation spins around and connects with a back chop to the side of Saine’s face, staggering him. Desolation slaps him to the other side of the face, and then to the other cheek, the impacts sounding throughout the arena and resulting in “ohhs” from the crowd. Desolation spins around and hits another back chop to the side of Saine’s head, almost knocking his skull clean from his shoulders. The World Champion turns and rushes into the cables in front of Isaac, bouncing off and coming back in before Saine charges forward. He shoots his knee up straight at Desolation’s mid-section before the World Champion jumps over it and catches him by the back of the pants. He pulls Saine over in reverse into a school boy but releases him, pushing him over onto his knees and standing up at his side before connecting with an absolutely deadly, stiffer than hell kick straight to Isaac’s chest. The impact knocks Isaac off of his knees and onto his back before Desolation falls into the cover.
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No! Isaac kicks out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. However, unlike before he doesn’t rush to his feet, this kick finally having taken him down. Desolation stands and grabs Saine by the wrist, pulling him up onto his knees. He continues to grip Isaac’s wrist before he delivers another incredibly stiff kick straight to his sternum. Desolation keeps hold of his wrist though so that he doesn’t fall down from the strike. Desolation moves in and hits another equally as brutal kick to Saine’s chest which causes the crowd to groan in shock over the stiff impact. Finally the Champ lets go of his hand and rushes into the cables in front of him, wanting to get a running strike. As soon as he does though, Isaac stands up and catches Desolation coming in, right against his shoulders. Isaac stands and turns before pulling Desolation down into the Death Valley Driver! Desolation’s body hits the ring hard before he sits up, a dazed glint in his eyes. Isaac turns and grabs him by the shoulder, dragging him down to the canvas.
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Desolation is the one who kicks out now after that hard death valley driver. The furious Saine gets to his knees and slaps the canvas, appearing irate that he didn’t just get he pinfall.
Douglas: Some nice nearfalls between both of these men. I honestly thought Saine might have ended Desolation’s singles victory streak right there, but it wasn’t the case.
Mayne: Saine can’t even hope to stand up against the mighty, Herculean strength of Desolation. The Dark Man should be on the covers of Romantic Novels I tell you.
Dan: These compliments just continue to make me shudder.
Saine gets to his feet and grabs Desolation around the jaw. The World Champion seems phased by the impacts before Isaac tucks his head forward, placing it against his shoulder. He hooks both of Desolation’s legs and stands up straight, holding the Champion upside down before rushing forward and dropping back into the Muscle Buster! Desolation’s body hits the ring hard before Saine turns quickly, scrambling into the cover.
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Isaac: COME ON CHAPEL! You will die!
Isaac stands up and motions for the Psychotic Episode, insinuating that this match is over. He receives a mixed ovation as a result while Desolation tries to fight to his feet. Saine looks like he’s going to make him exert the last bit of his strength to stand while remaining crouched behind him, setting himself for the Psychotic Episode. The crowd’s reaction changes to cheers though as Chapel and Demona emerge from the back, making their way towards the ring.
Douglas: Hey wait a minute! Its Chapel, what is he doing here?
Mayne: I haven’t got a clue, but he better not put his hands on Desolation!
Chapel reaches ringside, clapping smugly while staring into the ring before Isaac turns and rushes at the cables. He dives through them with a suicide headbunt right into Chapel, taking both men down to the mats. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of this, all of them putting their hands together over what they’re witnessing. Isaac stands up as Chapel gets to his knees, slugging him to the face repeatedly in a deranged, demented state.
Douglas: ISAAC ATTACKING CHAPEL!
Mayne: This man has absolutely snapped, and the bad blood is going to come pouring out of both these men now that they have their hands on one another.
A shocked Chapel, who is unable to defend himself is dragged to his feet before being whipped straight into the steel barricade shoulder first. He bounces off hard and falls onto his knees before the enraged Isaac turns back towards the ring and slides in. Desolation is still kneeling in the middle of the ring as Isaac comes rushing straight at him. Without warning though, Desolation stands and catches Isaac against his shoulder, allowing him to fall over while he reaches back, wrapping his arm around the Livewire Champion’s neck. He is setting up for the Brand X again when Isaac counters the same way he did earlier. He slides down Desolations back and rolls him up into a sunset flip. However, Desolation rolls backwards and onto his feet this time, grabbing Isaac’s legs, pulling him over onto his stomach then pulling him up before connecting with the Curb Stomp! The fans scream as Isaac’s face hits the canvas hard, Desolation rolling him over onto his back. He drops quickly into the pinfall with the fans screaming.
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A loud reaction goes up from the fans while the Dark Man sits up, taking several deep breaths with sweat racing down his battered features.
Dan: Desolation pulling out another victory with the Curb Stomp. Can anyone kick out of that move?
Mayne: What a tremendous win for Isaac. The question you should be asking though is, can anyone beat Desolation?
Douglas: If I wanted to be cliche that’s the question I’d be asking.
Desolation gets to his knees, taking several deep breaths before the World title is handed over to him by the referee. The Dark Man takes his belt then pushes the referee down, still all fired up after this win. He drops to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring before making his way up the ramp, not even taking a second to observe Chapel or Demona at ringside. The crowd is still cheering while Desolation throws the title over his shoulder and raises a single arm in the air, continuing to march up the ramp. Isaac rolls onto his side, gripping his face in tremendous pain with more of his mask broken away from by the impact of the Curb Stomp. Before he can get up though, Chapel rolls into the ring and charges at his side. He boots Saine straight to the face with a hard strike, Isaac crashing onto his back. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of this.
Mayne: Desolation, the lion picks up the win, and Chapel, the hyena, comes into pick up the scraps.
Douglas: Chapel again attacking Saine, much like we saw at the Rumble Bash!
Chapel climbs over top the dazed Isaac and grabs his hair, beginning to slug him repeatedly to the face with his large fists. Isaac is defenseless it seems as Chapel continues to pound him in the face, Demona watching on from outside the ring. She slaps the apron, supporting her man who continues to slug Isaac to the face over and over again. Chapel pulls Isaac’s head up and stares into his mask while removing a microphone from his pants pocket, raising it to his twisted lips.
Chapel: You can’t hide the truth forever, Saine. Rather it be hiding your scars behind this mask, or hiding behind your claims of being hardcore! I’ll take both of them away from you!
Chapel rips what remains of Isaac’s mask straight off his face, the crowd screaming. Chapel stands up, holding the broken mask in his hand while Isaac tries to cover up his bleeding face with a trembling hand. Chapel throws the microphone down at him with a sadistic smirk on his face.
Douglas: Chapel has just unmasked Isaac! We haven’t seen Saine’s face since it was burned by Hurse years ago!
Mayne: Chapel really getting into Isaac’s head now.
Seemingly having accomplished his goal of humiliation, Chapel turns and marches towards the cables, sliding through them onto the apron. Demona is clapping her hands on the outside of the ring while Chapel drops down onto the mats beside her, glancing at the mask he just ripped off Saine’s face. Isaac continues to shake in the ring while his hand slowly reaches out for the microphone, his hair still hiding his face. He grabs the mic and rises it to his lips with both Demon and Chapel marching up the ramp, not even looking back.
Isaac: Hahahahahahahaha.
The disturbing laughter causes Chapel and Demona to stop in their tracks, confusion filling their features. Chapel turns to stare back at Isaac who rises to his knees, still bleeding with his hair hanging down in front of his face.
Mayne: Is Isaac laughing?
Saine stares through his hair and blood, straight into Chapel’s face.
Saine: Chapel, Chapel, Chapel.... do you have any idea what you’ve done? Do you know what you’ve woken up inside of me? Hahahaha, you took my mask but removed my cage. You may have destroyed Isaac Saine.....
Isaac scoots across his knees into the cables, leaning against them while glaring at Chapel who is still present on the ramp. That same befuddlement is present in Chapel’s features.
Saine: .......But you’ve freed me! You freed, PSYCHO!
That same disturbing laughter shakes through the ring while Isaac pulls back his hair to reveal his scarred, twisted flesh, and the truly demented glare in his eyes.
Dan: No, no, no. Isaac Saine is gone, and Psycho is back!
Mayne: This isn’t good.
Chapel is shaking his head with a confused expression still while Isaac stands up with the mic in hand, still leaning on the cables.
Isaac: And as for your challenge at Paranoia, for a Last Man Standing Death Match, I accept! But only if Psycho gets to up the ante, hahahaha. Because I want this match to be contested in the Psychotic Steel Cage match, hahahaha!
A wide glare inhabits Demona’s eyes while she quickly looks up at Chapel, who’s lips form a half grin at the prospect of such a barbaric match. The fans are going absolutely insane at the sound of this.
Dan: What an announcement! Chapel vs. Psycho in a Psychotic Steel Cage Match under last man standing rules.
Mayne: Chapel seems to like the sound of that.
The fans are still buzzing while Chapel glares into the twisted eyes of Isaac in the middle of the ring.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
DURING THE COMMERCIAL BREAK
A still image of a sweating Desolation takes up the forefront of the camera. Everything, the title, his movement, even the sweat rolling down his brow is paused, with the friendly reminder that this incident took place during the commercial being present in the corner of the screen.
Dan: Welcome back to Annihilation, and after a hell of a match against Isaac Saine, this is what was awaiting Desolation backstage during the commercial break.
Mayne: A true celebration!
The scene begins to play as Desolation comes back to life, moving forward through the backstage area with exhaustion. He moves away from the curtains behind his back when a white towel is thrown over his shoulders.
Great job out there man, great job.
Ryan Mills, the co-holder of the tag team titles moves into the camera’s frame, patting Desolation on the shoulders, almost giving him a massage. The Dark Man pulls away quickly while the pop of a cork can be heard, Devin Hawk stepping up in front of Desolation with a bottle of champagne. The expensive, tasty liquid within spills over onto the floor before the Dark Man’s feet.
Devin: How about a nice glass of the bubbly to wash down that dominating victory, Desolation.
Devin begins to fill up a glass with the champagne quickly. Mills is now using his elbows to massage the World Champion’s back, who doesn’t seem to know what to think of all this.
Devin: Here you go, Champ, nothing but the best from the Alpha Generation.
Hawk sticks the glass out to Desolation who stares it down for a second and then shrugs his shoulders, snatching it from his hand.
Ryan: Just thank, you’ll get more of the star treatment when you join with us tonight.
Desolation tilts his head before he turns and busts the glass on a crate at his side. He reaches up and grabs the front of Devin’s shirt, pulling his forward and holding the jagged, sharp edge of the glass under Hawk’s throat. Devin is frozen for a response.
Desolation: Take your God damn hands off of me right now.
Ryan steps back with his palms held out in front of him.
Desolation: If I wanted to be groped I’d take a tour of the white house while Clinton was still president.
The Dark Man turns towards Devin, glaring into his eyes. The longest, sharpest tip of the broken glass pokes Devin’s throat.
Desolation: Did your little Prophet send you back here, huh?
Devin: No, no, we did this all on our own, for you Desolation! For you!
Desolation: Is that right?
Desolation shoves Devin backwards, hard spine first into the wall before holding up the glass and squeezing it till it busts in the palm of his hand. All the while he doesn’t take his eyes off the co-holder of the tag team titles.
Desolation: Tell Hurse, I won’t be bought off, he’ll get my answer later tonight.
And what answer is that going to be!?!
The Dark Man turns quickly while Orlando Cruze storms forward, Kloe at his side, her arms wrapped around his massive bicep. Both of them glare at the Dark Man with repulsion prominent on their features. Desolation turns towards them with a smug smile on his face though, readjusting the title so its more visible to Cruze. The Alpha Gen members just hang back, not getting in the way of this.
Desolation: Well, well, Cruze, I am certainly surprised to see that you actually do possess a back bone. Because it would take a man with an incredible set of testicles to come marching up on me like this after he took a steel chair to my head last week. I’m sure Kloe is well aware of your testicular endowment, aren’t you sweety?
The Dark Man reaches out for a lock of Kloe’s hair before she cowers behind Cruze. The Icon pushes her behind his back lightly, getting between the World Champion and his woman.
Orlando: You don’t dare put your hands on her.
Desolation chuckles to himself.
Desolation: Somebodies got to.
Orlando raises his finger and begins to shake it in front of Desolation’s features.
Cruze: You back stabbing son of a bitch. If I didn’t have a steel cage match tonight, I’d....
Desolation: Do what!?!
The Icon is forced to bend over backwards as Desolation steps up right in front of his face. The smile is gone and replaced with intensity.
Desolation: You’d just stand here, pissing and moaning like you always do. The fact of the matter is, that cage match is the only thing saving you from getting your face shattered with a curb stomp right now. Because as much as I’d enjoy the sound of your skull breaking through and ripping a gash in your brain, I’d much rather sit back and be entertained as someone else does it for me. That’s not to say it still won’t happen though, Cruze. Because if you do win this match by some freak occurrence, then I’ll gladly do what Too Magnificent couldn’t, inside the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia IV.
Orlando remains bent over backwards with Kloe peaking over his shoulder at the intense World Champion.
Desolation: You need to ask yourself something Cruze. Former Weapon’s Lair winner, or not. If its worth the possibility of walking out of Paranoia world champion, knowing that you’ll have to step into the Lair with me.
Desolation’s upper lip quivers while a bulge forms in Orlando’s throat. With that though, Desolation steps back and forces a smile.
Desolation: But sit back if your still conscious tonight, and watch just like everyone else has to, as I make my decision in the Golden Ballroom. Kloe, a pleasure as always, more for you than me no doubt.
The World Champion steps around a frozen Orlando, who’s head clearly is filled with thought, rethinking his options. He turns with Kloe to watch Desolation march off. In the background Mills and Hawk are chuckling to themselves as they think about what Desolation might do to Cruze in the Weapon’s Lair, should he make it there in the first place.
ROBIN BROOKS VS. DENILE PARTIS
“Rumor” by Lindsey Lohan hits the PA system, causing the crowd to pop loudly, everyone standing, joining in their support for the ULW’s very own Black Widow. Through the curtains strides Robin Brooks, standing on the stage with pyros exploding on opposite sides of her lovely figure. She does a few kicks and jabs before rushing towards the ring, the crowd still on their feet. Robin takes a second to reach for her lower back, still in pain after the back breaker from Creed last week. She slides into the squared circle then jumps to their feet, fingers extended and aimed at the screaming fans. There seems to be a dreary glint in her eyes though, one of almost hopelessness after all that has transpired the past few weeks.
Dan: Desolation laying down the law in the back, but one person who’s definitely got to get control of her life is Robin Brooks. She’s been caught in the middle of a lot lately.
Mayne: She brought it all on herself, Dan, all on herself.
Douglas: How do you reason that?
Billy: Because I want to. This is America, we have freedom of speech here.
Dan: Actually, this is England.
Robin continues to do punches and kicks, getting herself ready for the physicality that lies ahead when the lights start to flicker, in conjunction with the entrance music “We’re All in this Together” by nine inch nails. Through the curtains strides Denile Partis with a confused expression on his face. However, gripped under one arm is a giant heart shaped box with a big ribbon placed over it, reading, “I’m sorry Robin.” In his other hand is a collection of roses all bundled together.
Dan: Oh come on now, what is this? Is this a shameful attempt on behalf of Hurse to apologize to Robin Brooks?
Mayne: This must have been what Hurse was wanting Denile Partis to do backstage when he was barking out orders.
Denile continues to look lost while moving towards the ring and rolling under the ropes, the lights in the arena still flickering. Robin leans back first against the cables, glaring at Partis who holds out of the flowers and the chocolates.
Denile: These are from Steve.....
Robin kicks the box out of Denile’s hand and now chops him hard across the sternum. The fans screaming as Partis is knocked backwards, Brooks chopping him again to his chest with a stiff, knife edge shot. Both of Denile’s arms flail while the roses spill from his grip, a furious Brooks connecting with a third, brutal knife edge to his sternum. A shocked and bewildered Partis is knocked spine first into the cables before Robin grabs him by the wrist and whips him off across the ring. Denile turns and reverses it though, instead sending Brooks off into the cables. Robin hits them spine first and comes back in when Partis drops down to his gut. The Black Widow hops over him and rushes into the opposite cables. She bounces off and comes back in when Denile stands up and bends forward. Robin leap frogs him though, before Partis rushes forward into the cables behind her. He bounces off and comes back in when Robin turns and springs into the air, connecting with a brutal dropkick directly to Partis’ face. The impact causes Denile to flip over backwards, crashing across his shoulders and the back of his skull. The crowd is putting their hands together throughout the process while Partis rolls across the ring and to the outside of it, spilling under the ropes to the mats. He backs up with a very confused expression on his face, not sure of what needs to be done here. But Robin grabs the top rope and pulls herself over it, before turning, she lands on top of Denile’s shoulders on the outside of the ring. The crowd erupts as she drops back into a huge hurricarana. Partis is flipped onto his back, crashing hard across the mats before rolling onto his knees.
Dan: Robin just owning Denile Partis right now, who didn’t seem like he was even coming out here for a fight. She’s exacting revenge for all that’s happened the past few weeks, and she will not accept any apologies for the man she blames for her woes in Hurse.
Mayne: What a vindictive bitch.
Partis tries to get to his feet, scrambling to reach them with his hands over the back of his head before Brooks steps in and kicks him to the thigh. Partis hops on one foot before the Black Widow hits another kick to the opposite thigh. Denile begins to hop in place again after this second strike before Robin takes him by the wrist and whips him across the mats towards the steel barricade. Partis reverses another of Robin’s Irish whip attempts, instead sending Brooks at the barricade. Right before she hits them though she jumps into the air, soaring over it and landing with the grace of a cat on the other side. Partis comes rushing in when Robin turns and drives her forearm into Partis’ jaw over the barricade. The impact staggers Denile before Robin jumps on top of the barricade, balancing herself about to take flight until Denile rushes forward and jumps into the air. He dropkicks Brook’s shin, knocking her legs off the barricade, causing her to land ribs first right on top of it. The crowd groans what they just witnessed, Brooks doubled over the barricade, reaching for her ribs. She is unable to pull herself back before Denile steps in, grabbing her around the head then steps backwards. Both of Robin’s feet are placed over the barricade with her head trapped in a front gantry, causing her body to be elevated over the mats before Partis drops back into a DDT. Another groan can be heard from the crowd at the sight of Robin’s skull connecting with the hard mats, the impact causing her to roll onto her back, motionless. Denile lies on the mats as well, taking a breather.
Dan: A DDT onto the mats by Partis! You talk about disturbing.
Mayne: Robin should have took her chocolates and roses and bygones be bygones, but she’s got to get her scorn on someone, now she’s paying.
Robin wraps her hands around her head, kicking both of her feet in pain while Denile gets to a standing base, rolling under the ropes to the inside. The official steps towards the cables, starting a ten count on the prone, motionless Robin. Denile blows her off in the ring, waving his arms in her direction before falling onto his seat, catching his breath. Robin isn’t moving while the official continues to make his count.
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Robin finally begins to stir, rolling onto her side while trying to force herself up to her feet. Although her knees are weak and wobbly, she starts to force them beneath her.
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Robin is all the way to her feet now, the crowd cheering her on while she turns towards the ring, staggering in its direction. Suddenly Partis rushes at the cables though and grabs the top one before flipping sideways over it. He goes into a corkscrew crossbody right on top of Robin, taking them both down hard to the mats. The fans start to vocalize their anger while Denile sits up on the mats, taking deep breaths. The official is forced to restart his count while X-Class pioneer, Partis gets to his feet and drops a quick elbow to the prone Robin. He turns onto his knees, grabbing her by the hair before rolling her over into a front gantry. Partis gets to his feet and then snaps over backwards, suplexing Brooks hard across the mats. The impact is vile but Denile is done. He turns onto his knees, allowing his fingers to slip into Robin’s hair before dragging her head between his knees. Denile wraps his arms around her waist before lifting her into the air then powerbombing her violently back first into the mats. The impact causes Robin to arch her spine and yell out in pain before Partis turns back towards the ring. He rolls again into the squared circle, getting to his elbows before motioning for the referee to start his count. Official Wright steps towards the ropes, commencing with another ten count to disqualify Robin.
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Robin somehow starts to stir once more, even after both brutal impacts against he mats. A shocked Denile watches on from the inside of the ring, sticking his head through the ropes, imploring her to stay down already.
