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 a blooded Desolation holding the title above his head as he stands in the middle of the ring at Retribution.



With a massive uproar, pyrotechnics dazzle the fans, exploding from the stage, the turnbuckles and the rafters above. The titontron is surrounded entirely by pyros that explodes from the top and bottom, as well as the steel staging below. Spotlights cut over the crowd, which is buzzing with great excitement as they thrust their signs high above their heads and jump up and down in a giddy manner. One sign reading, “All Hail Desolation,” while another proclaims, “Thank You AWOL.” Every face is flushed with great anticipation, with tremendous energy. Before the standard introduction can be accomplished by Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne though, the camera cuts to the center of the ring. Standing there with a microphone in hand is none other than Ron Raeth, wearing an obviously fake dusty blond wig, and a Mark Comeau style suit. He looks around back and forth, doing his best impersonation of the Annihilation General Manager. Standing behind him is none other than Bob, dressed in some of Jackson Adams’ attire, which barely binds to his incredibly plumped sized body with an aluminum foil belt over his shoulder. The words “Livewire title” spelled incorrectly across it’s surface.

Billy Mayne: Welcome to ULW Annihilation ladies and gentlemen, and um, I’m completely confused as to why in the hell, Ron Rath is standing in the middle of our ring, dressed in one of Mark Comeau’s suits.

Dan Douglas: Hahaha, what an unusual way to kick off tonight’s show.

Ron peers back and forth at the crowd still before raising a microphone to his lips slowly.

Ron: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here in the ring to officially make an announcement. From this moment forth, this evening will be known as Desolation Appreciation Night!

A huge reaction goes up from the fans while Bob jumps for joy, clapping his hands together throughout the process.

Mayne: Wait a minute, Desolation appreciation night? This is starting to remind me of something already...

Douglas: Hahahaha, I think I know what your talking about Billy.

Ron steps forward with a confident, Comeau like swagger to his step.

Ron: That’s right, we’re here to acknowledge the skills, and the talents of a man who’s better than Captain Kirk, Captain Bicard, and Captain Janeway all together, without the breast though. Frankly, I’ve grown tired of not seeing Desolation deserve the props that he should be given. I’m sick of not seeing him rewarded with the respect and the admiration that a man like him deserves. For God sake’s, he has +15 charisma points, and we haven’t even started tabulating his gained talent experience points yet. He deserves your respect, your admiration for being a three time World Heavyweight Champion, and dammit, your going to give him that admiration tonight. This is Desolation Appreciation night, so I demand you all put your hands together and show the new World Heavyweight Champion so respect. Don’t make me go on a fifteen minute tirade about everything I’ve done for this federation, so you better clap!

The crowd cheers and laughs at this reference to Mark’s belly aching as Ron steps back and motions towards the entry way.

Ron: So now it’s time for you all to feast your eyes upon the magnanimous, the phenomenal, the greatest wrestler to ever slap on a jock strap and lather his aching joints with Bengay, the three time World Heavyweight Champion, DESOLATION!!

Everyone in the arena explodes into a ruckus reaction for the Dark Man as his entrance tunes finally descend over their ears. Laughter cuts through the fans now as Desolation is carried out while seated on a throne, several loons holding him up just barely while dressed in their cloaks. They almost loose their footing as one side of them drops to their knees and the other side tries to compensate for the weight, Desolation holding a small whip which he uses to lash out at the side who’s almost dropping him. The World title remains around his shoulder with a concerned expression on his face before the Loons finally stabilize and begin to carry him towards the ring.

Mayne: Oh, I cannot believe this, they’re ripping off Johnny Kingdom’s celebration speech after he beat Silencer at the end of 2005. This is reprehensible.

Douglas: Hahahaha, this is classic, absolutely classic.

Billy: Would you quit kissing Desolation’s ass already? You act like everything he does is hysterical.

Dan: It’s a welcomed change to our usual melodrama Billy.

Desolation is still supported upon his throne, carried to the ring triumphantly with the gold glistening proudly about his shoulder. Finally the thrown is seated upon the mats at ringside as the Loons stagger away from it, wiping sweat from their foreheads and breathing heavily from exhaustion, clearly quite out of shape. With a smirk on his features Desolation rises from the thrown and approaches the ring, Ron sticking his head through the cables though and motioning for the Loons to do something. They sigh from exasperation and step forward, dropping to the mats in front of Desolation to form stairs that the Dark Man can climb up and enter the ring. The Dark Man shrugs his shoulders and steps towards them, striding up their backs and onto the apron while Ron parts the ropes for him. As Desolations steps off the last back, the entire pile crumbles on top of one another in an exhausted manner, the World Champion striding to center of the ring. Oddly, he seems to be clad in some Johnny Kingdom style attire, with a black t-shirt on that reads, “The Loon Leader,” the word team marked out and replaced.

Ron steps proudly to his side while Bob drops down and pretends to be kissing the very feet of Desolation.

Ron: Here he is ladies and gentlemen, the greatest, shining example of a World Champion. The classiest, the coolest, the ummmmm, cleanest, World Champ of all time, Desolation!

The fans are giving the Dark Man a standing ovation as the World Champion glances around, acting touched by their emotional response. He takes a deep breath before finally lifting the microphone to his lips.

Desolation: Thank you Ron, for that wonderful, albeit long winded and uneventful introduction.

Ron strikes his chest with the side of his fist and then points at Desolation with a grin.

Desolation: Before I go into my twenty minute speech about being the all time greatest, much like a former World Champion did in this same scenario, I’d like to offer up a short list of people I want to thank for my title victory. A victory in which took so much out of my body, a victory which should have happened ages ago, oh wait, it did, twice.

A confused expression befalls Desolation’s face for a moment before he finally starts up once again. Throughout the process he removes a scroll from his back pocket and allows it to open, the paper becoming unraveled and continually flowing downward, implying that he has a huge list of people to thank.

Mayne: I’d give anything for some stage exit music right now.

Douglas: And I’d give anything to have you replaced by a monkey who eats his own feces, wait, I forgot that’s what I already have seated next to me.

Desolation removes a pear of reading glasses with no lenses, placing them on the tip of his nose.

Desolation: Moving along then, I’d firstly like to thank, the fans, who by supporting me through their laughs, cheers, tears, and explicit chants, made this possible.

Cheers rain out from the crowd as the Dark Man nods and continues.

Desolation: Secondly, I’d like to thank, Orlando Cruze, Romeo Damascus, and Lethal Weapon, who if they weren’t so very awful in the ring, my effortless victories in the tournament might have been a tad more challenging. Then, I’d like to thank the man I faced at Retribution for the World Heavyweight Championship, a man who took me to the very limits, the man who threw more random Desolation facts at me than I’d ever expect. That man is AWOL....

Another loud reaction goes up from the crowd at the mention of the former World Champion’s name.

Desolation: AWOL certainly showed just how passionate of a champion he could be when he and I battled to the brinks of what are bodies could tolerate. However, unfortunately for him, after years of jelly donut digestion and self abuse in the form of weekly dinners at Denny’s, his body couldn’t tolerate much more against Desolation. I’d like to take a second to say that AWOL certainly will be missed though, but he will never be forgotten. Which is why I think it’s time that we officially, retire AWOL’s jock strap and hang it from the rafters above, gentlemen!

Desolation casts his hand out towards the entry way as a single spotlight shines upon what looks to be a comically oversized jock strap connected to two wires. The wires begin to raise the jock strap into the air slowly but steadily, Desolation wiping a fake tear from his eye as he feigns a highly emotional state. The crowd is laughing loudly as the jock strap, screwed onto a plate with the name “AWOL” written across it is raised into the rafters.

Mayne: Oh come on, this isn’t even funny! This is eighth grade potty humor at best!

Douglas: Would you just go with the flow already for once Billy, and stop your constant whining?

Billy: I have a right to complain if I’m not entertained!

Once the raising of the jock strap ceremony has concluded, Desolation turns back towards his parchment.

Desolation: But there’s one more person I’d like to thank, and that’s good old crusty Mark Comeau. For you see, the constant roadblocks and shameful attempts and undermining my quest for the World title, truly inspired me to put forth the extra effort. Without the drive to utterly humiliate and disappoint Mark constantly, I don’t know if I would have had what it takes to beat AWOL. But I was constantly compelled, all throughout this tournament and in the match at Retribution to see that angry little puckered face of Mark again, you know the kind of face someone makes when they’ve watched a bad Curtis Jack movie, or tried to bear listening to a Bluhd Raige rant. So I thank you Mark Comeau, truly from the bottom of my heart, I do, for being there for me to piss off so frequently, as I’m sure I’m doing right now. And lastly, there’s just one other person I’d like to thank, and that’s well, me!

Desolation forces a grin as he turns to stare at the screaming fans.

Desolation: For without my stunning, charismatic personality, this federation would be stuck in the same melodramatic rut you’d see in a Dawson’s Creek episode on a weekly basis. Without me, the title in which I know hold, would fail to have the great credibility that it now possesses, without me school children would still live in fear of another Alexander Fayt title reign. Without me there would still be.....

Suddenly the rampway is filled with smoke emanating from behind the curtain as Run by Snow Patrol hits over the speakers system. Orlando walks from behind the curtain and through the smoke looking left and then right, before lifting his arm in the air as an explosion rocks the arena. At his side strolls Kloe, who glares about as well, appearing very serious. They both stare into the ring at a befuddled Desolation, who turns to greet them with an apathetic stare.

Mayne: It’s about time to somebody cut off this snorefest, even if it has to be “Mr. Overrated” Orlando Cruze.

Douglas: Hmmm, I wonder what his motives are for coming out here and cutting off Desolation’s speech?

Orlando walks down the rampway confidently before sliding through the ropes and removing a microphone from the back of his pants, Kloe remaining on the apron, watching carefully. Desolation merely adjusts his title while staring with no concern upon his protégée. A loud cheer can be heard from the crowd at the sight of the Icon standing face to face with the Dark Man, the proud holder of the World Championship.

Orlando: Desolation, I didn’t mean to cut you off in the middle of your ceremony here, but I could no longer contain my enthusiasm. I couldn’t wait any longer to come out here, come to this ring, and congratulate you on your third World title reign.

A massive onslaught of cheers pour from the mouths of the fans as Desolation shrugs his shoulders and raises the World title above his head. This increases the reaction from the fans while Kloe claps her hands, and Orlando does the same for a moment. Desolation lowers the belt and thrusts it back over his shoulder.

Cruze: It truly is an honor for me to see you holding that belt right now, considering all we’ve went through with each other in the past, everything that has gone down between us, and knowing everything you had to go through in order to win that strap yet again. You were given an opportunity with this tournament, and you capitalized upon said opportunity. But that brings me to my second reason for coming out here. I think that after all I’ve done over the past few years here in the ULW, and after ages upon ages of waiting for a title shot, that it’s your turn to start giving out opportunities. I think I’m owed a shot at your World Heavyweight Championship....

Orlando extends his finger and pokes the gold plate of the belt as the fans erupt into a massive reaction, crazed at the thought of seeing these two veterans lock it up one more time for the World Heavyweight Championship. A smirk settles upon Desolation’s face as he rubs his jaw, Orlando glaring at him very seriously in anticipation of his response.

Mayne: Orlando, deserving a World title shot? Hahahaha, now that’s funny.

Douglas: Come on Billy, Orlando’s been through a lot here in the ULW, and he’s beaten some of the best that this game has to offer, if anyone deserves a shot at the title, it’s him.

Desolation still seems to be pondering his response for a moment as Orlando stares with great concern and impatience upon the Champion.

Dark Man: Okay, Orlando, I respect your passion and your ambition, therefore my answer is, no!

A mixed response is heard from the crowd as Orlando tilts his head and glares at the Champion in confusion.

Desolation: Don’t worry everyone, I’m not going all cocky heel all of a sudden, no, no. I just think that if you want a title shot Orlando, that you should have to earn it. No opportunity was presented to me, and no opportunity will be given to you until you’ve earned a shot at myself. Once you’ve impressed me again, then perhaps I’ll award you a chance to face me one on one for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Desolation turns away from Orlando with the mic still raised to his mouth, Cruze glaring at the side of his mentor with great disappointment radiating from his frame.

Desolation: Which brings me to my next point of order, deciding who is next in line for a shot at the World Championship. Although I’m quite sure that Mark Comeau has something planned to pick my next opponent, I want to do something that doesn’t suck, and isn’t contrived. Therefore, I’ve come up with a stroke of genius, a series of matches to determine who will be my next challenger, and I shall dub these battles, Impress the Champion! The way it will work is simple, I’ll choose the most deserving competitors to fight it out in a series of one on one matches where the stipulations shall be what I decide. The winners of all those matches will then go on to face each other in your basic clusterfuck, with one person emerging victorious and thus impressing me enough to reward them with a shot at my Championship.

The crowd cheers rather loudly for this prospect while Desolation turns to glare at Orlando, who doesn’t seem all that pleased with this decision.

Desolation: Therefore Cruze, all you have to do is win these matches, and you’ll get your shot at me, and my title. If you fail, well then you just go back to facing Curtis Jack every week. Now if you’ll excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, and Orlando, the Champion has got business to attend to.

Desolation thrusts the title over his shoulder and waltzes around Orlando, not even looking at Cruze, who he left in deep though. Obviously the Icon is contemplating what it will take to impress Desolation, who slides through the ropes and drops to the mats, taking a quick glance at Kloe who looks non to pleased.

Mayne: An Impress the Champion series, what the hell does Desolation think he’s doing booking matches? He’s not the General Manager around here.

Douglas: Indeed, but you must remember, he does have those contracts he stole from Mark’s office several weeks ago, meaning that for the time being, he can book whatever he wants.

Billy: Unacceptable, if we let Desolation get away with this, then who’s going to start booking matches next, Bob!?!

As Desolation starts up the ramp, gripping his gold and being followed by his loyal legion of Loons, his eyes dart towards something bizarre in the front row. Standing behind the barrier looks to be none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell, gripping a large sign and holding it high above his head as he hops up and down in excitement. The sign reading, “Desolation > God.” The Champion’s eyebrow raises as Eddie seems to be going nuts at the thought of Desolation looking in his direction.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



SILENCER VS. SEAN “GENOCIDE” JOHNSON


the arena dims dark blue as Cold "Remedy" hits in sequence, a white spotlight shines on the stage where Johnson makes his appearance. As he stands looking amongst the fans in the center of the spotlight, he gives his insignia arm gesture at the same time of the enormous pyro blast! after the big pyro blast he makes his way down at a steady pace to the ring. he enters the ring by flipping over the top rope, from there he goes corner to corner gesturing to himself with his arms, as to say "I'm the best."

Mayne: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and if your just joining us, good, because you missed nothing worthwhile.

Douglas: Untrue Billy, we started off the show with a rather amusing title ceremony for the new Champion Desolation, and we seem to be going straight from that classic moment, into what should be a classic match, as part of this heated feud. What a way to kick off the program with this opening match between two men are sure to become bitter rivals, all starting when Sean Johnson accidently knocked Silencer’s beloved, and pregnant Angyllic off the apron.

Billy: This sparked Silencer to come out of whatever hole in the ground he was hiding in to avenge the near fatal bump that Angyllic took and to get his hands on Sean Johnson, who surprisingly doesn’t look at that concerned right now about having to face a former World Champion.

Dan: Sean should be, especially considering what type of personality Silencer is when he gets angry.

The crowd starts a loud “Silencer” chant as they anxiously await his arrival now, everyone standing and watching closely, their eyes absolutely glued to the stage while Sean paces with a smirk on his face. Suddenly the lights begin to dim down as the sounds of static can be heard amplified throughout the arena. Within several seconds the lights raise and Silencer’s entrance music cuts over the PA system, through the curtains emerges non other than the former World Heavyweight Champion now. He steps out onto the stage, glancing back and forth at the fans with Angyllic marching out behind him. Both look dead at the ring, straight at Sean who has a slight smirk on his face, obviously not concerned whatsoever. Silencer now rushes straight at the ring, sliding under the ropes and jumping to his feet as the official blocks him from going straight after Genocide. Angyllic steps around the ring as Sean winks in her direction, grinning widely.

Douglas: Just look at the fire in Silencer’s eyes Billy, he looks more passionate going into this night than I’ve ever see him.

Mayne: Well that’s understandable, as most the time Silencer is apathetic about his matches, plus we haven’t seen the man since way before Paranoia competing in a match.

Dan: Why must you try to negate all my statements?

Billy: Because it’s fun and it keeps me interested.

The fans start to buzz as these two talents stand across from one another, everyone realizing the importance of this one on one bout. The bell now starts to ring as both men step towards one another rather tentatively, getting ready to start this match off with the crowd very energetic to see it commence. Silencer moves slowly towards him when Johnson spins around and approaches the cables, pointing through the ropes right at Angyllic, shouting some unflattering comments.

Johnson: You shut your mouth you fucking gutter slut!

Silencer rushes up behind Sean now and clocks him over the back of the head, before grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around. He delivers a stiff chop across his chest, and then does it once more. The blows are searing, and cause Sean to shout out in pain as Silencer grabs him around the back of the head, bending him forward and delivering a brutal European Uppercut. Johnson is knocked back first into the cables before Silencer grabs him by the wrist in a fit of rage and whips him across the ring quickly. Sean reverses it though, instead sending the former World Champion into the ropes which he bounces off and comes back in quickly at Sean who steps forward and lifts his leg into the air, going for a spinning heel kick. Silencer ducks under it though and rushes into the ropes in front of him, springing into the air and landing feet first on the second rope. He springs off and turns in mid-air towards Sean who steps forward and gets caught with a huge dropkick directly to the chest, taking him down to the canvas. Sean spills onto his back and grabs his sternum before he rolls away from Silencer, who stands up with a very intense expression on his face as he steps towards the man who almost cost him his child.

Silencer grabs him by the hair and delivers a stiff kick straight to his sternum raising Sean up to a kneeling base. Silencer now spins around and connects with a stiff spinning chop across his chest, almost leaving a red streak across it as he wavers back and forth. Silencer now rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in as he jumps forward for a front dropkick. Johnson reaches out and catches his legs though as he stands up, immediately turning him over as he straddles his back, holding him in the double Boston leg crab.

Mayne: A brilliant counter by Sean Johnson, going straight into the liontamer out of nowhere.

Douglas: Johnson finally getting in a hold after being dominated from the start by a very refreshed, very upset Silencer.

