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.
ANARCHY & DEMENTIA VS. ROBIN BROOKS & AURORA ROSE
Darker Side of Me is cued through the PA system as the fans start to boo rather furiously, realizing who is about to come out. A burning anarchy symbol is positioned in the entry way, set up for the arrival of some truly disturbing individuals. The boos increase from the fans as both Anarchy and Dementia emerge through the curtains and stroll onto the stage, the fans furious over the site of the two men who banded together last week and laid out Robin Brooks to get Aurora Rose the victory. They look repugnantly upon the fans while moving towards the ring They take their time getting to the ring as Dementia rises onto the apron and removes his hat and glasses, giving the crowd a disgusted glare. He slides through the ropes into the ring while Anarchy enters as well, appearing just as disgusted by the fans as his tag team partner.
Dan Douglas: ULW fans, welcome to Annihilation this week, and boy what a telecast we’ve got scheduled for you.
Billy: You got that right, we’ve got so much action, that we’re starting right off the bat with what should be an intense tag team match. This is everyone’s favorite Billy Mayne, teamed up again with the bastard red headed step child, Dan Douglas.
Douglas: Real clever, I guess we have to get ourselves focused again here Billy, because we’re about to see a match I’ve been waiting for all week long. I personally cannot wait to see Robin Brooks and Aurora Rose get a bit of revenge against these two sadist for all they’ve done over the past few weeks.
Mayne: Please, Aurora and Robin are women, their women, they have no penises, they have vaginas, enough said.
Douglas: What!?! Does that argument have a point at all?
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. 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. Anarchy and Dementia are restrained from getting at her as Aurora looks ready to fight. Suddenly Dementia begins to motion towards something though as Aurora looks over his shoulder, a figure in a hood moving towards the ring through the crowd. He steps over the barricade now, his face shadowed and hidden beneath the red hood and the cloak that covers his body.
Douglas: Hey wait a minute, who the hell is this now?
Mayne: I don’t know, but he seems to have Aurora’s attention. It looks like Dementia has brought in an ace in the hole to keep Rose from commencing with any shenanigans.
Dan: What shenanigans? Aurora never cheats!
Billy: She did last week, besides you know how women can get, what if she’s on her period or something?
Douglas: Again, does your argument have a point?
Aurora continues to glare oddly at the figure who lurks at ringside when 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. All the while her eyes are centered on the two men who screwed her over last week, especially Anarchy who has a demented grin on his face.
Douglas: Robin now here and she really looks very intense, she’s not even allowing herself to be distracted by that individual at ringside. She’s got a lot of motivation for this match, Anarchy has been a thorn in her side for several weeks now.
Mayne: And that thorn will only further embed itself into Robin’s side here tonight.
A very intense expression resides on the face of the Black Widow Robin Brooks who shakes her hand with Aurora on the apron, the two wishing each other luck when Anarchy rushes up behind Brooks quickly with a double axehandle. Robin steps out of the way, Anarchy crashing into the turnbuckle chest first and then spinning around when Brooks kicks him hard to the chest. She then steps in and hits another buzzsaw kick to the sternum of Anarchy, who nearly falls down out of the corner before Brooks grabs his wrist and swings around under it, she pushes his spine against the corner and whips him across the ring. Anarchy turns around though and pulls Brooks forward, only for Robin to drop into a baseball slide between his legs. She ends up behind him and stands up, connecting with a swift kick to the back of Anarchy’s leg, knocking him off of his feet and onto his back.
Robin turns her back towards Anarchy and connects with a standing moonsault with incredible air time right on top of him. Anarchy turns into a fetal position, holding his gut while Robin stands up and spots Dementia trying to rush into the ring at her as well. Brooks jumps into the air and catches him with a huge dropkick right to the sternum, knocking him down to the canvas as the big man rolls across the ring. The shrouded figure continues to lurk at ringside, appearing none to pleased about this at all. Robin gets to her feet and shouts something down at Dementia when Anarchy steps up behind her, burying his shoulder into her spine and hoisting her into the air for a back drop. Robin flips in reverse out of it, dropping onto her feet behind his back and then rushing in. Anarchy catches her with a hip toss only for Brooks to flip sideways out of it directly onto her feet and continue into the cables in front of him. She bounces off and comes back in when Anarchy rushes forward and catches her with a brutal lariat that knocks her down hard to the canvas.
Douglas: Robin was doing a good job of avoiding both of these no good bastards for a while, but Anarchy caught her with a stiff lariat taking her head nearly off her shoulders.
Mayne: With Robin’s looks, that would be a hell of an improvement. It speaks volumes for how lovely a woman really is if she’s entangled romantically with that gapped toothed Nathan Creed.
Anarchy immediately grabs Brooks around the head, dragging her to her feet and delivering a stiff forearm to her jaw. He then hits her with another brutal strike before scooping her up into the air and driving her down hard with a slam. Dementia rolls to the apron and now immediately calls for a tag, looking furious over that dropkick. Anarchy grabs Robin by the hair and places her in a front gantry before dragging her towards Dementia, slapping his hand and tagging him into the match. Dementia enters the ring quickly as Anarchy lifts the arm of Brooks to expose her ribs. He kicks her stiffly to the mid-section and then chops her to the chest once Anarchy has let her go. He exits the ring while Dementia chops Brooks again across the sternum, the fans groaning the impacts while Robin staggers in reverse. Dementia now slaps his forearm and charges into the cables in front of the dazed Robin, bouncing off and coming back in when Brooks lungs into the air. She lands on his shoulders and drops back into a huge hurricarana that flips Dementia over, sending him crashing onto the canvas. He rolls over and rises to his feet when Brooks stands up and rushes at him once again, jumping into the air and wrapping her legs around his neck as she connects with a flying head scissors take down. Dementia is sent into a forward flip as he crashes across his back and sits up, appearing stunned by the impact.
Robin gets to her knees and dives forward at Aurora, tagging her into the match now. The crowd is cheering while Aurora keeps her eyes on the figure at ringside for a moment and now jumps onto the top rope, Dementia standing up and turning towards her. Aurora flies off and catches him with a crossbody, taking him down hard to the canvas and then popping up onto her feet as she motions for Dementia to get up. He does when Aurora swings around and connects with a stiff karate style kick to the side of his head, Dementia looking dazed now as he staggers from the shot. Rose rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off and coming back in when Dementia catches her under his arm and hoists her up into the air for the side slam. Aurora pushes herself up and over on top of the shoulder of Dementia though and then falls sideways, catching the arm of the demented figure and hitting an arm drag from that position. Dementia crashes into the canvas and rolls onto his knees, appearing irate that Aurora and Robin have been taking it to him in this contest. Aurora rises quickly when Dementia charges in and connects with a vicious back elbow to her face, taking her down brutally to the canvas.
Mayne: Oh what an intense back elbow takedown from Dementia, he really looks flustered having these women using all those flippy floppy moves to get an advantage over him.
Douglas: That’s what you see with these contrasting styles, Anarchy and Dementia rely more on a power game while these young ladies, Robin and Aurora are more skilled on the acrobatic, high flying front.
Dementia drops a leg across the throat of Aurora before standing up and jumping into the air. He comes down head first into the chest of Rose, causing her legs to kick into the air before he rises to his knees and makes his way towards Anarchy, tagging him into the contest. Anarchy enters the ring quickly as Dementia grabs Aurora by the hair, rolling her onto her knees and then dragging her head between his legs. He wraps his arms around her waist and lifts Aurora into the air into a powerbomb position when Anarchy jumps into the air and grabs her by the shoulders, burying his knees into her back. Dementia powerbombs Aurora straight into the double knee back breaker to the shock of everyone in the arena. Aurora falls onto her side, screaming in agony from the collision while that same mysterious figure leans forward against the apron, watching her pain very closely.
Mayne: Ohhh, what a tag team move by Anarchy and Dementia, that could have broke Aurora’s back, and here’s hoping it did.
Anarchy pulls Aurora onto her back and drops into the cover.
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Aurora kicks out, turning onto her chest and stomach as Anarchy immediately grabs her arm. He drops to his posterior at her side, locking in a fujiwara and grounding her completely. Aurora yells out in pain while Anarchy continues to maintain the submission, trying his best to work over every vital body part Rose has in her body. Aurora digs her nails into the canvas and tries to claw her way towards Robin, who looks very eager for the tag. Anarchy breaks the hold though and stands up, dropping a quick knee into the back of Rose’s head, causing her to groan in pain as she reaches for her noggin. Anarchy gets back up and delivers a quick elbow drop to the back of her neck before standing up and grabbing Aurora by the head. He pulls her onto her knees and wraps his arms around her noggin, twisting it with the neck cravat. The crowd is booing as Anarchy gets another submission locked in, this time targeting her neck. Several of the people scream for Aurora tor get up, to get out of this hold as she begins to will her way upwards. Anarchy twists at his neck with all of his strength as Aurora finally forces herself up onto her feet. Anarchy twists her head violently before Rose flips out of it sideways, getting onto her feet in front of her opposition. Anarchy rushes forward and connects with a violent spear to her mid-section though, taking Aurora off of her feet and down hard into the canvas. Anarchy sits up on the ring, looking proud of himself while Aurora grips her mid-section and shouts out in pain.
Douglas: Aurora shut down yet again with that brutal spear to the gut. She desperately needs to make a tag now.
Mayne: Aurora being shut down at every junction now, much like she was doing to Dementia just a few moments ago. I wonder if it has something to do with this unusual figure looming at ringside.
Aurora rolls onto her elbows and knees in obvious pain while Anarchy gets up beside her and charges in, dropping a knee to the side of her face. Rose falls onto her side as a result while Anarchy stands up and approaches Dementia quickly, tagging him back into this match. The flustered Dementia steps in and grabs Aurora around the head, dragging her to her feet and then lifting her into the air in a suplex position. He turns though and drops her down into a hard falcon arrow, Aurora landing spine first on the canvas between his legs as he reaches down and grabs the back of both of Rose’s. He pulls up them, pinning Aurora’s shoulders to the canvas.
