ANNIHILATION
THE FINAL STOP


The camera cuts live to the inside of the arena where the fans are on their feet, going nuts for the final Annihilation before Paranoia IV. Just as they prepare for the big, dazzling pyrotechnics display, the sound of drums begins to beat as Come with me by Puff Daddy plays through the sound system. The camera fades into a video, the scenes of a Godzilla type woman in a business suit stepping on cities and trampling on civilians while laughing hysterically, suddenly she turns to the camera her eyes red and her face fearsome, suddenly the camera pans back out where the fans are screaming loudly straight at Sheryl Marie Gray standing on the stage.

Billy Mayne: No way....

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Annihilation, our last show before Paranoia IV, and look who’s kicking us off here tonight. Its none other than ULW owner Sheryl Marie Gray!

Billy Mayne: We haven’t seen her on a ULW telecast in almost a solid year, what is she doing here tonight? Didn’t she get the point the last time? She’s not welcomed around here.

Dan Douglas: This is her baby, Billy, she owns that ring and this arena. One has to wonder if her being here will have any effects on the big show, Paranoia. And speaking of which, as you can see above the ring, that ominous structure the Weapon’s Lair is hanging in the rafters.

The camera cuts to the Lair, the demonic three cage structure which is positioned in the rafters above the ring. Sheryl steps onto the stage and glances around at the swarm of fans vocalizing their shock over her arrival. A smirk, a snide one, crosses her face before making her way towards the ring. She seems almost casual, at home on ULW’s flagship show, her creation. The crowd is still putting their hands together, buzzing with excitement as to Sheryl’s arrival. The President steps up the steel stairs and onto the apron before glancing out at the front row fans who are bowing down to her. Sheryl turns and motions for one of the stage hands to have those fans thrown out of the building before sliding into the ring through the ropes.

Fans: WELCOME BACK, WELCOME BACK, WELCOME BACK!

With a respectful swagger she makes her way to the center of the ring where Kaily Worf is waiting with a mic in hand. She dispatches it quickly into Sheryl’s grip, who overlooks the sea of shouting spectators, forcing a slight smile to her face.

Mayne: Oh great, to disgrace Annihilation even more the owner is going to speak. The Alpha Generation is the only group with the right to make decisions around here.

Dan: Billy, you are aware that she’s the one who signs your paychecks?

Mayne: Did I ever mention how much Sheryl oozes with sex appeal, and that’s really quite enchanting for a woman of her extreme age.

Pacing slightly in the ring, Sheryl raises the mic to her slender lips.

Sheryl: Well, it certainly is nice to get such a warm ovation from you people, something I certainly wasn’t expecting on my return here to Annihilation.

The reaction only gets louder from the crowd which causes Sheryl to smile slightly, clapping her own hands.

Gray: I thank you for your kind response, but it won’t change what needs to happen here tonight. What I’m here to announce.

Mayne: Could this be? Could my fondest dreams be coming true? Is she here to fire you Dan and replace you with a model from Victoria’s Secret?

Dan: The woman wouldn’t even be able to commentate.

Billy: Neither do you, but they stick your unappealing ass out here every week.

The crowd begins to simmer down while Sheryl paces in the ring still, a very serious expression on her face. The whole mood has drastically changed.

Sheryl: I’m afraid some of you people won’t like what I’m about to do, but it needs to be done. Lately, I’ve been sitting back watching Annihilation, and I’ve seen nothing more than outright chaos, no control over anything that’s happening. The Alpha Generation have been running around here, acting like they own the place, the General Manager is feuding with an active roster member, women’s hearts are being broken every week, and we’ve got a World Champion embroiled in a bloody feud with his two challengers. There’s psychopaths attacking fans, religious zealots trying to be hardcore, monsters stabbing people with railroad spikes, titles being stolen, and swerves every other week. Which could mean only two things; that Paranoia is just around the corner, and that there’s a lack of authority here in the ULW.

She looks around at the fans, some cheering, others booing, after precisely wrapping up everything that’s transpired over the past few weeks.

Sheryl: If all this madness keeps up there might not even be a Paranoia IV. Therefore, I’m here tonight to strip AWOL of his role as General Manager, for this week at least. He will be reinstated after this feud with Jackson Adams has ended however.

Mayne: Yay! Now that’s what I’m talking about, that’s what I’m talking about right there!

Gray: Oh, you liked that, didn’t you Billy.

A rather crude smile rests on Sheryl’s face while she marches towards the cables, glaring straight at Mayne at ringside. Billy wears a large smile on his face, nodding his head and motioning towards his Alpha Generation t-shirt.

Mayne: I love it, I love it, it should have been done a long time ago.

Sheryl nods with a tilted head, flashing her teeth in Billy’s direction.

Sheryl: Well guess what, Billy, I guarantee that your going to just love this. Because tonight, if the Alpha Generation try to take control of this show, or interfere in any of the decision making, they will all be fired!

Billy’s eyes light up with shock, his jaw hanging slightly open. His co-commentator is clapping his hands in the seat beside him, overjoyed by this announcement.

Dan: That’s exactly what needed to be done, its about time someone has put a stop to the Alpha Generation. Maybe tonight we will regain some control over this telecast.

Mayne: What’s going through Sheryl’s head? Doesn’t she know what she’s doing?

The fans are still screaming with excitement while Sheryl leans forearms first against the ropes, keeping her eyes locked on the surprised Mayne at ringside. It still doesn’t look like its sunken through to Billy yet, that the AG will not be running tonight’s show.

Sheryl: Neither AWOL nor the AG will be running this show, because even though I don’t like my decision, I’ve flown in an authority figure tonight to make sure some order is restored to Annihilation. This authority figure will act as General Manager for tonight and Paranoia IV, until AWOL is returned to his managerial duties and his feud with Adams has been settled. That individual will be in the back in an undisclosed location making the majority of the decisions tonight, and keeping this show from exploding into a wave of anarchy again. On top of that, this hand picked individual will also act as special guest referee for the match between Jackson Adams and AWOL at Paranoia IV. Do you like that Billy, well do you like it?

Mayne shakes his head, bitting his lower lip throughout the process while Sheryl continues to glare at him with a forced smile.

Gray: And Billy, if you don’t like that, you can find a new job. Maybe now that your some kind of snotty lawyer you can find opportunities by chasing ambulances and such. And that goes for everyone in the ULW. If you have a problem with anything I decide tonight, then I beg you to come to this ring so that I can put you in your place. Do you want to come in this ring, Billy. Well do you want to try to question my power to make decisions around here?

Billy holds his hands up in a defensive manner, the silver briefcase in one of his palms, the same case that he used last week during the botched contract signing.

Mayne: Even though I may not respect her decisions I’m not getting in the ring with that crazy power hungry bitch.

Douglas: Billy, she’d castrate you.

Mayne: I know, she did the same thing to Lethal Weapon.

Gray turns away from Billy, and saunters back to the center of the ring.

Sheryl: Now that we’ve taken care of that, let me address the biggest show in ULW history. Yes, I know you’ve all got to be sick of it being hyped already, but we’ve only just begun tonight’s show, and you know this telecast is going to be one big advertisement for Paranoia after all. When I arrived here tonight I was approached by several wrestlers, and all of them had some type of request they wanted fulfilled. Being the gracious, and oh so lovely boss that I am, I’ve decided to grant everyone’s wishes tonight. Yes, my heart is wider than Oprah Winfrey’s. First and foremost, the previously scheduled one on one match between John Torretto and Too Magnificent at Paranoia IV, has now been changed. It will no longer be a one on one, singles encounter. Instead we’re going to have a ladder match between them, with the other one’s apparel hanging from a hook above the ring and tables lining the ringside area. Don’t ask me, I was kind of confused about it myself.

Many of the fans are cheering at the sound of this announcement, liking this addition to what already promised to be a heated match at Paranoia IV.

Douglas: Man, Paranoia is going to have a little something for everyone this Sunday. On top of the Weapon’s Lair, and the Psychotic Cage, we’ve now got ourselves a ladder match.

Mayne: But suits? Who gives a shit about suits?

Sheryl continues to pace, taking in this loud reaction from the sold out crowd. Obviously she’s got a lot more to reveal here.

Sheryl: Also, at Paranoia IV, it is official. Robin Brooks will go one on one with Nathan Creed rather its for the X-Class title or not.

Another massive ovation comes from the fans.

Gray: But I’m still not done ladies and gentlemen. Because also, at Paranoia, rather the parties involved like it or not, we will witness Lethal Weapon vs. Johnny Kingdo......

The lights dim a little as “Wake Up” by the Lost Prophets hits the PA system, the fans going absolutely nuts at the sight of Johnny Kingdom marching towards the ring.

Douglas: Wait a minute! Johnny Kingdom is on his way out here unannounced! He wasn’t even suppose to be here tonight! When we called to ask him to show up he told us he was too busy watching reruns of Baywatch.

Mayne: Johnny is more than welcomed to show up unannounced, unlike some people. *Cough* Sheryl *Cough*.

The majority of the fans are still booing while Kingdom strolls arrogantly straight to the ring. Sheryl’s eyes are opened wide with anger, brimming with frustration over the fact that Kingdom is cutting her off, and remembering exactly what happened the last time the two stood in the ring together. Kingdom rolls under the cables and hops onto his feet in the ring, his “Poor Xavier” shirt on and blue jeans below. Johnny doesn’t bother to call for a microphone, opting to use the one he brought with him stowed away in his side pocket. Sheryl appears downright disgusted by the mere sight of the Team Leader, who has stopped in his tracks at the sounds of the hissing fans.

Johnny: Sheryl, Sheryl, Sheryl, I must say it’s just wonderful to see you again.

A smirk appears on half his face, the part that has turned to give a shifty eye to Sheryl. Her hand is pressed to her hip and a very agitated glint is caught within her narrowed eyes.

Kingdom: This is just like the old days, when you would come out here during one your PMS rage induced periods, overstepping your boundaries, and I’d have to come out here to put you in your place. To remind you of your place in the world. Sheryl, you have no power to book me anymore, I don’t work for you or this shitty company anymore. I’m my own man, and you have no control over my destiny, no legal right to put me in a match against Lethal Weapon at Paranoia IV.....

Pushing out his chest and raising his shoulders, Kingdom steps towards Sheryl, backing her up a bit. That same confidence begins to fade from Sheryl’s eyes, recalling the hell he put her through the last time she was on Annihilation.

Johnny: Do you really want to relive history Sheryl? Do I have to remind you what happens when you try to push me around? Has your brittle little neck even healed after the damage that I did to it over a year ago? Can you still taste the blood in your mouth thanks to me? I’m surprised your even able to walk after that attack, but don’t worry Sheryl, I’ll fix that.

Mrs. Gray is backed up into a corner with Johnny digging his finger into her sternum.

Douglas: Oh no, come on Kingdom, get the hell out of the ring, leave Sheryl Gray alone. We all remember what you did to her neck with that chair, there’s no need to force us to relive such a disgusting memory.

Mayne: Not only would I advise my client to do it, but if sued, I guarantee I could get him off completely free.

Sheryl leans back first on the cables with Kingdom’s finger dug deeply into her sternum, leaning in threateningly towards her.

Johnny: I’m sick of your games Sheryl, of your attempts to interfere with my life or my career. Do you really think I would come out of retirement to face your ex-husband, to do to him what I did to you? No, I got better things to do with my time, it’s the summer of Johnny Kingdom. I’m free, and I’m not signing any contracts, I’m not doing anything that would involve imprisoning me. There will be no match with your ex, because there’s no point to it. But you won’t listen to reason will you? After all, if you were rational in the slightest, you’d know that the last thing these fans want is your dried up, menopausal, face lifted, unappealing ass out here starting this show with your redundant, pointless rants. But no, you come out here and run your mouth and fail to realize that you don’t have the power to back up the decisions you render. I thought I’d come out here and lay the law down to you little Missy, but I see now the only thing that sinks through to your puny little brain is physical violence! You said whoever had a problem with you could come down here and you’d put them in their place. Well since I don’t work for you any more and you can’t fire me, I’d love to see how you’d put me in my place otherwise. You can’t touch me Sheryl, but I can do plenty to you.

Johnny grabs Sheryl’s head and pins it under his armpit, dragging her back to the center of the ring while signaling for the Exodus Finale. Gray is kicking and fighting to get free, obviously not in very good ring shape. The crowd is screaming and pleading with Kingdom not to do it, yet he keeps a wide smile on his face.

Dan: Don’t do it Johnny, don’t do it!

Mayne: I love reliving history!

The smile turns into a fearsome glare, Kingdom preparing to connect with the Exodus Finale now when Lethal Weapon’s music explodes from the PA system. The entire arena erupts into a thunderous ovation as the curtains rip in half, Lethal Weapon rushing through them and then straight for the ring.

Douglas: It’s Weapon, it’s Lethal Weapon!!

Mayne: If he puts his hands on Johnny we’ll sue!

Lethal doesn’t slow down as he slides under the ropes straight into the ring. Johnny throws down Lethal’s ex-wife and rushes at his rival, throwing a right hand but Weapon blocks it and responds with a shot to Kingdom’s jaw, then hits another strike, and another. Kingdom is knocked backwards with each blow to the face, the crowd screaming. They don’t notice Billy Mayne slowly standing up at ringside with the briefcase still in hand.

Dan: Weapon and Kingdom coming to blows, they’re finally fighting it out right here in front of us! Hey wait a minute now, what are you doing? Sit down, Billy.

Mayne: Sometimes a lawyer has got to go above and beyond the call of duty, Dan.

Douglas: Oh no, don’t be stupid Billy, sit down!

Johnny falls back first against the cables with Lethal continuing to slug him to the face over and over again. Sheryl rolls out of the ring quickly to get away from this violence. Weapon drills Kingdom to the face once more before Billy rolls into the ring with the briefcase in hand. He rises with a fearful expression on his face before lifting the case above his head and running across the ring, going to strike Lethal. A loud reaction rips through the arena as Weapon turns away from Kingdom, charging in and then delivering a powerful Golden Bullet Spear directly to Billy’s mid-section. Mayne crashes hard into the canvas across his back, the steel briefcase flying over top of Lethal. Mayne wraps his arms around his mid-section, spitting up a lung after the impact.

Dan: Yes!! Lethal just speared Billy out of his boots!

Lethal stands up, pointing and shouting down at Billy before turning towards Kingdom who now has a hold of the steel briefcase. Before Weapon has time to respond Kingdom rushes in and swings the steel case directly into his face, the impact being unbelievably violent. His hands wrap around his face while he tumbles onto his back, kicking his legs in anguish. The crash is heard throughout the arena and leaves Weapon sprawled out across the canvas, hands clasping his face. It’s already lacerated by the tremendous impact, blood seeping out from a crack in his forehead.

Dan: Oh no, Johnny got Lethal with the briefcase!

Kingdom turns towards Weapon, who is struggling to get back to his feet. Moving quickly, Johnny drops the briefcase and kicks a rising Lethal to the gut. Weapon couldn’t block it in his dazed state, blood cascading down his face while being placed in a front gantry. Kingdom hoists Lethal into the air and steps back before dropping him with the Exodus Finale head first onto the breifcase. The crowd cups their mouths in shock over the impact, Lethal rolling across the canvas, holding his skull in pain. He seems to be going into convulsions while Sheryl watches sympathetically from the ramp. Although she has grown to despise Lethal, she is still saddened to see this happen to him. The crowd is jumping all over Johnny who appears rather intense, showing some actual emotion for the first time in weeks. He snatches the microphone off the canvas while stepping around the ring, poised for an attack.

Johnny: Lethal, you stupid, mediocre bastard, did you really think you would be Sheryl’s knight in shining armor. Please! Don’t make me laugh, the only person you’re a hero to is Orlando Cruze, but his opinion never mattered in the first place. You were doomed the second you stepped in this ring Lethal, because I knew even though you divorced that skinny crack whore you’d still come out here to help her survive an assault from me. But there’s a reason I wanted you to come out here Lethal, that I wanted to stare straight into your bloodied face.....

Johnny drops on his knees beside Lethal, popping open the briefcase then reaching inside. He snatches the contract out from the interior of the case before holding it over the bloodied, unconscious face of Lethal Weapon.

Johnny: I wanted to let you know Lethal, that all your attempts to try and get me to sign that contract were for nothing. Because I’ve already signed the fucking contract.

Kingdom raises the piece of paper high into the air, this announcement getting a loud ovation. Johnny doesn’t remove his eyes from the blood smeared features of Lethal Weapon. The Team Leader’s eyes only get wider while he leans in close to Weapon’s face.

Kingdom: So that means I will be stepping into the ring at Paranoia IV to show you one more time how utterly full of shit you are, and that you’ve never been a challenge to me, the Team Leader!

Dan: What? It’s official? Johnny Kingdom vs. Lethal Weapon at Paranoia IV! That’s huge news.

The fans are absolutely going nuts while Johnny shivers at the sight of Weapon’s blood smeared features.

Johnny: That’s right, I’m coming to save ULW again, and do it on their biggest show of the year. And the best way to save this boring company, is to remove you from it permanently, Lethal.

Johnny wads up the contract and begins to stuff into Lethal’s mouth. He’s forcing the bloodied Weapon to swallow it. Lethal’s cheeks are expanded with the contract inside, causing him to choke on it in fact before Kingdom rises to his feet, a very disturbing glint in his eyes. He backs up slowly, observing the bloodied, gagging Weapon.

Dan: Well, ladies and gentlemen, you just heard correctly, we’re going to see it at Paranoia IV. It will be Weapon against Kingdom in one of the most personal rivalries in ULW history.

Kingdom doesn’t even take the time to check on his lawyer, Billy, who is balled up, holding his possibly busted ribs. He just leans back first against he cables, glaring straight at the battered Weapon, then glancing over his shoulder at a shocked, outraged Sheryl Gray.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



NATHAN CREED VS. HURSE
TITLE VS. TITLE


The show returns to the ring where a severally battered Lethal Weapon is being helped up the ramp by EMTs. He leans on their shoulders with blood dribbling down his features, clearly unable to keep his own feet beneath him. Billy Mayne is also being helped to the backstage area, being carried by one particularly large EMT.

Douglas: This show certainly got off to a rather chaotic start ladies and gentlemen. Johnny Kingdom attacked Lethal Weapon with a steel briefcase, and has finally accepted Weapon’s challenge. We now know for sure that it will be Lethal Weapon versus Johnny Kingdom at Paranoia IV in what should be a show stealer. I just wish we could have announced it in a better way. Also, as you can see, I’ve been left to call this show on my own because my broadcast colleague foolishly got involved in the last seg.....

The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Red laser lights begin to shine through the darkness, in rhythm to the opening tunes of Metallica's "Sad But True". The fans to begin booing quite viciously, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.

Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
(i)

As this word is screamed through the sound system, Sad But True begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. Everyone is infuriated, nay outraged by his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long red, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. The Submission title is wrapped around his waist while a small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are screaming, vocalizing their pure hatred as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp, both glaring at Weapon who is assisted past him and then turning towards the curtains. Through them stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music. Hurse shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd screaming with absolute disgust at the sight of him. He just looks towards the heavens however, absorbing all that he is being bombarded with, the pure negativity from the stands. The belt is pried off his mid-section and handed carefully over to the referee before an increasingly agitated Hurse demands use of the microphone. It is finally handed off to him. (ii)

Douglas: It seems we’re ready for our title vs. title match between Hurse and Creed. I guess this show can’t wait to move on any longer. (iii)

Hurse steps around the ring, throwing off his protective surgical mask throughout the process. (iv)

Hurse: I’m not going to come out here and bore you people with idle threats like Sheryl Gray did. I’m just going to say this for all of you to hear, and I’m only going to say it once. Desolation, you made the biggest mistake of your life last week. You spat in my face when I offered you true immortality, Dark Man. And when you show up here tonight, temporary authority figure or no temporary authority figure, I’m going to make you pay the price for your decision. You will reap the repercussions for what you’ve done. And if I don’t get a hold of you tonight, if someone like Orlando Cruze tries to get in my way, rest assure you will get what is coming to you at Paranoia IV. You see, my retribution could be in the form of physical brutality inflicted on you, or I could do something even worse by taking your World title in the Weapon’s Lair.

Hurse looks up as the camera points towards the Weapon’s Lair in the rafters above.

Hurse: Desolation, no matter what matches you’ve won in the past, no matter what blood baths you’ve endured to walk out victorious from in previous encounters, nothing will prepare you for the Lair. A match that I’ve won, that I have experience in, and let me reassure you that the competition in the match that I won had a hell of a lot more competition than this impending triple threat. Desolation, you will pay one way or another on Sunday, you will.....

LET’S GOOOOOOOOO!!

A flustered Hurse stops in mid-sentence as his eyes shoot to the curtains which Nathan Creed is arrogantly strolling through. A large, pompous grin resides on the face of the Future, the X-Class title draped and glistening over his shoulder. A microphone is gripped in the palm of his hand while he listens to the crowd absolutely rip him apart verbally. Their agitation only brings a grin to Creed’s face.

Dan: Hurse being cut off by Nathan Creed, which I certainly don’t have a problem with. In fact, I’m very much looking forward to both of these men ripping one another apart over the titles tonight.

Nathan forces a slight smirk to his face while making his way towards the ring at a steady pace.

Creed: Steven, bud, why so worked up, why so agitated? Upset that Desolation did what everyone in the world knew he was going to do, but you?

The smile on Creed’s face only gets wider while Hurse’s eyes narrow to a sharp point on his impending opponent. Nathan gets closer and closer to the ring throughout the process.

Nathan: Frankly, if I can pull an Orlando here, and try to get inside your head, I know the real reason your upset Hurse. Robin not returning your phone calls is she?

Creed jumps onto the apron with his side facing Hurse, still wearing a large grin on his confident features. He shakes his head as if he’s almost disappointed in Hurse.

Creed: Are you feeling all blue because you haven’t had the chance to get with Robin and you know, not sleep with her? How long has it been now Steven, since you smelled her intoxicating aroma? Since you’ve looked into her enchanting eyes? Since you felt that smooth skin of hers? Been a while hasn’t it, Steven? Well, I on the other hand am much more fortunate, for you see, she and I spent a lot of time together two weeks ago in this ring. And I did what you never could, Stevie boy, I took her breath away. Hahahaha, I guess you could say I damn near broke the bitch in half.

Hurse is seething now, trying to control himself while his arms rigidly fall to his sides, a large lump forming in his throat which he fights to chew back. Nathan glares into the ring with a titled head now, staring straight into the twisted features of his opponent.

Nathan: But don’t worry Steven, I’m sure she’ll forgive you eventually. Then you can have what’s left of her dried up, broken body after I’m through with her at Paranoia IV.

Creed drops the microphone finally while Hurse squeezes his till it almost implodes in his palm.

Dan: I cannot believe what Nathan just said here, how disrespectful towards Robin Brooks. How disrespectful.

Creed slips into the ring still laughing with his back turned towards a silent, emotionless Hurse in the corner. Creed hands his Xtreme title belt off to the official before turning towards Hurse who jumps almost across the entire ring to hit a forearm strike to Nathan’s jaw. The crowd erupts as Nathan is staggered by the stiff forearm, Hurse bending forward and delivering a sickening chop to Creed’s sternum. Nathan is backed into the cables by the impact before Hurse chops him again straight across the sternum, the crowd reacting with “woos” to each impact. Creed doesn’t even have his head straight yet as Hurse grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring. A flustered Nathan turns though to reverse the whip and pulls Hurse forward into a lariat. Hurse ducks it, charging into the cables behind Creed and jumping onto the middle rope, then springing to the top one. He turns and flies through the air, right into a crossbody onto Nathan, taking him down to the canvas. Hurse has landed on top of Nathan as the official drops down to make the count. Before his hand can slap the ring once, Hurse grabs Nathan by the back of the head, holding it up then repeatedly slugging him to the forehead. Creed kicks his legs while trying to scramble out of Hurse’s grasp, but can’t get free. The official stands, starting a ten count on Hurse.

Douglas: This match not starting off with a rather technical display, these two guys are straight up brawling with one another.

Hurse doesn’t care about being disqualified as he pushes Nathan over onto his knees then slaps on a front gantry. He squeezes his head tightly while dragging Creed to his feet then swinging around with his other arm into a European Uppercut. The blasts almost breaks Creed’s jaw as he stands up straight, appearing incredibly dazed by the impact. Hurse grabs him by the back of the head, moving in for another European when Creed ducks it, and hooks the arm. He turns so that his back hits Hurse’s, hooking his other arm for a back slide. But Hurse flips over in reverse over Creed’s back, landing on his feet right in front of Nathan and then rushing forward into a lariat. Creed ducks it before Hurse charges into the cables behind Nathan’s back, springing onto the middle rope and then jumping from that to the top cable. He shows remarkable agility while flying off the top rope and turning in mid-air for another crossbody only to land ribs first right on top of Creed’s knee. Nathan dropped down into a kneeling base just in time to catch him with the gut buster. Hurse is doubled over Nathan’s knee before Creed grabs him around the jaw, dragging him to his feet and taking hold of his wrist. He pulls Hurse onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before pushing him off and then dropping onto his back, getting both knees up into the gut of the Submission Champion. Hurse bounces off the modified gut buster, standing up while crouched forward, Nathan rolling in reverse off of his back and charging into the cables at his opposition’s side. He comes rushing back in and delivers a sickening boot to the side of Hurse’s head. The impact knocks Hurse into a spiral with the crowd gasping at the sound of the impact while Nathan gets to his side, placing his arm across his sternum. He hoists Hurse up into the air by the back of his tights and connects with a hard half nelson backbreaker, the crowd groaning while Creed stands up straight keeping a hold of his opponent. He grabs Hurse around the head and pulls it under his seat before lifting him quickly into the air and dropping to his knees with a stiff powerbomb. Hurse’s body hits the ring hard while Creed leans forward, shoulders first into the back of his thighs, pressing his shoulders to the canvas.

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Hurse kicks out to the shock of the fans after he just took so many brutal moves in sequence from Nathan. As soon as Hurse falls over onto his chest and stomach, Creed drops down at his side, grabbing his arm. He places him in a quick fujiwara but leans as far back as he can into the arm, trying to break the shoulder to the best of his abilities. The crowd is actually screaming while Hurse pushes himself up onto his elbow, roaring at the top of his lungs, already looking ready to tap as his arm is almost severed clean from his shoulder.

Creed: Tap you son of a bitch! Tap!!

Nathan only leans further back into Hurse’s shoulder and side. But this proves to be his undoing as Hurse rolls away from Creed, pulling him over onto the canvas across the back of his shoulders before the Submission Champion stands up and swings around to grab both of Nathan’s legs. He is trying to desperately to pull him over into the Legend Lock it appears before Creed places his boots to Hurse’s chest and shoves him off backwards across the ring. Hurse crashes into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders before flipping onto his knees, trying to shake the cobwebs off from what just happened. Nathan stands up and rushes into the cables at Hurse’s side, bouncing off and coming in with a roaring elbow. Hurse stands and catches him across the sternum though, looking as if he’s going for a modified t-bone suplex. However, Creed back elbows him to the skull and forces his arm away from his sternum, slipping around behind Hurse. He bends his head over backwards and swings around with his opposite arm for the modified Total Domination. Hurse pulls his head free just in time from under Creed’s arm then spins around to face his back. He wraps his arms around Creed’s waist and drops into a reverse roll, pulling Nathan down into a pinfall. Hurse ends up seated on the back of his legs with Nathan folded up like an accordion so that his shoulders are pressed to the canvas. But again Hurse doesn’t go for the pin, turning to face Creed before pushing him over onto his knees and grabbing him around the head, forcing it between his legs and signaling for the Sanitizer (Styles Clash). Creed grabs Hurse around the legs though, lifting them into the air and trying to force him over into the Courtesy Call with the crowd screaming.