Johnson arches back as far as he can go into the submission, really locking in the liontamer as Silencer shouts out in pain but quickly scrambles in the direction of the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one. The official steps in, demanding that Johnson break the submission as he does so quickly, holding onto one ankle though as he sings around to the side of Silencer. He lifts his leg up into the air now and slams him down knee first directly into the canvas. Silencer yells out in tremendous anguish as he rolls onto his back, grabbing at his leg in pain and holding it up in the air off the ring. Johnson steps in and kicks him to the back of the knee quickly, then does it again, and again. He bounces off the ropes now and comes back in before dropping down into a diving European Uppercut straight to the back of Silencer’s knee, which causes him to hop up and down on his back, roaring in anguish. Silencer rolls across the canvas and spills under the ropes to the outside of the ring, limping terribly

As he stumbles across the mats, Johnson slides out after him and steps up behind Silencer quickly, delivering a stiff shin kick to the back of his knee. Silencer yells out in pain as he tumbles onto his back, reaching for his knee which Sean is staying on as he grabs him around the ankle, pushing him over onto his stomach. Genocide roars as he lifts the leg into the air and then drives his knee down into the mats with tremendous velocity, Silencer bashing off of it and rolling onto his back. He grabs his knee as Johnson locks his hands around his ankle and pulls his leg sideways towards the ring before pushing it over directly at the barricade, slamming his leg against it brutally. The crowd groans loudly as they hear the sickening impact of Silencer’s leg with the steel, the former World Champion sitting up and gripping his knee with both hands, howling in anguish. Johnson gets down and grabs him by the hair, shouting furiously into his face.

Johnson: You should have stayed missing you son of a bitch, your going right back on the shelf asshole!

Johnson pushes the head of Silencer back first into the barricade, the sound of the collision echoing throughout the arena before Sean grabs him around the jaw and rolls him onto his feet, Silencer barely even able to stand.

Douglas: Johnson looking very brutal out here tonight, trying to injure Silencer before he can even really make his return.

Mayne: He’s a monster out here right now Dan, I’ve never seen Johnson so focused, so fired up before. But keep in mind, Silencer and Angyllic are the ones who made this thing personal, Genocide knocking Angyllic from the apron was an accident, he never meant to do it.

Dan: So your telling me that if someone put their hands on your lover intentionally or not, you wouldn’t have a problem with it, you’d just let bygones, be bygones.

Billy: Depends on whoever I’m screwing at that time, and I don’t think your wife would get that upset.

Johnson rolls Silencer back into the ring, while he holds his knee in severe pain, trying to force his way upward as Genocide hops onto the apron. He grabs the top rope as Silencer gets up in front of him, bent forward, then pulls himself over. He launches himself over the back of Silencer, wrapping his arms around his waist, rolling him over in reverse onto his back with a sunset flip.

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Silencer gets his shoulder up but Johnson quickly grabs his leg and wraps his own around it, placing him in the leg grapevine with cat like quickness. Silencer falls onto his back, shouting out in tremendous pain as Johnson locks the hold in even further, bending forward and shouting at him to tap out already. Silencer shakes his head as he falls onto his back, roaring in anguish still as he tries to free his leg from the grasp of Genocide, who seems determined to break him down quickly. With tremendous pain Silencer digs his fingers into the canvas and scoots in reverse towards the cables, which are so far away. He falls onto his back and reaches out as far as his hands will go, locking them around the bottom rope. A look of disgust befalls the face of Johnson who breaks the leg grapevine and stands up. He swings around the leg, setting up for the figure four leg lock while bending forward and trying to grab the other leg. With his back turned towards Silencer, the former Champ sits up and wraps his arms around his waist. He drops back, pulling Johnson over onto the back of his shoulders as Silencer now sits on the back of his legs, pinning him.

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Sean kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his hands and knees in a shocked state as Silencer stands up and turns towards him. With incredible speed though, Johnson jumps onto his feet then dives forward, connecting with a dropkick to Silencer’s knee, knocking him off of his feet and into a crawling base. He wraps his hands around his knee, shouting out in tremendous agony while Johnson stands over him, grinning confidently. He slaps his forearm and rushes into the cables in front of Silencer, who suddenly rolls towards Sean, causing him to have to leap over him and continue into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes back in as Silencer stands up and jumps into the air, leap frogging him. Johnson rushes under him into the opposite cables once more as Silencer turns around and jumps up for the dropkick, Sean reaches back though, wrapping his arms around the top rope to keep from coming back in. Silencer in turn flips over backwards, changing it up in mid-air as he lands on his feet, showing tremendous agility. He reaches for his knee as Johnson now rushes forward only for Silencer to spring into the air and land on his shoulders, dropping back into a huge hurricarana. Sean flips over, crashing onto his back upon his spine as he sits up, holding the back of his neck.

Dan: A beautiful hurricarana about Silencer, who just showed tremendous agility with that back flip onto his feet.

Mayne: I can’t believe Silencer is still so agile when he hasn’t been in a ring since before Paranoia.

Douglas: He’s got a lot of motivation to be here tonight Billy, that’s why he’s busting out everything he’s got and blocking out the pain in his knee.

Sean gets to his feet and turns towards Silencer, who rushes forward with a discus lariat only for Johnson to duck it and continue into the cables behind him. He bounces off and comes back in when Silencer turns and springs high into the air, planting Sean with a brutal dropkick directly to the face. Sean is knocked out of his boots almost and sent crashing into the canvas as Silencer lands on his hands and knees then bends forward, placing the top of his head to the canvas when he nips up onto his feet off of it. He turns to look out over the fans appearing ever intense, all fired up, Angyllic clapping loudly on the outside of the ring. Johnson holds his jaw as he rolls into the cables, utilizing them to pull himself up onto his feet with his back pressed to the ropes now. Silencer then rushes forward, blocking out the pain in his leg as he connects with a brutal lariat that sends Johnson spilling over the ropes to the outside of the ring. He lands on his feet, backing up in a dazed state when Silencer grabs the top cable and now flips over it, directly into Johnson with a huge senton plancha. Both men crash into the mats with the fans showing their appreciation.

Silencer stands up, unleashing a loud roar as he slaps his chest, getting all pumped up. Angyllic steps in and begins to shout at Sean as Silencer turns around to get at him. Suddenly Johnson grabs the wrist of Angyllic, pulling her in front of him and using her as a shield. Silencer stops, abruptly with his fist clinched, having almost hit his adoring love before he helps her get out of the way. A s he does so, Johnson steps in and blasts Silencer straight to the testicles with a kick, causing him to shout out in pain as he bends forward and reaches for himself. Sean now grabs the back of his head and charges him at the steel steps, throwing him down and face first into them brutally. Silencer bashes off as he falls onto his posterior, the crowd booing the sight of this viciously. Angyllic steps up behind Johnson now, hitting him with both hands to his upper back. Sean turns around in shock to face her when he pie faces her down to the mats, the crowd becoming livid at the sight of this, Sean standing over her with a furious expression on his face.

Douglas: Dammit Johnson, what the fuck do you think your doing!?! He just put his hands on a pregnant woman!

Mayne: She put his hands on him though.

Douglas: How could you even begin to condone these types of action.

Billy: Because it’s my job.

Johnson turns around to face Silencer, who has forced himself up onto his feet and now rushes in with fury, blasting him to the jaw with closed fists. Sean is knocked backwards before he is popped across the jaw once more, almost taking him out of his boots with each blow to his skull. Silencer grabs him around the head and drags him to the ring, rolling him under the ropes to the inside with a very furious expression on his face. Johnson gets onto his elbows and knees, looking out of it before Silencer jumps onto the apron in anger and grabs the top rope, jumping up on top of it and then flying off as he connects with a leg drop across the back of Sean’s neck. The fans go nuts at the sight of this while Silencer grabs his knee and rolls away from Sean, who is holding the back of his neck. The official slides to the outside of the ring and drops down to the check on Angyllic, helping her to her feet throughout the process as she assures him she’s just fine. Right as Silencer is getting to his feet though the crowd begins to scream as a figure slides into the ring. The fans are erupting as none other than the massive Steve Newman steps in, grabbing Silencer around his head while he’s bent forward. Silencer doesn’t see it coming as Steve drags the head of Silencer between his knees and wraps his arms around his waist. Everyone is booing loudly as Steve lifts Silencer into the air and now jacknife powerbombs him brutally down to the canvas across his back.

Douglas: Oh my God, Steve Newman just showed up out of nowhere and jacknife powerbombed Silencer! He just powerbombed Silencer!!

Mayne: I cannot believe this, where the hell did Steve Newman just come from? I thought he retired at Sinful Deeds!

Dan: This must have been why Sean was so confident going into this match.

Steve steps over the ropes and drops to the outside of the ring with a sinister grin on his face as Silencer now lies motionless on the canvas, not moving an inch. Johnson gets to his elbows and knees, scrambling across the canvas and dropping into the cover, his arm falling over the chest of Silencer. The referee turns around and slides into the ring, spotting the pinfall while Angyllic screams out in anger, realizing something is afoul. The fans are vocalizing their disgust as the referee slaps the canvas.

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Dan: No, no, no!!

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The entire arena is in shock as Sean Johnson defeats the former World Heavyweight Champion, Silencer, who lies motionless on the canvas. Sean rises to his knees, looking ecstatic as he stares into the heavens, Steve remaining on the outside of the ring and nodding his head with his massive arms crossed over his chest. He has a smug expression on his features as well.

Mayne: Hahaha, Sean Johnson has pinned Silencer, the former Champ didn’t get the revenge he was looking for here tonight.

Douglas: This is shocking, absolutely shocking and disgusting. These actions are reprehensible, it was all a set up from the moment this match was booked.

Sean rolls to the outside of the ring in front of Steve as the two grin and nod in one another’s directions. Angyllic slides into the ring and crawls to the side of the laid out Silencer, taking his head in her arms with shock on her face as Sean turns to face her. He taps his temple as he and Newman make their way around the ring and begin to march in reverse up the ramp, laughing to themselves throughout the process. Angyllic just glares at them in a state of pure outrage.


IMPRESS THE CHAMPION


Stroking his chin while seated on the edge of a mahogony desk is where the camera finds Mark Comeau. He is dressed accordingly his GM role while lurking within the boundaries of his VIP office, clearly contemplating something. Instead of being seated in his leather chair, Jackson Adams finds himself positioned there, his feet plopped on the desk and his fingers interlocked, the Livewire title glistening over his shoulder. Baine stands behind Adams, his arms crossed over his chest and a very menacing expression on his face. Rusty is also present, loaded on a sofa, flipping through the pages of a magazine, everyone appearing rather bored almost.

Mark: I just don’t get it....

Everyone looks towards Mark, as if surprised that he finally uttered something.

Comeau: I’ve been sitting here all day trying to think of why, why my plan failed at the pay-per-view. Logically, AWOL should have retained the title in a no disqualification match, and in the process ended the career of Desolation who prizes himself on being a more technical grappler. Then AWOL would retire and forfit his championship into my possession so I could do with it whatever I wanted. We’d no longer have AWOL, and we no longer would have Desolation either. My plan should have worked out, it should have been brilliant, there was no room for error...

Adams: But there was, wasn’t there Mark.?

Adams takes his feet off the desk and turns away, leaning against it with his elbows now as a confused Comeau glances over his shoulder.

Jackson: You keep forgetting that Desolation isn’t so easy to get rid of, it’s going to take a lot more work, and a lot more than AWOL to get the job done. Frankly though, your failures to rid ULW of that degenerate has begun to bring down all of our morale.

Adams falls comfortably back in his chair as Mark continues to glare at him, a bit offended by the comment. He stands up and turns around to face Jackson, still not liking what he just heard in the slightest.

Mark: My plans have been masterful JA, don’t forget that, what is lacking is the follow through on my strokes of genius. I’ve depended on the wrong people to accomplish my task, and it’s about time that all changes....

Adams raises an eyebrow as Mark begins to continue only to be abruptly cut off, the door leading into the VIP room swinging open with force. The fans suddenly erupt into a huge collection of cheers on the inside of the arena as none other than Desolation saunters forth into the dressing room, the World title over his shoulder. He looks around with absolutely no fear as Adams stands up behind the desk and Baine steps forward, Rusty getting to his feet as well. Mark turns towards him shock to see the Champion waltzing into his office.

Mark: What in the hell do you think your doing in here?

Desolation continues to move forward while overlooking Mark with a half grin.

Desolation: Is that anyway to greet your champion Mark, I thought you’d be ecstatic to see me after all, seeing as I know how big of a fan you are of me. After all, I helped fix some of those kinks in your neck just a few weeks ago when I dropped you on it, and this is the type of thanks that I get?

Desolation slaps Mark hard on the side of the neck, which is obviously still sore as Comeau reaches for it out of pain.

Mark: You’ve got a large set of balls to be stepping in here after what you’ve done to me....

Desolation: Large balls, please, talk to Hellkat, she’ll tell you just how enormous they actually are.

The crowd laughs while Mark scowers in anger, Desolation turning to look around at the trip of young talents located around the room as well.

Desolation: Oh wait, I’m not interrupting your Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtle fan club meeting am I? Because I can come back later if you want.

Mark: Would you just get on with your point already!?!

Mark’s getting red in the face while he reaches for his neck in agony, Desolation smirking before he progresses onward with his speech.

Desolation: Okay, okay, keep your pants on already, if that’s possible with all your little groupies around...

Adams’ jaw drops in outrage over such an accusation, but before he can respond, Desolation continues.

Desolation: Anyway, I just wanted to let you know, that you don’t need to worry about the card next week, I’ve got a few contracts and a few ideas that need to come to fruition. We’ve got to start the impress the Champion series of matches next week, and I’ve got the perfect serious of confrontations dreamed up to choose my next opposition....

Desolation turns and looks down at the Rolodex on Mark’s desk, scanning through the cards within it before he sighs loudly.

Desolation: Oh, this could be a problem, you seem to have a card missing Mark. I mean, how am I suppose to book a Judy Bagwell on a pole match with no Judy Bagwell?

Mark does a double take at this prospect, his mouth opening widely as he is about to unleash a rant, only to be cut off by Desolation yet again, who was looking around for something in the office.

Desolation: Another problem, you don’t seem to have a big wheel that I can spin to decide matches, that might stir up a bit of trouble.

Veins begin to tremble in Mark’s forehead as Desolation continues to think things over, placing his finger over his chin.

Desolation: Oh, and if you could, have Hurse bring some of his aunt’s show poodles over next week so we can do a nice Kennel from Hell match.

Mark slaps his hand over his face and slides it down his features as Desolation has finished his thoughts, giving the GM one last hard slap on his tense shoulders.

Desolation: See to it that all these demands are made, because I really need to pick the rightful next challenger for my title, it’s got to be someone good, someone who really impresses me. Someone who doesn’t suck as bad as everyone in this room. So remember, fly in Judy Bagwell, bring a big wheel, preferably one that isn’t made of cheese so Bob doesn’t eat it before it gets here, and some poodles, and we should be all set. See you later old buddy, old pal.

Desolation pinches the cheek of Mark before turning and exiting the dressing room, leaving the GM trembling with frustration and fury. He seems at the point of implosion as the door shuts and Jackson turns to glare at Comeau in shock that he did absolutely nothing about this.

Mark: I’m going to rip him apart!


COMMERCIAL BREAK



NATHAN CREED & ISSAC SAINE VS. RUSTY CAGE & DEMENTIA


(I stand alone plays over the system as Rusty Cage comes out to the ring, he stands tall above the masses of people around him, his eyes scanning each of them as the adrenalin filled song plays through his veins. He walks down the ramp and stands there taunting the crowd as they jeer him, He walks down to the ring and slides under the ropes and climbs the corner turnbuckle. The fans jeer him as the next person comes out to the ring.)

Dan Douglas: So here we go, tag team match up next here folks, the brotherly duo of Creed and Saine Vs Rusty Cage and Dementia and this match is going to be nothing short of explosive, we know that for sure already, all four of these men have slowly gotten under each others skin and I am in no uncertainty it won’t continue here tonight.

Billy Mayne: Oh dan, it’s going to be more then that, there is a goal in this match for Rusty Cage tonight, and I know what your going to say-

Dan Douglas: You do?

Billy Mayne: Yeah, that he has a stupid name, but believe me Dan, Jackson chooses only the best for his missions here in the ULW and tonight Rusty is going to single handedly dissect Isaac and Creed and have them removed from that Livewire title chase completely!

Dan Douglas: That there is some claim, considering your talking about the two hardcore champions at the present time in the ULW, Isaac being one of the most hardcore men in this business and Creed one of the most accomplished, I will take interest in seeing how he gets on!

(“Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music, suddenly he appears and just grins with confidence as the fans boo him loudly, with an essence of time he just glances around at those around him and shakes his head. He takes his time getting to the ring, in no hurry whatsoever. Climbing between the top two ropes, he removes his hat, glasses, and coat, letting them fall outside the ring and climbs on to one of the opposite turnbuckles, awaiting his opponent, a look of complete loathing and contempt on his face now as the focus of what needs to be done begins to sink in.)

Dan Douglas: Dementia has proven to be a dangerous foe in the ULW since he arrived here some time ago and neither he or Isaac Saine seems to be much loving each others company!

Billy Mayne: I think that is safely the understatement of the year, that’s a more stupid comment then saying AWOL left because he scared himself from looking in the mirror and realizing he had a face like a gorilla’s backside! Which is true by the way!!

Dan Douglas: I like the way you say that now AWOL has left and not while he was here, interesting!!

(Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's many shot's of Bloodied opponent's appear on screen - Too Magnificent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more - these images are replaced with the well known Demonic Mask of The sadistic One, Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through his mask as a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring, quickly he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares across the ring intently at his two opponents, both men looking right back at him as he takes the Anarchy title from off of his shoulder and just places it outside the ring onto the ring apron.)

Dan Douglas: You have to wonder whether Isaac can ever be truly focused on just the match ahead of him, many have said the title he possess can be as much a burden for a wrestler as it can be a praise, sure you get the bragging rights of being a champion and the pay rise, but you also have every wrestler and fan in the business who wants a shot at you getting the opportunity, whenever and however they wish to!

Billy Mayne: But he knew what he was letting himself in for, stop making excuses for them Dan, we know they are going to lose tonight, but there going to lose because they suck against the friends of the mighty Jackson Adams, not because he has to be careful incase Piddle and Plop attempt to make another comeback!