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To the disbelief of many, Robin is back to her feet, doubled over in pain however.
Dan: Somehow Robin is back on her feet, and even though it seems that Denile wants her to be counted out, it just won’t be.
Mayne: I don’t know what Partis is thinking. He doesn’t seem to want to hurt Robin, I can only assume by request of Hurse, yet he’s suplexing, DDTing, and powerbombing her on those thin protective mats. His logic is just bewildering the hell out of me, and I’m not one who’s easily confused. Unless we’re talking about Patrick Duffy’s return to the show Dallas.
Denile slaps his head and yells at Robin to throw in the towel, but Brooks is too pumped up on estrogen or God only knows what else. She gets both of her feet beneath her, back still arched while turning towards the ring before Denile stands up, grabbing the top rope. He pulls himself over into a crossbody at Robin who rolls into the ring to avoid it. Partis changes things up, landing on the mats feet first instead before turning towards the ring where Brooks has rushed into the opposite cables. She comes back in and jumps over the top rope, flipping forward before connecting with the senton pancha straight into Denile’s sternum, taking both competitors down hard to the mats. The crowd is putting their hands together at the sight of another high flying move performed in this match between two X-Class performers. Robin rolls to her knees while Denile tries to do the same. Although Brooks’ back is killing her she’s the first to her feet, stepping towards a kneeling Partis, who she slugs to the face. Partis is almost taken off his knee before Robin slaps him to the cheek hard with an open palm strike. Denile stands with a dazed glint in his eyes, staggering towards the apron before turning towards Brooks who rushes in with a full head of steam. Partis bends forward, placing his hands to Robin’s gut and shoving her up into a back drop almost. Robin does a headstand on the apron though and then falls forward, catching Denile around the neck before pulling him down head first into the thin mats. The crowd again erupts at the sight of another devastating move hit by a game Robin Brooks.
Partis rolls across the mats, holding the top of his skull which might have been cracked by that impact before Robin grabs him around the neck and drags him to his feet. She turns him towards the ring before rolling him into the squared circle. Denile ends up on his hands and knees in the squared circle while the Black Widow hops onto the apron, waiting for Partis to reach his feet. Denile begins to do so while doubled over before Robin flips over the top rope, landing legs first on his shoulders only for Partis to drop into a sit-out powerbomb, the crowd groaning the impact. He leans forward with his shoulders pressed to the back of her thighs.
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Robin gets her shoulder off the canvas, turning sideways as Denile holds onto the legs, rolling with her. He ends up standing while straddling her back and sitting down upon it, holding her in a double Boston Leg crab. Robin screams out in anguish throughout this hold, trying to free herself from this tough submission while the fans slap the barricades, growing in support for her. The official steps in, asking rather or not she wishes to submit only for Robin to scream “no,” still trying to find a quick method of escaping this hold. She suddenly ducks her head forward, placing the back of her cranium to the canvas and forcing Denile to step backwards over top her body. This allows Robin to be laying on the back of her shoulders in front of Partis, who is bent forward, still holding her legs. Robin turns from side to side, trying to free her legs before Partis braces himself and falls backwards. He catapults Robin into the air, causing her to strike the top rope sternum first before bouncing off and falling backwards, straight spine first on top of both Partis’ elevated knees. Robin hits them hard and now is sprawled out over both knees before Denile rolls to his side, pulling Brooks over onto her chest and stomach. He steps over her back and hunkers down, locking in the liontamer again. Robin presses herself up onto her elbows, yelling out in anguish over this tough submission that she’s found herself in.
Mayne: Denile showcasing what brought him to this level of the game, Dan.
Dan: I’m not sure Denile’s even aware what game he’s playing.
Billy: Well, nevertheless, Partis has found several ways to keep Robin grounded, and she is still incapable of escaping this liontamer.
Many members of the crowd are standing, throwing their support behind Robin, chanting her name while Denile sits down a little further on her lower back. The cringe on her face tells the story of the pain that is flowing through her spinal column while she pushes herself up onto her knees, glaring straight at the cables in front of her. They seem miles away while she buries the points of her elbows into the ring, scraping and clawing across it in their direction. Partis sits down even further on her back, so that his posterior is almost planted on the back of her elbows, but Robin will not stop moving towards the cables, trying to escape this hold. Robin screams out again before turning her body suddenly and grabbing Denile around the ankle. She begins to pull up on it, almost tripping Partis over forward before he is forced to break the liontamer. He switches around out of it to face the same direction as Robin, grabbing her around the jaw though and pulling her head up, both her arms going over top his knees. He now has her locked in the camel clutch, resulting in an even more negative reaction from the crowd. Partis really rears back on Robin’s neck, while sitting deeply on her spine, trying to force that submission to the best of his abilities.
Mayne: What did I tell you, Dan, Denile showing some tremendous technical wrestling talent out there....
Robin scoots backwards across her knees, pulling her head free and under the posterior of Partis. She gets right behind his back before standing up and stepping forward for a big karate kick to the back of his knee. Denile falls over backwards though and shoots his legs into the air, avoiding the kick while causing Robin to turn her spine towards his side. Partis reaches up, grabbing the back of her tights and pulling her over backwards, rolling her up into the school boy. He quickly stands though, grabbing her legs while once again trying to turn her over into the liontamer. The crowd screams at the sight of this before Robin pulls her legs free by swinging her body sideways drastically. She gets to her hands and knees when Partis steps forward, straddling her back while reaching for her jaw. He’s going for the camel clutch again but Robin ducks down, sliding between his legs once more. She stands up and steps forward before kicking him hard to the back of the knee. The impact causes Partis to spill onto his back before Robin turns her spine towards him and jumps into the air. She turns into a standing corkscrew moonsault right on top of Partis, immediately hooking his leg upon impact with the fans standing, screaming in disbelief.
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Dan: Both athletes countering one another’s aerial moves in what has been a great high flying battle thus far.
Mayne: What a night of wrestling this has already been.
Robin gets to her feet, turning towards Denile before she rushes forward, springing into the air. She goes into a standing shooting star press straight at Partis who rolls out of the way at the last second. Robin crashes into the canvas chest and stomach first, missing her finishing move while Denile gets to his feet utilizing the cables to do so. He is doubled over in pain still before he steps towards Robin, slapping on a front gantry while she was trying to get to her feet. Partis grabs the back of her pants, lifting her into the air for what looks like an implant DDT when Brooks turns her body and grabs him around the back of the head. Robin falls to the canvas, rolling Denile over into the small package.
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The crowd erupts into cheers at the sight of Robin picking up the win against Denile Partis. Denile sits up with a flabbergasted expression on his face, actually, it appears to be a well acted glare.
Douglas: Robin Brooks has picked up the win with the small package!
Mayne: Being around Nathan Creed all these months, I’m sure she’s use to small packages by now.
Dan: Can you get any more corny?
Denile continues to sit in the ring, flustered with sweat seeping down his exhausted frame. Robin rolls to the outside of the ring, holding a single red rose in her hand that she grabbed off the canvas. She is covered in sweat with a disillusioned glint in her eyes still. She doesn’t seem to know what to think of much of anything anymore while Susie Moore emerges from the backstage area, microphone in hand.
Dan: Well, after an intense back and forth match between Robin Brooks and Denile Partis, we understand that our own Susie Moore is going to try to get a word with the Black Widow.
Mayne: Hopefully Robin injects some of her poison into this ditzy commentator, couldn’t damage her brain afterall.
Robin is still smelling the rose while bending forward from exhaustion. Susie steps up to her side, kicking her hair out of her face while lifting the mic to her smiling lips.
Susie: Robin, great match just now, I think, I don’t know I was too busy trying to figure out how to make popcorn in the microwave to watch most of it, but that doesn’t matter. I just wanted to ask your feelings on what went down last week between you and Creed, and what you think of his rather unusual behavior tonight?
Robin stands up, sweating and breathing hard while she leans towards the microphone, which has now been raised towards her face. The Black Widow’s mouth opens for a response before she shakes her head, marching away, straight up the ramp. She doesn’t even look back at the befuddled Susie.
Mayne: Well, so much for that.
Dan: Robin too worked up to give her thoughts, which is understandable under the circumstances.
Billy: Yeah, her Aunt Flow is probably in town.
Douglas: That is not what I meant at all.
Robin tosses the rose down to the ramp while continuing to march up it, not even paying attention to her screaming, loyal fans.
FORGIVENESS AND FORGETFULNESS
Hahahaha.
The demonic laughter bounces from the walls and echoes throughout a very shadowy, dimly lit corridor. The mere traces of light that seep into the hall illuminate a shaky microphone that sticks out in front of the camera. Apprehensively, Michelle Blacker emerges from behind the lens, a very tense look on her face.
Michelle: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Michelle Blacker, your, uhhhh, backstage correspondent. I’m hoping to get a follow up interview with Riggs, concerning the tag team match tonight, and his thoughts on it becoming official that he will square off with Saul at Paranoia IV. All we have to do now is find him.
Hahaha, find me you shall.
Michelle grimaces in terror while the chilling voice echoes through the corridor. She steps forward a little further with her microphone stuck out into the shadows, slowly passing a collection of crates at her side. Suddenly a bright light comes into focus on the opposite side of the crates, a candle being sparked. Michelle hops back in fear as the light from the candle brings Riggs’ painted face into the camera’s shot. He stares up with shadowy, dark eyes, which focus immediately on Michelle. He is seated Indian style on the floor, examining the melting wax which runs down and singes his fingers, as if he cares.
Riggs: Hello again, Michelle. I see like a true blood hound you’ve been able to track me down again, how unfortunate for you. Please, have a seat.
Riggs offers up the barren space on the ground beside him for Michelle. Cautiously she kneels down beside him, Riggs tilting and turning his head to examine the flame from the candle, even sticking his palm over top the fire.
Riggs: Don’t worry Michelle, last week was merely a means to put your fears to rest, by creating even greater terrors, hahaha.
Blacker: Uhhh, okay. Riggs, I just came back here to ask you about your thoughts on the upcoming no DQ tag match tonight. How is it going to feel....
Riggs: To team with my opponent at Paranoia?
Michelle fearfully nods and keeps the microphone extended out towards Riggs. He doesn’t even bring himself to stare at her, too enticed by the candle’s flame.
Riggs: Your wondering if I should be worried, if I should be growing eyes in the back of my head? Well, to put your concerns to rest, no, I’m not fearful whatsoever over the prospect of this match. What occurs after Saul and I, rip the Hell’s Angels to pieces, is quite a contradictory story though. I know Saul can be trusted throughout this match, for you see, even though he’s an animal, he’s one that can be easily trained. He’s the type that when faced with a mission, will do anything to succeed, including acting outside the jurisdiction of reality.
Michelle brings the mic back to her lips, her hand still shaking.
Michelle: So do you think you’ll be able to coexist with him tonight?
Riggs still doesn’t even glance at her, just keeps observing the flame.
Riggs: Oh, we’ll co-exist long enough to get done what needs to be done. But I know afterwards, our partnership will quickly deteriorate.
And that’s exactly why you need someone watching your back....
From the shadows emerges Jackson Adams, strolling from the other end of the corridor. The Submission title is thrown over his shoulder while he kneels down besides Riggs, still sporting the bruises of the chair shots he received last week at the conclusion of the main event. Michelle seems stunned that he’s there.
Riggs: Save your breath Adams, for I have no desire of helping you in your crusade for revenge.
Jackson: That’s exactly the problem around here, and that’s exactly why guys like you aren’t going to last very long in the ULW. You think your indestructible, that no one can stop you. You think if you fly under the radar long enough nobodies going to notice you. But you fail to understand that guys like the Alpha Generation aren’t going to be content hounding people like me forever. Sooner or later, once you want to rise from the shadows and climb the proverbial ladder, who do you think is going to be sitting at the top waiting to knock you right back down? That’s right, the Alpha Generation. But if I can get together an army now to stop them, you won’t have to worry about them in the future. All you have to do is join me, Riggs.
The gothic, darkly clad individual unleashes another sinister chuckle while running his palm over the flame, one that doesn’t sit too well with Adams.
Riggs: How humorous it is to see how far the mighty have fallen. Before, a man of your former power and glory, wouldn’t dare spend his time associating with me. You had it all Adams, and it was stripped away from you. Now you come crawling on your knees to anyone who will listen, hoping you can be forgiven for your prior deeds. Hoping to find someone who will forget about your checkered past long enough to team with you. Well, I’m afraid there is no true forgiveness, and the world tends not to forget. Your wasting your time Adams.
Jackson turns away from Riggs and takes a deep breath, realizing he’s running out of options, out of people he can team up with to help bring down his former group.
Jackson: Well, good luck out there at least.
Adams rises and begins to march off, leaving a crouched Michelle and a snickering Riggs.
Riggs: What a fool, he still believes in luck.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
GOLD, GOLD EVERYWHERE
A golden square of fabric takes up the forefront of the camera, clutched by a rather irritated, nauseated stagehand. She patiently listens to the overly anxious voice of Too Magnificent, who towers above her, ranting about the fabric. Behind her back, several stagehands quickly run back and forth, carrying with them items encased in gold.
Too Magnificent: Look at this, just look at it. This is not gold, this is barely even yellow. I wouldn’t even wipe my ass with this.
Too Magnificent takes the fabric out of her hand and spits on it before hurling it to the floor below. He turns with menacing eyes towards the young woman, who pulls a clipboard up in front of her chest for protection.
Too Magnificent: Do you think guys like Montel Williams, or Geraldo are surrounded by this level of incompetence? Hell, I bet Jerry Springer has more competent assistants then I do.
Female Assistant: Well, we’re doing the best we can Too Magnificent, on such short notice.
Too Magnificent opens his palm and closes it, his fingers inches from her face.
Too Magnificent: I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. Do you have any idea how big this night is for me? Not only am I hosting the biggest Golden Ballroom in ULW history, but I’m also awarded the opportunity to officially crush Cruze’s dreams inside of a steel cage tonight. I don’t need anyone ruining my moment. So when I demand perfection, you better damn well give it to me. Does that compute?
The defeated young woman lowers her head and sadly nods it.
Too Magnificent: Good, now get gone.
She turns and walks off slowly while Too Magnificent sighs and stares towards the pure white ceiling.
Too Magnificent: What else can possibly go wrong tonight...?
Too Mag, babe, what’s up?
The Sadistic Host of the Golden Ballroom closes his eyes and rubs at the flesh between them while into the camera’s frame saunters a confident John Torretto. He’s not joined by his usual entourage, instead all he brings with him is a small black sack. Once he reaches Too Mag’s side he pulls a pear of expensive shades off the top of his nose and hangs them in the collar of his shirt.
Too Magnificent: I just had to ask didn’t I?
Too Mag keeps looking at the ceiling before finally forcing himself to glare at Torretto.
Too Magnificent: What do you want John? I’m in no God damn mood to be throwing midgets around here.
John chuckles while placing his hand on Too Mag’s shoulder, calming the big lug down.
Torretto: Too Mag, sugar baby calm down, relax, take it easy. I know you got a lot riding on your shoulders tonight, but I have a way to solve all your problems, to ensure that you not only beat Cruze tonight, but that you get more opportunities to create historic moments right here in ULW.
Too Magnificent’s eyebrow raises.
Too Mag: I’m listening.
John: Good, that’s half the battle. Now what I have to offer is an exclusive membership, but not to be part of a club. It’s to join a family. You see, unlike the Alpha Generation which uses your talent and gives you nothing back, Knight1 will offer you incentives for victory. We’ll respect and admire your work, like a family. Unlike the Alpha Generation, your indispensable to us, nobody is when your part of the family.
John places his arm around Too Mag’s neck, dragging down on it a bit.
Torretto: Just think, if you get away from the Alpha Generation, you’ll have a whole world of possibilities open up to you. You won’t be held down. I mean, imagine the headlines, “Too Magnificent wins the World Heavyweight title.” Doesn’t that just sound perfect? And to prove how much we’d enjoy having you on board Knight1, the type of benefits that only we can offer. I brought you a little present.
Torretto holds out the bag to Too Magnificent while the big man looks hesitant to take it.
John: Go on, its not an explosive, or someone’s head, unlike last time. Come on, you’ll love it, I went through a lot of work to get this for you.
Begrudgingly, Too Magnificent takes the sack and reaches inside before removing his Magnificent title, the very same belt that was stolen from him ages ago by Isaac Saine. Too Mag’s eyes follow the golden surface, as if the championship conjures up great memories for him. He seems almost speechless at the sight of it.
Too Magnificent: How did you get this?
The smile only grows wider on Torretto’s face.
Torretto: I paid your old pal, Isaac Saine a visit. He wasn’t too quick to hand it over, but he didn’t have much of a choice once I introduced him to one of the newest members of Knight1. The very same individual who be revealed later tonight. But that’s a different story, now that you have your belt, we gladly, and humbly welcome you to Knight1. Your first mission, is to take out Isaac Saine for all the misfortunes he’s cause....
Too Magnificent: Whoa, whoa....
Too Mag holds his palm up in front of Torretto, calling for him to fall silent for a second.
Too Magnificent: I never said anything about joining Knight1. Sure I appreciate you getting back my title for me, it means a lot, but I’m quite content with where I am right now. The Alpha Generation is my home, Torretto.
John doesn’t seem to like this revelation, pulling his head back and running his palm down his face.
John: I beg you to reconsider.
He forces a grin and sticks his open palms out towards Too Magnificent who just shrugs his shoulders.
Too Mag: I’m sorry, its just not going to happen. Thanks for the belt though.
Too Magnificent begins to turn to walk away when Torretto grabs his arm, forcing him to stay. An angry glint flows into Too Mag’s eyes as he stares down at the hand on his bicep.
Torretto: I don’t think you understand Too Magnificent. You don’t get anything for free from Knight1. And if your not with us, not to be cliche, but that most definitely means your against us.
Too Mag drags his arm out of Torretto’s grasp before bending forward, getting close to John’s face.
Too Magnificent: Then so be it.
Another chuckle escapes Torretto’s lips while he continues to shake his head lowered head.
John: I was afraid you’d say something like that.
Suddenly a golden chair cracks right over Too Magnificent’s back. The person who wielded it remaining off camera though as the sadistic one crashes to the concrete below. Torretto steps out of the way with a smug expression on his face, shaking his head sadly.
Torretto: It didn’t have to be this way Too Mag, it didn’t have to be this way.
With Too Mag kneeling and reaching for his back, Torretto snatches the Magnificent belt off the ground and marches away. He leaves a flustered, furious expression on Too Mag’s features, drool seeping from his mouth while his skin turns a bright red hue.
Female Assistant: Is this the right color?
The portly young woman thrusts a piece of clothe in front of Too Magnificent’s face. Unfortunately, it appears more lime green than golden. Too Mag’s eyes close slowly while he trembles in anger and foams at the mouth.
JACKSON ADAMS VS. HURSE ©
ULW SUBMISSION CHAMPIONSHIP
(The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system to a loud chorus of boos. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features as he holds the Submission belt over his shoulder. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is and how he is going to take the gold from Hurse for real. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal.)
Dan Douglas: Earlier on we saw Jackson Adams stealing the title away from Hurse and he is out here now with the belt. Jackson like many people now, is having ongoing issues with the Alpha Generation, once the leader of them, he is now out of the group completely when his opponent here Hurse took control.
Billy Mayne: And rightly so, the Alpha Generation need someone who can lead them forward, someone who is going to make them stronger.
Dan Douglas: Well Hurse didn’t believe that to be Jackson Adams and that’s the reason for this match here, Jackson was brutally attacked on Annihilation last time and now he is fighting for his retribution.
(The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Red laser lights begin to shine through the darkness, in rhythm to the opening tunes of Metallica's "Sad But True". The fans to begin booing quite viciously, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
As this word is screamed through the sound system, Sad But True begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. Everyone is infuriated, nay outraged by his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long red, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are screaming, vocalizing their pure hatred as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp and turns towards the curtains. Through them stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. Hurse shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd screaming with absolute disgust at the sight of him. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with, the pure negativity from the stands.)
Dan Douglas: And here is the ACTUAL Submission Champion looking to take back the belt Jackson Adams stole earlier in the show, but there is a lot of hatred coming from these men at the moment toward each other.
