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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



The camera comes live to the inside of the arena as the lyrics of Just Stop by Disturbed begin to play once more in the background. Fireworks are exploding from every turnbuckle as well as from the stage while the crowd vocalizes their pure delight to be here tonight, amped and prepped for the madness schedule to take place here this evening. The over excited vocals of Dan Douglas slip in during the tunes now.

Dan Douglas: The time is here, the time is now, we’re about to embark on what should be another exciting night on ULW’s flagship show, Annihilation.

Billy Mayne: Thanks for completely forgetting me again Dan, Jesus, is it that hard for you to remember to announce my name as well? I mean, I do carry this whole commentary team on my shoulders you talentless hack.

Douglas: There you go again Billy, confusing me with Jerry Walters again. Anyhow, we’ve got such a huge telecast this evening, one that I’m very excited to see as for the first time in ULW history, the World Heavyweight Champion AWOL, and the Number One Contender Desolation, team up to face the Alpha Generation, and Mark Comeau.

A graphic cuts across the screen featuring the Annihilation General Manager, Mark Comeau standing between both Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage, all three men egotistically staring at the camera. On the other side of the screen though, stands Desolation with a confused glint in his eyes, AWOL at his side wearing the World title over his shoulder.

Mayne: Oh yes, I cannot wait to see Jackson Adams beat down Desolation and score the pin over AWOL that he should have got last week.

Douglas: This should be a very, very intense match tonight, where AWOL and Desolation can both get a measure of revenge upon not only the Alpha Generation, but Mark Comeau as well.


SEAN JOHNSON VS. DEMENTIA VS. CHRIS HUNTER


Remember the Name by Fort Minor hits, and pyro’s explode all around the arena. Chris walks out onto the stage met by an eruption of cheers from the fans. He pounds his chest over his heart three times, and then points to the sky. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, and poses in the ring corners for the fans.

Dan Douglas: Chris Hunter in the ring right now and seemingly ready for what could be an absolute classic

Billy: An absolute massacre you mean. I don’t think Hunter and Johnson realise that they have been screwed big time here. Dementia makes up for his lack in height by being as brutal as possible and I’m not sure the other two are prepared for this

“Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music. He takes his time getting to the ring, in no hurry whatsoever. Climbing between the top two ropes, he removes his hat, glasses, and coat, letting them fall outside the ring and climbs on to one of the opposite turnbuckles, awaiting his opponent, a look of complete loathing and contempt on his face

Billy: And here he is, the winner of this match

Dan: Don’t be so previous, Chris Hunter has made a living out of overcoming massive odds. Let’s not forget he once won a Battle Royal with Daemon Frost and Johnny Kingdom in it.

Billy: Yeah, he did, about a thousand years ago.

“Remedy” by Cold blasts of the PA and Sean Johnson walks through the curtains, a massive grin on his face. He gets a mixed reaction but seems to pay no notice to the fans, his eyes totally on his opponents who are circling each other in the ring. Sean slides into the ring, and stands in the middle of Dementia and Hunter, almost daring them to attack him, cockily taunting them both.

Dan: Even though Johnson hasn’t won a match in what seems like an eternity he still seems confident of victory today.

Billy: Shame that…loser. Once you get on a streak like Johnson has, it take a lot of class to come back from it…and Johnson has no class.

In the ring the bells sounds and Johnson still stands there taunting the other two wrestlers. Finally Dementia gets fed up of wrestling and charges in with an attempted shoulder charge which misses and causes him to run straight into a dropkick from Chris Hunter. Hunter then charges Johnson who leaps over him and falls to the floor catching Hunter as he bounces of the ropes with a perfect monkey flip sending Hunter to the outside. Just as Dementia is pulling his body up on the ropes Johnson runs in and clotheslines him over the top, before climbing the turn buckle and pointing at himself, enjoying the moment.

Dan: Dare I say it, but it seems like Sean might be too quick for his opponents in this match.

Just as Johnson is posing on the top rope Dementia grabs Hunter by the shoulder and spins him round, but instead of clocking Hunter, instead he points at himself and then at Hunter seemingly suggesting a temporary alliance to get the job done. Hunter thinks it over for a second before nodding his head and attempting to slide into the ring whist the Genocide isn’t looking. Unfortunately turning his back on Dementia wasn’t a good idea as Dementia grabs Hunters foot and pulls him back before hitting right after left, pummelling the face of Chris and backing him towards the barriers separating the crowd from the action. Johnson turns and sees this going on and just watches, a smile on his face as to what he is seeing. Dementia hits one final punch which takes Hunter over the barricade and into the crowd but before Dementia has time to celebrate The Genocide leaps from the turnbuckle and high cross bodies his hardcore opponent into the barricade leaving all three men crumpled at ringside.

Dan: Johnson finding a will to win that we haven’t seen for quite some time. In fact, I would go as far as saying that this looks like the high flying risk taker we used to know.

Billy: Will to win? Yeah he really looks like a winner right now doesn’t he? Flat out on the canvas after attempting a foolish move that someone with a solitary brain cell wouldn’t have tried.

Back at ringside Chris is the first to get to his feet and his help back over the barricade by his fans. He looks over the carnage and slides into the ring breaking the count before rolling back out again and proceeding to stamp on the side of Dementia and then Johnson, alternating the kicks to a rapturous reception from the crowd. He then picks Sean up and throws him into the ring, then follows himself, standing over Sean daring him to get up and receive his punishment. Johnson grabs a hold of Hunters leg, trying to get up but each time Chris shrugs him off, batting him around the head with his hand. Finally Chris helps him up, only to latch in an abdominal stretch causing Johnson to cry out in pain.

Dan: Hunter using his ring smarts there by locking in that stamina sapping move. He knows he needs to slow down Johnson and that’s precisely what he is doing here.

Billy: Boring…

Over at ringside Dementia has finally gotten to his feet and clears the cobwebs from his head. His attention finally focuses on the ring, and the predicament that Johnson finds himself in. Dementia climbs back into the ring but instead of getting involved he walks over to a corner and just stands there an interested spectator. Seeing this a smirk forms on Hunters face as he realises he has Johnson all alone and all to himself and yet again learning nothing from earlier takes his eyes away from Dementia. Dementia then charges in with a clothesline from hell, nearly taking Hunters head off, his momentum causing him to crash into the referee taking him out. With Johnson and Hunter dazed, a devious smile forms on Dementia’s face and he slides back out the ring, and over to the time keeper, snatching the bell from his grasp and throwing it into the ring almost hitting Hunter on the head. He then slides back into the ring and retrieves the bell before looking from Hunter and then to Johnson as if torn between who should be his victim first. He then seems to decide upon Hunter and begins stalking him as Chris tries to get to his feet. As he does his eyes widen as he see the bells just a moment too late, the sickening crack of steel on skull heard throughout the arena, crimson beginning to flow almost straight away.

Billy: Now that’s what the fans came to see, brutal, hardcore action from the man I told you was too good for this pair of losers. Face it Dan, you were wrong again.

Dementia watches his victim crash to the floor, his head bouncing of the canvas and blood seeping from the wound. He stands there for a moment, the pleasure on his face evident, satisfied. He turns, about to set on Johnson, but as he does he is met with the Titanic Kick, Sean’s version of sweet chin music, snapping Dementia’s head back, the ring bell flying from his grasp and to ringside.

Dan: Johnson from nowhere, this could be it Billy.

Sean pins Dementia but then realises that the referee isn’t in play and jumps off, sliding out the ring and grabbing a glass of water before pouring it over the referee’s head and dragging him over to Dementia, repining him.

One..

Two…

Thr….

Chris Hunter drops an elbow to the bag of Sean’s head breaking the count just in time.

Dan: Hunter recovering just in time to make the save. This match was over Billy.

Billy: Are you kidding me? That super kick hasn’t put anyone away in years; Dementia was just about to kick out anyway.

Dan: I’m not so sure, I think Johnson was about to end that losing streak and I have to say that thus far he has been the aggressor in this match.

Chris Hunter has by now helped Johnson to his feet before Irish Whipping him to the ropes, as he returns Chris picks him up and spins him round readying a front pile driver. He takes just a moment to take in the crowd reaction before dropping Johnson, his head bouncing sickeningly off the mat. He then turns and hooks Dementia’s arms, the smaller man powerless to resist, and lifts him into a double under hook suplex, crashing Dementia to the canvas. Seeing that Johnson is still down he locks in a cross face on Dementia, rocking back as hard as he can increasing the pressure on Dementia trying to force him to tap out.

Dan: Amazing display here by Hunter, ignoring the loss of blood he has sustained and now looking like the man who may come away with the victory.

Dementia begins to drag both his body and Hunter’s towards the ropes, slowly but surely getting closer and closer. Finally he manages to grab a strand and the referee calls for Hunter to break the hold. Astonishingly a good proportion of the crowd roars their approval at the escape, but are not cheering for long as Chris locks in the move again, dead centre in the middle of the ring.

Billy: Surprising show of smarts there from Hunter, straight back into the move refusing to let Dementia recover. I’m mildly impressed.

Dan: Nothing surprises me these days with Chris Hunter.

Billy: One man fan club huh?

Dan: Shut up Billy

Billy: Mockingly: Shut up Billy.

Back in the ring Dementia is now struggling to move and looks about ready to tap out to this torturing submission manoeuvre. He raises his arm and is just about to tap when The Genocide flies from the turn buckle having recovered from the pile driver and drops his leg across Hunters back. The impact seems to jar Hunters spine and he rolls off Dementia, rolling in agony. Johnson fares no better though as his momentum carries him across the ring and to the outside, his head smashing into the ring steps on the outside. All three men are down once more in what has been an all action match.

Dan: Again Johnson putting his body on the line and not reaping the benefits from his actions.

In the ring the referee has begun to count all three wrestlers.

One

Two

Three

All three men are still down, only Dementia showing any signs of getting up

Four

Five

Six

Johnson crawls up onto the apron but is unable to pull himself up. Hunter grabs the strands of the ropes trying to force his broken body upright. Dementia almost gets to his knees.

Seven

Eight

Finally Dementia gets to his feet, followed almost immediately by Hunter. At almost the same time Johnson slides into the ring, but cannot maintain a vertical base and uses the ring ropes for support, leaning against them exhausted. Dementia leans against a turnbuckle, as does Hunter and all three men eye each other, wondering what the other is going to do next.

Dan: This match has far surpassed anything I expected Billy, all three men have done more than enough to win this.

Seeing that Johnson is probably the weaker right now Dementia charges in, Johnson see’s it coming but does not have the energy to evade the shot and can only take the impact of what turns into a vicious spear, almost snapping the Genocide in two. He then drags Johnson to the centre of the ring and a sneer forms over Dementia’s face as he begins to get a second wind and motions for Hunter to attack him. Hunter is cleverer than that though and instead does the same to Dementia, who didn’t need the invite. He bounces off the ropes and Hunter drops to the floor. Dementia jumps over his body and Hunter jumps up, before going for a drop kick. Dementia sees this coming though and applies the brakes, leaving Chris to crash to the floor. Dementia whips him into the corner and follows it up with a forearm smash, before lifting Hunter to the top of the turn buckle, signalling for a massive super plex. Hunter blocks the first attempt but is powerless as Dementia finally overpowers him and lifts him above his head straight into the prone Sean Johnson helpless in the centre of the ring. As soon as he has his bearings back he pins Johnson

One..

Two…

Three…

NO, just at the very last second Johnson kicks out, somehow finding the energy and the courage to keep this match alive.

Dan: My god, Sean Johnson should be dead after that impact and he still managed to kick out

Billy: That surprised me

Dan: I think it surprised Dementia as well; he thought this match was over.

Dementia doesn’t have time to dwell though as Chris Hunter rocks him with a hard right to the face, and then another, trying to get himself back in the game. Dementia blocks one and reverses into a whip to the ropes, but Hunter is too quick and connects with the Dagger Spear, knocking the breath from Dementia’s body. Johnson rolls over and pins Dementia but Hunter pulls him of berating Genocide and getting in his face. As the two argue Dementia gets to his feet and spins both men around, locking in a double Lethal Dosage, Dementia’s version of the destructive Mandible Claw.

Billy: Yes, this is it; double submission coming up right here, this match is as good as over Dan. Go on; admit it I was right yet again. God, I love my self…

Dan: Hunter and Johnson in a whole world of trouble here I have to confess. Dementia looks like he has this one won

Both men struggle to escape from escape the grasp of Dementia but he has the move perfectly locked in on both men. Slowly but surely they begin to fade, first Johnson and then Chris Hunter dropping to their knees. The referee moves in close checking both men, pointing at the timekeeper ready to call this match.

Billy: Just a few more moments and this will be over, and the losers will lose again, I love the ULW, where the bad guys prevail.

Dan: This certainly looks done and dusted, Dementia has turned this match around and looks like he is about to pick up a massive win here on Annihilation.0

Billy: Just like I told you…go on say it, Billy Mayne knows all.

The action returns to the ring where Dementia has a smirk all over his face, the match almost won. The referee looks at the timekeeper once more and raises his head just about to call for the bell when suddenly from nowhere Chris Hunter breaks free from the hold, Dementias face full of surprise. Hunter staggers back and whilst Dementia is in shock, he loosens his grip on Sean Johnson. Hunter shakes his head, trying to get back his focus but Dementia is already there and picks him up preparing to hit a power bomb and finish this match for good. As he does and whilst his focus is away from Genocide, Sean Johnson catches Dementia square in the face with the Titanic Kick leaving Dementia out cold. Chris Hunter jumps up but before he can defend himself Johnson rolls him up in a small package.

One

Two..

Three

The crowd are off their seats, half cheering and half booing as Johnson finally ends this losing streak. Hunter sits there his head in his hands in disbelief, Dementia just rolls out the ring disgusted in the outcome. Johnson climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms aloft a winner at last.

Dan: Johnson finally makes an impact in the ULW by winning this chaotic match

Billy: Told you he would

Suddenly, without warning, the lyrics of Unforgiven by Metallica hits the PA system, the entire arena turning towards the entry way with disgusted expressions on their faces. Dementia climbs back up onto the apron, staring up the ramp at the entry way in an awkward manner as Mark Comeau strolls through the curtains, dressed in his ring gear. Closely following behind him are none other than Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage, both men also dressed for in ring competition, a glittering red robe hanging from the body of the JA in the process.

Dan: Oh great, what the hell are the three of these guys doing out here now?

Mayne: They own this show Dan, they can come out and do whatever the hell they want, whenever they desire.

With pompous expressions on their faces they start towards the ring. Arrogance radiates from Adams who makes back handing motions towards the haters located in front row, Mark’s eyes remain focused, locked on the ring though, brimming with intensity. Johnson rolls out of the ring quickly, not wanting to get involved in this while Chris Hunter and Dementia both watch on from the squared circle, not quite sure what to do about the situation. The ever intense General Manager strides up the steps onto the apron while Adams and Cage jump onto the same portion of the ring, on both sides of Comeau, all of them glaring straight at the duo in the squared circle.

Mark steps through the ropes now, pointing at Chris Hunter and shouting for him to get out of the ring right now. Chris eyes the men he was once teamed with before rolling under the ropes to the outside quickly, Adams and Cage remaining planted on the apron with distasteful expressions on their faces. A microphone is quickly handed to the General Manager, who grips it tightly as he stares Dementia up and down, the new arrival to the ULW refusing to back down however while faced with Comeau.

Mark: Sorry to interject here, I apologize that you don’t have proper time to bask in the shame of your loss here this evening, hahaha, but more important matters need to be addressed, namely the ramifications of your sorry ass standing in the middle of my ring!

Boos drown out all other sound as Dementia forms a half grin and just eyes Comeau closely, Adams and Rusty entering the ring and stepping up behind the General Manager. Mark points straight into the face of Dementia, still ever intense and fired up, highly emotional.

Mark: That’s right, Dementia, I’m out here to protest this decision made by that cock swallowing Sheryl Gray, when she implied that I needed to boost the ratings of my show, by bringing you Vengeance scum onto my telecast. I assure you, I have no problem drawing ratings with main events like the one that will be presented tonight, when the Alpha Generation and myself, personally destroy the Champion as well as the Number One Contender.

Boos bombard the ring as Comeau glares back and forth, upset by the reaction. Jackson appears just as unsettled by the response as he steps towards the ropes, pointing over the cables and shouting at the fans in the front row.

Dan: I’d like to see that happen Billy, the way I imagine it, the Alpha Generation and Comeau are walking straight into a slaughtering this evening.