Dan Douglas: Its not an excuse Billy, it’s a view and a perception of the situation Isaac is in, or any man holding the Anarchy title for that matter!

(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. 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, he then jumps down and glances at his brother who gives him an equally respectful glance back before both men just suddenly charge across the ring in the dim lighting of Creed’s entrance and just begin taking it to Rusty and Dementia with right hands! Quickly the sound dies off and the lights go back to normal as Saine and Creed go crazy on there opponents, Isaac has dementia staggered and just steps back before lunging in with a huge clothesline catching Dementia with his massive bicep, the shot taking him right over the ropes and hard to the outside to a huge cheer from the fans before Creed just stomps on the mid-section of Rusty Cage in the corner of the ring before taking his arm and throwing him across the mat right into the waiting arms of Isaac who just lifts him in the air from his armpits and then drops into a sitdown powerbomb position, as he hits the mat with Rusty laid out between his legs, Creed sprints off the ropes and just leaps back at him hitting a fast and powerful leg drop that has Rusty leaping up and down on the ring mat holding his face where Creed landed, he rolls to the outside as well and just holds his face with one hand, his back with the other as the fans continue to go wild.)

Dan Douglas: What a start, what a god damn start, Creed and Isaac wasted no time and just cleared house early on in this match!

Billy Mayne: Oh that was low Dan, just low, the lights were dim and Rusty couldn’t see a damn thing, that was a sneak attack damn it, the referee should disqualify them now!

Dan Douglas: Trust you to twist things!

(Creed and Isaac just stand in the middle of the ring smiling at the downed opponents who re-group on the safety mats, the official just demands they get back in the ring before turning to the brothers and demanding only ONE of them remains active in the squared circle, Isaac just taps his brother on the chest to suggest he wants to start and gestures to Dementia to join him, however as he does Rusty suddenly slides back in the ring behind him and with a furious anger in his face and just charges behind Isaac shoulder charging the back of the big mans knee and taking him to the mat hard, his knee jolting unnaturally as Rusty makes impact, gently boos surface around the fans as Rusty gets to all fours looking at Isaac with contempt before he stands back to his feet and just stomps on the knee of Isaac keeping the big man down.

Suddenly he drops to one knee and just wraps his arm around the head of the big man keeping him to the mat and holding him in place, the fans just continue to boo as he angrily grips tighter on the chin of the Anarchy champion, but Isaac ignores the pain and just rolls onto his knee before grabbing the top rope and standing to his feet, Rusty just lets go off the hold on Isaacs head and pushes him against the ropes before slamming a right hand into the side of his jaw, his fist crashing against the face of Isaac Saine, he then grabs the arm of the big man and throws him across the ring toward the ropes opposite, but Isaac suddenly reverses it and throws Rusty hard into the ropes causing him to hit them and bounce back at him with pace, Isaac just lifts his elbow slamming it into the face of Rusty Cage knocking him hard to the mat bouncing the head of Rusty off the mat and causing him to sit back up, the momentum quickly changing back to Isaac, his power quickly overcoming his opponent.

With a shake of his head to remove the cobwebs Isaac just turns back to Rusty who is holding his face in pain again, Saine grabs him by the shoulders and throws him back down onto the mat before stepping back and then forcefully stamping his foot down on the head of Cage again causing him to growl in a mixture of pain and agony but before he can get up Isaac rolls him onto his back again and just leaps into the air dropping a knee across the forehead of Rusty again!

With a few words to Rusty Isaac lifts him back to his feet and just holds him by the head before walking him back to his corner where Creed lifts his boot onto the top rope, viciously Isaac just slams his head into the boot of his brother, the face of Rusty really being beaten on in the early stages of this match, with a loud slap Isaac tags his brother in as Rusty drops to a kneeling position on the bottom rope, his hand dabbing constantly at his forehead, looking for traces of blood from a possible cut on his head, he finds nothing.

Creed wastes no time and just slams a quick straight kick into his midsection before holding him against the ropes and then slapping in a huge chop across the chest of Rusty in a way only Nathan Creed can, he then slaps another devastating chop across his chest, Rusty just calls out in pain, his upper body red raw from the shots before Creed throws him to the mat with snapmare takedown into a reverse chin lock.)

Dan Douglas: For a moment it looked as if Rusty had the correct strategy in the bag, going for that knee of Isaac Saine, but he changed his target to the upper body of Isaac in a bid to wear him down and that let the big man back in this match and I think that is the main reason Dementia and Cage have yet to have any control in this match thus far.

Billy Mayne: Oh do you, well I think its because Creed and Saine cheated before the bell even rang and took cheap shots on Dementia and Cage, that’s what I think!

Dan Douglas: Billy, what have we told you about thinking, every second you do it, a puppy in Europe is killed by a speeding combine harvester!

Billy Mayne: ……Damn those Combine Harvesters……

(Creed just grinds the hold in, pulling tighter on the chin lock but Rusty isn’t going to be worn down with ease and just turns his body so he is near enough on all fours leaving Creed no choice but to hold Rusty in a front gantry now, his head locked in the grip of his arm, slowly both men are on there feet, the fans cheering for Creed to stay in control as Rusty fights to make his way back into this match, at least that is what Creed believes he is doing, however Cage cleverly puts his weight behind him and without warning charges Creed backwards into the turnbuckle of the opposition team allowing Dementia to reach over and tag himself in as his hand touches the back of Rusty, Creed is pinned in the corner and is held there as Cage refuses to move, Dementia just grabs Creed from the outside and begins slamming hard forearm shots into his back wearing on the now badly positioned Xtreme Champion, slowly the shots begin to show and his lock on Rusty falls apart allowing the friend of Jackson Adams to stand up and begin stomping on the midsection of the Creed as Dementia keeps up his attack, surprisingly Dementia and Cage work in perfect unison as Rusty stops attacking only as Dementia is in the ring and continues where he left off with more stomps, in that small instant, the attack has changed the momentum of the match again and Dementia is in control, quickly he grabs Creed by the head dragging him out of the corner and hooking his arm around the back of his neck before suddenly lifting Creed up and over into a impactful snap suplex straight into a cover,

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Kick out by Creed!!

Dementia just makes a gesture to the official to count quicker and then rolls Creed into a sitting position before placing his knee into the back of Nathan before grabbing him around the chin with both hands and violently pulling back, right in front of his brother, the eyes of Dementia chillingly glaring not at Nathan but at the Anarchy title sitting at the feet of Isaac Saine. However his lack of concentration on Nathan shows as Creed painfully digs HIMSELF into the knee of Dementia, sliding his body down it before it is nearly his neck resting on the knee joint of Dementia, however suddenly he notices, but it is to late and Creed has enough room to suddenly squirm from under the hands of Dementia and use his foot to come up and slap a kick right into the side of Dementia’s head to a huge cheer from the fans, Dementia just drops to the mat holding his head but quickly rolls back up onto his knees, however as he does Creed rushes over to him and grabs him around the neck before dragging him to his feet and back across the ring into his own corner before tagging Isaac back into the match, the fans cheer loudly at this as Isaac steps over the ropes before running across the ring into the far ropes before coming back with a huge big boot right into the ribcage of Dementia knocking him to his knees and knocking the wind out of him, stopping him from struggling against the hold of Creed allowing Isaac’s brother to leave the ring. Isaac then stands Dementia back up and holds him against the ropes before suddenly letting fly with a vicious forearm to the side of the head and another before grabbing Dementia by the arm and throwing him across the ring, Dementia hits the ropes and bounces back at Isaac who grabs him with a perfect lock before throwing him over his head into a belly to back suplex!

The cover,

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Kickout by Dementia.)

Dan Douglas: We are seeing signs from Dementia and Rusty that they can get back into this, but right now the two Livewire title contenders and current Hardcore champions of the ULW are keeping control of this match really well.

Billy Mayne: This is a conspiracy, I mean is that an SCW official we have in the ring, that count was quick and the one for Dementia so, so slow! There is cheating happening here Dan I can smell it!

Dan Douglas: No that’s the cologne your wearing that smells of my wives cooking, believe me, not a nice thing to walk into!!

(Isaac just stands back up and grabs Dementia lifting him to his feet before snapmaring him back to the mat and into a reverse chin lock seemingly, however as he does instead of holding him there he turns him onto his stomach and then steps over his body before placing the arms of Dementia onto his knees locking in a camel clutch! Instantly Dementia is gritting his teeth and groaning in pain, but Isaac isn’t done there and just grabs the legs of Dementia before bending them toward him, one at a time, he then locks Dementia’s legs in his arm pits and continues to pull back on his jaw before suddenly he just rolls backwards onto his back, the legs of Dementia locked under the body of Isaac, his back bent right back between the legs of Saine as he screams obscenities into the face of Dementia with a built up anger, his eyes glaring with fury from behind his mask, Dementia is desperately looking to make the tag, an arm becoming free and stretching out toward his partner, but he can’t make it, nowhere near in fact as Isaac tightens the hold causing Dementia to cry out in pure and utter agony!

However Isaac isn’t the technician Creed is and lacks the patience and seeing no sign of Dementia quitting breaks the hold and just pushes him forward causing Dementia to drop face down onto the mat in agony, his arm covering his back from the pain of the submission hold Isaac just executed.

Isaac then stands up grabbing Dementia and again lifting him into a front gantry before backing into his corner and tagging Creed back in, Nathan enters and just slams a hard right hand into the ribs Isaac gave a big boot to earlier knocking the wind out of Dementia before lifting him back up and grabbing him by the arm before throwing him across the ring into the far ropes, he hits them and comes back at Creed who wildly swings for a clothesline, but Dementia suddenly ducks it and runs into the next set of ropes before coming back and leaping into the air hitting Creed with a huge dropkick that takes the Xtreme champion to the mat hard, instantly Dementia crawls back to his corner and tags in Rusty who ducks between the ropes and stomps on the side of Creed’s head as he attempts to stand back up, the shot knocks him down yet Cage is looking unrelenting with more and more kicks to the head and body.

He then lifts Nathan up before scooping him into his arms and then dropping him hard to the mat with a slam before running off the ropes and coming back at the downed Nathan Creed with a nice elbow drop that takes the wind out of Creed completely. Cage just hooks Nathan’s leg and goes for the pin attempt,

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No, kickout by Creed.

Rusty then lifts Creed back to his feet, his anger is showing after the amount of facial shots he took earlier and he holds Creed by the arm before throwing him at the ropes and just rushing him as he comes back at Cage leaping in the air and hitting a text book flying clothesline that knocks Creed right back down to the mat he then walks back to his corner and tags Dementia back in before suddenly lifting him up as if back dropping his own partner, but instead he just drops into a sitting position causing Dementia to come down hard with 240 pounds of leg drop right across the throat of Creed causing the fans to boo loudly as the two men show some good team work. Dementia just goes for the pin again,

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Kickout again by Creed.)

Dan Douglas: Good team work by Dementia and Cage and now they might be getting into this match, Creed however is looking a little out of it out there, he has not been his normal consistent self right now, Isaac has done all the offence

Billy Mayne: He is past the mark Dan, past the prime, he is losing it and Cage and Dementia are going to show him exactly why now, they are young, fit, charismatic and some of the best youth the ULW has to offer, Creed is a veteran living on past rather then present.

Dan Douglas: That’s your opinion but I prefer to think that Creed is an opponent who cannot be underestimated as you have just done, for doing that will, without a shadow of a doubt mean defeat!

(Dementia just gets up on his knees and takes a deep breath before glancing back at the Anarchy title, he then stands up and just grabs Creed by the head lifting him to his feet before snapmaring him back to the mat and then running off the far ropes before lifting a boot as he comes back at the sat up body, booting him hard in the back of the skull with a big boot that jolts Creed forward in his sitting position before he falls back on the mat, Dementia just turns and tags Cage back in, the two working well with frequent tags Dementia then bends Cage forward and lifts the lighter man up onto his shoulders as if for a powerbomb before suddenly grabbing his legs and with force lifting them up as Cage propels his own body away from Dementia causing him to flip in midair and hit a moonsault splash from the shoulders of Dementia right on top of Creed and right into a pinning predicament again,

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NO! Creed kicks out again, just in time to.

Cage gets up to his knees, angrily gazing at Creed before looking at Dementia, unsure what they need to do to put the Xtreme champion away, he grabs him by the head and then stands up lifting Creed up with him before slamming a right hand into his knocking him down to one knee, he stands and Cage hits another right knocking him right back down to one knee, Creed then stands up again and Cage goes for another right hand, but suddenly Creed ducks it and grabs Cage around the waist before suddenly lifting him 180 degrees in the air before dropping him dangerously on the back of his neck causing the fans in the front row to cringe at the impact of the suplex!!

Both men just lay on the mat for a moment, tired and hurt as a ‘Creed’ Chant goes up over and over again in the arena, he listens and begins crawling to his corner where Isaac is demanding the tag, seeing this Cage just grabs his ankle trying to stop the tag, but Creed is already to close and just slaps the hand of his brother to an almighty cheer from the fans, he steps over the ropes and just angrily charges at Cage hitting him with a huge clothesline before Dementia suddenly charges into the ring, but Isaac sees him coming and sidesteps him before grabbing the back of his head as he is running and using his own momentum to throw him clear of the top rope and right down to the safety mats outside!

He turns back to Cage who dazily stands up against the ropes only to receive a huge chop from the 6ft 10” monster Isaac Saine and another one causing the excited fans to ‘woo’ loudly with every connection, Isaac then steps away from the ropes dragging Cage with him before hooking his leg off the ground and wrapping his arm around the neck of Rusty before lifting him and dropping back into a nice fishermans suplex straight into a pin, but before there can even be a one count Dementia suddenly charges in and with both feet just leaps in the air stamping down on the mid-section of Isaac winding him and breaking the pin, Creed instantly jumps in the ring to attack, but Dementia just rolls back to the outside with a smile on his face as Isaac grips his ribs in pain while Cage looks weak on the mat, his head spinning with the impact of those last two suplex’s!)

Dan Douglas: OH! We could have had a three count there, that was vicious by Dementia damn it, he could have broke Isaac’s ribs there!

Billy Mayne: He could of, but this is wrestling, this sport isn’t for fairies or fairy lovers Dan and Isaac knows that!

(Slowly both men begin to move, Isaac is the most active, his body lifting to one knee first, with a gentle grapple he grabs the head of Cage and slowly begins to lift him back to his feet, he stands but instantly Rusty, on one knee now slams a right hand into his midsection and then another and another, the smaller man suddenly fighting to his feet and hitting Isaac with some hard right forearms to the side of the jaw knocking him back into the corner of the ring, he then grabs Isaac by the arm and just throws him across the ring into the opposite corner before running in after him and leaping at him, but Isaac suddenly moves, however Rusty is quick and lands on the middle rope feet first, he turns to look at Isaac who just charges in but is met with a swift kick to the stomach by Rusty who turns to face him only for Isaac to suddenly lash out with a nice right hand to the stomach that knocks Rusty Cage backwards into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, he then slams a hard right into his jaw before taunting to the fans who cheer loudly and climbing the turnbuckle himself, as he gets to the middle rope, Creed who has been waiting at the side of all of this suddenly tags himself in slapping his brothers leg, Isaac however is unconcerned and just hooks the arm of Cage before suddenly lifting him high into the air and holding him there as the fans watch in wonder, suddenly he just drops backwards and lands onto the mat from a HUGE superplex by Isaac Saine!! The fans are going crazy at this as Isaac just rolls out of the way, Creed suddenly leaps into the ring and grabs Cage by the head lifting him painfully back to his feet before holding him in the front gantry and calling for the total domination!!! The fans are going nuts as suddenly he lifts his arm to attempt the move, however before he can Dementia suddenly appears out of nowhere and clotheslines him to the ground with power!!

Boos erupt around the ring as the official angrily shouts at Dementia, however eruptions suddenly break out as Isaac Saine just lunges at him with a huge forearm and another and another knocking him back into the ropes before stepping back and hitting a huge clothesline with so much momentum it throws both men over the ropes and to the outside of the ring, the fans are on there feet as both Dementia and Isaac hit the safety mats hard, Isaac landing awkwardly on his leg, while Dementia lands on his side!

Back in the ring both men are groggy and just look to try and get back to there feet, neither man is looking to strong and both struggle to even get on all fours for a moment, however Creed is the first to stand and just turns to cage slamming him hard with forearms to the back of the head and then the back itself before grabbing his arm and throwing him off the ropes into the ones opposite but Cage suddenly reverses and sends Creed into the ropes instead, he bounces off them but as he comes back he just slides between the legs of Rusty Cage looking for an attack from behind, but Cage reacts quickly and runs away from Creed and into the ropes himself, gaining some momentum before coming back at the Xtreme champion and leaping into the air and onto the shoulders of Creed, NO, Creed suddenly moves his body and catches Rusty on both shoulders before looking at the fans and running across the ring and leaping forward into a forward roll, crushing the ribs of Cage under his weight before suddenly looking at the ropes and climbing to the middle one before leaping in the air and jumping into a sitting position so his legs hit the top rope sending him flipping backwards into a hugely impressive split leg moonsault, but Cage is quick and lifts his knees smashing them into the chest of Nathan causing the fans to boo as Creed suddenly stands up and grabs his upper body in pain!!!)

Dan Douglas: Good counter by Cage and this match has suddenly become very even, Creed is in pain here, real pain!

Billy Mayne: Forget that, look at Isaac and Dementia!

(The fans are going nuts as Isaac and Dementia stand in front of each other, steel chair in hand, suddenly Isaac slams the chair over the head of Dementia, staggering him, but as he goes to follow in suddenly Dementia turns the chair sideways and slams the hilt into the stomach of Isaac knocking the wind from his body before slamming the chair against his head to a cringe from the fans, but Isaac remains standing allowing Dementia to hit him again with the chair, Isaac however suddenly lifts his steel weapon and hits Dementia back staggering the smaller more broader built man, however Dementia suddenly throws the chair aside and just pokes Isaac in the eyes causing him to lower his guard and drop his chair on the floor, seeing the opportunity Dementia just boots Isaac in the stomach bending him forward before hooking his head in a front gantry and dropping hard on the fallen steel chair with a huge DDT!

