The ULW symbol appears across the screen, before fading back into the darkness, from which it was created.

Just then the lyrics of Just Stop hits in the background, the lead tune being proved by Disturbed. Images of various Annihilation competitors can be seen as they bombard the screen, tying in with the music.

Just stop enough of the limitless critical comments on my life
Just stop the judgment and all of your pseudo-involvement in my life
Step back a moment, and look at the miracle starting in our life
Don't stop the moment, and let the incredible happen knowing that

Shots of Chapel are shown walking down the ramp with a conniving grin on his face, Synclaire occupying his side. This is replaced with a shot of Orlando Cruze lifting Lethal Weapon into the air into the rock bottom, planting him viciously to the canvas at Paranoia. A scene featuring Chris Hunter and Jackson Adams slapping hands together into a shake takes over the screen, Robin tied to the ropes behind them. The music begins to kick up as AWOL and Chapel are shown standing eye to eye in the ring, the title glistening over the Big Crazy Bastard's shoulder.

All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
To be the best in the world

A shot showcasing Desolation dancing against Romeo Damascus flash by quickly, being replaced with focus upon Robin Brooks hitting a standing shooting star press on top of Krissie McMorris, putting her down for the three count. Shots are shown of Lethal hitting the Golden Bullet Spear on Nathan Creed, taking him down hard to the canvas. It switches into an image of Phantom strolling through a thick blanket of fog in a methodical manner.

Just stop with all of your little deliberate problems with my life
Enough of all the crippling, terrible pain we feel inside
Step back a moment, remember how the miracle started in our life
Take back the torment; I won't be enjoying this moment knowing that

Nathan Creed is featured standing on a turnbuckle with both the Livewire title and Xtreme title belts in his hands. We then see Romeo Damascus hitting the Dark Man to the chest with a spinning shin kick straight to his chest. The image is broken into with shots featuring the tag team champions, Jason Devlin and Derek Drake hitting a vicious torture rack backbreaker, reverse neckbreaker combination. Robin takes up the camera's view dropkicking Jackson Adams with the Livewire gold around his waist, down to the canvas. It is then replaced with a shot of Desolation giving Orlando a hug in the center of the ring.

All that you want is to criticize
Something for nothing
And all that I want is forgiveness one more time
I know that
All that we want is to feel inside
Some kind of comfort
And all that we've done
We can hide
We'll be the best in the world

Chapel's face floods the screen, pint up with rage as he gives Lethal the torture rack backbreaker with great delight. Before further torment of Weapon can go on, the video fades into a hazy shot of Desolation reversing Orlando Cruze's rockbottom into a roll up. Chris Hunter is featured once again, this time giving Phantom a beatdown on the outside of the ring. This image is cut into by shot of Robin Brooks flipping almost in slow motion through the air from the top of a cage, vaulting onto a crowd of individuals standing on the floor. It finally cuts into another image of Jackson Adams and Chris Hunter standing on the ramp, grinning back at the ring. The eyes of Phantom are shown once more, his face snarling at Nathan as he rushes in and splashes him against the turnbuckle. Creed is shown giving the Courtesy Call to Jackson Adams, before the final image features AWOL standing on a corner at Paranoia, holding the World title above his head as fireworks explode in the heavens above him.



The camera cuts to the inside of a jam packed, crazed arena, every fan in attendance standing upright and showing their appreciation for the commencement of what should be an epic night in the annals of Annihilation history. Fireworks immediately explode from numerous turnbuckles, sending a shower of red sparks down upon the ring, and the staging area as well. The house lights raise in conjunction with the fireworks while the fans continue to cheer rather loudly, very excited about being on hand live for this impending program.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, if you accidently changed the channel, and somehow haven’t figured out what your watching out, then luckily you’ve tuned into the latest edition of Annihilation!

Billy Mayne: Thanks for the introduction Dan, but I’m sure I could have come up with something, I don’t know, clever. Anyhow, this is Billy Mayne, joined by Dan Douglas, who seems to follow me everywhere I go, and we’re on tap for what should be an exciting night.

Douglas: Billy, the only people who follow you around are the loyal members of the Star Trek fan club, which your not only the president of, but also a member. Pointless jabs at Billy’s personal life aside though, we got some big things on tap for tonight’s program, including the Number One Contender’s Tournament, pitting Jackson Adams against Lethal Weapon, in what should be a stellar performance.

Mayne: Not to mention the apparent arrival of AWOL this evening to compete against Chapel and Orlando Cruze in a triple threat, that is of course if AWOL can work up the courage to face the man he’s been hiding from over the past few months, in the form of the War Angel.

Douglas: We’ll have answers tonight on what should be an incredible Annihilation.


PHANTOM VS. DESOLATION


The arena lights dim as the opening cords of Paint it Black by the Rolling Stones plays seamlessly over the PA system, leading into the emergence of one Desolation through the crowd. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audiance. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd.

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

Desolation steps up onto the barrier between the upper deck and floor seats, raising one fist into the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him. He stands up straight, removing his own, personal microphone from the back of his pants and lifting it to his lips with the fans still appreciating the arrival of the legendary ULW competitor.

Douglas: And we’re kicking things off with a good one on one match pitting Desolation, the technical genius, and the killer of seriousness here in the ULW, against Phantom.

Mayne: Yeah, but once again it looks like he’s going to run his big mouth instead of wrestling. We don’t pay good hard earned cash to listen to him rant about things that piss him off, such as seriousness, we pay to see him wrestle.

Dan: Billy, you don’t pay for anything besides your dates.

Billy: I didn’t pay for anything, my mother did to get me out of that awkward teen years.

Douglas: Oookay, a little too much information there.

Desolation saunters back and forth in the ring, the crowd cheering while a piece of paper sticks from the back of his pants pocket.

Desolation: Hello those of you who are still tuned into Annihilation that haven’t become brain dead from the overall redundancy of yet another standard opening to this show. Jeez, you’d think they’d come up with something better to open up this program than five minutes of Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas tearing into one another about stuff none of us could give a shit about. Oh well, you could never accuse Mark Comeau of creating a quality program, with the exception of the overuse of five star matches that have become such a standard here in the ULW, that they’ve lost all sense of speciality or importance.

A groan escapes the lips of the fans as Desolation pauses and overlooks them, raising his shoulders and tilting his head while nodding it. He mouths the words, “it’s true, it’s true.”

Desolation: So, I think I’ll take it upon myself to change things up a little bit this evening, alter the norm that everyone has become accustom to. Therefore, seeing as I’m moments away from competing in a completely irrelevantly booked match, I’m going to spice this scenario up just a tad. You see, Phantom usually takes about twenty minutes to reach the ring anyhow for his Undertakerish entrance, so we’ve got plenty of time to bring out some special guest that I’ve flown in to make the “Devil’s Associate,” hahaha, feel a little more at home.

The Dark Man cannot resist the temptation to bend forward and hold his ribs, laughing to himself at the thought of the moniker Phantom possesses. He shakes his head and wipes away a fake tear before continuing.

Desolation: Anyhow, allow me to introduce to you all, two people I’m sure a gothic type like Phantom knows very well, and may have stolen his inspiration from......

Desolation turns, extending his hand outward towards the rampway as the curtains part and rather eery sounding music begins to play over the PA system. The crowd immediately begins to laugh as a man dressed in a large plastic Count Chochula costume strolls out onto the stage, followed by a man adorned in a Frankenberry costume. Desolation looks excited with wide eyes, clapping his hands as the two famous cereal icons march towards the ring, pivoting between feet on their way to the squared circle.

Mayne: Oh come on now, this has just gone beyond the point of ridiculous.

Douglas: Hahaha, this is priceless.

Billy: Of course you would find this funny, you’ve had your nose up Desolation’s ass since day one.

Frankenberry and Count Chochula continue towards the ring, stopping at both sides of it while Desolation looks eagerly back and forth at them.

Desolation: Wow guys, it’s great that both of you would come out here tonight to respectfully cheer on your fellow kooky cartoonish heretic, who according to my clock should take another thirty minutes to reach the ring.....

Dragula by Rob Zombie plays as the arena flights flicker white, the drums come on as they flicker stops and white smoke fills the entrance area. Phantom comes walking out as he jumps in the air landing at the beginning of the decline in the ramp and giving Desolation the stare of death. The Dark Man stands in the ring, glaring at an imaginary watch around his wrist and yawning loudly. . He begins to walk down towards the ring while Desolation lays down on the canvas, going to sleep from the amount of time it’s taking for Phantom to reach the squared circle. Soon as he hits the ring fireworks go off from each of the four corners and the white lights flicker again.

Mayne: God, I hope Phantom squashes Desolation like a bug, like a bug I say!

Douglas: Adding an explanation point to the conclusion of a statement you’ve already made, doesn’t make it anymore creative or exciting Billy. Anyhow, it’s good to see Phantom out here ready to compete after that injury caused to him by the Alpha Generation, a group the Phantom is nowhere near done with.

Billy: If he was smart, he’d be done with them, mark my words. If you mess with the Alpha Generation, your toying with the conclusion of your own career.

Phantom quickly steps in as he throws a right hand into the face of Desolation. Desolation stumbles backwards from the brute strength of the shots. Desolation staggers backwards with the fury of fist striking him repeatedly across the face, Phantom unleashing all of his frustrations upon him after what he just saw Desolation do, bringing out all of these breakfast cereal monsters to make fun of his personality.. Suddenly Desolation blocks one of the attempts and delivers a big time knee to the gut. Phantom bends forward in pain as Desolation clubs him over the back, the fans beginning to shout with cheers. With a hard blow to the shoulder blades Phantom collapses onto his knees. Desolation has a smirk on his face before grabbing a hold of Phantom's hair, starting to braid it almost before launching a hard knee into the side of his face. Phantom immediately spills onto his back holding his face as well as the top of his noggin while Desolation looks at his hands is disgust and begins to wipe them on his pants legs.

Desolation: Dear God man, take a bath at least once a month.

The crowd begins to laugh as Desolation as a smirk slowly grows across Desolation's face as Phantom gets onto his knees looking shocked while he uses the ropes for support. Desolation now points at Phantom and swipes his hand in front of his face, implying that the stench is unbearable. Phantom remains on his knees momentarily before shaking his head. He suddenly lunges onto his feet and rushes at Desolation, spearing him to the midsection and taking him down to the canvas to a mixed reaction.

Billy: Phantom taking down Desolation!!

Dan: He looks absolutely furious over the antics of Desolation.

Phantom is enraged as he straddles Desolation, beginning to deck him in the face repeatedly in a very intense state. He quickly gets back to his feet and grabs Desolation by the hair, standing him up and clutching a hold of his wrist. With all of his strength he whips Desolation towards the turnbuckle, falling onto his chest and stomach from the shere force of the throw. Desolation turns his back towards the turnbuckle before slamming into it at a devestating velocity. The force of the impact so severe he bounces off and collapses face first onto the canvas. He reaches for his lower back in obvious pain as Phantom gets to his feet and steps towards him.

Billy: Desolation hitting that turnbuckle at a brutal speed. Take that for all your stupid goof ball antics Dark Man.

Dan: Phantom launching him into it with all of his strength.

Phantom grabs him around the neck and pulls him to his feet. Phantom lifts Desolation into the air and drags him back down to the canvas with a vicious suplex. Desolation pops back up into a seated position before falling down to the ring once more. Phantom quickly gets to his feet and stomps him to the forehead. He now pulls him to his feet once more before burying his shoulder to his gut. The crowd's reaction once again escalates as Phantom rushes him backwards into the turnbuckle with brute force. Desolation yells in horrendous pain before an angry look overcomes him. Phantom quickly stands all the way up and hits him with several right hands to the face before taking a few steps backwards. He briefly motions for the crowd to get to it's feet before he rushes in for another spear to Desolation's ribs. Desolation suddenly steps forward and jumps into the air, connecting with a huge knee lift to Phantom's face. The force of the blow sends Phantom collapsing to the canvas and grabbing his forehead while Desolation falls into the ropes, using them to keep his balance.

Dan: Dear lord what a knee lift by Desolation.

Billy: Desolation showing some of his veteran qualities, I hate the fact that this man actually has some wrestling abilities.

The fan's reaction changes at this shift in control as Desolation steps towards Phantom and jumps into the air, delivering a huge leg drop across his throat. Phantom's legs kick up from the weight coming down across his head as Desolation gets to his feet. He now places the back of his foot to Phantom's forehead before sliding it across the bridge of his scalp. Phantom grabs his face in pain as Desolation steps to the center of the ring with a pumped glare in his eyes, turning to wait on Phantom. Phantom reaches out and grabs the ropes as he slowly pulls himself upwards. As he finally reaches his feet. Desolation immediatly steps in and wraps his arms around Phantom's waist before dropping back and delivering a huge belly to belly suplex. Phantom’s massive body soars across the ring before crashing across his spine on the canvas. He yells out in pain yet immediately gets onto his knees, pushing himself up. Desolation instantly jumps into the air and wraps his legs around Phantom' neck and delivers a huge hurricarana.. Phantom crashes across the canvas once more and now lies racked with pain.

Billy: A series of brutal moves by Desolation, I can’t believe he has the strength to lift that massive Phantom here in the opening match of Annihilation.

Desolation gets back to his feet smirking as he steps towards the pain ridden Phantom who is now on his knees. Desolation grabs him by the wrist and yanks him up before pulling him into his shoulders. He quickly stands up with Phantom spread across his shoulders, once again showing incredible strength as he sets up for some type of huge move.

Billy: Desolation's going for some type maneuver involving the fireman's carry, how can he keep lifting this huge Phantom?

Dan: We could be seeing the end of this battle.

Suddenly Phantom slides off his shoulders and lands behind his back, wrapping his arms around the confused Desolation's waist. The fans explodes as Phantom drops back and pulls Desolation through the air, delivering a huge German suplex. Desolation crashes across the back of his head and rolls onto his chest and stomach.

Phantom looks to be in some pain as he slowly gets to his feet holding his lower back. Desolation immediatedly rises when Phantom steps towards him and places his hands to the chest and ribs of Desolation, using all of his strength to gorrilla press him into the air. Flashbulbs ignite throughout the arena as Phantom steps in a half circle in the center of the ring, the pain reflected on his contorted facial features. He now throws Desolation down to the canvas with an absolute brute strength before jumping into the air and stomping the canvas when he comes back down. He makes a cut the air taunt with both arms in front of him as soon as his feet hit the canvas, letting out a massive roar that causes the jamp packed arena to go bonkers.

Dan: Desolation has awoken the monster inside of Phantom.

A look of pure rage fills the face of Phantom while Desolation gets to his knees grabbing his lower back. He almost seems to be begging for him to stand up as he uses the second rope to assist in doing so. He turns towards Phantom slowly when Phantom kicks him to the gut and pulls his head between his legs underhooking one of his arms inciting a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd.

Billy: Oh no, Phantom maybe setting up for something big here.

He now reaches down to hook up the other arm when Desolation begins to squirm, causing Phantom to release his other arm. Desolation now stands up and launches Phantom into the air, throwing him across the ring before he crashes onto his back.

Desolation stumbles into the ropes, using them for support with a rather surprised expression on his face, while Frakenberry and Chochula boo on the outside of the ring. Phantom writhes in pain for a moment when Desolation steps towards him and stomps Phantom to the forehead. Before the Devil’s Associate has time to react Desolation grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He now gets behind his back and hooks up both of his arms, lifting him into the air and allowing Phantom to hang over his back as he sets up for the vertibreaker, causing the crowd to begin cheering. Phantom slides backwards off his shoulder, landing behind him. Phantom quickly backs into the ropes and charges at Desolation who suddenly turns around and catches him, lifting Phantom into the air before delivering an absolutely vicious spinebuster. The crowd lets out a moan at the sound of the collision as Desolation stands up grinning.

Billy: What an intense spinebuster by Desolation! Damn him and his quick reversals.

Phantom rolls onto his side, appearing to be in a great deal of pain. Desolation now grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet quickly. He places him in a sidebuster position before dropping him spine first across his knee, continuing to show incredible strength against this large imposing figure. Phantom yells out in pain as he rolls off Desolation's leg and onto his stomach. Desolation stands up and points to the back of Phantom, before looking around at the fans, seemingly asking them if he should start working it over. They begin to cheer while others have a mixed reaction. He nods his head, agreeing with the members of the fans who are supporting him before he steps towards the down Phantom. He steps over his back and grabs Phantom around the jaw, pulling him up into a camel clutch style submission. As soon as he gets the hold locked in though, Phantom slides backwards under the legs of Desolation, standing up behind his back unexpectedly and grabbing him around the head. He drops back into a huge reverse DDT, planting the head of Desolation straight into the canvas.

Billy: Both of these men are down and out, we may not have a winner at all.

Dan: Somehow I don't think the head office would allow such a trevesty to occur. And I’m sure we’d never hear the end of it from Desolation.

The crowd continues to stand and watch as Phantom shows the first signs of movement, rolling onto his hands and knees. Phantom crawls towards the ropes, grabbing them and pulling himself up. Once he has gotten all the way to his feet his eyes shoot to the turnbuckle inciting a huge reaction from the capacity crowd. Phantom steps towards the turnbuckle and begins to scale it slowly.

Billy: What is Phantom going for? Doesn’t he know he’s like really fat?

Dan: I have no idea! I think Desolation’s bashing of him has incited him to do something high risk.

The fans watch on in an astonished state, prepared to see this large superstar soar as Phantom obtains his balance on the top rope. He stares down at the motionless Desolation with the pain well represented upon his face. He prepares to lunge through the air. The referee checks on Desolation who suddenly nips up onto his feet and rushes up the turnbuckle, straight at him. Desolation grabs him by the head and pulling his head under his armpit.

Billy: This really doesn't look good for Phantom! Do something you cereal eating son of a bitch! Wait a minute, did I just play into one of the forced jabs Desolation made at Phantom? Dammit.

Douglas: Join the club Billy.