Mayne: Just wait, just wait to eat those words Dan, because if I know Mark, he has a plan tonight, he’s got something in store for this match.

Douglas: Your shameless ass kissing never ceases to amaze me. First it was Jason Seagreen and Edward Hayden, and now your throwing yourself at Comeau, who I thought you use to hate.

Dementia is still not backing down as Comeau tightly grips the microphone, glaring directly into his features, Cage rubbing the shoulders of the General Manager in a reassuring manner.

Mark: In fact, Dementia, the only reason I agreed to let you Vengeance failures perform on one of my shows is simple, so I could have the power to jerk you mongrels around. While Sheryl and Conrad are off in La La land, taking their fifteenth millionth vacation, you, and the rest of the roster of rejects from Vengeance, have to answer to me. Which means, I can do with you pawns, whatever I desire, hahahaha.

A diabolical grin cuts over Mark’s face as he steps towards Dementia, who is still not backing off, or changing his expression.

Comeau: And my goal is not to allow you people to have a pleasant ride whatsoever while your on my show. Actually, I guess you could even say that I’m using this inter-promotional bullshit, to purely weaken the other show to the point where when it does get renewed, there will be nothing left of it. So you should feel slightly honored Dementia, that my quest, starts with you!

Dementia reaches out and snatches the microphone straight from the hand of a shocked Comeau, who can’t believe this disobedience. The Vengeance star raises the mic to his lips slowly while glancing back and forth at Adams and Cage behind Mark, the GM holding them back however.

Dementia: So let’s get this straight, you came out here to piss and moan, and I guess, inevitably sick your boys on me, huh? Well, if you’ve come out here looking for a fight, then look no further, because Vengeance, will gladly take the fight to you....

With quickness, Dementia disposes of the microphone and steps towards Rusty, throwing a right hand into his jaw. The shot knocks Cage backwards with the fans going nuts as a result of what they are seeing. Mark steps out of the way in absolute disbelief over what he is witnessing here as Jackson rushes up behind Dementia, catching him with a forearm over the back. The shot knocks him down to his knees as Jackson begins to club him over the spine repeatedly, Cage stepping in and stomping him to the forehead.

Douglas: Dementia taking this fight to Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage, but the numbers game immediately too much for him to handle. I can’t believe the disrespect Mark is showing to the Vengeance roster.

Mayne: He should show them no respect, they’re trying to come in here and take the spots of his own roster, we should be unified in our hatred of Vengeance, and every roster member that they produce.

Mark is shouting at Adams and Cage to stay on him as they really beat down Dementia, barely able to cover up and unable fight back against this onslaught. Suddenly to a huge reaction from the crowd, Isaac Saine appears from the curtains, rushing down the ramp with a steel chair in hand, behind him charges none other than River Angelus, Teresa Hilton, Jericho Dylan, and Izzy Fullington, the few Vengeance roster members who showed up in the building this evening. They barrel towards the ring led by Isaac Saine, beginning to slide in immediately as Adams turns and spots this, quickly diving out of the squared circle. An angered Mark Comeau and Rusty Cage now flee the ring as well as the Vengeance roster begins to fill it.

Douglas: Vengeance led by Isaac Saine hitting the ring and clearing it of Comeau and his cohorts, saving Dementia it appears, even though some of them have personal issues against him.

Mayne: How dare the Vengeance roster come together and become unified against the wave of oppression that they deserve.

Dan: I’m glad to actually see these guys taking a stand. For once it’s not against Annihilation, but against this madman who is currently running it.

Jackson and Rusty jump the barricades with Comeau following them in his warm up suit, being helped over by the Alpha Generation members. The crowd standing around them are infuriated with their nearby presence as Comeau turns around, pointing at the ring and shouting at them in anger. Isaac is standing on the second rope in the turnbuckle, glaring through his mask straight at the General Manager and the Alpha Generation. Dementia gets to his knees, staring at the trio as well with great hostility.


ON THE SAME PAGE?


A monstrous reaction, no pun intended, sweeps over the arena at the sight of none other than the ULW World Heavyweight Championship belt. It is held firmly to the shoulder of none other than AWOL as the camera pans out slowly, bringing in his intense features into the frame. He stares out from behind a pear of expensive shades while wearing his street gear, still not ready for the impending handicap main event, at least not in terms of his choice in clothing. His focus remains on his path as he treks through the bare gray halls of the arena, making his way towards something in a hurry. With confusion abounding in his face though he begins to slow down, his eyes cutting to a row of individuals seated with their backs pressed to the wall beside him. Bitchcakes McPhee is at the end of the line, drinking a bottle of beer, while located next to him is an empty chair. Bob occupies the seat beside that, feasting on a very large piece of ham straight off the bone, causing AWOL’s bewilderment to only increase by leaps and bounds.

Finally he finds himself standing before the plain white doorway with the name, “Desolation” placed upon it. Another loud reaction sounds from the fans, realizing that this is the man AWOL is coming to meet, the man who will face him for the World title at Retribution. His hand slowly reaches out for the door knob, contemplating his next action, rather he should go inside or not, almost a little hesitant. Finally he grabs the knob, turning it to step inside, only to find that it’s locked, and that his access is completely restricted.

Ahem, excuse me sir, can I help you....?

As the confusion only further intensifies in AWOL’s features, the Champion’s attention turns towards a desk off to the side of the doorway with Hellkat seated behind it. However, she is dressed oddly enough in a very business orientated suit, looking like your common secretary, headset and all. Although the headset seems to be disconnected from the phone at her side, which also isn’t plugged in.

AWOL: Umm, yeah, I kind of need to speak with Desolation about our match tonight, seeing as I want to find out which one of us get to kill Comeau first.

Hellkat begins to push some buttons on the computer next to herself, acting as if she is reading something, but obviously staring into a computerized version of Pac Man. Her shoulders sink as she is destroyed by a pesky red ghost, quickly shifting her eyes back to AWOL.

Hellkat: Sorry sir, Mr. Desolation’s schedule is all filled up today. He’s apparently taking some well deserved napping time right now, but should be taking appointments in the next twenty minutes or so, if you’d like to wait....

AWOL’s jaw hangs slightly open, blinking his eyes awkwardly as he tries to make sense of this situation.

AWOL: Oh come on, just let me in and it will only take a few minutes of the lazy bastard’s time, I need to make sure we’re on the same page tonig....

Hellkat shakes her head in protest.

Hellkat: NYAH! He is not taking appointments right now sir, so you can either schedule one for a later date, or wait your turn right now.

Hellkat extends her hand outward in the direction of the chairs as AWOL takes a deep breath and slides his hand over his face, utterly flabbergasted by this situation.

AWOL: I cannot believe this shit....

With reluctance and agitation, AWOL spins around to face the row of chairs, very agitated as he approaches them. With apprehension he slowly slides into the chair between Bitchcakes McPhee and Bob, the only open one available. Bob is half way in between sinking his teeth into the large ham as his eyes awkwardly shift towards AWOL planting himself into the chair beside him. Bitchcakes is glancing at AWOL from the corner of his eye as well while chugging at his beer. There is obvious dismay emanating from the World Champion, who clearly would rather be anyplace than between Bob and Bitchcakes at this point in time, rolling his eyes as he thinks about the situation he’s stuck in. After only a second AWOL’s nostril raises, as if smelling something very unfavorable, his eyes beginning to cut between both Bob and Bitchcakes at his sides.

AWOL: Alright, who did it?

AWOL glances back and forth at both men in anger as Bob and Bitchcakes both glare across at one another. With reluctance they both raise their hands into the air very slowly, AWOL unleashing his sigh and placing his hand over his face.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



DONOVAN CAGE VS. BITCHCHAKES MCPHEE


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.

Billy Mayne: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, clearly we’re coming off commercial break with a one on one match between Bitchcakes McPhee and Donovan Cage, two men still trying to prove themselves here on Annihilation. Apparently they really have to show their skill now that Vengeance is coming in here and trying to steal their spots.

Dan Douglas: Oh please, quit drinking the Comeau cool-aid, we do not need another situation popping up in this match, like we had earlier tonight. Plus this battle deserves our concentration, especially after both of these men showed what they were capable of last week in that fantastic five man mayhem match.

Mayne: Yeah, the very same match that Bitchcakes cost Donovan with that big stupid spear of his.

Dan: That point could be arguable I agree, with the exception of the “big stupid spear” part.

Bitchcakes is working himself up into a frenzy in the ring, slapping both sides of his face as he hops in place, getting ready for this contest. "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. Suddenly Sean Johnson rushes up behind him, delivering a huge clubbing forearm to his back, the bottle of water being spilt to the floor. Cage stumbles forward into the ring, spinning around as a furious Johnson steps in and throws right hands into his jaw repeatedly, the crowd going absolutely nuts.

Douglas: Wait a minute, Sean Johnson attacking Donovan Cage out of nowhere, even before we could do his usual introduction!

Mayne: How dare he put his hands on Donovan, does he not know who he’s messing with?

Dan: This battle between Donovan and Johnson getting really personal.

Security rushes from the back in mass now, all of them charging down the ramp and grabbing the arms of Johnson, dragging him kicking and roaring away from a shocked and outraged Cage. Donovan points into the face of Sean, seething with anger as he is continued to be dragged up the ramp in the direction of the curtains.

Mayne: Get that psychopath out of here!

Douglas: He was merely trying to gain a measure of revenge for what Cage did to him last week, shoving him into the pregnant Angyllic. This man has a right to be outraged, and this thing between himself and Donovan is not over yet, mark my words.

Donovan Cage continues to stand on the ramp pointing and shouting at Sean Johnson who is being held back when Bitchcakes steps up behind him and clubs the big man to the back of his head. Donovan stumbles forward then spins around right into a knee to the midsection. McPhee then grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him towards the ring where he slams him face first into the apron, following up by rolling him under the ropes to the inside. McPhee slides in himself, getting onto his hands and knees as Cage rises and begins to stomp him to the back of the head repeatedly.

The shots nearly taking him down to the canvas before he is placed in a front face lock and pulled to his feet. Bitchcakes throws an uppercut into the chin of Cage that causes him to stumble backwards to the center of the ring. He then rushes forward going for a clothesline that Donovan steps under, getting behind his back and burying his shoulder into his spine. Before McPhee has a chance to respond he’s lifted high into the air and dropped backwards onto the canvas with a hard back drop suplex. Donovan rises to his feet quickly then steps in and jumps into the air, coming down knee first into the forehead of McPhee who grabs his face and sits up immediately.

Cage steps in behind him and stomps him to the back of the head, then does it once again before walking in reverse and quickly charging in, delivering a hard punt kick right to his kidney area. Bitchcakes yells in pain, his face cringing before Cage grabs him by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees then pulling him to his feet and burying his shoulder into his gut, charging him back first into a turnbuckle. McPhee hits hard, unleashing a painful roar before Cage steps backwards in anger then charges in again. McPhee steps out of the way, causing him to ram into the turnbuckle chest first before turning around and walking right into a drop toe hold, causing him to slam across the bridge of his nose into the canvas. Donovan tries to push himself up but Bitchcakes steps right over his leg and lifts it into the air, placing him in a single Boston crab.

Douglas: A nice quick submission by Bitchcakes McPhee!

Mayne: I’m shocked at how impressive this man has been since he stepped into the ULW, especially with the last night, Bitchcakes!

Cage begins to yell at the top of his lungs in pain as he pushes himself up onto his knuckles. He quickly pulls himself across the ring, dragging Bitchcakes along with him then reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, causing him to have to break the hold. The referee counts to four before finally having to step in and grab Bitchcakes by the arm, dragging him off of Cage, the crowd beginning to boo at the sight of this. He jaw jacks with the referee for a few moments then turns around when Cage rushes across the ring and delivers an unbelievable clothesline, the force sending him down to the canvas brutally while the fans cup their mouths in shock. Donovan falls onto his hands and knees after the delivery of the move, his face blood red from anger.

Dan: What a violent clothesline by Donovan Cage, I’ve never seen such intensity and brutality before.

A Bitchcakes chant starts throughout the arena as Cage stands up grabbing the hair of the man who may have cost him the match last week, pulling him onto his knees. He places him in a front face lock then drags him onto his feet before hooking his leg and pulling him into the air, dropping backwards and hitting the fisherman suplex.

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McPhee shoots his shoulder off of the canvas to a great deal of cheers from the sold out crowd. In the meanwhile, a flustered Donovan rises to his posterior, shaking his head in anger before he rolls onto his knees and sits Bitchcakes up, placing him in a sleeper hold and really torturing his neck as much as he can with his brute strength. McPhee yells out in pain, his face beginning to turn a slight shade of purple as the fans try to rally behind him, everyone standing up and cheering him on. Cage only tightens the hold, grinning arrogantly as he does so as the referee gets into Bitchcakes’ asking rather or not he wishes to submit. He quite vocally shouts “no” before pushing himself up slowly. Cage looks surprised, trying to hold on with all the strength in his upper body but McPhee will not stop as he gets all the way to his feet, Cage trying to hold on and shaking his head in disbelief before he bends forward and slides under the arms of Donovan. He gets behind his back and wraps his arms around the waist of Cage, pulling him backwards, delivering a textbook German suplex with a bridge.

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Donovan kicks out to the despair of the sold out crowd. In just as much shock and disappointment as the fans, Bitchcakes quickly rises to his feet holding the back of his neck as he turns towards Donovan who is bent forward before him. He quickly steps in and places Cage in a front facelock before dropping backwards, hitting a brutal DDT that causes Donovan to stand on top of his head then land across his back.

Douglas: What violent impact the skull of Cage just took with the canvas. I’m surprised Bitchcakes didn’t hit the Hang Over there when he had the opportunity. Perhaps he’s softening up Donovan for that move later in this match.

Mayne: Do you really think it would be enough to put down Donovan Cage though? Really now, get off that idea.

Bitchcakes rises to his feet and grabs Cage around the neck, rolling him onto his knees then standing him up when Donovan on instinct launches a knee into the gut of McPhee, breaking up the attempt. Donovan steps to the side of a bent forward Bitchcakes and slaps his knee before coming back in for another knee lift to his face. McPhee stands up and avoids it though, Donovan missing the knee lift and then spinning in a circle to face his opponent, who quickly kicks him hard to the gut. Bitchcakes grabs him around the head and pulls it between his legs, wrapping his arms around the mid-section of Cage as he sets up for something big.

He begins to lift him up for a powerbomb when Cage stands up suddenly, back dropping him over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Bitchcakes hits the mats hard and sits up reaching for his lower back while yelling in pain. Donovan steps through the ropes onto the apron, waiting for McPhee to stand up as he gets to his feet slowly and bent forward Cage jumps off the apron connecting with a double axe handle right into his back, causing the fans to begin booing as loud as they can once more. McPhee continues to writhe in pain having fallen to his hands and knees, Cage stepping in grabbing him by the hair as he pulls him to his feet before burying his shoulder into his gut and charging him back first right into the apron. McPhee begins to yell in pain, his back having taken a lot of damage already. Donovan takes a few steps in reverse, dragging Bitchcakes away from the apron before rushing him spine first into it once more.

Billy: Look at Donovan deal out some punishment on that spine of Bitchcakes , he’s really doing some damage to it.

Dan: He’s simply obsessed with the thought that Bitchcakes took away his goal last week to win that trophy.

Donovan lifts McPhee into the air with brute strength before rushing him spine first into the exposed turnbuckle. McPhee drops down onto his knees yelling in pain as he reaches for his back beginning to grind his teeth. Donovan pulls him to his feet and then grabs him by the back of the pants, lifting him up and over into a huge vertical suplex right across the outside mats. He begins to roll back and forth shouting at the top of his lungs as he clutches his spine in agony. Cage makes a back handing motion to one of the fans in the front row, making them boo even louder, as the people act as if they are about to jump the barricade and attack him but are held back by security.

Taking his time, Cage steps towards McPhee and stomps him to the forehead then grabs him around the neck, pulling him to his feet and rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He then gets onto the apron smirking confidently and stepping over the ropes onto the canvas. He stands behind Bitchcakes who is slowly pushing himself up grabbing his back. Donovan begs for him to stand up, motioning for him to rise and basically laughing at him before he gets all the way up still clutching his spine and turns around.

Cage rushes in when Bitchcakes bends forward and back drops him high into the air. Donovan slams into the canvas hard then sits up shouting out in pain before rising all the way to his feet when McPhee steps in and clotheslines him down to the canvas once more, the fans absolutely going insane. Cage rises to his feet looking to be in pain when McPhee catches him in a front waist-lock then drops backwards, throwing the massive Donovan overhead with a huge belly to belly suplex. Cage slams into the canvas yelling out in pain before pushing himself up quickly only for McPhee to grab a hold of him and lift the big man into the air before dropping him down to the canvas with a side slam, hooking his leg in the process.