The clash of skull against metal echoes around the arena as Isaac slumps onto his side, Dementia just sits up and grabs the ring apron using it to help him back up to his feet he then turns away from Isaac, the gold of the Anarchy title gleaming in his face, slowly as if mesmerized he walks toward it and just lifts it into his hands staring down at it before whispering to himself, manically speaking to the title telling it that it is his baby, his dream, his fate, even his destiny, the fans are just booing at this, but in his daze Dementia has no idea that Isaac is astoundingly back to his feet, leaning on the guard rail as he shakes the cobwebs, slowly Dementia turns around and looks past the gold but sees a huge size 15 boot slam straight into his face knocking him hard to the mats as the belt falls from his hands to the ground, Isaac just falls to his side again, but grabs the apron to hold him up, the fans are cheering loudly at Isaac dropping Dementia, but realizing the need for his title, Isaac picks the Anarchy belt up and just throws it over his shoulder before climbing the ring barrier and walking with the fans, the mass amounts of people around him, tapping his back and looking into the viewing camera as it watches Isaac’s every move, Dementia is just beginning to get up as Isaac continues to trace backwards, with a deep breath he suddenly throws the title in the air, just as Dementia turns to look at him angrily, suddenly however as Isaac does this the security doors behind him suddenly open and from nowhere IT’S EDDIE VINES!!! The fans are in shock as the Cannibal just leaps on Isaac’s back biting deeply into his neck and holding it as if it where a submission, Isaac just calls out in agony at this as Eddie causes blood to run down the pectoral muscle of Isaac, however suddenly the Anarchy champion drops to a sitting position lifting his arm around the back of Eddie Vines head hitting him with a huge stunner that catapults Eddie backwards and hard to the ground behind him!

Isaac just grabs his shoulder in pain and quickly stands up and turns to see who did it before looking shocked to see Eddie Vines, the two former UCWF members from way back, however with his back turned Dementia just charges in hitting Isaac with a huge clothesline before waving to someone through the security doors, suddenly official Stuart Wright appears with a sandwich in hand, Dementia just swipes it out of his hands before demanding he make a count on Isaac, he drops to his knees and makes the cover,

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Dementia looks furious and shoves the official away before lifting the head of Isaac and viciously pounding away on the face of the champion, however as he looks up Eddie is back on his feet and just charges at him hitting him with a slapping shining wizard kick that has the fans showing a huge mixed reaction, he then stands up and quickly covers Isaac himself,

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Dan Douglas: What the hell!?! Eddie Vines and Andrew May are in ULW after that Anarchy title and Dementia as well, this tag team match has got out of control and we are now left with a singles bout damn it!

Tim May: I can’t believe any of that, first Isaac runs like a coward, then that freakish meat eater Eddie Vines comes back from rejectville and then Andrew May arrives thinking he is some sort of big shot that can make it in the ULW – what the hell are these idiots thinking?

Dan Douglas: Andrew May and Eddie shouldn’t be overlooked, Eddie has a HUGE amount of pedigree in the hardcore division and has done for years and Andrew was world champion down there for a reason, he has the potential to be something, believe me!

(Rusty just looks over the ropes at the chaos going on outside the ring, demanding Dementia come back to the ring and help him out but the noise from the fans is to high and Dementia can’t hear a thing, angrily Cage kicks the ropes and swears wildly under his breath before turning to see Creed back to his feet, suddenly, he charges across the mat but Creed see’s it coming and ducks the wild clothesline attempt from Cage before turning to face him, he turns moments later, shocked he missed his attack but even more shocked as suddenly Creed takes away his legs from under him and suddenly steps between them but instead of crossing them he just turns Cage over onto his front and locks in a modified Liontamer!!! COURTESY CALL!!! COURTESY CALL!! The fans are going nuts, pure nuts as Creed locks it in, his teeth gritted together and his face clenched in the need for the victory, wildly Rusty gets up onto his arms and swings his head around, trying to numb the pain and ignore the move that has destroyed the hopes and dreams of so many, his face is red with agony and the anguish is pouring out as he roars out at the referees consistent and unrelenting offer to give up, oh how tempting it is, just to let the agony of having this move locked in on you all but disappear, but his mind won’t let him, he can’t quit, he can’t go down, he is doing this for Jackson, for the hopes of the livewire title defense, he shakes his head as he slumps back to the ring mat, however with a roar of anguish and impatience, Creed just tugs on the hold harder and that’s it, Rusty can’t take anymore and just taps rampantly on the mat, the bell ringing as the official calls for the end of the match, instantly Creed lets go and falls to his knees, the Xtreme belt being handed back to him as his music blasts out of the sound system, the fans are on there feet cheering loudly as Cage rolls out of the ring holding his knee, Nathan just stands up and sees Dementia swearing under his breath amongst the fans, he then lifts his title in the air and angrily clashes gazes with Cage as the shot begins to dim.)


JUST GETTING STARTED


With a wide range of hisses, boos and hateful obscenities, the camera opens on the backs of Sean Johnson and Steve Newman as they move down a large open corridor. They are in a hurry it seems with Steve’s bag over his shoulder, progressing towards the exit to the arena as quickly as their frames will allow. Steve turns to keep a careful eye out for anyone who maybe following while Sean moves with a very fast pace to vacate the premises.

Tony Dull: Sean, Steve, can I get a word with you....

Sean stops abruptly and glances over his shoulder as none other than backstage correspondent, Tony Dull rushes into the camera’s frame, in a huff from behind them. He takes a deep breath, sweating as he was obviously running to reach them before they could vacate the arena, Sean glaring at Tony with a less than impressed expression on his face. Steve steps up behind Sean, keeping his thick arms crossed over his chest in a threatening manner.

Sean: What the hell do you want? Does it look like I’m anxious to give an interview here, I’m leaving the fucking arena as we speak.

With a fearful, quivering tone, Tony starts.

Tony: I understand that sir, and I’m very sorry Mr. Johnson, I just wanted to find out why you guys did what you did to Silencer just a few moments ago. And why Steve has decided to return by helping you destroy the former World Heavyweight Champion.

Steve doesn’t reply, just merely grins in a threatening manner when Sean extends his finger and begins to violently poke Tony in the chest in a hostile manner.

Johnson: It’s obvious why Steve returned and jumped back on the bandwagon with Genocide, it’s because he knows a winner when he sees one. The two of us go way back, we’re like brothers for crying out loud! We’re the single greatest tag team this federation has ever known, and we’ll be proving that in the coming weeks, after we’ve finished what was started with Silencer.

Tony appears confused as he raises the mic to his lips, backed into a wall due to the poking of his chest.

Dull: What you started?

Johnson: Damn straight, what we started. This isn’t over, this isn’t over by a long shot, not until Silencer is so badly beaten he finally throws in the towel, like he should have done all those years ago. Steve and I, are going to introduce him to levels of pain that he’s never experienced, and nothing, nothing will stop us!

With a quick thrust he turns away from Tony and marches off down the corridor with the bag still over his shoulder. He leaves Steve in his wake, who just looks a petrified Dull up and down, grinning maniacally throughout the process. He snickers before turning away from Tony and following Genocide down the corridor. The camera settles on the frightened features of Tony, who’s hand has slipped over his heart while he watches the duo march away.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


A DISTURBING MIND


A light hearted smile rests on the face of Robin Brooks as she strolls through the backstage corridor in the direction of something that remains off camera. She steps almost right into the lens while brushing her hair back behind her ears and smirking as she passes by several familiar faces. While Robin moves by a gathering of stage hands, they all wave and grin in her direction, Brooks reciprocating their gesture. She finally takes a deep breath though, her grin fading and being replaced with concern as she nears the doorway that she was moving towards. The engraving upon the entrance reads, “Lockeroom,” which causes her to take a gulp, obviously nervous about something. She gently pushes the door open and steps inside, her eyes immediately focusing upon none other than the Future, Nathan Creed. He sits upon a bench, with his hands interlocked and placed in front of his mouth, leaning forward in front of them. A large ace bandage is wrapped around his arm and his ribs after that brutal tables, ladders and chairs match at Retribution. The thoughts of how that contest concluded have not faded from his memory, and seem to be fueling his anger, his frustration. His eyes glare forward, past the wall, staring off into another world as Robin hesitantly approaches him, detecting his rage. Sweat sparkles on his tired frame from his grueling tag team bout just a few moments ago.

Robin: Hey Nathan, I just wanted to pop in and see how you were doing. The stage hands told me you got here a few minutes ago, and we haven’t really had a chance to talk over the past week since......

Nathan: Since what Robin, go ahead and say it......

His eyes snap vindictively in the direction of Brooks, who acts taken a back by his outrage, slightly unnerved by it in fact. Her concern seems to be growing as she’s the intensity and outrage brewing within the troubled mind of Nathan.

Brooks: Say what?

Nathan rises from his bench and lowers his head, shaking it as he stares at the floor in a fury.

Creed: Since I was screwed out of my Livewire title for a second time by that mother fucker Jackson Adams!

In a fit of pure rage Nathan spins around and slugs the locker over his shoulder with tremendous impact, enough to leave a dent in its surface. Robin jumps back, holding her hand over her heart, fearful and shocked by the reaction of Creed as he leans palms first against the lockers. He seemingly can’t even bare to turn around and look at Robin in his current state of mind.

Robin: Creed, it’s alright, you’ve got your rematch clause, and you still got the Xtreme title. You’ll get another shot at Jackson, so just try to relax.

Robin slowly slides her hands onto the shoulders of Nathan, comfortably stroking them as Creed tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t want comfort though it seems as he turns his body away from Brooks.

Nathan: How can I possibly relax when that bastard is walking around with my Livewire title? There’s no way I can relax when people are calling him the champion, and with him holding a one on one victory against me. I can’t deal with it Robin, it’s too much for me to handle to even think about it.....

Nathan squeezes his fist together tightly, almost to the point that it produces blood from his palms. Brooks won’t leave him be though, especially in this condition as she steps forward and gently slides her hands onto his shoulders once more.

Brooks: You’ll get your belt back Nathan, don’t worry about i.....

Well if it isn’t the fluke champ himself, hahahaha.....

The crowd has a mixed reaction on the inside of the arena as Donovan Cage strolls confidently forward into the camera’s frame. Just like is most cases in which he’s been seen before on ULW TV, he consistently lifts a small dumbbell into the air, arrogantly staring at Nathan as he moves up in front of him. He isn’t dressed for in ring competition as he removes his expensive shades and continues to overlook Nathan, who’s face begins to become a very dark shade of red, almost blue.

Cage: You know, Nathan, I just got to ask seeing as I’ve never felt this sensation before, but how does it feel to be an absolute loser.....hahahaha.

Donovan’s charismatic grin fails to give Nathan any amusement as he slowly looks over his shoulder at Robin, who appears shocked by the arrogance of Mr. Cage. She shakes her head as Creed now turns back towards the smiling Donovan.

Nathan: You know what Donovan, I don’t know the answer to that, but maybe you can tell me how this feels....

Nathan grabs Donovan by the back of the head with quickness and rushes him face first into one of the lockers before he has time to respond. He bounces off the steel and staggers backwards as Nathan spins him around and takes his legs out from under him, dropping him onto his back and then rolling him over onto his stomach, placing him in the Courtesy Call. With a roar Nathan stares forward as Robin desperately tries to pull him off now.

Brooks: Stop Nathan, stop it, your going to break his back, stop it!

Donovan is yelling out in anguish as Robin is powerless to pull Creed off the submission. Nathan is all consumed with anger as Robin grabs her hair in shock at the sight of this.

Robin: Help! Somebody help!!

There is no other recourse but for Brooks to turn and step through the doorway into the corridor, trying to find someone to help her get the snapped Nathan off of Cage.

Brooks: Can someone please help me, he’s lost his mind!

Brooks steps out into the hallway with the door closing behind her, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she’s blindsided from behind by none other than Anarchy. The crowd screams with anger on the inside of the arena as Anarchy drives his forearm into the back of Brooks, knocking her forward and down the corridor. Robin falls into a table as the stagehands she passed before quickly scatter, not expecting this attack whatsoever. Before she has time to respond Anarchy grabs her by the back of the head and slams her face first into the table before taking a hold of her hair and leading her down the corridor.

Anarchy: Do you think I forgot what you did to me all those weeks ago you little bitch!?! Well do you!?! We’re not waiting for a match dammit, it’s happening right now!

The fans are still booing as a dazed Robin is now dragged down the corridor leading to the ring by the furious Anarchy.


ANARCHY VS. ROBIN BROOKS VS. JUAN RAMIREZ


Dan: What insanity backstage, Robin Brooks being assaulted by Anarchy and Nathan beating down Donovan Cage. I cannot believe what is going down here tonight on what has been a highly unpredictable addition of Annihilation.

Mayne: I’m not sure what else could possibly go down here tonight on top of everything we’ve already seen. You know things are just going to go from bad to worse as this night progresses, I mean, every Annihilation follows that same format.

Dan: Hold on a second Billy, it looks like our next match is starting right now!

Through the curtains stagger none other than Robin Brooks, holding the back of her neck as Anarchy strolls out behind her with a flustered expression on his face. He bashes her over the back of the head with a forearm strike, and then does it once more, the crowd booing at the sight of this.

Mayne: See what I mean, this night just going off the deep end thus far, exactly as I predicted it would.

Referee Ingelson emerges from the back while Robin is knocked into a roll down the ramp as Anarchy follows, very intense, very deranged throughout the process. Brooks starts to force herself up when Anarchy moves up beside her, grabbing the back of her head and shorts, rushing her straight at the steel steps. He pushes her down and head first into the stairs, which she bashes off of violently, falling onto her side throughout the process. Anarchy approaches her with a truly demented glint in his eyes as Brooks holds her neck and tries to force herself up onto her feet. The back of her head is taken into the hands of Anarchy who turns her towards the ring and rolls her in under the ropes, about to enter himself as he climbs up onto the apron. Suddenly the crowd erupts as none other than Juan Ramirez, grabs him by the ankle and pulls him off the apron, landing feet first in front of him. Juan immediately drills him to the face with a right, then does it again before Anarchy responds with shots of his own.

Douglas: Now Juan Ramirez coming out here to complete this triple threat equation and coming to the aid of Robin Brooks almost as well.

Mayne: This thug clearly is out for one person, and that’s him, he’s just trying to get an advantage over Anarchy.

Anarchy grabs Juan and drills him to the side of the face with a forearm shiver, before pulling him forward into a European Uppercut. He staggers backwards away from Anarchy and towards the ramp as the deranged individual pounces upon him. Juan chops him across the chest as he nears though, and then does it once again, very stiffly across his sternum, staggering his opposition while Robin stands up in the ring. She now grabs the top rope and springs up onto it before flying off and flipping through the air as both Juan and Anarchy turn towards her. The crowd erupts as Brooks hits a springboard shooting star press from the top rope, straight onto both men, knocking them all down to the mats in a heap.

Mayne: Oh my God, is Brooks crazy!?!

Douglas: I don’t believe what I just saw, she connected with a springboard shooting star press onto both of her opponents in this match!

The fans are giving Robin a standing ovation as she forces herself up onto her feet in a painstaking manner. As soon as she gets up, Juan does as well, turning into a forearm strike from the angry Black Widow. Brooks grabs Ramirez by the back of the head and drags him to the ring, rolling the dazed competitor in under the ropes onto his hands and knees. Robin jumps onto the apron and grabs the top rope which she uses to pull herself over as she flies over the back of Juan and wraps her arms around his neck and thigh. She pulls him over sideways into a California roll pinning predicament.

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Juan kicks out, dropping over onto his knees while Brooks grabs him by the wrist though and stands up quickly, swinging around under his arm. She forces Juan up onto his feet now and then swings around, connecting with a back heel kick to his gut and then rushing forward into the cables. She springs onto the middle rope and flies off, turning in mid air as she lands on the shoulders of Ramirez, going for the hurricarana. As she drops back though, Juan holds onto her legs, keeping her from connecting with the move. He now shakes his head and lifts Brooks back up into the air into a seated position upon his shoulders while Anarchy climbs to the top rope behind them both. Robin doesn’t spot him as she drills Ramirez to the forehead repeatedly with closed fists, Anarchy getting to the top cable and then flying off. The fans react with shock as Anarchy hits a crossbody on Brooks while she is stuck in the powerbomb position. Both of them fly down to the canvas now with Anarchy on top, pinning her to the canvas.

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Juan steps in and stomps Anarchy to the back of the head, with the fans cheering loudly over what they just saw. He grabs Anarchy around the neck now and pulls him to his feet, before swinging around so that he has him in a reverse neckbreaker position. Anarchy spins around out of that though to face Juan’s back, hooking both of his arms before he drops back into a dragon suplex, bridging over in reverse for the pin.

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Robin gets to her feet and rushes in, jumping into the air and connecting with a double stomp directly to the gut of Anarchy, the crowd reacting with a huge wave of cheers as the Black Widow lands on the canvas beside both men now. She rushes forward into the ropes and jumps onto the middle one, springing off into a moonsault straight on top of Anarchy, who’s body goes into convulsions.

Douglas: What high impact moves by Robin Brooks, in what is turning into a fast paced, hard hitting contest.

Mayne: All three of these athletes looking to get themselves into Livewire title contention by getting a quick win. However, every time one of them goes for the pin, the other individual is right there to break up the three count.

Dan: Yes, as tends to be the format of a triple threat match.

Billy: Hey, I’m the smartass in this commentary team Dan, learn to accept that.

Robin drops down and goes for the pinfall, but before a count can even be made, Juan steps in and drops a quick leg across the back of her neck. Brooks grabs her head and rolls away from Anarchy as Ramirez gets to his feet and approaches her quickly, stomping the back of her noggin several times. He grabs her by the hair and rolls her onto her knees before dragging her to her feet and chopping her stiffly across the chest. Robin screams out in pain as she is backed into the turnbuckle, Juan bending forward and burying his shoulder against her gut as he lifts her into the air. He sits her on the top rope and chops upward into her chest, Robin yelling out in pain once more as he steps up onto the turnbuckle himself. He pulls Robin’s head forward onto his shoulder as he locks her in position for the t-bone suplex, the crowd screaming. Robin tries to fight it though, attempting to get out of this position to the best of her abilities when Anarchy stands up and staggers up behind Juan. He turns, sticking his head under the legs of Ramirez and wrapping his arms around his waist before rushing away from the corner. The crowd reacts with shock as Juan places his hands to the top of Anarchy’s head, pushing himself over top of it as he lands on the canvas behind his back, avoiding the powerbomb. As soon as he does, Robin flies off the top rope and lands on his shoulders, dropping back into the hurricarana. She holds onto the back of his legs, while seated on his chest, going for the pinfall as a result.

