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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



The camera cuts to the crazed faces of the fans, occupying the innards of the arena this evening. Each and everyone of them seem very enthused, pumped and energetic as the lights in the arena remain dim and the lyrics of Just Stop continue to play. Fireworks are erupting from just about everywhere on the staging area as well as in the ring, sending multicolored sparkles tumbling through the air and to the ground below. The lights now raise, the music continuing while the fans continue to go absolutely nuts for the impending show.

Billy Mayne: Ladies and gentlemen, welco......

The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audience. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd, surprisingly wearing a suit on this occasion, and holding a collection of note-cards.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him.

Dan Douglas: No time for introductions this week Billy, we’re getting straight into the action, Desolation thankfully cutting you off before you could drone on and on about utterly pointless dribble, and he looks ready for his managerial duties here this evening.

Billy: Oh come on, I thought he was kidding about this last week. I didn’t really think he’d come out here and be the General Manager for tonight’s show. I can tell you right now though, Mark Comeau will have none of this insolence.

Dan: I’ve been looking forward to this all week long, to see how Desolation could run things this evening, and I’m very excited.

Mayne: Oh great, he’s not even been in the ring ten seconds and your already smooching his asshole for crying out loud.

Desolation steps off the corner and strolls to the center of the ring with a microphone being slid out from his pants pocket. He lifts it into the air slowly, placing it to his lips while glancing about at the screaming, adoring fans. His eyebrow raising slightly at the sight of an obscenely large spectator waving a pear of her panties into his direction. Desolation shakes his head and begins to speak nevertheless.

Desolation: Well now, I’m sure at least half of you are confused as to why I’m out here, and the other half is too drunk to care, so I’ll make this quicker than an Orlando Cruze World title reign. So let’s get straight into the gist of the situation shall we. As you can see, this evening I chose to bust out something from my closet that I never thought I would adorn myself in again, this moneky suit of sorts that was buried under Hellkat’s feminine hygiene products and a few pink boas, who’s origins I care not to discuss at this point in time. Anyway, to make a long story, even longer, the reason I’m dressed in this tacky, Mark Comeau style getup, is because I happen to be officiating the proceedings of this evening. For those of you mentally impaired like Jackson Adams, that means, I’m here tonight to be your General Manager.

A loud collection of cheers descend upon Desolation as his eyes open widely, nodding his head in the direction of the crazed crowd.

Desolation: That’s right, instead of getting the same, bland, uninteresting program you’ve all become accustom to, you know, the type with redundant five star matches, and constant beat downs, you’ll be treated with a show, that well, doesn’t suck.

More cheers and laughter comes from the fans as Desolation tries to wear a straight face throughout his comments.

Mayne: How childish, leave the 40 year old immature antics to RAW God dammit.

Douglas: Would you just shut up already Billy, and let the man speak.

The former World Champion strolls about gingerly in the ring, keeping the most serious of expressions upon his face.

Desolation: Now, let’s get to the changes that I have in store for this evening, to make sure that the program isn’t utter crap and as repetitive as the lyrics to a Backstreet Boys song, or Lethal Weapon promo. First and foremost, as your acting General Manager for the evening, we’re going to have a few little tweaks put in upon some of the matches, seeing as we haven’t had a single gimmick match in ages, and the card this evening appears as stale as week old bread. Therefore, I think the match between AWOL and Orlando Cruze could use a little spicing up, could use some kick. That’s why I’m making that match tonight, a Falls Count Anywhere match.

A loud reaction, consisting of a great deal of cheers cuts through the arena as Desolation remains as serious looking as absolutely possible. Desolation loosens his tie as his eyes now float upward in the direction of something hanging above the ring.

Desolation: Also, I think we could use a few slight alterations on the Number One Contenders Tournament Finals this evening, something to ensure that no outside interference or pointless, generic shenanigans ruin what promises to be a marginally enjoyable fare. And seeing as an attempted screw job by Mark Comeau is about as predictable as Bob working the word “mnoose” into just about every sentence, I think it’s very wise to have this bout between myself and Lethal Weapon be contested within the confines of a steel cage!

His hand extends outward in the direction of the cage hanging above the ring, a loud roar coming over the fans, who are absolutely pumped to see such a battle inside of the imposing steel structure this evening.

Billy: You can’t be serious, a steel cage match, and a falls count anywhere match tonight? Has this man lost his mind?

Douglas: Wow, Desolation just took too big matches and possibly made them historic with these big stipulations being placed upon them.

Mayne: Are you nuts, are roster is already depleted, this is just asking for more injuries.

Desolation looks around at the fans who are still screaming, buzzing with excitement at the thought of the steel cage coming into play this evening. He slowly lifts the microphone to his mouth once again.

Desolation: But wait, there’s more.....

Before another word could be uttered, Unforgiven by Metallica hits the PA system, the entire arena filling with negativity in the form of boos. Desolation feigns surprise by overacting as he shoots his face in the direction of the entry way. Through the curtains now strides none other than the angry, furious General Manager, Mark Comeau, who has a bit of a power walk this evening as he stops upon the stage. His eyes overlook Desolation standing in the squared circle with absolute disdain, obviously not at all amused by the antics of the GM for the evening, nor impressed with the decisions he’s rendered.

Mayne: Hahaha, I knew it was only a matter of time Dan. Mark Comeau is coming out here to put Desolation in his place.

Douglas: We’ll see about that, because Mark is powerless, powerless to stop this from happening tonight.

Mark is still seething in anger as he stares at the squared circle, slowly lifting a microphone to his mouth, as his lips tremble from frustration.

Mark: Desolation, I don’t know who you think you are buddy, coming out here and tinkering with the card that I put together! This is my damn show, I decide what goes on around here, I decide what matches take place, I decide the course of this entire brand, because I’m the General Manager dammit! I’m the one with the power, and no contract you may have stolen is going to take that away from me.

The rage brewing inside of Mark is indescribable as he stares directly at Desolation, who merely forms a half grin and begins shaking his head.

Desolation: You know Mark, I thought you might waddle your way out here, piss and moan about my authority over tonight’s program, then go backstage, lather up your Alpha Generation cronies, and giggle like a little school girl at the thought of giving Jackson Adams an undeserving push into the main event scene. So I’ve come up with a compromise, something that will make us both very happy.

Confusion sets into the face of Mark while Desolation remains deadly serious before smiling widely.

Mark: What compromise? The only thing that will please me is you getting the hell out of my ring and stopping this whole farce.

Desolation: Oh no Mark, I know that’s not the truth. Because you see, I’ve come up with an activity for you this evening, to keep you a bit sidetracked and not even thinking about being GM. Therefore, I went to the back, searched the lockeroom, and found exactly what I was looking for. A certain person I know you’ve been waiting to get your hands on, for once in the non sexual sense.

Chuckling can be heard from the crowd while Mark places his fists to his hips, not amused at all, and slightly befuddled.

Desolation: You see, I heard you for a whole month ranting and raving about how you wanted to generically destroy this man. So, I thought I’d give you that opportunity.....

Desolation casts his hand outward in the direction of Mark while grinning widely. A flurry of cheers come from the fans as AWOL strolls through the curtains and walks up behind Mark slowly, Comeau not even realizing that the World Heavyweight Champion is standing right behind him. AWOL crosses his arms over his chest and looks down at the back of Mark’s head with great anger, fury, rage brewing beneath his eyes.

Mayne: Oh no, oh no.

Douglas: Hahaha, yes, AWOL finally gets his hands on Mark Comeau.

A lump forms in the GM’s throat as he reaches back with his hand, finding himself touching the massive abdomen of the World Heavyweight Champion. Fear creeps into Comeau’s eyes as he turns around and finds himself staring up into the face of the AWOL, the Big Crazy Bastard grinning demonically down at him. Mark drops the microphone and immediately takes off running, AWOL in hot pursuit as Comeau makes his way down the stairs off to the side of the stage and then hops the barricade. He scurries off into the crowd with AWOL stepping over the barricade and moving after him rather quickly.

Douglas: AWOL is going after Mark Comeau, he may very well rip the man apart when he gets his hands on him.

Mayne: This night is already starting out just terrible.

The fans are still cheering and going nuts as Desolation turns and looks over them, somewhat pleased with his actions.

Desolation: Well folks, it’s time to enjoy the show, because believe me, I’ve got much more in store for this abysmal brand this evening.

Desolation throws down the microphone and slides through the ropes before dropping down onto the mats and marching up the ramp with confidence.

Mayne: What else could he possibly do? He already allowed AWOL to go after Comeau, he’s made a falls count anywhere match, and a steel cage match tonight as well, what’s left for him to ruin?

Douglas: The sky is the limit with Desolation, Billy.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



DONOVAN CAGE VS. SEAN “GENOCIDE” JOHNSON


Douglas: So many different things going on this evening, so many curveballs being thrown by Desolation into this production. I mean, how much crazier can this night possibly get?

Mayne: Let’s hope that he’s not got anything planned for the two of us, after all the insanity he’s forced into several the matches this evening. I mean, come on, creating a steel cage match in the main event, the finals of the World title tournament? What he’s thinking, he’s begging for injuries, he’s begging to ruin this entire roster, out of pure fun and games for crying out loud. There’s nothing fun, or humorous about a damn cage match.

Dan: I can’t disagree with that statement, a steel cage certainly is savage. But next we’ve got to get ready for the debut of one Donovan Cage here in the ULW, as he battles the veteran Sean Johnson in singles competition. A match that will certainly showcase both men’s skills.

"Unholy Confessions" hits the system and out walks "The Impeccable One" with a bottle of water in hand. He calmly heads to the ring, looking determined to walk out with a win. He walks to the ring and takes a final sip of his water. He sets in down by the ring and walks up the steps. Cage looks at the fans and smirks, instantly causing boos. Cage just laughs and steps between the ropes and into the ring.

Mayne: And here is certainly a bright young talent to come into Annihilation due to this roster restructuring, but I’m very glad to see him finally be rewarded with this huge opportunity.

Douglas: Donovan definitely has a big chance to show what he’s made of here this evening, but thus far all I’ve seen from him is pure, straight up arrogance.

Billy: Is there something wrong with confidence?

Dan: When you consider yourself better than absolutely everyone in the world, then yes, there’s a problem with it.

Donovan strolls around the ring, yawning and stretching out for the impending match, hoping back and forth between feet. the arena dims dark blue as Cold "Remedy" hits in sequence, a white spotlight shines on the stage where Johnson makes his appearance. As he stands looking amongst the fans in the center of the spotlight, he gives his insignia arm gesture at the same time of the enormous pyro blast! after the big pyro blast he makes his way down at a steady pace to the ring, before Donovan starts to slide through the ropes onto the apron.

Douglas: The crafty veteran Johnson coming out here now, who certainly proved what he was capable of by winning last week in that match against Romeo Damascus, is certainly going to have his work cut out for him in this one.

Mayne: Indeed, Johnson definitely has talent, but he’s......wait a minute, this match not waiting to get started.

At ringside Donovan slides through the ropes and drops onto the apron, placing his back against it. Sean now charges down the ramp as he steps up to Donovan, lifting his fingers into the air and digging them into the eyes of Cage. He rakes them violently and then begins to slug him across the face with hard rights hands. Sean continues to deck Donovan across the face as he nearly falls down several times. Sean now grabs him by the back of the head as he drags him towards the steps and pulls his head back before slamming his face off the steps. Donovan’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he turns around and is meet with more hard blows to the cranium by a fired up Johnson who finally grabs him by the hair and rolls him into the ring. Donovan gets to his knees on the inside holding his face in pain and trying to gather himself together when Sean jumps to the apron and grabs the top rope. He now uses it to pull himself over the ropes with a slingshot leg drop across the back of Donovan’s head, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Sean gets to his feet and grabs Donovan by the hair, pulling him to a standing base before he clocks him across the chin then kicks him to the gut before nailing him with more hard closed fist. Donovan grabs the side of his face and backs into the ropes with Sean stepping in continuing to drill him to the chin and across his temple. The crowd reaction intensifies as Donovan slides down to the ropes into a seated position as Sean continues to deck him with extremely hard right hands. He now begins to stomp him to his chest over and over again causing Cage to lay out on the canvas.

Dan: Look at this, Sean is taking it to Donovan, he is beating him down.

Mayne: Donovan caught off guard by the explosive way in which Johnson started this match, wishing to catch the newcomer off guard.

Sean grabs Donovan by the hair, pulling him up before he nails him with more hard closed fist to the chin knocking him into the turnbuckle. Donovan places his arms over the ropes to keep himself standing when Sean charges in and clotheslines him against the turnbuckle. He now pulls him away from the corner and scoops him up before slamming him back down to the canvas. Donovan grabs his back in pain as Sean jumps up onto the turnbuckle and turns towards Cage before he jumps off and comes down with a leg drop across his throat. Donovan kicks his legs and rolls around the canvas holding his throat as Sean stands up then pulls his opponent up onto his knees as he begins to pound him across the forehead. The shots cause Donovan to sway back and forth as Sean just drives his knuckles repeatedly into the temple and scalp of Cage. He now pulls Donovan to his feet and hits him with a hard European upper cut across the chin that knocks Donovan right back down to the canvas across his spine. Sean stands him up once more as he drills him across the chin before spinning around and nailing him across the throat with a clothesline, this shot once again knocks Donovan down to the canvas.

Billy: What did Sean eat his spinach this mourning or something?

Douglas: He’s just really fired up for this one, really trying to prove himself in this match.

Donovan rolls onto his knees looking battered as Sean steps in and drills him to the back of the head with the use of his elbow, the shot causing Cage to fall down face first to the canvas. Sean looks towards the split fans before he pulls Donovan to his feet and launches him into the ropes. Donovan bounces off and comes back in as Sean jumps into the air and dropkicks him to the chest, knocking him down to the canvas. Genocide now gets to his feet as he grabs Donovan by the hair, pulling him to his standing base then he kicks him to the gut. Sean now backs into the ropes and charges at Donovan when Cage stands up and back elbows him right to the face. Sean is knocked down to the canvas as Donovan falls into the ropes using them for support.

Dan: Donovan just got in his first bit of offense in what so far had been a very one sided beating by Johnson about him, who got this match started, under very shady circumstances.

Mayne: Johnson doing anything he can to offset this debuting young talent.

Sean sits up holding his chin when Donovan steps away from the ropes and boots Sean hard to the back of the head. He lets out a roar of pain and falls onto his back as Donovan stands back and begins to stomp him to the forehead. He now drops a quick elbow across Sean’s chest as Donovan quickly rises once more and drop a second elbow before he gets right back up and slams down onto Sean with a 3rd elbow to his chest cavity. Donovan gets to his feet once again and grabs Sean by the hair, pulling him up into a seated position before he backs up bouncing off the ropes stepping back in and diving forward into a European Uppercut across the back of Johnson’s head, the crowd groaning at the sight of the unique move. Donovan rolls onto his side, smiling as if very pleased of himself. Sean screams out in pain as he grabs the back of his head and falls back to the canvas. Donovan gets to his feet as he points to himself and begins to shout towards the crowd causing the fans to have a mixed reaction. He slowly approaches Sean and stomps him to the chest and then the forehead before he grabs him by his head and stands him up. Donovan now chops Sean across the chest hard, the force knocking him backwards into the ropes. He rests in the corner as Donovan steps in and chops him across the chest once more, the sound of the shot echoing throughout the arena. The fans give him a woo as Donovan pulls his hand back and smacks it over the chest of Sean for a third time.

Billy: Man, do you hear those chops?

Dan: They are definitely leaving a lasting impression on Sean.

Mayne: Just like my commentary leaves a lasting impression on my loyal fans.

Douglas: Yeah, an impression of dread.

Donovan drags Sean away from the corner and stands behind him as he places his shoulder into his spine and lifts him into the air. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Sean floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of Donovan. He now runs forward and grabs Donovan by the back of the head as he hits a hard bulldog, sending him face first into the canvas. Donovan bounces off grabbing his nose as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. He slowly begins to push himself upwards when Sean gets to his feet quickly, rushing into the ropes and charging at him as he dropkicks Cage to the forehead. The shot buries the neck of Donovan into his back as he rolls onto his back and yells in horrible pain.

Dan: Sean once again beating down Donovan in what has so far been a fast paced back and forth match.

Mayne: Both of these guys busting out their best stuff, seeing as they’re so very hungry for a victory tonight.

Sean gets to his feet once again and rushes back, bouncing off the ropes before he comes in and jumps into the air, flipping forward as he comes down with a senton splash across Donovan’s chest. Cage roars from the anguish of the quick, combination of moves rolling across the canvas and kicking his legs in pain as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring trying to avoid Sean.

Billy: What is Donovan doing, is he actually taking a break?

Dan: That is exactly what he is doing Billy, and I certainly think we’re starting to see what this newcomer is made of.

Donovan remains on the outside of the ring holding the back of his head as Sean steps towards the ropes and slides through them onto the apron, Cage turning to face him. Sean rushes forward and dives off the apron, swinging around into a spinning heel kick as he flies through the air. Donovan shows incredible strength though, reaching out and catching Johnson on his chest to the shock of the fans. Donovan throws Johnson up onto his shoulder now, hooking up his leg in the process and rushing at the exposed steel turnbuckle post. He flings Genocide, knee first into the steel post, the crowd screaming with outrage as Sean bounces off and crashes onto his back, grabbing his knee and roaring in pain. Cage steps back with a wide grin on his face, enjoying his actions.

Dan: Oh my God, did you see that Billy? Donovan Cage just threw Sean knee first into that exposed post, with no mercy or concern for his opponent’s well being.

Billy: Oh what, would you rather he sing Johnson a melody, or bake him some bran muffins? This is wrestling, your suppose to show no mercy to your opposition.

Donovan steps back, shaking his head and getting it straight while Sean begins to stand but nearly collapses as he grabs his leg in pain. Donovan charges at Sean and chop blocks him to the back of his leg sending Genocide falling onto his back as he grabs his leg screaming in horrible pain.

Donovan steps over Sean and begins to stomp him to his knee causing him to roar in pain even more. He continues to yell out as Donovan lifts his arm into the air and drops an elbow across the battered knee before he gets to his feet once more and comes down with a second elbow to his the knee joint. Sean reaches out for his knee in severe pain as Donovan grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Sean begins to hobble as Donovan chops him across the chest, causing him to fall backwards into the steel steps. Cage now pounds Sean across the chin causing him to bend forward holding his face before Cage clubs him to the back of the head before and grabs Genocide by the injured leg, folding it up before and lifting Sean into the air still holding his folded leg before he slams him down on the stairs across that leg, knee first with a shin breaker.

Sean rolls onto the mats holding his leg and wailing in pain as Donovan removes the top layer of the steps and lifts them up to his chest. The crowd really begins to boo as Donovan slams the stairs down onto the leg of Sean. He screams in pain and grabs his leg in unbelievable agony, rolling back and forth, calling out for medical help, obviously badly injured. The referee shouts at Donovan to stop it, but he refuses to, with a sadistic, confident smile creeping across his face.

Donovan now grabs Sean by the hair and stands him up before giving him a hard shot across the face followed by a chop to the chest leaning him backwards over the barricade. He now drags the limping Sean away from that steel area as he finds himself completely unable to stand on his bad leg. Donovan rolls him into the ring and slowly slides in himself as Sean begins to push himself up unable to place weight on his injured knee at all as he leans forward and begins to hop in that direction, a desperate glint in his eyes. Donovan now enters the ring and runs up behind him before kicking Sean right to the shin with a buzzsaw like shot.

Sean falls face first onto the canvas and screams in pain as he rolls onto his side grabbing at his leg. Donovan now grabs the ankle of Genocide, holding his leg up before he lifts his elbow into the air and drops it down across the leg of Sean to an outcrying of boos from the sold out crowd. Donovan gets to his feet and pulls Sean to his as well before he grabs him by the leg, causing Sean to hop on his good one before he drags him towards the ropes. Cage turns Sean back first against the cables before he grabs his bad leg and pulls it up, placing the front of his foot over the top rope. Donovan now jumps onto the second cable, using him to bounce into the air and come down with an elbow across the back of Sean’s knee. He screams in pain as he falls down to the canvas face first grabbing at his leg while Donovan stands over him laughing. He now grabs the leg of Sean and lifts it into the air before he slams it back down on the canvas knee first.

Billy: This is brilliant strategy, Donovan is just unloading on that injured leg.

Douglas: It’s sick is what it is, Sean could be legitimately hurt right now dammit!

Donovan pulls Sean to his feet and folds up his bad leg yet again before he pulls Sean into the air and throws him down leg first onto the ropes. Sean screams in pain he bounces off the cables and wraps his hands around his knees, tumbling down to the canvas.

Dan: That is it, I think the ref should consider stopping this match. What is more important, the win or your career?

Sean lies on the canvas holding his leg in horrible, undescribable pain while Donovan approaches him slowly with a grin upon his face. He quickly begins to stomp at the leg as Sean is left roaring as a depiction of his pain. Donovan slowly grabs him by the leg once more, lifting it into the air before he drops down knee first upon it. Sean smacks his hands on the canvas in pain as Donovan gets to his feet holding the leg in the air as he drops an elbow across it again. He quickly gets back to his feet and grabs Sean around the neck, pulling him to a standing base as he chops him brutally across the chest. This blow knocking Sean into the corner as he breaths heavily and looks to be in severe pain, unable to put any weight at all on his bad wheel. Donovan backs up laughing before he charges in at him. Suddenly Sean gets his legs up into the air wrapping them around the head of Donovan as he lets go of the ropes and swings around, hitting Donovan with a leg scissors that sends Cage flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring. He crashes across the mats as the fans get to their feet. Donovan gets to his knees looking shocked.

Billy: How in the hell did Sean find the strength to pull out that head scissors? Does this man not even know that his leg may be broken.

Douglas: I don’t think he cares right now, he’s fighting for survival, because Donovan certainly seems out to end his career.