Billy Mayne: Do you blame Hurse for that? Jackson Adams has let the AG down, they could have been massive, but he held them back and now Hurse, the master of control is coming to its rescue!
Dan Douglas: I don’t think that’s quite true, but like those he has worked with in the past, AWOL, Kingdom, he has to be in change and Hurse is not the kind of man to play second bass anymore, so its an ego issue, that’s all Billy.
(The fans are already on there feet, watching this with intent as the two men just stand in opposite corners and glare at one another, both men understanding this is more likely going to be a brawl then anything else, they begin to limber up, both men loosening themselves for the war that is about to happen as they do they just begin to circle the ring and look for a weakness in there opponent, suddenly they lock up and instantly both men are pushing viciously back on one another and really trying to get the early upper hand but its Jackson Adams who slips up and Hurse just makes the most of the slightly loosened grip and breaks the lock up and pulls Adams down into a side headlock and just grinds the hold painfully on the former AG member, Jackson just grits his teeth at this before he runs Hurse backwards and into the ropes, he then throws him across the ring breaking the hold, but Hurse hits the ropes harder and comes back at Jackson quickly slamming him down to the mat shoulder to shoulder and dropping him hard on the canvas.
Hurse just looks down on him with an expression of smugness before running off the adjacent ropes, but Jackson rolls onto his chest and forces the Submission Champion to leap over him and continue into the next set of ropes, Jackson Adams then stands up and just steps aggressively toward Hurse as he comes back at him and just hooks him under the arm before throwing him with an impressive overhead arm drag that causes Hurse to land hard on the mat and instantly raises his hands to Jackson who seems to be ready to come at him with a clenched fist, the official however stands between them, letting them both get back to there feet slowly, Hurse just shakes himself loose again and the two men circle the ring once more, Jackson looking incredibly intense for this affair.
The two men just look each other up and down as they circle the ring before leaping at one another again into another collar-elbow tie up, but Jackson quickly takes the upper hand this time with a grinded in side headlock of his own but like before but roles the other way around, Hurse runs Jackson back into the ropes and across the ring, but Adams has momentum and takes Hurse down with a shoulder barge this time before running into the adjacent ropes himself, but Hurse rolls onto his chest and forces Adams to leap him and go into the ropes, however Hurse stands and Jackson comes back at him, but Hurse just leapfrogs him before touching back on the mat and rolling backwards on the mat, forcing his feet into the incoming stomach of Jackson Adams before flipping him forward onto the mat hard, Hurse just looks ready to pounce on Jackson, but like Hurse, Jackson rolls away and gets to one knee quickly, both men choosing to slow the match pace down again.
Again the two men just slowly circle the ring again, both looking prepared to really begin fighting now, the feel up process seemingly done with, they just prepare for the lock up and then lunge in, but Jackson reacts quickest and locks a side headlock on Hurse and grinds it in, but the master of control just runs him quickly into the ropes and throws him across the ring, Jackson hits the ropes opposite and comes back at him, but Hurse just grabs him and throws him with a hard hip toss before waiting for Jackson to stand back up, as he begins to get to his feet, Hurse grabs his head and swings him over with a headlock takeover and just holds him down on the mat with the headlock locked in hard.)
Dan Douglas: Some good movement by both men in this match, a real technical feel to it at the moment, but the question here is how long will this last, right now there is a cautiousness about both mens attacks and as you would expect, when it comes to mat wrestling, Hurse is holding the advantage here.
Billy Mayne: Very true Dan and this is how you would expect it to continue, Jackson Adams is not a mat wrestler, he prefers to cry in a corner until he sneak up on his opponent and that pretty much means he doesn’t stand a chance here.
Dan Douglas: That is hardly true Billy, Jackson is a very good talent in my opinion and should provide a fresh talent to this division that desperately needs something to happen in it.
(Jackson just grunts in pain and shakes his head angrily as the official asks him the mandatory questions, hearing them Jackson just rolls to his side and gets up onto his knees forcing Hurse to have to start getting up as well, he then stands to his feet forcing Hurse to do the same thing before quickly running him into the ropes again, Hurse hits them and comes back at Jackson who grabs him and goes for a hip toss of his own, but Hurse blocks it and jumps around him before going for a hip toss himself, but Jackson suddenly blocks it and rolls his body back to back with Hurse before hooking his other arm and going for a back slide that Hurse tries to blocks with all the strength he has, Jackson however just leans forward trying to get him over, but Hurse just lunges back in his direction allowing Jackson to use the momentum to roll over his back and land in front of him before grabbing him as he is leant over and just rolls him up with a small package to a huge eruption from the fans thinking there going to see a quick win against Hurse.
1…
2…
3…
NO! But so close by Jackson in the early going here!
Hurse just kicks out and rolls away from Jackson who rolls to the opposite corner, both men just stand up but the fans just cheer loudly as Jackson smiles and shows Hurse with his fingers slightly apart just how close that was, angrily Hurse just begins to circle the ring forcing Jackson to do the same, both men looking to build momentum.
Hurse and Jackson just lock up quickly again and lunge in, but Hurse is frustrated and angrily takes Jackson into side headlock before again taking him to the mat with the takeover into the submission, yanking on the neck, but Jackson is refusing to quit to such a simple hold and suddenly pushes Hurse back allowing him to break the hold but catching Hurse in a leg scissors around the head, Hurse just kicks out of it and both men just roll quickly back to there feet, but Jackson just grabs him quickly and to the cheers of the fans takes Hurse down with a side headlock takeover of his own!
Hurse just rolls to his side instantly making sure there is no pinfall attempts before lifting his legs to the head of Jackson Adams and breaking the hold but like Hurse moments ago, Jackson just nips out of it and both men quickly get back to there feet, but Hurse grabs Jackson in a standing side headlock this time, however Jackson just runs Hurse back into the ropes and throws him across the ring with pace, he lowers his head, but to early and Hurse slams a kick into his chest causing Jackson to yell out in pain, but Hurse reacts slowly and just lunges with a wild clothesline, but Jackson ducks it and turns to Hurse who has stumbled into the ropes, before running at him and hitting him with a huge clothesline of his own that takes Hurse violently over the ropes and to the outside of the ring, his body hitting the apron on his way down!
Hurse just grabs his back in pain as he lays on the outside, Jackson on the inside trying to get rid of any cobwebs the quick start to this match has given him, however as Hurse begins to stand on the outside he just runs off the far ropes and just charges at Hurse, leaping through the ropes and hitting a huge suicide dive on the champion taking the man down and causing a huge “Holy shit” chant all over the arena, Jackson just grabs Hurse again and stands him up before hitting a big European uppercut that stuns Hurse further, he then rushes the champion but Hurse sidesteps him and pushes him forward with momentum right into the steel post of the ring, Jackson just leans on it and rests himself, but a hurt and tired Hurse grabs him from behind and rolls him back into the ring, he then holds onto the apron and tries to get his breath back, the fans are just chanting “Lets go Jackson” over and over again in a very uncharacteristic support for the man, Hurse just sees him up to his hands and knees and climbs onto the apron before getting into the ring, Jackson is on his feet as well now and turns to Hurse who angrily just walks right up to him and pushes him back with abusive words coming from him as he does it.
Jackson just nods with a smile coming over his face before he pushes Hurse back but then locks in a side headlock, Hurse just reacts by running back into the ropes and throwing Jackson across the ring but this time it’s the champion who makes another clumsy mistake and ducks low allowing Jackson to slam a powerful boot into his face knocking him backwards into a stumble, Jackson then runs at him, but Hurse sees him coming and ducks low before lifting him up and over the ropes before he drops hard to the mats on the outside!
Hurse just walks back to the middle of the ring and shakes the cobwebs from his head, he then turns and runs at the ropes before sliding out of the ring next to the rising body of Jackson, he just grabs his hair and lifts him before rolling him back in the ring, the champion wanting to get the job done, Hurse rolls in after him, but Jackson is on his feet, Hurse stands and Jackson angrily just walks to him and shoves him hard, Hurse just shoves him back and the two men share some hard words before both going silent and just glaring at one another, suddenly Hurse lashes out with a hard right hand and another and another, but Jackson goes crazy back at him with a right hand of his own and another and another, Hurse fires off, Jackson, Hurse, Jackson, back and forth over and over again, but Jackson suddenly wildly throws a right allowing Hurse to duck it and come up behind him, Jackson turns to him but is met with a right hand to the head and another and another and another knocking him back into the ropes, he then throws him across the ring with an Irish whip into the ropes opposite, Jackson just hits them and comes back at Hurse who goes for a back elbow, but Jackson ducks it and hits the opposite ropes but Hurse turns and leaps high with a Lou Phesz press into some hard, stiff right hands on Jackson, he then stands up and just watches as Jackson crawls to the corner and stands up, he grabs Jackson by the arm and throws him across the ring into the opposite corner with real power before running off the ropes next to Jackson where he is stumbling from, he grabs Jackson as he comes up beside him and jumps in the air dropping him with a big bulldog, he then turns Jackson onto his back and goes for the cover,
1…
2…
No! Jackson Adams kicks out showing his heart and determination here.)
Dan Douglas: Great wrestling by both men here, Jackson Adams is really looking sharp, but Hurse has now stepped it up a gear and its up to Jackson to match it or lose this match
Billy Mayne: Hurse has more gears then Jackson Dan, this one is over already!
Dan Douglas: Jackson has done well to match the champion thus far and I don’t think Hurse or many of these fans expected this kind of talent by Jackson, if he can just give another 10% he will have this match and the title!
(Hurse just gets to his knees before shouting some angry words in the face of Jackson he then stands up and lifts Jackson to his feet, he slams a boot into the midsection of Jackson Adams, no, Jackson catches his foot and spins him around on the spot before going for a straight kick of his own, but Hurse grabs the boot now and spins Jackson around, however as Jackson’s boot touches the mat again, his other lifts off of it and hits a big spin heel kick on the stomach of the champion that knocks Hurse onto his knees as the air releases itself from his lungs however as drops, Jackson just throws himself at him hitting a huge kick to the chest that knocks Hurse back onto the mat and seems to give Jackson a new lease of life as he roars to the fans and just takes in the cheers of the arena, Hurse begins to slowly get back up and just stumbles around to Jackson Adams who suddenly locks him for the Spectacular Ending, the fans suddenly stand to there feet, but Hurse just slams an elbow into his head over and over again breaking the hold and causing Jackson to stumble in full circle before Hurse just kicks him in the gut and bends him forward before grabbing his head, he suddenly goes for a swinging Neck breaker but Jackson just swings through it and then kicks Hurse in the stomach now before placing him between his legs and hooking his arms, the fans are on there feet as Jackson just shouts out to the fans, but Hurse suddenly grabs his legs and tugs them from underneath him causing him to drop to the mat, Hurse then lifts his legs and just turns him impressively into the Legend Lock!!!!!
The fans are going nuts as Jackson Adams just shakes his head violently and screams in anguish and pain, he lifts himself up onto his arms and just tries to reach out to the ropes, but he is nowhere near them, Hurse suddenly yells in frustration and just tugs on his legs more and Jackson cries in pain, his face red with agony, suddenly he just taps on the mat and falls to the canvas, the official calling for the bell as Hurse picks up the win in a very hard fought battle for his Submission title.)
Dan: Hurse narrowling retains the Submission title in an incredible one on one match here tonight Billy.
Mayne: Thank God this is over, I didn't know who to be loyal to here.
The referee hands Hurse the Submission title, which he yanks out of the official's hands, pulling it close to his sternum. He falls to his knees then rolls across the canvas, hugging his title belt. Jackson pulls himself into the corner, appearing furious while he sinks his teeth into his lower lip, trembling with outrage as to what just occured.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
YOU DON’T DESERVE AN EXPLANATION
A loud mixture of boos and cheers coincide with the camera cutting to the Hell’s Angels. Demon and Wildcat are on their way to the ring, with Tim May strangely absent from their side for a change. They seem to be in the final stages of preparation for their match later in the evening. Wildcat has a rather bothered, fearsome expression on his face, while Demon is completely opposite his brother, chewing something while marching confidently.
Demon: I tell you what, I’m not worried about these two circus folk getting in our way. The Hell’s Angels aren’t going to be intimidated by a couple of guys in make up, no way!
Wildcat runs his hand down his face while shaking his head in dismay.
Wildcat: Would you stop it already? They’re going to be a little tougher to handle than you think.
Demon: Ha! Please. Do you think I’m scared, why should we be. We’ve beaten these guys two weeks in a row. We only have to kill these guys one more time before we get those tag title straps around our waists. Yay!
A rather peeved expression remains on Wildcat’s face though, not reassured in the slightest, especially by his brother’s denial. The big, confident smirk begins to fade from Demon’s face though when he stops thanks to an intrusion blocking his path. Wildcat moves quickly to his brother’s side, overlooking the individual before him. Nathan Creed storms into the camera’s frame, glancing all about with a twisted expression on his features, the X-Class title draped over his shoulder. He looks sweaty after the opening match tonight, which truly tested his vigor. A very disgruntled glint lies in his eyes while approaching both Hell’s Angels, Wildcat and Demon giving him a speculative stare as he stops before them.
Nathan: Oh, let me guess, you two want an explanation for what I did last week, huh?
The eyes of both men open widely and fill with confoundment while observing the edgy Mr. Creed before them. Nathan doesn’t seem patient enough for their minds to formulate a response, his iris’ shifting between both individuals rapidly.
Creed: Well if you want an explanation you’ll have to wait till I’m ready to give it dammit. Now get out of my way before I do to you, what I did to that two faced friend Robin last week.
With his upper teeth embedded into his lower gum the X-Class champion shoved his way between the Hell’s Angels, marching down the corridor. Once again Wildcat and Demon turn their bewildered attention to one another, eyebrow’s simultaneously raised.
Wildcat: What the hell was that all about?
Demon: I don’t know, crack?
Demon just shrugged his shoulders, as did Wildcat, neither man sure of what to think about what just transpired.
SIGN THE DOTTED LINE
The camera cuts to the ring where a desk has been set up with a contract placed on top of it. A red carpet is rolled out over the ring and two comfortable looking black leather chairs sit on opposite sides of the table. It now appears it is time for the contract signing for the clash of the titans, the battle of the century, Lethal Weapon vs. Johnny Kingdom. Standing beside the desk is none other than commentator, Billy Mayne, clutching a steel, silver briefcase in one hand and a microphone in the other.
Dan: Well, the oddness just never stops coming. Rather its backstage, or now in the ring. We’re ready for a huge contract signing, and as you can see my broadcast colleague Billy Mayne is in the ring, ready for the announcements.
Billy looks around smugly at the fans while keeping the microphone held to his lips.
Mayne: Yes ladies and gentlemen, don’t adjust your television sets, you are looking at the pure definition of perfection in Billy Mayne. I’m sure that throughout your lives you’ve never been faced with such a true clear picture of beauty as me, but that’s only because the majority of you people are what breathtaking individuals like myself and Johnny Kingdom, call normies, or fuglies. But the overall hideousness and deformities you people are forced to live with throughout your day to day lives is neither here nor there, because wealthy people like myself don’t care, and there are more important matters at hand. For you see, the time has come to sign the dotted line. I, Billy Mayne, will be acting as Mr. Kingdom’s council and shall oversee this contract signing for the match of the century, or decade, whatever makes it sound more important. So without further ado, please put together a mild response, for Lethal Weapon.....
Billy casts his briefcase out in the direction of the entry way the entire arena exploding into cheers as Lethal Weapon’s entrance music hits the PA system and causes the fans to jump out of their seats. Everyone is going nuts while through the curtains strides Lethal Weapon, triumphantly marching onto the stage and looking around with pure emotion in his eyes. He doesn’t seem to be able to believe the tremendous reaction he is getting from this sold out audience. All of them hoping up and down and buzzing with excitement for the well dressed Weapon.
Dan: Listen to this ovation for Lethal Weapon. I cannot remember a time when this man has gotten a bigger response.
Lethal slaps his fist over his chest and raises his hand into the air, getting an even bigger ovation before he charges at the ring, sliding under the ropes. He hops onto his feet and raises both arms into the air, causing the crowd to become even more exhilarated. Billy is holding out the briefcase and motioning for the fans to calm down.
Mayne: Now, now, people, calm down. Its just Lethal Weapon, chances are he’ll leave again in five minutes and we won’t see him for another couple of months. What all you people really need to do is celebrate the arriv....
The pumped Weapon snatches the microphone straight out of Billy’s hand before getting into his face. Maybe cowers in fear, trying to curl up his body while he steps in reverse towards a corner.
Weapon: No, I think your mistaken Billy, much as you always are. I’m not going anywhere until this contract is signed and I defeat Johnny Kingdom right here in the center of this ring!
A loud reaction commences from the fans at the sight of the intensity in Weapon’s eyes. Billy takes a deep gulp before the microphone is slammed into his chest by Lethal, who backs up, his cold eyes centering on the entry way.
Mayne: Okay, now that I’m done soiling myself, let me introduce someone who deserves your applaud.
Billy meekly glances at Lethal who mouths the words, “you want me to kill you don’t you?”
Billy: He’s the Team Leader, he’s the Career Killer, he’s the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in ULW history. He’s a true immortal, Johnny “the God” Kingdom!!
The fans react with utter disdain, their response for Johnny being that of complete disgust. “Wake Up” hits the PA system and through the curtains strolls a rather apathetic looking Johnny Kingdom. He doesn’t even appear well dressed for this contract signing, adorned in his casual, blue jeans, black t-shirt combo. Weapon glares at him very intensely while Kingdom yawns and moves towards the ring. He turns to stare at a fan in the front row before shewing him away and then continuing his casual trek.
Dan: Johnny Kingdom here, for the first time since the Rumble Bash where he and Lethal Weapon damn near tore one another apart. I have a feeling that homicidal urge in Weapon has only gotten stronger, especially after that ridiculous song Johnny sang last week.
Billy is in the ring clapping to the best of his abilities while Johnny hops onto the apron then slides through the ropes. He barely even glances at Weapon as he plants himself in the chair and kicks his legs up onto the desk, crossing his ankles while interlocking his fingers. He takes a quick glance at the watch around his waist while Weapon apprehensively approaches the table, sliding into the chair across from the Team Leader. Weapon’s cold eyes reflect the image of the apathetic Johnny Kingdom.
Mayne: Now gentlemen, I understand the contract has been drawn up, and is held right here in this silver briefcase under lock and key. So if you’ll give me a minute....
Billy places the case on the desk and unlocks it, pulling out the contract. All the while, neither Kingdom or Weapon can take their eyes off of one another. They just continue to into each other’s faces, Weapon appearing intense and Kingdom still looking as casual as ever. The contract is placed on the table in front of Weapon first.
Billy: Weapon, I believe that since you want to be the first person to do everything, that you’ll want to sign this contract first.
With a nod of his head Lethal doesn’t even take the time to read over the contract. He skims it briefly, flips through the pages and writes his name on the dotted line. As soon as he finishes he throws the contract over to Johnny Kingdom, who continues to lean back in his chair, relaxing and smirking snidely. Before Billy can say anything, Weapon reaches up and grabs the microphone out of his hand.
Lethal: Now its your turn, sign the contract and lets finish this once and for all at Paranoia you politicing son of a bitch!
A chuckle merely comes from Kingdom.
Dan: Some strong words from Weapon, it seems he’s ready and raring to go for Paranoia IV. His name is on the contract, now all Johnny has to do is sign to make it official.
Johnny peruses the contract, scanning it with his eyes before holding his hand out. Billy fishes a pen out of his pocket and graciously places it in Johnny’s palm before he goes to sign the contract. Suddenly he stops though, and looks up at Weapon with that same smirk on his face before he requests use of the microphone. An agitated Weapon throws it over at him, Johnny catching it before it can strike his features.
Douglas: What’s this? Johnny hesitating to sign the contract?
The Team Leader slowly leans forward, taking his feet off the desk and placing his elbow to the wooden surface. All the while he holds the contract in his hand and stares directly into Weapon’s flustered features.