Douglas: I certainly didn’t expect this match to be like this. Both men trying their best to hit their trademark moves or score the Submission in this heated title vs. title match.

Creed keeps trying to force Hurse over, yet he won’t go into the Courtesy Call. Finally Hurse rolls sideways, freeing his legs and lifting them into the air, crossing his ankles and placing them around Nathan’s neck. Hurse pushes himself up onto his palms then falls sideways, going for a version of the leg scissors. Creed goes into a cartwheel though, right over onto his feet before hitting the ropes back first and charging straight in at the kneeling Hurse. The Alpha Prophet sweeps Creed’s legs out from under with a quick movement of his arm, Creed landing on the canvas in front of him. Hurse stands up and grabs Creed’s ankle while he is down, pushing it over backwards so that Nathan rolls in reverse. As soon as he gets on his feet Hurse places him in a front gantry, reaching out and hooking his leg. He lifts him into the air and drops back into a huge, quick fisherman buster. The impact causes Creed to sit up, grabbing the back of his head in pain before Hurse stands and jumps over him, charging into the cables. He jumps onto the middle rope, springing off and then flies backwards with the moonsault only to turn into a senton. Nathan rolls out of the way though, causing Hurse to crash back first into the canvas, the fans groaning the sight of what they just witnessed.

Hurse arches his back, roaring in pain while turning on his knees to face Creed, who quickly rushes in. Hurse falls on his side though and catches both of Creed’s legs. He rolls sideways away from Creed, forcing him to drop down to the canvas face first with Hurse holding onto his legs and standing up behind him quickly. Hurse turns around to face the same direction as Creed before lifting his legs up, placing them under his arm pits, putting him in the Legend Lock. The crowd is screaming at the sight of this, doing much of the same as Nathan, who is roaring at the top of his lungs in anguish. He pushes himself up with his palms, reaching out for the ropes desperately while Hurse almost drops to his knees to that Creed’s back is bent over so badly his feet touch the top of his head. Creed ducks his head forward though, placing the back of his skull to the canvas then pushing forward with his legs. Hurse is forced to step over his head and turn around to face Nathan who is now lying on his back in the ring. He still has hold of his legs while Creed bends his knees and pulls Hurse forward before kicking him off in reverse in the direction of the ropes. Hurse spills through the top and middle rope, crashing hard to the outside mats with the fans still vocalizing their shock over how intense this match has started out. Hurse rolls across the mats on the outside of the ring, holding his head while forcing himself to his feet. As soon as he gets his feet beneath him though he turns to the ring where Nathan is diving through the ropes, connecting with a brutal suicide dive headbunt. Hurse flies backwards, crashing into the canvas while Nathan turns, his back striking the barricade.

Douglas: JESUS! Nathan with a suicide dive headbunt! These two are not holding anything back, their not putting anything on reserve at all. They’ve both come out firing in this one.

A grimace is on Creed’s face while he forces himself to his feet, utilizing the barricade to do so. Hurse is getting up in front of him with a stagger before he turns and receives a blistering knife edge chop across the sternum. The impact sends Hurse into a spiral before he spins around to face Creed again who moves in with another devastating knife edge chop to his chest. Hurse places both arms over his chest, which looks blistered by the last two chops its received. He turns around to face Creed again who is in hot pursuit, delivering yet another stiff chop. The impact almost knocks Hurse to the mats, yet he remains standing before receiving a brutal clubbing blow over the back. Nathan’s face is overwhelmed with tension, dragged down by his pure hatred for Hurse, who has staggered into the barricade before him. He leans on it for support before turning to face Creed who rushes forward and just lariats him brutally over the barricade, both men spilling into the sea of humanity.

Dan: This match has broken down, the referee might want to consider throwing this out now, because that’s where its headed at this point.

Nathan and Hurse get to their feet amongst the screaming fans, all of them putting their hands together. Creed digs his fingers into Hurse’s hair before slugging him to the face, then doing it again. The strikes almost take Hurse down to the concrete, yet he falls into some fans who hold him up. They actually push him forward into Creed who is going for another punch only for Hurse to duck forward and dive shoulder first into his gut. Creed is doubled over in pain before a furious Hurse stands up and catches him with an insanely stiff European Uppercut under the jaw. The impact causes Nathan to stand up and stumble in reverse through the crowd before Hurse turns and jumps onto the barricade. He lands on it feet first then moonsaults off backwards to the shock of everyone in the arena only for Creed to drop down out of the way. He rolls under the airborne Hurse who hits the concrete floor sternum and chest first then stands up doubled over. Nathan sits up and forward off the concrete, grabbing the front of Hurse’s tights then pulling down, dragging the Submission Champion forward with violent velocity right into the back of the barricade. The crowd groans both impacts as Hurse falls onto his seat, barely looking conscious after what just took place.

Dan: You talk about concussion causing moves, that’s what Creed just hit on Hurse.

The official doesn’t know rather to count both these men out, a look of despair in his eyes from the center of the ring since he can’t seem to get control of this thing. Creed steps towards Hurse, grabbing him by the legs and dragging him away from the barricade before turning him onto his chest, placing him in the Courtesy Call. Hurse pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring at the top of his lungs while Creed continues to lean backwards as far as he can go into the submission hold. Hurse’s hand reaches into the air and begins to tap the concrete, but it is not official since neither man are in the ring. Creed only further leans back with a demented gleam in his eyes, the crowd harassing him with verbal onslaughts. Finally Nathan just pushes the legs down while Hurse rolls onto his back, sweating with a very groggy glint in his eyes. Creed steps in and bends over his opponent, slapping him in the face several times.

Nathan: Come on, is that all you got?

Creed grabs Hurse by the hair and rolls him onto his knees then places his hands to his sternum as well as his gut. Nathan heaves him up into the air in a gorilla press position before beginning to charge forward at the barricade. Hurse slips off of his palms though, landing on his feet behind Creed who turns and hits the barricade back first. Hurse charges in though and jumps into the air, connecting with the heat seeking dropkick hard to his face. The impact knocks Creed off of his feet and onto his seat with his back pressed to the barricade, Hurse getting up and shoving the fans out of his way. He turns in a circle, his teeth embedded into his lower lip before rushing at Nathan and jumping into the air, connecting with another heat seeking dropkick directly to Creed’s face. The impact knocks Nathan’s head backwards into the barricade, the crowd groaning the sight of what they just witnessed. Hurse jumps onto his feet, bleeding from his nose with his veins sticking out on all inches of his frame.

Hurse: Yeeeeeeeeeaaaahhh!!

Many of the fans boo him while others scream, caught up in the moment, in the excitement of this title vs. title grudge match. Creed is already rolling onto his elbows and knees, trying to use the barricade to stand up, busted open over the eye. Hurse pushes the fans out of the way again before rushing forward into a spin, hitting a roaring European Uppercut straight to Creed’s jaw. The impact knocks Nathan cock eyed, and sends him spilling over the barricade to the other side of it, rolling across the mats. He looks completely out of it while the crowd is still screaming over the impact of that European Uppercut, many of them unfamiliar with this type of intensity from Hurse.

Douglas: This violence only continuing to escalate out here. This isn’t a match, this is a war ladies and gentlemen. Who would have ever believed both of these men were part of the same group at one time?

Nathan staggers to his feet and turns towards Hurse who jumps into the air, turning around in mid-flight so that he lands feet first on the barricade then moonsaults off right onto Creed’s shoulder. Both men crash hard into the mats with Hurse rolling off of him, holding his ribs and kicking his legs, still bleeding from the nose as well. Nathan lies on his back on the mats, trying his best to work his way to his feet though. The crowd is standing, actually sucked into this match even if it is between two men they have little respect for. As both Hurse and Creed get to their knees, obviously hurting Nathan connects with a very stiff slap to the side of Steven’s face. Spit and sweat flies from Hurse’s skull, who looks like he has brain damage after that shot. Somehow he musters the strength to respond with an even stiffer slap to the side of Creed’s head. Nathan is almost taken off of his knees from the shot but somehow remains planted to the mats. He turns and connects with another unbelievably stiff slap that looks like it sent one of Hurse’s teeth flying. Hurse responds with a fist to Creed’s forehead, who connects with a shot of his own. Both men begin to stand up now when Hurse almost levels Creed with a stiff knife edge chop, almost falling over himself throughout the process. Creed reaches out, placing the side of his hand to Hurse’s red sternum before pulling back and connecting with his own equally as brutal knife edge chop. The official is imploring both men to enter the ring before he has to throw this out, before he actually has to count them out. Hurse falls back first against the apron after the chop while Nathan steps towards him only for the Submission Champion to spin around going for a back kick to his gut. Creed catches his ankle though, shaking his head and pulling him away from the apron only for Hurse to jump into the air, swinging around with an enzugari straight to the back of Nathan’s head. The shot causes the crowd to grimace while Creed turns in a circle and falls onto the announce table sternum first.

Dan: Now I’m getting an up close view of this war between Nathan and Hurse! This match is just uncontrollable!

Nathan turns away from the announce table with a very groggy expression on his face before Hurse comes rushing in at him quickly. Creed side steps him and catches him under the arm, hip tossing him over so that he crashes back first onto the edge of the announce table. The fans cover their mouths and take a collective gasp as Hurse bounces off the table hard spine first, falling over onto his side. He reaches for his back while the crowd is still screaming at the sight of this.

Douglas: Oh my God, that’s it, stop this match, stop this match! It has gotten beyond violent. I wanted to see these two men tear each other apart, but not to this extent. Hurse’s back may be broken after that.

Hurse is gasping for air and shivering while he reaches for his back, the impact possibly straining something inside. Official Ingelson drops to the canvas, rolling to the outside of the ring and grabbing Creed by the shoulder, trying to physically get him back in the ring. Nathan turns towards him and slugs the official right in the face, knocking him onto his back while Creed stands over him in anger.

Nathan: Don’t touch me!

Dan: Now the official has been taken out! So much for this temporary GM keeping control of things tonight.

Hurse tries to use the announce table to stand up before Creed clubs him hard over the damaged area of his back. Hurse turns away from him, creating some distance between them while making his way around the ring. He gets to the perpendicular side of the ring as Nathan rushes up behind him and jumps into the air, driving his knee into Hurse’s lower back. The impact sends Hurse flying forward and bending down, crashing head and shoulder first into the protective plates of the barricade. He bounces off hard before falling onto his seat, covering his head throughout the process. Official Ingelson gets to his knees and calls for the bell, motioning that this match is over before he falls back to the mats.

Douglas: The referee doing the right thing here, as he couldn’t control this match whatsoever. This vendetta between Creed and Hurse just getting too out of hand. Neither man able to keep their anger in check for this title vs. title match.

Nathan acts as if he doesn’t hear the bell chiming in the background, stepping towards Hurse who is crawling away from him towards the bottom of the ramp. Creed clubs him hard over the kidneys, Hurse grimacing while he rises to his knees. Now Nathan drags him up to his feet and bends forward, burying his shoulder to Hurse’s lower back, lifting him for the back drop suplex onto the thin mats. Hurse flips over backwards though, landing on his feet behind Creed who turns around to face him and receives another blistering, stiff European Uppercut to the jaw. The force almost knocks Creed off of his feet before Hurse spins around and connects with a stiff back heel kick to his gut. Nathan is doubled over as Hurse steps over his head, thrusting his arms out to his sides, calling for the Sanitizer. There are some actual cheers here for the move when the crowd reaction changes, Orlando Cruze rushing up behind Hurse and clubbing him hard over the upper back. Outrage permeates from the sea of humanity as Hurse is sent hurling to the mats below, hitting them and rolling towards the ring. A furious, bandaged, but well dressed Orlando stands over him, fuming over the scars left on his forehead after the attack last week.

Douglas: Things just went from bad to worse for Hurse, because Orlando is out here and he’s out for revenge!

Hurse is down on the mats next to the ring as Cruze steps in and begins to stomp him repeatedly, appearing out raged with the Submission Champion unable to get up and defend himself. Orlando grabs Hurse around the back of the head, pulling him up onto his seat before slugging him to the face repeatedly, screaming obscenities under his breath throughout the process. The Icon rips his shirt off and throws it into the crowd before grabbing Hurse around the head, holding his face up and slugging it again and again. He has completely lost control here while Nathan stands, holding his gut and spotting this chaos. He scoffs then blows Cruze off before marching up the ramp towards the backstage area. Hurse is completely unable to defend himself, much like Orlando last week, who now is getting his much desired payback, with each slug he takes to his Paranoia opponent’s head. Blood is just gushing from Hurse’s nose while a huge group of referees rush from the back to stop the Icon. They begin to surround Orlando who has Hurse by the throat with both hands, pushing him down onto his back, strangling him. The officials grab the blood red Orlando by the arms and force him off of Hurse, dragging him backwards. It takes ten of them to do it but they finally pry Cruze’s hands off from around Hurse’s throat, who immediately begins to gag for air. Cruze pushes the referees away from him though when they turn him away from his heated rival. The Icon turns in a circle and starts to back up the ramp now, brimming with anger, his entire face full of intensity. He begins to slap his sternum repeatedly while pointing straight at Hurse, looking all jacked up right now.

Douglas: Somebody finally sending security out here to regain some control of this telecast, its about time.

Orlando continues to back up the ramp with his eyes bulging from their sockets while glaring straight at Hurse, who has gotten to his feet behind the wall of referees. Hurse kicks the stairs then shoves one of the officials down, pointing and glaring straight at Cruze.

Hurse: You’re a fucking dead man, Orlando, you’re a fucking dead man!!

Security and officials keep a wall between Orlando and Hurse. Cruze is still marching up the ramp in reverse, nodding his head and almost demanding that he bring it.


A HOLY MISSION


A set of lime green double doors stand in the forefront of the camera, foreboding steel structures intended to keep all intruders out. But it can’t keep out the massive figure who pushes open the doors and enters. The crowd screams at the sight of the King of Monsters entering the arena, his huge frame marching straight into the arena with no cares or concerns. He seems to be on a mission as he moves forward, Demona revealed behind him, following her hardcore husband.

Demona: Are you sure about this?

Chapel doesn’t even pay his wife the least bit of attention, too focused on his objectives for the evening, the complete destruction of Psycho.

Demona: Do you even hear me talking to you?

She finally steps around in front of Chapel, placing her palms to his thick sternum, holding him at bay for a moment. He rears his head and takes a deep sigh, his shoulders slouching. Finally his intense eyes turn downward in Demona’s direction.

Chapel: Listen honey, and listen well. You don’t have to ask me questions you already know the answer to. Of course I’m listening to you, but you already know nothing you say is going to stop me from going to that ring tonight and doing what must be done.

She sighs as well, lowering her head and pushing her hair out of her face. Chapel’s large hand takes her under the jaw and lifts her face to stare at him, rubbing at her cheek.

Chapel: We can’t let that talentless bastard run around here and ruin the concept of hardcore, ruin the image of anarchy that I’ve created in this federation. He’s belittling everything that I stand for, everything that I’ve done in this company by having the audacity to insinuate that he’s more hardcore than me. After all the bloodbaths that I’ve been in, after all the skin that I’ve ripped, after the hell I’ve went through both in the ring and outside of it to prove myself as the most hardcore bastard in wrestling history, Psycho comes along and has the gall to call my accomplishments into question. He has a few mediocre matches at Paranoia, that some marks consider show stealers, while I’ve had guaranteed show stealers at every Paranoia event I’ve ever been involved in. Sure he’s taken a few bumps through tables, and into cage walls, but it doesn’t even begin to compare to the legendary wars I’ve waged against guys like Killjoy, Lethal Weapon, Johnny Kingdom, and others. I won’t stand for him berating my good name, and neither should you. I’m gonna prove tonight, and at Paranoia once and for all that my legacy speaks for itself, that I am, and always will be the most hardcore wrestler in ULW history.

Hmmmmmm.....

Chapel’s outraged eyes rise, as does Demona’s, who turns to stare over her shoulder at the source of the King of Monster’s frustrations. The crowd goes nuts as the camera turns to bring AWOL into focus. He observes Chapel, overlooking him while stepping towards his former Holy War teammate. Chapel clearly is flustered by the mere sight of his former associate, the man he captured tag title gold with long ago in the past, a man he has been waging a personal vendetta against for several years now. AWOL saunters forward, glancing over the man who’s ire he has raised with a less than respectful glare.

Chapel: Can I help you?

It takes the former World Champion a second to reply but AWOL finally does, sneaking a quick glance at Demona who has stepped to her man’s side.

AWOL: You? Help me? I don’t think that’s physically possible, Chapel.

Chapel: Oh, I get it.

AWOL appears intrigued.

Chapel: You’ve come back here to exchange some banter with me, to play off our histories together, or maybe offer a rebuttal to the truths I’ve speaking against you for oh so very long.

AWOL: Nah’.

The former Champion shakes his head with an apathetic expression on his face. This causes confusion to form in Chapel’s eyes, obviously unclear now as to why AWOL has initiated this conversation in the first place.

Chapel: Then what the hell do you want?

AWOL: I don’t want anything from you Chapel, other than for you to listen.

AWOL digs his finger deeply into the man he’s had a historic rivalry with for many years now, ever since the break down of the Holy War.

AWOL: Even thought we have some personal issues that have gone unresolved, for you at least, not me, I mean, I’ve beaten you plenty so it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. But I just wanted to give you a friendly word of advice, advice between two old friends.

AWOL points between he and Chapel, the King of Monsters appearing less than receptive of his former partner’s advice.

AWOL: I’m afraid your taking Psycho a little lightly. I did take the man under my wing for a little bit, and I’m afraid for your sake, some of my brutality has rubbed off on him. He’s not the same man you faced off against a long time ago Chapel. And since it’s obvious that you choice to ignore the bloodbaths we’ve had against one another in the past, that could only mean that your fearful to even dredge up the thought of the brutality we unleashed upon one another. When you step into that ring at Paranoia IV against Psycho, you can expect the same level of brutality old friend. Maybe not quite the level I brought against you, but almost to that point. So you need to ask yourself, Chapel, now that you’ve got a family, if its worth the recognition of facing Psycho. And if it is, then let me just tell you, it will be fun watching you get mangled in the center of that ring on Sunday inside the Psychotic Cage.

AWOL begins to pass by before he stops and steps in front of an apathetic Chapel again.

AWOL: Oh, and by the way, before you decide to cut another one of your little shoots, check your facts for a change, and for your own good, stop bringing up my name, it just makes you look pathetic.

With that, AWOL starts off again only for Chapel’s palm to press against his thick sternum, holding the former Holy War member in place. Chapel has a slight grin present on his face.

Chapel: Thanks for the lecture, even though I didn’t need nor want one coming from you AWOL. I really appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to address your concerns as it relates to me. But it doesn’t matter what you think, it never has. Your opinion has always been irrelevant to me.

AWOL: And I can say the same about you.

Chapel: Misguided words of wisdom aside AWOL, I will step into that ring on Sunday, and I will face all the deadly brutality that Psycho can unleash upon me, all in the sake of my legacy.

AWOL: Pfft.

Chapel:....But most importantly, I will not be put down four a count of ten. There’s no way. Because AWOL, when I don’t have an albatross weighting me down at Paranoia, I’ve been undefeated in singles competition. That won’t change when I face Psycho in the most hardcore match of my career. Then after I’m finished with Psycho, I might come looking to finish what we started.

AWOL: Isn’t that just lovely? Maybe if I had the time to take out of my schedule of kicking Jackson Adams’ ass all over this arena, I’d oblige and give you one more beating, but it will have to wait. For now all my effort, and all my interest is in destroying a monster that I helped to create. Maybe instead of thinking ahead Chapel, you might want to keep your mind in the now.

Chapel: Oh, I’m more than focused on further deforming Psycho’s face. But I never stop toying with the thought of the two of us standing face to face in the ring again, assuming you survive your match this Sunday.

AWOL smirks a bit, and actually finds a chuckle escape from his chest.

AWOL: I’d say the same thing, but then I’d be making a big assumption that you’d actually be capable of withstanding Psycho at Paranoia IV.

Chapel: Well then, we’ll just have to wait and see till Paranoia, to find out which one of us is left lying on the ring clinging to life, and who’s standing tall, victoriously.

There is a great deal of tension in the air as both Chapel and AWOL get nose to nose, the history more than apparent between both men. The crowd on the inside of the arena can actually feel the tension emanating from the two and making the air incredibly thick.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



PSYCHO & TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. THE CADRE


The light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...

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

Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloddied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnifcent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Deamonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Psycho steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring with the Livewire title wrapped around his waist and his disfigured face clearly visible.... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares into the center of the ring.

Dan: Well right before the commercial break, AWOL offered a warning to Chapel about how he had awoken a sleeping monster in Psycho, and how he shouldn’t take this man lightly at Paranoia IV. And seeing him here tonight, and that sadistic glint in the eyes behind that scarred face, I’d say they were just words of caution. Anyhow, we’re about to witness for the first time in years, Psycho teaming up along side Too Magnificent against two bitter rivals. Can they coexist against this new, and impressive Cadre group?

Psycho paces in the ring, removing his Livewire title before throwing it at the ground as if he cares not for the title. The official quickly snatches the belt off the canvas though while Psycho turns his furious eyes to the entry way. “Animal I have Become” hits the PA system and through a shower of golden pyros emerges Too Magnificent. The psychotic Magnificent stares straight at the ring with a very intense expression on his face before marching down the ramp. He slides in and stands, staring straight into Psycho’s face who isn’t removing his eyes from his former partner, and perhaps his greatest ULW rival of all times. Both men get nose to nose.

Dan: I don’t think these two are going to coexist well, you can just feel the tension between them. They’ve been at each other’s throats for years and now they’re expected to team up here tonight. Common enemies aside this is going to be quite the tough task.

Too Magnificent and the former Isaac Saine glare into one another’s faces intensely, recalling their long, bitter rivalries, their many years together in this company, teaming and battling one another. The deliberate opening riffs of "Hell is High" begin to play through the arena. Through the smoke on stage comes a leggy brunette. She walks about half way to the ring, then with the crescendo in the music, she turns pointing back to the entrance, where John Torretto and Saul appear through the smoke. John walks quite deliberately to the ring, Helaina wrapping her arms around him as he passes her. Saul just gives Helania an uneasy glare which seems to make her a bit nervous. As the Cadre move towards the ring though, John pauses on the entry way, raising a finger in the direction of the ring, calling for just a second’s time out.

Douglas: This new group the Cadre is about to find themselves in their first tag team action together, in singles matches though both Torretto and Saul have been incredibly impressive. Will they have the same luck tonight against the former members of Project Lost Cause?

The Cadre remain paused on the ramp while Torretto removes a microphone from the back of his trunks, lifting it to his lips, Saul has a twisted expression while staring at the ring.

Torretto: Uno momento, I’ve got a little something to say here before we start with this little match. Actually, it’s a bit of an introduction of sorts, I guess you can say.

Too Magnificent has finally turned away from Psycho for only a moment to observe the thorn in his side located on the entry way, mic tightly clutched in hand and arrogance oozing from his smiling features.

Fans: SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Torretto tilts his head to observe the fans before rolling his eyes in a clearly disgusted manner. Saul is staring out into the crowd with a grimace, clearly not enjoying this reaction his associate is receiving.

John: Yeah, thanks fans for once again demonstrating that you have the intellectual prowess of eighth graders, but that’s neither here nor there. Because I have something of grand importance to reveal here tonight, and you idiots aren’t going to ruin that. Too Magnificent, everyone knows we’re facing off in a skins match at Paranoia IV, but what these people don’t know, and let’s face it, they understand very little as it is, is that I’ve flown in a very old friend of yours Too Magnificent. And although these people might not recall the history the two of you have with one another, I think you’ll remember quite vividly just how important this person has been in your pathetic life, and soon in your destruction this Sunday.

Too Mag tilts his head, appearing slightly interested by all of this hoopla Torretto is creating.

Douglas: What is Torretto on about here?

John turns slowly so that the side of his body is facing the entry way, extending his arm out towards the curtains.

Torretto: So without further ado, allow me to present to you, your good old buddy, Mr. Phelps!

A mixed reaction floods from the crowd as through the curtains strolls a man who is no stranger to Too Magnificent, a person who has been actively involved in his life for countless years now, a real blast from the past. Through the curtains strolls Mr. Phelps with a very arrogant yet casual stroll onto the stage. He fixes his suit a bit, which seems to be the type of attire Too Magnificent would fancifully adorn himself in for such occasions. As he repairs his cufflinks he heads for the ring and allows his jacket to open, revealing the Magnificent Championship wrapped around his waist, only adding to the smug grin on his face.

Douglas: Mr. Phelps? Well this is certainly a shocker. This man has played a pivotal role in the history between himself and Too Magnificent over the span of many years. This is a true ghost from Too Mag’s past, and to make matters worse, he’s wearing Too Mag’s custom championship, how truly offensive.

Too Magnificent continues to glare insidiously at Phelps who stops between Torretto and Saul. Helania steps to Phelps’ side, wrapping her around his and patting him gently on the shoulder.

John: Too Mag, I know more about you than you would think. I know your achilleas heel, I know each and everyone of your weaknesses, and I will gladly exploit them at Paranoia IV. Because you see, I know nothing will distract you more than the presence of Mr. Phelps at ringside, which is exactly where he will be at Paranoia. Oh yes, Too Mag, because I’ve already spoken with the liaison to this ‘mystery’ GM for the evening, and he’s agreed to name Mr. Phelps as the ring enforcer for our match at Paranoia IV, baby!

Too Mag swallows hard as his eyes fill with anger.

Douglas: Oh no, the odds are certainly becoming more stacked against Too Magnificent at Paranoia.

Phelps opens his jacket and motions to the belt around his waist, which Torretto is also pointing at.

Torretto: Not only will I beat you this Sunday, and not only have I stolen from you your own personal belt, but I will rob you of what defines you Too Magnificent. Your fancy little clothes, your neat little attire, will be going in the shredder, and so too will all your pride, all your dignity. And the second you get out of line, Mr. Phelps will be right there to put you back in your place, hahahaha.

John throws down the microphone while Phelps and Too Mag fail to remove their eyes from one another. Helania leads Phelps backwards up the ramp throughout the process while Torretto and Saul move towards the ring. Psycho grabs Too Mag by the shoulder, spinning him around so that they are face to face, the Livewire Champion barking out orders at his former teammate.

Dan: Well, this match about to get underway finally after a shocking start. Is Too Magnificent going to be able to keep his head in this thing?

There is a loud reaction from the crowd as Psycho and Too Magnificent stand face to face in the ring. They are still not even paying attention to either Saul or Torretto on the apron, both men chuckling over the former Lost Cause founders in the ring. Too Magnificent demands that he start the match, while Psycho does the same, pointing and shouting at his opposition.

Psycho: Chapel is mine dammit, he’s mine!

Too Magnificent: Chapel is not even in this fucking match!