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No! Cage gets his shoulder up at the last second. McPhee sits on his posterior grabbing his hair and appearing shocked. Nonetheless he rises to his feet as Cage rolls onto his hands and knees, grabbing a hold of the ropes and using them to pull himself up slowly. He gets to his feet while leaning on the top rope when McPhee turns to face him and lifts his leg into the air, going for a big boot only for Donovan to move out of the way at the last second. This causes him to rack himself upon the ropes, hitting them groin first and shouting in pain after the collision, missing the big boot completely.

Billy: Ohhh, I don’t think Bitchcakes is going to have a pleasant evening soaking his balls in ice water tonight.

Dan: Just when you thought he was coming back here against all the odds Donovan reverses his fortune yet again.

Cage charges in and clotheslines McPhee, knocking him off the rope and to the apron, which he bounces off of before tumbling to the outside of the ring. He lands on the mats across his hands and knees as his loyal fans try to rally behind him, all of them rising to their feet and calling out his name. Donovan steps over the ropes and onto the apron grinning as McPhee pushes himself upwards, reaching his feet when he slowly begins to turn around to face the confident Impeccable One. With agility, Donovan dives off the apron when McPhee shoots his boot up into the air, connecting with the face of Donovan violently as the crowd jumps to their feet, in disbelief of the vicious strike they just witnessed. Cage collapses onto the mats across his back as the crowd continues to go insane, Bitchcakes leaning backwards against the apron, breathing heavily, his back in tremendous pain. He reaches down and lifts the ringside banner, reaching beneath and grabbing a trash can to everyone’s shock.

Dan: Wait a minute Bitchcakes, this is not a hardcore match against Donovan Cage.

Billy: I don’t think that matters much to Bitchcakes, I’m sure he’s too drunk to care either way.

He throws the trash can into the ring before grabbing Cage around the neck and pulling him to his feet. He quickly rolls him into the ring under the ropes then slides in, desperately crawling on top of the big man and hooking his leg.

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Cage gets his shoulder up at the last second infuriating Bitchcakes who now stares at the trash can. He rises to his feet and approaches it slowly, grabbing it off the canvas while still favoring his back. The ref steps in his way demanding he get rid of the object before he nudges him aside and places the trash can in between the top and middle rope in one of the corners, nestling it in their perfectly. Donovan uses the turnbuckle to help him reach his feet on the other side of the ring when Bitchcakes steps towards him and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and then throwing in a hard knife edge chop. The crowd unleashes a “woo” as Donovan yells in pain, having his wrist grabbed by the pumped up Bitchcakes. With great strength McPhee whips him across the ring towards the trash can when Cage places the breaks on it and instead sends McPhee charging towards the metal object. McPhee turns around and slams into it back first, unleashing a horrendous roar of pain as he begins to stumble forward right into a bearhug from Donovan Cage. The crowd looks on in dismay, booing as loud as they can as Bitchcakes roars in pain, his midsection being ripped apart in the bearhug.

Billy: Oh, Bitchcakes’ body taking a nasty bump into that trash can, the official might have to stop this one just like in Donovan’s match two weeks ago after all the damage he did to Sean Johnson’s knee.

Dan:, You may be right, Bitchcakes’ back has been decimated throughout the course of this match by fellow newcomer, Donovan Cage.

McPhee looks to be in horrible pain as Donovan tightens the lock, the entire arena standing on pins and needles, knowing the damage already done to his back. Bitchcakes shakes his head as the referee asks him the magic question. He now begins to fight through the pain, throwing right hands into the face of Donovan repeatedly before actually biting him on the nose to a huge response from the crowd. Cage is finally forced to break the bearhug, stepping backwards and grabbing his bloody nose when Bitchcakes rushes backwards into the ropes, building momentum. He bounces off and charges back in when Cage reaches out and wraps his arms around his waist, locking in the bearhug once again. The entire arena is shocked to see the great drunken one placed in the same submission hold yet again. Cage suddenly charges McPhee backwards spine first into the trash can in the corner as the crowd really lets him hear it. Bitchcakes yells in pain before he is pulled back to the center of the ring and placed in the bearhug once again.)

Dan: My God Cage has placed McPhee right back in the bearhug, this doesn’t vote well for Donovan.

Billy: Somebody throw in the towel for McPhee already.

McPhee looks to be falling over nearly from exhaustion and pain, unable to keep his leg beneath him as Cage really applies the hold as tightly as he can. The crowd is on it’s feet trying to rally behind him, doing everything in their power to motivate Bitchcakes who suddenly pulls his head back and grabs Donovan by the hair. He connects with a vicious headbunt, followed by another, still not enough to break free. Cage only tightens the hold, making Bitchcakes yell out in pain before he hits a third headbunt. This shot is enough to cause him to release his thick body, grabbing his forehead. McPhee launches a knee into his midsection, causing Cage to bend forward in pain before he is grabbed by the wrist and whipped towards the turnbuckle. Donovan spins around and smacks into it hard then stumbles forward holding his back when Bitchcakes rushes in for a clothesline that Cage steps under avoiding. He gets behind McPhee who spins around and Cage charges in only, to be hit with a knee to the face. A loud echo is heard from the shot as Donovan begins to stagger backwards out of the corner, Bitchcakes rushing forward only to be caught by the shoulder of Cage and hoisted into the air. With a loud roar, Bitchcakes shouts something.

Bitchcakes: MOOOO!

McPhee wraps his arm around the neck of Cage in the mid-air, placing him in a front face-lock as drops back into an unbelievable DDT. The entire arena goes insane as Donovan bounces off the canvas and flops over onto his posterior with a dazed look on his face.

Douglas: Bitchcakes caught him with the Hang Over, what a counter, in what has been quite a match between both of these men!

Mayne: How did he catch the Impeccable One with that move out of nowhere? Does Bitchcakes actually have brain-cells, I thought for sure those would have been drowned in alcohol long ago.

Bitchcakes hooks the leg of Donovan with the fans going nuts as the referee drops down to the canvas and makes the count.

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A massive reaction pours through the lips of the fans as Bitchcakes sits up on the canvas with his jaw hanging open, in shock that he just defeated Cage in this intense one on one match. He rolls onto his knees, raising his arms high in the air in victory with the fans all putting their hands together in celebration.

Dan: Bitchcakes has done it, he’s defeated Donovan Cage in this hard hitting singles bout.

Mayne: Impossible! This was suppose to be Donovan’s moment, his time to bask in greatness. Bitchcakes has stolen his thunder for a second week in a row.

Bitchcakes rolls across the canvas, dropping to the mats and raising his arms above his head in victory with the fans putting their hands together still. Donovan rolls onto his elbows and knees, seething in rage as sweat drips off his exhausted body. Suddenly a huge reaction slips through the lips of the fans once more as Sean Johnson slides into the ring yet again going after Cage. Donovan turns with barely enough time to spot Sean who lunges on top of him, knocking the Impeccable One onto his back as Johnson remains on top of him, throwing fists wildly into his face with both hands. Johnson is outraged as he continues to lob fists into the features of Cage, who is kicking his legs and trying to push Sean off in desperation.

Mayne: This crazed Sean Johnson after Donovan Cage again, is this man absolutely loony toons?

Douglas: I think he has snapped completely ladies and gentlemen, his hatred for Donovan Cage has just taken him over completely.

Donovan rolls away from Sean and stands up when Johnson stomps his foot and steps in, going for the Titanic Kick. Cage side steps him though and drops to his knees behind Sean, hitting him to the crotch with his forearm as the fans explode into a wave of boos. Sean bends forward, grabbing himself and yelling out in pain when Angyllic now appears from the backstage area, her arms wrapped around her pregnant stomach as she rushes towards the ring with unbridled fury in her eyes.

Douglas: Wait, it’s Angyllic, now she’s coming out here to get involved in this thing.

Billy: Didn’t she learn last week not to get involved in situations like these, she’s risking the health of her unborn child.

Dan: I agree, she should not be coming out here.

Angyllic rushes towards the ring as Donovan spins Johnson around and clotheslines him hard to the canvas. He towers over the down Johnson while shaking his head in anger, furious over the events of this evening thus far while Angyllic climbs onto the apron behind him. She slides through the ropes and steps up right behind Donovan, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around with spite in her eyes. As soon as his eyes lock on Angyllic’s, she slaps him violently across the cheek, causing him to stagger backwards in a stunned state. The fans are going nuts while Donovan touches his red face, and Angyllic shouts incoherently at the man who shoved Johnson into her last week.

Mayne: Oh now Angyllic is just asking for it, she’s just begging to add another dead baby to pile here in the ULW.

Dan: She is not thinking clearly here, and besides I don’t Donovan could even be that big of a monster to put his hands on a pregnant woman.

Donovan turns towards Angyllic slowly, his eyes filled with intensity as the pregnant young lass continues to yell at him in outrage. She lifts her hand into the air, going for a slap when Donovan catches her tightly around the wrist and begins to back her up, squeezing it tightly. Angyllic looks to be in a lot of pain now throughout her arm when Johnson grabs the shoulder of Cage, spinning him around. Sean steps in and delivers the Titanic Kick straight to his jaw, Cage being taken off of his feet and sent crashing to the canvas, grabbing his mouth as he rolls across the ring. Johnson glares down at him with fury in his eyes, the crowd cheering on the fact that he came to Angyllic’s rescue.

He turns towards Angyllic now, who is looking at her sore wrist, Genocide stepping in and putting his hand on her shoulder. He tries to comfort her when Angyllic looks up and smiles towards Sean before slapping him viciously across the face. Johnson appears stunned as he grabs his jaw and staggers backwards, Angyllic glaring at him in pure rage before stepping towards the ropes.

Billy: Johnson saves Angyllic, and then she repays him with a slap to the face, what the hell!?!

Douglas: Angyllic outraged by what happened last week, and clearly not thinking straight or accepting what transpired as an accident.

Johnson is rubbing his jaw as he turns to glare at Angyllic walking away, a sense of shock depicted on his features.


MAKING HEADLINES


JOHNNY KINGDOM A COWARD

These words are written in bold type face, stretched across the front of a rather legitimate looking newspaper, but still crudely put together enough to imply that the headline comes not from a reputable publication. Nonetheless the crowd has a very mixed reaction at he sight of this accusation as the camera pans out slowly, revealing the eyes of none other than Orlando Cruze glaring into the fake newspaper, reading it very carefully. He shakes his head in disappointment while sitting upon a director’s chair, the rest of the room in pure darkness however. Finally his eyes raise from the paper, acting very disappointed as he shakes his head towards the camera.

Orlando Cruze: Hello, ULW fans seated in the arena and watching from the luxury of your homes this evening, as you can see, the Icon, Orlando Cruze is not a happy camper whatsoever.

With another shake of his head the former three time World Heavyweight Champion continues to display his despair.

Cruze: As you can probably guess by the headline of this paper, that I’ve had drawn up, after making my challenge last week on Annihilation, I’ve still yet to hear a thing from Johnny Kingdom’s camp. That’s right, shockingly Johnny has yet to come out of retirement and agree to meet me in the ring at Retribution. So although this headline may be false, I can assure you it won’t be in a few weeks, if Mr. Kingdom fails to show up for a battle that is already being hailed as the match of the century.

Orlando sadly puts the paper down on a small table off to his side, which has some kind of object mounted upon it covered in a black sheet. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward slowly, staring deeply into the camera.

Orlando: What’s the matter Johnny? Have I failed to get your attention just yet? Are you still comfortably sitting at home on your ass after the beating that AWOL gave you at Paranoia, refusing to come anywhere near this ring? Or perhaps I haven’t made my offer tempting enough. No, that can’t be it, because I know there would be nothing more tempting to bait someone into a match, than the prospect of facing off one on one against Orlando Cruze. So again, I ask myself, why are you not answering my challenge Johnny, what could be keeping you from accepting this match? Are you possibly thinking to yourself, “hey, I’ve got nothing left to prove?” Well, I got news for you buddy, you must certainly do, especially against me.

An almost arrogant grin forms on Orlando’s face as he slides out of his chair and moves around to the back of the table at his side. He runs his hands across it’s surface before they lock around the black sheet covering the mysterious object at his side.

Cruze: Because let’s face it Johnny, it seems that every single time we’ve met in the ring, I’ve walked away victorious. In fact, I can’t even think of one time that you’ve ever pinned my shoulders to the canvas, or made me tap out. If you don’t believe me, I took some advice from Ross Perot, and brought with me a visual aid.

In one quick fluid motion, Orlando pulls the sheet off the object, revealing it as a pie chart screwed into the table top. There is one large huge red chunk that takes up almost the entire chart, while a tiny blue wedge is barely noticeable upon it. Orlando grabs a steel pointer, slapping the small blue area.

Orlando: This Johnny, would represent the amount of times that you’ve defeated me. This tiny, little bitty patch depicts the very few, almost insignificant proportion of wins you’ve earned against the Icon. While the red area....

The pointer strikes the large red section.

Cruze: Is a very accurate display of just how many times I’ve beaten you.

Cruze drops the pointer to the table top as the camera zooms in on his intense face, the confidence fading as his eyes lock in a determined manner upon the lens.

Orlando: So Johnny, if you think you’ve got nothing left to lose, if you believe that you don’t have to come out of retirement because you’ve led a fulfilled career, think again Mr. mighty Team Leader. Because although you did hold the World title for over a year, although you’ve won the belt twice, although you’ve pinned just about every person on this roster, there’s one thing you haven’t done. That one thing is simply this, you haven’t beaten me.

The determination only grows stronger in Orlando’s eyes, looking all the more edgier as the camera closes in on his face.

Orlando: And rest assure of one thing Kingdom, until you’ve beaten me, I will never ever, respect you.

There is obvious anger and seriousness in both the eyes of Cruze as well as in his deep tone, sending a very important message over national airwaves straight to Johnny Kingdom, wherever he may be located.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



PROTECTION


With a loud reaction consisting of pure cheers, the fans respond to the sight of the veteran Nathan Creed. The Xtreme Champion stands with his back turned towards the camera and the Xtreme title glistening about his waist. Half of his face is stuck in a barely open doorway, talking to somebody inside in a quick, nervous manner.

Nathan: Now listen man, don’t do anything until I tell you to. Just follow my plans and everything will work out just fine.

Creed nervously checks over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for anybody that maybe standing nearby, overhearing the secretive conversation.

Creed: We cannot allow them to get away with their plans, tonight, we stand up for ourselves and end their reign of tyranny once and for all. But Robin cannot know about this, you hear me, our plan has to remain secret, I don’t want her to get the wrong ideas. She has to realize that we’re doing this to strike a cord in Comeau and that fucking Alpha Generation, and that this has nothing to do with her.

Are you sure about that?

The voice sounds intrigued on the other end of the doorway as Nathan rears his head back, acting a bit stunned by the accusation while shaking his head quickly.

Nathan: Of course, I have all the faith in the World in Robin’s abilities, I know what she’s capable of. Really, this is doing you a favor......

Very funny Creed, but I see where your coming from. I’ll play along, only because I have similar interest as your own.

The side of Nathan’s face that can be seen, has a obvious grin upon it. He begins to retract his head through the doorway when a set of hands grab his shoulders. In shock Nathan spins around to find himself glaring at Robin Brooks, who is smiling from ear to ear, yet looking slightly baffled as she tries to glance over his shoulder at the door.

Nathan: Oh, it’s just you Robin, hahahaha.

Nathan leans elbow first against the closed door, trying not to allow Brooks to get a good view of it and forcing a grin.

Robin: Yep, who else would it be? Who were you just talking to by the way.

Nervousness settles over Nathan as Brooks motions to the doorway at his side, scrambling to develop a plausible excuse.

Nathan: Ummmm, yeah, that was nothing really, just talking to man.....age.....ment, about the........ cats.

Nathan’s eyes shift back and forth, realizing that his excuse just fell apart horribly, while Brooks eyebrows raise. She rears her head back, giving Nathan a very bewildered glance.

Brooks: Uh, Nathan, that didn’t even make the slightest bit of sense. What’s going on here?

A chuckle escapes Nathan’s mouth as he reaches out and puts his arm over Brooks’ shoulder, turning her away from the door.

Nathan: Oh don’t go getting paranoid on me Robin, everything is fine, you need to start thinking about your match tonight against Isaac Saine though......