Sean is still unable to put pressure on his bad leg as he gets to his feet and approaches the ropes, grabbing a hold of the top cable as he attempts to pull himself over onto Donovan but screams in pain as he reaches down and grabs his leg. Donovan gets to his feet quickly and reaches under the ropes, grabbing Sean’s ankles pulling them up causing Genocide to fall backwards onto the canvas. Donovan now drags Sean’s bad leg over the apron as he pulls it into the air and slams it down over it. Sean screams in pain once more as he reaches for his leg only to be decked across the face and knocked back down on the canvas. Donovan lifts Sean’s leg into the air once more and smacks it over the apron yet again.

Billy: Look at that, Donovan goes right back to that leg, brilliant strategy, and brilliant timing. This guy is certainly a welcome addition to the Annihilation roster.

Dan: This is vile.

Donovan slides into the ring and stomps Sean to the forehead and chest as he grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet before and gets behind his back. Donovan wraps his arms around Sean’s stomach as he pulls back and releases, delivering a German suplex. Sean flies across the ring and slams across his back, rolling onto his side. The new comer Cage gets to his feet and looks towards the fans laughing as he steps up behind Sean and kicks him to the back of the head with his foot.

Dan: That is one thing you do not want to do, toy with Sean Johnson, who has shown he can come back in a match in a moments notice, just like last week with Romeo Damascus.

Donovan grabs Sean by the hair and stands him up before throwing him into the turnbuckle once more. He smacks into the corner back first and holds his spine as Donovan now charges in going for what appears to be a spear when Sean gets his legs into the air, causing Cage to slide under him and smack shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Sean slides over Donovan’s back getting behind him as he grabs Donovan by the back of the tights and rolls him up into a school boy.

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Kick out by Donovan. The crowd is shocked as is Sean who quickly gets to his feet as Donovan does the same. Donovan goes for a clothesline when Sean steps under his arm and places his back to the spine of Cage as he underhooks both his arms from behind as he pulls him down. Donovan slides over the back of Sean and has his shoulders pressed against the canvas as Sean holds him down with the back slide pin.

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Donovan rolls forward out of the pin while Sean gets to his feet. Donovan once again goes for a shot when Sean grabs his arm and spins around over the back of his opponent, reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around the other arm of Donovan as he falls backwards, placing Donovan in a crucifix pin attempt.

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kickout by Donovan yet again.

Billy: Man, 3 quick pin attempts averted by Donovan, this match getting insane, and very fast paced again.

Sean gets to his feet limping horribly as Donovan charges after him going for a clothesline when Genocide steps under the arm. Sean now turns and places his hands around the head of Donovan and drops down into a seated position pulling the challenger down with him in the form of a reverse facebuster, the back of Cage’s head striking the ring between the legs of Johnson. Donovan’s legs kick up into the air as Sean grabs them pulling down placing Donovan in a pinning attempt.

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Donovan barely kicks out again, the fans vocalizing their shock over what has been a very quick series of near falls here.

Dan: Oh I thought Sean had it there for sure. This has been one hell of a match thus far, as have a lot of the contests been throughout the evening here on this Desolation run addition of Annihilation.

Mayne: Don’t remind us who’s calling the shots here tonight Dan, please.

The crowd is very excited as Donovan gets over onto his knees, breathing heavily, while Johnson gets up in front of him, fighting through the pain in his leg as he quickly descends upon his crawling opposition. Cage slowly reaches into his trunks though, grabbing a hold of something that the referee doesn’t spot, too preoccupied with observing the condition of Johnson’s leg. Cage suddenly turns discretely with a set of brass knucks around his fist, slugging the side of Genocide’s knee violently with it, causing the fans to scream out in anger. The official doesn’t see it as Donovan places the knucks back in his trunks, Sean collapsing forward onto the canvas and grabbing his leg as he howls in pain.

Mayne: Sean’s leg abruptly cutting out on him it looks like, due to that powerful punch.

Douglas: You saw what just happened, Donovan pulled something out of his tights, he used it on the knee of Genocide!

Billy: See Dan, your always trying to discredit the good names of our athletes with your wild paranoia.

Johnson lies on the canvas, shouting in anguish as he grips h is knee when Donovan stands up and steps over the legs of Sean. He wraps them around one another and lifts them up into the air, placing Sean in the Texas cloverleaf with the fans screaming in outrage. Sean is shouting at the absolute top of his lungs from the pain, his leg horribly injured by the shot with the brass knuckles. Yet he refuses to tap out, shaking his head while pushing himself up onto his elbows, roaring at the top of his lungs. A demented expression befalls the face of Cage as he further locks in the hold with all of his strength, boos still flowing through the lips of the sold out crowd. Johnson falls onto the side of his face though, still not tapping out, but fainting instead it looks like due to the unbelievable pain coursing through his leg. The official drops down, checking on him and lifting Sean’s wrist into the air before it just falls limply to his side, the fans reacting with anger while the referee stands up and calls for the bell.

Mayne: Donovan has done it, Sean Johnson passed out to the pain of the cloverleaf, what a thinking man’s monster this guy is.

Douglas: Please, he savagely worked over the knee of Genocide then used brass knucks on that same body part, his actions upon his debut was reprehensible.

The referee steps in and grabs the arms of Donovan, trying to drag him off of Johnson, who is still out cold due to the pain. Cage finally releases him and steps forward, grinning from ear to ear, rather maniacally, sinisterly in fact. He points to his temple with the fans booing the newcomer sadistically. Donovan just grins and extends his arms out to his sides, stepping forward while chuckling to himself. Sean remains on his side, gripping at his knee as he rolls back and forth, shouting out in tremendous anguish.


WET AND WILD?


With great gusto and tremendous support, the fans react to the mere sight of Desolation seated backstage. He is perched upon a Star Trek looking chair with his legs kicked up, crossed over the ankles and perched upon the edge of his desk. Oddly enough the desk, seen many times before in Comeau’s office, are covered in blinking Christmas lights to give it a more festive appeal. A grin resides on Desolation’s face as he pumps up a water gun held within both hands and sprays something off camera.

Desolation: Oh yeah, definitely have them wear white t-shirts too, you can see right through them, right to the nipple.

The camera turns abruptly and reveals Bob standing in front of Desolation wearing a soaked white t-shirt, his nipples hardened and poking through the fabric. Bob looks excited as he slaps his hands together and hops in place.

Bob: Bob want wet and wild, mnooses in the parsely patch want wet and wild!

Desolation nods his head, agreeing with Bob’s sentiments.

Desolation: Exactly, so that’s just what we’ll do tonight...

Before his statement can be completed however, the door to the VIP room pops open and in strolls a familiar face. The crowd unleashes another loud reaction at the sight of the Black Widow, none other than Robin Brooks. She smiles widely while observing the decorations in which adorn the office while stepping in the direction of a confused Desolation.

Robin: Nice decorations Desolation, have you ever considered becoming an interior decorator?

Desolation: Once, but there’s that whole not being gay thing that kind of crushed my dreams. Anyway, how can I be of service?

Bewilderment fills Robin’s face, who acts taken aback by the question.

Robin: Um, you called me back here, you said it was urgent.

Desolation’s eyes dart back and forth as he places the water cannon on the desk in front of him.

Desolation: Did I? Oh yeah, I decided to make a few changes to your match, just a slight couple of alterations is all, nothing too big.

Robin: Okay...

Robin sounds quite excited at the prospect as Desolation opens the drawer to his desk and retrieves something from within it.

Desolation: It would require you to wear this though.

A string bikini now hangs from the hands of Desolation as he holds it up in front of a shocked, somewhat flabbergasted Brooks.

Robin: You can’t be serious. How the hell am I suppose to wrestling in that type of outfit?

Desolation: Wrestle? No, no, you’ve got the wrong idea. Because see, I’ve been watching some other wrestling telecasts lately, and they all seem to worship the concept of half naked people getting doused with obscene amounts of water. Therefore, instead of a six man tag, I’ve decided you’ll all compete in a wet and wild competition. Don’t worry though about the costume, you should see the thong that Romeo has to wear.

It takes a second for Robin to grasp the logic in this situation, yet she immediately begins to shake her head while blinking her eyes oddly.

Brooks: Um, Desolation, have you thought this through yet? You do realize that you’d have to see Phantom in a string bikini as well, right?

The Dark Man falls back in his seat, contemplating exactly what Robin just said as a thought bubble can now be seen appearing above his head. Desolation looks up at it as the image within the bubble is revealed to be none other than the almost 500 pound Phantom dressed in a tightly fitting bikini, busting out of his get up in the most unfavorable of places. Desolation now cringes at the thought as the bubble quickly dissipates.

Desolation: On second thought, good point, just go on out there and do the usual I suppose. But you can still wear the bikini if you’d like.

Desolation grins widely as he holds the article of clothing out to Robin, who glances at it for a second and then begins to shake her head.

Robin: I think I’ll pass just this once, thanks though.

With a shrug of his shoulders Desolation relents, Robin etching her way slowly towards the door.

Desolation: Fine, your loss then.

Quickly Brooks makes her way out of the door as Desolation leans further back in his chair, yawning slightly as if bored already with the program. A devious grin appears upon his face though.

Desolation: Hmmm, Robin Brooks in a bikini, that would be rather eye appeasing if it weren’t for the penis.

The thought bubble returns above the head of Desolation as he glares upward at it with a pleasant grin on his face. Within the bubble is an image of Robin dressed in the bikini before she goes into a spin. As she turns back around to face forward, the image has been replaced with Phantom once again, dressed in the tight fitting thong. Desolation cringes once more.

Desolation: Yikes, get the hell out of here dammit.

Desolation reaches up and swipes away the thought bubble with both hands, still cringing in horror at the thought.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


ROBIN BROOKS & NATHAN CREED & PHANTOM
VS
ROMEO DAMASCUS & JACKSON ADAMS & RUSTY CAGE
6 PERSON MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH: NO TAG RULES


The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He points to the Livewire title belt wrapped about his waist, glistening brightly as behind him now strolls out Rusty Cage, who bends forward and motions in his own direction with his thumbs. He smiles widely while Jackson does the same, reaching out and patting the shoulders of Cage. Romeo Damascus now strolls through the curtains as well behind them, shaking his head back and forth, not pleased to be coming out with them whatsoever.

Billy Mayne: Welcome back to the ring ladies and gentlemen, and what a way to come back from commercial break, with a huge 6 person mixed tag team match. I mean, there’s no better sight than to come back from commercial and see Jackson Adams’ glorious features.

Dan Douglas: Um, yeah, okay, that comment was a little disturbing, but I’ll get past it. Anyway, a lot of extreme hatred between the participants of this 6 person tag team match having the opportunity to finally come center stage. And I understand we got a random rule change from Desolation in the back.

Mayne: I hope he hasn’t decided to do the wet and wild idea, my eye sight can’t handle Phantom dressed in a thong.

Dan: No, instead this match will be contested under Dragon’s Gate rules, meaning no tags are necessary.

Mayne: Which also means things will get a lot more chaotic.

Jackson and Rusty slide through the ropes into the ring while Romeo walks around it, not too eager to get inside at all. Suddenly Polyamorous hits the PA system with the fans rising to their feet and going nuts, giving a much different reaction to this team than they did to the trio who just strolled out. Nathan Creed now marches through the curtains with Robin Brooks at one of his sides and Phantom located at the other. The crowd is putting their hands together for this very impressive team as Nathan stops on the stage and slaps his hand over the Xtreme title belt placed over his shoulder. Robin points directly into the ring, straight at Romeo who is now standing on a turnbuckle, winking at her sexually. Robin shakes her head in anger while Phantom seethes as he stares at the Alpha Generation members in the ring. As Nathan leads his team towards the squared circle, Jackson runs his fingers over the stolen Livewire title belt around his waist, only increasing the rage on Cree’d sface. All three of them jump up onto the apron about to enter as their rivals back away quickly.

Mayne: And here comes the B squad about to battle the A team.

Douglas: Oh come off it now! Nathan is a double champion, Robin Brooks has held several titles in the ULW, and Phantom is also a former champion as well. They are a very young, impressive and very talented team, and they have a lot of motivation going into this 6 person tag.

Billy: It’s going to be another failing effort for all three of them though, mark my words.

The crowd begins to boo as Nathan, Robin and Phantom talk amongst themselves about what to do in this match. Suddenly, Jackson Adams, Rusty Cage and Romeo rush up behind them, delivering forearms to their upper backs. Romeo turns Phantom around and chops him brutally across the chest while Nathan is slugged in the face repeatedly by a very angry Jackson, and Rusty kicks away at a shocked Robin’s stomach. Brooks throws a knee into the gut of Rusty though and then kicks him in the side of the face with a hard shot, knocking him down to the canvas across his back. Nathan chops Jackson across the chest now, battling out of the corner and grabbing him by the back of the head before throwing an elbow into his chin that knocks him down. Phantom slugs Romeo under the jaw with a hard shot, knocking him down to the canvas and causing him to roll under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

The official steps in both Robin’s and Phantom’s faces, telling them exit the ring immediately while Nathan slugs Jackson across the face again backing him up into one of the corners. Nathan pulls his hand back and chops him across the chest viciously, Adams’ legs kicking up into the air as a result with a shocked expression on his face. Rusty and Romeo have gotten up in their corner now as Nathan grabs Jackson by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Adams reverses it though, instead sending Nathan into the corner, which he crashes into back first. The angry JA charges in at him as Nathan gets his feet up into his face, booting him to the jaw. JA staggers backwards as Nathan pulls himself up onto the second rope and now jumps forward.

He flips over the back of Jackson, wrapping his arms around his waist on the way down and rolling him over backwards into a sunset pinning predicament.

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Jackson rolls over backwards out of the pinning predicament. He grabs the legs of Nathan, lifting them into the air and placing them over his shoulders before he leans into them, pushing Creed onto the back of his shoulders.

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Nathan places his hands to the back of Jackson’s head, pushing down on it and causing him to flip over forward. Nathan sits up and places his shoulders to the back of Jackson’s legs, placing his ankles over the chest of JA, holding him down in a pin.

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Nathan kicks out only for Jackson to quickly stand up and slide around the arm of Creed immediately, wrapping his legs around the arm of the Future, placing it a grapevine.

Douglas: Some fast paced action to start this six person tag team match out, with Adams slowing things down with that grapevine armlock.

Mayne: That’s what Adams is a God at, controlling the pace, keeping his opposition grounded, beating them down methodically like a true in ring tactician.

Jackson still has Nathan’s arm locked up into the hold as Phantom steps over the ropes and then rushes forward, jumping into the air and coming down with a huge leg drop across the throat of Adams. The grapevine is broken as Adams’ legs kick into the air as a result, Phantom rolling to his knees and grabbing Jackson by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and then slugging him across the jaw repeatedly. He is obviously taking advantage of the no tag rules as Phantom pulls Jackson to his feet and whips him into the ropes. JA bounces off and comes back in when Phantom lifts his boot, shooting it up into the face of Jackson, knocking him down to the canvas. Rusty Cage now slides through the ropes and rushes up at Phantom, who turns around and clotheslines him brutally down to the canvas. Romeo climbing up onto the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope and flying off at the Devil’s Associate, who reaches out and catches him by the throat. Damascus drops onto his feet with a look of shock on his face as Phantom hoists him up into the air and chokeslams him violently down to the canvas. Romeo grabs his back and rolls onto his side as Phantom stands and unleashes a roar.

Jackson steps up behind him though and grabs the back of his head, dropping down and connecting with a huge reverse neckbreaker that drives the noggin of Phantom into the canvas. He rolls onto his side, gripping the back of his head and kicking his legs in pain as Jackson stands up, Nathan moving up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. Nathan drops back into a German suplex, Jackson looking shocked with the fans screaming, shocked over the fast paced way this tag match has gotten started. Nathan rolls onto his knees and pulls a shocked Jackson up to his feet, getting ready for another German suplex, yet Rusty stands up and stomps his foot. He steps in as Jackson bends forward, Rusty superkicking Nathan to the jaw. The shot causes him to fall backwards, yet he keeps his arms around the waist of JA somehow in the process, pulling him over into another German suplex. Adams crashes across the back of his head and his shoulders, flipping over into a crawling pace in shock.

Mayne: A German by Nathan on Adams, thanks to his own tag team partner. Rusty what were you thinking?

Douglas: I don’t know what anyone is thinking in this insanely fast paced start to this 6 man tag, nobody holding anything back with this thing being contested under Dragon’s Gate rules.

Rusty runs his hands over his head as he realizes what he just did. He turns towards Robin though, jumps to the top rope, springing off and flying through the air before she connects with a dropkick to his chest. Rusty flies backwards, crashing into the canvas and then rolling across it before he spills under the ropes to the outside of the ring. The fans are going nuts as Robin jumps to her feet, looking around all fired up, spinning to face a standing Romeo. Damascus began to step in, but now that Robin is facing him he just grins from ear to ear. He looks Robin up and down with a conniving expression on his face, licking his lips and then puckering them in the direction of Brooks as he steps towards her. The fans are booing as Romeo grabs the wrist of Robin, lifting it into the air and planting a kiss upon the back of it.

Brooks doesn’t know how to respond with the crowd reacts with disgust, Romeo dropping down to one knee in front of her. Robin looks weirded out as Romeo almost bows down in front of her beauty, before Brooks lifts her leg into the air and connects with a huge buzzsaw style kick to the side of his head. Romeo’s eyes roll to the back of his head before he crashes face first into the canvas, rolling onto his back. Brooks turns her spine in the direction of Romeo and flips over in reverse, connecting with a huge moonsault straight on top of Damascus, catching tremendous air time on the move. Brooks hooks the leg of Romeo, the referee not knowing who the legal person is with no real rules for tags. He drops down and makes the count.

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Jackson steps in and stomps the back of Robin’s head, breaking up the pinning attempt and then grabbing the hair of Brooks. He drags her up to her feet and kicks her to the gut before dragging her head first into his armpit. He seems to be setting up for the DDT when Robin pulls her head free and swings around to the side of Adams. She wraps her leg around his and wraps her arm around his neck as well, dropping back into a quick snap Russian leg sweep. Adams hits the ring hard with his legs stuck up in the air, Robin rolling over in reverse though and grabbing the ankle of Jackson. She pulls him over backwards onto his feet with a reverse roll before bending forward and catching his back against her shoulder. Robin lifts Jackson into the air and then falls in reverse into a huge back drop suplex, slamming the spine of Adams into the canvas, before he sits up and shouts out in anguish.

Mayne: Oh no, Robin’s body rubbing up against Adams’ body on those moves, can you imagine what kind of disease she might give him from physical contact?

Douglas: Oh stop bad mouthing this beautiful young vixen? That’s all you and Adams ever seem to do, run her good name through the mud.

Robin gets to her feet after connecting with the series of moves when Rusty rushes in and goes for a clothesline. She ducks it, getting around behind the back of Cage, who spins to face her and walks right into a huge dropkick to the face. Rusty crashes onto his back as Robin gets to her hands and knees, beginning to stand up quickly, appearing all pumped up. Romeo gets to a crawling base, beginning to stand up in the corner, falling back first into while Jackson rolls to his hands and knees in front of him. Brooks quickly charges in and steps off the back of Jackson, using him as a stool to fly through the air and connect with a leg lariat to the chest of Romeo in the corner. Damascus looks shocked as Brooks lands on her feet in front of him, wrapping her arm around the neck of Romeo and then charging forward. She jumps into the air, over the back of Jackson and then pulls Romeo down with a diamond cutter, that drags him down chest first into the lower back of Damascus. The entire arena erupts into cheers at the sight of the high impact combination.

Romeo wraps his arms around his waist and drops onto his back while Jackson collapses to the ring, holding his back. Robin stands up, looking very energetic as she turns towards Rusty who flies through the air and connects with a corkscrew forearm strike to her face. Brooks is sent crashing into the canvas while Cage falls to his hands and knees into a crawling base. Nathan and Phantom have rolled to the outside of the ring at the official’s behest while Brooks starts to get to her feet. She is bent forward when Rusty charges into the ropes at her side, bouncing off and coming back in. He connects with a stiff knee to her face, causing Brooks to stand up and turn her spine in the direction of Cage. He spins around quickly out of the knee lift and then jumps into the air, wrapping his hands around the shoulders of Brooks and lifting his knees into the air, placing them to her upper back. He falls onto his spine, pulling Robin down with a back breaker across his knees as Brooks yells in pain, falling over onto her chest and stomach upon the canvas.

Mayne: A brutal combination by Rusty Cage, taking out Robin Brooks. Your right Dan, as strange as that is to admit, all of these competitors are busting out some very creative moves and combinations for this 6 person tag.

Douglas: So many heated rivalries coming center stage here in this one Billy, which is why it’s moving at such a fast and furious pace.

Rusty gets to his feet while Robin holds her back. As soon as he plants himself though, Romeo steps in and shoves Cage, shouting at him for putting his hands on Brooks. Rusty gives Romeo a confused glare, insinuating that it’s part of the match before Romeo shakes his head in anger and makes his way towards the ropes. Robin rolls to her hands and knees, reaching for his back before Rusty steps to her side, lifting his elbow into the air and dropping it into her lower spine. Brooks is knocked down to the canvas before Rusty stands up and drops down with a forehead into the kidneys of Robin, causing her to scream out in pain. Brooks turns onto her side, gripping her back before Rusty stands up and makes his way towards his corner. He reaches out and slaps the hand of Jackson, tagging him back into the match as he quickly enters.

Rusty steps towards Robin and kicks her to the forehead before grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to her feet. Jackson steps to the other side of Robin and grabs the other wrist, backing her into the ropes, bouncing her off the cables and whipping her across the ring. Robin rushes across the canvas and bounces off the ropes, coming back in as both JA and Rusty go for a double lariat. Robin baseball slides under both of their arms, and then stands up behind them. As she does so they both turn and drop down into a double basement dropkick to both of her shins. Robin is knocked down into a crawling base as a result while Adams and Rusty stand up quickly. They rush into opposite ropes and bounce off of them quickly, coming back in before Rusty jumps into the air coming down with a knee drop to the back of Robin’s head while Rusty flips over at the same time. He comes down with a flip forward senton splash across the back of Brooks at the same time, the two connecting with a combination move. They both roll over forward though and rush into the ropes at the sides of Brooks who, pushes herself up into a crawling base, reaching for her spine. They connect with a double basement dropkick to both sides of Brooks’ head, almost squashing it. Brooks falls over onto her back, wrapping her hands around her head and kicking both legs as she yells in pain.

