THE GM OF THE EVENING


With a mixed reaction from the sold out crowd a golden plate takes up the camera, positioned upon the edge of a mahogany desk. The words, “General Manager,” are inscribed in deep dark lettering across it’s surface, and a set of feet, crossed one over the other can be seen positioned behind it. As the camera pans back slowly, a vicious, scornful unleashing of boos descend over the arena at the mere sight of none other than Jackson Adams seated behind the desk. A large grin is depicted upon his face with his arms crossed over the back of his head as he leans comfortably backwards in his dark leather chair. A nice tie is wrapped around his neck, dressed fancy for this evening with a sickening grin stretched across his face. His Alpha Generation cohort, Rusty Cage looms behind his back, arms crossed over his chest and a foul expression draped over his snide features.

Jackson Adams: Well, well, well, I bet you fans certainly didn’t see this coming, and for those of you that did, shame on you. Anyway, it’s time for you all to rejoice now, because your General Manager for the evening has graciously decided to reveal himself. That’s right, tonight, while Mark Comeau is at home recuperating from the savage attack he took last week at the hands of AWOL and Desolation, none other than Jackson Adams will be running the show.

With a bright flashing of his teeth the crowd unleashes an even more vindictive reaction, furious at the sight of the grinning former Livewire Champion, and the announcement he just made.

Adams: Now, now, let’s remain calm and collective here, let’s think before you react, for you see, unlike Desolation several weeks ago, I actually plan to provide you with some entertainment, hahahaha. So let’s get down to business, let me express just a few of the changes I have in store for this telecast this evening.

Adams snaps his fingers as Rusty hands him a clip board rather quickly, the GM for the night flipping through the pages until he finds the right one, still comfortably leaning back in his leather chair.

Jackson: First and foremost, right here tonight on Annihilation, a criminal action will be revolved as none other than Nathan Creed returns the property that he stole from me last week. That’s right, if Nathan Creed doesn’t wish to be suspended by yours truly, for a duration that goes beyond just the upcoming pay-per-view, then he must not only return my Livewire Championship that he robbed me of last week, but he also must do something else to properly repay the emotional trouble he’s put me through as of late. He needs to show me the respect that I deserve dammit, therefore Creed must not only come to that ring tonight to return my title, but he also must dropped to his hands and knees, and kiss my feet if he wishes to keep his match at the pay-per-view.

That same sick conniving grin cuts across Jackson’s face, unleashing a slight chuckle under his breath while the crowd boos him rather vindictively. Jackson keeps chuckling to himself however as he progresses with his speech.

Adams: Also, in terms of that utterly boring affair between Desolation and Bitchcakes McPhee, I’ve graciously decided to spice it up a bit as Desolation would put it, and make the contest, no disqualification. On top of that, also this evening, during the Sean Johnson vs. AWOL match, I’ve been approached by someone about being a special enforcer for that contest to prevent any outside interference. That enforcer will be none other than Donovan Cage.

Another flurry of boos reign out over the arena, as they recall the personal hatred between Johnson and Donovan that has grown over the past couple of weeks. Jackson now leans in towards the camera, interlocking his hands and placing them on the desk as he continues to grin deviously.

Adams: Tonight, needless to say, is going to be quite a thrill ride ladies and gentlemen, that I know everyone are going to enjoy immensely. So welcome, one and all, to Jackson Adams’ Annihilation.

The camera zooms in slowly on the disturbing smirk stretched over the pompous face of Jackson Adams, boos only increasing in the background.


OPENING VIDEO


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.



DEMENTIA VS. SCOTT ADAMS


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

Billy Mayne: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this week’s Annihilation, and we’re not opening this telecast in our usual manner, we’re going straight into the action.

Dan Douglas: That’s right Billy, because we’re about to witness another of these Vengeance vs. Annihilation matches, and just like last week, it’s once again kicking us off. And I for one think Dementia has this thing done hands down, and here he comes now.

Mayne: Of course you would, you’ve been on the Vengeance bandwagon ever since those slimeballs got here to Annihilation.

Douglas: Speaking of Dementia and Vengeance, apparently we got a very important pre-recorded video from Dementia that he wishes us to play right now before this match.

Billy: Oh great, the one thing worse than seeing him wrestle is hearing him speak.


PRE-RECORDED


*The arena goes black, and an insane laughter spills from the rafters, echoing around, the laugh of a madman. The laugher slows and stops and the big screen lights up with Dementia standing on the roof of the arena, the wind billowing around him, drenching him in his fedora and trench coat, but he doesn't pay any attention.*

Dementia: "From up here, you can see miles around. From up here, you feel almost like a god."

*He walks to the edge of the building, standing on the ledge as the wind whips around him, churning his coat as lightning flashes in the distance.*

Dementia: "Is this what it feels like to be you Comeau? Is this what the power of the "owner" is? Or does it feel like you're trapped down there in one of the dark alleys, the world closing in around you, trying to sap you of everything that you currently possess? You're so afraid to lose your power, that you hide behind your hooligans, using them as your meat shields so that you might live another day to bask in the glory that is your title."

*Dementia steps down from the ledge and stares straight into the camera.*

Dementia: "If you think your brand is so great. If you think that you yourself are so powerful, then prove it. You want to get into my face, and expect me to back down? I will NEVER back down. I want you and as many of your men as you think it will take to bring down Vengence. I want an all out war. I want every man from Vengence to stand up and be proud for where you come from. I want every man from Vengence to be able to walk down the road and know that we are number one, and that we back down from noone, and nothing. Not even egoistical blown out cock sockets such as yourself.

I challenge everyone to come forward and stand beside me, prove that you are as good as you claim. Prove to the world that we are not to be taken lightly. Prove that his man, this pathetic excuse for a human being, this botched abortion, has no rights to claim anything for his show over ours.

Will you stand tall and unshaken, or will you cower and flee. The time to separate the boys from the men is at hand."

*The camera cuts to static and the lights turn back on in the arena.*


BACK TO THE ACTION


Scott grows impatient in the ring, strolling back and forth, anxiously awaiting the arrival of Dementia.

Mayne: How dare Dementia try to rally any forces against Annihilation, is this man absolutely out of his mind? Doesn’t he realize he’s in for a slaughtering.

Dan: I think he took real offense to the comments made by Mark Comeau just last week, Billy.

“Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music. Dementia 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

Douglas: And the loser of this match, Scott Adams.

Mayne: The match hasn't even started and you are calling the winner.

Douglas: Never to early to celebrate who's going to win. We all know Adams is screwed.

The bell rings and immediately Adams is taken down by Dementia's charging shoulder. He mounts the downed man and begins punching a hole into his face. The ref begins counting for the closed fists when Dementia changes to a headlock on the mat, but Adams somehow is able to wriggle free before it gets put in fully. Both men rise to their feet but Dementia takes a cheap shot with a knee to Adams' gut.

Douglas: And Dementia is showing exactly why he's going to win yet another match right here.

Mayne: Vicious as always, Dementia is on top early on.

Dementia bounces off the ropes and tries to score a clothesline, but Adams ducks under it and on the rebound, gives Dementia a viscious dropkick to the teeth. The man who was on top of this match is now on the ground, and Adams goes for a quick pin.

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Dementia kicks out at two, Adams gets up and starts yelling at the ref, taking his eyes away from Dementia. He turns around and it hit with a monsterous clothesline, slamming him down against the mat. Dementia then moves toward the turnbuckle, trying to climb up for what may be a high risk menouver. The ref begins warning Dementia as he is using the apron to get up that he is outside the ring. He ignores the ref and takes a giant dive, hitting a major splash on Adams and hooks the leg for the cover.

Douglas: This is it, Adams is done for.

Mayne: Nice high risk manouver by Dementia, and the ref is coming to count the pin.

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No! Adams got his shoulder up at the last second. Dementia cannot believe it, and frustrated he gets up and begins to stomp a mudhole into Adams. He lifts his leg for another shot but Adams rolls out of the way. Adams gets up and starts laying into Dementia, even clotheslining him over the ropes and to the outside. Adams slides out of the ring and begins to lay rights and lefts into the other man. The ref begins counting the ring-out.

Douglas: Dementia has to get back into the ring, this could be bad.

Mayne: Adams somehow is back in this match.

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Adams throws Dementia into the barrier hard. Dementia falls down grabbing his back in extreme pain. Adams goes over to pick up Dementia by the hair as the ref's count continues.

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Adams tries to whip Dementia into the apron but is whipped himself as Dementia spins around. He quickly slides Adams into the ring and gets in himself before the ref gets to the 10 count. Adams slowly gets to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. Dementia's face lights up as he revs his hand up for the Lethal Dosage.

Douglas: This may be it right here.

Mayne: Adams is in la la land and Dementia is about to pounce.

Adams gets up and turns around, Dementia's hand is shoved into his mouth, locking in the Lethal Dosage, Dementia's version of the Mandible Claw. The ref immediately begins to ask if Adams gives up. Adams keeps shaking his head no as Dementia begins lowering Adams toward the ground, this could be the end.

Douglas: This is the end, he's going to pass out and its over.

Mayne: Yeah, it's over.

The ref checks the downed Adams and calls for the bell, raising Dementia's hand in victory, but Dementia refuses to drop the hold. The ref begins pulling at Dementia's arm as he finally releases the hold, after adding some insult to injury.

Dan: A big win here tonight by Dementia. Forcing Scott Adams to pass out to the pain.

Mayne: So great, not only does he have a big mouth, but he also can back up his words with actions. Yippee.

Dementia stands over the down Scott Adams, shaking his head in disgust over his lifeless body spread across the canvas before he turns and marches towards the ropes, not even bothering anymore with this match. He begins to slide through the cables when The Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system, causing the fans to have a loud reaction, everyone cheering. Through the curtains rushes none other than Aurora Rose, looking all fired up as she hops up and down, turning in circles while making her way towards the ring.

Dan: Aurora Rose coming out here, another young Vengeance athlete.

Mayne: Yeah, the type I like, you know, one’s with talent, and by talent, I mean the type that are eye appeasing.

Douglas: Your shameless Billy, absolutely shameless. Anyway, apparently we’re going straight into the four way for the Xtreme title now, because I’ve received word that Jackson Adams refuses to give Nathan Creed anymore time to prepare for this match. This show is already turning into a train wreck Billy.

Mayne: I love it, back to back non stop action.

Dementia looks upon Aurora with disgust as she hops onto the apron and slides through the ropes into the ring, getting physically and mentally prepared for the impending carnage of this title match. Dementia keeps his focus square on Aurora, who eyes him as well as he backs towards the announce table slowly. "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blasts over the speakers, and out walks Jumpin Jimmy Pruitt to an otherwise silent arena. He's wearing a knee length red bathrobe over his wrestling attire, that is covered in home-made sequins. He quickly goes pale at the sight of the phenominal audience, and freezes at the top of the entrance ramp, struggling to swallow the newly formed lump in his throat.

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

Mayne: Why is Dementia so close to our table, and why is “Jumpin” Jimmy Pruitt even in this company. Has this man learned absolutely any wrestling skills as of yet since being here in the ULW?

Dan: Well, he was impressive enough to pick up that win against Scott Adams last week, and he also possessed the skill to be victorious in that five man mayhem as well.

Billy: All fluke victories Dan, tonight though, we see what he’s capable of in this type of match, against some ULW veterans.

Jimmy still looks confused as he approaches Aurora, who hasn’t removed her eyes from Dementia at ringside, asking her if he’s in the right place. She seems surprised and gives him an awkward nod while Pruitt slaps his hands together, looking excited. The lights slowly dim down, as the "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven starts to play softly over the PA. A purple light starts to shine on the stage, with the picture of a broken heart. The 'tron flickers to life, showing "Rip My Heart Out" then various video segments of him in action... The man steps out from the backstage area. Fog starts billowing over the ramp, as Romeo Damascus reaches the end of the stage, and kneels on one knee, with his eyes closed, gripping his chest with one hand, and the other infront of his lowered head. Slowly, Romeo stands, and walks through the billowing fog, revealing a message written across his chest. The words, “Robin loves Romeo” painted on his chest. Halfway down the ramp, Romeo collapses onto his knees, and holds his head with both hands... He lets out a primal scream, and thrusts his hands into the air, as purple flames emit from the sides of the ramp. Smiling sadistically, Romeo stands, and looks around at the people, the smile still covering his face, but that soon turns to a scoul, as he turns away, and continues walking to the ring. Romeo quickly rolls into the ring, and sits in his corner; awaiting the sound of the bell. Dementia keeps his eyes on this from ringside as well while crossing his arms over his chest.

Mayne: And here’s my pick Danny boy, for the man who is going to win the Xtreme title right here tonight, the man who is going to take that belt off of Nathan Creed once and for all.

Dan: This rivalry certainly has been brewing between Romeo and Nathan over several weeks, as it relates to his love affair with Robin Brooks.

Billy: I still don’t get that, Robin is filthy, absolutely filthy, so why in the world would Romeo want any part of her that he didn’t have to scrub with rubbing alcohol first?

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

“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”

The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans, the Xtreme title over one shoulder, and the Livewire Championship over the other. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match. A repulsed expression looms on the face of Dementia at ringside still while Nathan raises both title belts above his head, turning towards each of his opponents, especially Romeo to show off his belts. Damascus snidely glares at Creed while shaking his head in disgust.

Douglas: Nathan Creed, the double champion is finally here, and he looks pumped for this title defense here this evening, which is sure to be outright insanity.

Mayne: What he should be thinking about doing though is returning that Livewire title to Jackson Adams, the rightful holder of the gold. The man he pirated it from last week.

Dan: I’m telling you this one last time, Jackson stole the......hey, what the hell?

*Dementia grabs a microphone from the announcers table and flips it on.*

Dementia: "All right, already, lets pause this match for a moment."

*Crowd boos.*

Dementia: "I don't want you gentleman to be cross with me, as this has absolutely nothing to do with you. You see, I came to the ULW to rid this federation of the filthy whores...."

*He looks right at Aurora*

Dementia: "... who have disgraced this glorious sport. Now I do realize that earlier I made a challenge for everyone from Vengence to come out and stand up, and be a man. I did not however, extend that invitation to you. Miss Aurora. Instead I have an even better idea. I do believe that you would do good as a cheerleader, to stand off to the side of the ring, should the owner have the balls to accept, and to raise the spirits of our men, while entertaining the crowd because it'll probably get kind of boring watching us beat the shit out Comeau."

Aurora eyes Dementia with great outrage in the ring while the other competitors look restless to get this title match started.

Dementia: "I know, that such a gracious honor for one of your.. calibur.. might be inclined to jump as such an opportunity. But I know crowds like these, and they are not easily pleased. They want the best, and only the best, and I don't want you to be out here trying your hardest only to be shattered if you do not succeed in such and important endeavor. I'll give you some time to think it over. If you're up to this challenge that I have so graciously set forth before you, then feel free to let me know."

*Dementia starts to walk away and turns round once again.*

Demenita: "And one more thing, won't you be a real lady, and walk me to my room now, instead of embarrasing yourself in the ring? You're not a man, and you do not have a single chance of winning against real competition, so walk with me for awhile, and we'll discuss other opportunities for a real lady, not some she-man wannabe..."

A sickening grin is on the face of Dementia as Aurora grins then drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes and trying to get at Dementia. The referee immediately slides out and gets in front of Aurora though, holding her back while Dementia marches up the ramp in reverse, still grinning sinisterly in the direction of the restrained femme fatale.

Dan: I cannot believe this, Dementia is such a pompous asshole, the way he disrespects the women of this company.

Mayne: Well, he has a point, after all, you can’t spell woman, without man.

Douglas: What the fuck are you talking about?

Billy: It made sense before I said it.

Aurora still looks at Dementia in outrage while backs away from the ring, passing Scott Adams who is being assisted up the ramp by officials. Aurora and Dementia do not take their eyes off one another while in the ring, Nathan Creed and Romeo Damascus are seething at the mere sight of one another.

Douglas: Well ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to take a quick commercial break, but we’ll be right back with this sure to be intense, fatal four way for the Xtreme Championship.

Mayne: Got to love poorly timed commercial breaks.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


NATHAN CREED © VS. ROMEO DAMASCUS VS. AURORA ROSE VS. JIMMY PRUITT


Nathan Creed, Romeo Damascus, Aurora Rose and Jimmy Pruitt all look around at one another apprehensively before beginning to move forward slowly. They all lift their hands into the air, all appearing ready to tie up in a four way test of strength. Just as they are about to interlock hands, Aurora Rose breaks away and shoots her leg into the air, slapping it violently across the side of Pruitt's head, and causing him to back up a bit towards the turnbuckle. Her and Nathan Creed now double knife edge chop Romeo Damascus across the chest, knocking him off of his feet and down to the canvas, the sounds of the blow being absolutely devastating.

Creed quickly throws a forearm to the side of Aurora Rose's face, backing her up into the ropes as he pulls his hand back and chops her across the chest absolutely violently. Pruitt steps in and grabs him by the shoulder, pulling Creed away from Aurora and then blasting him with his own knife edge chop, the crowd unleashing a woo as an excited look comes over Jimmy’s face. He glares down at his hand, as if unable to believe that he just did that. Nathan turns away from Pruitt and steps towards Romeo Damascus who levels him with his own knife edge chop, receiving another woo from the sold out, estatic crowd.

Jimmy steps towards Damascus and receives an equally devastating knife edge chop for his troubles when he responds with his own chop. Romeo then smacks the side of his hand across the now red chest of Jimmy, the crowd wooing with each of these brutal knife edge chops when Aurora Rose rushes away from the ropes and takes down both men with a double clothesline, knocking them down to the canvas. Nathan Creed rises to his feet and steps towards her, slamming his hand across the side of her face, and then driving an elbow into her chin before finally whipping her into the turnbuckle. Rose strikes it back first hard as Nathan Creed charges in and connects with a spear into her ribs, then backs up and does the same thing into her midsection.

Romeo Damascus rises behind them and spots Creed with his back turned towards him, so now charges in with a head full of steam for a spear when Nathan moves out of the way and causes him to ram shoulder first into Rose's midsection. Aurora unleashes a scream of pain as she falls to the canvas upon her posterior. Pruitt rising to his feet across from both Romeo Damascus and Nathan Creed and then charging in quickly, as he dives forward for a baseball slide kick it almost seems to take the legs of Damascus out from under him. Creed jumps into the air and causes Pruitt to slide across the canvas and hit a baseball slide dropkick to the chest of Aurora Rose who was still positioned in the corner. She begins to flop up and down on the canvas before rolling to the outside of the ring, looking to be in pain after being hit with all those high impact maneuvers.

Dan: Aurora Rose doing the smart thing and getting the hell out of that corner.

Mayne: Do you see that, everyone teams up on the women, because you know, ladies do enjoy multiple partners, hahahahaha.

Dan: What the hell was that suppose to mean?

Mayne: I wish I knew.

Jimmy rises to his feet appearing a tad shocked as Damascus and Creed give him a double knee lift to the gut and now place him in a double front facelock, unexpectedly working together, even with their bitter hatred for one another. Just as they are about to hit him with the move Pruitt shoots a knee into the gut of Nathan and now wraps his other leg around Romeo Damascus's blocking both attempts at the double suplex. Creed turns away, holding his midsection as Pruitt pulls Damascus’ head down into a side headlock and then charges him at Creed who spins around just in time to have Romeo's head used as a battering ram into his midsection. Nathan backs up, holding his gut as Romeo stumbles in reverse into Pruitt who blasts him with a clubbing shot straight to the upper back before placing him in a full nelson submission hold, Aurora Rose entering the ring in front of them. She quickly steps in with no hesitation and delivers a buzzsaw kick straight to the ribs of Damascus, causing him to bend forward as Aurora swings around with her other lethal foot and connects with a spinning heel kick to the face of Pruitt, knocking him down to the canvas.

Creed steps away from the ropes, still holding his ribs as Aurora spins around and blasts him to the back of the head with a kick that causes the crowd to groan, grabbing their own heads as if they can feel the pain. Nathan drops to a single knee, a dazed expression on his face as Aurora steps around behind his back and grabs his arms, applying her own full nelson submission now before turning Creed over onto his knees, synching in a modification of a camel clutch. Damascus stands up in front of them, stumbling around greatly as he clutches his ribs until he rushes in and jumps forward, blasting Nathan in the face with a harsh basement dropkick that causes Aurora to release her submission and stand up. Jumpin Jimmy leans back first against the ropes, holding his forehead while Damascus stands up, Aurora Rose waiting for him as she swings around with a spinning heel kick. Damascus ducks under the kick and rises to his feet as Aurora spins around to face him only to be kicked to the gut and dragged into a double underhook, setting up for what looks like a double arm DDT to everyone's shock when Pruitt steps up behind him. He grabs Romeo by the back of the head and drops to the canvas, connecting with a reverse neckbreaker as Aurora Rose is caused to float over, hooking the legs of Damascus in a pinning predicament.