Both men look ready to come to blows when both Saul and Torretto rush across the ring at both men, no longer able to contain themselves. They begin to club both individuals over their backs with the crowd screaming, Saul teeing off on Too Magnificent, blasting him to the jaw with uppercut shots as well. Torretto has stopped clubbing Psycho, in favor of stomping him to the gut over and over again. They both take hold of Too Mag’s and Psycho’s wrists, whipping them off across the ring. Both men reverse the whips though and instead send the Cadre into the opposite cables. Both Torretto and Saul come rushing back in before Isaac and Too Mag jump into the air, connecting with a stereo flying lariat. Torretto is taken down to the canvas as is Saul, both men grabbing their throats throughout the process. Some of the fans actually put their hands together while official Princeton steps in, demanding that either Too Magnificent or Psycho leave the ring. Too Mag is the only one listening as Psycho rushes straight at a rising Torretto, blasting him to the side of the skull with a forearm strike. As John stands up, Saine chops him stiffly across the sternum, backing him up into the corner. John falls spine first into it while Isaac slugs him to the jaw over and over again. Torretto remains standing in the corner somehow with each shot while Saul stands and rushes up behind Psycho, who steps out of the way in the nick of time. He causes Saul to clothesline Torretto on accident as John tumbles onto his posterior and then rolls to the outside of the ring. Saul turns around in the corner as Psycho steps in and chops him hard to the chest, then begins to slug him repeatedly to the forehead. He starts to stomp Saul to the gut before grabbing him by the wrist.

Psycho whips Saul off across the ring before the monster reverses the Irish whip, instead sending the Livewire Champion into the opposite turnbuckle. The Champ steps up the turnbuckle quickly before reaching the top rope and flipping off backwards into a gigantic moonsault right on top of Saul. The impact knocks Saul off of his feet with Psycho landing on top of him. The crowd is screaming with Psycho lying on top of him before he reaches down, hooking his arm around his neck. He rolls sideways, pulling Saul with him so that both men end up on their knees, Psycho holding him in a front gantry. Psycho grabs Saul by the back of his lower attire, dragging him to his feet and then snapping over backwards into a vertical suplex. The impact sends Saul hurling hard spine first into the canvas before Psycho spins the hips, rolling sideways, pulling the monster over with him. Both men get to their feet while Psycho sets for another vertical suplex only for Saul to push the Livewire Champion backwards into the cables. Psycho bounces off and comes back in when Saul launches his boot straight into his opponent’s face. The crowd groans the impact of the vicious big boot, Psycho being taken down hard to the canvas then rolling onto his knees, holding his face in pain.

Dan: Psycho was dominating this match at first, but that big boot may have changed the tempo of this battle.

Psycho gets to his feet and rushes at Saul who side steps him, catching the big man under his arm and hoisting him into the air before dropping with a hard side slam. He plants Psycho brutally into the canvas then rolls away from him onto his knees, scooting towards Torretto who is standing in their corner holding his jaw. He tags Torretto in quickly as John slides through the ropes and rushes straight at Psycho, stomping him to the sternum and the top of his head repeatedly. All the while John continues to grip his jaw, clouded with both pain and anger. Psycho rolls onto his knees but receives a right hand to the face from John who then steps to his side and charges in with a big pump kick right to the side of the Champion’s face. The impact knocks Psycho off his knees and onto his back, appearing out of it while Torretto steps across the ring, tapping his chest. He shouts at the fans to stand up and show him the respect he deserves only to receive boos from the sold out crowd. Torretto waves them off then turns back towards Psycho who has risen to his knees. As soon as John steps in Psycho slugs him to the gut, doubling Torretto over before he steps in to return with a shot of his own. Psycho punches him to the gut again though and now begins to fire off with both fists repeatedly into Torretto’s abdomen. John is bent forward from the strikes before Psycho grabs him by the back of the head and stands up. He drops down for a huge jaw breaker but Torretto counters, simultaneously pulling his head free and getting his knee up into Psycho’s face throughout the process. The crowd groans while Psycho lands on his knees, bouncing face first off Torretto’s kneecap then falling onto his back in a groggy state.

John turns and rushes into the cables at Isaac’s side, bouncing off and stepping back in slowly, savoring the moment until he springs high into the air for the knee drop. Suddenly Isaac rolls out of the way though, causing John to crash knee first into the ring, popping up onto his feet and reaching for his leg in pain. He turns to face Too Magnificent on the apron who slugs him to the face quickly, the impact knocking John through a loop and causing him to spin around in a rising Psycho’s direction. Psycho grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him down into a hard jaw breaker, Torretto bouncing off and staggering backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Psycho before throwing a desperation lariat. Psycho ducks it and gets behind Torretto, catching him around the waist for the German then dropping back into the move brutally. Torretto’s shoulders and skull collides violently with the canvas, but Psycho is holding onto the waist lock. He drops over sideways, pulling John along with him before getting to his knees and yanking John up to a standing base. Psycho breaks the waist lock and puts on a full nelson though, going for the dragon suplex before hoisting Torretto into the air. John squirms free though, transitioning in mid-air to turn and land right behind Saine, before placing him in his own waist lock. Isaac rushes forward into the cables though, dragging Torretto along before reaching out and grabbing the top rope. He hits it chest first with John still holding onto his waist, then pushes off with his back. Psycho keeps hold of the top rope while Torretto rolls over backwards across the canvas then gets to his feet and bolts straight at the Livewire Champion with a huge clothesline. Psycho turns and ducks it, catching Torretto around the arm and switching around behind his back, hooking the other one before he falls back into the dragon suplex. Torretto is flipped over so that he crashes face first into the canvas after the impact then rolls onto his back.

Douglas: What a suplex counter by Isaa....oh sorry, I mean Psycho. This match moving at a very accelerated pace thus far.

Torretto drops onto his back, looking almost lifeless while Saul shouts at him to get up, imploring him to stand. Psycho gets to his feet and backs up, motioning for Torretto to stand, so that he can finish him off already before Too Magnificent reaches over the cables, slapping his teammates shoulder. Psycho turns to glare at Too Magnificent in a outraged state while the former Xtreme Champion points to the outside of the ring, demanding that he leave. Psycho bites his lower lip to the point where blood is almost drawn from beneath it before he finally exits the squared circle. John has rolled to his knees, trying to stand up when Too Magnificent steps in and kicks him hard to the sternum, standing him up straight. Too Magnificent bends forward and charges in quickly into a vicious lariat that takes Torretto off of his feet to the canvas below. The big Alpha Generation member turns around now, bent forward and motioning for John to stand up, all energetic after what occurred last week. John rolls towards the ropes and grabs hold of them, pulling himself up to his feet before turning his head to catch a glimpse of Too Magnificent rushing in. Torretto drops down out of the way though, pulling down on the top rope and causing the in rushing Too Magnificent to spill over the cables. He was unable to stop his forward momentum as he flips forward but lands feet first on the outside mats, backing towards the barricade. John stands up on the inside of the ring, grabbing the top rope now and then pulling himself over with a huge crossbody. Too Magnificent reaches out and catches him though, plucking him out of mid-air and holding him across his sternum before throwing him up onto one shoulder. He has him in a powerslam position before rushing across the mats straight at the exposed turnbuckle post. However, John slides off his shoulder and places his hands to Too Mag’s back, shoving him forward straight at the post. Too Mag catches it though with both hands, stopping himself before he could hit it then turning around and rushing straight at an unsuspecting Torretto, catching him with a brutal lariat. John is knocked over into a backwards flip almost, crashing into the mats across the back of his head.

Saul grimaces on the apron, getting upset over this action thus far as Psycho crouches on the apron, rocking back and forth with dementia prevalent in his eyes. Torretto sits up, holding his neck in throbbing pain while Too Magnificent rises from his knees, knocked over by his own momentum. He grabs John around the jaw, pulling him up to his feet then chopping him hard across the sternum. Torretto is sent into a spiral by the impact before he is grabbed by the back of the head and charges at the ring. John rolls under the ropes to the inside, getting to his hands and knees while Too Magnificent slides in himself, stepping straight towards a kneeling Torretto. He grabs him around the head and pulls John to his feet when Torretto turns and grabs Too Magnificent around the head, looking for a diamond cutter. Too Magnificent pushes John off straight into the cables in front of them though, Torretto turning as he hits them back first and comes rushing straight at his long time rival. Too Magnificent catches Torretto with hands placed to his sternum and gut, hoisting him up into the air for the gorilla press. John slips off his hands though and lands on his feet behind Too Magnificent before grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around. As soon as Too Mag turns towards him John jumps into the air, catching him around the head and pulling him down to the canvas with a brutal diamond cutter. Too Magnificent bounces hard off the canvas while John sits up on the ring, a snide smile on his face.

Douglas: What a diamond cutter by Torretto, that may finally get the Cadre back into this match.

Torretto rises to his feet as quickly as he can before jumping high into the air. He gets tremendous height before coming down knee first into Too Magnificent’s face. The impact causes the Alpha Generation member to go into convulsions on the canvas while Torretto stands and approaches his teammate. He reaches out, tagging Saul in who enters rather quickly. Both Cadre members start towards Too Magnificent who has reached his knees before rising quickly to his feet. He throws a right hand into Saul’s face, then does the same to Torretto, knocking both men away from him. John steps back in only to eat an elbow to the face before Saul moves forward and gets caught with a forearm straight under the jaw. Too Magnificent seems to be coming back here before he rushes into the ropes, hoping to get a running start to take down both his staggered opponents. He hits the cables and comes back in when Saul turns, catching him against his shoulders and standing up. Saul holds Too Magnificent in a fireman’s carry when Torretto rushes across the ring away from the ropes then jumps forward with a huge pump kick straight to the side of his opponent’s head. The impact sends Too Magnificent flying sideways off the shoulders of Saul, but he catches him around the leg and drags him down face first into the canvas with a modified flapjack. The crowd groans at the sight of the tag team move while the proud Alpha representative rolls onto his back, looking completely unconscious.

Torretto turns back around to face Saul then rushes at him, jumping into the air and landing on top of his shoulders. Saul turns and powerbombs Torretto down right on top of Too Magnificent’s mid-section, the crowd gasping over what they just witnessed. John bounces off his ribs then rolls over backwards onto his feet before rushing straight at Saul again, who is on the opposite side of Too Magnificent. He reaches out and catches Torretto though, throwing him high up into the air before John turns with his body and comes down elbow first into Too Mag’s sternum. Several of the fans clap and cheer over the sequence of tag team moves just connected with by the Cadre, demonstrating their team abilities.

Official Princeton shouts at Torretto who gets to his knees and flips off the referee with a cocky smile on his face. Finally though, after much persistence, John rolls to the outside of the ring, leaving Too Magnificent to his partner. Saul grabs Too Mag around the head and rolls him onto his knees then drags him to his feet while connecting with a hard uppercut hot to his chin. Too Magnificent is almost taken off of his boots, knocked into stagger directly into the corner. Saul steps in and connects with an elbow directly to his face, but keeps Too Magnificent standing in the corner. He backs up a bit then launches himself forward, elbow first into Too Mag’s jaw again. Saul now turns and lifts his boot into the air, placing it directly to Too Magnificent’s throat while grabbing hold of the top rope for leverage. The Alpha Generation member gags for air while having this throat buried deeply into his throat. Psycho watches on crouched in his corner with a sick smile on his face, enjoying the sight of his own tag team partner’s destruction. The referee has started a five count on Saul before the behemoth turns, glaring straight into Princeton’s face. The intense stare sends the official into a scurry, creating some distance between himself and this flesh and blood monster. Saul turns back towards Too Magnificent who steps out of the corner and hits a hard right hand to the jaw of the behemoth before him. Saul stumbles in reverse before Too Magnificent blasts him across the sternum with an open hand chop. The impact causes Saul to stagger in reverse even further while Too Magnificent backs up and pulls himself up onto the second rope of the turnbuckle. The big man flies off straight at Saul who reaches out and catches him though, spinning around into a hard powerslam. Too Magnificent’s body is driven hard into the canvas while the crowd screams over the sight of the collision, amazed that Saul was able to catch and slam such a huge frame.

Douglas: My God, Too Magnificent just thrown down like he were a cruiserweight! I’ve never seen such agility from men of this size.

Saul gets to his feet and approaches Torretto, who’s desperate for a tag. He slaps John’s hand, bringing him back into this match before Torretto makes a B-line straight for Too Mag’s legs. He immediately stomps the big man to the side of the kneecap, Too Mag leaning forward and shouting in pain before he’s kicked to the face and knocked right onto his back again. Torretto drops down knee first into the side of Too Magnificent’s knee now, keeping himself in this position this time. He grabs Too Magnificent’s ankle and pulls up on it, dragging it sideways towards the rest of his opponent’s body while continuing to exert pressure on the knee. He has Too Magnificent’s leg bent up at an awfully awkward angle while the sadistic one drops onto his back, yelling in pain. Saul exits the ring, enjoying the sight of this, as does Psycho. Too Magnificent refuses to tap out to this pain though while he tries to roll sideways away from John. Surprisingly Torretto breaks the submission, allowing Too Mag to roll onto his chest and stomach while grabbing him around the ankle. He hoists Too Mag’s leg up high into the air and then pushes it down knee first viciously into the canvas. The tremendous impact causes Too Magnificent to roll onto his back, grabbing hold of his knee and yelling out in anguish. John pushes him over onto his gut again though and grabs hold of his ankle once more. He hoists the leg into the air and then pushes him down knee first into the canvas once more. The crowd groans at the sight of this tremendous impact as Too Magnificent rolls onto his back, reaching for his battered knee in pain.

Torretto gives him no time to recover though as he grabs hold of Too Magnificent’s ankle, lifting his leg into the air and stripping the protection away from his opponent’s knee. He throws the padding into the crowd before dropping elbow first into the side of Too Mag’s knee. Too Magnificent sits up, gritting his teeth from the anguish while Torretto keeps his elbow and the side of his body pressed against the side of his opponent’s knee. He reaches up with his legs, wrapping them around Too Magnificent’s ankle, once again holding the Alpha Generation member’s leg at an awkward angle. Too Magnificent drops onto his back, covering his face and yelling out in pain while the official drops down to make the count.

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Too Magnificent sits up, reaching out for Torretto’s face, digging his fingers into his eyes and nostrils. But Torretto shakes his head and knocks the hands away from his face, leaning even further sideways into the side of Too Mag’s knee. Too Magnificent falls onto his back again as the official is forced to make the count.

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Too Mag pushes himself up onto his seat and begins to scoot backwards in the direction of the cables, trying his best to free himself from this hold. Surprisingly, several of the fans are on their feet, putting their hands together for Too Magnificent, actually hoping he reaches the ropes. His hands extend and grab the bottom cable to a loud mixed response, yet Torretto will not relinquish the hold. The referee reprimands him, starting a five count before Torretto finally breaks the basic, but effective submission. He grabs hold of Too Magnificent’s ankle though and drags him away from the ropes, the big Alpha member trying to pull free and get away. John won’t let him do that however as he places Too Magnificent’s ankle over the middle rope and then reaches out, tagging in Saul. Torretto uses his foot to pin Too Mag’s ankle in place while Saul steps over the cables and then over top of his opposition’s leg. He places his feet on the bottom rope, springing off of it before jumping into the air, coming down posterior first into the side of Too Magnificent’s leg, bending it up at an awful angle. Too Magnificent drops onto his back, running his hands through his hair and yelling in tremendous pain while Torretto exits the ring, leaving his partner to dish out further punishment. Saul steps up onto the bottom rope and springs into the air again before coming down posterior first into the side of Too Mag’s leg. The Alpha Gen member places his hands over his face and falls onto his back once more, wailing in anguish.

Douglas: Too Magnificent’s leg being worked over by the Cadre now, and if they are able to take his wheels out from beneath him it will limit Too Mag’s power game, which is key to his offense.

Too Mag’s leg is obviously throbbing in pain while Saul grabs hold of his ankle, pulling it away from the cables. He drags Too Magnificent across his back to the center of the ring and then drops down elbow first into the side of his knee again. Too Magnificent falls onto hsi back and roars in anguish while Saul wraps his legs around his opponent’s ankle. He is leaning side first against the knee, much like Torretto did, all the while digging the point of his elbow into Too Magnificent’s kneecap as well. Too Mag falls onto his back, running his hands through his hair and almost ripping them out from his scalp due to this tremendous agony he’s being put through. Princeton drops and makes the count again.

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Too Magnificent sits up, grinding his teeth but refusing to give up. Saul bends at the knee a little more awkwardly now while Torretto just shouts at the big Too Mag to give up already, demanding that he tap out. He lifts his hands into the air and slaps them together to mimic the sound of a submission, but Too Magnificent will not pay heed to his demands. With one last burst of energy he sits up and lobs a forearm into the side of Saul’s face, then does it again and again. Saul begins to break the submission with each hard shot to his face but now stands up and drops knee first into the side of Too Mag’s leg. The crowd groaning, as does Too Magnificent who wraps his hands around his knee, lifting his leg into the air from the pain. Saul stands up and grabs Too Magnificent’s ankle, extending his leg out and beginning to stomp at the back of it repeatedly. Too Magnificent is trying to get free but can’t as Saul backs up then falls forward shoulder first into the back of his opponent’s knee. The force of the collision causes the former Xtreme Champion to shout out in anguish. Saul rises to his feet and approaches his partner again, slapping Torretto’s hand as John quickly steps up the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope. Saul reaches up and places his hand to Torretto’s chest and stomach, throwing him off the turnbuckle into a senton splash straight across Too Magnificent’s ribcage. The impact causes the crowd to scream while Too Mag curls into a ball, holding his mid-section. Torretto sits up and then rolls backwards though, over top of Too Magnificent’s battered leg, grabbing a hold of it in the process as he pulls the giant onto his chest and stomach. John stands up and steps over the leg, lifting it into a textbook Boston crab, that has Too Magnificent writhing in anguish. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, shaking his head and gasping from the pain as official Princeton inquires as to rather he submits or not.

Dan: That dangerous Boston Crab locked in on the already injured leg of Too Magnificent. We could be seeing a submission here if Too Mag can’t get out of this hold!

Too Magnificent’s palm opens and extends out over the canvas, looking ready to slap the canvas and give into this excruciating anguish flowing through his leg. He buries his elbows into the canvas, glaring at the ropes then beginning to force himself in their direction while Torretto really rears back on the submission, refusing to allow him to escape his hold. Sweat spills from a flustered, exhausted Too Magnificent’s head before he reaches out for the bottom rope. His middle finger defiantly locks around the bottom cable just barely. Some of the crowd puts their hands together while the referee steps in front of Torretto’s face, starting a five count. He reaches four and finally John breaks the hold, throwing down Too Magnificent’s leg before turning and stomping on it in frustration.

Torretto: Your going to tap and your going to like it!

Too Magnificent tries to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet but Torretto grabs his ankle, dragging on his leg. He pulls Too Mag back to the center of the ring and lifts his leg under his armpit, trying to roll him over into the Boston crab again. Too Magnificent turns back and forth on his shoulders, trying to avoid this submission before he lifts his other foot into the air. He kicks at John’s chest, then does it again and again, trying to break this attempt at the submission, but Torretto is pugnacious, he will not give up on it. He bends forward to wrap his arm around Too Magnificent’s knee when the big man kicks him hard to the jaw with tremendous force. The impact knocks a screw lose as John is sent staggering backwards into the cables, falling against them side first with a very dazed expression on his face. Too Magnificent rolls to his knees, trying to stand up with his leg absolutely killing him. John turns and rushes out of the corner though when Too Magnificent bends forward, catching him ribs first against his shoulder and hoisting him into the air. He turns before driving Torretto down with the spinebuster directly into the canvas. Too Mag falls onto his back immediately afterwards, appearing exhausted, his leg absolutely killing him. Psycho rolls his eyes and stands up on the apron now, sticking his hand over the ropes, looking primed for the tag.

An exhausted, battered Too Magnificent rises to his knees, crawling desperately for Psycho, who is primed for the tag. His hand is stuck out with his fingers twiddling, realizing that he actually wants to win this match. Too Magnificent’s leg is throbbing with one hand placed over his knee while continuing to scoot, his hand extending for the tag. Torretto suddenly steps in though, holding his back and drops an elbow directly to Too Magnificent’s upper back, knocking him right back down to his chest and stomach. He grabs the back of his head in anguish while trying to pull himself back up while John rolls across his knees and grabs Too Magnificent’s ankle. He begins to drag him back towards the center of the ring by his battered, injured leg. Although John looks light headed and in pain after that spinebuster, he continues to pull his opponent back to the center of the ring. Too Magnificent rolls onto his back though and once again buries his foot to John’s chest, shoving him off backwards straight into his corner. Saul reaches over and blind tags Torretto, entering the ring and rushing at Too Magnificent who has begun scrambling in Psycho’s direction. Saul drops an elbow to his upper back, knocking him down again and then standing up quickly, repeated stomping down at the Golden One. He moves in a circle around Too Magnificent, repeatedly stomping him brutally so that his opposition can’t stand up. Saul bends forward and grabs Too Magnificent around the neck, dragging his battered, exhausted frame up in the side headlock. He turns him around in his prone position as Torretto steps out of the corner and begins to slug him repeatedly to the face while trapped in the side headlock. He now steps around behind Too Magnificent while he is still stuck in this predicament and clips the back of his injured knee. Too Magnificent falls to a kneeling base as a result.

Douglas: Come on referee, get one of these guys out of the ring already!

Saul breaks the side headlock and grabs Too Magnificent by the wrist, dragging him to his feet and then pulling him into his shoulders. He stands up straight, holding Too Magnificent in a fireman’s carry when Torretto slaps his knee and runs into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in, jumping into the air for the hard, stiff pump-kick to the side of Too Magnificent’s head when the Alpha member turns, avoiding it. He slides straight down Saul’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him up in reverse. Torretto rushes forward across the ring and turns, spotting Too Magnificent holding Saul down in a pinning predicament.

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Saul kicks out while both he and Too Magnificent rush one another to their feet. Saul goes for a lariat that Too Magnificent ducks, getting behind the slowly turning monster. Torretto slaps his knee and charges in for that deadly big boot when Too Mag ducks it, causing John’s foot to connect straight with Saul’s face. The crowd screams over the stiff kick that knocks Saul down to his back, Too Magnificent turning and jumping across the ring, slapping Psycho’s hand. The fans go nuts as Torretto turns around just in time to spot Psycho rushing in with a huge back elbow to his face. Torretto hits the ring then rolls to his feet, rushing at Psycho who catches him with a thunderous lariat to the throat, taking him right back down to the canvas. An incredibly dazed Saul begins to rise to his feet, holding his jaw when Psycho steps in, blasting him across the face several times with hard closed fists. He grabs Saul by the wrist, forcing him up to his feet before the behemoth kicks Psycho straight to the gut. He reverses the grip on Psycho’s wrist then whips him off across the ring. However, Psycho turns and reverses the whip, pulling Saul forward right into him and catching him around the waist. Psycho hoists Saul into the air then turns, driving him down to the canvas with the belly to belly suplex. He rises quickly to his feet and turns straight towards Torretto who rushes in with that brutal big boot of his. Psycho ducks it, switching around behind Torretto’s back and placing him in position for the German suplex again. John reaches back with his leg, hooking it around Psycho’s avoiding the move and performing a standing switch. He places Psycho in a cobra clutch, perhaps looking for the Livewire Champion’s own, Psychotic Episode. Psycho drops to his knees though out of the cobra clutch then scoots backwards between Torretto’s legs. He stands up behind Torretto and grabs his arms, placing him in the cobra clutch before dropping in reverse, straight into the Psychotic Episode. The crowd is going nuts.

Douglas: The Psychotic Episode! Psycho hitting it on John Torretto in this fast paced tag team brawl!

Psycho rolls over with the cobra clutch still established, pulling Torretto with him then dragging him to his feet. He drops back again, hitting another cobra clutch suplex before rolling to his knees once more. He pulls John onto his posterior, Torretto looking lost as both men get to their feet. John tries to free himself by shoving Psycho backwards in the direction of the cables. Psycho’s spine hits the ropes while he tries for the Psychotic Episode again, trying to launch him over the cables to screams from the sold out audience. Saul gets to his feet and rushes straight at Psycho and Torretto before the Livewire Champion bends himself, as well as his opponent forward. They catch Saul against the front of his legs then stand up, back dropping him over the cables hard to the outside mats. Psycho now hoists Torretto into the air for the Psychotic Episode when John reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around his opponent’s waist. He falls forward, rolling Psycho up into a pinning predicament. The official refuses to count though, shouting at John that he is not the legal man in this match. On the outside of the ring, Saul has gotten to his feet when Too Magnificent limps across the apron then jumps off with a huge lariat straight into the creature’s throat. Both men are knocked down hard to the mats with everyone putting their hands together.

Torretto breaks the pinfall and stands up holding the back of his neck, Psycho quickly getting to his feet in front of him. Before he can stand all the way up, John kicks him hard to the face, causing him to stand erect while winging his arms to keep himself up right. John spins around and connects with a hard back chop to the side of Psycho’s face before then going into a discus forearm. Psycho ducks it though and gets behind John’s back, hooking him in the cobra clutch again. Before the Livewire Champion has a chance to react, Torretto mule kicks him hard to the testicles, the crowd screaming as Psycho bends forward, laughing while he displays his pain. It actually makes him chuckle while John grabs Psycho by the wrist, pulling him forward into his shoulders as if setting for that huge TKO diamond cutter. Before he can hit it though, Too Magnificent limps into the ring then blocks his pain, rushing straight at the Cadre member. Torretto drops Psycho and steps forward before Too Magnificent spears him straight to the gut, knocking both men through the ropes behind John’s back. They hit off the apron then spill to the outside mats, rolling over one another with a fury of closed fists.

Dan: This thing has completely broken down out here ladies and gentlemen. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long match, and a brawl, but this certainly wasn’t what I was expecting out here tonight between these two teams.

Too Mag rolls over so that he is straddling Torretto’s waist, repeatedly throwing fists down into John’s face over and over again while Torretto tries to cover up. He then pushes Too Magnificent over onto his back though, straddling his mid-section as he slugs his rival to the forehead. Too Magnificent pushes Torretto off and across the mats, both men rushing one another to their feet. Too Mag slugs Torretto to the face repeatedly, backing him up into the barricade before charging in and clotheslining him to the throat, knocking both men over into the sea of humanity. The crowd is screaming, and their tone intensifying as Saul now stands up on the outside mats, having grabbed something from under the ring, a black sack.

Douglas: Too Magnificent and John Torretto battling into the sea of humanity, and now Saul has gotten something from under the ring. Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is!

Torretto stands up, slugging Too Magnificent to the face repeatedly before the former Livewire Champion catches John under the jaw with a hard uppercut shot. The blow knocks John backwards while Too Magnificent steps in and hits him again with a right hand. John answers back as both men begin to disappear amongst the screaming fans, the camera losing track of these heated rivals. Psycho watches this while resting on his knees in the center of the ring while Saul rolls into the squared circle behind the scarred, laughing Livewire Champion. He charges up behind him with the sack still in hand before Psycho stands and begins to slug him again and again to the side of the face. Everyone is going nuts as Saul is hit so hard he staggers backwards into the ropes, but bounces off and now clasps the sack with both hands, using it to slam into the side of Psycho’s face. A gasp comes from the arena as Psycho is knocked to the canvas, rolling across it and holding his face, Saul turning and opening the sack with a sickeningly twisted grin on his malicious features. He turns the sack and spills out from within it thousands of thumbtacks. Everyone is screaming their heads off as the tacks collect across the canvas.