As she is led quickly away from the door, Brooks glances over her shoulder at it, realizing that Nathan is hiding something from her. She turns back to glance at Nathan who is quickly dragging her down the hallway. Once they are both off camera, the lens turns to remain on the door, which begins to crack open slowly. As it parts open some more the jagged metal mask of Isaac Saine comes into view, peaking out from the doorway. His eyes dart back and forth to make sure no one is watching before he re-enters his room and closes the door shut quickly.


ORLANDO CRUZE VS. BAINE


Mayne: Now what the hell was that all about?

Douglas: I’m not sure, Nathan Creed and Isaac Saine, half brothers, conspiring about something backstage.

Billy: I don’t like this, almost as much as that message that Orlando Cruze sent to Johnny Kingdom. Speaking of which, I understand his match against the monster Baine is coming up next. And I have the feeling that Baine is going to force another legend into retirement.

Dan: Last week Baine certainly did decimate Lethal Weapon, but will he be able to do the same thing tonight against the Icon, Orlando Cruze? That’s the question.

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

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

As the last word finishes all goes silent, and a green light emanates from the entrance area. Suddenly Every time I Die by Children of Bodom blasts over the PA system and Orlando Cruze walks through the curtain to a massive ovation from the fans. Orlando stands there for a moment, looking left and then right, before holding his arm aloft with his fist clenched. Explosions rocks the ramp way as Orlando makes his way down to ringside, his eyes totally focussed on the ring. He walks around the ring and up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes and walking across to the far turnbuckle. He climbs it, and holds his arm aloft as yet another explosion, probably bigger than the others engulfs the ring.

Dan: And here is the Icon, one of the greatest in ULW history, the three time World Heavyweight Champion Orlando Cruze, who is desperately trying to force Johnny Kingdom out of retirement for just one more match. But tonight, his focus has got to be about taking out Baine, the same man who injured the legend Lethal last week.

Mayne: He won’t have any revenge tonight Dan, because Comeau’s hand picked assassin will just end one more legacy in a quick swift, fluid motion tonight.

Douglas: Baine has been impressive as of late, but we’ve yet to see him hang in there against real main event quality opponents. Tonight, we’ll see what he’s truly made of.

The crowd is pumped, excited to see this one get started as Orlando continues to pace in the ring, fiercely glaring at the entry way in great anticipation. "Forsaken" by Korn and Disturbed blares over the sound system as red and white pyros erupt in a colorful inferno. The curtains part and through the back area emerges the 7'7" 415lb man beast known only by the name Baine. He is dressed in a pair of black short tights which reads on the back in crimson the word "Forsaken", black mid-calf high boots with simular crimson designs of a tribal nature. Baine's face is expressionless and his gaze seems deadened to any emotions what so ever. The crowd is outraged by his presence before they begin to buzz with excitement, Orlando rushing up the ramp straight at the giant. Baine throws a right hand but Cruze blocks it and begins to strike the jaw of the goliath repeatedly, knocking him backwards.

Mayne: What the hell!?!

Douglas: Orlando taking it straight to Baine, not waiting to get this match started after what he did to Lethal Weapon last week on Annihilation.

Billy: Is he crazy, you don’t take the fight to a 7 foot 7 monster, you cower in the corner and curl into the fetal position.

Baine still looks stunned as Cruze cracks him across the jaw, and then does it once more, the monster hitting the barricade side first. The fans are still putting their hands together as Orlando chops Baine across the chest, and then strikes him another devastating shot to his sternum, causing a woo to arise from the sold out audience. Baine leans back first against the barricade as Orlando turns to look over the fans with a demented glint in his eyes, his features contorted with rage and passion. He turns towards Baine once again only for the giant to grab the head of Cruze in his massive paws and deliver a hard headbunt straight to his face. The shot staggers Cruze, who tries to plant his feet as Baine grunts and steps towards him quickly across the steel ramp. Orlando jumps into the air though and plants a stiff dropkick to the chest of Baine, sending him staggering backwards into the barricade and spilling back first over it into the screaming crowd.

Douglas: Orlando just dropkicked this behemoth into the sea of humanity, I’ve never seen anyone take it to Baine like this right from the get go of the match.

Mayne: That’s the problem, Baine was caught completely off guard, most the time his opponents are too fearful to just take the match to him like this.

Baine begins to stand up amongst the sea of humanity, looking absolutely stunned before Cruze rushes across the ramp and dives over the barricade directly on top of the giant. Both men are sent crashing down to the concrete floor with the fans putting their hands together still, Baine hitting the cement across his back with Orlando landing on top of him. Cruze crawls immediately on top of Baine, launching right hands into his face repeatedly while clutching a hand full of his hair. Everyone is still putting their hands together, brimming with excitement before Orlando stands up and begins to stomp the massive chest of Baine, turning towards one of the fans and requesting something from them. A glass of beer is handed to him as Orlando chugs some of it down and then turns it, pouring the liquid on top of Baine who turns away from him onto his knees.

Cruze throws the plastic cup into the back of Baine’s head before he steps towards him and grabs his hair once more, beginning to pull him up in an angry, brash manner. Without warning Baine turns though, placing his hands to the stomach and chest of Orlando and then hoisting him up into the air. The fans are stunned as Baine holds him up in the air and then drops him down on top of a row of chairs with a gorilla press. The crowd clears out of the way as Orlando bashes face first off of one of the metal seats, turning towards Baine who launches a huge big boot straight into his face. The shot sends Cruze crashing onto his spine and rolling over in reverse into a crawling base. The crowd clears out of the way, booing Baine as he steps towards Orlando and grabs him around the head, dragging him to his feet then leading him through the sold out arena.

Douglas: These two really brawling amongst each other in the stands, but it looks as if this match is finally getting to the ring.

Mayne: Where Baine will continue to dominate things.

Baine leads Orlando through the crowd still before reaching the barricade off to the side of the ring. He pulls the head of Cruze backwards and then slams him down face first into the barrier, bashing his skull off of it before he turns to face Baine. The monster charges in and lariats him hard over the barricade and onto the outside mats, which he rolls across, aching in pain from his throat. The monster gives him no time to rest, stepping over the barricade and moving towards Cruze quickly, who rises to his knees though and launches a right into his mid-section. Baine bends forward as Orlando stands up and connects with a vicious European Uppercut to his jaw, that nearly knocks the giant off of his feet. Yet he remains standing as Orlando delivers another searing knife edge chop, further staggering the giant.

Orlando grabs him by the wrist and turns his back towards the turnbuckle, beginning to whip him towards it only for Baine to bury his feet to the mats, refusing to be budged. Cruze doesn’t have the strength to whip the giant towards the exposed turnbuckle post as Baine grimaces in anger and then switches around positions with Orlando. He instead whips Orlando straight at the turnbuckle with a huge burst of momentum, Cruze slamming face first off of it and then collapsing onto his spine. The fans unleash their rage upon Baine and squeal at the sight of Orlando’s head bashing so violently off the post, yet the goliath refuses to pay much attention to their insults. He remains focused on Orlando as he grabs him around the head and pulls him to his knees then presses him up into the air again, turning towards the ring. With his brute strength he tosses Cruze through the ropes and into the ring, Orlando turning as he crashes across his side before rolling across it.

Billy: Baine forcefully getting Cruze in this ring to officially start this one on one match between them.

Douglas: It looks like these two are out to simply kill one another in this match.

Baine steps up onto the apron, gripping the top rope in order to do so while Orlando rises to his feet and charges in. He connects with a dropkick through the middle and bottom ropes, hitting the gut of Baine. The massive man bends forward, his head stuck over the top rope now as Orlando gets to his feet and then charges at the noggin of his opponent. He jumps into the air and wraps his arms around the head, pulling him down with a diamond cutter that drags Baine down throat first into the cables. The giant stands up straight, gasping for air and coughing horribly, one hand gripping the top rope and keeping him from collapsing to the outside of the ring.

Orlando stands up and turns around, looking shocked that Baine is remaining on the apron before he charges across the ring and springs into the air. He lands feet first on the ropes running perpendicular to the ones Baine is standing behind, and then springs off, turning for the dropkick. The huge hand of Baine swaps his legs out of the air though, causing the crowd to look on in shock as Orlando is sent crashing down into the canvas. He rolls across the ring as Baine steps over the top rope and moves towards Orlando quickly. The Icon has gotten to his hands and knees when Baine steps in and kicks him violently to the chest, the shot echoing throughout the arena and causing Cruze to rise to his feet. He turns to face Baine who bends forward and catches him ribs first against his shoulder. Baine lifts Orlando into the air and rushes him backwards, spine first directly into the turnbuckle. The collision causes Orlando to shout out in pain as he remains in the corner, Baine taking a step back and grabbing him around the noggin. He delivers yet another hard headbunt to the skull of Cruze, almost knocking him out of the corner and to the canvas below.

Mayne: What did I tell you Dan, I told you Baine would dominate this match and that’s exactly what he’s doing now.

Douglas: This man is definitely showing what he’s made of, and how his impressive size and strength can certainly overcome the speed of Orlando. But the longer this match goes, the more into Cruze’s favor I think it will be, with Baine’s size he’s got to get more wore out faster than Orlando would after all.

Baine throws a hard right into the skull of Cruze, who is surprisingly still standing in the corner in a very sluggish, dazed manner however. Baine now grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, Orlando sent charging into the ropes with the beast charging after him. With quickness Cruze grabs the top rope with both hands in the corner, lifting his legs into the air for some type of huge move. All of a sudden Baine catches Orlando on top of his shoulder though, backing up and then rushing forward as he drops Cruze down face first into the turnbuckle with the snake eyes. Orlando’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he staggers backwards into the waiting shoulder of Baine, who hoists him up into the air before dropping down into a vicious back drop suplex.

Orlando crashes into the ring hard, sitting up and shouting in pain as Baine grabs his shoulder, pushing him down into the pinfall.

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Cruze gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in the process while Baine grabs him around the head. He rolls Orlando onto his feet and then slaps on a front gantry, setting up for another basic, yet effective move. Baine gets Cruze up and now lifts him into the air for the vertical suplex only for Orlando to turn his body and drop down feet first behind the back of the over seven footer. He wraps his arms around the waist of Baine, setting up for the German suplex as he unleashes a roar and attempts to lift him. Baine’s eyes dart back and forth though, filling with confusion as Orlando tries to hoist him into the air once more with a loud grunt, yet can’t find the strength to get his massive body into the air. Baine grins as he back elbows Orlando violently to the face, causing him to break the attempt at the German and stumble in reverse.

Baine quickly rushes into the ropes in front of Cruze, hitting the cables and coming back in when Orlando turns and jumps into the air. He connects with a stiff dropkick to the shin of Baine, knocking him down to one knee immediately with the fans putting their hands together. Orlando quickly gets to his feet and rushes into the ropes in front of Baine now, bouncing off and coming back in. As he does, Baine reaches out grabbing a hold of his throat, obviously setting up for the chokeslam.

Mayne: Say goodbye to Cruze, Danny boy.

Douglas: This may be the biggest chokeslam in history.

Baine stands up and grabs the back of Orlando’s tights, hoisting him up into the air for the chokeslam when Cruze counters. He turns his body and reaches back with his legs, acrobatically wrapping them around the waist of Baine while falling forward to the canvas. He is going for a roll up but Baine wraps his arms around the waist of Orlando, allowing him to drop onto his hands and then hoisting him back up into the air with a wheelbarrow. Baine releases him as he is lifted though, reaching out with hand and placing it around the throat of Cruze before chokeslamming him down to the canvas with absolute viciousness. Orlando’s body crashes violently into the canvas after the wheelbarrow chokeslam style move, a very dazed glint in the eyes of the Icon. He finally collapses onto his back as Baine steps forward and places his foot to the chest of the former three time World Champion.

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Cruze kicks out, turning onto his side as he pushes the foot off of his sternum. Baine takes a step back, appearing outraged as he glares down at Orlando and then steps in, jumping high into the air. He gets surprising height as he delivers one of the biggest leg drops in captivity, the body of Orlando kicking up into the air as a result. The giant Baine rolls to his knees, placing his fists to his hips and glaring around with a furious glint in his eyes. Choking continues to escape Orlando’s lungs as Baine scoots towards him on his knees, grabbing the head of Cruze and sitting him up onto the canvas before standing up tall. He delivers a straight boot to the back of Orlando’s head, causing him to grimace and shout out in pain as the giant rushes into the ropes in front of him and bounces off the cables.

Baine comes back in, looking for a big boot when Orlando sits up and catches him around the ankle. The giant hops on one foot, appearing stunned as Orlando continues to grip his leg and now stands up, attempting to push him over to the canvas and force him in the ankle lock. The fans are going nuts before Baine utilizes brute strength to pull his leg downward and in turn drag Cruze forward into a vile, repulsive clothesline, the brutality of which sends the Icon crashing into the canvas with incredible force.

Mayne: What a lariat by Baine! That almost took the head of Cruze from his shoulders, man do I ever love this.

Dan: Baine somehow remaining dominant, keeping Orlando from connecting with any quick counters by using that tremendous girth of his, and using it fairly well.

The massive figure rises to his feet and grabs Cruze around the head, quickly dragging him up to his feet. He steps to his side and connects with a searing back hand knife edge chop across the chest of the Icon, causing him to slam across his back upon the canvas. He rolls to a crawling base and immediately begins to stand up with the fans shocked by the sudden impact of the chop bv this over seven foot goliath. His hand wraps around the wrist of Cruze as he backs him into the ropes and whips him quickly across the ring. Orlando turns and reverses though, catching the ankle of Baine with both of his legs, causing the giant to tumble forward into a kneeling base. However, he is still not all the way down on the canvas as Cruze stands up and tries to capitalize upon the momentum, battered and sweaty while rushing in at the kneeling monster. He plants a stiff knee into the face of Baine, which causes him to sway back and forth with a very dazed glint in his eyes, remaining on his knees though.

After the stiff knee Orlando continues into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at the kneeling Baine. He launches his knee into the air once more before Baine turns away from him and stands up, catching Cruze under his arm. The freakishly huge Baine hoists Orlando into the air before planting him into the canvas with a side slam, quickly hooking his leg, with the fans screaming with disbelief.

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Orlando gets his shoulder off the canvas once more, turning onto his side and looking very dazed, incoherent even after constantly being shut down by this giant Baine. The monster rises tall above Cruze once more, realizing that he has stopped every counter from the Icon before once again grabbing a hold of his wrist. He yanks him up onto his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, Cruze turning as he smacks into it hard, his arms falling over the cables, keeping him from collapsing to the ring. Baine grinds his teeth, looking truly furious as he rushes across the ring straight at Cruze, who suddenly shoots his legs into the air. He plants both feet into the face of Baine, causing him to stumble in reverse before he catches himself and rushes forward once more. Orlando kicks him straight to the jaw again though, resulting in the massive mobile monster almost collapsing to the canvas as he stumbles in reverse.

Douglas: Orlando answering back against this massive tide, he’s starting to really battle this raging behemoth.

Mayne: No, Baine can’t take anymore shots to the face, plastic surgery wouldn’t even improve his neanderthal like features as is.

Baine shakes his head, trying fight off the effects of the kicks as Cruze pulls himself up backwards onto the second rope. He now dives off, flying at Baine and catching him around the head as he swings around for a huge DDT. Baine places his hands to the chest of Orlando though and pushes him off, causing him to crash onto the canvas in front of him feet first. Frustration mounts in Baine’s face as he charges forward for a lariat that Orlando ducks under, charging into the cables behind his back. Orlando jumps into the air, turning and climbing onto the top rope as Baine turns to face him, Cruze flying off and connecting with the Cruze Missile directly to the chest of the monster. Baine is knocked from his feet and down back first to the canvas with the entire arena erupting into insanity, seeing Cruze break out a move he hasn’t used in some time to take down this giant Baine.

Sweat beads from the body of Cruze, who finally found the quick counter he needed to take down Baine, however, somehow the giant is already forcing his way upwards. Cruze’s eyes open widely, shock setting in before he rushes at Baine, who catches him by placing hands to his chest and stomach. He rises to his feet and hoists Orlando up above his head, placing him in a gorilla press slam position when Cruze slides off of his palms and lands on his feet behind his back. Cruze wraps his arms around the waist of Baine, dropping back into a German suplex to the shock of the crowd, Orlando unleashing a huge grunt throughout the process. Every muscle in his body seems to be utilized as Baine crashes into the canvas across his back, rolling over sideways slowly.

Douglas: What a German suplex by Orlando Cruze, I cannot believe he finally hit it, and he seems to have Baine reeling in this back and forth bout.