Douglas: The Alpha Generation wearing Robin down now in this 6 person tag team match!

Mayne: They’re not just wearing her down, they’re destroying her with the most impressive tag team moves I’ve ever witnessed. You need to elaborate on this type of greatness your witnessing Dan, truly embellish upon it.

Dan: I don’t have to do shit Billy, they were impressive, but it wasn’t something absolutely incredible.

Jackson and Rusty both rise to their feet, Cage making his way towards the ropes while Romeo watches this, shaking his head back and forth. Adams steps towards Romeo immediately, lifting his hand into the air and slapping his chest before demanding he enter the squared circle. Romeo glares at Adams for a moment while shaking his head, then reluctantly sliding through the ropes into the ring. Nathan and Phantom both begin to shout at Robin to get up as she grips her back, getting up into a crawling base in pain. Romeo steps towards her though, very slowly as Brooks tries to stand up. He grabs her by the shoulder and pulls Brooks up slowly, talking to her calmly with a grin on his face. Brooks pushes his hands away though and causes him to spin around, Robin staring at him in anger. A frustrated Romeo steps in, trying to explain himself when Brooks slaps him across the face, causing him to stagger backwards as a result.

Damascus steps back in, still trying to explain when Brooks hits him under the jaw, knocking him to the canvas after the hard shot. She turns towards her corner, quickly beginning to make her way towards Nathan and Phantom when Rusty and Jackson enter the ring behind her. They rush up behind Brooks and both grab an armpit each before lifting her into the air. They turn and drop Brooks down with a double half nelson back breaker. Robin screams in pain after the collision when Jackson stands up, holding the Black Widow slightly in the air, hooking her leg with one arm and wrapping his other around the neck of Robin. He lifts her up high into the air and then flips her over backwards, causing Robin to come down onto the knee of Rusty with a rib breaker, the crowd shocked by the absolute collision of the move.

Romeo gets to his knees, glaring at both Jackson and Rusty in disgust over what he is seeing as Robin remains on her knees, holding her ribs in tremendous agony. Jackson steps up to her side though and moves up quickly, connecting with a step up shinning wizard to the back of her head. Robin is knocked down to her elbows and knees from the stiff shot as Rusty bounces off the cables and comes charging in at the laid out Brooks. He drops down into a front dropkick directly to her forehead, the shot sounding and looking very stiff. Brooks rolls over onto her back from the collision as Rusty crawls into the cover quickly.

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Robin gets her shoulder off the canvas while Jackson exits the squared circle, as well as a very upset Romeo. He looks at Rusty in anger over the punishment being done to Robin Brooks by the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: Brooks being absolutely destroyed, I love this, what great tag team wrestling by the Alpha Generation.

Douglas: You yell at me for enjoying Desolation’s changes tonight, and yet here you are with your head stuck completely up Jackson Adams’ ass.

Billy: It’s not all the way up there, just three quarters of the way.

Rusty grabs Robin by the hair, rolling her over onto her knees before pulling her up to a standing base. He steps to the side of Brooks and places her in an abdominal stretch now, holding her in the tight submission that contorts her back at a brutal angle. Jackson enters the ring now and bounces off the cables before coming back in and jumping forward into another basement dropkick to the face of Brooks while she is in this hold. Rusty turns her out of the abdominal stretch now, hooking up both of her arms and then throwing her up into the air. He drops to a knee and allows Robin to collapse back first across it with another back breaker. Robin drops onto her elbows and knees, yelling at the top of her lungs from the pain coursing through her spine as Rusty steps to the side of her body. He wraps his arms around her waist and then lifts her up into the air in an awesome bomb position. He seems to be setting up for a train wreck back breaker across his shoulder when Robin begins to fight. She slides off of his shoulder and lands on her feet behind his back.

She rushes into the ropes and jumps onto the second one, springing off and turning in mid-air as Rusty spins around. Brooks lands on his shoulders and drops back, hitting a hurricarana which flips Rusty over, crashing onto his back and shoulders. Robin rises to her feet quickly as Jackson enters the ring and rushes at her quickly. Brooks drops down and crawls between his legs, getting behind him and then jumping forward, slapping the hand of Nathan Creed to a huge reaction from the crowd. Creed slides through the ropes and rushes up straight at Jackson, who turns into a roaring elbow to the face. JA is knocked to the canvas as Rusty rushes into the ring and charges at Nathan who steps to his side and catches him. He lifts Rusty into the air and drags him down into a Canadian Backbreaker, before standing up and throwing him up into the air. He turns around quickly as he throws him up, catching Rusty on his shoulders and dropping down into a huge sit-down powerbomb.

Douglas: What a combination by Nathan Creed, he’s got the Alpha Generation reeling in this tag team match!

Mayne: It was all thanks to that slut Robin getting the hot tag and Nathan having so much time to recover on the corner of the ring.

Dan: Oh come on, Nathan is a very talented performer, and he’s obviously showing these Alpha Generation bums a thing or two about the art of real wrestling.

Nathan places his shoulders to the back of Rusty’s legs, leaning forward into them with his shoulders.

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Romeo jumps over the ropes into the ring and then charges forward at the seated Creed, jumping in with a shining wizard directly to his face. The crowd erupts into a wave of shock as Nathan crashes onto his back, Romeo dropping to his hands and knees beside him. He gets to his feet and turns towards Phantom, who has entered the ring with a furious expression on his face. Romeo charges in quickly when Phantom side steps him and catches Damascus under his arm. He swings around into a huge black hole slam, driving the body of Damascus brutally into the canvas with the fans reacting loudly, going nuts. Phantom stands up while Nathan begins to do the same, Robin rising to her feet as well.

Jackson sits up in the ring slowly, holding his jaw as Robin steps up between the standing Nathan and Phantom. They both reach out and hook their arms around Brooks’, lifting the Black Widow up into a backwards flip. They swing her around into a huge front dropkick to the face of JA, while both men dive forward as well, connecting with the kick. Jackson is knocked onto his back with the fans going nuts at the sight of the triple team move. Jackson is laid out, in obvious pain as Rusty stands up and rushes at Phantom. He jumps into the air and connects with a stiff heel kick to the back of his head, knocking him over forward onto the canvas. Rusty lands on his hands and knees before standing up quickly, turning to face Robin, who is standing in front of Nathan. He rushes into the ropes back first, bouncing off the cables and coming back in when Robin steps forward and throws a leg lariat. Rusty rolls under it though and gets straight onto his feet when Nathan charges in and levels him with an absolutely sensational big boot, the crowd screaming at the sound of the collision echoing throughout the arena.

Rusty flips over backwards, crashing across the back of his head while Nathan falls to his posterior after hitting the move. Creed rolls over to his hands and knees, pushing himself up to his feet when Romeo steps up to his side. He catches Nathan around the head and the thigh, lifting him up into the air and dropping him down on top of his knee with a gut buster. As soon as Nathan hits his knee, Romeo stands up and grabs the wrist of Creed, seamlessly swinging around under his arm and then pulling the bent forward Creed into a huge DDT. Nathan bounces off the top of his head and flips over onto his back with the fans shocked by the impact, all swept up into this fast paced, chaotic action ensuing between both of these teams.

Douglas: My God what a DDT, that could have broke Nathan’s neck.

Mayne: I didn’t see you complaining when Nathan almost knocked Rusty’s head off with that big boot!

Phantom turns to face Romeo as he stands up, charging in quickly. As he does so he lifts his boot into the air, Romeo ducking under it and charging into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes back in at Phantom who spins around and catches him with a tilt a whirl only for Romeo to float around out of it, landing at his side. He hooks up leg and his arm before dropping back into a huge Russian leg sweep. Phantom crashes into the canvas across his back as Romeo rolls over backwards and gets to his feet, turning towards Robin who jumps through the air and connects with a huge corkscrew kick to the chest of Damascus. He is taken over backwards, crashing onto his back as Robin lands on her hands and knees, standing up quickly though as she turns towards Rusty, who comes rushing in with a huge spinning lariat. Brooks ducks under it and then stands up behind his back, hooking both of his arms and pulling him down into a back slide pin.

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Jackson stands up and rushes up at Robin’s side, jumping in and wrapping his arm around her thigh and neck, pulling her off into a mahistrial cradle pinning predicament with the fans cheering loudly. Jackson stands up though and leans down chest first into the back of Robin’s legs, pushing her shoulders down even further into the canvas while he grips the back of her tights.

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Nathan steps up behind Jackson and drops down, grabbing him by the back of the attire and rolling him over in reverse into a school boy pin.

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Nathan stands up and leans down shoulders first into the back of Jackson’s legs to apply further pressure. As he does this though, Romeo rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in before he jumps into the air. He floats over the back of Nathan and wraps his arms around his waist, rolling him over backwards into a sunset flip pin.

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The crowd is going crazy before Nathan rolls over backwards and grabs the legs of Romeo, lifting them up into the air and now trying to turn him over into the Courtesy Call. Every fan is standing, screaming loudly as Nathan tries to roll him over and get the submission locked in. Rusty steps up behind Nathan though and wraps his arms around his waist, dropping back into a huge German suplex with a bridge, going for the pinfall.

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Nathan gets his shoulder up and rolls over backwards onto his knees over top of the head of Rusty.

Douglas: What a crazy series of near falls between both of these teams, that was insane.

Mayne: And the madness hasn’t ended yet in this extremely fast paced, crazed 6 person tag team match.

Nathan reaches down and grabs the head of Rusty, pulling him up off the canvas and keeping him bridged over backwards as he sets up for the Total Domination (Final Cut). He lifts his arm into the air in order to swing around and connect with the move when Jackson rushes in quickly and jumps into the air. He grabs the back of Nathan’s head, pulling him down into a running reverse neckbreaker while Creed drops into a reverse DDT at the same time. The crowd erupts at the sight of this as Nathan and Jackson roll across the canvas away from the down Cage, the fans still cheering loudly, all swept up into the madness of this 6 man tag. Romeo rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring and approaches the time keeper now as the referee turns to check on the condition of both Jackson Adams and Nathan Creed, who are in tremendous anguish.

Douglas: What is Romeo grabbing a steel chair for? Don’t tell me he’s going to ruin this damn tag team match.

Billy: To each his own.

Dan: What, that phrase doesn’t even apply to this situation whatsoever?

Rusty remains down on the ring, spread across his back when Robin charges in and jumps into the air. She performs a standing shooting star press right on top of Rusty, the crowd going absolutely nuts as she hooks his leg.

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Romeo slides into the ring with the chair in hand as Brooks spots him and pushes herself up onto her knees. She looks shocked as Romeo grins and then turns the chair, driving the top of it directly into her jaw, the shot knocking her onto her back. The fans are screaming furiously, each of them outraged by the sight of what they just witnessed, Brooks rolling across the canvas, gripping her throat in anguish.

Douglas: Dammit, Romeo using the chair on Brooks!

Mayne: I guess he takes the Crazy Eddie approach and believes in tough love.

Phantom stands up and turns towards Romeo, who throws the chair to him. The Devil’s Associate catches the chair in front of his face when Romeo steps in and superkicks the steel mass, driving it into the face of Phantom. The crowd erupts into boos as Phantom crashes onto his back, the chair going flying to the outside of the ring. Romeo drops down into the cover on Phantom, hooking his leg, the official finally turning around in time to spot the cover. He drops down and makes the count quickly.

Dan: Come on dammit, no, no!!

The official slaps the canvas with Romeo looking very pleased and excited.

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The entire arena explodes into outrage as Romeo immediately rolls across the canvas and drops down to the outside of the ring. He backs up slowly with a huge grin on his face with the bell chiming in the background.

Mayne: Yes, the Alpha Generation and Romeo Damascus scoring the victory in this 6 person tag team match.

Douglas: This is disgusting dammit, absolutely disgusting and reprehensible. Romeo ruined what was a great match here tonight.

Romeo backs up slowly as Robin rolls onto into a crawling base, holding her jaw and throat. A look of rage creeps into her face as Damascus makes his way across the ringside area, glaring at her with a conniving expression on his face. He puts his fingers to his lips, kissing them and extending them out towards Brooks, who breaths deeply in outrage. Jackson quickly rolls to the outside of the ring with Rusty at his side, both men appearing battered as they back up the ramp. Jackson backs up and grabs the title around his waist, removing it and holding it up into the air as Nathan crawls into the ropes, glaring at him through the cables. He is in outrage as well with sweat dripping from his battered body. He and Brooks continue to stare down their rivals as they all three back up the ramp, chuckling over what they just did, the huge victory they just earned.


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RUN MARK, RUN!!


The camera cuts to the backstage area as the fans are booing rather loudly, some cheering however as they spot the terrified features of Mark Comeau. The General Manager rushes down the corridor, constantly looking over his shoulder in great fear as he nearly trips over an electric cable, obviously still looking out for the World Heavyweight Champion. He turns around, panic stricken as he walks backwards, still very frightened, petrified in fact at the thought of AWOL getting his hands on him. The lump still remains in the throat of Mark as sweat trickles down his forehead.

AWOL: Mark, ohhhh Mark old buddy old pal, where are you pal? I just want to talk, I promise.

The voice comes from the end of the hallway, AWOL talking rather sinisterly as Comeau gasps and rushes for a door at his side. He grabs the knob and feverishly twists at it, trying to get inside only to find it locked. He quickly steps towards the door next to it and grabs the knob, pushing it open and stepping inside quickly. The door shuts as AWOL now makes his way down the corridor, passing it while looking around for the GM, not realizing that he is hiding in the room at his side.

AWOL: You can’t hide from me forever Mark. Your just making it worse on yourself by running.

The disturbing eyes of AWOL scan his surroundings while marching down the corridor slowly, making sure he doesn’t miss the location of the GM he’s destined to destroy. Mark now lurks within the dressing room, sighing in relief with his ear pressed to the door, listening as AWOL walks by. He swipes his hand over his forehead now, brushing away the sweat before he turns around and places his back to the doorframe, taking several deep breaths with his eyes closed tightly together.

Well, hello there Mark....

The familiar vocals cause Mark’s eyes to open widely and very abruptly, his head lowering as he finds himself staring forward at the source of the words. The lump in his throat only grows as he pushes himself back first hard against the door, the camera turning to capture the figment of Mark’s horror, none other than Lethal Weapon. A loud cheer can be heard through the arena at the sight of the Legend, who is seated on a bench in front of him, getting dressed for his cage match later in the evening. A large grin can be seen on the face of Lethal, who stands up slowly and starts to move in the direction of Comeau with his head tilted, and a chuckle escaping his lips.

Lethal: I’m rather surprised that you would think to reward me with your presence, especially after last week, when I kind of went against the ultimatum that you gave me.

Weapon continues to smirk at the thought of how he spat in the face of Comeau’s authority last week. The GM, with anger steps forward and lifts his finger into the air, no longer acting frightened.

Mark: Now you listen here Lethal. I’m not back here because I want to be, in fact I would enjoy nothing more than the prospect of never seeing your face around here again. In fact, soon Lethal, I’ll be starting my quest to make sure that’s exactly what happens.

Lethal: Ouch Mark, that hurt, especially coming from a man that I admire so much.

Comeau rears his head back and glares at Lethal with a bit of surprise. A smile begins to creep across the GM’s face, respecting the admission of respect from the legendary ULW competitor, especially after all that had gone down between them as of late.

Mark: Really?

There is excitement in the voice of the GM, who enjoys the prospect of someone actually admiring his work for a change.

Lethal: Uhhhh, no.

The grin on Mark’s face fades and anger sets in before Lethal grabs him by the collar of the jacket and turns him around to face the doorway.

Mark: What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off of me you son of a bitch.

Weapon: Allow me to be gentlemanly and show you to the door. But before you go, just a word of advice, don’t even think for a second about interjecting in the cage match tonight, or what AWOL does to you, won’t even compare to how I would brutalize you Mr. Comeau.

Lethal opens the door and shoves Mark out into the hallway as he nearly falls over, trying to catch himself from collapsing to the floor. Weapon sticks his head out into the corridor now with a grin on his face.

Lethal: I hope you have a pleasant evening now, Mark. Yo AWOL, you’re an asshole!

Lethal closes the door immediately after trying to mimic Mark’s raspy tone while making that insult. Comeau’s eyes widen with shock as he turns, finding himself staring into the face of AWOL, who is just a few feet away from him. The demonic grin etches across AWOL’s face once more.

AWOL: Mark, flattery will get you nowhere.

The Champion begins to move in the direction of the GM, who turns in horror, rushing away quickly, AWOL hot on his heels with a smirk on his face.


BITCHCAKES MCPHEE VS. JIMMY PRUITT


The crowd starts to cheer loudly as the camera comes back to the ring, a new face standing in the center of the squared circle. He hops up and down, getting himself physically prepared for the impending bout, the words “Jimmy Pruitt” appearing on the screen beneath him.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back here tonight and as you can see, we’re slated to have a battle of newcomers up here next as Jimmy Pruitt prepares to battle with Bitchcakes McPhee.

Mayne: WHAT? That’s got to be a typo, let me see this.

May is shown looking at the sheet of paper in Dan’s hand, which has the program for the card tonight written upon it.

Billy: This guy’s name is literally, actually Bitchcakes? This is, this is, this is the weirdest, most indescribable thing ever.

Douglas: Well names aside, I’m excited to see what both of these guys bring to the table on Annihilation.

Jimmy has his head lowered, glaring around in a shy like manner as he waits for the match to begin. The sound of coughing accompanies a large plume of smoke leaving the entrance ramp. As "Second Hand Smoke" by Twiztid begins to play, Bitchcakes McPhee comes out of the entrance, putting out his cigarette on his left shoulder. He high fives the crowd members as he goes down the ramp toward the ring. He slides into the ring under the ropes and runs against the ropes to stretch before the match as he waits for the bell to ring. Jimmy and Bitchcakes both glare at each other from across this ring.

Dan: Looking at this guy, would you like to rip on his name now Billy?

Mayne: Seeing as I expected someone coming out here in a pink ballerina costume, needless to say I’m surprised to see such a rugged type out here, ready to compete.

Douglas: You didn’t answer my question.

Billy: I’ll plead the fifth.

Bitchcakes and Jimmy begin to circle one another slowly before they begin to step forward, getting ready to start this thing when Desolation’s entrance tunes hit the PA system. The fans start to explode into cheers, everyone going nuts as the opening cords to the GM for the night’s music continues to play over the PA system. Bitchcakes and Jimmy glare at the entry way as through the curtains strides none other than Desolation dressed in a fine suit for the evening, the monkey suit still looking very awkward spread over the body of the Dark Man.

Billy: Oh God no, why is this man out here again? Hasn’t he done enough already? He tried to make the 6 man tag team match a freaking wet and wild competition for crying out loud.

Douglas: I’ve enjoyed the changes thus far, so let’s see what he’s going to do now.

Desolation strolls back and forth across the stage with the microphone still tightly gripped within the palm of his hand.

Desolation: Yeah, so I was sitting backstage, twiddling my thumbs and growing board after watching the last few matches, and after taking a brief nap, sleeping through a few of them as well, I decided to come out here and spice things up a little. I wanted to do something that would actually make this battle between newbies of a little more interest, add a little more drama. Which is why I’ve come out here to make this completely irrelevantly booked match seem a little more interesting and intriguing by adding to this contest a very special guest referee. Emphasis upon the word, “special.”

Mayne: Oh great, this cannot be good, and believe me, I’m a genius when it comes to knowing what’s good, or entertaining. Unlike Desolation, who could probably find the remnants of a shit in a toilet to be absolutely fascinating.

Douglas: I’ll reserve my judgement.

Bitchcakes and Pruitt both appear completely confused in the ring while Desolation goes on speaking into the microphone with an insincere enthusiasm.

Desolation: The referee I have selected is a returning legend here in the ULW, a man with such a keen intellect and such a brilliant way with words, that it makes it virtually impossible for the rest of us to understand what he’s talking about. This man holds the worlds record for the most hams eaten in a twenty minute span, and most wooden chairs broken due to his immense weight sitting upon them. This man is your very own, BOB!

A huge reaction pours through the lips of the fans, all of them going nuts as the obesely large Bob rushes through the curtains, looking all excited, all pumped to be part of this show tonight. The standard stripes of a referee’s shirt are spray painted across his massive upper body as he turns back and forth, waving to the crowd. He drops down to the ramp and begins to log roll down it while Desolation stands back, clapping all the while.

Mayne: Come on now! Bob as the special, SPECIAL, referee? This is re-fucking-diculous.

Douglas: This is great Billy, I’m anxious to see how this unique Bob interacts with some of the unique personalities in the ring this evening. This should be very interesting indeed.

Billy: Of course you’d say that Dan. It’s your biased view which makes me incapable of valuing a single word that comes from your mouth.

Desolation strolls to the back as the camera focuses upon McPhee’s face, which is stricken with confusion at the sight of Bob rolling to the mats just outside the ring. He jumps onto his feet before his plus sized body rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Jimmy turns his back to McPhee, chuckling to himself and looking out over the crowd with a wide grin.

Jimmy: This guy’s name is actually Bitchcakes? Hahahaha, give me a break.

A furious McPhee rushes across the ring and double axehandles Jimmy to the back of the head, knocking him down to the canvas. He appears irate that Jimmy was mocking his name as Bob stands back, munching on ham and pretending to be authoratative by mumbling something at Bitchcakes. Bitchcakes stands there as the fans chant his name. He stares down at Jimmy, urging him to stand up. Pruitt utilizes the ropes to pull himself to his feet when he turns and eats a right hand from Bitchcakes, followed by another to the side of the face. Jimmy backs into the ropes, leaning on thm as Bitchcakes chops him across the chest now. He grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him into a knee across the gut, followed by an elbow to the back of the head. McPhee hits the same manuever then grabs Pruitt by the wrist and whips him across the ring. As Jimmy bounces off and charges back in Bitchcake catches him and grabs the back of his legs while lifting him into the air. He drags him down to the canvas with a quick vicious spinebuster.