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Aurora pushes herself off and backwards, forcing Dementia onto the back of his shoulders now with Rose seated on his chest.
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Dementia kicks out, sending Aurora rolling over backwards onto her feet and then immediately rushing forward at her opposition, foolishly not making the tag. As soon as she charges in, Dementia rises from his knees and catches her with a brutal spinning powerslam, straight into the hook of the leg.
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Aurora kicks out yet again, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this. Dementia slaps his hands together, stating to the official that it was a three count before he rises and rushes backwards into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air and coming down spine first into the chest and mid-section of Aurora with a back first senton splash. Aurora yells out in pain as she curls into a ball now, holding her ribs. Dementia wears a grin on his face as he gazes at the figure on the outside of the ring and nods his head, almost as if he’s receiving some type of instructions from him almost telepathically it seems.
Dementia stands up and grabs Aurora by the hair, forcing her up onto her knees and then backing towards his corner. He sticks his hand out and tag in Anarchy who quickly enters the ring and kicks a prone Aurora to the mid-section, then places her in a front gantry. He grabs the back of her pants now and lifts her into the air for the vertical suplex when Rose suddenly floats over, landing on the canvas behind his back with their spines pressed together. Aurora wraps her arm around the neck of Anarchy and drops down into the reverse neckbreaker. The crowd goes nuts as Anarchy’s head slams into the canvas, the tough athlete sitting up and reaching for the back of his neck. Aurora rolls over, Robin sticking her hand out, desperate for the tag with the fans all going nuts in the background. She begins to crawl towards her partner now, full of sweet and in a great deal of pain from the brutality she’s endured thus far. Suddenly her eyes shift to the figure on the outside of the ring once again, confusion setting into her eyes before Anarchy steps in and grabs her by the ankle.
Douglas: Your right Billy, Aurora continuing to be distracted by that gentlemen outside of the ring, and it even cost her to be unable to make the tag.
Mayne: Who the hell is this guy?
Aurora is dragged to her feet as Anarchy steps in reverse, causing her to have to hop up and down on one foot. She now turns towards Anarchy and jumps into the air for the enzugari only for him to duck it. She lands on her foot though after missing the kick and now jumps into the air, kicking in reverse straight to the chest of Anarchy. Aurora flips out of the mule knock now as Anarchy crashes across his back upon the canvas and rolls towards his corner. Aurora rolls over onto her elbows now, glaring at the eager Robin who is slapping her hands together in anticipation and dives out, tagging her into this contest to a massive reaction.
Billy: Robin has gotten the tag, I suppose this means bad news for one team, and it’s not Anarchy and Dementia.
Anarchy gets to his feet and rushes at Robin, who has just jumped into the ring. He throws a lariat that she ducks under, charging into the cables behind him. She springs onto the middle one and flies off, turning in mid-air to face Anarchy, and hitting him with a huge lariat. The shot knocks him down to the canvas as Robin rolls over and gets to her feet, Dementia entering the ring now and charging forward for the big boot. Robin rolls under it though and then steps up the turnbuckle behind his back. She gets to the top of it and then flips backwards, going into a corkscrew as she lands right on top of Dementia back first, knocking both competitors down to the canvas. The crowd applauds the high risk, acrobatic move that Robin just hit on Dementia as she quickly rushes to her feet. Anarchy catches her though with a kick to the gut before she could stop him and then steps to her side, trying to hook both of her arms perhaps for his Iron Maiden move. Robin turns though and jumps into the air as she spins around to face Anarchy, placing her legs to his gut and wrapping her hands around the back of his head as she goes for the monkey toss. Anarchy avoids it though by wrapping his arms around the back of her head and then throwing her up into the air. He catches her on top of his shoulders when Robin drops back and delivers a huge hurricarana. Anarchy flips over, crashing onto his back with the fans going absolutely nuts.
Douglas: Look at Robin go, she is absolutely fired up and out for revenge after what these two men did to her last week!
Mayne: Oh come on, she’s all pissy because she lost a match, I thought Robin would be use to that type of thing by now!
Robin gets to her feet when she turns to face Dementia, who catches her with a kick to the gut and then hooks both of her arms before dropping back. The crowd groans as he hits a vicious double arm DDT, violently planting the head of Brooks into the canvas before she flops over onto her back. Dementia rolls onto his knees now when Aurora rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off and coming back in as she dives forward into the shining wizard. The crowd reacts with a huge response as Dementia is taken off his knees and sent flying backwards, Aurora landing on her spine and then rolling over quickly. She begins to stand up when Anarchy charges in and jumps over her head, grabbing her around the neck and delivering a flip over swinging neckbreaker. Rose crashes hard into the canvas with the fans responding loudly, everyone stunned by the impact. While Anarchy is spread across his back though, Robin stands up and charges in, jumping into the air as she connects with a standing Flying Star (Shooting Star Press) right on top of him. The entire arena is shocked as Robin hooks the leg of Anarchy immediately.
Douglas: The Flying Star out of nowhere!
Mayne: My God what a fast pace this match is moving at, but it certainly can’t be over already can it!?!
The referee drops down and makes the count quickly.
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Dementia barely has the strength to dive into the scene and break up the pinfall, clobbering Brooks to the back of the head with a double axehandle. The crowd is exasperated as they thought that Robin had it there, rolling off of a very dazed and paid ridden Anarchy. Dementia is still feeling the effects of that shining wizard as he stands up and slides his hands into the hair of Robin, forcing her up onto her feet and then stepping back as he lifts two fingers into the air, obviously setting up for the mandible claw. As soon as he begins to charge forward though, Aurora rushes into the scene and spins around, connecting with a back heel kick to the gut of Dementia stopping him and then wrapping her arm around his neck. She charges at the turnbuckle and steps up it before swinging around over the apron and dropping Dementia down throat first onto the top rope. The crowd cheers loudly as Dementia bounces off and staggers backwards, Aurora landing at ringside. Brooks grabs Dementia by the shoulder and spins him around, placing him in a front gantry and then charging at the turnbuckle, stepping up it and then swinging around into a regular version of the tornado DDT. Dementia is driven head first into the canvas, flipping over onto his posterior with a dazed expression on his face as the crowd screams loudly.
Douglas: What moves by these lovely ladies, but will it be enough!?!
Mayne: It can’t be!?!
Robin begins to stand up while bent forward when a dazed Anarchy moves up beside her, catching her around the neck and thigh then lifting her into the air. He drops her down with a gut buster onto his knee, Robin grabbing her ribs and standing up as Anarchy grabs her wrist and drags her into his shoulders now. He is holding her in a fireman’s carry as he pushes her off and falls onto his back, getting his knees up into her gut once again. Robin stands up, wrapping her hands around mid-section and screaming in pain from the lung blower as Anarchy stands up and catches the dazed Brooks by the wrist one more time. He pulls her into his shoulders and backs towards the turnbuckle, beginning to step up it in reverse quickly. The crowd realizes he is about to go for a top rope lung blower, everyone screaming at the sight of this. He now pushes her off when Robin turns and catches him around the neck though, dropping off the turnbuckle backwards and dragging Anarchy down with her into a brutal, huge DDT. The arena explodes into cheers as she hits the move off the top rope, Anarchy bouncing off the canvas and rolling onto his back as Robin turns into the cover immediately, draping her arm over his chest.
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Everyone is going nuts at the sight of what they just saw as Robin rises to her knees, holding her ribs and raising her arm in victory.
Douglas: Robin Brooks and Aurora Rose have done it tonight, they’ve beaten Anarchy and Dementia in what was a very intense tag team bout!
Mayne: This is unacceptable! Unacceptable I say! Dementia and Anarchy are going to create a shit storm over this!
Aurora slides into the ring, clapping her hands while that mysterious figure watches on and shakes his head in anger. Robin gets up celebrating her actions, this tough, intense win as Aurora continues to celebrate with her somewhat, but keeps her eyes fixed on that figure at ringside. He now moves towards the ring, glaring at Aurora on the inside when a figure enters behind her. The crowd seems utterly confused, many raising their shoulders as they have no idea who this man is rushing up behind Rose. A flustered outpouring of boos come from them though as the mysterious individual attacks Aurora, knocking her down to the canvas. He begins to stomp her repeatedly to the back of the head.
Douglas: Who the hell is that!?!
Mayne: I think that’s Hacker, wait, it is Hacker!
Dan: Who in the hell is Hacker!?!
Hacker stomps at the back of Aurora repeatedly with Robin’s back turned to the action, too busy resting on her hands and knees. Suddenly the hooded figure enters the ring and steps up towards this unusual individual Hacker, who spots him and immediately high tails it out of the ring. The mysterious figure now pulls his hood back and shows his face, the crowd bewildered as to his identity, but many cheering as they recall the name of none other than Pitt!
Mayne: Oh my, now it’s that dude Pitt!
Douglas: How do you know who all these people are? I’m so confused I can’t even recall my own name now.
Billy: Uh, I do research Dan.
This individual Pitt, from Aurora’s past, bends forward to check on her when Robin looks over her shoulder and spots this, seeing him standing over the down Rose. She immediately rushes in and begins to blast Pitt to the side of the face with forearm strikes repeatedly, knocking him backwards. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this as Robin is obviously attacking him because she thinks he assaulted Aurora. Rose rises to her knees and spots Robin now laying into a shocked Pitt, knocking him backwards before she stands up and charges up behind Brooks, leveling her with a double axehandle to the back of the neck. The crowd screams as Aurora turns on Robin, knocking her down to her elbows and knees and dropping an elbow of her down into the kidney area of the Black Widow.
Douglas: Wait a minute, this whole situation just got way past the point of befuddling! Aurora is turning on Robin because she’s attacking Pitt, yet Robin was attacking Pitt because she thought he turned on Rose. I’ve gone crosseyed.
Mayne: I can’t make sense out of this either.
Pitt steps in now and grabs Robin by the hair, dragging her to her feet when Aurora moves in and jumps into the air, connecting with a modified enzugari to the back of Brooks’ head, knocking her down to the canvas hard. Aurora rises to her knees and whips her hair back while staring at Pitt now, who backs away in a very slow state. Dementia has gotten to his elbows and knees, watching this entire confusing situation with a bewildered expression on his face as well.