Billy: Get up Baine, get up!

Dan: Stop with your shameless heel support, please!

Baine begins to push himself to his feet somehow, getting into a crawling base when Orlando jumps at his arm. He grabs it, forcing it up between his knees and trying to lock his hands around the jaw of the giant. Cruze appears to be setting up for the crossface, the very move that Johnny Kingdom utilized so very often. Baine tries to fight it, shouting out in anger before he pushes Cruze off of him, sending him rolling over sideways. The crowd boos as Orlando gets to his hands and knees, trying to force himself to his feet. Baine stands up in anger, turning towards Orlando and beginning to rush in as he lifts his foot into the air. Cruze ducks it however, getting behind Baine and then grabbing his arm, trying to force him down to the canvas once more, trying to lock in the crossface to a huge reaction from the fans.

Before he can get it locked in, Baine pushes backwards with his arm, sending Cruze around into a spin to face the giant. Baine grabs his wrist and pulls him into his shoulders, setting up for his F5 style move from the top rope as he begins to step backwards in the direction of the turnbuckle. While beginning to do so however, Orlando slides around off of his shoulders and lands on his feet in front of the giant, placing his arm over his chest before lifting Baine into the air and planting him with the Rock Bottom. The whole ring shakes as Cruze hits the move completely without warning.

Dan: The ROCK BOTTOM! Orlando hit the Rock Bottom on Baine out of nowhere, I can’t believe he had the strength to just do that!

Mayne: Talk about absolutely amazing, wait, I’m not allowed to say that!

Orlando hooks the leg of Baine with the fans still going nuts, each and everyone of them putting their hands together at the sight of this.

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Baine has been pinned by Orlando Cruze, he’s defeated this seven foot seven monster with one of the most amazing displays of strength ever seen. Cruze sits up on the canvas, raising his arms in victory while Baine remains spread across the canvas, not moving after the brutality of the rock bottom by the Icon.

Douglas: Cruze has pinned the hired assassin of Mark Comeau, Baine has been taken down by the Icon!

Mayne: This monster, this behemoth was suppose to be impressive tonight, he was suppose to continue destroying people on this show, but instead he’s been beaten! This show is going to hell in a handbasket, in a handbasket I say!

Dan: Orlando has gotten some payback for what Baine did to Lethal last week on Annihilation.

Orlando rises to his feet slowly with sweat streaming down his body as he hops up and down, all fired up, Baine rolling from the ring after the brutality of the Rock Bottom. Cruze turns his attention towards the camera at his side now, the operator of it perched on the apron beside him. Cruze steps towards it and begins to shout into the camera, which is zoomed in on his face now.

Orlando: Tonight, I did this for you Lethal, I beat Baine. But at Retribution, what I do to Johnny Kingdom if his ass comes out of retirement, will be all for me!

Orlando pushes the camera as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction now. Cruze shoots his arm into the air while stepping across the ring with a big, excited grin on his face, Baine falling into the barricade, which he utilizes to keep his over seven foot battered body standing.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE


With an emphatic and powerful boo the fans react to the sight of none other than Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage standing shoulder to shoulder. Adams arrogantly glares up at the ceiling with the stolen Livewire title belt comfortably positioned over his shoulders, sparkling brightly as JA strokes his chin. The look of intensity on Rusty’s features greatly contradicts the cockiness of JA, his back aimed towards the desk as they lurk within the GM’s room. Both men while wearing different expressions and bearing different attitudes, seem focused though on the task at hand, their goal for the evening as their eyes flutter down to something off camera. None other than Mark Comeau strolls from behind the camera slowly, wearing a warm up suit, prepared for in ring action as he finishes bandaging his wrists, very focused as well. He begins to speak in a very cryptic, important manner.

Mark: Tonight gentlemen, we finish something that should have been done long ago. We do something that needed to be accomplished as soon as AWOL and Desolation both stepped foot into a ULW ring......

Mark rubs his hands together eagerly while the confident Adams nods in the direction of a focused Cage.

Comeau: What we do tonight, is for the good of this whole federation, for the good of the whole world in fact. Because right here on Annihilation, right in the center of that ring, we finish the careers of Desolation, and AWOL once and for all. We insure that we’ll never have to see the World title belt on either of them again.

Passion burns in the eyes of Comeau as he glares back and forth at the faces of the Alpha Generation members, full of intensity. Adams sticks his hand out and places it on the shoulder of the General Manager while adjusting the stolen title belt over his shoulder.

Jackson: Don’t you worry about a thing Mark, I’ll gladly clean up this mess that is AWOL and Desolation, this mess that is stinking up the place and causing me to be held back from achieving what I deserve. Just like at Retribution when I finish off Nathan Creed once and for all, Rusty and I will do the same thing to that sham of a World Champion AWOL, as well as that undeserving, no talent number one contender, Desolation. And like you said, we’ll do it for the good of this federation, hahahaha.

An eager, diabolical grin finds it’s way upon the face of Comeau as he grins his head deviantly, enjoying the prospect of the destruction of his enemies. Jackson backs up, slapping his hand over his title belt with just as much excitement.

Comeau: Ah yes, this is going to be such a monumental night in the annals of ULW history, because for the first time ever, two hall of famers are officially going to have their careers killed in the center of the ring. And to top it all off, their demises, will come at my hands.

Mark flashes his teeth as he clinches his fists and stares down at them, becoming very intense while Rusty and Jackson nod their heads oddly, a bit bewildered by his behavior.

Comeau: Jackson, Rusty, you two men will have the greatest honor of your career, when you destroy the two biggest nagging thorns in the side of Annihilation, once and for all. No longer will I have to live in fear, no longer will I have to put up with the incisive badgering and lectures about what I’m doing wrong around here. No longer will the Alpha Generation be kept away from the spots that they deserve, from the opportunities that you have earned simply because Desolation or AWOL refuse to give up the spotlight. This will be the biggest night in ULW history, gentleman, we kill two birds with one stone, and we show the world that you don’t mess, with Comeau.

Surprisingly, Mark almost finds himself foaming at the mouth as he raises his eyes to glare at Jackson and Rusty, who grin rather oddly in the direction of the all fired up General Manager. They seemingly have no idea what to think of the blood red features staring back at him, the outlandish behavior of the General Manager, who is definitely at the end of his rope.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. ISSAC SAINE


Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play and after 15 seconds the curtains start to move & out runs Robin. She runs to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the young wrestler. Sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ramp. Doing some of her kick boxing moves she waves to the crowd. Sprinting down the ramp she contines to wave and smile at them.

Billy: Oh great, we go from bad to worse. First Orlando pins Baine, and now in the very next match we’re forced to watch Robin Brooks in competition, and to make matters worse, it’s against Isaac Saine, another of those Vengeance jerks.

Douglas: I’m actually very excited about this match Billy, these are two very bright stars on both respective brands, quite possibly the future of this federation and now they square off one on one for all of......hey, wait a second here....

The camera shifts from the excited Brooks and settles upon the top of the titontron where none other than Romeo Damascus is seated. He is planted on the very edge, his legs dangling over the front of the screen with a rose held in between his fingers, sniffing at it and watching Brooks all the while. Robin turns around in the ring now, spotting Romeo glaring downward upon her, one of her lips quivering with anger at the mere sight of him.

Dan: What in the world is Romeo doing here? He’s leering at Robin once again, the woman he’ll face at Retribution.

Mayne: He’s got every right to be here, looking at the love of his life, studying her before the two clash at the pay-per-view.

Douglas: This man’s obsession with Brooks has become absolutely disgusting, especially based off of what happened last week, right here on Annihilation as he forced her to watch him beat down Nathan Creed.

Romeo is still glaring at Brooks with a slight grin on his face, enjoying the mere sight of the lovely young lady, who is still outraged by his presence on the titontron, realizing that this is mere mind game tactics now. As she points up at him the light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...

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

Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloddied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnifcent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Deamonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares directly at Brooks, then glances up at Romeo seated on the titontron. Damascus is giving Isaac a threatening glare, obviously not pleased that he is about to face off against his fare Robin.

Mayne: Somebody get that piece of slime out of our ring. He is not an Annihilation wrestler, and ratings boost, or no ratings boots, he does not need to be here. He proved that earlier tonight when he stuck his nose into business that simply didn’t involve him.

Douglas: When his brand is being ran down, and he’s being insulted by being called a reject, any man would be furious enough to come out and stand up for what’s right. But that’s besides the point, we need to concentrate on this sure to be epic, first time meeting between Brooks and Saine.

Robin stares across at Isaac, waiting for anything that may do, knowing what this man is truly capable of as Saine continues to glare at her through the slits in his mask. The referee begins to turn and motion for the bell when Isaac just drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, exiting the squared circle. A confused expression befalls the features of Brooks as she rears her head back, glaring at Isaac who marches around the ring, headed towards the back already.

Mayne: Wait, what is going on here? Is Isaac leaving?

Douglas: Was that what Nathan was talking to him in the back about?

Isaac storms around the ring to the end of the ramp and with determination in his eyes, immediately begins to stroll towards the entry way. Robin looks on, utterly befuddled while raising her shoulders and glaring at the back of Isaac who still marching off to the backstage area. Isaac turns to face one of the nearby cameras, shouting in anger.

Isaac: I’m no one’s fucking puppet, especially Mark Comeau’s.

In defiance Isaac continues to march up the ramp, headed towards the back with Robin sliding her hands into her hair, shaking her head back and forth in an utterly flabbergasted manner, not sure what to think of what she’s seeing here. Romeo stands up on the titontron, shaking his head before he throws down the rose, watching as it tumbles to the stage then kissing the palm of his hand before blowing it in the direction of Brooks.

Dan: I don’t believe this, Isaac sticking it to Mark Comeau by not participating in this match. I completely understand his motives though.

Mayne: This is lunacy, and exactly why Isaac and the rest of Vengeance shouldn’t be allowed on this show.

Robin is obviously upset while Romeo winks in her direction from the top of the titontron.


STUCK BETWEEN A BOB AND A BITCHCAKES


Nervously, AWOL glares down at his watch wrapped around his wrist, growing impatient to speak with Desolation, still planted in a seat between Bob, and a very sweaty Bitchcakes. Obviously McPhee must have returned to this chair after his grueling contest, wiping sweat from his face with a white towel. The agitation is AWOL’s face speaks volumes as time ticks down to the main event of the evening, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. Bob stares oddly at the bald head of AWOL, as if admiring it as the Champion catches a glimpse of him staring, becoming even more uncomfortable. His eyes slowly shift towards Bitchcakes, who once again is eyeing him as well.

AWOL: Sooooo, why are you guys waiting to speak with Desolation for?

Bob answers in an excited manner, while Bitchcakes becomes confused.

Bob: Bob wants to see Santy Clause, are you Santy Clause?

AWOL’s eyebrow raises slowly.

AWOL: Nooooooo, that answer kind of had no relevance to my question whatsoever.....

Bitchcakes: Hold on a sec.....

AWOL and Bob shift their attention towards a surprised McPhee who has his hand raised into the air.

McPhee: Are you meaning to tell me I’m waiting in line to talk to Desolation? I thought this was the line to the bathroom.....

In slight outrage Bitchcakes stands up and turns to face the wall as AWOL watches on in shock.

Bitchcakes: Oh well, this is just as good a spot as any I guess.

Bitchcakes unzips his blue jean shorts and immediately begins to urinate on the wall next to AWOL, who slides over a bit in his chair, moving away from the stream of piss. While moving towards Bob, the fat hands of the jolly master of mnooses, slides over the bald scalp of AWOL rubbing it and only adding to the Champion’s confusion.

Bob: Ewww, shinny ham....

Bob leans in and begins to lick the head of AWOL, who bats his eyes in utter confusion, not sure how to react whatsoever. He slowly slides his hand over his face, trying not to implode.

AWOL: I don’t get paid enough for this shit.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


AVAILABLE ON DVD TODAY


IN HOT WATER


The crowd has a loud reaction at the sight of Nathan Creed standing by backstage in the lockeroom. He paces nervously with the Xtreme title over his shoulder while holding a phone up to the side of his face, speaking into it, carrying on a very private conversation of sorts. Once again he finds himself glancing around periodically, making sure no one is approaching.

Nathan: Yeah, Kyle, everything went perfect tonight, just like two weeks ago when you made your first impact on Annihilation, and just like on the next show when we continue our plan to make the Alpha Generation’s life a living hell. This is going great, everything is working out exactly as we had planned, and soon not only will I have the Livewire title back around my waist, but I’ll also finally conclude this war with Jackson Adams once and for.......

Robin: Nathan!

Creed jumps a bit and places his hand over his heart as he spins around quickly, finding himself glaring at none other than Robin Brooks, who is standing behind him. He smirks, but the smile is not returned on the face of Robin, instead she scowls at him, her eyes locked in a cruel manner upon the double Champion, who feels an immediate since of unease.

Nathan: Is there something wrong...?

Brooks: Knock it off Creed, you know what’s wrong with me.

False confusion sweeps over the features of Nathan as he rears his head back and raises his shoulders.

Robin: I know that you and Isaac had this planned tonight, for him to walk out on my match with him, and it wasn’t something he just upped and decided to do spur of the moment. I think you convinced him to do it, and not just because you want to stick it to Mark Comeau.

Obvious anger and dismay resides on the face of Brooks, coldly glaring at a surprised, taken aback Nathan Creed.

Nathan: Robin, your being paranoid...

Brooks: No I’m not, your keeping secrets from me, just like Deakin did, your not being honest, and I can’t have that. Tell me why you arranged this with your brother....

Nathan lowers his head and shakes it before Brooks pushes him with both hands to his chest.

Robin: TELL ME!

Creed responds in anger, very sharply.

Nathan: Because I was worried about you okay! Is that a crime now, wanting to protect somebody? I know what Isaac Saine is capable of, I didn’t want him to hurt you.....

The answer doesn’t give Robin any form of satisfaction as she just continues to shake her head.

Brooks: I’m not some little princess that needs protecting Nathan, I can handle things on my own. If you want to protect me, then stop meddling in my business when you don’t need to. Stop doing these things behind my back, and stop lying to me. I can’t be your friend, if I can’t trust you Nathan.

Still in anger, all emotional and fired up, Brooks turns away from Creed storming out of the lockeroom. With despair in his eyes, Nathan watches Brooks walk off, seemingly not sure what to think, or how to react to what just transpired.


”JUMPIN” JIMMY PRUITT VS. “CLASSIC” SCOTT ADAMS
BEST OF NEWCOMERS TROPHY ON THE LINE


"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 phenomenal 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.

Dan Douglas: And here we have the young rookie Jimmy Pruitt...

Billy Mayne: Just call him 'fresh meat' Dan, he's going in there against an industry veteran who's made his entire career in Japan. Jiminy Cricket or whatever his name is doesn't have a chance.

Dan Douglas: Well, professional wrestling does have a history of extreme upsets. The 1-2-3 Kid, Mikey Whipwreck...

Billy Mayne: But Japanese training here, Dan! Do you know how they train wrestlers in Japan? They lock the prospective wrestlers in a cage with angry, hungry tigers and the one that lives gets looked at to partake in pro wrestling training. Just looked at mind you.

Dan Douglas: Riiiiiight.

P.O.D.'s "Alive" plays over the PA as "Classic" Scott Adams walks out, slapping hands with three kids in the aisle that don't really know any better. Adams receives a lukewarm smattering of boos.

Dan Douglas: "Classic" Scott Adams looking confused as to the reaction of the ULW fans here tonight.

Billy Mayne: I think it's because the fans smell something funny with Scott Adams, people don't trust the squeaky clean babyface image in this day and age and...

All of a sudden thunder rumbles in the ULW arena and an image from the old He-Man cartoon plays on the Jumbotron. "By the Power of Greyskull!"

Billy Mayne: Oh God no...

"The Power" by the H-Blockx begins to play, and the leader of the Loons comedy faction stride out onto the entry ramp with a microphone, dressed in bright red leather armor with a microphone in his hand.

Billy Mayne: No good can come of this.

Ron Raeth waits for his music to die down before raising the mic, the participants in the ring looking a little bit confused.

Raeth: Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of ULW and one of Desolation's many contracts, it has been decided that I will be serving as in capacity as a special guest referee for this match. Since on one side we have a guy who's two matches into his professional wrestling career, and quite obviously dressed in the dark. And on the other is an individual that doesn't seem to be aware that the 1980's ended seventeen years ago.

Ron begins walking down the entry ramp to the ring whilst he explains himself.

