A PLOT UNFOLDING


The camera opens immediately upon none other than Jackson Adams, marching back and forth within the confines of a small office. The crowd is booing furiously at the sight of him as he continues to trek back and forth across the carpet, the Livewire title about his shoulder, glistening brightly. The camera is facing him from behind what looks like a desk, almost from the perspective of someone who might be seated there. Baine and Rusty Cage are lurking behind Adams, as he seems very energetic to get this night started. The voice can be heard now from behind the desk.

Now remember Adams, tonight is a special, special night.

Adams continues his frantic pacing while nodding his head, agreeing with the statement.

Adams: Yeah, I know just how special it is.

You better, because I’m depending on you, and your boys to get the job done. We can have no deviation from our plans this evening.

A cocky smirk forms on the face of Adams as he stands up straight and turns towards the mysterious figure behind the desk.

Jackson: I know, I know. Don’t worry about it, by the end of the night, there’s going to be a lot of people left in shock over what we do this evening.

Good, this is the start of a new era here on Annihilation Jackson. So just remember, we keep Mark Comeau out of the building tonight, and you make sure no one interferes with what we’ve got plotted.

Jackson nods his head with that same demented smirk as he looks over his shoulders at both Baine and Rusty Cage, who are also grinning.

Adams: Mark would have to be a fool to show up here tonight, and everyone else will have to be equally as stupid to try and oppose the Alpha Generation. We’ve got some surprises planned tonight, and no one is going to ruin it.

The look on Adams’ face is truly disturbing, that same snide grin on his face with the belt shimmering about his shoulder.


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.


ANNIHILATION: OCTOBER 5TH, 2006


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. The cameras continue to cut over the crowd with everyone almost foaming at the mouths with anticipation for what should be a big night in ULW.

Dan Douglas: The time is here, the time is now, it’s Saturday Night, and you’re watching Annihilation.

The camera continues to pan over those amassed amongst the sea of humanity.

Billy Mayne: Since Dan’s elderly, infirm mind isn’t capable of grasping the logic of a normal introduction, I’ll just gladly state my own name, and at the same time listen to the glorious sound of my speech. This Billy Mayne, and joining me like a boil on my anus, is Dan Douglas.

Dan: Yes, we’re pared up as regrettably as jungle rot and feet. And tonight, what a show we’ve got planned, with a blockbuster 6 man tag team match already put together.

Mayne: A 6 man tag, where three former World Champions will succumb to the power of the Alpha Generation.


NATHAN CREED VS. STEVE NEWMAN


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, and glistening off the Xtreme title over his shoulder. 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.

Douglas: And we’re kicking off tonight’s program with what should be a stellar meeting between the returning Steve Newman and the fired up, Xtreme Champion Nathan Creed.

Mayne: So we’ve got a bloated out of shape fast ass, and we’ve got someone with less brain cells than it takes to make an Adam Saddler movie. This should be just great.

Dan: If I were you Billy, the last thing I’d want to do is get on the bad side of Nathan right now. This man is fired up and ready to go, one week removed from his rematch at the Livewire Championship, which we’re understanding now is going to be part of the “Impress the Champion” series.

Billy: Jackson needs to impress no one!

With frustration, Nathan paces back and forth. 'Bawitdaba' starts to play, quietly at first, as the lights dim, leaving the arena in darkness, before fireworks blast up from the stage as the music kicks in, Newman walking out with Sean Johnson at this point, and making his way to the ring. He steps up onto the apron while Johnson remains outside, staring at Creed, who is glaring right back at him.

Dan: Steve Newman making his return to the ring after a shocking comeback last week, in which he assaulted Silencer, an attack which we understand has put the former World Champion on the shelf for God only knows how long.

Mayne: And now, Nathan is next, in the wave of this man’s destruction, hahahaha.

Sean stands on the apron, patting Steve on his massive shoulders, while giving him words of encouragement against a very fired up Nathan in the corner. Creed’s face is twisted with intensity as Newman steps away from Johnson towards an opposite corner, stretching out. Johnson now begins to shout at Nathan, who turns around and tries to slug him in the face before Genocide drops off the apron to the outside of the ring. He backs up, acting innocent when Newman rushes up behind Creed, blasting him over the back with a forearm strike, knocking him into the cables chest first. The crowd begins to boo furiously as Steve spins Nathan around and slugs him in the ribs, and then does it again before driving his elbow into the forehead of the Future. Nathan falls with his arms over the ropes, leaning on them for support when Steve begins to knee him to the ribs repeatedly. He grabs him around the shoulder and pulls him forward, ribs first into his knee once more, causing him to bend forward, shouting out in pain.

Boos sound out through the crowd as the massive Newman clubs the Future over the shoulders, staggering him as he stumbles towards his corner. The Xtreme Champion falls into it when Newman stands him up straight and open hand chops him brutally straight across the chest. Creed shouts out in pain as he places his arms over his sternum in anguish, Newman grabbing him by the wrist and whipping Nathan across the ring straight into the opposite turnbuckle. Creed bolts into it and turns around, slamming into the turnbuckle hard back first when Steve turns and rushes across the ring straight at him, building a tremendous amount of steam. Nathan pulls himself up onto the top rope though, sitting on it as he pops Newman in the face with a right hand, staggering the giant. Creed now jumps off the second rope, catching Newman around the neck and swinging around into a huge tornado DDT. Steve’s head crashes into the canvas before he pops up onto his knees and then rolls over onto his back.

Douglas: Nathan firing back against Steve Newman after the giant attacked him from behind thanks to Sean’s distraction.

Mayne: Man, the history between Creed and Johnson goes so far back. They’ve had so many intense rivalries with one another.

Nathan gets to his feet and turns towards Johnson, who is pointing at him from the outside of the ring, shouting loudly in spite. Newman pushes himself up slowly into a crawling position when Nathan steps in and kicks him brutally, and stiffly straight to the chest. The shot causes Steve to rise to a single knee in pain before Nathan jumps into the air, dropkicking him directly into the face. Steve falls onto his back, wrapping his hands around his features before he starts to roll over into a crawling base. He holds his forehead when Nathan rushes into the ropes at his side, still all fired up as he bounces off the cables. He comes back in as Steve begins to force his way to his feet, catching Newman as he goes for the swinging neckbreaker. Steve spins around out of it though and places his hands to the back of Creed, shoving him forward straight into the ropes. Nathan bounces off the cables and comes back in when Newman lifts his hand into the air and then slaps it around the throat of Creed. The crowd reacts with shock as Newman sets up for the chokeslam, grabbing Nathan by the back of the tights and hoisting him into the air. Nathan turns though and wraps his legs around the mid-section of Newman, falling forward in order to go for a roll up pinfall.

Steve wraps his arms around the waist of Nathan though as she falls onto his palms upon the canvas and now lifts him up into a wheelbarrow type suplex. Nathan ends up on the shoulder of Steve when Newman swings around and hits him with almost a version of the Rock Bottom from that position, driving Creed down brutally into the canvas across his spine. Nathan turns onto his side, yelling out in horrendous pain as Newman now rises to his feet and rushes into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air and extending his leg, dropping all of his weight down across the throat of Creed. Nathan’s body stands up on the back of his head from the impact as he wraps his hands around his throat and rolls away from Newman, who has risen to his knees.

Douglas: What a series of high impact moves from Newman, just taking it brutally to the body of the Future.

Mayne: Nathan is going to be a thing of the past at this rate with Newman just brutalizing him.

Newman stands up and slides his hands into the hair of Creed, rolling him over onto his knees. He forces him to his feet and then headbunts him brutally to the skull, causing Nathan to stagger backwards into the ropes. Nathan falls into them with his arm over the top rope as the massive Newman steps towards him and pushes his arms outward to expose his chest. Steve lifts his hand into the air and connects with a sickening open hand chop across his chest once again. Nathan covers his sternum as he stumbles to the center of the ring, Newman stepping in and grabbing him by the back of the head. The massive Newman charges Nathan at one of the turnbuckles when Nathan bends forward and instead shoves Steve forward into the corner. Steve strikes the turnbuckle hard chest first before he stumbles backwards into the arms of Nathan, wrapping them around the mid-section of Newman. He snaps back into the German suplex, the crowd going nuts as the massive body of Steven slams across the back of his head, being released by the Future.

Nathan rolls onto his elbows and knees, forcing himself to his feet while Newman gets to his elbows and knees. He forces himself up onto his feet when Creed steps in and knife edge chops him across the sternum brutally. Steve staggers backwards when Nathan chops him stiffly across his chest yet again. His legs nearly cut out beneath him with each strike before Nathan grabs him around the back of the head, bending it forward and delivering a forearm strike to the side of his head. Steve is almost taken out of his boots when Nathan rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in when Newman places his hands to the gut of Creed. He throws him up high into the air, catching tremendous height and stepping out of the way when Nathan comes crashing down into the canvas. He bounces off the ring hard, getting onto his elbows and knees, while trying to force himself up onto his feet. He gets to his feet while bent forward when Steve rushes in and boots him hard to the side of his face, Creed turning and collapsing onto his back throughout the process. He wraps his hands around his face, due to the anguish that he is in. He rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to force himself up as Newman moves towards him slowly with a maniacal grin on his face, Johnson jumping up and down on the outside. He shouts for Steve to stay on him as Newman grabs Creed around the head and rolls him onto his knees, before forcing him up onto his feet. Steve drags his head between his legs and looks around at the fans with a sinister smirk.

Newman: It’s over mother fuckers!

Mayne: This is great, finish him off already Newman, destroy him with that massive powerbomb of yours, hahaha. Did you actually think this match was going to go any longer Dan?

Douglas: I’m shocked, I’m shocked by the dominance of Newman in this match.

Steve bends down and wraps his arms around the waist of Nathan, getting ready to powerbomb him when Creed lifts up on the legs of the over seven footer. Steve crashes onto his back as Nathan steps through his legs unexpectedly and then rolls him over onto his chest, leaning back into the Courtesy Call. The crowd is going nuts as Newman is locked in the Courtesy Call now by Creed, who is really twisting violently at the legs of the giant. Steve buries his elbows into the canvas, pushing himself up and yelling out in tremendous pain as Creed looks almost demented in the manner in which he’s got the submission locked in.

Douglas: The Courtesy Call, the Courtesy Call by Nathan Creed, he’s got it locked in on Newman, he’s really twisting up those legs and that back!

Mayne: No, he made Rusty Cage tap to this last week!

Steve is still yelling out in anguish as Johnson takes a step back from the apron and observes this with shock. He now steps around the ring in front of Newman, slapping the apron and trying to rally behind his giant partner in crime, shouting for him to make it to the ropes. Newman is still roaring in pain as he tries to pull his massive frame towards the cable. Nathan is still holding on though with all o f his strength, exerting a lot of his energy in this hold. Finally Newman just stops now and lifts his hand into the air, beginning to tap out to a huge pop from the crowd, Johnson stepping back and grabbing his hair in shock.

Mayne: Nooo!

Dan: Nathan has forced Newman to tap out in what was a quick, yet intense match!

Steve is still tapping out as Nathan only keeps the hold locked in, refusing to release him with the referee stepping in and grabbing him by the arm. Steve is roaring at the top of his lungs as the official finally pulls the deranged Creed off of his battered opponent. Newman rolls onto his side, gripping his back and shouting out in anguish as he reaches for his kidneys after being held in the hold for such a long length of time. Creed steps forward and looks out over the fans as the referee now retrieves his Xtreme title belt from the time keeper, quickly handing it off Nathan. Creed takes it and thrusts it over his shoulder with an incredibly intense expression upon his face. He turns to glare at the fans in an outraged state while Johnson backs away from the ring, shaking his head in disgust. He marches away while continuing to glare at the laid out Newman, who is holding his back in anguish.

Dan: Nathan scoring two victories in a row by submission, he is really bouncing back from that loss at Retribution, and he is rolling into his rematch against Jackson Adams, next week here on Annihilation.

Mayne: That’s when his winning ways come to an end Dan, mark my words! Adams will not hold the belt for just three weeks, he’ll be the longest reigning champion in history!

Nathan keeps the belt over his shoulder as he marches around, looking at the prone, battered Newman who is begging off. He now slips out of the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp towards the backstage area with the belt still over his shoulder. The arena lights shut off, and a sudden explosion of fire bursts forth from the stage. "Electric Uncle Sam" begins to play over the speakers as the fire licks out from under the stage. Anarchy rises from the center of the stage, surrounded by a circle of flame like the old Brood entrance while Nathan keeps marching up the ramp, not even noticing this. As the first line of the chorus of the song plays, a giant flaming red anarchy symbol burns across the Tron, and red lights pop on inside the arena. Anarchy walks to the ring, as Nathan passes and bumps shoulders with him. A surprised Anarchy turns and glares at Nathan, who doesn’t look back as he keeps marching up the ramp. Anarchy shakes his head then looks down and raises his arms with a primal yell as flames fall from the ceiling of the E-Rena. Black strobes interrupt during the drum portions of the song.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, Anarchy vs. Dementia is up next after the commercial break, stay with us for what should be an intense match.

Mayne: Nathan Creed should watch where he’s going.


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ANARCHY VS. DEMENTIA


Anarchy paces around the ring, brushing off his shoulder where Nathan touched him as he readies himself for his match.

Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see, we’re already going right into our second contest of the evening, Anarchy to do battle with Dementia. Two men with surprisingly similar taste in chaos, about to wage war right before our very eyes.

Mayne: And what a war it should be Dan. This is going to be greater than Vietnam, Korea, or even World War II, this is going to be brutal. Much more brutal than that fifteen second squash we saw to open the show.

Dan: We can only hope, now can’t we?

Anarchy marches back and forth, his eyes sternly locked upon the curtain hanging from the entry way, anxiously anticipating the arrival of one Dementia. Cue up “Darker Side of Me” from 5 Knuckle Shuffle, the lights in the arena blinking in unison with the music. Dementia takes his time getting to the ring, in no hurry whatsoever. Climbing between the top two ropes, he removes his hat, glasses, and coat, letting them fall outside the ring and climbs on to one of the opposite turnbuckles, before looking over his shoulder, straight at Anarchy. A repugnant, foul expression looming upon his grizzled features while Anarchy waits impatiently for this match to get started.

Mayne: And here’s someone who I cannot help but to be impressed by somewhat. Even though he comes from that inferior brand Vengeance, he’s starting to grow on me a little.

Douglas: Is it because of the countless black eyes you’ve given your wife?

Billy: I have never laid a hand on a woman, I leave that sort of thing to Dementia. I do however, agree with his perception of the feminine species.

Dementia drops off the turnbuckle when Anarchy rushes across the ring, no longer wanting to wait for this match to get started. He throws a forearm into the back of Dementia, followed by another one with the bell ringing in the background. Dementia spins around as Anarchy slams a fist into his chin and then grabs his wrist, whipping him across the ring. Dementia places the breaks on it however and instead sends Anarchy into the whip. He bounces off and comes back in when Dementia steps forward and lariats him down hard to the canvas. The crowd has a mixed reaction, remaining somewhat silent as they find neither of these men to be whatsoever respectable. Anarchy stands up and steps into a back elbow to the face by Dementia, taking him right back down to the canvas. Dementia lifts his leg into the air now, about to drop it when he misses Anarchy, landing straight onto his posterior. Anarchy stands up and steps to the side of the seated Dementia, before swinging around with his foot, connecting with a hard kick to his sternum. The shot knocks Dementia onto his back before Anarchy rushes spine first into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in. He springs into the air, going for a headbunt to the chest of Dementia, but finds himself connecting with canvas, the crowd groaning as Anarchy bounces up onto his elbows and knees.

He reaches for his forehead while Dementia stands up at his side, Anarchy trying to will his way to his feet as well. As soon as he gets them beneath his body, Dementia charges in and connects with a stiff knee lift directly to his face. The shot causes Anarchy to go into a spin before Dementia rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and coming back in as he jumps into the air. He grabs a hand full of Anarchy’s hair, going for the face buster only for Anarchy to shove him off, sending Dementia crashing hard back first into the canvas. He then steps forward and jumps into the air, connecting with the headbunt straight to the chest of his opponent.

Douglas: What fast paced action between these two, really going at it and not holding back whatsoever.

Mayne: These two have similar dimensions, and similar styles, which seem to be blending well in this match.

Anarchy grabs Dementia by the head, pulling him up onto his seat and then stepping behind his back. He connects with a crossface forearm to the side of Dementia’s noggin, then does the same to the other side of his face. The fans groan at the sight of these forearms before Anarchy finally bends forward and wraps his arm around the neck of Dementia, trapping him in the dragon sleeper. Dementia tries to fight it, pushing his way upwards with Anarchy still trying to hold on, but finding it hard to do so. As both men get up, Dementia spins around, burying his shoulder to the gut of Anarchy and shoving him backwards, spine first into the turnbuckle. Anarchy yells out in pain as Dementia steps back and then drives his shoulder into his gut again. He rears in reverse one more time and then delivers a third shoulder to the mid-section of Anarchy, before standing up and taking him by the wrist. He whips him across the ring now, straight into the turnbuckle when Dementia spins around, hitting it back first hard with Dementia coming in after him. Anarchy steps forward and blasts him to the jaw with a European Uppercut though, causing Dementia to be staggered as he turns away from his opponent, the crowd starting to get into this action now.