Dan: Oh no, my suspicions were right, Saul has thumbtacks and he’s not hesitating to use them. This could lead to a disqualification for crying out loud! Not that Saul cares in the slightest, I’m sure.

Saul smooths out the thumbtacks with his boot before turning towards Psycho, who is struggling to reach his feet. The Livewire Champion suddenly stands up and chops Saul to the sternum though, the crowd screaming as the big monster is almost knocked off of his feet. Psycho chops him again, once again almost sending Saul down into the blanket of thumbtacks behind him. Saul swings his arms to keep from going down before Psycho rushes backwards into the ropes, looking for a big lariat only for the monster to catch him under his arm. The crowd screams as Saul spins Psycho around and plants him with the black hole slam right on top of the thumbtacks.

Douglas: OH NO! Psycho just hit with the black hole slam onto the tacks!!

The crowd is screaming loudly before Saul hooks Psycho’s leg, quickly for the pinfall, while the Livewire Champion was going into convulsions. The ref drops down into a quick count.

1

2

3!

The spectators respond with outrage at the sight of this while Saul sits up, a menacing expression on his face. Psycho rolls away from him, revealing his back to be littered with tacks.

Douglas: Dammit, the Cadre picking up the win here tonight after the black hole slam right onto those thumbtacks!

Psycho rolls onto his knees, appearing to actually be smiling from the pain of the tacks protruding from his spine. It looks as if he’s gone completely off the deep end as Saul stands up and steps towards him only for Psycho to throw a right hand into his gut. Saul is doubled over before Psycho stands up, blocking the pain and laughing from the agony as he delivers a chop to the monster’s chest. Saul is staggered by the impact before Psycho again charges in for a lariat only to have the monster kick him straight to the bicep. Psycho is sent into a spin, ending up with his back pressed to the turnbuckle, his arms falling over the cables with a disturbing grin on his face. Saul winds up his arm and rushes in, blasting Psycho with a hard lariat in the corner and then kicking him hard to the gut. Psycho is doubled over as Saul begins to climb up the turnbuckle in front of him, planting his feet on opposite sides of the Livewire Champion while taking him by the hair. The fans begin booing rather loudly as Saul begins to rain down with right hands directly to Psycho’s face repeatedly. Some of the crowd is actually counting along though with each fist to Psycho’s face, feeling obligated to do so.

Fans: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.....

Suddenly the crowd starts with another massive reaction as a chair is cracked over Saul’s spine, wielded by none other than Riggs. Saul doubles over in pain before Riggs turns and steps under the massive legs of the monster. He reaches up, wrapping his arms around his waist and then powerbombing him straight off the turnbuckle, back first on top of the thumbtacks. The reaction from the fans consists of screams, gasps, and loud ovations as Saul’s eyes widen, his back arching off the canvas and his body shaking. His entire back is covered in thumbtacks.

Douglas: Oh my God, Riggs just powerbombed Saul off the turnbuckle, back first into those thumbtacks!! Riggs has gotten a small measure of revenge after what happened last week!

Saul is still shivering with the tacks littering his skin, some falling out of his spine to the canvas below. For some strange reason though, the slight hints of a grin rests on his face. The official is standing on the outside of the ring in front of the barricade, shouting for Too Magnificent and Torretto to get back in the ring. This match is obviously behind any hope of getting under control as Riggs reaches under his black shirt now into the front of his trunks, grabbing a railroad spike. He lifts it into the air between his fingers, motioning for Saul to stand up. Yet the monster is still lying on his side amongst the thousands of thumbtacks, trying to move up to his feet. Psycho remains rested back first against the turnbuckle in a dazed, yet laughing state while Riggs continues to urge Saul up to his feet, evil intentions in store for the massive beast. Without warning though a burly forearm blasts Riggs to the upper back, Chapel stepping into the ring.

Douglas: It’s Chapel! It’s Chapel!! He’s here, and he’s attacking Riggs, who he must deem as a roadblock to getting his hands on Psycho. Issues erupting on Annihilation.

Riggs is on all fours in the ring while Chapel stomps him to the back of the head, then makes a B-line for Psycho standing in the corner. Psycho grabs the chair off the canvas though, and turns towards Chapel, lifting it into the air. Suddenly the monstrous Chapel slugs the chair, knocking it right back into Psycho’s face and sending him into a spiral against the turnbuckle. Psycho leans on it side first in a dazed state before Chapel moves towards him quickly.

Chapel: I said we’d meet in the ring and settle this you.....

Psycho turns and spits a gray mist straight into Chapel’s eyes, the crowd erupting as the King of Monsters staggers backwards. He is completely blinded, trying to swipe the spray from his eyes as Psycho grabs the chair off the canvas and steps out of the corner. He moves straight towards Chapel and cracks him over the head with the steel chair. The crowd groans over the sound of the impact, yet Chapel is still standing, swinging his arms to keep himself upright. Psycho smiles before he steps back and blasts Chapel again over the head with a thunderous chair shot. The chair is mangled, much like the top of Chapel’s head, which is producing a bit of blood, yet he is still on his feet. Psycho backs up into the ropes, bouncing off then stepping forward and flinging the chair violently into Chapel’s face. The impact knocks Chapel off of his feet finally with everyone in the arena jumping up and down with excitement. Saul stands up in front of the ropes, covered in tacks when Riggs rushes in with the spike in hand. Saul reaches out and catches him by the throat though, glaring into his eyes as he sets up for the chokeslam.

Douglas: Oh no, Saul is going to chokeslam Riggs onto the thumbtacks!

Saul lifts his Paranoia opponent into the air when Riggs spits red mist straight into the monster’s eyes. Saul drops Riggs onto his feet and swipes at his eyes repeatedly, blood dripping down his face.

Douglas: Riggs just sprayed Saul in the eyes now, much like Psycho did to Chapel.

Screams come from everyone in the arena as Saul falls through the ropes backwards and onto his feet on the outside mats. Chapel also rolls to the outside of the ring, holding his forehead which has been bloodied. This leaves both Psycho and Riggs standing in the ring. Psycho holding a chair and Riggs clutching a railroad spike. Both men turn towards one another, looking ready to attack when they stop, dementia setting into their eyes. Both men bend forward, placing their fingers under their jaws, looking ready to mist one another, yet they don’t do it. They just glare intensely at one another, apprehensive, on edge before their eyes shift towards Saul and Chapel who are backing up the ramp. Chapel is still cleaning the mist out of his eyes while pointing in the ring at Psycho, shouting at him in anger.

Chapel: You have no idea what you’ve just done.

Saul: At Paranoia, your fucking dead Riggs!

The crowd is still standing, cheering on what they just witnessed, while Psycho and Riggs keep hold of their weapons in the ring, glaring at their Paranoia opposition. They nervously turn to observe one another, weapons still gripped tightly.

Dan: Well, I guess this match has been thrown out ladies and gentlemen, as things have just degenerated into an all out brawl. But the issues between Torretto and Too Mag, Saul and Riggs, and Chapel and Psycho, have all just become much more personal heading into Paranoia IV this Sunday.


A PLAN FOR DESTRUCTION


A very malicious reaction comes from the sold out audience at the sight of Hurse seated backstage, with a bag of ice stuck to his nose which continues to seep with blood. He appears very flustered while talking to the contigent of Alpha Generation members who have gathered around him, rather it be Denile Partis, Ryan Mills, Devin Hawks, or Jackson Adams. All five men form a circle around the trembling, furious Submission Champion, the camera catching him right at the conclusion of a sentence. The looks on the faces of all those gathered is one of both boredom and apathy. None of them appear particularly entranced by Hurse’s long winded nature while planted on the stretcher in the trainer’s room.

Hurse: Listen, I don’t care what any of you guys have on your agenda tonight, because when Desolation shows his face here in this arena, you will drop everything and you will deal with him!

Talking seems to give Hurse a headache as he places his fingers to his throbbing temples. Jackson chuckles a bit while crossing his arms over his sternum.

Jackson: Will you listen to yourself, Hurse? Have you completely forgotten that I get Desolation in the ring tonight, meaning no one else’s assistance is needed. I’ll handle the Dark Man with ease, I’ll make him pay for not making the right decision last week.

Hurse: That’s not good enough. Desolation deserves much more than just having his shoulders pinned to the canvas tonight, and the same goes for Orlando Cruze.

Hurse’s finger extends while pointing at all those gathered, Ryan arrogantly sticking out his jaw while rubbing the tag title strap over his shoulder.

Hurse: Desolation and Orlando Cruze are your prime targets tonight and nobody else, especially guys like Tim May. Once Cruze and the Dark Man are taken care of, then we can deal with your problems. Is that understood?

The individuals gathered shake their heads and shrug their shoulders.

Ryan: Whatever you say man, whatever you say.

Hurse: Good, now go.

The furious, seething Submission Champion points towards one of the exits, doors present on both ends of the room. Jackson reaches out and pats Hurse on the shoulder before he leads Ryan, Denile and Devin out of the room, leaving a combustible Submission Champion alone with his thoughts. He tilts his head back, trying to stop the blood that is oozing from his nostrils when the door on his opposite side opens. His eyes shoot quickly, and in anger to whomever is intruding on his privacy before the frustration fades. In a quick motion he hops onto his feet, his entire demeanor switching from that of anger to pleasure, for the person who entered is none other than Robin Brooks. The fans on the inside of the arena go absolutely insane as the Black Widow herself marches straight towards Hurse. Yet she doesn’t seem quite as jovial to see Hurse, as he is to see her lovely, intoxicating face.

Hurse: Robin, I’ve been trying to reach you all we.....

Brooks lifts her finger and places it over Hurse’s lips, forcing him to shut up. She slowly looks up into Hurse’s face, batting her eyes and trying to hide any emotions she might be experiencing. Hurse has no other alternative but to remain quiet, the mere physical contact between himself and Brooks snatching his thoughts clean from his head.

Robin: Steven, I’m not here because I forgive you for what you’ve done. I’m not here to rekindle what you’ve ruined....

Hurse: Robin.....

Brooks holds her palm up in front of Hurse’s face, yet can’t bring herself to look into his eyes, in favor of staring down at the carpeted floor.

Brooks: Don’t speak, please. You’ll only make this more difficult. The only reason I came back here is to tell you that I appreciate what you did out there against Nathan, coming to my aid. But the last thing I need you to do is fight my battles for me. I’ll handle Nathan, and more importantly as far as tonight is concerned, I’ll take care of Orlando on my own.

Hurse: But Robin.....

Robin: No, I don’t want to see your face at ringside whatsoever when I face Cruze tonight. I’ll take care of him on my own. That’s all I wanted to say to you.

The Black Widow turns to exit the dressing room when Hurse quickly takes her around the arm, throwing the bag of ice into the wall. There almost seems to be a deranged glint in Hurse’s eyes while Robin turns to face him.

Hurse: Well I have something I want to say, Robin. I never wanted to hurt you, if you give me a second to explain then maybe you’ll unders.....

Robin: No, Steven, just stop. I can’t deal with this right now.

She drags her arm free of Hurse’s palm and lowers her spiteful eyes from Hurse’s shocked, bewildered face.

Brooks: Truth be told, I don’t know what to think about the two of us. You need to give me space, and give me time to think.

With the conclusion of her statement, the defiant Brooks turns and leaves Hurse frozen in place. His chest heaves while his hands slowly raise and slide down his face, over the blood that has dried beneath his nose. He seems to be losing control while the camera pans out slowly to reveal Jackson Adams standing in the opposite doorframe than the one Robin exited through. He leans shoulder first against the wall watching all of this unfold with crossed arms and a titled smirk on his face.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



IT’S TIME FOR SOME SCTV


A very tired, mundane voice can be heard in the background, speaking with little to no emotion as black white archival footage is shown of two pasty fat men in black trunks wrestling one another. They look identical while the words, “ULW” are written in the bottom corner of the screen.

Are you tired of the same old boring, generic wrestling you see every week?

One overweight gentlemen jumps into the air and goes for a dropkick only to miss his opponent completely, horribly botching the move, yet the other man falls on his back anyway. Rather comical “wa-wa-wa-wa” music is heard in the background almost on cue.

Tired of the same old promos?

An equally as bland gentleman as the two just featured in the ring is shown staring all googly eyed into the camera, forcing emotion while a white haired correspondent stands next to him. He then grabs the interviewer by the throat and begins strangling him, all these images looking very faded and hazy as they’re produced from several decades ago.

Do you want some controversy!?!

The voice picks up in excitement and anticipation before someone’s back is shown on camera, the letters “SC” written in sparkling text across the back of the fabric. It immediately shifts into images of individuals such as Psycho getting smacked over the head with a steel chair, and Chapel receiving the superkick straight under the jaw, then switching to shots of Johnny Kingdom being struck to the face as well with a blistering kick to the face. All the while loud music and flashy colors bombard the screen to add importance to the images.

Its time to be woke up, its time for a revolution, its time for some SCTV....

The back of that same mysterious individuals head is shown, still adorned in the clothing that bears the letters “SC” across the fabric. Whoever it is stares into the wall in front of them, with shadows occupying the space about their frame. He speaks in an indistinguishable tone.

You want some controversy, your about to get it.

Just as he turns to face the camera the video switches to the letters SCTV, overtaking the image of the individual who was just about to reveal themself.

SCTV, premiering live at Paranoia IV.


DENILE PARTIS VS. ????


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

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Annihilation, and before the commercial break we saw Denile Partis as well as the rest of the Alpha Generation being given their marching orders for tonight. Desolation is definitely a marked man on this evening’s telecast that’s for sure. Also, I’ve now been joined at commentary by none other than Susie Moore, of all people, as Billy Mayne has still not been located after that devastating spear from Weapon earlier in the night.

Susie: Hehehehe, he probably got lost, its easy to get lost in this big arena, in fact, I still don’t know where I am.

Douglas: Oh, well isn’t that just wonderful then? Anyway, we heard about this match earlier on ULW.com, it will be Denile Partis of the Alpha Generation against a mystery opponent. We’re still not sure who booked this match.

Denile is marching back and forth in the ring rather impatiently, hunched over and glaring up the ramp, waiting for whomever his mystery opponent might be. The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Lights begins to flash as the electronic noise of the opening to Tarot's "I Rule." As the distorted strings kick in, the arena lights begin to flash, Desolation's logo appearing on the Jumbotron. Denile has frozen in place in the middle of the ring, his speculative eyes shifting back and forth anxiously.

Douglas: Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me? This is World Champion Desolation’s entrance music, but where is he?

Susie: Disney land?

Dan: What?

Moore: Damn, I’m never any good at these things. Ummm, Switzerland? Is that where he is?

Denile is still looking around, waiting for Desolation with the crowd cheering before the Dark Man slides into the ring behind Partis. He has a steel chair in hand but decides to throw it down on the canvas while leaning forward, poised for attack. Partis has his arms stuck out to his sides, not knowing where Desolation is before he turns towards Desolation who steps in and absolutely blasts him straight under the jaw with a sickening superkick. The impact looks as if its just knocked Denile cock eyed, spit and teeth flying from his mouth. He is knocked onto his back while Desolation turns in circles in the ring listening to the unbelievable reaction he is receiving for his actions.

Dan: There’s Desolation and he just cracked Alpha Generation member, Partis with a brutal superkick!

Susie: Is Desolation a magician? I have no idea where he just came from.

The fans are still screaming while Desolation turns to glare straight down at Partis, who is absolutely motionless while spread across the canvas. Displaying no emotion whatsoever, Desolation moves straight for the steel chair he brought into the ring, snatching it off the canvas. He grabs Partis by the ankle and drags him over onto his stomach, Denile unable to fight it after having his brain mangled by such a stiff superkick. Desolation now slides the chair around Partis’ head, the seat stuck right under his face and the back part positioned behind his head. The fans begin to buzz while the Dark Man interlocks Denile’s legs around his own then grabs hold of his wrists. He takes one last look out over the fans before pulling Denile up off the canvas and placing his foot to the chair and Partis’ head. The Dark Man curb stomps Denile down into the canvas so that the chair brutally sandwiches his skull in between, possibly fracturing his skull. Denile goes into convulsions, shaking violently, twitching on the canvas with blood seeping out of his nose while the Dark Man turns away from him, paying no more attention to his victim.

Douglas: Oh no! What did you just do Desolation?

Moore: I think he gave Denile a face lift with that chair.

Partis is flopping like a fish on the canvas, his eyes rolled to the back of his head while Desolation demands the use of a microphone. It is slowly handed through the cables and placed straight in Desolation’s palm before he turns, glaring straight at the curtains.

Desolation: Well, well, it appears as if the hunted has become the hunter. For you see, I showed up here tonight not to talk about Paranoia IV. Not to discuss winning the Weapon’s Lair, and not to take some lame ass verbal shots at my opponents. I’m here for one purpose, to eradicate all my enemies in one fatal swoop. Rather it be Hurse, or the Alpha Generation or.....

”You Know my Name” by Chris Cornell now hits the PA system, causing every fan in attendance to stand, vocalizing their negativity. Through the curtains strides the Icon, Orlando Cruze, bandage over his head a pissed off expression on his face. Desolation lowers the microphone from his lips and turns to stare at his opposition this Sunday at Paranoia IV.

Dan: I don’t know how smart of a move this is. After what Desolation just did to Denile, I would think the last thing Orlando Cruze would want to do is come out here and get in the ring with this homicidal World Champion. Especially after all they’ve went through over the past couple of months.

Susie: Cruze has got tattoos though, that means his tough right?

Douglas: Please stop talking.

Desolation continues to stare Orlando down, his former protégée not even hesitating to hop onto the apron, reciprocating the glare from the World Champion. He slips through the ropes and jumps in place, still adorned in his street attire while marching forward slowly, right past the Dark Man. Desolation follows him closely with his eyes while Orlando is handed a microphone through the ropes by the ring announcer. The fans seem a little shocked that Orlando is displaying no fear whatsoever when faced with his toughest, most brutal opponent, a man who helped train him, the man he turned against several months ago. Orlando maintains a rather stilted expression in contrast to Desolation’s intrigued features.

Cruze: Desolation, I mean no disrespect by coming out here and cutting you off. I know you were just about to say my name on your list of victims after all, which would you lead to think that I’d be the last person coming out here to interrupt you.

The Dark Man rears his head back a bit while nodding it with raised eyebrows.

Orlando: But I’m hoping we can hold off any violence for the time being so that I may appeal to your human side, Dark Man. So that I may speak with your rational half for a moment. See, I didn’t come out here to be disrespectful, I didn’t come out here to send some kind of message that I’m not afraid of you, especially since you basically just killed Denile Partis. No, no, I came out here to make you a proposition Desolation.

Desolation tilts his head, nodding it as if he’s interested in what Cruze has to say.

Cruze: Over the past few months I know we’ve tried to do nothing short of kill one another repeatedly. We’ve been brawling all over countless arenas in countless cities, all over that World Heavyweight Championship.

His finger aims directly at the belt that is wrapped around Desolation’s waist.

Orlando: But our battles have always been about respect. Rather I was planting you with the Rock Bottom, or you were Curb Stomping my face into the canvas, there’s always been respect between us. I’ve always had the utmost respect for Desolation, and more importantly for that World title. But while we’ve been fighting this war of respect, while we’ve been feuding like respectable warriors, we’ve had to deal with a thorn in our sides, named Hurse.

In a quick motion Desolation lifts his mic to his mouth with a confident smile now present.

Desolation: Okay, let me guess where this is going. Your gonna try and get me to join up with you so that we take Hurse out in the Weapon’s Lair and better our chances of walking out victorious.

Orlando’s eyebrow raises while he nods his head and shrugs his shoulders.

Orlando: That’s pretty much it Desolation. Think about it, after all we’ve been through, after the years we’ve spent fighting over that World Championship, wouldn’t it be suiting for the two of us to conclude it all in the main event to Paranoia? Don’t we deserve to settle this thing one on one? Without anyone present to screw things up? If you think about it Desolation, we were destined to meet one last time for that title at Paranoia, to settle our issues once and for all on the biggest platform available. You know that this makes sense, you know that we’re the only two men who deserve to be in the Weapon’s Lair.

Desolation nods his head, as if he understands Cruze’s point. All the while Orlando points towards the Weapon’s Lair which is set up above the ring.

Dan: It seems like everyone is propositioning Desolation these days.

Susie: I’ve been propositioned plenty of times before.

Douglas: I’m sure you have.

Showing even more of a lack of fear Orlando steps closer to Desolation.

Orlando: Paranoia is our stage to shine on Dark Man. It is our time to end this. Hurse has no business getting in the middle of our problems, he should be taken out of it, he should be removed from this match, and with our combined powers we can do that. Then we’ll have an even greater chance of one of us walking out with the title.

After a moment or two of contemplation, Desolation finally responds, stepping within inches of Orlando.

Desolation: Well, Orlando, I must admit you have a pretty big set of balls to come out here and stand in the ring with me, especially in my current state of mind. And while your plan is admirable I must point out of a fundamental flaw in this scheme.

Desolation steps straight up into Orlando’s face, the Icon pulling his head back a bit.

Desolation: The whole part about me needing you to accomplish any of this. My odds would be much greater, if I just took you both out and call it a day.

The microphone slips from Desolation’s hand and falls to the canvas while Orlando lowers his head and rubs at his jaw.

Orlando: And here I thought you could be reasoned with. I should have known you’d down what you always tend to do, and throw rationalism out the window in favor of bare knuckle brutality. And if you think physicality is going to allow you to walk out of the Lair with the World title, then your mistaken, sadly mistaken.

Orlando’s features have become bright red while his rage filled eyes rise to observe the World Champion.

Cruze: I’ve worked too hard for too long to be denied my opportunity at that title. Just like you’ve always done all throughout our long association, you screwed me over the last time we met for this belt, at Paranoia you won’t.....

Desolation: Blah, blah, blah, here we go with this whole redundant rant about how I held you back, how I held you under my thumb.

Orlando: Well its true God dammit. Until I turned on you I didn’t have one World title match in over a year! Who’s to blame for that Desolation, not me. Because I won again, and again, and again, yet the whole world was talking about Desolation, and how I was nothing more than your damn lackey, your pathetic little student. But things have changed Desolation, things have changed.

Desolation: Oh let me guess, the student has surpassed the master?

Orlando: Your damned straight I have!

Desolation smirks while leaning in close.

Desolation: Then prove it.

Orlando: If that’s the way you want it, that’s the way you’ll get it.

The crowd starts to scream as Orlando backs up, removing his tanned suit jacket and throwing it down while Desolation steps back, bending forward, motioning for him to bring it.

Douglas: Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like we’re going to see Desolation vs. Orlando Cruze right here and right now, no waiting till Paranoia IV.

Susie: Yay! I’m suppose to be excited right.

Dan: Naturally.

Moore: Okay then, yay!

Orlando unbuttons his cufflinks and begins to roll up his sleeves, shouting obscenities while Desolation keeps motioning for him to bring it. Suddenly the reaction from the crowd changes as from the back rushes Ryan Mills, Devin Hawk and Jackson Adams, the Alpha Generation charging towards the squared circle.

Dan: Wait a minute, it’s the Alpha Generation!

Desolation and Cruze turn just in time to catch the Alpha Generation members who have slid into the ring. Devin throws a wild right hand at Cruze’s head only for Orlando to duck it and spin around. Hawk turns to face Cruze and gets slugged across the jaw, then hit again to the mouth, knocking him backwards. Ryan goes for a kick to Desolation’s mid-section only to have it blocked. The Dark Man pushes the leg away from his gut, sending Mills into a spin before Desolation lariats him hard down to the canvas. Jackson is standing on the apron but now drops off once he sees what’s going on in the ring, slowly backing away from the ring.

Fans: AWOL’S GONNA KILL YOU, AWOL’S GONNA KILL YOU!

Adams mumbles something dirty under his breath while glancing at the fans, and continuing to move discreetly up the ramp in reverse. Devin and Ryan both stand up when Desolation and Cruze grab them by the backs of their heads, rushing them at the ropes and throwing the tag champions over to the outside. The fans are still screaming, going nuts over what they are witnessing, Mills and Hawk having been ditched by Jackson, who is still backing up the ramp slowly.

Susie: The Alpha Generation thrown out of the ring by Desolation and Cruze.

Douglas: They had to have been sent out here by Hurse to beat down his two opponents, and also come to Denile’s aid.

Orlando points over the cables, ranting and raving at a down Devin Hawk before he turns around and is leveled with an insanely stiff superkick under the jaw by Desolation. The crowd vocalizes their delight, hopping for joy as Cruze crashes onto his back, looking out cold after the kick. Desolation just stands over him, removing the World title from around his waist then lifting it aloft in the air above his downed opponent. Desolation points and shouts down at Cruze before turning to exit the ring.

Douglas: Desolation just laid out Orlando with the superkick! Cruze is completely out cold here.

Susie: I’m use to taking stiff things to the face, and let me tell you that had to hurt.

Dan: Too easy.

Desolation slips through the ropes onto the apron before turning to glare at the down Cruze, who is barely moving. Desolation raises the World title into the air again, getting a massive ovation. Suddenly the crowd starts to scream even louder as Robin Brooks comes rushing down the ramp with an official in tow. Ryan and Devin crawl across the mats, shaking their heads after the impacts they took while Desolation drops off the apron and Brooks hops onto it. She quickly scales the turnbuckle with a referee sliding into the ring.

Susie: What’s going on, Dan?

Dan: It looks like Robin has dragged a referee out here to get her match with Orlando underway.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. ORLANDO CRUZE


The crowd is on its feet as Robin gets to the top rope and flies off, flipping through the air then hitting the Flying Star on a prone Cruze in the center of the ring. Everyone in the arena jumps up and down, exploding with excitement.

Douglas: Robin with the Flying Star on an already unconscious Cruze, she’s got to have the win here.

The referee drops down and makes the count.

1

2

3!

The crowd rejoices before Orlando’s shoulder shoots from the canvas at the very last second. A dazed, incoherent Cruze turns onto his side, appearing absolutely out cold still. Brooks sits up, running her hands through her hair in shock.

Susie: Ohhh, I thought she had Orlando there for a second!

Dan: Brooks coming within inches of defeating Orlando Cruze.

Robin rests on her knees, her hands bunching up her hair throughout the process before she stands up and steps towards Cruze quickly. A leg is dropped straight across the Icon’s throat before Robin rises to her feet and delivers a big elbow straight to his mid-section. Orlando tries to roll away his dazed state before Brooks stands up and connects with another leg drop. She turns onto her knees and scrambles into the hook of a leg.

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Orlando desperately kicks out again, just barely keeping himself alive in this contest. He turns onto his knees now in a dazed state while Brooks gets up in front of him and begins to slug him repeatedly to the face. Robin realizes that she must capitalize on this temporary weakness caused by Desolation’s brutal kick. She steps to Orlando’s side and hits a blistering chop to his sternum, then does it again before stepping back and moving in with a hard shin kick to his chest. The impact knocks Cruze off of his knees, causing him to crash onto his back then roll over in reverse into a crawling base. He appears almost out of it while Robin rushes into the ropes at his side, bouncing off and coming back in before jumping forward into a stiff basement dropkick to the side of the dazed Icon’s head. Orlando is knocked onto his back after the impact while Robin rolls in reverse onto her feet and charges into the cables again. She bounces off, coming back in then flipping forward into a standing senton bomb straight across the chest and stomach of the Icon. Orlando begins to go into convulsions while Robin rolls straight onto her feet with her back aimed towards Cruze, and then flips over backwards into the moonsault. She crashes right on top of Orlando, hooking his leg throughout the process, the fans screaming.