The crowd watches on in shock when Desolation delivers a DDT off the top rope.

Billy: Ohhhhh!!!!!

Dan: A huge DDT off the top rope.

Billy: This thing is over!!

Phantom looks completely out of it from the devestating manuever. Desolation slowly gets to his feet holding his back and neck. Phantom shows no signs of movement as Desolation covers him.

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2

Phantom kicks out at the last second!

Billy: Phantom kicked out at the very last second, yes, yes, thank God, Desolation’s winning streak won’t continue!

Desolation looks annoyed before he grabs Phantom by the hair, slowly pulling him to his feet. The crowd showers him with a mixed reaction as he shrugs his shoulders, implying that he has no idea how Phantom kicked out of that last move. He continues to drag Phantom upward when the Devil’s Associate suddenly pulls Desolation forward into his shoulders. He stands up straight, yelling out for the Insomnia as the crowd unleashes a mixed reaction. Suddenly Desolation turns though and slides down the back of Phantom, grabbing him around the waist and rolling him over in reverse into a sunset flip. He stands up quickly though, not going for the pinfall before he turns Phantom over onto his chest and stomach. He locks up his legs and then pulls him up into the air by the arms before falling back first into the ropes. He bounces off the cables and releases the wrists of Phantom coming down with his foot pressed to Phantom’s upper back, connecting with the Curb Stomp Alpha for the first time in his ULW career. Phantom’s face crashes into the canvas violently before Desolation drops to his side and pushes him over onto his back, falling into the cover.

Mayne: No, not that modified version of the Curb Stomp!!

Douglas: Desolation hit it, and he may be victorious here tonight as a result.

The referee drops quickly down to the canvas, making the count.

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2

3

The arena explodes into cheers as Desolation rises to his knees and looks around at the fans with a rather disappointed expression on his face. He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head as if having no idea what to think over the match.

Douglas: Desolation has done it Billy, he’s beaten Phantom.

Mayne: Dammit, is there nobody who can stop his fucking streak!?! I’m starting to lose all hope in humanity here.

Desolation stands up in the ring, looking slightly pleased with himself while Phantom exits the squared circle, dropping onto his feet upon the outside mats. Count Chochula and Frankenberry come over to Phantom, patting him on the shoulders before he shoves them away in anger, shouting at them to leave him alone. Desolation strolls to the center of the ring, covered in sweat as he asks for Susie Moore at ringside to pitch him another microphone. She quickly does so, Deso snatching out of the air and lifting it to his mouth.

Mayne: Oh man, it wasn’t bad enough of him to win this match and continue his streak, but now he’s got to talk again too?

Douglas: Desolation with certainly a lot to say tonight.

Desolation lifts the microphone to his mouth slowly while retrieving that piece of paper from his back pocket.

Desolation: Well, big shock, that match wasn’t the five star classic people were expecting, and didn’t last for over an hour, just like every match that takes place on Annihilation. Sorry if that disappointed the one fan who still cares about such lengthy matches every time. Anyhow, instead of wasting time, I’ve got something I must state, something of actual importance, and that’s this contract I stole from Comeua’s office two weeks ago....

Desolation holds the contract in his hand out in front of the fans, who don’t seem to know what to think of it.

Desolation: This piece of paper, which my daughter Tia saw fit to draw a stick figure of AWOL constipated sitting on a toilet, following in her father’s footsteps, upon, is actually of very vital importance. Because this contract gives me the right........

Desolation draws out the suspense by looking back and forth quickly with a very eager expression on his face.

Desolation: .....To book my very own show here on Annihilation. Which I shall do, next week!

The fans have a very loud reaction, all of them jumping for joy while Desolation tilts his head and nods it, feigning excitement.

Mayne: No, no way in hell this can be happening!

Douglas: Oh God, this is great, Desolation actually has the power to book his own show next week. I can’t wait!

Billy: Yeah, you say that now, but wait till next week when Desolation has you calling matches with Bob and Ron Rath. This is horrible, just, just horrible!

Desolation continues to look rather excited as he approaches the ropes and slides through them onto the apron, continuing to stare at the contract he stole from Comeau’s office.


NO ADMITTANCE ALLOWED


Several eager faces fill the camera’s frame, everyone of them belonging to gentlemen dressed in police uniforms, standing shoulder to shoulder. They look rather excited about the atmosphere in the arena this evening, yet keep stern expressions on their faces, forming a semi circle around someone as they all stare towards the center. They look to be occupying the backstage parking lot entrance to the arena, their backs aimed in the direction of the ramp leading to the outside of the facility. Boos echo throughout the arena as into the camera quickly strolls none other than the General Manager Mark Comeau, dressed in a very professional manner for this evening, but looking very agitated, angst ridden over something. Behind him strolls Jackson Adams with the Livewire title over his shoulder, as well as Sean Sparks who is casually combing his hair to absolute perfection. And finally, the last man amongst the quartet, is Rusty Cage, who looks around with a brooding intense expression on his features.

Mark stops just a few inches away from the guards who are lined up in front of him, each of them falling silent at the sight of the upset GM.

Mark: Gentlemen, I’ve just come back here to make sure that you understand your job qualifications for the evening.....

They all look around, a little unsure of their motives for being here as they shrug their shoulders out of confusion. Mark rolls his eyes and rubs his temples before Jackson steps in to speak for the agitated General Manager, still having a bald spot on the top of his scalp after the events of last week.

Jackson: Listen you idiots, your not being paid to stand around and be stupid, Nathan Creed already earns a fat enough paycheck for that type of thing. You’re here to make sure that son of a bitch AWOL doesn’t get into the building tonight, understood?

The guards now grin and nod their heads, understanding the scenario completely as they briefly discuss it amongst themselves.

Comeau: That’s right, I’m paying all of you very handsomely to make sure that AWOL doesn’t get into this building tonight, to make sure he’s nowhere near the encounter that I have envisioned between Chapel and Orlando Cruze this evening. I know what you all have to be thinking though, why did I book him in the triple threat if I have no intention of letting him compete this evening?

The guards become even more confused as they glance around at one another, shaking their heads briefly before one raises his hand slowly in order to speak.

Guard: Actually, we were just wondering when we were going to get paid for this gig, and when lunch is.

Mark bites his lower lip to refrain from snapping before he points into the chubby guards face, the Alpa Generation members shaking their heads and rolling their eyes as well.

Comeau: Listen porky, there will be no lunch breaks, and you’ll be paid when you fulfill your job qualifications. But as I was saying, this is all part of my master plan, for you see I had originally intended on using Orlando and Chapel to soften AWOL up for his next title defense, but instead I had a stroke of genius. I’m going to continue to mess with his head, I’m going to continue to jerk him around and keep him guessing what my motives are. I heard him earlier in the week, insinuating that he knew everything that I was doing, well, not anymore, hahaha. He’s not going to know where I’m coming from in the slightest, and it starts here tonight by keeping him out of the arena, and making everyone just think he still fears Chapel with a passion. He won’t be allowed to set foot in this arena until his title is on the line, mark my words gentlemen, and you better not fail to keep him from stepping foot in the ring tonight when he arrives.

Mark raises his finger and points it between the faces of those gathered before him, the guards not quite grasping his logic. Jackson Adams and Sean Sparks appear equally as confused as they glance at one another, Rusty just looking motivated to fulfill his job obligations for the evening.

Mark: So no matter what happens tonight, you keep AWOL out of this building, or else!

Mark turns, fixing the collar of his jacket and marching off quickly. Jackson gives the guards one last stern look while nodding his head before sauntering away as well, very motivated for what is about to come this evening. Sean follows behind them, still grooming himself while Rusty overlooks the fat officer who was awfully chatty throughout the speech. He points directly into his face rather coldly, giving him an intense stare before marching off as well. The guards all glance at one another before they turn their backs to the camera, facing the entrance to the arena, protecting it expertly.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



ROMEO DAMASCUS VS. SEAN “GENOCIDE” JOHNSON


Douglas: I cannot believe this, how can Mark Comeau keep AWOL out of the building tonight?

Mayne: He can do whatever he wants, he’s the General Manager, and if he deems it fit for AWOL not to show up this evening, and thus lose by forfit in the triple threat, then I absolutely love the notion and I think we should respect it Dan.

Dan: This show is just going from bad to worse under the control of Comeau. Maybe next week we’ll see a change with Desolation apparently at the helm.

Billy: I pray that really doesn’t come to fruition.

The lights slowly dim down, as the "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven starts to play softly over the PA. A purple light starts to shine on the stage, with the picture of a broken heart. The 'tron flickers to life, showing "Rip My Heart Out" then various video segments of him in action... The man steps out from the backstage area. Fog starts billowing over the ramp, as Romeo Damascus reaches the end of the stage, and kneels on one knee, with his eyes closed, gripping his chest with one hand, and the other infront of his lowered head, gripping what appears to be a photo of none other than Robin Brooks. Slowly, Romeo stands, and walks through the billowing fog. Halfway down the ramp, Romeo collapses onto his knees, and holds his head with both hands... He lets out a primal scream, and thrusts his hands into the air, as purple flames emit from the sides of the ramp, still gripping the picture of Robin.. Smiling sadistically, Romeo stands, and looks straight into the picture, absolutely fascinated with the image of the young, and lovely Robin upon it. He seems to be awe struck by the image as he reaches the ring and rolls under the ropes, still not taking his eyes off of it.

Dan Douglas: It looks like we’re ready for yet another sure to be good match on tonight’s card, Romeo vs. Johnson, but what the hell is Damascus doing with that photo of Brooks?

Mayne: I have no clue, maybe Damascus is using it as some form of inspiration. Although I can’t imagine why, the only thing Robin inspires me to do is wretch violently.

Douglas: This obsession Romeo has with Robin, is getting beyond disturbing.

Damascus steps towards one of the turnbuckles and places the photo on the top pad. He reaches into his lower attire, removing a stapler as he staples the picture to the corner. He backs up slowly, dropping to a knee and glaring at the photo, almost paying homage to it with deranged eyes.

Douglas: This is getting beyond disturbing.

Remedy by Cold hits the PA system as the fans have a loud mixed reaction. Sean “Genocide” Johnson strolls through the curtains and onto the stage, spinning in circles and pointing at himself repeatedly while shouting out to the crowd. He shakes his head several times as he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd, constantly pointing at himself as he makes his way down the ramp.

Mayne: Genocide Johnson out here once again in an attempt to prove himself and get back his contract with Annihilation. This is the second of what has been two trial by fire matches here in the ULW thus far, and his last outing didn’t go exactly as he had planned.

Douglas: And tonight, the challenge won’t be any easier than Orlando, because he’s stepping into a match against none other than Romeo Damascus this evening, someone with immense skills.

Genocide slides into the ring and jumps to his feet quickly. Sean turns in circles, shouting at the fans with a huge grin on his face before he turns to face Romeo, who jumps into the air and spins through it as he connects with a shin kick straight to the chest of Johnson, sending him crashing into the canvas. Damascus turns with a grin on his face and blows a kiss to the picture of Robin Brooks that he has attached to the turnbuckle, a deranged glint in his eyes. Romeo stands Genocide up and gives him a shot to the chin followed with a chop across the chest. Genocide backs into the ropes and gets a second chop across the chest, followed by a third. The fans give each one a woo before Romeo finally stop and begins to punch Genocide across the face again. Romeo grabs Sean by the wrist and slings him across the ring. Romeo follows him towards the ropes when suddenly Genocide stops and spins around hitting a devastating clothesline across the throat.

Douglas: What a shot there by Sean Johnson! Showing some real power.

Genocide picks Romeo up by the hair and chops him across the chest before kicking him to the gut and nailing him in the face with a hard right. Genocide drags Romeo away from the ropes connecting with a serious of devastating shots to the face, before kicking him to the sternum and sending him across the ring. As Romeo charges back in Genocide delivers a jumping back elbow taking him off his feet. Genocide stands up quickly and drops a leg across his throat. Johnson stands once more and grabs Romeo by the head picking him up and delivering a hard scoop slam that drives the air right out of Romeo’s lungs. He desperately glares at the picture of Robin stapled to the turnbuckle, looking for motivation. Genocide quickly jumps to the second rope and comes off with a springboard leg drop across Romeo's throat.

Dan: Sean “Genocide” Johnson has taken control of this match here tonight., using a collection of aerial and power moves thus far.

Billy: Johnson has always been an impressive athlete, but I don’t think his momentum will last for long when facing a man such as Damascus, especially when he’s showing off to that picture of Robin Brooks.

Sean Johnson stands Romeo up and gets behind him before lifting him into the air and delivering a piercing back drop suplex. Romeo slams into the canvas grabbing his back while Johnson stands tall in the ring looking very angry at the fans as Romeo gets up to his knees. Genocide charges forward and delivers a dropkick to his chin, sending him backwards across the canvas. The fans awe the brutal move as Romeo rises and gets a sharp European uppercut right under the jaw. The forces sends him backwards crashing through the ropes.

Douglas: There coming out here in front of us, Genocide has taken absolute control of this match now, Romeo has had no offense thus far, since the beginning of this match.

Genocide storms towards the ropes and soars over them nailing a pancha onto Romeo. The fans cheer the move slightly as both men crash into the mats, shocked by the ease in which Sean can soar through the air. Genocide picks Romeo up and sends him streaming head first into the steel steps. The crash echos through the arena as Genocide climbs onto the apron looking over the fans once more. Romeo slowly stands up in pain as Genocide sprints across the ring and delivers a facebuster onto the steel steps. The fans watch in horror as Romeo bashes into the steel and slides off the steps.

Douglas: What a brutal move by Sean Johnson there. You know, this is the first time these two have ever met in a single environment and they are both putting on a clinic here tonight.

Mayne: This is a very nice way to kick off Annihilation tonight, but Romeo, you better get your damn head straight, remember who your dedicating this match too.

Genocide picks Romeo up who is now bleeding slightly from the forehead and rolls him into the ring before climbing to the top rope. The fans are cheering as loud as they can as Romeo slowly stands up, still bleeding from the head and seemingly enjoying the sight of his own crimson liquid which floods his features. Romeo stands up slowly when Genocide flies off and nails him with a vicious flying lariat. Romeo flies backwards and smacks into the canvas before rolling across it and landing in the corner. Sean stands up slowly, looking over the fans with his arms out stretched to his side, smiling throughout the process and getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Genocide charges in and jumps to the air before landing feet first on the neck of Romeo and basically standing on top of him clutching the ropes for leverage.

Mayne: Oh man this is brutal. Sean Johnson is standing on Romeo's throat.

The ref makes the DQ count. Ref,

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Genocide jumps into their air and comes down with a knee on top of Romeo. The crowd has a mixed reaction while Genocide grabs Romeo by the hair. Genocide stands Romeo up and kicks him to his gut before delivering a snap side suplex, which puts even more pressure on Romeo's back. The fans are on their feet as Sean Johnson bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air coming down with a back first senton splash across Romeo's spine. Genocide sits up with a grin on his face while Romeo continues to bleed from the forehead and clutch his back.

Dan: Romeo is being dismantled before our very eyes here tonight.

Mayne: Oh great, I think that picture has been more of a distraction than a help to Damascus.

Romeo slowly gets to his hands and knees before being kicked to the gut by Genocide, who now bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow square to the back of Romeo. Genocide slowly rises and grabs Romeo by the hair, pulling him up slowly and lifting him into the air, the fans are on their feet as Genocide delivers the stalling vertical suplex, holding Damascus upside down for seemingly an eternity, rushing all the blood to Romeo's head. The crowd stands up, counting along with how much time Romeo is being held upside down, reaching a twenty count before Sean drops back into the hard suplex. Romeo sits up, groaning in pain before Sean rises to his feet and grabs him by the hair.

Genocide picks Romeo up before rushing across the ring. As Genocide charges in Romeo steps forward and connects with a sickening spear right to the mid-section of Sean Johnson though. He nearly flips backwards, slamming across the back of his head upon the canvas. Romeo rises onto his knees with blood gushing down his face which is trembling with a disgusting grin on his face it almost seems, slowly slipping into insanity yet again. His attention shifts to the picture of Robin in the corner before he lifts his hand and blows it a kiss.

Dan: Oh no, Romeo looks like he's starting to lose it after that brutal spear.

Mayne: Dammit Romeo, stop worrying about that picture and start concentrating on the damn match!

Genocide rolls out of the ring holding his ribs before falling down and clutching the announce table, Romeo slowly gets to his feet still bleeding from the forehead. Genocide rolls onto his back on the outside of the ring holding his ribs. Romeo suddenly charges towards Genocide jumping to the top rope and springing off, delivering a frog splash right onto Sean Johnson. The crowd is on it's feet going crazy while Romeo holds his ribs.

Dan: Man, did you just see that unbelievable maneuver!?!

Billy: That bloody Romeo with some unbelievable acrobatic attacks.

Romeo continues to hold his ribs while slowly grabbing onto the edge of the announce table, Genocide rolls onto his hands and knees in pain as well. Sean gets to his feet still hunched forward when Romeo rushes in and catches him by the head, DDTing him face first into the mats. The fans explode as both men once again lye motionless on the mats. The fans are really behind this great competition as Romeo rolls onto his back. The ref is into the ten count out as Romeo gets to his feet and enters the ring. Romeo rolls inside of the ring holding his lower back before he turns and spots the photo in the corner, almost blushing at the sight of it. He stands up slowly and approaches the photo, sticking out his lips and planting it on the picture. The fans are beginning to boo loudly as Romeo continues to make out with the picture, sticking out his tongue and licking it as well. He pulls his head back, wide eyed and still appearing out of his mind.

