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.



Once again, with thunderous, earth shaking applause, the fans rejoice as the show opens live upon the inside of the arena. Everybody is jumping up and down in great anticipation while fireworks erupt from every turnbuckle, as well as the rafters above. They shoot down to the stage, where another impressive, sparkling eruption occurs, pyros flying high into the air. The camera cuts over the crazed fans, the majority of them holding some unique signs, reading “Make Desolation Permanent GM,” “Jackson Adams is a Pussy,” and “AWOL= GOD.”

Dan Douglas: Welcome to tonight’s big telecast ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for Annihilation.

Just Stop by Disturbed continues to play in the background as the camera immediately shifts into an image of Jackson Adams standing beside AWOL, who has the World title placed over his shoulder. Desolation stands in a referee shirt between both men.

Billy Mayne: And you decided to tune in for what should be quite a show, as Jackson Adams, the savior of Annihilation, battles AWOL for the World Heavyweight Championship. Hmmm, I can smell a title change in the air tonight, hahahaha.

Dan: I’m sure yourself and Mark Comeau are banking on such transpiring here this evening, but Desolation, the rightful number one contender, and special referee this evening, may have a different idea.

Billy: He better not stick his nose in this World title match if he knows what’s good for him.

Douglas: I think he already has.


NATHAN CREED VS. ROMEO DAMASCUS
GRUDGE MATCH


Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena

“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”

The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans, Robin Brooks strolling out behind him. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring with the Xtreme title over his shoulder, the lights flickering around him. Brooks waves to the fans and slaps a few of their hands as Nathan nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Creed dashes to the squared circle, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match as he raises his Xtreme title belt high into the air for all his adoring public to see.

Dan Douglas: Nathan Creed out here for the first match of the evening, in what should be a truly intense contest pitting himself against none other than Romeo Damascus, who has been a thorn in the sides of both himself and Robin Brooks for weeks now.

Billy Mayne: If Nathan thinks he’s going to end it tonight, he’s very sadly, sadly mistaken, because that’s not what is going to happen in the slightest. In fact, Romeo Damascus is only going to make this hatred between himself and Creed and Brooks, grow astronomically. Why am I making that assumption? Well it’s simple, that’s what Romeo is good at, getting under people’s skin. He’ll do that tonight, and at Retribution when he faces Robin Brooks one on one.

Dan: I certainly cannot wait till Retribution just a few short weeks away when Robin Brooks and Romeo Damascus clash one on one, in a match that has been a year in the making really. However, Nathan clearly couldn’t wait till the pay-per-view to try and settle this war between himself and Damascus, especially based off what Romeo did to Robin last week in the 6 person tag team match.

Nathan stares up the ramp in the direction of the stage, his eyes burning a hole through them while Robin jumps onto the apron, glaring at it as well. They seem to both be very intense in their wait for Romeo, as they prepare for him to stroll through the curtains and get this brawl started. The lights slowly dim down, as the "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven starts to play softly over the PA. A purple light starts to shine on the stage, with the picture of a broken heart. The 'tron flickers to life, showing "Rip My Heart Out" then various video segments of him in action... when suddenly Romeo slides into the ring behind Nathan, clutching a steel chair. The fans are booing loudly as he rushes up behind Creed and slams the top edge of the chair directly into the back of Nathan’s thigh. Creed shouts out in pain as he tumbles off the turnbuckle and crashes onto his back, gripping his leg in horrid anguish.

Douglas: Wait a damn minute, Romeo attacking Nathan before this match could even get started, coming up from behind him with that steel chair!

Mayne: Hahaha, I told you, I told you Dan that Romeo was only going to further this feud. This man is too homicidal to resolve anything.

Dan: This is absolutely deplorable in every way.

Robin turns around and spots Romeo, who rushes forward and shoves her off the apron. Brooks crashes across the mats and goes into a roll while Romeo backs up, grinning widely. Nathan begins to stand up in the ring, still gripping the back of his leg as he turns, shocked towards Romeo, who lifts the chair into the air and violently brings it down over the head of Creed. The crowd screams as Nathan is knocked right back over onto his spine, wrapping his hands over his head, which has already been lacerated, blood dripping down his face. Damascus steps to his side and jumps into the air, sticking the chair under his leg and dropping it down over the face of the Future, causing his entire body to kick up into the air as a result. The fans are booing furiously as Damascus rolls onto his knees, really enjoying the brutality he is unleashing upon Creed.

Suddenly Robin slides into the ring though and rushes straight at Romeo, throwing right hands into his jaw repeatedly with the bell constantly ringing in the background, officially signifying that this match is over before it ever got started. Romeo is continuing to be knocked backwards by a furious Brooks, who’s face is blood red as a depiction of the anger within her. Damascus doesn’t seem to be doing much of anything to defend himself as Robin kicks him to the gut and grabs the side of his head, lobbing forearms into his temple.

Douglas: Robin Brooks taking it to the man she will face at Retribution, really beating the hell out of him!

Mayne: She’s only digging her own grave even further.

Suddenly more boos ring out from the jam packed crowd as Jackson Adams rushes down the ramp with the stolen Livewire title belt in hand. He slides under the ropes to the inside of the ring and stands up, gripping the belt tightly and looking furious. Brooks turns around, noticing the reaction of the fans as she walks right into the belt shot straight across her face, the Livewire title gold smacking into her features and knocking her down hard to the canvas. The crowd is absolutely irate over this as Jackson now stands over her with a pleasant grin from ear to ear. Romeo glares at Jackson for a second, who takes a step in reverse, putting his hands up in defense and shouting at Damascus that his fight is with Nathan Creed.

Billy: Hahahaha, now Jackson Adams has come to the rescue, he’s killing two birds with one stone here, Nathan Creed, the man he’ll face in the TLC match at Retribution, and his heated rival Robin Brooks as well.

Douglas: Dammit, this has crossed the line, this has went beyond acceptable even in the slightest, somebody stop this madness now, please!

Adams steps back with the belt in hand still, appreciating what he is seeing as Romeo motions for him to do something. JA grins and nods as he steps towards the down Robin who is gripping her forehead. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet quickly, dragging her almost motionless body towards the ropes. The fans begin to boo as yet again Jackson starts to tie Robin’s arms to the ropes, making her defenseless and forcing her to watch what happens to Nathan, powerless to do anything about it. Robin’s arms are wrapped up in the cables now, as she wakes up, a slight trickle of blood running down her scalp from the title belt shot. She begins to kick her legs and scream obscenities when JA grabs her by the hair and begins to slug her across the face repeatedly.

Romeo steps towards Nathan and grabs the chair off the cables, straddling his abdomen now and driving the steel mass downward into his ribs. Nathan curls in a ball, yelling at the top of his lungs with blood streaming down his face as Romeo throws down the chair and now grabs him by the hair. He rolls Nathan over onto his knees and steps over his back, wrapping his hands around his jaw and pulling him up into a camel clutch. Nathan can barely see straight through the blood running down his face yet Romeo holds his chin up so that he can glare at a screaming Robin tied up in the ropes. Jackson grabs Brooks by the jaw and holds her head up as well, making her stare straight forward into the bloody face of Nathan, who is also glaring at the crimson laced features of Robin. Both of them are powerless to save the other as Jackson laughs to himself heinously and Romeo glares at Robin with passionate, furious eyes.

Romeo: You ripped thine heart out Robin, now I’ll rip out Nathan’s!

Robin: NOOOO! NOOOOO!!!

Tears can be seen welting in the eyes of Robin, which only makes Jackson laugh all the harder. Romeo pushes Nathan over onto his back now, taking one last long look at the screaming Brooks, truly relishing this moment. He lifts his fist into the air now and punches the chest area over the heart of Creed, causing him to shout out in pain and immediately start puking up blood from his innards.

Douglas: Dammit to all hell, this is horrible, absolutely horrible!! I cannot believe the actions of Romeo Damascus and Jackson Adams here tonight, taking it to the opposition they’ll face off against at Retribution in just a few short weeks from now.

Mayne: What opposition, after what they just did to these two, there’s not going to be a thing left of them to face at the pay-per-view, hahahaha.

Romeo steps towards Robin, who is still looking at the crumbled Nathan and weeping as Damascus grabs her around the jaw and lifts her head to stare into his face, beginning to shout at her in anger.

Damascus: You will love me like I love you sweet Robin, or at Retribution you will find your demise.

Romeo releases Brooks and walks away while Jackson now steps forward and steps over Nathan’s body. He bends forward and begins to point and shout down into his face.

Jackson: Nathan, get use to looking up at me while lying on your back, holding title gold high in the air, because that’s what your going to see when we finish this at Retribution!

With spite Jackson slaps the taste out of Nathan’s mouth, sending blood flying through the air as Adams stands up and swipes his hand over his designer shirt. He continues to stare snidely down at Nathan before thrusting Creed’s Livewire title belt over his shoulder and turning away with a grin on his face. The fans are outraged as Damascus begins to step away as well, his entrance music hitting the PA system. He backs away, glaring at Robin with a sickening grin on his face while Adams slides through the ropes and stands on the apron, admiring the sight of a bloodied, battered, incapacitated Nathan.

Douglas: I cannot believe the way this show has gotten started tonight.

Mayne: It’s a wonderful kick off to Annihilation isn’t it?

Dan: NOO!

Romeo and Jackson have a great deal of space between them as they march up the ramp backwards, admiring their handiwork. Robin still tries desperately to get free of the ropes as officials now slide into the ring to check on the down Nathan Creed.

Douglas: I cannot believe the way this program has started tonight, with the most shocking turn of events I could have imagined. Romeo Damascus and Jackson Adams leaving both of their Retribution opponents laid out, I tell you, I find this absolutely appalling......

The arena lights shut off, and a sudden explosion of fire bursts forth from the stage. "Electric Uncle Sam" begins to play over the speakers as the fire licks out from under the stage. Anarchy rises from the center of the stage, surrounded by a circle of flame like the old Brood entrance. As the first line of the chorus of the song plays, a giant flaming red anarchy symbol burns across the Tron, and red lights pop on inside the arena. Anarchy walks to the ring, then looks down and raises his arms with a primal yell as flames fall from the ceiling of the E-Rena. Black strobes interrupt during the drum portions of the song, and then he stares at Robin still tied up in the ropes, unable to free herself.

Dan: Oh come on, this cannot be happening, this cannot be happening. Robin Brooks tied to the ropes, completely defenseless and now Anarchy is coming to the ring for their one on one match!

Mayne: What brilliant timing by Anarchy.


ANARCHY VS. ROBIN BROOKS


The lights return to normal and the pyros cut off, Anarchy staring with a sick grin upon Robin tied up in the cables, Nathan being rolled out of the ring by concerned officials, blood still dripping from his features. Anarchy slides into the ring now, staring into the face of Robin and then stepping towards her while Brooks tries her best to get free. She is still yanking at her arms trapped in the cables as Anarchy seems to be relishing this opportunity, cracking his knuckles slowly. He steps towards Brooks slowly, closing his fist and grabbing her by the hair as he continues to enjoy this moment.

Dan: Somebody do something, somebody get her out of those ropes, please, for the love of God!

Mayne: I don’t think anyone is listening, and I’m damn sure Mark Comeau’s not going to send out his fleet of security to save one of the enemies of his Alpha Generation.

Anarchy grabs the hair of Brooks as she screams obscenities at him. His fist is launched into her face, followed by another shot, and then another blow to her lacerated forehead. He grabs the ropes and begins to kick away at her ribs now with Robin screaming in anger at him, Anarchy stepping to her side and connecting with a vicious knife edge chop to boos from the arena. Anarchy connects with another stiff chop to the chest of Brooks, causing her to scream out in pain as the smirking figure strides to the center of the ring, tapping his temple. He only receives more boos from the crowd before shaking his head and turning towards Robin, rushing in only for her to get her feet up into the air. She drives them into the face of Anarchy, the fans going nuts as he is knocked backwards slightly by the shot, shaking his head back and forth, trying to get his noggin straight. He charges forward once more when Robin lifts her legs into the air, wrapping them around the neck of Anarchy, going for some type of head scissors.

Anarchy pushes her legs off though and sends her into a backwards flip over the cables, where she lands feet first upon the apron, her arms getting free in the process. A shocked Anarchy rushes forward when Brooks launches a forearm into his jaw, causing him to be staggered, stumbling backwards. Robin grabs the top rope and springs into the air, still a bit light headed, yet turns and lands gracefully on the top rope before flipping off backwards in the direction of the dazed Anarchy. The demonic figure spots her moonsaulting in his direction when he steps to her side and gets his knee up, Brooks landing ribs first on top of it. She screams out in pain as she pushes herself up onto her feet, wrapping her hands around her ribs while Anarchy stands up and grabs the back of her head. He rushes her forward directly at the ropes and pushes her down into a forward slide. She spills under the ropes and turns sideways, crashing back first into the mats and then yelling out in pain.

Mayne: Look at this, Anarchy dominating Brooks and making short work of her just like he did with the exiled member of the Alpha Generation, Sean Sparks last week.

Douglas: Brooks was left battered and prone, that’s the only reason Anarchy is getting the advantage currently in this singles bout. This whole show has just gone from bad to worse.

Nathan is being looked over by EMTs on the mats in front of the announce table, yet he seems to be giving them difficulties in trying to transport him. Anarchy slides through the ropes and onto the apron, glaring at Brooks who is standing up in front of the steel steps. He rushes across the apron and jumps off into a huge double axehandle when Brooks sidesteps him and places her hands to his back, pushing him down face first into the steps. He bashes off the steel and begins to stagger backwards with a dazed expression on his face as Brooks catches him and drops back into a hard Russian leg sweep, planting him spine first into the mats.

Anarchy arches his back from the mats, shouting in tremendous pain while Brooks gets to her feet, still all fired up and emotional with a bit of blood running down her face. She rushes at the apron and jumps onto it before turning to look over her shoulder at Anarchy, who has rolled to the end of the ramp. He begins to stand up slowly, shaking his head in pain when Robin springs intro the air, landing feet first on the second rope and then moonsaulting off directly at Anarchy. The crowd goes nuts as Brooks lands ribs first on the shoulder of her opponent, knocking them both down to the mats with a hard collision. Anarchy rolls to his side slowly, shaking his head after the collision from the moonsault and gripping his shoulder. The furious Brooks rises to her feet, still gripping her ribs when she connects with a kick to the side of Anarchy’s face. He stands up and staggers before Brooks begins to pivot between feet and connects with another quick karate style kick to the back of his thigh. Anarchy grabs his leg and begins to hop on it in anger as Brooks now spins around and kicks him to the gut, causing him to bend forward.

The official has stepped forward in the ring, continuing a ten count to disqualify them both as Robin grabs the back of Anarchy’s head, about to rush him at the barricade. As she does this, Anarchy reverses the whip though, instead turning to face Brooks and placing his hands to her chest and mid-section, lifting her into the air. He drops her down ribs first right on top of the barricade, Brooks bashing off hard and shouting in pain as she stumbles in reverse straight into the arms of Anarchy. He grabs Brooks by the back of the head, turning her to face the ring and rushing her at the squared circle, sliding her into the inside of the squared circle.

Mayne: This fight finally getting back into the ring, where Anarchy will only further continue to dominate this match. Just like Romeo dominated Nathan a few moments ago.

Douglas: Brooks has been keeping this thing fairly back and forth Billy, it hasn’t been one sided at all, and don’t keep bringing up the travesty we just witnessed.

Brooks rolls to the center of the ring, gripping her mid-section when Anarchy enters the squared circle and rushes up at her side. He connects with a straight kick to her ribs, knocking Brooks over onto her back as she wraps her arms around her mid-section. He lifts his elbow into the air and drops it into the ribs of Robin once more, causing her to kick her legs repeatedly while covering her gut from the pain. Anarchy quickly rolls to his feet and stands up quickly, grabbing the wrist of Robin and pulling her over onto her knees. He steps around under the arm, placing her it in a wrist lock, arm ringer combination and forcing her up to her feet. He quickly pulls her arm between her legs and hooks up the other one, setting for a pumphandle slam of sorts. Anarchy lifts her up into the air quickly only for Brooks to slide up and over his shoulder wrapping her arm around his neck in the process and then falling in reverse, pulling him down into a huge reverse DDT.

The crowd starts to go absolutely nuts as Anarchy turns onto his side, wrapping his hands around the back of his head in pain. Brooks rolls to her knees then stands up quickly, rushing into the ropes with a great burst of speed and bouncing off of them. She quickly comes back in at Anarchy, who stands up and places his hands to her gut, throwing her up into the air. Robin lands on the shoulders of Anarchy suddenly and drops back into a huge hurricarana. Anarchy is flipped over, crashing onto his back and appearing stunned by the collision while he rolls over onto his elbows and knees slowly. Brooks rises to her feet and throws a forearm into the jaw of Anarchy, then hits it again, and again, the shots almost knocking the short tempered figure from his feet. He hits him with a sharp kick to the side of the face and then spins around afterwards, placing him in a front gantry. She yanks him up onto his feet, going for a suplex when Anarchy places his hands to her mid-section, pushing her up into the air and throwing her off. Robin crashes onto her chest and stomach upon the canvas, the fans changing their reaction as Brooks starts to stand up, doubling over in pain. Anarchy steps to her side and rushes in with a huge knee lift planted directly into the air, Robin turning and avoiding it as she places her back to the spine of her opponent’s.

Robin back slides Anarchy over onto his shoulders, pinning him to the canvas.

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Anarchy rolls over onto his feet out of the pin as Robin stands and rushes at him. Anarchy bends forward, catching her ribs first against his shoulder and hoisting her into the air before turning and slamming her down back first with a sit-down spinebuster. He places his hands to the mid-section of Brooks, holding her down for the three count.

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Robin shoots her shoulder off of the canvas at the last second, the fans vocalizing their delight.

Douglas: A very nice series of nearfalls right there between both Robin Brooks and Anarchy, both of these two really battling it out amongst one another. The Black Widow showing just how heated she is over what happened to Creed before this contest, really feeding off that anger and rage.