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Orlando kicks again, sitting up quickly when Robin gets to her knees behind him, locking in a sleeper hold. She has the basic but effective submission tightly clamped about Orlando’s throat before he begins to force himself upwards, trying to pry the arms apart from around his throat. Robin breaks the submission though and begins to blast Cruze over the back with forearm strikes while he is on a single knee. She steps in front of him and hits a hard forearm strike to his face, then another. Cruze is almost taken off of his feet before Brooks steps in for a stiff kick to his sternum. The Icon catches her ankle though, standing up in his groggy state, smiling from ear to ear, firmly clasping hold of her ankle. Brooks turns her back towards Cruze and jumps into the air, kicking back with her other foot directly into Orlando’s sternum. The impact sends Cruze staggering backwards into the ropes while Robin flips over forward and lands on her back. She turns around to face Orlando who bounces off the cables and comes staggering back into a huge spinning heel kick. Brooks launched herself, heels first straight into Cruze’s face, the Icon crashing onto his back with Robin landing beside him before again going into the pin.

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Orlando kicks out once more, his eyes opened widely as if significant head trauma has been done. Brooks crawls up behind him and locks in another quick sleeper hold, the fans all rallied in support behind her.

Douglas: Robin right on top of Orlando, she will not let him up.

Mayne: It’s an empowering position for a woman to be on top, Dan.

The crowd is still solidly behind Robin who has Cruze completely grounded, really twisting at his head with the sleeper hold. Cruze has no time available to get his head straight, Robin keeping on him, pressing her advantage. He begins to force himself up to his feet, grabbing Robin’s arm from around his throat, slowly forcing it away from his throat. As they get to their feet, Cruze begins to force his arm away, turning the side of his body towards her. Brooks quickly wraps her arms around his head though, changing up the submission into the side headlock this time. A flustered Cruze rushes backwards into the cables, dragging Brooks with him. They both hit the cables before Cruze tries to push Robin off the side headlock, yet she drops to her knees and keeps hold of the submission. Orlando falls to a kneeling base as well, trying his best to squirm his head free from the submission throughout the process. An irate Cruze slaps the canvas with frustration and starts force himself to his feet, Brooks still holding onto the side headlock with all of her energy. On the outside of the ring, Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk have assisted a very badly hurt Denile to his feet, helping him around the ring to heckles from the crowd. Inside the ring Robin is still twisting at Cruze’s head with the side headlock.

The flustered Icon refuses to stay down for long though, forcing Robin up to her feet while he stands as well. He tries to push her forward into the cables and off the side headlock but she drags him along towards the cables, still trapping him in the submission. Robin steps up the ropes and then pushes herself off the top one, turning in mid-air with the side headlock established before dropping over sideway. She drags Orlando over into the side headlock take-down, Cruze crashing onto his back with Robin’s spine pressed to his sternum. Her arms are really ripping at his head while Orlando stomps his foot and tries his best to free himself from this hold, really growing agitated, especially since he’s been unable to get a single offensive move in this match yet. He lifts his legs up to wrap around Robin’s neck only for Brooks to push them away and keep twisting at his head with the side headlock submission. Cruze rolls onto his knees while Robin gets to a kneeling base beside him, the Icon standing up rather quickly. He buries his spine to Robin’s back and hoists her into the air into a back drop suplex position with Brooks still holding onto the submission. She suddenly turns her body and falls side first into the canvas, pulling him over into the side headlock takedown again. Once more she ends up with her back pressed to Cruze’s sternum and her arms clamped around his neck in the side headlock submission hold. The fans clap excitedly at the sight of Brooks maintaining the submission, not allowing Cruze to escape it.

Orlando is almost becoming deranged now while he turns, placing his shoulder to Robin’s back and pressing himself up onto his knees. Robin again gets a kneeling base beside him with the submission maintained before they both reach their feet. Cruze begins to deliver forearm strike after forearm strike into Robin’s lower back, trying his best to force himself out of this submission before he buries his shoulder into her kidney area. He hoists her into the air for the back drop suplex again when Brooks floats over, landing on her feet behind his back. Orlando turns around and finds himself bent forward straight into the side headlock again by Robin. Brooks really squeezes at his noggin with the fans cheering before Cruze uses all of his strength to push her off into the cables. Brooks breaks the hold and charges into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Orlando who drops down onto his chest and stomach to avoid her. Robin jumps over him and lands on her feet beside the laid out Cruze before dropping down and placing him in the side headlock yet again. Those in attendance cheer and applaud the fact that Robin just will not give up this submission.

Susie: Heh, Robin keeps using that funny hold on Orlando.

Dan: What a very astute observation, Susie.

Moore: That’s what they pay me for. I think.

Robin is in complete control of this match, squeezing Orlando’s head until it pops like a pimple. However, now that Orlando has got his head straight he refuses to be shown up, pushing himself to his knees then getting to his feet. He buries his shoulder to Robin’s spine and hoists her into the air once more, but this time steps sideways towards the cables. Robin is still holding onto the submission as she is lowered over cables and placed feet first on the apron, on the opposite side of the ropes as Orlando. The referee steps in and starts a five count, demanding that Brooks break the side headlock, which she still has held in even over top the cables. He reaches four before Robin finally breaks it, holding out her palms and acting innocent before Orlando jumps into the air, dropkicking her viciously to the side of the body. The impact sends Robin flying off the apron, over the mats and sternum first into the barricade. The crowd groans as Robin bounces off the steel with a hard collision then falls onto her back, covering her sternum in anguish. She rolls onto her knees, holding her ample chest area while trying to get to her feet, grimacing from the pain. Orlando has rolled to the outside of the ring, still trying to clear his head while Brooks stands up in front of him. He now rushes in with a head full of steam and delivers a lariat so brutal that it sends Robin into a corkscrew, crashing onto the mats across her back. Orlando bends forward, cradling his arm against his sternum after the impact while Robin remains spread across the mats, barely moving.

Susie: Ouch, she’s going to have to tell people she walked into a door the next few days after that.

Dan: I think after such a lariat the last thing she needs to worry about our a few minor blemishes.

A gagging Robin gets to her knees, leaning side first against the barricade with the front row fans shouting for her to stand up, to get to her feet. Orlando doesn’t let this happen though as he steps around in front of Robin, bending forward and burying his shoulder into her gut. He drags Robin away from the barricade then charges her spine first into it with his shoulder still planted to her ribs. Robin doubles over his shoulder, groaning in pain before Orlando drags her away from the steel plates of the barricade then rushes her back first into it again. The fans gasp out the sound of the impact while Robin leans into the barricade for support, obvious anguish in her face. Yet the furious, flustered Cruze hoists Robin into the air, still holding her petite body against his shoulder before rushing across the mats straight at the exposed turnbuckle post. He rams Brooks hard back first against it, Robin screaming out in pain from the impact. A malicious Orlando places Robin on her feet then rolls her into the ring under the ropes while Cruze takes a second to jaw-jack with the fans.

Orlando: Nobody disrespects me in my house, nobody!

The fans merely heckle him in response while Cruze unbuttons and removes his casual shirt, throwing it down in a huff. He rises onto the apron while Robin pushes herself up onto her elbows and knees in the ring. She looks to be in a lot of pain while Orlando slips through the ropes and steps straight towards her. Robin turns though and catches him around the ankle, connecting with a drop toe hold that plants Cruze face first into the canvas. Robin twists around with her body and dives across the canvas, landing beside Cruze and clamping on another side headlock submission. The fans put their hands together before Orlando scoots backwards across his knees, freeing his head and grabbing Robin’s arm. He begins to throw clubbing shots over the back of her shoulder repeatedly while Robin yells out in agony from these blows. Cruze then stands up behind Robin and steps in, delivering a thunderous, punt like kick right to her lower back. Robin arches her spine but remains seated somehow before Orlando places his hand on top of her head then jumps into the air, dropkicking her to the back of her cranium. The pain and impact causes Robin to wrap her hands around her head and roll onto her knees, kicking her feet in agony. Orlando stands up, pointing to himself while the fans scream at him in response. He doesn’t hesitate to shout right back at them, looking really heated right now before turning back towards Robin who has gotten to her knees once more. Cruze slugs her to the face, then does it again, before taking a step in reverse and rushing in with a well placed kick straight to Robin’s forehead. The shot knocks Brooks over onto her back, laid out by the impact while Orlando steps towards the ropes, pointing at his face, shouting at the screaming fans.

Cruze: If I can’t get my hands on Hurse, this bitch is gonna pay!

More boos flood the arena while Robin rolls onto her knees, trying to push herself up onto her feet and holding her back. She just won’t stay down as Orlando grabs her around the neck then forces her to her feet in the front gantry. Cruze lifts Robin into the air then runs forward across the canvas before falling back into a huge rushing vertical suplex. Robin hits off the canvas hard, sitting up and grinding her teeth from the pain while Orlando turns onto his knees, grabbing her around the jaw. He rolls Robin onto her knees before slapping on another front gantry and pulling her up to her feet. He lifts her for another vertical suplex when Robin floats over, landing on her feet behind his back. She then steps forward and delivers a hard kick to the back of Cruze’s thigh. Orlando begins to hop up and down after the shot before Robin delivers another desperation kick to the back of his leg. Orlando grinds his teeth as Robin rushes backwards into the cables behind him. She bounces off and comes back in before Orlando turns and catches her under his arm, stepping forward then delivering a brutal, high impact back breaker straight across his knee. Robin flops off the knee, dropping over onto her stomach and yelling out in anguish while reaching for her spinal column.

Douglas: Orlando just dissecting the back of Robin Brooks now in this quick, heated exchange.

Susie: Come on, Robin honey, show these boys what you’ve got.

Dan: I think she’s already proven over the years what she’s capable of Susie.

Susie: Oh, well I never actually watch the matches, I’m usually too busy admiring my teeth.

Robin is still holding her spine on the canvas while Cruze turns around and buries his knee deeply into her lower back. He reaches out with his hands and interlocks them around Robin’s chin, pulling up and back on it. He has her in a laid out version of the rear chin lock, with Robin spread across her stomach and Cruze’s knee dug deeply into her lower back. Cruze really pulls in reverse on the submission, Robin screaming out in pain as she tries to pull the hands away from her jaw. The fans are slapping the barricades and screaming for Robin to get out of this submission, hoping she can get to her feet and dish out some more punishment to the Icon. Orlando seems determined to force the tap out though, really grinding his knee against her lower back. Robin’s eyes are full of passion though, blocking out the pain while she rises to her feet. Orlando tries his best to keep his knee buried into her back while Robin begins to force herself up to her feet. She refuses to oblige the agony flowing through her lower back while getting all the way to her feet. Cruze keeps his hands interlocked around her jaw but is forced to remove his knee from her lower back while Robin gets closer and closer to her feet. The crowd reacts with cheers as Robin gets her feet beneath her and Cruze is forced to break the chin lock. However, he merely clubs her upper back repeatedly then locks on a reverse waistlock, dropping back into a huge German suplex. Robin flies across the ring and crashes into it hard spine first, flipping over backwards onto her knees. A very dazed glint rests in her eyes before she tumbles forward into the canvas. Orlando turns and scoots across his knees straight towards her.

With Robin almost out of it, Cruze grabs her around the jaw, dragging her up to her feet and then delivering a stiff chop against her chest. Brooks covers her sternum with her arms, turning away from Cruze while backing into the cables, falling into them in fact. Cruze steps in, pushing her arms out of the way then chopping her as hard as he can across the chest. Robin bellows in anguish, bending forward throughout the process before Orlando steps back, licking his palm. The fans shout their disgust before Orlando charges in for another chop, but Robin ducks it and rushes across the ring. She bounces off the opposite ropes and comes back in at Orlando, who rushes to the center of the ring to check her. Cruze turns and catches her under his arm but Robin turns her body and swings around with her legs, wrapping them around Orlando’s neck. She looks to be going for the head scissors before Cruze pushes her around into another revolution around his body and catches her under his arm, driving her viciously into the canvas with a side slam. The crowd reacts with disbelief as to the brutality of the slam as Cruze pulls back on the legs and leans in reverse for the pin.

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Robin kicks out, dropping onto her side while Orlando sits up and mumbles angrily to himself. With his irritation increasing Cruze gets to his knees and grabs Robin by the hair, sitting her up and slapping on a bearhug. He squeezes her mid-section to the point where no air can get into Robin’s lungs, and her ribs almost crack under the pressure. Orlando is forcing the submission with every bit of strength that he possesses, attempting to inflict as much agony as he possibly can. The official steps in, inquiring as to rather she gives in or not. Robin screams no with the air that she has left in her lungs, enticing Cruze to exert more pressure onto the submission. The fans are standing, slapping the barricades, calling for Robin to get up, which she slowly begins to do. Her arms are shaking out to her sides while her eyes stare towards the heavens.

Douglas: Robin perhaps looking for divine inspiration to free herself from this submission hold. Maybe that’s what it will take to get free of Cruze’s clutches.

The crowd is still stomping their feet and slapping the barricades, trying to motivate Brooks who is almost fading from the pain being inflicted by this hold. Nevertheless, she places a knee to the canvas, putting her hands to Orlando’s wrists, trying to push them away from her ribs. She gets closer and closer to her feet with the fans still screaming for her to get out of this submission. Her eyes, staring through the sweat that has collected across her face, shift around to the loyal fans who are still calling for her to get up. She is feeding off this positive energy as she gets her feet beneath her, Cruze still bent forward, holding her in the bearhug. Robin now reaches down and grabs the arms around her waist, trying to pull them away before instead opting to charge forward into the cables. She drags Orlando along and then hits the top rope, Cruze falling back and pulling her over backwards. They roll across the canvas and end up with Robin’s shoulders pressed to the canvas, Cruze seated on the back of her thighs.

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Robin kicks out, falling over onto her stomach while Cruze drops down right at her side, grabbing her arm, desperately trying to apply the crossface. The crowd is screaming before Robin ducks her head and rolls forward across the canvas, turning to face Cruze who still has hold of her wrist. He stands up and pulls her forward, ribs first into his shoulder, charging her across the ring, straight back first into the turnbuckle with devastating force. The fans react with disgust at the sight of Robin’s body being driven so brutally against the turnbuckle by the Icon. Orlando pulls back then launches himself shoulder first into Robin’s gut again, causing her to double over in anguish. A smile creeps on the otherwise contorted face of Orlando now as he stands up and playfully slaps Robin on the side of the face, almost causing her to drop down out of the corner. The Icon turns and swings his arm around before placing it behind his ear and leaning towards the crowd, making a Hulk Hogan like gesture to hear the fans; response. They bombard him with nothing more than negativity before Cruze laughs and turns towards Robin, rushing straight in at her, bent forward. He dives into another spear at her gut but Robin places her feet to the middle rope and jumps over Cruze’s back. Orlando launches himself between the ropes, shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post.

Susie: Orlando missed! I bet he does the same thing when he aims for the toilet bowl in the morning.

Douglas: Why must your comments be so irrelevant? But this certainly gives Robin new life.

Orlando reaches for his shoulder, groaning in pain while he steps backwards away from the turnbuckle. He is still bent forward between the ropes though when Robin stands and charges in behind him. She jumps into the air, dropkicking Cruze right to the posterior with enough force that it launches Orlando forward, face first into the exposed turnbuckle post. Orlando bounces off the post hard and then falls through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The crowd is clapping as Orlando falls onto his knees on the outside of the ring, leaning side first against the apron. Robin steps around the ring, motioning for the fans to stand up with one arm, the other wrapped around her ribs though. Orlando starts to get to his feet on the outside of the ring, reaching for his forehead after taking such a nasty bump against the turnbuckle when Robin rushes across the ring. She drops down into a cartwheel across the canvas then flips backwards out of it straight over the top rope, twisting around and coming down straight on top of Orlando on the outside of the ring. A massive ovation is heard from the crowd as Cruze crashes onto his back and Robin slams into the mats right along side him.

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

Robin gets to her elbows and knees, reaching for her spine and wincing in terrible pain, Orlando is barely moving as well. A pain stricken Brooks rolls to her knees, still covering her ribs in horrible pain while Cruze starts to move. She steps in and kicks him to the sternum, then to the back, using that karate training of hers. Orlando stands up before Robin kicks him hard to the guy, bending him forward. She now grabs the back of his head and rolls him into the ring under the cables. Cruze rolls to his hands and knees while Robin climbs onto the apron slowly, still holding her mid-section. Orlando gets to his feet though and rushes in to spear Robin to the gut only for to grab the top rope and flip over it and over the back of the Icon. She lands on her feet behind Orlando then rushes into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in quickly. Cruze turns around, charging at Brooks and catches her under his arm. She swings around for the head scissors when he shoves her around into another revolution and catches her under his arm again.

Orlando: Hahaha.

As soon as he gets Robin under his arm Robin reaches out with her legs and catches Cruze around the neck again though before swinging around. She sticks her arms out to her sides while she hangs from around Cruze’s neck, pulling him around into several rotations and then finally snapping off into the head scissors. Orlando is flipped over, crashing onto his back with a shocked expression on his face. He rushes to his feet as does Brooks, who charges straight at him only for the Icon to side step her. The quick Cruze, grabs her by the back of the head and pushes her right along into the turnbuckle beside him. Brooks jumps into the air though and lands feet first on the second rope of the turnbuckle before flipping over backwards, Cruze turning as he’s caught around the neck. She pulls him down into a flip over reverse DDT, the crowd screaming as a result.

Douglas: Robin unloading with some explosive moves here in this match, she has not only fought back, but she is beating the three time former World Champion Cruze to the punch.

Moore: She’s putting on a dazzling display in the ring, that’s for sure.

Cruze sits up with a very glossed over look in his eyes while Robin just won’t stop cooking, getting to her feet and rushing into the cables again. She winces from the pain in her back as she bounces off the ropes, coming back in at a rising Cruze. Orlando catches her coming in, placing his hands to her chest and stomach, throwing her up into the air only for Brooks to land straight on top of his shoulders. She is about to drop over backwards into the hurricarana before Cruze places his hands to the back of her thighs, shoving her off into a reverse flip. Robin lands straight on her feet and reaches for her kidneys before Cruze steps in with another brutal lariat. Brooks ducks it and catches him around the arm, hooking it while she jumps into the air and reaches out with her legs. She wraps them around Cruze’s other arm, trying to pull him backwards into the crucifix pin before Orlando grunts and instead pushes her up on top of his shoulders behind his head. He then places his hands to her chest and stomach, throwing her up into the air for perhaps a military press when Brooks slides free, landing with her legs on both sides of Cruze’s head. She snaps over backwards, straight into the hurricarana with a pin. Her arms reach out and hook around the back of both Cruze’s knees while seated on his chest.

Douglas: What a counter!

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Orlando sits up, pushing Brooks over backwards, rolling her onto the back of her shoulders. The referee is just about to drop down and make the count before Orlando stands and grabs her by the legs. He now tries to force her over into the liontamer, to target that injured back and score the submission. Robin turns from side to side, trying her best to avoid it, screaming to keep from being placed in the submission.

Susie: Cruze going for a submission.

Robin scrambles backwards across her spine towards the cables, reaching out for the ropes. She reaches up, grabbing the middle one, forcing the referee to step in to demand Orlando release her from the submission attempt. Orlando bends forward though, wrapping his arms around the back of her knees, trying to pull her away from the corner. Robin reaches up with her hands, grabbing the top rope now with her entire body elevated off the canvas as Cruze keeps pulling on her legs. With one last tug he forces Robin to let of the top rope and for her to flip forward, landing on top of his shoulders and then dropping back. The crowd reacts with disbelief as Robin hangs upside down from Cruze’s shoulders in a hurricarana position only for him to wrap his arms around her legs and step over her back. He sits down on her kidney area almost, locking in the liontamer to screams from the fans.

Dan: Another tremendous counter, Cruze has got Robin and her damaged back in a version of the liontamer!

Susie: What action in this match.

Robin pushes herself up onto her knees, screaming at the top of her lungs, running her hands through her hair while Orlando continues to lean back on the submission with all of his strength. The referee drops down in front of Robin, asking her rather she submits or not, only for her to scream “no,” but raising her palm over the ring. She appears ready to tap out with sweat running down at her face, but then turns onto her elbows to stare at the ropes at her side. Cruze doesn’t seem to have the strength to keep her in the hold as Brooks defiantly scoots across her knees in the direction of the ropes, twisting her body to reach out for them. Orlando is still rearing back on the submission but Robin reaches out taking hold of the bottom rope. Amongst a loud reaction from the crowd, the official starts a five count, stepping in front of Orlando, demanding he break the submission hold. At a count of four he finally throws down Robin’s legs, but steps forward, grabbing the official’s shirt, shouting furiously into his face. He claims Robin cheated to get to the cables while a pain ridden Brooks agonizingly utilizes the ropes to reach her feet.

Cruze turns around to face her and steps in quickly, driving a forearm into her lower back. Robin doubles over in reverse on the arm, shouting in pain. Orlando spins her around and takes her by the wrist, whipping her across the ring but keeping hold of her wrist so that she is forced to turn back towards him. He drops back and in turn pulls her with enough force to launch her straight at the turnbuckle at his side. Brooks ducks forward and crashes into the turnbuckle across the back of her head and shoulders, causing her to flip upwards, landing in a seated position on the turnbuckle. Orlando gets to his feet quickly and begins to scramble up the turnbuckle as quickly as he can. He slaps Robin hard over the back then begins to climb onto the top rope, grabbing Brook’s hair to force her up to a standing base. They both get to a standing base on the top rope with Orlando’s shoulder buried into Brook’s back, looking for the top rope belly to back suplex.

Dan: If Orlando hits this, this match is all over!

Susie: Come on Robin, sweety, do something!

Orlando hoists Brooks into the air and drops in reverse off the turnbuckle when Robin turns in mid-air, countering into a crossbody. She comes crashing down right on top of Orlando who hits the ring hard across his back. The fans are going nuts as Robin hooks Orlando’s leg, having the pin here.

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NO! Orlando kicks out just barely in the nick of time, shooting his shoulder off the canvas. Robin rolls off of Orlando and onto his side, breathing heavily while placing her palm over her lower back. Tears almost form in her eyes over the fact that she came so close to pinning Orlando only for him to kick out in the nick of time like that.

Douglas: Orlando barely kicked out, my God what a singles match this has been between the two of them.

Susie: Isn’t there some kind of pay-per-view coming up soon, shouldn’t they be holding back and trying not to get themselves injured?

Dan: My God, Susie, you just said something smart...

Moore: DO I GET A SUCKER?

Robin sits up on the canvas, appearing both exhausted and flabbergasted that she did not just get the win in this highly competitive match. An equally as exhausted Orlando begins to turn onto his side, both competitors trying their best to beat the other to their feet. Cruze gets to his knees when Robin slugs him to the jaw, then does it again in her absolutely exhausted state, the fans still cheering her on loudly. The crowd starts to scream loudly though, boos coming from every inch of the arena as Kloe comes rushing down the ramp.

Dan: Hey wait a minute, why is Kloe Cruze out here now?

The crowd is still heckling her while Robin fails to notice her presence, she just swings around and connects with a stiff spinning back kick straight under Orlando’s jaw. The impact knocks Orlando onto his back and sends him into a roll under the ropes, spilling onto the outside mats. He lands on the area just above the steel chair that was used to smash Denile’s head in by Desolation. The crowd is groaning the sight of the kick, but also booing furiously at Kloe who has now jumped onto the apron. She tries to slide through the ropes into the ring but is cut off by the referee, who was well aware of her presence. He tries to force her off the apron while the exhausted, but in control Brooks makes her way for the steadily rising Orlando on the outside of the ring. She reaches through the cables for him when Orlando turns with the chair in hand and slams it violently over top of Brooks’ head. Everyone in the arena screams at the sound of the thunderous chair impact against Brook’s skull, almost caving in her skull. She falls back through the ropes and into the ring, Cruze quickly tossing the badly dented chair under the ropes. The referee turns hearing the shot, but keeps being grabbed by Kloe, unable to see it.

Douglas: DAMMIT! Dammit to all hell, Orlando just caved in Robin’s head with that steel chair!

Susie: That was mean of him.

The tired Cruze slides into the ring with Robin laid out across the canvas, Kloe spotting her husband in charge of this match now. She drops off the apron and simply lends support by slapping it as Cruze steps over Robin’s legs, realizing that she is completely exposed now. He lifts his fingers and begins to rub at his jaw while a conniving grin forms on his face. He grabs hold of Brook’s legs and rolls her onto her chest, stepping over her back and facing the same direction as the unconscious Robin. The response from the crowd is that of utter disgust as Orlando lifts Robin’s legs under his arms and crouches down, apply the Legend Lock, Hurse’s own submission hold.

Douglas: Oh don’t tell me this is the way this match is going to end, Orlando holding Robin in the Legend Lock.

Susie: Poor Robin, I don’t think she feel comfortable being bent up like that.

Dan: She can’t feel anything after this son of a bitch Cruze laid her out with the steel chair!

Official Wright turns around and drops down in front of Brooks, who is completely incoherent, out cold. She is not moving whatsoever while Orlando continues to sit down on the back of her shoulders almost, bending her body up at a horrible angle. The referee grabs her hand, raising it into the air before it falls limply to the canvas. Wright turns and calls for the bell, causing everyone in the arena to bombard the ring with a furious response, all directed at the chuckling Cruze.

Douglas: I cannot believe the way this match has concluded! Orlando hitting Robin in the head with a steel chair with Wright was distracted by Kloe, and then locking her in that damned Legend Lock. This is disgusting and depraved, and now look, he won’t even break the hold.

The bell is chiming in the background but Orlando refuses to break the Legend Lock even as Wright demands that he does so. He even steps in, grabbing Cruze around the arm, trying to pry him off of Robin but he won’t let go. He is both doing further damage to Robin and sending a message to his Paranoia opponent. Kloe has entered the ring, bending over Robin while shouting down at her. A loud mixed reaction comes from the fans though as Hurse rushes towards the ring, flanked by Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk once again.

Moore: Here comes those Alpha Generation guys.

Dan: I never thought I’d be happy to see Hurse or the tag team champions, hopefully they fair a little better than they did a few moments ago when they came out here.

An outraged, unstable Hurse slides under the ropes and rushes straight at Orlando who looks over his shoulder to spot him. Cruze throws down Robin’s immobile legs and takes hold of Kloe’s wrist, both of them dropping to the canvas before rolling to the outside of the ring. Hurse jumps onto the cables, running his hands through his hair, almost ripping it from his scalp while shouting at Orlando and imploring him to get his ass back in the ring. Orlando raises his finger, shaking it back and forth with a smile on his face, doing exactly what Hurse did last week when he refused to enter the ring. Kloe blows Hurse a kiss before laughing hysterically, her arm interlocked with Orlando. Hurse’s chest is heaving while Ryan and Devin stand over Robin, who is trying to come through, her eyes fluttering. However, Hurse can’t bring himself to take his vengeful eyes off of Orlando, who is now backing up the ramp, giving a coy little wave goodbye. Ryan doesn’t seem to know what to do as he takes Robin under the arm, trying to help her up, but she is still not conscious yet. Suddenly Hurse steps up beside the co-holder of the tag straps and shoves Mills out of the way, Ryan falling into the cables side first. He turns back with a confused expression on his face while Hurse stares a hole through him.