Genocide rolls onto his side as the ref reaches a 8 count. Sean quickly rises and climbs to the apron. Romeo drops on his back inside the ring from the pain and exhaustion from this fast paced opening match as Genocide slides through the ropes and leans back first against the turnbuckle, trying to catch his breath. Romeo rolls onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet slowly while bent forward, trying to catch his breath. Romeo now rushes at the corner and jumps into the air, going for a big splash on Johnson, who steps out of the way quickly, causing Damascus to hit the turnbuckle. He backs up as a result, holding his mid-section as he turns towards Johnson, who catches him under the jaw with the Titanic kick (Sweet Chin Music). The fans groan as Romeo is knocked over backwards, crashing into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders.

Douglas: Ohhh, the Titanic kick out of nowhere!

Billy: Romeo was on the offensive, he was taking it to Sean Johnson for a while before Sean connected with that brutal move. Once again, I must reiterate to Romeo, keep your mind on the match dammit!

The fans are in shock as Genocide hooks Romeo's leg.

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Kickout by Romeo. Genocide stands up going crazy inside the ring as he shoves the ref and screams in his face. Finally he grabs Romeo by the hair, pulling him to his feet slowly in a painstaking fashion. He finally drags Romeo in between his legs and underhooks both of his arms, setting up for the Commotion Clause, that brutal pedigree that he’s used to great success in the past while under the Griffin moniker. Suddenly Romeo stands up, back dropping Sean over his head. Genocide slams spine first into the canvas before he sits up shouting in pain. The fans immediately get to their feet as Romeo rolls to the ropes in seering pain bleeding from the head still.

Genocide slowly gets to his feet as Romeo slingshots off the second rope and hits him with a springboard forearm smash. Both men hit the canvas brutally. Romeo is the first to his feet still bleeding as he crawls to the top rope. Genocide begins to roll onto his knees while Romeo turns around on the top rope. Genocide gets to his feet and suddenly rushes to the top rope grabbing Romeo by the head setting up for a suplex. Romeo quickly counters and throws Genocide off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring where he crashes into the barricade chest first. He bounces off violently and collapses onto his back as a result.

Billy: OH MY GOD! That was disgusting, Sean crashing and burning from the top rope, straight into the barricade. What an opening match this is.

Romeo stands up slowly on the turnbuckle and soars off, going for a crossbody. Genocide suddenly moves and Romeo crashes into the barricade. The fans are in shock while Sean grabs the back of Romeo's head and delivers the reverse DDT onto the mats. Genocide rises listening to the fans less than flattering remarks before he himself enters the ring, rolling Romeo in with him. Genocide grabs Romeo by the hair and pulls him to his feet, setting up for a double underhook face buster on the motionless Romeo.

Billy: Romeo is going to be finished here now thanks to this sure to be huge Commotion Clause! Which we don’t see Sean use very often anymore, thanks to him upping his move list to include that shooting star leg drop.

Douglas: I wouldn’t count Damascus out just yet, I’m surprised both of these men are able to continue in this match after everything they’ve hit one another with thus far.

Romeo suddenly pulls his arms free and reaches out wrapping them around the back of Sean Johnson's legs, tripping him up backwards onto the canvas. Romeo puts Johnson's legs under his armpits before he drops backwards, sling-shoting Genocide into the air. Sean flies into the air and then smacks face first into the top turnbuckle pad while Romeo rises to his feet behind him. Romeo places Johnson in a reverse neckbreaker position before Sean spins around out of it and instead pushes Damascus forward into the ropes. Romeo bounces off the ropes and comes back in when Johnson jumps into the air, going for the hurricarana. He lands on the shoulders of Romeo before he places his hands to the back of Johnson’s thighs and pushes him over into a backwards flip. Sean lands ribs first on the top rope, hanging over them as he shouts out in pain. Romeo quickly rushes at the ropes at his side, jumping into the air and landing feet first on the top rope before springing off and turning in mid-air. He flies at Johnson and connects with a leg drop across the back of his head, flipping him over into the ring with the Cut of Damascus.

Douglas: Romeo hit his finishing move, the Cut of Damascus out of nowhere!

Mayne: I cannot believe it!

Johnson is spread across his back in pain before Romeo scrambles into the cover, hooking his leg quickly.

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Johnson shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning onto his side immediately while the crowd expresses their shock over the kick out. Romeo sits up on the canvas, batting his eyes and breathing deeply, seething in rage, at the point of implosion. He rolls onto his knees and glares at Johnson in shock before he grabs him by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees and trying to pull him up to his feet as he slaps on a front gantry. He seems to be setting up for some type of big move when Johnson wraps his arms around the waist of Damascus, dropping back into a Northern lights suplex. Romeo is pinned to the canvas as the official makes the count.

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Damascus gets his shoulder up without warning as Johnson rises to his feet, feeding off one last bit of energy. He turns towards Romeo who shoots his forearm upward into the testicles of Genocide, the fans exploding into boos at the sight of this. Sean reaches for his testicles as the official spots this blatant low blow, turning and motioning for the bell. Sean grabs himself as he tumbles over backwards onto the canvas, the crowd still expressing their outrage over what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Oh dammit to all hell, this is outrageous, Romeo didn’t get the win over Johnson, so he gets himself purposely disqualified, this is repulsive!

Mayne: Romeo must not have thought he’d be disqualified for his actions obviously, he had this match in the palm of his hands.

Dan: Yes, but as a result, he’s now cost himself yet another match here on Annihilation. I think the pain of losing matches have finally got Romeo second guessing himself.

The crowd is on it’s feet booing loudly while Romeo rises to his feet and seems all absorbed with the picture of Robin, tilting his head back and forth as he glares at it. A disturbing grin is formed on his face, which still has blood seeping down it. He reaches out and rips the picture off the turnbuckle, dabbing his fingers to the blood on his forehead and then smearing it across the picture of Brooks. All the while gargled, intense toned words flow from his lips.

Romeo: Soon my pet, soon.

Romeo begins to kiss the photo once more, passionately at that before he pulls his head back and glares at it with great admiration and intensity.


A MASTER PLAN


With a great roar the fans show their approval for the sight of “The Dark Man” Desolation strolling towards the camera with a comically oversized cell phone stuck up to the side of his face. He holds his finger planted in his other ear, as if still unable to hear the voice on the other end, even though the phone is of such a large variety, passing numerous individuals on his trek.

Desolation: Yes, that’s what I’m telling you, next week don’t bother to bring any of Comeau’s office decorations to the arena, no, no. We need to spice up the office a bit, so instead bring lots of bean bag and lawn chairs, oh, oh, and Christmas lights, you can never go wrong with Christmas lights. Yeah, if you’ve got any left over Halloween decorations those would be a nice touch too.

Desolation continues to march down the corridor, passing right by a chatting Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks, not even stopping to give them the time of day. He seems completely wrapped in his preparations for next week’s Desolation ran production of Annihilation. The camera remains focused on Nathan Creed and Robin, who seem to be plotting something, conversing over their intentions for tonight’s show while Brooks leans back first against a standard stacking of wooden crates.

Nathan: So listen to me Robin, we’re not going to have to worry that much about the Alpha Generation sticking their nose in our business any longer, I’ve got plans in the working to remedy us of this situation and more importantly to take away their numbers game over us.

Robin: Good, because it seems like every time we turn around we’re being out numbered by those juvenile assholes.

Creed rears his head back and acts a little shocked to hear such foul language flow through the lips of Robin. Brooks seems to notice the shock on his features.

Brooks: What? You don’t think I cuss when I get good and mad, well I do, and that Alpha Generation has done nothing but work my last nerve darnit, oh, I mean, dammit.

Robin slams the side of her fist down on the crates while Nathan grins and rubs his chin, enjoying the sight of Brooks’ passion.

Nathan: That’s good that your so worked up, save it for Sean Sparks tonight though, make sure he receives the full force of your anger. I tell you Robin, ever since you’ve become so passionate about wrestling, I’ve really noticed just how talented you’ve become in the center of the ring. Your really starting to come along on your own, which troubles me a little.

Creed lowers his head as if slightly depressed, yet the remnants of a grin remain traced across his features. Robin raises an eyebrow, concerned by his disheartened nature.

Robin: Why’s that?

Nathan: Since your becoming so good on your own, I’m starting to think that you might not need me around anymore.

The cheeks of Robin’s face become rosy red as she tilts her head and bats her eyes at Creed, slowly reaching out and placing her hand on the Xtreme title belt which is draped over Nathan’s shoulder.

Brooks: Don’t worry Nathan, I’ll always need you around....

These words seem to perk Nathan up a bit as his grin widens and he stares directly at Robin’s eyes.

Nathan: Really?

Brooks: Yeah, who else is going to be my tag team partner?

The grin on Nathan’s face begins to fade away before he forces it once more, as if not hearing the response that he wanted.

Creed: Yeah, okay, that’s cool. Anyway, let’s talk about this plan a little more.

Robin grins slightly, watching the mixed emotions float to the surface of Nathan’s otherwise calm exterior.

Robin: Okay let’s do that. But also, I need to start talking to you about how I’m going to go about resolving this issue with Romeo Damascus, did you see that freak out there tonight? He’s become worse than Hurse, honestly he has.

Nathan nods in agreement as the two begin to walk out of the camera’s frame slowly, moving away from the stacked crates.


INDECENT PROPOSAL


A loud reaction is heard from the sold out crowd, everyone putting their hands together and buzzing with excitement at the sight of none other than Lethal Weapon lurking in his dressing room backstage. There are a few boos thrown in as well as Lethal sits on his bench, leaning forward and tying the laces of his boots, getting prepared for the impending battle against Jackson Adams, the clash in the semi finals of the Number One Contenders Tournament. He seems strangely focused, not even noticing a presence moving slowly in his direction. As the shadow of the figure blocks the light being provided from above, Weapon finally glances upwards to stare into the face of the Annihilation General Manager, Mark Comeau. The crowd’s reaction immediately changes as Weapon leans back and smirks straight at the face of the GM, Comeau crossing his arms and not appearing amused.

Lethal: Well, well, if it isn’t good old Mark Comeau, would can I do for you pal?

Mark finally grins slowly, trying to look pleasant for a change.

Comeau: It’s nice to see you too Lethal, doesn’t seem like we’ve had a conversation in the longest time. How have things been with you lately, how’s your personal life going, I saw you finally made up with Orlando and got that straightened out, so what else is new?

Lethal looks with scrutiny at the cocky grin on Mark’s face, seemingly not buying into his friendliness. He stands up quickly, getting eye to eye with Comeau while throwing down a roll of wrist tape on the bench behind him.

Weapon: Cut the act Comeau, we never talk, unless you want something, now spill it, I’ve got a match I got to get ready for.

Weapon crosses his arms over his chest, trying to look a little more imposing. The GM merely grins and lowers his head for a second before his cold eyes return to the agitated face of Weapon.

Mark: That’s just it Lethal, the match tonight is what I wanted to talk to you about...

Lethal: Oh?

Comeau: Yes, for you see, I got to thinking about something. It dawned on me actually how big of a match this is, how monumental it could be. We’ve basically got the past vs. the future of this industry in the form of Jackson Adams, a man who has shown that he’s got what it takes to carry this federation on his back for years to come. And to top it all off, this match is for a shot at the finals in the tournament that I created to announce a new number one contender.

Weapon seems to be growing impatient.

Lethal: Get to the point Mark.

Comeau: Okay Lethal, I’ll tell you exactly how I see that match ending tonight. I foresee no better conclusion than Jackson Adams walking out of this thing victorious, and moving onto the finals to defeat Desolation. I mean, you’ve had your fun in the sun Lethal, you’ve had your opportunities, and I think it’s time for you to start contributing to the future of this federation. You’ve taken so much from the ULW, and I’d like to see you start giving something back.

Lethal quickly sticks his hand out in front of Mark’s face to silence him with outrage creeping into the legend’s frame.

Weapon: Wait a minute here. Are you trying to tell me that you want to see me take a dive out there tonight?

A chuckle escapes the lips of the GM who grips his sides in the process.

Mark: I guess you could call it that Lethal, but come on, it’s nothing you haven’t done before. After all, your known for your shady tactics, for doing anything if the money, or rewards were right. You’ll have your future opportunities Lethal, you’ll get another chance, but right now this is Jackson’s time, Jackson’s era. I hand picked this man to become the next World Heavyweight Champion, and dammit, that’s what he’s going to do by walking out of this tournament tonight victorious. Like I said though Weapon, play ball and you’ll get more opportunities in the future, but if you don’t then I’m afraid I might not be too willing to give you a chance at the championship.

Shock sets into the face of Weapon as he glares at Comeau in disbelief, unable to understand why the General Manager would be demanding for him to take a dive tonight against Jackson Adams. Mark reaches up and pats Lethal on the shoulder with a grin still on his face.

Mark: Make the right choice Lethal, for the sake of this federation, for the sake of the future, and more importantly, for your own well being, hahaha. Keep in mind, it’s not smart to cross me, you saw what happened to AWOL now didn’t you. So just do the smart thing, do what’s smart for business, just like you’ve done in the past.

Mark turns away from Lethal slowly and marches away as the legendary competitor still looks on in shock, not even watching the GM march off with arrogance. Weapon slowly lowers his head, lifting his hand into the air and rubbing his chin as he contemplates everything that he just heard, weighting his decisions it seems. He slowly falls backwards, seat first on the bench, still thinking things over as the door opens to his dressing room once more, Orlando Cruze strolling in with a bottle of water. He is fully dressed for in ring competition as he saunters forward in the direction of the seated Lethal, chugging down his water in the process. He stops abruptly though as he looks down at Lethal and spots the confusion on his friend’s face.

Orlando: Lethal, what’s wrong man?

Weapon doesn’t respond, just continues to stare forward, not even blinking as he interlocks his hands and places them to his lips, resting the points of his elbows to his knees. Orlando waves his hand in front of Lethal’s face yet still doesn’t get a response.

Cruze: Lethal, Lethal?

Weapon continues to stare off into the distance.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


COMING SOON TO ANNIHILATION


AN INTERESTING ALLIANCE


Phantom is seated in the backstage area as the fans unleash a loud reaction at the mere sight of him, gripping a bag of ice to the back of his neck. He stares down at the ground, obviously in anger, doubting himself it almost appears, wrapped up in great thought. He seems to be contemplating exactly what happened out there, the loss to Desolation, how close he came to victory over a legend, only to seem it slip through his fingers so abruptly. He hangs his head in shame over the loss as a figure strolls towards him. Phantom looks up and clinches his fist sliding off the cot, ready for a fight as into the camera strolls a sweaty, exhausted Sean Johnson. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of Sean, who overlooks Phantom slowly, still gasping for air after that intense match with Romeo. Both men have an awkward stare down with a mixed reaction heard from the fans in the background.

Phantom: You have a lot of balls to come walking up on me pal.

Johnson puts his hands out in front of himself, trying to calm down Phantom.

Sean: Hey, hey Phantom, calm down man, I’m not here to fight you. As far as I’m concerned, we got everything out of our systems at Paranoia, and I’m looking to grow up a bit and get past that.

Phantom shakes his head, not buying it whatsoever, as he turns away from Sean, who grabs him around the forearm.

Johnson: Which is why I wanted to come back here and talk to you. Listen man, since my return, things haven’t gone the way I’ve wanted them to, I’ve been just treated like a punching bag. Like some kind of chump. And you know what, over the past few weeks, I’ve seen the same thing happen to you Phantom, I’ve seen countless people disrespecting you, and treating you like crap. I’ve seen people jumping you each and every week, and I say it needs to stop man....

Phantom looks up from the hand gripping his forearm, giving Sean a speculative glare.

Sean: Which is why I think it’s the wisest course of action, for the two of us to start working together. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t know anybody stronger, more talented, and more gifted than you, I mean, you’ve got to be good, you beat me and Steve Newman at Paranoia. So I’m just asking you Phantom, I’m putting it out there, think about it. The two of us aligned would be capable of warding off anybody who wants to treat us like their punching bags. It’s time the two of us started getting some respect, so just think about it Phantom, just think about it.

Phantom continues to glare at Sean, then back down at the hand clutching his forearm. Sean releases him and just smiles as Phantom begins to mull over the information given to him, nodding slightly.

Phantom: I’ll think about it.

Phantom turns away from Johnson and strolls away as Sean watches him stroll down the corridor. He nods his head several times with a smirk still residing upon his face as he watches Phantom disappear down the hallway.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. SEAN SPARKS


[“Rockstar" by N.E.R.D. hits, and pyro explode all around the arena. Sean walks out onto the stage met by a chorus of boo's from the sold out arena. Sean gives the crowd a slight smirk, and then mouths the word "perfection" making the boo's grow louder.. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, and mocks the crowd as he awaits his opponent. He's lounging against the ropes, smirking when his partner in crime, Rusty Cage, comes strutting cockily down while Sean's music is still playing. He leans over and gives Rusty a high five. Rusty lounges against the ring apron while Sean taunts the crowd, waiting for his opponent.]

Dan Douglas: The crowd wasting no time in hating this newcomer to the ULW...

Billy Mayne: Why? Why must they hate the personification of perfection so? He's done nothing to deserve it!

Dan Douglas: Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed would beg to differ. And speaking of Robin Brooks...

[Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin. She runs to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the young wrestler. Sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ramp. Doing some of her kick boxing moves she waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she contines to wave and smile at them. She stops dead when she sees Rusty at ringside with Sean. Glaring at them both, she backs up until there's a good third of the ramp between her and Rusty, who purses his lips and blows her a kiss. She scowls, then footsteps echo on the steel ramp, even with Robin's music playing.]

Billy Mayne: Wait a minute. Who's that?

Dan Douglas: I do believe it's... YES! It's NATHAN CREED!!!

[Nathan Creed, the ULW's FIRST EVER Grand Slam Champion, comes down and stands protectively behind Robin. The fans erupt into an even louder tumult of cheers, if that's even possible. Robin smirks at Rusty and sidles over to another part of the ring, then slides under the bottom rope. Sean Sparks is right there, kicking and stomping at her even before the bell rings! When it does ring, the fans are booing as loudly as possible. Sean turns to flip them off and Robin springs up, catching him by surprise with an upraised forearm under the chin. He stumbles backward and the fans start to cheer, praising the lovely Robin Brooks for finding a way to get back to her feet.]