It's hard and brutal, the collision causing Jimmy to kick his legs into the air as a result. Bitchcakes quickly grabs his legs and wraps them around one another, placing him in a cloverleaf and then stepping over his back. Pruitt yells in pain, having almost been knocked out by that lariat to the back of his head. Bitchcakes plays off that fact, trying to make quick work of Jimmy who sqeezes his eyes and tries to fight through the pain. Jimmy places his hands on the canvas and claws his way towards the ropes. He finally reaches his salvation, grabbing the bottom cables while Bob steps in and tries to pull the arms of McPhee away from Pruitt. An angry Bitchcakes refuses to release the hold though, finally causing Bob to bend forward and lock his arm. McPhee finally releases the hold and steps forward, looking with shock and bewilderment at the face of Bob.

Douglas: Uh oh, this unstable McPhee and Bob about to go at it it appears.

Mayne: Yeah, this newcomer has to be unstable when his first name is Bitchcakes for crying out loud.

Bitchcakes steps up into the face of Bob and points at him before shouting something.

McPhee: MOOO!

Bob takes a step back, looking offended by this word before shaking his head and yelling something himself.

Bob: MNOOSE!

The crowd begins to react with cheers, laughing loudly as Bitchcakes shakes his head and acts irate. He steps forward, and pushes Bob.

McPhee: No, mooooo!!

Bob takes a step back and lifts his finger into the air, pointing it directly in the face of McPhee, as the crowd unleashes a “You” chant. Bob shakes his finger back and forth quickly.

Bob: Mnoooooseee!!

Bitchcake appears stunned now at a loss for words as he steps back, thinking about the wise words he just heard from Bob. He finally nods his head in a solemn manner before stepping forward.

McPhee: Your right, your right.

Bitchcakes and Bob quickly hug in the center of the ring before McPhee turns towards the rising Pruitt. He quickly grabs Jimmy's head though and pulls him to his feet, dragging him backwards and then spinning him around as he grabs his arm, folding it up and placing him in a hammerlock, doing this very quickly and expertly. He now charges forward and throws Jimmy through the ropes, slamming shoulder first into the exposed ring post. Pruitt grinds his teeth and unleashes a shout of pain before he stumbles backwards into the arms of Bitchcakes. He grabs his damaged arm and clutches it with his far arm. He now grabs Jimmy by the back of the tights and lifts him into the air before dropping back, slamming Jimmy down to the canvas with all of his weight coming down upon the hammerlocked arm.

Dan: Bitchcakes goes right to work on that injured arm of Jimmy Pruitt, he must really want to end this thing quickly.

Billy: He's got to think about pacing himself, keeping it together throughout the majority of this contest, instead of trying to impress Bob.

Bitchcakes gets to his feet and extends the arm of Jimmy over the canvas. He jumps into the air and comes down with a leg drop across it. He quickly rises to his feet, stands up and does the same thing. Jimmy really roars in pain, rolling onto his side and gripping his arm as Bitchcakes stands up and grabs him around the back of the head, pulling him to his feet. He grabs the arm of Pruitt, interlocking both of his hands around his wrist and slowly lifting it into the air while stepping under it. He quickly pushes his arm down into a arm lock. Pruitt drops to his knees trying to fight through the horrific damage being inflicted upon his arm. Bitchcakes continues to hold him by the wrist before he jumps forward, wrapping his legs around the shoulder of Pruitt and pulling him forward as well. Both men roll across the canvas as they end up lying across their backs. Bitchcake has his legs completely wrapped around the arm of Jimmy who is shouting in pain, trying to fight through the grapevine arm lock. He slowly begins to push himself up, getting onto his knees and in the process pushing Bitchcake backwards, his lower half coming into the air with his legs clinging to the arm of Jimmy. Pruitt suddenly puts all his weight on the back of Bitchcake's legs, pinning him to the canvas.

Bob is too busy scratching his bum in the corner and trying to look over his shoulder in order to get a good look at it. He finally drops to the canvas though and makes the count.

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Bob stops for a second as he looks unsure of the number that comes next. Bitchcake gets one of his shoulders up, but keeps the arm lock applied, pushing Jimmy down across his back trying to gain that submission. Pruitt slams his other fist on the canvas, trying to get through the anguish of this arm grapevine. Pruitt refuses to relent though as he slowly pushes himself up, getting onto his knees, once again pushing Bitchcake backwards onto the canvas as his lower half lifts into the air. Jimmy now slowly gets to his feet, bending forward in horrible pain as Bitchcake continues to lock his legs around the shoulder of Pruitt, pulling him down. Jimmy somehow maintains his footing with Bitchcakes pressed on the back of his shoulders almost. Jimmy unleashes a roar and swipes around with his boot, buzzsaw kicking the lower spine of McPhee and causing him to break the submission. Pruitt steps back as Bitchcakes rolls across the canvas, gripping his spine.

Jimmy rolls onto his knees now gripping his arm and shouting in tremendous pain as he reaches for his shoulder. Somehow he pushes himself up, stepping towards Bitchcakes and stomping him to the back of the head . He does it once again and then jumps into the air, coming down with a knee drop across the back of it. Bitchcakes begins to kick his legs as he grabs his noggin. Jimmy still cradles his arm as he pulls Bitchcakes to his feet slowly, holding him under the chin as he does so with just one arm. He suddenly gives Bitchcake a knife edge chop with his one good arm, completely not using his other one now.

The crowd woos as Bitchcakes steps backwards grabbing his chest. Jimmy connects with another chop now before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. As Bitchcakes comes back in he bends down and buries his shoulder into his gut, lifting him up and over into a huge backdrop. McPhee slams into the canvas and rolls over onto his side, before eventually sitting up. Jimmy rushes up behind hin and jumps forward, connecting with a front dropkick to the back of his head. Bitchcakes shouts in pain as he rolls over onto his hands and knees.

Douglas: Pruitt answering back in a big way against Bitchcakes McPhee, in what has thus far been a very impressive battle of newcomers here in the ULW.

Mayne: Are you kidding me, thus far, all that Bitchcakes McPhee has done thus far is moo, and hit a few cheesy power moves. Jimmy Pruitt is the real standout in this competition.

Dan: Billy, you crazy kids and your drugs.

Pruitt stands up and steps towards Bob, grabbing the hand of the mnoose horder and putting up three of his fingers. He sticks them up in front of the face of Bob’s face, stating that how’s he counts to three. Bob nods and then bends forward, bitting the fingers of Jimmy as if they were strips of beef jerky as Pruitt begins to hop up and down. He frees his hand and points at Bob, shouting into his face while cradling his hand in anger, the fans laughing their assess off. Pruitt finally turns towards Bitchcakes in anger. Jimmy steps to his side, still cradling his arm. He quickly extends his leg outwards and drops it across the back of Bitchcakes’ head. McPhee crashes onto the canvas across his chest and the side of his face, gripping the back of his head. Jimmy stands up as Bitchcakes begins to push himself up as well, Pruitt looking a little slower on the go after having already endured the beating at the hands of his fellow new arrival this evening. Jimmy immediately meets Bitchcakes with jabs across the face before he grabs him by the arm and whips him towards the turnbuckle. Bitchcakes slams back first into it when Pruitt charges in and jumps into the air, sticking his knees out and slamming them into the chest of Bitchcakes. Pruitt bounces off and lands on his feet in front of him, stumbling backwards. Bitchcakes staggers forward gripping his chest as he walks into a devastating knife edge chop from Jimmy. Pruitt grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring towards the ropes. Bitchcakes bounces off and comes back in as Jimmy plants himself, bending forward. Bitchcakes suddenly places the breaks on it, side stepping Jimmy and grabbing his arm. He quickly places it in a hammerlock and then drops down to the canvas backwards, slamming Pruitt onto his shoulder with a unique armbreaker.

Billy: Ohhh, just when it seemed that Jimmy was on the offensive Bitchcakes attacks that arm.

Dan: I thought Pruitt had him on the go Tim, but Bitchcakes put a fast hault on that.

Billy: Didn't I just say that?

Bitchcakes stands up slowly as Jimmy rolls onto his back and gripping his shoulder in tremendous pain. He grabs the arm of Jimmy and places it over the canvas before he drops a quick elbow into his shoulder. He now stands up and delivers a quick axehandle drop across it as well. Jimmy roars in pain, rolling onto his side, sweat streams down his face, frustration growing over him. Bitchcakes stands up quickly and pushes Jimmy onto his back as he grabs the arm and lifts into the air. He quickly kicks him to the shoulder with a hard shot. Jimmy immediately cradles his arm, rolling over onto it so as to attempt to stop the pain. Bitchcakes quickly stomps him to the back of the head, then does it again. He finally jumps forward, pulling Jimmy over into a mahistrial cradle pin.

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Jimmy kicks out, dropping over onto his stomach when Bitchcakes moves forward quickly. He grabs the injured arm and pulls it between his knees as he then locks on a chin lock, placing him in the crossface. Pruitt shouts from the horrid pain emanating from his targeted shoulder.

Dan: Oh no, Jimmy is now placed in a crossface, he could very well tap out!

Billy: Meaning Bitchcakes would actually win in convincing fashion. Come on Jimmy, don’t tap out to a man with such an absolutely lame moniker.

Bitchcakes continues to pull back on the crossface, the fans going absolutely insane. Jimmy suddenly pushes himself up onto his knees. He suddenly plants his feet on the canvas and now rolls through. Somehow still surviving the assault upon his arm. He pulls it free of the crossface, rolling over onto his knees. Bitchcakes stands up quickly however, stepping in and connecting with a brutal big boot to the jaw of Pruitt. The fans scream with cheers once more, caught up in this action now. Bitchcakes crawls on top of Jimmy, hooking his leg quickly after the stiff shot to his jaw. Bob looks around, acting confused as he tries to think of what he’s suppose to do as referee now. He steps forward and shouts out Bitchcakes, demanding he release the hair as McPhee looks up at him in confusion, shouting that he’s not anywhere near the locks of Pruitt’s hair. Bob becomes confused as he now pulls out a rules book from his loin clothe, reading it over quickly and then smiling widely as he nods his head. He drops down and begins to make the count as he realizes exactly what he’s suppose to be doing.

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Jimmy kicks out with the strength left in his body. Bitchcakes rises to his knees, appearing not happy over what has thus far occurred while he sticks three fingers up in the direction of Bob’s face who begins to count them slowly, trying to make sense of over what McPhee is getting at. Bob raises his shoulders, not understanding the gesture in the slightest. Pruitt rolls onto his knees, bending forward as Bitchcakes grabs his arm and places it in a hammerlock. Jimmy doesn't seem to have much feeling left in the arm at all as the lock is applied with quite ease. Bitchcakes now stands all the way up and brutally stomps the shoulder of Pruitt, causing him to fall down to the canvas across his side, grabbing his arm in a state of pure trauma. Bitchcakes drops down to the canvas quickly, applying a fujiwara arm bar as Pruitt begins to shout in pain once more, trying to get through the sheer agony. Unfortunately he refuses to give up, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Bitchcakes is in a state of shock as he tries to hold in the fujiwara armbar. Pruitt is shouting at the top of his lungs while shaking his head back and forth, yet refusing to tap out to the painful hold.

Douglas: The fujiwara established by Bitchcakes, wearing out the arm of Pruitt, which he’s been dissecting throughout this match. Bitchcakes is actually quite the in ring tactician.

Mayne: Oh please, are you fucking kidding me? How can a man be a tactician when he hails by the name Bitchcakes for crying out loud?

Bitchcakes leans further back into the hold, yet Pruitt refuses to give in and now ducks his head forward. He rolls across the canvas without warning, freeing himself from the hold and getting onto his feet as he rushes into the ropes in front of McPhee. Bitchcakes stands up when Pruitt jumps onto the second rope and springs off, turning in mid-air and connecting with the crossbody on his opponent, hitting his finishing move. The crowd is stunned as Bob continues to read through his rules book, trying to figure out what he should do in this situation. Pruitt looks agitated, shouting for him to count the pinfall when Bob steps forward and yells that Bitchcakes’ feet are on the ropes with confidence. Jimmy looks around, realizing that they are in the center of the ring, nowhere near the cables as he stands up and begins to shout at Bob to make the damn count.

Mayne: How complicated can this be? Make the count already Bob for crying out loud!

Douglas: I think the master of the mnooses is a bit confused as to what his job qualifications are.

Billy: Bob would be confused if he was asked to tell the difference between a man and a woman for crying out loud.

Bob sifts through the pages of his rule book as Jimmy stands up in anger, stepping towards him and shoving the overweight man. Bob staggers backwards, his eyes opening wide in shock as Jimmy points down at the canvas and slaps his hands together, demanding that the three count be made already. He appears furious that Bob is failing to fulfill his job qualifications as the obese, multicolored wig wearing individual tries to look through his book to find out what he should be doing. All the while, McPhee is starting to stand up behind the unsuspecting Pruitt, who lifts his hand into the air and slaps the taste out of Bob’s mouth. Bob steps backwards, his eyes opened wide in shock as Jimmy points at the ring and demands that he make the count. Bob turns, with wide, angry eyes in the direction of Jimmy before he lifts his arm into the air, and places his pit directly in the face of Jimmy. The crowd is going nuts as Pruitt hops up and down, his face being smothered in the smelly armpit of Bob.

Mayne: WHAT THE HELL!?!

Douglas: Bob unleashing a dreaded armpit of doom against Jimmy Pruitt!!

Bob unleashes Pruitt, who turns away from the armpit of the stinky referee, gagging horribly as he faces the standing Bitchcakes. McPhee shouts “mooo” loudly and rushes forward, connecting with a spear to the gut of Pruitt, taking him over backwards into the canvas before he hooks his leg.

Douglas: Bitchcakes connected with the Charging Bull, and mooed before it to make it all the more vicious, just like what he does before his actual finisher, the Hangover!

Mayne: How does mooing like a cow, make it anymore vicious for Christ sakes!?!

Bitchcakes hooks the leg of Jimmy as Bob shrugs his shoulders and finally drops down into the count.

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The entire arena erupts into cheers as McPhee rises to his seat, lifting his arms up in victory, an expression of pride befalling his face. Bob steps towards him and grabs the wrist of Bitchcakes, helping him up to his feet with the crowd still cheering loudly at the sight of him walking out of this contest victorious.

Dan: Bitchcakes McPhee has done it, he’s won his first match in the ULW, and I believe he’s well on his way to creating a very successful career here in this federation.

Mayne: Oh please, this should have been Jimmy Pruitt’s time, instead it was ruined by a man who calls himself, Bitchcakes, Bitchcakes!

Douglas: His choice of name aside, the man has shown just how impressive he is, here tonight on Annihilation.

Bitchcakes continues to stand with his arm held up in victory before he calls for something, motioning towards the outside for some type of object. Beers are immediately pitched to Bitchcakes, who catches them out of the air, tossing one to an eager, excited Bob. Bob pops the top and chugs down the beer while Bitchcakes begins to do the same, the crowd going nuts at the sight of both men chugging away. Bob pulls the beer away from his lips though and now looks at the can with a very bewildered expression on his face. His eyes become glazed over before he begins to shake his head back and forth, almost falling over. He tries to catch himself from tumbling to the canvas before he grabs the top rope, holding onto it and keeping himself from collapsing.

Douglas: Uh oh, I think Bob got a little too drunk for his own good.

Mayne: He drank one damn beer!

Bob drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes, stumbling and staggering while shaking his head back and forth still, placing his palm to his forehead. He becomes a shade of green before he doubles over the barricade and begins to hurl horribly into the lap of an elderly woman. The prune like features of the elderly lady contort with shock as she begins to slap Bob on the head, screaming loudly in terror as she’s covered in vomit. Bitchcakes marches up the ramp, observing all of this while still chugging down a beer in celebration over his debut victory.


THE FINAL BATTLE


The crowd reacts with a loud pitched cheer at the sight of a very frustrated Robin Brooks seated backstage, holding a bag of ice up to her jaw. She rocks back and forth while seated on a cot, her eyes full of hatred, brimming with hatred and anger over what occurred just a few moments ago in the six man tag team match. Quickly Nathan Creed steps into the camera’s frame, a fresh bag of ice clutched within his hand, holding it out to Robin, who is still feeling the effects of that superkick from Romeo during the six man tag team contest.

Nathan: Hey Robin, here’s a fresh bag of ice, I hope it helps your jaw feel a little bit better after that redundant chair shot Romeo planted on you.

Creed, with great concern in his eyes, holds the bag of ice out towards Robin, who with anger in her eyes, takes it from her good friend. All the while, she fails to utter a single, solitary word.

Nathan: I hope your jaw feels a little bit better, but I know something that will definitely improve your health, mentally. I plan on challenging that son of a bitch Romeo to a match next week, and I plan on making him truly suffer for what he did to you Robin.

Anger, spite, intensity is depicted in the face of Creed as he thinks about exactly what he is going to do to Romeo on the next telecast one on one. Robin slides out of the cot though, placing her hands on the chest of Nathan, who glances down at the fingers, gently rubbing part of his frame.

Robin: No Nathan, don’t worry about Romeo Damascus, if there’s anyone who is going to take care of that jerk, it’s me.

A concerned and confused glint sets into Nathan’s face as he tilts his head and glares at his good friend. Before he can utter even the slightest word, Robin lifts her finger into the air and places it to the lips of Nathan, silencing him abruptly.

Brooks: No, I know you’d object to the idea, but I have to do this. I have to finish this once and for all, especially after what happened out there tonight in that tag match. I’ve got to face Romeo one on one at Retribution and settle this thing once and for all. Just like you demanded that this thing between yourself and Jackson end at the pay-per-view, I’ve got to do the same thing, I’ve got to resolve this issue between us, and stop living in fear over what he’s capable of.

A look of confusion sets into Nathan’s eyes, trying to come to terms with the fact that Robin is so spirited over facing Romeo. He looks very reluctant as he tilts his head and glares at Brooks, who can tell that Nathan is none too pleased over her decision. He begins to open his mouth in order to provide a rebuttal when Robin lifts her finger into the air and places it to the lips of Creed.

Robin: No Creed, don’t try and talk me out of it. I know how good of a friend, you are to me.....

The word friend seems to be bother Nathan a bit as he rears his head back, yet he still listens closely.

Brooks: But I need you to let me do this, to let me finish this thing once and for all between myself and Romeo at Retribution.

With determination in her eyes, Robin strolls around Nathan, who turns to watch her walk off, a bit surprised by her vigor and stubbornness. A slight grin forms on his face, nodding his head as watches Brooks march off with passion.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



GETTING BACK ON TRACK


With a huge uproar from the fans, the face of none other than Orlando Cruze comes into the camera’s frame. He is standing in front of a large ULW symbol, located within the usual interview area as he pivots between feet, getting himself physically, as well as mentally prepared for the impending battle against AWOL, the war that shall be waged within a Falls Count Anywhere environment. His face stares forward intensely into the camera, dressed and ready to go it appears, realizing just how important this impending match is against the World Heavyweight Champion. The camera pulls back now from the determined Orlando, bringing Tony Dull into focus, holding a microphone to his lips with an excited expression on his face, obviously enthused to get this interview with the former 3 time World Champion.

Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Tony Dull, and I’m standing here with none other than the Icon, Orlando Cruze, the man who is just moments away from stepping into the ring with World Heavyweight Champion, AWOL, in what should be a sensational match.

Tony turns towards Orlando eagerly, the Icon just staring straight forward, as if not even seeing the short correspondent.

Dull: Orlando, after the sudden and unexplained departure of Chapel from the ULW, one must think that your sights are set on the World Heavyweight title, how do you think this match will impact the standings in contendership for that said title.

With determination and focus, and sharpness in his tone, Orlando quickly responds.

Cruze: That’s a rather foolish question Tony. Of course this match is going to have huge ramifications on the title situation, after all, if I were to pin the World Heavyweight Champion for the three count tonight I dare say that would skyrocket my name up the list of impending challengers. And if there’s one man who’s put in his time, who’s put all of his passion, who’s put all of his determination into this company, that deserves a shot at the World title, it would be me. After all that I’ve accomplished in this federation it would be just another huge accolade to have under my belt to pin such a worthy champion as AWOL, and to earn what has been denied to me for almost a year, a shot at the World Heavyweight title.

The passion in Orlando’s soul can be seen through the determination in his eyes as they remain focused upon the camera. Tony nods his head, appreciating the perspective of the Icon before beginning once again.

Dull: With that said Orlando, a lot of people are beginning to question what has happened to Orlando over the past few months, since your return. First there was the loss at the Rumble Bash, and since then you’ve failed to find yourself in position for a World Heavyweight title shot. A lot of people are even implying that you might be past your prime, that the gravy train may have passed you by, and that you’ll never be in World title contendership again. Some people are even saying that Orlando has fallen off the radar since he hasn’t had any really huge wins as of late.

Before Tony can continue Orlando’s eyes shoot towards him, full of fire, brimming with outrage. Dull stops abruptly , his lower lip trembling as he stares into the disturbing eyes of the former 3 time World Champion. Veins protrude through the temples of Cruze as he continues to glare at Tony, not saying a word, just breathing deeply. The words spoken by the stubby middle aged commentator seem to have struck a cord within him, hit a sore spot in his heart. Orlando’s face continues to tremble with outrage and spite as Tony backs up slowly, no longer wishing to continue this interview, realizing that his best course of action is to flee immediately. As he back peddles off camera, Orlando continues to watch him scornfully, not taking his eyes off the correspondent for even a moment, not even blinking.


AWOL VS. ORLANDO CRUZE


Douglas: Well, ladies and gentlemen, the time is almost here for one of our biggest encounters of the night. AWOL vs. Orlando Cruze in what we now understand is going to be a falls count anywhere match.

Mayne: Thanks to Desolation, thanks to his so called control over tonight’s program, apparently attempting to spice things up a wee bit. Please, he’s just asking for these two to try and kill each other. Not only that, he even makes a steel cage match this evening. A STEEL CAGE MATCH! How many injuries does he want to have take place on this program?

Dan: I like the alterations, they’re a welcomed change Billy, and besides I’d love to see AWOL and Orlando go all at it, as well as not having to worry about Mark Comeau sending out any interference during the number one contenders tournament finals here tonight.