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Anarchy turns around and rushes in, connecting with a stiff knee to her face that causes Brooks to fall over backwards. Juan sits up in the process as Robin’s legs hang over his shoulders, putting her in the pinning predicament now.

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Anarchy rushes into the ropes in front of Juan, bouncing off the cables and coming back in before he dives forward, over the head of Ramirez. He catches it and drops down to the canvas with a flip over reverse neckbreaker, stopping the three count from being made. Referee Ingelson stands up and indicates that the three has yet to be made while Robin rolls over onto her knees, holding her face in pain. Ramirez is gripping his head while Anarchy stands up and moves towards Brooks quickly, blasting her over the back with a forearm strike. He then does it once more, wearing out the young Robin before he grabs her around the neck, forcing her up onto her feet. He snaps back into a quick, hard hitting vertical suplex before keeping a hold of the front gantry and rolling over onto his knees. He pulls Robin with him and drags her up onto her feet before hooking her leg and lifting her into the air. He turns the Black Widow in mid air and drops her down to the canvas between his legs with the Ki Crusher to the shock of the fans. Robin sits up on the canvas, shouting out in pain as Anarchy immediately scrambles into the cover, pushing her down onto her back and falling into the pin.

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Robin gets her shoulder up off the canvas, turning onto her side throughout the process.

Mayne: A nice combination by Anarchy, who I must tell you is really impressing me lately Dan. He just walked right through Jimmy Pruitt at Retribution, and since he’s been here with the ULW, he’s only had one loss against Robin Brooks.

Douglas: Which has sent him off the deep end here tonight apparently.

Anarchy stands up when Juan moves in quickly and pops him across the jaw with a right, then does it once more. Anarchy is staggered with each shot before Ramirez spins around and goes for one last right hand. It’s ducked however as Anarchy steps around behind his back, bending forward and burying his shoulder into his spine and then hoisting him up into the air. Juan counters though by pushing himself forward and grabbing the head of Anarchy, pulling him down into a stunner from the back drop suplex position. The crowd reacts with shock as Anarchy stands up and stumbles in reverse with a very glazed look in his eyes, Juan turning around and getting to his feet. He steps in and hits a hard left hook to the side of Anarchy’s face, causing him to turn away from him before he wraps his arms around the waist of his opponent, going for the German suplex. Anarchy is blocking it though to the best of his abilities when Robin stands up in a sluggish manner then rushes into the ropes in front of both men. Robin steps up the ropes and turns around on the top one before flying off and over the backs of both men. She wraps her around the waist of Ramirez as she flips over him, dragging him down into a sunset flip. As he falls in reverse, he pulls Anarchy over into the bridging German suplex. The official drops down and makes a double count.

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Both Anarchy and Ramirez kick out with the crowd putting their hands together, really getting into this fast paced action.

Douglas: We were very close to having two winners right there.

Mayne: That would have been insane, and unacceptable if you ask me, because only one person has shown he deserves to win this match, and that’s Anarchy.

Dan: Would you please stop your shameless ass kissing for one second?

Robin gets to her feet as does Juan, who spins around and rushes at her, throwing a hard right hand. Brooks ducks under it and gets behind his back, immediately wrapping her arm around his neck and dropping down into a reverse neckbreaker. Juan hits the canvas hard while Anarchy now begins to stand in front of Brooks, using the ropes for support. Robin rises to her feet and comes rushing in now when Anarchy bends forward and catches her against his shoulders, lifting her into the air and trying to throw her to the outside. Brooks grabs the top cable though and floats over, landing on her feet upon the apron, avoiding going to the outside. As soon as she does this, Anarchy turns around and throws a wild right hand. Brooks ducks it though and then reaches up with both hands, interlocking them around the jaw of Anarchy as his back faces her. She drops off the apron and causes the back of his neck to strike the cables as he bounces off and almost rushes forward straight into Juan who catches him with a spinning powerslam. Anarchy is driven hard into the ring as Juan falls into the cover, hooking his leg with barely any strength remaining.

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Anarchy kicks out with defiance as an agitated Brooks turns, burying her shoulders into his gut. She reaches out, hooking one of his legs as Ingelson drops down to make the three count again. Instead of going for the pin, Robin rolls sideways in the direction of Anarchy’s head, getting onto her knees and lifting him up off the canvas. He is still draped over her shoulders as Brooks stands up, keeping one of the legs hooked and her other arm wrapped around his neck trying to lift him for something big. Before she can though Anarchy awakes and drives his forearm over her back several times and then readjusts himself. He turns, wrapping his arm around her neck and dropping back into a hard DDT. Brooks’ head crashes into the canvas violently before she rolls onto her back, looking almost out of it. Anarchy stands up quickly as Juan has risen to his feet with his back pressed to the turnbuckle, convalescing his battered body. Anarchy bolts across the ring quickly, jumping into the air when Ramirez steps out of the way quickly. This causes him to land feet first on the second rope, grabbing the top one to stabilize himself when Juan steps to his side and bends forward. He sticks his head under the arm of Anarchy and drags him off the turnbuckle, stepping to the center of the ring as he holds him in the torture rack. The crowd is going nuts as Anarchy yells out in pain, not expecting to find himself in this submission.

Without warning, Robin gets her feet, holding her neck as she rushes into the ropes behind both men. She bounces off and comes back in, grabbing Anarchy around the neck and causing Juan to drop back into a swinging neckbreaker, Somoan drop combination. The fans put their hands together at the sight of this while Anarchy sits up, holding his neck and shouting out in pain.

Douglas: What a sick unintentional combination by Juan Ramirez and Robin Brooks!

Mayne: This match is by far and away, moving at too quick of a pace for me to call.

Robin stands up, gripping her neck when Juan rises as well, charging in for a spinning neckbreaker of his own. He grabs her around the neck and begins to swing around when Robin pulls her head free and gets behind the back of Ramirez, catching both of his arms. She drops down, pulling him over into the back slide pin across both of his shoulders.

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Juan rolls over in reverse out of the back slide as Robin begins to stand up in front of him. He charges in with a lariat only for Robin to catch his arm and push it backwards before she wraps her arms around his neck and swings around into a huge neckbreaker. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of this as Juan sits up, reaching for his neck in pain. The Black Widow rises to her feet as Anarchy forces himself up as well, in just as much pain. He catches Brooks with a right to the face, and then does it once more, very tired, very weak after all the hard hitting moves exchanged between these three. He throws one more shot that Brooks ducks under, getting behind his back. Anarchy spins around when Robin catches him with a hard, stiff kick right under the jaw, knocking him into a backwards stumble directly into the cables. Somehow he remains upright while Juan gets to his feet as well. He steps towards Brooks and catches her with a stiff fist shot to the jaw, followed by another one, and then a third. Robin is barely able to keep her feet beneath her from these hard shots as Juan kisses his knuckle and goes for the knock out shock. Brooks side steps it and hooks his arm in the process, reaching out with her legs across the back of Ramirez and locking them around his other arm. She has him in position for the crucifix, but can’t get him over, Juan refusing to be taken off his feet. Anarchy staggers forward suddenly and drops down, catching Juan around the leg and pulling him over in reverse into a school boy. The crowd reacts with shock as Anarchy pulls him down into the pin and Robin drags him over with the crucifix pinning predicament at he same time. Juan ends up on the back of his shoulders, being held down by Robin while Anarchy stands up and leans down into the back of his legs, pinning him as well. The referee slides in and makes the count.

Mayne: Wait, ref, they’re both pinning him!

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The arena reacts with shock as Robin and Anarchy both get the pinfall over Juan Ramirez, who rolls onto his knees looking stunned. He raises two fingers into the air, pleading with the official, who will not hear it as Brooks rises to a kneeling base, groggy and exhausted. Anarchy drops to his knees, looking out of it as well when Ingelson steps in and grabs both of their wrists, lifting them both into the air, signaling that they were both victorious in this triple threat match. Some fans cheer and others boo this decision as Anarchy slowly turns his head to stare at Brooks, who is glaring in a weakened state right back at him.

Douglas: Both Robin Brooks and Anarchy have won this triple threat match, what effects is this going to have on the top 5 rankings for the Livewire title contendership!?!

Mayne: I don’t know, but I think this is a complete bullshit ending to what was a very exciting, fast paced match up. What’s with all these bullshit endings tonight? Are we turning into WCW for Christ sakes?

Robin and Anarchy remain focused on one another, too tired to battle it out, but furious over the fact that they are forced to share this victory.


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TAKING A STAND


The crowd is still watching on after seeing some hard hitting, fast paced action this evening when Metallica’s “Unforgiven” strikes the PA system, feeding through the speakers and inciting an eruption of boos from the sold out crowd. Before there is time for their spite to properly register the curtains fly apart and through them strolls the furious Annihilation General Manager Mark Comeau. His repugnant expression being cast over the fans around him as he marches with a purpose towards the ring, absolute rage flowing through his tense body. Behind him as usual, strolls Jackson Adams with the Livewire title over his shoulder and an arrogant grin on his face, as well as the over seven foot monster Baine, and of course, the ever reliable Mr. Rusty Cage.

Billy Mayne: And what a way to bring us back from commercial break Dan, with the Alpha Generation and Mark Comeau storming the ring.

Dan Douglas: Oh great, just another reason for people to turn the channel. These assholes have no business coming out here and eating up even more precious airtime.

Mayne: Are you kidding me? Without them, there might not even be an Annihilation. Mark has taken this show to even greater prosperity than any figure head in the history of this federation.

Dan: Maybe from your crazed vantage point, which usually consists of you looking up straight rectal orifice.

Mark storms across the apron with his face twisted in anger, bending forward and sliding through the ropes into the ring as he steps to the center of it. He shouts for a microphone while Adams rolls his eyes, stepping onto the apron, clearing not being all too pleased about coming out here for some reason. Baine steps over the ropes into the ring while Rusty slides through and opens the cables enough for Adams to slide through into the ring. Once he does, he thrusts the Livewire title over his shoulder once more. Mark receives his microphone and steps to the center of the squared circle, looking around at the booing fans.

Mark: That’s about all of that I’m going to take from you people. No more heckling, and no more laughing at my expense, so SHUT UP!

The boos get even louder while Mark stares out over the crazed sea of humanity, many only further heckling him despite his demands.

Mark: I am sick of being the butt of people’s jokes around here, I’m fed up with having my authority spit upon by fans such as yourselves, and people who call themselves respectable professional wrestling champions. I’ve been here for too long to be ridiculed, to be disrespected in the ways that I have been. Does anybody realize what I’ve done for this company, the hell my life has endured as I’ve tried to place the weight of this federation on my shoulders and drag it to greater prosperity than it’s ever seen!?! No, you don’t. Because instead of respecting me, instead of respecting the ways I’ve changed this industry, you’d rather cram your fat asses in those seats to chuckle as Desolation tries to make a fool out of me. No more, I’ve had it!

The General Manager’s face is almost pure red as he casts his finger out in the direction of the fans, almost to the point that steam is about to shoot from his ears over his anger concerning the antics of one World Champion.

Mayne: That’s right, we should respect the man and all he’s done for this company. He’s been here for two straight years running the flagship show of Annihilation. What business does Desolation have constantly berating him?

Douglas: Ummm, because it’s funny? Mark needs to learn how to get a damn sense of humor already. This company would be much better if he stopped being Mr. Serious all the time and joined in with the fun that has swept over Annihilation.

Billy: Yeah right, if he does that, then what comes next? Necrophilia angles, Jackass antics? I think not.

Jackson Adams gives Mark a rather sympathetic glare while the GM strolls back and forth with the microphone tightly clutched, trembling from his anger.

Comeau: I’m tired of being second guessed, I’m sick of being getting in my face and thinking there will be no repercussions. It’s time for me to put the fear of God back into people, and seeing as I’m the savior of Annihilation, I should be the one everyone is terrified of. After all, it was my handiwork that ended the career of AWOL, that finally forced him from this company, and it’s my same passion for control and obedience that will see me rid Annihilation of Desolation as well. He’s been riding on a wave of success since Paranoia for way too long, he’s had one incredible run I must admit, taking him straight to the World Heavyweight Championship, but his streak is about to come to an end. You people heard me, the fun and the games are over, and so is Desolation!!

The features of Mark twitch from his anger while the crowd boos the declaration of war rather loudly.

Mark: I’m not going to tolerate Desolation’s antics anymore, it comes to an end, and it will come to a bloody end! I will not stop, I will put everyone of my resources into taking Desolation out, into ending his World title reign. Thus far, I’ve failed I must admit to end his reign of lunacy, every obstacle that’s been put in front of him, he’s hurdled over. But just like his passion to keep overcoming the odds, I’m just as passionate to continue putting them in his path to glory. It is my goal in life to do one thing, and one thing alone now, and that’s end Desolation!!

The GM is almost foaming from the mouth before Jackson grabs the microphone from his hand rather abruptly and steps forward. He shakes his head with a non too pleased expression on his face as he adjusts the Livewire gold over his shoulder a bit. Mark glares at him in a state of disbelief that his microphone was just taken away from him so abruptly. Baine and Rusty also watch on in confusion while JA lifts the mic to his mouth with a scornful expression on his face.

Jackson: Mark, do you ever stop to think for a change....?

The GM crosses his arms and glares at Jackson in confusion.

Adams: Because it seems like you come out here and make the same bold claims every week, and I’m not sure about everyone else, but frankly, I’m growing sick of hearing this big talk and seeing you fail to make good on your promises.

Jackson steps forward, extending his finger as he buries it into the chest of a stunned Comeau, a look of betrayal in his eyes as he glances at the Livewire Champion.

Mayne: What is Jackson doing?

Douglas: I don’t know, but for once I actually agree with the man.

Jackson gives Mark a truly spiteful glare while Baine and Rusty stand back, both men very bewildered over the actions of the Champion.

Jackson: Week in, week out Mark, you constantly get us into these situations where the Alpha Generation is used as your private little army to help wage your wars, not ours! Every time you send us out against someone like AWOL, or Desolation, we end up failing because of you!

Jackson points into the face of Mark now, who rears his head back, still looking to be caught off guard completely.

Adams: First it was AWOL, and now it’s going to be a never ending routine where we constantly get our asses handed to us by Desolation. But it’s not my fault, it’s not the fault of Rusty Cage, it all comes down to poor leadership. The blame for our failures falls on your shoulders Mark., and if you can’t get the job accomplished as commander of Annihilation, then perhaps it’s time for someone else to take the reigns.

Mark tilts his head, glaring into the face of Jackson as he tries to plead his case now, but JA seems to be hearing none of it, the fans all watching on intently though.

Jackson: I think it’s time for a change Mark, I think it’s time we get the real source of the problem out of the way. It’s time for a new leader to step forward and get things done that you’ve failed time and time again to accomplish. It’s time for Jackson Adams, and the Alpha Generation to run Annihilation......

Mark’s jaw has dropped, utterly shocked by this statement as Adams lowers the microphone and just glares into the GM’s eyes, into the eyes of the man who took him under his wing and created the Alpha Generation. Without warning Jackson slaps him across the side of the face now rather brutally, Mark grabbing his cheek and stumbling backwards into the massive abdomen of Baine. The crowd looks on just as stunned as Comeau, in disbelief over the fact that Jackson just turned on his mentor.

Mayne: Oh my God, Jackson just slapped Mark Comeau! What is he thinking!?!

Douglas: The man is a disgraceful little punk. I’m glad to see him grow a backbone, but I can’t believe he’d blame Mark Comeau for his pitfalls, and the pitfalls of the group that the GM created.

Mark’s hand is quivering as he turns to face Jackson slowly, a large red streak on his cheek as Jackson just stares at him with apathy, showing little emotion. He raises the microphone to his lips rather slowly now as he looks up at Baine, who’s jaw is hanging open, then glares at Rusty Cage. Comeau turns and motions for both men to get Jackson, in a furious manner, his features just as red as the mark on his cheek.

Adams: Gentlemen, please escort the former Annihilation General Manager from the building.

Mark smirks as he shakes his head and pats Rusty on the shoulder, and then slaps Baine on the chest, confident they are still allied with him. He points at Jackson and tells them to strike as he steps forward, before he realizes that neither man has budged from their positions. They continue to just stare forward with little emotion as Mark stares back at them, his mouth gaping open and dismay setting into his eyes. Baine and Rusty both stare at one another slowly and then nod before they reach out and grab Mark by his jacket, beginning to drag the GM towards the ropes.

Mayne: Rusty Cage and Baine have aligned themselves with Jackson Adams, I cannot believe they’re following his orders! They’re double crossing Comeau!

Douglas: The Alpha Generation has just led a coupe against Mark Comeau, I’m just as stunned as you are Billy!

Mark is turning his eyes back and forth to stare at both men’s faces in disbelief, unable to believe that this mutiny has been led against him. He seems to be questioning what he did when he’s thrown through the ropes by Baine to the outside of the ring, the giant stepping over the cables as Rusty slides between them. They drop to the sides of Mark and grab him by the collar of his jacket, forcing him up the ramp as the GM tries his best to struggle free from their grips. He is fighting this to the best of his abilities, trying to squirm loose as he’s led up the ramp by two men he took under his wing. The fans are still watching on disbelief over what they are seeing, speechless as Adams raises the microphone to his mouth once more.

Jackson: A new era is upon us ladies and gentlemen, one ran by the Alpha Generation, one lead by Jackson Adams! This is a revolution, and like any revolution there will be casualties. Unlike Mark’s quest, mine will succeed, mine will lead to greater things here in the ULW, mine will lead to a future World Heavyweight title reign, to a future free of men like Desolation, Nathan Creed, and the person I’m about to face right now, Orlando Cruze. So seeing as I’m so pumped over dispensing with one piece of trash that was holding this federation back, it’s time to take care of another, Orlando bring your ass out here right now, and let’s do this match!

Jackson tosses the microphone down hard before he grabs his shirt and begins to remove it, still all fired up, with the fans watching on in shock.

Mayne: I, I, I, don’t believe this, I’m speechless for the first time in my career. I never though Jackson Adams would turn on the hand that has fed him for so long, the man he’s been conspiring with since the end of 2005.

Dan: I think winning the Livewire title at Retribution has made Jackson Adams, drunk with power.

Billy: I just don’t get it, why Jackson, why?


JACKSON ADAMS VS. ORLANDO CRUZE


Jackson remains in the ring, getting himself ready for competition when the rampway is filled with smoke emanating from behind the curtain as Run by Snow Patrol hits over the speakers system. Orlando walks from behind the curtain and through the smoke looking left and then right, before lifting his arm in the air as an explosion rocks the arena.