Anarchy steps forward out of the corner and hooks up the arms of Dementia, looking as if he’s ready for his Iron Maiden Driver (Reverse Leg Sweep into the middle rope) as he turns towards the cables. Dementia fights it off though at the last second and hooks one of the arms of Anarchy in the process. He uses it to pull him around and grab him around the neck throughout the process, turning both men around before Dementia drops down into a hard reverse neckbreaker. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Dementia floats around over into the pin on Anarchy. The official drops down to make the count but Dementia rises to his knees, shaking his head and inferring that he’s not ready to go for a pin yet.

Mayne: Hmmm, I don’t know how smart of a move that was for Dementia. He might have had Anarchy there with that clever reversal into the neckbreaker.

Douglas: Surprisingly, thus far, neither man has gone for a pinfall in this match.

Dementia grabs Anarchy around the hair, rolling him over onto his knees and then slapping on a front gantry. He holds on tightly, locking it with both arms and grounding the former bar room fighter. Anarchy pushes himself up onto his knees, grinding his teeth and displaying his pain through his contorted facial features before he forces himself up to his feet. He moves Dementia to a standing base as well, who still has him in the front gantry. Dementia changes it up though, instead stepping to the side of Anarchy and twisting his head into the cravat. A sickening look looms on Dementia’s pleased face as he holds this submission in tightly, really twisting at the head of his opponent. Anarchy throws an elbow now into the gut of Dementia, then does it once more, before connecting with a third one. The third strike is a charm as Dementia is forced to break the hold, Anarchy pushing his arms away and connecting with a sickeningly stiff chop across the chest of his opponent. Dementia is almost knocked out of his boots from the strike as Anarchy spins around now and connects with a roaring forearm strike that is equally as devastating.

The blow knocks Dementia back first into the cables, bouncing off and then coming back in at Anarchy before he grabs him by the back of the head and launches a knee into the gut of his opponent. Anarchy is bent forward, yelling out in pain as Dementia charges spine first into the ropes now, bouncing off and coming back in when Anarchy catches him against his shoulder. He lifts him into the air and places his hand to the chest of Dementia, shoving him down with a brutal spinebuster slam directly into the canvas. The crowd groans the absolute impact of the move as one of Dementia’s legs are put up into the air, Anarchy bending forward and placing his head behind his knee. He grabs the ankle of Dementia and now lifts his leg into the air, turning his opponent onto his chest as he locks him in a very unique stretch. The leg of his opponent is draped over the back of his neck while he tries to step over the back of Dementia now. Dementia refuses to allow him to do this though, trying to crawl to the best of his abilities in the direction of the ropes. He makes it, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one as the official steps in and starts a five count on Anarchy. He reaches four as Anarchy breaks the hold and steps right into official Marty Donovan’s face, looking furious that he would interrupt the action in this contest.

Mayne: Marty, I think the best thing for you to do would be to leave the ring and let these two just destroy one another.

Douglas: I would have to agree with you there Billy, I definitely would not want to be officiating this level of violence.

Anarchy spins around to face Dementia now, who suddenly sticks his fingers down the throat of the menacing individual. The crowd cannot help but to cheer as Dementia locks in the Lethal Dosage (Mandible Claw). Anarchy is scrambling, flailing his arms and trying his best to escape the hold when he lifts his foot into the air and kicks hard at the knee of Dementia. This causes him to bend forward and have his head grabbed around the neck by Anarchy, who reaches down and wraps his hand around the belt line of Dementia. He hoists him into the air and turns slightly before dragging him down face first into the canvas with the downward spiral. Dementia’s face slams into the canvas as he rolls onto his back now, both men lying motionless on the canvas in exhausted states in this fast paced, high impact affair.

Billy: What a desperation counter by Anarchy, barely escaping that Lethal Dosage by Dementia. These two are really leaving it all in the ring tonight.

Douglas: We’re going to see a lot of that this evening Dan, with some more stellar matches on tap for tonight’s show as well.

Dementia begins to turn, holding his nose as he gets to his knees, Anarchy beginning to rise to his feet as well. Both men look spent, but Anarchy comes charging in nevertheless. He throws a lariat that Dementia ducks, rushing into the ropes behind him. He bounces off and comes back in with a big boot attempt at Anarchy ducks under, yet catches him around the leg and neck. He seems to be setting up for some type of capture suplex or perhaps a modified back breaker, but Dementia won’t let it happen. He headbunts Anarchy violently, causing him to break up the attempt before Dementia grabs him around the back of his noggin and bends it forward, placing him in a front gantry. Dementia signals for the DDT and drops back, but Anarchy grabs the top rope, keeping himself standing and causing his opponent to crash hard back first into the canvas. Dementia yells out in pain as he arches his back from the canvas. Anarchy steps around to his legs immediately, lifting them up into the air and placing the back of his shoulders to them. He pins Dementia’s shoulders to the mats while lifting his legs into the air and placing them on the second rope, perpindicular to the ones he held onto in order to prevent being hit with the DDT.

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Dementia grabs Anarchy around the back of the head and pushes it downward while sitting up. Anarchy flips forward and lands on his shoulders upon the canvas with his legs going over Dementia’s shoulders. He now has him in the pinning predicament as Dementia stands up though and grabs a hold of the back of Anarchy’s tights, reaching out and grabbing the middle rope as well. The official makes the count yet again.

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Anarchy kicks out now, the crowd putting their hands together as both men were incapable of picking up the pinfall through dastardly means.

Douglas: A couple of close pinfalls there between Dementia and Anarchy, it looks like they’re actually trying to win this match now. Perhaps they finally realize what’s on the line here, a shot at moving up the rankings in the Livewire Contendership Top Five.

Mayne: Dan, I honestly think neither of these two guys care about anything, especially contending for titles.

A sweaty Dementia rolls to his knees as Anarchy begins to stand up as well. Both men are battered, bruised and exhausted as Dementia steps in and blasts Anarchy across the jaw, only for him to return with a shot of his own. Both men are staggered as official Donovan steps in, demanding that they both stop using closed fists on one another. Anarchy and Dementia stare at one another in a groggy state now, before they shrug their shoulders and both strike official Marty right to the jaw. The crowd screams as the official is knocked straight onto his back by the double closed fist strike.

Douglas: What the hell!?! Anarchy and Dementia just laid out Marty Donovan!

Mayne: What are they thinking? They’re both going to be disqualified!

Dementia grabs Marty by the back of the head, dragging him to his feet when Anarchy grabs him by the hair as well. Both men rush him at the cables and then throw him over, sending him crashing to the outside of the ring across his back. Another official, this time Chester Princeton comes bolting from the back and sliding into the ring. As soon as he gets his feet under him, Anarchy spins around and levels him with a violent lariat, that sends him into a corkscrew as he crashes onto his back. The bell is ringing in the background as Chester is now completely laid out by the violent impact. Anarchy shakes his head as he stares down at him, Dementia moving towards the cables and demanding a microphone be handed to him, which is quickly done.

Mayne: I think both of these men have snapped out here tonight, they just almost decapitated Chester Princeton for crying out loud.

Douglas: I have no idea what the motives are for these two gentlemen.

Dementia steps to the center of the ring with the mic in hand, fuming with an outraged aura about him. Anarchy steps to his side, looking equally as repulsed by the fans’ reaction to them.

Dementia: So you people thought we’d play by the rules, that we’d do what we were assigned to do out here tonight? Well, I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you all this, but your sadly, miserably mistaken!

A loud reaction consisting of boos flood from the fans as Dementia’s lip quivers in anger.

Dementia: We’re through playing by anyone’s rules, and trying to live up to anyone’s fucking standards. Jackson Adams, you can take that Livewire title of yours, and those whole top five contendership bullshit, and stick so far up your ass you can taste the polish of your belt.

Dementia hands the mic to Anarchy, who looks on fuming as he raises the microphone to his trembling lips as well.

Anarchy: That’s right, we’re not going to take shit from anyone, and we’re not going to be bossed around by anyone either. So for everyone on Annihilation, consider this your first, and final warning, don’t fuck with us.

Slinging the mic down, Anarchy’s music hits, both he and Dementia turning to exit the ring, having made their impact. Both officials are down, beaten badly, crumbled in a heap thanks to this new alliance.

Douglas: What have we seen here tonight? Has Dementia and Anarchy decided to hitch their wagons to one another? What does this mean for everyone here on Annihilation.

Mayne: It means trouble.


ANTICIPATION


A sweaty Nathan Creed marches back and forth in his dressing room, a towel in his hand which he slings down violently onto the bench at his side. Frustration is building within him it seems as he continues to move back and forth, almost working a groove into the floor beneath his feet. He runs his hands over his sweaty head while frantically pacing past his lockers in the background several times.

Hey Nathan...

Creed turns with passionate eyes in the direction of Robin Brooks, who strolls forward into the camera’s scene, smiling pleasantly in the direction of the Xtreme Champion. Nathan doesn’t appear as pleased as he normally would with the presence of the lovely young being, who over the past few months has definitely acquired a great deal of affection. Nathan just nods in her direction before pacing once again, Robin acting a bit surprised as she rears her head in reverse, realizing that Creed wasn’t as appreciative of her presence as he normally is.

Robin: Jeez Nathan, you just made somebody tap out for the second week straight, you think you could be a little happier, maybe smile for a change?

Nathan stops and puts his fists to his hips while staring into the eyes of Robin. Instead of forcing a grin he just glares at her for a second, showcasing his dismay and absolute concentration. Finally Brooks begins to chuckle as she raises her hands into the air.

Brooks: Come on, I know you can do it.

Robin grabs the sides of Nathan’s mouth and forces them up into a grin which finally causes Creed to chuckle a bit as he turns away from Brooks, trying to hide his laughter.

Robin: See, that wasn’t so hard was it? Now what’s wrong with you? Like I said, you should be ecstatic right now, you just won.

Nathan: Under most circumstances I would be jumping for joy Robin, but I got to remain focused. I can’t allow myself to get in the same type of place I was mentally when I went into my second match with Jackson Adams.

Robin seems to be having troubles grasping this concept as she pats Nathan reassuringly on the shoulder.

Brooks: I’m sure you’ll do great Nathan, your going to beat him.

With a sharp twist of his body, Nathan pulls away from Brooks, who bats her eyes in confusion now.

Nathan: Don’t tell me that Brooks, it’s something I don’t need to be hearing right now. I need to go into this thing nowhere near as confident as I was in my last encounter with him. That’s how Adams got the better of me, and I can’t let it happen again. Do you understand?

The smile on Robin’s face grows as she lifts her hand to the tense, serious face of Nathan, beginning to rub his cheek with her palm slowly.

Robin: Sorry, I just can’t help being confident in your abilities.

Nathan smiles once again, unable to contain the gesture as his hand slides up over top of Brooks’, holding it to the side of his face. The two exchange a long stare with silence ensuing between them as Creed’s face begins to be drawn towards Brooks’, their lips inching forward slowly, closer and closer. A buzz begins to form from the crowd when the door flies open to the dressing room and Rusty Cage now strolls in, the fans booing loudly with a contingent of security guards standing behind him. Nathan turns to glare at Rusty, taking his hand off Brooks’ as both of them look in outrage over Cage’s presence, a gathering of guards collected behind him in full on riot gear, helmets and night sticks included.

Nathan: What the hell do you think your doing coming in my dressing room. Didn’t you get enough of an ass kicking the last time you intruded into my business?

Rusty puts his hands up to infer that Nathan better shut his mouth and quickly.

Rusty: I’m afraid the circumstances are a little different this time around Creed. For one, I have some legitimate back up this time, and you don’t even want to know the repercussions of putting your hands on me. I’m here with an official message, one handed down to me by the glorious Jackson Adams himself. He has decreed that your presence is no longer needed in the arena, and to prevent you from getting involved in matches that don’t involve you.....

Rusty stares at Brooks, who gazes spitefully back at the Alpha Generation member.

Rusty: Therefore, he wants you to leave the building, and leave it right now!

Rusty is red in the face as he steps up towards Creed, the guards inching forward as well as they pat the night sticks in their palms. Nathan stares between all of them while shaking his head.

Nathan: That’s fine, I planned on leaving in a few minutes anyway. But I hope you tell your boss something for me.

Creed reaches out, fixing the collar of Rusty’s dress shirt.

Creed: That kicking me out of the arena tonight, isn’t going to save his ass next week on Annihilation.

Nathan stares at Rusty for a moment, who looks a bit disturbed by this message. Suddenly Creed slaps Rusty hard across the side of the face, causing him to bend forward as he reaches for his cheek, Nathan just glaring down at him in anger. He steps around Rusty now with the guards surrounding him and leading him out of the dressing room. Robin watches on with a slight grin on her face while Rusty rubs his cheek in outrage, glaring at the back of the departing Future.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


WITH US, OR AGAINST US


A sad expression hangs over the face of Baine, his head lowered while he meekly raises it slightly to look down into the face of Adams. He can’t even bare to stare him eye to eye, although Adams would have to use a step ladder in order to accomplish this task. Jackson stands beneath him, looking up into his face and shaking his head in a very disappointed manner. Obviously he’s not pleased in the slightest by the massive giant, while they remain in the GM office. The Livewire title still sparkles over his shoulder, a fancy dark suit binding to his wiry frame.

Adams: Look at you, you make me sick, absolutely repulsed. The mere sight of you makes me want to vomit.

Adams’ face is almost becoming a shade of green while he gazes upon Baine, absolutely repulsed by the massive man, who is actually cowering in fear of the much smaller Livewire Champion.

Jackson: Last week you couldn’t even beat Aurora Rose. Aurora fucking Rose! What’s wrong with you. What have you become!?!

Baine cowers a bit more as a result of the loud booming voice that spills from Adams’ lungs.

Adams: You haven’t won one match in the past month or so, you’re pointless, you’re useless! You’re a waste of my time. You’re not Alpha Generation material.

Jackson pulls his head back, just shaking it with the foulest expression on his face possible.

Jackson: Your match is cancelled, get out of my sight before I slap you across your big ugly face. You better think of a way to change my mind about you, or you’re out of here for good, just like Mark Comeau. Get you’re ass of my office, right now!

With reluctance, Baine stumbles forward and coyly looks back at Jackson, who just extends his finger and continues to demand he leave. Baine steps towards the door and opens it, about to step out with none other than Sean Johnson stepping in. The fans violently react to the presence of Genocide as he looks baffled at Newman who is leaving, stepping into the office slowly. Genocide overlooks Jackson, who does the same to Johnson, the Livewire Champion a bit confused as to why he’s seeing the veteran lurking before him.

Jackson: Uhhh, what the hell are you doing Sean? I didn’t call you in here...

Sean: Dude, relax, chill out for a second.

Adams’ face fills with speculation as he mouths the words “chill out” in befuddlement. Johnson extends his hand, placing it on the shoulder of Jackson though, who becomes a bit offended that he’s being touched.

Johnson: Listen, I’ve been hearing a lot about the changes your making around here, and I just have to say, I love it.

Adams’ eyebrow raises as he perks up a bit, enjoying having his ego stroked whenever available.

Johnson: I mean, Mark was a waste of everyone’s time. He was here over a year, and he did nothing, he made zero changes to the landscape of ULW. But you, you’re a man with a vision Adams, you’ve made some huge changes around here. Which is why I just wanted to tell you, that if you need help implementing some of these changes, and would like a little extra support for your revolution, Sean “Genocide” Johnson is always here for you Adams. I got rid of Silencer, I can get rid of anyone who crosses your path.

The thought seems to be weighting heavily on the mind of Adams, who runs his hand over his jaw as he continues to mull it over. He finally looks down at the eager Genocide while nodding his head.

Adams: And what do you want in return Sean?

Genocide grins slowly as he lowers his head.

Johnson: Well, there is one little thing....

Sean raises a single finger into the air while Adams smirks confidently.


ROBIN BROOKS VS. AURORA ROSE


Astounded by Tantric now hits the PA system with the fans getting up, putting their hands together for none other than Aurora Rose. As the curtains part she steps out through the curtains and stares around at the fans, several of them throwing cat calls out at her. She smirks only slightly and then jogs towards the ring.

Dan: What an unusual series of events unfolding backstage between Jackson Adams and Sean Johnson, and how is it right to have Nathan taken from the building. It’s bullshit. But I’ll try to get my head on this impending match.