Mayne: You like everything Desolation does, we call you type of people brown nosers Dan.

Douglas: Yes, and we refer to individuals like you in words I’m not allowed to say on television. Hey, wait a minute, what the hell is this, talk about perfect timing!

The crowd has a loud mixed reaction as a panic stricken Mark Comeau rushes through the curtains and onto the stage. He stares over his shoulder with wide eyes and frightened features, immediately bolting down the rampway with as much as speed as he can possibly muster.

Billy: It’s Mark, and he’s running to the ring, wait a minute, that could only mean....

The fans absolutely go nuts as AWOL steps onto the stage slowly, moving like something out of a horror movie, the World title over his shoulder as he struts down the ramp directly after Comeau, who still appears greatly concerned. He slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring as AWOL down runs down the ramp in order to catch him, the fans still going absolutely insane.

Douglas: It could mean, that AWOL is now here and still in hot pursuit of the General Manager, Mark Comeau, who had him taken out by the Alpha Generation the last time he was here.

Mayne: Why can’t he leave this man alone, let bygones be bygones for crying out loud, why couldn’t he be the bigger man?

Mark scrambles across the ring on his hands and knees, trying his best to get out of the squared circle as quickly as he can, grabbing the bottom rope and beginning to slide through the cables. Before he can escape his ankle is grabbed within the massive hands of AWOL, who caught him in the nick of time. Mark turns, glaring up at AWOL and putting his hands into a prayer while shaking his head back and forth, begging for mercy. The demented eyes of AWOL stare down upon him however, refusing to show him any of it, prepared to tear him limb from bloody limb. Mark is still begging as AWOL drags him away from the ropes and slides him to the center of the ring, releasing his ankle as Comeau immediately rises to his knees, praying and begging for the Champion to let him walk away. AWOL snidely glares around at the fans, chuckling to himself slightly as he realizes that he has Mark exactly where he wants him.

Billy: Let the man go dammit, he’s defenseless AWOL!

Douglas: I’ve been waiting to see this for a whole month, and so have everyone of these fans packed into this sold out arena. Do it AWOL, do it!

Mayne: You sadist Dan, your just as sick as all these fans and even AWOL.

Mark still has his hands up in prayer, begging AWOL to provide him some leniency before the sadistic Big Crazy Bastard tilts his head and nods it. Relief begins to set into the face of Comeau as he realizes that the anger in AWOL’s features has begun to vanish, taking several deep breaths. AWOL motions for Mark to stand up slowly, still nodding his head and mouthing the words, “I’ll let you go this time.”

Mayne: Oh thank God, AWOL finally showing that he’s a bit level headed after all.

Douglas: Somehow, I wouldn’t take AWOL’s cavalier behavior for it’s face value.

A large grin cuts across AWOL’s face as Mark stands up and sticks his palms out, still trying to calm down the Champion and smooth over the situation. All the while AWOL nods his head while grinning widely, realizing that Mark is beginning to believe he’s just going to walk away this situation unharmed. Mark turns away from AWOL quickly and begins to rush off while provided with this brief window of escape before the large hand of the Champion once again reaches out and catches him by the back of his jacket collar. The fans start to cheer wildly while a lump forms in Mark’s throat, AWOL spinning him around so that both men are face to face the World Champion’s grin fading and his eyes becoming clouded with fury. He immediately reaches out and grabs Mark by the throat as the GM kicks both of his legs and shouts for mercy, everyone in the arena just going insane.

Douglas: Yes, AWOL’s going to do it, he’s going to chokeslam Comeau straight to the depths of hell in which he belongs.

Mayne: No, think about what your doing AWOL, think about what your doing!

AWOL grabs the back of Mark’s pants, about to lift the terrified GM into the air as he turns back and forth to look over the fans who are adoring the prospect of the well deserved chokeslam. Suddenly a large cloud of white dust flies into the eyes of AWOL, thrown by none other than Jackson Adams, who entered the ring out of the Champion’s line of sight.

Douglas: What the hell, Jackson Adams just came out of nowhere and threw dust in the eyes of the World Champion!

Mayne: JA and his impeccable timing, need I say more?

AWOL releases Comeau and turns away from him, swiping at his eyes repeatedly, trying to clean the dust out of them in desperation. Jackson quickly grabs Mark by the arm and rushes him towards the ropes, both men diving through to the outside of the ring and landing on their feet, fleeing from the monster in the ring.

Douglas: Dammit, JA has saved Comeau’s ass yet again, I’m sick of these son’s of bitches and I can’t wait till AWOL gets his hands on them once and for all.

Mayne: Wait a minute Dan, stop thinking about AWOL’s revenge and realize what’s going on here now. Jackson did the right thing by saving Mark, but he also has almost blinded the Champion right before he clashes with Orlando Cruze, this is genius. He killed two birds with one stone.

Dan: This certainly puts AWOL at a disadvantage.

AWOL scratches at his eyes, blinking them repeatedly as he regains some of his sight, turning to glare at Adams and Comeau who have scurried over the barricade and rushes out into the crowd without taking even a second to look back.

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

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

As the last word finishes all goes silent, and a green light emanates from the entrance area. Suddenly Every time I Die by Children of Bodom blasts over the PA system and Orlando Cruze walks through the curtain to a massive ovation from the fans. Orlando stands there for a moment, looking left and then right, before holding his arm aloft with his fist clenched. Explosions rocks the ramp way as Orlando makes his way down to ringside, his eyes totally focussed on the ring and AWOL, who is still scratching at his eyes, an official entering the ring to try and help him. Orlando walks around the ring and up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes and walking across to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it, and holds his arm aloft as yet another explosion, probably bigger than the others engulfs the ring. He drops off the corner and turns to face AWOL immediately, who is still trying to get his eyes clean of the dust, Cruze stepping in and asking what’s going on as if oblivious to what just occurred. As he steps towards him, AWOL turns around and shouts at Orlando to back the fuck up, pointing at his face and looking ever intense.

Mayne: It looks like AWOL’s willing to continue this match, and wants no sympathy whatsoever from Orlando.

Douglas: AWOL trusts no one, he’s been burned by so many people in the past that he’s incapable of trust. But one of his other more favorable characteristics is something I mentioned last week, his refusal to back down from anyone, or any scenario, even partial blindness.

AWOL cleans his eyes a bit more as the bell rings. He turns towards Orlando, both men having a very intense stare down with one another. The bell rings when both individuals step forward and place one another in a collar elbow tie up. AWOL quickly pulls Orlando into a side headlock. He pushes Orlando backwards into the ropes still in the headlock. Orlando grabs the top rope, keeping from allowing AWOL to connect with the side headlock hip toss however, proving some frustrations for the World Heavyweight Champion. AWOL tries it once again before Orlando pulls his head free and grabs AWOL by the back of his noggin.

He throws him off into the ropes, AWOL stepping forward with frustration on his features. Orlando steps to the center of the ring smirking at AWOL who spins around in anger. He quickly rushes at Orlando who steps to his side and hip tosses him over onto the canvas. AWOL lands on his posterior as Orlando stands up and places him in an arm lock. AWOL looks rather upset, yet works his way to his feet as quickly as he can. He suddenly kicks Orlando to the gut, causing him to break the armlock before he throws a knife edge chop across the chest of Cruze, which results in a woo from the sold crowd.

He's nearly taken off of his feet from the blow, before he receives a second knife edge chop, resulting in a woo from the crowd once more, everyone excited for this match. Orlando backs into the turnbuckle before AWOL pulls his hand back and delivers a third, equally as devastating knife edge chop. Orlando's entire body cringes as he bends forward. AWOL takes a step back and then kicks him to the forehead, causing him to stand up right. AWOL now grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring only for his opponent to turn drastically and pulls AWOL into a drop toe hold. AWOL slams face first into the canvas as Orlando rises to his feet, grabbing the leg of AWOL and lifting it up into a boston leg crab immediately. AWOL begins to shout in pain, pushing himself up with his fist, Orlando continuing to hold onto the submission tightly. AWOL buries his elbows into the canvas, pushing himself up before he begins to crawl towards the ropes. He easily pulls Orlando with him before he reaches out and grabs the bottom cable.

The referee steps into Orlando's face, demanding that he break the submission hold. After a few moments Cruze finally does, stepping forward and looking very upset. AWOL pulls himself up the ropes, getting to his feet when Cruze steps up behind him quickly. He jumps into the air and dropkicks AWOL to the back, knocking him forward into the ropes and sending him spilling over them and landing perfectly upon the apron. He grabs the top rope for support, keeping from plummeting to the mats. AWOL quickly stands up, looking upset when Orlando rushes towards the ropes, running perpendicular to the ones AWOL is stuck behind. He jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and springing off. He transitions in mid air to dropkick AWOL to the side of the face. AWOL is knocked off, sending him flying straight at the announce table, crashing chest and face first into it. He bounces off and collapses onto the mats, shouting in pain.

Dan: AWOL showing that he’s really not at one hundred percent here in the early goings of this match, his eyes still stinging and being partially blinded by that dust, which Orlando seems to still have no idea about.

Tim: AWOL’s being humiliated, Orlando has caught him off guard and is now controlling this match right from the start, this is great. Having dust in his eyes being no excuse.

AWOL gets to his feet on the outside of the ring when Orlando rushes across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and then charging back in. He dives through the ropes, flying through the air and connecting with a huge flying forearm strike. Orlando crashes into AWOL's chest, both individuals in turn falling onto their backs with Cruze landing upon his seat. He quickly rises to his feet, grabbing AWOL around the head and favoring his neck the entire time. He quickly slides AWOL into the ring before jumping onto the apron and grabbing the top rope. AWOL ends up stretched across his back as Orlando enters the ring and rushes across the squared circle, jumping into the air as he lands feet first on the middle rope, springing off into a lionsault.

AWOL quickly gets his knees up into the gut of his opponent, causing Orlando to drop onto his knees and shout in pain. He falls onto his back now, continuing to look as if he is in agony throughout his midsection. AWOL gets to his feet slowly, shaking his head and looking at the crowd as if he’s even disappointed in himself thus far, yet begins to rub at his eyes frantically. He quickly steps over the legs of Orlando, lifting them into the air and placing them under his armpits. He tries to turn Orlando over onto his stomach several times yet Cruze refuses to be placed in the submission, continually fighting as he slides backwards across the canvas. Finally he reaches the ropes, raising his hands into the air and grasping the second one in desperation. AWOL looks furious that Orlando made it to the cables, yet refuses to release his legs. He quickly steps backwards, lifting Orlando's legs into the air in order to drag his upper body off the ropes and in turn cause him to crash violently into the canvas. Orlando turns his body though and shows athleticism by landing on his feet in front of AWOL. The Big Crazy Bastard rushes forward straight into a drop toe hold that sends him crashing chest first into the middle rope, his arms falling over the cables.

Orlando quickly charges across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and then charging back in at AWOL who is still leaning on the ropes. The fans have a mixed reaction as Orlando bolts into the direction of the World Champion, who suddenly stands up and turns around, Cruze jumping into the air and landing on his shoulders. AWOL slams him down to the canvas though, refusing to be hit with whatever move he was looking for, powerbombing him violently into the canvas.. Before Orlando can even respond AWOL lifts his legs into the air, placing them under his armpits before he turns him over onto his stomach, applying a textbook cloverleaf. Orlando unleashes a roar of pain, burying his fist against the canvas and pushing himself up as his eyes center upon the ropes.

Billy: What a counter by AWOL, he's got Orlando Cruze placed in the old school Texas Cloverleaf.

Dan: That was an incredible series of counter manuevers leading into this, Orlando may have to already tap out, in what is turning into quite the match between these two crafty in ring veterans.

AWOL uses his free palm to clean his eyes to the best of his abilities while Orlando’s' hand raises into the air before he digs it into the canvas. He quickly pulls himself towards the ropes, reaching them as quickly as he can. His hand reaches out and grabs the bottom one, forcing AWOL to have to break the submission hold out of protest. AWOL stomps Orlando to the back of the head repeatedly before he then grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet, stepping behind his back and placing him in a back drop suplex position. The fans begin to have another mixed reaction as the Big Crazy Bastard hoists Orlando high into the air and then charges forward. The crowd erupts as AWOL throws Orlando over the ropes and to the outside of the ring with a back drop suplex position. Orlando flies over the ropes and lands on the mats feet first, charging into the barricade and slamming into it ribs first, the crowd groaning at the sound and sight of the impact as the former 3 time Champion tumbles to the mats in a heap, the fans creaming.

Douglas: Talk about nasty, Orlando sent hurling from the ring into the barricade with a show of incredible strength by the World Champion.

Mayne: I told you, I told you, thanks to Desolation these two guys are tearing each apart, as if the ULW wasn’t plagued enough by injuries.

AWOL stands on the inside of the ring cleaning his eyes until he slides through the ropes and takes his time dropping onto the mats. Orlando pushes AWOL's hands away, gasping for air after the horrific collision before the champion grabs Cruze around the jaw, pulling him to his feet and then dragging him into a front waist lock. He then drops in reverse, throwing Orlando through the air with a belly to belly suplex. Orlando crashes onto his back and then sits up, unleashing a roar of pain as he reaches for his spinal column now, having hit the hard mats with brutal impact. AWOL swoops upon Cruze though, grabbing rolling him onto his knees by gripping his little bit of hair. He steps towards the ring and rolls Orlando under the ropes to the inside of it. He quickly springs onto the apron, and slides through the ropes with a great deal of speed to his step as he descends upon Orlando who has rolled onto his hands and knees, holding his chest and lower back in a great deal of pain. AWOL grabs him around the jaw, pulling him to his feet when Orlando jumps into the air, grabbing him by the top of the head. He drags him down into a jaw breaker while falling to his seat. AWOL slams into the jaw of Orlando, stumbling backwards with a shocked expression on his face. Orlando gets to his feet, still holding his chest when AWOL straightens his head out and steps forward. Orlando dives forward and slides around behind the back of AWOL, dragging him into a school boy pin. The referee drops down to make the count yet Orlando gets to his feet quickly, grabbing the legs of AWOL and lifting them into the air. He quickly tries to place him into his patented sharpshooter, yet AWOL squirms back and forth. Finally AWOL pulls his legs away and places them to the chest of Orlando before shoving him off backwards. Orlando crashes across his back and then stands up, his back and chest hurting him tremendously it seems.

Dan: Orlando almost had AWOL locked up in a sharpshooter.

Mayne: I’m surprised with Orlando. This guy shouldn't even be able to compete right now, after that surprisingly, brutal move by AWOL.

AWOL stands up, holding the ropes for support and still bending forward as he grips his chin and runs the back of his hand across his eyes. Orlando rolls right back onto his feet and then charges at AWOL, diving forward for a flying clothesline. AWOL suddenly drops onto his seat, pulling down the top rope and causing Orlando to fly over to the outside of the ring. Orlando turns and smacks back first into the mats hard. He immediately flops into the air and lands on his back, grabbing his spine. The crowd is shocked by the whiplash as AWOL stands up, still rubbing his jaw. The fans are shouting a variety of chants while Orlando somehow pushes himself up to his feet, still gripping his lower back in tremendous pain. AWOL rushes across the ring, bouncing off the cables and then coming back in, jumping into the air as he goes into a corkscrew over the top cable and comes crashing down back first into the shoulder of Cruze. The entire arena goes nuts as both men spill to the outside mats, in disbelief over the high flying move in which AWOL just connected with.

Fans: THAT WAS AWESOME, THAT WAS AWESOME!

Douglas: My sentiments exactly, AWOL soaring through the air so effortlessly for a man his size and taking Orlando out!

Mayne: These guys are busting out everything in the early goings of what has been a competitive match thus far.

Both individuals crash onto the mats causing AWOL to sit up while Orlando rolls onto his side shouting in pain and gripping his back. AWOL quickly crawls into the cover, capitalizing on the falls count anywhere rule.

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Cruze gets his shoulder up though, rolling onto his side, refusing to be pinned by AWOL, the Champion rising to his knees and looking around with a flustered expression on his face. Orlando sits up on the mats, fighting through the pain in his back as AWOL grabs him by the jaw and rolls him onto his knees before pulling him to his feet. He now lifts him into the air, placing him across his chest and charging him at the ring post. The crowd explodes into a mixed reaction as Orlando is slammed spine first into the hard ring post. Orlando reaches for his lower back in obvious discomfort as AWOL steps around to the apron and rolls Orlando under the ropes to the inside of the ring, quickly jumping onto the apron and immediately starts up the turnbuckle. Orlando lies on the mats still gripping his back in tremendous pain before rolling onto his stomach as AWOL gets all the way to the top of the turnbuckle, shockingly going high risk once more for a man of his immense proportions. He stands up, balancing himself out then jumps forward, extending his arm outward and dropping it across the lower back of Orlando with a textbook soaring elbow. Orlando flops into the air onto his side, shouting in pain as he grips his lower back. AWOL rolls him onto his spine and now hooks his leg.

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Orlando kicks out, rolling onto his side once again. AWOL rises to his feet in protest before grabbing Orlando by the chin and pulling him to his feet. As Cruze gets his feet beneath him, AWOL steps to his side, wrapping his arm around his waist and then lifting him into the air for a backbreaker. Orlando somehow floats over and lands on his feet behind the back of AWOL who is shocked as he spins around. Orlando quickly lifts his leg into the air, swinging around with a quick and vicious spinning heel kick, grabbing his back in the process. AWOL somehow steps under it and stands up now, placing his arms around the waist of Orlando and dropping in reverse, connecting with a German suplex.

Dan: A quick stiff German suplex by AWOL on Orlando!

Billy: AWOL just picking the back of Cruze apart in this match!

AWOL rolls over onto his knees, pulling Orlando with him and attempting to place as much pressure upon his back as he can with these hard hitting manuevers. AWOL gets to his feet and immediately goes for another German suplex. As Cruze is lifted into the air he flips up and over the shoulder of AWOL though, landing on his feet behind the back of the Champion who has dropped onto the canvas. AWOL looks shocked as Orlando backs into the ropes, grabbing his lower spine. AWOL rises to his feet quickly, turning around to face Orlando who steps out of the corner and blasts AWOL right to the jaw with the superkick. Spit flies from the mouth of AWOL who drops onto his back looking out of it. Yet he rolls over onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet immediately and then turning towards Orlando, who is leaning on the ropes for support. AWOL, going on instincts, rushes forward with a lariat, only for Cruze to duck under the arm and step around behind his back. He wraps his arms around AWOL’s and drops back into a brutal release Dragon suplex, that sends the Champion into a backwards flip. AWOL slams face first into the canvas, bouncing up onto his knees and then falling over sideways onto the canvas, the fans screaming loudly, everyone going nuts at the sight of the move. Orlando crawls into the cover rather quickly, feeding off the momentum.

Billy: Oh my God, a dragon suplex by Orlando Cruze on AWOL, he flipped him completely over with that one ladies and gentlemen.

Douglas: Orlando could be seconds away from pinning the World Heavyweight Champion after that sequence of hard hitting moves from Cruze.

The referee drops down and makes the count quickly.

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AWOL kicks out, getting his arm off the canvas, to the shock of everyone, including Cruze, who rises onto his knees, appearing absolutely stunned. Orlando rises to his knees, looking around at the fans and shouting for them to get up and start showing more support, which they graciously do. He reaches back grabbing his spine and shouting in tremendous pain, unable to comprehend the fact that his superkick and a release dragon suplex wasn't enough to finish off AWOL. He finally stands up and steps over the legs of AWOL. He lifts them into the air and wraps his arms around them, setting up for what appears to be setting up for the sharpshooter much like he had applied earlier. Without warning AWOL pulls Orlando down into a small package, using all of his leg strength in order to do so.

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Orlando kicks out as both men scramble to beat the other to a standing position. Orlando looks as if he is having extreme pain in his back as he lifts his leg into the air and steps in, going for the superkick again. AWOL grabs his foot at the last second, just before it can connect with his jaw. He pushes it downward , sending Orlando into a spiral before he goes for a back kick to the ribs of the World Champion. AWOL catches his foot again though and causes Orlando to hop on one foot as he turns around to fully face the Big Crazy Bastard who is shaking his head and repeating the word, no. Cruze jumps into the air though and swings around, connecting with a stiff enzugari to the back of AWOL’s head, a shot hard enough to knock him completely out. AWOL keeps his feet beneath him though somehow, his legs wobbly though while he also maintains a grasp on Orlando’s ankle.

Cruze pushes himself up onto his one foot, turning to face AWOL once more while watching on in shock. He jumps into the air and swings around for another enzugri but AWOL ducks it this time, Cruze dropping to the canvas on all fours in front of him. AWOL drops down, applying the STF immediately.

Dan: A textbook STF is locked in, I can't believe AWOL got that locked applied out of nowhere, the perfect hold to target that back and mid-section of Cruze.

Billy:: It's over, it's got to be after all that damage done to Orlando's back!

The crowd is standing and watching as Orlando presses himself up onto his fist, shouting in tremendous pain with sweat dripping off of his exhausted body. His back is absolutely killing him as AWOL continues to apply the submission hold, really torquing the spine of Orlando, as well as his neck and legs. He seems to be refusing the temptation to tap out though as he begins to pull himself across the ring, dragging a shocked AWOL with him. The World Champion shakes his head which is also covered in sweat, shouting in anger over the fact that Orlando is nearly getting free from his intense submission hold.

Dan: Can Orlando make it? Can he reach those ropes!?!

Billy: I would literally crap myself if he does.

Orlando' face is contorted with pain and drenched in sweat. The ropes are so close yet seem so far away as Orlando continues to drag AWOL with every ounce of power remaining in his body. AWOL shakes his head, absolutely stunned that he's being pulled across the ring. Orlando finally comes within inches of the ropes, reaching out with all of his strength. AWOL breaks the submission to drag him back to the center of the ring when Orlando grabs the bottom rope, preventing such an occurrence. AWOL's face fills with anger, finally AWOL releases the legs of Orlando and steps away from his downed opponent. Orlando grabs his back, pulling himself up the ropes slowly, all the while shouting in pain. AWOL turns to face him while scrubbing at his eyes in pain. AWOL spins Orlando around, and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring straight into the opposite ropes. Orlando bounces off of them while AWOL slides down his elbow pad, looking prepared for what should be an absolutely disturbing lariat. He rushes in when Cruze ducks under it, hooking the arm of AWOL and getting around behind his back, hooking up his other arm as well. He back slides him down to the canvas, into a pinning predicament.