Johnny: Lethal my friend, I’m afraid yet again you’ve rushed to forgone conclusions. You did something without checking your facts and making sure it was the right, justifiable move. In fact, you do that pretty much every time you produce a promo, or decide to get out of bed in the morning instead of killing yourself. But that’s besides the point. You see, you came here tonight expecting me to show up and sign this contract. Unfortunately for you, you were only half right. I came here tonight for one purpose, to stare you directly in the eyes and tell you that I will not be signing this contract, and I will not be facing you at Paranoia IV.
A loud collection of boos drowns out all other sounds while Kingdom throws down the contract and leans back, crossing his arms over his sternum for a second. Weapon runs his hand down his face and actually finds a smirk present on his features.
Dan: He’s not going to sign the contract!?!
Kingdom lifts the microphone to his mouth once again, briefly checking his watch though to see how much time this segment has taken out of his life.
Johnny: The reason I will not be signing this contract and facing you at Paranoia, is because the whole foray would be trivial. A match between the two of us would be pointless. I have absolutely nothing to prove to you Lethal Weapon, nothing at all. The two of us have already stood toe to toe in this ring and I’ve beaten you for the one, two, three. So what else is there to prove? Why would I disgrace my good name to face off against you when it does nothing for my record, or for my legacy? I understand ULW needs marquee matches, and marquee names to sell tickets to Paranoia IV, but I’m not going to come to their rescue yet again. I’m not a miracle worker. I can’t save an event with Orlando and Desolation in the main event. So if you expect me to soil my respectable name, then your sadly mistaken Weapon, for I will not be setting foot in the ring against you ever again.
That same smug smirk resides on his face while Johnny leans back in his chair and yawns again, stretching out. Weapon continues to smile coyly as well before Billy takes the microphone off the desk and stands behind Johnny’s seat for protection.
Mayne: That’s not all Lethal. Because as acting council for Johnny Kingdom, I’ve been instructed to set in motion a lawsuit against you Lethal.
Billy points straight at Weapon, who’s eyebrows raise, feigning surprise, or as if he cares.
Billy: That’s right, Johnny has heard you running your mouth on national television. He’s heard you insulting him and running his good respectable name through the mud. Therefore, on the behalf of Kingdom, I’ve filed a defamation of character lawsuit against you Weapon. So have fun being in court, instead of in a ring at Paranoia IV!
The entire arena reacts with disgust over this statement, this call for a lawsuit against Weapon. Johnny nods his head with a raised eyebrow, putting on a sly half smirk.
Dan: Oh this is bullshit. Not only is Kingdom not going to sign the contract, but he’s going to sue Lethal for defamation of character. Unbelievable.
Weapon requests the microphone as Billy stares at Kingdom for a second. Johnny nods, insinuating that its okay. Therefore Maybe pitches the mic to Weapon who grabs it off the table and raises it to his lips slowly.
Lethal: Respectable name? That’s laughable.
The crowd cheers at the sound of this while Kingdom rolls his eyes.
Weapon: But I’m not going to go on a verbal tirade right now, that’s pointless, and you’d fail to get the point Kingdom. You can go ahead and sue me. You can go ahead and claim you won’t face me at Paranoia. But I’ve just got one little thing to say to you in response. So here’s my rebuttal.
Lethal lowers the mic for a second and begins to raise it back towards his lips before he grabs the desk and flips it over sideways. Before Kingdom can even stand up out of his chair, Lethal rushes forward and Golden Bullet Spears him straight to the ribs. Johnny and the chair flip over backwards with the crowd going insane, everyone putting their hands together. Billy dived out of the ring in the nick of time and now reaches inside, grabbing Johnny by the wrist. Weapon is on top of him, slugging him in the face repeatedly. Billy drags Kingdom out of the ring though as the Team Leader drops onto the mats, doubled over and clutching at his ribs in pain. Yet he demands a microphone is brought to him.
Dan: Yes! Lethal just speared Kingdom’s ass right out of his boots. That was brilliant, absolutely brilliant.
Johnny back peddles up the ramp as a microphone is handed to him by the ring announcer. Drool seeps from the crack of his mouth while he remains doubled over, Billy patting him on the back and trying to keep him up right. Lethal grabs the contract off the canvas and throws it to the outside of the ring. Mayne grabs it and places it inside the briefcase again, locking it up while Johnny begins to shout into the microphone.
Johnny: Thanks Lethal! Because now I have an assault charge to add to my lawsuit against you.
A chuckle comes from Kingdom through the microphone before he tosses it down, still covering his battered ribs while he marches in reverse up the ramp. Billy joins him with the briefcase in hand still. Weapon grabs his tie and rips it off while glaring straight at Johnny with fury in his eyes. Neither man can remove their eyes from one another now, their features contorted with intensity.
Dan: Certainly a surprising turn of events here in this contract signing. Johnny Kingdom refusing to put his name on the dotted line and Lethal Weapon letting him know that rather he accepts this match or not, he’s out to make the Team Leader’s life a living hell.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE HELLS ANGELS VS. SAUL & RIGGS
The show returns to a live telecast where the fans are on their feet, still reeling over what just transpired between Johnny Kingdom and Lethal Weapon.
Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to what has been an out of control night building into Paranoia IV.
Mayne: Indeed, and I just want to think Johnny for allowing me to represent him in the ring tonight against that neanderthal Lethal Weapon. Anyway, we’ve got to get ourselves set for this big no DQ tag team brawl.
Dan: This should be absolutely vicious. The last two weeks in a row, the Hell’s Angels have scored DQ victories over both Saul and Riggs, thanks to Saul getting involved in Riggs’ match, and Riggs getting involved in Saul’s match. But there will be no disqualifications tonight, nothing is going to stop the brutality in this one Billy.
Mayne: I can’t wait.....what’s up with this, Dan?
The camera suddenly switches to the ramp as the ring crew brings out a table, carrying it towards the ring. Two other gentlemen stand behind them, carrying a kindo stick, a trash can and other weapons. Once they reach ringside they begin to set them up on the mats.
Billy: It looks like weapons are being brought out here for this no disqualification tag team match.
Dan: This doesn’t seem right? Who in their right mind would be adding to this level of violence?
Suddenly the camera switches backstage for a moment, revealing none other than Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk standing in front of a television monitor. They are located in the backstage corridors with the tag team title straps over their shoulders and wide grins on their faces while they stare into the images on the screen. Stagehands still bringing out the weapons to be used in this brawl.
Ryan: That should spice up this match a little, aye Devin?
Devin: Oh yeah, now we’re going to see how tough these hillbillies really are, hahahaha.
The tag team champions chuckle to themselves over this set up until Mills playfully smacks Devin’s title strap.
Mills: And then next week, we get to see how tough their manager is, when Ryan Mills goes one on one with Tim May.
Both men begin to chuckle hysterically before the camera shifts back to the ring, where weapons are still being set up.
Dan: Oh great, the Alpha Generation are the ones who sent these weapons out here to add to the brutality that shall be inflicted on the Hell’s Angels. And did I just hear Mills correctly? Did he just say he’s going one on one with former announcer, and Hell’s Angels manager, Tim May next week?
Mayne: Hahaha, they’ve certainly made this match much more interesting, and now I’m even more excited about the prospects of next week, hahaha.
The reaction from the fans is loud while Saul and Riggs stand across from one another, glaring into each other’s features suspiciously. There seems to be obvious resentment between both men, not sure if they will be able to trust the person thrust in the partner seat before them. The settled arena suddenly leap out of there seats to the sound of the loud and eruptious music of Black Label Socity and Ozzy Osbournes track "Stillborn", the guitar riffs just come thick and fast to the sound of the lyrics, moments later Demon steps out with a smile, the fans screaming abuse at the man as he just takes it in, extends his arms to his sides and looks to the heaven, Wildcat then walks out beside him in his wrestling gear, Tim May appearing the opposite side of Demon, the three men just head to the ring when Saul and Riggs rush up the ramp. Saul catches Demon under the jaw with an uppercut, knocking him onto his backside. Wildcat is clocked to the forehead by Riggs, who grabs him by the back of the head and forces him towards the ring.
Douglas: Wait a minute, this match getting started in a hurry! Saul and Riggs obviously want their hands on the Hell’s Angels after what has transpired over the past two weeks!
Mayne: Get those redneck sons of bitches. Teach them who’s boss.
Tim stands back, shocked, not knowing what to do while Riggs grabs Marcus’ face and grinds it across the top of the barricade. Hithers’ swings his arms in vain before he is pushed away from the barricade and turned to face Riggs, who connects with a hard European Uppercut. The strike knocks him down onto his back before he rolls towards the ring. The crowd is screaming while Saul grabs Demon around the head and delivers a stiff headbunt to his cranium. The impact causes Demon to spiral away from Saul, falling back first against the turnbuckle post though, leaning on it for support. Saul runs forward for a lariat when Demon ducks out of the way, causing his arm to smack the turnbuckle post hard. The impact causes Saul to turn around shaking his arm and backing towards the barricade while Demon steps in front of him, grinning as he tries to capitalize on the moment. He charges at Saul quickly only for the monster to reach down and catch him with a gorilla press, hoisting him high into the air. He turns him towards the fans and throws him over top of the barricade, straight into the front row. The crowd clears out of the way as Demon comes crashing down on top of their chairs, some of them breaking under the weight of his body.
Douglas: Oh man, this thing is getting brutal and brutal quickly. Demon was going to be sent crowd surfing, but it doesn’t seem like the fans are too quick to touch him.
Mayne: Do you blame them?
Demon rolls across the chairs, looking out of it while Riggs grabs Wildcat by the back of the head, dragging him towards the steel steps. He pulls his head back and slams him hard face first into the top of the steel, Marcus bouncing off and turning towards the ring. Riggs rolls him into the squared circle, sliding in himself and slapping his knee. He seems to be waiting for Marcus to stand up before he charges for and goes for the knee strike. Marcus stands up, avoiding it before he steps forward and wraps his arms around Riggs’ waist. He seems to be setting up for something before Riggs rushes forward at the cables, dragging Hithers with him. Riggs hits the top rope chest first and pushes off with his back, sending Marcus crashing spine first into the canvas and then rolling in reverse onto his knees. Riggs turns around and charges at the kneeling Wildcat, going for the shining wizard. Wildcat ducks it though, causing Riggs to land on his feet behind his back. Marcus turns and grabs Riggs by the back of the pants, rolling him over into a school boy pin.
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Riggs kicks out, dropping over onto his knees with Marcus standing up in front of him and grabbing him by the hair. He drags Riggs’ head between his legs, signaling for Angels Voice (Double Powerbomb). Saul enters the ring in front of Marcus though and charges forward with a brutal big boot straight to the face. The impact causes Marcus to flip over backwards and crash across the canvas on top the back of his head. Riggs stands up with his fists clinched as Saul turns to face him, both men glaring into one another’s eyes. The crowd slaps the barricades, just hoping that these two finally come to blows.
Mayne: Riggs and Saul standing face to face Dan, I told you these two couldn’t co-exist.
Demon slides into the ring behind Saul, holding a steel chair. He scoots up behind the giant on his knees and drives the top edge of the chair into the back of the monster’s knee, taking him off of his feet and down back first onto the canvas. Riggs turns to face Demon who stands up and throws the chair with all of his strength straight into the Hell’s Angels’ face. The steel crashes violently off of his skull and sends Riggs spilling onto his back with the crowd booing at the sight of this. Tim slaps the apron, hoping up and down with excitement, overwhelmed with energy over what he seeing.
Demon steps towards his brother and shouts for him to get up, Marcus shaking off the effects of that big boot and trying to rise to a standing base. Saul is utilizing the cables to stand up throughout the process while Demon barks out orders to his tag team partner, demanding Marcus help him take out the giant. Both men step towards Saul and grab both of his wrists, whipping him off across the ring. Saul hits the cables back first and comes charging in when both Hell’s Angels bend forward for a double back drop. Saul stops just short of them though and kicks Demon to the face, knocking him over in reverse while Hithers stands up straight. Saul rushes forward into a lariat only for Marcus to duck it and get behind his opponent’s back, waiting for the beast to spin around. The demonic giant turns towards him when Wildcat steps forward for the superkick. However, Saul catches him around the ankle, causing Marcus’ eyes to open wide with shock. Saul pushes his ankle down and sends Marcus into a spin before he turns to face his opposition and gets caught straight around the throat. The look of panic in Marcus’ eyes only gets wider as Saul sets up for the chokeslam. Just as he begins to lift him, Demon steps up behind Saul and blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow. The impact causes Saul to drop Marcus onto his feet, Wildcat looking relieved. He doesn’t take too long to celebrate his survival though before kicking Saul to the gut and placing him in a front gantry. He grunts and hoists Saul into the air, going for a brainbuster while Demon charges back first into the cables in front of them. They seem to be setting for that vicious brainbuster, knife edge chop combination.
Dan: Look at the strength of Wildcat to get Saul into the air for this brainbuster, chop combo!
Mayne: I hate when the Hell’s Angels do something impressive, it makes it harder to hate them. Not that I stop hating them, but it just makes it slightly harder.
Demon bounces off the cables while Wildcat unleashes a roar and lifts Saul into a brainbuster position, holding him upside down. Without warning though, Riggs rushes out of the corner in front of Demon and drops down into a quick spear straight to his opponent’s gut. Demon is sent crashing back first into the canvas with Riggs landing on his knees beside him. Somehow Saul floats over and lands on his feet behind Wildcat’s back, placing his hands to the spine of his opponent and shoving him forward straight at Riggs. The gothic newcomer lifts his leg into a spinning heel kick only for Wildcat to duck under it and continue into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in before Riggs turns and catches him with a drop toe hold. Wildcat is planted face first hard into the canvas, popping up onto his knees while Saul charges into the ropes at his side, bouncing off and jumping into the air. He comes down with a hard elbow drop to the back of Wildcat’s neck and then places him in a side headlock. He holds his face up, exposing it while Riggs stands and rushes into the cables in front of both men. He bounces off and comes back in before dropping down with a brutal basement dropkick to Marcus’ exposed features.
The crowd claps at the sight of the tag team combination from Saul and Riggs, who are working surprisingly well together as a tag team. Riggs turns and spots Demon standing up and charging in with a wild right hand. Riggs ducks it and places his arm across Demon’s sternum before pulling him down into a STO back breaker straight across his knee. Demon shouts in pain only for Riggs to keep him in this position, bent over top of his knee with Saul rushing into the cables at their side. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air, and extending his leg. The crowd screams as Saul drops it straight across Demon’s throat while he was still stretched over Riggs’ knee. The impact causes the Hell’s Angels member to flip over backwards and crash onto the canvas, the fans putting their hands together. Saul stands up in front of Riggs who is still bent forward, both men watching Demon rolling across the ring in pain. Suddenly a groggy Marcus charges up behind Riggs and catches him around the neck, rushing him forward for a bulldog and at the same time getting his boot up straight into Saul’s face. The big boot sounds lethal throughout the arena and sends Saul staggering backwards into the cables, which he spills through. Wildcat jumps forward and plants Riggs hard face first into the canvas with the bulldog throughout the process before sitting on the canvas, catching his breath.
Douglas: A nice move right there by Marcus Hithers, this match not even resembling any kind of tag team battle, it’s just a straight up brawl thus far.
Mayne: You should have known Dan that neither of these two teams would even remotely take it easy on one another going into this one. This isn’t going to be a technical, tag team match, and if you were expecting that then go into rehab, immediately.
Wildcat gets to his knees and shouts for something from Tim May now, pointing straight at the trash can left at ringside by the Alpha Generation. May snatches the can off the canvas and throws it over the ropes tot he inside of the ring. The flustered Wildcat catches it and turns towards Riggs who is just starting to get to his feet. With great speed Wildcat throws the trash can into Riggs hands, the intense newcomer catching it in front of his face before Marcus delivers a brutal superkick straight to the metal surface. The impact rams the can violently into Riggs’ face, causing him to crash onto his back with the crowd groaning. Marcus goes into a spin and then falls quickly into the cover, hooking the leg.
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Riggs kicks out at the last second, Wildcat rising to his knees and bitting his lower lip in a furious fashion. He stands up and puts three fingers up in front of the official’s face, demanding that he learn to count. Demon gets to his feet holding his throat before he motions for Wildcat to do something. Marcus nods his head and grabs the trash can he just used on Riggs, placing it to the canvas and then grabbing the hair of his gothic opposition. He drags Riggs up to his feet and hoists him into the air before allowing his legs to wrap around his waist, bending his opponent over backwards. The crowd is screaming as Demon gets to the top rope, both men looking as if they are setting for the old Death Sentence finisher. Demon jumps off and drops his leg across Riggs’ throat while Marcus releases his waist and causes Riggs to be slammed brutally back first into the trash can. Demon’s posterior hits it as well, causing him to flop up and down on the canvas. Wildcat grabs Riggs’ legs and flips over forward, landing back first on top of his opponent’s chest and holding him in a pinning predicament.
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The crowd screams when Saul enters the ring, holding a kindo stick in hand. He raises it above his head and slaps it violently over Marcus’ guy, causing him to go into convulsions and roll across the canvas. Marcus kicks both of his legs in pain from the impact while Demon stands up and turns towards the monster, he swings the cane with such force that it cracks into pieces around the Hell’s Angel’s head. Pieces of wood fly in all directions while Demon crashes onto his back, looking motionless. Saul doesn’t give him time to rest though, or care for his wounds, or even wake up at least. He drops down behind Demon and grabs him around the head, pulling it up and dragging back on his jaw before digging the broken handle of the cane into his forehead. Demon begins to yell out at the top of his lungs as the cane is rubbed back and forth across his flesh, the jagged edge ripping his skin to shreds. Both of Demon’s legs kick while he tries feebly to push Saul’s wrist away. The monster seems to be greatly enjoying himself as blood begins to trickle down Demon’s face from the area of his face that is being stabbed repeatedly and grinded against the sharpened point.
Mayne: And here comes the blood Dan. We knew it was coming after these weapons were brought to ringside by the Alpha Generation’s staff.
Dan: Saul looks like he’s right in his environment right now.
Saul raises the bludgeon object and begins to stab Demon’s forehead repeatedly now, really causing the blood to flow and for the crowd to start screaming. He doesn’t even notice Wildcat charging up in front of him though and delivering a brutal running knee strike directly to his face. The impact echoes throughout the arena and causes the crowd to groan whie Saul is knocked onto his back, Wildcat stumbling forward and falling into the ropes for support. In exhaustion Wildcat turns and spots Riggs charging in. As quick as his body will allow he bends forward and catches Riggs against his shoulders, standing up straight and back dropping his opponent high into the air. Riggs flips over the cables and crashes down to the mats hard across his back, having caught incredible air in the process. Riggs arches his back off the mats and roars at the top of his lungs from the anguish flowing through his body while Hithers turns towards Saul. Surprisingly, the monster is already getting to his feet, causing Marcus to have to step in and begin slugging him to the forehead with stiff right hands. The shots echo throughout the arena while Saul wavers on his knees, trying to keep from being taken down.
With his partner dishing out the punishment Demon crawls to the ropes and tries to pull himself up, blood absolutely gushing down his face now. The crowd seems a bit squeamish at the sight of all this crimson liquid flushing down the increasingly pale skin of Demon. Marcus connects with one more hard right hand to Saul’s face, almost taking him down before he rushes backwards into the cables to get a running straight. He bounces off and comes back in before Saul stands and turns, catching Marcus under his arm before jumping into the air. The crowd screams as Saul connects with a hard side slam them immediately rolls onto his knees, beginning to stand up. Demon charges into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming in before Saul reaches out, catching him around the waist. He swings around and plants Demon with the black hole slam, the fans unable to keep from going nuts. Saul rolls into the cover, hooking Wildcat’s leg throughout the process with the fans still on their feet.
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Wildcat dives across the ring and plants the point of his elbow into the side of Saul’s head. The impact causes Saul to roll away from him, rubbing his cranium in pain. Saul rolls to his knees and begins to stand up when Marcus charges forward into a roaring lariat. Saul ducks it and charges into the cables behind his back, bouncing off and coming back in. As soon as he does though, Marcus bends forward and catches him against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air and then driving him hard into the canvas with the spinebuster slam. The entire arena yells out in disbelief over the tremendous force of the impact, Saul’s body crashing into the canvas hard. Riggs stands up on the outside of the ring, holding his back and then grabbing one of the chairs left at ringside by the Alpha Generation crew. He pulls himself up onto the apron while Marcus crawls into the cover on the prone Saul, right in front of the cables Riggs is beyond.