Hurse: This is all your fucking fault! If you did what I told you none of this would have happened!

Ryan appears completely bewildered, his eyes glancing at Devin who shrugs his shoulders. Hurse turns Robin around so that he can scoop her up into his arms, making his way towards the ropes. Robin is still draped over his forearms while she is out-cold, instinctively her arms reach up, wrapping around the back of Hurse’s neck. Ryan steps forward to take hold of the Alpha Prophet’s arm only for Hurse to pull away sharply. He gives Mills a furious stare, only adding to Ryan’s confusion.

Dan: Hurse taking Brooks out of the ring, and blaming Ryan for something. If this is anyone’s fault though, it’s Hurse’s.

Susie: He did get Robin in the middle of this whole thing.

Douglas: Exactly.

Hurse rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring before reaching in and grabbing hold of Brooks, sliding her out onto his arms. He makes his way up the ramp with Ryan turned towards Devin, both men’s shoulders raised, questioning one another as to what Hurse just meant by his accusations.


DON’T KILL THE MESSENGER


A loud mixed reaction is heard reverberating through the backstage corridors and into Robin Brook’s dressing room. Instead of the Black Widow’s presence however, seeing as she was just carted out of the ring by Hurse, Bailey Brooks is located in the forefront fo the camera. The worried sister of the Black Widow holds her fingers to her lips, chewing on her nails while staring into the monitor in front of her, watching what just happened to Robin in the center of the ring. Her massive, ample chest heaves with despair while nervously raising her other hand to brush her long blond hair behind her ear. This reveals the dog leash in her hand, leading down to the throat of little Faith, who is busy licking its unmentionables.

Baily: Oh no, oh geez. Poor Robin, should I do something Faith? Should I like call an ambulance or something?

The little pooch raises its head for only a moment to lick its chomps then return to cleansing itself. Baily’s shoulders sink.

Baily: Helpful as always, Faith. But I feel like I should do something. Not only was she cracked in the head with one of those dang folding chairs, but she’s especially not going to be happy about being dragged off by that funny looking weirdo of all people. What should I do? Call the police?

Baily sticks her knuckle between her teeth, bitting down on it throughout the process in a very concerned state of being. She is stuck in place though, unable to figure out what should be done in this situation.

No, I don’t think the police can even help your sister....

A nervous, frightened Baily turns just in time to catch a glimpse of Nathan Creed, who saunters with no concern into the camera’s frame. He shoots his arm outward, placing it over Baily’s shoulders so that his forearm is wrapped around the side of her neck, holding her in place. A forced expression of sympathy rests on his face, not taking his eyes off the television screen though. Baily appears rather terrified with her eyes opened widely and her mouth hanging slightly agape.

Creed: Because even they can’t protect her from me at Paranoia, my dear. Oh yes, if she thinks tonight was bad, she’s only scraped the side of the iceberg. She’s in for so much more, Baily. In fact, if your looking for someplace to call on behalf of your sister, you probably should consider dialing up an organ donation center, or maybe think about reserving an ambulance for this Sunday of some sort. I don’t know, I’ll let you think about that sweety.

Creed smiles as his chilling eyes slowly shift to Baily’s face, who is absolutely petrified. Her face is absolutely frozen.

Baily: Uh, I need to go help, Robin.

The vulutopous Baily starts to take off before Creed wraps his arm tightly around her neck now, forcing her against his side. He almost has her in a side headlock to keep her from leaving, causing a whimper of fear to escape through her trembling lips. Nathan keeps the same fragmented smile on his face while reaching out with his hands, patting Baily on the top of her head.

Nathan: Why would you want to do something like that, Baily? What? You don’t like my company anymore? Just because your sister strung me along and treated me like a piece of shit, doesn’t mean the two of us still can’t be friends. Don’t you want to be my friend Baily?

Baily’s quivering body is unable to produce sounds, other than faint whispers and gasps of pain as Crees’s arm becomes increasingly forceful around her neck. Nathan’s head lowers, his grin starting to fade.

Creed: Oh, I see how it is, Baily. Your just like Robin, out to use me, huh?

Baily: No, no.....

Before any more words can escape her mouth, Creed reaches out, wrapping his hand around her throat. With great force he thrust her backwards, spine first against the wall, keeping his palm locked about her throat. Baily grabs Creed’s wrist, trying to force it away from his throat while Faith barks in the background and Creed inches ever so slowly in the direction of his captive’s face. The forced grin has vanished and has been replaced with a malicious glare.

Nathan: Well, Nathan is no longer going to be used by anyone, especially talentless bitches like yourself. If you have brain one in your little head you’ll stay out of my way and this whole situation, unless you’ll end up just like your sister. Believe me, you don’t want that. You’ll find out what I mean at Paranoia IV, as you watch in horror what I do to your precious sister. When she wakes up, tell her something for me, would you? Tell her that the Nathan she knew is dead, and that she can expect no mercy whatsoever on Sunday.

Tears of fear slip down Baily’s cheek while still trying to force the hand away from her throat before Creed pulls her forward. He then thrusts her hard back first against the wall again.

Nathan: Did you hear me!?!

Baily: Yes, yes, I heard you.

The smile returns to Nathan’s face while Faith still barks wildly in the background. Nathan reaches out with his other hand, twirling a lock of Baily’s hair as she fearfully tilts her head away from his hand.

Creed: That’s a good girl. Now make sure she gets the message.....

Faith is barking even louder now, while jumping around Creed’s leg. Its insistent, piercing noise seems to agitate Creed who finally turns away from Baily.

Nathan: And you! Shut the fuck up!!

Creed pulls his foot back and kicks the tiny dog with enough force to send it flying across the room. Faith unleashes a yelp as it flies over top of a couch, its small body hitting the wall behind the sofa with a thud. It tumbles behind the couch as Baily cups her hand over her mouth.

Baily: FAITH!!

She slides down the wall slowly, with her hand covering her mouth in an absolutely terrified, speechless state. Creed puts on a pompous smile while turning towards Robin’s bouncy little sister. His finger menacingly extends, aiming straight at her face.

Creed: Your lucky I didn’t do the same thing to you, hahahaha.

The chuckling Creed finally turns and makes his way for the door, leaving a shocked Baily and a mild, weak whimper from behind the couch in his wake.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



RYAN MILLS VS. TIM MAY


The show returns live with the camera focused straight on the ring, where a furious Ryan Mills is strolling back and forth, microphone clutched in hand. Devin Hawk is leaning back first against one of the corners behind him, with both tag team title straps draped over his shoulders, and an equally as foul expression on his face.

Dan: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, as you can see Ryan Mills has not vacated the ring after what happened out here a few moments ago involving the Alpha Generation and Robin Brooks. Speaking of Robin, I cannot believe the reprehensible way in which Nathan Creed just treated her sister backstage.

Susie: Baily? Why are you worried about her? Didn’t you see what he did to Faith? That poor little pup.

Ryan: That’s it, I’m sick of this shit. You people shut the fuck up and show some respect while I’m speaking!

Mills frantically marches back and forth in the ring with Devin nodding his head, agreeing with the Lionheart’s demands. There is obvious anger and maliciousness in Ryan’s step, increasing as the crowd’s reaction becomes even more negative.

Mills: I’m fed up with being disrespected out here! We’re the Alpha Generation, we’re the tag team champions here in the ULW! We deserve some god damn respect!

Fans: SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!

The veins begin to pop out of Ryan’s temples and his neck as his agitation grows.

Ryan: No, I won’t shut up, because unlike you people, I actually have something important and interesting to say. But I won’t be talking long, because I want Tim May out here right now! If anyone needs to be taught respect about the Alpha Generation its’ his decrepit, senile old ass. So Tim, get out here right.....

The crowd has a mixed reaction as Tim’s music hits the PA system. The former voice of FUF, and now color commentator for ULW:R emerges with no hesitation through the curtains. He has a little swagger to his step and appears abnormally confident on this evening. He is wearing a jumpsuit from head to toe, appearing dressed for in ring action while he dances a little to his own music being played through the PA system. Demon steps out at his side, beer in hand which he quickly takes a swig of.

Dan: Tim May is out here, but I have no idea why he appears so confident.

Susie: That’s Tim May? He told me he was Steven Spielberg. Wow, I really wish I hadn’t taken those publicity shots with him now, I wondered why I had to dress in a skimpy maid outfit for them.

Douglas: Well don’t worry, I’m sure they’ve at least brought Tim hours of entertainment, as well as anyone with internet access. But anyhow, I’m still confused as to why Tim looks so giddy. Does he not realize he’s about to get in the ring with a worked up Ryan Mills?

Ryan steps forward, leaning against the cables with his eyes penetratingly locked right on May, who slowly reveals the microphone in his hand by lifting it towards his pursed lips.

Tim: Hey there boys, tag champs!

Mills: No, no, no talking, you get your ass in here and you do it now!

Mills furiously gestures downward at the canvas, pacing back and forth in eager anticipation of Tim’s destruction. May merely raises his palm, calling for Ryan to simmer down a bit.

May: Quiet down tweedle dumb, because I’m sure your going to be very interested in what I have to say. Earlier tonight, the Hell’s Angels and I were just walking around minding our own business when low and behold we stumble across an old friend of ours receiving medical treatment in the backstage area. Wildcat, why don’t you bring our buddy out here and let the tag team champions get a good look at him.

The Hell’s Angels manager opens his palm, extending it out towards the curtains to draw attention to Wildcat Marcus Hithers who is forcing someone through the curtains. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of Billy Mayne being led onto the stage, bound and gagged with a laceration on his forehead. Wildcat releases him purposely as Billy takes off, trying to get to the ring where the Alpha Generation will surely save him. However, a chuckling Demon catches him around the arm and kicks him to the back of the knee, forcing him to drop to his knees.

Dan: So that’s where Billy Mayne has been all night!

Susie: Dan’s usual co-commentator has been abducted by those cowboys.

Both Ryan and Devin appear stunned on the inside of the ring, quickly making their way towards the ropes and starting to slide through them. Obviously out to save their loyal supporter from the challengers for their belts at Paranoia. However, Demon grabs Billy by the hair, pulling back on it so the terrified commentator can look up into the beer bottle gripped in the Hell’s Angels member’s hand. Demon has his wrist cocked back, ready to swing the bottle right down into Billy’s face.

May: Now hold on a second boys, just calm down and nothing will happen to Billy here.

The Tag Champs don’t appear too quick to oblige to Tim’s demands, but realize they are stuck in quite a predicament here. They step back away from the ropes, trembling in outrage.

Tim: Now gentlemen, as you probably know already I’m a businessman. I’m all about the art of compromise. Which is exactly what I did backstage just a few moments ago with the temporary authority figure. I just struck a deal with him that will ensure the safe return of Billy Mayne. However, in order for that to happen, the authority figure had to make a few changes to tonight’s match. The major change being that this battle will no longer be contested one on one.

The reaction from the crowd intensifies while a baffled Ryan glances at Devin, who has an equally as confused glint in his squinted eyes. Tim smirks while glimpsing over his shoulders at the eager Hell’s Angels.

May: Instead this is now going to be a handicap match, with myself teaming with the Hell’s Angels to battle the tag team champions. Let’s go boys.

Demon throws Billy down onto the ramp as he and Wildcat step past Tim, all three men making their way for the ring to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. Both Ryan and Devin are turning back and forth, broadcasting their outrage over what has just transpired.

Dan: I don’t believe it. Tim has just pulled a major power-play, and has definitely switched the advantage in favor of himself and the Hell’s Angels!

Moore: This night just keeps getting crazier.

Everyone in the arena is getting pumped as Wildcat and Demon rush at the ring now. They both slide under the ropes as the Alpha Generation charge at them. Devin throws a right hand that connects to Wildcat’s jaw, knocking him backwards in the direction of the cables, while Mills misses with a wild shot at Demon. The Hell’s Angels member ducks it and gets behind Ryan’s back, waiting for him to turn around before connecting with a blistering knife edge chop to his opponent’s chest. Mills is knocked backwards into the cables while Demon steps in and chops him again hard to the chest before turning and lobbing boots into his mid-section. Devin hits another right hand to Wildcat’s jaw, the blow having enough force to knock Marcus into a spiral before his spine hits the turnbuckle. Hawk steps in and throws a quick, furious punch only for Wildcat to duck it, stepping out of the way. Devin turns and hits the corner back first as Marcus jumps onto the ropes, both feet on opposite sides of Hawk’s body. The crowd is going nuts as Wildcat begins to punch downward repeatedly into Devin’s forehead.

Susie: And faster than my brawl can be unfastened this match has started.

Dan: Ummm, yeah. What she said.

Tim opts to remain on the outside of the ring, shouting instructions at his clients, who are in firm control of this match. Ryan steps forward away from the cables, raking the eyes of Demon and then kicking him hard to the gut. He steps in, blasting him to the side of the face with a forearm strike, then doing it again. Demon is knocked backwards before Ryan slaps his forearm and goes into a roaring elbow. Demon ducks it and catches Mills across the sternum before using his leg to sweep Ryan’s legs out from under him, driving him hard to the canvas back first with the STO. Devin places his hands to Wildcat’s stomach, shoving him off backwards only for Marcus to land on his feet right in front of his opposition. Hawk rushes out of the corner with a lariat only for Wildcat to duck it and charge into the cables behind him. Marcus shows remarkable agility as he springs onto the middle rope then flies off, turning just in time to catch Hawk under the jaw with a springboard forearm strike. Devin crashes onto his back while Wildcat rolls across the canvas onto his feet, the fans surprisingly showing their appreciation for him. He turns towards Demon who has forced Mills up to his feet and back first against the ropes. Demon whips Ryan straight in at Wildcat who catches the co-holder of the tag titles, elevating him into the air then dropping him testicles first on top of his knee. Ryan remains straddling the knee though and groaning in pain before Demon rushes into the cables behind the kneeling Wildcat. He springs onto the second rope and then flips over backwards, over top his partner’s back before catching Ryan around the head. He pulls him down into the reverse DDT hard into the canvas. Mills grabs his head, rolling across the ring and appearing to be in a lot of pain before he spills under the cables. A battered Devin Hawk does so as well, sticking by his partner’s side. The crowd begins to boo loudly at the sight of both men blowing off the ring and staring up the ramp.

Douglas: Wait a minute, both Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk leaving the ring, they don’t want any part of this match now that the stipulations have been changed.

Susie: That’s probably a smart thing to do, especially since the Hell’s Angels are owning them right now.

Tim waves the Hell’s Angels on with quick thrusts of his arm, demanding that they go after the tag team champions. Devin Hawk and Ryan Mills don’t even turn back towards the ring, holding their heads in pain, therefore they don’t spot the Hell’s Angels who are rushing up the ramp behind them. They are both almost laid out with hard clubbing blows over the back. Ryan and Devin bend forward, grabbing their heads as they are spun around into a fury of fists from both Wildcat and Demon. Wildcat European uppercuts Mills under the jaw while Demon tees off on Hawk, catching him with repeated right hands to the face. They both grab the Alpha Generation members by the backs of their heads, leading them straight towards the ring once again. The crowd is solidly behind the Hell’s Angels for a change, clearly considering them the lesser of two evils. Wildcat and Demon roll Ryan and Hawk right back into the ring before beginning to slide in themselves. However, Mills drops a quick elbow to the back of Wildcat’s head right as he was sliding in. Devin gets to his feet and charges forward with a brief burst of energy, dropping into a baseball slide which strikes Demon to the chest, sending him crashing back to the outside of the ring. Wildcat rolls under the ropes to the outside as well, holding the back of his head after that hard elbow drop from Mills. The pain ridden Marcus grabs Demon under the arm, helping his brother to his feet while Tim still shouts for them to keep their heads in this match to get back in the ring. They don’t have time to spot Ryan who has rushed at Devin, being caught by his chest and mid-section then hoisted into the air with a gorilla press. Devin bends his arms and throws Ryan over the ropes, Mills going into a twisting cross body as he crashes on top of both Marcus Demon. All three men spill hard to the mats with the fans screaming at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Oh, did you see that!?! Ryan being used as a weapon by Devin Hawk.

Moore: That’s probably why these guys are still champions, they have no concern for their bodies.

All three men begin to force themselves to their feet on the outside of the ring, Wildcat oddly being the faster of the trio. Demon and Ryan get to their knees before they start exchanging right hands with one another, trying to get the clear cut advantage. Devin is the only one left in the ring, his head turning to observe the fans on each side of him, all of them screaming, buzzing with excitement. A snide grin forms on Hawk’s face before he nods and rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and charging across the ring with great momentum, about to take flight. As soon as he passes the center of the ring though, Tim dives into the squared circle from the apron, wrapping his arms around Hawk’s ankle then becoming nothing more than dead weight. Devin stops in his tracks, his eyes slowly shifting down to Tim who is still holding onto his ankle with all of his strength, keeping Hawk from taking flight. A rather agitated Devin reaches down and wraps his hands around Tim’s shoulder, yanking the color commentator up onto his feet then wrapping his hands around his throat. Tim begins to gag, pathetically punching Hawk’s arms to knock them away but unable to stop Devin from hoisting him into the air. Hawk seems ready to hit the choke bomb before Wildcat frantically enters the ring behind him and dives forward into a shoulder block to the back of Devin’s knee. The co-holder of the tag belts drops Tim onto his feet while falling to his knees, reaching for his leg in pain. May staggers backwards into the ropes, falling against them side first and then checking to make sure everything is still attached, including his penial endowments. He then makes a cross motion across his chest and thanks God while Wildcat slugs the kneeling Hawk to the jaw repeatedly. On the stage, Billy is working to free his wrists from the ropes that bind him, struggling to get out of it and assist the Alpha Generation perhaps.

Demon and Ryan have gotten to their feet but the Hell’s Angels member is the one dominating, as he hits another blistering chop to the Lionheart’s sternum. Ryan staggers backwards before Demon slaps his knee and steps in for a superkick. Mills ducks it, catching Demon around the ankle then hitting the drop toe hold that plants his opponent face first into the steel steps. Demon bashes off hard then falls onto his back with his spine pressed to the stairs, Mills getting to his feet slowly with a winded, confused expression on his face. He turns around quickly though and rushes straight at Demon then knees him violently to the face, slamming the back of his head against the stairs as a result. The crowd groans at the sound of the sickening thud. Inside of the ring Wildcat has grabbed Devin by the wrist, forcing him to his feet while connecting with quick kicks to the back of his knee. He whips Hawk across the ring straight at the ropes Tim is standing in front of. May dives out of the way as Hawk bounces off the cables and comes back in at Wildcat who has bent forward for the backdrop. However, Wildcat set himself to early, Devin stopping short then connecting with a hard upward kick straight to his opponent’s face. Marcus stands up, spiraling backwards before Hawk rushes forward with a lariat. Hithers ducks it and Devin charges past him into the cables, bouncing off them then coming straight back at Marcus who turns and catches him against his shoulder. Wildcat spins around to deliver a hard Double A style spinebuster. The wind is taken out of Devin’s lungs upon the vicious impact of his body with the canvas. The fans clap the sight of this while Ryan tries desperately to pull himself up onto the apron, a frazzled look in his eyes as if he still hasn’t got his head straight for this fast paced, impromptu match. Tim singles him out, pointing at him and hopping frantically. Marcus gets to his feet and steps towards Ryan, throwing his knee through the cables directly into Mill’s gut. The impact doubles Ryan over before Wildcat reaches over the ropes, slapping on a front gantry while grabbing the back of his pants as well. He hoists Ryan into the air over the cables, looking for a big suplex only for Mills to float over. Ryan lands on his feet behind Marcus then reaches up, catching him around the head and falling to the canvas with the reverse DDT. The impact causes Wildcat to sit up, holding his head in anguish. More importantly though, it leaves Tim entirely exposed, Ryan turning onto his knees and eyeing the commentator as he realizes this. Ryan flashes his pearly whites with a sadistic glint in his eyes at the sight of Tim, who is holding out his palms and backing into one of the corners.

Douglas: Oh no, this is certainly not good for Tim May, as now he is completely defenseless here. He has zero protection against the Alpha Generation.

Moore: I have the feeling something bad might be about to happy to poor little Timothy.

Tim is still begging off while Ryan rises slowly to his feet, breathing hard with delight. Just as he steps towards him, Demon rushes into the ring and takes Ryan down hard with a spear to the gut. Mills didn’t even see him coming, too preoccupied with the frightened manager/commentator in the corner. Demon crawls up beside Ryan’s head, repeatedly slugging him to the forehead with closed fists. The official, who slid into the ring only moments ago, implores Demon to stop. No amount of threats will not make Demon cease battering the co-holder of the tag team titles though. Ryan tries to cover up his head to the best of his abilities while May sneakily exits the ring, hiding behind the steel stairs. The infuriated Demon keeps swinging fist after fist into his opponent’s face before Devin steps up in front of him and lobs a hard kick into his forehead. Demon is knocked onto his back by the impact while Hawk lifts an elbow and plants it straight into his heart. The tremendous impact causes Demon to begin flopping on the canvas, covering his sternum in pain. Devin bends forward, shouting and pointing down at Demon before Wildcat blasts him over the back with a clubbing forearm. The strike staggers Hawk who turns around to receive another forearm strike straight to the jaw. Wildcat kicks Devin to the gut and grabs him around the head, dragging it between his legs while he sets up for the powerbomb. The crowd is screaming at the sight of this until Ryan stands up, steps in and connects with a enzugari style kick to the back of Wildcat’s head. The crowd groans the impact while Wildcat’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He falls forward over Devin’s back, who stands up, holding him in an Alabama slam position, gripping the back of his knees with his hands. Ryan steps up behind Devin then connects with a thunderous, devastatingly stiff kick to the top of Wildcat’s skull. Devin then pulls down on the legs to connect with the vicious Alabama slam, Wildcat planted brutally into the canvas. His entire body folds up like an accordion on impact.

Demon has begun to get back to his feet, using the ropes to do so only for Ryan to rush in, slugging him to the face. The shots knock Hither’s off his knees and back first into the corner where Mills repeatedly stomps at his sternum. Ryan drops to his knees, burying his hand into Demon’s throat, choking him maliciously. Devin has grabbed Wildcat around the head, rolling him onto his knees then dragging him to his feet before slapping on a gutwrench style hold. He drops back, flipping Marcus over into the gutwrench release suplex. Wildcat crashes hard across his back, arching it from the canvas before Devin stands up, turning and jumping into the air. He sticks out his knee as he gets remarkable height then plants it straight into Wildcat’s face. The impact causes Marcus to begin flopping on the canvas, covering his head and shouting in pain.

Ryan has dragged Demon to his feet against the turnbuckle, pulling his hand back then chopping him stiffly across the sternum. Demon tries to cover up before Ryan steps up to the second rope at his side, springing off to get enough height to deliver a hard kick to the side of the Hell’s Angels’ members face. Demon is taken right back off his feet, landing posterior first onto the mats. Tim stands up on the outside of the ring, slapping the apron, trying to rally support behind his Hell’s Angels.

Dan: The Hell’s Angels started off this match at a quick pace and had the tag champs reeling, but now are being dominated by the Alpha Generation.

Susie: Well, they’ve held their belts for a while now, there must be a reason for that, and I think they’re showing that reason right now.

Billy is chewing his way through the knots around his wrist after spitting his gag out, still struggling to get himself untied. Meanwhile Mills grabs the top rope then jumps onto the middle cable, springing off with enough force to push his lower body up into the air. He almost does a headstand on the turnbuckle before swinging down with his feet, planting them straight into Demon’s face and sternum. The crowd screams at the sight of this while Ryan rolls backwards straight onto his knees, then sticks his arms out to his sides. He puts on a flashy smile that creates great anger in the fans. Devin has Wildcat in a powerbomb position now as he hoists Marcus up into the air and onto his shoulders. He forcefully powerbombs Marcus straight into the canvas, the impact shaking the ring. Instead of going for a pinfall, Hawk grabs Wildcat by the legs and rolls him over onto his stomach, then calls for Mills to do something. Ryan grabs Demon by the ankle, dragging him out of the corner then turning him over so that he lands on top the back of his brother. Both Wildcat and Demon are lying on top of one another as Devin steps over their legs, reaching down and grabbing both sets of them. He lifts them into the air, locking in a double liontamer on both men. Wildcat pushes himself up onto his palms roaring in pain with his brother on top of his back, yelling in anguish as well. They don’t have very long to use their arms and heads though thanks to Ryan who steps over their shoulders. He straddles their upper backs while reaching down, grabbing Wildcat under the jaw and pulling back on his head. He has him in the camel clutch which in turn makes Demon’s head be pulled in reverse as well. The crowd cannot help but to cheer at the sight of both Hell’s Angels members being locked in a double liontamer, and a double camel clutch.

Susie: I’ve only seen something like this in certain S&M clubs.

Dan: A unique set of submission being locked in by the tag team champions on the Hell’s Angels in the center of the ring! I don’t know how they’ll be able to escape something like this.

May is still slapping the apron and finds himself stunned that the crowd is actually rallying behind his call for support. Both Devin and Ryan break their submissions though once it becomes clear that the challengers for the belts at Paranoia just won’t tap out. They push the Hell’s Angels back down towards the canvas, Demon rolling off of Wildcat and falling onto his back. Mills drops down, placing his knee to Demon’s sternum before slugging him repeatedly in the face. Somehow Wildcat has turned onto his knees, trying to stand up only for Devin to come in and coyly pie face him right back down to the canvas. Hawk pleads with Wildcat to get up, who is trying valiantly to reach his knees. Hawk slaps his palms together, rubbing them against one another to create friction before stepping in for another pie face. However, Wildcat throws himself head first into Hawk’s gut, doubling over the co-holder of the tag team titles. Wildcat gets to his feet and delivers another hard European uppercut, creating enough force behind it to really stagger Hawk, almost taking him off of his feet. Ryan steps in and blasts him across the jaw though, knocking him into a spiral before he falls back first against the cables. Devin and Mills take hold of both his wrists then whip him across the ring quickly into the opposite cables. Ryan drops down to his gut in the center of the ring, forcing Wildcat to jump over him right when Hawk is rushing into a lariat. Wildcat ducks it though, continuing into the opposite cables and bouncing off them. Hawk turns around with Ryan standing up behind him when Wildcat bends forward for a spear upon his rebound. Hawk jumps over him though, causing Ryan to take the spear straight to the mid-section. Mills is flipped over backwards from the impact, crashing spine first into the canvas Hawk staggers forward, not knowing what just happened behind him while Demon gets to his feet, rushing into the cables in front of Wildcat. Wildcat stands and catches his smaller brother by the thighs, throwing him over his head straight at Devin who turns around and catches Demon on top of his shoulders. Demon swings around and flips Hawk over into the hurricarana, the fans screaming.

Douglas: What a tag team move by the Hell’s Angels, who are right back in this match. If they can do this Sunday at Paranoia IV, we might have new tag team champions.