THE CONQUEST
A lot of voices can be heard in the background as the camera opens upon the Livewire Championship sparkling brightly. Everyone is booing loudly as the camera pans out to reveal none other than Jackson Adams with the belt over his shoulder, wearing a sleeveless “Alpha Generation” t-shirt. Gathered in a semi circle around him are Jericho Dylan, headband and long sleeved Alpha Generation shirt included, Too Magnificent with an arrogant demeanor about him, and Devin Hawk, scalp buried under his bandana. The crowd seems outraged at the sight of all four members of the new Alpha Generation located in the VIP dressing room, each of them dressed for in ring competition, and all talking at once.
Jericho: No see, the real reason people are tuning in tonight is because I’m about to go out there and end Desolation’s winning streak.
Dylan says this with a grin on his face as Devin shakes his head in protest.
Devin: No, no, they tuned in to watch me kick the shit out of that Anne Heche wannabe.
Too Magnificent’s eyebrow raises.
Too Mag: Anne Heche wannabe?
Hawk: Yeah, you know, she’s a lesbo one week, and straight the next...
Too Magnificent: Ahh, clever, but so wrong. Everyone really wants to find out what type of condition I left that sorry excuse for a tag team partner Hurse in after I mangled him last week.
The light hearted bickering continues before Jackson finally raises his hand in protest, calling for everyone to quiet down a bit.
Jackson: Enough guys, the truth is, the fans are tuning in tonight to watch the whole Alpha Generation, and are rising up the ranks to levels of greatness that has never been seen before.
The Alpha Generation members smirk and nod their heads, liking the sound of this before Adams continues. He slaps the chest of Devin Hawk rather hard to get him fired up.
Jackson: Tonight Devin, you show that skank Stacy Raines, that we’re not going to tolerate her kind on our show.....
Devin nods his head and rubs his hands together gleefully pondering what he’ll do to Stacy tonight.
Adams: And you Too Magnificent...
Jackson puts his hand on the massive shoulder of the former Livewire Champion, who stares with rage driven eyes upon him.
Jackson: You show that rookie punk Ryan Mills what the ULW is all about, and why should fall in line just like everyone else in the ULW.
Too Magnificent’s face twitches at the prospect of the violence he’ll unleash on Ryan. Jackson turns towards Jericho lastly, both men staring eye to eye.
Adams: And you Jericho, I’m intrusting you with the most important job of anyone tonight. Your going out there in a few moments to end the legacy of Desolation, to end this winning streak, and to end his title reign....
Dylan’s eyebrow raises in confusion while Adams nods and grins proudly. He finally turns towards the rest of the Alpha Generation, those helping him run this entire show.
Jackson: As for myself, I’m about to finish off the greatest irritation of my professional wrestling career. I’m going out to the middle of that ring to finally finish off Nathan Creed once and for all, hahaha. To beat him to such bloody, dangerous levels that he never wishes to even utter my mighty name again.
A chuckle comes from the four performers as Adams overlooks them with great pride.
Adams: Gentlemen, it’s time we put the fear of the Alpha Generation into the hearts of this entire roster. Let’s go!
A simultaneous “yeah” comes from the group as Too Magnificent and Jericho Dylan begin to walk away. Before Devin can stroll off though, Jackson grabs him by the arm abruptly. Hawk pauses and glares down at the hand on his bicep, beginning to spin around in order to face Adams, who steps towards him.
Jackson: Devin, your still clear on what we’ve got planned for Nathan Creed tonight, right?
Devin stares at him for a moment and then grins deviously, recalling exactly what Adams is talking about.
Hawk: Oh yeah brother, I remember exactly what we’ve got in store for that son of a bitch tonight, hahaha.
Devin turns and walks away as the camera spins around to face Jackson, who has a very conniving look about him. A disturbing, creepy half grin has etched across his face while contemplating what he has planned for tonight’s telecast.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
REBUILDING THE PAST
The camera opens with a close up shot of the former ULW World Heavyweight champion turned SCW wrestler, Killjoy, making his way down one of the hallways inside the arena. The crowd on hand boos the image of this turncoat making his way unharmed through their halls. Killjoy turns a corner and the camera catches Robin Brooks just about to enter her locker room while gripping the back of her neck. The two former lovers stop for a moment and look at each other. Robin looks to get a tear in her eye as she sadly enters her locker room. Killjoy watches as the door closes before he starts looking around for other ULW wrestler who might be in the area. Noticing that the coast is clear, Killjoy walks over to Robin’s locker room and opens the door. Robin turns around with a look of shock on her face.
Killjoy: “We have to talk.”
Killjoy walks into the locker room and closes the door behind him.
JERICHO DYLAN VS. DESOLATION
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Dream Theater's "In the Name of God" begins to play as Desolation is seen in the audiance. He walks down from the upper decks of the arena through the crowd with the World title wrapped around his waist.
"Hundreds of believers, Lured into a doomsday cult. All would perish, In the name of God."
Desolation steps up onto the barrier between the upper deck and floor seats, raising one fist into the air.
"Self-proclaimed messiah. Led his servants, To their death. Eighty murdered, In the name of God."
Desolation jumps down onto the bleechers, continuing to head towards the ring
"Forty sons and daughters, Un-consenting plural wives. Perversions, In the name of God."
The Dark Man walks through the crowd, the fans parting way before him as he walks to the ring.
"Underground religion, Turning toward The mainstream light. Blind devotion, In the name of God."
He stands up on the ring barricade, surrounded by a horde of fans as he raises both arms, making a 'C'mon!' motion.
"Justifying violence. Citing from the Holy Book. Teaching hatred, In the name of God."
Desolation jumps down and slides into the ring, walking across it and then stepping up onto the second rope, arms out and his sides as pyro explodes behind him, the belt shimmering around his waist.
Douglas: Well ladies and gents, the time is now here for what should be an absolutely fantastic singles contest, pitting our current World Champion Desolation against the one and only Jericho Dylan of the Alpha Generation.
Mayne: This should be a fantastic match Dan, one where Jericho will undoubtably end this winning streak of Desolation that has gone on for way too long. It will come to an end, mark my words, it will end tonight!
Dan: We’ll see if Jericho has what it takes to get the job done tonight Billy.
Desolation marches around the ring with the title glistening over his shoulders brightly as he now grips a microphone which has been handed through the cables to him. He shakes his head in a very flustered state while staring out over the crazed crowd, which is going nuts over his presence.
Mayne: Why does Desolation, always have to open his mouth and ruin what was otherwise a very enjoyable evening?
Douglas: Desolation is always one to speak his mind Billy, you should know that by now.
Billy: Funny, I thought he was always one to beat up on defenseless commentators.
Desolation continues to stroll around the ring, tightly gripping the microphone before he finally speaks into it.
Desolation: Soooo, I’m assuming a couple of people in attendance tonight were rather surprised, shocked, in awe over what happened last week on Annihilation. The moment that will live in infamy, or be forgotten two weeks from now once Orlando has been Curb Stomped to death. I’m speaking of course, not of the tying of the knot between Anarchy and Dementia, who make a really cute couple by the way, oh no, I’m talking about the knife that was stuck in my back by Orlando Cruze.
The fans boo with angst, very upset over the situation that occurred last week, recalling the Rock Bottom that was delivered upon the World Champion.
Desolation: But just like Orlando’s promos, the stabbing attempt missed all the vital points in my body and ultimately left me irritated but not incapacitated. The one thing that has got me surprised though, wasn’t the fact that he finally turned against me, but he actually grew the balls to do it!
Laughs come from the crowd as Desolation appears stunned, looking around at the fans throughout the process.
Desolation: Where did he get them? How did he finally grow these magnificent elephant sized testicles? Did he buy them on e-bay? They sell every thing else, so why not courage and testicular fortitude, I can just imagine the bidding war that Orlando had to get into to purchase these Herculean balls. It probably came down to himself and Curtis Jack, both trying to purchase the same pear of testicles, desperately drooling over them, just like Curtis had to do in order to get his parts in those terrible B-movies, and to get his job in the ULW.
Cheering comes from the fans as Desolation shrugs his shoulders and nods his head before continuing.
Desolation: No, you know what? I know exactly where he got these balls. He traded his consistency and that last shred of talent in his body to Sean Johnson, for his donkey sized balls. You know the testicles that Sean trips over on his way to the ring, the same balls that Curtis Jack became so familiar with when he had to come begging for a job again. I guess, since they were given to Orlando, we can call them hand me down balls! I guess it takes the term, family jewels to a whole nother level.
More laughter commences from the crowd while Desolation steps around the ring with a slight smirk on his face.
Mayne: Is he serious?
Douglas: Oh lighten up Billy, stop with the melodramatics.
Mayne: I’ll be as big of a drama queen as I want to be...
Dan: You got the queen part right.
Desolation adjusts the title over his shoulder as he turns to face the camera, getting a little more intense.
Desolation: But I assure you Orlando, no amount of balls will protect you from me. It doesn’t matter if you absolutely surround yourself wall to wall with balls, you’ll still succumb to the Curb Stomp. Betraying me Cruze, might feel good now, but it won’t a few days, a week, a month from now, when I finally get my hands on you.....
"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 crowd is booing as Jericho Dylan strolls onto the stage with Jackson Adams directly at his side, still wearing his suit with the Livewire title over his shoulder a mic in hand. Jericho glares at Desolation intensely, as does Jackson as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Dan: What a rude interruption by Jackson Adams and Desolation’s opponent Jericho Dylan.
Mayne: Your looking at a champion with real class Dan, a champion of champions.
Dan: No, WWE references please Billy.
In an agitated state Desolation tilts his head and places his fists to his hops, glaring at Adams who begins to speak into the microphone.
Adams: Desolation, while I’m sure everyone was sitting around here enjoying your little rant about Orlando and the male genitalia, I have remained unamused, so I’ve come down here to get face to face....
Desolation: Really, I always thought you enjoyed having balls in your face Jackson...