Mayne: Too bad it won’t sustain her long enough to walk out of this battle victorious.

Robin turns onto her elbows and knees slowly, reaching for her kidney area in bad pain through her mid-section while Anarchy stands up quickly. He steps over the back of Brooks and wraps his hands around his jaw, pulling her up into a camel clutch submission hold. Brooks begins to writhe in anguish and shout out in pain while Anarchy digs into the hold with all of his strength, really pulling back on her head and sitting firmly on her kidneys. Sweat streams down her face, spilling off her jaw while she is still wailing in anguish while Robin tries to push herself up. Anarchy steps to her side though, burying his knee deeply into her back this time and rearing in reverse on her chin with all of his strength. Robin tries to pull the hands away from her jaw as Anarchy digs his fingers into both sides of her mouth, fish hooking them and pulling back with all of his strength while staring up at the rafters and roaring loudly.

Brooks bites down on the fingers now, causing Anarchy to take them out of her mouth as he stands up straight and drops the point of his elbow directly into the lower back of Robin. The Black Widow screams out in pain while Anarchy pushes himself up onto his knees and wraps his arms around the mid-section of Brooks, applying the bearhug submission this time, really squeezing her ribs. Robin refuses to give in though, trying to push herself up to her fists and knees, starting to stand up. Anarchy breaks the waist lock and steps forward, wrapping his arms around the throat of Brooks, placing her in a rear naked choke with absolutely all of his strength. He really squeezes the neck of Robin, who is writhing in agony while she continues to will her way upwards.

Brooks is now standing up straight with Anarchy holding her around the throat and the crowd slapping the barricades and screaming for her to get through the submission. Anarchy breaks the hold and wraps his arms around the waist of Robin, beginning to set up for a German suplex. The Black Widow back elbows him to the side of the face, and then does it once more, followed by a third shot. Anarchy finally breaks the waist lock as Robin rushes forward into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in before her opponent rushes forward with a big boot. Brooks ducks it as Anarchy turns to face her only for Robin to flip over backwards and connect with a kick straight to his face, hitting the paylay. Anarchy is knocked backwards but not off of his feet as he stumbles in reverse, straight into the cables, bouncing off of them. He staggers forward straight into Brooks who stands up and jumps into the air, dropkicking him directly to the face. Anarchy is knocked down to the canvas across his back while Robin falls to her side, looking exhausted and battered.

Douglas: Robin with a great athletic series of moves, taking it to Anarchy, knocking him off his gameplan here in this match. I don’t think he’s quick enough to stop the fast paced action Brooks is hitting him with.

Mayne: Didn’t you see that, I so saw Robin use some cheats against Anarchy to get herself in the driver’s seat. She’s Robin, and she’s a woman, therefore she accomplishes nothing without means of cheating.

Dan: That is the biggest line of bullshit I have ever heard.

Billy: What, are you saying woman don’t cheat, plenty of them do, just like your wife Dan, believe me I know from experience.

An exhausted, bloodied Brooks rises to her feet as Anarchy rolls to his knees and forces himself upwards. Brooks steps in and kicks him to the chest and then swings around with her heel, planting it to the jaw of Anarchy, the shot almost taking him off of his feet. Robin swings around into another heel kick when Anarchy catches her by the leg and around the head, dropping backwards into a big capture t-bone suplex. Robin flips over, crashing onto her back and shouting out in pain as she sits up, Anarchy doing the same with a determined glint in his passionate eyes. He stands up quickly and swipes his hands through the air, signaling that this match is officially over, that Brooks is done for, perhaps looking to hit his lethal Fall From Grace (Top Rope Brainbuster). He grabs Brooks around the head and pulls her to her feet before pushing her backwards in the direction of the turnbuckle. He now hoists the battered Robin into the air and sits her on the top rope before beginning to scale the turnbuckle, the fans booing loudly.

Mayne: Yes, Anarchy is going to continue his wave of dominance by connecting with this top rope brainbuster he refers to as the Fall From Grace. I knew coming into this thing that Brooks was done for, and now that’s exactly what we’re about to see transpire, hahaha.

Douglas: Robin has really held her own in this match Billy, she’s come close to pinning Anarchy several times, but this may be the final three count we witness in this match as Brooks is finding herself moments away from meeting her doom at the hands of Anarchy.

The fearsome apparition climbs up onto the top rope, holding Brooks in a front gantry, setting up for his big top rope brainbuster with the fans all standing, watching closely, having heard of this brutal maneuver from other federations. Brooks pulls her head free though at the last second, throwing her forearm into the jaw of Anarchy, followed by a second shot, and then a third which sends spit flying from the mouth of the individual. She now connects with a hard open hand slap to the side of Anarchy’s face, knocking him off the turnbuckle and sending him flying backwards, crashing onto the canvas across his spine. Robin stands up on the top rope now with the fans going nuts as she then flies off, flipping through the air and connecting with the Flying Star (Shooting Star Press).

Mayne: The Flying Star, noooo!!!

Douglas: Brooks connecting with her finishing move on Anarchy, that high impact shooting star press that is just a thing of beauty.

She crashes straight on top of Anarchy with force and hooks the leg of Anarchy quickly with the fans still standing and going nuts.

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The entire arena explodes into cheers as Robin picks up the win over Anarchy, getting to her seat and raising her arms up victoriously. Anarchy rolls onto his side, his eyes opened widely and his jaw hanging slightly open, stunned that he was just pinned in this highly competitive contest.

Douglas: Brooks has done it, she’s pinned Anarchy, she’s pinned this impressive newcomer in what was a very competitive match up here tonight.

Mayne: This is a crime, a crime I say, a crime of epic proportions, Robin cheating like the slut that she is to get a win against Anarchy.

Dan: She won this fairly Billy, no matter what you, or Jackson Adams would insinuate.

Robin rises to her feet, gripping her ribs and doubling over in tremendous pain after all her mid-section was put through in this battle. Anarchy gets to his feet though, holding his chest when he steps up behind Brooks, lobbing a forearm over her back, knocking her forward into the ropes. The crowd starts to boo loudly as an irate Anarchy spins Brooks around and pops her across the jaw with a closed fist, everyone outraged at the sight of this. On the outside of the ring though, Nathan pushes the EMTs and referees away from him, standing up with blood dripping down his face and from his mouth, storming towards the time keeper. They jump out of the way as Nathan grabs the chair they were seated on, folding it up and slamming it on the barricade as he staggers towards the ring in determination. Anarchy is kicking at the gut of Brooks when Nathan slides into the ring and stands up, lifting the chair above his head. The newcomer turns around as Nathan swings the chair at his head quickly, Anarchy dropping out of the way though in the nick of time as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He begins to back up the ramp with a furious expression still present on his reddish features, steaming with frustration and hostility.

Dan: Nathan Creed surprisingly standing tall here, all fired up and furious after what just happened to him before his match against Romeo Damascus, that never transpired.

Mayne: He’s bleeding all over the place, why doesn’t he get some damned medical help instead of causing prolonged mental damage with this type of blood loss.

Nathan throws down the chair with blood streaming down his face as he steps towards the ropes and points at Anarchy back peddling up the ramp. He now steps towards Robin, who stands up straight holding her mid-section, Creed putting his arm over her shoulder, patting her on the back reassuringly.

Nathan: We’ll have our payback Robin, and we’ll have it at Retribution.

The frustration in Nathan’s bloodied face remains while Brooks also appears very upset over what has transpired here this evening thus far. Her eyes cut away from the ramp though and switch abruptly to something positioned behind the barrier, seated in the front row. They widen as they focus upon none other than Hurse standing shoulder to shoulder with the crazed fans, seemingly going unnoticed by everyone else though. He has his arms crossed over his chest with a wide grin on his face as he stares at Brooks in the center of the ring, nodding his head slowly, looking almost creepy as he observes the befuddled Brooks in the ring.


ORLANDO’S INTENTIONS


In an excited state, the face of Orlando Cruze comes into the camera’s focus. He pivots between feet, looking deadly serious, yet pumped up, energetic as he prepares himself physically, and of course, mentally for the impending tag team bout. He is all fired up it looks like, but perhaps not so much for the match, as he is psyched for what he has in store, the shocker he promised to get himself back on the map.

Lethal: Orlando, please, would you stop being so antsy, we’ve got like five minutes before we even have to get to our utterly pointless match.

The camera pans out to reveal Weapon seated on a bench at the side of his friend, lacing up his boots while growing agitated by the way Orlando is almost bouncing off the walls. Orlando stops pivoting between feet and hopping in place in an overly excited state as his eyes shift to the seated Lethal.

Orlando: Sorry Lethal, but I’m not so pumped up and enthused so much about our match as I am about the announcement I’m going to go out there and make.

This news causes Weapon to perk up a bit and stop being so serious as well as melodramatic, his eyes focusing on Orlando, his tag team partner for the evening.

Lethal: What’s with this announcement again, would stop hinting around about it and tell me what it is already?

A grin forms on Orlando’s face as Weapon stands up, crossing his arms over his chest, looking very intrigued.

Orlando: I’m awfully tempted to tell you Nick, but I’m afraid an announcement like this has to be made in front of the whole world. Just wait, this is going to be even more monumental than when I came to that ring and challenged you to our match at Paranoia. This is going to really shake things up around here, this is going to shoot the buyrates for Retribution into the atmosphere.

Orlando continues to dance around the answer as he puts his hand on the shoulder of Weapon, who’s features are contorted with confusion.

Orlando: But don’t worry Weapon, you’ll find out exactly what my intentions are next, right before we kick some major ass. I swear, just like I told you last week, you’re going to love this.

Cruze raises an eyebrow as he continues to pat the befuddled Weapon on the shoulder, who seems very eager to hear this news now, instead of being forced to wait. Orlando turns and marches out of the room with quickness, very anxious to get to the ring and make his announcement while Weapon rolls his eyes and begins to shake his head.

Lethal: Come on Orlando, just tell me dammit. I hate suspense and surprises.

Lethal shakes his head as he storms out of the dressing room, quickly following his tag team partner, Orlando Cruze.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



ORLANDO CRUZE & LETHAL WEAPON VS. PHANTOM & SEAN JOHNSON


Dan: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and if your just joining us, you missed a very chaotic start to Annihilation this evening. Our first two matches surrounded by controversy.

Mayne: What a shock, the words Romeo Damascus and controversy being used in the same sentence. I told you Dan, I told you Romeo would have something up his sleeve tonight to deal with Nathan Creed.

Douglas: Regardless of your pointless premonitions Billy, Robin also scored a victory against Anarchy who was taking advantage of her prone positioning. It was a really crazed way to kick start this program tonight, that’s for sure.

Billy: And we’ve still got so much more on tap tonight.

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

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

As the last word finishes all goes silent, and a green light emanates from the entrance area. Suddenly Every time I Die by Children of Bodom blasts over the PA system and Orlando Cruze walks through the curtain to a massive ovation from the fans. Standing right beside him is none other than Lethal Weapon as well, who gets his own massive ovation as well. Lethal casually glances about, not pandering to the crowd really as Orlando stands on the stage and shoots his arm into the air, causing an explosion of pyros to rock the arena and further inciting the reaction from his loyal fans. Orlando, wearing his Anarchy title around his waist, and Lethal both start towards the ring now, moving towards it rather quickly, Orlando looking very anxious as he slides under the ropes into the squared circle. Weapon takes his time to make his way up the stairs though and onto the apron, taking a long stare out over the fans, who begin to go nuts as a result.

Douglas: Orlando Cruze and Lethal Weapon, this dream team coming to the ring for their battle against former enemies in the form of Sean Johnson and Phantom. I tell you Billy, it’s great to see these guys finally on the same page after all the animosity and months of violence we witnessed pass between them.

Mayne: It makes me sick Dan, sick as a dog who ate chocolate. Weapon and Cruze should be tearing one another apart, that’s what the fans want to see, not this friendship, not this pointless alliance that will get neither man anywhere.

Dan: Are you kidding? The Legend and the Icon combined could be the most dominant force in all of wrestling history.

Mayne: Even more dominant than the Bushwackers?

Douglas: Ugh, yes Billy, even more dominant than the Bushwackers.

Orlando doesn’t take the time to his usual corner climb to a standing ovation, instead he immediately requests the use of the ring announcer’s microphone. Susie Moore gives Cruze a speculative stare down before handing him the microphone, which he quickly takes from her hand, turning to face his adoring fans. Lethal leans back first against the corner, acting casual as the entrance music finally dies out.

Cruze: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to keep you all waiting, since I know you want to see nothing more than myself and Weapon, absolutely kick the living shit out of Phantom and Johnson, but I’m afraid I’ve got something to say. Something that is so important it can no longer wait.

Orlando takes a deep breath, building the anticipation while Lethal is glancing at an imaginary watch, trying to speed things up.

Orlando: I’ve got to make my announcement now, an announcement that will help get Orlando Cruze back on the top here in the ULW. I’m standing in this ring right now to make a challenge, that’s right, a good old challenge, this one of epic proportions. For you see, I don’t have a match at Retribution as of yet, and with it shaping up to be a huge pay-per-view, with AWOL vs. Desolation, Nathan vs. Adams, Brooks vs. Damascus, already signed, it would be a shame that Orlando is forgotten and left off the card. That’s just the thing too, it seems that I have been forgotten, that I’m constantly overlooked, that others get the opportunities that I deserve. Why is that though? It’s not because I suck as bad as Lord X in the ring, no, no, noooo, it’s because I’ve failed to pick up that one big win, to score that major victory that would once again establish me as the all around best in this business. That’s why I must make this challenge, that’s why I must make headlines.....

Mayne: What is Orlando rambling about?

Douglas: Billy, would you please close your lips and allowing that foul putrid smell to seep out, and shut your mouth too while your at it.

The Icon continues to stroll back and forth in the ring before he finally stops, staring intensely into the camera.

Orlando: Therefore, I now turn my intention to the man who is most likely sitting at home watching this right now. A man that I despise more than anyone else in the course of my entire career, a man who I have battled time and time again, a man who always brings the best out of me. I’m talking about a hall of famer, a former World Heavyweight Champion, and I know it’s been insinuated that he’s retired, that he’s incapable of wrestling. I refuse to believe that though, I refuse to allow what transpired between us to go unresolved. So, at Retribution, I say we have the climax I always wanted, the resolution that I’ve sought for a while here in the ULW. My challenge, goes out to you.........Johnny Kingdom.....

A huge reaction is heard from the fans, everyone going nuts at the sound of this announcement, this challenge, and the sincerity which resides within the passionate eyes of Orlando Cruze. Weapon’s jaw has dropped while he stares at Orlando in complete confusion.

Cruze: That’s right, I’m talking to you Mr. Team Leader, Mr. Career Killer, Mr. Kingdom......

His finger points directly into the camera lens.

Orlando: At Retribution, I say we give the fans one more main event worth ordering the pay-per-view for, I say we give them one more match between Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom. If there was ever a man I hated more than Chapel, it would be you Kingdom, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual within yourself. So at Retribution Johnny, let’s finish this, you drag your ass out of retirement and to that ring, and let’s do what we both have wanted to since the day both of us set foot in this federation, and that’s destroy one another once and for all.

The determination remains in the face of Orlando, who is staring with great focus into the camera as Weapon steps forward, quickly grabbing the microphone from the Icon.

Douglas: Oh my God, oh my God, I cannot believe what Orlando has just asked for. He wants Johnny Kingdom at Retribution!

Mayne: Talk about an earth shaking announcement, but after what AWOL did to Kingdom at Paranoia, there’s no way possible he’d even consider coming out of retirement, right?

Lethal lifts the microphone to his mouth while Orlando glares at him, very surprised.

Weapon: Orlando, you cannot be serious. Your actually challenging Johnny Kingdom to a match at Retribution? If you want to make headlines, do something else.....

Orlando snatches back the mic and places it to his lips.

Orlando: There is nothing else left to do Lethal, I thought this out well in advance Weapon, it isn’t a brash, rushed decision. It’s something I need to do, I mean, imagine it, the Icon vs. the Team Leader, it sounds like a damn monster movie. It needs to happen, and until Kingdom comes to this ring and meets me face to face to answer my challenge, I will not stop trying to bait him out of retirement. I will have my resolution Lethal, and I will be the one who goes down in the record books as the person who truly took out the legend that is Johnny Kingdom.

Orlando pitches the microphone over his shoulder while glaring with great seriousness into the face of Weapon, who is staring him down with confusion and absolute shock. Lethal begins to shake his head back and forth, still having no idea what to think of the challenge just made by his good friend to the Career Killer. Remedy by Cold hits the PA system now while both Lethal Weapon and Orlando Cruze remain focused on one another, keep their eyes locked upon each other, obviously some dissension passing between them as a result of this challenge. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Sean Johnson limps through the curtains, his leg still damaged after what Donovan Cage did to it last week, lurking behind him is the massive Phantom, who rolls his eyes. The dark figure obviously seems un-enthused to be out here teaming with Johnson, Sean looking much of the opposite though as he shouts words of encouragement to his partner for the evening, casting his finger towards the ring.

Douglas: Johnson and Phantom now on their way out here, and this has to be the oddest paring I’ve ever seen. These two men had a bitter feud which we all though concluded in the handicapped buried alive match at Paranoia, but now, apparently Johnson went to the head office and requested that he be teamed with Phantom here tonight for this tag team bout.

Mayne: I agree, this makes about as much sense as the challenge that Orlando just threw out to Kingdom. Could this show get anymore confusing?

Dan: The only way it could is if we try to figure out your actual gender Billy.

Johnson now climbs up onto the apron, still favoring his leg while Phantom gets into his corner immediately, glaring across the ring at both Weapon and Orlando. Lethal Weapon spins around to face Orlando, talking over a gameplan, trying to get him focused on the task at hand, but Cruze obviously still seems enthused by the challenge he just made, perhaps the biggest one in ULW history. The bell sounds and immediately Johnson steps up behind Lethal Weapon and gives him a double axe handle to his upper back. Lethal quickly spins around and receives a right hand from a determined angry Johnson who then gives him a kick to the gut. He grabs him by the hair and begins to throw vicious right hands into his forehead.