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Riggs flips over the top rope with the chair stuck under his leg, dropping it directly across the back of Marcus’ head. The fans scream with disbelief over the impact, Hithers rolling across the canvas and gripping the back of his neck in pain. Riggs stands up with the chair in hand while Demon tries to pull himself up to his feet in front of him. Blood is just gushing from his skull before Riggs gets a good grasp on the chair and steps forward, swinging it violently at his skull. The chair connects and almost breaks over Demon’s head, the crowd covering their mouths and gasping while the Hell’s Angel’s members eyes roll to the back of his head. He tumbles over backwards with blood flying from his skull. Riggs throws down the chair and drops into the cover.
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Demon kicks out somehow, getting his shoulder up just in time.
Dan: The blood really flowing from Demon, he’s been busted wide open in this match and yet he was still able to kick out after that sickening chair shot.
Mayne: I don’t know how the Hell’s Angels expect to make it past this match into the tag team title shot at Paranoia IV. There’s no way they’re going to survive this thing.
Marcus steps in and begins to stomp Riggs to the back of the head repeatedly while he tried to get to his feet. Hithers grabs Riggs by the hair and pulls him to his feet before slugging him to the forehead, and then doing it again. The strikes almost knock Riggs down to the canvas before Hithers grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the turnbuckle. Riggs rushes at it and jumps into the air though, landing feet first on the top rope, preparing to moonsault over backwards before Marcus jumps onto the turnbuckle behind him. He places his hands to Riggs’ posterior and shoves him forward, the force sending him flying over the outside mats, crashing sternum first hard off the barricade. The fans react with disbelief over the violent collision, Riggs falling onto his spine, holding his sternum in horrid anguish. Marcus begins to drag himself up the turnbuckle, slowly getting to the top rope with the fans watching closely. Precariously he balances himself out with Riggs forcing himself up to his feet at ringside, holding his chest in pain before Marcus dives off the top turnbuckle, flipping over forward. He connects with a senton straight into Riggs, knocking both men over onto their backs with the crowd screaming. They seem to be shocked over the fact that a man of Wildcat’s size just went so high risk.
Inside of the ring, Demon is leaning with the side of his face against the second turnbuckle pad, blood mixing with sweat and melting off his face. He tries desperately to get to his feet, attempting to plant his legs beneath him to the best of his abilities. Saul is standing up across the ring in the opposite corner, still feeling the effects of that spinebuster he took from Marcus a few moments ago. With Demon standing in the corner, Saul bolts straight at him. Demon gets his foot up into Saul’s jaw though, the kick being particularly strong and causing the giant to stumble in reverse. After the kick Demon pulls himself up onto the second rope before Saul steps in and places his hands to his chest and stomach. Saul lifts Demon off the second cable into a gorilla press, stepping across the ring with the Hell’s Angels member held up high above his head. Demon is shaking his cranium with blood flying in all different directions from it before Tim jumps onto the apron in front of Saul. Strangely, Tim shouts straight at Saul and seems to be threatening the big man, distracting him long enough for Demon to slide off his hands. He lands behind Saul who rushes forward into the cables right at Tim. May jumps off in the nick of time while Saul bounces off the cables and comes back in at Demon who springs into the air and dropkicks Saul viciously to the face. The impact takes Saul off of his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas before the bloodied Demon scrambles into the cover.
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Saul gets his shoulder off the canvas defiantly, causing Demon to snap. The Hell’s Angels member gets to his knees and begins to slap the ring repeatedly with both hands, his face nothing but a crimson mask now. On the outside of the ring, Hithers kicks Riggs hard to the forehead, knocking him onto his back and then grabbing the table placed at ringside. He lifts it into the air and begins to set the wooden structure up at ringside before Demon shouts at him to get back into the ring.
Douglas: The Hell’s Angels still in control of this violent tag team match thus far.
Mayne: I don’t know how, especially with how this match got started, and the amount of blood that Demon has lost so far.
Demon slips through the cables and onto the apron while Marcus slides into the ring, looking just as sluggish as his tag team partner. With the table already set up at ringside, Marcus steps towards Saul and grabs him around the neck, rolling the goliath over onto his knees then pulling him to his feet. Saul looks to be having trouble standing before he is whipped across the ring into the cables. The big man bounces off and comes back in straight into a black hole slam from Marcus now who rolls quickly out of the way. Almost as soon as Saul is driven into the canvas, Demon comes off the top rope with a frog splash right on top of the demonic behemoth. A mixed reaction is heard from the crowd while Demon buries his forearm into Saul’s face, going for the pinfall.
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No! Saul gets his shoulder up again, the fans reacting with utter astonishment. Demon’s eyes are opened widely, unable to believe that the Hell’s Angels didn’t get the win. He stands up, glaring at the official through the blood that has submerged his face.
Demon: Can’t you count to three? Or are you English too retarded to count past two?
While shouting at official Ingelson, Saul sits up out of nowhere, a twisted expression on his malice features. The crowd screams at the sight of this before a frustrated Hithers steps up behind Saul and gives him a hard kick straight to the back of the head. Saul bends forward, reaching for his noggin while Marcus grabs him around the neck, rolling him onto his knees then dragging him to his feet. He pulls Saul’s head between his legs before pointing straight to the table at ringside. The fans start to scream when Marcus shows the surprising strength to hoist Saul up into the air and allow him to slide over his shoulders, placing him in a crucifix bomb position.
Douglas: Oh no, this is going to be brutal Billy!
Mayne: I can’t believe Marcus has got Saul up into a crucifix bomb position, about to put him through the table at ringside!
Marcus rushes forward with Riggs sliding into the ring in front of him. Suddenly Saul forces himself free and drops off of Wildcat’s shoulders, with Hithers continuing to run forward straight into a drop toe hold. Marcus lands throat first on the second rope with Riggs standing up and charging into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping the top and middle rope, swinging around then connecting with the Anarchy 99 (619). The impact causes Marcus to stand up and turn towards Saul who scoops him up into the air onto his shoulder. Demon finally turns around after he stops threatening the official. He charges straight at Saul and eats a big boot for his troubles, knocking him straight down to the canvas. Saul charges forward and delivers a high impact running powerslam, that plants Marcus’ body hard into the canvas. Tim is grabbing his hair at ringside, shaking his head and begging his precious Hell’s Angels to get up.
Saul stands, calling for the Wormwood to finish off a dazed Wildcat. He snatches Marcus up to his feet while Riggs steps towards the down Demon. He forces a struggling Demon to his feet and then hoists him up onto his shoulders, turning to face Saul’s back. He has him in position for the Hopskotch (Michinoku Driver II). Saul drags Wildcat’s head into position for the jumping inverted DDT. Just as both men are about to hit their finishers, Demon slides off Riggs’ shoulder and lands behind him, pushing the gothic star forward. Marcus shoves Saul off backwards at the exact same time. Both Riggs and Saul hit each other spine first before Demon charges forward at his opponent, Marcus doing the same thing. Riggs and Saul step out of the way, causing Demon and Wildcat to hit each other with stiff lariats, sending them both crashing to the canvas. The crowd cheers over the miscommunication while both men struggle to get back to their feet, Demon still bleeding in pints. Riggs steps right towards Demon though and kicks him brutally to the face, causing him to rise to his knees, blood flying through the air. Riggs places him in a front gantry, dragging him to his feet and grabbing him by the wrist. Saul steps back against the cables, leaning on them for support while attempting to catch his breath, Marcus still down on the canvas. Riggs whips a bloodied Demon into the corner only for the Hell’s Angels member to jump onto the second rope and flip over backwards. He moonsaults over top of Riggs who charges into the turnbuckle in front of him, hitting it spine first. Riggs turns around when Demon roars and charges forward, connecting with a hard, stiff boot to his face, his leg falling over the top rope in the process. A dazed Riggs tumbles to the canvas while Demon turns towards Saul who steps forward and slams his fist under the Hell’s Angels member’s jaw. The strike causes Demon to almost fly out of his boots, hitting the top rope and bouncing back off in the direction of Saul.
The monster takes hold of Demon’s hand and attempts to whip him across the ring. Demon turns around though in mid-whip and tries to reverse it, but can’t get the giant Saul to budge. Finally Saul charges forward with a lariat only for Demon to duck it, the giant beast rushing straight into a well placed superkick directly under the jaw from Marcus Hithers. The impact almost knocks Saul’s teeth out as he falls onto his back, looking up at the rafters in a dazed state. Demon turns towards the turnbuckle now and begins to step up it with Saul prone across the canvas. The loss of blood seems to be effecting Demon though while he makes his way up the corner.
Dan: What an intense match this has been, but now it looks like the Hell’s Angels may actually be able to pull out the victory.
Mayne: This is unbelievable! I will be repulsed if the Hell’s Angels continue their undefeated streak here in the ULW. Repulsed I say.
Douglas: Okay, we heard you the first time.
Riggs begins to stand up out of the corner diagonal to the one Demon is climbing up, then charges for the Hell’s Angels member. He is cut off though by Wildcat who slugs Riggs to the face, and then does it again, the strikes backing him up towards the cables. Tim jumps onto the apron and reaches over the ropes, grabbing both of Riggs’ arms, pinning them behind his back while Marcus slugs him to the face repeatedly. The crowd is booing this blatant cheating while a groggy Demon almost slips off the turnbuckle and crashes through the table at ringside. He steadies himself though and stands up on the top rope, trying to properly get his footing beneath him. To boos from the crowd though, Ryan Mills jumps onto the apron beside Demon, having charged through the crowd. He places his hand to the back of Demon’s thigh shoving him over sideways and sending him into a forward flip. The crowd screams as Demon flies off the top of the turnbuckle and crashes spine first through the wooden table at ringside. The table is obliterated upon impact, Demon’s looking completely out of it now.
Douglas: Hey wait a minute!?! Ryan Mills just shoved Demon off the turnbuckle, he sent him through the table at ringside!
Mayne: Demon got tremendous height on that flight!
Ryan jumps off the apron and then hops over the barricade into the crowd, backing through it. The fans are still shocked at the sight of the bloodied Demon lying amongst the broken chunks of wood. Marcus doesn’t even spot this as he winds up his fist only for Riggs to pull his head back and then spit bloody mist right into his opponent’s eyes. Marcus turns away, yelling out in disgust as the blood drips off his face and blinds him, staggering towards Saul who has gotten to his feet in the center of the ring. Saul kicks him to the gut and places him in a front gantry, hoisting Wildcat into the air and delivering the Wormwood. Everyone is going nuts in the arena at the sight of Marcus bouncing off the canvas and flopping onto his back, Saul turning over quickly into the cover. Tim looks shocked before Riggs forces his arms out of his clutches and then chops May to the chest over the top rope. The force of the chop causes May to spill to the outside mats, rolling back and forth, rubbing his sternum while yelling in pain.
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The arena explodes into a wave of shock over what they just witnessed, Saul and Riggs picking up the victory in this hard fought, intense no DQ tag match.
Douglas: Saul and Riggs have done it, they’ve defeated the Hell’s Angels in what was a purely brutal battle. But one has to wonder why Zabbath of Knight1 got involved in this thing to help these two guys out.
Mayne: This night just keeps getting more confusing by the second.
Demon remains laid out amongst the broken chunks of table while Riggs and Saul get to their feet side by side, celebrating their victory and forgetting any animosity that may have existed between them. Their arms are raised high in victory while they breath heavily, obviously winded by this intense battle. They are still unaware of Mills in the crowd, who is wearing a goofy grin on his features while he stares into the squared circle. Tim gets onto his knees at ringside, slapping the mats and becoming irate that his team was beaten this evening. Oddly attention turns towards Knight1 representative John Torretto making his way towards the ring.
Dan: Now Torretto on his way to the ring.
Mayne: Will the madness never end!?! Will it never end!?! Okay, I’ll stop now.
Torretto reach ringside now and point towards the squared circle with smiles on their faces. Riggs steps towards the cables and motions for them to shew off someplace and let him enjoy his trivial victory. Saul seems conflicted as he stands behind Riggs though, titling his head with dim eyes. Slowly he begins to reach down and retrieve something from the interior of his boot. Torretto backs away from the ring, acting innocent before Riggs turns around to face Saul and is suddenly hit with a railroad spike directly to the forehead. The crowd screams as Riggs is taken down to the canvas across his back, immediately lacerated by the spike driven hard into his forehead. His skin is cut wide open from the impact, with Saul standing over him, holding the spike between his fingers.
Dan: NOOOOO! Saul just spiked Riggs!
Mayne: That’s sick! Riggs is going to bleed more than a twelve year old girl with her first period.
Riggs wraps his hands around his face, pulling them away and staring into his own blood. It begins to melt away his paint as Saul seems to be savoring this moment before he drops down beside Riggs and lifts the spike into the air. He stabs Riggs in the forehead with it, the fans squealing throughout the process. Riggs reaches for his face before Saul grabs him by the head and holds it off the canvas, stabbing him repeatedly into the forehead now with the spike. The crowd is still screaming, begging him to stop as more and more blood begins to flow from Riggs’ face. The spike embeds itself once again straight in Riggs’ forehead, causing his features to become a crimson mask. Torretto jumps onto the apron and motions that’s enough.
Torretto: Come on Saul, you don’t want to kill him, save some for Paranoia!
The fans are on their feet screaming and verbally harassing Saul who just continues to clutch the bloody spike between his fingers. He raises it towards his lips and begins to lick the blood from its surface before releasing Riggs’ hair, throwing his head down at he canvas. The monster rises to his feet, glaring sinisterly straight down at Riggs who cannot move whatsoever, his face covered behind a thick layer of blood.
Dan: This is disgusting! This is reprehensible! I cannot believe what Saul just did to his tag team partner tonight.
Mayne: That may have been one of the most gruesome sights I’ve ever witnessed. Saul spiking Riggs repeatedly with that railroad spike. Was this planned all along? Is Saul the man who’s been dishing out the punishment on behalf of Torretto and Knight1?
Saul steps towards John slowly, who is still applauding the monster’s outrageous, despicable behavior. Riggs remains sprawled out across the canvas, bleeding from the face.
FACE TO FACE
The fans have a loud response at the sight of Chapel and Demona marching through the backstage corridor. The King of Monsters towers above the lovely young bride, who has an apprehensive expression on her face as she glares up at him. The former Livewire, Television, and Tag Team Champion continues to march onward though, not even paying attention to his wife’s worried expression. Finally, almost as if he can feel her odd stare, Chapel tilts his head to examen Demona.
Chapel: Don’t look at me like that.
Demona lowers her head and shakes it, Chapel doing much of the same.
Demona: Well, I’m trying not to be a wimp here, but did you see the look in his eyes out there tonight? He’s lost it, Chapel, he’s lost it. Are you sure you want to be stepping into the ring with this guy?
A smirk cuts across Chapel’s face while rubs at his thick jaw and the scars that line his flesh.
Chapel: I can’t believe your worried over something concerning Isaac. Please, he can change his name all he wants, rather he’s Isaac or he’s Psycho it doesn’t matter. He’s still the same man I’ve beaten down countless times before, including tonight.
His massive hand raises into the air, revealing the bloodied, broken mask of Isaac Saine. It hangs in pieces from his grasp, Demona nervously overlooking it.
Demona: Yeah, maybe your right.
She’s willing to let it be while she tucks her head and starts off, before Chapel grabs her by the arm lightly. A chuckle comes from his lungs while continuing to shake his head.
Chapel: Haha, look at you. Would you trust me already?
His knuckle is placed under her chin, raising her head to stare into his face, his reassuring eyes.
Chapel: Psycho is nothing, he’s nobody, he’s a media ploy to boost my DVD sales, he’s a way to prove that I am the most hardcore son of a bitch in ULW. He’s just here to cement my legacy, to keep my Paranoia streak in tact. Psycho is nothing, Demona, he’s nothing. He’s not a great athlete, he’s not a brilliant orator, he’s not championship material, and most importantly, he doesn’t know a thing about hardcore.
Demona nods, still not reassured after seeing that demonic glow in Psycho’s eyes earlier in the evening.
Chapel: You know I’m right, but just to prove to you how easily I can defeat him, I’m gonna call Isaac or Psycho, whoever he is, out to the ring so that we can stand face to face. Then we’ll see how hardcore he is.
The thought seems to bring a smile to Demona’s face, becoming a bit more confident in Chapel’s arrogance.
Chapel: Now stop doubting me, and lets get out of here.
Chapel tucks Demona’s hair behind her ear and places his arm over her shoulders, leading her towards the exit. The bloodied, broken mask of Isaac remains in the palm of his hand.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
PREPARING FOR THE CAGE
The camera cuts back to the ring where strobe lights are going off, aimed towards the steel cage, the demonic structure that slowly lowers down around the squared circle. The fans buzz with excitement, realizing that Orlando Cruze vs. Too Magnificent is coming up, with the Icon having his last chance at regaining his Weapon’s Lair spot.
Dan Douglas: Welcome back to the ring ladies and gentlemen, and after some more surprises backstage we’re preparing ourselves for the cage match right now. Orlando Cruze about to do battle with Too Magnificent in a steel cage. If Orlando wins this he will be reinstated into the Weapon’s Lair for a shot at the World Heavyweight title at Paranoia IV. What a railroad job done by Hurse and Alpha Gen. Cruze should not have to compete in this type of match to get something he already won.
Billy Mayne: Are you coming to Cruze’s defense? Earlier in the night you were chewing him out.
Dan: If your allowed to have a double standard some times, then so am I. Anyway, this match is still completely unfair. In no way is it right for Cruze to have to.....hey wait a minute.
The fans start screaming and heckling with anger as Nathan Creed marches down the ramp and around the ring with a flustered expression on his face. He appears absolutely irate while storming towards the announce table, paying the fans no attention whatsoever; his mind entirely focused on the announce table.
Douglas: Nathan Creed on his way towards us. This man has been a powder keg all night long, having absolutely snapped last week against Robin Brooks.
Mayne: A snap a long time in the making, Dan, a long time in the making.
Creed steps towards the announce table and slaps his hands on it hard, pointing and shouting at Dan Douglas with a red tint to his flesh.
Nathan: You want an explanation you fat son of a bitch!?! You want me to come out here and explain my actions last week? Well now is as good a time as any! Give me a God damn microphone and you’ll hear what I have to say, and do it before I decide to drag you into the cage and break your back just like I did to Robin!
A nervous Dan reaches out and is handed a microphone from the time keeper, apprehensively giving it to the flustered Creed.
Dan: Okay, calm down Nathan, just calm down, please.
Mayne: Hahaha, quit shitting yourself Dan and give him the microphone.
Creed snatches the mic out of Douglas’ thick fingers and turns away with a repulsed expression on his face. He marches past the cage that is now settled around the ring, marching towards the steps that lead up to the open door. The microphone is lifted to his lips throughout the process.
Nathan: You know, I’m sick of the e-mails, I’m sick of the angry letters, I’m sick of the blogs asking me questions, demanding to know “why.” Demanding to know why I turned against Robin Brooks, demanding to know why I stabbed her in the back after a year of friendship between us.
Nathan steps up the stairs and to the doorway of the cage, the referee imploring him to leave, yet the Future just won’t abide by anyone’s demands. He slips through the ropes and into the ring, marching to the squared circle while turning in circles as he eyes the outraged fans. One overzealous spectator tries to lob a container full of pepsi at him only for the drink to strike the chain link fence and bust on impact. Creed doesn’t care though as he plants himself in the center of the cage, refusing to allow the show to progress.
Creed: And then what happens? I get here and as soon as I put my foot in the door I’m hounded with the same relentless questions. You fans have the audacity to boo me and demand that I explain myself? How dare you people demand or expect anything from me? The last thing I want to do with my life is live up to your expectations, to play by your rules, to do what you all want me to do. I’ve had enough with being used by you people, with being used by that manipulative little bitch, Robin Brooks!
More angry boos flood from the stands, all of them outraged by his foul, derogatory statement directed at their hero, Robin Brooks.
Nathan: For the past year that’s all I’ve had to put up with, is her, and you people constantly telling me what to do, using me. Well I will not be used any longer. I will not tolerate going down in the record books as a tool, as the nice guy. I think its fairly clear, especially here in the ULW, that the nice guy always finishes last. Yet you people sit there with your stupid grins and beer bellies, and expect me to abide by your standards, by your rules? Fuck that, fuck you, and fuck Robin Brooks!