Dan Douglas: And Robin showing why she's one of the ULW's most celebrated athletes.

Billy Mayne: As long as she doesn't damage his face, I'm happy. And she was doing just fine there on her hands and knees...

Dan Douglas: Oh, you ARE a pervert.

Billy Mayne: And it took you this long to figure that out? Tsk tsk, old man... You're slipping.

Dan Douglas: Shut up and call the match.

[Billy sticks his tongue out at Dan, then turns to watch the action in the ring. Nathan has moved to the opposite side of the ring, across from Rusty, to keep an eye on him in case he tries anything stupid. Which he just might, seeing as how he's part of the Alpha Generation. Rusty glares at Nathan, who shakes his head slowly from side to side. Sean, meanwhile, has duped Robin into thinking she hurt him with that forearm to the chin. But Robin ain't stupid... She knows he's faking. But she plays along, letting him think she believes him. She takes his chin in one hand and seems to be examining it when she whips around and PLANTS HER FOOT IN HIS JAW! He staggers backward and the fans scream in approval. YAY ROBIN!]

Dan Douglas: A marvelous display of ring smarts by the lovely Robin Brooks!

Billy Mayne: What do you mean? She kicked him in that beautiful face of his!

Dan Douglas: Are you even watching the same match? He deserved it for pretending she hurt him with that upraised forearm!

Billy Mayne: She could have broken something! What if there's bruising?

Dan Douglas: You're pathetic.

[Sean is reeling, leaning against the ropes, trying to catch his breath after that vicious roundhouse kick from Robin. The fans are still cheering her for doing that, and she smiles, but doesn't take her eyes off the weasel across the ring from her. She crosses the ring and he slumps down, giving the impression of having no strength left to stand. She reaches down to lift him up, only to get caught up in a small package.

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She gets to her feet and turns to face Sean, who's smirking at her even as he rubs his jaw from where she kicked him. He seems to be telling her "You can't escape perfection!". And as we all know, that's a total crock. She knows he's full of it because she flips him off! His eyes widen as the crowd roars in approval. Even Nathan approves of that... He's smiling and nodding!]

Billy Mayne: That is an OUTRAGE! She should be disqualified!

Dan Douglas: For flipping someone the bird? Get real!

Billy Mayne: She's disrespecting someone who personifies perfection!

Dan Douglas: Oh, come on, Billy, he isn't perfect!

Billy Mayne: Oh, yes, he is! Just look at that physique!

Dan Douglas: Billy, he's got love handles. Look right below his ribs.

Billy Mayne: No, I won't look! You're lying! ...Right below his ribs, you say?

[Sean and Robin are totally unaware of this byplay, but the fans love it. They're cheering, stomping and roaring. Sean winks at Rusty, then turns to Robin, seemingly adjusting his tights in the process. Nobody sees him slip the cold metal cylinder into his hand... Not even Nathan. Sean turns and clocks Robin with his closed fist, spinning around and tossing the cylinder to Rusty in the process. Robin falls to the mat, stunned by the glancing blow. The ref scolds Sean, telling him no closed fists or he'll be disqualified. Sean shrugs, hands open, as if to say okay. He turns to Robin, scoops her up and slams her to the mat, then goes for the pin.

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Thr... NO!!! Robin rolls her left shoulder off the mat and her hand shoots into the air!

Sean stares down at her in shock, then scowls and tries to pin her again. But she wriggles out of it and comes up behind him. He's still crouched on the mat... So she lifts her right foot, plants it on his rear end and shoves as hard as she can. He shoots under the bottom rope and collides with Rusty, who drops the cylinder he was holding. Nathan sees a flash of metal near Rusty's hand so he comes around the ring to investigate. He gets there as Sean slides back into the ring and sees Rusty bending over to retrieve the evidence. He kicks Rusty's hand and sends the cylinder flying. Sean turns around and gets greeted with Robin's boot in his face. AGAIN! The fans love it! He drops to his knees near the ropes and stares up at her, wondering how she could have recovered so quickly. Robin smirks and backs away, beckoning for Sean to "just bring it!" He gets to his feet and moves in slowly, warily, not taking her for granted again. Outside the ring, Nathan and Rusty are having angry words, Nathan accusing Rusty of being a cheating SOB and Rusty proclaiming his innocence. Nathan doesn't believe a word of it and throws a punch. Rusty's head snaps back with the force of the blow and he staggers backward. He looks at Nathan for a moment, then charges in, fists a-swingin'. In the parlance of the mean streets, it's on like Donkey Kong! Rusty and Nathan are trading punches without giving a damn about the consequences. The referee is distracted by the brawl outside, giving Sean the chance to hit Robin with a picture perfect snapmare takedown. The fans gasp, then start booing Sean for all they're worth. And that's a lot! Critics be damned. But there's no referee, so Sean has to break the pin to go get the referee. He spins the ref around and starts shouting angrily, even as Nathan chopblocks Rusty to the ground. While Sean's arguing with the ref, Robin takes advantage of the situation by sneaking up behind Sean, slipping an arm around front and slamming him over into a small package. She's got him bent nearly double...

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"Rumor" floods the PA after the bell rings, and Robin slides out of the ring, an irate Sean Sparks chasing after her. But he encounters an angry, BLOODY, Nathan Creed... Nathan shakes his head at Sean, then hits him with a knife-edge chop that sends Sean reeling. He then takes the opportunity to stop near the downed Rusty Cage, where he proceeds to BLOW HIS NOSE! The fans erupt at the sight of Nathan's mucus splattering all over Rusty's face. Nathan starts laughing as he helps Robin to her feet.]

Billy Mayne: NOOOOOOO!!!

Dan Douglas: *laughing behind his hand* And there you have it, folks, a win by Robin Brooks over Sean Sparks in this highly touted grudge match.

Billy Mayne: She CHEATED!

Dan Douglas: Oh, and you call Sean Sparks using an illegal object not cheating.

Billy Mayne: Of course I do. He probably didn't know he had it in his hand!

Dan Douglas: *groaning* You're HOPELESS! We've got more action to come here on Annihilation, so STAY TUNED! Well, actually, wait a minute

Nathan has his back turned to Rusty, when Cage rises to his feet and rushes up behind Creed. He blasts him over the back with a forearm shot that causes him to bump into Brooks and send her spiraling through the ropes, crashing to the outside mats across her back, the fans voicing their outrage. Rusty grabs the shoulder of Nathan and spins him around into a knee lift to the gut, before throwing right hands into his face repeatedly.


NATHAN CREED © VS. RUSTY CAGE
XTREME TITLE


The referee re-enters the ring and calls for the bell, insinuating that this match has now just started for the Xtreme Championship. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Rusty continues to stomp away at Nathan to the mid-section before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Nathan bounces off the cables and comes back in before Cage jumps into the air and swings through it, connecting with a back elbow to the chest of Creed that sends him crashing down to the canvas.

Dan: I cannot believe this one Billy, we’re going straight from Robin Brooks vs. Sean Sparks, straight into this Xtreme title match. This has almost become a reoccurring theme as of late, these matches cutting into one another rather quickly, due to the hatred both Nathan and Robin have for the Alpha Generation, and the other way around.

Mayne: This war isn’t going to stop until they’ve killed each other in the center of the ring.

Onto the ramp slowly strolls none other than Jackson Adams, the Livewire title over his shoulder as he gazes at the ring, shaking his head in a very arrogant manner. Robin gets to her feet on the outside of the ring as Sean rolls under the ropes to the outside and steps towards her quickly, both of them beginning to exchange right hands with one another quickly. Robin ducks a clothesline from Sean, who turns his back to the barricade and then is immediately clotheslined over it, both Brooks and Spears collapsing into the sea of humanity.

Dan: Robin with that huge clothesline on Spears there, and of course the fans are there loving it!

Billy: Of course they're loving it, that's probably the closest these guys have ever been to a female in their life!

Dan: You're one to talk.

In the ring, Creed picks up Rusty Cage, and chops him across the chest, causing the crowd to scream WOO! Nathan does it again, and again; riling the crowd up more with each one, until Rusty is backed against the ropes. Rusty comes back off the ropes, but ducks a clothesline from Creed, and comes back with a clothesline of his own. He's quick to capitalize on Nathan, putting his hand over his throat and choking him, while taunting him. Finally, Rusty lets go, and Nathan rolls onto his stomach, grabbing his throat, and gasping for air. Rusty stands up, and taunts the crowd before walking over to the ropes, and rolling through. He goes under the ring, and finds a metal chair, and holds it up, smiling. But aperantly this weapon isn't good enough for him. He looks under again, and takes out a baseball bat. He gives a practise swing, for the crowd, but wastes too much time, as Nathan is up and jumps through the ropes with a diving headbutt!

Dan: Rusty Cage wasting a little bit too much time there, looking for a weapon. Looks like he paid for it.

Billy: And that's the worst weapon of all!

Dan: What is?

Billy: THE BOXHEAD!

Robin and Sparks are still fighting it out in the crowd, as the fans are cheering louder and louder. Robin takes a run at Sean, as Sean lowers his head, going for a back body drop; but Robin hangs on to Sean's neck, giving him a devistating neckbreaker. Nathan is just starting to stir from his diving headbutt through the ropes, as is Rusty. Creed notices this, and picks up the bat on his way up, and before Rusty can realize it, Nathan stabs Rusty in the gut with it, sending Rusty hard to the ground. Nathan smiles, as he looks at Rusty's body, then holds the baseball bat like a golf club to Rusty's head; he swings back, and MISSES! Rusty moves out of the way just in time. He rolls to his feet, and starts to run, with a scared look in his eyes

Billy: He's running scared, Dan!

Dan: Why the hell won't he fight?!

Rusty runs around the ring, as Creed follows him. Rusty runs a little faster though, and manages to get all the way around before Nathan can. Rusty pretends to trip on the chair he brought out, to fool Nathan, but hides behind the ring steps with the chair in hand. As Nathan comes around the ring, Rusty levels him with the chair, causing something to go flying from Nathan's mouth, and destroying the seat of the chair, making it fly off too.

Dan: HOLY SHIT! Rusty just hammered Creed with that chair! He even broke the chair!

Billy: That's not the only thing he broke, I saw the last one of his teeth go flying!

Rusty, with the broken chair in hand, spears the edge of the chair into Nathan's gut, making sure he stays down. Then, Rusty drags Nathan over to the stairs. He then picks up the stairs, and drops them across Nathan's back. Nathan rolls around on the outside, screaming in pain. Just then, Robin comes jumping off the barricade, clotheslining Rusty, and sending him into the post shoulder first. Robin is quick to Nathan's side, making sure he's good enough to continue, then tries to help him up

Billy: CHEAT! THEY'RE CHATING!

Dan: Chill out, this is a hardcore match, it's smart to get Rusty off Creed for a little so Creed has a chance to recharge a bit

Nathan gets to his feet with the help of Robin, and turns around Rusty, who's wrapped around the post. He grabs him by the arm and whips him hard into the barricade, then capitalizes quickly, whipping him into the ring post. But Rusty counters, and throws Creed into the ring post. He falls stomach first across the stairs, writing in pain. Rusty holds his shoulder slightly, as he picks up the stairs, and places them on Nathan's back. Rusty then elbow drops onto the stairs, causing the pain to rush through Nathan's body.

Dan: Rusty Cage has been controlling this match since the get go!

Billy: If I were Mr Creed, I would get my mind off Robin and on this match.

Rusty gets to his feet and jumps onto the apron before flying off the apron and connecting with a frog splash on top of the steps, driving them further into the spine of Creed. Nathan pushes the stairs off and rolls back and forth, yelling out in pain. Rusty rolls off of Creed, gripping his ribs in tremendous pain while Jackson remains on the stage, nodding his head with a smile on his face, enjoying the sight of this immensly. Nathan rolls onto his back, gripping his spine as Rusty crawls into the cover quickly, hooking his leg with his remaining strength.

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Nathan gets his shoulder off the mats, turning onto his side while Robin and Sean battle it out once again, fighting over the barricade and into the stands, the crowd going nuts. Rusty rises to his feet and grabs Nathan around the jaw, rolling him over onto his knees and then dragging him up to his feet. He buries his shoulder into the spine of Nathan and lifts him into the air before dropping in reverse, beck suplexing Nathan onto the steps as he shouts out in pain. Creed rolls off of the steps and spills onto the mats, grabbing his back in serious pain, which has been worked over throughout the couse of the match. Cage grabs Nathan around the jaw and pulls him to his feet before dragging him to the ring and rolling him under the ropes to the inside. Cage jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope as Nathan tries to pull himself up to his feet on the inside of the ring. He turns towards Rusty while bent forward as Cage pulls himself over into a slightshot, sunset flip. He rolls Nathan over backwards into a pinning predicament with the crowd screaming in anger.

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Nathan rolls over backwards straight onto his feet and grabs the legs of Cage, pulling them up under his armpits. He tries desperately to turn him over into the Courtesy Call but Cage will not allow it to happen. Rusty sits forward and reaches up with his hands, wrapping them around the back of Nathan's head and pulling it downward. He causes Nathan to flip over forward and crash onto the back of his shoulders while Cage sits up, burying his shoulders into the thighs of Creed, pinning him.

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Nathan sits up, pushing Rusty over onto his back into a pinning predicament, Creed seated on his chest and hooking both of his legs.

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Rusty kicks out, the crowd going crazy as both men roll to their hands and knees, forcing themselves up onto their feet. Nathan turns towards Rusty and rushes in when Cage catches him around the waist, setting up for a suplex it seems. Nathan slams the palms of his hands into the sides of Rusty's head, causing him to become disorientated as he backs up into the ropes and bounces off of them, coming back at Nathan who throws a lariat. Rusty avoids it and rushes across the ring, bouncing off the other ropes and coming back in straight at Nathan. Creed steps forward, catching him though with both hands to his chest and stomach, throwing him up into the air before coming down stomach first onto the top rope. Rusty hangs over it, shouting in pain as Nathan steps up behind him. He wraps his arms around the waist of Rusty and lifts him into the air, almost in a wheelbarrow position. As he turns him though, Rusty wraps his legs around the waist of Creed and rolls him over forward into a pinning predicament.

Douglas: An amazing counter, Rusty seconds away from becoming Xtreme Champion!

Mayne: It will happen, it must happen.

Adams perks up at ringside as the official makes the count.

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Nathan kicks out, pushing Cage over onto his back as Creed slides out from under his legs and grabs ahold of them. he stands up and turns Rusty over onto his chest and stomach, placing him in the Courtesy Call to a huge reaction from the fans. Rusty pushes himself up onto his elbows, yelling at the very top of his lungs as he shakes his head, refusing to tap out, Nathan sitting in deep with the hold. Rusty buries his forearms into the canvas, dragging himself across the ring straight into the ropes, Nathan still holding on tightly. He reaches out though, wrapping his hand around the bottom rope to boos from the sold out crowd, Nathan unable to earn the submission victory on this occasion. His eyes lock on Jackson standing at the stage, holding the stolen Livewire title up for Creed to see it. Nathan's anger grows as he steps forward and points at his belt while Jackson laughs to himself, realizing that he is providing a proper distraction. Rusty steps up behind Nathan and wraps his arms around his waist, dropping back into a pinning German suplex to boos from the fans.

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Nathan kicks out by rolling over backwards, dropping onto his knees and reaching down with his arm, wrapping it around the neck of Cage. He pulls Rusty up, bridging him over backwards as he sets up for the Total Domination. Nathan swings around with his arm for the final cut version of the move when Rusty avoids it, catching the arms of Creed and back sliding him down to the canvas across the back of his shoulders, pinning him to the canvas.

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Nathan rolls over backwards onto his knees, slapping on a front gantry and pulling Cage up onto his feet, setting up for some type of big move. Nathan is about to drop back into a DDT when Rusty pushes him backwards into the ropes. Creed bounces off and comes back in and Rusty superkicks him directly under the jaw, the shot knocking him down hard to the canvas. Rusty turns and falls into the cover quickly with the crowd screaming loudly.

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Nathan kicks out at the last second, turning onto his side while Rusty gets to his knees, running his hands over his head in shock. Jackson is shaking his head back and forth in anger as he approaches the squared circle, demanding that something be done to finish Nathan off. He lifts the ring banner and reaches under the squared circle, grabbing a steel chair and pulling it out with the fans booing insanely, realizing that Adams is about to become a factor in this Xtreme title match. Adams slides into the ring with the chair in hand as Rusty grabs Nathan around the head, rolling him over onto his seat and then dragging him to his feet. He pins the arms of Nathan behind his back as Jackson slams the chair on the canvas, about to take Nathan's head off with it.

Mayne: Uh oh, Jackson about to knock Nathan out once and for all!

Douglas: This is disgraceful, another moment I'll be looking down on this show for.

Jackson lifts the chair into the air while mouthing off to the nearly unconscious Creed, being supported by Cage.

Jackson: Your finished Nathan, your finished!! I'm the Livewire Champion dammit, me!

Jackson steps towards the battered Creed when suddenly a large figure jumps over the barricade and rushes at the ring. The fans seem completely and utterly befuddled as the thick, large apparition slides into the ring and stands up tall. Jackson turns towards him in shock as the big man boots him directly to the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas. Jackson grabs his stolen title tightly and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring in shock, spilling onto the mats as Rusty throws down Nathan and steps towards the hulking apparition.

Mayne: Who the hell is this? And why is he interjecting in this match!?!

Douglas: I have no idea on both accounts.

Rusty is caught by the throat, looking shocked as the big man grabs him by the back of the pants and lifts him up high into the air, turning towards the chair. He chokeslams him violently down right on top of it, the metal rumbling under the flesh of Rusty, who now lies sprawled out over top of it, the official powerless to do anything. Nathan uses his remaining energy to crawl into the cover on Rusty, hooking his leg with the fans cheering loudly. The large gentlemen jumps through the ropes to the outside of the ring, walking off towards the barricade as the official makes the count.