Douglas: I hope Jackson Adams realizes what he’s getting himself into with this match against Orlando. Cruze is all fired up and emotional after what happened at Retribution, and I certainly, if I was Jackson that is, wouldn’t be so eager about getting Orlando in the ring right about now.

Mayne: Fired up, emotional? You talk about Orlando like he’s on his period or something. If anyone is motivated it’s Jackson Adams, I mean, for crying out loud, did you just see what he did, and hear his decree to get things done? It all starts with Orlando, Dan.

Orlando jumps onto the apron, turning and nodding his head towards the fans with a respectful expression on his face while Jackson continues to lurk within the ring, coveting the title tightly in his hand. He raises it slowly and points towards the belt as Orlando glares at him and then slides through the ropes into the ring, as soon as he does, Jackson rushes forward with the gold. He swings it at the head of Orlando, who ducks under it and gets behind his back, Jackson spinning around to face. He walks straight into a closed fist to the face, followed by another one, then a third shot, sending spit flying from his mouth. The crowd is going nuts with each strike to his head which almost sends Adams flying over the ropes to the outside of the ring, dropping his title belt onto the canvas. Cruze grabs him by the wrist and whips him across the ring now, straight into the opposite cables as Adams bounces off and comes rushing back in straight into a hard lariat to the throat. JA is knocked down to the canvas as Orlando motions for him to stand up, looking all motivated and very energetic, feeding off the anger of what happened at Retribution. As JA plants his feet, Orlando pops him to the jaw with a closed fist, knocking him down to the canvas until he rolls onto his feet and stands back up, turning straight into Cruze who goes into a roaring European Uppercut straight to his jaw. JA is knocked to the canvas hard across his back as he grabs his jaw and rolls from the ring quickly in shock. He now waves off the ring and begins to march up the ramp, holding his mouth in pain.

Mayne: I’m still in shock over what transpired just a few moments ago, but it looks like Jackson is doing something smart here, creating some distance between himself and Orlando.

Douglas: It looks like to me that he’s running from Orlando.

Billy: I don’t know if I should agree with you or not, if I’m suppose to like Adams or not like him after he just slapped Mark in the face, I’m so conflict.....

Before Billy can finish his statement, Orlando drops to the canvas and rolls to the outside, marching up right behind Adams, giving him no time to rest. He grabs him by the back of the head much to the surprise of Adams, pulling him towards the ring and dragging his head back as they step towards the stairs. He slams him down face first into the stairs, JA bouncing off with a very confused expression on his face when Orlando spins him around and now scoops him up into the air, dropping him down sternum first onto the barricade. The fans scream as JA bounces off the steel and places his arms over his chest, stepping away from an enraged, intense Cruze, who catches him with a clubbing blow over the spine. Jackson cringes as he arches his back and makes his way around the ring to the announce table area. Orlando steps up right behind him, wrapping his hands around the back of Jackson’s head and then slamming him down face first into the table. JA bounces off hard, standing up with a glazed look in his eyes, very incoherent.

Mayne: Oh God, Orlando slamming the head of Adams right into the announce table in front of us, has this man lost his mind?

Douglas: What about Jackson, I think he’s become a bit crazed himself, judging by his actions a few moments ago.

Jackson turns to face Orlando, who catches him with a knife edge chop across the chest brutally, getting a “woo” from the crowd before he takes the back of Adams’ head in his hands and pulls him towards the ring. He rolls him in under the ropes to the inside of the ring as JA gets onto his elbows and knees, getting to his feet in a very incoherent state when Orlando begins to slide in himself. Before he can even make it in though, JA drops an elbow into the back of his head and then stands up as quickly as he can, delivering a leg drop over the back of his neck. Cruze pushes himself up onto his knees, yelling out in pain as Jackson gets to his feet and bolts into the cables at his side, bouncing off and coming back in. Orlando begins to push himself up, while bent forward when Jackson catches him around the neck, pulling him around into a brutal swinging neckbreaker. Orlando crashes into the canvas across the back of his neck, sitting up as Adams gets to his feet and scrambles towards him immediately. He pulls Cruze onto his back and drops into the cover desperately.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning onto his side in the process when Adams gets to his knees and grabs his arm immediately. He pulls it up and places it under his own, locking in an armbar submission, really clutching the hold as straining the muscles in the bicep of Orlando. Cruze sits up, beginning to will himself up onto his feet though as Adams continues to hold him in the submission with all of his strength, really locking it in tight. As soon as Cruze gets up though, JA changes the hold into a hammerlock. He bends forward and buries his shoulder into the spine of Orlando, holding his arm in place as he lifts him up into the air and back drop suplexes him straight on top of it. Orlando sits up, shouting out in pain as Jackson, grabs the arm, flowing fluidly from the high impact move, straight back into the armbar. Cruze finds himself on his back in the submission as Jackson holds on very pugnaciously, gritting his teeth and appearing extremely irate. Orlando rolls over backwards though, trying to get out of the hold as he gets onto his knees, only for Adams to swing around under the arm and stand up. He now holds him in the arm ringer while Orlando kneels on the canvas, trying to free himself from this quick technical assault that the new Livewire Champion is trying to keep him down with.

Mayne: Jackson not looking all that insane right now Dan, as he goes straight to work on the arm of Orlando.

Douglas: It is good strategy, Jackson trying to slow this thing down and take away a key part of Orlando’s arsenal, his arm.

Billy: Your generic commentary never ceases to amaze me Dan.

Jackson twists at the arm some more when Orlando dives forward, standing on the top of his head almost before he nips up straight onto his feet. He now turns around to face Adams, swinging around under his own arm to turn in Jackson’s direction once more. He uses his gripped wrist to drag Jackson forward straight into a belly to belly suplex. The fans react with a tremendous response as Adams crashes across his back and then rolls onto his knees, standing up quickly. He reaches for his spine as Orlando rises to his feet and grips his arm, yet rushes in for a lariat. Jackson ducks under it though and catches Cruze’s arm in the process, folding it up behind his back in the hammerlock and then bending forward. He buries his shoulder into the spine of Orlando and pins his arm in position, going for the back drop onto it once more. Adams lifts him into the air when Orlando turns and slides down his back though, wrapping his arms around his waist on the way down and rolling him over in reverse into a sunset flip pinning predicament in the process.

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Jackson kicks out by rolling over backwards onto his feet though and then dives forward, catching Orlando around the neck as he delivers a blockbuster on the seated Cruze. The neck of the Icon crashes hard into the canvas as JA keeps his arm wrapped around it, rolling over onto his feet and pulling Orlando with him. He reaches out, hooking his leg as he goes for the fisherman buster as well, completing the same combination he used at Retribution against Creed. Before he can though, Orlando swings around out of the front gantry and grabs the wrist of Adams in the process, pulling him forward straight into his shoulders. Cruze stands up straight, going for the Somoan Drop when Adams elbows him to the side of the face though, dropping down behind his back out of the fireman’s carry. As he lands on his feet behind Cruze he grabs both of his arms, locking them up and beginning to turn as he tries to set for the unprettier. He gets Cruze around so that his face is aimed to the canvas with the back of his head between his shoulders, when Orlando drops down and grabs both of his ankles, lifting them into the air. Adams crashes forward into the canvas when Orlando rolls forward to his side and lifts his arm up, placing it between his knees and interlocking his hands around his jaw. The crowd goes nuts as Cruze locks in the crossface on Adams, who is shouting at the absolute top of his lungs as he tries to find a way to free himself from this hold.

Douglas: THE CROSSFACE! Cruze has got the crossface locked in on Adams!

Mayne: What, that would imply Orlando has talent, and we know he has none of it!

Adams is roaring at the top of his lungs as he’s locked tightly in this submission, beginning to pull himself sideways in the direction of the ropes though, scooting towards them desperately. Orlando seems to have some trouble keeping a hold of the submission though with his arm when JA pushes himself up onto his knees and now tries to roll over backwards. As he does though, Orlando lets go of his arms and grabs his legs that go up into the air. He rolls over in reverse onto his feet and then turns, stepping through the legs of Jackson as he lifts them up and wraps them around his own, applying the sharpshooter out of nowhere. The crowd stands up, clapping the reversal loudly as Adams buries his elbows into the canvas and roars at the top of his lungs, being ripped at violently with this hold. The official drops down, asking him rather or not he’d like to submit when Jackson yells no loudly, refusing to give up, refusing to give into the hold.

Douglas: What an amazing counter by Orlando straight into the sharpshooter, he’s looking better tonight than I’ve seen him in a long time.

Mayne: Perhaps he’s feeding off the criticism he’s received from his loss at Retribution.

Adams is yelling loudly at the top of his lungs as he pushes himself up onto the palms of his hands, turning to glare at the ropes as he desperately tries to make his way towards them. He reaches out and grabs the bottom cable as the official steps in, demanding that Orlando break the hold. He reaches four when Orlando releases the legs and steps forward, getting into the official’s face with a very stern expression. Adams pulls himself up the cables throughout the process, trying to get his legs beneath him which are in anguish, as is his arm. Cruze turns around and steps towards him when JA flicks him straight in the eye, the crowd booing loudly as Orlando places his palm to his eyeball and turns away. He grabs the referee by the shirt, who checks on his eye quickly when Adams turns his head to spot his Livewire title belt lying on the canvas. He quickly steps towards it and snatches it up off the canvas, holding it tightly within both hands before he rushes up behind Orlando. Cruze turns in time to spot this and bends forward, catching Jackson against his shoulder and lifting him into the air. He drops him with a hard spinebuster straight into the canvas, JA dropping the belt when Orlando flips over forward. He drops down chest first on top of Adams’ chest while holding onto the back of his legs, holding him in a pinning predicament with the fans screaming.

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Rusty Cage now rushes from the back with fear on his face when Adams wraps his arms around the waist of Cruze, bridging his way up off the canvas and forcing Orlando up as well. Both men get to their feet as Adams grabs the arms of Cruze on the way up, spinning around and holding the Icon in an unprettier position. Rusty jumps on the apron when the ref turns to shout at him, Adams stepping over the title quickly and dropping Orlando down face first into it with the unprettier now. Cruze’s face bashes off the belt as he bounces into the air and falls onto his back, the crowd’s reaction changing to one stemming from pure outage.

Dan: Dammit Billy, did you just see that, Rusty distracted the official and Adams gave Orlando the unprettier onto the Livewire title belt.

Mayne: It was just a coincidence is all.

Douglas: Oh please, it’s just as much of a coincidence as George Bush invading foreign countries and oil profits skyrocketing.

Orlando rolls onto his back, looking completely out of it as the fans scream and shout out in outage. The desperate, pain ridden Adams gets to his knees and scrambles into the cover, falling onto Orlando while he kicks his belt away into the corner. Rusty drops off the apron as the official turns around and drops to the canvas, beginning to make the count with the fans screaming in protest.

Dan: No, come on, not this way, not this way!!

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Everyone is shocked, including Adams when Orlando gets his shoulder off the canvas. Jackson sits up, wide eyed and speechless over the fact that Cruze kicked out, unable to believe that even after going face first into the title, he was incapable of finishing off the Icon. JA stands up slowly, shaking his head with sweat dripping off of it.

Dan: Thank God, Orlando kicked out, he kicked out for the love of God! It looks like he’s not as adequate at getting the job done as he thought he was.

Mayne: This is bullshit, Orlando refusing to lay down for the future Generation of this industry, just like Lethal Weapon, and we all know what happened to him. In fact, we’ve still not even heard from him since he was destroyed by Baine.

Pain flows through the body of Adams as he stands up, stomping at Orlando repeatedly, kicking him to the head several times. He seems very upset while he grabs Orlando around the neck, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet, desperately trying to finish him off and quickly. He wraps his arm around his neck and then grabs the back of his trunks, snapping back into the vertical suplex and then floating over into the pinfall.

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Orlando kicks out yet again, Jackson rising to his knees and appearing furious, absolutely irate that he just didn’t get the pinfall. He slides his hands through his hair as he tries to calm down, standing up and grabbing the arm of Orlando now. He pulls him to his feet and then whips him across the ring, straight into the turnbuckle. Orlando hits it hard back first when Adams comes charging in, jumping into the air and delivering a hard forearm strike to the face of Cruze, causing his legs to kick into the air. He remains standing though as Jackson steps back and grabs him around the head, holding it up. The Icon is very groggy as Jackson slaps him across the cheek now, showing absolute disrespect. He then holds Orlando’s face up, before pie facing it and backing up. Rusty is cheering him on throughout the process from the outside of the ring, demanding he stay on Cruze though, who looks completely out of it after going face first into the title belt.

JA backs to the center of the ring and kisses his forearm before slapping it and then rushing forward quickly. He begins to jump into the air for a diving forearm strike when Orlando gets his foot up into his face surprisingly. Orlando grabs his jaw and backs up, looking to be in absolute shock that Cruze is still in this match. He turns around and rushes forward again only to be caught with another boot straight to the forehead, knocking him backwards. Cruze pulls himself up backwards onto the turnbuckle, he stands up on the second rope, as if beginning to prepare for the Cruze Missile. Suddenly Rusty jumps onto the apron and reaches through the cables, wrapping his arms around the ankle of Orlando, the fans booing violently at the sight of this. The official is busy being distracted by Adams, who is holding onto his shirt and pulling him in close.

Douglas: Dammit ref, would you turn around and look at this!?!

Mayne: Cage trying to make sure Orlando’s boots are properly laced.

Dan: Would you can the bullshit Billy!?!

Orlando finally kicks Rusty away, knocking him off the apron to the outside before he begins to pull himself up the cables, starting to get to the top rope in a very dazed state. Suddenly Adams turns around though and releases the referee, stepping up the ropes. He throws a fist into the gut of the still dazed Orlando, causing him to bend forward when JA quickly catches him around the neck and jumps off the turnbuckle. He pulls Cruze through the air and down to the canvas with a super diamond cutter. Cruze bashes violently into the canvas as he flops into the air and falls onto his back, the crowd booing vehemently at the sight of this.

Mayne: The top rope ace crusher, this is over Dan, it’s more over than your credibility.

Douglas: What a high impact move, Orlando’s head hitting that canvas with tremendous force after already being slammed into that title belt. I’m afraid even Orlando can’t kick out of something like this.

Adams gets to his knees in an exhausted state as he scrambles into the cover, falling onto Orlando with Rusty going nuts on the outside. The official drops and makes the count.

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The arena’s roof nearly flies off from the reaction of the fans, which is incredibly loud as Orlando kicks out one more time at the last possible second. Cruze’s arm is off the canvas as Jackson falls onto his seat, his eyes opened widely in disbelief while he runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head back and forth.

Dan: Cruze kicked out again, I swear he is determined to win this match, no matter what!

Mayne: He’s taking years off his career every time he kicks out and allows this beat down to continue.

Sweating profusely, Adams stands up and grabs Orlando around the neck now, pulling him onto his knees. He gets up and locks his hands around the neck of Orlando, dragging him up to his feet and then kicking him to the gut as he grabs his wrist. Cruze is backed up into the cables spine first and then whipped across the ring. Orlando rushes across the ring, bouncing off the cables and coming back in when Jackson steps in and catches him around the leg and the arm. He steps behind his back and locks in the abdominal stretch, really digging in deep with the hold. A loud roar escapes the lungs of Cruze as he is placed in this submission, Jackson really digging in deep with it, trying to break him down methodically. The ref steps in and asks Cruze if he wishes to submit, which Orlando mumbles “no” too. He seems to be very weak, almost out of it after all his head has taken throughout the course of this match as Adams only further builds pressure with the stretch, looking around at the fans with an upset expression on his face. He appears irate over Cruze’s kick outs as Orlando looks to be fading from the tremendous pain. His body seems plagued with absolute anguish from all it has endured.

Dan: It’s over, it’s over, Adams has got Orlando in the bag, the kitten is in the caboodle, the fox is in the henhouse, the rooster is crowing! Uhhh, did I forget any?

Mayne: You’ve pretty much mastered the art of cliche Billy.

Jackson slugs Orlando to the ribs several times with the hold still applied before he grins charismatically. The pain seems to be getting to Orlando, who continues to fade, his body absolutely killing him from all that it’s taken, and his head not straight from the impact with the title belt. Orlando is about to pass out when suddenly he turns his body, getting his arm free from behind the leg of Adams and pulling him forward into his shoulders as he stands up. He drops back into the Samoan drop, slamming the spine of Adams hard into the canvas before he rolls away, looking to be in shock after the collision. Cruze rolls over and begins to stand up when Adams rises to his feet and steps in, planting him across the jaw with a right hand. He delivers another one before he swings around into a roaring fist that Cruze ducks under, standing up and turning to the side of JA. Catching him around the neck and the leg, Cruze drops in reverse, hitting the Russian Leg Sweep. Adams crashes into the canvas and rolls away from Orlando, who rises to his feet as quickly as his battered body will allow. Rusty slaps the apron, shouting for Jackson to get up as he does, staggering backwards into the ropes in shock. He bounces off the cables and comes rushing back in at Orlando, who is also forcing himself up. He launches his foot up into the face of Orlando, only for Cruze to catch him around the ankle. A dazed Orlando glares at Adams, who puts his hands in prayer, begging off. Cruze pushes the ankle away and sends him into a circle before Orlando steps up behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist. Orlando snaps back into the German suplex.

The back of Jackson’s head hits the canvas hard before Orlando flips over in reverse over the back of Adams who he had bridged over into the pin. He gets onto his feet and keeps his arms around the waist of Adams before pulling him to his feet and burying one shoulder into his spine. Orlando hoists Jackson into the air and drops back into a vicious back suplex. The spine of Adams hits the canvas hard before he sits up and wails in anguish, Orlando rising to his feet and stepping over the legs of the down Jackson. He grabs both of them, lifting them into the air and trying to lock them around his own as he sets for the sharpshooter. Rusty jumps onto the apron though, shouting and getting Orlando’s attention before he turns and steps in. He pops Rusty right to the jaw over the ropes, knocking him off the apron and down to the mats hard at ringside. The crowd is putting their hands together at the sight of this as Orlando turns back towards Adams.

Douglas: Orlando coming back in this intense one on one match, really cooking now.

Mayne: I thought I smelt loser in the air.