Billy: Look at this, Sean Johnson getting this thing started quickly, maybe he wants to end it fast, and capitalize on the distraction caused by Cruze’s challenge.

Dan: Somehow I don't think that's going to happen, at least not this quickly, your talking about a legend in Lethal Weapon.

Phantom looks bored in his corner as Johnson lifts his elbow into the air and brings it down across the forehead of Lethal, nearly taking him down to the canvas as the legend backs into the ropes. Johnson gives him another sharp kick to the stomach then grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ropes. However Lethal Weapon reverses it, using brute strength in the process, throwing Johnson across the ring instead. As he rushes back in Weapon hits him with a vicious clothesline right across the throat. The blow takes Johnson down to the canvas hard before Sean sits up clutching his jugular with a shocked expression on his face. The crowd cheers the force of the blow before Lethal Weapon steps in and begins to stomp Johnson to the back of the head repeatedly, showing some more of his raw strength. Johnson's face is cringing in pain as Weapon grabs him by the hair and rolls him onto his knees then pulls him to his feet. He throws an absolutely vicious knife edge chop across his chest that causes everyone in the arena to unleash a woo. Sean begins to back up trying to cover his chest but receiving yet another vile chop from Lethal, this one even worse than the last.

Genocide backs spine first into the turnbuckle when Lethal Weapon hits him with another knife edge chop, a large red streak left across his chest. Johnson tries to cover his chest with both his arms as Lethal Weapon steps backwards listening to the crowd's tremendous reaction. He begins to step in when Johnson moves forward and pokes his opponent in the eye. Lethal Weapon covers his face in pain, beginning to stumble backwards as Johnson quickly moves across the ring and tags in Phantom, the bigger of the two. Phantom gives Sean a very angst ridden glare, a bit upset to still be forced into this partnership as Johnson points at the dazed Lethal and demands he get in there right now.

Phantom finally steps over the ropes, moving as fast as he can to capitalize on this moment of weakness for Weapon, Sean shouting instructions at him from outside of the ring. Before Weapon has a chance to respond Phantom rushes across the ring and hits him with an absolutely vicious clothesline, Phantom roaring as he does so. The big man falls to his knees after the collision which sends Lethal Weapon down to the canvas hard. Johnson has moved back into his corner as Phantom rises to his feet and steps towards Weapon, jumping high into the air and coming down with a big leg drop right across his throat. Weapon's legs kick into the air from the weight coming down across his head. He then sits up with a dazed expression on his face as Phantom rises to his feet and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to a standing base and grabbing him by the wrist. He whips him towards the turnbuckle hard. Lethal Weapon charges into it stomach and chest first with a rough impact before Phantom charges in unleashing another roar. Lethal quickly steps out of the way, causing the big man to collide with the turnbuckle then begin stumbling backwards. Weapon quickly wraps his arms around the waist of Phantom from behind and drops back, throwing the large Phantom across the ring, crashing across his shoulders and the back of his neck with a massive German suplex.

Dan: A huge German by Lethal Weapon in this fast paced match.

Billy: I think Phantom and Johnson are still a bit at odds tonight, Lethal Weapon just seem to be beating them to the punch.

Douglas: Yeah, I think that tends to happen when one man buries the other alive.

Lethal Weapon makes his way to his corner, tagging in his partner Orlando who immediately begins to scale the turnbuckle. The fans start to go crazy, everyone getting to their feet at the sight of this as Orlando reaches the top rope, Phantom getting up in the center of the ring appearing very upset. Orlando suddenly flies through the air and connects with a hard flying lariat to the throat of the larger Phantom, the crowd groaning the impact, taking him down to the canvas while Orlando lands on his backside, the fans erupting all around him. Orlando climbs on top of Phantom, hooking his leg as the referee slides in and begins to make the count.

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Phantom presses Orlando into the air off of him. Orlando lands on his hands and knees then rises to his feet quickly as Phantom rolls onto his elbows. He begins to throw right hands into the face of Phantom before grabbing him around the shoulder and pulling him to his feet, then grabbing his wrist and backing him into the ropes, trying to utilize all the strength in his body for the impending Irish whip. He begins to whip him across the ring when Phantom turns and places the breaks on it, pulling Orlando into a front waist lock then lifting him into the air and turning as he brings him down to the canvas with a brutal belly to belly suplex with all of Phantom's weight crashing down on top of the Icon. He hooks his leg quickly.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder up off the canvas quickly, infuriating Phantom who rises to his feet, wrapping his hands around the head of Orlando and pulling him up with him. He stands Orlando then buries his shoulder into his gut and rushes him backwards into the turnbuckle violently. Orlando yells in pain due to the collision with the turnbuckle as Phantom stands up and smacks him in the side of the face before yelling at him in anger.

Mayne: Raw intensity by Phantom, this man is a monster plain and simple.

Douglas: Yes, and he’s definitely got what it takes to hang with the big stars here on Annihilation, he showed that two weeks ago against current number one contender, Desolation.

Orlando suddenly throws a right hand into the face of Phantom, followed by another that shocks the big man, knocking him backwards with each blow. Orlando has an angry expression on his face as he hits Phantom with another right hand when the monster launches a knee into his mid-section. Orlando bends forward holding his ribs when Phantom rushes across the ring, backing into the ropes which launch him straight at Orlando at an accelerated speed. Suddenly Orlando springs high into the air and delivers a picture perfect dropkick right to the face of Phantom, both competitors collapsing to the canvas. Johnson places his hands in his hair looking upset as Phantom rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to push himself up with a dazed expression on his face. Orlando steps in and stomps him to the forehead repeatedly. Phantom refuses to go down though, rising to his feet and bending forward before Orlando steps back then rushes in and jumps into the air. He wraps his arms around the neck of Phantom as he flips over him, delivering a swinging neckbreaker out of this position that causes the fans to go crazy once again. Orlando quickly rises to his feet and steps towards Lethal Weapon, tagging him back in. Weapon steps over the ropes as Phantom once again rises to his feet holding the back of his neck and appearing a bit surprised.

He turns around to face Lethal who throws a thunderous right hand into his chin, followed by another. The shots nearly take Phantom off of his feet repeatedly before Lethal places him in a front face lock and grabs him by the back of the tights. Phantom is unable to stop being pulled up and over into a hard snap suplex by Lethal Weapon who gets back to a vertical base quickly, all fired up with the fans throwing their support behind him. Phantom will not stay down though, rolling right back onto his hands and knees then beginning to stand up as well. Lethal Weapon gives him a hard kick to the gut then grabs him by the wrist, pulling him into his shoulders and attempting to hit some type of big move out of the fireman’s carry.

Mayne: Uh oh, Lethal showing some more of his strength, hoisting the large body of Phantom up into the air.

Douglas: Yes, this is what makes Weapon such a threat like Orlando and Desolation, the ability to blend so many styles together so seamlessly.

Lethal Weapon gets Phantom positioned on his shoulders before he slides off and lands on his feet behind his back. Lethal spins around in shock before Phantom goes for a clothesline only for Weapon to step under it. He gets behind Phantom and buries his shoulder into his spine before lifting him into the air and hitting a huge backdrop suplex. Phantom gets onto his side holding his back before Lethal grabs him by the hair and pulls him up onto his feet, the big man lumbering a long. As he stands up Lethal grabs him by the wrist and attempts to whip him across the ring. Phantom buries both of his feet into the canvas, refusing to be moved as Lethal's eyes fill with astonishment. He once again attempts to throw him across the ring but Phantom refuses to be moved.

Phantom shakes his head and then pulls him forward, bending down and grabbing him by the legs, lifting Lethal Weapon into the air and keeping him there when Johnson suddenly flies off the top rope and connects with a front dropkick right to his face. Phantom allows Lethal Weapon to drop down to the canvas across his back as he covers his face in tremendous pain. Johnson rolls across the ring and under the ropes, rising to his feet on the apron before begging for a tag. Phantom rolls his eyes, not wanting to make the tag while the fans are shocked that both men just actually worked together in this match. He finally approaches his corner and tags in Johnson as Orlando shouts for his tag team partner to get up.. Lethal Weapon rolls onto his hands and knees before beginning to push himself up at his partner's behest. He turns around when Phantom steps in and kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front facelock. He utilizes brute strength to lift his Lethal into the air for a suplex as Johnson stands behind him. Phantom allows Lethal Weapon to drop over his back as Johnson catches him on top of his shoulder and drops down to his knees, hitting a disturbing backbreaker type maneuver.

Billy: Another tremendous tag team move by Phantom and Johnson, a suplex into a train wreck backbreaker. They are just taking it to Lethal Weapon now.

Douglas: I’m shocked these two are actually working so well together here in this match. Perhaps they put some of their personal differences aside.

Weapon drops down across his chest and stomach holding his back and yelling in pain at the top of his lungs. Sean grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him over onto his back before hooking his leg, the crowd booing as loud as they can.

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Lethal shoots his shoulder off of the canvas at the last second as Johnson rises onto his knees appearing very upset over this as he begins to shake his head. Sean pushes Weapon back over onto his chest and stomach then places his knee into his spine, interlocking his hands around the chin of his opponent. Lethal Weapon begins to yell in pain in this chin lock variation, the knee being driven hard into his back.

Billy: Genocide seems to be targeting the back of Lethal Weapon now, a well placed strategic move.

Dan: Lethal's back has to be killing him after taking that train wreck from Phantom and Johnson.

Lethal Weapon yells in great pain as Johnson places his fingers on the insides of his mouth pulling it apart, fish hooking his flesh much like Anarchy did against Brooks earlier in the night. Orlando begs his partner to fight through the pain as Lethal Weapon begins to try and overcome the odds. He starts pushing himself upwards as the crowd really gets behind him, everyone standing up and clapping. Johnson refuses to believe what he's seeing, taking his knee away from his opponent's back but keeping the chin lock applied. Lethal Weapon absolutely refuses to submit, reaching his feet when Johnson steps in and wraps his arms around his neck, placing him in a textbook sleeper hold now. Lethal Weapon tries to fight through this different submission hold as the crowd is still cheering him on. He suddenly bends forward, sliding under the arm of Johnson and dropping down, grabbing him by the back of the tights, pulling him backwards into a school boy pin.

Dan: An excellent counter, this might be the conclusion ladies and gentlemen!

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Johnson kicks out quickly, rolling onto his hands and knees then rising to his feet at the same time as Lethal Weapon. He attempts to throw a right hand but Weapon wraps his arm around the neck of Johnson and falls backwards, pulling him down face first to the canvas with a downward spiral. Johnson slams into the canvas then rolls onto his back as Weapon rises to his feet clutching his lower back before stepping towards Orlando and smacking his hand, tagging him into the match. Orlando slides through the ropes quickly and rushes at Johnson who is still down, trying to make use of this momentary weakness. He reaches down grabbing the hair of Johnson who suddenly reaches up and obtains a grasp upon the back of Orlando's head, pulling him down into a small package. The referee drops to the canvas and makes the count once more.

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Orlando kicks out almost effortlessly much to the pleasure of the crowd. Johnson and Orlando rise to their feet quickly as Genocide, drives a right hand into the gut of Orlando, causing him to bend forward. He quickly double underhooks both of his arms, going for a double arm DDT as the crowd begins to boo. Suddenly Orlando stands up, backdropping him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring to a huge reaction, the fans stunned by the quick counter. Phantom looks mildly concerned, grabbing a hold of his hair as Johnson smacks the mats hard, sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs. He grabs his lower back as Phantom drops off the apron and steps to his side, appearing upset more than anything. Phantom assists Johnson to his feet. Orlando suddenly rushes across the ring and jumps over the top rope, everyone jumping to their feet as he comes down on top of the Syndicate with a huge sommersalt pancha. All three wrestlers go down to the mats hard, Weapon shaking his head in disbelief.

Dan: Orlando just took out both members of his opponents with that high risk manuever!

Mayne: I can't believe Orlando is so acrobatic. If only he could teach my ex wife a few of those tricks.

All three of them lye on the mats for a few moments, trying to collect themselves before Orlando rolls onto his hands and knees, standing up a bit dazed by his own maneuver. He grabs Johnson around the neck and pulls him to his feet, rolling him into the ring under the ropes while Genocide continues to clutch his lower back. Phantom slowly starts to get to his feet, using the barricade for support while Orlando slides into the ring, pushing Johnson over onto his back and hooking his leg.

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Johnson kicks out yet again as Orlando rises to his feet quickly, refusing to let that effect him. He drags Johnson up as fast as he can before grabbing him by the wrist and kicking him to the shin several times. Sean expresses his pain through several grunts before Orlando whips him in the direction of the ropes. Johnson turns and reverse it though, instead sending Orlando into the cables, the Icon charging at them and then jumping into the air. He lands feet first on the second rope and springs off, leap frogging in reverse over the head of Johnson who charges under him. Orlando lands on his feet behind Johnson as a result, who stands up and charges in, sliding around behind the back of Cruze, wrapping his arms around his waist. Orlando rushes forward into the ropes though, grabbing the top cable and wrapping his arms around it, he pushes off with his back, sending Johnson into a reverse roll. Sean gets on his feet when Cruze turns to face him and charges in, only for Johnson to lift his leg into the air, going for the Titanic Kick to the shock of the crowd.

Orlando catches his foot though right in front of his jaw, pushing it away and sending Johnson into a spin before he turns right into the arm of Cruze. He shoots it across the chest of Johnson, setting up for the Rock Bottom to a huge reaction from the fans. Phantom enters the ring though, surprisingly coming to the aid of his partner for the evening, wanting to win this big match when Cruze releases Sean and steps towards the giant. He sweeps the legs of Phantom out from under him, causing him to crash onto his back as Orlando wraps his legs up and turns him over into position for the sharpshooter. He gets it locked in to a massive reaction when Sean steps in front of Orlando and moves in, connecting with the Titantic kick directly to his jaw. The superkick almost knocks Orlando’s teeth out as he crashes onto his back, the crowd groaning the sight of the impact.

Douglas: The Titantic Kick by Johnson, he got it on Orlando, he got it on Orlando Cruze!

Mayne: This match could be over in a hurry.

Dan: Indeed, Johnson almost knocked the teeth of Orlando out of his mouth with that scintillating kick.

Orlando crashes onto his back before Johnson rushes into the ropes at his side, springing into the air and landing feet first on the second cable. He springs off and flips in reverse, connecting with a moonsault straight across the ribs of Cruze and then falling into the cover, Phantom exiting the ring slowly.

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Weapon enters the ring and stomps Johnson to the back of the head at the last second, breaking up the pin attempt. He grabs Sean by the hair now and drags him to his feet, the official stepping in and demanding he exit the ring. Lethal refuses as he boots Johnson to the gut and grabs him by the wrist, whipping him towards the turnbuckle. Sean turns and hits it back first when Lethal comes barreling in, going for some type of huge move only for Johnson to get his foot up into his face. Lethal bounces off of it and staggers backwards to the center of the ring, Sean grinning as he pulls himself up onto the middle rope and now dives off straight at the Legend. Without warning, Lethal dives forward and connects with the Golden Bullet Spear to the ribs of Johnson, knocking him out of the air and sending him crashing hard into the canvas across his back.

Douglas: The Golden Bullet Spear out of nowhere. He just hit Johnson with it while he was in mid flight.

Mayne: Is this man insane? That could have really hurt Johnson.

Dan: Um, duh!

Johnson kicks his legs, rolling from side to side while holding his ribs as Orlando gets to his knees, beginning to crawl into the cover, Lethal exiting the ring. Orlando places his arm over the chest of Johnson in a battered, exhausted state.

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Phantom enters the ring and grabs the ankle of Orlando, pulling him off of Johnson as Cruze turns onto his back. Phantom lifts his elbow into the air and drops it straight into the canvas, Cruze having rolled out of the way in the nick of time. The Icon gets to his feet behind the back of Phantom and wraps his arm around his neck, placing him in a dragon sleeper, which causes the fans to begin cheering loudly. Phantom bridges himself up onto his feet when Johnson stands up, holding his ribs and rushing straight into a kick to the gut. He bends forward as Cruze places him in a front gantry and now drops to the canvas, connecting with a DDT and a reverse DDT onto both of his opponents. The fans put their hands together at the sight of this as both Johnson and Phantom roll across the canvas, holding their heads in pain.

The crowd is slapping the barricades and buzzing with excitement over what they just witnessed as Orlando gets to his feet, turning towards Johnson and throwing a right hand into his face as he rises to his knees. He follows that up with another shot before Phantom gets up behind Cruze and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike. Lethal now slides through the ropes and quickly rushes up to Phantom, hitting him with right hands across the jaw that rock the monster, causing him to stumble in reverse. Weapon turns around rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in when Phantom catches him with a hard big boot straight to the face, knocking him down to the canvas. Phantom turns towards Orlando, who tries to step in and place his arm over his chest only for the big man to kick his bicep violently. Orlando goes into a spin before he turns to face Phantom who catches him by the throat and grabs the back of his tights, lifting him into the air and dragging him down to the canvas with an unbelievable chokeslam. The body of Cruze crashes into the canvas with incredible impact as Phantom falls to his knees to add some momentum to it.

Billy: The chokeslam by Phantom, he is just taking it to both of his opponents in this match now. This man is showing why he is the definition of a monster.

Douglas: Indeed, just taking it to both hall of famers in this match, proving just how skilled of a giant he is when he shows the motivation.

Phantom stands up slowly and motions for Johnson to make the cover on Orlando, but instead of going for the pinfall, without warning Sean rolls to the outside of the ring. The fans begin to express their outrage, booing loudly as Johnson steps onto the mats and begins to back away from Phantom and the squared circle. He has a huge smile on his face while tapping his temple, anger growing in the features of Phantom, who realizes that he is being ditched in this match.