Adams stops and glares back and forth, his face contorted with anger as Jericho steps towards him and pats him on the shoulders, trying to calm him down.
Jackson: I’ve never had balls in my face Desolation!
Desolation: Come on Adams, we all know that it hasn’t been talent that’s got you where you are today, I’m sure you’ve pulled a few Lewinskys to get to your seat of power. I know you had to pleasure Comeau on a few occasions in your blue dress, while wearing a fruit hat, and tickling the testicles of a demented midget..
Jackson looks like he wants to come to the ring but is held back by Jericho, who is still shaking his head.
Desolation: Jericho should know, after all, he was the midget!
Dylan’s face lights up with anger as he begins to step towards the ring, losing his cool while Jackson places his hand to his chest, holding him back with the fans laughing loudly.
Jackson: Very funny Desolation, who do you think you are, a regular David Allen Grier?
Confusion sets into Desolation’s face as he looks out into the crowd mouthing the name that Jackson just uttered in bewilderment.
Adams: But this isn’t the time for fun and games, this is the time for changes to be made. The first alteration that shall be made ladies and gentlemen, is in the World Heavyweight Champion. That’s right God dammit, as of right now, this match is for the World title, ring the bell!
The crowd goes nuts as Jericho now bolts towards the ring, shocked that the title is now on the line, with the bell ringing in the background.
Mayne: Yes, what a major announcement here by Jackson Adams. This is now for the World Championship!
Douglas: What!?! Desolation hasn’t had any time to prepare!
A flustered Jericho slides into the ring and jumps to his feet as Desolation rushes at him quickly. He throws a right hand only to have it blocked by the World Champion, who returns with a strike to the jaw of Dylan. Jericho is knocked backwards before Desolation chops him stiffly across his chest now, knocking him back first into the cables. The Champion chops Jericho across the sternum once more before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring quickly. Jericho turns and puts the breaks on it though, pulling Desolation into a drop toe hold, planting the Champion into the canvas across his face. Desolation pops up onto his elbows and knees as Jericho stands up and jumps forward, connecting with a front dropkick to the side of his face. Desolation flops onto his back, grabbing his head when Jericho stands up and jumps over him, charging into the cables and springing into the air. He lands feet first on the second rope, moonsaulting over at Desolation who rolls out of the way. Jericho changes it up at the last second, dropping onto his feet and staggering backwards while Desolation jumps into the air and lands on the second rope now, springing off. He flips over in reverse, grabbing Jericho around the neck in the process as he lands on his feet behind his back, bending him over backwards into position for the reverse DDT.
Dylan turns around out of it though, burying his shoulder into his gut and then dropping back into a northern lights suplex, bridging over into the pinfall.
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Desolation reaches up and wraps his arms around the waist of Jericho and then sits up, forcing Dylan over onto the back of his shoulders. With a surprising pinfall predicament.
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Jericho kicks out by rolling over in reverse onto his feet, and then lifting the legs of Desolation into the air. He then flips over forward, landing back first on top of the Dark Man, holding the back of his legs into a pinning predicament once again.
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Desolation wraps his arms around the waist of Jericho once more and bridges his way up off the canvas. Both men get to their feet as Desolation swings around into a position for the powerbomb on Dylan. He then grabs him under the arms and turns so that he back slides Jericho down to the canvas into another pin.
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Jericho kicks out and drops over onto his knees before standing up and rushing backwards into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in when Desolation rolls towards him. Dylan jumps over Desolation and rushes into the cables on the other side of the ring.
Douglas: This action getting fast and furious in Desolation’s first impromptu World title defense.
Mayne: Jericho matching Desolation perfectly too, I think we may see a title change in Desolation’s first defense, hahaha.
Jericho comes back in at Desolation who stands up and bends forward, Dylan leap frogging him and continuing into the other cables. Desolation turns around when Jericho comes rushing back in, only to be caught with a deep arm drag, flipping Dylan over so that he crashes onto his back. In the same move Desolation goes over into a cartwheel, as Jericho sits up, and then the Champ dives forward, catching him around the head and delivering a blockbuster type neckbreaker. Dylan grabs the back of his head as Desolation stands up and looks around at the crazed crowd, which is going nuts for him. Jericho stands up when Desolation steps towards him and spins around, connecting with a stiff back heel kick to his gut. He turn rushes forward into the cables in front of Jericho, coming back in when Dylan steps forward and catches him abruptly with an elbow to his face. The Dark Man is taken down to the canvas across his back when Jericho steps forward and then jumps into the air, flipping over into a senton leg drop. Desolation moves out of the way of it though as Jericho crashes onto his posterior
Desolation stands up and steps to his side, swinging around for a buzzsaw kick to his chest, Jericho dropping onto his back though. Desolation swings around over him and turns his back to Dylan, who sits up and grabs him by the back of the pants. He drops over sideways, rolling the Champion up into a school boy pinfall.
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Desolation kicks out by rolling over onto his knees and standing up while Dylan gets to a kneeling position as well. Desolation immediately catches Jericho to the chest with a brutal buzzsaw kick that sounds throughout the arena, Dylan flying off his knees and backwards. He crashes onto his back, rolling onto his elbows and knees as Desolation steps in and slaps Dylan to one side of the face, and then does it to the other cheek. Dylan wavers back and forth from the impacts before Desolation swings around into a spinning back chop now. Jericho ducks it though and stands up, catching Desolation around the neck and the leg, dropping back into a huge t-bone exploder suplex. Desolation crashes into the canvas across his back, turning onto his side and yelling out in a bit of pain. Jackson approaches the ring, clapping his hands and looking proud of Dylan’s actions in this match thus far.
Douglas: A very nice counter by Jericho Dylan, hitting that high impact t-bone exploder out of nowhere!
Mayne: That’s what Jericho has got to do against Desolation, remain illusive, yet abusive.
Dan: And the one thing you have to do is stop utilizing cheesy, redundant commentator comments.
Desolation continues to sit up while Jericho gets to his feet behind him and then moves in. He connects with a kick straight to the back of Desolation, causing him to arch his spine and groan. Jericho moves in and hits another hard kick to his spinal column, causing Desolation to grind his teeth as he turns onto his knees, trying to force himself upwards. Jericho steps in and plants him across the jaw with a right, before doing it once more, the strikes seeming quite stiff. Desolation gets to his feet in a groggy state as he is grabbed by the wrist now and whipped across the ring with force. The Dark Man turns around and bounces off the cables as he comes back in at Jericho, who steps forward and bends down, going for the back drop suplex. Desolation turns though and places his spine to Jericho, who stands up and attempts the back drop. Desolation flips over onto his feet as a result however and then steps forward, immediately wrapping his arms around Jericho’s throat, placing him in a rear naked choke.
Jericho rushes forward though quickly, straight at the turnbuckle and then drops down directly in front of it, sending Desolation charging into the cables. The Dark Man flies over them but grabs the top rope, and now hangs over the outside mats with his legs kicking, Jericho stepping to the center of the ring with a smirk on his face. Obviously he thinks he got rid of Desolation who skins the cat over the ropes and back into the ring, landing feet first on the middle cable and springing off in reverse. Dylan turns around and walks right into a back elbow directly to the chest. The fans applaud as Jericho is knocked down to the canvas, immediately rolling to his knees and standing up as does Desolation. The Dark Man rushes at Jericho who throws a lariat, ducking under it and continuing into the opposite ropes. He bounces off and comes back in when Jericho jumps into the air and tries to catch him with a spinning heel kick. The Dark Man ducks under that though and goes rushing across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off and then rushing in once more. As Jericho turns towards him he bends down and catches Desolation coming in across his shoulders. He holds him in a fireman’s carry before the Dark Man swings around out of position though, landing on his feet behind the back of Dylan and then shoving him forward into the cables.
Jericho charges into them and jumps into the air, landing on the second rope feet first as he springs off and flies through the air, straight at Desolation. The Dark Man jumps into the air though and swings around, connecting with a leg lariat on the air born Dylan, knocking both men down to the canvas.
Douglas: What a mid-air collision!!
Mayne: A lucky break, a lucky break by Desolation, that’s all I can say.
Jericho holds his throat as he rolls onto his elbows and knees, trying to force himself to his feet while Desolation gets up with the crowd still screaming. He steps in and delivers a thunderous, stiff kik straight to Dylan’s chest, causing him to stand up straight and wave his arms frantically, trying to stay up right. Desolation swings around and plants Jericho with a back kick to the gut now before swinging around once more and wrapping his arm about the neck of Dylan. He is setting for the DDT, when Jericho swings around out of the hold suddenly and then turns towards Desolation holding onto his wrist though. He pulls him forward into a lariat that Desolation ducks under, getting around behind his back. He wraps his arms around the waist of Jericho and drops back, pulling Dylan over in reverse into a roll up pinfall. Desolation is seated on the back of his legs before he bridges over in reverse now, placing his hands to the canvas as he locks in the pin.
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Jericho places his hands to the back of Desolation and pushes him upwards as he places his feet to his lower back as well, shoving him up into the air. Desolation is sent into a backwards flip almost, placing his hands to the canvas and then going over onto his feet as he rushes into the cables spine first. He bounces off and begins to come back in when Jericho rolls in reverse and sticks his legs out, locking them around the waist of Desolation. He shoves himself up now into the wheelbarrow and then catches the head of Desolation, going for a wheelbarrow type move. Desolation pushes his leg away from his gut though, shoving them forward before grabbing the back of Jericho’s head and delivering a brutal neckbreaker from that position. The crowd reacts with shock over the vicious manner in which Dylan’s head strikes the canvas before Desolation rolls over in reverse, keeping a hold of the neck of Jericho. He rolls completely over backwards and onto his feet while pulling Dylan over into a kneeling base. He now charges into the cables at Jericho’s side as he begins to push himself up and catches him around the head, delivering a running swinging neckbreaker. The back of Jericho’s head crashes into the canvas while Desolation sits up and then turns, crawling into the cover.
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Jericho kicks out while Jackson was about to crawl into the ring in frustration.
Douglas: What a combination by Desolation, working over the neck of Jericho Dylan!