The crowd is still applauding while Wildcat steps in to help his brother to his feet. Ryan stands up and rushes into the cables in front of both men though, bouncing off them and coming back in at the slowly rising Hell’s Angels. They both step forward and catch Mills by the legs though, hoisting him to the air then planting him hard into the canvas with the flapjack. The impact causes Ryan to bounce up onto his knees, swinging his arms with a groggy look on his face while the Hell’s Angels get to their feet, charging into the cables in front of Ryan. They bounce off and come back in with a double boot straight to Mill’s stomach and sternum, knocking him over backwards into a flip almost. He rolls across the canvas after the impact, looking completely wiped out. Wildcat and Demon begin to stand up before Hawk rushes in, delivering a hard Northern lariat to the back of Marcus’ head. The impact sends Wildcat into a corkscrew before he crashes onto his back, looking out of it. Devin turns around and charges at Demon for the lariat now, who ducks it, forcing Hawk to spin around to face him. Demon rushes in with a forearm strike only for Hawk to side step it, catching him around the arm. He hooks it and switches behind Demon’s back, hooking up the other one, then hoisting him into the air with the full nelson. Demon turns in mid-air though, swinging sideways out of the full nelson slam attempt and landing on his feet behind Hawk’s back. He rushes spine first into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in with great momentum at Devin who turns and throws him up high into the air. Hawk catches Demon on top of his shoulders, dropping back into the Fatal Fall to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. Demon’s body is driven hard into the canvas while Devin rolls to his knees, looking rather exhausted.

Devin gets to his feet and turns right into a kick to the gut from a groggy Wildcat. Marcus catches Hawk around the head, bending him forward and hooking both of his legs before hoisting him into the air for the Hell’s Bells (Muscle Buster). Just as he steps forward though, Hawk slides off his shoulder and turns to land on his feet behind Wildcat. He pushes him forward into the cables, Wildcat bouncing off and coming back in with great speed before Devin bends forward to catch him. Wildcat stops just short though and kicks Devin straight to the face, causing him to stand up straight, swinging his arms to keep from falling to the canvas. Wildcat looks stunned that he wasn’t taken down as he rushes backwards into the cables, Devin doing the same on his end. Both men bounce off the ropes and come back in before getting the same idea, laying one another out with hard lariats. The crowd groans as both Devin and Wildcat crash into the canvas, neither man moving now.

Dan: Wildcat and Devin went for the same move and ended up knocking each other out in what has been a fast paced battle here thus far, Susie, on a spectacular night.

Susie: Everyone busting out all the stops in the final week before Paranoia IV, Dan.

The crowd is standing, clapping their hands at the sight of all four men laid out in the ring. Nobody is moving after all the hard hitting blows they’ve taken in this contest. Suddenly Tim slides into the ring though, jumping up and down while zipping down his jump suit jacket. He begins to throw wild punches to get himself pumped up before stepping forward and dropping down into the pin on Devin. The crowd is screaming as May hooks Hawk’s leg for the pinfall.

Dan: Wait a minute now, Tim May coming in the backdoor, about to pin Devin Hawk!

Moore: This certainly wouldn’t sit well with the Alpha Generation.

The crowd is screaming as the official drops down to make the count. Tim nods his head enthusiastically with each slap of the canvas.

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The official’s ankle is grabbed by Billy Mayne, who drags him towards the ropes to boos from the crowd. Referee Princeton turns onto his posterior, shouting at Billy who backs up, acting innocent, his gag still hanging around his neck. Somehow he untied himself just in time to save the Alpha Generation from this pinfall. Tim rises to his knees, glaring at Billy in outrage.

Dan: Dammit, Billy, leave it to you to ruin another moment!

Billy points into the ring at Tim, scowling in his direction in anger while May stands up, putting his fists in the air. He is actually challenging Billy to get in the ring and fight him to a loud reaction from the crowd. Maybe looks around in a frightened state while Tim is still trying to provoke him to get in the ring. Things change though when Tim turns back towards the ring and almost has his head taken off by a superkick from Ryan Mills. The impact is right under Tim’s jaw, knocking im completely out while Devin begins to rise to his feet.

Susie: Oh, that made my jaw hurt.

Douglas: Tim May was just laid out with the superkick from Ryan Mills, talk about disgusting!

Ryan turns, slapping his sternum a few times before motioning for Devin to join him. Hawk stands up slowly as Ryan grabs Tim by the jaw, pulling the almost lifeless commentator to his feet and taking hold of his leg. He hoists Tim into the air, over top his shoulder, holding him in almost a position for the flapjack when Devin steps up behind him, catching May around the neck. They now drop straight into the snapshot, causing the crowd to react with disgust over what they just witnessed, regardless of rather this is happening to Tim or not.

Dan: Oh, now the snapshot by the Alpha Generation! This is just reprehensible! I don’t like Tim as much as the next guy, but enough is enough!

Ryan and Devin stand up celebrating what they just did to Tim when Wildcat and Demon get up behind them. They rush behind the AG members and club them violently before they drop to the canvas, quickly rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. They drop down to the mats and begin to back up slowly away from the squared circle, now waving it off once again, insisting that this match is over.

Douglas: The Alpha Generation leaving the ring again, but this time the Hell’s Angels not giving pursuit.

Susie: If they leave, won’t they be counted out and forfeit this match?

Dan: I don’t know, this match was impromptu, it was never really sanctioned in the first place, but this is still unacceptable behavior!

Wildcat and Demon are exhausted wrecks as they kneel on both sides of an unconscious Tim May, who is showing no movements whatsoever. Through their sweat they glare furiously up the ramp at both Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk, who have hold of the tag team titles, slapping them arrogantly. They too are drenched in their own sweat while Billy stands between them, slapping their shoulders and celebrating with the Alpha Generation. Ryan holds the tag strap up while pointing and shouting with a smile at Demon in the ring, who mumbles something sinister under his breath.

Dan: What action here tonight, but things did not work out the way the Hell’s Angels wanted thanks to Billy Mayne. Will things be different at Paranoia IV though, when those tag team titles are officially up for grabs between the Hell’s Angels and the Alpha Generation?

Susie: One thing is for sure, it should be a spectacular match, Dan.

The Hell’s Angels are burning a hole through the laughing, celebrating tag team champions with their narrowed eyes. Billy steps between the Alpha Generation members to hold up two fingers.

Mayne: One more time boys, one more time, your gonna be beaten at Paranoia IV, hahahaha.

Ryan and Devin chuckle at this prospect while the challengers for their belts remain kneeling in the ring, stewing in their own rage.


WHO’S IN CONTROL?


The camera opens on a live shot of a door backstage, with a colorful little star pasted to its sky-blue surface. The words, “GM’s Office,” are pasted inside of the fancy star which registers a mixed response from those packed inside the Excel arena. The lens steadily drawls back from the door to reveal a smiling Michelle Blacker standing just beside it, microphone held to her twisted lips.

Michelle: Hello everyone, this is Michelle Blacker, backstage doing something safe for a change instead of trying to interview all these psychopaths. Instead I’m trying to get word with the acting authority figure for tonight and Paranoia IV. Although the door to the GM office has been locked all night, perhaps we won’t have to wait much longer to get a glimpse of the temporary General Mana.....

Excuse me, excuse me, someone important coming through.

The reaction from the crowd becomes one of pure negativity and absolute hatred at the sight of former Livewire Champion, Jackson Adams storming into the scene. He walks up behind Michelle and eagerly pushes her aside, causing her to appear rather agitated and foul. Much the same can be said about Jackson’s demeanor as he makes a straight line for the GM’s door. He barely even acknowledges Michelle Blacker.

Blacker: Jackson Adams, Jackson Adams.....

JA’s shoulder sink while his chest heaves with disgust; his tense eyes shifting to focus on an excited Michelle.

Jackson: What do you want? Can’t you see I’m a busy man? I’ve got enough on my plate without having to worry about your sassy little ass.

Michelle looks as if she’s pouting while Adams places his hand on the door handle to the office.

Adams: I’ve got these idiot fans insinuating that AWOL is going to kill me, I’ve got to worry about that big dumb monster at Paranoia IV, and an even dumber loser tonight in the form of Desolation. On top of that, we’ve got some wacky temporary GM back here calling all the shots and hiding behind his door, thinking they can push me, I mean, the Alpha Generation around. Plus, now I’ve got to worry about this idiot being the referee in my match at Paranoia IV. How can I be expected to work under these type of conditions? How I ask? I’m fed up with it. I don’t want anymore questions, I demand answers, and I’m about to get some right now.

Jackson turns his attention back towards the door, but the over anxious Michelle cuts in once again.

Michelle: Well good luck Mr. Adams, because I’ve been trying to get into the temporary GM’s office all night long, he’s not opening up, he’s pretty well sealed in.

A scoff escapes Adams’ lungs, followed by a sneaky little giggle.

Jackson: We’ll just see about that, Michelle. Because you see toots, I’m the star of this show, while your just a lowly extra. They will answer this door when Jackson Adams comes a knocking, believe me.

In a flustered manner Adams twists at he door handle repeatedly, trying to force it open. However, the door won’t budge, remaining firmly locked. A flustered expression overcomes Adams’ face while he tilts his head to stare over his shoulder at a shrugging Michelle, giving him that “I told you so look.” Jackson refuses to reason though, beginning to pound on the door relentlessly.

Jackson: Open this damn door. Do you have any idea who you got standing out in this chilly hallway. This the Alpha Generation’s biggest member, and this company’s greatest star, this is Jackson Adams baby! And Jackson Adams demands you open up right now before I decide to call it in for tonight’s main event, pack my bags and hit the road. Do you really want your ratings to plummet? Open this door!

His fist knocks with great force against the door repeatedly before the handle finally begins to twist from the opposite side. A satisfied expression befalls Jackson’s features while he takes a step back, glimpsing over his shoulder at a surprised, yet excited Michelle.

Adams: I told you so, Michelle, nobody says “no” to JA......

The door cracks open as Adams makes a move to step inside. Before he can though, the door stops opening and a head pops out, staring at a shocked Jackson Adams. Michelle’s mouth falls open as well at the sight of Network Representative, Jason Seagreen’s face. The fans on the inside of the arena have a loud mixed reaction at the sight of Jason who stares back and forth at both individuals.

Seagreen: Ummm, can I help you?

Jackson blinks his eyes several times before raising his hands and rubbing repeatedly at his pupils. He opens his eyes again to take in the sight of Seagreen’s face, trying to figure out if he’s actually seeing this or if he’s bearing witness to some type of optical illusion.

Jackson: Uh, Jason Seagreen? What the hell are you doing in there?

Although he appears rather agitated with this line of questioning, Seagreen forces a polite smile.

Jason: Well, if you really must know, I’m in the middle of a meeting right now. I’m here on official network business concerning expanding the markets we’re playing Annihilation on. Not that it was any of your business, but I hope that answers your questions.

The veins on Jackson’s temples begin to throb before he rubs at them with his knuckles.

Adams: That doesn’t answer anything, in fact, it only raises more questions. So give me a straight up answer here Seagreen, are you the GM tonight, are you the referee for my match against AWOL at Paranoia IV?

A rather baffled expression befalls Seagreen’s features before he glances over his shoulder into the room again, then nods. His sights return to the flustered Jackson, who cranes his neck and tries to stare into the room.

Seagreen: I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to divulge that information at this time. Rest assure, you’ll find out soon enough. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got important business to attend to.

Adams raises his finger to speak up before the door is slammed in his face and locked again. The former Livewire Champion barely has time to pull his face back before it is struck by the door. This appears particularly insulting to Adams who turns to glare at Michelle, who is wearing a coy smile on her face.

Adams: Oh shut up.

Jackson leans elbow first against the door, placing his hand over his mouth and rubbing his crusted lips. Obviously he’s got a lot on his mind before a sinister deep voice speaks softly behind him, mumbling almost directly into his ear.

AWWWWOOOOOLLLL’SSSS goooonnnnnnnaaaa kiiiiiilllll yooooooouuuuu, AWWWWWOLLL’S GOOOONNNNAAA KIIILLLLL YOOOOOUUUUU.

A large lump forms in Adams throat which he tries to swallow down before he turns apprehensively to observe a terrified Michelle. The microphone is shaking in her hand while Jackson continues to maneuver his head to observe the menacing figure located just behind his back. He jumps forward and grabs his chest as his eyes take in the sight of AWOL. The General Manager’s teeth are shining through, gritting against one another with demonic delight at the sight of Adams’ terror. Jackson staggers and falls in reverse onto his posterior, his eyes opened wide with panic before he begins to scoot across his back down the hallway. The camera remains focused on the fearsome expression stretched over AWOL’s terrifying features. Even Michelle clears out, not wanting to be anywhere near the particularly menacing looking monster. AWOL’s lips form a devious grin.

AWOL: AWOL’s gonna kill you indeed, hahahaha.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



PARANOIA, JUST AROUND THE CORNER


The show returns with a close up of a DVD case spinning in circles, the words “Three Days Grace” written across it. The lyrics of their song, “Overrated” play in the background with the opening guitar riff. Dan Douglas’s voice filters in while the CD case continues to float in front of a blue backdrop.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, we want to send a big shout out to Three Days Grace for allowing us to use their song, “Overrated” as our official theme for Paranoia IV, on a night that should be unlike any other in wrestling history. And certainly will not be overrated in the slightest.

The graphic switches into the intense face of AWOL staring into the camera, the lens sliding sideways past his gothic stare. It then cuts abruptly to a pompous appearing Jackson Adams, who seems to be smelling the air before laughing to himself. We now see them both side by side, frozen on screen with the words “Paranoia IV” written behind them.

Dan Douglas: At Paranoia IV we’re going to see an intense battle between two men who have become bitter rivals over this past year, and going back to 2006 even. It’s going to be Alpha Generation member Jackson Adams going one on one with General Manager AWOL.

Susie: Those two may tear each other apart, which should be fun. What kind of impact is the mystery special guest referee going to have though?

Douglas: Good question, but speaking of a match where there will be guaranteed destruction, look no further than Too Magnificent vs. John Torretto, with ladders and tables involved.

Spiraling ladders flash across the screen before shifting to Torretto scraping the back of his fingers across his jaw then thrusting them out in the direction of the camera. The video flashes quickly to Too Magnificent though, who’s eyes brim with anger before his head turns swiftly towards the camera, his teeth grinding against one another. They freeze side by side on the screen with Torretto holding the Magnificent title over his shoulder.

Dan: There is a lot of history between these two, and it will come to a heading at Paranoia IV. It started out with a simple proposition but has broken down into so much more.

Moore: And with ladders and tables involved, who knows what they’ll do to one another.

The images cut rather quickly to focus on Ryan Mills and Devin Hawk backing up a ramp with the tag team titles raised high above their heads, smiles on their faces. It shifts from their confident, arrogant features to a shot of a straight laced Wildcat staring ominously into the camera with Demon taking a swig of beer behind him.

Dan: And it promises to be a hell of a ride when the tag team titles are on the line at Paranoia IV. After what has transpired tonight this match between the Alpha Generation and the Hell’s Angels promises to be a true battle for the belts.

Susie: But the tag belts won’t be the only titles on the line, I think.

Douglas: That’s right, because we now know that the X-Class Championship will be up for grabs when Nathan Creed faces off one on one with challenger, Robin Brooks.

Robin’s face takes up the forefront of the camera with her hair blowing in the wind, making a pouting expression towards the camera. It then transfers to Nathan Creed with a repugnant glare, his upper lip arched slightly while eyeing the camera in disgust. They freeze side by side on the camera with Nathan coveting the X-Class title over his shoulder.

Dan: This one has become beyond personal, Susie, as former friends become arch enemies. But they will get a chance to settle this at Paranoia IV.

The still shot featuring the hype for the X-Class title is replaced with images of Psycho’s burnt, twisted features. He snaps at the camera with his teeth before running his trembling fingers through his hair. The shot changes abruptly to feature the cold, uncaring eyes of Chapel who watches closely as the camera passes by. They are both superimposed next to each other on the screen with a cage wall in the background.

Susie: And another match where scores will be settled promises to be one of the most brutal things we’ve ever seen.

Douglas: Correct, this encounter started over a dispute amongst two men who claimed to be the most hardcore wrestler in ULW history, but now has become so much more. Who knows the lengths these two will go to in order to put the other one down for a ten count inside the Psychotic Steel Cage match at Paranoia IV.

A crouched forward Riggs is now featured, tilting his head back and forth with shadows under his eyes and his fingers stuck beneath his jaw, as if ready to send a spray of blood at the camera. Saul is then cut to, rubbing his palms together anxiously, with his chin lowered to his chest and a demented glint in his eyes.

Dan: In a match that might steal the show a personal issue has been brewing, one that has included mind games, railroad spikes, and thumbtacks.

Susie: Riggs and Saul have tried to get into one another’s heads, but the best way to do that is to win on the biggest show of them all, Paranoia IV.

Riggs and Saul are stuck on the screen next to each other, both wearing sinister smirks on their faces. However, they aren’t on the screen for long before they are replaced by a hopping Johnny Kingdom, who wears a smug smile on his face. He then pats his mouth while yawning. It then shifts to Lethal Weapon who is flexing one of his muscles and staring at his rippling bicep with a cocky expression on his face.

Dan: We found out earlier tonight that we will finally see it happen at Paranoia IV, Susie, a match that the fans have been begging for. It will be the Team Leader vs. the Legend. It shall be Johnny Kingdom vs. Lethal Weapon. This match needs no hype.

Moore: Its been years in the making Dan, and now these two bitter rivals will settle the score at Paranoia.

Douglas: Speaking of settling the score, it doesn’t get any bigger than the main event, than the Weapon’s Lair and the World Heavyweight title.

An image pertaining to Hurse shows up on the screen as the Alpha Prophet sprays a can of disinfectant around him. He remains on the screen only a second before “The Icon” Orlando Cruze replaces him, his back aimed towards the camera. He then spins around with his arms extended out to his sides and a very brash, confident smile on his face. The shot featuring him is then cut into by one displaying World Champion Desolation, thrusting the title belt high above his head. He tilts his cranium to add effect to the glow in his eyes. They are all placed on the screen together now with Desolation in the center, World title over his shoulder. Orlando stands on his left, and Hurse on his right, the two challengers for his title.

Dan: To top off the biggest night in ULW history, we’re going to witness for the first time ever, a triple threat Weapon’s Lair match for the World Heavyweight title. It’s going to be two former Weapon’s Lair winners against a man who’s wife has also won in this type of deranged, demonic environment. Who is going to survive when these three bitter rivals clash for the title?

Susie: What a night it’s going to be, I can’t wait till Sunday. I bought new shoes and everything.

Dan: Indeed, Susie, it’s the biggest party of the year, its Paranoia IV, and it’s live this Sunday only on pay-per-view.


DESOLATION VS. JACKSON ADAMS


The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Lights begins to flash as the electronic noise of the opening to Tarot's "I Rule." As the distroted strings kick in, the arena lights begin to flash, Desolation's logo appearing on the Jumbotron.

The heavy metals guitars kick in and a spotlight picks Desolation out in the audiance, one fist raised in the air.

"I was crowned a king in a womb,
tore my mother apart at birth,
gnawed at my father's bones,
then gave them to the earth!"

Desolation begins to slowly walk down the stairs to the ring, stripping of his black leather duster and stepping onto the ring barricade. He raises his arms straight out from his body, turning his head to the right, and then slowly to the left, looking over the crowd.

"Bowels of a grave turned loose,
spat out the one the reaper couldn't use.

I RULE!"

Desolation begins unbuckling his three titles, the ICON Championship, the FPN Undisputed championship, and the ULW World Heavyweight Championship. He slides in the ring and raises the last in the air with one hand

Dan: Here is the man who will face his biggest test as World Champion this Sunday, Susie. The World Champion Desolation is coming out here for a battle in our main event against the man who stabbed him in the back on the last Annihilation. He’s out for revenge a week removed from the Weapon’s Lair which still looms ominously above.

Susie: Desolation’s been a permanent fixture on Annihilation for several years now, I’d hate to think of something bad happening to him inside that Weapon’s Lair, or tonight.

Douglas: And that’s definitely got to be the intention of Jackson Adams in this match, as he will most likely be out for the single goal of injuring Desolation.

Jackson Adams’ new entrance music now hits the PA system and causes the crowd to erupt into a frenzy of boos as through the curtains strolls the former Livewire Champion himself. Jackson strolls onto the stage with a cocky arrogant swagger while Hurse flanks him, emerging from the curtains just behind his back. Desolation is in the process of handing over all his titles to the referee while staring sternly at the duo proceeding in the direction of the ring.

Dan: Jackson Adams accompanied out to the ring by Hurse, in what promises to be a chaotic affair, Susie.

Susie: Joy to the world then.

Douglas: Will you just keep chewing bubble-gum and keep your mouth shut?

Susie: No problem.

Adams and Hurse are on their way to the ring, Jackson foully staring out over the crowd which has joined in another chant of “AWOL’s GONNA KILL YOU.” It forces a repulsed expression to Adams’ features while Hurse points into the front row, shouting at the fans to shut up. They don’t even notice Desolation rushing up the ramp right in front of them. Adams turns around is taken down by a hard forearm strike to the face, collapsing onto his back as a result. Hurse spins to face the commotion before Desolation chops him so hard it nearly cuts him in half. The Submission Champion bends over backwards from the strike before Desolation spins around and hits a hard spinning back kick to his stomach. The strike bends Hurse over forward before the Dark Man grabs him by the back of the head and tosses him over the barricade into the crowd. The fans are screaming as a result while Hurse scrambles to his feet, Desolation stepping over the barricade, going straight at him. He steps towards the rising Hurse and hits him with another knife edge chop, the force of which having never been seen before. Hurse is sent into a spiral, staggering through the fans while the Dark Man rushes up behind him, delivering a clubbing strike over his upper back. The strike almost knocks Hurse to the concrete before Desolation grabs him by the back of the head, delivering a stiff European Uppercut to his jaw.

Dan: Just like I predicted, this thing is starting off with utter chaos, Desolation going straight after Hurse and Adams.

Susie: Isn’t the point of wrestling to do it in the ring?

Dan: Play with this rubix cube and shut up.

Adams forces himself to his feet, knocked cock eyed by the forearm strike to his face while the crowd clears out of a frantic Hurse’s way. He is trying his best to get away from Desolation who grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around into another stiff chop to the sternum. The crowd screams at the sound of the impact while tears almost come from Hurse’s squeezed eyes due to the impact. Hurse turns towards Desolation again and receives a blistering shin kick straight to his chest. The echo of the impact sounds throughout the arena, and causes the fans to cringe. Hurse is sent spiraling backwards through the crowd in the direction of the barricade, hitting it spine first before Desolation grunts and charges in. He lifts his boot and strikes it hard to Hurse’s face, knocking him over the barricade to the opposite side. His nose has been busted open once again as he rolls across the mats. Jackson rolls into the ring, but stays clear of the chaos outside of it, remaining on all fours with a shocked expression residing on his face. Desolation begins to step over the barricade, methodically moving towards Hurse who just barely makes it to his feet in time to roll under the ropes. He is trying his best to stay away from Desolation who jumps onto the apron and slides through the ropes into the ring. A terrified Hurse turns onto his posterior, scooting backwards across it with his palms held out in front of him and Desolation savoring this moment before Adams catches the Dark Man around the arms. He spins him around into position for the Unprettier. The crowd is screaming before Desolation pulls his head free and pushes Jackson off across the ring, straight into the ropes. Adams bounces off and comes back in while Desolation bends forward for the back drop only to have Adams step over his head and hook both his arms without warning, hoisting him into the air then turning into the Angels Wings. The crowd screams at the sight of Desolation’s face bouncing off the canvas before he falls onto his back, Adams getting to his knees, scrambling into the cover.

Douglas: Adams just hit the Double Take out of nowhere! He might already have the World Champion!

Susie: That was quicker than a SCW match.

Adams has the Dark Man’s leg hooked as referee Ingelson drops down to make the count.

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Desolation kicks out to a loud ovation from the fans, Jackson rising to his knees in outrage over the speed of the count. Hurse has rolled to the outside of the ring now, slapping the apron and demanding that Jackson stay on his opponent. Desolation has sat up on the canvas after kicking out before Jackson hooks one of his arms and then reaches out with his legs, hooking up the other one. He quickly pulls him over backwards into the crucifix pin.

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Desolation kicks out, dropping over onto his knees throughout the process, forcing Adams to his feet. Jackson grabs the back of Desolation’s head and falls knee first into his cranium, the impact knocking the Dark Man onto his spine. Jackson gets up and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off before coming back in, springing into the air as he extends his knee then drops it straight into Desolation’s face. The World Champion flops on the canvas while grabbing his features, turning onto a crawling base throughout the process. Adams stands up and clubs him over the back, over and over again before grabbing the back of his head. He delivers a quick Euro uppercut to the jaw of the World Champion, causing him to stand up straight with a stagger before Jackson chops him across the sternum. Desolation is sent staggering backwards into the corner, falling spine first against it while Adams steps in and delivers another Euro uppercut. The World Champion’s legs shoot upward into the air with his back still pressed to the corner, Adams stepping up over top of him. He begins to slug Desolation to the forehead over and over again, the fans booing each shot. He reaches 8 punches before bending forward, sinking his teeth directly into Desolation’s nose. The World Champion kicks his legs while the official starts a five count, demanding that Adams stop the bitting. Desolation bends backwards though and slides between Adams’ legs, getting behind Jackson who is still standing on the corner with his spine aimed towards the World Champion. Desolation places his shoulder to the spine of Adams, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him into a reverse fireman’s carry. He has him in a torture rack while stepping to the center of the ring only for Adams to slide off and land on his feet behind the Champion, catching him around the neck throughout the process. He bends Desolation over backwards, setting up for the reverse DDT then dropping down into it. He plants Desolation’s skull hard into the canvas, then scrambles into the cover once more.

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The Dark Man kicks out, turning onto his side throughout the process while Jackson sits up, appearing infuriated. He slaps his hands together repeatedly in front of the referee’s face, demanding that he speed up his count. Ingelson shouts back at Adams, insisting that he only got a two count. Adams grabs Desolation by the hair, holding his head up then slugging him repeatedly to the forehead with hard closed fists. Each shot knocks Desolation back down to the canvas before Jackson tugs on the hair to lift his head and drill him to the forehead once more. Jackson quickly stands up and drops a fast leg across Desolation’s throat then slips around onto his knees, crawling into the cover again.

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Desolation shoots his shoulder defiantly from the canvas, causing Jackson to almost lose control.

Susie: Jackson Adams doesn’t look like a very happy camper in there.

Douglas: He keeps going for that pinfall, hoping to get this match over quickly so that he doesn’t have to endure the brutality of the Dark Man’s offense.