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The entire arena goes nuts as Nathan pins Rusty and retains the Xtreme title, rolling away from him with a very disorientated look on his face.

Douglas: Nathan has retained, he's still the Xtreme Champion, thanks to that giant helping him out and saving him from the Alpa Generation!

Mayne: This isn't fair, Nathan getting another cheated win over the Alpha Generation, I'm submititng a complaint dammit.

Nathan rises to his knees and stares out at the large figure who gives him a long hard glare, both men grinning slightly. He steps over the barricade now and marches off into the crowd while Jackson sits up at ringside with the title in hand, appearing stunned over what happened.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



A DERANGED RANT


A steel bar is gripped tightly between the massive hands of none other than Chapel. The fans inside of the arena explode into a wave of righteous hate at the mere sight of the War Angel, who is gently rocking while seated on a bench in his dressing room. Insanity seems to have taken a hold of his mind, seems to have set into his massive, monstrous frame while he continues to rock maniacally back and forth. He mumbles to himself under his breath, depicting dark circles under his eyes as if he has not slept in days, perhaps contemplating the occurrences of last week, when he was screwed over by both Orlando Cruze and Lethal Weapon in that brutal hardcore match. He just continues to mumble rather diabolically, chuckling to himself every couple of seconds. A remote is spotted positioned on top of his knees while he glares forward at the television screen, examining it closely, his eyes focused intensely upon it. Into the room now strolls none other than Michael Synclaire, followed by the ULW tag team champions Jason Devlin and Derek Drake, all three members of the Syndicate. Chapel doesn’t even look up to observe their presence, just continues to rock diabolically mumbling to himself.

Synclaire: Chapel, my man, we’ve been looking everywhere for you tonight my friend, we’ve got to talk about this triple threat match coming up here soon.

Chapel doesn’t look up to respond to Synclaire, just continues to rock while glaring at the television screen, clutching the steel pipe tightly. He lifts the remote into the air and hits the rewind button before pushing play once more, absolutely absorbed with the images on the screen. Synclaire’s eyebrow raises as he fails to get a response from Chapel. Devlin and Drake both look equally as dumbfounded by this scenario.

Synclaire: Hey Chapel, I’m talking to you buddy. We’ve got to discuss what needs to be done about AWOL, and Orlando this evening.

Chapel: ORLANDO!?!

Chapel glares up at Michael as spit flies from his mouth, the veins on his head throbbing beneath the flesh, dancing amongst his skin it appears, which has become a very dark shade of red. He continues to glare straight at Michael, who appears a bit unnerved by the behavior of the furious giant.

Chapel: You let me take care of Orlando, you let me take care of him TONIGHT!

Chapel slaps the pipe into the palm of his hand, squeezing it very tightly and glaring in a deranged state directly into it’s steel surface. He almost looks ready to foam at the mouth, still thinking about all that has transpired between himself and Orlando over the past month. Synclaire’s eyes shift back and forth out of his confusion.

Synclaire: Yeah, okay, what about AWOL though, if you want, I can have the boys take care of him before he even comes to the ring.

Chapel: He won’t show up, he won’t show up Michael, he fears me, yes, he fears me. Hahahaha, he fears me, he fears me.

Chapel lifts the remote into the air and hits the rewind button again before playing the tape in the VCR. Synclaire cringes a bit out of befuddlement as he raises his shoulders and glances over them at the tag team champions.

Michael: So is there anything we can do for you tonight?

Chapel: Leave me alone, leave me alone, yes, leave me alone.

Chapel continues to rock, not taking his eyes off the television and gripping the bar even tighter. Synclaire shrugs his shoulders again.

Synclaire: Oooookay, we’ll talk later then, come on fellas.

The Syndicate turn and march out of the room, Synclaire taking one last look at the rocking, disturbing Chapel. The War Angel fails to acknowledge the fact that they are vacating his dressing room, just stares at the television screen intently. The camera swings around behind the back of Chapel, aimed at the television screen, which is showing images of a terrified Angyllic running away from her car during last week’s show. He rewinds the tape and plays it yet again.

Chapel: Soon Angyllic, soon.


DECISIONS, DECISIONS


With his hands still interlocked in front of his mouth, Lethal Weapon finds himself seated on the bench, staring forward with intently thinking over his options, the bombshell that was dropped on him just a few moments ago. His contemplation noticeably angers him, yet he can’t stop thinking about the threats made to him by Comeau, the thoughts about how the decision he makes will forever effect his career on Annihilation. He just continues to stare forward, hands interlocked in front of his mouth, contemplating what must be done, how he’ll handle the scenario he’s been thrust into by the devious GM. He finally drops his hands to his sides and looks up at the ceiling, as if he’s come to a decision. He unleashes a long, deep sigh and forces himself up onto his feet before approaching the doorway, exiting the dressing room with angst.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


JACKSON ADAMS VS. LETHAL WEAPON
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT


The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features with the Livewire title wrapped securely about his waist. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. He motions towards his stolen Livewire title belt, looking more arrogant and confident than ever on this evening.

Douglas: Look at that expression on Adams’ face, it’s sickening, he knows exactly what’s going down tonight.

Mayne: Yeah, he knows for once Weapon is going to come out here and do the right thing. Jackson realizes that Lethal is going to stroll through those curtains, waltz to this ring and lay down to put over the future generation of this federation.

Dan: How can you justify this type of travesty Billy? How can you condone this type of behavior, this isn’t what wrestling is suppose to be about dammit.

Billy: Wrestling is about the old stars giving something back to the new stars, this is what we’re going to see right here, right now.

Douglas They don’t do it by laying down and letting the future pin them effortlessly. This is criminal, and preposterous to believe Billy.

The Sound of peaceful chords from a guitar strum away gently over the speakers as the fans in the arena turn on there seats to look up the long rampway toward the curtained off section of the ULW stage structure, the large video screen showing a man, darkened by shroud, suddenly the tune "My Life" by 12 stones blasts from the speakers and a light shines upon the man being filmed, the face of Lethal Weapon appearing from the darkness, his eyes lowered, staring at the stage in a very depressed, angst ridden manner. Jackson grins widely, with arrogance in the ring as he leans back first against the turnbuckle, laughing to himself throughout the process.

Weapon continues towards the ring in ripped jeans, but has no confidence it appears, just keeps glaring down at the ramp that passes beneath his feet. He finally climbs onto the apron with no flash, nothing special as he slides through the ropes into the ring. He appears to be in very deep thought while Adams yawns in his corner.

Mayne: And here is Weapon, who is about to make the right decision for the first time in his entire miserable career.

Douglas: Would you shut up already Billy, this isn’t right, this is staining the memory of this entire tournament. This should be a hard fought battle between Weapon and Adams to decide who faces Desolation next week in the finals of this tournament, but instead we’re being subjected to this type of horror.

Billy: Step down off your pedestal Dan, it’s not like you haven’t kissed ass before, and kissed plenty of it as well.

Douglas: Yes, but throughout my wrestling career, I’ve never been forced to lay down for anyone.

The fans are standing watching the rather somber looking Lethal Weapon strolling around the ring, Jackson glaring at him from across the squared circle, wearing a large, arrogant smile on his face. He must be in on the whole situation that Lethal has been struck with as the Legend strolls back and forth, contemplating exactly what to do, how to resolve the ultimatum that Mark Comeau laid down upon him. He finally raises his head and glares straight at the smiling Jackson as the bell rings and both men begin to step forward slowly.

Jackson casually strolls forward and motions towards the ring, insinuating that Lethal should merely lie down and take the pin instead of prolonging the agony. The crowd beginning to boo even louder at this insinuation as Lethal places his hands on his hips, glaring down at he ring and thinking about it. Jackson appears to be becoming peeved as he steps further forward in the direction of Lethal, slapping him on the chest and shouting at him to drop down to the canvas.

Jackson: You know the deal you son of a bitch, now give it up already!

Weapon is still staring down at the canvas, deeply pondering what he should do as an agitated, egotistical Adams steps back and begins to roll his eyes, growing in anxiousness. He steps forward and palms the side of Lethal’s face, shoving him backwards as the crowd becomes livid, as does Weapon. The somberness in his eyes is replaced with outrage as he glares at Jackson, who is still mouthing off and pointing down at the canvas.

Adams: Do it Lethal! You know your going to lose anyway! Let’s get this over with you before you shit all over your depends.

The fans respond with an, “ohhhh,” as Weapon glares at Adams with furious, very intense features, continuing to debate his options.

Douglas: This is flat out disrespectful in every way. How dare Mark Comeau demand that Lethal Weapon take a dive here tonight, and claim that it’s for the good of the company. This makes me absolutely sick, this is not what wrestling is all about.

Mayne: Are you trying to tell me that it wouldn’t be better for the company if a man like Jackson Adams went on in this tournament and eventually would clash with AWOL? Are you actually attempting to convince me of this? Because Jackson has dollar signs all over him, he’d make millions for this company as the Champion.

Lethal still doesn’t seem to know what to do in this situation with the fans screaming for him not to take the dive in this match. He finally takes a deep breath and glares at an impatient Adams, who is slapping the back of his wrist, stating that his time is wearing out. Weapon sighs before he drops to the canvas slowly across his back, lying across it and causing the fans to express their outrage. Jackson takes a step back, laughing to himself now as he glares down Lethal, shaking his head slowly while motioning towards him with both of his hands and looking out over the fans.

Jackson: So you guys have actually started to respect this guy? Hahahaha. Well, you’ll now have to respect me, Jackson Adams......

JA steps towards Lethal, taking his dear old time before he lifts his foot into the air and places it mockingly on the chest of Weapon, who is still lying on the canvas. Jackson now flexes both of his muscles inward while pointing with his thumbs at his chest.

Adams:.....The next World Heavyweight Champion!

The fans are booing furiously, heckling Adams and this scenario as the referee drops to make the count.

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Douglas: I tell you, this place is turning into fucking WCW!

Mayne: I liked WCW, especially in 1999.

Dan: You would, wouldn’t you?

The ref’s hand drops to the canvas one last time, seconds away from slapping it while Adams continues to laugh to himself.

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The fans erupt as Weapon swipes the foot off of his chest and sits up, immediately glaring over his shoulder straight at a shocked Jackson Adams. JA’s mouth is hanging open as he begins to shake his head, spotting the fury and determination in the eyes of Weapon.

Billy: Uh oh, thank about what your doing Lethal, your throwing away your career!

Douglas: Weapon will lay down for nobody!

Jackson stands back, still shaking his head as Weapon rises to a knee. The holder of the stolen Livewire title looks outraged as he steps forward and slaps the back of his hand against his palm, three times, demanding Weapon drop down so that he can make the pin. A grin slowly cuts across Lethal’s face though as he begins to shake his head back and forth slowly, refusing to do so. Adams begins to mumble something beneath his breath as his eyes widen with rage, rushing forward and throwing a fist at Lethal. Weapon reaches out and catches his fist in the palm of his hand, standing up and gripping it tightly as Jackson begins to hop up and down, shouting in pain. He glares at his hand, which is being crushed with the strength of Lethal, who’s grin fades, his skin becoming a shade of red. Weapon drags Adams forward by his gripped hand, straight into a thunderous clothesline that knocks him off of his feet and down to the canvas.

Billy: Lethal just made the biggest mistake of his life!

Douglas: I don’t know about that Billy, he’s standing up for what’s right for a change.

Jackson rolls over immediately, standing up and looking shocked as Weapon takes him off of his feet with another quick lariat. Adams rolls over and stands up when Weapon bounces off the ropes and comes in with a running shoulder block that once again takes down the fake champion. The shot sends Jackson crashing to the canvas before he rolls over once more and stands up, looking livid, furious in fact. He begins to puff himself up to look bigger and meaner as he steps towards Weapon who simply slaps the taste out of his mouth with a sickening open hand palm strike to his cheek. Jackson crashes onto the canvas across his back, appearing stunned before he rolls away from Lethal, getting onto his knees and staring at legend. Adams gets both hands up in front of himself, begging off with a wide eyed shocked expression on his face.

Weapon shakes his head though and lifts his finger into the air, tilting it from side to side before stepping towards Adams who suddenly reaches out and grabs the front of his pants. He pulls down on them and causes Lethal to fly forward face first into the top turnbuckle pad. Lethal now leans against the corner with the fans booing as Jackson stands up behind him and immediately clubs Weapon over the back with a hard forearm. He bends forward quickly and drives his shoulder into the lower back of Weapon, causing him to shout out in pain before Adams stands up and throws a knee into the kidney area of Lethal as well. Jackson looks all fired up with a large red streak left on the side of his face before he grabs the shoulder of Weapon and turns him around.

He pulls his hand back and chops Lethal viciously across the chest, causing Weapon to kick his legs into the air and the fans to groan loudly over the sound of the blow. Jackson grabs the top rope and begins to kick Lethal to the gut repeatedly, appearing absolutely outraged by the actions of Weapon, his refusal to compromise. He hits one more stomp and grabs the wrist of Lethal, whipping him across the ring quickly when Weapon reverses the whip however. The crowd starts to go nuts as Jackson is sent charging into the opposite turnbuckle quickly, Lethal rushing in after him. Jackson reaches out for the turnbuckle before he reaches it, wrapping his hands around the top cable and pushing his lower body up into the air. He tries to float over Lethal rushing in under him only for Weapon to catch JA on top of his shoulder.

Weapon turns away from the corner suddenly with Jackson on top of his shoulder before he rushes him forward and flips him over. He pulls him down from the powerslam position directly into a Canadian backbreaker straight across his knee. Jackson shouts out in pain as Lethal stands up, pushing Adams from across his knee up to his feet and hooking his leg around one of JA’s. He drops back into a Russian leg sweep, completely the quick move as Weapon turns over and immediately drops down into a quick cover, burying his forearm into the face of Jackson.

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Adams kicks out, appearing stunned as he tries to roll away from Weapon. He shakes his head back and forth while attempting to get to his hands and knees, trying to crawl away from Weapon, who stands up and immediately catches Jackson with a knee to the face. Adams gets to a kneeling base with a dazed look on his features when Weapon steps in and blasts him with a hard shin kick to the chest, the fans groaning at the sound of the impact. Jackson appears shocked and disorientated by the blows before Weapon steps in and grabs a hand full of his hair, leaning in to speak into his ear.

Lethal: I don’t lay down for anybody!

Douglas: You tell him Lethal, I’m so glad that the memory of what has been such a great tournament, wasn’t tarnished with politics.

Mayne: Oh well, Adams will just have to come back in this match and beat Weapon for the three count anyway. Lethal just could have saved himself the trouble though by allowing himself to be pinned in the first place.

Lethal slaps his arms around the head of Jackson, placing him in a cravat while he is in the kneeling position. He seems to want to slow this thing down while continuing to grip the noggin of Adams in such a tight hold. He uses the submission to pull Jackson’s head downward, giving him the ability to throw several knees upward into the face of Adams repeatedly. The crowd is screaming at the sight and viciousness of the knees before Weapon breaks the cravat and goes rushing across the ring into the opposite ropes. He bounces off, coming back in for one more running, high knee lift to the face of a very dazed, now bleeding from the nose Jackson. He throws the high impact knee only for Jackson to turn and avoid it, in the process standing up and catching Weapon under the knee. He lifts him up into the air with all of his strength as he switches around behind his back, falling in reverse straight into a hard regal suplex, keeping the leg of Weapon hooked as he back drops him viciously into the canvas. He keeps Lethal’s shoulders pressed to the canvas while hooking the leg as the crowd boos loudly.

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Weapon kicks out much to the dismay of Adams who rises to his knees, breathing very heavily and looking stunned that he didn’t get the pinfall so quickly in this match. Weapon rolls onto his back as Jackson jumps across the ring and wraps his hands around the throat of the Legend, beginning to strangle him.

Jackson is shouting obscenities while continuing to choke out Weapon who is kicking both of his legs and gasping for air. The fans are booing loudly before Adams breaks the strangle hold at the referee’s behest, standing up and immediately lifting his leg into the air. He drops it across the throat of Weapon and rolls over to his knees then jumps onto his feet. He steps in quickly and with anger, dropping the point of his elbow directly into the chest of Lethal. As soon as he falls to the canvas, he wraps his arm around the neck of Lethal though, locking in a side headlock and really rubbing it in with his arms scrapping the sides of Weapon’s head. Jackson peers around at the crowd with a deranged look in his eyes and blood dribbling down his nose.

Mayne: Hahaha, look at this now, Jackson Adams in control of Lethal Weapon, dominating the legend, and teaching him why it would have been easier on him to take the fall.

Douglas: Jackson certainly is controlling things right now, but the anger over this situation continues to motivate Weapon, and will continue to do so throughout this match for sure.

Weapon begins to turn his body much to Jackson’s anger, getting over onto his knees and pushing his opponent upward onto his knee. Lethal turns and places his shoulder to the back of Jackson while forcing himself upward onto his feet and dragging Adams in the same direction. Both men get to a standing base as Weapon throws a forearm into the lower back of his opponent, followed by another one and now rushes backwards into the ropes. He pulls Jackson spine first into the cables and launches him off across the ring into the opposite ropes. Weapon steps to the center of the ring and bends down as Jackson bounces off the cables and comes back in, spotting him at the last second. He immediately gets his boot up into a hard shot to the jaw of Weapon, that causes Lethal to stand up and go into a spin. Jackson swings around into a roaring elbow to the face of Weapon, taking him back down to the canvas across his back, reaching for his jaw in pain.