Mayne: Damn that Desolation, damn him to the depths of hell!
Jericho holds his head as he rolls onto his knees, Desolation stepping in and grabbing him by the wrist. He swings around under Dylan’s arm and then stands behind it, leaning forward and chopping him to the chest. He then does it once more, and again, and again, and again. The chops are stiff and brutal before Desolation steps over the arm of Jericho while still holding onto it, now standing in front of Dylan as he connects with a stiff buzzsaw kick to his sternum. Jericho wraps his arms around his chest as he rolls away from Desolation onto the apron, Jackson shouting instructions at him from the outside of the ring. Jericho grabs the cables and pulls himself up with Adams trying to snap him out of it as Desolation moves in quickly. He throws a quick kick at the head of Dylan, who ducks under it, Desolation swinging around as a result and facing his back towards Jericho. Dylan reaches over the ropes now and catches Desolation around the head, dropping down into a reverse neckbreaker, that pulls the Dark Man’s head violently into the cables. He snaps off and stumbles forward a bit before turning back to face Jericho, who grabs the top cable and flips over it, landing with the back of his legs on top of the shoulders of Desolation. He turns and flips the World Champion over with a huge hurricarana.
Desolation crashes across his back, sitting up as he looks to be in tremendous anguish, Jericho standing up and stepping in. He stomps Desolation to the back of the head hard, and then drops an elbow directly into the back of his neck. He then swings around and stands up, stepping over the back of Desolation as he grabs him around the jaw, pulling him up into the camel clutch. He rears in reverse on the neck of Desolation while holding him viciously in this submission. Jericho pulls as far back on his neck as possible while sitting on his spine with all of his weight. The Dark Man begins to will his way upwards though, sweat beading down his battered body as he rises to his knees, Jericho stepping off his back and rearing in reverse on his chin. Desolation flails his arms and begins to shake them now as he balls up his fists, the crowd getting behind him. The World Heavyweight Champion forces himself up onto his feet with the fans putting their hands together, when suddenly Jericho jumps into the air, burying his knees into the spine of Desolation. He falls onto his back, delivering a double knee back breaker to the spine of Desolation, causing him to stand up with a dazed look in his eyes. He tumbles forward into the canvas across his chest and stomach, reaching for his spine while Jericho sits up on the canvas, appearing absolutely exasperated and battered.
Mayne: Yes! Jericho is staying on control here Dan, we’re going to have a new World Heavyweight Champion, mark my words, it’s going to be a glorious evening here on Annihilation!
Douglas: Desolation has endured worse punishment than this before, but he’s kept on ticking, can he show the same skills and strength in this match with Jericho though, especially being slightly taken off his gameplan by the fact that this was made a World title defense.
Jericho steps over Desolation and grabs him around the jaw, pulling his head up and sitting on his back once more. He locks him in the camel clutch brutally, sitting down hard on the back of the World Champion as he pulls up on his head with absolutely all of his upper body strength. Jericho’s face is twisted with intensity as Jackson slaps his hands on the apron and shouts for Desolation to tap out already, demanding that he do so. Desolation refuses to give into the incredible strain his body is enduring at the hands of Dylan, who is really rearing back on his head, intensity radiating from his frame. The crowd is slapping the barricades and stomping their feet, rallying behind the intense World Champion when he suddenly scurries in reverse, between the legs of Dylan. He grabs his ankles in the process and lifts them into the air, Jericho crashing face first into the canvas as Desolation stands up and wraps the legs around one another. He tries to step through now in order to put him in position for the Curb Stomp with everyone going nuts as a result. Suddenly Jackson reaches under the ropes and grabs Jericho by the wrists, trying to pull him towards the ropes and out of position for a version of Desolation’s finishing move.
Desolation breaks up the attempt now and steps towards the ropes, grabbing the top cable and then pulling himself over into a crossbody straight on top of Jackson on the outside of the ring. The crowd is reacting with enthusiasm as Desolation takes Jackson down hard into the canvas, landing on top of him before beginning to stand up slowly.
Mayne: Hey! Wait a damn minute, Desolation has no right to attack Jackson Adams, he’s not even involved in this match!
Douglas: The hell he isn’t, he was just intervening in this contest for crying out loud!
Desolation begins to stand up while Jericho climbs the turnbuckle behind him, without his knowledge. Desolation turns around as Jericho dives off the turnbuckle and goes into a corkscrew before crashing right on top of the shoulder of the World Champion back first. Both men are sent crashing into the mats hard with Jericho sitting up on top of them, the fans shocked by the high risk move that he just took the champion out with. Jericho forces himself to his feet while holding his back before he grabs Desolation around the head and pulls the champion up. He drags him towards the ring and rolls him under the cables to the inside before pulling himself up onto the apron. His body is ravaged with pain as Desolation crawls to the center of the ring, looking just as battered by this quick, intense World title defense. Jericho enters the ring and steps up behind Desolation, grabbing around the head and bending him over backwards before dropping down into a hard reverse DDT. Desolation’s skull crashes into the canvas before Jericho rolls away from him and now glares at the top rope. The crowd realizes he has bad intentions as Dylan begins to stagger in the direction of the corner. He steps through the ropes onto the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckle, staring down at Desolation, who isn’t moving much after that hard reverse DDT he took from the Solveyer.
Jericho begins to get to the top rope when Desolation shows his first signs of life, rolling to a crawling base then forcing himself to his feet. He stumbles towards Jericho now who is standing on the top rope and doesn’t notices the Champion moving towards him. Desolation pops him in the gut with a right hand, causing him to bend forward from the strike before Jericho moves up the corner onto the second rope now. He grabs Jericho by the hair with the crowd cheering and pulls him over his shoulder, allowing him to hang upside down as he puts him in position for a Kryptonite Krunch from the top rope. People are screaming loudly in the audience as Desolation sets up for the high impact move. Suddenly Dylan squirms free though and flips over onto his feet beneath Desolation, sticking his head under his legs and placing his shoulders to the back of his thighs. Jericho rushes out of the corner with Desolation on his shoulders and then drops down to the canvas into a sit-down powerbomb. Desolation is driven hard into the canvas, with Desolation’s legs stuck over his shoulders, going for the pin-fall.
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Desolation kicks out to the shock of many in the stands, as well as Jericho and Jackson.
Mayne: Ah dammit, I thought we had a new World Heavyweight Champion there for a second. That was so damned close!
Douglas: What great back and forth action in this match thus far, neither of these men willing to go down with the title on the line. Can Desolation survive his first title defense here tonight, or will Jackson’s and Jericho’s plan come to fruition?
Mayne: It is coming to fruition you idiot, we’re seeing the dawning of a new era right here, an Alpha Generation era!
Jackson slaps his hands on the apron, foaming at the mouth almost as Jericho gets to his feet and grabs Desolation around the head, rolling him onto his knees. He cuts his finger across his throat and signals that a new World Champion is about to be crowned as he forces Desolation to his feet. He now lifts him into the air, going for the Bourbon Street Blues. Desolation swings around out of it though in mid-air, landing on his feet behind the back of Jericho and then hooking up both of his arms in a full nelson, setting for the dragon suplex perhaps. Dylan swings his arms down and breaks away both of Desolation’s before performing a standing switch. He gets behind his back and places him in a reverse neckbreaker position, perhaps going for a version of his Bourbon Street Blues yet again. Desolation spins around though and buries his shoulder into the spine of Dylan, lifting him into the air for the back drop. Jericho turns though and slides down the back of Desolation, wrapping his arms around his waist and dragging him over into the sunset flip. Jericho turns his body though and grabs the back of Desolation’s pants, holding on while reaching out with his hand for the ropes. Jackson jumps onto the apron knees first and reaches through the cables, grabbing Jericho by his wrist, the crowd screaming and booing as the referee doesn’t see this.
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Dan: Nooo!!
Mayne: Yeeeessss!!
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The entire arena explodes into a wave of shock as Desolation barely gets his shoulder up in time. Jericho falls onto his back, speechless that he didn’t earn the pinfall while Adams falls off the apron, foaming at the mouth in disbelief.
Douglas: That was so close, so close to a new World Heavyweight Champion being crowned here tonight. What a fast paced, intense match this has been between Jericho Dylan and Desolation.
Mayne: I thought for sure that Jericho had it, I thought we finally ended this shameful World title reign of Desolation!
Dan: Just like in his match with AWOL at Retribution, Desolation has shown that he will not die Billy.
The crowd is still standing and screaming at the top of their lungs over that near fall as Jericho seethes in anger, getting to his feet and turning towards Desolation. The Dark Man finds himself slowly working his way up when Dylan pops him across the jaw with a right and then chops him across the chest stiffly. Desolation is sent into a spin though before he connects with an open hand slap to the face of Dylan that is stiff as he can be. Spit flies from Jericho’s mouth, mixed with sweat as well before the Dark Man swings around again, going for a big kick. Jericho blocks his foot though and pushes it away, causing Desolation to go into a spin at the same time as Dylan. When both men face each other Jericho plants Desolation to the jaw with a forearm strike that staggers him, knocking him back a few paces. The two individuals are obviously tired, exhausted by this quick pace they’ve been going at before Adams kicks Desolation to the gut and pulls his head forward, placing it under his pit. He lifts his other arm into the air and seems to be going for the twist of fait style neckbreaker. He swings around and is about to hit it when Desolation places his hands to the back of Dylan instead and shoves him off into the turnbuckle. Jericho turns and hits it back first before Desolation comes rushing in and jumps onto the second rope right above him. He now begins to deck downward into the face of Jericho repeatedly, the crowd counting along loudly with each strike to the cranium of Dylan.
Desolation stops for a second after the fifth fist strike to Jericho and looks around at the crowd, sticking his hands up and counting his fingers, as if he’s lost count. Jericho uses this time to squirm out from under Desolation and turn towards his back, jumping into the air and front dropkicking him to the posterior. The fans scream as Desolation is knocked forward and turns his body, landing across the top turnbuckle now, barely keeping from crashing to the outside mats. Jackson hops up and down with excitement as Jericho begins to step towards Desolation now, moving up the turnbuckle and grabbing the World Champion around the neck. He forces him up onto his knees on the top rope and places him in the front gantry, looking ready to set up for the suplex from the top, the Sin City.