Douglas: Wait a damn minute, Johnson is leaving Phantom high and dry, is this the only reason he wanted to team with him in the first place?

Mayne: Hahaha, it was a set up Dan, it was all a set up, this is genius on Johnson’s part! He’s getting sweet revenge on the man who buried him alive at Paranoia.

Phantom still looks furious as he stares at Johnson, who is still grinning while stepping onto the stage then vanishing to the backstage area. Phantom’s face is contorted with rage, with great anger as he turns back towards the ring, realizing he has been left completely on his own. As he does so though, Lethal rushes across the ring and catches him with the Golden Bullet Spear, sending the monster crashing across his back on the canvas. He wraps his arms around his waist with the fans going nuts and rolls to his hands and knees, standing up immediately, to the shock of everyone in the arena. He obviously feels the pain yet refuses to stay down as he gets up and turns towards Orlando Cruze now, who moves in and catches him across the chest. Cruze hoists Phantom into the air and drives him down to the canvas with the Rock Bottom, everyone erupting at the sight of this.

Douglas: Phantom hit with the Rock Bottom, and the Golden Bullet Spear! I don’t think he’s going to have enough to power out of something like this.

Mayne: I can’t believe what we witnessed, he got left on his own by Johnson, and now he’s being decimated by his opponents.

Orlando hooks the leg of Phantom with the fans screaming loudly, everyone putting their hands together.

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Cruze’s music hits the PA system almost immediately as he sits up, raising his arms into the air in victory. Every fan is going nuts now as Orlando picks up the win thanks to that brutal combination of moves. He rolls to his knees and stands up while Weapon moves towards him and high fives his tag team partner, as well as his good friend. Lethal begins to pat him on the back now, pumping him up over the victory while Phantom rolls across the canvas, barely able to move after taking those two signature moves from the Legend and the Icon.

Douglas: Orlando and Lethal now victorious here tonight on Annihilation, defeating both Phantom and Sean Johnson......

Mayne: Beating Phantom you mean, Johnson pretty much just walked out on the match.

Dan: Technically speaking your right, but it will still be logged in the record boos as a tag team victory. I cannot believe what Johnson just did to Phantom though. You asked if this night could get any weirder and thus far it has Billy.

Billy: I know, first we had the Orlando make a challenge to Johnny Kingdom at Retribution, and now Genocide splits on Phantom. What else can.....wait a damn minute....

Orlando is still celebrating while Lethal turns his back to his partner, when out from under the ring slides a figure. The fans look on shocked as the chap jumps onto the apron quickly and slides into the ring, the referee turning to spot none other than Lil D. He scrambles up behind Cruze and grabs the back of his trunks without warning, rolling him up in reverse into a school boy pin. The confused official finally realizes what is happening, dropping down and making the count with Lethal even noticing it. He finally turns as the referee’s hand comes down to strike the canvas.

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The crowd acts stunned as an excited Little D jumps to his feet, hopping up and down before dropping to the canvas and rolling under the ropes. He quickly steps towards the time keeper and grabs what was Orlando’s Xtreme Championship, clutching it tightly to his chest as he continues to buzz with excitement. Orlando sits up, looking absolutely shocked.

Douglas: Lil D just came out of from under the ring and rolled Cruze up from behind, he’s stolen the Anarchy Championship.

Mayne: That 24/7 rule coming into effect yet again. Why did I have to ask how this show could get stranger? Why?

In outrage Orlando rolls across the canvas and drops onto his feet upon the outside mats, Weapon watching with a very confused expression on his face, remaining planted in the ring with no idea what to do. Lil D jumps over the barricade quickly with the Anarchy title in hand, rushing into the sea of humanity with Orlando in hot pursuit. Cruze jumps the barricade and rushes off after him, chasing his title belt.

Douglas: What a confusing turn of events here after this tag team ma......oh my God, not again, wait a second here....

Mayne: What the hell is he doing here?

The crowd reaction intensifies while Lethal keeps his eyes trained on Orlando and Lil D scurrying off through the crowd, not even realizing that a huge figure is sliding into the ring behind him now. He doesn’t look back or think anything odd about the crowd’s reaction as none other than the 7 foot 7, Baine stands up behind him, towering over the ULW legend. Baine has a furious expression on his face, snarling almost as he glares down at the back of Weapon’s head, his fists clinched tightly.

Douglas: Vengeance’s Baine is standing in the ring behind Lethal, somebody please tell me what is going on here?

Mayne: I don’t have a clue, I’m just as confused as you are Dan.

Lethal finally seems to feel the presence of the massive man behind him, slowly beginning to turn when he finds himself staring at the wide chest of Baine. His eyes slowly begin to be cast upwards, looking into the deranged eyes of the giant, who reaches out without warning and grabs Weapon by the throat. The crowd starts to scream loudly, all of them shocked as with one hand, Baine lifts Lethal into the air and chokeslams him violently down to the canvas. Every fan in attendance is vocalizing their outrage as Baine kicks his hair back behind his head and looks around with a deranged glint in his eyes. Suddenly from the backstage area, one Mark Comeau emerges, starting towards the ring with a giant grin upon his face.

Douglas: Baine just chokeslammed Lethal straight to hell, and now why is Mark Comeau coming out here?

Mayne: Wait a minute, you heard Mark at the beginning of the show, state that he was going to retake control of this program. Do you think that this has something to do with it, since Weapon refused to job to Jackson Adams several weeks ago?

Dan: Your right Billy, as strange as that sounds for me to say.

Lethal rolls onto his side slowly, in a great deal of pain, very dazed and groggy as Baine now steps in and grabs him by the hair, pulling him onto his knees. Mark steps up onto the apron and looks straight at Weapon and Baine, lifting his thumb into the air and then turning it downward while wearing a very devious grin on his face. Baine nods his head, understanding as the 7 foot 7 monster pulls Lethal to his feet while bent forward before placing his leg over the neck of Weapon and grabbing his wrist. He jumps into the air and comes down with the leg still over the back of Lethal’s head, pushing him down face first into the canvas with all of Baine’s weight coming down on top of him. Lethal bashes into the canvas and then rolls onto his back, rubbing at his face and kicking both of his legs repeatedly, Baine rolling onto his knees as he casts his eyes methodically over the crowd.

Billy: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!

Douglas: I don’t know, I’ve never seen a man of Baine’s size hit something like that before, he may have broke the face of Weapon.

Baine looks towards Comeau, who is shaking his head, insinuating that he’s not pleased just yet, that he wants more done to Weapon. Lethal pulls his hands away from his face, revealing blood gushing from his mouth and his nose as Baine stands up and steps towards him, grabbing a handful of his hair once more. He drags Lethal to his feet and tosses him effortlessly through the ropes to the outside of the ring, Weapon crashing across the mats back first while Baine swipes his hands together, as if cleaning them off. He takes his time to step over the ropes and onto the apron before dropping off beside Weapon, who he caught completely off guard with this attack. Mark steps around the ring, pointing and shouting instructions, relishing in the sight of what is happening here as Baine once grabs the hair of Lethal and forces him up onto his feet. He now drags the noggin of Lethal between his legs and bends forward, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Douglas: What is Baine doing out here in front of us? He’s not going to powerbomb Lethal now is he?

Mayne: I think that’s the intention Dan, I think Baine is here to absolutely destroy Lethal Weapon. Good reddens to bad news I say, the man puts over less people than Hulk Hogan.

Baine hoists Weapon into the air and onto his shoulders before he turns towards the announce table. Billy and Dan barely have time to step out of the way as Baine powerbombs the body of Lethal violently through the table, busting into pieces with the fans shouting out in shock and outrage. Baine steps back, glaring down at Weapon as his broken body lies amongst the destroyed announce table, blood still running down his features.

Douglas: OH MY GOD, Baine just powerbombed Lethal Weapon right through our announce table!

Mayne: Lethal has been destroyed Dan, he’s done for, he’s done! Baine with that powerbomb, may have just ended his legendary career, hahahaha.

The crowd is still shouting in anger at Baine who towers over the battered body of Lethal, who isn’t moving one inch as he lies amongst the shattered remains on the announce table. Baine looks with little emotion upon the destroyed Lethal Weapon as Mark Comeau steps to the side of the giant, clutching a microphone now as he bends forward to glare down into the face of the Legend.

Mark: Lethal, I told you that you would regret crossing me, that you should have done the right thing two weeks ago and put over Jackson Adams in the tournament. You didn’t listen though and now, hahaha, the newest acquisition to Annihilation, Baine, has made you see the error of your ways at the expense of your pathetic career.

The GM backs up slowly, stepping to the side of Baine and grabbing his wrist before he lifts it up into the air. The monstrous Baine unleashes a primal roar while standing over the body of Lethal Weapon.

Douglas: This is sick, absolutely sick I tell you. Baine has come out here and destroyed Lethal Weapon at the behest of this bastard Mark Comeau.

Mayne: In with the new, out with the old Dan. Lethal is through on Annihilation it seems, but Baine is here now to fill the void, and over compensate for his destruction, hahahaha.

Dan: I cannot believe what has gone on here tonight, not one little bit. This show has been nothing more than a train wreck.


DESPERATELY SEEKING SIMON


Yet again the fans find themselves cheering wildly, the majority of them excited at the sight of the young, yet pregnant, vixen, Angyllic. The nervousness that once existed within her has vanished, no longer looking over her shoulder for Chapel, as she strolls through the long backstage corridor. Her eyes are only darting from side to side, still seeking the location of her lost love, the missing Cagero, stopping to look around every corner. However, she’s still incapable of finding Simon, much to her dismay before moving forward slowly. The back of none other than Bitchcakes McPhee is aimed in her direction, facing a condiments table as he prepares himself something. With a bit of hesitation, Angyllic’s hand creeps forward, tapping the shoulder of McPhee.

Angyllic: Excuse me, have you seen Simon by chance?

With quickness Bitchcakes spins around to face her, holding a huge bottle of whiskey up to his lips, chugging it down rather fast. The liquid spills from the edges of his mouth while he continues to chug endlessly, lifting one finger into the air in order to ask for just a moment before he responds to Angyllic. She crosses her arms and taps her foot, becoming impatient as the whiskey in the large bottle continues to drain down the throat of Bitchcakes until all of it is gone. After chugging the entire bottle in one drink, Bitchcakes turns, pitching the bottle into the wall as it busts into thousands of pieces, unleashing a large burp throughout the process. He steps towards Angyllic and places his arm over her shoulders, leaning into her.

Bitchcakes: Who are you looking for sweety? Because the only person I know who’s name begins with “S”, is Sam Adams.

Angyllic rolls her eyes as a disgusted expression befalls her face, beginning to wave her hands in front of her nose.

Angyllic: Oh my God, what’s that smell?

Bitchcakes looks confused before grinning in his slightly inebriated state.

Bitchcakes: Wow, that sack of white castles I ate last night are refusing digestion sweety.....

He waves his hand behind himself as Angyllic pushes off a bit and begins to stroll away, nearly causing Bitchcakes to tumble over as he lost his crutch.

Angyllic: Thanks for your help anyway.

Bitchcakes appears confused as she strolls away from him, placing his hand in his hair.

Bitchcakes: Did I just imagine all that, if so, where’s that fucking pink elephant with my bottle of tequilla?

With quickness to her pace, Angyllic marches further down the corridor, stopping briefly as her eyes lock on a figure off camera. The lens turns to face none other than Donovan Cage, who is wearing a pear of expensive shades as he lifts two dumbbells with both of his massive arms. The veins are sticking through the surface of his skin rather noticeably while he effortlessly lifts the large steel items up and down again. Angyllic finds herself hesitant to approach him, yet remembers what mission she is currently upon, knowing just how vital it is.

Angyllic: Excuse me sir, my name is Angyllic, and I just wanted to know if......

Donovan puts down his weight as his shoulders sink with despair, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a marker while leaning towards the chest of Angyllic.

Donovan: Yeah, yeah, which one do you want me to sign?

An appalled look fills Angyllic’s face as she covers her chest with both arms and steps backwards.

Angyllic: I don’t want you to sign my breast, I’m just looking for Simon, are you crazy or something?

With agitation Donovan slides his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose, getting a better view of the pregnant lady, looking down at her wide stomach as he mocks what she just asked.

Donovan: Um, if I’m crazy, then you must be a slut. After all, you should do look like one, especially with that fat stomach carrying some little bastard inside. Ha, looking at you, now wonder your man ran off....

Angyllic looks absolutely stunned as she rears her head back, her jaw hanging open with her lower lip quivering. Donovan leaning in close to speak with her.

Donovan: And I have no time for jail bait bitches, just like this Simon guy, who’s probably got his dick in a 16 year old right now. So do me a favor and please, fuck off, would you?

With arrogance he pushes his sunglasses back over his eyes and strolls off, leaving a speechless Anygllic frozen in her footsteps. She watches him walk off, her face still pint up with surprise before she finally says something.

Angyllic: Jeez, what an asshole.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



A HANDPICKED CHAMPION


With another thunderous reaction, stemming from pure hatred, the facial features of one Jackson Adams come into focus. He stares straight forward, determination lurking upon his features, while his arms are extended out to his sides. Trainers are feverishly wrapping his wrists with white tape in preparation for the biggest match of Jackson’s career, the battle for the World Heavyweight title. The focus on the face of Jackson is almost frightening, no other emotions or thoughts plaguing him while a woman walks by, dusting off any dust that may have accumulated upon the surface of his sparkling red robe, wrapped about his body.

Hahaha, there he is, the next World Heavyweight Champion....

Even more negativity slips through the lips of the fans as into the camera strolls Mark Comeau, the stolen Livewire Championship resting comfortably over his shoulder, sparkling brightly. Mark fails to lavish it with much attention however, his eyes focused on Adams, who still displays no emotion, even while basking in the presence of the General Manager.

Mark: Tonight Jackson, you add one more title belt to your collection. Tonight you finally conclude the reign of a Champion that has lasted far, far too long. Right here on Annihilation, right in front of the thousands in attendance, and the millions upon millions watching at home, you seize your destiny, you take what is rightfully yours.....

Mark steps in close to Jackson, speaking into his ear while a grin slowly forms on Jackson’s face, buying into the shameless propaganda.

Comeau: For too long Jackson, people like AWOL have held you back, have kept you from reaching your potential. I remember the days of the Empire as if they were just yesterday, I remember who the star was in that group, and let’s just say it wasn’t AWOL, hell, it wasn’t even Johnny Kingdom. You were the only redeeming quality about that group, outside of myself, and yet with your tremendous talents, with skills on loan from God above, did you ever once get the World title shot that you deserved.....?

The sermon becomes rather animated as Mark looks towards the heavens, further trying to inspire Jackson, who is now feeding off the words. Anger has replaced his confidence.

Jackson: No.....

Mark: That’s right, because the people you thought were there to help move you up the ladder, the guys who you believed who make you a legitimate star, instead drained you of all your thunder. They forced you to reside in their shadow Jackson, they held you under their thumbs. AWOL, took from you, what should have been yours, what they should have helped you to achieve. The Empire wasn’t about you Jackson, like it should have been, oh no, it was all about feeding AWOL’s deluded ego, about keeping him on top of the federation. But now, Jackson, my handpicked challenger, you will show them why it’s your era, why they shouldn’t have tried to hold you back. Tonight, Adams, you go out there and you win the World Heavyweight title, you take it from a man who doesn’t consider you an actual challenge. Jackson, this evening you end a sham of a title reign, and you end the career of AWOL......

Frustration remains prevalent on the features of Adams, believing there is some grain of truth to his words, buying into Mark’s speech about being held back. Jackson begins to seethe, passion filling his features, contorting his face as Mark places his hand upon his shoulder.

Comeau: This is your night Jackson, this is your era, the future World Heavyweight Champion, the man, who ended AWOL.....

The camera slowly zooms in on the grin that slowly fills the conniving face of Jackson Adams, still having his tape put on for him. The lens drawls closer to his eyeball, thoughts forming beneath it, motivation to end AWOL, driving him.


BITCHCAKES MCPHEE VS. “CLASSIC” SCOTT ADAMS VS. DONOVAN CAGE VS. “JUMPIN” JIMMY PRUITT VS. RUSTY CAGE
5 MAN MAYHEM


Douglas: I cannot believe Mark Comeau is in the back, feeding Jackson Adams with all of these horrid, unsubstantiated propaganda, further fueling his hatred for AWOL. Let’s not forget that the World Champion was one of the men who took Jackson under his wing and tried to help him become a better superstar. It’s outrageous for Mark to claim that AWOL did nothing more than try to hold Adams back from reaching his full potential.

Mayne: It’s true dammit, that is all AWOL is good for, keeping people from reaching the top of this federation. He’s just like Lethal Weapon, holding everyone down, and if AWOL’s not careful, he’ll end up the same way Lethal did earlier tonight.

Dan: Please don’t bring that up again, it’s disgusting and deplourable to even think about it. So let’s shift our focus to this impending five man mayhem match, a bout contested between all newcomers here on Annihilation with some very special prizes.

Billy: Indeed, not only does the winner of this match get an Xtreme title shot, but they also will receive the honor of being called the best new arrival here on Annihilation and will be presented with a fancy little trophy.

Dan: I’m very excited to see what these guys can bring to the table in a match that hasn’t been seen on this show in over a year.

As Alive by P.O.D comes on Scott comes out and heads straight to the ring as he gives he fans high fives as he signs a couple of autographs along the way.

Dan: Here’s someone I’ve heard a lot about, “Classic” Scott Adams, a man who is more professional and not about fun and games, but is a spectacular talent nonetheless.

Mayne: Well, it will definitely be a welcomed change to have someone here who isn’t all about jokes like Desolation, or prop gags such as Bob.

Dan: When did Bob ever use props?

Billy: Nobody likes a smart ass Dan.

Douglas: WHAT!?!