The ref is looking over the ropes at the down Cage as Orlando steps towards Jackson, who suddenly launches a forearm straight up into the testicles of Cruze. The Icon shouts out in pain as he bends forward and reaches for his genitals, which just took a nasty bump. Jackson stands up and wraps his arm around the neck of Cruze, reaching out and grabbing him by the back of the trunks as he sets up for what looks like a high impact DDT. Without warning though, Orlando pushes Jackson off and back first into the cables. Adams bounces off and comes back in and is caught on the shoulders of Cruze, picking him up into the fireman’s carry. Orlando pushes him off though and drops onto his back as he gets his knees up straight into the ribs of Adams, connecting with a lung blower. Adams stands up and wraps his arms around his gut while hunching forward, somehow remaining on his feet. Cruze gets up quickly though and immediately steps up behind his back, jumping into the air and catching Adams by both shoulders as he buries his knees into his back. He falls in reverse, connecting with the back cracker to the shock of the fans as Adams bounces off and up onto his knees, appearing almost out of it now. He tumbles face first into the canvas when Orlando crawls into the cover now, pushing him over onto his back and desperately hooking his leg.

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Adams kicks out to the anger and spite of the packed arena. Orlando gets to his seat, sweating heavily in a very dazed state before he forces himself up onto his feet. His energy and momentum seems to be fading as he reaches for his lower regions which took that nasty collision to them. Jackson begins to will his way up as well when Orlando steps in and blasts him straight to the face with a knee strike that causes him to stand up and turn his back to Cruze, almost completely out of it. Orlando spins around and wraps his arms around his waist now, setting up for the German suplex when Adams reaches down, grabbing the hands in front of his gut. He tries to force them apart but can’t so now pushes himself backwards, straight into the turnbuckle. Orlando strikes it hard spine first, his arms falling over the ropes from pain when Adams steps out of the corner and then turns back around, rushing forward quickly. He jumps into the air and places his feet to the gut of Orlando while interlocking his hands around the back of his neck. He seems to be going for the monkey flip only for Orlando to grab him around the back of his legs and turn. He sits him down on the top rope and then blasts him to the side of the face with a hard closed fist. Orlando now reaches out and grabs Adams by the throat, setting for the Switchblade Chokeslam. Before he can even begin to comprehend hitting it though, Adams gets his foot up and kicks the arm of Orlando away from him.

Mayne: Oh thank God, Adams blocked that Switchblade Chokeslam attempt!

Douglas: This match really getting fast paced and intense!

Orlando staggers forward before turning back towards the turnbuckle, Adams standing up on the second rope and then diving off. He flies straight at Orlando who catches him with his arm across his chest then hoists JA into the air, delivering the Rock Bottom. The entire arena goes nuts as Jackson hits the canvas with such violent impact, his entire body crashing into the ring brutally.

Douglas: The Rock Bottom by Orlando, he hit the move that has finished off so many in the past!

Mayne: Crappolla, fight through it Jackson, earn your paycheck, just like you did at Retribution! Although, now that he’s taking over, it would probably mean that he’d be writing his own checks for now on.

The fans are still going nuts over what they just witnessed as Orlando hooks the leg feverishly, with all of his remaining strength, going for the big pinfall that he needs. The ref drops and makes the count quickly.

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Every fan in attendance is buzzing before Rusty grabs the ankle of the ref, sliding him out of the ring, keeping him from making the three count. The official drops onto his feet in front of Rusty and then turns, calling for the bell immediately only for Rusty to step forward and plant him under the jaw with a vicious superkick. The crowd screams at the sound of the brutal impact of the kick that knocks the official completely out.

Douglas: Nooo!! Rusty Cage just got Adams disqualified, and he knocked out the referee!

Mayne: Rusty doing whatever it takes to make sure Adams’ shoulders weren’t pinned to the canvas.

Dan: This is deplorable, reprehensible!!

The official is completely out of it with the fans booing and the bell ringing in the background, having kept Adams from being pinned after the Rock Bottom. The Icon sits up, looking on in a furious manner as he realizes that he didn’t just get the pinfall over Adams, but received the disqualification victory instead. He rises to his feet quickly when Rusty slides into the ring and rushes up to him immediately. Rusty pops Orlando across the jaw with a right hand, then delivers another stiff strike to his mouth, before going for another shot that Cruze blocks with his forearm. He delivers a series of rights to the face of Rusty repeatedly and then delivers a brutal European Uppercut, that knocks him down tot he canvas across his back. He wraps his hands around his mouth when Orlando begins to stomp away at him repeatedly, Adams getting into a crawling base as he painstakingly makes his way towards the Livewire title belt, scooping it up into his arms.

Douglas: Orlando getting some much deserved payback for the actions of Rusty, damn him for getting involved in this match and absolutely ruining it!

Mayne: He did his job Dan, and that was to protect Jackson Adams, the next World Champion.

Dan: Well, his job sucks!

Rusty continues to be stomped by a furious Orlando who finally turns to face Adams, who charges in and cracks him violently in the forehead with the Livewire title belt. The shot knocks him from his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas across his back, wrapping his hands around his face in the process. Every fan in attendance is booing scornfully at the sight of this as Adams falls into the ropes, using them for support.

Dan: And it just continues to steadily spiral downward as Adams just cracks Cruze across the face with the Livewire title belt!

Orlando wraps his hands around his face from the collision as Jackson looks on intensely, a bit of blood forming from the scalp of the Icon. The former three time champion rolls onto his side, sweating and bleeding as Rusty stands up and begins to stomp at his forehead repeatedly. Adams backs up towards the ropes and pulls himself up onto it in reverse, standing up straight as he now motions for Rusty to stand Orlando up. The Icon is forcefully dragged upwards onto his knees before he is then pulled, in almost a lifeless manner in the direction of the still pain ridden Adams who is still seated on the top rope. JA continues to motion for him as Rusty pushes the head of Orlando downward under the seat of Jackson, who reaches down and hooks both of his arms. He drags him up onto the second rope, Orlando standing upon it with both of his arms hooked as Jackson looks around at the screaming fans, who are furious at the sight of this. Jackson lifts Orlando into the air and jumps off the top rope almost, connecting with the Pittbull Plunge, the top rope pedigree. Orlando’s bloodied face is driven into the canvas, bouncing into the air and flopping onto his back from the collision as Adams rests on his knees, a very proud expression looming on his features.

Mayne: And to add insult, to well, even further insult, Adams just laid out Orlando completely with that pedigree almost from the top rope! Like it or not Dan, he is getting the job done here tonight.

Douglas: I don’t believe these actions, this is almost too reprehensible even coming from Jackson Adams.

Mayne: Oh come on, he’s done much worse than that, and I’m sure he’ll go even further now that he’s claiming to be the leader of Annihilation. All hail our new king.

Jackson stands up and stares down at Orlando in a truly spiteful manner, his face twisted with hostility, the Icon lying on the canvas at his feet. Rusty steps up and begins to pat him on the shoulders as JA steps in reverse, snickering almost while he glares upon the bleeding, battered three time former World Champion.

Douglas: What has Adams done here tonight, what has gotten into his head to cause him to do this!?!

Mayne: I think he’s still got a lot more planned to do tonight Dan.

The camera remains centered on Orlando, who tries to push himself up but is completely out of it, blood trickling down his face with the fans screaming in absolute fury.


FAREWELL


Get your god damn hands off of me!

Mark tries his best to fight free from the massive palms of Baine that clutch his jacket so tightly, leading him through the backstage corridor in the direction of the exit. He violently struggles to get away from Baine, but it’s an impossible task to rid himself of the gigantic hands of the enormous monster. He’s led past several stacks of crates and doorways, but Baine doesn’t seem interested in any scenery as he keeps an emotionless, straight forward expression on his face, obsessed with introducing Mark to one thing, the exit. His lack in compassion for Mark, doesn’t stop him from trying to plead with the man he brought over to Annihilation.

Mark: Baine, please, come to your senses man, remember who your doing this too. When nobody else would give you a chance, I would! Jackson is insane, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s lost his mind. Remember who it was who brought you up from obscurity for crying out loud!

As they reach the end of the corridor, Baine lifts his massive boot into the air, kicking the double doors open and then launching Mark out of the arena into the cold night air. The GM almost loses his footing as he hunches over and staggers onward. He catches himself and then turns around, fixing his suit as Baine holds the door open, taking one last glare at the Annihilation General Manager.

Comeau: Baine, he’s brainwashed you man, this is Mark, Mark Comeau, let me back in....

As Mark desperately tries to run back towards the building, Baine closes the door shut with a hard slam, preventing him from entering. All that can be heard are Mark’s knocks on the door as he tries his best to get back inside, to strike some reasoning into Baine. The monster simply will not listen though before he finally marches away.


APPROACH WITH CAUTION


There is a loud, booming response from the crowd at the sight of none other than Isaac Saine, lurking alone as usual in the backstage corridor. A row of doors face his back while he keeps his eyes focused upon the Anarchy Championship clutched between his hands. His foot is placed on a crate in front of him, leaning against it while he continues to examine the jagged features of his metal mask in the title belt. Slowly his fingers rise to run across the surface of the mask, thinking about the face that use to loom beneath it, the face that was changed forever several years ago.

Hey, Isaac.....

A feminine hand slips onto the shoulder of Isaac as he pulls away quickly, dragging his title in very close to his chest to make sure it’s not disturbed. His eyes lock with a strong, narrow focus upon none other than a surprisingly, grinning Aurora Rose. After the events that unfolded at Retribution, wearing a bandage over her forehead due to that chair shot from Dementia, she’s in a very upbeat mood for some odd reason. Her eyes scan the surface of Isaac, who is immediately agitated that she got so close to his Anarchy title belt.

Isaac: What do you want?

He becomes defensive while thrusting the strap over his shoulder, still gripping it tightly within his hand. Aurora pushes her hair behind her ear while continuing to overlook the wide frame of the champion.

Aurora: Sorry if I frightened you or anything, I just wanted to come by and say thank you.

Although his disfigured face cannot be seen through the mask, Isaac tilts his head, displaying his confusion.

Rose: To thank you for what you did at Retribution. Even with us being opponents and everything in that gauntlet match, you still stuck up for me against Dementia when he assaulted me with that chair. Even though you didn’t have to, and it just would have made things easier for you to win, you still did the right thing.

She looks proudly upon Isaac who is frozen for a response it appears, stuck in the moment as the two catch each other’s eyes. Isaac shakes his head and clutches his belt with even more passion.

Saine: No need for a thanks, just so you know, me attacking Dementia had nothing to do with you. I despise the man just as much as you do, and I took great joy in throwing his ass out of the ring. So before you start thinking that I was coming to your aid, think again, I’m only worried about the well being of one person, and that’s Isaac Saine.

Isaac turns his attention from Aurora rather quickly before marching off down the corridor with his title belt. Rose brushes the follicles of her long reddish hair behind her ear, smiling as she watches Saine storm off with defiance.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


AURORA ROSE VS. BAINE


Baine is standing in the ring, the microphone in hand and a self appraising smile spread across his massive facial features. He raises the mic to his mouth as the words start to escape his lips. However when he opens his mouth the fans instantly interrupt.

Fans: Asshole Asshole! ASSHOLE!

Baine just shakes his head as he looks around , he one again tries to speak this time the words get to flow freely with no interruptions.

Baine: Before I was so rudely interrupted by a half a million low life, beer binging, English scumbags I was about to say something of importance.

Baine pauses a moment rubbing his rugged stubbly chin, the fans are pitching in with various chants and choruses of boos and shouts of disrespect.

Mayne: I think I am beginning to like this guy, his height though he reminds me of the Jolly Green Giant.

Douglas: I think you like anyone who comes out to this ring and shows negative attitude, arrogance, and cockiness Billy.

Mayne: Oh shut the hell up Dan, the man is trying to speak again… you can barely understand him anyway he slurs so god damn much.

Baine raises the microphone inches from his lips once more, after experiencing some feed back from being so close to his face, he repositions it and starts to talk.

Baine: Like I was in the middle of saying, week in and week out I come out here to a ULW ring. Week in and week out I destroy anyone and everyone who has attempted to step in my path. Why should this week be any different? After all they did put me in the ring against a woman, the comparisons aren’t even funny. He stands what a whooping five foot seven inches tall compared to my monstrous seven foot seven inches. Not to mention her light one-hundred twenty-two pounds compared to my massive four-hundred twenty-three pounds. Hell my calf muscle is bigger than her upper torso.

Douglas: He has a point here Mayne, he really does.

Mayne: The Juice Dan, that is the answer… the man is on The Juice!

Douglas: A second ago you liked this guy….

Mayne: Still doest mean he isn’t on The Juice.

Baine now smirking with a crooked smile as the fans are throwing soad cups and various food items at him.

Baine: Now On with what I was saying, Is there anyone at all the ULW can throw at me who can actually give me a challenge? If not I just might have to start picking people out of the audience! Like that fat fucking Brit right there.

Baine points yard stick sized finger towards a heavy set member of the crowd. The man points back to himself as Baine nods in agreement.

Baine: Yeah you, you fucking cow get in here….

The man starts walking towards the barricade as the security rushes him, Meanwhile a hooded man jumps the barrier on the other side of the ring. He pulls what appears to be a lead pipe from the pouch in front of his sweater.

Douglas: Who the hell is this?

Mayne: How the hell should I know Dan? Besides even if I did you think I would tell you?

The Hooded man climbs to the apron pipe in hand, he then floats up to the top rope across from Baine and position himself to leap. He sits and waits for the perfect time to strike. A few moments later Baine turns around arms in the air, realizing just a couple seconds too late there was someone else in the ring. The hooded man comes crashing down with a thunderous blow to the head of Baine with the metal pipes. Baines eyes just glaze over and seem to roll to the back of his head as he falls over in a slump of unconscious flesh.

Mayne: WOW, I think like this guy better than I like Baine!

Dan: Jumping ship already Billy? Anyhow who is this and why such a disgusting and cowardly act.

Mayne: Cowardly? Ho the hell would you take down someone the size of Baine, Dan? “Body Slam”? Who the hell do you think you are Hulk Hogan and Baine plays the part of Andre the Giant?

The man pulls his head free of the hood, he reveals himself to be none other than a returning Jericho Dylan. Dylan just spits on the down giant as he reaches across his massive body and grabs the microphone

J.D.: Is that competition enough for you, you son of a bitch? Is it? I just done what you begged and pleaded for Baine… I took you out, so what is next are you going to do hunt me down and break every bone in my body? Brig it bitch I will be waiting.

Mayne: There is your hooded assailant Dan, it turns out to be none other than Jericho Dylan. Dan: I can’t believe this Billy, I truly can’t believe this. What has gotten into this young superstar in order for him to commit such a ferocious attack.

Mayne: He got tired of Baine putting him to sleep every week with his ramblings on how no one could take out the nearly eight foot freak?

The Fire Burns by Killswitch Engage fills the ears of the fans as Aurora Rose runs from behind the curtain and down the ramp not wasting any time.

Mayne: This chick has got some brains Dan, Dylan just clocked Baine across his cranium, with a lead pipe and now she is coming out to capitalize.

Dan: …. Absolutely despicable…

Mayne: I Love It!!!

Rose now leaping to the apron with a single bound, then floating to the top turn buckle. She leaps into the air twisting and turning her body whilst in mid air and comes crashing down back first across the chest of the unconscious beast. Jericho just sliding out of the ring pipe in hand as the bell rings.

Dan: What a picture perfect corkscrew Swanton Bomb Billy!

Mayne: Amazing absolutely Amazing….

Dan: This match is basically stolen Billy admit it!

Mayne: Admit what, I did nothing wrong. Neither did Mrs. Rose she can’t help it she is mart than almost everyone in the locker room.

Dan: Even Jackson Adams?

Mayne: I said ALMOST everyone Dan… shut the hell up!

Aurora now up and dashing off to another turn buckle, she scrambles up quickly. She then points her self and blows a kiss to the crowd. She reaches her arms out in the air to balance herself as she now stands vertically on the top turnbuckle. She bends he knees then leaps of the turn buckle tucking up and flipping backwards several times before outreaching her body and landing on top of Baine, chest colliding with chest. She tries to hook the leg but can barely lift the massive slab of human skin. The ref ropes down.

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Douglas: There you have it, Aurora Rose with a stolen victory Billy.

Mayne: It’s not stolen.. She just seen a chance and capitalized on it Dan, a win is a win. Having some in ring brains also helps picking up that win.

Jericho Dylan just backs up the ramp grinning devilishly, while in the rin Aurora Rose Rolls off Baine and raises her arms in victory.


UNUSUAL ALLIANCES


While yawning loudly the camera focuses on Desolation, who stretches his arms and leans back first against a locker. The crowd’s response is massive for the Dark Man, who’s World title is hanging from a hook behind his back, obviously tired and un-enthused about the impending one on one confrontation. His yawn is very loud and piercing while he catches a glimpse of his watch and rolls his eyes, realizing he still has to wait even longer before he can go out and utterly humiliate his opponent in the form of SCW’s Chad Evans.

Daddy, daddy, look, look!

Desolation stares down slowly as Tia stumbles in front of him, pulling down on the front of his pants with great anxiousness. Gripped within her hand is a tube of Aldara, genital wart cream, which seems to be emptied as the Dark Man glances down at her in confusion.

Desolation: Sweety, where the hell did you get that?

Tia is still excited, overly anxious to get her father’s full focus.

Tia: Found it......

Before the World Champion has time to respond, Tia points anxiously in the direction one of the lockers.

Tia: Look what I drew daddy.

With a turn of his head the camera shifts to one of the lockers, where a painting has been made from genital wart cream, depicting the Dark Man and Tia holding hands on a hill.

Desolation: Wow, I’d be really happy of you, if I weren’t so disturbed.

Nice picture.

Quickly Desolation changes his focus from the crudely made painting to a figure located within the doorway to his dressing room. With the door closing behind him, Hurse enters with the Submission title draped over his shoulder, brightly glistening while he progresses in the direction of Desolation.

Desolation: Oh how nice, Hurse just assuming he’s a big enough star to waltz into my room without knocking.

Hurse holds his hand out, trying to calm down Desolation and also imply with the gesture that he’s not here in a confrontational manner.

Hurse: Hey now, that’s no way for you to talk to someone who’s here to help you out.

Desolation: That’s even nicer, now your assuming I actually need any type of help, especially from someone who’s most worthwhile feud was against Isaac Saine.