Raeth: So by Desolation's edict to spice up Annihilation, I'm here to prevent a WWF Mania-esque style squash match between the two of you which will no doubt bring most ULW fans flashing back to the 80's when they were less then ten years old and were usually in bed by this time of night, and will find themselves drifting off into the nappy-nap land. So...

Ron climbs into the ring, looking over the two wrestlers.

Raeth: In the interest of the fans here, and Desolation's sanity, I've decided to, free of charge, not only serve as guest referee, but also attempt to teach the two of you how to wrestle. You in a more modern style, so you don't have dust flying off of you with punch/kick/bodyslam/big boot/pin, and you... well... we'll just see if you can figure out how to apply a wristlock by the end of the evening.

Ron motions for the bell to be rung, and ULW Official Olaf Peterson just shrugs and exits the ring.

Raeth: Now, make it snappy, I was in the middle of my second job, FFXI Online GM.

Dan Douglas: Well this is... going to be an unorthodox match to say the least.

Billy Mayne: 'Unorthodox' is Jim Ross' code word for 'shitty,' just so you know. John Cena is an extremely unorthodox wrestler. Dan, you're and exceptionally unorthodox play by play announcer.

Adams and Pruitt start off the match with a collar and elbow tie up that sees the young Jimmy backed into the corner. Ron Raeth is right there demanding a clean break, which Adams grants, just before unleashing a chop to the chest of young Mr. Pruitt that echoes throughout the arena and draws a number of WOOOO's from the fans. A second chop follows, and a third. The pale chest of Jimmy Pruitt has acquired a bit of color, which only becomes redder as Adams unleashes a third and forth chop. The guest referee admonishes Scott Adams, telling him to break it. But the Fighting Spirit is strong within Adams who continues the assault.

Billy Mayne: See? What did I tell you about that Japanese Strong Style influence? Pure evil, I tell ya! Look, if you look real close you can see the scars from a tiger bite on Scott Adams' thigh!

Dan Douglas: That's a mole, Billy.

Ron steps in and physically separates Jimmy Pruitt and Scott Adams. Pruitt slumps down in the corner, while Adams tries to charge in again. The heavier Ron Raeth has decided that he's had enough with warnings and shoves Scott Adams into the corner as Jimmy Pruitt rolls out onto the ring apron. Ron unleashes a rapid fire flurry of chops to Scott Adams' chest.

Raeth: And this is just a sample of what you'll get if you keep ignoring me! I won't disqualify your ass, but I WILL beat your ass!

Dan Douglas: Ron Raeth showing that he's not going to take any crap while serving as referee tonight.

Billy Mayne: That is a shockingly blatant abuse of authority.

Raeth ducks out of the way as the thin frame of Jimmy Pruitt flies through the air and connects with Adams in a Stringer Splash.

Dan Douglas: Big... wel... Medium Splash in the corner by "Jumpin'" Jimmy Pruitt.

Scott Adams walks out of the corner with a scowl on his face and takes the somewhat frightened looking Pruitt down with an arm drag. The wide eyed Pruitt is back on his feet in a moment, only to find himself arm dragged a second time, and a third, which Adams turns into a side arm wringer. Pruitt whimpers and scoots himself over to the ropes, wrapping both legs around the bottom rope and clinging to them for dear life. Adams reluctantly breaks the hold, not wanting to try Ron Raeth's patience with a five count. Both men are back on their feet, and Adams continues the terrible assault with, you guessed it, another arm drag.

Raeth: Put your leg in between his! Block it for fuck's sake!

Pruitt does so, stopping the momentum of Adams. He looks incredibly proud of himself, and walks over to the ropes, looking out into the crowd and pointing back at Scott Adams. The veteran comes charging in with a clothesline, which Jimmy ducks, and takes down the veteran Adams with an arm drag of his own. Adams rolls back up onto his feet, eyes wide, only form young Mr. Pruitt to arm drag him once again! Pruitt stomps around the ring, waiting for Adams to get up, and hooks the arm, only to find Ron Raeth's hand on his shoulder, and on Adams'

Raeth: For God's sake, no more fucking arm drags! WOOOOAH!

The referee finds himself thrown end over end due to a double team arm drag. Scott Adams takes advantage of the opportunity by grabbing Pruitt in a waistlock and flinging him head over heels in a vicious looking release German suplex.

Dan Douglas: Ooooh! Jimmy Pruitt folded up like an accordion!

Billy Mayne: The Japanese teach that move by having you fight rabid wolves. The only way to escape is to throw them into a pit with a three foot high lip.

Dan Douglas: Where do you get this stuff, really?

Scott Adams dusts off his hands and drops down and covers Jimmy Pruitt. But rather then count the pin, referee Ron Raeth is staggering around dizzily. The crowd chuckles at Ron's antics, while Adams rolls his eyes and goes over and shakes Ron out of his trance before returning to the cover. Ron shurgs and drops down.

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No! Jimmy Pruitt has his foot on the bottom rope! Much to the chagrin of Scott Adams. The "Classic" gets to his feet and shoves Ron Raeth, holding up three fingers. Ron shakes his head and holds up two fingers, but in the heavy metal devil horns, which he then throws into the air and begins head banging.

Dan Douglas: Scott Adams, at least, doesn't appear to be amused by the antics of one Ron Raeth.

Billy Mayne: That makes two of us. Two sane men against the rest of the deluded, loony, foul smelling, vomitous world.

Dan Douglas: Been reading your thesaurus again have you?

Scott Adams peels Jimmy Pruitt from the ring ropes, hooking him in a front facelock then reaching down, lighting him up for his Northern Lights Powerbomb finisher, holding the rookie Pruitt up in the air to make the blood rush to his head. Ron Raeth whistles innocently and gives Pruitt a bit of a nudge, causing him to land on the top turnbuckle. The badly dressed youngster decides to just sit there and take a bit of a breather while Scott Adams argues with Ron Raeth.

Billy Mayne: That was out of hand, Ron Raeth pushed Jimmy Pruitt out of the devastating finishing move of Scott Adams. You see...

Dan Douglas: But only after Adams put his hands on the official.

Billy Mayne: The Northern Lights Bomb was developed in the Philippines as a way to drag fearsome ravenous three toed sloths out of the trees.

Dan Douglas: Do you even know what a three toed sloth is?

Ron Raeth just stands there, arms crossed, and incredulous look on his face while Scott Adams rants and raves angrily at him. Ron simply yawns and points behind Adams. Adams rolls his eyes and turns, as Jimmy Pruitt comes off the second rope with a Crossbody Block.

Dan Douglas: Jimmy Pruitt off the top rope with his trademark Jimmy Jammer!

Billy Mayne: HA! But Scott Adams shows his expertise and ducks! You can't beat experience, Dan!

Adams ducks and slips out of the way. Jimmy Pruitt crashing into Ron Raeth, who catches the youngster in fall away slam position. Scott Adams chuckles and looks out at the crowd, tapping his temple in the universal sign to show mental superiority. Though it's debatable as Ron Raeth lifts Jimmy Pruitt up in a Gorilla Press, and as Scott Adams turns, the referee tosses the rookie at the veteran!

Billy Mayne: NO! More blatant interference on the part of Ron Raeth!

Adams and Pruitt go crashing to the mat, but Adams rolls through!

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HE GOT HIM! Scott Adams triumphs over the rookie Pruitt in his second match on Annihilation! No! Wait! Ron is holding up two fingers Pruitt kicked out at the last second! Adams is on his feet, enraged. He shoves Ron Raeth, Ron Raeth shoves him back, allowing Jimmy Pruitt to rolls the veteran up with a Schoolboy!

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It's over! Jimmy Pruitt having overcome incredible odds as he emerges victorious!

Dan Douglas: The... ah... unfortunately dressed Jimmy Pruitt overcomes Scott Adams here tonight in what has to surely be considered a major upset victory.

Billy Mayne: All thanks to Ron Raeth...

Dan Douglas: And Scott Adams' temper.


FINALLY MEETING FACE TO FACE


With another loud reaction the camera opens upon AWOL, yet again seated backstage, planted on a metal chair with the gold glistening over his shoulder. His back is pressed to the chair and an agitated expression remains locked upon his contorted features, Bob sitting next to him now, and writing out what appears to be a Christmas Wish List. Bitchcakes appears in the camera’s frame now as well, his head slowly falling over and resting on the shoulder of AWOL, as if having passed out from a drunken bender, celebrating his victory perhaps. AWOL slowly glares down at the head on his shoulder before he lifts his finger into the air and places it to the temple of Bitchcakes, pushing his head off of his shoulder and sending him over sideways. Bitchcakes spills out of the chair now, collapsing onto the floor and still remaining out cold, snoring loudly. As AWOL swipes the drool off his shoulder, Bob leans in close to his other side.

Bob: And Bob wants transformers doll for all mnooses in the parsley patch, and Bob wants Superman costume, and Bob wants fire engine....

AWOL is unable to refrain from erupting any longer.

AWOL: FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT SANTA CLAUSE!

Bob looks demoralized and crushed immediately by these comments before he slaps AWOL on the back of his head.

Bob: You big mean!

The Champion lifts his finger, pointing at Bob and about to react when the door leading to Desolation’s room opens. The crowd on the inside of the arena erupts into cheers as Desolation steps out, yawning loudly while stretching his arms. He turns his attention towards Hellkat, who is reading a magazine instead of doing her fake secretarial work.

Desolation: Ahhhh, that was such a nice nap, I probably swept through this whole horrible show, thankfully. Anyway, clear my schedule, I plan on taking another 4 hour break later today, do some well deserved napping after carrying this whole show on my back tonight....

AWOL steps up behind Desolation now before he finally spins around and overlooks the World Champion, a bit surprised to see the agitated holder of the gold so close in proximity to himself.

Desolation: Oh, it’s AWOL, it’s the Champ!

Desolation flicks the gold plate of the title belt over AWOL’s shoulder as he gives him a smug look.

Desolation: So what have you have been up to AWOL? Watch any good movies, read any good books, eat any good babies today?

A snicker somehow finds it’s way out of the body of AWOL as he begins to shake his head.

AWOL: Desolation, I think I’ve had about as much humor crammed down my throat as I can bare tonight, so let’s cut with the formalities, we need to talk.

Desolation: Oh really, well you could schedule an appointment....

Desolation points over his shoulder in the direction of an eager Hellkat, when AWOL raises his palm, shaking his head.

AWOL: I think I’ll pass on that Deso. We’ll talk now since our match is coming up next, and since my message is so short, to the point sort of speak. There’s only one thing I have to say to you, and I’ll make this as simple as possible.

Desolation: Ha, imagine that, something simple minded coming from AWOL.

The Champion pauses for a second and eyes Desolation, who puts on a big false smile, flashing all of his pearly whites.

AWOL: Hmmmm, anyway, there’s only one thing I want, and that’s Mark Comeau in the center of that ring. You can have all the fun in the world you want throwing Jackson Adams and Rusty Cage around, but you leave Mark for me.

AWOL almost buries his finger into the chest of Desolation, yet stops himself, apprehensive to make physical contact with the number one contender. Desolation mulls over the idea, rubbing his jaw throughout the process.

Desolation: So, let’s get this straight, you beat down a man who hasn’t wrestled in years, and I face two of the quote un quote, “future stars,” on my own? Sounds fair to me, champ....

Desolation pats AWOL on the shoulder and steps around him, walking off as the Big Crazy Bastard adjusts the World title and watches him march off with a bit of arrogance. AWOL’s eyebrow once raises slowly in speculation.


ON THEIR WAY


Boos flood the arena and echo throughout the backstage area as the faces of Jackson Adams, Mark Comeau, and Rusty Cage come into the camera’s view. The Livewire title thrust over the shoulder of the arrogant Adams as he leads his team for the evening towards the ring. Mark punches his palm, getting himself pumped for the physicality of the match he’s about to face. Rusty also seems fired up as the trio make their way down the corridor, headed for this main event.

Dan: The Alpha Generation and Comeau on their way to the ring, the main event is next ladies and gentlemen.

Mayne: I can’t wait.


AWOL & DESOLATION VS. THE ALPHA GENERATION & MARK COMEAU


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dan: The number one contender is here, after apparently a long power nap in preparation for this match.

Mayne: Outrageous, he should have been doing some serious exercises for this contest, to get in shape for this battle. He’s facing the Alpha Generation and Mark Comeau for crying out loud.

Douglas: I think Desolation is more than ready to answer this type of challenge.

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, Mark Comeau, and Rusty Cage stroll out onto the stage. The fans immediately begin to bombard them with boos as all three men look around with repugnant expressions upon their faces. Jackson thrusts the title over his shoulder, the one stolen from Nathan as he marches around the ring, Mark apprehensively rising onto the apron as AWOL and Desolation both glare at him, being held back by the referee. Jackson steps around to the announce table and lays the Livewire title down on the table in front of Billy Mayne, pointing and shouting at him to protect it with his life.

Mayne: Yes sir, I will protect your title with every fiber of my being.

Douglas: It’s not his title. I swear, the Alpha Generation makes me sicker, each and every time I see them. But right now, there’s only one thing I want to see, and that’s their destruction, alongside Comeau’s right here tonight.

Billy: Not going to happen, Mark has this all planned out, I promise you.

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, with the World title glistening over his shoulder. 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 the plate of his title 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 Desolation, who is giving him a mocking ovation.

Douglas: I’m so interested to see how these two are going to work together. This is the first time in ULW history, we’ve ever had a World Champion team with the Number One Contender, with both men being united in their hatred for Mark, Jackson, and Rusty.

Mayne: These guys are anything but united, in the build up to this match, they spent more time ribbing one another then they did their competition. I don’t think they’re going to be capable of functioning as a team at all, with their contradicting personalities.

The fans are anxious, giddy with excitement in fact over this impending match while Mark stretches in his corner, getting ready for the match in a comical work out suit, obviously not having stepped in the ring for a very, very long time. Jackson and Rusty stand at both of his sides, giving him some inspiration when AWOL has seemingly had enough, bolting across the ring straight at the back of the GM. Mark turns with wide eyes and dives through the ropes, AWOL not taking his eyes off of him though as Jackson immediately clocks his former teammate across the jaw, and now chops him across the chest. The crowd boos wildly as AWOL is knocked backwards, Jackson really going at him as Rusty steps in now as well, assisting his partner with fist strikes to the head of the World Champion as well.

Both Rusty and Jackson grab the wrists of AWOL now backing him up into the ropes, completely catching the Champion off guard as his spine strikes the cables. They both whip him across the ring with great force and then step to the center of the squared circle, bending forward for a double back drop. AWOL comes back in and stops abruptly in front of them though, connecting with a kick to the chest of Jackson, which causes him to stand up and then delivering a high knee to the face of Cage. Rusty stands up straight, looking dazed as AWOL turns and rushes into the ropes in front of both men. He strikes the cables and comes back in when Jackson and Rusty throw a double lariat that the Champion ducks under, charging into the ropes behind them. He bounces off and comes back in as JA and Cage turn around and are met with a double lariat.

Douglas: AWOL all fired up, taking it to the Alpha Generation right here at the beginning of this match.

Mayne: Jackson and Rusty are just playing possum, that’s all.

Dan: Strange, looks like to me they’re getting their assess collectively handed to them.

Adams and Cage crash into the ring with AWOL glaring down at them with passionate, furious eyes which are now cast upon Comeau in the corner. A lump forms in the throat of the GM, who begins to shake his head as AWOL storms towards him, Comeau dropping off the apron quickly and backing away. AWOL points over the ropes straight at Mark when Jackson rushes up behind him and delivers a hard forearm strike to his upper back. AWOL is knocked forward into the cables while Cage rolls out of the ring, clutching at his throat. In the meanwhile Adams grabs the top rope and begins to stomp AWOL to the gut and chest repeatedly while being pressed back first against the turnbuckle. He slowly rescinds his hand and delivers a brutal knife edge chop across the sternum of the World Champion.

Adams grins as he turns away from AWOL and shakes his hand, acting as if that one even hurt himself. His grinning features transfer back to AWOL who slaps the taste directly out of his mouth, Jackson being sent into a spiral before he turns to face the World Champion. AWOL grabs the back of his head and launches a hard forearm into his jaw, followed by another one that knocks him backwards as a result before the Champion steps to his side and connects with a brutal shin kick that knocks Jackson over backwards onto the canvas. The crowd screams at the viciousness of the kick as Adams gets over onto his knees, crawling towards Cage in the corner as he reaches through the ropes with his arms, wrapping them around the waist of Rusty. The fans begin to laugh loudly as Jackson looks over his shoulder at an impatient AWOL before slapping the chest of his partner and rolling quickly to the outside of the ring.