Scott slides into the ring and hops in place, getting himself prepared for the impending five man mayhem match. I stand alone plays over the system as Rusty Cage comes out to the ring. He walks onto the stage and stands there taunting the crowd as they jeer him, He walks down to the ring and slides under the ropes and climbs the corner turnbuckle. The fans jeer him as the next person comes out to the ring.

Mayne: Here’s my pick to win this thing. He’s got a few more matches under his belt here in the ULW than these other guys, and we’ve seen what he’s capable of over the past few weeks on Annihilation. His star is definitely burning brightly here in the ULW.

Douglas: He is a very talented young man, his attitude and actions are a little on the undesirable side of things however, especially his association with Jackson Adams as part of the Alpha Generation.

Billy: Why must you keep bashing Cage and Adams, they are the best young duo in this entire federation. They’re both future main eventers.

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.

Douglas: This is another gentlemen we saw compete last week on Annihilation, and boy did he ever look impressive against fellow newcomer, Jimmy Pruitt.

Mayne: I agree, his name might not be all that professional, but he’s still got some good in ring skills, although I’m not sure how of a test Pruitt was for his abilities.

"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 perhaps one of the impressive young talents I’ve ever seen. A real capable performer who has superstar written all over him. This guy is going places on Annihilation, especially based off what I saw him do last week to Sean Johnson.

Douglas: Donovan’s actions last week were disturbing as well as disgusting.

Billy: Please don’t say reprehensible again, you utter that every other sentence.

Dan: No true, I also use the word deplorable.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" blasts over the speakers, and out walks Jumpin Jimmy Pruitt to an otherwise silent arena. He's wearing a knee length red bathrobe over his wrestling attire, that is covered in home-made sequins. He quickly goes pale at the sight of the phenominal audience, and freezes at the top of the entrance ramp, struggling to swallow the newly formed lump in his throat.

After a few more long seconds, he finally starts to take small, light steps to the ring, hunching his head forward, and waving coyly at a few fans along the way. Finally, he fumbles himself through the top and middle rope, only to stand very still in the middle of the ring, not knowing what to do next.

Douglas: And yet again, we have another talented young star located in the ring for this five man mayhem match, a gentleman who showed some serious skill last week on Annihilation. Yet to my understanding he’s still learning to hone this craft, and is about as fresh as they come to the wrestling ring.

Mayne: He better not blow any spots or anything, we see enough of that on Vengeance with their untalented, uncoordinated roster.

Dan: Oh would you stop bad mouthing our other brand Billy, it’s become redundant up to this point. Keep your concentration on this sure to be fast paced, hard hitting action we’re moments away from witnessing.

The crowd is anxiously waiting for this battle to get started as Scott Adams stands across from none other than Rusty Cage, both of these men starting out this big five man mayhem battle, the camera briefly cutting to the trophy positioned at ringside.

Dan: And it looks as if Rusty Cage and “Classic” Scott Adams are about to get this five man mayhem underway, in a match that should be simply put, incredible.

Mayne: A lot of these guys have got a lot of credibility under their wings, and I’m really looking forward to seeing what they can bring to the table here in the ULW.

Douglas: Indeed, and just to reiterate folks, that the rules of a five man mayhem are not as simple as they appear, because no tags are necessary in this style of match, meaning these guys can come in whenever they pretty much feel like it.

Rusty and Scott begin to circle one another now, looking for an opening while their other opponents remain on the apron, looking anxious to get in there. Rusty steps forward as does Scott, both men locking up into a quick collar elbow when Adams suddenly grabs the arm and floats around under it. He places him in a quick arm ringer and then quickly reaches out with his legs, wrapping them around the ankle of Rusty. He drop toe holds him forward into the canvas and then rolls over his body with great speed, getting onto his knees in front of Cage, and wrapping his arm around his neck, applying a very fast front gantry. The crowd claps a bit before Rusty pushes himself over onto his back, Sean sliding around on his posterior though and locking him up in a seated side headlock though. He has his arms locked around his neck tightly while Rusty remains laid out before he grunts and begins to bridge himself up off of the canvas with great agility. Adams stands up in the process as Rusty pulls the arm from around his neck while bridging upwards and then pushes it over backwards, applying a top wrist lock while the fans change their reaction to boos. Rusty turns and spits in their direction though.

Rusty: Bite the fattest part of my ass you retards!

Rusty’s momentary distraction allows the Classical one to reach out with his leg, placing his heel to the back of Cage’s knee, pushing down on it. Rusty drops to a kneeling base now, breaking the top wrist lock as Scott turns and immediately wraps his arm around the neck of the kneeling Cage. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of the quick counter when Rusty pushes himself up onto his feet quickly only for Scott to switch around behind his back and apply the hammerlock. Rusty stomps his foot several times, appearing very agitated that he is locked in this hold before he drops down onto his seat, trying to escape the move. As he does so, Scott jumps over his head and rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in with a huge front dropkick straight to the face of Cage. Rusty is knocked onto his back as he grabs his face and rolls onto his side, holding his jaw. Adams gets around onto his knees and grabs his arm once again, placing it around behind his back as he establishes the hammerlock.

Rusty tries to push himself up to his feet though but instead rolls forward across the canvas, Scott forced to break the hold as Cage turns towards him and locks on a front gantry. He stands up, pulling Scott to his feet and then dropping sideways, pulling him down into a small package. Cage breaks that pin though and steps over the legs of Adams, locking them around his own and then falling to his side as he gets a version of the Indian Death Lock established. He holds Adams in the hold perfectly while he is spread across his back, flailing his arms and trying to get free.

Mayne: Some nice chain style wrestling between these two to get this match started. Rusty really showing some of the technical skills that he learned from Jackson, the original, Adams.

Douglas: Indeed, both of these men looking very impressive at the start of this five man mayhem, both of them having similar styles that seem to be complimenting one another very well.

Rusty still has the submission locked in, seated to the sides of Adams’ legs as really digs in deep with the hold. Scott yells out in pain as Cage sits up, grinning from ear to ear before Jimmy Pruitt jumps over the ropes and rushes across the ring with a great burst of speed. He jumps over the head of Rusty and catches him around the neck, pulling him down with a flip over neckbreaer, slamming Cage across the back of his noggin. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of this as Rusty breaks the hold and rolls across the canvas, gripping his noggin. Jumpin Jimmy hops to his feet as he glares down at the laid out Scott now, charging back first against the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Scott, who rolls towards him, Pruitt cartwheeling over him however and landing on his feet beside him.

Scott rises to his feet quickly, and charges in when Jimmy jumps into the air, leap frogging him. Adams rushes under Jimmy and charges into the opposite cables, jumping into the air and landing feet first on the second one before he springs off and flies backwards with a moonsault. Pruitt drops into a roll, avoiding it as Adams changes it up by landing on his feet in front of Jimmy, and then immediately slapping his knee. Jimmy gets to his feet and turns towards Adams quickly, who goes into a spinning back kick to the ribs of Pruitt. However, the quick and nimble Pruitt catches him by the ankle and lifts his finger into the air, shaking it in the direction of Adams before he pushes it away, causing Scott to go into a full revolution. He jumps into the air though and steps up Jimmy, connecting with a stiff enzugari to the back of his head with the fans screaming at the impact. Jimmy is knocked forward from the shot when Rusty steps away from the ropes and connects with a superkick straight to his jaw. Jimmy is knocked over onto his back with Rusty turning and overlooking the fans, a deranged glint in his eyes, with the fans putting their hands together, slapping the barricade after the sight of the two hard shots Pruitt just took.

Mayne: These guys definitely making use of the no tags rule.

Douglas: Oh yes, if you think this match is chaotic right now, just wait till later, because I’m sure, just like what happened in our last five man mayhem over a year ago on Annihilation, this thing is going to become unglued.

Jimmy rolls across the canvas, gripping his jaw in tremendous pain while Rusty keeps his back turned towards Scott, who rushes up behind him. He catches the back of Rusty’s head and charges at the turnbuckle, stepping up it and then turning in mid air as he drags Cage down face first into the turnbuckle with a huge bulldog. The fans put their hands together while unbeknownst to Adams, his leg was slapped by none other than Bitchcakes McPhee, who steps over the ropes and quickly enters the squared circle. Rusty rolls across the canvas, holding his jaw and his face as the Classic Adams stands up and turns towards McPhee, who moves forward and connects with a right hand to his jaw. He gets in a boxer position and connects with another right to the jaw of Scott, before now using his other arm to swing around, winding it up. He then plants a vicious, brick like left hand to the jaw of Adams, knocking him down to the canvas across his back, holding his mouth. While he rolls across the ring, McPhee pushes him with his boot and shoves him under the ropes to the outside of the ring, talking some trash in the process.

McPhee: Moo motherfucker!

Bitchcakes turns towards Rusty, who has risen to his feet as he connects with a chop to the chest of McPhee, followed by a sickening open hand palm strike. The crowd woos each shot before Rusty grabs him by the wrist and backs him up into the ropes, beginning to whip him off across the ring. McPhee puts the breaks on it though, turning around and swings under the arm of Rusty before pulling him forward into his shoulder. A loud yelp escapes Rusty’s mouth as he is hoisted into the air, Bitchcakes swinging around and planting him with a brutal spinebuster directly into the canvas. Cage grabs his back and yells out in pain as McPhee rolls quickly into the cover, hooking his leg.

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Rusty gets his shoulder off the canvas with a glazed over glint in his eyes as Bitchcakes immediately grabs his arms and swings his body around, dropping down to the canvas into a grapevine armlock. Rusty kicks both of his legs, grinding his teeth and shouting out in pain while Bitchcakes expertly locks in the hold, really putting a lot of pressure into it, trying to snap it almost. Rusty tries to break his arm free, attempting to escape the hold when “Jumpin” Jimmy Pruitt gets to his feet and rushes at the cables to the sides of both men. He springs into the air and lands feet first on the second rope, bouncing off and turning in mid air as he connects with a huge twisting senton splash across the chest of Bitchcakes, the man who defeated him last week. McPhee shouts in pain as he curls into a ball and rolls across the canvas, the crowd putting their hands together while Donovan remains on the apron, yawning as he pats his mouth. He almost seems to have no interest to become involved in this very hard hitting, fast paced contest which has got the crowd going nuts.

Douglas: What a move by this agile Jimmy Pruitt, definitely showing why he earned that “Jumpin” moniker.

Mayne: This is madness, the action is almost too quick to call in this contest.

Douglas: As it is in the majority of these five man mayhem matches.

Billy: Well regardless, the official should be trying to at least keep two men in this match at a time.

The official steps into Pruitt’s face as he stands up, requesting that he leave the ring while Bitchcakes continues to grip his ribs and remain on all fours. Rusty gets to his knees, holding his arm before he scoots across towards one of the corners. He reaches out and slaps the hand of Donovan Cage who tentatively steps over the ropes into the ring. He coyly moves in the direction of McPhee, slapping the back of his head while he remains on his knees. He plants another palm strike across the back of his head before kicking him lightly to the side of the face with his boot. Donovan sticks his arms out to his sides and looks out over the fans, chuckling to himself while the fans boo loudly, however, as soon as he takes his eyes off of Bitchcakes, Mcphee grabs him by the back of the tights and rolls him up into a school boy pin.

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Donovan kicks out of the pin attempt, getting to his feet and rushing backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in at McPhee as he throws a lethal lariat. Bitchcakes catches his arm though, hooking it and pushing it downward, causing Donovan to bend forward as McPhee catches him around the head and swings around into a brutal neckbreaker. The back of Donovan’s head crashes into the canvas as he sits up, Bitchcakes rising to his feet quickly and rushing into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off the cables and comes charging back in with an absolutely stiff, brutal knee to the face of Cage, knocking him onto his back, Bitchcakes turning and falling into the cover. The crowd gasps loudly at the sound of the stiff knee lift as Bitchcakes keeps the leg hooked.

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Donovan kicks out without warning, turning onto his side as a result while McPhee gets tp his knees, appearing slightly peeved that he didn’t just get the pinfall in this fast paced five man mayhem. He signals for the end though by raising his thumb into the air and shouting something loudly.

McPhee: MOOOO!!!

The fans start to go nuts as he grabs Donovan by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and standing him up while stepping backwards. He now rushes forward and jumps into the air, going for his jumping DDT only for Donovan to catch him on his shoulder and power him down with a brutal spinebuster directly into the canvas. The crowd groans at the sight and the sound of Bitchcake’s body being driven so violently into the canvas while he arches his back from the canvas. Cage stands up and immediately grabs his legs, locking his arms around them and then falling back. He catapults Bitchcakes through the air, chest first into the turnbuckle, bouncing off it hard while he staggers backwards, right into the waiting arms of Donovan. Cage attempts a German suplex but Bitchcakes back elbows him to the face, and then does it once more, causing him to break the hold. Capitalizing on this brief moment of Donovan being dazed, McPhee rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in for that big spear of his.

Douglas: Here comes the Charging Bull by Bitchcakes!

Mayne: Oh dear, don’t tell me this guy is going to win again.

Bitchcakes is still charging in for the spear when Donovan side steps it and catches him around the head. He grabs the back of McPhee’s pants, the Impeccable One lifting him into the air and swinging around into a vicious swinging Inverted DDT, planting the head of Bitchcakes brutally into the canvas. He rolls onto his side while Donovan scrambles into the cover, quickly hooking his leg.

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Before the pinfall can occur, Adams enters the ring and connects with a stiff kick to the side of the head of Donovan, the crowd groaning at the sound of the stiffness. Donovan rolls across the canvas, gripping his head while Adams goes straight after Bitchcakes, grabbing him by the hair and rolling him over onto his knees, he pulls him to his feet. He delivers a quick, hard kick to the gut of McPhee and then pulls him forward into a northern lights position, perhaps looking for his powerbomb from that position. Before he can hit it McPhee double axehandles him over the back, causing him to bend forward and release the hold while Bitchcakes steps back and unleashes a loud yell.

McPhee: MOOOO!!

He steps forward and jumps into the air, catching Adams by the head before pulling him down across the top of his noggin directly into the canvas. Scott stands on top of his head from the DDT before he falls onto his back, Bitchcakes having hit his Hangover finishing move. Adams lies across his spine as Bitchcakes looks only moments away from going for the pinfall. As he stands up, Donovan buries his shoulder into his spine though, hoisting him into the air with a back drop suplex position. When he gets him into the air though, Cage swings around with his arm, placing it over the chest of Bitchcakes and connecting with a rock bottom from that position. The fans scream with shock as Bitchcakes is driven hard into the canvas across his back, immediately rolling onto his side and reaching for his kidney area. Donovan gets to his feet when in front of him charges Pruitt, who rushes forward and connects with a basement dropkick to his shin, knocking him down to a kneeling base. Rusty jumps over the ropes into the ring and charges up beside Donovan, connecting with a basement dropkick to the side of his face now, knocking him over onto his back with the fans groaning the stiffness of the impact.

Mayne: Both Rusty Cage and Jimmy Pruitt surprisingly working together to take Donovan out of the equation, man this match is moving at an insanely fast pace thus far, I’m getting dizzy trying to call all of this.

Douglas: Or it could be due to the glue you were sniffing before the show, either way, I agree with you, this battle is getting frantic and fast.

Billy: I don’t sniff glue, although I ate a lot of it in pre-school.

Douglas: That explains alot.

Donovan is gripping his face while Rusty gets to his feet, lifting his arms high in the air. Pruitt steps in and blasts him across the back though with a hard clubbing forearm and then grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around. He slaps him to the side of the face with a palm strike and now grabs his wrist, whipping him across the ring. Rusty reverses the whip though, instead sending Pruitt into the turnbuckle. As he nears it, Jimmy sticks his hands out, catching the top cable and kicking his legs up into the air, with Rusty charging in after him. The legs of Pruitt land on the shoulders of Cage as he sets up for the leg scissors take down, only for Rusty to push them up into the air and off of him. He turns around and allows the shins of Pruitt to land on his shoulders once more, as he tries to connect with almost an Alabama slam from that position, however Jimmy is still holding onto the cables. He releases them without warning and swings around with his body, turning upside down and then rightside up as he flips Cage over sideways and connects with a swinging leg scissors piledriver to the shock of absolutely everyone in the arena. Rusty’s head crashes into the canvas before he flops into the air and lands on his back.

Billy: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!

Douglas: My God, I have never seen anything like that before in my entire career of both wrestling and calling matches. A swinging piledriver I guess you would call that.

Rusty spills under the ropes to the outside of the ring with the fans still putting their hands together, starting a “Holy Shit” chant at the sight of what they just witnessed. Pruitt looks dazed himself as he stands up and doesn’t even spot Donovan standing in front of him. Cage kicks him to the gut, causing Pruitt to bend forward as Donovan reaches between the legs of Jimmy and grabs both of his arms. He pulls them under the posterior of Jimmy, crossing them at the wrist so that they form an X before pulling up on the arms and causing Pruitt to flip over forward in the direction of Donovan’s body. He now catches the light Jimmy as his legs wrap around the waist of Donovan, Cage locking his arms around the mid-section of Pruitt. He reaches up and wraps his arm around the neck of Jimmy now and lifts him up into the air, off his body before allowing him to hang upside down. The crowd goes nuts surprisingly as Donovan drops him straight on top of his head with a disgusting brainbuster from that fancy position.

The crowd slaps the barricades, screaming, putting their hands together, shocked by the creative set up to the brainbuster by Donovan, who is quick to get to his feet. He doesn’t spot Bitchcakes getting up behind him though, bending forward and reaching in between the legs of Donovan. Just like Cage did a second again, Bitchcakes grabs the wrists of Donovan and pulls them between his legs from behind, then yanks upwards on them. The wrists press against Donovan’s posterior and cause him to be flipped up into the air where Bitchcakes catches him around the waist, Cage hanging upside down before McPhee jumps into the air and connects with a sit-down tombstone piledriver. The arena is buzzing as they slap the barricades once more, surprised by all the incredible moves they’ve witnessed in this five man mayhem thus far.