The fans are booing loudly as Jackson now sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles, shouting his own praises. As he receives such a negative response Adams rolls his eyes and gives the crowd the up yours taunt, and now turns towards the down Weapon. Lethal gets to his knees when Jackson rushes forward quickly and plants his shin to the forehead of his opponent. Lethal rises to his knees, grimacing from the shot before Jackson places him in a front gantry, dragging him up onto his feet. He grabs the back of his pants and snaps over in reverse into a quick vertical suplex, viciously slamming the body of Weapon into the canvas. Jackson rolls over backwards though, holding onto the front gantry, flipping over in the direction of Weapon and in the process pulling him up to his seat. Jackson ends up at the side of Lethal, holding him in the front gantry submission before he changes it up, reaching down and hooking up both of Weapon’s arms. He remains at the side of Lethal, facing the opposite direction as he hooks both of Weapon’s arms and now interlocks his hands between the shoulder blades of the Legend. He has him placed in a version of the double chickenwing, causing the fans to become louder in their verbal hatred.

Douglas: The double chickenwing locked in by Jackson Adams from a modified position, this is one tough hold to escape from, I can tell you that much.

Mayne: A three year old could tell us that Dan. But I agree, the way that Jackson has this submission established, makes it almost impossible for Lethal to escape it.

Weapon is shaking his head while he remains on the canvas, resting on his posterior but trying to will himself upwards. He grits his teeth, passion depicted within his eyes as he begins to force his way up onto his feet, Jackson shaking his head in shock. He seems to be in disbelief that he can’t keep Lethal down and force him to tap out to this submission. Finally, with every bit of his strength, Weapon gets to his feet, bent forward slightly with the double chickenwing still established by the very determined Adams. Suddenly Jackson hoists Weapon into the air while still in the submission and flips him over forward into what appears almost to be a suplex before turning him inside out and dropping Lethal back first straight on top of his knee. Lethal wails in agony as he tumbles off the knee and collapses onto his side, reaching for his kidney area.

Before he has a second to recover Jackson grabs him by the hair and sits Weapon up on the canvas, the crowd still growing at the sight of the back breaker variation connected with by the very intense Adams. JA drops down behind Lethal, allowing him to sit up on the canvas before Adams wraps his forearm around the face of Weapon and folds up his arm, placing him in the crossface chickenwing this time. He even gets his knee up to bury it into the spine of a roaring Weapon, who is trying his best to fight through this hold. Jackson looks around at the fans, appearing very proud of himself with blood still rolling down his nose and spilling from his upper lip. The crowd is slapping the barricades and standing up straight, shouting for Weapon to fight through this hold, demanding that he do so while Jackson continues to grip him tightly in the submission, really depriving the air to the head of the Legend.

Jackson shouts loudly for them to shut up, but they refuse to obey, still striking the barricades with their palms and cheering loudly. It actually seems to be motivating Weapon, who has stated his disdain for the fans before, yet oddly seems to be fueled by their support on this occasion. Lethal gets his knee beneath him while still being held tightly in the submission by Jackson, who stands up behind him, still shaking his head in disbelief over what is happening. Weapon gets his feet beneath him with the crowd going absolutely insane, realizing that all he must do now is force his way free of the submission. With his arm pinned behind his in almost a hammerlock and with Adams’ own arms locking it in place by gripping both of his hands together to the side of Weapon’s head, there seem to be little avenue for escape.

Lethal unleashes a grunt though and drops down sideways towards the canvas, causing Adams to be flipped over him and sent rolling across the canvas forward. Jackson turns onto his hands and knees, looking shocked before he stands up and steps towards Lethal, who is rising to his feet. He kicks Weapon directly to the gut, causing the opponent to be bent forward as Jackson begins to hook both of his arms, setting up for his version of the Angel’s Wings. Weapon stands up straight though, back dropping Jackson over his head and sending him soaring through the air before crashing hard back first into the canvas.

Douglas: Lethal fighting back here, fighting through the pain of all these submissions that Jackson has been wearing him down with.

Mayne: Cone on Adams, your just one submission away from finishing this off, from moving onto beat Desolation and become the number one contender for the World Heavyweight title!

Weapon leans on the ropes for support as Jackson rolls to his hands and knees, standing up only for Lethal to bounce back first off the cables and bends forward, rushing at Adams for the Golden Bullet Spear. Jackson spots it coming though and springs into the air, leap frogging Weapon as he came charging in. Lethal stands up now and charges into the opposite ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Jackson, who rushes quickly at Weapon, getting his knee up into the Legend’s gut. Lethal is flipped over as a result, crashing onto his back and wrapping his hands around his mid-section, wailing in anguish from the collision. Jackson drops to a single knee, appearing exhausted and looking at the booing fans before he scrambles in the direction of Lethal. He pushes him down to the canvas across his back and drops into the cover with the fans screaming in anger.

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Lethal gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, sitting himself up in the process before Jackson gets onto his knees behind him. He immediately slaps his arms around the neck of Lethal, placing him in a textbook sleeper hold while reaching down and grabbing one of Weapon’s arms. He pins it behind the back of Lethal in the hammerlock position, using the point of his knee to drive it into his lower back. Jackson really has the sleeper locked in, gripping onto the hold with all of his strength and with passion in his eyes. He is all fired up to keep Lethal down as the man who’s ended so many careers continues to sit on the ring, appearing to be in a great deal of pain. The fans once again find themselves slapping the barricades and begging Weapon to get up, not to let Jackson move on in the World title tournament.

Mayne: This is it Dan, Lethal has used all nine of his lives, he’s not escaping this submission hold this time. Adams has done nothing more than methodically wear down this so called legend, to a point where he can barely even move. He’s finished Dan, he’s finished, he’s got nothing left against this type of onslaught.

Douglas: We get it already, Jesus. But I think Weapon is still feeding off the fury he feels over the situation that Comeau put him in to begin with.

The tight grip of Jackson seems to be doing the trick on Lethal, who’s passion begins to fade. The look of determination in his eyes is dwindling while Adams looks around wide eyed and grinning sadistically over what he is doing, feeling the end of Weapon coming along very shortly. Sweat streams down the battered features of Weapon as Jackson continues to twist at his head with almost a version of the rear naked choke applied. Adams pulls Weapon over onto his back now so that both men are laid out across the canvas, Jackson still holding onto the sleeper with all his upper body strength.

Every fan is standing and going nuts, showing their support for Weapon, stomping their feet and putting their hands together. They seem determined to get Weapon to fight his way through this rather he likes them or not. They slap the barricade as hard as they can now, creating a loud rumble while Lethal only seems to further fade into oblivion. The referee steps in now, noticing that Lethal may be completely out of it as he grabs his arm and lifts it into the air, holding it there for several seconds. He now allows it to drop to the canvas with the crowd watching closely, without warning it shoots back up into the air though, causing Adams’ eyes to widen in absolute astonishment.

Weapon begins to shake his arm several times, the fire returning to his eyes, determination and focus setting into his frame. Jackson is closing his eyes and begging Weapon to stay down, pleading with him to give up as the legend forces himself upwards rather heroically. The crowd is swelling with a buzz as Lethal pushes himself up onto a knee, Jackson forcing himself to a kneeling base as well, while still trying in vain to keep the submission locked in. With all of his remaining drive and momentum, Weapon wills his way back up onto his feet, Jackson standing behind him, desperately trying to keep him down on the canvas in the hold. Lethal turns the side of his body to face the stomach of Adams before he launches an elbow directly into the ribs of Jackson. The shot causes Adams to bend forward before Lethal hits him with another elbow to the gut, trying his best to fight his way free.

He seems to finally be doing so, weakening the grasp of Adams enough to pull his head free. He turns to face Jackson, who reaches up with his hands and claws the eyes of Lethal, digging his nails deeply into his retinas. He rips away at them, causing Lethal to grab his face in pain, before Jackson steps forward and grabs the back of his head. Jackson pulls him down into a front gantry when Lethal pushes him off backwards directly into the ropes. The force of the collision with the cables, sends Adams rushing forward back at Lethal, who catches him with his hands placed to the gut and chest of Jackson, throwing him up high into the air. Lethal steps out of the way as Jackson catches tremendous height before coming down face first into the canvas with hard impact, popping up onto his knees with a shocked expression on his face in the process.

Douglas: What a move by Lethal Weapon, Jackson catching some extreme height on that move!

Mayne: That was a nasty collision, and a nasty cheat by Lethal, did you, or did you not see him grab the hair of Jackson to escape that hold?

Dan: Lay off the cough syrup already Billy, your starting to have hallucinations. Next thing you know, you’ll be spotting good Lord X promos.

Adams rises to his knees, reaching for his mid-section when Weapon steps in and grabs him around the shoulder and the thigh. He lifts him up into the air and then drops him mid-section first onto his knee with a gut buster before standing up and stepping to his side. Jackson yells out in pain but has no time to do anything else as Weapon places him in a side waist lock and drops back into the hard suplex. Adams crashes into the canvas across his back, yelling out in pain still as he sits up, Weapon rising to his feet and charging into the cables in front of him quickly. He bounces off and comes charging back in at the seated Jackson, with a devastating running knee strike directly to the face of the former Livewire Champion, sending both men crashing into the canvas. The crowd is erupting at the sound of the knee strike and Weapon taking control briefly in this match with that intense combination of moves.

The blood draining from the nose of Adams is coming down in buckets almost now as he starts to roll away from Weapon, who has forced himself up to a crawling base. He shakes his head several times, trying to get the screws lose while Jackson rolls into the ropes, desperately using them to stand up. As both men get up, Weapon steps up behind Jackson quickly, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around into a hard closed fist directly across the jaw. Adams’ legs kick into the air before Weapon chops Jackson with absolute brutality across the chest, leaving a red streak across his sternum. Lethal spins around and delivers a hard roaring elbow into the jaw of Jackson now before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring.

Jackson charges into the cables and bounces off of them before coming back in at Lethal, who steps forward and catches him against his shoulder, standing up as he sets up for the spinebuster. Adams begins to squirm free though, trying to slide over his shoulder and down his back. He successfully does so, wrapping his arms around the waist of Weapon and rolling him over in reverse into a pinning predicament. Lethal’s shoulders are pressed to the canvas as the official drops down and makes the count, the crowd screaming loudly.

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Weapon gets his shoulder off the canvas, forcing Adams to stand up and try to lock the legs of Lethal around one another. He places them in a cloverleaf before trying his best to push him over onto his stomach in order to lock the hold in to the best of his abilities.

Mayne: Jackson going for a cloverleaf, trying his best to lock it in!

Dan: This would be just another submission to wear down Weapon, maybe enough to finally earn the pinfall!

Weapon grits his teeth and yells at the top of his lungs before he fights his legs free and wraps them around the ankle of Adams unexpectedly. He drop toe holds Jackson down to the canvas face first before Weapon slides around onto his hands and knees, standing up and stepping over the legs of Adams, trying to pull them up into the sharpshooter. The crowd is going nuts as Jackson tries to fight it with all of his strength, shouting widely and frantically trying to get away. Weapon refuses to release him though, attempting to the best of his abilities to establish the hold. Jackson pulls his legs free though and turns his body, reaching up and grabbing the back of Weapon’s pants, rolling him over backwards into a school boy pin, desperate for the three count.

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Weapon kicks out to a loud reaction from the fans as Jackson rolls away from him, full of sweat and still bleeding badly from the nose. He seems infuriated as he rises to his feet and grabs Weapon by the hair, striking him to the side of the head with a forearm strike, taking it directly to his temple. Lethal is almost knocked from a kneeling base as Jackson kicks him to the jaw now and rushes across the ring quickly, directly into the cables. He bounces off and comes charging back in at Weapon, who suddenly stands up, catching Adams against his shoulder and spinning around into a brutal spinebuster. The body of Jackson is driven violently into the canvas as the crowd reacts with a wave of shock. Lethal rolls towards Jackson, hooking his leg in the process with the crowd still cheering.

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Adams gets his shoulder up off the canvas, turning onto his side with disbelief draped over his battered features. Lethal rolls away from Jackson onto his hands and knees, bent forward and staring directly at JA with determined, wide eyes. He seems to be setting up for the Golden Bullet Spear as Jackson rolls to a crawling base, forcing himself up onto his feet. He is bent forward and looking to be in great deal of pain when a furious Weapon charges across the ring, going for the Golden Bullet Spear. Jackson turns to face him and spots him at the last second, pulling the golden plate of the Livewire title around his waist, in front of his stomach. Weapon’s shoulder slams directly into the belt, both men flying down into the canvas, but Adams having avoided the impact of the spear and caused Lethal to take the damage. Weapon rolls onto his side, grabbing his arm immediately as Jackson spills onto the ring and now crawls quickly into the cover on Lethal, hooking his leg with the fans booing loudly.

Mayne: That was brilliant, Jackson causing Weapon to crash right into the title belt around his waist, I tell you, this man is a genius, he must have a more advanced brain that Albert Einstein and Steven Hawkins put together.

Douglas: Oh come on, that was an absolute bullshit move by Adams, the cheating little whore.

Mayne: Did you just call Adams, a whore?

Jackson has the leg hooked with the fans screaming as the referee drops to make the count.

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No! Weapon kicks out with a few seconds to spare, Jackson rising to his seat and appearing absolutely stunned that he didn’t get the pinfall. He digs his fingers into the palms of his hands, shaking violently as he looks around in astonishment over not getting the pinfall. Weapon is gripping his shoulder badly though as Adams stands up and wraps his hands around his jaw, turning him around onto his knees. Lethal looks to be no more than dead weight as the crowd starts to boo, spotting none other than the General Manager, Mark Comeau strolling out confidently onto the stage. He has a wide grin on his face as he arrogantly saunters onto the stage, liking what he’s seeing as Adams forces the almost motionless Weapon onto his feet, forcing his arm across his throat, setting up for the Spectacular Ending (moonsault rock bottom).

Mayne: Lethal is about to be finished off with the Spectacular Ending with Comeau watching on, what a proud moment.

Douglas: Heroic, are you out of your gord? He had to use the title he stole to get in this position for crying out loud! There couldn’t be anything more antic heroic.

Jackson is about to lift Weapon when the legend throws his elbow into the back of Adams’ head. He breaks the attempt as he steps behind the back of Jackson, who staggers forward quickly. Lethal rushes into the ropes behind Jackson quickly, bouncing off the cables and coming back in for a big spear when Adams turns around and kicks the face of Weapon quickly with a hard shot. Weapon stands up straight with a dazed glint in his eyes when Jackson grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the opposite ropes, successfully having blocked the Golden Bullet Spear yet again. Weapon bounces off the cables and comes back in at Jackson who bends forward, going for a back drop it looks like. Lethal stops just short of him though, reaching down and hooking up both of his arms before glaring at a shocked Comeau on the stage and jumping into the air. He looks as if he is about to hit the pedigree but instead puts his knee to the back of Adams’ head, forcing him down face first into the canvas with the modified pedigree type move. Jackson bashes off the canvas bloody nose first and rolls onto his back as Weapon quickly crawls into the cover.

Douglas: Lethal just hit the Final Shot, he got it on Adams, but will it finally be enough?

Mayne: Nooo, this isn’t suppose to be how this match goes, Weapon was suppose to be guaranteed to lose tonight.

Lethal has the leg of Adams hooked while still glaring up the ramp, straight at Comeau, who is shaking his head and appearing rather furious. The referee’s hand comes down for the three count with the fans cheering loudly.

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The fans stand with great pleasure at the sight of Weapon defiantly earning the pinfall over Jackson Adams, and now moving onto the finals of the number one contenders tournament.

Dan: Lethal has done it, he’s moving onto the finals of the tournament to face Desolation. He won a hard fought match here tonight and in the process spit in the face of Mark Comeau.

Mayne: How dare he not play by the rules tonight, how dare he not put over the better athlete, someone capable of performing and performing well, which Weapon is incapable of. This is a travesty, a travesty I say.

Douglas: Like it or not, Weapon has won here on Annihilation, and next week he will thus face off against Desolation in what should be a blockbuster match.

Lethal stands up straight and glares over the ropes at Comeau still, the GM bitting his lower lip and shaking his head back and forth. He seems very upset, greatly outraged in fact over this victory while shaking his head back and forth, backing towards the curtains slowly, still looking outraged. Weapon now reaches down with his fingers, making a belt motion across his waist, signifying that he shall be the next World Heavyweight Champion much to Mark’s dismay.


RETRIBUTION TAKING SHAPE


An eager Tony Dull’s face takes up the camera’s frame as he marches down a corridor, making sure that the camera is following him. The newest edition to Annihilation’s backstage correspondent team continues to move onward in a hurry as he passes the usual interview area set up.

Dull: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Dull, and I’m backstage with some rather urgent, late breaking news that I’m sure everyone will find very interesting this evening.

Tony stops as the camera turns to spot none other than Nathan Creed standing in front of Dull, staring down into a monitor with a remote in his hand. A large grin is spread across the sweaty, slightly bloodied face of Creed, who seems to be greatly enjoying the images on the screen, the closing moments of the match between Weapon and Jackson. He shakes his head slowly while still smirking, greatly entertained at the sight of Adams being defeated by Lethal in the center of the ring.

Nathan: Poor little Adams.

Creed turns and spots Tony, acting pleased to see him.

Dull: Well Nathan, I brought the camera and the microphone like you requested, what’s this late breaking news?

The microphone is extended outward in the direction of Nathan’s face as he swipes a white towel over his slightly bloodied features. He steps close to Tony, leaning down slightly to speak into the microphone while staring intensely into the camera.

Nathan: My announcement is simple, I’m sick of waiting for something to be done about the theft of my Livewire title, and more importantly, I’m sick of this war between myself and Jackson Adams. It’s been going on since way back at Extinction, where this all started in that ladder match after he stole the victory away from me.

Passion builds within Nathan, his anger steadily increasing at the memories of the feud that has waged between himself and Adams, the blood, the sweat and the tears that have been shed as a result.

Nathan: Therefore, I’m going to end it, and since Adams is the current number one contender for my title, and since he just lost out there pathetically against Lethal Weapon, I’m hereby challenging him to a match at Retribution. But not just any match, I’m talking about a contest that will finally end this, that will conclude this feud between the two of us once and for all.