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Pruitt grabs her by the legs, dragging her off of the pin and then lifting them up beneath his arm pits into a catapult position before dropping backwards. He launches her into the air until she reaches out with her legs and hands and grabs the turnbuckle, scrambling to the top rope as Pruitt turns around to face her. Aurora dives off the top and spins around, wrapping her legs around the neck of Pruitt and connecting with a hurricarana that throws Pruitt across the ring into the ropes. As Aurora begins to rise to her feet, bending forward, Nathan Creed steps in and places her in a front facelock, dropping back into a hard DDT. Aurora bounces off the canvas and rolls across her back as Nathan rises to his feet and turns towards Romeo Damascus who is utilizing the ropes to pull himself upwards.

Mayne: Man, this action moving at such a fast pace it’s hard to keep track of it all.

Douglas: I think we should sit back, eat some popcorn and just enjoy the whole damn thing.

Creed buries his shoulder into Romeo’s spine and then drags him to the area directly beside the laid out Aurora, lifting Romeo into the air and extending one of his legs outward in the process. He now drops Romeo down, leg first across the throat of Rose, causing both competitors to writhe in agony. Nathan now moves towards Pruitt and begins to connect with hard right hands across his face repeatedly, nearly knocking him down to the ground until he is scooped up and turned in the direction of the now laid out Romeo Damascus. He quickly slams him down across the ribs of Damascus with a scoop slam, once again hurting both competitors.

Mayne: What the hell is Nathan Creed doing, he's utilizing all of his opponents as weapons against his other opponents.

Douglas: It’s brilliant strategy by Nathan.

Nathan Creed quickly grabs the legs of Romeo Damascus who has rolled onto his stomach while straddling his chest and wraps them around one another in an inverted Indian Death Lock, in the meanwhile Rose has grabbed a steel chair from ringside and now rolls back in. Before Nathan can do anything though Aurora Rose steps in, throwing the chair directly into the face of Creed, the steel bouncing off his skull while his eyes roll to the back of his head. Rose stomps her foot now and blasts him with an absolutely devastating buzzsaw kick straight to the ribs. The blow causes Nathan to drop backwards, in turn making him place pressure on the legs of Damascus who shouts out in pain.

Nathan rises to his feet and receives a brutal knife edge chop from Aurora now, causing the crowd to respond with another wave of woos. Nathan in turn collapses backwards for a second time, torquing the legs of Damascus which are still wrapped in the death lock. Nathan gallantly rises once again though as Aurora sets up for another devastating kick, Pruitt sliding through the ropes behind them and approaching a nearbye turnbuckle with a steel chair gripped in his hands as well, grabbing his lower back in traumatic pain. Aurora now swing around with her foot only to have Nathan duck under, causing her to spin all the way around and then walk gut first into the shoulder of Nathan Creed. He quickly drops backwards, hitting a nothern lights suplex into a pin while keeping the Indian Death Lock applied, the crowd going nuts as a result.

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Pruitt flies off the top rope, sticking the chair under his legs and dropping it right across the ribs of Nathan Creed, causing him to break the inverted Indian death lock and the northern lights pin. The crowd jumps from it's seats, releasing shere pandemonium, deeply enthused by the chaotic events in which they just witness transpire before their very eyes. All four competitors roll across the canvas, looking to be in a great deal of pain after that last series of events.

Douglas: Talk about insane ladies and gentlemen!!! Everyone involved in this four way were just damaged by that Arabian facebuster by Jimmy Pruitt!

Mayne: That looked almost as painful and intrusive as watching the film version of Rent.

The crowd is still standing as Pruitt rolls over onto his hands and knees, rising to his feet and stepping towards Nathan Creed, dropping down on top of him and hooking his leg for the pin.

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Creed gets his shoulder off of the canvas while clutching his ribs in severe pain, causing Pruitt to rise to his feet, appearing angry. Damascus stands up in front of him with his back turned towards his opponent. Pruitt steps in as fast as he can and places him in a reverse waist lock, setting up for a German suplex when Aurora Rose grabs the chair off the canvas and steps up behind Jimmy, blasting him to the kidney area with a vicious collision that causes the crowd to scream out, feeling the pain in the youngster’s back. Pruitt in turn shouts in pain as his entire body cringes, releasing Romeo Damascus who stumbles forward a bit. He spins around and looks at Aurora Rose before they both glare down at Pruitt who is ridden with pain throughout his back.

They nod before lifting they're feet into the air and connecting with a double buzzsaw kick, one to his chest, and the other to Pruitt's upper back. He grinds his teeth as a result and shouts out in horrible pain after the impact before collapsing forward onto the canvas. Damascus now steps towards Aurora, slamming a forearm shiver into the side of her face and then grabbing her by the wrist as she drops the chair to the canvas. He whips her across the ring and into the ropes, stepping forward and bending down for a back drop suplex as Aurora comes back in. She suddenly turns backwards in the direction of Damascus and floats up and over the spine of Romeo, landing on her feet behind him. Romeo spins around to face her when Aurora grabs his arm and physically drags him down to the canvas, applying a fujiwara arm bar. The crowd begins to cheer at the sight of the move expertly applied by Aurora Rose who is suddenly grabbed by the legs, Pruitt, dragging her off of the hold. He now lifts her legs up and applies a Texas cloverleaf much to the fans dismay, Aurora pushing herself up onto her elbows and releasing a loud, piercing roar as she tries to fight free of the hold. Damascus stands up quickly and moves towards Pruitt, kicking him to the gut and pulling him forward, causing him to break the submission hold and in the process underhooking both of his arms. The fans response is that of disgust as Romeo jumps into the air and then drags Pruitt face first into the steel chair dropped on the canvas, connecting with a pedigree modification.

Douglas: A pedigree onto the steel chair by Romeo Damascus, he hit that thing out of nowhere! Thus far, the steel chair has been the fifth person in this match.

Mayne: This is suppose to be a hardcore match dammit, use some other weapons, where’s the blood, where’s the tears, where’s the woman holding dead babies, where’s Ronald McDona....wait, scratch that last one.

The fans are still disgusted by Romeo Damascus while he hooks Pruitt's leg for the pin.

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Nathan Creed dives across the ring and hits Romeo with an elbow to the back of the head, causing him to break the pin attempt and in turn roll onto his side. Damascus sits up, gripping his neck when Rose steps in and grabs him around the neck, dragging his head back into a dragon sleeper. The crowd begins to cheer as Romeo remains seated on the canvas, trying to fight out of the hold to the best of his abilities while Nathan Creed gets to his feet and suddenly steps around behind the back of Rose who is kneeling while keeping the dragon sleeper applied. Nathan grabs Aurora around the head now and pulls her back with his own dragon sleeper. The fans are surprised by the unusual position they now see unfolding, Aurora Rose still holding Damascus in a dragon sleeper while she's being held in the same submission maneuver. Pruitt somehow works his way to his feet, getting all the way up when he spots the double dragon sleeper being locked in the center of the ring, he barely has his whits about him yet steps up behind Nathan Creed, wrapping his arms around his neck, and underhooking one of his arms, standing him up and applying what appears to be described as a Tazzmission.

Douglas: Another submission by Jimmy, he seems to be really have been boning up on his in ring wrestling skills.

Mayne: Ha, did you just say boning up?

Dan: Get your mind out of the gutter Billy.

He is choking the complete life out of Nathan who's face has become a shade of red, Rose breaking the dragon sleeper and standing up as she grips her throat in pain. She begins to step in and lifts her leg into the air when Pruitt breaks the tazzmission and steps forward, grabbing her ankle and then tripping her onto her back. Pruitt now rolls Aurora onto her back, synching in an ankle lock to the crowd's utter disgust, realizing he has one of several textbook submission applied, The ankle lock, taking it's toll on Aurora who pushes herself up onto her elbows, screaming in agony as her ankle it ripped at in this hold. Pruitt, doesn't seem to want to relinquish the hold come hell or high water as Nathan rises to his feet behind him. He quickly steps in and reaches down, grabbing the ankle of Pruitt and tripping him up, causing him to release Aurora as he's placed in his own submission at the hands of Nathan, feeling the sensation of the ankle lock. He has spilled onto his hands and knees, his leg being ripped and tore at while being elevated off of the canvas. Rose rolls across the canvas, gripping her leg in agony as Damascus stands up and turns around, holding the back of his neck. He quickly charges at Creed now and clotheslines him viciously down to the canvas. Pruitt, begins to stand up, his ankle absolutely killing him when Damascus steps in and buries his shoulder to his spine, lifting him into the air and then spinning him out into a blue thunder powerbomb, dropping to a seated position on the canvas in the process.

Dan: It looks like Romeo Damascus has gotten the upperhand in this contest now, which has consistently transitioned back and forth between all four of these able bodied competitors, who are putting it all on the line for Xtreme title gold here this evening.

Mayne: Indeed, all of these athletes really brutalizing each other for the belt, and I’m loving every single second of it.

Damascus stands up instead of going for the pin and drops to the canvas quickly, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He lifts the banner hanging off the apron and reaches under the squared circle, grabbing a hold of a table, which he slides out and begins to position beside the ring. As he gets it set up he moves towards the ring and grabs something else out from under the canvas, a steel trash can full of weapons that he tosses over the ropes into the squared circle.

He now slides in himself as Creed rises to his feet, utilizing the ropes for assistance when Romeo scoops him up into the air and slams him down to the canvas. The scoop slam sounds throughout the arena while Pruitt rolls onto his stomach on the canvas, a few inches away from them, reaching for his back in a great deal of pain. Romeo grabs the legs of Nathan and rolls him over on top of Pruitt now, the fans looking a tad perplexed as Creed's legs fall over the backs of Pruitt's shoulders. Damascus stares back and forth at the sold out crowd in a diabolical fashion until he steps over the back of Nathan Creed and Pruitt. He reaches down quickly and grabs the legs of Nathan, lifting them into the air and placing them in a liontamer on top of the back of Pruitt. He now reaches down between the legs of Nathan and grabs the chin of Jimmy, pulling it up into a reverse chin lock while keeping the liontamer applied on the legs of Creed. Both of his victims begin to scream in horrendous pain, the submission holds torquing both of their body parts, and leaving them with seemingly no ways in which to escape, Romeo hoping to force them both to tap out. The crowd cannot help but to cheer at the sight of the clever move in which Damascus has got both men tied up in.

Rose gets to her feet, utilizing the ropes as a brace and shaking her leg to fight off the effects of the ankle lock as she moves quickly towards Romeo Damascus and her pain ridden opponents. She quickly steps over the back of Nathan Creed, aiming her back to Damascus who is seemingly unaware of her presence. She now reaches back with one arm, wrapping it around the neck of Romeo and pulling it backwards into a reverse headlock. At the same time she reaches down with her other arm, wrapping it around the chin of Creed, pulling it up into a reverse chin lock. The fans rise to their feet and begin clapping as they see all of the submission holds being applied at the exact same time in this odd position. Romeo absolutely refuses to release the liontamer or the chin lock while Aurora Rose shows the same defiance.

Billy: What in the world!?!

Dan: This has got to be one of the craziest sets up I've ever seen.

The crowd is still clapping as all four competitors remain in this position, fighting to force one another to submit. Finally Romeo is forced to break the liontamer and the reverse chin lock, reaching back with his arms and underhooking both of Aurora Rose's. He now pulls her upwards for a possible black slide when Aurora floats over the head of Damascus and lands on her feet in front of his face. Romeo appears shocked before Aurora moves forward and blasts him in the back of the head with a step up shining wizard. Damascus spills forward onto the canvas while Aurora drops onto her hands and knees, breathing deeply and still favoring her ankle somewhat. Nathan Creed and Jimmy Pruitt rise to their feet, both competitors looking exhausted.

Rose gets to her feet as well, Damascus laid out after the shining wizard blasting him to the back of his head. Pruitt stands up and stumbles to the center of the ring, wobbling back and forth, his legs nearly cutting out beneath him as Creed steps towards him as does Rose. Pruitt turns and kicks Aurora to the gut, causing her to bend forward as she is placed in a front facelock. Nathan now steps in and throws a clothesline that Pruitt ducks under, causing Creed to spin around and aim his back towards him. Jimmy reaches up and grabs him by the back of the head, dropping down to the canvas back first, pulling Creed down into a reverse neckbreaker and dragging Aurora into a DDT at the same time, connecting with two moves. All three competitors are absolutely motionless on the canvas after the maneuver, appearing wore out before Jimmy turns and places his arm over the chest of Nathan Creed.

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Nathan gets his shoulder up, rolling onto his side much to Pruitt's dismay, causing him to rise onto his knees covered in sweat as he stares at the referee in disbelief.

Mayne: A nearfall there for Jimmy Pruitt, who was seemingly seconds away from becoming the Xtreme Champion in this intense four way match. Man, could you imagine that? Jimmy Pruitt winning a title in only his third week with the ULW? It was bad enough when he won that damn trophy.

Douglas: Jimmy really trying to bust out some new moves tonight, I think he’s just going off of instinct to be honest with you.

Jimmy gets to his feet and approaches the steel trash can that was thrown into the ring, lifting it up as all the objects spill out of it onto the canvas. He now turns around and spots Romeo beginning to stand up as he tosses him the trash can and jumps into the air, dropkicking it directly into the chest of Damascus. The collision knocks him over hard onto his back across the canvas, wrapping his arms around his sternum while Pruitt stands up, still getting all energetic as he points around at the fans. He now motions towards the top, asking them if they’d like to see him fly from the top rope and connect with his patented Jimmy Jammer. He receives a huge ovation as a result as he immediately starts towards the turnbuckle and begins to climb it, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this. His eyes are locked on Romeo, waiting impatiently for him to reach his feet as he remains perched on the top rope. He doesn’t even see Aurora rolling onto the apron at his side, getting to her feet and stepping towards the turnbuckle is on top of.

Romeo begins to get to his feet finally, forcing himself to a standing base as Jimmy prepares to soar off. Without warning though, Aurora jumps onto the turnbuckle beside him and launches a hard forearm strike into the side of Pruitt’s head, followed by another brutal strike before turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. Aurora seems to be setting up for an ace crusher from the top rope to the canvas below when Jimmy pushes her off sideways though, sending her flying towards the table at ringside. However, she keeps Jimmy locked up in the diamond cutter position and pulls him off the turnbuckle as well, both individuals crashing from the top rope through the table at ringside, with a huge ace crusher. The fans immediately rise to their feet, starting a holy shit chant at the top of their lungs.

Mayne: OH MY GOD!! Aurora Rose just gave Jimmy Pruitt an ace crusher off the top rope through that table at ringside, that was the sickest thing I’ve seen in a long time!

Douglas: That was insane Billy, and I think it took out both Aurora and Jimmy here tonight in this four way Xtreme title match!

Both individuals remain lying amongst the broken chunks of table with the crowd still standing and putting their hands together proudly over the unbelievable moment they just witnessed. Nathan slowly begins to get to his feet when Romeo steps up beside him, holding a Singapore cane that spilled out of the trash can. He slaps it hard over the back of Nathan, causing the Xtreme Champion to shout in pain before Damascus bends forward and slaps the cane to the inner thigh of Creed. Nathan shouts in pain before he turns around and walks right into an absolutely stiff, sickening shot from the cane directly between the eyes. The stick breaks as Nathan is knocked down to the canvas hard, Romeo turning and falling into the cover as he hooks his rival’s leg.

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Nathan gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last second, turning onto his side while Romeo rises to his knees and slaps together his hands in great agitation. He now approaches the steel chair and grabs it off the canvas, beginning to set it up in a seated position beside the laid out Nathan, obviously setting up for some type of springboard. He now slaps his hands together and rushes at Creed, jumping over him and then stepping off the seat of the steel chair, launching himself forward directly at the ropes. He springs off and flies back with a moonsault when Nathan rolls out of the way of it, Damascus changing things up to land on his feet instead. He does so gracefully and then rushes forward at Creed who stands up and catches him with a drop toe hold, sending Romeo face first into the chair. He bashes off hard as the crowd groans, Romeo standing up straight and turning his back towards the chair when Nathan gets up on the other side of it and grabs his hair. He pulls Damascus’ head backwards and swings around, connecting with the Total Domination so that the back of Romeo’s head crashes hard into the seat of the steel chair.

Douglas: OOHHH, that was disturbing!

Mayne: Talk about permanent brain damage being inflicted!

Romeo sits up with a dazed look in his eyes when Creed pulls him onto his back and hooks his leg, the fans going nuts.

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Nathan has done it, he’s retained the Xtreme title yet again as the fans go absolutely nuts, all of them standing as they put their hands together. Creed rolls to his knees, full of sweat and with blood dripping from his scalp thanks to that shot from the Singapore cane.

Douglas: Nathan has done it, he’s retained the Xtreme title here tonight in what was a very chaotic affair.

Mayne: He better not get use to retain titles, especially at Retribution.

Dan: So wait, are you saying Nathan is the Livewire Champion finally?

Mayne: Uh no?

Nathan stands up as the official hands him both the Xtreme and Livewire Championship belts, Creed lifting them high above his head to a thunderous reaction from the crowd. Pruitt and Rose stirring on the outside amongst the broken chunks of table and both of them appearing stunned by what has transpired.


KINGDOM FEARS ORLANDO?


A television monitor immediately takes up the screen, playing images of none other than Orlando Cruze delivering the Rock Bottom on a dazed Johnny Kingdom, planting him down hard into the canvas. Cruze rolls into the cover, hooking his leg throughout the process as the official’s hand comes down for the three count to a huge reaction from the fans in that sold out arena. The image suddenly freezes though, being paused by an unknown source as the camera pulls away from the monitor slowly. Another wave of cheers descend over the arena at the sight of none other than Orlando Cruze, seated behind a desk and turned in a chair, watching the television as he grips a remote control. An almost arrogant smile resides on his face as Orlando tilts his head, admiring the image on the television screen. The wall behind him is pure black once more, residing in some sort of studio almost it looks like as he turns to stare into the camera.

Orlando: Well, hello there ULW fans, once again it tis I, Orlando Cruze, the Icon, joining you with another very important public service announcement. And this announcement, goes out to you Johnny Kingdom....

Orlando wears almost a goofy smile on his face as he turns back towards the television, appreciating the sight of himself standing over a down Johnny Kingdom.

Cruze: If you watching Johnny, as I’m sure you are, seeing as you’ve got nothing else to do with your pathetic life, I’m confident you recall where this video came from.

The Icon extends his hand outward in the direction of the monitor.

Orlando: This clip comes from our great match on Annihilation a long, long time ago, the battle we waged for the LoS championship, a match, I clearly won.

The grin continues to reside on Orlando’s face as he now presses play again and fast forwards to the conclusion of another match. This one is taken from the end of the 10 man tag at Bloody Massacre between FUF and Annihilation, as Orlando hoists Isaac Saine into the air and plants him with the Rock Bottom, Johnny seated in the corner and doing nothing to save his partner that evening. Orlando yet again scores the pinfall with assistance from Killjoy. The eyes of Cruze are slowly cast towards the camera as he shakes his head slowly, as if having already made his point rather clearly.

Cruze: And I’m sure you remember this as well Kingdom, yet another victory I scored over you, yet another win on the list of victories I’ve gotten against the self proclaimed, Team Leader.

Orlando tosses the remote over his shoulder now.

Cruze: But enough about replaying all my old victories against you in the attempt to make you realize that you’ve still got one more thing to prove in your long, illustrious career, because I don’t think that’s the reason you have failed to come out of retirement. I don’t believe you’ve stay sidelined simply because you don’t think you have anything left to prove, I believe your hesitation to re-enter the ring, stems from something else, fear. That’s right, I said fear, Johnny. I think you fear humiliation, you fear being showed up yet again by a man you have zero respect for, I think, no, I know you fear Orlando Cruze.

The camera zooms in on the passionate, intense eyes of Orlando while the crowd has a mixed reaction on the inside of the arena.

Orlando: If you didn’t fear me, you would have come out of retirement by now to face me one on one. If you didn’t fear me, you would have graciously jumped at the chance of trying feebly to beat me one more time. If you didn’t fear me, you would have walked right into the center of that ring when I first made my challenge and slapped the taste out of my mouth. You didn’t though, now did you? No, no, instead you’ve sat on your ass at home and cowered in fear of facing me one on one, even when I took a trip to California to try and find you. That’s correct folks, I actually went to the hometown of Kingdom and tried to get him to answer my challenge, and I’ll be showing you the results of that trip later on in the evening as more proof of Johnny’s fear of the Icon.