Douglas: This could finish off Desolation right here!
Mayne: Oh, it will, and it better!
Jericho steps up onto the top rope, looking ready to suplex Desolation off when the Dark Man pulls his head free and delivers a headbunt to the face of Dylan. He then does it once more before standing up and connecting with a stiff, brutal European Uppercut to the jaw of Jericho, sending him flying off the top rope and crashing to the canvas below. Jericho rolls over in reverse, straight onto his feet with the crowd still popping loudly as Desolation stands up and now dives off with a crossbody. He lands right on top of Jericho, who falls in reverse, Desolation on top of him, going for the pin.
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Jericho rolls over backwards though and ends up on top of Desolation now, hooking his leg.
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Desolation kicks out to the joy of everyone gathered in the arena as the Dark Man turns around onto his knees with Jericho standing up over top of him. Desolation gets to his feet while bent forward before Jericho flips over top of him and grabs him around the waist. He drops onto his back and tries to pull Desolation over into the sunset flip when the World Champion drops down knees first into the shoulders of Dylan, wrapping his arms around the legs of Jericho as they raise into the air as a result.
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Jericho sits up, forcing Desolation over onto the back of his shoulders into a pinfall yet again.
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Desolation gets his shoulder up as Jericho immediately stands and steps through the legs of the Dark Man, trying to hook him into position for the sharpshooter. He can’t get his legs through Desolation’s though as the Champion suddenly turns, crossing his shins and placing the back of his ankles under the armpits of Jericho. His head is under the legs of Dylan as he sits up, forcing Jericho into a forward roll as he lands on the back of his shoulders. Desolation is holding onto the back of his legs as the official drops and makes the count.
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Everyone in the arena goes nuts as Desolation scores the win and retains his title in this impromptu match up. Jackson slides his hands into his hair on the outside of the ring, dropping to his knees in disbelief over the fact that Desolation just retained the gold.
Mayne: What, wait, no, how!?!
Douglas: Desolation has done it, he caught Jericho with the roll up, he’s retained his title here tonight!
Jericho sits up on the canvas in shock as Desolation rolls out of the ring and drops onto the mats, the World title being handed to him by the official who also escaped the squared circle. Jackson slides into the ring with a furious expression on his face as he kicks the bottom rope, realizing the Alpha Generation was seconds away from holding the World Heavyweight title. Jericho rises to his knees and slams his fists on the canvas, appearing irate that he failed to win the belt here tonight. Desolation holds the gold high above his head, almost mocking Jericho and Jackson with it as he makes his way around the ring. Every fan is going nuts while Desolation slaps the plate of his gold throughout the process of making his way to the ramp.
Billy: This is unacceptable, no, no, it’s unbelievable, how did Desolation pull this one out? How did he just retain his World title, this wasn’t suppose to happen, this wasn’t suppose to happen!!
Douglas: It did, and now Desolation has made his first official successful title defense.
Mayne: Doesn’t he know that he’s only further digging his grave?
Jackson’s face shakes and becomes a shade of red as he glares at Desolation marching up the ramp, kissing the World title belt. Jericho appears equally as repulsed in the ring, foaming at the mouth from his rage almost. Desolation backs up the ramp before his eyes cut to a fan in the front row, the camera revealing it as Crazy Eddie Mitchell, hopping up and down with a grin and a sign above his head which reads, "Wannabe Loon." Desolation's eyebrow raises in confusion.
THE ICON ARRIVES
The camera is settled upon the double doors backstage, the words “exit” written above them. Through the small windows placed in them, you can see the outside of the arena, dusk settling in as night approaches. One of the doors swings open rather quickly though and causes a great stir from the crowd at the sight of none other than the Icon, Orlando Cruze. A loud mixed reaction pours through the lips of the fans as Orlando strolls forward into the arena, tugging behind him a thing of baggage on wheels. He pulls the case forward with sunglasses reflecting the light from above, positioned on the edge of his nose. He’s dressed all in black designer clothing as he moves forward into the arena around confidently. Several stage hands, and jobbers lining the walls have frozen abruptly. They watch Cruze closely as he passes, everyone remembering what he did last week to Desolation. Orlando has no time to look back though as he drags the baggage behind him and moves straight towards his dressing room.
Hey Orlando....
Cruze doesn’t look around at all, just keeps staring forward as none other than Susie Moore now rushes into the camera’s frame. A microphone is gripped in her hand and a very eager expression is present on her lovely, yet dim-witted young face. With wide eyes she gazes upon Cruze and tries to keep up with him.
Susie: I’ve been waiting back here all night to catch up with you and ask, why you did.....
Cruze just raises his palm up into the air and puts it in front of Susie’s face, not saying a word or even looking at her as he motions for her not to bother and to silence herself. He continues moving now as Susie stops and just watches him walk off with a confused expression on her features.
Douglas: Orlando Cruze is here tonight Billy, and boy, are sparks going to fly if he and Desolation meet face to face.
Mayne: Hopefully we get an explanation, I want to hear what finally sent Orlando over the edge.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMPROMISING ALLIANCES
*The camera is approaching a closed door where you hear what sounds like Dementia and Pitt arguing backstage.*
Dementia: "I thought he was gone. That's the only reason I came back. And her fucking sister is here too. You planned this didn't you? You drug me into this masquerade of yours, hoping to weed something out and look at you now! You were planning this as your big comeback!"
Pitt: "I was doing nothing of the sort. I knew nothing when I gave you the opportunity to step back into the ring. I was giving you a second chance at success, and I was here to guide you. I gave you the fuel and the spark. I gave you something you were too scared to go after on your own." *A loud crash is heard as Aurora steps into the camera's view and opens the door, revealing Pitt and Dementia standing toe to toe, a bench flipped upside down in the corner of the room.*
Aurora: "He speaks the truth. Natalia is long gone and as for those two pea brains they know she isn't going to come back."
Dementia: "She's the reason I don't want women in this business. Every time we would start to take over, every time we were a mere rung from the top, she ended up getting caught up with those two and we had to bail her out. Every. Damn. Time."
Aurora: "Should I come back when your less bitchy?"
Pitt: "What is it that you need?"
Aurora: "Nothing, I want to know why your here. You could have gotten rid of those two long ago but you left her to suffer."
Pitt: "She took off on her own, and in the end they wanted me. The were using her as bait, so I left. They still think that she is the key to destroying me. Men like that will never be able to destory one such as I, for they themselves are monsters."
Aurora: "They used her long after you left." *turns to leave*
Pitt: "And what did you do to help? I never saw you chasing them down. I never saw you sacrifice everything you had to try and get her back. I didn't even know she had a sister. Why do you even care? You let them have her as much as I gave up trying to save her. She chose to run and not tell me anything, she chose to take care of this on her own. The fact they don't have her now is good enough for me to know she's doing better than she was. And here you are, pointing at me, blaming me. Perhaps it is time to look into the mirror and see who you really should be blaming for her loss.."
Aurora: *turns angry* "I wanted to help her! She refused my help! She for years protected me and my brother after our parents died. I wanted to repay her for that but she told us both No! She gave you way to much credit. She did love you, hell she still might. In a way I did help her, she knew by not telling me where she went that Hacker wouldn't find her and he won't."
Pitt: "So we are one in the same. She did to you the same thing she did to me. So once again, why are you blaming me for the actions of which she has partaken?"
Aurora: "I'm not, I am blaming you for standing in the ring when Hacker revealed himself to be working with Silencer. You just left..no explanation at all. Left her to the wolves to do with her what they pleased."
Pitt: "She told me not to interfere, she had a plan. And so I left her be. Obviously she got away, and the fact that she is at least out of their clutches now should be enough for you."
Aurora: "So be it." *looks at Dementia* "Tell your puppet that it's over."
Dementia: "What makes you think that Hacker won't be standing outside that very door when you leave, ready to grab you and kidnap you to bring your sister out? What makes you think that he's not waiting at your home, in your car, the next masked opponent you face? What makes you think that with him showing up that it's even remotely safe for you? I don't think you should be saying that it's over, but I do believe that it is just the beginning."
Aurora: "I will take my chances."
Pitt: "And who is going to come to your rescue?"
Aurora: "I don't need rescuing."
Dementia: "What are you goint to do, bitch your way out of a gun to your head?"
Aurora: "I can bitch my way out of being beaten. I've done it before. I don't fear Hacker and like I said he knows that Natalia won't come out. She knows to stay away."
Dementia: "She did what she needed to save you once. What makes you think she won't sacrifice herself to save you again.. What makes you think this won't be the one thing that will pull her out of hiding again.."
Aurora: "And what might you think that she would want me to join the likes of you. A man who believes a woman's only purpose is to stay at ringside? I do this because I want blood on my hands again. This time though I want other people's blood. I shed your blood before so you should know that I am not any ordinary woman."
Pitt: "I think you need to keep in check who you talk to about shedding blood..."
Aurora: "Never the less, if you want me to join you, I am not going to just stand around and do nothing at ringside."
Dementia: "Then why did you run from the match? Miss Rose, you keep talking yourself into circles here. What exactly is it that you want? I believe that deep down inside you know this is where you belong, but you're afraid to admit it. That's why you came here. That's why you haven't left yet."
Pitt: "We know for a fact it's not his overwhelming charm that keeps you here."
Aurora: "I didn't run from the match, ask him. I pretty much handed you the win. You think I just attack Robin Brooks for fun. If you need my help then I will help but I only help on my terms, not yours Dementia."
Dementia smiles.
Dementia: "I knew you'd come around..."
DEVIN HAWK VS. STACY RAINES
Douglas: This situation between Aurora Rose, Dementia and this Pitt individual, seems to be getting more confusing by the second.
Mayne: I really have no clue what’s going on with this trio of oddities. I know it dates back to something that happened a long time ago between them, but I hope someone can shed some light on bewildering situation.
Dan: Agreed.