Mayne: Yes, keep your attention on the in ring hotness, I mean, wrestling. And Jackson was just removing Nathan from the arena, now Aurora doesn’t have to worry about him coming out here and helping Robin score a victory.

Douglas: Oh come off it now, you know that’s not Robin, or Nathan’s motivation.

Aurora steps towards the apron and pulls herself up onto it, doing the splits throughout the process. She grabs the top rope and pulls herself up out of the splits before flipping over backwards into the ring, looking very acrobatic. Rumor by Lindsey Lohan, Robin’s music now hits the PA system ans sparkles begin to fly from both sides of the stage. The fans are going nuts as Robin emerges from the curtains, hopping up and down with a very driven expression on her face. She slides into the ring, looking very driven as she stands up and throws some punches and kicks, getting herself physically ready for the impending contest. Aurora stares at her from across the ring with a less than respectful glare.

Billy: And here comes ULW’s sperm bank, I mean, Robin Brooks.

Douglas: Would you stop with your indecent commentary. Stop besmirching the good name of Robin, she’s a very talented young performer in her prime, and this should be a fantastic match between herself and Aurora.

The bell sounds in the background as Brooks and Aurora step forward quickly, locking up arms in the collar elbow. As they begin to push against one another, looking for the advantage, Aurora bends forward and swings around under the arm of Robin, placing it in the ringer. She doesn’t keep that on long though and instead pulls Brooks forward towards her body into a kick attempt to her face. Robin drops down, sliding under the leg of Aurora and getting to her feet before she stands up behind Rose and wraps her arms around her waist. She places her in position for the German before Aurora turns her body and reaches out with her arms, wrapping them around the neck of the Black Widow, pulling her head downward as she locks in the side headlock submission. The crowd has another mixed reaction at the sight of this quick reversal by Aurora, who is really squeezing at the head of Robin, almost to the point where Brooks’ noggin pops like a pimple.

Robin grabs the arm of Aurora around her neck though and then slides backwards behind the back of Rose, pulling her arm into a hammerlock. Aurora slaps her shoulder several times, trying to find a way out of the hold before she reaches back with her arm and wraps it around the neck of Robin. She now drops to her knees and snapmares Brooks over onto her posterior, scooting up behind her back and burying her knee into her spine. She interlocks her hands around her jaw, pulling back with the reverse chin lock throughout the process. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of these quick reversals between both Brooks and Rose, the two femme fatales trying their best to get the better of one another. Robin reaches up with her hands, grabbing the ones of Aurora that are around her chin, beginning to pull them away. As she does, Aurora begins to stand up and bend forward over the head of Brooks, trying to lock in the reverse chin lock with a little more strength. Brooks drops back though and launches her shin straight into the face of Aurora, causing her to stumble in reverse in a dazed state. Robin then rolls over backwards, sticking her legs out and locking them around the waist of Aurora, who bends forward and grabs Brooks about the mid-section.

Aurora lifts Robin into the air into a wheelbarrow when Brooks catches her around the neck, and then turns her body to drag Rose down into a side headlock takedown. The crowd claps at the sight of the clever transition into this submission by the Black Widow.

Douglas: Some very nice chain wrestling between Brooks and Rose, with Robin hitting a wheelbarrow side headlock takedown. I’ve never seen anything like that before.

Mayne: Meh, it be more impressive if it came from a man.

Dan: Would you stop with your cliche chauvinistic rhetoric?

Robin holds onto the side headlock tightly when Aurora reaches up with her legs, wrapping them around the head of Brooks, pulling her over backwards. She has her in the head scissors before Robin uses incredible agility to bridge her way up out of the hold, straight onto her feet. She plants herself and now moonsaults over backwards when Aurora rolls out of the way, Robin landing on her feet surprisingly as she realized that Aurora had rolled out of the way quickly. Rose swings around with her leg now, going for a back heel trip when Robin jumps into the air, avoiding it. She lands behind Aurora as she rises to her feet quickly, Brooks rushing in and grabbing her by the back of the head as she goes for the facebuster. Rose places her hands to the back of Brooks and shoves her off forward into the cables though. Robin jumps into the air and lands on the second cable before springing off and turning in mid-air as she goes for the crossbody. Aurora drops to one knee though and causes Brooks to land ribs first on top of the other one, connecting with a rib breaker. Brooks shouts out in pain as she stands up and grips at her mid-section, Aurora immediately grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her into her shoulders. She stands up and pushes Brooks off while falling onto her back, sending Robin tumbling ribs first into both of her knees.

The crowd groans as Brooks stands up, holding both of her ribs and staggering in the direction of the turnbuckle. She turns, leaning against it back first while reaching for her gut as Aurora rolls over backwards onto her knees. She then slaps her forearm and comes rushing in with a huge burst of speed, jumping into the air and going for a forearm strike. Robin moves out of the way though as Aurora flies over the turnbuckle and slams face first into the top of the exposed turnbuckle post. The crowd groans as she bounces off and flows over the ropes onto the apron, grabbing the top cable to keep herself from tumbling to the outside. Robin grabs the perpindicular rops and jumps onto the middle cable, springing off and turning in mid air as she plants a dropkick to the face of Aurora, sending her flying off while turning in mid-air and crashing into the barricade sternum first. Aurora collapses onto her back, while wrapping her arms around mid-section in pain, Robin standing up with a very intense expression on her face as she begins to climb the turnbuckle now. She gets to the top rope and then turns her back towards Aurora, who is standing up on the outside of the ring before flying off with a huge moonsault. The crowd goes nuts as Robin flies through the air and lands on the shoulder of Aurora on the outside of the ring, knocking them both down hard to the mats. The crowd is standing while slapping the barricades, shouting hysterically over what they just witnessed.

Dan: Ooooohhh, Robin going high risk ladies and gentlemen, and it paid off nicely!

Mayne: Brooks best stop all these flippy, high risk moves, sooner or later it’s going to come back to bite her in the ass.

Robin rolls away from Aurora, holding her ribs and kicking her legs in pain while the fans are still standing, commencing in a “holy shit” chant. Robin begins to push herself upwards while Aurora remains spread out over the mats, barely moving. Brooks slides her hands into the hair of Aurora, rolling her onto her knees and then dragging her to her feet. She pulls her towards the ring and rolls her in under the cables to the inside before hopping onto the apron herself. Brooks now begins to step towards the turnbuckle, starting to scale it quickly with Aurora showing signs of life, trying to push herself upward. As Robin gets to the top rope, Aurora turns and steps towards her quickly, delivering a superkick to her ankle and causing Brooks to collapse crotch first onto the corner. Robin yells out in pain from the collision when Aurora steps forward and grabs her hair, dragging her head forward with just her ankles over the ropes now. She wraps her arm around the neck of Brooks and now hits a swinging neckbreaker, driving her down to the canvas off the turnbuckle. The fans groan at the tremendous impact of Robin’s body with the canvas before Aurora rolls over into the pinfall.

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Robin kicks out to a great deal of cheers from the crowd before Aurora jumps onto her feet, jumps over Robin and jumps onto the middle rope. She hits a handless lionsault right across the ribs of Brooks, the fans groaning at the sight of the impact before Rose gets to her knees and scrambles into the cover. She drops down and hooks the leg of Robin once again.

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Robin gets her shoulder up yet again, turning onto her side throughout the process while Aurora stands and stomps her to the back of the head several times. She grabs her by the hair and rolls her onto her knees before wrapping her arm around her head and forcing her to her feet. Rose points at the turnbuckle now before bolting at it, stepping up the cables as she goes for the tornado DDT. Brooks pushes her off though at the last second, causing Aurora to land on her feet in the center of the ring with Robin falling back first into the turnbuckle. She leans on it for support when Aurora bolts forward directly at her. Robin pulls herself up by gripping the top rope and reaches out with her legs, wrapping them around the head of Aurora and then letting go as she swings around into a hurricarana, flipping Rose over. The crowd cheers at the sight of this while Aurora turns into a crawling base, pushing herself up and beginning to step towards Robin.

The standing Brooks, grips her neck as she swings around with her foot, connecting with a kick to the back of Aurora’s leg. Rose hops up and down, grinding her teeth in pain before Brooks uses some of her karate background, spinning around and kicking the side of Aurora’s face violently. The crowd once again groans at the sound of the sickening strike as Aurora falls into the cables for support. Robin steps in and chops Rose across the chest, causing her legs to kick into the air as she shouts out in pain. Brooks grabs her by the wrist and tries to whip her across the ring when Aurora puts the breaks on it though. She turns around and pulls Robin into a drop toe hold, planting her face first into the canvas before she jumps to her feet and rushes across the ring to the ropes at Brooks’ side. Robin gets to her hands and knees when Aurora bounces off the ropes and comes charging back in, jumping forward into a front dropkick to the side of Robin’s head, the ground groaning at the sound of the brutal impact. Robin is knocked over onto her back as Aurora rolls in reverse onto her knees and then scrambles into the cover. She hooks Robin’s leg with the fans going nuts.

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Robin hooks the arm of Aurora with her legs and then hooks up the other one as well, pulling her over in reverse into a crucifix pin.

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Aurora kicks out of the pinfall attempt.

Douglas: Some real back and forth action between these ladies as they are just going at it with an incredibly quick pace.

Mayne: I haven’t seen two women go at it this hardcore since I rented that stag film.

Aurora kicks out as she drops over onto her knees, Brooks pushing herself up onto her hands and knees with her side facing Rose. Aurora steps in and steps over the back of Robin quickly before placing her knees to the back of Brooks’ armpits, falling forward into the canvas. She falls onto her palms while she pulls Robin up onto the back of her shoulders, her entire body standing on top of them.

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Robin kicks out and falls over forward onto the back of Aurora. As soon as she does, she stands up straight and grabs the jaw of Rose, pulling her up into the camel clutch, causing the fans to put their hands together at the sight of the clever reversal.

Douglas: What a reversal into the camel clutch, that was amazing!

Mayne: Okay, now I’m mildly impressed by these lovely young ladies.

Aurora shouts out at the top of her lungs as she finds herself in this camel clutch, trying to free herself with Brooks holding on pugnaciously. Suddenly Aurora pushes herself backwards between the legs of Robin and turns her body, to catch her around the thigh. She pulls her over backwards into the school boy and then stands up, grabbing the legs of Robin and then trying to roll her over into the liontamer. The crowd is cheering loudly as Aurora tries to roll her over when Brooks turns herself around suddenly, crossing her legs at the knees and then placing the back of her feet to the armpits of Aurora, pulling her over forward into a roll up pinfall.

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Aurora kicks out with the fans on there feet, amazed by this quick paced, frantic action between the two ladies. Robin rolls over onto her feet as Aurora does the same, both ladies charging at one another and connecting with a double lariat, taking both ladies down to the canvas hard. They lie on the ring hard with the fans putting their hands together over this intense actions they’ve witnessed between the two throughout this grueling battle. Aurora begins to will her way upwards, as does Robin, both ladies getting to their feet. Suddenly Aurora pops Robin across the jaw, before Brooks returns with a strike to her face as well. Rose is knocked backwards by the shot before an exhausted Robin spins around, going for a forearm strike. Aurora ducks kicks her arm though, causing Brooks to turn away from Aurora holding her arm throughout the process. Aurora steps forward and jumps into the air, landing on the shoulders of the Black Widow, going for what appears to be a reverse hurricarana. Robin places her hands to the back of Aurora’s legs though, pushing her up and over her head. Aurora lands on her feet in front of the Black Widow, who jumps into the air, grabbing her by the shoulders and placing her feet under her armpits. Brooks rolls over in reverse, pulling Aurora in the same direction directly onto the back of her shoulders into a pinning predicament with the crowd standing up, going nuts.

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No, Aurora kicks out at the last second, everyone standing up and putting their hands together at the sight of this. Brooks rolls forward across the canvas in an exasperated state with the fans still on their feet, putting their hands together. Aurora stands up throughout the process while Brooks does as well. Robin turns towards her when Aurora now jumps into the air, going for the spinning heel kick. Brooks ducks it as Aurora lands on her feet and turns towards her, walking straight into a stiff superkick straight to the jaw. The shot knocks Rose right off of her feet and sends her crashing down hard onto the canvas. Suddenly their appreciation turns to boos as none other Anarchy rushes from the backstage area and jumps onto the apron quickly.

Douglas: What the hell is Anarchy doing out here!?!

Mayne: I don’t have a clue Dan!

Aurora rolls across the canvas in exhaustion while the referee steps towards Anarchy, shouting into his face, trying to get him off the apron to the best of his abilities. Anarchy argues with him while Robin stands up and turns towards this developing scene, looking upset over what is going on. Behind her though, Dementia has jumped the barricade with a steel chair in hand, sliding into the ring behind Brooks.

Douglas: Hey wait a minute, Robin, Robin look out!

The Black Widow turns around when Dementia lifts the chair into the air and slams it over her skull violently. The metal dents around the head of Robin as she crashes onto her back now, looking completely out of it with the fans screaming, vocalizing their outrage. Anarchy is still distracting the official while Dementia steps towards the laid out Aurora, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her towards Robin, draping her over the shcest of the laid out Brooks.

Dan: I cannot believe this bullshit, Dementia just laid out Robin Brooks with that steel chair shot! Why is he still helping out Aurora Rose after the events that transpired at Retribution!?!

Mayne: He’s obsessed with getting Rose to join his crusade.

Anarchy drops off the apron while Dementia rolls under the ropes with the chair gripped in his hands, the fans still booing rather loudly. The referee turns around and spots the pinfall, dropping down and making the count quickly with the fans screaming, Aurora unaware that she’s even got the pin.

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The entire arena is in shock over this, as Robin was just screwed out of a win by Anarchy and Dementia. Both men join at the bottom of the ramp and begin marching up it backwards, smirking over what they just did to Robin. Aurora remains on top of Robin, not moving after being so brutally hit with that superkick just a few second ago.

Douglas: I cannot believe this bullshit, Anarchy and Dementia just screwed Robin over here tonight, they just helped Aurora Rose pick up a win.

Mayne: Unbelievable, why would anyone want to help out Aurora, the woman is infatuated with Isaac Saine for crying out loud, hell, she doesn’t even know the name of our show!

Dan: I cannot believe what has transpired here this evening. If Nathan was here, he would have been able to do something about.

A battered Aurora pushes herself up with shock on her face as she glares at Dementia backing up the ramp, smirking confidently in her direction. Anarchy chuckling as well, realizing he helped beat down the woman who he was forced to share a victory with a week before. Aurora looks down at the out cold Robin, looking shocked by what she was just apart of, grabbing at her hair at the point of ripping it from her scalp while Dementia remains on the stage, tapping his temple with a single finger. The crowd looks perplexed as ever though as a set of hands reach into the ring and grabs the unconscious Robin around the ankle. She is now dragged from the ring with the fans continuing to watch on in shock as none other than Hurse pulls her from the squared circle and then scoops her up into his arms, having emerged from the crowd.

Douglas: Hey, wait a minute now, what the hell is Hurse doing out here now, he’s taking Robin Brooks!

Mayne: What the hell is wrong with this guy?

Hurse steps over the barricade now with the out cold Robin still in his arms as he rushes through the screaming crowd.


DISSENSION


A enormous reaction pours from the lips of the fans as the camera opens upon none other than the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Desolation. Every fan in attendance cannot help but to react enthusiastically at the sight of the Dark Man, who has an odd expression on his face as he glares downward at something off camera. The World title sparkles over his shoulder while he lurks in the boundaries of his dressing room. The camera remains on his shoulders and head area as he speaks now.

Desolation: Jackson Adams is a tool with worse hygiene than Oscar the Grouch, I can’t believe you’d ever be anywhere near supportive of him, Optimus Prime.

The camera pans down to reveal a large Optimus Prime doll in Desolation’s hand, that he is moving across the surface of a bench, slightly bent forward in order to do this. The Transformers toy has a giant mace in his hand as well.

Desolation: Hit yourself with that giant mace you retard, and I never want to hear you say anything flattering about anyone, ever again, especially Jackson Adams. Oh, and Devin Hawk is even worse, he’s so bad he makes Jackson look slightly better by comparison. I just wish I had a mace ten times bigger than what your holding to beat the cream out of their bodies, although they eject great deals of it into each other’s mouths so there might not be a lot left....

Desolation!

Suddenly the World Champion stands up straight and forces the Optimus Prime toy behind his back, turning to face Orlando Cruze with wide eyes. He stares at the Icon as the former three time World Champion marches forward in Desolation’s direction. Desolation grins, flashing his teeth and acting like nothing is wrong as he hides the toy behind his back. By contrast, Orlando appears very serious, nervous almost as he eyes Orlando.

Desolation: Lando, how goes things?

Desolation keeps that same grin on his face Orlando continues to overlook him speculatively.

Orlando: You were playing with your toys again weren’t you?

Desolation: Uh, no.