More intensity builds in Nathan’s eyes as he stares intensely into the camera, almost as if he were glaring into the features of Adams himself.

Nathan: At Retribution Jackson Adams, I want you one on one in a match similar to the one that started this war between us in the first place. Jackson, at Retribution, I want you in a tables, ladders and chairs match. That’s right, Nathan Creed vs. Jackson Adams II, this time under TLC rules. And finally, one of us will be walking away from that contest the undisputed Livewire Champion after they snatch the belt from a hook hanging above the ring.

Nathan steps up closer to the camera, seething in even greater rage than before, all fired up and emotional as he contemplates ending this saga between himself and Adams once and for all.

Creed: No more running Jackson, no more claims of being the real champion. Retribution, we find out who truly is the better man, and we do it by taking the title.

Nathan turns away from the camera and begins to storm off while Tony sticks the mic out in his direction.

Tony: Wait Nathan, what about that big guy who helped you out in the ring tonight, what’s your relationship with him....

Creed doesn’t stop to answer questions, just continues to march off in defiance. With a shocked expression on his face, Tony looks back at the camera.

Dull: There you have it ladies and gentlemen, Nathan Creed vs. Jackson Adams in a TLC match at Retribution, my God, that should be simply put, awesome!

Tony continues to look giddy at the mere prospect of such a match finally unfolding.


WILL HE SHOW UP?


Security continues to line the parking structure entrance, each one of their backs facing the camera as they gaze outward upon the ramp leading into the arena. They seem intent not to allow a single soul to step foot in the arena, especially one named AWOL, the World Heavyweight Champion still being restricted admission to this stadium. The camera turns a bit to reveal none other than Susie Moore standing backstage with a microphone clutched tightly within her hand and a very eager expression on her lovely face.

Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Susie Moore, backstage still waiting for AWOL to arrival here this evening. Unfortunately there is still no sign of him, and speculation going around the lockeroom is that he may truly be frightened of Chapel and not show up at all.

Confusion sets into Susie’s face as she raises an eyebrow.

Moore: No wait, or was it Mark Comeau he was afraid of? Or Orlando Cruze, hold on, isn’t everyone claiming responsibility for AWOL not being here? I’m more confused than I was over my sexuality in college freshman year.....

Susie looks up, realizing that the camera is still on and focused upon her. She replaces her confusion with a wide grin.

Susie: Anyway, the point is, AWOL still hasn’t shown up, and nobody seems to know where he, or what is motivation is for not being here as of ye.....

Her lips freeze in movement, no longer producing words as headlights shine in front her elegant, her eyes transferring to a limo that is pulling slowly into the arena. The long black, sleek limo comes to a stop in front of the security personal, who stand on edge, pumped, energetic to face whomever may stroll from the back door.

Susie: Speak of the devil, this might be AWOL right now, let’s try to get a word with him before security attempts to throw him out of the arena.

Moore with anxiousness rushes towards the limo, which is parked and sparkling, shimmering brightly as the lights flicker down across it’s polished surface. Security is surrounding the car, waiting for someone to peak their head out with Susie leaning forward, trying to glare through the window, to catch a glance of the man seated inside. Slowly the door begins to open, the crowd on the inside of the arena buzzing with excitement at the prospect of spotting the World Champion on Annihilation for the first time in weeks. Suddenly, to Susie’s confusion, from the back of the limo exits none other than Donovan Cage, the newest addition to the Annihilation roster. He looks around at security and the cameras with a very surprised expression on his face, glaring at them through his expensive, designer shades while fixing his white suit.

Donovan: Wow, this rather shocking. I knew my coming to Annihilation was going to be a huge, big, monumental deal, but I never expected to receive such a warm welcome.

Susie blinks her eyes several times in the direction of Donovan, who steps around his door and makes his way in the direction of the attractive backstage correspondent, security rolling their eyes as they retake their original positions. Donovan overlooks Susie with a rather pleased expression on his face.

Moore: Um, who in the world are you?

Donovan acts taken aback a bit by the question, before he chuckles and shakes his head.

Cage: The question isn’t who I am, it’s what I’m going to do for this brand, which could definitely need some reconstructive surgery. I’m here young lady, to shape up this place, to bring it back to the main stream glory in which it once possessed.....

As he continues speaking, none other than Desolation strolls into the camera’s frame, still holding the comically large cell phone to the side of his head and overlooking the limo in front of him, with the back door popped open.

Desolation: Yeah, if you could, get the Captain Kirk’s chair from Star Trek and have it delivered to my office for next week, I’m sure Ron will love that. Make sure to bring in the dozen hams too, we can’t have Bob going without his mid-day snack.......oh, hello there.

Desolation pulls the phone away from his ear, overlooking the limo with the back door open.

Desolation: Well, this certainly is a welcomed surprise, my own limo, I guess this federation is finally starting to realize who has the real talent around here, who the one person around here is that isn’t a drama queen. After all, I don’t have to piss on corpses to get over, or make life or death decisions concerning children to get sympathy.

Desolation continues to speak into his phone as he slides into the back seat of the limo and slams the door shut. The long black sleek vehicle starts up and takes off as Donovan continues to chat with Susie, not even realizing that his limo has been commandeered.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



AWOL VS. CHAPEL VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
TRIPLE THREAT ENCOUNTER


Douglas: I cannot believe this, AWOL still not showing up here this evening.

Mayne: And why should he, he knows he’ll just get either kicked out of the building when he shows up, or get his kicked around in the ring by Chapel.

Dan: I’m not sure AWOL would allow either of those things to happen to him.

Billy: Oh yeah, then why isn’t he here yet?

Douglas: I don’t know, I just don’t know. I have no clue what’s going on here tonight.

The lights dim and children’s voices sing over the PA system…

“Ring a ring of roses, a pocket full of posies, atishoo, atishoo, we all fall down”

As the last word finishes all goes silent, and a green light emanates from the entrance area. Suddenly Every time I Die by Children of Bodom blasts over the PA system and Orlando Cruze walks through the curtain to a massive ovation from the fans. Orlando stands there for a moment, looking left and then right, before holding his arm aloft with his fist clenched. Explosions rocks the ramp way as Orlando makes his way down the ramp when suddenly Chapel rushes through the curtains and charges straight at Cruze, connecting with a stiff forearm strike to his upper back. The crowd erupts into a furious outcry of boos as Cruze spills onto the ramp and rolls down it in the direction of the ring.

Mayne: What the hell, Chapel assaulting Orlando from behind before this match could even get started!

Douglas: God dammit, I’ve had it with this chaos tonight, Chapel has officially snapped it appears!

Orlando rises to his feet quickly and turns towards Chapel, who kicks him brutally to the forehead with a stiff shot that knocks him down onto the metal once more. Cruze grabs his forehead as he gets onto his knees, Chapel’s face full of tension as he rushes forward and knees the side of Cruze’s head, knocking him down to the ramp. The War Angel almost appears to be foaming at the mouth as Orlando rolls down the ramp to the mats, getting to a crawling base. He tries to move towards the ring when Chapel steps towards him quickly, still appearing very upset, outraged by what Orlando helped to do last week, screwing him over in that match against Lethal Weapon. He kicks Orlando directly to the chest, causing him to rise to his knees and cringe from the pain before the King of Monsters drags him up to his feet and grabs a hold of his wrist, as well as the back of his head. He rushes him directly at the steel steps and pushes him down so that the back of his head and shoulders collide violently with the steel. The upper half of the stairs fly across the mats as Orlando gets to his feet instinctively, arching his back in pain while he turns towards Chapel, who rushes forward and violently lariats him down to the mats.

Douglas: I cannot believe that Chapel attacked Orlando from behind to get this match started. I know that both of these men absolutely despise one another with a passion, but this getting past the point of damn near ridiculous.

Mayne: Just like I said earlier in the night about the situation brewing between the Alpha Generation and Nathan Creed, as well as Robin Brooks, this feud isn’t going to conclude until one of these two are out of the ULW for good.

Chapel grabs Orlando around the jaw, and forces him up onto his feet before burying his shoulder into his mid-section and rushing him backwards, spine first into the ring apron. Orlando yells out in pain, yet remains standing with his back pressed to the apron, his arms spread out over it while Chapel rises to his feet. He delivers a thunderous knife edge chop across the chest of Cruze, causing his legs to kick up into the air as he yells in pain. Cruze turns away from Chapel who grabs him by the back of the head, bending forward to shout into his face.

Chapel: You stupid mother fucker, you ruined everything, you ruined everything!

Chapel stands Orlando up and still grips him by the back of the head and spine, rushing him at the steel post as he crashes into it forehead first. The blow sends Orlando crashing to the mats as he wraps his hands around his head, yelling out in anguish from the collision as he places his palm to his battered forehead. Chapel steps towards him, still cringing and seething in anger as Orlando gets to a crawling base and has the War Angel grab him by the back of the head. He steps forward and connects with a hard shin kick to the forehead of Orlando, knocking him over backwards onto his seat as he leans back first against the barricade. Chapel turns away from Cruze and taps his temple slowly before he spins around and places the heel of his boot to the forehead of Orlando. He pushes it across his scalp, hitting a face wash, and then doing it once more, the crowd booing as they realize he is setting up for one of AWOL’s trademark moves.

Dan: Oh come on now, Chapel brutalizing Orlando at the same time as throwing a jab at AWOL. Can this man get any more lower.

Mayne: I don’t think so, because he’s pretty tall.

Douglas: Billy, try to grasp the concept of a non literal phrase, a figure of speech.

Billy: Shows how smart you are, a speech doesn’t have a figure.

Dan: My point exactly.

Chapel rushes backwards away from the seated Cruze, before turning around with a disturbing grin on his face. He charges straight at Orlando, who moves out of the way of his boot at the last second, avoiding the face wash. Chapel’s boot crashes into the steel plate of the barricade, busting it slightly, bending it inward. Cruze stands up beside Chapel and kicks him to the inner thigh now. Chapel shouts in pain before Orlando kicks him to the back of his thigh once more while his foot is still caught in the barricade. Orlando steps around behind his back quickly and grabs Chapel around the jaw, bending his head backwards before he gives him a hard European uppercut to the back of his head. Chapel tumbles forward into the barricade, leaning over it as Cruze finally starts to get some momentum going in his favor.

Orlando grabs Chapel around the head and turns him around before dragging him towards the ring. He rolls Chapel in under the cables before rising onto the apron as quickly as possible. Chapel gets to his knees as Orlando slides through the ropes and rushes up to his side, connecting with a stiff basement dropkick directly to the side of the War Angel’s head. The blow knocks Chapel over sideways, sending him into a roll towards the ropes before Cruze rises to his feet and charges into the ropes at his opponent’s side. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in before jumping into the air, catching tremendous height while coming down knee first directly into the forehead of Chapel, causing his entire body to kick upward into the air.

Orlando rushes to his feet once more as fast as he can, still trying to captalize upon this swing in momentum. He jumps through the ropes onto the apron then quickly climbs to the top rope, standing up tall upon it and then falling forward into a diving headbunt straight to the chest fo Chapel. The crowd goes nuts as Chapel’s body kicks into the air, Orlando quickly hooking it and the fans erupting into cheers.

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Chapel kicks out quickly rolling onto his knees with a fury brooding within his eyes.

Douglas: Orlando hitting a series of explosive moves there and coming close to pinning Chapel already in this fast paced, chaotic match.

Mayne: Yeah, but this wasn’t slated to be a singles match, it was suppose to be triple threat, yet AWOL has still failed to show up at the arena. I’ve been telling you Dan, I’ve been telling you this entire time, AWOL is afraid of Chapel, he doesn’t want to come here and be embarrassed by the War Angel.

Dan: I don’t believe that, I can’t believe that. This is a man who stood toe to toe with AWOL at Paranoia, this is the man who has answered every challenge before his long illustrious career.

Billy: Yeah, and he’s also the missing man in this match, explain that one Dan.

Chapel is gripping his chest in pain as Orlando stands up and steps to his side. Chapel throws an elbow into the gut of Orlando, then does it once more before standing up and grabbing the back of Cruze’s head. He flings a forearm strike into the side of his face, sending Orlando into a spiral before he turns towards Chapel and connects with a roaring elbow to his jaw. Chapel backs up into the ropes, bouncing off the cables from the stiff shot to his mouth and then staggering towards Orlando, who catches him with a drop toe hold. Chapel crashes onto his face upon the ring as Orlando gets to his feet and rushes into the ropes at the side of Cruze. He bounces off the cables and comes rushing back in before he jumps high into the air, catching tremendous height. He comes down with a leg drop straight across the back of Chapel’s head, slamming his face into the ring from the violent crash.

Chapel grabs his head and rolls across the canvas as Orlando gets to his feet and quickly steps up in front of him, throwing right hands into his jaw repeatedly. He turns and rushes into the ropes backwards in front of the kneeling Chapel, bouncing off the cables and coming charging back in. Chapel stands up suddenly and places his hands to the gut and chest of Orlando, throwing him up into the air and catching him on top of his shoulders before dropping back into a hard Somoan slam. The crowd groans the collision as Orlando contorts his features in pain, rolling away from Chapel while wailing in anguish. He gets under the ropes and straight onto the apron, beginning to drag himself up to his feet in the process. He uses the cables to get himself to a standing base when he turns towards Chapel, who has risen to a standing base. Chapel rushes forward and connects with a running big boot square to the side of the face of Cruze, sending him flying off the apron as he turns and crashes chest first into the announce table.

The collision causes Cruze to bounce off violently as he spills onto his back, staring up at the rafters in a very dazed state. The crowd is groaning the force of the impact Orlando’s sternum took with the table, several of them still growing anxious to see the arrival of AWOL though it appears.

Dan: Orlando nearly crashing through our announce table, it’s a wonder his sternum wasn’t snapped by that type of impact.

Mayne: Yes, we’ve seen how bad it can be for these wrestlers to crash into our announce table, I still haven’t recovered after last week.

Douglas: Maybe you should take some time off then Billy, a lot of people are retiring at your age after all.

The fans are still groaning as Chapel steps onto the apron and then falls off, stepping towards the dazed Orlando. He grabs him around the head and rolls him onto his knees before pulling him to his feet and slamming him down face first into the announce table once more. Orlando bounces off with a very vile echo as he covers his chest with both hands, continuing to groan in pain. Chapel steps to his side though once more, placing him in a half nelson and then slamming him down face as well as chest first directly into the table. Orlando bounces off after the impact as he backs into Chapel, who places his hand to the throat of Cruze and grabs him by the back of the trunks. He lifts him up slightly and throws him back first into the apron once more, Orlando falling to his knee as he wails in anguish after the collision. Chapel steps up to his side and grabs him around the jaw, beginning to connect with several straight, closed right hands to his forehead repeatedly.

Orlando tries to cover up but is unable to as Chapel immediately places him in a front gantry and drags him to his feet. He turns his back to the mats and drops back into a hard vertical suplex, slamming the kidney area of Cruze into the thin layer of protective mats on the outside of the ring. Orlando once again yells out in anguish as he turns onto his side, shaking his head in pain while Chapel stands up, still in fury, looking all fired up on this occasion. He rolls under the ropes into the ring though and rolls back out onto the mats, starting towards Orlando once more. Cruze gets to his knees, gripping his spine and yelling in pain while Chapel pulls him up and rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring.

Chapel crawls up onto the apron while Orlando begins to crawl to the center of the ring, yelling out in pain. Chapel slides through the ropes and starts towards Orlando immediately, who turns towards him and flings his forearm into his stomach. Orlando connects with a chop upwards into the chest of the War Angel, causing him to stand up and cringe from the pain. Cruze rises to his feet as quickly as he can and connects with another stiff chop to the sternum of Chapel, causing the fans to unleash a woo loudly, drawn into the intensity of what has been thus far a very chaotic match.

Mayne: No, Orlando can’t be coming back here after all that Chapel has struck him with in this triple threat....I mean singles encounter, wink, wink.

Douglas: Yes, I still don’t know where AWOL is Billy. Quit rubbing it in.

Chapel leans back first against the ropes with a red streak on his chest when Orlando open hand chops him to the sternum this time and now launches a hard forearm into the side of his jaw. Chapel is almost knocked out of his boots before Cruze grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Chapel turns around though, placing the breaks on it and instead dragging Orlando forward into a short arm clothesline. Cruze ducks it and gets around behind the back of Chapel, wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for a German or back roll pin.

Chapel rushes forward into the cables, dragging Orlando with him and then hitting the cables chest and stomach first. He pushes off with his back, sending Cruze into a reverse roll as he tried to drop down and pull hm backwards into the pin. Cruze gets to his hands and knees then rushes straight at Chapel with his back pressed to the cables. Orlando jumps at Chapel, going for some type of huge move only for the War Angel to step forward, catching Cruze across the chest with one arm and slinging him down hard into the canvas with a standing STO. Orlando hits the ring hard and rolls away from the King of Monsters who puts on a snide glare as he steps forward and stares around at the fans with a truly twisted expression on his face.

Cruze grips the back of his neck as he rolls onto his hands and knees, trying to push himself up onto his feet. Chapel bounces off the cables and comes rushing back in though, catching Cruze around the neck and swinging him around into a hard, vicious neckbreaker move. The back of Cruze’s head strikes the ring hard as he sits up and groans in tremendous pain, Chapel grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him down into a pin. He buries his forearm into the face of Orlando going for the pin.

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Cruze kicks out, turning onto his side in the process with a bit of desperation in his eyes. Chapel stands up quickly and grabs Orlando by the back of the head before delivering a viciously stiff kick straight to his spine. Orlando arches his back before falling onto it, yelling out at the top of his lungs with the fans screaming obscenities at the War Angel. Chapel steps across the canvas and points at himself while shouting at the sold out crowd.

Chapel: Do you people see this, well do you! I’ve always been better than this man, and everyone knows that’s why AWOL’s not here tonight. He knows I’m better than him too!