The intensity remains on the focused face of Orlando, who shakes his head slowly in disgust.

Cruze: Of course, you could prove me wrong Johnny, and accept my challenge here tonight, one week away from Retribution. You could look me dead in the eye and accept the match, you could prove to me and the rest of the world that your not a coward. You have time to show the world Johnny, but if you’d rather go down in the history books as a coward, then more power to you.

Cruze seethes at the prospect of Johnny’s relunctance to face him, as the camera turns towards the monitor slowly where an image of Orlando is located standing over a defeated Kingdom.


AWOL VS. SEAN JOHNSON


Mayne: Absolutely unacceptable, unacceptable! How dare Orlando Cruze even imply for a fraction of a second that Johnny Kingdom is a coward, has this man no shame?

Douglas: His hatred for Kingdom is really starting to show, and injuries or no injuries I’m very surprised that Johnny Kingdom has yet o show his face and accept the challenge of the Icon.

Mayne: We have only one man to thank for Johnny’s failure to compete in the ULW, and that’s AWOL, the man savagely assaulted Kingdom at Paranoia, and that’s why he’s yet to accept this publicity stunt known as Orlando’s challenge.

Dan: I think it’s a little more than a publicity stunt Billy.

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.

Mayne: And here’s the son of a bitch responsible for the whole situation with Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze, the World Champion, the person who killed the career, of well, the Career Killer.

Douglas: Johnny asked for everything that happened to him, and AWOL since then has shown to be one of the brightest World Champions in ULW history, although rumors have been circulating of his possible retirement.

Billy: They are not rumors Dan, it’s the truth. What a way for AWOL to repay his loyal fans, and the federation that handed him so much, wanting to see him carry the company on his back, and yet he crumbles like a house of cards under the pressure. It makes me sick, and I’m physically repulsed by this man.

Dan: Really? I can tell him that for you, if you wish?

Billy: I’ll be good.

AWOL hands the World title belt over to the referee, pointing into his face and demanding he take care of it as Remedy by Cold hits the PA system, the fans a loud mixed reaction as through the curtains strolls none other than Sean “Genocide” Johnson. He hops up and down repeatedly, getting himself physically prepared for the in ring action as he starts towards the ring.

Mayne: And it just goes from bad to much, much worse. How much crap can they pack into one match?

Douglas: Cut it Billy, your shtick is getting old faster than it takes to watch a Lord X promo. Johnson has shown that he’s anything but “crap” Billy, this man has shown a renewed passion for this company, for this sport and has really been on fire since his return close to a month ago. This should be a fantastic opportunity for him.

Johnson is starting down the ramp when without warning a steel chair cracks violently over his back. Sean looks towards the heavens and unleashes a loud roar of pain as the special enforcer for this match, Donovan Cage strolls out behind him, wearing a look of pure malice on his features. He grabs Sean by the back of the head and the tights and throws him down at the ramp, causing him to roll across the steel in the direction of the ring. AWOL watches on with an utterly shocked, disgusted expression on his face, not knowing how to react to what he’s seeing transpire here.

Dan: Dammit, what the fuck is this shit? Donovan Cage, the man who was chosen as the special ringside enforcer for this match, is attacking Sean Johnson!

Mayne: This is all a result of what took place last week Dan, Donovan is just getting some payback on Johnson for all the sneak attacks lately.

Johnson ends up on the mats at ringside, shaking his head as Cage steps in, stomping him hard to the back o f his head and then grabbing him around the jaw, pulling him to his feet. He quickly rushes him at the ring and rolls his injured body under the cables so that he ends up directly at the feet of the World Champion.

Mayne: He completely softened up Sean Johnson to the point where there’s no way he can walk out of this match victorious, not anyway whatsoever!

Douglas: I cannot believe this, and it doesn’t look like AWOL can believe it either.

AWOL glares down at Johnson, who is kneeling, gripping the back of his head after what was a vicious steel chair shot from Donovan. Cage backs away from the ring, pointing to it and then tapping his temple with a huge grin on his face, pleased with his actions. The World Champion doesn’t seem to know what to do as AWOL looks up at the rafters and groans before stepping towards Genocide in anger, looking to end this thing quickly nevertheless. AWOL grabs Sean and lifts him into the air. Sean Johnson being gorrilla pressed above the head of AWOL. The crowd is standing and having a mixed reaction as loud as they can as AWOL marches around the ring still holding him up. He suddenly drops down to one knee, throwing Sean forward ribs first into his other one. Sean begins to shout in horrendous pain as he bounces off the knee and rolls across the canvas, gripping his stomach in tremendous pain. Donovan stands at the ringside area with a smirk on his face.

Dan: I cannot believe this, Donovan attacks Johnson before this match and now AWOL forcing himself to continue this contest, even though he knows he’s in there against an injured performer.

Billy: Well come on Dan, it’s not like Sean stood much of a chance in this match regardless.

AWOL steps towards Sean, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair. He pulls him to his feet and grabs him by the wrist before pulling him into a hard lariat across the throat. Sean Johnson slams down to the canvas across his back, gripping his throat in a great deal of pain. AWOL continues to grip his wrist however, pulling him to his feet and now dragging him in for another short arm clothesline. Sean is able to get free though, ducking under the arm and rushing across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and then charges back in when AWOL spins around and catches him, turning in mid air and then slamming him down to the canvas with a vicious powerslam. Sean rolls onto his gut, holding his spine in tremendous pain. Every inch of his body seems to be aching as AWOL rises to his feet and extends his leg outwards, dropping it across the back of Sean's head. He bounces into the air and lands on his back, gripping his head while AWOL rises to his feet and steps towards the ropes. He rushes across the ring and bounces off of the ropes, charging back in and jumping into the air for a huge elbow drop.

Sean rolls out of the way at the last second however, causing him to crash elbow first into the canvas and sit up now, holding his forearm. Sean slowly stands up, his entire midsection hurting him as he finally plants his feet on the canvas. He quickly rushes into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in when AWOL stands up and turns. He places his hands to the ribs and chest of Sean, throwing him up into the air and then catching him on top of his shoulders. AWOL quickly drops back, delivering a somoan drop that causes Sean to seemingly go into convulsions.

Dan: AWOL beating Johnson to the punch here repeatedly, I was really looking forward to this being a fair, even in ring competition, instead we’re just seeing AWOL control and dominant this thing thanks to the actions of Donovan.

Mayne: Well, even though I despise every aspect of the World Champion, I’m pretty sure he’d be dominating this thing anyhow.

AWOL grabs Sean by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet before he grabs him by the wrist and whips him with every ounce of strength in his body at the turnbuckle. Sean charges across the ring and turns, slamming into the turnbuckle in a devastating fashion. He tumbles forward onto the canvas, grabbing his back and shouting in pain, his facial features contorted from the sheer agony. AWOL steps towards Sean and places his foot on the back of his head, pressing against his knee to add even more weight.

Sean shouts in horrible pain, his head just about being squashed by AWOL who pulls his foot away and now drops knee first into the back of Johnson’s head. Donovan stands on the outside of the ring in near hysterics at the sight of Sean's torment as he rolls onto his back, gripping his noggin. AWOL kicks him to the ribs violently, causing him to roll onto his back once again. AWOL places his hand in a fist before he drops down to the canvas, driving it into the forehead of Sean who begins to flop up and down on the canvas. He now rises to his feet and grabs Sean by the hair, pulling him to his feet at a slow pace, in firm control it seems. He quickly places Sean in a front facelock, setting up for a suplex it seems before he turns and twists his body, dropping down to the canvas back first at a quick speed, delivering a vicious swinging neckbreaker from that position. Sean sits up, holding the back of his head and sitting up as AWOL steps towards him and drops down to one knee. He places both of his hands on the chest of Sean Johnson, going for the pin.

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Sean kicks out at the last second, rolling onto his side with the fans unleashing a mixed reaction. AWOL rises onto his knees, looking back and forth at the cheering fans, obviously he is getting sick of what is transpiring here. Cage appears a little shocked on the outside of the ring at the sight of all this as he points at AWOL, shouting at him to stay on Johnson. The World Champion spits over the ropes in the direction of Cage, who steps out of the way quickly to avoid it, appearing stunned.

Billy: Why did Sean kick out? Doesn't he have the sense to stay down and allow himself to be pinned, just so he can get out of here.

Dan: Sean isn't just going to stay down Billy.

Billy: So you agree with me then. He is an idiot.

AWOL slaps his hand across the throat of Sean, slowly pulling him upwards and onto his feet, setting up for the chokeslam. Sean Johnson' face becomes a light shade of red as AWOL stares into his face, shouting at him to just stay down this time. He grabs him by the back of his trunks and lifts him into the air. Sean suddenly turns, spinning out of the palm of AWOL's hand and wrapping himself around the arm of AWOL. He reaches out with his legs, interlocking them around AWOL's other arm and dropping backwards, rolling him up into a crucifix pin.

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AWOL rolls over onto his knees and then stands up, backing into the ropes. He bounces off of them and steps towards Sean who drops down to the canvas, causing him to jump over Genocide. AWOL rushes across the ring and bounces off the other ropes as Sean gets back to his feet and jumps into the air for a front dropkick. Unfortunately for him AWOL has grabbed the top rope, wrapping his arm around it and preventing from charging back at Sean who connects with nothing, causing him to collapse back first onto the canvas. Sean hits the ring hard with his legs still stuck up in the air as AWOL steps towards Johnson quickly, bending forward and wrapping his arms around his legs, lifting him into the air off the canvas for what appears to be a powerbomb.

Sean sits up on the shoulders of AWOL and begins to throw right hands into his face now, viciously. AWOL stumbles backwards as Sean now drops in reverse, going for the hurricarana. AWOL holds on, his arms still wrapped around Sean's midsection and his feet still firmly planted on the canvas. Sean tries his best to pull him over but AWOL drags him right back up onto his shoulders in the powerbomb position. Sean once again hits him with a hard right to the forehead when AWOL suddenly drops backwards, throwing Johnson into the air and causing him to crash ribs first into the ropes with a huge move. The crowd groans, many of them rising to their feet and cupping their mouths as Sean bounces off the ropes and falls to the outside of the ring, crashing onto the mats. His arms are tightly wrapped around his ribs, shouting in pain.

Dan: Ohhh, dear God! That had to give Sean some internal injuries, ones that weren’t inflicted by that chair attack.

Billy: You've got that right! Johnson isn’t going to be able to hang in here much longer against the man who put out Mark Comeau.

Sean lies curled up in a ball on the outside of the ring, his ribs racked with pain and a bit of blood beginning to flow from his mouth. Donovan watches on with a serious expression on his face, but clearing loving what he is witnessing. AWOL stands up and gets into the referee's face, shouting at him for some reason while Sean slowly begins to pull himself up the barricade. He is surprisingly fighting his way to his feet, even after the collision ribs first into the ropes. The crowd cheers and pats him on the back as they see him get to his feet, blood running from the side of his mouth. He slowly turns towards the ring as AWOL steps over the ropes onto the apron before he drops off in front of Sean.

AWOL immediately grabs Sean by the throat and then places his hand to his ribs, lifting him into the air over the barricade. The crowd reacts with shock as AWOL drops Sean ribs first onto the barricade. Genocide shouts in pain as he bounces off and collapses onto his back. The gigantic AWOL wastes no time though, grabbing Sean by the hair and pulling him to his feet before rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring before the referee can continue his 10 count. AWOL slowly rises onto the apron, looking towards the fans who are giving him a mixed reaction.

Sean Johnson somehow rises to his feet on the inside of the ring, bent forward over his ribs, gripping them in tremendous pain as more blood flows from the side of his mouth. He suddenly rushes towards AWOL and jumps forward, connecting with a front dropkick to the shins of AWOL. The Champion collapses off the apron and then smacks face first into it. He stands up straight, stumbling backwards a bit before falling to one knee, resting chest first against the apron. Sean fights his way to his feet on the inside of the ring, the fans having another mixed reaction. Cage stands outside the ring, looking shocked, and in complete disbelief. AWOL begins to rise to his feet still leaning on the apron when Sean works up the strength to somehow rush forward. He slides across the canvas, under the ropes before locking his arm around the neck of AWOL and turning. The crowd goes insane as Sean slides off the apron and swings around, kicking his legs into the air, pulling AWOL down head first into the mats, with a baseball slide tornado DDT. AWOL rises onto his knees with a dazed expression on his face, before he collapses next to Sean. Johnson has rolled onto his side, gripping his ribs and back

Dan: Sean Johnson is coming back, somehow he's putting up a fight in this grueling contest against AWOL. His first real shot to move up the ladder here in the ULW, and he’s definitely showing how tough as nails he can be.

Billy: This isn't very logical.

Dan: Billy, are you going to sprout pointy ears and demand I start calling you Spock now?

Sean slowly rises to his feet, getting to his knees first, bending forward and holding his ribs. He finally stands all the way up, staring at the turnbuckle before approaching it. He rises onto the apron in a painstaking fashion while AWOL lies across his stomach on the mats, looking out of it. Sean can barely work up the strength as he pulls himself up the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope slowly. AWOL suddenly begins to move, rising to his feet slowly and using the ringside banner to help himself upward. He reaches a standing position, nearly falling over as Sean tries to position himself on the top rope. He suddenly flips forward at the slowly standing AWOL, going for a pancha. Suddenly AWOL just steps out of the way and yawns as Johnson crashes back first into the mats, sitting up and shouting at the top of his lungs in pain. He reaches for his kidneys throughout the process while kicking both of his legs.

Billy: Oh, Johnson went for it all and he hit absolutely nothing, AWOL stepping out of the way with mere seconds to spare.

Douglas: That could have seriously injured the back of Genocide.

Sean stands up slowly somehow, bending forward and gripping his ribs, as well as his back when AWOL steps in and levels him with a vicious clothesline. The fans react with shock as Sean flies backwards, crashing across the back of his neck. He begins to flop up and down on the mats, blood flowing from the side of his mouth. The crowd is still surprised by what they just witnessed. AWOL steps towards Sean and grabs him by the hair, pulling his nearly motionless body to his feet. He then drags Sean towards the ring and rolls him under the ropes onto the canvas.

Finally the Champion slides under the ropes and slowly approaches the down Sean Johnson, extending his arms out to his side as if he has no fear of the competition. His belief may not be far fetched, Sean lying on the canvas, rolling back and forth while gripping his neck and lower back. AWOL grabs Sean around the back of the head, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet before grabbing him by the wrist. He stares back and forth at the fans before throwing him towards the ropes and then bending forward. As Sean comes back, spotting the backdrop attempt he jumps into the air, landing with both feet on top of the area between AWOL's shoulder blades. Sean balances himself before jumping into the air, coinciding with AWOL rising to his feet. Sean wraps his legs around the throat of AWOL on the way down, pulling him over into a hurricarana which sends AWOL crashing into the canvas.

Billy: Ohhhhh!! I cannot believe that manuever!

Dan: You talk about out of this world ladies and gentlemen.

The fans rise to their feet, absolutely going insane as Cage stands on the outside of the ring, looking appalled by what he's witnessed. Sean stands up slowly, working his way to a standing balance in a very tired and painful motion. His eyes turn towards AWOL who has already risen to his knees, shaking off the effects of that quick yet impactful maneuver. He slowly rises to his feet as Sean stands across from him, obviously focusing his own leg, setting up for a superkick. He suddenly steps forward, lifting his leg into the air as AWOL rises to his feet and grabs a hold of his ankle, blocking the Titanic Kick. AWOL stares at Sean with a smile on his face before he swings his leg outward. Sean turns in a full circle and receives a stiff kick to the gut by AWOL who grabs him by the sides of the head and pulls his head in between his legs. He quickly reaches down, wrapping his arms around his waist, looking to hit the powerbomb, this time plainly, with no hesitation. He grabs Sean by the back of the pants and lifts him into the air in a last ride position though. Sean suddenly pushes himself up and over the shoulders of AWOL, landing on his feet behind his back. AWOL appears shocked as he turns around and walks straight into the Titanic Kick. The fans go absolutely nuts as AWOL crashes onto his back, his arms and legs spread out to his sides. Sean crashes back first on top of AWOL, pulling up his leg into a pinning attempt.

Dan: I cannot believe it, Sean connected that brutal superkick, this could be a major upset!!

Billy: That would be actually quite priceless.

The referee drops down, smacking the canvas as the crowd watches on in disbelief.

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AWOL suddenly grabs the arm of Sean and wraps his legs around the other one before turning onto his side, rolling him up into a crucifx pin attempt. The referee quickly changes his count.

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Sean once again rolls backwards, getting out of the pin before he turns and stands up, grabbing the legs of AWOL and lifting them into the air. He begins to wrap them around his own, trying to lock in the sharpshooter when AWOL puts up a fight, placing his feet to the gut of Sean. The fans are surprised as AWOL shoves him backwards with his legs, sending Sean smashing back first into the canvas and then rolling over into the ropes. He pulls himself up them and stabilizes himself when AWOL rises to his feet slowly. He grips his jaw, rubbing it roughly before he turns towards Sean who is resting in the corner. He steps towards him quickly when Sean steps out of the corner suddenly and connects with the superkick. The crowd reacts with a wave of cheers, rising to it's feet and staring at this tremendous sight.

Billy: OOOOHHH, another superkick by Sean Johnson!!

Dan: I cannot believe it! He may actually be seconds away from defeating the World Champion!

The referee drops down to the canvas and begins to make the count, slapping the canvas several times.

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AWOL shoots his shoulder from the canvas yet again at the last second, the entire arena stunned as Johnson sits up, gasping for air and pleading with the official to make the count again. Johnson crawls into the cover once more, hooking his leg a second time.

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AWOL kicks out yet again, everyone putting their hands together at the sight of this, while others are booing. Donovan now jumps onto the apron, trying to scramble into the ring as Sean stands up and spots this, suddenly rushing into the ropes at his side. He springs into the air, landing feet first on the second cable as he springs off and flies backwards, hitting a kick to the jaw of Donovan over the ropes. Cage is sent flying off the apron and crashing chest first into the barricade with great impact.

Dan: Johnson taking out Donovan Cage!!

Mayne: How dare he!

Johnson remains standing as he turns away from the cables to face AWOL, who has risen to his knees. He plants a right across the jaw of AWOL, then follows it up with another stiff shot that almost knocks him down to the canvas. Johnson kicks AWOL to the gut and pulls him up to his feet, locking up both of his arms as he sets for the pedigree. Before he can hit it though, AWOL turns his body, grabbing the wrist of Johnson and pulling him into his shoulders as he stands up. Sean is held over the shoulders of AWOL in a fireman’s carry, scrambling to get free. AWOL pushes him over though and drops him face first directly into his knee with the Champion still standing. The crowd groans while Johnson remains standing with a very dazed expression on his face, AWOL turning and charging into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables then coming back in. He shoots his boot up straight into the face of Johnson, the shot echoing throughout the arena as AWOL falls onto his seat, Johnson being knocked over onto his back after the high impact of the kick.

AWOL scrambles to his feet and rushes into the ropes at the side of Sean, bouncing off the cables and coming back in as he jumps into the air, coming down back first into the ribs of Johnson. Sean yells out in pain as AWOL falls back into the cover, hooking his leg with the crowd groaning after all the high impact moves just hit by the World Champion.

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The fans have a loud mixed reaction at the sight of this while AWOL sits up, appearing not too pleased with himself in the slightest, realizing that Johnson was badly banged up before this match even began. He begins to seethe in anger while Johnson turns onto his side, breathing heavily and looking very dazed thanks to all that he was hit with by Donovan Cage. Donovan gets to his feet at ringside, holding his jaw while grinning widely, obviously amused by what he just cost Genocide.

Douglas: AWOL is victorious here tonight in what was a surprisingly good match after the chair assault Johnson took from Donovan before this contest could get started. I tell you, Cage sickens and disgusts me more and more every day he spends on this roster. He’s a good for nothing son of a bitch.

Mayne: Oh get over yourself Dan, and realize that this man is here tonight to take us to much greener pastures than we’ve ever been before.

Dan: Well, regardless, AWOL has picked up a win tonight, but can he continue this momentum going into Retribution 3 when he faces Desolation one on one with the title on the line?

Billy: He better, because the only thing worse than AWOL as champion, is the prospect of another Desolation title reign.