Rusty now glares at AWOL while Mark drops off the apron and begins to lecture Jackson on the outside of the ring, Cage hesitantly sliding through the ropes. AWOL turns though and catches sight of Desolation in his corner, sticking his hand out into the ring and politely requesting a tag. With reluctance AWOL turns and begins to approach Desolation, reaching out to make the tag when the Dark Man lifts his fist into the air instead, demanding the Big Crazy Bastard knuckle up with him. AWOL rolls his eyes and feigns agitation before slowly raising his fist and putting it to Desolation’s, officially tagging him into this contest. With quickness Desolation slides through the ropes as does Rusty as both men begin to circle one another.

Douglas: Cage and Desolation now in there against one another, let’s see if either of these two man can turn the tide in this match.

Mayne: Rusty better do what he’s good at, and that’s beat the shit out of people.

Dan: I think Desolation’s pretty proficient in that area as well.

Desolation and Rusty finally step in, locking up with a collar elbow when Cage swings around under his arm quickly. He places him in a textbook arm ringer before switching around behind Desolation and locking in the hammerlock. Desolation falls down onto his seat though and lifts his legs into the air, wrapping them around the waist of Adams before pulling him down into a forward roll pinfall.

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Desolation breaks the pin, rolling in reverse and getting off the chest of Cage, who sits up quickly, the Dark Man standing up behind him. He steps in and connects with a brutal buzzsaw kick straight to the back of Rusty’s head, causing him to shout out in pain as he covers his noggin. Desolation rushes into the ropes in front of him and bounces off the cables back first before charging back in and connecting with a very stiff front dropkick to the face of Rusty, knocking him over onto his back. The fans groan the stiff impact in which the kicks connect upon Rusty, the Alpha Generation member knocked through an absolute loop while Desolation rolls over in reverse and steps over his legs. He immediately begins to wrap them around one another before turning Rusty over into his elevated cloverleaf, the fans putting their hands together with great enthusiasm.

Fans: TAP, TAP, TAP!

Before Rusty can even consider doing so however, Jackson enters the ring behind Desolation, charging up behind him and grabbing the back of his head. He pulls him off the hold and charges him at the ropes, throwing him over the cables to the outside of the ring. Desolation reaches out and catches the top rope though, keeping from collapsing to the outside before he skins the cat back over into the ring. As he does so, he lands feet first on the second cable and springs off in reverse, Jackson turning to face him and being caught around the neck as Desolation flips over backwards. The Dark Man pulls Adams down into a huge reverse DDT.

Mayne: What the hell was that? Desolation hitting that move out of nowhere!

Douglas: The World Champion and the Number One Contender both really cooking here in this handicap tag, taking it to the Alpha Generation.

Billy: This is not how this was suppose to happen at all.

Jackson rolls across the ring gripping the back of his head as Desolation rolls onto his knees, beginning to stand up. Without warning, Rusty steps in though and catches him around the head, dropping back into a vicious DDT, that plants the Dark Man straight on top of his noggin. Desolation flips over and crashes onto his back, wrapping his hands around his head only for Rusty to keep his arm wrapped around the neck of his opposition. He rolls over sideways, pulling Desolation with him into a kneeling base before standing up and reaching out, hooking his leg. With quickness, Rusty drops in reverse, connecting with a fisherman suplex into the pin.

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Desolation gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, turning onto his hands and knees in the process. Rusty gets to his feet quickly and connects with a right across the jaw of Desolation, followed by another one before turning as he bolts across the ring. He bounces off the cables and comes back in with a roaring forearm, aimed straight at the face of the Dark Man, who bends forward, ducking the shot. He plants himself behind Rusty who turns right around into a brutal superkick straight to the jaw, a very stiff one at that, knocking Cage backwards into the turnbuckle. With quickness, Desolation spins around and rushes at Rusty in the corner, jumping into the air and landing with great agility on the ropes. He wraps his hands around the back of Rusty’s head, about to drop back when Jackson jumps onto the second rope, reaching over the cables. He puts his hand to the chest of Desolation shoves him off backwards, away from Rusty, causing the Dark Man to crash across the back of his head on the canvas.

Desolation rolls over in reverse, straight onto his knees before he stands up and glares at Rusty, who dives off the turnbuckle while turning in mid-air, planting the back of his heel directly into the face of the Dark Man. The former World Champion crashes onto his back, wrapping his hands around his face while Rusty gets onto his side, appearing very pleased with his actions.

Mayne: And just like that the Alpha Generation gets right back on track in this match, showing what they are truly talented at.....

Dan: You mean cheating? That’s all I’ve seen from these two men thus far.

Billy: What, no!

Jackson sticks his hand into the ring, looking eager for a tag while Rusty gets to his knees and gives Desolation an up yours taunt. He quickly turns towards the stuck out hand of Adams, slapping it as Jackson jumps over the ropes, looking eager to get his hands on the down Desolation. Comeau watches on, shouting words of encouragement from the ring apron as Adams rushes up to Desolation, who has gotten into a crawling base and drops a quick elbow straight into his kidneys. Desolation falls to his stomach, shouting out in pain before Adams rolls over and drops another elbow into his spine, further inflicting damage on the kidney area of the Dark Man. Adams turns around quickly, reaching out and grabbing the arms of Desolation before flipping over forward, bridging back with the cattle mutilation. The crowd become passionate in their anger, standing up and screaming at Adams who has the hold locked in before Desolation begins to counter.

The Dark Man pushes himself up onto his knees, causing Adams to rise up to his feet as he still bridges over backwards into the double chickenwing, really trying to earn the submission. Desolation forces himself up onto his feet now though as Adams changes around the hold instead, standing up straight as he locks up the arms in another position, going for the unprettier. With a squeal from the crowd, Desolation pulls his head free and buries his hands into the back of Adams, shoving him off into the cables. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in at Desolation, hitting a stiff shoulder block that sends him crashing spine first onto the canvas. The former World Champion remains on his back with Jackson glaring down at him before he bends forward and blows snot onto the Dark Man then rushes into the ropes at his side.

Jackson comes back in when Desolation rolls towards Adams, jumping over the body of his opponent and rushing into the opposite ropes. He bounces off those cables and comes back with Desolation jumping to his feet and springing into the air, going into a leapfrog. As he does so though, Jackson drops into a baseball slide under the body of Desolation, stopping himself from hitting the ropes as the Dark Man lands directly in front of him on his feet. Jackson jumps to a standing base and steps in, wrapping his arms around the waist of Desolation and as h e goes for the German suplex. Desolation wraps his leg around Adams though and then performs a standing switch, getting around behind Jackson. He wraps his arms around his waist when Adams back elbows him to the face, then does it once more before rushing forward into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Desolation who leap frogs him, Adams charging into the cables behind him and coming back. As he does so, Desolation springs high into the air and connects with a sickening dropkick to the face of Adams, knocking him off of his feet and sending him crashing into the canvas. The fans put their hands together at the sound and sight of the sick dropkick by the Dark Man.

Douglas: What a series of counters leading into that high impact dropkick by Desolation, which damn near broke the jaw of Jackson Adams it looks like. Which believe me, would be a good thing if we didn’t have to bear listening to this man to speak.

Mayne: Come on, you know that’s not true Dan, the man’s wrestling abilities are only matched by his gift for gab.

Dan: Sure he can say a lot, but I don’t want to listen to what he has to say.

Desolation rises to his feet, the crowd still going nuts as AWOL sticks his hand into the ring, wanting back in there against the Alpha Generation as well as Comeau. Desolation shakes his head in the direction of AWOL though, lifting his fist into the air once more, demanding that the World Champion knuckle up with him once more. AWOL rears his head back, sighing with absolute agitation as Desolation continues to keep his fist raised, demanding the Champion hit it before he’ll let him into the match. AWOL begins to lift his knuckle when Desolation lowers it without warning, sticking out his palm instead and shrugging his shoulders, while the fans unleash another wave of cheers and laughs. While the official checks on the down Adams, the Champion only further becomes agitated, but before he can make the tag, Comeau scrambles into the ring on his hands and knees, crawling up behind Desolation. He flings his forearm up into the testicles of Desolation, the fans screaming out in anger as the Dark Man bends forward from the collision, reaching for his genitals.

While bent forward with the fans screaming in outrage, Jackson rises to his feet and rushes up behind Desolation, springing into the air and dropkicking him to the posterior. Desolation is sent forward into the turnbuckle, hitting it across the back of his head and nearly flipping up and over it, getting onto his seat upon the top rope as he shouts in pain. He now falls backwards, flipping in reverse off the turnbuckle and landing on his feet upon the canvas as he staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Adams. Jackson catches both of Desolation’s, spinning him around and jumping into the air as he connects with the unprettier, planting the face of the legend square into the canvas. Desolation rolls onto his back with Jackson sitting up, grinning from ear to ear while Mark rises, putting his hands together.

The crowd goes nuts as AWOL steps over the ropes into the ring, immediately making his way towards Comeau, who scrambles from the ring, the official cutting off the World Champion. He places his hands to the chest of AWOL, holding him at bay with Jackson spotting the official’s distraction. With quickness, Adams grabs the legs of Desolation, lifting them into the air and spreading them before he falls knee first into his crotch. The crowd starts to boo loudly as Jackson stands up and now drops an elbow into the genitalia of the former 2 time World Champion. Adams gets to his feet and quickly dives into the air before coming down with a headbunt into the testicles this time, Desolation shouting in pain as he rolls back and forth, Jackson working over his privates region.

Douglas: Would you look at this, I never though I’d say something like this, but after that low blow by Mark Comeau, Adams is working down the genitals of Desolation! Could this man cheat possibly anymore, or get any odder?

Mayne: This is brilliant strategy by Adams, taking advantage of the situation whenever you can, and besides it’s Desolation’s fault, he should have wore an athletic supporter.

AWOL finally steps towards his corner, the official still shouting into his face, demanding that he exit the ring. The furious eyes of the Champion are locked on Mark in the corner, who is demanding that the referee get him out of the ring already in a furious state. Desolation is still gripping himself while rolling onto his chest and stomach when Jackson stands up and steps behind him, reaching down as he wraps his arms around the waist of the Dark Man. A demented grin forms on his face as he hoists Desolation up into the air in a wheelbarrow position before pushing him off and dropping him down with an acid drop across his knee.

The Dark Man grimaces in pain as he hops forward, reaching for his lower region in further pain as Jackson stands up behind up and places him in a reverse waist lock once more. He quickly falls in reverse, pulling Desolation over into a snap German suplex with the bridge.

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Desolation kicks out, getting his shoulder up and turning onto his knees in the process, Adams rushing to his feet then charging in. He connects with a stiff kick to the forehead of Desolation, knocking him over onto his back, the shin shot echoing throughout the arena. Some of the fans groan from the impact as Jackson now turns towards AWOL, raising both fists into the air and moving them around while he hunches downward, trying to bait the Champion into a fight. AWOL rolls his eyes once more, refusing to enter the squared circle when Jackson spits at him, slobber colliding with his chest and causing the crowd to boo even more. AWOL now steps over the ropes, not taking this lying back at all before Adams grabs the shirt of the official, throwing him in front of the Big Crazy Bastard as the referee immediately demands that he exit the ring. Behind the official’s back, Rusty enters the ring, stepping to one side of Desolation while Adams moves to the other. Both men grab his ankles and lift them into the air before they pull down on them, spreading the legs of the Dark Man violently, ripping at the muscles around his pelvis.

A huge wave of boos sweep over the arena as Desolation sits up, howling out in pain while reaching for his lower extremities and shaking his head back and forth. A dams raises his hands into the air and slaps them together behind the official’s back with the referee still backing an outraged AWOL into the corner. The World Champion shouts out at referee Ingelson, pointing over his back at the situation in the ring before finally just realizing he should exit the ring.

Mayne: The Alpha Generation is just owning Desolation now, absolutely wearing him down thanks to the uncontrollable anger of AWOL.

Douglas: I cannot wait till he gets in this match again, and when Desolation can come back against these cheating bastards and truly finish them off.

Adams exits the ring as the referee finally turns around, believing a tag had been made while Rusty steps to the side of Desolation, dropping the point of his elbow into the sternum of the Dark Man. Desolation’s body kicks into the air before he turns onto his side, trying to push himself up and fight back only for Rusty to crawl in and grab him around the throat. Rusty begins to choke Desolation violently while kicking both of his legs and being very adamant about it, really strangling the Dark Man with all of his strength. The official steps in, starting a five count and reaching four before Cage breaks the choke and rises to his knees, acting innocent. He finally gets to his feet with Desolation choking something up, his face blood red from being choked for so long.

Mark now sticks his leg through the ropes, beginning to enter when the official cuts him off, getting in his face and demanding he stay outside of the ring. Rusty immediately drops back down and begins to choke Desolation once more with a single hand, the fans voicing their disapproval of this blatant cheating. Rusty grins as he continues to choke Desolation so violently, now using both hands and really putting a lot of pressure into it. The official finally turns around as Mark exits the ring, starting a five count once more. A fraction of a second before he utters five is when Cage breaks the choke and rises to his knees, grinning from ear to ear as he relishes what has been done to the number one contender thus far in this match. Rusty rises to his feet and places his foot to the back of Desolation’s head, pushing it with the Dark Man to deprived of air and aching from the lower body to fight it.

Cage: Come on Desolation, get your ass up, show me why your so big and bad, hahahaha.

Rusty stands up, grinning from ear to ear before he turns towards the corner, Mark sticking his hand over the ropes, demanding a tag. The fans are on their feet booing, realizing exactly why Mark wants in there, Desolation in a prone position for Comeau to dish out some punishment without much risk to his well being.

Dan: This is bullshit, now Mark Comeau wants the tag, when Desolation is easy pickings thanks to this cheating by the Alpha Generation.

Mayne: I tell you, it’s a testament to just how brave Comeau is to be willing to get in that ring with a two time former World Champion, and the current number one contender, Desolation. The set of balls on this man have to force him to buy custom made pants.

Mark enters the squared circle all the while staring at AWOL in the corner, who is fuming, seething in rage, the GM pointing down at Desolation throughout the process.

Comeau: This is what happens to people who fuck with me AWOL!

The World Champion isn’t deterred to tear Comeau apart however as his eyes remain focused on the GM who steps towards the down Desolation. Rusty remains in the ring though, dropping down over top the arms of Desolation and pinning them both to the canvas over top of his head, holding him down for Mark to begin stomping his open mid-section. The fans are booing even louder than before as Mark places his arms in a double axehandle and drops them down into the exposed ribs of the Dark Man, Desolation curling into a ball around his gut. Rusty is forced from the ring now by Ingelson as Mark gets to his feet and playfully pivots between feet, throwing fists and all the while pointing at AWOL, begging him to get in the ring. AWOL will not enter though, buying his time and refusing to be used as a distraction as Mark begins to laugh directly at him.

Mark: You’re a pussy AWOL, you don’t want none of Mark Comeau, hahahaha.

Mark backs up, still grinning from ear to ear as AWOL keeps his cool and merely half grins while shaking his head, still refusing to be baited into the ring. Mark turns towards Desolation and begins to stomp him to the forehead now several times, really trying to work him over with the most basic of moves, having not been in the ring for several years now. He finally reaches down and wraps his hands around the head of Desolation, rolling him over onto his knees and bending down in order to get into his face.

Comeau: You want to ridicule how I run things around here Desolation, well no more, your finished you son of a bitch, your finished!

A blood red hue fills Mark’s face as he lifts his hand into the air for a slap. Desolation chops it away though, causing Comeau to go around into a spin as he grabs his wrist and shouts out in pain. He turns to face Desolation who slaps him brutally across the side of the face, sending Mark crashing to the canvas and wrapping his hands around his mouth as he scrambles in reverse across the canvas. All the while he gets his hands up in front of him, begging off while Desolation rises to his feet, reaching for his testicles and glaring down at the GM, seconds away from absolutely destroying him. Before he can do much of anything though, Adams and Cage both rush up behind him in the ring, connecting with forearms over his back, vile ones at that. Desolation crashes to his hands and knees with Rusty and Jackson both pummeling him with their forearms over his spine repeatedly.

Douglas: More of this damn blatant cheating, I wish some form of control could be restored to this thing.

Mayne: How dare Desolation disrespect Comeau with that slap, Adams and Cage are just loyal supporters of their GM, coming to his aid.

Dan: This is a wrestling match Billy, chances are Mark’s going to take a few bumps and scrapes.