The fans respond with anger and obscenities while Chapel turns towards Orlando, who is forcing himself up to a crawling base while still gripping the back of his neck. Chapel steps towards him, and kicks Cruze to the gut before dragging his head between his legs.

Douglas: Chapel could be setting up for a variety of big power moves here.

Mayne: I think he’s got one move in mind here Dan, to finish Orlando off once and for all, to conclude this historic rivalry. I think we’re about to witness that modified crucifix bomb into a lethal neckbreaker.

Dan: With the insanity in which this match started, I wouldn’t second guess that assumption.

Chapel is about to lift Cruze when he slides around free out of the hold. He steps to the side of Chapel and wraps his arm around his neck as well as his leg, going for the Russian Leg Sweep. Before he can hit the move though Chapel fights his arm free and reaches back, wrapping it around the waist of Orlando and lifting him up into the air. Chapel holds him there and jumps into the air, coming down with a huge sidebuster slam. Orlando is driven into the ring hard as he yells out in anguish before Chapel stands up and grabs a hold of his ankle. He pulls it up into the air, rolling Orlando over backwards onto his feet as Chapel slaps his knee and rushes into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off the cables and comes rushing back in at Orlando, throwing a huge big boot. Cruze ducks it and steps to the side of Chapel. He catches his leg, hooking it and then reaches out, wrapping his arm around his neck.

Orlando lifts Chapel up into the air with all of his strength, before dragging him down across the back of his knee with a hard back breaker. The crowd reacts with shock as Chapel crashes off his knee, dropping onto into a crawling base while trying to force himself up onto his feet. He turns towards Orlando who bounces off the cables and comes back in, connecting with a huge lariat that sends the giant tumbling down to the ring. Chapel rolls over and rises to his feet as Orlando rushes into the ropes in front of him, jumping on the second one and springing off into a back elbow to his chest that knocks him down to the canvas once more. Chapel rolls over, trying to rise to his feet as fast as he can when Orlando steps in and throws a right hand to his jaw, followed by another one, the crowd getting all pumped up by this action. Chapel is almost taken down with each shot to his jaw when Orlando turns and rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off them and coming back in.

Chapel reaches out and catches him by the throat though, putting him in position for the chokeslam. Cruze kicks him to the gut though, causing Chapel to bend forward as Orlando places him in a front gantry, setting up for the DDT. Chapel places his hands to the gut of Cruze, launching him backwards into the ropes. Orlando bounces off the cables and comes back in as Chapel bends down in front of him for the back drop. Orlando steps to his side though and kicks him to the chest, knocking him up to a standing base and avoiding the back drop predicament. With quickness Orlando places his arm over the chest of Chapel and drops back into a huge T-Bone suplex, showing tremendous strength to hit the move. Chapel crashes into the canvas violently and rolls to his side, shaking his head back and forth after the impact.

Douglas: A huge t-bone from Orlando Cruze, once again showing his strength in this highly competitive encounter between himself and Chapel.

Mayne: It is kind of nice seeing this blood feud come center stage here this evening, without AWOL in here to muck things up as he cowers away from Chapel.

Dan: This whole evening has been building to a triple threat match, and I’m very disappointed not to see AWOL out here mixing it up with these two in what should have been a sensational main event. Not that this isn’t any less special, seeing as these guys have an unbridled hatred for one another.

The War Angel gets to a crawling base when Cruze steps up in front of him, slapping on a front gantry. He drags Chapel to his feet and tries to lift him for the vertical suplex. Chapel shifts his weight though, keeping himself from being lifted. Orlando tries to lift him again but Chapel remains grounded on the canvas, keeping his feet planted. Cruze now unleashes the front gantry and pushes Chapel’s head up before shooting his arm across his chest, setting up for the Rock Bottom. Chapel back elbows him to the head though, fighting off the attempt as Cruze staggers forward. Chapel gets behind his back and hooks both of his arms, placing them in a crucifix before pushing him up into the air as he sets up for the Crucifer, the crowd reacting with shock.

Orlando shoots around out of it though, grabbing the arm of Chapel as he floats around behind it. Chapel falls to his knees with Cruze landing feet first at his side, trying his best to push him down to the canvas into the crossface, everyone putting their hands together and cheering as loud as they can. Orlando can’t force him down to the canvas though, no matter what how much he tries before Chapel reaches out with his free hand and grabs the ankle of Cruze. He pulls up on it, causing Orlando to crash back first onto the canvas while Chapel keeps a hold of his ankle and once again rolls him over backwards. He steps behind his back and grabs both of his arms from behind before lifting him up into the air and dropping him down face first into the canvas with the Crucifer. The crowd is booing rather loudly as Orlando’s face bashes off the canvas and then rolls over onto his back, looking to be completely out of it.

Mayne: The Crucifer Dan, the Crucifer, Chapel’s former finishing move being busted out here in what has been a grueling, fast paced battle of wills. And I think it’s now safe to assume that Chapel is about to beat Orlando once again.

Douglas: After the impact of that move, it might not be too far from the truth, especially at the pace in which this match has been moving, which has been very fast and very hard hitting.

Chapel drops down into the cover quickly, burying his forearm into the throat of Cruze while driving him down to the ring with a very demented expression on his face. He seems very sure that he’s got the win now as the official drops down and makes the count.

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Every fan in attendance erupts as Orlando’s shoulder springs from the canvas at the last second, Chapel rising to his knees with a stunned expression on his face. Hie eyes are popping out of their sockets while he glares down at Orlando, who barely found the strength to kick out of the Crucifer. Chapel runs his hands over his bald scalp while mouthing something deranged under his breath.

Mayne: Orlando kicked out, and it’s caused Chapel to go even further off the deep end! Orlando is going to wish he didn’t get his shoulder up now.

Douglas: I can’t believe it, I cannot believe Orlando kicked out of that move, what is it going to take to keep Cruze down in this grudge battle?

Billy: Neither of these guys can stand to lose to the other, and that’s exactly why we’re moments away from seeing Chapel finally destroy the legacy that is Orlando Cruze, a man who has been a thorn in his side since day one.

Chapel stands up slowly, appearing as if some type of evil thought has crept into his head, judging by the demonic grin which now resides on his face. He reaches down, grabbing Cruze around the jaw, Orlando still barely moving after taking that last big move. Chapel pulls Orlando over onto his knees and now drags his arm between his legs before hooking up the other one, placing him in a pumphandle position. Chapel begins to look around, nodding his head at the screaming fans as they realize that he’s setting up for the Daisy Cutter.

Douglas: Talk about adding insult to injury, Chapel about to use AWOL’s own finishing move to put away Cruze once and for all. But I’m surprised Orlando hung in there this long after that savage attack upon him before this match could even get started.

Mayne: Say goodbye to your Icon Dan, just wave your little hand, shed a little tear and watch as Orlando is put down for the three count with AWOL’s own move, hahaha.

Chapel is still nodding at the fans with a sickening look on his face before he starts to lift Cruze.....

I HOPE YOUR SATISFIED!!

Chapel’s eyes light up as he stares at the entry way, these words being screamed through the PA system and causing the entire arena to go absolutely nuts. AWOL’s entrance music now beginning to play through the loud speakers as Chapel drops the still barely moving Orlando to the canvas and steps towards the ropes, looking shocked by what he is hearing.

Douglas: Oh my God, oh my God, are you seeing this Billy? AWOL’s entrance music hitting the PA system, the champion must be on his way!

Mayne: No, not this, anything but this, he’s suppose to be afraid of Chapel!

The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Chapel looks back and forth at them, searching desperately for AWOL while bending forward and motioning for him to just come on already. The titontron lights up, revealing the front end of a truck racing into the arena, the headlights flashing over the guards who stand in the way. The truck doesn’t stop for even a second or slow down, speeding up even as it comes closer to the concerned guards. They dive out of the way in the nick of time as the truck continues to speed towards the inside of the arena, AWOL revealed by the wheel, steering the massive vehicle with a deranged glint in his eyes.

Mayne: Is he crazy, he almost killed those police officers!

Douglas: AWOL is a man on a mission, he is coming out here to get his hands on the War Angel, and nothing is going to stop him.

Chapel is still motioning for AWOL to bring it as the truck is shown speeding down a corridor in the direction of the ring. Chapel’s face contorts with anger as the truck makes a turn and crashes through the entry way, knocking glass and steel everywhere, and stopping directly on the stage. Every fan is on it’s feet, buzzing with excitement as AWOL opens the truck door and steps out, immediately charging towards the ring with a passionate, furious glint in his eyes.

Douglas: AWOL IS HERE, it’s on right NOW!

Mayne: Somebody get that psychopath out of here!

AWOL rushes down the ramp as Chapel rolls under the ropes to the outside. He immediately rushes at AWOL as both men meet on the edge of the ramp and the mats, flinging fists into each other’s faces. The crowd is hyped like never before as they continue to knock each other back and forth with fist shots. AWOL chops Chapel across the chest, knocking him backwards and then hits him with another shot to the jaw, getting the better of the War Angel. AWOL strikes him to the face again with a wild right hand, looking ever intense before he grabs the back of Chapel’s head and turns him towards the barricade. He grabs him by the wrist and whips Chapel at them with all of his strength. The King of Monsters crashes into them back first and drops onto his seat in the corner as AWOL looks around at the fans with rage flowing from his massive body. He unleashes a roar and charges across the mats before connecting with a sickening face wash to the head of Chapel, slamming the back of his noggin into the barricade.

Chapel now has a dazed glint in his eyes as the referee stands in the ring, not even bothering to make a ten count this time, just letting these animals rip one another apart. Chapel falls to his side as AWOL grabs him around the head, pulling him to his knees and then dragging him up to his feet as he grabs him by the back of the head. He pulls Chapel towards the steel steps and rears his head back, slamming him down face first into the stairs. Chapel stands up straight with a dazed glint on his features before AWOL reaches out with his feet, locking them around his ankle. AWOL falls to his side and drop toe holds Chapel down face first into the steps now, the War Angel bashing off violently and crashing onto his back upon the mats. AWOL stands up and looks out over the fans, unleashing a primal roar and slapping both sides of his chest with his hands.

Douglas: AWOL all fired up on his return here to Annihilation, and he’s coming back in great style by destroying Chapel! Do you still think he’s afraid of him now Billy?

Mayne: This is, this is preposterous, this isn’t suppose to be happening!

Chapel begins to stand up, crawling towards the barricade as AWOL starts after him. He reaches out and grabs the front of Chapel’s pants though, pulling him down face first into the top of the steel barricade. AWOL bashes off of it, standing up and turning away from Chapel while he wraps his hands around his face, groaning in pain. Chapel stands up, looking highly emotional before he rushes at AWOL, who turns around and gets a clothesline. Both men spill over the barricade into the sold out crowd, with the fans still going insane in the arena. AWOL and Chapel both get to their feet with the crowd clearing out of the way before the King of Monsters strikes the Big Crazy Bastard across the jaw.

He backs up and rushes forward, going for another running right when AWOL turns and catches him. He swings around into a violent powerslam, driving the back of Chapel hard into the exposed concrete, with the crowd screaming loudly. Chapel pushes himself up onto his seat, yelling out at the top of his lungs as AWOL gets up and grabs him around the head. He rolls him onto his knees, still holding the back of his skull and beginning to kick him repeatedly to the forehead with shin shots. Everyone in the arena is putting their hands together and yelling obnoxiously at the sight of AWOL’s stiff kicks to the face of Chapel, really wearing down the former Livewire Champion, the hall of famer. Chapel wavers on his knees with a dazed look on his face now before AWOL pulls his hand back and delivers a knife edge chop to the face of the War Angel. Chapel crashes onto his back, grabbing his head as he rolls away from AWOL, the fans still clearing out of the way in the process.

AWOL gives Chapel no time to recover though, grabbing him around the head and pulling him to his feet before grabbing his wrist and whipping him at the barricade. Chapel reverses the whip though and instead sends AWOL rushing into the barricade knees first, crashing into it and then flipping over to the other side, landing on the mats hard.

Mayne: Oh thank God, Chapel finally getting in some offense against AWOL, who has just come out here and exploded upon the War Angel.

Douglas: AWOL was all fired up, and is still all fired up to be getting his hands on Chapel in this triple threat match. I told you he wouldn’t back down from the War Angel, I told you.

Chapel takes a second to get his head straight before stepping towards the barricade and moving over it. AWOL crawls towards the ring, reaching up and grabbing the apron to pull himself to his feet. Chapel grabs his hand though and moves around under his arm, placing it in a ringer until he kicks the chest of AWOL violently, causing him to stand all the way up. AWOL backs up, groaning in pain before Chapel rushes in and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike. The collision almost takes AWOL down to the mats before Chapel slaps his forearm and goes into a roaring elbow only to be caught around the waist. The crowd erupts as AWOL drops back, belly to belly suplexing Chapel over onto the mats back first.

Chapel arches his spine from the mats and yells out in pain while AWOL gets to his feet, still looking all emotional, all energetic, all fired up with hatred for the King of Monsters. Orlando remains spread out in the ring, still trying to recover from the Crucifer as AWOL grabs Chapel around the head and pulls him up to his feet. He takes him by the back of the head and places his forehead to the apron, scraping it across it back and forth with the fans vocalizing their shock over this disturbing move. Chapel pulls his head away though and grabs AWOL by the back of his noggin, slamming him face first into the apron. AWOL bashes off and staggers away from Chapel, moving around to the point right in front of the turnbuckle. Chapel rushes up behind him, burying his shoulder into his spine and charging him face first into the turnbuckle post. AWOL bounces off and stumbles backwards. Chapel grabs him by the back of the head with both hands and flings him forward into the post. AWOL bounces off and crashes onto the mats with a hard impact while Chapel seethes in rage.

Mayne: Take it to him Chapel, make AWOL realize why he fears you.

Douglas: AWOL has shown no fear in the beat down he’s put on Chapel here thus far, this violent war both men have been waging since the Champion arrived here tonight.

Chapel steps towards AWOL is trying to force himself to his feet before he scoops him up a bit and drops him chest first on the barricade. AWOL bashes off and turns towards the announce table, falling into it back first while Chapel grabs him by the jaw and leans in close to speak into his face.

Chapel: If you think this is the worse I can do, your wrong AWOL, your wrong, we haven’t even gotten started yet.

Chapel slaps AWOL across the side of the face, and then does it once more before grabbing him by the back of the head and pants, turning him towards the steel steps. He begins to rush him at the them when AWOL switches around behind the back of the King of Monsters, he instead sends Chapel charging head first into the steel steps. Chapel bashes off with a dazed glint in his eyes and much like Cruze, stands up instinctively, staggering towards AWOL who bends forward. He catches the legs of Chapel and stands up, back dropping him over his head and sending him crashing down onto the mats spine first. AWOL turns towards Chapel, bending forward and shouting into his face now.

AWOL: Your not going to do shit Chapel, because I’m kicking your fucking ass, you lesser version of me!

AWOL grabs Chapel around the head and rolls him onto his knees before lobbing a fist into his face. He drags Chapel up to a standing base and pops him across the forehead again, the shot knocking him down to the mats. AWOL is absolutely enraged as he grabs Chapel around the head and rolls him over onto his knees again. Suddenly Chapel lobs a forearm up into his testicles, the crowd booing vehemently at the sight of this, AWOL bending forward as he grips his genital area from the shot.

Douglas: What a cowardly move by Chapel!

Mayne: You use whatever is effective Dan, in this type of match.

Chapel stands up and kicks the side of AWOL’s face, causing him to turn away from the angry giant who quickly rolls into the ring. Chapels gets to his feet in the squared circle, gripping his back with his forehead lacerated from those kicks and that stiff chop. He stands up slowly as AWOL glares towards the ring in fury, at the point of ripping the whole arena apart it seems. The War Angel begins to motion for him to enter, demanding that he do so with both hands, fire almost bursting through his skin thanks to his boiling blood. AWOL stands up straight, nodding his head as he begins to approach the ring and then suddenly stops abruptly. He takes a step back instead with a huge grin growing across his otherwise intense face, which bewilders Chapel on the inside of the squared circle.

Billy: See, I told you he was afraid of.....

Orlando grabs the back of Chapel’s lower attire, rolling him over backwards into the school boy pin with the crowd going nuts.

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The fans explode into cheers as Orlando immediately rolls off of Chapel and to the outside of the ring. Chapel gets to his knees, looking shocked, his eyes bugging out of his head.

Douglas: Orlando just pinned Chapel, he just pinned him thanks to the distraction of AWOL, and the Big Crazy Bastard, just let it happen.

Mayne: I cannot believe it, this is a travesty, a travesty!! Orlando Cruze has beaten Chapel in this triple threat match, but it’s not fair, how many times is the King of Monsters going to be screwed over, and why didn’t AWOL do anything.

Dan: I think AWOL enjoyed seeing Chapel being pinned by his rival Orlando, even more than he would be pleased to pin him himself.

Chapel is still looking around in absolute shock, at the point of absolute implosion, trying to come to terms with the fact that Orlando him out of nowhere. Cruze backs up the ramp with the referee holding his hand up in victory, while he bends forward, his arm cradling his ribs and his chest, depicting the pain in which his body endured thanks to this extremely intense match. AWOL lifts his hands into the air, clapping them at the sight of Chapel while grinning ever so slightly. Chapel’s face is trembling in anger before motioning for AWOL to bring it right now. AWOL’s grinning continues before he bolts at the squared circle immediately. He stands up and charges at Chapel, spearing him to the gut and driving him backwards into the turnbuckle. Chapel throws forearms over his back with both arms while the crowd is going nuts at the sight of the monsters yet again colliding. Orlando backs up the ramp slowly, observing this with a very pain ridden expression on his face, he grins nevertheless at the sight of the giants fighting it out, the former allies not bitter enemies. Security rushes past Cruze towards the ring sliding in and grabbing the arms of AWOL as well as trying to hold Chapel back, but both men will not be kept away from one another. They throw the guards aside and immediately rush at one another again, battling it out with the fans just going nuts inside of the arena.

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