"My last Serenade" by "Killswitch Engage" hits the Speakers Stacy Ranies high lights if her play on the Titatron, Stacy comes out she walks down to the entrance ramp to the ring once in the ring Stacy Climbs the tunrbuckle and raines her arms not looking at the crowd her face down the whole time she then back flips of landing on her feet she then turns and slumps down in to the corner and waits for the match to start.
Billy: And this gothic young lady Stacy Raines making her return to ULW officially tonight.
Douglas: It’s good to see her back here on Annihilation.....
Mayne: Yeah, I’m hoping to see a little female, female action again.
Dan: I’m not sure if we’re going to see that from Stacy again Billy.
Stacy is getting ready in the ring, pumping herself up as she marches back and forth with “Walk” by Pantera hits the PA system. The crowd starts to boo loudly as strobes go off on both sides of the stage, the light dimming in preparation for Devin Hawk’s arrival. Raines glares at the entry way with her hands on her knees, turning from side to side, getting herself pumped for this sure to be intense in ring competition. Devin now emerges through the curtains with his head band on and his spine facing the camera and ring. He turns around slowly when the fans begin to boo furiously, realizing it’s not Devin Hawk at all, but none other than Too Magnificent, who is wearing a huge grin on his cocky face.
Douglas: Hey, wait a minute, that’s Too Magnificent, why is he out here!?!
Mayne: And why is he dressed like Devin Hawk?
Stacy looks confused as Devin slides into the ring behind her now from the crowd. He rushes up behind Raines and hooks both of her arms, hoisting Stacy into the air and planting her with the full nelson slam. Everyone erupts into boos at the sight of this as Devin turns in circles with a huge grin upon his face. He points towards his Alpha Generation teammate, Too Magnificent grinning as he removes the bandana and starts towards the ring.
Douglas: Wait a damn minute, Too Magnificent distracted Stacy long enough for Devin to attack her from behind! This is absolute bullshit!
Mayne: The Alpha Generation once again showing just how smart they are.
Stacy turns onto her side, reaching for her back while Too Magnificent moves to ringside, slapping the barricade and shouting for Devin to stay on her. He approaches Stacy and grabs her around the head, pulling her to her feet and then throwing a right into her face, then connecting with another shot, the bell finally sounding in the background. Stacy is backed into the cables while Devin grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring directly into the opposite cables. Raines bounces off the opposite cables and comes back in when Devin rushes forward for a knee into her gut. Raines avoids it by diving over his knee and catching him by the back of the pants, rolling him up into a school boy pin.
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Devin kicks out with the fans going nuts at the sight of this while Hawk rushes to his feet, as does Stacy. Raines charges right into Devin who throws a lariat, Stacy ducking it and hooking his arm. He reaches across his back and wraps her legs around his other arm before dropping over into a crucifix pinfall.
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Devin kicks out again, the crowd going nuts as both athletes rush to their feet. Stacy charges right into a brutal back elbow to the face though, taking her down to the canvas while Devin steps forward, grinning from ear to ear. Stacy rolls over and tries to get to her feet when Devin rushes forward and connects with a knee to her face, causing her to stand up straight in a very dazed state. She turns away from Hawk and goes into a spin to face Devin, who rushes forward with a lariat at her now. Stacy ducks it though and switches around behind his back. She wraps her arms around his waist and drops in reverse, rolling Hawk up into a pinfall. She is seated on the back of Devin’s legs while holding the back of his pants as well.
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Devin reaches up and grabs the back of Stacy’s attire, pulling her down onto his chest and hooking both of her arms. He bridges himself up off the canvas now, pushing Stacy off his chest and onto the back of her shoulders into a pinfall.
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Stacy kicks out by rolling over backwards onto her knees.
Douglas: A couple of quick pinfall attempts there by both of these athletes!
Mayne: I’m shocked, I thought Stacy had him there a few times.
Stacy gets up and rushes into the ropes behind Devin, bouncing off and coming back in when Hawk rolls towards her onto his chest and stomach. Raines hops over him and continues into the opposite cables, bouncing off and coming back in once more as Devin stands up and bends down for a back drop suplex. Stacy turns her back towards Devin’s placing her spine to his as he stands up and flips her over backwards right onto her feet. She charges into the cables and bounces off them back first before coming back in when Devin turns around and catches her in a tilt a whirl. Stacy swings around out of it though, landing on her feet right in front of Devin and then rushing forward and stepping up him. She connects with a stiff enzugari style kick to the back of Devin’s head, knocking him forward into the cables. He lands on them throat first, his arms falling over the cable while Too Magnificent yells at him to get up. Raines rises to her feet and begins to stomp them both on the canvas, getting the crowd pumped up before she charges into the ropes behind Devin, bouncing off and coming back in as she sets up for the 619.
She dives through the ropes and swings around with her legs going for the move when Devin drops down out of the way. Stacy swings through and now ends up putting her feet on the apron, standing up as Devin gets to his feet in the ring and throws a fist at her. Raines bends forward and throws a shoulder into his gut, bending Hawk over before she grabs the top rope and slingshots over it. She wraps her arms around the waist of Devin, trying to pull him over into a sunset flip pin. Devin drops to his knees though, placing them to the shoulders of Raines and wrapping his arms around the middle cable.
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Stacy kicks out to the pleasure of everyone in the arena. She bridges her way up from under Devin and straight onto her feet while Devin remains on his knees in front of the second rope. She steps to the center of the ring and then charges in, jumping through the top and middle rope as she connects with the 619 straight to the face of Devin, sending him flying backwards. Hawk crashes into the canvas and rolls onto his knees, looking shocked by the brutal impact.
Douglas: Oh, Stacy got that 619 that she was looking for!
Mayne: Dammit Devin, get your head into this match.
Dan: I think he may have been taking this challenge lightly.
Stacy gets to her feet and grabs the top rope before pulling herself up onto it. She turns, landing on the cables feet first and then springing off as she turns in mid-air, flying at the rising Devin and catching him with a crossbody. She takes him down to the canvas, then rolls off of him, getting to her feet and staring at the ropes at his side. She rushes at them and jumps onto the second rope, flying off into a twisting lionsault right on top of Devin, causing Hawk to go into convulsions to the shock of everyone in the arena. Stacy gets to her feet and points at the top rope now, causing everyone to stand up as they realize she’s going for something big. She twirls both fingers around one another, signaling for the Murder aka the 630. She begins to climb the turnbuckle with the fans still putting their hands together for this high flying young lass. She gets to the top rope with her back aimed towards Devin though, who has forced himself up onto his feet. Too Magnificent hops onto the apron beside Stacy when she slugs him to the face and knocks him down to the mats upon his feet. He staggers backwards into the barricade when Devin steps up behind Stacy on the second rope, placing his back to hers and hooking both of her arms. He now rushes forward away from the corner and throws Raines half way across the ring with the standing crucifix powerbomb. Stacy crashes hard into the canvas and arches her spine off the canvas, yelling out in anguish.
Mayne: What a power move by Devin Hawk!!
Douglas: Stacy with incredible air time before taking that nasty plunge, but it was all thanks to that damn Too Magnificent at ringside.
Devin steps towards Stacy and grabs both of her legs, lifting them up and placing them over his shoulders. He now dead lifts her straight off the cables into a powerbomb position. Stacy seems to come to life though somehow, throwing fists down into the face of Devin repeatedly before she bends forward and sinks her teeth in the bridge of his nose. Devin shouts out in pain as he places his hands to the back of her thighs and shoves Stacy off into a backwards flip, Raines crashing ribs first into the top rope. Devin steps to the side of Stacy who is hung over the top rope before charging in and planting a big boot straight into her face. Stacy is knocked over onto her back upon the apron, grabbing the middle rope to keep from plunging to the outside mats. Devin steps across the ring now, looking very arrogant, pleased with himself while Too Magnificent cheers him on from the outside of the ring.
Stacy pulls herself up onto the apron slowly, looking very dazed by the impact of that big boot and the viciousness of the crucifix powerbomb. As she gets to her feet, Devin steps in and reaches over the cables, placing her in a front gantry before hoisting her into the air and dropping back into a suplex, bringing her into the ring once more and then floating over into the pinfall.
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Stacy kicks out yet again, turning onto her side while the fans cheer loudly to see her getting out of this hold. Devin rises to his knees, looking very flustered before he grabs Stacy by the hair and pulls her to her feet. He grabs Stacy by the wrist now and whips her into the ropes at his side. Raines bounces off and comes back in when Devin places his hands to her ribs, throwing her up into the air and catching her on top of his shoulders, going for the Fatal Fall (Toss up Somoan Drop). Stacy adjusts herself in mid-air though, landing on top of his shoulders and dropping back into a hurricarana. Devin crashes onto his back with Stacy seated on his chest, she rolls over backwards though onto her feet and grabs Hawk around the back of the head throughout the process. Raines pulls Hawk up onto his knees and steps over his head, signaling for the Blood Rain (Flipping Piledriver), a finisher Devin uses as well.
Douglas: Stacy looking to end this thing ladies and gentlemen with a very clever counter!
Mayne: Dammit Devin!
Stacy is still signaling for her finisher when Devin swings around out of position for it and places his shoulders to her gut, hoisting her into the air. He holds her in fireman’s carry before swinging around almost into a F5. Stacy wraps her arm around the neck of Devin and pulls her down into a downward spiral though, planting Hawk face first into the canvas before he flops into the air and rolls onto his back. The crowd is clapping at the sight of the clever reversal Stacy just hit Devin with, rising to her feet quickly. She once again signals for the Blood Raine while stepping in front of the bent forward Hawk, who is trying to force himself to his feet. She seems to want to go for a running version of the move when Too Magnificent reaches under the ropes and grabs her by the ankle, keeping her from going forward. Stacy turns around and stomps on Too Mag’s hand, causing him to back up and shake it in pain before she turns back towards the rising Devin and charges in. Hawk catches her though and throws Stacy into the air, catching her on his shoulders and dropping back into the Fatal Fall. The crowd screams with anger as Devin keeps his shoulders pressed to her mid-section, hooking her leg throughout the process.