Adams and Cage are still repeatedly throwing forearms over the back of the kneeling Desolation when Ingelson gets in their faces, demanding that they exit immediately. Both men finally do but not without a hassle, distracting the official as Mark grabs his wrist tape, beginning to rip it off and twirl it around the fingers of his opposite hand. He stretches it out between both hands and steps over the back of Desolation, wrapping it around his throat, strangling the constant source of his irritation to the displeasure of the jam packed arena. Mark takes great satisfaction as he continues to choke out Desolation, who is trying his best to rip the tape away from his neck.

The official finally turns away from Adams and Cage in the corner and back towards the action as Mark conceals the tape by bending forward and wrapping his arms around the throat of Desolation, placing him in a sleeper hold. With a flash of his teeth, Mark shows his arrogance, looking around at the fans who are booing rather furiously at the sight of what they are witnessing. He turns back towards an impatient AWOL who remains in his corner, itching to get in the ring and get his hands on the arrogant General Manager. Due to the choking by Comeau, Desolation’s face has become a light shade of purple, yet he is trying to fight his way to his feet, deprived of air and all. Mark shakes his head back and forth, looking stunned at this, unable to believe that Desolation is fighting his way up out of the sleeper hold even with Comeau almost seated on his back. Desolation starts to get to his feet though, rising to a standing base with Comeau shouting “no” loudly and looking panicked, the fans putting their hands together.

As soon as Desolation stands up, Mark pulls the tape out across his throat and yanks downward on it, causing the former World Champion to be sent crashing back first into the canvas. Desolation grabs the back of his head as he sits up, Mark turning towards Adams and slapping his hand, tagging him back into this contest. As Desolation remains sat up on the canvas, Jackson rushes back first into the ropes and bounces off, coming back in and winding up before he dives forward into a twisting European Uppercut straight to the back of the Dark Man’s head. Desolation cringes and arches his back yet remains seated on the canvas as Adams turns away from him into a crawling base. He scurries towards Desolation and pushes him onto his back, hooking his leg quickly.

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Desolation gets his shoulder off the canvas once more, the fans cheering at the sight of this before Adams rises to his knees and begins untape the band around his wrist. Frustrated by what they are seeing the crowd becomes rabid at the sight of Adams, sitting Desolation and putting the tape across his throat, choking him from behind just like Mark was doing a second again. Comeau raises his hands, putting them together, really enjoying the sight of this as Desolation gasps for air, still being strangled by a determined Adams. With anger Ingelson steps back in though, shouting at him to break the illegal choke and starting a five count before Adams finally takes the tape away from the throat of Desolation then applies his own rear naked choke hold. He grinds his arms across the neck of the number one contender, really digging in deep with the hold as his eyes bulge from their sockets in a demented manner, Desolation’s arms weakly flailing at his sides.

Mayne: Look at this Dan, just like last week Adams has got one of his opponents on the verge of tapping out. It’s a miracle how this man constantly wears down his opponents like this. He did it to Lethal Weapon, AWOL last week, and now Desolation tonight, this is beautiful.

Dan: This is no work of art, or no miracle Billy, it’s complete and utter bullshit cheating, which is all the Alpha Generation has done so far to remain on top of Desolation in this 3 on 2 handicap match. He was dominating this thing along side AWOL before this cheating began.

Adams is really holding onto the submission with all of his strength while Desolation is fading, slowly passing out due to the lack of air. AWOL slaps the apron and shouts over the ropes for Desolation to get his ass up already, demanding that he do so. The fans slap the barricades and stomp their feet as well, trying to work up the strength and energy in Desolation, trying to feed him with their own determination. Desolation is starting to thrive on it, lifting his arms into the air slowly and beginning to shake them in a rather cliche reeving up manner. Adams lips tremble with excitement and disbelief as Desolation once again starts to force his way up to his feet through all his pain, through all his exhaustion.

With anger JA further locks in the hold, digging in even deeper with his arms, really squeezing the neck of the number one contender till the point that Desolation’s head should realistically pop. But it doesn’t as Desolation feeds off the pain in his body and gets to his feet finally, Jackson still shaking his head and the Dark Man flailing his arms about in a frantic manner. While shaking his arms towards the heavens he now lowers his hands and swipes them over his eyes, doing a rather comical rendition of the Pulp Fiction style dance. As he swipes his hand over his eyes again he throws a forearm into the gut of Adams, followed by another strike that begins to weaken the grasp of the former Livewire Champion. Desolation bends forward suddenly and slides around behind the back of Adams now, placing his hands to his spine and shoving him off forward into the ropes.

Adams bounces off and comes back in when Desolation spins around and catches him with a hard kick straight to the gut, causing him to bend forward while shouting out in pain. Desolation, still feeding off the momentum, charges into the ropes at the side of Adams and comes back in, Jackson standing up though and throwing a lariat straight at the throat of the Dark Man. Desolation dives under the arm though and flies forward at AWOL, slapping his hand and tagging him into the match, the entire arena exploding as a result. The Big Crazy Bastard steps over the ropes and into the ring, all fired up with the crowd becoming very emotional.

Dan: AWOL got the tag, he got the tag into this handicap match, it’s about damn time!

Mayne: Adams will take care of this, trust me, he has AWOL’s number.

Jackson turns to face AWOL in shock as the World Champion immediately rushes in and clotheslines him violently down to the canvas. Jackson rolls over and rises to his feet though, turning towards AWOL and rushing in when the World Champion catches him around the arm and shifts around behind his back. He lifts him up into the air with a half nelson and then brings him down back first across his knee with a vicious back breaker from that position. With the arm still hooked, AWOL stands up and pulls Jackson around to face him before he delivers a kick to his gut and underhooks both of the arms now. He throws Adams up into a forward flip, catching him on his shoulders then powerbombing him down to the canvas with a standing tiger bomb. JA hits the ring hard, sitting up and shouting out in pain as AWOL spins to face Rusty Cage, who springs onto the top rope and flies off straight at the World Champion. AWOL steps to his side and places his arm over the chest of Cage, shoving him down with a huge standing Sto, that drives the Alpha Generation member hard into the canvas. Cage bounces off and sits up, his eyes rolling to the back of his head after the impact.

The menacing eyes of AWOL set on Comeau in the corner now that both Alpha Generation members are down in the ring, leaving this one on one. Comeau raises his hands into the air and points at AWOL, shouting something in anger.

Mark: If you put your hands on me, I’ll sue.

AWOL’s lips turn into a foul, disturbing grin before he rushes across the ring, straight at Comeau, the GM hopping off the apron and rushing across the mats. AWOL rolls out after him and chases the GM around the squared circle now, giving hot pursuit with the fans going absolutely nuts. Mark stares over his shoulder with a panicked expression on his face as he runs around the ring, the furious Champion still chasing him as quickly as possible. He finally slides back into the ring, crawling on his hands and knees with the fans still going nuts as AWOL slides into the ring as well, going after the General Manager in a furious state. He immediately grabs the ankle of Comeau who turns around onto his back, getting his hands up into the air, begging off with AWOL starting to rise to his feet. Kneeling the Champion glares at Mark in a very devious manner, moments from destroying the shocked GM when Jackson and Rusty immediately step in and begin to bombard AWOL with clubbing forearm strikes, beating him down.

Douglas: Dammit the hell, the Alpha Generation coming to the rescue of Mark Comeau once more, this is deplorable. Every time AWOL gets his hands on Mark, either Jackson Adams or Rusty Cage interject, I’m sickened by this.

Mayne: See, that’s the difference between yourself and the Alpha Generation, they have respect for their GM, they’re loyal to him, like you ought to be.

Dan: I would never respect a man like Comeau, not in a million years.

AWOL tries to cover up as both Adams and Rusty continue to pummel him with forearm strikes over his back, really trying to wear him down with the strikes as Mark stands up, stepping backwards. He shouts for Jackson and Rusty to stand AWOL up as he clinches his fist, about to pound the World Champion with a very wide grin on his face. As he steps forward though, suddenly his fist is grabbed and squeezed tightly by Desolation, who is standing behind the General Manager. Mark spins around, his eyes opening widely and his jaw dropping open at the sight of the cold, vindictive eyes of Desolation staring at him. The Dark Man grins slightly as Mark begins to beg off, Desolation moments away from getting his revenge when Rusty turns and bolts across the ring, straight at the former 2 time Champion. Desolation releases the hand of Comeau and steps forward, planting his boot firmly into the jaw of Cage with the superkick, spit flying from Rusty’s mouth as he collapses onto his back upon the canvas.

Jackson comes charging in now as well when Desolation bends forward, catching him against his shoulder and standing up as he allows him to hang over his back, setting up for his version of the Kryptonite Krunch. Jackson begins to reverse it though, sliding down his back and wrapping his arms around the waist of Desolation, rolling him into a sunset flip style pin.

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Desolation rolls over in reverse, straight onto his feet before grabbing the legs of Adams and lifting them up over his shoulders, pulling him off the canvas. Adams hangs upside down as Desolation steps over his arms, going for Wyvern Driver II (Sheer Drop Styles Clash). Before he can hit, Mark steps up behind Desolation, digging his fingers into his eyeballs, cutting at his pupils with the fans vocalizing their outrage over what they are seeing. Desolation turns away from Jackson, dropping him as he spins to face Mark, who is really digging his fingers into his eyes. Finally the Dark Man knocks his arms away and grabs Mark by the throat, pulling him in close and shouting into the GM’s face as Jackson steps up behind Desolation, placing his forearm over his back once more and spinning him around. He catches Desolation with a kick to the gut before underhooking both of his arms while Mark falls onto his posterior and crawls into the corner backwards, shouting at Adams to hit the move.

Mayne: Yes Adams hit it, hit it, connect with the Double Take and put Desolation down for good.

Douglas: See, Mark’s rear end was saved by Adams again, somebody please stop this highway robbery.

Adams is about to hit the Angel’s Wings when Desolation stands up straight without warning, back dropping Jackson over his head and sending him crashing spine first into the canvas/ he rolls across it, getting onto his hands and knees when Rusty steps towards the standing Desolation, planting a right across his jaw that knocks him backwards from the stiff blow. Adams gets to his feet, about to step in and join on the assault when suddenly a figure jumps over the barricade from the fans. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of none other than Nathan Creed, who rushes towards Billy Mayne, reaching out and grabbing the Livewire title off the announce table in front of him.

Mayne: Hey, what are you doing you damn thief, take your hands off Adams’ title belt. Security, security!

Douglas: Nathan finally taking back his championship!

Billy: That son of a bitch is stealing what doesn’t belong to him, this sickens me.

Creed raises the title and points at it as Jackson turns in the ring, spotting this, his eyes opening wide with rage. He now dives through the ropes, charging after Creed who jumps the barricade, taking off into the crowd with the Spectacular Adams pursuing him in a furious state.

Mayne: What are you doing Jackson? You can’t leave this ring!

Douglas: He’s abandoning Cage and Comeau for that Livewire title!!

Rusty slaps his fist and goes for another right hand when Desolation catches his arm and gets around behind his back, hooking up the other one. He unleashes a grunt as he hoists Rusty into the air and turns him, dropping him down with a DDT from the full nelson position, planting him straight into the canvas. Cage bounces off the ring and rolls across it, spilling under the ropes to the outside mats, all the while Mark watching on from the corner. A look of absolutely shock and disbelief exists upon his features as he glares at Desolation, who rolls to his knees, staring down at the General Manager. With a methodical pace Desolation begins to approach Comeau, who stands up, putting his hands out in front of him and beginning to back peddle away from the number one contender. Mark is shouting at him in anger, demanding that he stay away as he continues to step in reverse away from the smirking Desolation, who is savoring this moment.

Finally Mark backs straight into the wide chest of none other than AWOL, who is standing behind him, wearing an equally as disturbing grin as the one present on Desolation’s face. A large lump forms in the throat of Comeau, a cold sweat dripping down his face as he realizes that he has backed right into the World Champion. He turns around tentatively in the direction of the grinning AWOL, who tilts his head, his smile fading.

Mayne: Oh no, Mark is all alone in the ring!

Douglas: Yes, yes, this is exactly what I’ve been waiting to see all this time. Finish him AWOL, finish him!

Mark begins to beg off before AWOL grabs him by the throat and hoists him up high into the air. The crowd is screaming as Mark is violently chokeslammed down to the canvas across his back. Every person in the arena is jumping up and down, realizing they have finally witnessed AWOL get his hands on the General Manager, who is now sprawled out lifelessly across the canvas, not moving a muscle. AWOL turns towards Desolation and gives him the thumbs up as the Dark Man begins to grin slightly and approach the down General Manager.

Mayne: Noooo, AWOL just chokeslammed our General Manager!

Dan: It’s about damn time he got his comeuppance.

Mark is still laid out over the canvas as Desolation grabs him by the hair and drags him to his feet before placing him gut first over his knee. He now grabs the back of his sweat pants and pulls them down to reveal the bear ass of the General Manager, Desolation looking around slowly and nodding his head with the fans going absolutely insane. The Dark Man slaps his hands together, rubbing them against one another in a very gleeful manner. Without warning he slaps the posterior of Mark, and begins spanking him repeatedly with the GM kicking his legs and snapping out of it in a shocked state.

Desolation: You’ve been a very bad boy Mark, a very, very, very bad boy! No more booking redundant, pointless matches, no more!

Mark is still kicking both of his legs while receiving the spanking with the fans going nuts before Desolation stands up, grabbing him around the head and pulling it between his legs. He hoists Mark intot he air, hanging him upside down before stepping over his arms and jumping into the air, connecting with the Wyvern Driver II, planting Comeau straight on top of the back of his head and neck. The GM bounces into the air, landing on his posterior with a very glazed look in his eyes and his bent at a horrible angle, the crowd groaning at the sight of it. Before anyone goes for a pin though, Desolation stands up and sticks his hands out in the direction of Comeau, glancing at AWOL, offering up the GM on a silver platter.

Dan The Wyvern Driver II, Mark’s neck may have been broken by that rare, extreme move.

Mayne: Leave the man alone already, leave him alone, somebody get medical attention out here now dammit!

Mark is laid out across the canvas, absolutely motionless as AWOL steps in and grabs him around the head, gripping his hair tightly with a furious expression on his face. He turns Comeau onto his knees and yanks him into the air, locking in the War Crimes to a huge reaction from the fans. He has Mark held up into the air, swinging his motionless body from side to side like he were a rag doll, the fans putting their hands together while cheering loudly. Mark is completely out cold as AWOL continues to turn him back and forth, the official stepping in and noticing that the GM is completely out cold, turning to motion for the bell. It chimes repeatedly with the crowd screaming loudly before AWOL flings Mark down at the canvas with viciousness, the GM hitting the ring in a motionless heap. The fans are putting their hands together, realizing that Desolation and AWOL have just won this handicap tag match by defeating the General Manager, absolutely tearing him apart.

Douglas: AWOL and Desolation have done it, they’ve beaten the Alpha Generation and Comeau here tonight, they’ve gotten their revenge in epic fashion.

Mayne: What have they done to Comeau, what have they done to the General Manager!?!

Desolation stands back, clapping his hands softly, while feigning that he’s slightly impressed, AWOL glaring at him, still all fired up after what he did to the General Manager. Mark lies lifelessly at his feet, not moving even in the slightest after what was done to him by the Number One Contender and the World Heavyweight Champion. The fans are still standing, putting their hands together while Mark convulses a bit upon the ring, spitting something up from his broken, battered body. Desolation reaches through the ropes as the World Heavyweight title is handed to him by the time keeper, as the number one contender thrusts the Championship over his shoulder. He turns towards AWOL, who looks a bit flustered at the sight of Desolation holding his title for a second week in a row, and now having the audacity to wear it over his shoulder.

Desolation slides his hand over the surface of the golden championship, raising his eyebrow and staring at AWOL with a half grin. The Champion still doesn’t like what he is seeing at all as Desolation slowly slides the gold off of his shoulder and into the palms of his hands, staring at his reflection in the belt once more. He steps towards AWOL slowly, finally sticking the title out in his direction while winking his eye. In a slow manner Desolation removes the title from around his shoulder and places it over AWOL’s, who gives him a very stern glare, tentative however to do anything about this unusual behavior. The Dark Man now backs away from AWOL, tilting his head and rubbing his jaw as he stares at the belt over AWOL’s shoulder before shaking his head back and forth.

Desolation: Hmmmm, just looks better on me I guess.

With a tilt of his head, AWOL’s eyes focus sharply upon Desolation, who merely grins as both men stare one another down, standing over the crumbled remains of Mark Comeau.