Douglas: Did you just see those moves Billy? Talk about impressive, I’m shocked by what I’m seeing these guys bust out here this evening.

Mayne: Everyone trying to impress as much as possible Dan, attempting to make sure they become mainstays here on Annihilation, and after what I’ve seen from everyone in this contest thus far, I think it’s safe to say we’ll be seeing a lot more of these guys on our brand.

The fans are standing, putting their hands together at the sight of the creative moves they are witnessing from everyone in this quick five man mayhem match. Bitchcakes stands up as Adams steps up behind him and catches the large man around the waist, he drops back into an absolutely stiff, sickening German suplex. The back of McPhee’s head is slammed violently into the canvas while Adams bridges over backwards with the hold to maintain the pinning predicament.

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Rusty gets up on the apron and springs onto the top rope before flying off and connecting with a brutal double stomp directly to the ribs of the bridging Scott, the fans stunned by the disturbing nature of the move. Adams wraps his arms around his waist and rolls onto his side, shouting in pain while Rusty rolls across the canvas onto his posterior, beginning to force himself up onto his feet. The fans are slapping the barricade once more, buzzing with excitement while Bitchcakes rolls to the outside of the ring, dropping onto his feet. Rusty gets to his feet and turns in the direction of Donovan, who has stood up in front of the ropes, which Bitchcakes is on the other side of. With quickness, Rusty charges at Donovan who throws a lariat, Cage ducking under it though and diving through the ropes with a suicide headbunt directly into Bitchcakes. Both men crash onto the mats with another round of applause from the sold out crowd. After missing the lariat, Donovan steps forward with Pruitt springing onto the ropes in front of him and flying off, soaring through the air and landing on top of the shoulders of Cage. He snaps over backwards, connecting with the dragonrana, pinning his shoulders to the canvas.

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Cage kicks out with just a few seconds to spare, Pruitt landing on his hands and knees as a result with a desperate glint in his eyes. Pruitt stands up quickly though, getting to his feet while Donovan holds his head, feeling the pain from basically being flipped over right on top of his head. The eyes of Jimmy lock on the outside of the ring, where Bitchcakes and Rusty are both standing up, coming to blows with one another. Pruitt quickly goes into a back flip in the direction of the ropes before he turns and cartwheels over the cables, turning and hitting a splash onto both men on the outside of the ring, sending them all three crashing into the mats. Every fan in attendance is jumping up and down, brimming with excitement, once again slapping the barricades as they go absolutely nuts.

Fans: THAT WAS AWESOME, THAT WAS AWESOME, THAT WAS AWESOME!

Douglas: That indeed was awesome, Pruitt throwing his well being aside and connecting with almost a cartwheel moonsault onto both Bitchcakes and Rusty Cage. Is there nothing this man will not do for this victory tonight?

Mayne: I’m getting horse just calling this match, man is this ever exciting, these guys must really want that trophy, and the number one contendership at the Xtreme title.

Dan: Indeed, they’re busting out everything they’ve got in what has been one of the craziest matches I think I’ve ever called. I really do think that this five man mayhem may be a permanent fixture on Annihilation from now on. With matches such as these.

Rusty, Pruitt and Bitchcakes remain down on the outside mats, all three of them barely moving after the sensational move that was just hit. Donovan gets to his feet in the ring while Adams stands up in front of him. Cage grabs him by the shoulder and chops him brutally across the chest, Adams almost knocked off of his feet when Donovan grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the cables in front of him. Adams suddenly goes into a headstand, the back of his legs striking the cables and pushing him off back onto his feet as he springs into the air, turning to face Donovan and connecting with a huge shin kick straight to the face of Cage. The crowd explodes into cheers as Donovan is knocked off of his feet and down to the canvas, Adams landing on his hands and knees after connecting with the move.

As soon as he gets up, Bitchcakes enters the ring behind him and rushes in, grabbing the back of his head and his tights, charging him at the ropes, throwing him over to the outside. Classic Scott Adams grabs the top cable though, floating over and landing feet first on the apron, before Bitchcakes steps in and throws a right hand. Scott blocks it and pops Bitchcakes under the jaw, causing him to turn away from Adams, who grabs the top rope and now springs up onto it. He flips forward, over the head of Bitchcakes, grabbing him around the noggin on the way down and connecting with a flip over stunner. The crowd goes wild once more as Bitchcakes stands up and backs into the ropes, bouncing off of them with Adams standing up, stomping both feet as he gets himself fired up. He turns towards Bitchcakes and charges in when Bitchcakes rushes forward and connects with the spear straight to the gut of Scott, causing him to flip over and crash onto his chest and stomach as a result. A groan is heard from the crowd at the sight of the Charging Bull while Bitchcakes gets to his knees quickly, covered in sweat.

He turns towards the turnbuckle where Pruitt is standing before he jumps off, soaring through the air and connecting with a high cross body, his finishing move, sending Bitchcakes crashing to the canvas. Jimmy is right on top of him, hooking his leg.

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Donovan steps in and grabs the hair of Pruitt, pulling him to his feet and placing him in a front gantry. He hoists Jimmy into the air with a suplex before he pushes him out of it and catches him on top of his shoulders, dropping him down with a sit-out powerbomb right on top of Bitchcakes. The crowd explodes into a wave of shock at the sight of this as Pruitt grabs his back, rolling across the canvas in pain, Donovan falls onto his spine in the process, appearing exhausted.

Douglas: Man, everybody just hitting one another with their finishing moves now, in what has been a crazy, crazy matchup.

Mayne: When will this insanity end?

Donovan remains on his spine when without warning, Rusty climbs to the top rope of the nearby turnbuckle and dives off into the 450 splash. He connects with it straight on top of Donovan, hitting his finishing move with the crowd swept up into the madness. He hooks the leg of Donovan quickly, going for the pinfall.

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The Impeccable One barely gets his shoulder off the canvas in time, Rusty rising to his seat, looking stunned over what just transpired, with sweat streaming down his battered body. The crowd begins to have a loud mixed reaction now at the sight of none other than Angyllic strolling down the ramp, having materialized from the backstage area. Her pregnant body waddling towards the ring with a very angry expression on her features.

Douglas: Wait a minute, this is not the place for Angyllic, nor the right time for her to be coming out here.

Billy: Is she nuts, why the hell is she dragging her fat pregnant ass to this ring?

Douglas: I think it stems from what happened earlier in the night when Donovan Cage had some foul words to say about her.

Angyllic continues towards the ring while Rusty gets to his knees, still very exhausted, aching from head to toe after what has been an absolutely insane five man mayhem. Angyllic is pointing and shouting at Donovan in the ring who has rolled onto his knees, Rusty getting up in front of him, throwing right hands into his face repeatedly with the crowd beginning to simmer down a bit. Cage throws one more right hand that Donovan ducks under, Rusty turning his back in his direction. Donovan shoves him off forward into the ropes and then stands up as Rusty comes back in, being hit with a sickening lariat, the collision sending the Alpha Generation member into a corkscrew before he collapses onto his back.

The crowd’s reaction intensifies, becoming louder, and more angry as through the crowd rushes none other than Sean Johnson. Genocide jumps the barricade now and rushes at the ring, the fans acting outraged that he is about to interject himself in this grueling five man mayhem match. He jumps onto the apron while the referee is now turned in the direction of Rusty Cage, checking on his condition. Rusty grabs him by the shirt, pulling him down and forward while mumbling incoherently to him, keeping the official from spotting Johnson who has now entered the ring, Angyllic also hopping onto the apron in her pregnant state, shouting at Donovan, who has stood up, glaring at her.

Douglas: Angyllic and Johnson both getting involved in this five person mayhem, dammit, I could have done without this.

Mayne: Yes, especially since this was an utterly fantastic match thus far.

Donovan is glaring at the furious Angyllic, who is still shouting into his face when Johnson rushes up behind Cage quickly, staggering a bit with his knee still damaged. Cage spots him from the corner of his eye though and sidesteps Sean, pushing him forward without warning, shoving him directly into Angyllic on the apron. The crowd starts to scream as Angyllic is knocked off the apron, being sent crashing back first onto the mats, grabbing her large, pregnant stomach immediately. Sean steps backwards, his hands placed over his head and an absolutely stunned expression on his face. He shakes his head back and forth, looking appalled by what he accidently just did before Donovan steps up behind him and plants a hard big boot directly into the back of his head. Sean is knocked to the canvas across his chest and stomach as a result before he rolls to the outside of the ring.

Billy: OH MY GOD, Johnson just knocked a pregnant Angyllic off the apron! He just took out Simon Cagero’s true love and may have killed his baby, haven’t we had enough of those already?

Douglas: This is disgusting, this is downright disgusting, Donovan Cage with no thought of what could happen to Angyllic, just shoved Johnson right into her. What a reprehensible human being.

Donovan looks unconcerned with what just happened, backing up and shaking his head while Johnson crawls towards the unconscious Angyllic, terror in his eyes while he begins to scoop up the pregnant young lady, who could be seriously injured. Cage still looks unconcerned with what just happened as he now turns around to face Bitchcakes, who roars across the ring and connects with a spear to his mid-section. Donovan is knocked through the ropes as Bitchcakes spills out with him as well, both men collapsing hard onto the outside mats. Inside of the ring, Scott Adams has gotten back to his feet, looking to be in a lot of pain as he steps towards Rusty Cage, who is slowly making his way to his feet, utilizing the ropes as a brace. He turns to face Scott now who bends forward and catches him gut first to his shoulder, lifting him with the Northern Lights suplex but turning it into a huge powerbomb. The body of Rusty is driven hard into the canvas while Adams stares down at him, shouting in anger, all pumped up while Jimmy crawls up behind him and then stands. He jumps into the air without warning, sticking his feet under the armpits of Adams and rolling him over in reverse into a pinning predicament. Pruitt sits on the back of Adams’ legs as the count is quickly made.

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The entire arena reacts with shock as Adams kicks out just a second too late, sitting up with wide eyes, stunned by the quick pin by Pruitt. He is sitting up, grimacing in anger as Pruiit rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, beginning to hop up and down, equally as surprised by the pinfall.

Douglas: Jumpin Jimmy Pruitt has done it, he’s won this five man mayhem match!

Mayne: What!?! The kid has less brain cells than Bitchcakes? How could he get that cheap pin?

Dan: He caught Adams out of nowhere, that’s for sure, but he has now won this match, and will get a shot at the Xtreme title next week, as well as the dignity of carrying around that trophy.

Billy: I cannot believe this, I cannot believe this at all! Pruitt can not go down in the record books as the best newcomer on Annihilation, no way this is acceptable.

Douglas: Even though that was a tremendous win, I still cannot get my mind off of what just happened to Angyllic.

The referee hands Pruitt the trophy, which he begins to hop up and down with, brimming with excitement and surprise. Scott rolls to his knees, glaring at him through the ropes with anger creeping into his features. Pruitt gives the trophy a big hug while still acting very excited. Sean Johnson in the meanwhile has scooped up Angyllic, carrying her to the backstage area in a hurry.


SPECIAL REFEREE, HUH?


Fury abounds from the damaged body of Desolation, who finds himself lying on his hands and knees in a backstage corridor, just a few inches removed from the entry way. His referee shirt is ripped as it the massive boot of Baine slaps across the side of his face. Desolation drops onto his stomach as a result, knocked through a loop by the shot as Rusty Cage now comes into the camera’s frame, stomping away at him as well while Mark Comeau stands in the background, shouting orders. The fans look on in outrage, Desolation being jumped before he could even reach the ring.

Mark: That’s right, kick his ass, beat that fun loving son of a bitch to death if you have to. Kill him, kill him!

The massive body of Baine steps towards a collection of steel bars, positioned diagonally against the wall at Desolation’s side. With a grunt he pushes the bars over, each of them hitting the spine of Desolation, who writhes in anguish as he tumbles onto his stomach. Rusty continues to stomp at the back of his head repeatedly, trying to do as much damage as possible to keep the Dark Man from officiating tonight’s World title match. Desolation is unable to put up much of a fight against the seven foot seven Baine, and Rusty, who clearly must have jumped him completely from behind. Baine steps towards a stack of 2x4's now and lifts one into the air with ease, Desolation forcing himself up into a crawling base once more. Baine yells out loudly and busts the 2x4 over the back of the Dark Man’s head, causing him to shout out even louder as he rolls onto his back. There seems to be nothing left of him now as Rusty spits down at him, Desolation’s face overwhelmed with anguish, with great pain.

Mark: Alright gentlemen, I think we’ve done enough....

Baine whips his hair back to see into his frightening eyes which remain focused on the down Desolation, taking a step in reverse though. Rusty shakes his head as he glares down at Desolation, chips of wood lying all around his badly damaged body as Mark steps towards one of the gentlemen he despises with a passion. He extends his finger outward into the face of Desolation while bending forward to speak to him.

Comeau: Desolation, you had your fun last week, but I’ll be damned if you have anymore of it at my expense. Tonight, I’m spring cleaning, I’ve already taken out Lethal Weapon, and now you, all that’s left to do is to remove the rest of the trash in the form of AWOL. You will not interfere, you will not interject yourself, because next time, I won’t call these ravenous wolves off, I’ll let them pick the meat clean from your bones.

Desolation leans forward suddenly and spits a huge wad of saliva straight into the face of Mark before falling onto his back once more. Fury sets into the eyes of Desolation, who is still in tremendous agony, yet refuses to show it while Mark swipes the spit from his face. He rears his head back and unleashes a grunt before he stomps the forehead of Desolation with great anger.

Mark: Pride will get you nowhere Desolation, Lethal learned the same lesson tonight.

The lip of Comeau quivers from anger as he backs away, glaring down at Desolation. Spit slides down his features, Comeau not even bothering to wipe it away now, wearing it instead as a badge of honor almost. Rusty and Baine both shake their heads as they walk away from Desolation, who remains spread across his back, writhing in anguish in his ripped referee shirt.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


ANGYLLIC’S CONDITION


A door marked clearly with the emblem, “Trainer’s Room,” takes up the camera’s frame. The pure white paint which covers it is briefly shadowed as Sean Johnson worryingly paces in front of it. He sinks his teeth into the very tips of his nails, shaking his head back and forth all the while with great duress, with sadness in his eyes, obviously never having meant to do what he did in the center of the ring just a few short moments ago. He is panicked, nervous and impatient as his eyes keep glancing towards the doorway, anxiously waiting for someone to come out and perhaps inform him of the condition of the pregnant woman he unintentionally struck just a few moments ago. Like an answer to his prayers, and with relief, his eyes open widely, glaring at the door as it pops open and out strides the elderly doctor on hand in the arena. He has a pear of surgical gloves over his hands, pulling the latex surface away from his skin while Sean quickly approaches the wise looking apparition.

Johnson: Doc, is she okay, is the baby alright? I didn’t mean to do it, it was an accident I swear, that son of a bitch Donovan Cage pushed me into her.....

The doctor sticks his palms up, motioning for Johnson to calm down, to relax for a second.

Doctor: Calm down Mr. Johnson, calm down, relax, everything is fine. Anygllic is okay and so is the baby, I can assure you that absolutely nothing serious happened to either of them.

Sean runs his hands over his sweaty head, unleashing a sigh of relief as he stares up at the rafters. His eyes finally float back down to the doctor, with a relieved grin growing on his face.

Sean: So everything is fine then, right? The baby is okay...?

Doctor: Completely healthy, and despite being a little shook up and emotional, so is Anygllic. There’s no need to worry, you can calm down a little now.

With another sigh Genocide unleashes his angst and despair, taking the wise old doctor’s advice, who turns to enter the room once more. Sean continues to look on with a smile on his face, pleased that Angyllic and the baby will be just fine. However, that serenity, that relaxation begins to fade as anger fills his features, contemplating exactly what Donovan Cage just did, and mulling over what he’ll do to the Impeccable One as a result.


THE ULTIMATE THRILL RIDE


A loud reaction cuts through the arena as the camera opens on a backstage parking structure, the facility lined with parked cars from cement edge to cement edge. The lens is focused on the entrance to the arena though, looking up the ramp where a set of headlights can be seen, progressing forward. The camera pulls back as a limo pulls into the arena, the same one that AWOL stole last week with Comeau in the backseat. However, the vehicle is in nowhere near the same condition, smoke shooting from beneath the hood as if it had been driven to it’s extreme most capabilities. The roof of the car is also tore off, leaving jagged pieces of metal sticking up from the windows with nothing to dig into. The sides of the car are dented up badly and smeared with the pain from other vehicles and sparks fly from the rear bumper, which drags across the cement below, hanging just barely. The fans explode into cheers at the sight of none other than AWOL seated behind the driver’s wheel though, a large grin on his face with a pear of shades positioned on the edge of his nose, the World title glistening over his shoulder. He looks around slowly, grinning widely as the car comes to a stop.

AWOL: Damn that was a fun ride, who would have thought you could get a limo up to 100, and that police chase was just exhilarating.

AWOL catches glance of the watch around his wrist as he grimaces, realizing that he’s late for his title defense. He pushes the driver’s side door open and steps out quickly before slamming it behind him.

AWOL: I can’t believe I’m late, management may get a little upset about that....

The Champion keeps from trying to chuckle to himself as he shakes his head and moves towards the doors leading into the arena while the camera remains focused on the limo. Suddenly, the door that AWOL just closed, busts off it’s hinges and collapses onto the cement floor. As soon it does, the axle in the front of the car shatters as well, the tires popping off and spilling onto the ground as well while the car’s grill crashes into the floor, the limo literally falling apart.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


RETRIBUTION COMING SOON


AWOL © VS. JACKSON ADAMS
WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
SPECIAL REFEREE: DESOLATION


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

Dan Douglas: The time is now ladies and gentlemen, for this World Heavyweight title match, where the odds are definitely going to be stacked against AWOL, who just arrived only a few short seconds ago.

Mayne: Who cares about AWOL and what he did to Mark Comeau’s limo, start concentrating on Jackson Adams, on JA, the man who is about to become a double champion in the ULW.