Adams slaps the canvas with both hands, throwing a fit while standing up and grabbing the official by the shirt. He pulls Alex in close, still sticking three fingers in front of his face, protesting the count again. Hurse is also pointing in the ring, shouting at the official before Adams turns back to face Desolation who has risen to his seat with his spine aimed towards the encroaching Jackson. JA bends down to grab his hair when Desolation falls onto his back and shoots his shin up into the air with a stiff kick directly to Jackson’s forehead. The impact causes Adams’ eyes to roll to the back of his head, appearing very groggy as he stumbles in reverse. Desolation rolls onto his knees and gets to his feet before stepping in and delivering a chop to Jackson’s chest that is so devastating it takes him straight down to the canvas. A “woo” is heard from the fans as Jackson rolls over onto his knees, trying to get to his feet but Desolation is right there, stepping in with a blistering buzzsaw kick directly to his chest again. Jackson is knocked onto his back, rolling to his knees and standing when the Dark Man steps in and chops him again to the sternum, then again, and again, and again. The fans are going nuts as Jackson turns in a circle to face Desolation who blasts him brutally to the jaw with a forearm strike, almost taking Jackson down to the canvas. The Dark Man grabs him by the back of the head to keep him standing though and hits another forearm strike followed by just another sickeningly stiff chop to his sternum. Jackson tries to cover up his chest with both arms, appearing very dazed by this offensive flurry before Desolation pulls his hand before for another chop. Jackson ducks this one though, getting behind the Dark Man who spins around, throwing his foot into the air for a big kick. Jackson ducks that shot as well before standing up and catching Desolation around the neck. He drops down to a knee and raises the other into the air before pulling Desolation down with a reverse DDT back breaker combination. Desolation bounces off hard but Adams keeps hold of his neck, standing up and bridging the Dark Man back up to his feet. Adams spins Desolation around, catching him around the neck again before dropping back into a huge downward spiral. Desolation’s face is driven hard off the canvas before he falls onto his back, Adams scrambling into the cover yet again. He buries his forearm into Desolation’s face.

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Desolation kicks out again to a massive ovation from the crowd. Jackson’s trembling hands slip into his sweaty hair.

Douglas: It’s going to take more than that to end Desolation’s year long undefeated streak, Jackson, I thought you’d realize that by now.

Susie: Nothing Adams has hit Desolation with has put him away yet.

Jackson rises to his feet and places one of his boots to the back of Desolation’s neck. He pushes down on his knee to apply tremendous pressure to the back of the Dark Man’s skull, trying to cave it in perhaps while Ingelson steps in, starting a five count. He reaches four before Jackson breaks his foot away and lifts his elbow, dropping it directly to the back of Desolation’s head. He then rises straight back to his feet and plants another elbow into the World Champion’s skull. Desolation flops a bit on the canvas before Jackson rushes to his feet and steps over his opposition’s back, grabbing the Champ around the chin. He pulls him up into the camel clutch, getting the submission locked in expertly. Desolation grinds his teeth, trying to escape this hold that Adams has him expertly locked in, Jackson staring to the outside of the ring at Hurse who is cheering him on. However, Adams doesn’t keep the hold locked in legally for long, keeping the chin lock held in with one palm and fishhooking Desolation’s nostril and mouth with his other hand. An angry Ingelson steps in, starting a five count and demanding Adams break the fish hook, yet Jackson won’t oblige until he reaches four. Jackson breaks the illegal hold but goes right back into the camel clutch, continuing to pull in reverse on the Dark Man’s head. The back of his neck seems to be the target of Adams’ assault thus far, ever since he hit that reverse DDT. Desolation grinds his teeth while trying to push himself up to his feet, Jackson refusing to get off his back though. The crowd screams with delight as Desolation shows remarkable strength, standing up while Adams wraps his arms around his throat, hanging off his back with the sleeper hold. Jackson’s legs are wrapped around Desolation’s mid-section, applying the body scissors as well before the Dark Man turns and rushes backwards into one of the turnbuckle. He drives Adams hard spine first into the corner, yet Jackson still won’t break the sleeper.

An unstable Dark Man steps forward and uses his strength to reach back, grabbing the back of Jackson’s leg and the back of his head, pushing him into the air while turning with his body. He catches him straight on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry to a loud reaction only for Adams to reach down, sticking his fingers straight in Desolation’s eyes. He begins ripping at them with all of his strength, praying it will be enough to get out of this position. Desolation reaches for his eyes and allows Jackson to slide off his shoulders, landing on his feet behind his back. Jackson slaps on another sleeper hold quickly before Desolation drops towards the canvas, sliding down Adams’ gut and landing on his back. He reaches up with his legs, placing them under Adams’ armpits and pulling down with his heels, dropping Jackson over forward into a roll up pin.

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Desolation stands up though, stepping around behind Jackson’s elevated legs and trying to step through. He appears to be going for the Curb Stomp to a massive ovation from the crowd only for Jackson to squirm back and forth across his spine. The Alpha Gen member seems desperate to escape the hold before he pulls his boots free, placing them to Desolation’s gut and shoving him off backwards into the ropes. Desolation falls through the top and middle cable with his legs flying up into the air. His knees hit the top rope and cause him to ricochet back into the ring straight onto his feet again, charging in at a standing Adams. Jackson springs into the air and connects with a stiff dropkick to Desolation’s chest, knocking him backwards into the cables again. He falls through them when the front of his knees bounce off the top rope and knocks him straight back up to his feet in the ring. Desolation unleashes a roar as he charges straight into a vicious, jaw breaking lariat on Adams who just reached his feet. Jackson flips over backwards, crashing across the top of his head and shoulders before bouncing into the air and falling onto his side. Desolation lands on the canvas beside him, falling onto his back, trying to catch his breath, feeling the effects of the assault upon him thus far.

Douglas: Ohhhh, what a rebound lariat by Desolation that nearly lobbed Jackson’s head clean from his shoulders!

Moore: That was quite the jaw breaker lariat, Dan.

The fans have risen to their feet, clapping and shouting for Desolation to get back into this fast paced hard hitting match up. The World Champion begins to get some energy back into his weary frame, turning sideways with a glossy look in his eyes. He falls over with his arm landing on top of Jackson’s unconscious sternum. Ingelson drops and makes the count with Hurse having a panic attack on the outside of the ring.

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Jackson gets his shoulder up to boos from the crowd. He barely managed to kick out after that lariat damn near took his head off. The World Champion sweats and breaths heavily while trying to get back to his feet. He gets to his knees as Adams turns onto a crawling base, also trying to get up at the same time. As both men get to their knees, a tired Desolation throws a hard right across Jackson’s jaw, almost taking him down to the canvas. Jackson responds with an open hand slap across the side of Desolation’s face that causes a “woo” to come from the crowd. Desolation slaps Adams across the cheek with brutal force as a result. This gets an even louder “woo” from the crowd and seems to have almost knocked Jackson out cold. Desolation slaps him to the other cheek with his other palm now, causing the fans to groan from the stiffness. A deranged glint forms in Desolation’s eyes as he begins to slap both Adams’ cheeks with violent vile force over and over again. Jackson sways from side to side with each impact before Desolation stands up, sticking his arms out to his sides and yelling at the top of his lungs. Before the crowd has proper time to respond the Champion steps in and connects with an absolutely sickening buzzsaw kick straight to Jackson’s sternum. Adams bends over backwards on his knees, almost being taken off of them while that hazy aura in his eyes intensifies. He ricochets back onto his knees, his head bobbing back and forth as Desolation steps in with another hard kick. Adams reaches out and catches him around the ankle though, falling backwards and then into a sideways roll. He drags Desolation over so that the World Champion spills onto his stomach, Jackson standing up over top of his legs quickly. The crowd screams as Jackson tries to lift Desolation’s legs into the air for an elevated cloverleaf. He’s got it locked in to the disbelief of everyone in attendance, especially the World Champion who pushes himself up onto his elbows yelling in pain. All though clearly weak and exhausted, Jackson rears back on the cloverleaf with all his strength, even turning slightly so that he can place his knee between the Dark Man’s shoulder blades. He pins him down to the canvas across the side of his face and chest, really locking in the cloverleaf with all of his strength. Blood dribbles from the interior of Jackson’s ear, but he doesn’t care about it, all he is obsessed with achieving is Desolation’s submission.

Ingelson drops down before the World Champion, inquiring as to rather or not he wishes to tap out while the fans are clearly on their feet, screaming, begging him not to. The only person who is demanding he do so is Hurse on the outside of the ring, standing just behind the ropes Desolation is glaring into. Hurse is pointing and shouting at Desolation, demanding that he submit, that he tap out. The orders only seem to fire Desolation up as he buries his elbows into the canvas, fuming while dragging himself towards the cables. Adams steps over Desolations back again, still dragging in reverse on the cloverleaf, yelling towards the heavens in a plea for God to make the World Champion tap out. But Desolation will not do so as he scrapes and claws his way towards the cables, reaching out for the middle one, just inches away from Hurse’s contorted face.

Hurse: NO! TAP! TAP!!

Desolation’s palm wraps around the middle cable to a thunderous ovation from the crowd that shakes throughout the whole arena. The official steps in front of Adams, starting a five count, but not even getting close before Jackson breaks the hold and falls to all fours on the canvas from the sheer exhaustion of the brutality his body has endured thus far. He puffs and wheezes while crawling forward across the canvas, trying to find the strength to force himself back to his feet. Desolation is utilizing the cables to stand up, his back in clear pain while Jackson gets to his feet in front of him. Jackson seems to find his second wind as he steps forcefully in the Dark Man’s direction.

Douglas: Jackson’s got to stay on Desolation here if he wants to put him away.

Moore: I can’t believe Desolation reached those ropes, he must have like a gorilla heart or something.

Dan: Please keep your thoughts to yourself from now on.

As soon as Jackson gets within arms length of Desolation he receives the stiffest chop he’s probably received in his entire life. It leaves an immediate red streak across his sternum and causes the crowd to “woo” loudly. Desolation keeps hold of the top rope with his other hand to make sure he is still standing. He steps away from the ropes and delivers another chop straight to Jackson’s sternum though, which continues to stagger the Alpha Generation member. Hurse’s hands have slipped into his hair at ringside, about to rip it from his scalp while Desolation starts to drive right hand after right hand into the stumbling Adams’ face. Desolation steps back for another right hand when Jackson reaches out and rakes his eyes savagely. The mood in the arena changes as Adams kicks Desolation straight to the gut, doubling him over then going for another kick. Desolation catches him around the ankle though and pushes the hopping Jackson’s foot away from his gut. Jackson spins around to face Desolation who drags him forward into his shoulder, standing up and reaching back with his arm. He wraps it around the back of Jackson’s head while he hangs over his back, stepping forward in order to hit the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). The fans start screaming before Adams knees Desolation to the side of the face repeatedly and then slips free down the World Champion’s back. He wraps his arms around the Dark Man’s waist on the way down and rolls him up in reverse into a sunset flip only to push Desolation over onto his knees. He stands up, fighting to hook both of Desolation’s arms while forcing him to his feet, setting up for the Double Take (Angels Wings) yet again. The crowd is screaming before Desolation stands up, lifting Adams over his shoulders and reaching back, catching him around the head. Desolation steps forward and jumps into the air, connecting with the Brand X, driving the back of Jackson’s head and shoulders violently into the canvas. Adams bounces off the ring, tumbling onto his back with the crowd standing, going nuts. The very winded Desolation turns, throwing hid arm over Adams’ chest with Ingelson dropping down to make the count and the fans chanting along.

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Everyone rejoices before Adams kicks out at the last possible second humanly imaginable. Desolation falls onto his back with wide eyes and a wide open mouth, too tired to stand up after this hard hitting, fast paced match up. Hurse has fallen to his knees on the outside of the ring with his hands clasped together, praying towards God above, thanking him for the fact that Jackson just kicked out.

Dan: Somehow Jackson has kicked out of the Brand X, Susie, in this intense main event.

Moore: It’s been a long time since I’ve seen wrestling like this, Dan. Actually, it’s been a long time since I’ve watched any wrestling at all, which is kind of contradictory to my job qualifications.

The fans are slapping the barricades, standing on their feet and calling for Desolation to get to his feet. The World Champion gladly obliges, turning onto his knees while forcing himself up to his feet steadily. Sweat rolls down his features while he gets to a standing base, Jackson rolling over slowly as well. The battered Adams gets to his feet slowly when Desolation steps in and delivers a hard shot to his face with a forearm strike. The impact causes Adams to go into a spiral, hitting the cables back first then bouncing off and coming back in at Desolation who takes him off his feet with a stiff jumping leg lariat. Adams crashes onto his back as does Desolation, yet instinctively both men begin to roll over to their knees although they are clearly exhausted wrecks. As soon as Adams gets up, Desolation charges in, hitting him with a lariat that knocks the Alpha Generation member back down to the canvas. Hurse is shouting into the ring, demanding that Jackson get up while Desolation stumbles forward, breathing very hard. Jackson rolls over, getting to wobbly knees when Desolation steps in, kicking him to the gut then grabbing him around the head. He drops back into a quick DDT, one that is hit with such momentum that it causes Adams to stand on top of his head before tumbling like a piece of lumber onto his back. Desolation rolls over in reverse into the cover.

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Before Desolation could get the leg hooked, Jackson kicks out, shooting his shoulder from the canvas. A groggy Desolation gets to his knees, looking around at the crowd, clearly flustered and still very groggy. The World Champion gets to his feet, grabbing hold of Jackson’s hair in the process while pulling his head under his armpit. Desolation seems ready to set up for the DDT again when Jackson buries his shoulder to the Champion’s gut and shoves him backwards across the ring straight into the turnbuckle spine first. Desolation breaks the front gantry, his arms falling over the ropes while a sweaty, exasperated Adams stands up, open hand chopping the Champ across the chest. Desolation grinds his teeth before Adams grabs Desolation by the back of the head, pulling his face forward into a hard elbow strike to the jaw. Jackson appears a bit more confident after avoiding the DDT, turning away from the prone Desolation stuck in the corner and lifting his bent arm into the air. Adams steps to the center of the ring before turning back towards the World Champion, rushing in with great momentum, before diving forward into the flying forearm strike. Desolation steps out of the way and causes Jackson to hit the turnbuckle chest first, bouncing off and turning back towards the center of the ring when the World Champion kicks him to the gut, placing him back in the front gantry. The Dark Man shows remarkable agility as he rushes at the turnbuckle, stepping onto the second rope then the top one before pushing himself off and spinning around into a hard tornado DDT. Jackson’s skull bashes off the canvas before he flips over onto his posterior, appearing completely out of it. He falls onto his back once more with the Champion again crawling into the cover, this time hooking the leg.

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Adams kicks out once more to the shock of all those gathered in the arena. This forces a questioning expression to fall over Desolation’s features as he rises to his knees and sticks three fingers out in front of Ingelson. Alex supports the speed of his count, clarifying that it was indeed a two count. Hurse is storming back and forth on the outside of the ring, not even able to stare into the squared circle any longer. His eyes are lowered to the mat while Desolation reaches out, grabbing Jackson around the head. He sluggishly rolls the barely mobile Adams onto his knees, both men slowly rising to their feet.

Dan: We just saw Desolation do something we don’t see very often by going high risk in this hard fought main event, but it still wasn’t enough to put Jackson Adams away. Neither man is willing to lose momentum going into Paranoia IV.

Susie: I honestly thought that was a three count just now, but then again I can’t count, so that kind of rules out my opinion.

A very tired Desolation gets Adams to his knees and then takes him around the jaw before Jackson reaches up, wrapping his hands around the back of the Champion’s head. He jumps into the air and comes down to one knee, hitting a jaw breaker that causes Desolation to stagger backwards into the cables. His upper half spills through the top and middle cables, before the front of his knees bounce off the top rope again, knocking him onto his feet as he is launched forward into another devastating lariat. Jackson side steps it though and hooks Desolation’s incoming arm, using it to spin him around and pulls his head under his seat. He hooks the other arm as well, he has him in position for the Double Take. The crowd is screaming before Desolation swings around out of the move, freeing his head and arms, then taking hold of Jackson’s wrist. He pulls him into a short arm clothesline that Jackson ducks, getting behind Desolation’s back, before grabbing both his arms and pulling him around into position for the Unprettier. Desolation stands up, lifting Jackson into the air and holding him upside down with almost a reverse back drop that sends Adams flipping over the World Champion backwards. He lands on his feet behind Desolation’s back when the Champion turns and steps forward for the superkick. Adams catches his foot right in front of his jaw though and pushes it down, sending Desolation into a spin before Jackson catches him around the neck and flips over backwards. He pulls Desolation into a flip over rock bottom, connecting with the spectacular Ending to a wave of shock and awe from the crowd. Jackson is seated on the canvas, appearing out of it.

Dan: The Spectacular Ending! Jackson finally hit it!

Susie: It’s got to be over at this point, Dan.

A very exhausted Adams finally falls over sideways into the corner, Hurse imploring him to do it from the outside of the ring. Ingelson drops down and makes the count with the fans both screaming and booing.

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Nobody can believe it as Desolation’s undefeated streak has come to an end....no, wait, Desolation got his shoulder up. The ovation from the crowd shakes the whole arena while Jackson falls over onto his back again, disbelief in his eyes. He sits up, barely able to catch his breath while sweat clouds his eyes.

Susie: Desolation kicked out!

Douglas: Indeed, Susie, this is unbelievable! I cannot remember anyone who has kicked out of Adams’ Spectacular Ending before!

Desolation is barely cognizant after that last move while Adams gets to his feet, taking his elbow pads off and throwing them into the crowd. He turns towards the Champ and jumps into the air, planting his feet hard to the canvas while pulling on an imaginary lasso, trying to drag Desolation to his feet and yank him in for perhaps another Spectacular Ending. Desolation steadily begins to ascend to his feet, his eyes glazed completely over. He gets to his knees with his body aching from head to toe, Jackson still pulling on the fake lasso. The Champion reaches out with hand, grabbing hold of the ropes and dragging himself to his feet with every ounce of strength in his body. He finally gets his feet beneath him before turning in a very dazed state, almost as if he’s sleep walking, straight into Adams who steps forward, catching him around the neck. He begins to flip over backwards for the Spectacular Ending when Desolation sticks his leg out behind Adams and hits him with a STO. Desolation remains standing while Adams crashes hard into the canvas, but then grabs Jackson’s legs. He hooks them around his own, pulling Adams around onto his gut and grabbing his wrists, pulling up on them. Adams is dragged up onto his knees before Desolation places his foot to the back of Jackson’s head, pushing him down brutally face first into the canvas with the Curb Stomp. The ovation from the crowd is deafening as Adams bounces hard off the canvas and rolls onto his back, Desolation falling into the cover and a hook of the leg. Hurse is speechless on the outside of the ring, frozen in fact in a shocked state.

Dan: The Curb Stomp! Desolation just hit the Curb Stomp out of nowhere! He’s going to get the win here, he’s going to get the win!

Susie: His undefeated streak is about to continue.

Ingelson drops down right in front of the ropes, beginning to make the count with the crowd chanting along with each slap his hand makes with the canvas.

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Wait, no, Hurse grabs Ingelson by the ankle, dragging him out of the ring onto the mats and then pushing him back first into the steel barricade. Alex bashes off the steel plates violently then falls onto his side, out cold with the crowd screaming in anger at the shocked Hurse.

Susie: Oh no, Hurse just took out the referee!

Douglas: I cannot believe this bullshit! Desolation moments away from winning this match and then Hurse stops the three count, that son of a bitch!

Desolation sits up, rolling to his knees, not sure as to why he didn’t hear the bell sound. He tries to get up with wobbly knees while Hurse grabs the tarp hanging from the apron. He throws it into the air, reaching under the ring and retrieving a steel chair. With Ingelson out cold, Hurse rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, raising the chair into the air and running at the crouched Desolation, who can barely stand. The contender for the title is shouting obscenities before Desolation steps sideways and hits a brutal superkick straight into the chair, ramming it violently backwards into Hurse’s face. The strike causes the crowd to scream while the chair is dropped to the canvas and Hurse remains standing, his eyes having rolled to the back of his head. To a loud ovation, Orlando has jumped the barricade and has now slide into the ring behind Hurse, hunched over. Hurse, who is still bleeding from the nose and dead on his feet turns towards Cruze who steps in and shoots his arm across his sternum, Orlando hoists him into the air and plants his rival hard into the canvas with the Rock Bottom. The crowd actually finds themselves cheering at the sight of this.

Douglas: Hurse was about to use a chair on Desolation, much like the champ did earlier on Partis, but got it superkicked right back into his face, and then turned right into the Rock Bottom by Orlando Cruze, who has come out of nowhere! This thing has broken down into utter chaos.

Susie: The Weapon’s Lair opponents battling it out here in front of us!

Orlando jumps to his feet, pointing down at Hurse, shouting at him repeatedly in an excited manner. He slaps his chest repeatedly, all fired up before Desolation rushes up behind Cruze, grabbing him by the back of the head and pants. He charges him at the ropes then throws him over the top one to the outside of the ring. Cruze flips over and crashes hard to the outside mats while Hurse rolls under the cables to the outside as well. He tumbles right beside Orlando while the fans are still going nuts, an exasperated Desolation glaring down at them throughout the process. He shakes his head while stumbling backwards before Adams stands up behind him, catching his arms and spinning him around. Jackson drops Desolation face first into the canvas with the unprettier. A loud reaction consisting of all out shock comes from the crowd as Desolation rolls onto his back, looking out of it, Adams seated on the canvas in a very groggy state of being.

Douglas: The unprettier by Adams, the unprettier by Adams!

Susie: He’s got to have the pinfall here Dan, he’s got to have the pinfall here!

Jackson turns over and crawls on top of the World Champion, hooking his leg to a chorus of boos from the crowd. However, there is no official to make the count, Ingelson laid out on the outside of the ring, still completely out cold. Jackson sits up with fiery eyes, infuriated with sweat cascading down every inch of his frame. He rises to his feet, imploring with the referee to get to his feet when the crowd starts to go insane, AWOL sliding into the ring behind Adams. He is bent forward with his hands on his knee.

Dan: Wait, wait, it’s AWOL, it’s AWOL!

The GM is still hunched over, motioning eagerly for Jackson to turn around while Adams shouts through the ropes at Ingelson to get up. He turns around finally when AWOL bolts across the ring and delivers an absolutely devastating big boot. One so stiff and with such momentum it takes AWOL off of his feet. Jackson flips over backwards from the impact and crashes onto his chest and stomach, completely out cold after such a strike. AWOL gets to his feet, shouting down at Adams repeatedly while backing towards the ropes and sliding through them onto the apron. He is still pointing and shouting at Jackson who isn’t moving on the canvas, having almost taken his head off with the impact of the last big boot.

Susie: AWOL just cleaned Adams’ clock with a stiffer big boot than I’ve ever seen in my life!

Douglas: Adams is out, Desolation is out and......oh my God, look who’s coming down the ramp, Susie!

Moore: John Trovolta?

AWOL turns, stunned at the sight of Mark Comeau rushing down the ramp and towards the ring with a black suit on. The crowd has a mixed response at the sight of the former Annihilation General Manager rushing towards the squared circle as quickly as he can. He doesn’t even pay attention to AWOL as he slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring, but the current GM clearly spots Mark, not even taking his eyes off of him throughout the process. Desolation crawls painstakingly towards Jackson, pushing him over onto his back and draping his arm across his sternum before Mark grabs his suit jacket and rips it off. He reveals a striped referee shirt on beneath it that has the already crazed crowd cheering even louder. Comeau drops down to the canvas and makes the count.

Dan: Wait, Mark Comeau is the temporary authority figure? He’s the special referee!?!

Susie: Unbelievable!

The crowd is still screaming as Mark’s hand slaps the canvas, Desolation really hooking Jackson’s legs and AWOL watching on from the apron.

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There is not one occupied seat in the arena as every fan is standing and jumping with excitement. They are all crazed over what they just witnessed, Desolation pinning Jackson Adams with Mark Comeau making the count. Desolation sits up, raising his arms above his head, soaking in the ovation he is receiving. Mark grabs Desolation by the wrist, holding his arm up while the Champion turns his head to observe Comeau, confusion setting into his eyes. However, Comeau shows no emotion as he turns away from the Champ, grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulder. He drops down, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Desolation has done it, he’s done it! He’s overcome all the odds tonight and defeated Jackson Adams in one of the craziest main events I’ve ever witnessed! I’m going horse calling all this action!

Susie: I cannot believe what we just saw. First Adams looks like he had the pin with the Unprettier, then AWOL shows up and knocks out Jackson with that brutal big boot, then Mark Comeau comes out here and makes the three count for the World Champion!

Dan: I could never have foreseen this happening in a million years.

Desolation rises to his feet slowly with his arms raised above his head, staggering towards the ropes and requesting his title belt. Kaily hands the championship through the cables and plants it directly in his grip, Desolation raising the belt aloft while climbing one of the turnbuckles. Every fan is standing, clapping and chanting for Desolation. AWOL has cut off Mark Comeau on the ramp, appearing outraged that Mark is replacement for the time being. He shouts at Comeau, but Mark doesn’t pay him the least bit of attention, he just steps around AWOL and marches up the ramp with his jacket over his shoulder. He doesn’t even turn back to observe what’s going on in the ring, leaving a baffled AWOL in his wake. Jackson rolls limply across the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside, crashing onto the mats back first, blinking his eyes awkwardly as if brain damage was done thanks to that big boot. Desolation continues to hold the World title above his head, the crowd giving him a standing ovation. On the outside of the ring though, both Hurse and Orlando Cruze have gotten to their feet, they stand on opposite sides of the ring both glaring into the squared circle at Desolation planted on the turnbuckle. Desolation turns his head from side to side, observing both his Paranoia opponents before dropping off the turnbuckle and stepping to the center of the ring. He raises his title above his head, almost daring them to get in the ring and take him on, his music fading in the background. Orlando begins to climb up onto the apron while Hurse does as well on the opposite side of the ring, the crowd beginning to buzz with even greater excitement.

Douglas: Hold on a second, this show isn’t over yet Susie, because both Orlando Cruze and Hurse look like they want a piece of the World Champion.

Susie: It be just like both of them to attack when Desolation is at his weakest.

Both Desolation’s adversaries appear apprehensive to get in the ring, yet begin to step through the ropes, Desolation’s fist clinched as he turns back and forth, ready for a fight. That’s when the Weapon’s Lair begins to lower from the rafters above to a loud response.

Moore: Uh oh, that big cage thingy is coming down, Dan.

Douglas: I see that, and its certainly not a good thing.

Cruze and Hurse stare up at the Weapon’s Lair with bulges forming in their throats. They quickly drop off the apron as the Weapon’s Lair continues to lower around the ring. Desolation remains smack dab in the middle of the squared circle with the World title hanging from his grasp, the Lair beginning to surround him. Hurse and Orlando back up far enough to stay out of the Lair as it finally encloses the ring and most the ringside area. Both men stand just inches away from the chain link walls while Desolation spins in a circle in the center of the ring. He stares through the destructive walls of the Lair at his Paranoia opponents, neither man wanting to step into the Weapon’s Lair with Desolation. Even as the Dark Man lays the title at his feet and turns back and forth, begging them to enter, neither man will.

Douglas: What is this? Neither Cruze or Hurse want to enter the Weapon’s Lair with Desolation.

Moore: Can you blame them? The man is a psychopath, they’d be crazy to want to get in the Lair with the Dark Man just a week before Paranoia IV.

Dan: Well rather they like it or not, they will have to step inside that destructive structure with the World Champion, this Sunday at ULW’s biggest pay-per-view event, Paranoia! We’ll see you fans there this Sunday.

The Lair continues to surround the ring while Desolation falls to his knees in front of the title, hands on his thighs. His eyes continue to shift between Orlando who is backing up the ramp slowly and Hurse who has staggered in reverse between the announce table. A maniacal grin forms on Desolation’s face, matching the delight that clouds his eyes.

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