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AWOL kicks out by rolling over backwards, straight onto his feet, rushing in reverse, straight into the ropes. He bounces off of them and then comes charging back in at Orlando, who rises to his feet and then springs into the air, dropkicking the face of AWOL viciously. The shot causes AWOL to almost flip over, crashing across his back upon the canvas while Orlando lands on his elbows and knees at his side, absolutely physically exhausted with the crowd groaning the sheer impact of the dropkick. Orlando rises to his feet and turns around in the direction of AWOL, waiting for him to stand up, appearing very winded, doubling over in fact as sweat races down his features. He anxiously awaits the still partially blinded World Champion, begging him to obtain a standing base as he finally gets both of his feet beneath him, standing up straight and turning around in the direction of Cruze slowly. As AWOL rises to a standing base, he barely seems to have the strength in order to keep his legs beneath him, Orlando stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist, setting for the German suplex.

Douglas: Orlando about to muster the weight of AWOL into the air for this hard hitting move!

Mayne: It’s just a German suplex, no need to make it sound like the greatest move ever.

Orlando is about to lift AWOL when the World Champion back elbows him to the side of the face, then does it once again. The shots cause Orlando’s grasp to be weakened as AWOL slides around behind his back, applying his own version of the waist lock. He begins to lift Orlando who reaches back with his leg, wrapping it around AWOL’s and keeping himself from being hit with the move. He now throws a back elbow only for AWOL to release him from the reverse waist lock and allow Cruze to spin all the way around to face him. AWOL wraps his arms around the mid-section of Cruze and drops back into a pinning Northern Lights suplex.

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Orlando wraps his arm around the neck of AWOL and rolls over sideways onto the canvas, forcing the Champion over with him. Both men get to their feet when Orlando falls sideways towards the canvas, dragging AWOL down into a school boy with the crowd cheering loudly.

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AWOL gets his shoulder off the canvas, rolling over onto his side away from Orlando who stands up quickly and then jumps over the back of the Big Crazy Bastard. He rolls him over sideways into a Oklahoma roll.

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AWOL kicks out yet again, rolling over backwards onto his feet and then rushing into the ropes as Orlando gets up in front of him. AWOL comes rushing back in with a huge, lethal lariat only for Cruze to duck it, the Champion charging into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes back in when Orlando spins around and gets clocked right to the jaw with a devastating, high impact big boot. AWOL is knocked off of his feet from the collision as Orlando almost flips over, crashing onto his back and wrapping his hands around his face from the brutal impact. AWOL rolls onto his knees and stands up though, charging into the ropes back first and bouncing off before he charges back in, unleashing a loud roar and jumping into the air, coming down with a back first splash across the ribs of Orlando.

Douglas: What explosive offense from AWOL!

Mayne: How is this man doing this after being technically blinded.

AWOL sits back into the cover, hooking the leg of Orlando in an exhausted state, with the crowd standing, watching closely.

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Orlando wraps his legs around the arm of AWOL and hooks the other, rolling him over onto the back of his shoulders into a crucifix pin out of nowhere, in desperation.

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AWOL rolls over backwards onto his knees and stands up as does Orlando. As soon as Cruze gets to his feet though, AWOL charges in and catches him across the throat with the sickening impact of a vicious lariat, the collision even knocking the Champion down to his knees. Orlando is sent into a corkscrew before crashing onto his back and looking out of it, AWOL quickly crawling into the cover, hooking his leg desperately.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder from the canvas, the fans absolutely going nuts over this series of nearfalls between both men.

Mayne: What a match we are witnessing here Dan, what a match between Orlando Cruze and AWOL. This battle just going back and forth with non stop action. And I love it even more since this is definitely weakening AWOL for his inevitable World title defense at Retribution.

Douglas: I have never seen two men just decimate one another as much as these two have throughout this battle. These two have been called the best in the ULW, and they’re proving it right here tonight in this non title singles bout.

AWOL rolls to his knees, sweating profusely and breathing heavily as he reaches out and grabs Orlando around the jaw, pulling him to his feet slowly. He grabs his arm in the process and forces it between his legs, while hooking up the other one, placing him in a pumphandle position as the crowd begins to scream, realizing that he’s setting up for the Daisy Cutter. Orlando is powerless to stop it as he’s lifted up into the air. However, he turns and slides over the shoulder of AWOL, dropping onto his feet behind his back as the Champion spins around and walks right into the arm of Cruze, which is shot out over his chest. The fans start to scream as AWOL is about to be Rock Bottomed straight into the canvas. AWOL shoots his elbow into the back of Orlando’s head though and pulls it down into a front gantry, reaching out and grabbing the back of his trunks. He lifts Orlando into the air, looking for what appears to be his version of the Brainbuster DDT, Johnny Kingdom’s Exodus Finale. Cruze shifts his weight though and comes back down feet first in front of AWOL, wrapping his arm around his neck as he drops to the canvas. AWOL is bent forward as Orlando stands up straight and then drops back into the DDT. AWOL’s head is planted violently into the ring canvas as he rolls across it and spills under the ropes to the outside of the squared circle.

Douglas: Both men looking to finish this match, but neither of them could get their finishing moves, instead Orlando had to use that desperation DDT, but unfortunately for him, AWOL rolled to the outside of the ring.

Mayne: Wrong Dan, if he gets up he can still pin AWOL on the outside, this is falls count anywhere remember.

Orlando rolls to his side, sweat dripping from his battered body before he scrambles under the ropes to the outside of the ring. AWOL is lying on the mats motionless as Orlando falls on top of him into the cover, hooking his leg quickly.

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AWOL gets his shoulder up with mere seconds to spare, the fans rejoicing at the sight of this while the Orlando supporters boo violently. Orlando forces himself to his feet, grabbing AWOL by the jaw and rolling him onto his knees before dragging him up to a standing base and towards the ring. He rolls him in under the ropes and begins to climb up onto the apron slowly, grabbing the top rope and using it for support throughout the process. AWOL rises to his knees inside of the ring and then jumps to his feet, turning to face Orlando standing on the corner. He rushes in for a shoulder block to his gut only for Cruze to step out of the way and blast the forehead of AWOL with a hard shin kick. AWOL hangs over the ropes now, holding his face as Orlando steps over his head and sentons over the top cable. He wraps his arms around the waist of AWOL as he drops down behind him, going for the sunset flip. AWOL however drops down knees first into the shoulders of Cruze, pinning them to the canvas while his legs kick up into the air. AWOL wraps his arms around them, reversing the pinfall to the shock of the crowd.

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Orlando sits up, finally forcing AWOL over onto the back of his shoulders into his own pinning predicament.

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AWOL rolls over backwards, straight onto his feet and immediately rushes forward for a big knee lift. Orlando catches his leg though and falls backwards, forcing AWOL to drop down to the canvas across his chest and stomach as Cruze rolls over backwards, pulling his leg up into the Boston crab. The fans begin to cheer before Orlando drops the leg and turns around, jumping forward at the arm of AWOL. He grabs it and tries to place it between his knees while attempting to lock his hands around the jaw of AWOL, trying to get his version of the crossface established with the fans screaming.

Douglas: Orlando going for that crossface we haven’t seen him utilize in a while!

Mayne: It didn’t work for Kingdom at Paranoia, so why does Orlando think it’s going to work for him tonight?

Orlando is still trying to lock it in as AWOL gets to his knees and pushes himself over backwards in the direction of Cruze. He forces him onto his back with AWOL leaning shoulders first against his chest and stomach, pinning him to the canvas.

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Douglas: Orlando has the Lights Out locked in, he’s applied his version of the triangle choke on AWOL!

Mayne: This really could be it, a blinded AWOL can’t fight his way out of something like this.

Dan: We’ll see Billy, AWOL has withstood barrages like these before.

Orlando still has the submission really locked in, applying it with all of his leg strength around the neck of AWOL, who refuses to be bested, dropping to one knee though as the air is cut off to his head in this sensational hold. The crowd is standing, buzzing with excitement, wondering if he is finally going to submit, to tap out to the hold. Suddenly AWOL flips over forward though in the direction of Cruze, pushing him over onto the back of his shoulders and bridging over in reverse into a pinning predicament.

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The entire arena goes nuts as AWOL drops onto his side, Orlando sitting up with a shocked expression on his face, unable to believe that he was just pinned completely out of the blue.

Mayne: What, AWOL just pinned Orlando!

Douglas: AWOL with expert timing, catching Orlando at the last second with that pinfall counter out of the Lights Out, that was amazing, what a match.

Orlando sits up with shock in his eyes still as he turns onto his knees, lifting his three fingers into the air and looking very speculative. AWOL gets to his knees and raises his arms into the air in victory, with sweat streaming down his body. Cruze runs his hands over his head, unable to believe that he was just beaten when he seemingly had the victory in the palm of his hand. AWOL rolls to the outside of the squared circle, the referee exiting as well as he grips his wrist and holds it up. AWOL pulls his arm away though in outrage before he starts around the ring, running up the ramp to get to the backstage area, obviously after Comeau and Adams. Orlando drops onto his back in the ring, keeping his hands over his face, greatly disappointed in this loss when he thought he had it.


ARROGANCE IS BLISS


Another jovial reaction cuts through the arena at the mere sight of none other than Desolation, the GM for the evening strolling down a corridor in his fancy suit. He seems to be drunk with power almost as he passes numerous stage hands, a few young performers aka jobbers, chatting amongst one another as well. Desolation stops between these two youngsters and a few stage hands who have their backs turned in his direction. The Dark Man coughs a bit to catch their attention as all three stage hands turn to face the former Annihilation World Champion quickly.

Stagehand: How can we help you Mr. Desolation?

The Dark Man thinks about it for a second, stroking his chin slightly before pointing at the first stagehand in the line.

Desolation: You, go fetch me some coffee and some jumbo tampons for Hellkat.

Desolation’s finger turns towards the second stagehand as the first one rushes off quickly.

Desolation: You, dance like a monkey.

Confusion sets into the stagehand’s face before he shrugs his shoulders and begins to scratch his head and his armpit, turning in circles. Desolation shifts his attention to the last stagehand now, who appears rather eager to fulfill his job duties.

Desolation: You, go find me a camel, a pink tutu, a giant plastic ear, as well as a comically oversized baby bottle, and also pick up some condoms while your at it. As long as they don’t have Sean Johnson’s face on the cover they’ll do. Now get going.

The stagehand salutes Desolation then scurries off while the young man who was standing next to him has now jumped onto the wall, hanging from a few bars and howling like a chimp. Desolation shakes his head before he turns his sights towards the two jobbers at his side, who finally notice the presence of the GM for the evening.

Desolation: And you two, fight to the death for my amusement. Using these sporks that I found.

The Dark Man pulls two plastic sporks from his pocket as the jobbers snatch them from his palm rather quickly. Desolation now crosses his arms and steps back, observing the two men who bend forward and begin to hit their sporks together as if they were sword fighting. Desolation grins, mildly amused by the fighting.

Excuse me chief, I’ve been told your running things around here....

Desolation’s eyebrow raises, not pleased with the interruption as he turns his attention towards none other than Donovan Cage. The fans on the inside of the arena boo loudly at the sight of the impressive newcomer to the ULW, who stares with disgust upon the GM, his thick arms crossed over his chest. Desolation rolls his eyes now before reaching into his pocket.

Desolation: Okay, it’s the black limo parked in front of the fire hydrant, have it pulled around to meet me at the back exit so I can escape without being raped by my adoring fans.

The keys jangle as they are quickly handed to a bewildered Donovan, who observes the familiar looking car keys in his palm. His eyes finally return to Desolation, who is once again enjoying the spork fight to the death.

Donovan: Whoa, whoa, you’ve got the wrong idea here buddy. I’m not a chauffeur driver or any of that crap, I’m the next best thing to hit the ULW. I’m the biggest signing that this federation has ever had, and it’s as a result of that, that I’m here to demand a title match be booked for me next week.

With a very serious, yet arrogant expression on his face Donovan stares straight into the surprised eyes of Desolation, who has finally turned to face him once again. There is a plain look on the features of the Dark Man, as he struggles for a response. Finally his lips begin to quiver as a chuckle starts to escape his vocal cords. He bends forward and places his hands on the shoulders of Donovan, leading in while laughing his ass off loudly.

Desolation: Hahaha, you must think I’m Mark Comeau or something, hahahaha!

Desolation continues to absolutely laugh as loud as he can at the prospect, leaning into Donovan, who fails to see the humor in his request. Before he can form a rebuttal though, a forearm is launched into the back of Cage, knocking him forward, Desolation stepping out of the way in the nick of time. Donovan spins around as Sean Johnson staggers into the camera’s frame, his knee wrapped up and covered in ice. He throws a right hand into the face of Donovan, and then does it once again, chaos erupting in the backstage corridor.

Johnson: You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you, you cheating mother fucker!

Donovan collapses back first against a crate as Johnson wraps his arm around his head, throwing rights into his face repeatedly. Desolation stands back watching this unfold but not doing much of anything. He turns back and forth with no enthusiasm whatsoever while softly yelling something.

Desolation: Oh my, someone help, oh dear, break them up.

He now yawns even louder than he was talking as Johnson continues to slug the head of Donovan repeatedly. Cage finally lifts his foot into the air and violently kicks the damaged knee of Genocide, causing him to shout out in pain and drop to a crawling base. He grabs his leg and yells out in pain, but is anger continues to drive him before Cage kicks him to the side of the head now and turns away from Sean, who has fallen onto his back. He quickly rushes off down the corridor with Johnson pushing himself up to his side, saliva dripping from his mouth as he seethes in absolute rage, at the point of pure implosion.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



ANARCHY RULES


A shrill old ladies voice can be heard speaking in the background as darkness abounds around a single finger. Only a trace of light can be seen from the end of a hallway as the darkened, shadowed mass moves towards it, his wide back facing the camera.

From the depths of hell, he’s sat and waited, watching.....

A woman’s scream can be heard as the demonic eyes of a figure open, the camera zoomed in upon them, accompanied by sinister laughter. An image of a figure slamming a big boot into the face of a wrestler is featured.

His wait has now come to an end, and with him, he shall bring about destruction....

The darkened figure in black and white is shown clotheslining someone down violently. It switches to the shadowy mass moving closer to the light.

He will bring with him pain.....

A figure is shown being hit with a brutal spinebuster, before it cuts to the same dark apparition throwing someone up high into the air.

He will bring with him, ANARCHY!

The woman’s voice becomes loud and angry as the shadowy mass is shown hitting a variety of powerful moves on numerous, helpless individuals, slamming each of them down to the canvas violently. It finally shows the gentleman standing with his back turned towards the camera, darkened as the light shine in from in front of him. He slowly turns his head to look over his shoulder, his eyes glowing red and his face still shadowed.

He will bring with him ANARCHY!!


ANARCHY VS. SEAN SPARKS


Sean Sparks walks out onto the stage area as “Rockstar” bys N.E.R.D plays, he stands on the ramp way being showered with boos from the crowd, when all of a sudden the ringside area goes pitch black. An explosion of fire blasts out from under the stage area, as Sean’s silhouette can be seen standing in a faint glow with a confused look on his face. “Electric Uncle Sam” by Primus starts to slowly fade into existence taking place of what used to be Sean Spark’s entrance music, A ring of fire starts to slowly form behind Sean Illuminating the stage area, from the middle of the flames arises none other than Anarchy wielding a steel chair. All of a sudden Anarchy leaps through the flames and lands a drop kick to the face of Sean Sparks, using the steel chair between his boots and the flesh of his opponent.

Douglas: A weapon already?

Mayne: I Like this new guy’s style Dan.

Douglas: But, I thought the alpha Generation were your boys Billy….

Mayne: Not this guy Douglas, He is making the Livewire Champ and the whole group look bad with all this losing.

Douglas: You mean former Livewire Champ?

Mayne: No Jackson Adams… you should know him by now Dan, He is the longest reigning ULW Livewire champion alive. The Man has held the title since ULW: Extinction for gods sake.

Anarchy now lifts Sean up by the hair on his head , places Sean’s head underneath his arm then DDTs him hard onto the metal surface of the stage. He then applies an S.T.F submission hold onto Sean, Sean screams out in Pain tapping out.

Mayne: HaHa don’t that loser Sparks know he can’t tap out yet, the match hasn’t even officially started.

Douglas: Thought Id never agree with you Billy, but your right.

Billy: Don’t make a habit of it Dan, or I’ll have to go Jackson Adams on you.

Anarchy releases the submission hold, he once again pick Sean up by the scruff of the neck and by his hair and drags him to the ring. Before rolling him into the ring however Anarchy slams Sean’s face into the ring apron. Anarchy slides into the ring as Sparks rolls around clutching his face, He wastes no time and heads to the top rope, Sparks stands up back towards Anarchy, as Anarchy launches his body from the top rope and lands a massive bulldog on Sparks.

Douglas: Wow I’m surprised Sparks nose isn’t broke after that one Billy.

Mayne: I hope it is, will teach him a lesson on how to listen to the strategy of Jackson Adams.

Douglas: What is the cower in fear and run away from your problems?

Mayne: He does neither, the man has brains unlike three fourths of the annihilation roster.

Douglas: Sure Billy, like the fans believe that.

Anarchy now getting to his feet once more, he looks down at the fallen Sparks, and smiles with a sadistic smile. He goes to put the Nightshade Noose on Sparks, however Sparks quickly scrambles to the ropes for his safe haven. Anarchy then grabs a foot and tries to drag Sparks up off the ropes, instead he is met with a boot to the face. Sean the quickly gets up and wipes the blood running from his nose, he then delivers a large right hand followed by another, and another. Sparks finishes the combo with a super kick to the face of Anarchy sending him to the mat.

Douglas: a bit of a comeback attempt by Sparks here Billy, how long you think it will last?

Billy: What was that Dan, I wasn’t paying attention I was flirting with this rather charming female, which is sitting behind me.

Douglas: Oh never mind Billy.

Sean still on the offensive lands a leg drop on the back of Anarchy’s neck, sending Anarchy rolling across the mat grasping the back of his neck, screaming in pain. Seam smirks cockily at the crowd as he stands quickly and brings Anarchy to his feet, he then throws an arm of Anarchy over his head and hooks a leg. Sparks now lifts Anarchy up and over with a pinning fisherman’s suplex.

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Mayne: Whew I thought this Sparks guy was going to make me eat my words Dan.

Douglas: He almost did there Billy, and what a bitter taste it would have been.

Mayne: Oh, Shut up Dan you pansy.

Sean then scales the turnbuckles as Anarchy lies motionless on the matt, Sparks Signals for the Last Flight.

Douglas: This could be it Billy… He might have Anarchy’s number here.

Billy stands up pointing

Billy: Ha Ha no he don’t look at that Douglas never take your eyes of the match so soon.

Anarchy jumped up very fast, took a running started and took two steps up t the middle turnbuckle, He then lands some right hands to the side of the head of Sparks. Out of know where he cracks Sean in the jaw with a hard right closed fist, sending Sean into a sitting position. Anarchy then brings his thumb across his throat and bends over tossing an arm of Sparks over his neck, Anarchy then plants his feet onto the top rope and lifts Sean up in a superplex position, however he manages to hold his balance for a few minutes before dropping backwards and making Sean land right on the top of his head folding him over like an accordion!

Mayne: OH….MY… GOD! Did you see that Dan?

Dan: Anarchy playing mind games with the Babyface, and probably just put him out of action with that move!

Anarchy: That is what you call falling from grace bitch!

Anarchy spits in the face of the unconscious Sean Sparks and then places his foot on the side of Sean’s face.

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Mayne: I knew it was over, no one could have survived that.

Douglas: Not even Jackson Adams?

Mayne: I wouldn’t go that far Dan, Adams is an Icon!

Anarchy steps away slowly with a very methodical, disturbing expression on his face as he glares down upon the motionless Sparks, who has been completely destroyed at his hands.

Billy: Another very impressive debut here tonight on Annihilation. We’ve got new stars coming out of everywhere.


A BUMPY RIDE


With more scornful boos the crowd reacts loudly to the sight of one Mark Comeau, the Annihilation General Manager standing with a very fearsome glint in his eyes as he looks back and forth. He tries to keep a watchful eye out for AWOL while standing beside his limo, which is parked, puttering and ready to take off. The camera joins Mark right in the middle of his conversation with none other than Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage, both men lurking before Comeau with very intense expressions on their faces, the title glistening over JA’s shoulder.

Mark: Listen guys, for obvious reasons I need to get the hell out of here immediately. There’s no telling what that sadistic bastard AWOL might do if he gets his hands on me tonight, can you imagine what it would be like not to have me here to run this show? It’s already been chaos tonight.

Rusty: Yeah, thanks to that idiot Desolation.

Rusty shakes his head repulsively at the thought of Desolation and his managerial abilities. Jackson nods his agreement with his co-member of the Alpha Generation. Comeau seems to be very impatient though, very determined to get out of the building right at this point in time, still incredibly nervous.

Mark: Yeah, yeah, I agree, but right now isn’t the time for us to sit and ramble endlessly about Desolation or AWOL. I need to get the hell out of this building, but before I leave, you two remember what needs to be done tonight, the last job requirement you have to fulfill?

Grins form on the faces of Jackson and Rusty, who both turn towards one another, nodding rather arrogantly.

JA: Don’t worry about it Mark, I’ll take care of it personally.

Reassurance sets into the features of Mark, who becomes a little less unnerved by the situation, yet he remains apprehensive of his surroundings.

Comeau: Okay, good. Anyway, like I said, I have to ditch this building right now before AWOL has time to recover from his match and come looking for me. You guys finish the job tonight and next week, we’ll take care of AWOL once and for all.