With a loud clinking sound, the Optimus Prime toy hits the floor behind Desolation as he quickly kicks it with the back of his heel off camera. Orlando shakes his head, not amused on this occasion.

Orlando: I could care less, because there’s more pressing issues at hand right now Desolation.

Desolation: Really, what could be so important, did Ron show up drunk again, grabbing people’s asses while dressed in a Ferangi costume?

Cruze: Uhhhh, no.

Desolation: Oh, okay then. I got it! Congratulations Orlando, I knew sooner or later you’d impregnate Nathan, I can just imagine the gapped toothed, hairless Canadian looking Somoan that you two will produce.

Orlando: No!

Desolation scratches at his head as he tries to think what this important news must be.

Desolation: Did Jackson Adams say something that wasn’t originally my material?

Orlando: For the love of God, Desolation, your wrong again, just be quiet for a second so I can tell you what I find so important.

Desolation crosses his arms and rolls his eyes as Orlando finally gets him to be quiet for a moment.

Cruze: Listen man, I’m a bit weary about teaming with Hurse tonight. I know earlier in the week I said it was going to be cool, that we can be professionals and get through this thing. But something in unsettling me....

Desolation puts his hand on Orlando’s shoulder, giving him a sympathetic glare.

Desolation: You mistook some byproduct from Pissin in the Wind David Fields for your herbal tea, don’t worry, happens to the best of us.

Orlando: No dammit. I just don’t trust this sudden change in Hurse’s behavior. He goes from trying to constantly ridicule us, to wanting to be all buddy, buddy with us now. I just don’t buy it, something tells me there’s something up his sleeve this evening, and I think it has to do with the Alpha Generation.

The thought enters Desolation’s mind as he scratches at his jaw.

Desolation: For once you’ve said something that showed a level of intelligence Orlando. As usual though, I thought of it first. If Hurse does decide to pull some shenanigans why should either of us be fearful in the slightest, it’s not like we can’t take care of him easily. This is Hurse for crying out loud, the man was beaten more times by AWOL, than you’ve been beaten off by Creed. He’s nothing to fear in the slightest. So stop being paranoid Cruze again, and just be ready for whatever might happen tonight.

Orlando shakes his head, realizing he should be offended but clearly not with the comments coming from Desolation.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW NOVEMBER 19TH


DECIEVING EYES?


Confusion is aroused amongst the fans at the sight of the mysterious shrouded figure lurking in one of the backstage corridors. He is standing right in front of a corner, talking to someone off camera, standing before him apparently. The hood remains over his head, obstructing the view of his face while he continues to speak with someone. His words cannot be heard as he speaks, remaining just as mysterious as his identity as the camera now pans around to his back, staring over his shoulders straight at the person he’s conversing with. A mixed reaction, consisting of bewildered pleas escape the mouths of the fans at the sight of none other than Jericho Dylan. He leans bicep first against the white wall, nodding his head with a snide smirk on his face as he listen to this shrouded figure preaching at him.


EDDIE VINES VS. ANDREW MAY VS. “LIONHEART” RYAN MILLS


The camera returns to the ring where Eddie Vines is standing, looking at his foot as if it’s very appetizing to him.

Dan: What the hell was that? Why is that mysterious individual talking to Jericho Dylan? And are Orlando’s suspicions of Hurse well grounded?

Mayne: Of course they are, Hurse has shown so many times before what type of backstabbing bastard he can be. He’s betrayed Johnny Kingdom, AWOL, and so many others. Why do Desolation and Orlando even think he’ll be out for their interest in the slightest?

Douglas: Good point. Did I just say that? Anyway, as you can see, newcomer Eddie Vines is already standing in the ring, looking ready for competition.

"I Stand Alone" hits the PA system and out walks "The Lionheart" Ryan Mills, showing that always confident smile. He struts to the ring giving the occasional fan a "high-five." He slides in to the ring and warms up for his match. Eddie steps towards him, looking hungry.

Douglas: Here is a bright young talent coming into Annihilation, Lionheart Ryan Mills, a very capable, skilled star, who makes his in ring debut right here tonight.

Mayne: Let’s hope he does so without getting eaten throughout the process by Eddie Vines.

Andrew May’s music now cuts through the PA system as the young talent steps through the curtains and stares back and forth very intensely. Strobes go off at his sides as he stares towards the heavens and then rushes straight at the ring, sliding in under the ropes as he hops to his feet. Lionheart stares at him casually while Eddie Vines licks his lips, the cannibalistic newcomer, finding the idea of this match appetizing.

Billy Mayne: Oh, goody, we get to start with a noob fight.

Dan Douglas: Will you stop? These three men are newcomers to the ULW, and should be treated with respect.

[Andrew May, Eddie Vines and Ryan Mills are standing in the ring, unaware that Billy Mayne is ridiculing them. The bell rings and this match is officially underway! Vines is an immediate target of both Mills and May, receiving vicious kicks and side elbows. May whips Vines to the ropes and Mills drops to a crouch behind him. Vines hits Mills and falls backward, arms flailing wildly as he tries to keep his balance. Doesn't work, though, and he hits the mat hard enough to rattle the ropes a little. May and Mills nod in satisfaction, then Mills lifts Vines up and props him on the top turnbuckle. May backs up a ways, then runs, flips onto his hands and hits Vines with a vicious hurricanrana!]

Dan: Oh, my God!

Billy: I take that back. Andrew May has a future here in the ULW after all.

Douglas: Indeed he does... Did you see the impact on that hurricanrana? Eddie Vines may have a broken neck!

[Vines lies there, totally motionless. The fans are dumbstruck. They never expected Andrew to do that! Mills kicks Vines out of the ring, then turns to focus on May. What started out as a Triple Threat is now a singles match. EMT's quietly come down and remove Eddie Vines. Neither of the men still in the ring pay any attention to them... Mills nods once, then charges at May. May steps out of the way and Mills hits the ringpost with his shoulder!]

Douglas: OUCH!

Billy: That's gonna leave a mark!

Douglas: You think?

[Okay, back to the action in the ring. May grabs Mills' hand and twists, putting that already sore shoulder into a painful grapevine. Mills shoves May back hard enough to break the hold and shakes out his arm, then hits a brutal clothesline that leaves May sprawled on the mat. May rolls onto his side and Mills starts stomping on him, using the ropes for leverage. The fans boo this a bit, thinking it bad form to do that. Mills blinks, then breaks his grip on the ropes when the referee tells him to. Wouldn't make sense to get DQ'ed, now would it? May gets up and they are a little worse for wear since this contest started. Mills shakes his head, then charges in, only to get caught in a bearhug. Which is strange, since May isn't that big of a guy. But it's all about leverage... And right now, May has it. Mills brings his arms up and slams them against May's ears, causing the other man to drop him and cradle his ears in pain.]

Billy: What the hell was that?

Douglas: That, my dear Billy, is what is known as boxing one's ears.

Billy: Crude.

Dan: But effective.

Billy: True.

[Mills grabs May by the arms and swings him into position for an Unprettier, but it doesn't go as planned. May is still too fresh, and shoves Mills into the turnbuckle. Mills stumbles backward and May grabs him in a baseball slide. Mills rolls out of it and kicks May in the shoulder. Payback for him hitting the ringpost earlier. May stands up almost immediately and growls loudly before shoving Mills backward with both hands. Mills stumbles backward, much like Vines did before they took him out. May closes in and shoves again. Mills bounces off the ropes and stumbles forward into a vicious suplex. What May doesn't know, and nobody else saw, is that Mills caught himself on the rope hard enough to snap his head back. So he has a weak spot nobody knows about. He rolls onto his side, both arms covering his head and neck. May goes around front, lifts him to his feet and catches Mills with an uppercut that sends him reeling backward. The impact on Mills' neck is immediately obvious...]

Dan: Oh, dear.

Billy: Uh-oh... This doesn't look good for Ryan Mills!

[No, it doesn't. May is quick to capitalize, though, and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Then he goes for the pin, not seeing a hand reach up and grab Mills around the ankles to hold him down.

1...

2...

3!!!]

Dan: WHAT WAS THAT?

Billy: You got me!

[May rolls off, holding his neck with one hand. The ref lifts his other hand to signal May's win, then May rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. Nobody knows what just happened... All they know is, Andrew May won the match. Mills rolls onto his knees and stares at the ring apron, trying to figure out whose hands those were. They sure weren't Andrew May's!]

Douglas: This is very perplexing, folks...

Billy: It sure is! We'll get to the bottom of this... Stay tuned, we have more action to come here on Annihilation!


COMMERCIAL BREAK



THE FIRST SHOT


Douglas: Welcome back yet again ladies and gentlemen, and if you’re just tuning in, you’ve missed quite a lot of in ring action, and some crazy moments as well. This has been a fantastic night thus far Billy.

Mayne: I’d use the term convoluted instead of fantastic. This program has been all over the place thus far tonight, and we’re not through yet.

Dan: Indeed, but now we’d like to take a moment to talk about ULW War of the Worlds, one of our biggest pay-per-views of the year, will be a mega event, and great seats are still available.

Billy: Really people, start buying your tickets now because they’ll be sold out in no tim.... hey, wait a minute....

The crowd is flaring up yet again with excitement as a figure slides into the ring and stands up tall, everyone shocked at the sight of none other than SCW’s Killjoy standing in the middle of the squared circle. He is wearing his usual baggy jean shorts with a dark sleeveless shirt hanging loosely over his body, the initials “SCW” written across the chest and a megaphone in his hand.

Douglas: What the hell? It’s former ULW World Champion Killjoy. We haven’t seen him since he defected to SCW, and now he’s standing our ring, with the audacity to wear their merchandise?

Mayne: Can this night possibly get any stranger? This has to be blow back from the ULW offensive against SCW, our interference with their show as of late.

Killjoy messes with the megaphone before lifting it to his lips, shouting loudly into it since he was not given a microphone on this occasion.

Killjoy: Well, well, well, I bet nobody expected to see me here tonight, now did you? I imagine several of you were all excited when you saw me jump that barricade and enter this ring for the first time in close to 4 months since I left a great amount of my blood in it. However, I know your surprise has to be replaced with anger at the sight of what I’m wearing, the proud colors of a real wrestling federation, a legitimate company, SCW!

Everyone boos furiously at the sound of this as Killjoy lowers the megaphone and nods his head sadly, repulsed by the response he’s receiving from his once loyal ULW fanbase.

Killjoy: Over the past couple of weeks, there’s been some harsh words floating around about what SCW is all about. We’ve had some people walking around the lockerooms here downplaying just how great SCW truly is. But you know why these people are degrading SCW, because their jealous. Their jealous that SCW gives people like me chances, that they employ real wrestlers, that they aren’t led by ego maniacal, childish bastards who can’t get their fucking acts together. This childish management leads to childish performers, and that’s what the ULW lockeroom consists of, a bunch of screaming crying brats, who are worried that SCW is infringing on their air time and slowly putting them out of business. And thanks to SCW hiring men like me, that’s become a very real possibility. SCW is slowly killing ULW, and everyone knows it, that’s why one pathetic son of a bitch has constantly come onto my show and tried to ruin it’s good name with his bad mic skills. But he’s never been in SCW, he’s never competed with the same class of athlete that I have, people who aren’t performers like in this company, they’re fucking wrestlers!!

Killjoy paces around with the megaphone lowered once more.

Mayne: How dare he, how dare he come into our house, a house that he once stood in for so long, and talk so negatively about us. This is bullshit, get out of the ring, go retire again you worthless piece of shit.

Douglas: I’m just as shocked as you are Billy. I can’t believe Killjoy has the audacity to come in here and say what he’s saying about a company that gave him so many chances, that made him a World Heavyweight Champion.

The fans are now chanting “SCW Sucks” as Killjoy grins and continues pacing.

Killjoy: No, SCW doesn’t suck, it’s never sucked, it’s just been screwed with time and time again by people who want to close your eyes to what real wrestling is all about. You’ve been given a misguided view of what SCW is, what it stands for, you’ve been listening to some intellectually challenged retard’s version of the truth. I’m here tonight to set the record straight though. SCW isn’t a joke, ULW is, and I say that speaking from experiencing. There’s no special matches in ULW, because they try to foolishly make everything special. There’s nothing funny about the melodramatic crap that constantly keeps hampering this production. The right people aren’t pushed, and politics are used to decide who gets title shots around here. It’s all one big fucking joke, that nobody is laughing at.....

BREAKDOWN!!

The SCW star stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder straight at the entry way as Hurse emerges through the curtains with the Submission title draped over his shoulder, Breaking Benjamin’s “Breakdown” playing over the PA system. Everyone is surprisingly cheering loudly for the Hurse as he saunters out onto the stage with his surgical gloves and mask in tow. A smirk forms on Killjoy’s face as the outraged Hurse moves straight for the ring, not taking even a second to caution himself as he moves towards the former World Champion.

Douglas: It’s about time, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m damn glad to be seeing Hurse finally come out here.

Mayne: He’s been the most vocal against SCW over the past few weeks, and now he’s coming out here to stand up for the honor of ULW.

Dan: It’s great to see that he’s actually learned to put his ego aside for the greater good of our federation.

Hurse rolls into the ring and hops onto his feet, staring straight into the face of Killjoy, neither man taking their eyes off one another. The crowd is buzzing with excitement, with anticipation at the sight of both of these men standing across from one another, anger fueling them. Hurse steps up towards Killjoy immediately, getting face to face, eye to eye with the now SCW star while the crowd stands, still cheering loudly and anxiously waiting for something to happen. Killjoy slowly lifts the megaphone to his lips.

Killjoy: Well, well, if it isn’t the retard I was thinking about. I’m not surprised you’d actually come out here to stand up for your pathetic little federation, to stand up for your company that has no honor, that has no respect for you in the slightest. You really must be an idiot Hurse, to be out here trying to support a company that will spit on you the second you step out of the line and stop believing what everyone else is believing. A company that held you down for so long and sent the image out to everyone that you were doing nothing more than following in Johnny Kingdom’s footsteps. Oh wait, maybe they were right about that Hurse, maybe they were correct when they implied that you like to follow in someone else’s lead. After all, it does seem like you enjoy having sloppy seconds. How does it feel Hurse, to know that Robin was all used up after I parted ways with her, and you just drugged what was left of her to get her in the sack?

Hurse’s eyes light up with anger as he throws a fist right into the face of Killjoy, backing him up. Killjoy drops the megaphone and steps back in, connecting with a strike to the jaw of Hurse now, both former ULW World Champions finally coming to blows with one another and causing the crowd to go absolutely insane.

Douglas: I cannot believe this, Hurse and Killjoy going at it, I’ve been waiting to see this for almost a year, ever since Hurse screwed Killjoy out of what was suppose to be his final ULW match in that fatal four way at Worlds Ending.

Mayne: SCW and ULW coming to blows!

Killjoy and Hurse are still battling it out with one another, connecting with fist strikes on one another when the fans start to scream in outrage, several figures jumping the barricades. Everyone is in shock as CHBK slides into the ring, as does Jay Gold.

Billy: Oh my God Dan, look, look, the stars of SCW are invading our ring!

Douglas: What, watch out Hurse!!

The fans are irate as Greg Cherry now rushes up behind Hurse and begins to club him over the back repeatedly. The Submission Champion immediately falls to his knees as Adam Riddick enters the ring and rushes up to his side as well, laying into him with repeated fist strikes. CHBK is on top of him as well now, stomping at his back as Hurse is knocked to the canvas. All four SCW superstars are stomping at him repeatedly, Jay Gold kicking him viciously to the head with hard boot shots. CHBK slaps his fellow SCW competitors on the shoulders now and yells for them to stand Hurse up as Adam Riddick gladly grabs him around the neck, placing him in a crossface while dragging him to his feet. Killjoy stands back with a grin on his face as CHBK steps back into a corner and begins to stomp his foot repeatedly, anxiously waiting for something. Hurse is now stood up by Adam, who is shouting into the side of his face repeatedly.

Adam: Your going to love this mother fucker, oh yeah, your going to love it!!

Jay Gold now holds Hurse by the wrist as Riddick steps back, Greg grabbing the other arm of the Submission Champion, holding him in place. CHBK now steps in and superkicks Hurse violently to the chin, knocking him down hard to the canvas across his back with the fans booing loudly.

Douglas: Nooo, I cannot believe this, SCW is beating the hell out of Hurse! Where is our lockeroom, where is some help!?!

Mayne: This is outrageous.