AWOL is handed his title which he quickly thrusts over his shoulder, staring repugnantly at Donovan who has made his way to the end of the ramp, back peddling up it with a conniving grin shooting across his face. He seems very pleased with what he did as Sean turns onto his side, glaring at Donovan in outright fury.


CATCHING THE TRAIN TO SLUMBER LAND


With a thunderous ovation the crowd makes it’s feeling known at the sight of current number one contender, Desolation lurking about in the backstage corridor. Both arms are crossed over his chest as he stares down into the monitor positioned upon a stack of crates before him, images of AWOL standing in the ring with the title over his shoulder. As Desolation watches this unfold he seems to be growing rather drowsy, unleashing a yawn while patting his hand over his mouth, as if what he’s watching is highly sleep inducing. He turns slowly in the direction of a table, where a pillow is set up as he reaches into his pocket and removes a sleeping cap, putting it over his head, mumbling to himself throughout the process.

Desolation: Wow, that was even more boring than the WNBA.

He stretches as he seemingly gets himself ready to sleep, unable to resist the sweet sensation of slumber land after the battle he just witnessed. As he begins to fluff up his pillow and slides down on top of the table to get himself some sleep he leans up, where oddly a lantern has been placed with a fire inside, hanging from the ceiling above. He opens it and blows the fire out before gently putting his head on the pillow.

Desolation: Ah, thank you AWOL, I haven’t been able to get a good night’s sleep in weeks.....

Right as it appears Desolation is about to fall into a gentle slumber the camera pans out a bit to reveal Jackson Adams strolling towards him with his arms crossed over his chest and unamused expression lurking upon his face. He shakes his head back and forth while fixing his tie and glaring down at one of his many nemesis’. Finally he puts his fingers in his mouth and unleashes a loud whistle to get Desolation’s attention, the Dark Man raising his head and glaring at Adams in confusion.

Desolation: Oh God, not one of these type of dreams again, I thought I worked this out in therapy....

Adams acts taken aback as shock sets into his face.

Jackson: What the hell do you think your doing!?!

Desolation: Uhhhh, sleeping...duh!

Desolation puts his head back on the pillow and begins to get comfortable before Jackson grabs the soft cushion and pulls it away from him violently. The Dark Man sits up with outrage brewing in his eyes.

Adams: No, no, no, your not going to get away with this goofball shit on my watch Desolation. Tonight, I’m running this show, and what I say, goes, you got me? And what I say right now is, your match is coming up next, so get your ass to the ring buddy. Or would you rather I have you thrown out of the building, and your match being forfeited against Bitchcakes McPhee?

Adams’ tilts his head with a smirk on his face as Desolation remains sitting up, patting his mouth with another long yawn.

Desolation: I cannot believe I actually found something more boring than an AWOL match.

The Dark Man shakes his head as he begrudgingly rises to his feet.

Desolation: But if you want me to go compete and beat yet another pointless opponent, I guess I’ll set an example and follow orders right here tonight.

The clinched fists of Adams open up as confusion sets into his eyes, Desolation patting him reassuringly upon the shoulder with a serious expression on his face for once. The grin returns to the features of Adams, who seems more confident than ever now.

Jackson: Well then, that’s great, I’m glad to hear you can actually follow the rules for a change instead of being so damned disobedient. Now why don’t you walk your geriatric ass to the ring and get ready to compete?

Desolation nods, not offering any resistance as he begins to walk away. Abruptly, however, he pauses in mid-step, turning back to glare at something as he raises a finger to call for one second. He now steps back to the side of Adams once more as he looks him over, something not seeming quite right to him as he finally snaps his fingers and nods his head. With quickness, Desolation retrieves a pear of scissors from his pocket, lifting it up slowly as Jackson glares at him in confusion. The Dark Man now grabs the tie of JA and lifts it into the air before putting the scissors over it and slicing off over half of it. Jackson’s jaw drops in shock, so angry he can’t even formulate words as Desolation holds up the cut away portion of the tie, examining it and Adams.

Desolation: There, looks much better now.

Desolation throws the cut off portion of the tie over his shoulder and marches off as Jackson watches him walk away, seething with absolute hatred. He is actually shaking as his flesh turns a bright shade of red, trying to keep himself from imploding.


JOHNNY, COME OUT AND PLAY!!


PRE-RECORDED

With almost cheesy effects a home video camera overlooks the virtually empty streets of Los Angelus California. The image is moving, obviously coming from within the confines of a car as it speeds down a street. Only a few late night stragglers can be seen roaming the streets in a dazed manner as the camera finally turns towards the individual clutching it. The lens is focused upon the face of none other than Orlando Cruze, who is dressed for what looks like a night on the town. He has a smirk on his face as he stares into the camera, residing in what appears to be a limo on this occasion.

Orlando: Well, ladies and gentlemen, the quest continues. That’s right, I’m here tonight in sunny, well, dark for the time being, Los Angelus California, the home city of one Johnny Kingdom, desperately trying to track down the one and only Team Leader.

Orlando only grins even wider as he tilts his head and stares at the camera.

Orlando: For you see, since he refuses to answer my challenge, and to come to me, then I’ve decided to bring myself to him. I will not stop until I have found Johnny Kingdom, I will sniff him out like a pure blooded hound dog if necessary, because I assure you, this journey shall not come to an end until I have received exactly what I wanted.....

Orlando uses his free hand to lift a contract into the air.

Cruze: And that’s Johnny Kingdom’s name, right here on the dotted line of this contract. So ladies, gentiles, let’s find us a Kingdom, shall we?

The camera cuts out but returns abruptly at the sight of Orlando Cruze strolling into a local Starbucks with the camera following him, somebody else clearly holding it this time. The daylight has returned, this portion of the film shot the next day obviously as Orlando strolls in the direction of the counter, where a surprised chubby lad looks on in astonishment.

Cashier: Hey, you’re Orlando Cruze!

He points at Orlando with absolute amazement, as if his life has finally been fulfilled to meet the Icon. A slight grin cuts across Cruze’s face as he stops in front of the counter, and nods his head.

Orlando: That’s right, it’s me, the Icon...

Cashier: Oh man, this is like a dream come true dude. Your match with Johnny Kingdom at Paranoia II was amazing, it was the best World title match I’ve ever witnessed..

A confused, not so appreciative expression overcomes Cruze’s face as he hears this comment.

Cruze: Thanks, but that was actually Chris Cortez. But speaking of Johnny Kingdom, that’s what I’m here for, I happen to be looking for that sham of a World Champion, since I know he lives somewhere here in this city. I mean, how hard could it be to find one man in Los Angelus, after all? Anyhow, I heard down the grapevine that he comes here every now and then, so can you tell me where I might be able to find him?

The cashier looks frozen for a second, not sure how to respond.

Cashier: Yeah, sure man, no problem, who’s Johnny Kingdom?

Words seem to be unable to properly interpret the feeling in Orlando as he has his finger raised and his mouth hanging open. The video cuts to one of Orlando making his way down a street now in the direction of a large gate, shaking his head with a Starbucks cup in his hand, a large hedge at his side with the camera following beside him.

Orlando: Well, that was almost as pointless in trying to understand one of Johnny Kingdom’s promos, but I’m undeterred in my mission, I will find Johnny Kingdom, even if I have to knock on the doors of random houses in order to do so.

Cruze takes a sip of the starbucks coffee and licks his lips.

Cruze: Mmmmm, minty.

Orlando turns to the massive white gates barring off the entrance to a gigantic mansion only a few feet away as a whistle can be heard through the lips of Cruze.

Orlando: Wow, this looks like as good of a place to start as any.

Orlando approaches the intercom off to the side of the gate, built into a cobble wall and presses the button. A shrewd, obnoxious voice can be heard from the other end.

Voice: What is it?

Orlando rears his head down towards the intercom and presses the button to speak.

Cruze: Hello sir, does Johnny Kingdom live here?

Orlando turns his head so that his ear is right next to the intercom speaker.

Voice: Who!?! I have you know this is the summer home of Mr. Mel Gibson.....

With surprise in his face, Orlando turns towards the camera, his mouth opened widely, acting as if he’s star struck.

Orlando: Wow, this is Mel Gibson’s intercom, I’m like speechless right now.....LOOK OUT!

With a turn of his head, Cruze’s eyes open widely as a speeding vehicle roars past himself and the camera man, driving recklessly towards the mansion. Orlando has to dive out of the way as the automobile, made to resemble one of the post apocalyptic automobiles from Mad Max, comes within inches of hitting him. A beer bottle is thrown from the driver’s seat as it continues up the driveway towards the mansion. Cruze gets to his knees with surprise in his eyes as he turns them towards the camera.

Orlando: Wow, he must have thought I was Jewish or something....

The video cuts abruptly to a shot of an ice cream truck driving down a crowded Los Angelus street with the classic tune being produced from the large vehicle. The music is accompanied by the loud, booming voice of Orlando Cruze as he sticks his head out the passenger side window with a megaphone held to his lips.

Orlando: Johnny!! JOHNNY KINGDOM!! Come out, come out wherever you are, if you do I’ll give you some free ice cream!

The truck continues down the busy streets of LA before the shot switches once again to a shot of Orlando standing outside of another large gate, blocking the path to the huge mansion just up the drive. Cruze leans in and presses the button once more, waiting for a response. One finally comes as the mumbling, familiar voice of Sylvester Stallone can be heard.

Stallone: Whob as iz?

Confusion sets into the face of Cruze as he turns towards the camera, batting his eyes awkwardly.

Orlando: Ummmm, what?

Stallone: I’s sab whob as iz?

Orlando continues to blink rather oddly before he leans in close to the intercom once more, utterly befuddled, and trying his best to make sense of what he is hearing.

Orlando: Johnny is this you? There’s no reason to disguise your voice to try and run away from me.

Stallone: Nos, thaz bis Stylvastar Tallone!

Cruze’s face puckers up like he just got done sucking on a sour lemon.

Cruze: WHO!?!

The video cuts once again to Orlando Cruze this time urinating on the side of a building before he looks over his shoulder and spots the camera.

Cruze: Um, why the hell are you filming this?

With another cut away, the package switches to a shot of a flustered Orlando Cruze pacing back and forth in front of the camera, working a groove into the ground beneath him almost as he rubs his jaw.

Orlando: Alright, my goal to find Johnny Kingdom turned out to be a little more difficult than I thought. Absolutely no one seems to know who Johnny Kingdom is, which kind of makes my search a lot harder. I’ve checked every single movie theater in the area, seeing as that’s where Johnny must go when he develops ideas for promos, and still nothing, no sign of the former World Champion. So I guess, for the time being, my search is over, you’ve won this round Johnny, but the quest will not end, until your name is on that contract, and you face me at Retribution.

The camera remains on the intense face of Orlando Cruze, as he lifts the contract into the air, positioning it beside him, one name still missing on a blank dotted line.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



DESOLATION VS. BITCHCAKES 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.

Douglas : You know, this guy, very unorthodox as we've been saying, and always seems to bring something new to the table, what do you suppose is with him?

Billy : Hey, go easy on him Dan, it's going to be the end for him one day when Wal-Mart closes down, and rent comes due for his trailer!

Douglas : Okay, why do you have to be so stereotypical? ..That's my job.

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.

Billy : Ahh hell, the time has come..

Douglas : Hey, you know how I think this match will end?

Billy : No..how's that?

Douglas : By a D-K-O..

Billy : Meaning what?

Douglas : Drunken Knock-Out!!

Billy : Wow..were you up all night thinking of that one?

Douglas : Nah, I got to bed 'round 1:30, 2:00am..

*Both men, being sworn into the match, Bitchcakes spots a beautiful lookin' blonde near the barricade and starts flirting with her a little bit, completely turning his back against his opponent. Desolation taking advantage of this moment and rushes the love struck Mcphee from behind with an elbow lariat to the back. The momentum of this strike forces Bitchcakes into the corner. Deso takes a couple more shots to Mcphee's back who is in the corner front-side first. The bell rings shortly after.. 1 shot...2 shots..3 more to the back! Desolation turns his opponent completely around by pulling his arm, still keeping Mcphee in the corner, he delivers a few mudhole stomps to the mid-section. *

Billy : Obviously Desolation couldn't bare any longer to get the match started.

Douglas : Mcphee seems to be having a little trouble getting out of the corner..

*Desolation continues the ring post assault, by giving a few closed-fist rights..the referee steps in to warn Desolation of the closed fist. Deso puts his hands in the air, as if to come to agreeance with the official..the ref backs off a little bit..suddenly Desolation goes completely against the ref's warning and goes for another closed fist right..but Bitchcakes counters with a right arm block! Mcphee throws Deso in reverse to the corner he was once in, and now comes time to turn the tables! The fans cheer as Bitchcakes gets a little revenge. He starst throwing blow after blow to the skull of Desolation. He gets up on the 2nd rope, and starts nailing Deso on the forehead with some elbow shots..the fans join in on the count.*

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*Desolation shoves Bitchcakes straight down onto the canvas, landing in the center of the ring on his back. Deso runs towards Bitchcakes whos trying to get up as soon as possible...Shining WIZARD!! With that wizard kick to Mcphee's skull, you can see what looks to be gum or spit being knocked out of his mouth as he hits back down to the canvas. Deso goes for a quick pin.*

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Douglas : If his hang-over wasn't bad enough, that'll do the trick..

Billy : An early almost match-ending shot by Deso, Bitchcakes looks just dazed.

*Desolation, a little upset, obviously looking for an early win..he picks his opponent up by the hair. Mcphee staggers to his feet a little bit. Desolation Irish-Whips him into the ropes, Mcphee gets a running start..Deso hoping to land a spinning clothesline..he spins..NO Bitchcakes ducks just in the knick of time! Going under and through Deso's arm he runs to the opposite side..running dropkick from Mcphee! The fans give him a little cheer,as its not every day you see a man of that size hitting off a move like that. Desolation slams to the canvas, but immediately gets back up to his feet, just seconds after Bitchcakes. Mcphee with a kick to the stomache, Deso leans over, Mcphee signals to the fans as he bellows out an enormous "MOOO" , the fans moo along with him, as it signals one of his finishing maneuvers. But no! Deso rises back up, standing clothesline! Now it is Mcphee who's back down to the canvas! *

Billy : These guys seem to be trying so eagerly to end this match as quickly as possible!

Douglas : Well you remember what happened last week don't ya? Sean Johnson came out and interfered before they even got a complete match!

*The assault continues with Desolation leading it in with some stomps all over his opponents body...Elbow drop! ...Elbow drop! Elbow drop! one elbow drop after the other, he finally picks Mcphee halfway up to where he's in a sitting down position. Deso places his knee right in Mcphee's back, and pulls his arms behind him, in attempt to wear him down a little bit before he hits off any maneuvers. Bitchcakes trying to fight off the pain, not about to submit, but quickly being drained of his energy, attempts to escape the hold. The ref checking on him to see how long he can take it. Desolation pulling back a little bit harder, but now begins to lose a little bit of grip due to the amount of beer spilled all over his opponents wrists. Mcphee struggling from left to right, trying to get to atleast his knees......He finally makes it to one..the fans get a little more motivated hoping to boost his energy up by cheering for him..you can see the agonizing pain in Mcphee's face, as he fights with all his might...Suddenly, he counter-grabs desolations wrists and he reverses the hold! By reversing the hold he has placed Deso's back facing towards himself..Mcphee picks Desolation up from the back..Standing Back Body drop, before landing to the ground, Mcphee adds a little 360 spin before dropping his opponent. Desolation goes down hitting hard, and now holding his back on impact. Bitchcakes Mcphee now leaving the ring, he begins looking under the apron.*

Billy : What the hell is he looking for? He's going to get himself disqualified!

Douglas : Relax, relax, I don't think it's a weapon he's looking for..I think it's another beer!

*Mcphee reaches under the ring and pulls out a blue colored ice-box. He opens it up revealing a whole container full of nothing but ice-cold beer. The ref checking on Desolation, not even noticing the activity from Mcphee. The official finally turns around, spots, Bitchcakes outside the ring drinking and begins counting him out..*

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*Bitchcakes continues gulping down a couple beers, and just as the ref counts to no later then 9, Mcphee slides back in the ring, as an eagerly anticipated Desolation awaits him with a closed fist. Mcphee returns to his feet from sliding in, and immediately the 2 men lock-up. Bitchcakes turning it into a standing headlock....Deso whipping Mcphee towards the ropes..Mcphee comes back, Deso lays down as Bitchcakes leaps over him. Desolation hops back up on his feet. As Mcphee gets a running start from now the other side of the ropes, Deso runs towards Mcphee and ducks, allowing his opponent to leap over him..but as Mcphee leaps over, he stops in his tracks, and Desolation continues to get a push from the ropes, not realizing Bitchcakes has stopped running and is waiting for him with a clothesline..Bitchcakes gets a nice grin on his face as his opponent comes back...RUNNING-SPINNING CLOTHESLINE from Deso!!! Bitchcakes Mcphee hits the ground hard as he holds his jaw. Desolation again picking him up by the hair, sets him against the ropes and leaves him there for a split second. The demonic Desolation gets a running start and hits his opponent with yet another clothesline! They both go over the top and outside to the mats. Desolation, now grown tired of Mcphee's games, grows quite furious, immediately arrives to his feet, immediately picks Mcphee up..he wraps his arms around Bitchcakes as if to give a bear-hug, but forcefully tackles him into the ring! He continues to give blow after blow, grabbing Mcphee from the hair and beating him on the head. The Ref starts the outside ring count. This fight has gone from technical to a complete brawl. Desolation irish whips Mcphee into the barricade, forcing his back to slam against it, and his body to hit the ground. The fans continue to boo at Deso, who's got the upperhand so far in the match.*

Douglas : Desolation seems to be working on Mcphee's back, and I'm pretty damn sure I know why..

Billy : Dare I ask your insight? Probably got another redneck joke.

Douglas : No, not this time, I was just going to imply, that it weakens him a little bit, so if Desolation wants to cow-tip his ass it makes it easier!

Billy : When do you ever stop? I knew it was going to be another stupid punchline of yours.

*With Mcphee mostly drained, and now more vulnerable to become victim to several of Deso's attacks, the ref's count is merely at 6 by now..Desolation lifts his opponent to his feet by both the collar and the back seam of his pants. After helping Mcphee to his feet, Desolation grabs one of his arms, looks as if to irish whip him again, but instead pulls him in for a 3rd clothesline! Knowing how much these clotheslines have worn Mcphee down, it's almost as if Desolation has found a quick route to weaken the tired out Bitchcakes. Once again picking Bitchcakes off the ground, the refs count hits 8, as Desolation rolls Mcphee back into the ring. Mcphee ends up rolling himself dead center in the ring holding his chest-neck area due to the force of the clotheslines. Desolation rolls in the ring himself, still quite fueled. Bitchcakes slowly makes his way to his feet by means of the ropes..Deso remains right behind him at all times, just waiting for him to turn around. As Bitchcakes drifts up, he slowly turns towards Desolation...Deso delivers a right knee to the gut, and immediately prepares for a suplex. He wraps Mcphee's arm over his head, picks him up! ..He awaits a few seconds before the final drop to the canvas!! Mcphee goes back first straight down in the center of the ring. Desolation goes for another pin, thinking he's got it this time.*

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Th...Kickout!

*The fans jump to their feet as Bitchcakes lifts his shoulder off the canvas. In mostly disblelief, Desolation shakes his head, gets up off the ground, and heads over to the ropes. He climbs the turnbuckle..points directly at Mcphee and does a slight cut-throat signal....450 SPLASH!!! PIN!*

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Thr..KICKOUT!!!

*Again with a second unbelievable kickout, and one superstar in complete disbelief, he complains to the official for a few seconds that it was a 3..but is proven wrong, as the ref jumps on his ass a little bit. Deso just shakes his head and continues beating his opponent. With the knowledge that it's going to take alot more to pin this man, Desolation picks his worn out body up off the ground..*

Douglas : Now that was one hell of a 450 splash from Desolation, there is no denying that!

Billy : What I find intriging is the fact that Mcphee was actually able to kick out of that! Yet alone the suplex before that!