The reaction gets even more heated from the crowd as Creed shakes his head in disgust, stepping back and forth in the ring.
Mayne: Now this is the type of Nathan Creed that I like to see.
Douglas: Oh for the love of God, you’ve spent the last couple years doing nothing more than ripping him apart verbally.
Billy: A man is allowed to evolve Dan. We’re allowed to make mistakes.
Nathan just shakes his head in repulsion due to this reaction.
Nathan: What I did last week was a long time in the making. Robin Brooks has done nothing short of play with my emotions, and use me to turn the screws to that piece of shit Hurse. I was being used as her little boy toy, yet like the true bitch that she is, after all I did for her, after all the beatings I took in her defense, she kept me in the friend zone. The fucking FRIEND ZONE! I took chairs to the head from deranged stalkers obsessed with her. I took countless gang assaults to protect her from the Alpha Generation. And after all that, after pouring my heart and my soul out to her, what does she do? She sleeps with Steven Parkwood, and she uses me to manipulate him! After no longer willing to be a piece in this game of hers, I did what was justified, I did to her something she deserved! Yet you people want to judge me, you want to heckle me because I did the right thing to that crack whore? So now ask yourselves why I no longer give a shit about you people, and why I want to do nothing short of mangle the pretty little face of that fucking slut. So that she can never play with the emotions of others, like she did to me! Even though I hate to admit it, Orlando was right about her, and you people. You’ve held me back, you’ve kept me from reaching my potential. Well the likes of you idiots, and Robin are no longer going to keep from taking what I know should be mine.
Mayne: HERE, HERE!
Douglas: For the love of God, Billy, control your outburst. I cannot believe this is the same Nathan Creed we saw out here two weeks ago. I’ve automatically lost all respect for this man.
The Future tilts his head and stares through the links of the cage at the booing fans, all of them screaming in frustration over his outrageous behavior.
Nathan: Keep booing, it doesn’t change what I’ve done, and what I’m going to do. For you see, I will not be the same again, I will not be able to move on until I have finished Robin Brooks off for good. Until I have removed her from this company. Until I no longer have to share the same ring with the woman who used me for so very long. Which brings me to Paranoia. For you see, even though I should be in the Weapon’s Lair, fighting for the World title, I’m just not. Therefore, I’m free on that night, and seeing as Robin has no one to share her pointless little affection with, so is she. See, she won’t be in any back alley charging a quarter to spread her legs, oh no, she’ll be completely free on that night, and I’ll be the one giving it to her! That’s right, Robin Brooks, if your somewhere in this arena, and your not on your knees too preoccupied to listen, if your not too busy crying your eyes out why that big breasted bimbo Bailey tells you everything will be okay, then I challenge you to a match at Paranoia IV.
The roof nearly comes off the arena, everyone putting their hands together while Nathan nods his head and wears a crude expression.
Dan: Robin Brooks versus Nathan Creed at Paranoia IV!?! That would be a show stealing match.
Mayne: Oh, it would be so great to see Creed lay Robin Brooks out at the biggest pay-per-view of them all. So great!
Creed still appears flustered, rather the fans are excited or not.
Creed: Robin, if you answer my challenge, you can rest assure that I will not be like many of your male clients. Its going to take a lot more than any safe word to stop me from dishing out your well deserved pain and suffering. For now I see you for what you are Robin.....
Strangely the fans start to get pumped up, greatly excited as Robin Brooks jumps over the barricade behind Nathan. She now grabs hold of the steel cage and begins to scale up the wall behind the unsuspecting Nathan.
Nathan:.....Your nothing but a cold hearted slut, Robin. If you’d give it to Hurse, you’d give it to anyone. And yet you played me, you played me like I was nothing to you! Nothing at all!
Mayne: Nathan, watch out, watch out!
Dan: Robin Brooks is here.
Robin is now standing on the top of the cage in the corner where two walls meet. She crouches before standing up slowly, her face full of anger and savoring the moment. Confusion fills Nathan’s face as he hears the reaction then spots the fans looking behind his back.
Nathan: What are you people looking at?
Creed turns around when Robin jumps from the top of the cage, flying through the air and connecting with a huge crossbody straight on top of the X-Class Champion. The arena explodes into cheers, everyone going nuts as Nathan is driven hard into the canvas, Robin bouncing off of him and rolling across the ring. A shocked Nathan scrambles onto his knees with the wind knocked out of him.
Dan: OOHHH MY GOD!!! Robin with a crossbody from the top of the cage on Nathan!
Mayne: Is she bat shit crazy!?!
Everyone is going nuts in the arena, slapping the barricades and stomping their feet in disbelief over what Brooks just did. A shocked Creed gets to his feet, holding his ribs when the Black Widow steps up behind him and grabs the back of his head. Brooks rushes Nathan straight at the cage and throws him face first into it. The impact is hard as Nathan bounces off the cage wall and turns around to face Brooks who begins to slug him repeatedly to the jaw. Suddenly Nathan reaches out and rakes her across the eyes though, causing Brooks to turn away and cover her face in pain. Creed turns around and rushes for the cage door, slipping through the ropes and quickly dropping to the mats, running away from a battle with Robin. Brooks turns around with a furious expression on her face, rubbing at her eyes throughout the process. She now rushes towards the cage door and steps through it onto the apron before dropping onto the mats and charging off after Nathan.
Douglas: This issue exploding between Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed. With the Black Widow getting a small measure of revenge on Nathan. But this won’t end until these two step into the ring against one another and settle their animosity one on one.
Mayne: I’d say it’s a safe assumption that we’re going to see Nathan Creed vs. Robin Brooks one on one at Paranoia IV.
Dan: And what a battle it will be.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
Animal I’ve Become hits the PA system and causes the fans to react with utter disgust. Through the curtains emerges Too Magnificent, adorned in a black sleeveless “Alpha Gen” t-shirt and blue jeans, dressed for this violent encounter. He stares in repulsion over the fans before an explosion of pyro sends golden sparkles flying down on top of him. He moves quickly towards the cage and around it, eyeing the cold demonic structure before marching up the steps straight onto the apron and into the cage.
Dan: Too Magnificent finally out here as this cage match will hopefully get underway with no more interruptions.
Mayne: Nathan Creed came out here and prolonged the inevitable destruction of Orlando Cruze. I like Orlando as much as the next guy, but just look at Too Magnificent. He’s more fired up than I’ve ever seen him, especially after what Hurse told him earlier in the night. This man is on a mission. To keep Cruze out of the Weapon’s Lair and destroy him at the same time.
Douglas: We’ll see if Orlando can overcome the odds in this steel cage match Billy.
Too Magnificent strolls back and forth in the cage, his malicious glare locked on the entry way and waiting for Orlando impatiently. Suddenly You Know My Name cuts through the sound speakers and causes the crowd to unleash a loud mixed reaction. Some fume, others feel obligated to cheer while the lights dim and the name “Cruze” Flashes repeatedly over the titontron. White strobe lights go off on either side of the rampway as through the curtains emerges the Icon, Orlando Cruze. The response only gets louder while the former three time World Champion stops on the stage taking a look out over the fans before commencing towards the cage. Too Magnificent licks his chomps at the sight of Cruze, salivating at the prospect of getting his hands on Orlando.
Mayne: I don’t like that fearful glint in Cruze’s eyes.
Douglas: Oh please, even though I don’t care for this son of a bitch whatsoever, he’s showing a lot of courage to come out here and compete in the cage.
Billy: Courage is easily confused with stupidity.
Orlando reaches the steps and rushes up them onto the apron to the open door. He stops only for a second to stare out over the crowd before Too Magnificent rushes across the ring straight after him. Orlando bends forward on the apron and launches his shoulder straight into Too Mag’s gut, doubling him over forward. Orlando grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a sunset flip, wrapping his arms around Too Magnificent’s waist, rolling him over backwards into a pinning predicament already.
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Too Magnificent kicks out, dropping over sideways as Cruze shifts around on his posterior, grabbing his arm and trying to force it between his knees. The crowd is screaming at the sight of the Icon already trying to establish the crossface. Too Magnificent grabs the hands that try to interlock under his jaw before he pushes them away with all of his strength. He turns towards Cruze slowly with his arm stick stuck between the Icon’s knees before reaching out with his fingers. He digs them straight into Cruze’s eyes, raking them and causing the former World Champion to roll away from him. The crowd is starting to simmer down after Orlando already went for two fast finishes that were foiled by the frustrated Too Mag. As soon as Cruze gets to his feet he turns towards Too Magnificent who rushes across the ring and goes a huge lariat. Too Magnificent turns around and rushes forward only to be caught across the chest, Cruze already going for the Rock Bottom. Too Mag launches his knee up into Orlando’s gut though, bending him over forward before grabbing the back of his head. The irate Too Magnificent charges Orlando forward and throws him straight at the cage. Orlando bounces off the mesh wiring and staggers backwards, his head having struck the cage hard.
Douglas: This cage match getting off to a rather quick start, Orlando trying to finish it as fast as he possibly can but tasting that unforgiving steel cage as a result.
Mayne: Its smart of Orlando to try and get this over with and fast to save from having any damage done to him just two weeks before Paranoia.
Cruze staggers backwards with aq dazed expression on his face before Too Mag steps forward and grabs the back of his head again. He forces him towards the cage wall and drags it backwards, but Cruze reaches out and grabs the cage wall, keeping from being launched face first into it again. The resilient Cruze back elbows Too Magnificent to the gut, causing him to break his hands away from the back of his head before the Icon bends forward and chops the Alpha Generation member straight to the sternum. Too Magnificent stands up straight before Cruze moves in and connects with a second, brutal knife edge chop that receives a “woo” from the sold out crowd. Somehow he keeps his feet planted on the canvas though before Orlando slugs him to the forehead, and then does it again, backing up the mountain of a man. He rushes backwards into the cables to get a running start, hitting them and coming back in before Too Magnificent steps forward, launching a huge big boot. Cruze ducks it and gets behind Too Magnificent, poising himself as his opponent turns to face him and receives a hard chop to the sternum. The crowd screams over the sickening sound of flesh being chopped, and watching Too Magnificent stumble towards the cage wall. Cruze chops him again across his wide sternum, almost knocking Too Magnificent over before the Icon spins around into discus. He comes out of it with a hard right hand to Too Magnificent’s jaw, causing him to fall spine first against the cables before getting kicked to his gut and having his wrist grabbed. Orlando whips him off across the ring only for Too Magnificent to turn around and reverse it, pulling Cruze forward into his shoulders. He stands up, holding the Icon in a fireman’s carry before Orlando uses his knee to strike the side of Too Magnificent’s face. With Too Mag dazed Orlando slides off his shoulders and lands on his feet behind his back. He pushes the Sadistic One off into the cables in front of him. Too Magnificent turns and hits off of them before rushing back in when a huge lariat straight to Orlando’s throat. The impact sends the Icon into a corkscrew before crashing straight onto his back.
A flustered Too Magnificent steps forward with a twisted expression on his face before he steps towards Orlando. He drops a quick elbow into his chest then rolls over onto his feet before extending his leg, sending it crashing across Cruze’s throat. Orlando’s body pops up into the air until he ends up seated on the canvas. Too Magnificent gets to his knees behind him and scrambles forward into the cover. He grabs Orlando by the arm and places it around his throat, setting him up in the Million Dollar Dream cobra clutch, expertly locking it in upon him. Orlando immediately begins to will his way upward though in order to escape this quick submission by Too Magnificent.
Mayne: Too Mag with the cobra clutch applied perfectly on Orlando, already trying to slow this match down, and keep Cruze grounded.
Dan: After the quick, explosive pace that Orlando got this match off to, I don’t blame him for attempting to slow it down a bit.
Too Magnificent twists Cruze’s head back and forth, really trying to dig in deep with the submission hold. Orlando gets to his feet though amongst a mixed response from the crowd before pushing himself backwards. He also shoves Too Magnificent in reverse, spine first against one of the turnbuckles. The impact is hard and causes Too Mag to break the cobra clutch as Cruze turns and connects with another stiff chop to his sternum. Too Mag’s legs kick into the air before Cruze steps up over top of him, grabbing his hair and beginning to rain down with right fists directly into his forehead. Some of the crowd counts along while others simply boo the fact that Cruze has the advantage.
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Too Magnificent grabs Orlando around the legs and steps out of the corner, holding Cruze in almost an atomic drop positon before pushing him around. He readjusts Cruze to sit right on top of his shoulders now once again in the fireman’s carry position. Too Magnificent now places his hands to Cruze’s throat and legs, pushing him up into the air and holding him in a military press position. Orlando slips off his hands though and lands on the canvas right in front of Too Magnificent, popping him across the jaw to an ovation before rushing into the cables before him. He bounces off and comes back in when Too Magnificent side steps him and catches the Icon. He gorilla presses him into the air and then turns towards the cage wall, throwing him side first directly into the chain links. A squeal can be heard from the crowd at the sight of the Icon’s body bouncing off the cage and tumbling to beneath the wall and the ropes. Orlando holds his shoulder and groans in pain while trying to force himself to his feet. A satisfied smirk resides on Too Mag’s face though while he glares around at the crowd and then stomps his foot, pointing straight at the Icon. Orlando gets to a standing base behind the ropes with his back pressed to the cage before Too Magnificent charges forward and delivers a big boot straight to his face. The impact also grinds the side of Orlando’s head against the cage wall. A loud groan can be heard from the fans as a result while Orlando drops right back down onto his posterior, seated back first against the cage.
The crowd is hassling Too Mag who steps back and swipes his hands reassuringly together then moves forward. He sticks his foot through the cables and buries it directly to the Icon’s throat, pushing his head back first against the cage wall. The referee in the ring implores Too Magnificent to stop it, yet he just wears a large, pompous smile on his features. He seems to be truly relishing this while Orlando gasps for air, trying to force the foot away from his throat. Too Mag takes it away and charges across the ring into the opposite ropes, bouncing off and coming back in before he launches his foot through the cables. He connects with almost a face wash on the seated Orlando, driving the side of the Icon’s head into the cage wall again.
Mayne: And now the violence has commenced, Too Magnificent maliciously dominating Cruze.
Dan: At this rate, what Too Magnificent is doing to him right now, even if Cruze wins this and gets back into the Weapon’s Lair, there might not be enough of him left to fight for the title.
Billy: I think that’s the gameplan you jackass.
Orlando drops onto the apron as Too Magnificent grabs the top rope and sticks his foot through the bottom and middle one. He buries his foot into the Icon’s throat, shoving down on it, strangling him violently. Cruze gags heinously while the foot is dug down into his throat, depriving all the air to his head. Official Ingelson is begging Too Magnificent to stop this before he finally turns away from the cage and begins to shout into the referee’s face. Alex backs up while Too Mag shouts at him furiously, pointing into his face and then motioning straight at his Alpha Gen t-shirt, implying that he has all the power. Orlando rolls under the ropes to the interior of the ring throughout the process before Too Magnificent turns towards him and steps forward. He grabs the Icon around the neck, placing him in a front gantry and then dragging him up to his feet. He now snaps over backwards into a hard vertical suplex, driving the air of the Icon. Orlando hits hard while Too Magnificent keeps his arm wrapped Cruze’s neck and swings his hips to roll over sideways, dragging Cruze over with him. Both men get to their feet before Too Magnificent reaches out and grabs Orlando’s wrist, breaking the face lock and swinging around under Cruze’s arm. He pulls forward on the wrist now and drags Orlando directly under his arm before jumping into the air and connecting with a hard side slam, hooking the leg in the process.
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Cruze gets his shoulder off the canvas, the crowd cheering surprisingly at the sight of the Icon kicking out of Too Magnificent’s brutal combination. Too Mag sits up, his lower lip trembling with anger before he stands and grabs the battered Orlando around the head. He rolls the Icon over onto his knees and slaps on the front gantry once more. A twisted expression resides on Too Magnificent’s face while he forces Cruze up onto his feet and stares around at the crowd with a snide smirk. It’s obvious to him that he’s got Orlando right where he wants him before he hoists him into the air. Orlando surprisingly floats over, landing on his feet behind Too Magnificent and wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for the German suplex. Too Magnificent reaches back with his leg and wraps it around Cruze’s though, avoiding the German and then trying to break Cruze’s clasped hands away from his waist. Orlando refuses to let go before Too Magnificent finally stomps on his foot and causes Cruze to finally break the waist lock. Too Magnificent reaches down, grabbing Cruze’s wrist and turning around to face him. He pulls on the Icon’s arm and drags him forward for a lariat. Orlando ducks it though and swings around behind Too Magnificent, wrapping his arms around his waist again for the German suplex. Before he can snap over backwards though, Too Magnificent rushes forward at the ropes and the cage, dropping down right in front of them. The momentum of the charge sends Cruze flying forward though, breaking the waist lock and stumbling face first into the cage wall. He bashes off the chain links and stumbles in reverse with a very groggy expression on his face, a bruise forming over top of his right eye. With him staggered, Too Magnificent stands and charges into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in, throwing a lariat only for Orlando to duck it and catch him across his chest. The fans scream as Orlando hoists Too Magnificent into the air and delivers the Rock Bottom.
Douglas: The Rock Bottom by Orlando! The Rock Bottom by Orlando Cruze on Too Magnificent! He hit it out of nowhere!
Mayne: How could he connect with that move in his staggered, disorientated state?
Several of the fans are slapping the barricades and calling for Orlando to escape the cage. He rolls onto his elbows and knees slowly, a bit of blood seeping from the crack on the right side of his face, which continues to bruise and swell. With determination, but anguish, Orlando crawls into the cover on Too Mag, dropping down with an arm across his sternum. The fans chant along.
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Everyone explodes until unexpectedly, Too Magnificent shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning onto his side. The fans are exasperated while Orlando rolls onto his back, appearing stunned that he didn’t just pick up the win.
Dan: The Rock Bottom not enough to finish off Too Magnificent! Orlando has got to start thinking about escaping this cage now.
Mayne: Its his wisest choice of options Dan. Too Mag may have had the ability to kick out, but after taking a rock bottom I doubt he’ll be able to stand and stop the Icon from getting out of this cage.
Orlando gets to his knees, staring at the cage door and beginning to crawl towards it. The referee on the outside, Chester Princeton, unlatches the door and opens it for him. The fans are on their feet, unable to keep from screaming and cheering while Orlando gets to his feet, his knees almost buckling beneath him. He staggers towards the cage door and bends forward, sticking his head between the ropes, on the verge of escape. Suddenly Hurse jumps over the barricade, coming from the crowd and then rushing straight at the open cage door. He jumps into the air and heat seeking dropkicks it with great impact, causing the cage door to fly shut and slam straight into the top of Cruze’s head throughout the process. The response in the arena is that of pure, unmitigated anger as Orlando stands up straight, his forehead now lacerated.
Dan: Dammit, Orlando about to escape the cage but Hurse dropkicks the door right back into his face. Did you hear that impact, Billy?
Mayne: Its kind of hard not to, we’re only sitting a few inches away from all this carnage.
Hurse rolls across the mats with his hands on his lower back, gritting his teeth against one another while glaring at the cage and the unconscious Cruze. Somehow Orlando is still on his feet as he turns around to face a kneeling Too Magnificent. With Orlando prone though he reaches out and catches Cruze around the throat, standing up while grabbing the back of his opponent’s tights. Too Magnificent charges forward at the cage wall with his little strength remaining before he lifts Orlando in a chokeslam position and throws him backwards, spine first into the cage wall. Orlando bounces off violently and then lands seat first on the top rope, springing off of it forward onto his feet in front of Too Magnificent who almost lobs his head off with a big boot. Spit and sweat fly from Orlando’s head while he crashes across the canvas onto his back, Too Magnificent turning to observe Hurse on the outside. The Master of Control is clapping his hands while motioning for Too Magnificent to go for the cover. Too Mag nods and drops down on top of Too Magnificent, going for the pinfall a bit begrudgingly.