Greg Cherry now grabs Hurse by the hair and forces him up onto his feet before dragging him onto his shoulders, standing up straight as holds him in the fireman’s carry. The crowd is screaming as he pushes him around now and hits the side effect from that position, connecting with the Fuse. Hurse slams violently into the canvas as he rolls onto his back, Jay Gold and Adam Riddick clapping as they stand at the sides of the beaten down Submission Champion. He is going into convulsions on the canvas while Killjoy grabs the megaphone and shouts for them to stand the Submission Champion up. The SCW stars continue to work together as CHBK and Gold grab Hurse’s by the arms once again, forcing him up onto his knees. He doesn’t even have the power to stand with his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he is forced onto his feet. Killjoy slaps the megaphone, about to use it as a weapon on the prone, battered Hurse when the fans begin to go nuts. From the backstage area rushes Too Magnificent, Hurse’s good friend with a steel chair in hand. Behind him charges Orlando Cruze, as well as ULW World Champion Desolation. The entire ULW lockeroom now charges out behind them, Aurora Rose, Andrew May, Ryan Mills, Isaac Saine, Jericho Dylan, Sean Johnson, Juan Ramirez, Steve Newman. Everyone of the ULW superstars charging towards the squared circle.

Douglas: Here comes the calvary!!

Mayne: It’s about time.

Killjoy looks up and spots the army of ULW stars rushing towards the ring. He motions for his SCW cohorts to escape quickly as Riddick dives out of the ring and hops over the apron quickly. CHBK and Jay Gold throw down Hurse, who lands in a crawling base before quickly fleeing as well, sliding under the ropes and jumping the barricade. Greg Cherry jumps the barricade now as well as he makes his way through the booing fans, sticking up both middle fingers at them as he rushes by. Killjoy is the last to jump the barricade as he surveys the damage he just did to Hurse, who is barely conscious in the ring. Too Magnificent slides in and checks on his condition, gripping the chair tightly and looking furious over what just happened. Orlando and Desolation hop over the barricades and go rushing after the SCW contingent, as does Jericho Dylan, Steve Newman and just about everyone else in the lockeroom. The fans are chanting “ULW” loudly as their favorite stars charge past them going after the SCW performers.

Mayne: I cannot believe the madness out here tonight. SCW has invaded ULW and have left one of our stars laying. Damn blood thirsty savages. They have to attack in numbers to get anything accomplished!

Douglas: This is deplorable, the actions of SCW are reprehensible, and you better believe there is going to be some payback for this bullshit, you better believe it!

The crowd is still going nuts as Too Magnificent helps Hurse to his feet, the battered wrestler gripping onto Too Magnificent’s dark, “Sadistic One” t-shirt and using him as a brace throughout the process. Too Magnificent trembles with anger at the sight of what happened to his tag team partner, disgusted by the actions of SCW as he gets him to his feet and then steps forward, watching the ULW stars charge through the crowd. He shakes his head when spinning around and slamming the steel chair over the head of Hurse. The entire arena reacts with utter shock, all of them cupping their mouths as Hurse is knocked down hard to the canvas by the sickening thud of the steel chair.

Douglas: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

Mayne: Too Magnificent just hit Hurse with a steel chair!

The crowd is speechless as Hurse lays completely out cold upon the canvas now, his head busted open by the violent steel chair shot as Too Magnificent throws down the dented steel mass on the canvas and then grabs his shirt. He removes the dark fabric and reveals another sleeveless t-shirt on under it, the crowd screaming as they see the symbol upon his chest. “Alpha Generation” is what is spelled out to the shock of everyone in the arena as a demented, disturbing grin forms on Too Magnificent’s face, glaring down at a badly busted open Hurse. He chuckles to himself as he steps towards Hurse and grabs his former tag team partner by the hair, rolling him onto his knees and placing him in a front gantry.

Douglas: What the hell is going on? Has Too Magnificent joined the Alpha Generation!?!

Mayne: I’m just as confused as you are!

Too Magnificent hoists Hurse onto his feet and grabs him by the back of the pants before hoisting him into the air and dropping back with the Midas Touch straight on top of the steel chair. Hurse bounces head first off the metal and rolls onto his back, his body convulsing with blood gushing from his face. Too Magnificent rises to his feet and spins around to stare out over the crowd with a twisted grin on his face, everyone booing him furiously.

Douglas: This is shocking, absolutely shocking Billy. First SCW invades our program, beats down Hurse, then Too Magnificent turns on his former partner! What else is going to happen here tonight?

Mayne: I don’t know, but I can tell you this much Dan, there’s no way Hurse is going to be able to compete in tonight’s main event.

Hurse lies motionless on the canvas, covered in his own blood while Too Magnificent runs his hand over the surface of his shirt, pointing straight at the Alpha Generation logo upon it and laughing diabolically.


A HASTY ESCAPE


The camera cuts backstage abruptly, straight to none other than Robin Brooks, who is staggering down a backstage corridor. Her shoulder is pressed to a wall as she tries to hold herself up and make her way towards the ring it seems, panic stretched over her face. Blood has dried on her face thanks to the attack by Anarchy and Dementia earlier in the night, but she refuses to allow it to effect her, still using the wall to hold her up as she stumbles onward. She continues towards the ring, stepping away from the exit as she just stepped off the ambulance to come in and help her ULW counterparts. Suddenly her eyes light up as past her rushes none other than Adam Riddick and Jay Gold, both of them moving towards the exit quickly.

Gold: Let’s go, let’s go Adam before they block the exits.

They both briefly stare in the direction of Robin, who is still using the wall to hold herself up but then keep on moving, not caring in the slightest it seems and having no time to waste. They keep on rushing by as another figure charges towards them down the corridor, the one and only Killjoy. The former World Champion rushes towards his SCW brethren as fast as his body will allow before he stops cold in his tracks, staring directly at Robin. Brooks’ jaw hangs open slightly with her eyes filling with tears at the sight of Killjoy, who just glares at her for a moment. The former lovers exchange a very silent, awkward stare, Killjoy seemingly about to say something.

Riddick: Come on Killjoy, come on!

Killjoy takes one last long look at Robin and then rushes off down the corridor after Gold and Riddick. The trio flee through the exit door as a bloody Brooks turns to watch the man she once loved so dearly flee the arena. A single tear storms down her cheek, mixing with her dried blood.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


JERICHO DYLAN VS. SEAN “GENOCIDE” JOHNSON


The camera returns to the arena where a shocked Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas are shown standing behind the announce table, shaking their heads after what just transpired in the ring only a few moments ago. The utter chaos that ensued. The camera switches to EMTs who are gathered at both sides of a very bloodied Hurse, assisting him up the ramp with his arms draped over their shoulders, taking him backstage.

Douglas: My God, I still cannot get over what just went down out here, absolute madness is the only way to describe it Billy.

Mayne: SCW showed up in full force, brutalized Hurse, Too Mag joined the Alpha Generation, I don’t know how we’re going to get this show back on track Dan.

Dan: Well, we have to try Billy.

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 then enters the ring by flipping over the top rope, and from there he goes corner to corner gesturing to himself with his arms, as to say "I'm the best." Half the audience in attendance makes enough noise to let him know that they don’t particularly think so.

Dan: Sean Johnson awaiting his opponent here, having been on a little bit of a run of late.

Billy: He beat Silencer, everyone beats Silencer.

Dan: No, he beat other people before Silencer.

Billy: Name them, name one, and go on.

As Dan is thinking, the PA kicks in once more

"Let me introduce myself
I'm a social disease
I come for your wealth
And leave you on your knees"

[The fans look around, then focus their attention on the ramp. A few small sparkler style explosions are seen, then the big screen lights up. A flash of lightning, then part of a face. Another flash of lightning, then more of the face.]

"No time for feeling sorry
I got here on my own
But I won't ask for mercy
I choose to walk alone"

[A third flash of lightning, then even more of the face is revealed. A fourth flash of lightning and the face turns out to be that of the one and only Jericho Dylan! The fans erupt in a tumult of screams and rise up to greet him. The big screen starts to roll, showcasing highlights of Jericho's storied career. Pyro starts going off, red, white and blue. The colors of the United States of America.]

"Ooh, what's yours is mine
What's mine is mine too
When I shake your hand
You better count your fingers
What if I do get caught?
What if there is no judgement?
If I'm right I lose nothing
If you're right I lose it all
I ought to be caught because
I'm doing something wicked
I'm guilty haunted by my fears
The only consequences are
Dread and the Fugitive Mind!"

At the last word, a billowing white fog engulfs the top of the ramp. When it dies down, there's a man in a cloak standing there. Work roughened hands come up and flip the hood back to reveal the face they've seen on the big screen. At the sight of the Soulveyer's face, the crowd rises to its feet and starts cheering. Jericho salutes the crowd and comes down the ramp, slapping hands and giving hugs. He's got a huge smile on his face... He literally feeds on their energy! Hopping up the stairs, he grins at the crowd, and then catapults himself over the top rope, landing on his feet! Their screams of appreciation don't go unnoticed as he vaults up onto the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms back. The fans scream even louder, if that's possible! At each of the successive turnbuckles, red, white and blue pyro stream out of the other corners. He throws off his cloak and a loud concussive blast of gold pyro brings the lights back up to their usual level. Jericho spins around in a circle, stopping to face the ramp, leaning forward, and hands resting just above his knees.

Dan: Dementia…he beat Dementia

Billy gives Dan a foul look before turning his attention to the ring

Billy: I gotta admit, I pretty much hate both these guys but if I’ve got to choose I’m going with the Genocide on this one.

Dan: This could be one heck of a match, both wrestlers renowned for their high flying prowess.

Billy: Since when?

Dan: Since…the dawning of time.

Billy raises his eyebrows

Billy: Can’t argue…you were probably around then.

Back in the ring Sean Johnson is grinning from ear to ear. Jericho turns and faces Johnson, and raises his arms, getting a massive pop from the crowd.

Dan: Seems the fans have picked their favorite in this one.

Billy: Yeah, because the fans have their own mind. Stop being so naïve Dan, the fans like whoever suits their mood at the time.

Johnson raises his arms and surprisingly gets cheers too, perhaps not as much as Dylan, but appreciation none the less. He nods his head and points out to the crowd and motions for Jericho to tie up with him. Jericho nods himself and tries to take out Johnson’s leg with a sweep but the Genocide see’s it coming and jumps out the way. Johnson then bounces of the ropes and jumps over Jericho before bouncing back with a clothesline attempt which is ducked under. Johnson then hits the ropes again and seeing a Jericho stood ready for him grabs the strands, holding himself back. Johnson smiles and they both tie up, both jostling for position in a test of strength, neither getting the upper hand under Jericho forces Sean back into the turnbuckle, holding him there until the referee comes in and separates them. As Jericho steps back Johnson swings a punch which Dylan swerves out the way of, before remonstrating with the referee who speaks to Johnson, before signaling for the match to continue.

Dan: Good fast paced start to this match, neither man really getting the upper hand.

Billy: If Johnson had connected with that right hand, we would have been picking his teeth off the announce table.

Back in the ring, the two men have locked up again and again struggling for dominance. Again, neither man seems to be getting the advantage when Johnson lifts his knee into the gut of Dylan, knocking the wind from his body. He then swiftly moves behind his opponent and locks in a reverse chin lock, taking Dylan down to the mat. Dylan points to Johnson’s arm, and the referee takes a look, and shakes his head, signaling that nothing is wrong with the move/ So Dylan struggles to his feet, his breath returned and jabs his elbow into Johnson’s stomach, then again, and then one last time causing Johnson to release the hold. Dylan then hits the ropes as Sean hits the deck, Jericho jumping over him, as Jericho returns Johnson this time leapfrogs over him. When Jericho comes back the third time he tries a flying clothesline with Johnson sees coming a mile off, ducking it and leaving Dylan to crash into the canvas hard. Knowing that Johnson would be prowling to take the advantage Jericho jumps to his feet, but being unaware of his surrounding doesn’t see Sean prepping the Titanic Kick. He turns at the right time to receive the full force of one of the Genocide’s trademark moves, but luckily the kick takes him under the ropes and to the outside. Seemingly not concerned, Johnson climbs a turnbuckle and gestures towards Jericho, admiring his handiwork.

Billy: Don’t be posing about it you idiot, bring him back into the ring and hit him with that Tornado thingy.

Dan: You mean Hurricane Johnson?

Billy: That’s the one, Tornado Johnson.

Dan: No, Hurricane Johnson

Billy: That’s what I said…concentrate will you, I’m working here.

Johnson climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and with the referee beginning a count he measures Jericho who is just getting to his feet. As the referee begins threatening him, Johnson launches from the turnbuckle, landing on Dylan’s chest and sending them both crashing over the barricades and into the crowd. Security rush to get around them as both men lay flat out on the arena floor.

Billy: Amazing, high risk move by Johnson may have paid the price though.

Dan: It was fool hardy if you ask me

Billy: No one did.

At ringside it is Johnson who unsurprisingly up on his knees first, a grin still plastered on his face after attempting the high risk leap from the turnbuckle. Johnson grabs Jericho by the scruff of the neck, helping him to his feet before throwing him back over the barricade and once more to the floor. He then jumps up on the barricade and slapping the back of his leg jumps up and hits a leg drop across Jericho’s chest, Dylan rolling around the floor in agony. Johnson gets to his feet once more and almost strutting, walks around his prone opponent, viciously kicking him in the head, and then again, bringing the first boo of the match from this sold out crowd. Johnson though doest seem to hear, preferring to slide into the ring to break up the referee’s count, before sliding back out again and for good measure kicking Jericho one more time, before rubbing his chin, perhaps thinking what to do next. He decides that enough damage has been done at ringside and grabs Jericho by the hair, slinging him back into the ring. Johnson takes his time and walks around the ring, climbing the steps and bending beneath the top strand before lifting his arms. The reaction this time is more heated, with less of the crowd on his side, and beginning to side with Jericho, noticeably getting on the Genocides case.

Dan: The crowd is certainly picking a side now, listen to this reaction Billy.

Billy: Amazing isn’t it how everyone loves a loser, because that’s precisely what Dylan is, a loser.

Johnson walks over to Jericho and grabs his legs, applying a near perfect figure four leg lock, synching it in almost immediately. Jericho howls out in pain and Johnson applies more pressure, calling for the referee to ask for Dylan to submit. But Dylan refuses, and tries to back up towards the ropes. Realizing he can’t, he then tries to reverse the moves, and with this has more success, turning the move so that the pressure is on Johnson, causing him to let go.

Dan: Johnson releasing earlier than he wanted to.

Billy: I’ve heard that’s what all the hookers say about you Dan…you release before you want to. I hear that in some circles they call it premature…

Dan: That’s enough Billy.

Billy: …ejaculation.

Dan squirms at the mere statement and turns his attention back to the ring where Johnson is stretching out his legs, trying to get the feeling back. Dylan crawls towards the ropes and uses them to get to his feet, still unsteady from the aerial assault earlier. Shaking his head he walks towards Johnson and is met by a right, and then another backing him back towards a turnbuckle. When he can go no further Johnson hopes up on the middle strand and hits right, after right, every single punch hitting its target. Finally as he hits the tenth punch, the crowd having counted every one he jumps back down, leaving Jericho slumped on the middle strand. Johnson takes several paces back and then runs forward, launching into a spear but amazingly, Jericho’s grogginess gets the better of himself and he slumps to the canvas, Johnson unluckily hitting the steel of the ring post with his shoulder and both men ending up in a heap in the corner.

Billy: Noooo, the lucky son of a…Johnson had this won and then he flukes out like that. I can’t believe how lucky this guy is.

Dan: That was certainly fortunate, but now Johnson is in a bad way. Jericho though is in no state to take advantage of the situation and is seemingly out of the running for now. What a match this has been thus far. There isn’t much in the way of pure wrestling but its one hell of a fight here on Annihilation.

Johnson gets to his feet first once more, holding his shoulder and rolling his arm in the joint making sure there is no dislocation. Jericho seems to be coming back around and see Johnson holding the shoulder. He points to the weakened joint and nods his head, letting Johnson know the target, calling Johnson to come and get him. Johnson is more than happy to oblige, but is too confident, thinking that Jericho is all but done thanks to the barrage he has had to endure. Jericho’s eyes suddenly widen, and this time it is Jericho landing the haymakers, rocking Johnson on his heels. Johnson suddenly blocks on, and ties Jericho up, going for a suplex, which Jericho blocks. Unperturbed, Sean goes for it again but still Dylan has the strength and presence of mind to see it off. Sean punches Jericho in the gut, trying to weaken him enough but Jericho uses this moment to counter and lifts Johnson in the air in a suplex maneuver of his own, but at the last minute he shifts his weight and Johnson’s body, bring Johnson to the apron with a brutal Brain Buster. Without waiting for a moment he covers up Johnson.

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Thr…NO, Johnson at the very last minute gets his shoulder from the mat, the arena left in shock. Not thinking about it for too long Jericho helps Johnson up, and then rolls him up in a small package

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Again, Johnson kicks out; his body not weakened enough yet to be beaten. Again Jericho helps Sean to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle, Johnson’s body crashing into the post with a sickening thud, causing him to bounce back out of the corner and land at Jericho’s feet. Quick as a flash Jericho climbs the self same turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting Johnson across his fallen body with a Swanton Bomb. Stretching out his back injured in the impact he once more covers Johnson.