Jackson and Rusty nod in agreement, liking the sound of finishing off AWOL as Comeau turns towards his car and moves towards it quickly. He grabs the handle and pops the door open before hoping inside quickly. He takes one last look out over the arena with disgust on his features before he slams the door quickly, the camera switching to one inside of the limo. Mark fixes his jacket and continues to wear a disgusted expression on his face while getting comfortable on the black leather seat.

Mark: Driver, take me to the hotel right now.

Comeau continues to get situated before he looks around, realizing that the limo is failing to move. Speculation and confusion sets into the face of Mark, who doesn’t seem to like this situation whatsoever.

Comeau: Driver, I said go right now. We don’t have all day dammit.

The limo still fails to take off as Mark leans forward in his chair, glaring at the partition that blocks the view of the driver. Without warning it slowly begins to descend downward, opening up and revealing the gentleman occupying the driver’s seat, wearing a typical chauffeur’s cap. He turns slowly to stare back at the confused Mark, revealing himself as none other than AWOL. The GM jumps back in his seat, burying his back against it with terror taking over his features, absolutely horrified at the sight of the World Champion. AWOL grins at the sight of the terror in his eyes.

AWOL: Okay boss, I’ll get you there pronto, but word of advice, you may want to buckle your seat belt, because it sure is going to be a bumpy ride, hahahaha.

Mark grabs his door, trying to open it only for the lock to come down, sealing him in with no chance of escape. The partition slowly rises, closing and obstructing the view of AWOL in the driver’s seat. The limo takes up and speeds out of the arena rather quickly, causing the tires to spin out as smoke is kicked up as well. The last image is the taillights of the limo vanishing into the darkness of the night.


THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY


Orlando has his hands cupped over his mouth and nose, seated in the backstage area and leaning forward into them. His elbows are pressed to his knees, and his mind seems immersed in pure thought, absolute contemplation. Something seems to be troubling him, and not even the cheers of the fans reverberating through the backstage area can bring him out of this funk, can divert his attention from the troubling thoughts that plague him. Sweat streams down his body as he continues to sit on the bench, perhaps questioning where he could have went wrong in that amazing match against AWOL earlier in the night, asking himself what he could have done to walk away victorious. As these thoughts hassle him into the dressing room strolls none other than Lethal Weapon, who is in the process of sliding a single elbow pad over his arm. He seems to be getting ready for the impending cage match, at first not even noticing the troubled look on Orlando’s face before he bends forward to glare into his friend’s face.

Lethal: Orlando, hey Orlandoooooo....

Weapon snaps his fingers in front of the face of Cruze, who still fails to form a response, just continues to glare forward with no emotion. Lethal snaps his fingers again before Orlando finally raises his eyes to stare up at Weapon.

Weapon: Snap out of it man, what’s wrong with you?

At first Orlando fails to offer a response to this question before he finally lowers his hands away from his face and stops slouching.

Cruze: I was just thinking about what Tony Dull said to me earlier, how he implied that some of the fans thought that I dropped off the radar, that I wasn’t being considered a real threat anymore. Then AWOL is able to score that pinfall over me, it’s just got me thinking about things.....

Lethal merely scoffs and continues to adjust his elbow pad.

Weapon: Don’t worry about that man, it was a fluke pinfall is all, and certainly don’t take something that Tony Dull would say so seriously. The guy has barely been here what, a week? He has no clue what he’s talking about, he’s barely even been here a month.

Orlando: No, some of what he had to say made sense.

Cruze rises from the bench, still weighting his options it seems as Weapon glares at him oddly.

Cruze: I need to do something that will put me back on the map, that will make Orlando Cruze a household name again. And since I can’t challenge for the World title this month, I’m left with only one other option...

The speculation in Lethal’s face continues to grow as his eyes shift back and forth.

Lethal: So what are you going to do then Orlando?

A slight grin actually forms on Cruze’s face as he turns in the direction of Lethal slowly.

Orlando: You’ll find out next week, trust me, you’ll love it.

Orlando pats Weapon on the shoulder and marches towards the doorway, stepping through into the hallway. Weapon turns slowly to watch him disappear through the doorway, confusion setting into his face. His eyebrow raises slowly, confusion and concern inhabiting his features.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


LETHAL WEAPON VS. DESOLATION
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TOURNAMENT FINALS


The crowd is putting their hands together as the steel cage slowly begins to lower from the rafters, flicking lights going off all around it the massive structure. It settles around the ring, the imposing steel links of the chain being zoomed in upon by the camera.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, the time is here, the time is now, we’re ready for the steel cage match tonight that shall pit Lethal Weapon against Desolation, the finals of the contendership tournament.

Billy Mayne: If you asked me, Desolation signed his own death warrant by agreeing to this match tonight.

Dan: That could be the case, Desolation certainly is putting himself at great risk by stepping into the steel cage with Lethal Weapon here tonight, especially with what is on the line this evening. A shot at the World Heavyweight Championship at Retribution.

Mayne: These two should technically do nothing short of murder one another for this type of opportunity, and now they can legally do so in this type of match, and we have Desolation to thank for all of this.

The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audience. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

The Dark Man walks through the crowd, the fans parting way before him as he walks to the ring, eyeing the steel structure that lays before him.

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

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

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

Desolation drops onto the mats and looks over the cage closely before nodding with confidence and making his way up the steps, entering through the cage door by sliding through the ropes. He spins in a circle, pointing out over the crowd through the cage, which is really going nuts at the sight of him.

Douglas: And here is the GM for the night, a man who has certainly made this week’s show a very special, special occasion. A man who has altered the course of this franchise greatly throughout the course of this evening after putting together so many blockbuster matches and adding a few much needed changes to preexisting ones.

Mayne: Oh stop sucking the man’s dick already, Desolation gets enough of that from the loons. He ruined this entire show with his goofball antics and pointless, irrelevant shenanigans. He’s allowed the animals to take control of this jungle.

Dan: Well, most animals do run the jungle Billy.

Mayne: Shut up Dan, nobody likes a smart ass, which is why no one should be supporting Desolation here tonight.

The crowd is still cheering as Desolation stands in the ring, climbing to the top of the cage in one corner, and then looking out over the fans who are thoroughly supporting him. Desolation grins and drops down off the cage onto the turnbuckle when

The Sound of peaceful chords from a guitar strum away gently over the speakers as the fans in the arena turn on there seats to look up the long rampway toward the curtained off section of the ULW stage structure, the large video screen showing a man, darkened by shroud, suddenly the tune "My Life" by 12 stones blasts from the speakers and a light shines upon the man being filmed, the face of Lethal Weapon appearing from the darkness, his eyes turning to glare at the fans before it is replaced with images of his past, his history, the immortal Lethal Weapon destroying opponents every shape and size in his long illistrious career.

Suddenly he steps out from the back, his flash attire gone, replaced by ripped jeans, his trademark boots and no shirt, only his bare upper body, toned and ripped better then ever before, slowly he walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans, his face disgusted by what sits before him, a wrestling ring, the fans, the business as a whole, sickening to the eyes. He overlooks the cage now with speculation in his eyes, while Desolation gets himself pumped up for the impending battle.

Lethal makes his way up the stairs now, glaring at Desolation in the ring before he enters through the cage door, prepared for the finals of what has been a very grueling tournament for the number one contendership.

Douglas: Weapon here tonight, and looking ready and raring to go. Unlike last week, he doesn’t have to worry about any interference, or having to throw in the towel to put someone else over. This is going to be a straight up one on one match, no pointless, bullshit politics.

Mayne: Or so you think. Weapon made the worse choice of his professional wrestling career last week when he spit in Comeau’s face and refused to lay down for Jackson. Mark isn’t going to allow something like that to simply go down without retribution being in store.

Dan: Well hopefully that retribution doesn’t come tonight, because I’m really, anxiously looking forward to these two men clashing in the ring for the first time in their professional wrestling careers.

The fans are all standing, chiming in with excitement as Desolation hops and down, getting himself pumped up, Lethal grabbing the walls of the cage and shaking them to make sure they’re sturdy. The bell chimes in the background as both men glare at one another cautiously, the two moving in circles around one another slowly. Desolation bends down in front of Weapon and begins to step in, reaching his hands into the air as he gets ready to lock up with him in a Greco Knuckle lock type predicament. Lethal begins to hunch forward and reach out as well, their hands about to interlock when Desolations tands up and backs away, a smile creeping across his face. Desolation sticks one finger into the air, calling for a second as he puts his leg up over the top rope, stretching out a bit.

Weapon rolls his eyes and points to the center of the ring, demanding that they lock up while he is still bent forward. Desolation stretches a bit more and begins to move forward, rubbing his hands together anxiously. He briefly blows on his palms and slaps them together again with excitement before he reaches out slowly. Both men’s hands are just a few inches away from one another’s again, their fingers about to touch when Desolation stands up, patting his hand over his mouth, yawning. He begins to stretch his arms and turn away from Weapon, who looks as if he’s had enough with the comical stalling by Desolation. He stands up and shouts at Desolation, slapping his hands together and demanding he lock up with him already. Desolation turns around, looking offended as he responds.

Desolation: Hold on Weapon, hold on, I’ll do it when I’m ready.

Lethal is shaking his head with his hands on his hips before Desolation takes a deep breath and sighs before scratching his lower extremities violently.

Desolation: Now I’m ready.

Desolation bends forward and sticks his hands out in the direction of Weapon, who stops as he looks at the hand of the Dark Man which he used to scratch himself. Lethal shakes his head and demands he clean his hand off before they lock up, Desolation now being the one who rolls his eyes and sighs in an exasperated manner. Desolation sticks his hand out and begins to swipe it on the referee’s shirt without Ingelson even noticing at first. Alex suddenly spots the hand and jumps back in shock as Desolation sticks both palms out in front of himself again.

Mayne: Come on, stop all the stalling dammit and get this match started. This shit isn’t even funny.

Douglas: If find it slightly amusing.

Desolation and Lethal begins to step forward slowly for the Greco knuckle lock, once again finding themselves seconds away from tying their hands together in the grip. That’s when Desolation stops and drops down suddenly, beginning to tie the laces in one of his boots as the fans start to laugh, the Dark Man calling for one second. Lethal steps back, appearing irate that Desolation still refuses to get this match started. He finally steps forward without warning and grabs Desolation by the back of the head, standing him up and rushing him straight at the ropes. Before Desolation has time to react he is thrown face first into the cage wall, bashing off it violently and staggering backwards. He is met with a sickening knife edge chop across the chest by Weapon as a result, staggering Desolation once more. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of the way that the agitated Lethal got this match started.

Weapon steps forward and grabs the staggered Desolation by the back of the head, clocking him to the jaw with a forearm strike that almost takes him out of his boots. Lethal clocks him across the face and then does it once again with sharp, hard right hands to the jaw, knocking him backwards slowly. Weapon now reaches down and grabs the hand of Desolation, then clutches the other one, looking around at the fans while laughing over the fact that he’s got his opponent in the knuckle lock finally. As soon as he does though, Desolation lifts his foot into the air and buzzsaw kicks the back of Lethal’s thigh. The crowd going nuts as Lethal breaks the hold and lifts his leg into the air, groaning in pain from the kick. Desolation steps up behind his other leg now and delivers a second sick, stiff buzzsaw kick to the back of his thigh. Lethal collapses onto his back upon the canvas, grabbing both thighs and groaning in pain.

Desolation drops down beside Lethal, grabbing his arm and folding it over backwards, immediately locking him in a top wrist lock. Lethal is still spread across his back, kicking his legs as Desolation has his arm tightly locked up in this hold, keeping him completely grounded upon the canvas. Weapon grinds his teeth and tries to fight his way upward, trying to sit up only to be kept on his back by Desolation.

Douglas: This match getting off to a brutal start with Lethal just flinging Desolation straight into the cage. But now the Dark Man is slowing this thing down immediately in order to focus on methodically dissecting a body part.

Mayne: Ha, who would think to associate the words, “Desolation,” and “slow,” together.

Lethal suddenly bridges himself up off the canvas with Desolation still holding him in the top wrist lock. As Weapon gets up to his feet while bridging over backwards he suddenly falls to his side opposite the one Desolation is standing at, forcing him to be flipped over in that direction with almost a version of an arm drag. Desolation crashes across his back as Lethal reverses the grip on his wrist in the possible, turning around to face the down Dark Man while lifting his arm into the air and placing it in a textbook arm lock quickly. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Weapon establishes the hold with great strength and vigor. Desolation tries to pull his arm free, but can’t, still feeling the effects of that face first collision with the cage.

Lethal basically has Desolation caught in the same predicament he, himself was in just a few moments ago, grounding the leader of the loons, the Dark Man. Desolation now rolls over backwards in the direction of his head, Lethal keeping a hold of his arm though as he stands up straight. Desolation rolls in reverse right onto his feet as Lethal steps around under his arm, placing it in a ringer at first before swinging around with his foot and connecting with a stiff kick to the gut of the former World Champion. Desolation bends forward, gasping in pain as Lethal steps to his side and places him in a side headlock submission, almost a version of the neck cravat. He really has it locked in upon Desolation, who throws a forearm into the spine of Lethal, followed by another shot until he places his hands to his back and shoves him off forward into the ropes.

Weapon turns and bounces off the cables back first and then comes back in at Desolation who drops down to the canvas in front of him, onto his stomach. Lethal jumps over Desolation and continues into the ropes, bouncing off those cables and coming back in. Desolation stands up in front of him and jumps into the air as Weapon bends forward, rushing under him and continuing into the cables. He hits those now and comes back in as Desolation lands on his feet in front of Lethal and then jumps into the air, connecting with a leg lariat to the throat of Weapon, knocking him down to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Desolation falls to his back as well, rolling onto his side and appearing pleased with his actions. He crawls towards Lethal and drops down on top of him almost, locking his arms around his neck, placing him in a laid out side headlock submission.

Douglas: Desolation connecting with that leg lariat of his, a very athletic move followed up with yet another submission hold expertly established at his hands.

Mayne: Can you possibly go ten minutes without completely and utterly furthering Desolation’s ego? I mean, isn’t it big enough already, without you constantly contributing to it?

Dan: The man has talent, would you rather me ignore that fact?

Desolation is still really locking in the hold on Lethal who tries to bridge his way up off the cables once more. He does so as and spins around quickly only for Desolation to raise to his knees and lock in a regular version of the side headlock now, really applying it. Weapon grinds his teeth as Desolation grinds his arms across the sides of his face. Lethal forces himself up to his feet though, pushing Desolation up to a standing base as well, the submission still applied though. Desolation changes it up though, switching around behind the back of Lethal and grabbing his arm, placing it in the hammerlock submission. He keeps that applied for only a moment before he reaches out with his foot, hooking it around the front of Lethal’s. He pulls it up into the air, causing Lethal to collapse forward onto the canvas before Desolation drops down into a forward roll. He turns around onto his knees as he spins to face the laid out Lethal, placing him in a front gantry submission this time. Instead of keeping that hold locked in though, he pushes himself forward, sitting on top of the head of Weapon and reaching out, grabbing his arm. He lifts Weapon’s wrist into the air and pulls his arm towards the head of Lethal, bending his shoulder at a very disturbing angle.

Lethal kicks his feet several times, trying to fight out of the hold to the best of his abilities, beginning to force himself up to his feet throughout the process. Desolation is forced to stand up while still straddling the head of Weapon who is bent forward. Lethal reaches out with his free hand, hooking it around the ankle of the Dark Man, tripping him up backwards onto the canvas. He lifts his leg into the air, causing Desolation to break the hold and collapse onto his back. Lethal keeps the leg of Desolation held up in the air as he twists at his ankle with both arms, applying tremendous pressure upon it. Desolation tries to turn over onto his stomach though, rolling in that direction. Lethal releases his ankle though and then jumps forward at the arm of Desolation. He falls down beside him and lifts the arm into the air, placing it in a quick fujiwara out of nowhere.

Mayne: Some very textbook chain wrestling submission based holds being exchanged between these two legendary competitors. Although I’d like to see them go ahead and start ripping each other limb from limb.

Douglas: Indeed, as would I, but due to the fact that neither of these men really know each other that well in the center of the ring, we’re getting a very good feeling out process. It’s only a matter of time though before both of these men start to rip into each other however, I’m sure.

Desolation is still locked in the hold as he begins to push himself up onto his knees, elevating Lethal’s bottom off the cable a little. The Dark Man reaches around with his free hand, trying to tickle the under arm of Weapon enough to get himself free of the hold. Lethal elbows his hand away though as Desolation forces himself to rise to his feet instead, getting to a standing base quickly. Weapon steps around under his arm though and then turns to face Desolation, placing him in an arm ringer instead. He has it perfectly locked in as Desolation grinds his teeth, trying to find a way out of the submission. He quickly drops down to the canvas into a front forward roll. He ends up on his seat with Weapon still holding onto the hand before he falls backwards onto his spine once more, lifting his feet into the air. He locks both of his ankles around the wrist of Weapon and utilizes them to pull Lethal downward in the direction of his body. Desolation sits up and reaches up with his arms, wrapping them around the head of Weapon as he applied the side headlock yet again.

The crowd starts to cheer and clap their hands with pride at the sight of such a clever reversal into this hold by the technically superb Desolation. The Dark Man remains in a kneeling base, hunching Lethal over into the side headlock. Desolation breaks the submission for a moment and grabs the hair of Lethal, beginning to headbunt him to the back of the cranium repeatedly. He then reapplies the side headlock submission and stands up straight, getting further leverage upon the hold, utilizing all of his strength to torque the noggin of the Legend. Lethal begins to fight though almost immediately, throwing a forearm into the ribs of Desolation, and then doing it again. He now elbows him to the mid-section, causing Desolation to bend forward. Lethal pulls his head free and stands up straight, wrapping his arms around the neck of the Dark Man. He twists at his head, placing him in the neck cravat now with the crowd having a mixed reaction at the sight of this.

Desolation’s face becomes a shade of red as Lethal continues to twist at his head violently in this hold. Suddenly Desolation cartwheels over sideways though, straight out of the hold before he charges backwards into the ropes in front of Weapon. Lethal bends forward when Desolation stops just short of him, grabbing the back of Lethal’s head and jumping into the air as he gets his knee up. He pulls Lethal down straight into his shin as Desolation collapses onto his back beneath him in the process. Weapon bounces off and stands up straight, holding his forehead in pain.

Douglas: What a counter by Desolation, reversing that back drop position into a hard shin shot to the face almost. I’m not even sure what you would call that.

Mayne: Well, Desolation is notorious for confusing the living hell out of people. I mean, I’m still trying to make sense of why Desolation would even put himself in this type of match so willingly.

Desolation gets to his feet and rushes at the staggering Lethal, who suddenly bends forward, catching him. He hoists Desolation into the air and spins around before driving him down to the canvas with a hard spinebuster slam. As soon as he hits the move Lethal hooks the leg and pulls it up, going for the pinfall.

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Desolation kicks out relatively quickly while turning onto his side. Weapon gets to his feet though and immediately starts towards the cage door. He shouts for it to be opened as the referee begins to do so, opening up the structure of Weapon to escape already. He bends forward, beginning to slide through the ropes and escape the cage when Desolation crawls up behind Lethal. Weapon’s upper half is through the cage door, bending forward to slide through the ropes when Desolation grabs the back of his pants, rolling him up in reverse into a school boy pin.

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Lethal kicks out with the crowd screaming, the referee closing the cage door quickly. Lethal stands up and rushes towards Desolation quickly, who has also gotten to a standing base. He throws a lariat only for Desolation to duck under it, getting behind his back quickly. Weapon turns to face him when Desolation connects with a blistering knife edge chop across his chest, which causes the crowd to woo loudly and have a massive reaction. Desolation steps back and then delivers a sharp buzzsaw kick to the sternum of Lethal as well, the shot knocking him backwards into the ropes. The fans groan at the sound of the lethal shin kick to Weapon’s chest. He pulls his hand back and slaps it over the chest of Lethal once more with another knife edge chop, leaving a red streak across it.

Desolation grabs the wrist of Lethal, stepping around under it and pushing him back first against the cables before he whips him across the ring. Lethal reverse it however, instead sending Desolation into the ropes. The Dark Man bounces off the cables and comes back in when Weapon steps to the center of the ring and catches Desolation, swinging him around into a tilt a whirl. Desolation spins out of it though and lands on his feet in front of Weapon, who rushes forward quickly. Desolation drops down into a basement dropkick to the shin of Lethal, knocking him down to a crawling base. Desolation stands up quickly and rushes into the ropes at his side, bouncing off the ropes, coming back in with another basement dropkick to the side of Weapon’s face. The crowd groans at the stiffness of the collision, as Lethal rolls onto his back, holding his face in pain.

Mayne: Lethal, how utterly pathetic are you man!?! Get up and do something. I’d rather see a man who doesn’t help the business move on in the tournament than a man who is slowly destroying it.

Douglas: That’s the most bullshit statement I’ve ever heard Billy. Desolation has really helped this federation grow over the past few months, and through a series of great matches has helped to establish this new Annihilation brand. If anyone deserves a title match, it’s this man, who has gone undefeated since his in ring return at Paranoia.

Lethal lies on his back, holding his face when Desolation stands up and quickly charges into the ropes. He bounces off of them and comes back in before jumping high into the air. He connects with a huge double stomp directly to the mid-section of Weapon, bouncing off and landing on his feet beside the body of Lethal, who rolls onto his hands and knees, groaning in anguish. Desolation steps around in front of him quickly though and lifts his leg into the air, blasting Weapon to the chest with another hard kick. Lethal shouts out in pain, his body contorting from the anguish of the kick when Desolation steps back and delivers another brutal shot to his sternum. This kick echoes even louder than the last one and has Lethal barely remaining on his knees, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Desolation rushes into the ropes in front of Weapon now, bouncing off the cables and coming back in for a big move. He jumps forward and connects with another basement dropkick directly under the jaw of Weapon, sending him flying backwards. He crashes into the canvas and rolls over across it into the ropes.

A very glazed over, confused glint fills the eyes of Weapon, who has been kicked the hell out of in this match thus far. Desolation crawls to the center of the ring and then stands up, making his way in the direction of the cage wall. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of it as he starts to climb out of the steel structure, the fans cheering loudly.