Douglas: I’m not even going to try and dispute the fact that Jackson stole the Livewire title away from Nathan any longer with you. It’s become pointless till now, but you better stop banking on Adams effortlessly pinning AWOL tonight for the World title, it’s not a given. AWOL has overcome extreme odds before, constantly persevering in the face of adversity.

Mayne: Yeah, but his luck has run out here tonight Dan.

Jackson looks eager in the ring, marching back and forth while slapping himself in the face to get mentally psyched for what should be an intense World Heavyweight title bout. The arena lights dim as white search lights pan over the audience. Some mellow guitar chords are overlayed with a voice...

It's safe to say,
you're never alive.
A big part of you has died,
and by the way...

All the arena lights go out, save the fans holding lighters into the air.

I HOPE YOU'RE SATISFIED!!!!

The stage literally explodes as mushroom cloud shaped pyrotechnics fly from the corners, Godsmack's "Alive" ripping from the arena's speakers as the biggest, craziest bastard in this industry strides from the back, the World Heavyweight title glistening over his shoulder. His eyes immediately lock with Jackson Adams’, both men staring into one another’s very souls as the big man glares from side to side at the fans before leaping to the ring apron, stepping between the middle rope. He climbs one turnbuckle, slapping a hand against his chest twice before raising the fist into the air, shouting "Semper Fi, Do or Die" along with the fans. He drops back to the mat, bouncing from foot to foot and turning to face the man he once called his teammate.

Mayne: And look at this disrespectful disgrace to the World title, he didn’t even show up here tonight until he had to because he was out joyriding. What kind of World Champion does that make, I mean, look at JA, he’d be a perfect title holder, he defines a respectable champion. After all, he’s held that Livewire title since way back at Extinction.

Douglas: He is not the Livewire Champion for the last fucking time! Sorry, swore I wouldn’t fly off the handle, but you make that impossible for me to maintain my anger. Anyway, AWOL does make a great World Champion Billy, just because he doesn’t fit the mold of former title holders, it doesn’t make him any less credible, or deserving of that title. This man has been a great champion, and I have a feeling that after tonight, that’s exactly what he’ll still be.

Billy: Ha! You should do stand up comedy Dan.

Jackson and AWOL begin to start circling one another now with the Champion looking around for someone to give the title belt to, but there is no referee with Desolation taken out backstage. Suddenly, I Stand Alone hits the PA system as the crowd starts to boo furiously, from the backstage area, Rusty Cage emerges with a referee shirt on.

Douglas: Oh come on now, you cannot be serious. Rusty Cage is coming out here to officiate this match?

Mayne: Perfect, absolutely perfect, you couldn’t ask for a better referee, somebody as impartial and talented as Rusty just adds more credibility to this match.

Dan: You are so full of shit your eyes are brown Billy, this is doing nothing more but putting AWOL at even more of a disadvantage.

Rusty steps towards the ring, pointing at his official shirt and smiling from ear to ear as AWOL glares at him from the ring, looking furious as he just drops the World title onto the apron. His eyes burn a hole through Rusty, who hops onto the apron, still motioning towards his shirt. AWOL finally turns his sights towards Adams, grinning in the corner.

With a huge mixed reaction the fans vocalize their pleasure at the sight of none other than AWOL staring a hole directly through the soul of one Jackson Adams. The crowd’s anger only increases by leaps and bounds as Jackson steps forward slowly, Rusty Cage standing back with the referee shirt still binding to his upper half. AWOL quickly steps forward, moving in the direction of Jackson Adams, who back peddles a bit, shouting at Rusty to do something. Cage steps in front of the World Champion, immediately motioning towards his referee shirt and demanding that AWOL obey the rules, that he move back and wait for the bell to sound. AWOL’s conniving, devious eyes remain focused upon a smiling, egotistical Jackson, who looks out over the fans who are starting a rather disturbing chant.

Fans: DIE JACKSON DIE, DIE JACKSON DIE, DIE JACKSON DIE!

Adams appears rather troubled by the chant as he Rusty turns and motions for the bell, officially getting this match started. The crowd is buzzing as AWOL and Adams slowly begin to progress towards one another and now reach out into a quick collar elbow lock. With relative ease AWOL switches around under the arm of Jackson and immediately locks in the arm ringer on a stunned Adams, who still refuses to remove the Livewire title from around his waist.

Mayne: And this match is started, perhaps Jackson’s greatest opportunity in ULW to date, an opportunity that he has been denied since day one here in this federation. A shot that he deserves more than anybody and he didn’t need a tournament to prove that.

Douglas: Oh please, that’s ridiculous, this is nothing more than bullshit politics coming into play. Mark is desperate to get that World title off of AWOL, and he’s done everything he can to weaken the Champion before this match, to make Jackson’s win as simple as possible. However, against AWOL, nothing will ever be simple.

Mayne: Except AWOL’s IQ, bazing! You’ve got to give me props for that one.

AWOL continues to twist at the arm of Jackson with this simple, yet effective hold when the man who stole the Livewire title begins to arch backwards and slide around under his own arm, turning in a circle to face AWOL. He immediately switches the arm ringer onto the Champion now, AWOL not appearing pleased in the slightest as he stomps his foot a bit against the canvas. He now lifts the point of his elbow into the air though, bringing it down into the wrists of Jackson that are connected to the hands which keep AWOL in this hold. He pushes one wrist away and then swings around under the arm of JA, applying his own arm ringer once more with the crowd starting to clap.

Jackson shakes his head back and forth, appearing rather agitated and concerned while Rusty steps in to check on the hold, trying to find a way to give Adams the edge anyway he possibly can. Jackson now reaches out with his hand, grabbing one of AWOL’s that is gripping his wrist and pulling it away from his arm before he once again reverses the arm ringer, applying it right back on the World Champion. AWOL’s dissatisfaction grows as he stares at the mocking features of Jackson, and now swings around with his feet, locking them around the ankle of Adams. He drop toe holds him directly down into the canvas and turns, rolling sideways over top the back of Jackson and getting over his head before he reaches down and grabs his arm, lifting it into the air and placing him in the arm ringer once more. The fans show their appreciation, cheering loudly while Adams remains spread over the canvas, his arm being tightly gripped with the kneeling AWOL who is off to his side throughout this process.

AWOL stands up, keeping a tight grip on Jackson’s arms, who gets to his knees, grinding his teeth in anguish, appearing very troubled by this submission. He stands up himself though and quickly steps around under the arm of AWOL, yet again reversing into his own arm ringer submission, the feeling out process between the two continuing. The anger in AWOL’s eyes grows tremendously before he finally reaches out with his free hand and grabs both of Jackson’s, pulling them together and beginning to run in circles. He pulls Jackson around and around and around with several revolutions before finally releasing Adams, sending him charging into the cables and spilling through them directly to the outside of the ring. The fans are cheering wildly as Adams crashes onto the mats and gets onto his knees, appearing dizzy and furious over what just happened.

He stands up and steps towards the barricade, kicking it violently and then mouthing off as he starts up the ramp, heading towards the backstage area. AWOL leans back first against the turnbuckle, not seeming to care if Adams leaves or not while the fans boo loudly.

Douglas: Oh come on, as if jumping Desolation backstage and having Rusty Cage come out here apparently still hasn’t put Adams at ease enough because he’s walking away from this World title match with AWOL, his former teammate.

Mayne: No he’s not walking away, he’s stretching his calves, he doesn’t want to pull a muscle like Desolation may have did backstage.

Jackson continues up the ramp when Mark Comeau appears through the curtains and marches towards the challenger, the fans booing even louder than before. He points at the ring and begins to mouth something to Adams, telling him to get back in there, trying to reassure him as Jackson nods and heads back towards the ring. Comeau follows him while AWOL remains tense in the ring, staring both men down while they march in the direction of the squared circle. Adams jumps onto the apron while a smirking AWOL just keeps his distance, his eyes focused on the furious Comeau though now at ringside. Jackson sticks his legs through the ropes, about to get into this match with AWOL as the fans start to chant once more.

Fans: JACKSON’S A PUSSY, JACKSON’S A PUSSY, JACKSON’S A PUSSY!

The fans slap the barricades while making this rhythmic chant that causes Jackson’s face to become overwhelmed, flushed with anger. He slides through the ropes now and immediately marches up straight to AWOL, bumping chests with him in order to prove the crowd wrong. AWOL steps back in the center of the ring before the inspired Jackson slaps him across the side of the face with great force, the World Champion stepping back a bit. He lowers his head and stares down at the canvas with a grin still present on his face while Jackson bad mouths him and now lifts his bicep into the air, motioning towards it. AWOL continues to chuckle before he looks up into the face of Jackson and slaps him with absolute brutality straight across the jaw. Jackson is sent crashing onto his back as he wraps his hands around his face before immediately rolling across the ring and spilling under the ropes once more.

Fans: YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED, YOU GOT BITCH SLAPPED....

Comeau steps towards Jackson, rubbing his own jaw as if he felt the slap himself, Jackson rising to his knees and looking around in a dazed, yet furious state. He seethes in anger as he stands up and kicks the barricade once more, shouting at a fan in the front row, who was chanting along with everyone else. Mark pats Adams on the back and tells him to get back in the ring as Jackson marches towards it tentatively, moving very cautiously while AWOL doesn’t budge from the center of the squared circle, staring the challenger down. Rusty shouts at AWOL to keep it cool and play by the rules, yet AWOL doesn’t pay him the slightest bit of attention, remaining focused on Adams who slides into the ring and keeps his distance from the World Champion.

Douglas: I wish Adams would stop pussyfooting around and get in there already to face AWOL.

Mayne: He can buy his time, there’s nothing wrong with that whatsoever. The man is developing his strategy.

Jackson begins to step towards AWOL who lifts a closed fist into the air, causing Adams to back peddle immediately. Rusty grabs AWOL by the wrist and points at his closed fist as he turns away from Jackson, who rushes forward quickly. He throws a forearm into the upper back of AWOL, causing him to stagger before he turns back around to face Jackson, who slugs him to the jaw and then does it once more. The World Champion is knocked back as Jackson steps in reverse and plants a kiss on his fist then steps forward once more, walking straight into a stiff open hand slap to the side of his face. The crowd groans as Jackson is knocked backwards, AWOL slapping him to the other side of the head now. The Big Crazy Bastard looks livid as he begins to slap both sides of Adams’ face repeatedly with both hands, his features contorted with rage.

Jackson is left staggered as AWOL grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the turnbuckle, JA unable to defend himself. He turns and crashes back first into the turnbuckle when AWOL charges in and lifts his boot into the air, crashing it straight into the features of Adams. The crowd screams as Jackson is knocked off of his feet, tumbling onto his bottom after the stiff, brutal running big boot, AWOL’s leg still stuck over the top rope. He pulls it back quickly though and turns to overlook the crowd, slapping both of his hands together, and hunching forward as he motions towards the incoherent Adams seated in the corner. The crowd knows what is coming next as AWOL steps in and places his boot to the side of Jackson’s head, pushing his heel across his features. He pulls it back and drives his boot into the face of Jackson again, hitting the face wash before turning and charging across the ring quickly. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in, jumping forward as he plants the bottom of his boot directly into the face of Adams, causing JA’s body to kick into the air. The fans are cheering loudly at the sight of the face wash as AWOL steps back, raising his fist into the air.

Mark runs his hands over his head on the outside of the ring, appearing panicked while Rusty steps up into the face of AWOL, pointing at him and shouting. AWOL snaps at Rusty with his teeth, causing Cage to jump back with his hands held out in front of him. Jackson in the meanwhile has crawled to the center of the ring, looking very dazed, very out of it before AWOL steps in and kicks him stiffly to the chest. Jackson rises to his knees, yelling out in pain while he places his arms over his chest, AWOL grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to his feet. He steps around under the arm of Jackson and backs him up into the ropes before whipping him off across the ring. Adams bounces off the cables and comes back in when AWOL charges forward and jumps into the air, connecting with a huge flying knee lift to the face of Jackson, causing him to crash onto his back, and wrap his hands around his jaw.

Douglas: AWOL just taking it to Jackson Adams here at the start of this World Title match, beating down the man who left a bloodied mess alongside Mark Comeau a month or so ago on Annihilation.

Mayne: Jackson is just conserving his energy is all, wait, you’ll see what he’s capable of.

Dan: This isn’t long distance running, there’s no need to be conserving energy.

Jackson is gripping his jaw from tremendous pain as he yet again tries to get to his feet. AWOL is right there though, stepping in and grabbing the hair of Adams, pulling him to his feet as Jackson yells out in a panicked state almost. The World Champion grabs the wrist of Adams and backs him into the ropes once more before whipping him off. Without warning Jackson reverses the whip, instead sending AWOL across the ring and into the opposite cables. He hits them back first yet wraps his arms around the top cable, keeping from coming back in when Adams turns to face him, looking upset. Jackson slaps his bicep and rushes in for a clothesline when AWOL bends forward, back dropping him over the ropes. JA grabs the top cable though and floats over, landing feet first on the apron as AWOL turns around and receives a hard forearm strike to the jaw. AWOL is staggered before Jackson bends forward and goes for a spear through the ropes into his gut. AWOL steps out of the way though as Jackson sticks his head and shoulders through the top and middle rope.

AWOL rushes in and goes for a running shin kick to the face of Adams, who pulls his head back through the ropes in the nick of time, causing the Champion to miss the move he intended at the last second. A huge grin forms on Adams’ face as he points at AWOL and begins laughing only for the Big Crazy Bastard to almost superkick the jaw of Jackson over the ropes, causing him to crash to the mats below. The fans put their hands together, going nuts over what they just witnessed as Adams rolls across the mats, holding his jaw and standing up slowly as he shakes his head back and forth. He finally turns in the direction of the ring when AWOL rushes across the squared circle, bouncing off the far ropes and then coming back. His massive body flies through the ropes as he hits a suicide flying forearm to the jaw of Adams. The entire arena explodes with a wave of cheers as Jackson is sent flying backwards in reverse, crashing onto his back and flipping over into a roll up the ramp.

Douglas: AIR AWWOOOOLLL!!!

Mayne: Fat men were not created to fly like that.

Dan: Well AWOL just defied the laws of gravity and may have broke Jackson’s jaw in the process.

Both Mark and Rusty look distressed as Jackson gets to his knees on the ramp, looking out of it, AWOL not giving him any time to rest however as he quickly steps in. He grabs the hair of Jackson once more, dragging him to his feet and pulling his almost lifeless, dazed body towards the corner of the steel plated barricades, where a chair is set up. He now sits Jackson in the chair and gives him a quick, brutal chop across the chest which causes Adams to wail in pain while the Champion turns and looks out over the fans who are going absolutely mad as they realize what is coming next. AWOL steps across the mats and turns towards the prone Jackson in the corner of the barricades before unleashing a roar and rushing forward, lifting his boot and slamming it into the side of Adams’ head. The fans scream as Jackson’s skull is crushed between the boot and the barricade, AWOL having hit the Olay kick and almost taken the head off the Challenger in the process.

Jackson slides out of the chair and falls to his knees, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lifts one finger into the air then tumbles down into the mats. AWOL slaps his hands together with the crowd going absolutely insane before he lifts his own finger into the air...

AWOL: One more?

The crowd screams with enthusiasm as AWOL nods his head and steps towards Jackson, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him to his feet before he launches him down back first into the chair once more. AWOL turns away from him and steps across the mats, slapping his hands together as he sets up for another face wash into the barricade, Mark slapping the apron and shouting for Adams to do something. AWOL turns towards him and begins to rush in quickly for the move when Rusty Cage slides out of the ring and steps in front of him. AWOL stops abruptly, the fans livid as Rusty points at his referee shirt and demands that AWOL back up, that he stay away from the dazed Adams in the corner. Jackson uses this time to stand up and stagger towards the ring, rolling under the ropes to the inside and then standing up as he throws several fists in his brain damaged state.

He shakes his head back and forth very confused while lifting his fist into the air, staring down at it and trying to make sense of his surroundings. AWOL contemplates getting disqualified as the arrogant Rusty still points at his shirt and motions for him to once again, obey his demands. With a roll of his eyes the Champion starts towards the ring, sliding under the ropes only for Jackson to step in and blast him over the back with a double axehandle. AWOL quickly rises to his knees though and throws a fist into the gut of Adams, bending him forward, he now slaps him across the side of his face with a sickening open hand strike. Jackson is knocked onto his back once more while AWOL crawls into the cover, hooking his leg. However, Rusty acts as if he’s busy, sliding back into the ring and immediately stepping towards Comeau who has jumped onto the apron, acting irate.

Mayne: Look at Rusty, being an unbiased official and trying to get Comeau off the apron!

Douglas: Are you fucking kidding me? He’s completely not even paying attention to the pinfall in the ring, this is outright disgusting in every way!

Rusty is grinning as he fakes arguing with Mark on the apron, AWOL standing up and storming in the direction of the GM. Mark drops off the apron quickly but begins to yell at AWOL in an irate state, the Champion leaning against he ropes and shaking his head as if disappointed in the General Manager. He finally turns back towards the laid out Jackson, beginning to step towards and over one of his legs when Adams launches it upward directly into his testicles. The fans scream in anger as AWOL drops to his knees, reaching for his groin, Jackson rolling to his knees and stepping to his side with Rusty acting as if he’s completely oblivious to what just happened. Adams wraps his arm around the neck of AWOL and pulls him to his feet before dropping back into a quick, snap DDT that slams the head of the Champion into the canvas while he rolls over onto his back.

Jackson, not feeling comfortable that he may have the pinfall, rolls to his knees and begins to reach down, grabbing something from his boot as discretely as possible. Mark jumps onto the apron once more, Rusty acting as if he’s arguing with him to get down as Jackson now pulls out one of his laces, stepping towards AWOL who has gotten to his knees and wrapping it around his throat. The fans are irate as Jackson begins to choke AWOL, strangling him with the shoe lace.