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Astonishingly Johnson once again kicks out, leaving Dylan pulling at his hair in frustration. Out of nowhere, Johnson rolls Dylan up in a small package of his own

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Not having the strength to hold the move, Jericho kicks out easily, and seems to have regained his composure. He grabs Johnson arm and pulls in a variant of the crippler cross face, dead centre in the middle of the ring. The referee slides down and immediately begins asking Johnson if he wants to continue. Veins bulging out of his head from the pain, Johnson refuses, the pressure on his body beginning to tell though. Using his other arm he slowly makes his way from the centre of the ring, every ounce of energy he has left used to try and buy his escape. Jericho applies more pressure, but Johnson still stays on the move until finally he is agonizingly inches away from the ropes. He lifts his arm, seemingly going to tap, the pain getting too much for him. The referee lies there poised, just waiting to signal for the bell to ring. But with one final surge Johnson thrust himself forward and grabs onto the bottom strand, the crowd actually appreciating his effort. Jericho lets go and gets to his feet, disbelieving that he hasn’t won this match

Dan: What courage shown there by Sean Johnson. That match looked like it was over, but from somewhere The Genocide found the strength to get to the ropes.

Billy: And these fans are showing their true colors by deciding to cheer now. I tell you Dan, they make me sick more than you do.

Dan: They just appreciate the effort shown by both these men Billy. They pay their money, and this kind of determination is what they expect to see.

Jericho stands there running his fingers through the strands of his hair, wondering what he has to do to get this match won. He helps Johnson to his feet and whips him into the ropes, connecting with a clothesline as he bounces back, taking him off his feet again. Jericho once more covers up Johnson, this time hooking the leg.

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Still unable to find the finish, he waves his arms around his head, signifying another well used move. Locking in Johnson’s legs he spins around and applies pressure in a perfect Sharpshooter, leaving Sean Johnson to cry out in agony. The crowd holds their breath as once more the referee asks the Genocide if he wants to continue. But still, even with all the pressure being applied Johnson will not give up. The packs surges through his body, every single brain cell telling him to give up and fight another day, but Johnson will not. Stuck in the move with nowhere to go, Johnson’s head falls to the apron, the referee moving in and lifting up Johnson’s arm, the crowd chanting as his arm his the mat

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Dan: This is it Billy, Johnson is beaten

He lifts it up for the third time, pointing towards the bell ringer. He pauses for a second before letting the arm go. Just as he is about to point, and with barely millimeters to spare, Johnson keeps his arm from the canvas.

Billy: Wahoo, I told you. Jericho cannot beat Sean Johnson, not matter what he does.

Jericho lets go of the hold, desperation evident on his face. He backs off into a corner and shakes his head, unaware what to do next. Johnson crawls towards the ropes and gets up to a vertical base, visibly swaying, his balance affected badly.

Dan: One big move, that’s all it would need now, well at least I think so. Johnson has proven a lot of folks wrong tonight with his determination and courage, me included.

Jericho, still shaking his head walks over to Johnson and grabs his arm, throwing him towards the ropes. As he bounces off them and unable to defend himself, Jericho spins, and catches Johnson’s temple with as Elbow Smash, Johnson once more crashing to the canvas. Jericho then bends Johnson over grabbing both his arms; he then lifts him and brings Johnson’s face crashing into his knee. With Johnson laying face first on the mat, Jericho places his knees on Sean’s back and grabs Johnson’s neck with one arm and his legs with the other. Leaning backwards, Jericho lifts Johnson in the air before then leaning side ward’s pinning Sean’s shoulders to the mat.

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No, right at the very last minute, a tired but not finished Sean Johnson kicks out.

Dan: This has been a fantastic match Billy.

Billy: I’ve got to say I agree Dan. Yep, that’s right I agree with you.

Jericho picks Johnson up and whips him into the corner, before placing him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up himself and positions himself for the Suplex from the Top rope.

Dan: This is Sin City Billy, he hits this…

Billy: I know, and it’s all over

He raises one arm and the crown goes mad, before leaning backwards, both men crashing to the apron.

Dan: Sin City, Sin city

Billy: Shameless film plug, shameless film plug

Dylan covers up Johnson for the pin

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No, Johnson again kicks out, the crowd in hysterics as to what is happening. This time though Jericho doesn’t fret, and helps Johnson to his feet before taking a couple of steps back. He points at Johnson and then smirks, Johnson’s eyes widening just in time to see the full impact of a Super kick, purposely made to look like Sean Johnson’s own Titanic Kick. He covers the Genocide, this time hooking the leg.

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The crowd erupts as Jericho picks up the win in this fantastic match. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms, basking in the cheers of his fans before jumping down and sliding through the ropes making his way back up the ramp, his eyes totally focuses on the ring, and Sean Johnson. Johnson gets to his feet and points at Jericho, shouting back up the ramp towards him

Sean: This isn’t over Jericho, no way dude.

Dan: Fantastic match here Billy, but it seems Sean isn’t finished with Jericho yet.

Billy: Jericho better make the most of it because somewhere down the line he’s going to have to face Sean Johnson again, and believe me, nobody beats the Genocide twice.

Jericho gazes at Johnson in the ring, both men sweating heavily after the grueling, amazing match when a figure emerges through the curtains behind Mr. Dylan. The fans are screaming as Devin Hawk steps out with a steel pipe in one hand and something balled up in the other. He glares at the back of his former rival with a great deal of intensity.

Douglas: Uh oh, this isn’t good, this isn’t good at all ladies and gentlemen, it looks like Devin Hawk might be out here to get a measure of revenge against Jericho Dylan for what he did to Baine last week.

Mayne: I’ve been waiting to see this, I’ve been waiting so very long for this Dan, and now we’re finally about to witness it, hahahaha!

Jericho turns around as if he feels the presence of Devin, the entire crowd standing and watching closely, wondering what Hawk is going to do next. Suddenly Devin grins though at Jericho and throws the bundled up object right into his arms. Dylan catches it with a confused expression on his face before he smirks deviously as well. He now unravels the object and puts it on himself, revealing it to be an Alpha Generation t-shirt. Everyone begins booing furiously as Jericho drapes the shirt over his frame and turns so that everyone can see it, Devin stepping up behind him and patting Dylan on his shoulders.

Douglas: Not again! Jericho Dylan has now joined the Alpha Generation just like Too Magnificent a few moments ago. What is going on here tonight!?!

Mayne: Hahaha, this is great, another addition to the Alpha Generation, Jackson’s group is going to be unstoppable, hahahaha.

Dan: So many crazy moments, and we’ve got one more match left.

Jericho points at his Alpha Generation t-shirt proudly while Hawk rubs his shoulders and grins widely.


AN OFFER YOU CAN’T REFUSE


A monitor is positioned upon a TV stand backstage, as the camera pans out a bit to reveal none other than Jackson Adams watching it. His forearm is draped over top of the monitor which he watches proudly, dressed for in ring competition and wearing a giant smile on his face. He seems proud of what is taking place on the screen as the camera turns to see from his perspective, looking over the same shoulder he has the Livewire title belt clinging to. Upon the screen are images of Jericho and Devin standing on the stage, in their Alpha Generation t-shirts. A chuckle escapes Adams, a very confident one as he adjusts his Livewire title and now turns away from the monitor, about to make his way towards the ring. Suddenly he finds himself face to face with none other than Isaac Saine. The fans on the inside of the arena explode into a mixed reaction as Jackson’s jaw drops while gazing into the masked features of the Psychotic One. A noticeable gulp forms in his throat while the jagged mask covered face of Isaac is most likely contorted with intensity at the sight of Adams, the Anarchy title clinging tightly around his waist.

Adams: Well, hello there Isaac, how can I help you pal?

Jackson slaps Isaac on the shoulder when he pushes the hand away sharply. He’s fuming passionately in anger as he steps up closer to Adams.

Isaac: I’m not your fucking pal, Adams. I just came back here to tell you that if you cross me tonight, if you pull any shit, I won’t hesitate to knock your ugly ass face off your shoulders and leaving you lying in a puddle of blood yet again.

Adams puts his hands up and tries to smirk confidently.

Adams: Isaac, Isaac, calm down bud, and listen. I fully plan on working as a team out there tonight to get the job done. But, to be honest, every team needs a captain, and I’m going to be that captain Isaac. So what I say out there, goes.

Isaac snickers beneath his mask before responding harshly and ominously.

Saine: And what if I don’t want to play by your damn rules tonight? What are you going to do about it?

Jackson bends over backwards as Isaac gets within a few inches of him, breathing like a seething dragon.

Jackson: You know, I thought you might not be too receptive to following orders tonight, especially since you’ve got nothing to gain now with Hurse being taken out of the match thanks to that little SCW assault....

Saine: You mean you sending Too Magnificent out there to brutalize him right?

Adams smirks while he shakes his head and keeps his hand up, opening his palm towards Isaac.

Adams: That’s a story for another time Isaac. But as I was about to say before you interrupted me so rudely. If you fail to follow orders tonight, I’m afraid you’ll be removing yourself from Livewire contention.

With angst Isaac retracts his head and tilts it in disbelief.

Jackson: That’s right Isaac, if you fail to follow even one of my orders tonight, you’ll be stripped of your Livewire title shot. So have fun out there tonight, would you?

Adams chuckles as he pats Isaac on the shoulder and marches around him. Saine turns to watch him leave with great doubt surrounding him, lowering his head rather slowly now, realizing that he has got himself in a rock in a hard place now. He begins to shake his head now as he steps out of the dressing room into the corridor, Adams already having vanished throughout the process. He keeps his head lowered still while shaking his head, the light above reflecting from the metal surface of his neck. Suddenly Aurora Rose steps with a smile into the camera’s frame.

Aurora: Hey Isaac, how’s it going?

Saine looks up at the ceiling and rolls his eyes while taking an exasperated breath, Aurora remaining at his side with a grin as she looks down at the belt around his waist.

Rose: Your belt sure does look nice and polished tonight, and it will look good with the Livewire title accompanying it too, right?

Isaac shakes with anger now as he turns towards Aurora sharply.

Isaac: Do you ever say the right thing!?!

With anger Saine turns and punches the wall at his side with the side of his fist and then marches off. Aurora is left with a doubtful expression on her face, lifting her hands to her lips slowly, which quiver.


COMMERCIAL BREAK


LIVE ON PAY-PER-VIEW NOVEMBER 19TH


DESOLATION & ORLANDO CRUZE & HURSE VS. JACKSON ADAMS & DEVIN HAWK & ISAAC SAINE
6 PERSON PICK YOUR PARTNER TAG

The light's Dim Down and a Red spot light circles the stage...

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

Violence Fetish by Disturbed blares out over the arena to the huge ovation from the fan's Many shot's of Bloddied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnifcent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Deamonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes, the Anarchy title wrapped around his waist... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares into the center of the ring... The official steps in, asking him to remove his title as Isaac shakes his head and refuses to do so, demanding to keep it around his waist. Official Ingelson steps back and shrugs his shoulders.

Dan Douglas: And we’re ready for tonight’s main event ladies and gentlemen at the conclusion of what has been an absolutely insane night. I can tell you this much, I’ve never seen such insanity, as we’ve seen tonight.

Billy Mayne: And this main event is about to make things a whole lot more crazy as we’re going to see a definitive 3 on 2 advantage take place now with Hurse taken out of the main event due to the beating he received at the hands of SCW and Too Magnificent.

Dan: That definitely negates the purpose of having Isaac in this match, but Jackson still wants to use him and control him in order to get that advantage over his opposition.

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 with the Livewire title around his waist. Devin Hawk is at his side, with a very intense expression on his features. Adams slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is, while Devin makes some threatening motions to them as well, repulsed by their reaction. Adams reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal, all the while holding the Livewire title above his head and showing off his Alpha Generation t-shirt. Devin marches onto the apron as well before stepping over the cables into his t-shirt as well, growling almost at the sight of Isaac Saine. Isaac eyes both men carefully in a repulsed state.

Douglas: Isaac Saine obviously doesn’t look very happy about being teamed with the Alpha Generation tonight Billy.

Mayne: He should be, because perhaps being teamed with winners will finally get him the win he’s always craved over some main event level contenders.

Dan: Isaac needs no one to carry him to a win, he’s been a phenomenal athlete since day one.

Adams steps towards Isaac immediately and begins shouting instructions while Devin nods in a threatening manner. Isaac rolls his eyes and shakes his head, taking the verbal abuse from JA 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. Orlando marches towards the ring and jumps onto the apron as the official keeps Jackson, Devin and Isaac held back away from Cruze, Ingelson making sure there is no commotion before the start of this match.

Douglas: Well, Adams’ team has still definitely got their work cut out for them, they were facing three former World Champions, but now they’re facing two, which is almost equally as deadly.

Mayne: Desolation and Orlando Cruze do make quite the duo, if they can set aside their comedy routines for a moment and actually produce a worthwhile match that isn’t utterly stagnant.

Dan: The only thing stagnant around here Billy is your commentating abilities.

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.

Dan: And the World Champion is in the house ladies and gentlemen, but sadly with no Optimus Prime in tow. Boy does he ever look apathetic though about this impending match.

Mayne: Somebody light a Bunsen burner under this man’s ass and get his head out of the way as well, because the last thing he should be doing is, coming into this match unmotivated! This is going to be quite the challenge for himself and Orlando, with this now turning into a handicap match, so he better be ready for what Adams, Hawk, and Saine bring to the table.

Douglas: Judging from the dimensions of Isaac, I’d say there would be nothing left on the table.

The fans begin to clap, putting their hands together as they wait for this big 6 person tag to get initiated. Several of them look on in doubt though, with the numbers game obviously in the favor of Jackson Adams’ team, with Hurse sidelined earlier in the evening due to the SCW attack. Nevertheless, Orlando steps forward for his team as does Jackson Adams, both men glaring at one another suspiciously, wondering what the other is going to do. The bell begins to sound finally as they move towards one another, extending their arms outward and locking up to the excitement of the fans. Both men jockey for positioning in the collar elbow tie for a second before Cruze bends forward and swings around under the arm of Adams. He gets to his side and then chops Jackson brutally across the chest, causing him to stagger backwards while shouting out in pain. Orlando steps forward and chops him again across the chest, the crowd screaming as Jackson is backed up due to the blows. Cruze grabs his wrist again and swings around under it once more, placing him in the arm ringer submission. He changes that up into the hammerlock now though, really applying it. Adams bends forward only for Cruze to catch him around the neck, placing him in the side headlock submission, holding it on tightly.

Adams slugs Orlando to the spine with a forearm, and then does it once again, trying to free himself from the submission. He reaches out with his legs now and wraps them around Cruze’s. He drops to his side, drop toe holding Orlando face first into the canvas and out of the side headlock. Cruze hits the canvas hard while Jackson gets onto his knees and then dives forward. He lands at the side of Orlando’s head and reaches down with his arms, wrapping them around the neck of the Icon, placing him in the same submission he was in just a few moments ago. Devin claps on the apron before he raises his hand to high five Isaac, who just gives him a cold glare. Hawk slowly lowers his hand in confusion while the crowd laughs loudly. Jackson tries his best to hold onto the sideheadlock but Orlando pushes himself up onto his knees, refusing to stay down. He suddenly scoots in reverse, pulling his head free from the arms of Adams, who was forced to rise to his knees as well. He moves forward while grabbing his arm, trying to pull it between his knees and set up for the crossface out of nowhere. The crowd is going nuts as Jackson immediately begins to scramble sideways across the canvas, directly into the ropes, reaching out with his arm and placing it over the bottom rope. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of this while the official steps in and starts a five count, forcing Orlando to break up his attempt at the crossface.

Douglas: Orlando almost got his version of the crossface locked in on Adams in the early goings of this handicap match.

Mayne: But as you just saw, Adams had that move well scouted.

Adams continues to hold onto the rope as Orlando stands up and is backed away from the Livewire Champion by the official. Cruze shakes his head and finally steps around the referee, right into Jackson, who violently rakes his eyes. Cruze turns away from him, holding his eyes as a result when Jackson rushes up behind him and takes a hold of the back of his head. He charges him straight at one of the turnbuckles and bashes him face first off the top one. The collision causes Orlando to stumble backwards before Jackson bounces off the cables in front of him and comes back in with a lariat. He throws it when Orlando steps around behind his arm, catching it and trying to force him down into the crossface yet again. The fans erupt into cheers, everyone going nuts at the sight of this.