Douglas: Desolation about to escape the cage and move on to face AWOL for the title at Retribution!

Mayne: No, please, please Lethal, do something, save us from this misery!

Lethal begins to crawl towards Desolation, very shaken by all of the kicks he’s taken to the body from the former World Champion. Desolation has reached the midway point, reaching up and grabbing the top of the cage wall, trying to muster the strength to pull himself over. Lethal suddenly crawls in and reaches up, clutching the ankle of Desolation, keeping him from going any further. Desolation kicks his hands away though before Lethal starts up the ropes, throwing a blistering forearm over the back of the Dark Man. He now scales up to the top rope, using the cage wall to help him in his attempt. Lethal gets up onto the top rope beside Desolation now, who back elbows the ribs of Weapon, trying to knock him down. He retracts his hand and blasts the chest of Lethal again with another stiff, devastating chop that almost knocks Weapon to the canvas below. He keeps a hold of the cage wall though and now grabs the back of Desolation’s head, ramming it directly into the mesh wiring.

The skull of Desolation bounces off the cage as his eyes roll to the back of his head. Instead of being given time to recuperate though, Weapon slams him forehead first into the cage wall again, this time almost knocking him over. However, Lethal keeps the face of Desolation placed to the cage, beginning to rub it back and forth across the wiring with the fans having a loud mixed reaction. Desolation is yelling out in pain as his face is ripped away at by the cage, his flesh being peeled by the metal surface. He retracts his head from the cage now, revealing blood dripping down from his forehead as Weapon bends down and buries his shoulder into the spine of Desolation. He lifts the Dark Man up and drops back off the ropes, super back drop suplexing him down to the canvas with violent impact. The fans react loudly with the collision of both men’s bodies, violently impacting the canvas as they now lie side by side, barely moving.

Billy: Both men crashed and burned to the canvas after that back drop suplex. But thankfully Desolation took the worse of it.

Douglas: We knew this match was going to get violent, was going to get disturbing, and that’s exactly what we’re starting to see happen right now as the competitive edge of both of these men is starting to shine through.

The fans are standing and watching closely as both men remain spread out across the canvas, Desolation’s hand over his lower back, turning onto his side as he shows how much pain he is truly in. Weapon turns away from Desolation, getting into a crawling base as he eyes the cage door once more, knowing that this is his opportunity to escape. He begins to crawl towards it as quickly as his already battered body will allow, the cage door opening and the fans screaming as they realize that he may truly get out of this steel structure this time and move on in the tournament. With sweat beading down his body he begins to slide under the ropes, starting to crawl from the cage, everyone standing and watching closely.

Suddenly Desolation’s hands grab the ankle of Lethal, keeping him from making it through. In desperation Weapon tries to push himself out of the cage, yet Desolation keeps a hold of his ankle, refusing to allow him to do so as the bleeding former World Champion stands up and physically starts to drag him towards the center of the ring. Lethal tries to grab the ropes but is pulled to the center of the ring nonetheless, unable to stop the momentum of the brutalized Desolation. The Dark Man bends forward quickly, beginning to tie up the legs of Lethal around one another, as he possibly sets for the Curb Stomp now. Lethal begins to fight though, trying his best to block Desolation from hitting the lesser version of his finishing move. He suddenly breaks his legs free now and rolls over onto his back, lifting his legs into the air and placing them to the sternum of the bent forward Desolation.

Before any move can be hit though, Desolation grabs the ankles of Lethal and pulls them apart, sticking them under his armpits and dropping back. He sends Lethal soaring through the air and crashing face first into the cage wall with a huge catapult, the crowd going nuts. Weapon staggers backwards, looking incredibly dazed as Desolation stands up behind him and grabs a hold of Lethal’s hair with both hands. He charges him at the steel cage and throws him over the ropes, face first into the wall once more. Lethal hits the cage and stumbles back, not going off his feet surprisingly, a small cut is opened up just above his nose as he tries to plant his feet and keep from going down. Desolation turns and rushes into the ropes behind Lethal, bouncing off of them and coming back in quickly, going for something big when Weapon turns around unexpectedly and bends forward. He places his hands to the inner thighs of Desolation and throws him up into the air, over his head in the direction of the cage wall. Instead of crashing into it though, Desolation grabs the cage with both hands and now begins to climb it, the fans exploding into cheers.

Douglas: Oh my God, what agility, what fast thinking, Desolation grabbing the cage wall in perfect position to escape. He’s going to make it!

Mayne: No, no, no, no, no, that lucky bastard and his perfect timing.

The fans are still going nuts as Desolation climbs quicker than a nimble monkey up the cage wall, getting to the top immediately. Lethal climbs up after him though as fast as his body will allow, reaching the top rope before he extends his hand outward and grabs the back of Desolation’s pants by the belt line. He keeps him from going over as the upper half of Desolation was already over the cage wall, moments away from escaping. Anger sets into Desolation’s eyes as he tries to free himself, trying to get out of the grasp of Lethal in order to fall over to the other side and win this match. Every fan is standing as Lethal blasts Desolation over the back with forearm strikes again and now steps around under his legs. He turns to face the ring, dragging Desolation down thighs first onto his shoulders, the fans watching closely in shock as Weapon prepares to powerbomb him to the ring below.

Desolation’s eyes widen with surprise and shock as Lethal pulls him away from the cage wall and now begins to jump off. Before he can do it though, Desolation drops back into a huge hurricarana, flipping Weapon over as both men crash to the canvas below. Lethal slams into the ring hard, sitting up immediately with a very dazed expression on his face while Desolation crashes onto his hands and knees.

Dan: WHAT A COUNTER, WHAT AN AMAZING COUNTER!

Mayne: How did of a man of Desolation’s size pop his hips quick enough to counter into that hurricarana? It’s not fair that he’s so well rounded.

Weapon lies somewhat motionless on the canvas as Desolation pushes himself up to a crawling base. With desperation Desolation quickly crawls towards him and drops down into the cover, hooking his leg.

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Lethal shoots his shoulder from the canvas, every fan in attendance vocalizing their shock over this, thinking that the Dark Man may have had it won. Desolation rolls into a crawling base, blood dripping from his scalp and rolling down his face shock setting into his already exhausted features. Weapon begins to turn and trying to push himself up to the best of his abilities while Desolation gets to his feet and turns towards the cage door as well. He realizes that this is his opportunity, beginning to move towards it with as much strength as his body will allow. He stumbles towards it slowly with his body aching from head to toe, bending forward and beginning to slide through the ropes in order to escape the cage. The fans once again begin to show their support, thinking he may truly get out of the steel structure this time and become the number one contender for the title.

Right as he puts his first foot on the apron, Lethal steps up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist. Desolation is shocked as the determined Weapon pulls him back through the ropes and into the ring before dropping backwards into a huge German suplex. Desolation slams into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders as Lethal keeps in the waist lock, the fans all standing and screaming this last second move by Weapon. Lethal rolls over to his knees and keeps his arms wrapped around the waist of Desolation, pulling him up to his feet as the slightly bloodied Weapon glances over his shoulder at the turnbuckle. He turns his back towards it and falls in reverse, release German suplexing Desolation back first into the top turnbuckle pad. The crowd screams out loudly over the collision, Desolation hitting the turnbuckle hard and then yelling out at the top of his lungs.

Douglas: Lethal stopping Desolation from escaping the cage with those desperation German suplexes.

Mayne: But as you can see, his desperation paid off in a big way, because he may have just broken the back of Desolation with that German into the turnbuckle.

Desolation remains standing somehow, stumbling out of the corner in the direction of Lethal, who stands up and wraps his arms around the waist of the Dark Man. He drops back, flipping Desolation over into a huge belly to belly suplex which slams the body of the former World Champion into the canvas with great impact. Both men remain laid out on the canvas now, bleeding from the foreheads and trying to work up the strength to stand. Lethal gets to his elbows and knees first, breathing heavily, looking to be in a lot of pain while Desolation starts to will his way up as well. Weapon steps towards Desolation, who is crouching, and catches him with a forearm to the side of the head. Lethal lifts his elbow into the air and drives it down over the back of Desolation’s head, causing him to drop to one knee. He now pulls him by the hair into a forearm shiver to the side of the face once again. Lethal turns away from him then and charges into the cables in front of Desolation, bouncing off and coming back in.

Without warning Desolation stands up and slaps the taste out of Weapon’s mouth with a sickening open hand palm strike to the cheek. Lethal is dazed greatly before Desolation slaps the other side of his face with an equally as disturbing slap, that almost knocks Weapon out of his boots and down to the canvas. Lethal remains upright though, blood dripping down his face as the crowd screams at the sound of the slaps. Desolation kicking him to the thigh with a stiff shot, and then doing it to the other side before stepping away from Weapon and kicking him hard to the chest with a blistering shin shot. The crowd groans again as Desolation spins around now and back heel kicks the gut of Weapon, bending him forward from the vicious shot. Desolation charges into the ropes in front of Lethal after hitting a karate style rush assault on Weapon, bouncing off the cables and coming back in. As he rushes in, Lethal stands up suddenly and catches him around the waist, dropping back as he flips Desolation over into a belly to belly suplex. Desolation is sent flying upside down into the ropes as well as the cage wall, bouncing off and collapsing to the canvas with the fans cupping their mouths in shock over what they just witnessed.

Mayne: As if the German into the turnbuckle wasn’t bad enough, now Desolation is sent with a belly to belly suplex into the damn cage wall! I’m loving his decision to make this a cage match now, hahaha.

Douglas: That was one of the sickest things I think I’ve ever seen. These guys are just ripping each other apart for that number one contendership.

Billy: Well, they both realize that after this month, the title may be going back to Vengeance if neither of them win at Retribution, they realize that if they don’t get a shot now, they won’t have one for a long while.

Douglas: I can’t believe smart things periodically pop out of your mouth.

Mayne: It’s better than the things that go into yours.

Desolation spills through the ropes onto the apron, between the cables and the cage wall. He looks to be in serious, horrific pain, his back tore apart from those Germans and now that disturbing belly to belly suplex. Weapon stands up slowly, his body killing him as blood drips down his nasal passage. He spots Desolation starting to stand up on the apron, his body pressed back first to the cage wall when Lethal rushes across the ring and bounces off the opposite ropes. He charges through the ring and dives through the ropes with a spear directly to the gut of Desolation that sends him flying back first into the cage wall. Lethal’s whole body turns sideways as he flies through the ropes and hits the cage as well, falling to the apron ribs first next to a now seated Desolation. Another loud groan, as well as a few, “ohs” and “awes,” escape the lips of the excited fans as both men remain on the apron, barely moving after the intense war that has waged between them.

Lethal, who used his own body as a weapon, rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, while Desolation remains seated on the apron, a very dazed glint in his eyes. He can barely move with blood streaming down his face while Lethal gets to his hands and knees, beginning to crawl across the ring into the farthest turnbuckle away from the Dark Man. Blood spills from his nose, mixing with his sweat as he grabs the ropes, pulling himself up the turnbuckle with all of his strength. The energy in his body is dwindling badly as he begins to scale the turnbuckle slowly, the fans standing and rejoicing, yet some confused as to why he doesn’t go for the door. With little speed Lethal gets to the top rope and grabs the cage wall while resting on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Desolation begins to stir, rolling under the ropes to the inside of the ring and getting to a crawling base, more so bloodied and battered than his opponent.

Dan: Lethal is going for the top of the cage, he could be mere moments away from becoming number one contender.

Mayne: I pray for the sake of all that is good and holy that he does, can you imagine another title reign with Desolation? The thought horrifies me, and wakes me up in a cold sweat at nights.

The fans are standing as Lethal climbs up the cage slowly, absolutely exhausted, battered, bruised and aching from every inch of his tired frame. Lethal is getting closer and closer to the top, beginning to pull himself over when Desolation gets a burst of adrenaline, charging at the turnbuckle and jumping into the air. He lands feet first on the top cable and reaches out with his arms, wrapping them around the waist of Weapon and then dropping backwards. He flips Lethal over with a German suplex from the top rope, Weapon crashing into the canvas across his face and chest, popping up onto his knees immediately. A look of near death befalls Lethal’s face before he tumbles sideways into the canvas across his back, which is the same way that Desolation is laid out. Everyone in attendance is standing up, screaming loudly and chanting.

Fans: ULW, ULW, ULW!!

Neither man seems receptive to the chant, knocked completely through a loop by the intense, all out insanity of this number one contenders match.

Billy: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!

Douglas: Lethal Weapon German suplexed from almost the top of the cage by Desolation, who seemingly got that one last burst of energy in this brutal cage match. My God what is it going to take for one of these two to put away the other? They’ve hit one another with absolutely every......hey, wait a minute here, what is this bullshit?

The fans start to wail on none other than Jackson Adams verbally, as he appears from the curtains, the Livewire title once again wrapped around his waist and a ladder held under his arm. He doesn’t stop to pay attention to the fans as he quickly makes his way down the ramp, the ladder tucked under his arm.

Billy: Yes, it’s Jackson Adams. I told you Dan, didn’t I tell you that Mark Comeau would have something in store for this cage match.

Douglas: Dammit, your not right often, but tonight, unfortunately you were.

Jackson begins to set the ladder up next to the cage, the referee obstructing him from entering through the doorway. The official on the inside, also tries to keep from climbing up the cage wall, hence the use of the ladder as JA positions it next to the imposing steel structure. He mumbles something under his breath while beginning to climb the ladder, the fans booing their heads off in frustration as JA makes his way up each and every single rung, trying to reach the top of the cage.

Douglas: Somebody stop this, somebody stop Adams from ruining this cage match we’re witnessing, please!

JA has gotten to the top of the ladder when the fans explode into cheers, Nathan Creed rushing down the ramp quickly, dressed in his street attire. He quickly grabs the side of the ladder without JA knowing and tips it over sideways towards the cage. Jackson’s eyes open wide with shock as he turns and falls into the cage wall, grabbing a hold of it and keeping himself from crashing to his doom. However Nathan quickly steps in and grabs Jackson by the ankle, pulling him down off the cage wall as he lands on his feet in front of him. Nathan immediately chops Jackson across the chest, knocking him backwards in the direction of the barricade.

Mayne: Creed, you idiot! Do you have any idea what your doing!?!

Douglas: He’s keeping Jackson from ruining this match, and he’s also getting some more payback on his most heated rival in the ULW.

Jackson is knocked backwards with another chop to the chest, which causes him to hit the barricade back first before Creed unleashes a roar and charges straight into Adams. He connects with a lariat that knocks both men over the barricade and sends them crashing into the sea of humanity, which is going nuts at the sight of both men who will meet at Retribution in the TLC match fighting it out right now, directly in front of their eyes. Jackson stands up as quick as he can, trying to run away from Creed, who grabs the title belt around Adams’ waist, desperately trying to rip it off and get back his gold. JA turns around and rakes the eyes of Nathan though before taking off into the crowd, Nathan partially blinded but still in hot pursuit. Inside of the cage Desolation has now gotten onto his elbows and knees, bleeding and sweating heavily as he glares at the cage door, which the referee now has open. The fans are buzzing with excitement as Desolation begins to desperately crawl towards it, obviously in great pain, but refusing to relent in his quest to escape the steel structure.

Douglas: Nathan Creed taking care of Jackson Adams, and now Desolation has the chance to finally escape this cage, to finally become the number one contender.

Mayne: I can’t believe this, after that German from almost the top of the cage, Lethal may be just powerless to stop him. Where’s another run in when you need it?

The fans are slapping the barricades and stomping their feet as Desolation crawls closer, inch by bloody inch towards the door. His arms fall over the apron, beginning to pull himself under the ropes to drop down to the outside mats. Every fan in attendance is going nuts, realizing Desolation may be seconds away from becoming number one contender. His upper half falls out of the cage, his hands hitting the stairs, his lower half remaining inside. Suddenly Lethal grabs both of Desolation’s ankles, keeping him from falling to the outside. Desolation desperately tries to fight free, attempting to the best of his abilities to escape the cage as Lethal stands up slowly, bleeding badly from the forehead. Desolation claws at the canvas as he is pulled backwards into the ring once more, the crowd crying out in exasperation and shock. Desolation begins to hop on one foot now as his other ankle is clutched in the hands of Weapon, turning to face him.

He jumps into the air now and swings around for the enzugari before Lethal falls sideways to the canvas, going into a corkscrew almost. He launches Desolation over knees first into the canvas with brutal impact, the fans groaning the sight of the collision. Desolation bounces up into a crawling base, yelling out in pain as Weapon stands up as quick as his tore up body will allow. He immediately steps over the head of Desolation, hooking both of his arms, setting up for his modified pedigree finishing move. Before he can hit the move Desolation reaches out with his arms, freeing them and grabbing the back of Weapon’s legs, lifting them into the air. Lethal crashes onto his back as Desolation tries to lock up the legs, attempting to get him in position for the Curb Stomp. Weapon pulls his legs free though and places them to the ribs of Desolation, pushing him off backwards into the ropes. Desolation bounces off and comes back in as Lethal rolls over in reverse onto his feet and now charges forward. As Desolation comes in Lethal catches him with a spear straight to the gut. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of the Golden Bullet Spear, taking Desolation down hard to the canvas.

Mayne: The Golden Bullet Spear, the Golden Bullet Spear by Lethal Weapon!

Douglas: He connected with that move out of nowhere. Will it possibly be enough for him to get the pinfall?

Lethal climbs into the cover quickly, with the fans screaming loudly, wondering rather he’s going to get the pinfall or not once and for all in this insane cage match.

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Everyone goes nuts in the arena, Lethal having gotten the win as he sits up, holding his arms high in victory when the official steps in and tells him it was just a two count. Weapon’s eyes open widely as he shouts the word, “what!?!” He obviously cannot believe he didn’t get the victory while Desolation lies on his side after shooting his shoulder from the canvas. Lethal begins to mouth off to himself as he rolls onto his knees and looks at the top of the cage, pointing up at it.

Mayne: He better climb out of the cage, he better!

Douglas: This is Weapon’s big chance, perhaps his last opportunity to get out of the cage, can he do it, can he become number one contender!?!

Lethal crawls towards the cage wall slowly, blood spilling down his forehead and dripping off his face to the canvas below. He barely has the strength to will his body onward in the direction of the cage, yet keeps going. He reaches up and grabs the cage wall, using it to pull himself up onto his feet. He slowly, with every ounce of energy remaining within his body wills his way up the cage very slowly, very methodically. Blood spills from his face while Desolation remains spread across the canvas, not moving an inch after the Golden Bullet Spear. The fans are still screaming loudly, all of them standing as Lethal pulls himself painstakingly over the top of the cage. His body is absolutely inflamed with anguish as he crawls on top of the cage wall, his leg going over the top of it while located in the corner of the walls. He lifts his other leg into the air, placing it over to the other side, his upper body still placed over the ring. He begins to climb down the cage now with the fans all standing up, cheering loudly, wondering rather he will make it or not when suddenly Desolation begins to stir.

Desolation turns onto his side and then pushes himself up into a crawling base, moving in the direction of the cage with every bit of strength left in his brutalized body. Lethal begins to climb down, about to fall to the outside mats and win this match when Desolation begins to scurry up the mesh as fast as he can. Sweat drips down his body as he begins to get closer and closer to Lethal, desperately going after him. Weapon is about to drop down to the outside mats when Desolation reaches over to the other side of the cage, grabbing the hair of Lethal.

Douglas: Desolation has caught Lethal, he’s caught Lethal!

Mayne: NO! Fall Lethal, fall, I don’t care if it kills you, at least you’d still win and Desolation wouldn’t.

Desolation climbs up onto the corner of the cage walls, pulling Lethal up with him who is still trying to get his head free. Desolation slaps the head of Lethal with a hard palm strike, and then does it again. The shots almost knock a bloody Weapon down to the mats below but Desolation grabs him by the hair once more and pulls him up onto the cage corner. Everyone in the arena stands up as Desolation places Lethal in a front gantry and begins to stand up, forcing Weapon up to a standing base as well. Desolation looks over his back before he grabs the back of a very dazed Weapon’s pants.

Douglas: Oh my God, no, no, don’t do it Desolation, don’t do it!

Without a seconds hesitation Desolation drops back, pulling Lethal off the top of the cage and into a super-superplex. Both men fly through the air and crash into the canvas brutally, everyone standing up and going nuts in shock over what they just witnessed, the superplex from such an extreme height.

Mayne: Sweet Jesus! Desolation just superplexed Lethal off the top of the cage, both of these men have to be dead right now!!

Douglas: Thst was the most disturbing thing I’ve ever witnessed, and your right, that may have crippled both men!

They remain spread out across the canvas with the fans standing, starting a holy shit chant as loud as they can, in disbelief over what they just witnessed. Desolation slowly rolls over in the direction of Lethal with blood dripping from his broken body as he places his arm over the chest of the Legend. The crowd is still standing as the official drops down and makes the count.

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An explosion of cheers emanate from the fans as Desolation pins Lethal Weapon.

Mayne: NOOOOO!!!

Douglas: Desolation has done it, he’s done it, he’s pinned Lethal Weapon after superplexing him from the top of the cage to the ring below. What a fantastic match, what an ending to the tournament. We have a new number one contender and his name is Desolation.

Mayne: Please, this can’t be happening, this can’t be happening. The memory of this tournament has been ruined, ruined I say with this highway robbery.

Desolation rolls onto his side, not having the strength to stand up or get to his knees as the official steps in and grabs him by the wrist. Desolation rises to his knees slowly, sweat dripping from his badly damaged body as his arm is still held up high by the official. Blood runs down the face of Desolation as the number one contender remains undefeated and now has a shot at the World title in his future at Retribution. He begins to stand up slowly, his body aching from head to toe while still keeping his arms raised in victory. Lethal turns onto his side, beginning to move finally as he glares at Desolation through his blood, nodding his head slowly and falling onto his back once more. Desolation stagger sinto the corner, falling into it and beginning to climb it slowly, lifting his arms into the air in victory. Everyone is going nuts at the sight of his huge win here tonight, and his now guaranteed shot at the title coming at Retribution.

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