The Submission Champion shakes his head with a slight smirk before he chuckles and offers an explanation.

Hurse: Listen Desolation, before you go on one of your vicious, yet comical verbal tirades, I just want you to know that I would think there’s going to be some type of blowback from our little stunt in SCW. Which, by the way I’d like to thank you for assisting me with. Therefore, even though the rumors are very strong right now that Chad Evans might not be here tonight with this whole retirement gossip, I just want you to know that I’ll be there to watch you back if SCW pulls anything.

Hurse extends his glove covered hand respectfully towards the World Champion, Desolation gazing down into his palm for a moment before shaking his head once more.

Desolation: Let’s get one thing straight here Mr. Obsessive Compulsive, I didn’t go to that SCW show this week to help you out whatsoever, it was to send a statement to that federation, that their pathetic in ring competition, their lame storylines, and their Days of Our lives style melodramas aren’t going to be accepted any longer. It had nothing to do with you, and if you hadn’t stolen all the mic time, I would have made that much clear at Breakdown.

Hurse lowers his hand, his gesture of respect being replaced with an expression of irritation upon his features.

Desolation: And as for your offer to help out, no thanks. I believe I can more than adequately handle any of the so called SCW talent that may show up this evening.

Tia: Look at my picture, my picture!

Tia hops up and down in front of Hurse, holding the Aldara cream in the air before the Submission Champion glances down and spots the tube in her hand, his face becoming contorted with outrage.

Hurse: Heeeeeyyy.....

With tremendous speed Hurse snatches the tube from Tia’s hand.

Hurse: What are you doing with my genital wart crea......

Abruptly, Hurse freezes in mid-sentence, turning towards Desolation who is giving him a piercing glare.

Hurse: My......uncle’s......genital wart cream.....heh, must have been mixed in with my bags by mistake.

Desolation: Surrrreee....

Desolation pats Hurse on the shoulder before looking at his palm and swiping it against the side of his pants leg. He makes his way past Hurse, who is doing a shifty eye routine, not sure how to react or behave. Suddenly Desolation sticks his head back into the camera frame, right beside Hurse’s face.

Desolation: Oh, make sure not to use my restroom, or any of the public toilets for that fact. Come on Tia, stay away from the dirty man.

The World Champion takes Tia’s hand into his own and leads her off camera and out of the room quickly. Hurse is left with a red face as he stares down at the empty tube of cream in his hand.


A NEW POWER


A very sweaty Jackson Adams marches through the backstage area, exhausted from the brutality of that battle against Orlando Cruze as he proudly covets the Livewire title over his shoulder, the belt glistening brightly. His feet move him onward with a quick progression towards something, glancing over his shoulder as he takes several deep breaths. He seems to be feeding off the emotion of both that match and what he just had done to Mark Comeau, usurping him of his throne. With the belt glistening over his shoulder and the sweating doing the same thing over his battered frame Adams quickly moves towards something that remains off camera. He looks around nervously before he comes to an abrupt halt, immediately glaring forward at a figure who emerges from the shadows and moves towards him slowly. A hood is drawn up over his head, matching the dark cloak that hangs from his body, entirely concealing the mysterious figure, who approaches Jackson with hands clasped together.

Jackson: Okay, I did what you told me....

The figure raises his hand and sticks it into the shadowy depths beneath his hood, rubbing at his jaw as the camera zooms in on the grin that cuts across Jackson’s face slowly.

Adams: I got rid of Mark Comeau, meaning that we can move onto stage two of our plans, taking control of Annihilation. So far, I’ve done everything you’ve needed me to do...

The shrouded figure fails to speak as they simply nod their head in agreement, yet they seem pleased with the actions of the Livewire Champion. Noticing this positive aura surrounding the unusual stranger seems to bring Adams even more joy, his smirk only widening. A bit of anxiousness seems to set in now though as he steps forward a little closer to the figure, who raises his hand, instructing him to stop.

Jackson: Okay, okay, I just wanted to ask you what the next phase is of our plan...

A silence ensues for several moments until a demonic chuckle slips through the lips of the figure. He seems to be enjoying the prospect of something, the next step in their mission, one of un-foretold horrors. Jackson chuckles a little himself while pulling his belt up a little futher on his shoulder.

Jackson: Something tells me I’m going to enjoy this.


COMMERCIAL BREAK



CHAD EVANS VS. DESOLATION


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 with the World title wrapped around his waist.

"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 hatred, 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, the belt shimmering around his waist.

Douglas: What a way to come back from commercial break, the World Champion Desolation in the ring, scheduled to go one on one with SCW’s Chad Evans. But apparently, ladies and gentlemen, we’re being told that Evans might not be here tonight.

Mayne: What a coward, what a coward. ULW showed up, Desolation included to their show Breakdown this week, and we took the fight straight to them, yet Chad doesn’t have the balls to step into our house and answer our challenge. If he’s not here tonight, what a coward.

Desolation strolls around the ring, with the World title glistening brightly over his shoulder as he stares up the ramp, directly at the stage. He appears somewhat energetic to be involved in this impending match against Chad Evans, SCW’s very own God. As he continues to march back and forth, staring forward straight at the ramp he begins to shake his head, requesting a microphone be handed to him through the ropes. It’s quickly pitched over the ropes into the palm of his hand which he fumbles around in his hands before finally catching it. He gives a scornful glare to the ring announcer who threw it at him before shouting something.

Desolation: You throw like a girl!

Susie Moore hangs her head sadly before sliding back into her chair at ringside.

Douglas: Desolation looks like he has something to say, I wonder what it could be.

Mayne: Probably the same incoherent gibberish we heard at the beginning of tonight’s program.

Desolation keeps the microphone raised to his mouth while sauntering around the ring, proudly displaying his large World title belt.

Desolation: Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you all of something, some rather troubling news I was informed of before I made my way to this ring for what was suppose to be some type of inter-promotional match or something. No people, the bad news isn’t that Chad actually showed up tonight to compete, it’s that he in fact failed to arrive in the building tonight with no explanation. He no showed on us!

Desolation puts on a pouting face as he lowers his head, the crowd having a mixed reaction as he pretends to wipe tears from his eyes.

Mayne: Chad no showed? What the hell!?! Just like a SCW talent to stick his tail between his legs and run away from a real challenge.

Douglas: Hold on a second, did you just compliment Desolation?

Billy: Uh no, of course not! I hate him, I hate him with every fiber of my being! I hate him worse than any film staring Barbara Streisand! I hate him worse than Keanu Reeves’ acting abilities!

The crowd is booing Chad’s lack of participation in this match, yet Desolation doesn’t seem all that distraught over it.

Desolation: I guess it’s safe to say that God has forsaken us all tonight by not showing up to face this handsome little devil. But seeing as Chad is too much of a pussy to fight actual wrestling talents, and would instead opt to fight the same old redundantly horrid backyard wrestlers in SCW, I’m left standing here with no challenge. I came here, a week after winning the title a little antsy to actually face someone and continue my undefeated streak since Paranoia. Which leaves me in quite a pickle, seeing as I’ve pretty much defeated everyone on the roster, and there really is no challenge for me, oh well, I’m sure that won’t stop some run of the mill heel from coming out here and trying to look all big by......

The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He stops on the stage though with the Livewire title belt glistening brightly over his shoulder, still sweating heavily from that battle against Orlando Cruze a few moments ago. He too is clutching a microphone as Desolation stares up the ramp at him and rolls his eyes, not impressed in the slightest it appears.

Mayne: Ask and you shall receive Desolation!

Douglas: Man, that was awfully convienant for Adams to walk out here almost completely on cue.

Jackson remains on the stage, glaring at the World Champion in the ring, clearly not too impressed with him as well, both title holders exchanging a long glare.

Jackson: So Desolation, you want a challenge huh, you want an opponent do you? You want someone to compensate for that wuss Chad Evans who didn’t have the balls to show up here tonight? Well, I think Janet Reno could be enough to compensate for his lack of wrestling abilities, but seeing as she’s not currently in the ULW, I think it should be me, who comes down to that ring and teaches you a lesson....

Adams points directly at the ring as the Dark Man smirks slightly and steps towards the ropes, leaning against them.

Desolation: Oh just dandy, another pathetic authority figure thinking he can make his mark by challenging Desolation. Let me ask you something you little whipper snapper, what the hell do you think makes you any different from Mark Comeau, or any of the other fools who went on their cliche little power trips?

The Dark Man lowers the microphone from his mouth while continuing to glare apathetically at the Livewire Champion, a snide smirk forming on the face of Jackson. He raises the mic to his lips slowly, to add effect to what he might utter next.

Adams: It’s simple Desolation, what I have is what nobody else did, and that’s friends.....

Without warning, Baine slides into the ring behind Desolation charging at his back side with the fans screaming. The Dark Man spins around though and ducks an attempted lariat from the giant, stepping around behind his back. As Baine turns around, Desolation hits him with a buzzsaw shin kick to the back of the leg and then chops him stiffly across the chest brutally. Baine stumbles backwards from the collisions with the crowd going nuts, Jackson’s sneak attack plan not having panned out.

Dan: Baine trying to attack Desolation from behind but the plan not panning out as he wanted.

Mayne: Baine took twenty minutes to stand up after getting into the ring for crying out loud, no wonder it failed.

Baine is knocked back first into the cables as Desolation continues to chop his large chest repeatedly. Suddenly Rusty Cage now slides into the ring with a chair in hand, having jumped the barricade. He rushes up towards Desolation, lifting the chair above his head when the World Champion turns away from Baine and catches Rusty with a right under the jaw. The shot knocks him down to the canvas before Desolation chops Baine to the chest once more, Rusty getting up and receiving another straight right hand that sends him right back down to the canvas. The fans are going nuts at the sight of Desolation holding his own in this match before Jackson Adams slides into the ring and rushes up behind the Dark Man. Before Desolation can turn around, his knee is clipped and taken out from under him, sending him crashing into the canvas across his back. He grabs his knee and rolls away from Jackson, who stands up and immediately begins to stomp away at it. He seems to be trying to injure the leg as Rusty and Baine both step forward as well, stomping at the down World Champion.

Mayne: Hahaha, the numbers game too much for Desolation to handle, being swarmed by the Alpha Generation now.

Douglas: He was surprisingly holding his own for several moments, but this three on one advantage was too much for him to handle.

Desolation tries to cover up as the Alpha Generation stomps away at him repeatedly. Jackson grabs the steel chair off the canvas and now steps towards the leg of Desolation, sliding it over his shin and up to his knee. His leg is sandwiched between the chair as Jackson now points to the top rope, having something evil in store apparently. Suddenly the crowd has a mixed reaction as through the curtains charges none other than Hurse, the Submission Champion throwing down his belt as he bolts towards the ring quickly. The fans are going absolutely nuts as he slides into the squared circle and immediately rushes up towards Adams, his former allie, throwing a fist directly into his face before Jackson had time to respond. The shot knocks JA off his feet and to the canvas before Rusty comes rushing in. He’s caught with a back heel kick to the gut before Hurse spins around and steps up him into the shining wizard to the back of his head. Rusty flips over, crashing onto his back with the fans still cheering loudly, surprisingly supporting Hurse.

Dan: I don’t believe this, Hurse is coming to the aid of Desolation!

Mayne: We haven’t seen him in a ring in weeks, and suddenly he ups and decides to help the World Champion, a man who constantly ribs him. I think this is more about getting some payback on Jackson Adams for the words they exchanged at Retribution, than assisting Desolation.

Hurse stands up and turns around before having a big boot lobed directly into his face by Baine, knocking him down hard to the canvas. The giant steps forward, whipping his hair back and wearing a very intense expression on his neanderthal like face as Hurse begins to roll onto his hands and knees, holding his forehead. The boot knocked him through a loop as he tries his best to rise to his feet. As he does, Baine steps in and grabs him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet and slapping his hand around his throat. Before he can hit anything though, Hurse gives him a kick straight to the testicles, causing him to bend forward in pain before Hurse locks his arm around his neck and drops into a DDT. Baine’s head slams into the canvas before he rolls onto his back, Hurse starting to force himself to his feet quickly.

Douglas: Hurse just took out Baine, he just took out Baine!!

Mayne: This is absolute insanity out here tonight!

Hurse gets to his feet, looking all pumped up, on fire in fact when suddenly a figure slides into the ring in front of him. The crowd is screaming as none other than Devin Hawk spurts across the ring with one of the tag team title belts in his hand, bashing in the features of Hurse. The crowd reacts with shock as Hurse is taken down to the canvas hard across his back, everyone in disbelief that Devin Hawk is standing in the middle of a ULW ring once again.

Billy: Oh my God, it’s Devin Hawk, Devin Hawk is back and he just took out Hurse with the tag team title belt!!

Douglas: I can’t believe this, we had heard rumors that Devin was injured, but I guess he’s back right here tonight, and he’s picked the worse way to make his return.

Jackson stands up straight while glaring at Devin, who stares at him with a sickening, conniving smirk upon his face, Baine rising to his knees as he stares at the co-holder of the tag team titles. A maniacal grin formulates on his features as well while both men stare into each other’s faces diabolically. Hurse tries to turn over onto his hands and knees, busted open from the tag team title shot while Rusty is busy stomping away at Desolation, keeping him down, Adams stepping towards the chair though and grabbing it off the canvas. He lifts the chair into the air over his head and slams with absolute brutality over the spine of Hurse. The Submission Champion yells out in anguish as he tumbles onto his side, arching his back and roaring at the top of his lungs from the pain.

Mayne: And Hurse now being shown the error of his ways as he is just viciously beat down by the Alpha Generation!

Douglas: I can’t believe Adams just took a steel chair over the back of one of the men who helped train him, he’s turned his back to everyone who benefitted his career, rather it was AWOL, Mark Comeau, and now Hurse!

Billy: Adams is better than all of those guys you mentioned, he’s surpassed them, maybe with the exception of Mark Comeau, who I still can’t believe he kicke dout of here.

Hurse is writhing in anguish on the canvas while he lies on his side, Desolation tying to force himself up throughout the process. Baine is right there to stomp him to the forehead with his massive foot though as Rusty steps in and drops down, throwing wild fists repeatedly into the features of the Dark Man, trying to wear him out with closed fist shots. The crowd is booing vindictively when Jackson takes the chair in anger and turns the steel mass, placing the edge of it to the throat of Desolation. He is holding him down while he steps over the stomach of Desolation, shouting down into his face.

Adams: Your looking at the new World Champion Desolation, your looking at the future of the ULW!!

Jackson is red in the face when the crowd suddenly goes nuts, Orlando rushing through the curtains, his face bloodied still as he bolts towards the squared circle. He is a little sluggish, but charges at the ring in full speed, a sledgehammer being gripped tightly within both hands.

Douglas: It’s Orlando, it’s Orlando, he’s got a sledgehammer!!

Mayne: What the hell is he doing out here? Does he want to get his ass kicked again?

Douglas: I think the only ass kicking is going to be done with that sledgehammer!

The fans are still excited as Orlando slides into the ring and stands up quickly with the hammer, swinging it widely. Baine turns and gets caught right in the gut with it, bending him forward before Cruze takes the top of the hammer and slams it directly into his forehead. The monster is knocked to the canvas as Desolation slaps the chair away from his throat and now kicks straight up into the testicles of Jackson. Adams shouts out in pain as Hurse stands up and steps to his side, grabbing him by the back of the head. He rushes him at the cables and throws him over the ropes to the outside of the ring with the fans still cheering loudly. Jackson crashes across his back while Orlando turns towards Rusty with the sledgehammer, he jumps through the ropes to the outside of the ring though, saving himself as the Icon rushed at him. Devin rolls under the ropes as well, the fans on their feet. The crowd is now standing as Desolation rises to his feet, grabbing his World title belt in the process and letting it dangle from his grip. He turns to glare at Adams, who backs up the ramp slowly, joining with his forces, while Orlando points at the Alpha Generation with a sledgehammer, in a very intense manner. Hurse is seething with anger as he steps up onto the turnbuckle, furiously directing his attention to the Alpa Generation members, namely Devin Hawk in the forefront of the group. They all lurk at the bottom of the stage with Jackson and Devin forced to help Baine stand up straight after those two nasty shots with the sledgehammer.

Douglas: Orlando has cleared the ring with that sledgehammer, and the help of Hurse, as well as the World Heavyweight Champion, Desolation. They’ve gotten rid of the Alpa Generation.

Mayne: I don’t believe this, Adams and his group are more than capable of taking care of these three if it wasn’t for that sledgehammer and that low blow.

Adams’ lips are trembling with anger while he and Devin hold up Baine. Desolation now grabs a microphone off the canvas, raising it to his lips while approaching the ropes.

Desolation: So boys, you want to look all big bad and threatening at my expense? Well, let’s see what you’re really made of Mr. Adams. If you think you deserve a World title shot, then prove it next week on Annihilation in the ring. Since apparently, you have some cronies, and I’ve got two people who I can’t get rid of constantly following me around as well.....

Desolation turns his head back and forth to glare at both a confused Hurse and an intense Orlando.

Desolation: I say, what the hell, let’s do this thing in your basic clusterfuck fashion. Next week on Annihilation, it’s going to be myself, teaming with Orlando Cruze and Hurse here, to battle you and whatever primal neanderthals you’ve got washing your jock strap that week. So you pick two people, and you bring your ass to the ring next week, so the three of us can show you just how much more pathetic you are than even Mark Comeau!

The fans put their hands together at the sound of this big match announcement, Adams allowing Rusty to help support the other side of Baine as he steps forward. His finger is cast towards the ring with a very angry expression befalling his contorted, sweaty features.

Jackson: You got it Desolation, your mine next week!!

Spit flies from the frothing mouth of Adams, his face twitching with pure fury at the sight of the World Champion. Desolation returns his intense stare while raising the World title belt into the air slowly, tapping it with his finger and shaking his head as if implying Jackson never has a chance in hell.

Douglas: What a huge match announcement for next week, what a 6 man tag team match we’ve got scheduled, but who is going to be the participants on Jackson’s team?

Mayne: Oh joy, I cannot wait till next week’s show to see the Alpha Generation destroy Desolation, Orlando Cruze, and Hurse, what a night it’s going to be!

Hurse is pointing straight at Devin, who thrusts his tag belt over his shoulder and motions for him to bring it while Orlando’s eyes are locked on the Livewire Champion. The camera cuts to Desolation, who is still glaring in an uncaring manner upon Jackson, who’s features are twisted with hostility as he backs up the ramp.

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