In desperation, Adams dives forward and turns as he gets onto his knees, grabbing the back of Orlando’s ankles and lifting them into the air as he faces the Icon. Cruze crashes onto his back as Jackson stands up and holds onto his legs, going for some type of submission only for Orlando to bury his feet into his gut and push him off. Jackson crashes into the canvas across his back and then rolls over onto his knees, standing up quickly. Orlando does as well as both men rush at one another rather quickly, Cruze bending forward and sliding around behind the back of Adams immediately as he wraps his arms around his waist. He holds him in the reverse waist lock, setting up for a German perhaps when Jackson rushes forward into the cables, dragging the Icon with him. As Adams hits the ropes, Orlando falls back into a roll, trying to pull him over into a pinning predicament. He is unable to do so however, and instead rolls straight over in reverse onto his feet, standing up when Jackson grabs the top cable and springs up onto it. He then flies off and turns in mid-air, catching a bent forward Cruze around the waist and rolling him up into a sunset flip. Orlando rolls out of it immediately though, getting straight onto his feet as Jackson turns onto his side, trying to get up. Cruze dives forward though and catches him around the neck and head, pulling him over sideways into the California roll pin.

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Adams kicks out, falling over onto his knees as Cruze grabs him by the wrist thoughout the process and stands up quickly. He steps forward, swinging arounder the arm and holding onto it as he slows things down immediately with the arm ringer submission. Jackson tries to counter out of it though by rolling forward across the canvas and getting onto his feet before he steps forward towards the ropes and jumps into the air. He lands across the back of his legs upon the top rope and flips over in reverse straight onto his feet in front of the Icon. He pulls Orlando forward with the arm that Cruze is gripping then jumps into the air, burying his feet to the gut of the Icon. He reaches out, wrapping his hands around the back of Orlando’s head and trying to monkey flip him. Orlando cartwheels out of the monkey flip though, straight onto his feet as Adams turns to glare at him, the fans going nuts as the two have a staredown.

Douglas: What a great series of transitions there between Jackson Adams and Orlando Cruze. These two just countering everything the other person throws at them. Both men having one another clearly scouted.

Mayne: Adams, scouting someone? There’s no need for something like that when you’re a wrestling machine like Jackson.

Jackson and Orlando both glare at one another for a moment, waiting for the other to strike before Adams begins to approach the Icon, calling for a tie up. He stops abruptly though and steps towards Isaac, slapping his chest, tagging him into the match to a loud reaction, consisting of both cheers and boos. Adams demands Isaac enter the ring before sliding through the ropes while Saine enters. He keeps his eyes locked on Adams, who is standing on the apron and pointing straight at him, demanding he face Cruze. Orlando waits patiently, eyes locked with a sharp focus upon JA on the outside of the ring before Isaac turns around and begins to step towards him. Cruze holds his palms out in front of himself though and then points over at Desolation, the crowd cheering loudly, obviously wanting to see him get tagged into this match. Desolation glances around and then points at himself, mouthing the word, “me?” The crowd continues to put together a loud reaction as Orlando shrugs his shoulders and steps in, slapping the hand of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Douglas: And now Desolation is in there against Isaac Saine, these two strangers to one another in the ring. I don’t think we’ve ever seen them face off before.

Mayne: This will certainly be interesting then. But Isaac better not embarrass his team.

Douglas: He shouldn’t have to be part of this damn team, Jackson is forcing him to work with them.

The crowd is putting their hands together still as Desolation looks Isaac up and down, Saine doing the same to the World Champion. They seem to be sizing one another up before they finally step forward and lock up immediately in a collar elbow tie. Desolation swings around immediately under the arm of Saine and gets behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist. He holds him in a reverse waist lock before Isaac grabs one of the wrists that are holding him around the mid-section. He begins to pull it away from his waist, trying his best to pry the arms apart. Once he’s done so, he turns and immediately swings around under the arm, placing him in the arm ringer. He then pulls Desolation forward into his arm, wrapping it around his neck with a side headlock submission. Desolation can be seen yawning throughout the process before Isaac falls to his side, pulling the Dark Man over into a side headlock takedown. Desolation ends up on his back with Isaac holding onto the side headlock with his back pressed to the Champion’s chest. Quickly, the Dark Man lifts one of his hands into the air though and chops Isaac to the back of his neck, causing him to stick out one of his arms and break the hold. He reaches up with his legs now and locks them around that arm, before rolling away from Saine. He breaks out of the sideheadlock in the process and hooks his other arm, pulling him down into a crucifix pinning predicament.

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Isaac kicks out and floats over onto his knees before Desolation turns out of the crucifix, straight into the front gantry submission hold. A few claps can be heard from the crowd while Isaac begins to force himself upwards, trying to get himself out of the hold. As both men get onto their feet, Isaac spins around out of the front gantry, grabbing the arm of Desolation throughout the process and pulling him forward into a short arm clothesline. Desolation ducks under it though and gets behind the back of Isaac, before slapping him on the noggin once. The crowd begins to cheer as Desolation steps back with a grin on his face, Isaac now throwing a back elbow that the Dark Man ducks under once again. He gets in front of Isaac and begins to slap both sides of his masked face playfully as Saine seems to be growing in frustration. He lifts his boot into the air now when Desolation drops down and baseballs slides under it, getting behind the back Isaac once more and yelling “hey!!” The fans cheer loudly while Isaac stomps his foot in frustration that he can’t get his hands on the illusive Desolation.

Mayne: What the fuck, did Desolation become Claudio Castagnolli all of a sudden?

Douglas: Hahaha, Desolation moving a bit quicker than Isaac here, constantly getting around his hard hitting, stiff arsenal.

Isaac spins around and begins to point and shout into the face of Desolation, who just keeps his arms in the air with a grin on his face. He begins to rant at him before he throws a quick forearm strike that Desolation ducks out of the way of and catches his arm with a hook throughout the process. He pushes it away and causes Isaac to go into a spin, before Desolation grabs his shoulder and spins him around again, then spins him again, and again, and again. He finally steps back as Isaac spins all the way around for like a fifth time and then stops, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He begins to stagger around in a very dizzy state before Desolation kicks him to the gut and steps forward, locking his head in the neck cravat. The crowd puts their hands together as Desolation holds the very dizzy Saine in the hold, really twisting at his neck violently.

Desolation really twists at the head of Isaac who seems flustered before he spins around out of it, getting behind the back of the World Champion. He grabs the arms of Desolation in the process and wraps them around the Champion’s neck, placing him in the cobra clutch, setting up for the Psychotic Episode to a huge reaction from the crowd. Desolation reaches back with his leg, locking it around Isaac’s though and then spinning around behind the back of the Psychotic One. He wraps his arms around his mid-section once again, and drops back into a reverse roll. He pulls Isaac over backwards onto his spine with Desolation seated on the back of his thighs, holding him down in a pinning predicament.

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Isaac kicks out as Desolation stands up, Saine rolling over onto his knees though behind the World Champion. He grabs the ankles of Desolation and pulls them up, causing the Dark Man to tumble forward onto the canvas before Saine rolls forward to his side. He grabs his arm and lifts it up, immediately placing it in the fujiwara. Desolation begins to yell out in pain as Isaac really holds onto the submission with all of his strength. Desolation forces himself up onto his feet throughout the process when Isaac breaks the hold suddenly and swings around the arm of the Dark Man. He then places him in the arm ringer before folding it over backwards into the top wrist lock. The fans have a mixed reaction at he sight of Isaac getting the better of Desolation’s arm, who gripes from the pain that it is causing him. He shouts out now to referee Ingelson, stating that he might be ready to tap out, and forcing the ref to step close. Desolation reaches out with his free hand and grabs the hair of Ingelson, using it as a brace to flip over backwards and out of the top wrist lock. Ingelson rubs at his head in shock as Desolation lands on his feet in front of Isaac, who is still holding onto his wrist. However, as soon as his feet are planted, Isaac pulls him forward into a brutal lariat. The collision takes Desolation out of his boots almost, causing him to crash across his back upon the canvas. The fans groan at the extreme impact of the lariat as Isaac stands up, shaking his arm several times as he backs away from the World Champion. Devin reaches over the ropes and slaps the shoulder of Isaac now, tagging himself into the match as he slides through the ropes into the ring. Isaac spins around, glaring at Devin in outrage as Hawk points at the turnbuckle, telling him to get his ass out of the ring or lose his Livewire title shot. Saine just shivers from anger as he glares at Devin.

Mayne: That’s right Isaac, play by the damn rules or lose your title shot!

Douglas: This is bullshit, Isaac does the work by taking down Desolation with that sickening lariat, and now Devin is going to come in and pick up the pieces.

Desolation is still down as he turns onto his side, Orlando now having grabbed a white towel from the time keeper and sticking his upper body through the top and middle rope. He begins to wave the towel at Desolation, trying to fan him off as the crowd laughs loudly. Desolation turns onto his elbows and knees, trying to stand up when Devin bounces off the cables at his side and comes back, delivering a sharp boot shot to the side of his head. Desolation stands up and turns in a semi circle with his back facing Hawk, who catches him around the neck and drops into a hard reverse neckbreaker. Desolation crashes across his back as Devin completes the series of chain moves. Hawk scrambles into the cover quickly, hooking Desolation’s leg.

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Desolation kicks out, the Champ turning onto his seat in a dazed state when Devin scoots up behind him and locks his arms around his neck. He places him in the sleeper with both arms tightly wrapped about the head of Desolation, who is grounded for the time being. The Dark Man begins to force his way upwards though, getting to his feet while still in the sleeper before he bends forward slightly and turns his side towards Hawk. He lifts his foot and connects with a buzzsaw kick to the side of Hawk’s knee, causing him to break the sleeper and hop on one foot from the pain. Desolation now chops him viciously across the chest, causing him to stagger backwards into the cables. Desolation steps in, grabbing him by the wrist before whipping him across the ring. Devin turns around out of it though and instead pulls Desolation forward straight into his shoulders, standing up as he holds him in the fireman’s carry. The crowd reacts with dismay, realizing that Devin is about to hit something big here when Desolation suddenly pushes himself up out of it, so that he is seated on the shoulders of Hawk. He is behind his head as he reaches down and grabs the ears of Devin, pulling up on them as Hawk begins to giddy up and rush forward. The fans put their hands together and laugh as Desolation rides on top of Devin’s shoulders, right over to Orlando, who reaches out and slaps the hand of Desolation as he passes, tagging himself in.

Mayne: So first Desolation thinks he’s Claudio, now he’s acting like fucking Roy Rodgers for crying out loud.

Douglas: Hahahaha.

Billy: What’s so funny Dan, thinking about the size of your penis?

Desolation continues to pull on Devin’s ears like they were reigns before he finally slides off the shoulders of Hawk. He drops onto his feet behind Devin then drops to all fours as Hawk turns around, Orlando bolting across the ring and stepping off Desolation’s back. He launches himself forward into a lariat to the throat of Devin, knocking him out of his boots and straight down to the canvas. The crowd reacts with cheers at the sight of this as Desolation stands up and claps and walks bo legged towards the corner, as if suffering from saddle soreness. Orlando stands up and steps towards Devin, grabbing him around the head, rolling him onto his knees and pulling him to his feet before throwing a fist into his face, and then following it up with another strike to his chin. Devin staggers backwards with each blow to his skull before Orlando turns around and bolts across the ring, straight into the ropes, bouncing off the cables and coming back in. Hawk rushes forward though and catches him with a deep knee to the gut, causing Cruze to flip over and crash onto his back. He wraps his arms around his mid-section while sitting up on the canvas, Devin rushing into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in with a knee straight to the face of Orlando, knocking him onto his back as the ground groans the absolute viciousness of the impact.

Devin rushes into the cables at the side of Orlando and bounces off the ropes now, coming back in before he jumps into the air. He pumps his body into the fetal position in mid-air and then comes out with an agile elbow drop to the chest of the Icon. Orlando wraps his arms around his sternum from the impact as Devin gets to his feet and steps towards Jackson, who looks very eager to enter the match. He reaches out and slaps his hand while Orlando rolls onto his knees, trying to stand up. Hawk moves towards Cruze and grabs him by the arm, forcing him up onto his feet and then swinging around under it as places him in the arm wringer. He pulls him to his feet throughout the process of Adams climbing to the top rope and now diving off with a double axehandle to the exposed arm of Cruze. Orlando shouts out in pain as he flails his arm and turns away from Adams, who rushes up behind Cruze, grabbing him by the back of the head and then rushing him straight at the turnbuckle. He throws Cruze through and directly into the exposed post, his shoulder smacking it violently. Orlando grinds his teeth as Adams grabs the back of Orlando’s trunks and pulls him backwards, folding his arm behind his back in the process and burying his shoulder into his spine. He pins the arm of Orlando behind his back before lifting him into the air and back suplexing him directly on top of it. Orlando shouts out in pain as he sits up now, gripping at his arm in tremendous pain.

Adams gives him little time to rest though as he grabs the damaged arm and drags him to his feet by it, pulling him towards the enemy corner and sticking his hand out for a tag. Isaac glares at him from the corner, realizing JA wants him in there before he sighs and slaps Adams’ hand, sliding through the ropes into the ring. Jackson extends the arm of Orlando out and demands that Isaac strike it as Saine contemplates what he should do for a moment. He now just lifts his arms into the air and delivers a double axehandle directly into the bicep of Orlando, who shouts in pain as he turns away from Isaac.

Mayne: Ha, this is great, these guys are working as a well oiled machine, going right to work on that battered arm of Orlando, and Isaac is following orders for a change.

Douglas: He really wants that Livewire title shot Billy, he’s become obsessed with gold lately, and will do anything in order to hold it.

Saine steps in and grabs the arm of Orlando now, pulling him towards the cables and sticking it over the top rope. He now pulls on his wrist under the top cable, dragging his bicep to it on the other side of the rope. Cruze yells in pain as he’s held in almost a hammerlock around the top rope, the referee stepping in and starting a five count. Isaac breaks the hold quickly but keeps a hold of Cruze’s arm, using it to whip Orlando across the ring. The Icon bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back in at Isaac, who charges forward and catches him with a back elbow straight to the face, taking him off his feet and down hard to the canvas. Orlando crashes onto his back as Isaac drops to his side immediately, grabbing his arm and folding it over backwards into the top wrist lock as both men remain spread out across the canvas. The crowd finds itself supporting Orlando, putting their hands together as they stand up and beg for him to get up. The Icon refuses to stay grounded on the canvas, beginning to sit up when Isaac gets to his knees at his side, still holding onto the top wrist lock. He changes it up though and immediately steps over the back of Orlando, folding his arm up behind the head of Cruze now, bending it at a sickening angle. He sticks his leg out and places it around the front of Orlando’s other arm as well, locking them both up as he continues to stand behind him.

Orlando grinds his teeth and tries to free himself while Desolation drops to the outside of the ring and rushes up to one of the fans. He reaches over the barricade and grabs an old lady’s hands, beginning to clap them together and demanding she stomp her foot. The old lass does as Desolation forces the people around her too as well, before finally the whole arena is trying to pump up Orlando to free himself from his hold. The motivation seems to be working as the Icon is forcing his way upwards, trying to get out of this submission locked in by Cruze to the absolute best of his abilities. He finally plants his knee beneath him and frees one of his arms with Isaac still behind him, still holding onto the submission. Cruze will not relent though as he finally gets to his feet, without warning, Isaac spins him around though and catches his arm across his chest, dropping back into the cross arm breaker. Orlando’s arm bounces hard off the chest of Isaac as he falls onto his back, yelling in agony as Saine gets to his knees and stares at Devin, who is demanding a tag into this match. He stands up and approaches him, slapping his hand and bringing him into this match with the crowd immediately hissing at him when he puts one foot in the ring.

Devin stares at the fans for a second before shouting something out at them.

Devin: Grow up!

More boos come from the fans as a result of this demand as Orlando has pushed himself up onto his knees, still cradling his arm. Devin steps in and refuses to let him recuperate whatsoever, bending forward and grabbing his arm as he thrusts it over his shoulder. He clamps both massive hands around his shoulder now, digging his fingers into it and squeezing the injured area brutally. The Icon flashes his teeth and opens his eyes widely, trying to fight through this as he begins to will his way upwards onto his feet, Hawk still holding onto the submission, pushing down on his shoulder while forcing his arm upwards. The Icon is full of sweat as he begins to shake his head, refusing to five into the pressure of the submission before Devin whips him around with the hold. He throws Cruze straight back first into the enemy corner, Orlando cradling his arm throughout the process when Devin bolts forward. The Icon shoots his foot up straight into the face of Hawk, the impact sounding loud as Hawk begins to back up in a dazed state, Orlando beginning to get back some of his momentum. He clinches the fist of his injured arm now and begins to step forward, about to strike the dazed Devin when Jackson grabs his arm from the apron. He now pulls Orlando towards him and drops off the apron, pulling the arm down hard into the top rope as Cruze yells out in pain and turns towards Devin who rushes forward and plants his face with a hard big boot, taking him right down to the canvas.