*Desolations wraps one arm behind the neck of Mcphee and the other around his waist, he signals for the Wyvern Suplex....REVERSAL!!! In one quick motion, Mcphee becomes able to break free of Deso's one arm while still holding on..lifts Desolation in the air,..SAMOAN DROP!!! With that unexpected burst of energy, it gains the attention of more than 3/4 of the audience..the fans are definitely on Mcphee's side. The energy-drained Mcphee remains on the ground for a few seconds with Desolation after just dropping him with that unexpected Samoan Drop..Mcphee rolls out of the ring for another beer. The cooler he pulled out earlier is still in the same position. He pulls out his 3rd beer of the night, throws the can on the ground..goes for another...He then slides back into the ring. Mcphee, now with some more momentum picks Desolation up by the head, you can see a little bit of blood coming from Mcphee's mouth after Desolations clothesline to outside the ring earlier in the match..Mcphee wipes the blood from his chin, shakes it off his hand..Moo's to the fans, who respond with a "Mooo" back towards him.. HANG OVER TIME!!! Mcphee hits the jumping DDT with no complications as Desolations head goes smack down into the canvas. Bitchcakes rolls him over and quickly goes for the pin!

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Th..Kickout by Desolation!!

Billy : Oh my god! Now I'm sorry but I have to give out some serious credit on Deso's part for kicking out of that! I thought for sure it was over right here!!

Douglas : He kicked out of a damn Hangover?!? Don't you see what he's doing, he's playing Deso's game and trying to get an early win!

Billy : They seem to be trying to out-due each other in a test of strength type of deal with their maneuvers!

Douglas : I'm really into this match now!!

*With plenty of upset fans..Bitchcakes has arrived to the point, where he knows he can not let them down. So again he lifts Deso up to his feet. Now irish-whipping Desolation into the corner post, Mcphee signals for his Charging Bull attack! He runs directly at Desolation with an attempt to tackle the holy hell out of him..getting closer..BUT NO!!! the quick acting Desolation moves out of harms way, as Mcphee slams shoulder first into the metal post, Deso again wraps his arm around him, WYVERN SUPLEX! He connects!!! Deso, now getting a bit tired himself, goes for a pin!*

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Three!..NOT QUITE!!! Before the ref makes it a 3 count, he immediately notices that Bitchcakes Mcphee's right leg is right smack on the first rope closest to the corner, so he stops the count at 2 and 3/4. You can clearly see the frustration in Desolations face. Not happy with the result, he picks Mcphee up, rather exhausted he brings Mcphee back up into the corner, he lifts his heavy-set body up on to the top rope.*

Douglas : He may be thinking about the Zero Bomb here, one of the most devastating moves in the business!!

Billy : Indeed, a move known very well for crippling your opponents, and I think Desolation is so sick and tired of Bitchcakes Mcphee, he's going to use it as a last resort.

*With a staggering Mcphee just sitting on the top rope, Deso delivers a couple right hand closed fists to his right temple, to ensure that he's not going anywhere. Desolation climbs out on to the apron, begins climbing the ropes, very carefully sets Mcphee up for the Zero Bomb. After a little bit of careful maneuvering, you know see Desolation standing on the top rope with Bitchcakes head between his legs and all leaned over about to get power bombed to the center of the ring. He wraps his arms around his waist about to pick him up..the fans move up from their seats, including the commentators, knowing that no matter how Mcphee escapes, nothing good is going to come from this!!! ...BITCHCAKES COUNTERS ONCE AGAIN!!! He elevates Desolation high up over his back and DESOLATION GOES CRASHING DOWN ON THE CANVAS!! Not only from the top of the ropes, but from over the 5 foot, 5 inches of Bitchcakes Mcphee!! Desolation is lying damn near motionless in the ring!!*

Douglas : Holy Sh..!! Did you see that Billy?!?? He just tossed Deso over his head on to the canvas..from the top turnbuckle!! That definitely goes along with one of the most crippling falls I have ever seen!!

Billy : But take a look over at Mcphee!! He's staggering on top of the rope, all those beers seemed to have made him too damn drunk to fight, and he looks like he's about to fall, only outside the ring!! I don't even think he's aware of what he just did to Desolation!!!

Douglas : I'm getting nervous just thinking about which way he's going to fall! If anything I hope he falls backwards, because atleast it would be in the ring!

*The drunken Bitchcakes Mcphee, still staggering on the top of the ropes, nobody knows which way he's going to fall, the fans are all standing, just looking on, some fans and security guards are trying to scream at him to get down before he gets critically hurt! He starts to lean over to the left as if to fall down to the outside of the ring..The security guards yell at him to lean back over before he falls..hoping to wake him up or make him somewhat alert, EMTs are on standby..Mcphee now leaning waaaay to the right..The guards prepare to atleast catch him if he falls to the outside. The official trying to wake him up a little bit, and going back and forth between him and Desolation who just took one hell of a fall.*

Billy : The ending of this match is mainly going to depend on where Bitchcake falls!!

Douglas : Damn right, you got the security guards out there ready to catch him, but who in the hell is going to catch them?! ..And Desolation is still laying motionless! If only Mcphee could wake up enough, he could climb down, pin him, and most definitely get the victory!

*The drunken Bitchcakes' eyes suddenly roll in the back of his head, as he faintly begins falling backwards about to land right on top of the out-cold Desolation.*

Douglas : TIIIIIIIMMMMMBEEEEERRRR!!!!

*Just in the nick of time, as the fans rise to their seats, Desolation quickly wakes up and rolls immediately out of the way! Bitchcakes goes crashing to the canvas! Desolation crawls over for the cover!!!

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3!!!

Billy : He's done it Dan!!! Desolation has won the match!!

Douglas : Well, if there is one thing, we learn from this..Drinking kills...

*The fans boo as they become upset, due to them rooting for Bitchcakes Mcphee, the official raises Desolations hand who struggles to get to his feet, completely exhausted.*

Desolation rises to his feet on the inside of the ring, spinning around with a slight grin on his face as Bitchcakes sits up on the canvas, clapping his hands, nobly accepting his lose here this evening. Desolation casts his finger towards him, waving it several times while McPhee nods and rolls to the outside of the ring, beginning to make his way up the ramp. He doesn’t look back as Desolation turns to stare out over his adoring fans when without warning, Rusty Cage and Baine enter the ring behind him. Cage slides in across his stomach while the massive Baine steps over the cables and into the squared circle, the fans beginning to boo and trying to warn the current number one contender.

Dan: Wait a minute, what the hell are Baine and Rusty Cage doing out here now!?!

Mayne: I haven’t got the faintest clue, Dan, maybe they’re trying to once again take out the number one contender.

Desolation is blind-sided with a massive forearm strike to the back, knocking him down to the canvas across his knees. The crowd is shocked as Baine and Rusty now begin to stomp away at the number one contender, Desolation trying his best to get back to his feet, but being overcome with the onslaught of these two angry gentlemen. Obviously they are working in cahoots with Jackson Adams or Mark Comeau, as they savagely lay into the already weakened Desolation, who is still trying to fight back. Suddenly, to a huge reaction from the crowd, AWOL comes storming through the curtains and rushing towards the ring with great quickness, a steel chair gripped tightly in his hand.

Mayne: Oh no, why the hell is the World Champion coming out here now!?!

Douglas: He clearly doesn’t want to see the Alpha Generation succeed in their plan to take him and Desolation out before Retribution.

Billy: AWOL should be retired right now dammit, he shouldn’t be worrying about this at all, if Desolation is injured, he has an easier match at Retribution!

AWOL slides into the ring with the chair in hand as he stands up quickly, the World Champion lifting the steel object into the air as Rusty turns around and gets bashed over the skull with it. The sound of the collision resembles that of a cannon being fired as the metal dents around the head of Rusty and sends him crashing violently into the canvas. He goes into convulsions while Baine turns around and right into the chair strike to his gut, bending him forward. As he does this, AWOL lifts the chair into the air and slams it with even greater force over his massive head, one shot being enough to take him down hard to the canvas. The giant rolls across the ring as does Rusty, both men knocked through a loop by the hard chair shots at the hands of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Douglas: AWOL has done the noble thing here and taken out both Baine and Rusty Cage before they could injure Desolation.

Mayne: Being noble isn’t the same as being smart though Dan, and if AWOL were intelligent, he’d take that chair to Desolation right now as well.

Almost as if he heard the comments of Mayne, AWOL’s eyes shift down to the chair in his hand, then cut to Desolation, who is slowly beginning to rise to his feet. Desolation grips the back of his head while AWOL grips the chair tightly, contemplating rather he should take advantage of this situation. AWOL begins to lift the chair and step towards Desolation, when the Dark Man turns and spots him without warning, his eyes opening widely. With Desolation staring directly at him, AWOL pauses abruptly, stopping without warning with the chair in his hands, stuck in a half way swung position. As both men glare at one another, AWOL finally drops the chair and begins to back away slowly, almost looking fearful of the number one contender. Desolation’s eyebrow raises as AWOL steps through the ropes and onto the apron, getting the cables between himself and the impending challenger for his title.


A TOUGH DECISION


A loud reaction cuts through the arena at the sight of the double champion, Nathan Creed, the Future planted seat first on a bench backstage. He stares off into space with both the Livewire title belt and Xtreme title belt over his shoulders, both straps glistening brightly as he continues to look on with little emotion. Dried blood is smeared over his face from the viciousness of the Xtreme title four way in which he just participated in, mixed with a lot of sweat that is rolling down his battered, busted up body. His eyes dart upward quickly as Robin Brooks can now be seen strolling into the camera’s frame, having just entered the dressing room with a very concerned expression on her face. Her head is lowered, as if unable to look Nathan in the eyes as he rises quickly, acting happy to see Brooks, even through all the pain, and all the thoughts about what is being asked of him by Jackson Adams tonight.

Nathan: Robin, I’m so happy to see you, I really need your advice.....

Brooks lifts her hand into the air in front of Nathan’s face as he becomes deadly silent, Robin looking up at him slowly.

Brooks: Creed, please, just listen. I still haven’t forgiven you for what you did last week, going behind my back and everything....

Nathan places his fists to his hips and begins to shake his head in the process, ridden with despair as a result of hearing this. He seems a bit more comforted as the Black Widow places her hand upon his shoulder.

Robin: But I know you need a friend right now, especially with it seeming like the whole world is out to get you. I just want you to know that I’m still here for you Nathan, and I know for sure that you’ll make the right decision tonight concerning Jackson’s ultimatum.

The slender fingers slide up and down the shoulder of Nathan as he raises his head to stare deeply into Brooks eyes, the two seemingly sharing a moment with one another. They continue to gaze deeply into one another’s eyes as Nathan grows a comforting smile, Brooks doing the same, an awkward silence ensuing between them for seemingly forever. Creed finds himself leaning in towards Brooks, who’s head is drawn towards the face of Nathan as well. Right as it seems that the two are about to lock lips, much to the pleasure of the fans, Robin moves her head around to the side of Creed’s face and plants a kiss upon his sweaty cheek. Nathan’s eyes close as he mumbles some obscenities to himself, acting embarrassed while Brooks continues to kiss his cheek. Finally, after a second she drawls her head back and takes one last long at Nathan.

Robin: Once again, I support any decision that you make out there tonight Nathan, just make sure it’s the right one.

Brooks pats Nathan one last time on the shoulder before turning and making her way out the door, Creed watching her leave. His nerves seem to have been calmed slightly as Robin walks away, having given him the inspiration that he needed, finally making up his mind. With determination he begins to shake his head now, looking very defiant in the process of glancing at the Livewire title that has slid down into the palm of his hand.

Nathan: Well, if I can’t kiss Robin, I’m sure as hell not going to kiss Jackson Adams’ feet.

The crowd unleashes a huge wave of cheers as Nathan nods his head with great determination and looking very defiant.


GOING TOO FAR?


A surprisingly mixed reaction now cuts through the arena, everyone responding in different ways it seems at the sight of Orlando Cruze, the Icon once again taking up the camera. He has his head lowered as he pulls a black elbow pad up his arm into the proper place, his side aimed towards an open blue locker. He seems focused, passionate, determined as he gets ready for the one on one clash with Donovan Cage, a match that should be quite brutal, as he goes against the very game newcomer. He looks away from his elbow though as the love of his life, Kloe strolls into the lockeroom, overlooking the Icon with a concerned expression on her face. While crossing her arms, she leans back first against the locker beside the preparing Orlando.

Orlando: Hey honey, what’s up?

Orlando pulls out some wrist tape from his locker while Kloe looks down at the floor beneath her feet.

Kloe: Nothing really, but something’s bothering me a bit...

Cruze blinks his eyes as he glares at Kloe in a bit of confusion, perplexed as to why she seems so worried.

Cruze: What’s wrong?

Kloe: Well, I’ve been thinking sweety, maybe your taking this thing with Johnny Kingdom a little too far. I think it’s becoming an obsession.

Kloe is apprehensive to make this statement, yet forces herself too with obvious concern for the mental stability of the three time World Champion, who places his forearm over the open locker door, leaning into it.

Orlando: Kloe, don’t worry about it, it’s all fun and games, I might hate the guy, but I’m not obsessed with him. You know just like me, that I’ve got to do something that puts me back on the map here in the ULW, and there’s nothing that would help propel me back into World title competition, and be taken serious again, than defeating Johnny Kingdom one more time. On this occasion I need to do it fairly, with no outside interference, I need to prove to him, and everyone else that Orlando Cruze is still the greatest that the ULW has to offer. I’ve heard the fans, they’re calling me a joke, they’re saying I’m a disgrace to my heritage, a disgrace to any championship I might have held. It’s time I prove them all wrong Kloe, and I need you to stand by me, while I do so.

There is obvious passion setting into the eyes of Cruze as a slight grin forms on Kloe’s face, energized by the intensity of her man.

Kloe: Okay, I just worry about you sometimes is all, I don’t want to see you get yourself into a situation you can’t get out of.

Her hand wraps around the neck of Orlando, pulling him in and kissing him on the lips. The Icon pulls his head back slowly, looking very motivated, intense, and energetic at the prospect of facing Johnny Kingdom.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



ORLANDO CRUZE VS. DONOVAN CAGE


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

Mayne: I think Kloe speaks for the rest of us when she says that Orlando Cruze is going overboard with this Kingdom thing, he’s not concentrating on the match at hand, and it’s definitely going to cost him coming up next against Donovan Cage, his mind is not on this battle.

Douglas: Cruze, obviously very enthused about the prospect of facing Kingdom, but I agree, he needs to have his head on this match against the Impeccable Donovan Cage, the rat bastard who has shown just how talented he is in the field of cheating.

Billy: I have no idea what your talking about.

Dan: Of course you don’t.

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, Kloe standing at his side. 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 focused on the ring. Kloe grabs a sign from a fan in the front row, revealing it as reading, “Kingdom Fears Orlando,” holding it up for everyone to see. Cruze 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. Donovan doesn’t look impressed whatsoever while standing back and yawning in the direction of Cruze.

Dan: Orlando in the ring now and I must say he looks more energetic and determined than I’ve ever seen him before. He seems to be feeding off some of the negativity that he’s received from the fans as of late.

Mayne: The growing animosity towards Cruze is well deserved. I don’t know why the fans got behind this man in the first place, it’s utterly ridiculous.

Douglas: The man is a three time former World Champion, he’s beaten the best here in the ULW, he deserves all the respect in the world for his accomplishments, and for some of the fans to be calling him a joke is utterly ridiculous.

Orlando and Donovan stand across from one another, looking ready to get this thing started as Kloe cheers him on Cruze from ringside, still holding up the “Johnny Kingdom fears Orlando Cruze” sign for everyone to see. Donovan steps towards the ropes and reaches over the cables, grabbing the sign abruptly, lifting it into the air and trying to rip it when Orlando rushes up behind Cage and blasts him over the back abruptly. His distraction has failed as Donovan turns around with a shocked expression on his face. Cruze catches him with a stiff European Uppercut to the jaw that sends him crashing to the canvas.

Orlando shakes his head before reaching down and wrapping his arms around the head of Cage, slowly pulling him to his feet. As Donovan raises all the way up Orlando chops him brutally across the chest once more. The force of the chop causing him to back across the ring while Orlando continues to lay into him with the brutal knife edge slices. The crowd administers a woo for each shot while Cage places his arm over his chest before Cruze pushes his arm away and goes for another chop, only to have Cage duck out of the way. Orlando spins around so his back faces Donovan, as he now clubs him to the spine, causing the former three time champ to bend forward. Donovan now hits him with another clubbing blow to the back of the head before burying his shoulder into Orlando's spine and lifting him into the air. He quickly drops backwards, delivering a huge back drop suplex. Orlando slams hard into the canvas before Cage drops down and covers him, placing his forearm into the face of Orlando as the referee drops down, making the count.

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Orlando gets his shoulder up quickly as this fast paced action erupts.

Dan: That was a close one already in this contest.

Mayne: Talent just oozes from Donovan Cage so much, showing that he can even pin Orlando within seconds of a match.

Cage now grabs Orlando by the hair and pulls him to his feet before decking him across the face with hard right hands before throwing in a hard elbow shot to the side of his face. Cruze stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support when Cage charges in going for a clothesline only to have Orlando duck out of the way. Cage now smacks into the turnbuckle chest first before Cruze turns him around and once again lays into him with hard chops across the chest. Each shot more devastating than the last, and nearly taking Cage off his feet. He quickly places his arms over his chest before Orlando begins to deck him across the face then steps onto the second rope. Orlando clinches his fist and stares out into the crowd before beginning to deck Donovan repeatedly in the face with hard right hands, Kloe cheering him on and counting along with the fans,. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9, Cage grabs the leg of Orlando and steps out of the corner before dropping back, flapjacking Orlando face first into the turnbuckle.

Billy: A smart veteran move by Donovan Cage. This man never stops impressing me.

Douglas: That counter was basic, but effective.

Orlando leans on the ropes with his arms spread over them, his knees buckling. The Impeccable One now grabs Orlando by the back of the head before smacking him face first into the turnbuckle pad. The force of the shot causes Orlando to stumble backwards rubbing his forehead while Cage pulls himself onto the turnbuckle before jumping off the second rope and connecting with a huge forearm to the former Champion’s skull. The force of the shot causes Orlando to roll backwards across the ring before landing on his stomach and the side of his face.

Cage now approaches Orlando as he grabs him by the jaw pulling him to his feet before launching him into the ropes. As Orlando charges back in Cage hits with a hard axehandle to the face, taking him down to the canvas. Donovan remains standing before dropping a quick elbow to the chest of Orlando and rolling onto his knees. He slowly rises to his feet before dropping a second elbow to his chest cavity.

The Icon sits up holding his chest in pain before Cage stomps him to the back of the head and grabs him by the hair, pulling him to his feet. Cage now chops Orlando with a brutal shot across the chest, knocking him backwards into the ropes. He quickly chops him across the chest once again, getting revenge for the shots he was struck with earlier. Donovan quickly grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and charges back in before Cage hits him with a huge back elbow to the forehead, taking him off his feet and down to the canvas back first. Cage quickly backs into the ropes, bouncing off them and coming back in before jumping into the air and dropping leg first across the throat of Orlando, causing him to kick his legs into the air and roll onto his side rubbing his neck.

Mayne: A thing of beauty, Donovan Cage wearing down Orlando with as you put it Dan, a simple but effective assault.

Douglas: Donovan utilizing a brawler style in this match, catching Cruze off guard, who over the past few weeks has been facing those with more technically precise abilities.

Cage rises to his feet before stomping Orlando to the side of the head and now grabbing a hold of his ear, slowly pulling him to his feet. Donovan delivers a hard piercing elbow shot to the top of his head before kicking him to the gut and grabbing him by the wrist. Cage tosses Orlando towards the turnbuckle, before the Icon jumps into the air and lands on the second rope. Springing off of it and turning in mid air as he connects with a huge clothesline across the throat of Cage, taking both men down to the canvas.

Dan: An awesome acrobatic display by Orlando.

Cage quickly rises to his feet as well as Orlando who meets him with hard right hands across the face. Each shot causes Cage to stumble backwards before Orlando grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Cage bounces off the ropes and charges back in before Orlando jumps into the air and spins around, connecting with a huge spinning heel kick to the face of Donovan, knocking him down to the canvas back first. He flops up and down on the canvas holding his mouth while Orlando rises to his feet and begins to stomp him to the forehead and chest. He quickly wraps his arm around the head of Cage and pulls him to his feet before decking him across the face repeatedly.

The former World champ now chops him across the chest causing Cage to roar in pain before he knees Orlando to the gut, causing him to bend forward. Donovan quickly rushes backwards and bounces off the ropes, charging back in before Orlando jumps into the air and hits him with a huge flying forearm to his face, knocking him down to the canvas. Orlando collapses onto the ring gut first and rolls onto his back while DOnovan hits the canvas. All fired up, Cruze nips upward straight onto his feet and grabs Cage by the back of the head, pulling him to a standing base quickly and nailing him with a hard right hand across the chin. The force of the blow causes Cage to take a few steps backwards while Orlando backs into the ropes and bounces off of them before charging back in. Suddenly Cage catches him and lifts Orlando into the air before dropping him to the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. Orlando rolls onto his stomach placing his hand over his lower back.