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Somehow Orlando just shoots his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side with a very groggy glint in his eyes. Too Magnificent stares out over the crowd before spitting through the cage at them and then grabbing Cruze around the back of his head. He forces him onto his knees then to his feet before rushing him with great momentum at the cage wall. Too Magnificent throws Orlando over the ropes, face first into the mesh wiring. The impact causes Orlando to bounce off viciously and land in front of Too Mag, who spins him around and scoops him into the air. He gets Orlando up onto his shoulder before rushing him like a javelin straight face first into the cage. The impact is quite stiff and brutal, knocking Orlando off Too Magnificent’s shoulder then onto his back. His forehead has been sliced right open, blood beginning to trickle from his features, mixing with his sweat and the exhausted expression on his face. Hurse is shaking the cage with both hands, shouting at Too Magnificent to stay on him to keep wearing the Icon down. Too Magnificent rolls his eyes but nods his head before stepping towards Orlando and dropping down onto his knees behind him. He pulls Cruze up onto his seat and slaps on another cobra clutch, really locking it in this time. Orlando breaths deeply, trying to get some air back into his lungs while Too Magnificent grinds his own arm against his throat. The Icon’s hand reaches out for the ropes, but they will serve as no source for salvation in this contest, Too Magnificent too perfectly locking in the cobra clutch on this occasion.
Mayne: This isn’t good for a light heated Orlando Cruze. He’s lost some blood and this match has really taken a lot from his body, therefore this cobra clutch might be spelling his end already. Not only the end of this match, but of his chances to main event Paranoia.
Dan: Truer words may have never been spoken. I cannot foresee how Orlando can get out of this submission after everything his body has been put through in this physically testing cage match.
A purple shade has overcome Orlando’s face as Too Magnificent exerts further pressure on this submission hold. There is no air whatsoever making it into Cruze’s head, his breathing becoming irregular. He seems ready to pass out before he’s hit with one more wave of adrenaline, pushing himself upwards to the shock of both Too Magnificent and Hurse on the outside. Too Magnificent tries to apply more pressure but Orlando will not be held down, he gets to his feet with the cobra clutch still applied. Suddenly Too Magnificent turns Orlando though with the hold then breaks it long enough to drag Cruze’s head under his seat. He wraps his arms around Cruze’s waist and lifts him into the air onto his shoulders, charging forward at the cage and powerbombing him back first into it. Orlando yells out in anguish as his body is smashed into the cage wall, Too Magnificent keeping him on his shoulders though. He places his hands to the back of Orlando’s thighs and pushes up on them before dropping backwards, hitting a reverse powerbomb almost. Cruze is driven hard face first into the canvas and then flops over onto his back, Too Magnificent getting to his knees then scrambling into the cover.
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No! Orlando kicks out with few seconds remaining once more, keeping his hopes alive for making it into the Weapon’s Lair yet again. A look of twisted fury sets on Too Magnificent’s face while Hurse shakes the cage some more, demanding he keep applying the pressure, that he not give Orlando one’s moments’ peace. Too Mag turns onto his knees and scoots towards Orlando, grabbing him around the head and sitting him up on the canvas again. The fans boo as he places him once more in the cobra clutch. Orlando wails out in anguish with the little bit of air that remains in his lungs, the arena filling with screams and shock still over the impacts his body just took with the cage. The majority of them seem to be behind the former Weapon’s Lair winner though while Hurse does just he opposite, leaning forward with a dastardly smile on his face, enjoying every second of the brutality inflicted on Cruze. Too Magnificent twists at Cruze head once more to put on further pressure, but Orlando still keeps from tapping. Even during the persistent questioning by Ingelson, he refuses to give in, keeping hope alive for the Weapon’s Lair, for the World title shot. The crowd is standing, slapping the barricades, trying to get rallied behind Orlando who just can’t get up out of this cobra clutch.
However, somehow Orlando begins to get energy, lifting his arm with his fist clinched. He begins to shake it while Too Magnificent’s eyes open wide as saucers, shaking his head in disbelief. Hurse slaps the cage and hops up and down in frustration while Orlando once again begins to force himself up to his feet. He begins to stand up with Too Magnificent staring towards the heavens with closed eyes. He shakes his head once more before Orlando gets his feet beneath him now, beginning to force himself out of the cobra clutch. Too Mag turns though and lifts Orlando into the air with the cobra clutch before dragging him down with a back breaker across his knee. Orlando is folded over Too Magnificent’s knee from the impact, the cobra clutch broken though before his opponent pushes him down to the canvas. The Icon rolls across the ring, reaching for his back while Too Magnificent stands with a snide glare at the crowd.
Mayne: Orlando still in control much to Hurse’s delight!
Dan: Ever since that cage door busted Orlando’s face open, he’s been unable to mount any type of significant offense.
Too Magnificent stops and sticks his arms out to his sides, motioning with both hands for the crowd to show him their support. They just boo furiously and cause a very wide smile to come to the chuckling Too Mag’s face. He finally starts forward in the direction of one of the turnbuckles, stepping up it with his back aimed towards the down Cruze. It’s obvious now that he’s going to try and escape the steel structure. The fans are booing while Too Magnificent gets to the top rope and begins to scale the cage slowly, already almost reaching the top. To the disbelief of everyone, especially Hurse, Orlando begins to stir, turning onto his side with blood cascading down his sweaty features. The fans are actually screaming for the Icon to get up, the lesser of two evils in this match. He slowly progresses up to his feet and now staggers towards the turnbuckle while Too Magnificent reaches over the top of the cage wall to the opposite side. Too Mag starts to pull himself over when Orlando climbs up the turnbuckle painstakingly and grabs the Alpha Gen member around the ankle. He holds onto his leg with all of his strength, keeping Too Mag from climbing up any further. Hurse tries to find a way to reach through the cage and get at Orlando, but is unable to do so. The Icon keeps his arms clamped around Too Mag’s ankle while he turns and begins to stomp down at the Icon’s face with his free foot. Orlando still won’t let go though, finally forcing Too Magnificent to let go of the cage and drop down onto the top rope beside the Icon. He slugs him to the face, and then does it again. Orlando responds with an open hand chop straight across Too Mag’s sternum, almost causing him to lose his grip on the cage wall and tumble to the canvas below. Too Magnificent suddenly reaches out and grabs Orlando by the throat, setting up for the chokeslam from the top of the turnbuckle. Cruze grabs Too Magnificent by the wrist and breaks his hand away from his throat before bitting the patch of flesh between his thumb and the rest of his fingers. Too Mag begins to roar in pain with the fans going nuts. The Alpha Gen member frees his hand though from Cruze’s teeth and grabs the side of his head, ramming the other side into the cage wall. He rams his skull into the cage wall again, then does it a third time. Orlando almost loses his footing but Too Magnificent turns and places his arm under Cruze’s. The fans erupt as Too Magnificent hip tosses Orlando off the top of the turnbuckle, remaining on it himself and sending the Icon flipping forward, crashing hard spine first into the canvas.
Douglas: OHHH, a top rope hip toss by Too Magnificent!
Mayne: Orlando taking a hard bump right there. I don’t know how much more of this his body can withstand.
Dan: If you want brutality, your seeing it, this may be only a small taste though of the battle you’ll see in the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia IV.
Too Magnificent leans against the cage wall for support, taking several deep breaths before he turns, scaling slowly again. Sweat drips from his battered body while Hurse slaps the cage wall and keeps motioning for him to come on, to get out and cost Orlando his chance at the title. Cruze is spread across the ring, not moving after that last hip toss while Too Magnificent reaches over and grabs the other side of the cage, pulling himself up slowly. The fans are screaming as Too Magnificent gets to the top of the cage, throwing his leg over to the opposite side. He straddles the cage then turns to stare down at Cruze, something devious crossing his mind. Hurse shakes his head on the outside of the ring, pleading with him to get out of the cage, yet Too Magnificent doesn’t seem content with following orders. He begins to stand up slowly on the top of the cage, which shakes beneath his feet, everyone rising, beginning to buzz with excitement. Too Magnificent gets to his feet on the top edge of the cage and glares down at Orlando repulsively before taking flight. Everyone is screaming as Too Mag extends his leg and drops into the Arrogance is Bliss from the top of the cage, connecting straight with the canvas.
Fans: OOOOOHHHH!!!
Too Mag sits on the canvas, his mouth hanging wide open with pain. He just missed Cruze who has rolled out of the way, bleeding from the scalp.
Dan: Too Magnificent just missed the Arrogance is Bliss off the top of the cage!
Mayne: That was one nasty collision with the ring! What was Too Magnificent thinking? He had this match won!
Hurse’s hands have slid into his hair on the outside of the ring, about to rip it from his scalp while Too Magnificent turns onto his knees, reaching for his posterior throughout the process. He gets to his feet when Orlando steps up in front of him and grabs the back of his head, charging Too Magnificent straight face first into the cage. Too Mag is thrown into the mesh wiring, bouncing off with great impact and then turning towards Orlando. Cruze grabs him by the wrist and the back of the head and charges him across the ring before throwing him over the cables into the opposite cage wall. His entire body bounces off of it before Orlando grabs the back of Too Mag’s head and shoves him face first into the cage wall, beginning to grind his features across it repeatedly. The crowd covers their mouths and looks on in repulsion while Too Mag’s head continues to embrace the cage, his flesh being ripped away, now blood beginning to trickle down his features. Too Magnificent stumbles backwards with his faced caked in blood before Orlando springs into the air and dropkicks him to the upper back. Too Mag is launched forward into the cage wall head first, bouncing off and staggering backwards into Orlando who catches him with a school boy. The fans are standing as the official makes the count.
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Too Magnificent kicks out to a wave of shock and dissatisfaction from the fans. Hurse is whipping his brow on the outside of the ring, his breaths becoming uneasy while Orlando gets to his knees. He turns to the cage door and begins to crawl towards it when Hurse rushes around and pushes the referee out of the way. Hurse turns and places his back against the barricade while kicking his feet up and pushing them against he door, keeping it closed to the best of his abilities. Orlando continues to crawl towards it though before Too Magnificent reaches out and catches him by the ankle. The Icon grimaces through his blood in anger while Too Magnificent keeps hold of his ankle and tugs on it, dragging Cruze backwards while he dives forward. Too Magnificent lands beside Cruze’s head while he grabs his arm and tries to place it between his knees. He now tries to lock his hands around Cruze’s chin, the bloodied Too Magnificent trying to obtain the crossface on the bloodied Icon. The fans are screaming, realizing this could make Orlando tap out before he scoots backwards across his knees, getting behind Too Magnificent. The Icon scoots forward and steps over his arm, placing him in a version of the abdominal stretch so that Too Mag’s head is exposed. Orlando begins to throw the MMA style elbows into the side of Too Mag’s bloodied features. The crowd screams with each hard elbow strike to Too Mag’s skull.
Dan: Orlando hitting the elbows! This is the same move he used to put away Denile Partis several weeks ago.
Mayne: You can’t knock out Too Magnificent though, there’s no way, there’s no way!!
Orlando reaches back with his arm and wraps it around Too Mag’s neck, standing up and bridging his opponent off the canvas. He turns the bloodied Too Magnificent around and hooks both of his arms before snapping over backwards into the double under hook bridging suplex pin. The official drops down with Hurse screaming from the outside of the ring.
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Too Magnificent gets his shoulder up, but as soon as he does, Orlando turns him over onto his stomach with both his arms still hooked. Orlando turns around so that he’s on his knees over the back of Too Mag with both his arms hooked. Cruze jumps forward and places both feet to the canvas, bridging over backwards with a double chickenwing locked in, applying the cattle mutilation! The bloodied Too Magnificent is roaring in anguish while he tries to push himself to his feet, without warning though, Orlando drops down out of the double bridging chickenwing to his opponent’s side, pulling his arm between his knees and locking him in the crossface!
Dan: Orlando’s got the crossface locked in, he’s got the crossface locked in on Too Magnificent!
Mayne: Don’t tap Too Mag, please don’t tap!
Too Magnificent roars at the top of his lungs while his head is pulled in reverse, blood gushing from both men’s heads. Hurse is shouting and shaking the cage repeatedly, pleading with Too Magnificent not to submit to the pain. Somehow Too Magnificent is holding on, even with his hand shaking above the canvas. It seems dangerously close to slapping the canvas, to giving up to this tremendous anguish that flows through his arm. Orlando rears back further on his bloodied face, nearly ripping his head straight from his shoulders. Nothing seems to be working though as Too Magnificent just refuses to tap out, his hand still shaking over the ring though. Hurse is kicking and clawing at the cage before he jumps on it, trying to climb the wall to get inside. Luckily Princeton grabs him by the ankle, the official not letting him climb inside. Too Magnificent looks all but ready to tap out until he reaches out with his free hand and digs his fingers straight into the open gash in Orlando’s forehead. He begins to rip on it causing more blood to ooze from Cruze’s face, while forcing his arm free from between Orlando’s knees. To the anger of the fans Too Magnificent gets his arm out from between the knees and reaches up, grabbing Orlando’s wrist. The bleeding monstrosity rises to his feet with Cruze standing up beside him, still trying to hold onto the crossface before Too Mag pulls down on his arm. The force sends Orlando into a forward roll across the canvas until he stands up and turns towards Too Magnificent who kicks him to the gut and places him in a front gantry. Too Magnificent hoists Orlando into the air and plants him with the Midas Touch, head and neck first directly into the canvas. The crowd is screaming at the sight of Too Magnificent’s dangerous finishing move.
Dan: The Midas Touch hit by Too Magnificent!
Mayne: Its over, its got to be over. I say that a lot, but I really mean it this time.
Hurse puts his hands together in prayer on the outside of the ring while the bloodied Too Magnificent lies beside the exhausted Cruze. Agonizingly he turns and drapes his arm over the Icon’s sternum as Ingelson drops down and makes the count, the screaming fans counting along.
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Orlando kicks out to a loud ovation, Too Magnificent rising to his knees with his jaw hanging open and his face filling with more blood. He seems to be at a loss for what to do next.
Dan: Somehow Orlando Cruze has kicked out of the Midas Touch, in what has been a brutal, high impact steel cage battle.
Mayne: Orlando is hanging in there by a thread Billy, by a thread. He realizes that if he doesn’t win this match, he’s out of the Weapon’s Lair, rather he’ll accept that fact or not he will legally not be in contention for the title.
The bloodied Too Magnificent rises to his feet with wild eyes while he motions with an upward thrust of his hand for Cruze to get up. He bends forward throughout the process, preparing himself while the bloodied former World Champion forces himself to his feet. He barely seems to have the strength to get up while Too Magnificent is still imploring him to get to his feet. As soon as Orlando stands up he turns straight into Too Magnificent who catches him by the throat and the back of the tights. He hoists Cruze into the air and drops him with a thunderous chokeslam, Orlando’s body folded up like an accordion upon impact. The malicious Magnificent drops down into the cover on him with Hurse overjoyed on the outside of the ring. Ingelson drops into the count again.
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Insanely high pitched screams from the exhausted fans carry throughout the arena at the sight of Orlando’s shoulder raising from the canvas for a second time. Kicking out with mere milliseconds before being defeated. Too Magnificent buries his face into the canvas, resting on his knees with his hands interlocked on his blood soaked hair, unable to possibly comprehend the fact that Cruze just kicked out a second time.
Mayne: Where is Orlando getting this strength!?! How does he keep kicking out of these moves by Too Magnificent!?!
Dan: Once again, even though I do not like this man, I have to respect his heart.
Mayne: Jesus, don’t put me to sleep with your replies, please. It was a rhetorical question.
Orlando is still lying motionless on the canvas, his features blood soaked while Too Magnificent rises to his feet and stumbles in the direction of the corner. His tired aching body falls into the turnbuckle while Hurse motions for him to climb out of the ring if he can’t beat Orlando. Too Mag graciously complies, realizing it would be futile to keep going for pins on Orlando, his hands digging into the cage wall and pulling himself up. He starts to climb the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope at a snails like pace with his back ravaged with anguish, blood dripping from his features. He falls into the cage for support before beginning to pull himself up the cage slowly, Hurse acting like his cheerleader on the opposite side of the wall. He keeps motioning for him to climb faster, but Too Mag barely has much more mobility left in his body. He just keeps climbing the wall with all of his remaining energy, dragging his battered girth along with him.
Mayne: Too Magnificent is going to escape the cage. Instead of trying to pin Orlando, he’s just going to circumvent the whole process and climb over the cage wall!
Too Magnificent starts to get his footing on the cage wall while pulling himself up, Hurse still imploring him to move it or else! To the astonishment of those in attendance, Orlando rolls to his knees and springs to his feet with his remaining energy. Somehow he is able to charge at the turnbuckle, stepping up it quickly and getting to the top rope. Too Mag is unable to stop him as Cruze places his arm over his sternum and dives off the top rope. Everyone is shocked as Cruze connects with the In Control (top rope twisting Rock Bottom). Too Magnificent is planted violently into the canvas with Orlando coming down on top of him, before rolling across the ring.
Dan: Orlando just the In Control on Too Magnificent out of nowhere!!
Mayne: This is unbelievable!!
The fans are still stunned while Orlando crawls painstakingly into the cover, hooking Too Magnificent’s leg. Hurse reaches under the ring and grabs a chair, running around to the door and pushing the official out of his way. He tries to scramble inside as quick as possible.
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All those in attendance tonight are jumping up and down in excitement. Unable to believe what they just witnessed.
Dan: Orlando has done it, he’s done it! He will be in the Weapon’s Lair at Paranoia IV!
Mayne: I can’t even comprehend what we just witnessed. Orlando with a last burst of energy was able to pin Too Magnificent with the In Control after a brutal cage match!
Many of the fans are applauding, rather they despise or adore Orlando, who rises to his feet a bloodied wreck. He throws his arms up in victory when Hurse steps up in front of him and drives the top of a chair into his ribcage. Orlando bends forward, doubling over in anguish as Hurse raises the chair over his back and slams it hard into Cruze’s spine.
Mayne: Well, Cruze doesn’t look like a winner now.
Douglas: Hurse’s blow crumbled before his very eyes, and this son of a bitch cannot except the fact that Orlando is going to be in the Weapon’s Lair in two weeks at Paranoia IV!
Orlando is grimacing in pain, out of sheer exhaustion from the brutality of the cage match, and now the assault with this dented steel chair. Hurse shows no mercy as he turns the chair and steps forward, driving the edge into the squared jaw of the Icon, knocking him over into a sideways roll before he ends up on his back. Too Magnificent begins to stir, not sure of what just took place at all, that Rock Bottom from the top rope coming completely out of nowhere. Hurse throws down the chair looking as if he’s throwing a fit while he kicks at the cage then steps towards Too Magnificent helping him to his feet. From the back now charges Devin Hawk, Ryan Mills, and Denile Partis, the trio of Alpha Gen stars bolting towards the cage and sliding in. Hurse points straight at Orlando who trying to use the cables to pull himself to his feet, spitting up blood in the process. Devin and Mills immediately lay into him with stomps to the chest and face, further bloodying him and adding to any internal injuries he might have. Denile removes his shirt and steps through the cables, onto the apron between the ropes the cage. He winds up his shirt and places it around Orlando’s throat while he is dragged to his feet in a defenseless position. The Icon is forced to gag for air, trying to pull the shirt away from his throat while Denile twists and turns his body to add more exertion to the choke. Devin slugs the prone Cruze to the face repeatedly while he is in this position. Ryan on the other hand hits him with knife edge chops across the sternum.
Dan: My God, the Alpha Generation doing a real number on Orlando Cruze!
Mayne: That they are Dan, that they are. They’re going to force him to re-evaluate rather he actually wanted this win or not, hahaha. I still like Lando though.
Hurse grabs the chair off the canvas, still cussing up a storm and growing increasingly red in the face. The tag team champs steps out of the way as Hurse rushes forward and drives the top edge of the chair again into Orlando’s ribs, forcing to bend forward. Hurse steps back and then drives the top edge of the chair again into Cruze’s jaw, causing him to stand up straight and fall spine first into the cables. Denile pulls back on his shirt again, continuing to strangle Orlando, cutting off all the air to his head. Orlando tries his best to pull the shirt away from his throat, but the amount of blood loss combined with this beat down just renders him defenseless, completely at the mercy of the Alpha Generation. Hurse turns and sets the chair up on the canvas before motioning for Devin and Ryan to do something. The tag champs nod with devious smiles before they grab Orlando by the wrists, Denile removing his shirt from around Cruze’s neck. Devin and Ryan hoist Cruze into the air and sit him on the top turnbuckle, the Icon falling back first almost unconsciously into the steel cage, the only thing keeping him from falling to the to the ground. Hurse quickly makes his way up the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope and slugging the seated Orlando to the face repeatedly, further opening him up. The Submission Champion bends the bloodied Orlando’s head forward, shouting into his crimson features.