Douglas: Dammit, this numbers game is becoming too much for Orlando and Desolation. It seems like anytime Cruze starts to build some momentum it’s shut down by the Alpha Generation, and Isaac Saine.

Mayne: That’s what they’re suppose to do Dan, are you going to fault them for using their numbers game to their advantage? It’s not like they put Hurse out of action tonight, it was thanks to SCW.

Dan: You saw what Too Magnificent did to him after that beat down, you can’t tell me the Alpha Generation didn’t have something to do with that. And yes, I will fault them for using underhanded tactics in this match.

Orlando remains on the canvas as Devin turns and falls on top of him, going for the cover quickly as he buries his forearm into this throat.

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Cruze kicks out, still gripping his arm throughout the process. Hawk gets to his feet quickly and stomps down at the arm of Orlando violently, causing him to shout out in pain before stepping towards an eager Adams, who is demanding he get the tag. Hawk steps towards JA, slapping the hand of the Livewire Champion before turning back towards Orlando and grabbing his arm. He steps it out over the canvas and then puts his foot on his wrist, holding it down as Adams rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off. He comes charging back in and jumps into the air, delivering a knee drop into the bicep of Orlando, who begins to shout out in tremendous anguish as he rolls onto his back. He wraps his hand around his arm and kicks his legs, continuing to find tremendous pressure, tremendous pain all through it. Devin steps towards the ropes and slides through them onto the apron as Jackson grabs the wrist of Cruze now and rolls him onto his knees, elevating his arm into the air. He throws a forearm down his bicep rather sharply as Orlando retracts his arm to his chest.

JA steps to his side and dropkicks him to the shoulder now, causing him to fall over onto his back, rolling across the canvas as Adams gets to his feet and steps towards the Icon methodically. Orlando gets to his seat, really gripping at his arm in tremendous pain as Jackson slaps him across the back of the head, bending forward to shout into his face.

Jackson: You want to oppose the Alpha Generation now, huh? You stupid bitch!

Adams slaps Orlando across the back of his head once more and now grabs him by the wrist, beginning to force him up to his feet by his injured arm. Once Orlando gets up, Jackson drives his elbow down into the bicep of Cruze again, causing the Icon to shout out in pain as he’s pushed back first against the ropes. Adams now whips him across the ring when Orlando suddenly puts the breaks on it and turns towards JA, pulling the shocked Livewire Champion forward with his injured arm, straight into his shoulder. He lifts Jackson into the air and swings around into a powerful seated spinebuster, Adams landing between the legs of Cruze upon the canvas. JA arches his back from the canvas and roars in pain while Orlando grips his arm and rolls away from his opposition. He painstakingly begins to crawl in the direction of Desolation, who is standing on the apron once again and sticking his hand out for the tag. The World Champion almost seems desperate to get in their as Orlando cradles his arm and tries to push himself onward in the direction of his tag team partner. With every inch of his body most likely killing him, Cruze progresses onward, getting closer and closer to his partner as Desolation hops up and down, slapping his hands together to further motivate the Icon.

Douglas: Orlando has the chance to make the tag here, but can he do it after all the damage that has been done to him in there against Isaac Saine and the Alpha Generation?

Mayne: Let’s hope not, if there’s one thing worse than having the Overrated Icon in there, it’s having this fraud of a World Champion in the ring.

Dan: Billy, stop letting your kids write your material.

Jackson begins to get onto his elbows and knees throughout the process as Orlando finally begins to reach out for the tag. Suddenly, to boos from the fans, Devin Hawk grabs the ankle of Orlando, beginning to pull him backwards and away from Desolation. The crowd finds themselves screaming with outrage at the sight of this as Orlando begins to hop up and down on one foot, dragged up to a standing base by the tugging Devin. Cruze turns to face Hawk now, who pushes the boot of Orlando away, sending him into a spin as he turns to face Devin now. As soon as he does, the Nightmare rushes forward, going for the lariat. Orlando ducks it though, getting behind the back of Devin, who spins around to face him and goes for another running lariat. Cruze drops into a forward roll under it, straight into Desolation as he slaps his hand, the crowd going absolutely nuts as the Dark Man gets the tag into this match.

Dan: Desolation got the tag!

Mayne: There goes the fun.

Douglas: And here comes some pain for the Alpha Generation!

Adams has stood up and joined Devin, the referee powerless to get Hawk out as Desolation slides through the ropes and rushes forward only to immediately be caught with a double boot to the gut by the Alpha Generation. Desolation bends forward, grabbing his mid-section when Adams and Devin both rush into the cables at opposite sides of the Dark Man. As Devin comes in though, Desolation stands up and jumps high into the air, connecting with the leg lariat straight to his throat. The crowd erupts at the sight of this as Devin is knocked to the canvas hard, Desolation rolling onto his knees and then standing up on his head. He flips off of it onto his feet right as Jackson comes in, catching him with a lariat to the throat throughout the process. Adams rolls over immediately and rises to his feet when Desolation bounces off the cables and comes back in before jumping into the air and unleashing a roar. He hits an absolutely sickening, stiff front dropkick to the chest of Adams, that sends him almost flipping over backwards. He crashes across the canvas across the back of his head as the fans cheer the almost Low Ki like dropkick from Desolation, who rises to his feet. The Champion is on fire when he turns right into Devin, who catches him with both hands around his throat now, taking the wind out of the sails of the fans. A demented Hawk, throws Desolation up into the air now for the double handed chokeslam it seems when the Champion counters. He catches Devin around the neck and drops back into a brutal DDT that causes Hawk to stand on top of his head. He flips over now, crashing across his back upon the canvas.

Desolation nips right back up onto his feet now and sticks his arms out to his sides as he looks out over the crowd, which is going nuts over his offensive flurry against the Alpha Generation. Before he has time to celebrate though, Isaac rushes into the ring and catches him around the neck from behind. He locks his arms around his throat and drops back into the Psychotic Episode, Desolation landing across the back of his head and then flipping over onto his knees. A dazed glint befalls his face before he tumbles onto his back, Isaac getting to his feet and receiving a mixed reaction.

Dan: The World Champion entered this match on fire, but he has been extinguished by that Psychotic Episode by Isaac.

Mayne: Saine doing what has always been in his job description, protecting the better wrestlers.

Desolation grips the back of his neck before Isaac grabs Adams by the wrist, who is out of it, dragging him towards their corner. He slides through the ropes and then reaches over the ropes, slapping the hand of the out cold Jackson and then climbing the turnbuckle. Desolation is prone in the center of the ring as Isaac gets to the top rope and now flies off, soaring through the air and delivering a huge headbunt, metal mask first directly into the chest of the World Champion. The crowd has a loud mixed reaction at the sight of this while Desolation goes into convulsions upon the canvas after the vicious collision from the mask. Isaac crawls into the cover quickly, hooking his leg but referee Ingelson has his back turned to the pinfall, trying to force Devin out of the ring. Orlando now slides through the ropes and tries to step in to break the pinfall when Ingelson turns to face him, cutting off his intended path and trying to get him out of the squared circle as well.

Isaac is looking flustered as he slaps the canvas and keeps Desolation’s leg hooked when suddenly Jackson steps in and grabs the hair of Saine. He pulls him up off the pinfall and onto his feet by the hair, as Isaac glares at him through the slits of the mask in absolute shock and pure rage. Jackson slaps the chest of Isaac and tells him to get the hell out of the ring while at the same time, gripping his sternum from that sickening front dropkick. The crowd is booing loudly as Isaac tilts his head, getting a better perspective of the man who is bossing him around, Adams clearly wanting to pin the World Champion himself.

Jackson: I said get the hell out of the ring Isaac, or you lose your fucking title shot!

Adams steps up into the face of Isaac, getting nose to nose with him while glaring sternly into his eyes. Neither man is backing down though as Isaac begins to contemplate it, Desolation stirring throughout the process. Finally Isaac nods his head and begins to approach his corner, the fans booing harshly at the sight of this and the pain ridden Adams grinning maniacally.

Mayne: That’s right Isaac, follow orders, hahahaha, get your bitchass back on the apron and allow Adams to get a win over the Champion that he deserves.

Douglas: This is sickening, worse than any film staring Dwayne Johnson.

Jackson continues to chuckle as he turns towards Desolation, who has gotten onto his knees throughout the process, trying to will his way upwards. Suddenly Adams is grabbed by the shoulder and spun around though, right into a shot from the Anarchy Championship directly between the eyes. The fans erupt into a huge wave of cheers now as Isaac glares down at Jackson, spitting at him through the mask with his title belt in hand, having removed it from his waist. The entire arena is standing and putting their hands together as Adams lies on the canvas, completely motionless after the shot from the strap. Desolation glares at him as Isaac turns to stare at the Dark Man, nodding his head and then moving towards the ropes, sliding through them onto the apron.

Mayne: What, no!! Isaac just laid out Jackson Adams? Has he lost his ever loving mind!?! He just threw away his Livewire title opportunity!

Douglas: Isaac finally doing the right thing and putting this egotistical son of a bitch Jackson Adams in his place, it’s about damn time!

Billy: Are you a sadist, he might have just fucked over his own team!

Isaac remains on the apron as he glares into the ring at the down Adams, before finally shaking his head and dropping onto the mats. He thrusts the Anarchy title over his shoulder and marches up the ramp, turning his back towards the ring while Adams lies motionless on the canvas while Orlando finally slides through the ropes and onto the apron, still gripping his arm in pain. Desolation looks around at the screaming fans and shrugs his shoulders before scooting across his knees and falling into the cover on Adams, hooking his leg.

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Suddenly Devin stomps Desolation to the back of the head, having come into the scene at the last possible second. The fans begin to erupt into boos, thinking the World Champion just had the win. Devin grabs Desolation by the hair and pulls him to his feet before throwing fist shots repeatedly into his face, trying to weaken him. He finally rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in before Desolation spins around quickly and catches him with a quick back heel kick to the gut. Devin is bent forward from the shot as Desolation charges into the cables at his side, bouncing off and coming back in. As soon as he does though, Hawk turns and catches him under his arm, swinging around into the sidewalk slam. The crowd groans at the viciousness in which Desolation’s body strikes the canvas while Devin gets to his feet immediately, slapping his chest and looking all fired up. The Champion is down as Devin continues to slap his chest and turn towards Orlando, who has entered the ring and was crouching behind him. Orlando catches Devin across the chest now and hoists him up into the air, the Rock Bottom! A huge reaction pours from the lips of the fans as Devin is planted hard to the canvas with the Rock Bottom by Cruze.

Douglas: The Rock Bottom by Orlando!! He just took out Devin Hawk!

Mayne: No, this is just going from bad to worse for the Alpha Generation!!

Orlando gets to his knees when he looks up and spots none other than Jericho Dylan and Too Magnificent rushing towards the ring now wearing their Alpha Generation t-shirts. He rolls to the outside of the ring and cuts them off though, dropping onto his feet upon the mats and clinching his fists, demanding that they try and bring it with the referee watching on, ready to DQ them. Jericho and Too Mag freeze now and begin to back up as they realize the official is watching them and see the fire in the eyes of the Icon. Desolation has begun to force himself up onto his feet on the inside of the ring now when a groggy Jackson Adams steps up behind him and catches both of his arms. Everyone in the arena is watching on in shock as Jackson turns Desolation around, going for the Unprettier.

Douglas: Oh no!

Mayne: Adams caught Desolation!! It’s over!

A bleeding Adams begins to drop down when Desolation pulls his head free and places his hands to the back of Jackson, shoving him down and forward to the canvas. Adams crashes into the canvas when Desolation grabs his legs, locking them up and then grabs his wrists as well, pulling him up before he places his foot to the back of Jackson’s head. The roof almost comes off the arena as Desolation connects with the Curb Stomp, slamming the bloodied face of Adams directly into the canvas. Jackson rolls onto his back, as Desolation now falls into the cover, Orlando still holding the other members of the Alpha Generation at bey. Ingelson drops down into the count with the fans going nuts.

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Mayne: Someone do something!

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Every fan is going nuts before Devin dives into the scene at the last second, dropping an elbow across the back of Desolation. Everyone is screaming loudly as Desolation rolls onto his back, shocked he didn’t just obtain the pinfall.

Desolation rolls away from Jackson onto his elbows and knees, reaching for his back after it took some damage.

Douglas: That was so close, I thought for sure that Desolation just had it.

Orlando turns to spot this when Too Magnificent and Jericho Dylan attack him from behind. The crowd booing furiously as he’s laid into with hard forearm strikes from both men, trying to beat him down brutally. The official finally looks over the ropes and spots this, Ingelson turning and calling for the bell to a great deal of boos from the crowd.

Douglas: Dammit, I cannot believe this, Jericho and Too Magnificent assaulting Orlando Cruze and inciting a disqualification!

Mayne: They’re protecting their comrades Dan, you’d do it too if you were on the battlefield.

Jericho slides into the ring now as Desolations stands up, turning towards him. Dylan catches him with a right across the jaw, followed by another one that knocks him backwards. Too Magnificent enters as well while Desolation knees Jericho to the gut, trying to fight back. Devin steps up behind the Champion though and blasts him over the back with a forearm strike, the crowd screaming with anger at the sight of this. Orlando rolls into the ring though and steps up behind Too Magnificent, turning him around and blasting him hard to the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas.

Mayne: It’s broken down out here ladies and gentlemen!

Douglas: The Alpha Generation assaulting Cruze and Desolation who are greatly out numbered here!

Desolation gets his foot up and catches Devin with a superkick under the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas. The dazed, incoherent Jackson yells for his fellow teammates to exit the ring, but is inacapable of getting up to do it himself. Jericho drops down and rolls to the outside as does Too Magnificent as Orlando and Desolation stand tall in the squared circle. Devin rolls out of the ring while Jericho and Too Magnificent reach under the cables, grabbing Adams by his wrists and dragging him from the ring. The crowd is still standing, going nuts over the combined victory of Desolation and Orlando Cruze. Both athletes standing in squared circle triumphant. Jackson is leaning on both Jericho and Too Magnificent, his arms sprawled out over their shoulders as they lead him around to the ramp, blood dripping down his face. Devin has grabbed his Livewire title while holding the back of his neck as he steps around the ring as well. Although Adams’ eyes are foggy, he can still glare into the ring, straight at a smirking Desolation. Anger begins to set into the dazed features of the Livewire Champion, Adams shaking his bloody, sweety head and mouthing something.

Jackson: This isn’t over, this isn’t over, this is just getting started.....

Jericho and Too Mag continue to support him as they back up the ramp, Devin turning and holding the Livewire title belt into the air as he points and shouts at it, raving like a lunatic towards the ring. Orlando has now grabbed the World title from the time keeper who handed it to him through the ropes before he steps towards the Dark Man. Desolation turns around to face the Icon, who puts the World Championship over the shoulder of it’s rightful owner. The Dark Man nods his head as he takes the belt off of his shoulder and raises it above his head, Orlando backing up and clapping his hands in an exhausted state. Jericho Dylan shakes his head in an outraged state at the sight of the celebration, while Too Magnificent mumbles some profanities as well at the sight of the World Champion. Jackson leans on them for support as his lips tremble and he almost foams at the mouth, absolutely enraged.

Mayne: Look at that expression on Adams’ face, Desolation and Orlando Cruze just brought down hell upon themselves for sure.

Douglas: I believe you Billy, for once I trust something you say. Because with the Alpha Generation now running the show around here, chances are they’re going to do something about this. But will they succeed where Mark Comeau apparently failed?

Billy: I think so, in fact, no, no, I know so.....wait a minute!

Inside of the ring, Desolation has turned with the World title held high above his head when Orlando catches him and hoists him into the air with the Rock Bottom. Every fan in attendance watches on in absolute shock as Desolation is planted violently into the canvas across his back by Orlando, his protegee.

Douglas: What the hell!?! What did he just do!?!

Mayne: I cannot believe it, Orlando just, he just....

The mouths of the fans have fallen as Desolation lies on the canvas roaring in pain, rolling onto his side as he reaches for his back. Orlando pops back up onto his feet, glaring down at Desolation with a disturbing expression on his face. His eyes are opened widely as he just stares upon the World Champion, who is writhing in pain after the unexpected Rock Bottom. Orlando slowly slides his hand through his sweaty hair, as if coming to grips with what he just did to his mentor. The Icon steps forward now as it finally begins to sink into the fans, who are booing instinctively. Orlando bends down and grabs the World title off the canvas, standing up straight and staring at his reflection in the gold plate. The belt shimmers brightly while Orlando continues to stare almost mesmerized into it’s glimmering surface. He turns and drops the belt over the side of Desolation’s stomach now before bending forward so that the Dark Man can hear him.

Orlando: Have I impressed you yet, Desolation?

A sinister, almost creepy grin begins to inch it’s way across the face of Orlando, as he stands up and starts to back away, the crowd still watching on in a speechless state.