Billy: This thing is really going back and forth.

Dan: Indeed, but that spinebuster put Donovan back at the advantage for God only knows how shortly.

Donovan remains on his feet staggering a bit as he tries to clear his head before he steps towards Orlando and drops an elbow to his spine quickly. Orlando roars in pain while Cage raises to his feet and drops another elbow to his spine. Orlando attempts to push himself up, rising to his hands and knees before Donovan kicks him to the ribs, causing him to roll onto his back. Cage quickly jumps into the air and comes down with another huge elbow to the chest of Orlando, causing him to kick his legs high into the air before he rolls onto his side. Cage wraps his hands around the head of Orlando and pulls him to his feet before kicking him to the gut and placing him in a side waist lock. Cage now drops back, delivering a huge release side suplex, throwing Orlando across the ring and crashing across the canvas back first. .

Donovan in the center of the ring approaches Orlando, rolling him onto his stomach and jumping into the air, coming down knee first into the spine of the former champion. Orlando roars in pain as he reaches back grabbing his kidneys. Cage rises to his feet quickly before jumping into the air once again and coming down with another huge knee drop to the spine of Orlando, making him yell in horrendous pain once again before rolling onto his back. Donovan quickly backs into the ropes and steps back in before coming down with a hard headbunt to his chest. He quickly rises to his feet before kicking Orlando playfully to the side of the face, grinning throughout the process.

Cruze is sent rolling to the ropes, placing his arm over the bottom one. Cage grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet, staying on the advantage/ Orlando looks to be in great pain while Cage pulls his hand back and chops him across the chest brutally, resulting in another woo while Donovan bends forward, grabbing him by the scalp.

Donovan: A chop for a chop mother fucker!

The force of the shot causes the fans to give him a woo while Orlando places his arm over his chest. Cage brushes it away before giving him another knife edge chop, this one even more brutal. A red streak is left across Orlando’s chest before Cage grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring. Donovan steps forward with arrogance and bends down when Orlando avoids the move by jumping over the back of Cage and wrapping his arms around his waist. He flips over going for a sunset flip but Donovan remains standing, swinging his arms repeatedly, trying to block the pin from being completed. Without warning Donovan slaps away one of the hands holding onto his thigh and then swings around the other one, dropping down into a quick arm grapevine submission.

He locks his legs tightly around the arm of Cruze, who kicks his legs repeatedly, shouting out in anger and trying to find a way to free himself from the submission. The fans are standing and putting their hands together, hoping that Orlando can escape this when Cruze slides his hand between the interlocked ankles of Donovan that are placed about his bicep. He pushes them apart and now forces himself up to his feet, stepping through the legs without warning as he tries to lock him in the sharpshooter to a huge reaction. They are all slapping the barricades and putting their hands together as Donovan begins to scramble backwards across the canvas in the direction of the ropes. He reaches up and grabs the middle rope, as Cruze looks exasperated, upset that he can’t lock in the sharpshooter as the official steps in, demanding he break the attempt. Orlando bends forward and lifts the legs into the air, placing them over his shoulders though and then lifting Donovan into the air before he drops onto his seat, delivering a sit down powerbomb.

Douglas: What a move by Orlando Cruze, a quick well timed counter to get Donovan into this pinning predicament.

Mayne: Come on Cage, show why you’re the best new talent here on Annihilation!

The referee drops and makes the count quickly.

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Donovan gets his shoulder up off the canvas without warning and then rolls over in reverse, getting straight onto his feet. He grabs the legs of the seated Orlando, lifting them into the air and trying to step through, attempting to lock in his own version of the sharpshooter. Without warning Orlando pushes Donovan off with his leg strength though, sending him crashing through the ropes and spilling to the outside of the ring. He lands on his feet on the outside mats, shaking his head repeatedly while landing right in front of Kloe, his eyes centering on Orlando’s valet. The fans begin to boo loudly as he starts to approach her slowly, Kloe stepping back and shouting at Donovan while Orlando slides through the cables onto the apron behind him.

The Icon flies off, connecting with a forearm to the upper back of Donovan, knocking him forward into the barricade. As he turns around, Orlando chops him sensationally across the chest once more, sweat being sent flying in all different directions. Donovan places his arms over his chest, looking to be in pain as Cruze grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him at the exposed steel turnbuckle, slamming him face first against it. Donovan bounces off and staggers backwards while Orlando grabs him by the wrist and the back of his head, dragging him towards the ring before rolling him in under the ropes. Kloe wipes her forehead as Donovan gets onto his hands and knees in the ring, Orlando beginning to slide in himself. Before he can though, Donovan drops a leg across the back of his head with a hard collision and then rolls over onto his knees, immediately slapping his arm around the neck of the Icon.

Donovan stands up, dragging Orlando up onto his feet and then hooking his leg quickly, lifting him into the air for the fisherman suplex or buster. He holds him on top of his shoulder when Orlando slides off and turns his body, landing on his feet behind his back. He wraps his arms around the waist of Cage, setting up for some type of big move before Donovan reaches back with his arm, wrapping it around the neck of Orlando. He lifts him up into the air in a stunner position with Cruze’s legs wrapping around his waist as Donovan jumps into the air, coming down onto his seat. He connects with a huge modified stunner with Cruze’s jaw bouncing off of his shoulder as he collapses onto his back.

Mayne: What a counter by Donovan Cage!

Douglas: That was quite creative I really must admit, sadly, seeing as it came from this repulsively arrogant Donovan Cage.

Donovan rolls towards Orlando, hooking his leg quickly.

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Cruze gets his shoulder up off the canvas when Donovan turns around with his body quickly and drastically, grabbing the arm of Orlando. He folds it over backwards, placing him in a laid out top wrist lock before he uses his other arm to reach around his neck, placing him in a seated side headlock as well. He has him gripped tightly in the Anaconda Vice to the despair and anger of the screaming fans, Orlando kicking both of his legs, trying his best to get himself free.

The crowd is slapping the barricades while Kloe is screaming at Cruze to kick out, to get out of this hold, to find some type of means of escape from the submission. Orlando is yelling at the top of his lungs, trying to find an escape from this hold when he suddenly begins to turn his body, beginning to force apart the clasped hands of Cage. Donovan shakes his head, sending sweat flying as his eyes bulge from their sockets, unable to believe that his submission is being broken. Orlando reaches back, grabbing the arm that is behind his neck, forcing it away as he spins his body around, getting behind it. He immediately forces Donovan down, interlocking his hands around his jaw while placing his legs around his wrist, locking him in the crossface. The entire arena goes nuts as Orlando places Donovan in one of his old trademark holds, the same submission that Johnny Kingdom utilized as one of his finishers.

Douglas: The crossface, what an amazing counter out of the Anaconda Vice into this hold, and he’s perfectly got Donovan in it.

Mayne: How did he do it, I ask you, how!?!

Dan: Uhhhh, because he has in ring skills.

Mayne: Oh.

Donovan is roaring in pain as Orlando really pulls back on his head, almost breaking his neck when Cage turns his body, beginning to slide behind the back of Cruze. Without warning he rips his head free from the hands of Cruze, turning the side of his body to the lower back of Orlando and then using his captured arm to drag the Icon in reverse. Donovan gets on his back and lifts his knees up, placing them to the spine of Cruze and locking his hand around his jaw and his thigh, applying the Locked in a Cage (Bow and Arrow Stretch). The entire arena is shocked, screaming at the top of their lungs at the sight of Donovan reversing some brilliantly from the crossface into this hold, really showing what he is made of.

Orlando shakes his head back and forth, flailing his arms wildly while locked in the bow and arrow as Donovan grinds his teeth, trying to hold it in tightly. Kloe continues to slap the apron, demanding that Orlando get out of this hold, screaming passionately at the former three time World Champion. Donovan’s eyes are enlivened with hatred and passion as Orlando continues to yell at the top of his lungs, anguish creeping through his battered body. Without warning though, Orlando grabs the hand of Donovan, pulling it towards his mouth and bitting it violently, Cage shouting out in pain as he is forced to release him. With quickness Cruze rolls sideways off the knees of Donovan, landing on his feet and grabbing the legs of Cage as he steps through them and turns Cage over onto his chest, locking him in the sharpshooter. Orlando yells out at the top of his lungs just like Donovan, who rises to his knees, roaring in anguish and shaking his head back and forth.

Douglas: The Sharpshooter, my God, what another amazing counter!

Mayne: No dammit, no, Donovan don’t tap out, don’t be worthless!

Donovan pushes himself up onto his fists, yelling as loudly as he possibly can while Orlando sits back as far as he can. The sharpshooter is almost breaking the legs and the lower back of Cage, who is in tremendous pain, lifting his hand into the air as he looks ready to tap out. However, he stops himself, digging his fingers into his palm and then slamming his fist into the canvas as he glares at the ropes. Desperately he begins to crawl towards it, dragging the entire weight of Orlando with him, the fans all standing, watching closely and going nuts. His hand slowly extends outwards for the bottom cable with sweat seeping from his exhausted body. Finally, his fingers wrap around the bottom rope to the despair and anger of the sold out crowd.

Mayne: Yes, Donovan made it, thank God, I don’t think I could put up with yet another Orlando Cruze victory.

Douglas: Orlando has been on a roll as of late, and he was just moments away from picking up another one in this contest before Donovan made it to the cables.

The referee steps in and starts a five count on Orlando before he immediately breaks the hold and steps away from the sharpshooter. He turns around and grabs the legs of Cage, pulling him away from the cables though before Donvaon turns onto his back and buries his feet into his gut. With great force he shoves him off backwards into the ropes, Orlando bouncing off as Donovan rolls in reverse onto his feet and then rushes forward into a huge clothesline. Cruze ducks it and dives forward, grabbing Donovan by the back of the tights and rolling him over into a school boy pin.

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Donovan kicks out without warning, dropping over onto his hands and knees as Orlando rolls away from him, getting onto his feet quickly. Cage stands up as well then rushes forward as Orlando catches him without warning with a drop toe hold, slamming Donovan down face first into the ring. Orlando stands up and turns around, jumping forward at the extended arm of Donovan, grabbing a hold of it as he tries to lock him in the crossface once more. Donovan pushes himself up onto his knees though, blocking the hands from interlocking around his jaw, pulling one of them away and then swinging around with his body as he stands up. He utilizes the gripped wrist to drag Orlando up onto his feet and then push it away, sending him into a spin. The Icon turns to face him when Donovan catches him with a boot to the gut and then drags his head between his legs.

Cage’s eyes are cast out over the fans as he lifts Orlando up into the air, letting him hang over his shoulder as he positions him in a crucifix, looking for the dominator from that position, the Cage-Bomb. Orlando begins to fight though without warning, sliding his arms free and sliding down the back of Cage as well. He reaches back with his legs, placing them under the arm pits of Donovan and pulling him over backwards, rolling him up into almost a quick sunset flip pin out of nowhere. The fans are going nuts as the official drops down, quickly making the count.

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Cage rolls over in reverse out of the pin when Orlando falls onto his back, lifting his legs into the air and wrapping them around the neck of Donovan, placing him in the Lights Out (Triangle Choke).

Mayne: Oh no, he’s got the triangle choke locked in on Donovan!

Douglas: He got him in that hold out of nowhere, perfectly timed by Orlando Cruze, we could see the submission here finally!

Donovan is yelling out in pain while the legs remain locked tightly about his neck, cutting off all the air from flowing to it, and nearly snapping the muscles within. Cage is still yelling out at the top of his lungs as he lifts his hand into the air and begins to tap out, submitting to the Lights Out with the crowd celebrating loudly. Orlando breaks the hold and sits up while Donovan falls onto his back, rolling across the canvas and gripping his neck.

Dan: Orlando has done it, he’s done it, he’s forced Donovan Cage to tap out to the Lights Out!

Mayne: Dammit, this winning streak of Orlando’s is really starting to irritate me. It’s getting worse than Desolation’s for crying out loud. An Orlando victory makes me sicker than eating month old Chinese food!

Donovan rolls to the outside of the ring holding his neck as Orlando gets to his feet, raising his arms in victory with sweat racing down his battered body after what was an intense singles bout. He approaches Kloe, who has risen onto the apron and plants a kiss upon her as she grabs something from her pocket and hands it to him. Cruze grabs the sheet of paper and turns towards the camera, unfolding it to reveal it as the contract that he has been continuously showing off as of late. He points in it’s direction with determination on his face.

Orlando: You’ve just got to show up and sign the contract Kingdom, that’s all, and this will all be over, but I know your too.....

Wake Up by the Lost Prophets hits the PA system, causing the entire arena to go absolutely insane, unable to resist the temptation to do so. Orlando’s eyes open widely as they shoot towards the entry way, Kloe doing the same, equally as stunned to hear these lyrics playing over the PA system.

Mayne: Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!!

Douglas: It cannot be, don’t tell me he’s here!

Cruze backs up, staring at the entry way in a stunned state when through the curtains, showing no further hesitation, strolls none other than the former year long World Heavyweight Champion, none other than Johnny Kingdom. The entire arena is exploding as the Team Leader stands at the top of the stage, glaring down the ramp straight at Orlando, who is nodding his head, looking very excited now, very energetic to be locking eyes with none other than Johnny Kingdom.

Billy: HE’S HERE, HE’S HERE!! IT’S JOHNNY FUCKING KINGDON!

Douglas: Billy, get off the announce table, I’m just as shocked as you are though! We haven’t seen him since Paranoia, but now Johnny Kingdom, the Team Leader is officially here in a ULW arena. I never thought I’d see this day, ever.

Mayne: This is the most glorious day in ULW history!!

Johnny remains at the top of the ramp, glaring straight at Orlando before he starts to march methodically towards the ring, strolling towards the Icon with little reluctance whatsoever. Cruze motions for Kloe to step off the apron as she does so, dropping off onto her feet and watching on in absolute astonishment over what she is seeing. Kingdom continues towards the squared circle in a very focused, eerily driven state, his face depicting little to no emotion whatsoever. He reaches the mats now while glaring straight at Orlando in the ring, who steps forward, holding the contract up and out in front of him. Without warning, Kingdom bolts straight at the ring, sliding under the ropes and charging up to Cruze, spearing him directly to the gut. The fans cannot hold back their enthusiasm as Orlando is driven onto his back, Kingdom crawling on top of him and throwing fists into his face immediately.

Douglas: KINGDOM AND CRUZE FIGHTING IT OUT!

Mayne: Yes, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long!!

A furious Kingdom is on top of Cruze, repeatedly hitting his jaw with closed right fist in a deranged manner. Orlando is able to push Johnny off of him though, knocking him onto his back and then crawling on top of him, hitting a flurry of right hands into his face now to a mixed reaction. Kingdom kicks his legs before he reaches up and rakes the eyes of Orlando, causing him to stand up and turn away from the Team Leader. The anger driven Johnny gets to his feet and approaches Orlando immediately, who spins around and places his arm over the chest of Kingdom, setting up for the Rock Bottom to a huge reaction from the sold out crowd.

Douglas: Johnny being welcomed back with a Rock Bottom!

Orlando begins to lift Kingdom when he back elbows Cruze to the head, causing him to break the attempt while shooting a knee up into his gut. Johnny now slaps on a front gantry, setting up for the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT), the arena erupting as the former year long World Champion prepares to hit his highly destructive finishing move. Before he can connect, Orlando places his hands to the gut of Johnny and pushes him off backwards into the cables, the Icon dropping to the canvas and immediately rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Cruze drops onto his feet and backs away from the ring now, before trying to rush at it only for Kloe to step in and grab his arm, restraining him from getting at Johnny. A livid Kingdom has stepped forward, motioning for Orlando to enter with a very intense expression on his face.

Mayne: Kloe doing the wise thing and keeping Cruze from getting into that ring with the Team Leader, the greatest World Champion in ULW history! I still cannot believe that Kingdom is back Dan.

Douglas: Much like yourself, I thought I’d never see this moment again, Kingdom seconds away from hitting the Exodus Finale on Orlando, who barely escaped it.

Johnny points over the ropes in anger at Orlando before he looks down at the contract spread across the canvas, approaching it quickly. He snatches the piece of paper up off the ring and lifts it into the air, pointing at it and shouting something.

Johnny: Is this what this is all about Orlando, is this what you want you stupid son of a bitch!?! Well you’ve got it!

Orlando backs up the ramp, being forced up it by a concerned Kloe as Johnny reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out an ink pen and immediately signing his name on the contract. The crowd unleashes a thunderous reaction as Johnny signs his name and now balls up the contract before tossing it over the ropes directly at Orlando. Johnny’s furious eyes remain locked on Cruze, who is glaring right back at him, the fans standing in anticipation of seeing the two lock up at Retribution.

Dan: Kingdom signed the contract, it is on for Retribution ladies and gentlemen!

Mayne: Orlando Cruze vs. Johnny Kingdom, the Team Leader vs. The Icon, one on one at Retribution III, I cannot wait to see these two battle it out at what is shaping up to be one of the biggest pay-per-views in ULW history!

Orlando seethes at the sight of Kingdom, as does Johnny in the ring, both men’s eyes locked upon one another as the crowd continues to cheer loudly in the background.


THESE FEET WERE MADE FOR KISSING


A mixed reaction cuts through the arena at the sight of a bear foot being held over a tub of water. A set of hands works feverishly to properly scrub the foot, cleaning it off with liquid soap as the camera pans out slowly to reveal none other than Jackson Adams seated in his black leather chair, a pleasant grin on his face. An elderly woman continues to clean his foot while Adams relaxes himself in his seat, Rusty standing over him while holding his forehead from that chair shot earlier in the evening at the hands of AWOL, both men once again lurking in the VIP dressing room.

Jackson: Ah, nothing like having you foot professionally cleaned and manicured, especially for the biggest moment in wrestling history. When Nathan not only returns what he stole from me last week, but also drops to his knees and plants a big old wet kiss on my foot in order to keep his job. It will be brilliant I tell you, something worthy of headlines all over the globe.

Jackson looks outward, properly imagining Nathan being forced to drop to the canvas and kiss his washed foot. Throughout the process he tapes up his wrist, dressed for in ring competition.

Adams: I cannot wait Rusty, I just can’t wait for this moment, my crowning achievement of sorts. It will be beautiful Rusty, not only will I get back my title, not only will Nathan kiss my foot, but Creed will also have the liberty of watching me destroy Isaac Saine, his own brother right before his very eyes, just a week removed from the TLC mat at Retribution.

Rusty: That should be a thing of beauty bud.

Adams: Oh, it will be more than beautiful, it will be.....um, what’s better than beautiful?

With confusion Adams looks up at Rusty, who raises his shoulders for a moment, trying to think of an answer.

Cage: Uhhh, glorious?

Jackson: That works. To think, it all happens coming up next as well....

Before Adams can give it anymore thought the door to the VIP room flies open and in rushes none other than “Jumpin” Jimmy Pruitt. In fact, living up to his moniker, Pruitt hops forward into the room, landing right in front of Adams and Cage as he looks back and forth in concern. JA glares distastefully upon Pruitt, as does Rusty, both men not looking impressed in the slightest.

Jackson: What the hell are you doing in my dressing room? Explain yourself right now, kid.

With wide eyes Pruitt turns towards Jackson, looking very excited.

Pruitt: I’m looking for Poppa Cherry, is he here? Grammy be so impressed if I could get his autograph, you know where he be?

Adams and Rusty both glance at one another before turning to face the jumpy Pruitt, who keeps darting his eyes back and forth, jumping with his miniature frame to face the directions he is staring into.

Adams: Who in the hell is Poppa Cherry? It sounds like something I did on my prom night.

Pruitt glares at Jackson in shock, as JA gives him a confused stare.

Jimmy: No, Poppa Cherry’s the greatest wrestler ever, I’ve got to impress him, I’ve got to show him I could be the greatest too.

He nods his head with great energy as Adams appears annoyed by his presence, feigning in interest. He leans back in his chair and begins to stroke his chin though, a grin cutting across the face of Adams, finding a prospect amusing as he kicks away the woman washing his foot and lowers it to the floor.

Adams: Okay Jimmy, if you want to impress Poppa Cherry, I have the perfect way for you to do it.

Pruitt’s eyes open wide as he nods with great enthusiasm.