Dan: Dammit, are you seeing this, Jackson is strangling AWOL with one of his shoe laces! This is outright disgusting!

Mayne: You and your drugs Dan, I don’t see any shoe lace, stop imaging things in your old age.

AWOL’s face is turning bright red as Jackson continues to choke him with the lace, really pulling back on it with all of his strength, with the fans voicing their anger. As Rusty finally turns around, he acts once again like he’s oblivious to the cheating, Adams taking his time to cover it up as he locks in a sleeper on the Big Crazy Bastard, concealing the shoe lace. The blood is rushing to the face of AWOL as he begins to force himself upwards though, trying to stand up with Jackson still holding him in the sleeper with all of his strength. JA, realizing that AWOL is reaching his feet, breaks the hold and spins the Champion around, chopping him stiffly to the chest. A “woo” is heard from a select few fans in attendance as AWOL is backed towards one of the turnbuckle. Jackson steps in and chops him across the chest again, before doing it once more as stiff as he can, then grabs the dazed AWOL by the hair and begins to shout into his face.

Jackson: You were just a slave to the Empire you stupid mother fucker, your nothing, your nobody! This is my era!!

Jackson slaps AWOL across the face and kicks him to the knee, causing him to drop onto his seat in the turnbuckle as Adams pitches the shoe lace to the apron. He turns towards Rusty, stepping towards the special referee as the two men begin to fake an argument with one another, Mark stepping by on the outside of the ring and grabbing the shoe lace. He picks it up and steps towards AWOL, reaching into the ring and wrapping it around the throat of the World Champion, beginning to strangle him violently. The crowd is unleashing their anger as Rusty acts distracted, AWOL being choked viciously by the General Manager, who shakes his head back and forth, appearing irate. He releases AWOL now who’s face is turning a shade of purple as Jackson steps in and places his boot to his throat, choking him once more. Rusty very slowly makes a five count before Adams takes his boot away from the throat of AWOL and grabs him around the head, pulling him to his feet and snapmaring him over to the center of the ring. Jackson drops into the cover quickly, Rusty falling to make the count even quicker.

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AWOL gets his shoulder up, even while dazed, very deprived of oxygen. With quickness Jackson rises to his knees and shouts for something, Mark throwing the shoe lace between the ropes straight into his hand, while Rusty turns away, caught with a sudden burst of sneezing. Adams unravels the shoe lace and wraps it around the throat of AWOL, beginning to choke him once more with anger and spite in the eyes of Jackson. The skin of AWOL becomes even darker, gasping badly for air while kicking both of his feet before Jackson hides the shoe lace and wraps his arms around the throat of the Champion again, applying another sleeper. AWOL refuses to stay down though, starting to force himself up to his feet with Jackson still trying to hold on with all of his strength, trying his best to keep the World Champion down.

Mayne: Why doesn’t AWOL just stay down, there’s no way he’s walking out of here World Champion tonight, he should just throw in the towel already.

Douglas: Odds stacked against him or not, AWOL is going to keep fighting, he’s going to keep fighting until he has nothing left, and that’s why he’s World Champion today.

AWOL stands up with Jackson still locking him in the sleeper until he grunts and uses brute strength to perform a standing switch. He gets around behind Jackson, applying the rear naked choke which has the fans cheering, realizing that he could be setting up for the kokina clutch. Before he can get it locked in though, Jackson bites down on one of the hands of AWOL, sinking his teeth into it and causing the Champion to yell out in tremendous pain, the crowd vocalizing their fury. AWOL is forced to break the sleeper as Jackson turns to face him and kicks him to the gut and then steps to his side before rushing in and catching him with a huge swinging neckbreaker, planting the back of his head into the canvas.

Jackson turns onto his knees and quickly scrambles into the cover with desperation in his eyes. Mark shouts from the outside of the ring for Rusty to make the cover immediately. Cage drops down and slaps the canvas with absolute quickness.

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AWOL barely gets his shoulder up in time to beat the fast count by Rusty as Jackson stands up, slapping his hands together and demanding that Cage make the count even quicker, Comeau doing the same from the outside of the ring. AWOL rolls onto his knees as Jackson gets to his feet and reveals the shoe lace in his hands once more, this time not even trying to hide it from Rusty, and Cage not trying to stop him at all. Jackson pulls the string out between both of his hands and wraps it around the throat of AWOL once more, strangling him violently as he straddles the back of the Champion, who’s face is beginning to become a shade of purple. AWOL is gagging for air, as Jackson pulls him over onto his side, falling to his chest and stomach behind him as both men are completely laid out. There seems to be no escape for AWOL who is being completely choked out with the shoe lace, Adams putting as much into the choke as humanly possible, attempting to finally force the Champion to pass out. Rusty, still not doing a thing about it, falls to his knees in front of AWOL, watching closely, seeing if he passes out or not while Mark seems to be standing on nails on the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Dammit, this is so wrong, this is reprehensible, Adams clearly strangling AWOL with the shoe lace, clearly choking the man out here and Rusty is not doing a damn thing about it.

Mayne: Of course not, he knows Adams is just a few moments away from winning the World Heavyweight Championship and that he wouldn’t really need the shoe lace to get the job done.

Dan: Your logic is completely and utterly irrelevant.

AWOL’s face has become bright purple as Jackson is still choking him with the shoe lace as much as possible, Rusty scooting in on his knees and grabbing the arm of the Champion. He lifts it into the air with the fans on the edges of their seats, realizing that AWOL may have fainted now. The arm falls to the canvas Rusty releases it, the special referee eagerly lifting it into the air once more. He releases it yet again as the arm tumbles to the canvas, AWOL completely unconscious thanks to the strangulation by the shoe lace. Adams is chuckling to himself as he dementedly pulls on the lace even more, further strangling him while Rusty stands up and grabs the wrist one last time, beginning to lift it into the air. He looks around at the fans with a very excited expression on his face, while Mark climbs up onto the apron, getting ready to celebrate.

Before he has a chance to drop it though the crowd goes absolutely nuts at the sight of none other than Desolation strolling through the curtains and onto the ramp. The Dark Man has a furious expression on his face he starts towards the ring in his ripped referee shirt, gripping the back of his head throughout the process.

Mayne: Oh no, oh no, what the hell is this, why is this man coming out here!?!

Douglas: Desolation coming to the ring injury and all to put a stop to this damn travesty we’re witnessing before our very eyes! Yes, yes!!

Billy: Why he can’t the stupid number one contender keep his nose out of this title match, out of the Alpha Generation’s and Comeau’s business!?!

Rusty drops the arm of AWOL as it falls to his side, turning away and stepping towards the ropes quickly. AWOL is out cold from the strangling of the shoe lace as Mark shouts at Rusty to stop Desolation, Cage following orders while he slides through the ropes and drops onto the mats at the end of the ramp. He starts up it quickly with anger in his eyes, rushing at the Dark Man with the fans going absolutely insane. He throws a lariat at Desolation, who ducks under it, getting around behind the back of Rusty, who turns to face him now and walks straight into a lethal, stiff, sickening superkick straight to the jaw. Rusty is knocked onto his back brutally as Desolation stares down at him, still gripping the back of his head and appearing truly irate.

Mayne: NOOO! Desolation just took out the referee, somebody call for the bell!

Douglas: Desolation is suppose to be the referee in this match Billy, so this match cannot be thrown out because he took out this fraud of an official Rusty Cage!

Desolation turns towards the ring and begins to make his way towards it with the fans jumping up and down, going absolutely nuts. He storms towards the squared circle when Mark rushes around to the end of the ramp, throwing off his jacket and tossing it down to the mats quickly. With anger in his face he steps towards Desolation, throwing a right hand only for the Dark Man to block it. The crowd relishes at the sight of Desolation now throwing a right hand into the jaw of Mark, backing him up towards the ring, the roof almost being blown off the arena. Desolation grabs the button up shirt of Mark and rips it open before he delivers a sickening knife edge chop to the chest of Comeau, that causes him to stagger backwards. He is grabbed by the wrist now and the back of his head as Desolation rushes him at the barricade and throws him over into the sea of humanity, which rejoices as he crashes onto the concrete at their feet. Desolation spits at him and turns towards the ring, having taken out all the outside interference in this World title match while Jackson stands up in the ring, AWOL finally coming through. The Champion is crawling as Jackson lifts the shoe string into the air again, about to use it once more, not even spotting Desolation entering the ring behind him.

Douglas: Desolation has taken out Rusty Cage and Mark Comeau, this match is now being left one on one like it should have been from the get go!

Mayne: How dare Desolation put his hands on Mark Comeau, how dare he touch the General Manager, he should be stripped of his number one contendership!

Jackson begins to step towards the dazed, crawling AWOL with the shoe lace held high when Desolation steps up behind him and grabs the string. He pulls it out of a shocked Jackson’s hands, who turns to face Desolation, his eyes opening widely and anger setting into his features. Desolation pitches the shoe lace to the outside of the ring and begins to shout at Jackson, who backs up in the direction of AWOL, who is stood up with a very sour expression on his face. AWOL is fuming with outrage as Jackson backs up straight into him, the World Champion aching for some retribution. He grabs Jackson by the shoulder and spins him around, connecting with a slap to the side of his face, followed by another devastating palm strike which backs him up a bit. AWOL chops him stiffly across the chest, causing the crowd to scream with excitement before grabbing his wrist and whipping him into the ropes. Jackson bounces off the cables and comes back in at AWOL who steps forward and catches him before swinging around into a hard spinning powerslam straight into the cover, the fans shocked by the brutality of the impact.

The dazed Desolation drops down and makes the count.

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Jackson gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last second, turning onto his side with the fans still screaming loudly, all pumped up by this tremendous action in the ring. AWOL stands up quickly and steps towards the kneeling Jackson who throws a forearm into the gut of the Big Crazy Bastard and then stands up, launching a European Uppercut into his jaw. AWOL is staggered by the stiff shot as Jackson rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and coming back in quickly. He jumps into the air and turns around backwards to face AWOL, reaching out with his legs in the process. He wraps them around the waist of AWOL and then falls down to the palms of his hands, pushing himself up into a wheelbarrow style move from that position. As he gets up into the air though he turns his body around to face AWOL only to be caught around the chest by the massive arm of the Big Crazy Bastard and hit with a brutal standing STO that sends him crashing into the canvas hard across his back. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of the big power move by the still standing AWOL who turns and rushes into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in, jumping into the air and landing back first across the ribs and sternum of Jackson with a back first splash.

Mayne: Dear lord, no!

Douglas: What a combination by AWOL, what explosiveness to those moves he just laid Adams out with, Jackson could be dead after something like that.

Billy: Yeah, and just like these fans, I bet your hoping he’s dead too, you blood thirsty savage.

AWOL crawls into the cover as a woozy Desolation falls and makes the count.

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Jackson kicks out, turning onto his side with a very shocked expression on his face while AWOL gets to his feet, appearing irate as he slides his finger across his throat, signaling for the end. He grabs Jackson around the head, rolling him over onto his knees and then pulling him to his feet as he steps behind his back, locking up his arms and placing him in a pumphandle. He lifts him up into the air for the Daisy Cutter with the crowd going nuts only for Adams to slide up and over his shoulder, landing on his feet behind his back. He wraps his arms around the waist of AWOL with a reverse bearhug only for the Champion to perform a standing switch. He gets Jackson in a reverse waist lock of his own when Adams charges forward into the ropes, dragging the Champion with him. Adams grabs the top cable and pushes off with his back while AWOL drops down for an attempted roll up. However, Jackson keeps a hold of the ropes, causing AWOL to roll over on his own onto his knees. As he gets in that position, Jackson turns around and rushes forward, stepping over the head of the Champion and hooking up both of his arms before lifting him into the air and turning into his version of the Angel’s Wings. AWOL is slammed face first into the canvas before he rolls onto his back, every fan in the arena shocked by what they are witnessing and screaming loudly at the top of their lungs.

Billy: THE DOUBLE TAKE!! Hahaha, Jackson is still going to win the World Heavyweight Championship! He’s still going to do it!

Douglas: AWOL still reeling from being choked out with that shoe lace obviously, allowing him to be caught with one of Adams’ signature moves, but will it be enough to finish off the World Heavyweight Champion!?!

Mayne: You better believe it, because a new, Spectacular Champion is about to be crowned, hahaha.

Adams begins to crawl into the cover quickly, full of sweat and badly battered as he hooks the leg of AWOL, realizing he could be seconds away from being crowned the new World Champion. Desolation stands for a moment, contemplating what he should do, rather he should make the three count or not. He finally drops down and begins to make the count, every fan standing in shock.

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The whole world seems to be stunned as Jackson rises to his seat with his arms held up high and a look of a shock on his speechless features as AWOL’s shoulder shoots from the canvas at the very last second humanly imaginable. Jackson’s eyes are bulging from their sockets, unable to believe that he didn’t just become the World Heavyweight Champion, that he was a split second away from winning the title after all of his cheating this evening.

Mayne: WHAT!?! AWOL kicked out, he kicked out of the Double Take!

Douglas: My God, was that ever close, I thought we almost had a World title change there, and I can’t believe Desolation actually made the count. What an honorable man he is.

Billy: Honorable, he beat down Mark Comeau for crying out loud!?! What has Mark ever done to anybody!?!

Jackson’s face becomes contorted with anger as he gazes up at Desolation, shaking his head back and forth. The former World title holder is standing up, still gripping his head in pain as Jackson rises to his feet and begins to approach him. Adams looks furious as he points into the face of Desolation, shouting at him, accusing him of making a slow count. Desolation gazes at him for a second with a half grin on his face before Adams slaps him across the jaw, the crowd becoming furious at the sight of this. Desolation turns away from Jackson, grinning from ear to ear before he spins around and connects with a stiff buzzsaw style kick to the side of Adams’ face, the shot knocking him through a loop and causing him to stagger backwards into the waiting arms of AWOL. The Champion rises to his feet and catches Jackson, lifting him up into the air and connecting with the Daisy Cutter, the fans going insane on the inside of the arena.

Douglas: The Daisy Cutter, the Daisy Cutter by AWOL! He’s going to retain the World Heavyweight title.

Mayne: No, no, no, Desolation cheated, he hit Jackson with the buzzsaw kick, this is a crime, this is a criminal act open to persecution I tell you.

Dan: Like it or not, AWOL is about to retain the belt!

AWOL drops into the cover as Desolation quickly falls to the canvas and makes the count.

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The crowd erupts before Mark reaches under the ropes and grabs the ankle of Jackson, pulling him out from under AWOL at the last possible second, keeping him from being pinned. AWOL gets onto his knees, looking livid as Adams drops down onto the mats beside Mark and then tumbles face first into the mats, completely out of it.

Douglas: Dammit, Comeau just saved Adams from being pinned by AWOL. Hasn’t this man ruined enough already tonight?

Mayne: Jackson would have kicked out, Mark was just helping him conserve some energy.

Dan: That’s bullshit, absolute bullshit!

Desolation turns and motions for the bell, which chimes several times, officially disqualifying Jackson Adams, thanks to Mark’s interference. AWOL turns towards Desolation, looking slightly angry that he didn’t allow this match to continue while the Dark Man grips the back of his head and stares down the World Heavyweight Champion. Mark puts his head under the arm of Adams, helping him to his feet as both men begin to stagger away from the ring in reverse, Rusty getting up as well while clutching his jaw. Comeau yells for something as Susie Moore makes her way around the ring, handing the microphone to the furious General Manager. In the ring, Desolation has grabbed the World Heavyweight title belt, lifting it off the canvas and glaring down into it’s sparkling surface, AWOL’s attention diverted to the Alpha Generation on the ramp though.

Mark: AWOL, DESOLATION, you’ve ruined my plans for the last time! You hear me, the last time!!

Adams almost falls over as the blood red Mark screams into the microphone. Rusty steps to the other side of Jackson and helps him stand up with a very groggy glint in his eyes.

Comeau: You two have been doing nothing more than ruining my plans each and every week, and next week it comes to an end!

Desolation tilts his head while AWOL seethes as he glares at the trio on the ramp.

Mark: Because next week, we’re going to have a handicap match! It’s going to be AWOL and Desolation, since you two seem to enjoy working together so much, against Rusty Cage, Jackson Adams, and........

The GM’s eyes cut back and forth to the crowd with anger and passion in his features before he looks back at the two in the ring.

Mark:.....ME, MARK COMEAU!

Boos drown out all other sounds as AWOL’s music cuts in the background, the GM flinging down his microphone as he helps JA to the back, Rusty doing the same.

Mayne: What a main event announced for next week. The Alpha Generation and Mark Comeau versus the World Champion AWOL, and the number one contender, Desolation!

Douglas: I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, and finally next week, we’ll see Desolation and AWOL get their hands on not only the Alpha Generation, but that bastard Mark Comeau.

AWOL shakes his head as he stares at the trio walking away from him before his eyes turn towards Desolation, the Dark Man still glaring down into the World title belt. He seems to be examining his reflection as he brushes his hair back a bit then notices AWOL observing all of this. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, waiting to see what happens, yet AWOL hangs back, he seems tentative, cautious to approach Desolation and request he be given his title belt. Confusion sets into the fans, noticing what almost seems to be fear from AWOL.

Douglas: This is a tense situation right here, and shockingly AWOL looks a bit apprehensive to take back his World title from the clutches of Desolation.

Mayne: Well, you remember what happened the last time these two went one on one, Desolation humiliated him and made AWOL tap out.

AWOL hesitantly approaches Desolation who finally extends the World title belt out in his direction. The Big Crazy Bastard finally reaches out and slides his fingers around the gold, slowly removing it from the clutches of Desolation before finally thrusting it over his shoulder. He turns away from Desolation slowly before the Dark Man grins and steps forward. He now slaps AWOL right on the posterior.

Desolation: See you next week, partner.

AWOL jumps forward a bit with an awkward expression filling his face before Desolation makes his way towards the ropes. AWOL’s music kicks in once more as he now lifts the World title belt into the air, the crowd going nuts as a result.