Hurse: You want in the Lair, huh? You want this type of punishment brought down on you? That’s just fine, because you’ll live to regret your decisions you son of a bitch!
Hurse places Orlando in a front gantry and drags him up to his feet on the turnbuckle before he drops off the corner backwards. He pulls Orlando all the way from the top rope, head first into the set up chair in the ring with an evenflow DDT. The chair crumbles under the force of Orlando’s body before he bounces off and goes into convulsions on the canvas.
Dan: OH MY GOD NO!! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!
Mayne: Rather Orlando won here tonight is irrelevant at this point, because there’s no way he’s going to make it to the Weapon’s Lair now. The Alpha Generation are seeing to that.
Hurse turns onto his knees, looking around with Orlando’s blood smeared across his stomach and forearms. Devin and Ryan help Too Magnificent stand while Denile remains on the apron, looking confused as he stares around. Hurse overlooks the Alpha army and trembles with anger.
Hurse: Let’s get this Golden Ballroom over with. It’s about time Desolation proves where his loyalties lie.
The camera cuts to a bloodied, motionless Orlando on the canvas, who hasn’t moved an inch at all since being DDTed onto the chair. The only signs of life is the warm blood which continues to seep from his forehead and down his face.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE FINAL DECISION
The fans are still irate as the camera cuts back to the ring where a bloodied Orlando Cruze is tied up in the ropes, Ryan Mills slugging him to the face repeatedly. He grabs Cruze under the jaw and holds his almost lifeless face up, shouting into it in anger. The set up for the Golden Ballroom is prepared, with the three seats in the middle of the ring and the small mini-tron surrounded by gold in the background. Too Magnificent lurks in the background, holding his jaw and clutching a microphone at the same time with a crude bandage over his blood smeared features. Denile is located beside him, holding up his thick, yet battered frame. Hurse is standing on a turnbuckle, staring down at Orlando then back at the entry way. The cage has been returned to the rafters.
Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back and as you can see, we’re ready for tonight’s heavily publicized Golden Ballroom. Some answers will finally be revealed when Desolation comes out here and reveals rather he’s going to accept Hurse’s offer to become a member of the Alpha Generation or refuse.
Mayne: If he has brain one in his body he’ll accept. He can’t be stupid enough not to.
Too Magnificent raises the microphone to his lips with a foul expression on his face, Denile Partis and Devin Hawk located behind him, patting his wide, thick shoulders.
Too Magnificent: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for the biggest Golden Ballroom in ULW history!
A loud ovation comes from the fans, pumped to see what happens here tonight. Too Magnificent gets some more mobility in him after the attack from earlier tonight, cracking a smirk.
Too Magnificent: Because right here tonight, not only do we have the utter destruction of Orlando Cruze, but we’re also going to witness Desolation make the smartest decision of his career and join the Alpha Generation!
The sweaty Too Magnificent doubles over, blood still dried on his features as if he cannot continue. Hurse drops off the corner and approaches him, graciously taking the microphone out of Too Mag’s hands and turning towards the entry way.
Hurse: That’s right. Because.....
Fans: FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!
Hurse pauses, staring back and forth at the fans who are shouting such disgraceful comments at him and causing him to bite his lower lip to keep from imploding.
Mayne: Shut up you idiots! Don’t disrespect the great Hurse like this!
Hurse: I would thank all of you to not use such vulgar, disrespectful language when my new friend Desolation comes out here. And that’s not a plea, that’s an order.
The disrespect from the crowd becomes even more vocal while Hurse grimaces and continues.
Hurse: Now is the time we’ve all been waiting for, now is the time when Desolation will come to this ring and make it known to all you doubting Tom’s out there, where his allegiance lies. He’s going to come to this ring, drop to his knees before me and I will dub this great savior the next knight in the Alpha Generation army!
Dan: He’s entirely delusional.
Mayne: And like Desolation isn’t? These two are made to be part of the same group Dan.
The thought makes Hurse tremble with excitement. Ryan and Devin hold Orlando’s head up so that he can see all that is transpiring, as if he were actually conscious, or if he was if he’d even be able to see through the blood clouding his eyes.
Hurse: So no more waiting, no more doubting. The time is now, the time is here, the spotlights are brighter in the Golden Ballroom than anywhere else. Desolation, come out here and take your rightful place beside me so that we may rule this federation forever. Join me in Orlando’s destruction to commemorate this historic alliance.
The crowd’s excitement seems to be growing while the almost demented eyes of Hurse lock on the entry way. He looks more intense now than ever, but strangely in a jovial type of way.
Mayne: Oh man, I’ve been waiting for this moment all week, now we’re finally going to see the most historic sight in ULW history. Desolation is going to join the Alpha Generation!
Douglas: I just can’t buy it happening. I just can’t.....
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Lights begins to flash as the electronic noise of the opening to Tarot's "I Rule." As the distorted strings kick in, the arena lights begin to flash, Desolation's logo appearing on the Jumbotron. Unlike his usual entrance through the crowd, Desolation emerges from the curtains with the ULW World Heavyweight title over his shoulder, his other straps absent at this junction in time. Hurse’s smile only gets wider at the sight of him while Desolation tilts his head, examining the Submission Champion speculatively yet smugly. He marches down the ramp, not spending time to casually embrace his fans, instead he remains focused on his path to the ring.
Mayne: There he is, Desolation! The World Champion is actually out here Dan, that’s step one. I’m so excited about this.
Dan: I can’t wait till this is over.
Desolation hops onto the apron and keeps his eyes focused on Hurse, who seems almost panicked at the sight of the World Champion. With a slight smirk on his own face, Desolation slips through the cables and slowly saunters forward in Hurse’s direction. The Submission Champion is still breathing uneasy, brimming with joy while the microphone is lifted to his lips.
Hurse: Desolation it is great to see you as always. I tell you, it’s the biggest joy of my professional wrestling career whenever I have the opportunity to share the ring with you, Champ. Bud.
The fans find the last comment rather awkward while Desolation just sticks out his jaw and shrugs his shoulders a bit.
Hurse: Now normally it be my honor to hand you this microphone and listen as you verbally slay someone, or us all; but since right now isn’t the appropriate time for fun and games, or your usual brand of lunacy, I’m gonna keep hold of the mic. Because I ask this respectfully of you, and I think I’ve been fair in giving you more than enough time to reach a logical conclusion; but all I want from you is a handshake. That’s right a handshake to cement the deal, to join together under one flag of dedication to destroying all those who cross our paths. We’ll be unstoppable. After all, you saw what the Alpha Generation just did to Orlando Cruze, imagine that type of brutality on a grander scale, on a global scale even! All you have to do to make this so, is shake my hand Desolation. Put it there good pal.
Hurse thrusts his hand out in Desolation’s direction, palm open and fingers twiddling. The World Champion briefly glances down at his hand then back into Hurse’s face rather apathetically. He makes no attempts to reciprocate the handshake. Hurse keeps his smile forced though and his hand stuck rigidly outward. His eyes cut back and forth to the Alpha Generation members, none of them appearing pleased by this lack of response from Desolation.
Hurse: Come on now Desolation, I know you’ve been dying to do this just as badly as I have. Just stick your hand out and shake mine, and we’ll seal this deal. Don’t make a fool out of me, go ahead, I won’t bite.
Hurse keeps thrusting his hand out closer towards the World Champion, the Dark Man keeping that same apathetic, disinterested expression on his face. Hurse’s smile begins to lower and sink into a frown, embarrassed that Desolation won’t shake his hand. Devin and Ryan step up closer behind the Dark Man.
Mayne: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for Des....
Suddenly Desolation takes hold of Hurse’s palm and shakes his hand, a huge smile forming on both men’s faces and the crowd screaming out of both anger and shock.
Mayne: Oh, there he goes.
Dan: No, this can’t be, this can’t be. Desolation just shook Hurse’s hand! That means he’s joining with the Alpha Generation!
Desolation’s chest heaves with laughter while Hurse’s does the same, both men continuing to shake one another’s hands. Smirks fill Too Mag’s, Denile’s, Ryan’s, and Devin’s faces, some of them clapping over this achievement. Desolation refuses to let go of Hurse’s hand though, as both men continue to stand there shaking hands. With his free palm though, the Dark gestures for the microphone, Hurse graciously handing it over then requesting another one. The time keeper disgustedly enters the ring and pawns one off on Hurse.
Hurse: How does it feel Desolation, how does it feel? I bet your just surging with Alpha energy right now! Can you feel it man, can you feel it?
The World Champion keeps a big goofy, uncharacteristic smile on his face while still shaking Hurse’s hand.
Desolation: You know, I do feel something. I do feel a little more empowered right now. How about somebody gives me one of those fancy t-shirts your all wearing?
Hurse nods excitedly, like a kid meeting his all time hero.
Hurse: Well you know what Desolation, I thought you might ask for one. That’s why I had Ryan bring en extra one with him. But its not just any Alpha Generation t-shirt, on sale for $19.95 plus shipping and handling fees, but it’s one we made specially for you. You can pay me for it later. Ryan, would you please?
Mills reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rolled up shirt, before unveiling it to Desolation. On the shirt, the Alpha Generation members are lined up in a row, but where Jackson Adams’ face use to be is now covered by a picture of Desolation taped over it. The crowd has a mixed response at the sight of this while Ryan places the shirt on Desolation’s shoulder, patting it reassuringly in the process. The Dark Man appears overwhelmed, whipping a fake tear from his eye with the back of his hand.
Dan: This is just too much.
Mayne: This is great, Dan, the greatest sight in ULW history, this will be remember for years to come.
The Submission Champion still can’t get his hand away from the Dark Man’s while the Champ speaks with heart felt emotion into the microphone again.
Desolation: You know, I have to admit, you got me Hurse, you got everyone with your little ploy. You know the fake retirement, the being the AG prophet all along. You certainly swindled us, hahaha.
Desolation wears a toothy grin while he points straight at Hurse, who points back with an equally as wide smile.
Desolation: But you see, you got a trophy for your masterful acting last week, so now I’m left to ask myself, where’s my trophy? Don’t you have a trophy for Desolation?
Hurse seems confused by the statement, a bit worried in fact before he snaps his fingers and smiles again.
Hurse: You know what, I thought you might ask for that. Therefore, I graciously, and humbly bestow upon you, your own Desolation Excellent Trophy. Ryan.
Mills reaches into his other pocket, apparently they have a lot of depth to them and removes a small bowling trophy, quickly bestowing it upon Desolation. The Dark Man motions for him to put it at his feet, still not taking his hand away from Hurse’s.
Desolation: Why that was awfully sweet of you, Steven.
Hurse: I’m a sweet kind of guy.
Desolation: Yeah, yeah. But you know what else is missing from this situation? You know what can really make me feel at ease? How about some midgets? You can never go wrong with midgets. They help bring importance to any situation. So can you bring some colorful midgets out here to dance around the ring and such and sing my praises?
The request seems odd to Hurse at first before he smiles and begins to point at Desolation with his free hand.
Hurse: You know, I thought you might ask for that, which is why I’ve had the entire surviving cast of the Ompa Lumpas from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory flown in for your amusement. Boys, send them out!
Alcoholic, dumpy looking midgets emerge from the back, dressed in Desolation attire. Some of their guts look bigger than their whole body. One seems to be smoking a cigarette and coughing up a lung on the way to the ring. Yet a long line of them emerge and make their way around the ring, motioning towards their Desolation shirts and holding up replica title belts.
Dan: This just took a turn into the twilight zone.
Mayne: Wow, Hurse has anticipated all of Desolation’s requests thus far.
Desolation’s smile seems to be fading though, thought setting in and perplexing him, which Hurse doesn’t like the sight of.
Hurse: What’s wrong, Desolation? Is there something I can fix? If so I will. Is Orlando stinking up the place, if so I’ll have him thrown out with the trash tomorrow, no problem.
Desolation: No, no, its not that.
Desolation raises his head and stares towards the rafters, still thinking.
Desolation: I’m just wondering if it wouldn’t make the moment even more enjoyable if I had a nice big solid gold Desolation statue erected for me. With glowing jewels for eyes. I’d like him to be in one of those Herculean positions, with Hellkat in his arms, and my little offspring Tia gazing up at her heroic father. Plus, I’d like John Cena to be taking a big hefty dump in the background to commemorate his match with Michaels at WrestleMania. And I’d also enjoy having a few of these midgets encased in gold and put around the feet of my statue. Do you have something like that? It would really make this feel so much more auspicious to me.
Obviously Hurse had no idea such a ridiculous request would be made, his eyes batting repeatedly while he slowly lifts his microphone to his smiling lips.
Hurse: No, I’m afraid I don’t have that one.....
Desolation: Oooooh, pity....
Desolation’s grin fades slightly while he drops his head in a pouting gesture.
Desolation: What fucking use are you then?
Desolation pulls Hurse forward into a blistering superkick under the jaw. The crowd erupts in a wave of shock as Hurse turns and tumbles onto his posterior, looking completely knocked out.
Mayne: No! What did you do Desolation!?!
Dan: He knocked Hurse’s block off, yes, yes!
The Champion turns and spits down at Hurse before the shocked Alpha Generation pounce upon him. Desolation turns and sends Mills down with a right to the jaw. He back elbows Denile to the face and knocks him away before chopping Too Magnificent to the sternum. Too Mag is sent into a spiral before the World Champion kicks Devin to the gut and begins to slug him repeatedly to the face. The fans are still going nuts at the sight of this before Denile, Ryan, and Too Magnificent step back in, beginning to club him repeatedly over the back with wild arms. Yet they can’t take down the adrenaline fueled World Champion. From the backstage area to a surprisingly rousing ovation, charges Jackson Adams.
Dan: Here comes your former hero Billy, Jackson Adams is on his way to the ring!
Mayne: Jackson, if you have any appreciation for me as one of your last remaining fans, don’t do this!
The crowd is still cheering as Jackson slips under the ropes and steps up behind Devin, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. Adams chops Devin across the chest then grabs him by the back of the head, turning him towards the cables and rushing him at them. He throws Hawk over the top rope while Desolation back elbows Denile to the ribs and starts slugging Mills to the face. Too Magnificent turns towards Jackson in front of the cables and rushes in. Adams drops down and grabs the top rope though, pulling it down with him to low bridge Too Magnificent, who spills over it to the outside now. Desolation spins around and connects with a violent back heel kick to Denile’s gut that knocks him off of his feet and onto his back, rolling across the canvas. The Champion turns and bolts forward at Ryan, who is using the cables to stand before he lariats him over the top rope to the outside. The crowd is buzzing with excitement while Hurse gets to a crawling base, still holding his jaw in agony, just coming through. Desolation slowly steps up beside him, standing over the Submission Champion now with a demented glint present in his eyes. The fans can feel his anger, the situation about to explode before their very eyes.
Mayne: Uh oh. Do something Hurse, run, run for the hills.
Douglas: He’s nothing short of a dead man.
Hurse reaches out and feels the pants leg beside him before his face contorts with terror. His eyes slowly follow the pants leg up to Desolation’s smirking face, causing Hurse to fall over and place his hand over his heart. The terrified Submission Champion puts both palms up, begging for mercy while Desolation just shakes his head, insinuating that he will get none of it. That’s when Desolation is turned around and pulled down into the canvas face first with the unprettier from Jackson Adams. The crowd reacts with disgust and surprise over what they just witnessed while Desolation bounces off the canvas and drops onto his back. Jackson sits on the ring now with a disturbing smile on his face.
Dan: Wait a minute, wait a minute! Jackson Adams just hit Desolation with the unprettier! What the hell does this mean?
Jackson turns onto his knees and stares at a smiling Hurse now, both men sharing a grin and a chuckle over this set up.
Mayne: It means we’ve been had again, Dan. Jackson Adams is still a member of the Alpha Generation, hahaha!
Jackson moves towards Hurse and grabs him under the arm, helping him to his feet as both men stand over top of Desolation now. The World Champion is still out of it after the unprettier while the rest of the Alpha Generation begin to climb back onto the apron, all of them grinning from ear to ear. Hurse grabs Jackson by the wrist and raises his arm into the air to a chorus of boos before the contender for the world title bends forward and begins to shout into Desolation’s dazed face.
Hurse: I said I had a contingency plan you rat bastard! You’ve made the biggest mistake of your life, and now Jackson Adams is going to personally make you suffer for it. Get him Adams.
Jackson steps back rubbing his hands together gleefully while Hurse steps away and claps, all the while gesturing towards Desolation.
Jackson: With pleas.....
I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED!
Jackson’s eyes open wide with surprise when these words are screamed through the PA system. A large knot can be seen in his throat, coinciding with the massive fan response from the crowd as through the curtains storms Annihilation General Manager, AWOL. He isn’t wearing a suit this time though, instead he’s dressed in his old ring gear, and the ring is exactly where he’s headed.
Dan: It’s AWOL! It’s AWOL!
Mayne: What the hell is he doing here!?! I thought he was taken out by the Alpha Generation.
The crowd is just going insane while AWOL moves towards the ring with a purpose, and a twisted expression of anger on his face. Jackson is shaking his head with a cold sweat trickling down his face, Hurse backing up and also shaking his head. The rest of the Alpha Generation enter the ring and step to opposite sides of Adams and Hurse, waiting for AWOL who has paused at the end of the ramp. The General Manager glares straight into the ring, straight at Jackson Adams, who looks a little more calm with his posse watching his back. However, that doesn’t stop AWOL who lungs towards the ring, sliding under the ropes. Before he can get to his feet, Denile charges right at him and eats an uppercut to the jaw. Partis is taken down by the stiff shot as Mills rushes at him only to be caught with a drop toe hold by Desolation, who just awoke. Mills crashes to the canvas while AWOL gets to his feet and big boots an in rushing Devin Hawk, taking him right back down to the canvas. Throughout the chaos, Kloe has emerged from the back, untying Cruze’s arms from the ropes and helping him to the outside of the ring. Desolation gets to his feet and begins to slug Too Magnificent to the jaw repeatedly now, backing him up towards the ropes. AWOL turns and levels Denile again with another uppercut, taking him down to the canvas into a roll to the outside of the ring. Adams charges up behind AWOL and clubs him to the back, the fans booing as Jackson punches him again and again to the spine before he turns, rushing to the cables behind him. Adams bounces off and comes back in when AWOL turns and catches him with a huge spinning powerslam that rocks the entire ring. Jackson arches his back from the canvas while AWOL stands over top of him with a menacing expression. He grabs Jackson by the shoulder and sits him up before bending down to lock in the War Crimes. Ryan and Devin both reach under the ropes and grab Adams’ ankles, dragging him out of the ring and to safety though. Desolation steps back and superkicks Too Magnificent over the ropes to the outside of the ring, before Hurse grabs the World title off the canvas, charging up behind the Dark Man. Desolation turns towards him abruptly and flashes his furious, disturbing eyes, causing Hurse to hit an invisible brick wall, tumbling onto his posterior. He drops the belt and scurries backwards across the ring, spilling under the ropes.
Douglas: What a shocking way to end Annihilation. Desolation has told Hurse a big emphatic “no,” and AWOL has returned to reclaim his position of power!
Mayne: This is the worse ending ever.
Adams and Hurse back up towards Denile, Devin and Ryan, Too Magnificent still getting to his feet. The entire Alpha Generation stand amassed at the end of the ramp though pointing and shouting at the two individuals in the ring. AWOL and World Champion Desolation stand side by side, glaring at the group outside the ring.
Dan: What an Annihilation just two weeks removed from Paranoia? What’s going to happen next week on our last stop before the big one!?!
Mayne: I don’t know Dan, but there’s going to be hell to pay for all of this, mark my words.
Desolation and AWOL continue to glare towards the outside of the ring with truly intense expressions on their faces while the Alpha Generation remain huddled on the ramp, shouting at the men who just laid them out.
FADE TO BLACK