Jackson: Since we’ve got Retribution coming up here soon, I’ve got the perfect idea for you, a match of sorts against a returning ULW star. How would you feel Pruitt, of showing your skill by taking on none other than the returning Anarchy?

A mixed reaction cuts through the arena as Pruitt places his finger to his chin, thinking about it.

Adams: Really, if this Poppa guy is still watching the show, he’d be very impressed if you stepped in the ring with Anarchy....

Pruitt still seems to be thinking about it as he looks at Rusty, who nods in a reassuring manner. Finally Jimmy turns back towards Jackson and nods with great excitement.

Jackson: Good, now get the hell out of here.

Jimmy quickly looks around for the exit before finding it and grinning, he rushes out and steps straight on the exposed foot of Adams in the process causing Jackson to howl in pain. Pruitt bolts out the doorway as Adams lifts his foot into the air and begins to rub it, rocking back and forth in the process.

Adams: Argh, that stupid little son of a......


COMMERCIAL BREAK



AN UNEXPECTED GUEST


Once again the crowd reacts loudly, chiming in with enthusiastically as the camera opens on Nathan Creed lurking once again in his dressing room, a cell phone placed to the side of his still sweating head. His feet drag across the carpet with both title belts hanging from his other hand, appearing very annoyed, yet more so determined than ever as he carries on a conversation with the gentlemen on the other line.

Nathan: Yeah, listen Kyle, I’m telling you, I’m not going through with it, so stop worrying. I’d rather be fired than go out there and disgrace everything that I stand for, I’m not going to allow myself to betray my principles. Instead of heading to that ring, dropping to the canvas and planting a kiss on Jackson’s feet, he’s in store for only one thing, my foot, going up his ass!

The crowd cheers loudly on the inside of the arena as Nathan shakes his head and continues to pace back and forth with a bit of anger emanating from his still tired body.

Creed: So be ready Kyle, when I......

A light, almost feminine tapping can be heard at the door behind Creed, who turns around sharply to stare at the wooden structure. A slight grin forms on his face, realizing that the knock could only belong to Robin Brooks.

Nathan: Hey Kyle, I’ll call you back in a few minutes man, I’ve got an unexpected guest.

Nathan hangs up the phone and licks his lips as he approaches the door quickly.

Nathan: What’s wrong Robin, you forget something....?

With great excitement, Nathan twists the door knob and opens it only to find a steel chair cracking violently into his ribs, the crowd’s reaction changing on the inside of the arena. None other than Romeo Damascus now steps into the room and drives the point of the chair down into the back of Nathan’s neck, causing him to fall to his knees and drop the title belts on the ground. A furious Damascus bends forward, grabbing Creed by the back of the head.

Romeo: You are going to kiss his feet Nathan, you will be embarrassed, just like Robin embarrassed me!

Damascus drags a battered Nathan out of the room and throws him into the pure white wall, Creed smacking off of it as he crashes onto his back. He turns and begins to crawl down the hallway as Romeo picks up the Livewire title, thrusting it over his shoulder and continuing after Creed, forcing him towards the ring.


PUCKER UP


The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now with one bare foot, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet in a cocky manner on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. A chair has been set up for him in the ring which he slides into before grabbing a clothe from the interior of his pants and rubbing it against his bare foot, sticking it out with a giant, arrogant smirk on his face.

Dan: I cannot believe this, Romeo Damascus has jumped Nathan Creed backstage and he’s dragging him to the ring for this, I find it absolutely appalling, I really do.

Mayne: You find everything appalling Dan, your too damned sensitive. Your like a damn woman with menopause.

Jackson twiddles his toes in anticipation, grinning widely with arrogance as he is handed a microphone now, the GM for the evening lifting it slowly to his lips.

Jackson: Ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over, the time is now, we’re finally going to see Nathan Creed show the type of man that he really is.

The boos become even louder as a grin forms on Adams’ face, shaking it back and forth.

Adams: No, no, don’t boo me, boo Nathan Creed, for you see, he’s the man who is going to come out here and betray all the things he thought he believed in. He got himself into this situation when he broke his own rules at Paranoia and used the ropes to pin me and steal the Livewire title from the greatest Champion this federation has ever known. Then after I made a police action, after I rightfully reclaimed what was stolen from me, he yet again went against the morales and standards that he’s preached so endlessly about by coming out and once more taking my property. So tonight, him coming to the ring and dropping before me to kiss my feet and return my championship, shouldn’t be just another instance when he’s betrayed everything that he believed in.

The boos are deafening at this point as Jackson rolls his eyes and progresses with his speech, turning towards the entry way and extending his hand in it’s direction.

Jackson: Therefore, without further ado, I shall bring out the man who’s very livelihood is going to be on the line right here tonight, just a week before his career will be killed anyway in the tables, ladders and chairs match for the Livewire Championship. I bring to you all, the man who return my stolen property, the man who will bow down before me and lick the crude from between my toes. Your so called hero, Nathan Creed!

More disdain emanates from the sold out crowd as Jackson graciously extends his hand outward in the direction of the entry way, motioning towards the curtains.

Douglas: This is absolutely unbelievable, where’s Jackson’s crown and scepter?

Mayne: What the fuck is that suppose to mean?

Dan: Oh God, it’s over your head and below your knees.

Billy: I don’t even get that!

Jackson continues to motion towards the entry way when Nathan Creed staggers out onto the stage, falling onto it upon all fours. The crowd is livid as Romeo Damascus storms out after him, throwing down a steel chair upon the stage and then lobbing a forearm over the back of Creed. Nathan roars in pain as Romeo grabs him around the head and the tights, pulling him to his feet and then throwing him down the ramp, sending him into a roll in the direction of the ring. Jackson perks up even more in his chair, the GM for the evening getting very excited as he rubs his hands together gleefully.

Dan: Would you look at this bullshit, Romeo is forcing Nathan to the ring, he’s going to force Creed to turn over that Livewire title and kiss his arch enemies bare foot!

Mayne: This is perhaps the single greatest moment in the annals of ULW history, Dan, never before has there been something as auspicious as this.

Jackson is still grinning widely as Romeo throws the Livewire title over the ropes and into the ring before sliding his hands into the hair of a battered Creed. He forces Nathan up onto his feet and pulls him towards the ring before rolling him in under the cables and hopping onto the apron, entering himself. Creed gets onto his elbows and knees, sweat dripping from his battered body as Romeo steps to the title and grabs a hold of it, gazing at his reflection in the gold plate. He tosses it to Jackson Adams, who catches it out of the air and admires the championship. JA lovingly pulls the strap up to the side of his face, nestling it against his body as he rocks from side to side, grinning rather widely. Damascus now grabs the head of Nathan and begins to pull him closer and closer to the foot of Adams.

Romeo: Your going to kiss it and your going to love it Nathan. You stole a kiss from my sweet Robin, and now you’ll steal a kiss from these stinky, repulsive feet.

Nathan’s lips are pushed down in the direction of the foot as Jackson continues to twiddle his toes in great anticipation, sitting up throughout the process. Romeo continues to shove his head downward in the direction of his foot as Creed tries his best to fight it with every ounce of his strength and energy, determined not to do it with the crowd standing, buzzing hoping he can fight it off.

Douglas: Don’t do it Creed, fight it, fight it!

Mayne: He’s going to kiss that foot dammit! He has too, rather he’s being forced to do it or not if he wants to keep his job.

Jackson leans forward, slapping Creed on the back of his head and shouting at him loudly.

Adams: Kiss my foot damn you, kiss it!

Romeo blasts the back of Nathan with a forearm, trying to weaken him as he attempts to push his lips down onto the big toe of Adams who is still embracing his Livewire title. Right as Nathan’s lips are just a few inches away from the big toe of Adams, the crowd goes absolutely nuts, Robin Brooks charging from the backstage area straight at the ring.

Douglas: Robin coming to the ring!

Billy: I thought she was mad at Nathan, why can’t she stop sticking her nose in business that doesn’t involve her.

Nathan is still fighting it as Romeo turns and spots Brooks, his face lighting up as Robin jumps onto the apron and then springs onto the top rope. She now flies off, soaring through the air and connecting with a clothesline to throat of Damascus, taking him down to the canvas, with the fans erupting into cheers. Romeo rolls over quickly, getting to his feet as does Brooks, who spins around into a quick leg lariat, knocking Damascus down to the canvas yet again across his back. He finally rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes when Jackson gets out of his chair and grips the Livewire title tightly. Nathan looks up just in time to spot Adams rush up behind the standing Brooks and clock her in the back of the head with the Championship belt. The fans erupt into a wave of boos at the sight of this as Robin is knocked to the canvas and sent rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Robin Brooks taking out Romeo Damascus, then being clocked in the back of the head with the damned title belt, I cannot believe this madness that has erupted out here.

Mayne: All thanks to Brooks, she turned something that should have been simple, into absolute insanity.

Adams grins as he turns back towards Nathan, who has stood up and connects with a vicious knife edge chop, knocking JA almost out of his boots. Jackson crashes onto the canvas and rolls across the ring, quickly getting to his feet when Nathan chops him brutally across the sternum yet again, knocking him backwards in the direction of the turnbuckle. JA falls into the corner with his arms hanging over the ropes as Nathan violently chops him across the chest once more, causing his legs to kick up into the air from the shot. Creed steps in absolutely livid once more when Adams pokes him straight in the eye, Nathan turning away and beginning to stagger towards the center of the ring. Jackson drops to the canvas behind him and launches a forearm straight upward into his testicles from behind, causing Nathan to howl in pain as he tries to cover up and tumbles to his knees.

Jackson rises to his feet, looking very proud of his actions when from the back now charges none other than Isaac Saine, the fans going absolutely insane at the sight of him.

Mayne: What the hell, now Isaac is coming out here too!?!

Douglas: This thing is becoming completely unglued.

Isaac slides under the ropes into the ring and charges straight at Jackson, who turns around and walks right into a lariat to his throat, sending him down to the canvas. Jackson rolls across the ring and spills to the outside mats while Isaac storms around the squared circle, looking all fired up, really wanting to get this thing started. Meanwhile, Romeo Damascus on the outside has scooped Robin Brooks up into his arms, The Black Widow looking out it as Romeo carries her up the ramp and towards the backstage. He seems legitimately fearful for her condition as he carries her like a bride towards the backstage area, God only knows what his intentions being for the lovely, young out cold Brooks.

Nathan spots this from the corner of his eye, grabbing the Livewire title off the canvas as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, beginning to rush up the ramp while gripping his testicles in order to stop Romeo from getting away with the unconscious Brooks. The fans are still going nuts as Isaac now approaches the microphone sitting on the canvas, snatching it up and placing it to his lips as he points to the outside of the ring at Jackson, who is sitting up back first against the barricade.

Isaac: Enough of this horseshit Jackson, if Mark Comeau wants us to go one on one, then no more waiting, let’s do it dammit!

Isaac tosses the microphone down hard and calls for Jackson to get up with the fans all going nuts, Adams looking around a bit shifty eyed as he rises to his feet.

Mayne: He can’t be serious, Adams isn’t ready for a match.

Douglas: Um, he’s dressed for one, and he knew it was coming up like next.

Billy: Quit being a smart ass Dan, with all your observations.


ISSAC SAINE VS. JACKSON ADAMS


Jackson cautiously gets to his feet and rolls under the ropes to the interior of the ring, Isaac grabbing the chair Adams was seated on and throwing it over the ropes, demanding that they tie up right now. An official rushes from the back and towards the ring as Jackson slowly gets to his feet, still with bare foot. Both individuals lock up in a collar elbow tie up, battling with one another for leverage. Jackson quickly drops down to the canvas, fireman carrying Isaac over onto his seat, grabbing a hold of his arm in the process. Isaac begins to fight his way upwards almost immediately. He throws a forearm into the throat of Jackson breaking his arm lock and then stepping around behind his back, placing him in a hammerlock. Jackson slaps his shoulder, trying to power his way out of the hold before utilizing his nimble body to it's full advantage. He turns and steps under the arm of Isaac, folding it up and placing behind his back, applying a hammerlock of his own now. Isaac tries to squirm free before he bends forward, reaching between his leg and grabbing Adams by the ankle. He pulls it into the air, causing him to drop backwards. He now turns around, grabbing Adams’ leg and then rolling him onto his stomach, applying a Boston leg crab. Jackson pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking to be in slight pain before he quickly pulls himself across the canvas towards the ropes. Saine changes things up now though, grabbing both of his legs, setting him up into the liontamer before sitting down on top of his shoulder blades and grabbing his legs by the shins, holding them into the air. The crowd cheers the sight of the submission hold as Jackson grinds his teeth in pain, reaching out for the ropes quickly, which he was able to crawl mere inches from. An angry Jackson’s fingers wrap around the bottom one, the referee stepping into Isaac's face, demanding that he break the lock.

Douglas: Some great back and forth action between these two thus far in this contest.

Billy: It's amazing considering Saine is a complete idiot, and from a lesser, much, much lesser roster.

Saine breaks the hold and steps into the face of the referee as Jackson grabs the ropes and rises to his feet quickly. Isaac turns and spots him, rushing in quickly when Jackson drops down to the canvas, pulling down the top rope and causing him to charge into it before spilling over them to the outside of the ring. Saine crashes hard back first into the mats, immediately grabbing his spine and rolling onto his side in a great deal of pain. Feeling the effects of that near fatal collision last week. He turns towards the ring where Jackson has already risen to a standing base. In a quick manner, Adams charges across the canvas quickly and slides under the ropes feet first, turning his entire body however and wrapping his legs around the neck of Saine. Jackson’s body drops over the mats as he delivers a huge leg scissors take down, throwing Isaac into the air. The former World champion crashes hard into the mats before he sits up grinding his teeth in pain. Jackson rises to his feet and steps towards him, grabbing Saine by the hair and rolling him onto his knees.

Adams throws a hard right hand into his face, followed by another as Saine works his way to a standing position. He suddenly delivers a quick, vicious knife edge chop across Isaac's chest, followed by another that results in a huge woo from the sold out crowd. The referee very loudly states that he's counting to ten, reaching 6 before Jackson grabs Isaac Saine by the back of the head, rolling him into the ring under the ropes. Saine rolls onto his hands and knees, looking to be in a good deal of pain through his lower back as Jackson slides through the ropes and charges in. Saine side steps him however and lifts JA up by his arm pit, hiptossing him over onto the canvas. He lands spine first as Saine quickly drops down to his knees, grabbing his arm and folding it up in a top wrist lock, placing it behind his head.

Jackson begins to shake his head once again, appearing infuriated before starting to stand up slowly, using his leg strength to will himself upwards. As he does so, his arm stretches out, Saine stepping behind it as he holds him in a typical arm lock. Jackson rises all the way to his feet almost, clinching his first and getting ready to throw a punch when Isaac turns and hip tosses him over onto him back. JA is lying across the canvas as Saine drops down, locking his legs around the targeted arm, applying a grapevine submission. Jackson tries to push his legs off to the best of his abilities yet is unable to do so.

Dan: Look at this, Isaac Saine is just keeping to the attack on Jackson's arm.

Mayne: Both of these competitors are taking a very technical approach to this match.

Jackson shouts in pain, trying to pull his arm free. Finally he pulls himself towards the ropes, dragging Saine tied around his arm along side him. Jackson quickly grabs the bottom rope, the referee stepping over Isaac and demanding he break the submission hold. In anger Isaac rolls away from Jackson, getting onto his hands and knees looking irritated. He gets to his feet and steps towards Jackson who steps in and gives him an absolutely vicious knife edge chop across the chest. Isaac is taken down to the canvas across his back. He rolls onto his hands and knees, then rises to his feet when Jackson kicks him to the gut and places him in a front facelock. Jackson quickly grabs him by the back of the pants and suplexes him over onto the canvas hard. The crowd is surprised by the vicious impact of the suplex. Saine sits up holding his spine in pain as Jackson stands up and stomps him to the back of the head. Isaac grabs his neck when Jackson steps to his side and gives him a devestating superkick to the back of his head. Jackson steps back as Saine rolls onto his hands and knees, shouting in pain as he places his hand over his head.

The fans are groaning loudly over the extreme impact of the kick as Jackson steps towards Saine and drops down, placing him in a front facelock. Isaac begins to shout in pain once more, reaching for his neck with the air being deprived to his head. They both rest on their knees when Isaac pushes himself upwards slowly. He seems to be sluggish in his pace, getting all the way to his feet with Jackson still gripping him in the front facelock. Saine quickly stands up, backdropping Adams over onto the canvas. Jackson reaches out quickly, placing his arms around Saine’s waist, trying to roll him over onto his back for a sunset flip pin. Isaac's arms begin flailing, trying to get out of the attempt before he finally just drops to his knees, placing them on top of Jackson's shoulders and grabbing him around the legs in a pinning predicament.

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Jackson rolls Saine backwards into a pin now.

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Isaac rolls backwards quickly and stands up in one quick burst. He reaches out and grabs the legs of Jackson, lifting them into the air, trying to roll him over for a double boston leg crab. Without warning Jackson uses all of his leg strength to pull Saine down to the canvas, grabbing him by the back of the head and placing him in a small package pin.

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Isaac is able to power his way out of the pin, rolling across the canvas. He stands up quickly as does Jackson in front of him. The former Livewire Champion charges in quickly when Saine catches him under the arm, hiptossing him onto the canvas once again. Saine quickly drops down, locking the arm up into an abdominal stretch. Jackson begins to yell in pain, shaking his head as the referee asks him if he'd like to submit. Finally Isaac bends forward, grabbing the legs of Jackson, placing one of them over his other legs knee and then grabbing her by the back of the shin. He now lifts Adams into the air, keeping him in the abdominal stretch yet mainly holding her up by her folded up legs.

Dan: Saine is right back on the offensive and he has now locked in a very unique submission hold here. In fact, that’s actually the War Crimes, AWOL’s finishing submission hold.

Billy: Come on GM, get out of this damn hold, get out of this pirated submission.

Jackson quickly throws a back elbow into the chin of Saine with his free arm, then does it again. The shots finally cause him to break the hold as Jackson falls down onto the canvas across his back. Saine quickly reaches down, grabbing Jackson by the legs, lifting them into the air and wrapping his arms around his waist. Isaac lifts Adams into the air quickly, as if about to throw him backwards but instead just lifts him up onto his shoulder in a back drop suplex position. The crowd suddenly erupts as Saine throws him off to his side, turning him around in mid air so he's staring downward at the canvas. He quickly wraps his arm around Jackson’s neck and falls down back first to the canvas, delivering a vicious DDT from that position. Jackson flops into the air and then drops onto his back, staring up at the rafters in shock from the Hurricane DDT.

Isaac stands up and turns towards him when He suddenly rushes in and jumps into the air going for a leg drop when Jackson sits up, causing him to crash posterior first onto the canvas. Isaac grabs his back in pain when Jackson stands up holding his forward before stepping around behind his back. He quickly bends forward and places Isaac in a dragon sleeper, hooking up one of his arms in the process as well. Isaac begins to roar in pain, his other arm flailing wildly, reaching for the ropes which are seemingly miles away from him. Saine begins to push himself upwards, refusing to stay down as he gets closer and closer to a vertical position. Jackson stands up as well, continuing to hold onto the dragon sleeper as Saine finally plants his feet on the canvas. Jackson quickly turns his body, placing his other arm around the neck of Isaac and dropping down to the canvas, delivering the final cut, a version of Nathan Creed’s Total Domination.

The crowd erupts at the quick reversal and shouts in boos as Adams gets onto his knees and looks out over the fans with his arms extended out to his sides, smiling.

Jackson: Stop booing you jackasses, you know that was better than Creed’s!

Mayne: You tell them Jackson, that looked much better than Nathan’s Total Domination, that’s for sure.

Douglas: Would you stop it already? Your head is so far up Jackson’s ass the two of you are swapping spit. However, knowing your love for Adams, perhaps you don’t have to be far up his ass to do that.

Billy: I wouldn’t even try to dignify that with a response.

More boos cut through the arena before Jackson turns and climbs on top of Saine, hooking his leg.

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Isaac gets his shoulder up, pressing himself up onto his other one in the process. He has a glazed over look to his eyes as Jackson grabs him around the chin, pulling him up to his feet. Jackson quickly throws a right hand into his face, followed by another before stepping in and nearly leveling him with a European Uppercut. The force of which knocks him back first into the turnbuckle, appearing a bit winded in the process now. Jackson steps to his side and gives him an absolutely devastating chop across the chest. Saine's legs kick into the air but his arms, which are spread over the ropes, keeping him standing. Jackson takes a step in reverse and then moves in quickly delivering a scintillating superkick right to his chin. Saine's neck is pressed against the turnbuckle hard before he drops down to his seat upon the canvas, his arms dropping to the canvas. He looks completely out of it as Jackson steps around the ring, examining the sold out crowd before he finally turns towards Isaac and charges in. JA extends her arms outward, placing them against both ropes and then pressing himself upwards high into the air. He continues to grip the ropes before pulling himself down quickly into a front dropkick, straight to the forehead of Isaac. The fans are shocked as Jackson rolls backwards across the canvas.

Billy: What impact! Jackson is definitely trying to pull out all the stops to beat what many consider, to be the brother of his biggest rival.

Saine remains back first against the turnbuckle, looking out of it as Jackson steps towards him quickly. She steps in and begins to stomp him to the chest and forehead repeatedly, absolutely infuriated it seems. She finally grabs Saine around the neck and pulls him to his feet at a grueling pace before burying her shoulder into his ribs and lifting him into the air. She sits him on the top rope when Saine suddenly hits her with a hard right hand across the face, followed by another, trying to knock her backwards. She seems to become disorientated when Isaac pulls her into a front facelock, setting up for a tornado DDT. Jackson throws a forearm into the gut of Isaac, causing his arm to break away from his throat.

Adams grabs him by the back of the head quickly and then gives him a hard Euro Uppercut, nearly knocking him off the turnbuckle. He remains seated somehow though, bending forward when Jackson jumps onto the second rope and springs into the air, turning and connecting with an almost buzzsaw like kick to the side of his head. Saine is knocked sideways yet somehow remains seated on the turnbuckle. The fans are booing their heads off when Jackson backs away from Isaac, turning towards him once again with a sinister glint in his eye. JA quickly charges forward now, stepping up the ropes and jumping into the air, wrapping his legs around his neck and dropping in reverse. A huge reaction emanates from the crowd before Saine stands up, wrapping his arms around the legs of Jackson, hanging him upside down. He now places his legs in front of the arms of Jackson and jumps forward. He connects with an absolutely breathtaking Styles Clash, slamming Jackson hard face first into the canvas. He quickly rolls onto his seat, keeping his legs wrapped around Jackson's arms and dragging him into a pinning predicament at the same time.

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Jackson kicks out as the crowd sits back in shock. Saine rolls onto his knees, staring back and forth in a state of disbelief. His eyes turn towards the turnbuckle now, causing a grand response from the sold out crowd.

Dan: Isaac could be looking to end this once and for all, maybe setting up for that huge moonsault we’ve seen him connect with several times in his past.

Mayne: If he goes high risk, it sure as hell isn’t going to pan out for him, mark my words.

Isaac moves up the turnbuckle with great haste, yet stops periodically, shaking the cobwebs from his head. Jackson slowly rolls onto his elbows and knees, appearing to be in a great deal of pain. Isaac rises to his feet on the top rope when Jackson charges forward, stepping up the ropes and then jumping into the air. He wraps his legs around the neck of Saine and drops in reverse, throwing him across the ring with a huge hurricarana. The entire arena goes insane, standing up and clapping their hands at the sight of both individuals now lying on the canvas. They appear exhausted already after all this incredible back and forth action. The referee steps in and begins to make a ten count over both their battered bodies.

Both individuals begin to move at the same time, as the referee reaches a 5 count. Isaac rises to his feet, while Jackson does the same, both individuals looking winded. Saine quickly turns towards Jackson as he greets him with a hard right hand across the face. Saine takes a few steps in reverse, looking nearly out of it when Jackson lifts his leg into the air and spins around, going for a quick, hard hitting spinning heel kick. Isaac steps under it however and turns back around towards him, burying his shoulder to his spine and lifting JA into the air. He seems to be setting up for a back drop suplex before he stumbles backwards towards the ropes and throws him over them in reverse. Jackson flips backwards, grabbing the top rope and landing feet first on the apron when Isaac turns around, spotting him and holding the back of his neck.

Isaac quickly charges in with a head full of steam and dives through the ropes for a spear. Jackson however grips the top rope and jumps into the air, flying over them into the ring as Saine soars through the ropes, connecting with not Jackson, but the ringside mats. He smacks into them hard and then rolls over onto his back, grinding his teeth in pain. He reaches down grabbing his lower back as he slowly rolls onto his hands and knees, beginning to push himself upwards to his feet. Jackson continues to hold the top rope, pulling himself over and landing feet first on the second rope. He quickly springs into the air and turns, flying at Saine with a version of the crossbody. Isaac moves out of the way at the last second, causing him to smack chest and ribs first into the barricade. The entire crowd groans with anguish as Jackson smacks into the steel with great impact and bounces off hard, collapsing onto the mats across his back as he rolls up into a ball. Saine rests on his knees now, catching his breath before rising to his feet slowly.

Dan: What a dangerous impact with that barricade! You talk about disturbing.

Mayne: Adams could have been injured by something like that, this has gone beyond dangerous ladies and gentlemen.

Saine grabs Jackson by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet at an agonizing pace. Jackson is almost unable to stand as he grips his ribs in tremendous pain. Isaac quickly shoots a half nelson and charges him towards the steel steps before throwing him forward and downward, head first into them. The top half of the steps goes for a flight as Jackson crashes onto his back, staring into the rafters in a near unconscious state. The crowd groans at the sound of the impact as Isaac steps towards the announce table, leaning sideways against it. He finally steps towards Jackson and grabs him by the back of the head as he steps up onto the bottom half of the steps. The fans are shocked as Saine drags Jackson's head in between his legs, setting up for the spike piledriver as he reaches down and grabs him around the waist. Jackson suddenly stands up to an even greater surprise from the fans, causing Isaac to flip over and crash spine first into the hard mats.

Saine elevates himself off the mats, shouting in pain as he grabs his back. Jackson lies on top of the steps, trying to find the strength to stand up while gripping his chest and ribs. Adams finally gets the strength to do so before stepping towards Isaac and grabbing him around the neck. He rolls him over onto his knees and stands him up before pulling his head back and slamming him face first into the apron. The referee stands in the ring, not wanting to disqualify any individual but finally starting a ten count once he sees that he has Jackson's attention. Saine falls to his knee but is helped back up by Jackson who rolls him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. The former Livewire Champion slides under the ropes and crawls across his knees towards Isaac, favoring his ribs before he steps over his head. He quickly grabs Isaac by the head, rolling him onto his knees and stepping behind his back. Jackson places him in a cobra clutch, wrapping both of his arms around his throat before dropping down onto his seat, burying his knees deeply into the back of Isaac, resting his feet on the backs of Saine’s shins and keeping the cobra clutch applied. Saine bends backwards far, his spine in a great deal of pain as he shouts at the top of his lungs, the crowd watching on closely, wondering if he's ready to submit.

Mayne: Look at this hold Jackson has got Isaac locked up in. It's got to be really torqueing the body of Saine.

Dan: That's got to be doing extensive damage ladies and gentlemen, especially after all Isaac’s body has endured in this contest thus far.

Isaac roars in pain, his body obviously being contorted at an ungodly angle with the air to his head also being cut off. Jackson shouts at him to submit yet Saine refuses to, fighting through the pain overwhelming his damaged body. He finally pushes pulls one of his legs free, placing it on the canvas and then doing the same with the other, causing Jackson to rise to his feet, taking her knees away from his back. The crowd rises to it's feet cheering on Saine who moves closer, inch by inch to his feet, resulting in Jackson doing the same. The crowd cheers once they see Jackson and Saine standing. Jackson grips Isaac in the cobra clutch yet he seems ready to power of it. Suddenly Jackson jumps into the air, placing his knees to Isaac’s spine and dropping back first onto the canvas. He pulls Saine down with the cobra clutch into a vicious backbreaker variation. Saine shouts in pain as he flops into the air and rolls onto his stomach, reaching for his back in absolute agony. Jackson stands up and steps over him. He now pulls his head up and places him in the dragon clutch camel clutch variation. The crowd goes ballistic with anger as Saine begins to shout in tremendous pain, a great deal of damage being done to his lower back. Once again the referee steps in inquiring as to rather or not he submits. Isaac shouts no, through blocking out the pain, sweat dripping down both individuals faces. A Isaac Saine chant fills the arena, the crowd rising to it's feet and begging him to keep this match going. Saine slowly, painstakingly begins to listen, dedication setting into his eyes.

Douglas: Look at Saine, he's still fighting ladies and gentlemen, even though he's in this tough submission applied by Jackson Adams.

Mayne: Why doesn't he just tap out already, his back has got to be killing him.

Dan: Isaac will not submit, he will not give into the pain of this hold., he is not the type accustom to tapping out.

Billy: Are you kidding me? He’s tapped to Hurse, twice.

Saine slowly begins to push himself upwards, utilizing every fiber of his being to do so. Jackson shakes his head in disbelief as Isaac works his way up slowly. Jackson is forced to break the submission hold before he bends forward, wrapping his arms around the neck of Saine, placing him in the sleeper hold. Isaac tries to fight through the lack of oxygen to his head. He finally begins to rise to his feet though, his arms flailing wildly once again. Jackson places every ounce of strength he's got into the sleeper yet Saine refuses to stay down. He suddenly charges forward and drops down to the canvas, throwing Jackson forward through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

The crowd continues to go insane as Jackson crashes back first into the mats, rolling over towards the entrance ramp. Sweat drips from her face as Saine grips his back in tremendous pain yet quickly rushes at the ropes. Jackson stands up on the outside of the ring as Saine dives through the cables, connecting with a huge suicide headbunt directly onto Adams. Both individuals crash into the canvas as Isaac immediately begins to flop up and down on the canvas gripping his back in severe pain. The fans are on their feet, now chanting holy shit at the top of their lungs while Jackson lies on the mats, looking out of it. Saine pushes himself up onto one elbow, his hand over his lower back, fighting through the fatigue and pain as he finally rises to his feet, still in horrible pain as he steps towards Jackson and stands him up slowly. He grips him by the back of the head and drags him towards the barricade before pulling her in reverse and then slamming her face first into the har barricade. Jackson stands up, grabbing her face and stumbling around in confusion. Isaac quickly grabs her by the back of the head and tights, rushing her towards the ring and then rolls him in under the ropes. Jackson is completely lying out cold across the canvas as Saine jumps onto the apron and now begins to climb the turnbuckle, perhaps going for that moonsault again.

He turns and looks back and forth at the screaming fans, all of them knowing what is coming next. They can see the Saine moonsault looming in the distance as Jackson painstakingly works his way upwards, trying to straighten himself out. Adams seems completely disorientated as Isaac begins to stand up on the turnbuckle, holding his lower back and staring intently at Jackson. Without warning Adams suddenly turns and steps towards Saine, kicking him violently to the ankle, knocking both of his feet off the ropes and causing him to rack himself upon turnbuckle. A mixture of boos and cheers fill the arena as Saine's face tells the entire story behind the metallic mask, obviously in extreme anguish. He reaches for his lower back and testicles as Jackson bends him forward. Jackson shakes the cobwebs from her head yet applies a front facelock on Isaac, taking a few steps in reverse before dropping down to the canvas, pulling Saine face first into the canvas with a high impact DDT. A huge reaction descends over the arena as Isaac stands on top of his head and then drops onto his side rolling onto his back after the hard impact.

Mayne: Ohhhh!!! What a DDT! This match is over, it's gotta be!

Douglas: I don't know if I can disagree after seeing something as absolutely vile as that.

Jackson slowly crawls towards Isaac, placing his arm over his chest as the fans stand, watching closely. The referee quickly drops to the canvas and makes the count.

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The fans are shocked as Saine's arm comes off the canvas at the last possible second. Jackson sits up mouthing profanities as Isaac remains on the canvas, completely out of it it seems. Jackson refuses to believe that wasn’t enough as he gets to his knees, running his hands over his sweaty head, absolutely exhausted by the incredible pace of this contest. He finally stands up, forcing himself to his feet with sweat dripping from his body as he grabs Isaac around the head, rolling him onto his knees. With pain emanating from every ounce of his body, Isaac hooks both of his arms, forcing him up onto his feet, setting for his version of the Angel’s Wings, the Double Take.

He seems about to hit it when Isaac swings his body around out of it, grabbing the wrist of Adams and then pulling him in towards his body. Jackson throws a lariat as he is pulled in, Isaac stepping around behind his back and locking up his arms around his throat, setting for the Psychotic Episode. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as Isaac hoists Jackson into the air only for him to turn without warning. He gets out of the cobra clutch as he spins to face Isaac, placing his feet to his gut and wrapping his hands around the back of his head. Jackson falls to his back, hitting a monkey flip that sends Isaac going into a cartwheel instead, landing on his feet somehow as he rushes backwards into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Adams who rolls towards him, Saine jumping over him and continuing into the other cables.

Jackson begins to roll towards him once more when Isaac instead rushes up the ropes, showing incredible agility as he steps onto the top rope and flips over backwards. The fans scream as Saine hits the moonsault, all of his massive weight coming down onto the chest and stomach of Jackson, who goes into convulsions on the canvas, Isaac immediately dropping into the cover as he hooks his leg.

Dan: THE MOONSAULT, Isaac finally hit it with great agility for someone of his proportions!

Mayne: Jackson has a plan, he has a plan dammit, he had to have had this scouted!

Isaac hooks the leg of Jackson with desperation, the crowd still going nuts.

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Jackson gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last second, turning onto his side with sweat spilling from his exhausted, battered body. He slides his hands into the hair of Isaac, painstakingly dragging him upwards with every bit of his remaining energy. As Jackson rises to his feet Isaac grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring, charging into the cables. As he comes back in Isaac catches him in a tilt a whirl then lifts him up into a powerbomb position on his shoulders, perhaps setting up for the Psychotic Urge. Before he can hit it though, Adams reaches down with his hands, digging his fingers into his eyes and then pushing himself over the head of Saine. He drops on his feet behind his back and turns around, grabbing his arms as he turns him into a position for the unprettier. Isaac pulls his head free and bends down, sticking it under the posterior of Adams and then lifting him up into the air with brute strength into an electric chair drop position. Isaac pushes him around though and then powerbombs him down to the canvas with brute strength, the spine of Adams slamming hard into the canvas.

Isaac roars as he lifts Jackson up off the canvas and then powerbombs him down yet again into the ring, delivering the Sinister Urge. Adams shouts out in pain as Isaac lifts him up into the air yet again and now lets him slide over his shoulders, placing him in a crucifix as he sets for the Psychosis Bomb. As he is about to hit it, Jackson squirms free without warning, sliding off his back and pulling dowm his arms in the process. Jackson spins Isaac around and jumps into the air, dragging Saine down face first into the canvas with the Unprettier. The crowd groans and boos as Isaac rolls onto his back, Jackson getting to his knees and scrambling into the cover, hooking his leg out of desperation.

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Isaac kicks out to a huge reaction from the fans, Adams sitting up on the canvas, shouting “no” as loud as he can.

Douglas: Isaac kicked out of the unprettier, my God what a great one on one match this has been to main event Annihilation.

Mayne: Why won’t Isaac stay down, why won’t he let Jackson go over in this match, he’s getting worse than Lethal Weapon for crying out loud.

Jackson is sweating heavily as he gets to his feet, Isaac turning onto his hands and knees as well. Both men are racing one another to their feet when Jackson slaps his bicep and rushes forward into the ropes in front of the rising Isaac. He bounces off the cables and comes charging back in when Isaac catches his arm, stepping around behind his back, and pulling it around Adams’ throat, setting up for the Psychotic Episode to a huge eruption of cheers from the fans.

Dan: The Psychotic Episode!

Adams mule kicks Isaac straight to the testicles, causing him to bend forward, shouting out in pain while Jackson spins around and underhooks both of his arms, yet again going for the Double Take. Isaac drops down out of the underhook though and launches his forearm straight into the balls of Adams, giving him a huge, blatant low blow right in front of the referee. The official turns and calls for the bell as the crowd vocalizes their fury at the sight of this, Isaac seemingly only getting Jackson back for his actions a few seconds away.

Mayne: For once a referee finally does the right thing and calls for a DQ when there’s blatant cheating going on.

Douglas: Come off it now, come off it right now Billy! Adams gave Isaac a low blow, way before Saine did, this a bullshit decision by the referee.

Mayne: Your such a hypocrite Dan, you can’t let one man cheat, and another get away with it.

Adams falls to his knees and grips his testicles as Isaac stands up and shrugs his shoulders, as if he doesn’t care. He drops down now to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, lifting the tarp hanging from the squared circle and reaching underneath. To the shock of the crowd, Saine removes a 2x4 wrapped in age old razor wire.

Mayne: Oh my God, no, no, don’t do it Isaac, don’t give into those psychotic tendencies!

Douglas: Isaac has snapped ladies and gentlemen!

Billy: He didn’t snap, he’s just a sadist!

Isaac rolls under the ropes back into the ring as the official steps up into his face, demanding he drop the 2x4 which only causes Saine to grin widely. He swings it at the head of the referee who drops to the canvas in terror and rolls to the outside, staying clear of this madman. Jackson rolls to his hands and knees, beginning to stand up slowly as he turns to face Isaac, who begins to shout something at the dazed former Livewire Champion.

Isaac: This one is for Nathan Creed mother fucker!

Isaac bolts across the ring and levels Jackson with the 2x4, the razor wire cutting into the flesh of Adams’ forehead and sending him crashing down hard into the canvas. A huge reaction, consisting of cheers rain down upon the ring as Adams grabs his face, rolling back and forth, shouting in pain as blood begins to drip from his lacerated scalp. Isaac shakes his head, as if not through yet.

Isaac: And this one goes out to you, Mark Comeau!

Isaac sits Jackson up and now buries the razor wire into his forehead, rubbing it back and forth across his scalp and causing him to yell out in horrendous pain as blood flows in pints down his features.

Mayne: I told you this man was a sadist, look what he’s doing to Jackson Adams, he’s leaving him in the same condition that he was the last time these two met one on one in an Annihilation ring!

Douglas: I agree with you for once Billy, this is outright disturbing. Isaac sticking it to Mark Comeau and at the same time, getting some retribution for all that Adams has done to his brother.

Jackson kicks his legs and yells out in pain as Isaac rips away at his flesh with the 2x4 before finally pulling it away. He steps back, glaring at Adams who falls onto his spine, wrapping his hands around his blood soaked features and rolling back and forth. Officials rush from the backstage area and towards the ring, but Isaac seems to have accomplished what he set out for as he backs away slowly, a disturbing grin residing upon his face.

Dan: I cannot believe the way this show is going to end, what a crazy night this has been just one week removed from Retribution.

Mayne: I never thought I’d see something this violent on tonight’s out of control telecast, but once again I’ve been shocked. There will be hell to pay for Isaac Saine, that’s for sure.

Douglas: But will it come at Retribution, and who is going to stop Isaac from standing up against Mark Comeau and his cohorts?

Jackson is lying on his side in a puddle of blood as Isaac takes a long, joyful look at him.


THE LONG WALK


The crowd still seems distracted by what is transpiring in the ring as the camera shifts to none other than World Heavyweight Champion AWOL, strolling towards the camera. The title rests over one shoulder, while a bag is placed over the other, moving down the corridor slowly, seemingly savoring this moment as he passes several stage hands and wrestlers, all of them watching him walk away for one of the last times. AWOL turns and stares at a stubby gentlemen who waves goodbye to him as the Champion barely acknowledges his presence. He then strolls past Orlando Cruze, who is leaning forearm first against a set of steel pipes, both men exchanging a long stare. No words are uttered between the two, just a nod of the heads as they can tell just how serious of a situation this is. AWOL lowers his head and shakes it while moving down the corridor slowly, realizing that this may be one of the last times he ever sets foot in a ULW arena, realizing that this may be his last appearence on Annihilation, ever. As he continues onward, clapping can now be heard coming from behind him, the World Champion pausing as he glares over his shoulder and stares at none other than Desolation. The number one contender leans back first against a wall, clapping his hands in an almost respectful manner as AWOL gives him a long, hard stare.

Desolation: See you at Retribution AWOL, and don’t expect me to show you any kind of respect in the center of that ring.

AWOL continues to glare straight at Desolation with little emotion as the number one contender just continues to clap, several other people surprisingly doing so as well. AWOL turns back and forth, staring at all the faces in the corridor, each of them clapping for the Champion who snickers and shakes his head.

AWOL: Oh, why don’t you all get a fucking life?

With his usual defiance, accompanied this time by a slight grin, AWOL strolls towards the doors and exits the arena, the camera turning to face Desolation who has stopped clapping. He lowers his hands and places them under his armpits, taking one last long look at the World Champion as he vacates the arena.