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Douglas: Devin has done it with the help of that Too Magnificent!!
Mayne: Oh come on, did you think Stacy stood a chance anyway?
Dan: That’s bullshit, Raines almost had Devin before he foot was grabbed by that son of a bitch Too Magnificent, that sell out.
Too Mag slides into the ring with a huge grin on his face as he steps over Raines, glaring down at the young woman, Devin getting to his knees and looking pleased with himself as well. Devin gets to his feet as he and Too Magnificent glance at one another and then nod beginning to stomp away at the down Stacy.
Douglas: Now come on, for crying out loud, they’re attacking Stacy Raines!!
Mayne: They’re beating some respect into her!
Devin and Too Magnificent continue to stomp away at her repeatedly when the crowd erupts into a loud chorus of cheers. Rushing down the ramp is none other than Hurse with a leather strap in his hand and a bandage over his forehead. He looks furious as he rushes at the ring in a pear of blue jeans and nothing else.
Douglas: It’s Hurse! It’s Hurse!!
Mayne: What!?! He wasn’t suppose to be here tonight!
Hurse slides into the ring with the strap in hand with Too Magnificent not spotting him behind his back. He immediately lashes Too Magnificent across the spine, causing him to yell out in pain from the strike. Hurse keeps lashing him with the strap now as Too Magnificent stumbles forward, yelling out in pain with each brutal blow to his back. The ever intense Submission Champion appears focused on causing pain to his former tag team partner for turning on him last week, his entire face blood red.
Douglas: Hurse is getting some revenge on Too Magnificent, he’s lashing him like a....
Mayne: If you say government mule I’m walking out.
Too Magnificent is arching his back as Hurse continues to lash him with the strap. Suddenly Devin rushes up behind Hurse, catching him with a double axehandle to the back and knocking him to his elbows and knees. The fans start booing furiously as Devin lays into his back with hard stomps repeatedly, looking irate with the Submission Champion. Too Magnificent is on his knees leaning against the ropes while Devin blasts Hurse over the back with forearm strikes. Everyone begins screaming though as a figure slides into the ring behind Devin, having rushed through the crowd with a hooded sweatshirt on. He ducks down behind Devin in the corner as he pulls his hood back and reveals himself as Lethal Weapon.
Douglas: Oh my God, it’s Lethal Weapon, it’s Lethal Weapon!!
Mayne: What the hell is he doing here? He was taken out by Devin’s brother Baine weeks ago!
The crowd is still screaming as Devin’s face fills with confusion, beginning to turn around slowly when suddenly Lethal bolts across the ring and catches him with the Golden Bullet Spear straight to the gut. Hawk flies backwards, crashing into the canvas across his back and then rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring, the fans going nuts. Lethal jumps to his feet with an intense expression on his face as he looks out over the crowd. Devin lies on the mats, kicking his legs and holding his ribs in tremendous pain while Weapon steps towards the ropes and points and shouts at him.
Douglas: Weapon is back, and he just took out Devin Hawk with that brutal spear straight to his gut!
Mayne: Is he a madman? He’s going to get himself into the same situation he was before he was put on the shelf, on the bad side of those with power.
Too Magnificent has rolled to the outside of the ring with Hurse sliding out after him. Too Mag turns as Hurse slugs him in the face, and then does it again, backing him up towards the sea of humanity as security rushes in mass from the backstage area. They immediately step between both Hurse and Too Magnificent, pushing the Submission Champion backwards as he tries his best to get free and to get at the man who double crossed him. Lethal is standing in the ring and giving an intense glare to Devin Hawk, who has stood up, doubling over in pain and gripping his ribs as he makes his way around to the ramp. He begins backing up with a very intense expression on his face.
Mayne: This is insanity Dan, insanity!!
PEACE OF MIND
Killjoy opens the door to Robin’s locker room and walks out and right into the face of Nathan Creed. The two old rivals stand face to face, neither man looking to back down.
Creed: “If this was any other time, it’d be a welcome sight to see you again. But since you’re with those SCW morons this is nothing more then an act of war.”
Killjoy: “You want to talk about war Nathan? How about Hurse and a few other ULW so-called stars making their way onto Breakdown and ripping into SCW? How about Robin, the woman I loved, showing me that she loves this company more then she ‘loves’ me in a promo that aired on Breakdown? Let me tell you something Creedo; ULW brought the war to SCW and SCW came to me to help lead the charge, so that is exactly what I plan on doing. This place is a joke. And. So. Are. You.”
Creed doesn’t say a word, but his point is made with a right hand to the face of Killjoy. The two men begin to brawl for a moment before security makes their way in and separate the two. Killjoy tires to break through but is dragged away from the arena much to Creed’s disappointment.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SEAN JOHNSON VS. ISAAC SAINE
IMPRESS THE CHAMPION
The fans are booing loudly as the show comes back live, Jackson Adams’ entrance music playing in the background while he stands on the stage. He strolls back and forth with a very angry expression on his face, not liking what transpired a few moments ago at all. His lip trembles in anger with the Livewire title hanging from his grasp.
Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see, Jackson Adams is out here again, regrettably. Jeez, even Mark Comeau didn’t interject himself this much in the show.
Mayne: Admit it, you love seeing Jackson Adams this much.
Jackson is still upset as he holds a microphone to his lips.
Jackson: Alright ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had enough. I’m fed up with the actions of these so called veterans around here trying to hold down the Alpha Generation. Lethal Weapon makes his return and he gets right up into Devin’s face, no, no, there will be repercussions, repercussions that start next week. Mark my words, people like Hurse, people like Lethal, and especially people like Isaac Saine are going to start showing some respect to the Alpha Generation!
Adams is red in the face from his anger, his intensity while the crowd boos rather viciously.
Adams: No, forget next week, because Isaac’s lesson in respect starts tonight. After he took that Anarchy title of his, that filthy, meaningless belt and smacked me in the face with it, he broke the rules. You heard me, he broke the stipulation I put on that match. I said if Isaac disobeyed me, he’d lose his Livewire title shot coming up at War of the Worlds, against me, or hahahaha, Nathan Creed. But since he broke that golden rule and spit in the face of my authority, he sold his chances at the title down the river. But I’m a forgiving man, I’m a kind and gentle soul. Therefore, tonight, I’ll give him one last chance to earn his shot at my Livewire title. Last week I came to a very special agreement with Sean Johnson, he agreed to help me with my Isaac problem, as long as he got something out of it. Well, here’s his reward. If Johnson beats Isaac, Saine loses his shot at the Livewire title!
Douglas: WHAT!?! That’s outrageous!
Mayne: Sounds fair to me.
The crowd is heinously booing Adams who merely shakes his head with a repugnant expression and continues on the microphone.
Jackson: But that’s not all, because if you haven’t been able to tell just yet, look around the ring you idiots, and you’ll see the match stipulation that Desolation chose for this encounter, thanks to those retarded contracts he stole. Well, this match is officially, a glass tables match!
Shock comes from the fans at the sound of this as the camera switches to the glass tables at ringside.
Douglas: Wow.
Adams lifts the mic to his lips one last time.
Jackson: So Isaac, old buddy, I hope you enjoy the remainder of your evening, hahaha.
Adams flings down the microphone and backs through the curtains with the fans booing loudly.
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 Bloodied opponent's appear on screen... Too Magnificent, Nathan Creed, Bullseye, Michael Synclaire, Killjoy, Hurse and many more... these images are replaced with the well known Demonic Mask of One Isaac Saine... his bright Blue eyes glaring through and a psychotic chuckle echoes throughout the arena. The curtains part and "The Sadistic One" Isaac Saine steps out onto the stage with a Demented look in his eyes... He slowly makes his way down to the ring and slides under the ropes into the ring... he walks to the near turnbuckle and climbs it before looking out into the crowd with a smirk as the fan's chant his name... he jumps off and crouches down in the corner, cups his hands and stares into the centre of the ring...
Dan: Issac Saine entering the ring ahead of what could turn out to be a career defining moment for either of the two combatants
Billy: Yep, and as an added bonus we are guaranteed some blood shed with all these glass tables around. I for one really cannot wait.
‘Remedy’ hits over the PA system as Sean Johnson walks through the curtains to a mixed reaction. He nods his head, only seeming to hear the cheers as he makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving a few of his fans along the way. He slides under the bottom rope and stands about two feet away from Saine, eyeing him up and down the full extent of the size difference between the two immediately evident.
Dan: Johnson giving up nearly four inches and fifty pounds in this match up, but a glass table can certainly be a massive equaliser. Sean will be looking to use his speed and take to the sky to try and win this one.
Billy: And it’s his only chance against someone who prides himself on being able to wrestle to any occasion, but whose hardcore style certainly suits this environment.
Both men eye each other up as the referee points for the bell which rings, signifying the beginning of this match. Both men circle around each other, neither wanting to make the first move when Issac wipes the smile off Johnson face with a right hand, then another, and then another, rocking the smaller man back on his heels. At the ropes Issac grabs Johnson’s arm and whips him to the other ropes, following him and has he bounces back taking him off his feet with a clothesline. Issac then picks Johnson to his feet and launches him over the top rope and to ringside to a massive reaction from the crowd. He walks around the ring, dusting off his hands and raising his arms in the air. At ringside Johnson gets to his feet and shakes out the cob webs after this opening onslaught from Saine.
Dan: Johnson not being given the chance to get this match started, the bigger man dominating from the off.
Johnson slides back into the ring and gets to his feet and is mocked by Saine who clearly thinks that he has the advantage in this one. Johnson runs in and tries to body block Saine but literally just bounces off him, Issac barely taking a step backwards. Issac laughs, making the Genocide angry. Sean jumps to his feet but is met by Isaac’s outstretched arm which grabs the Genocide by the throat and lifts him off his feet and into the air, until Saine choke slams Johnson to the mat. He then proceeds to stick the boot into his stomach over and over doubling Johnson up in agony. Ignoring the tables already set up at ringside, Saine slides out the ring and lifts up the apron, pulling a table from underneath the ring. He slides it underneath the bottom rope and follows it in, before setting it up, just as Johnson is getting to his feet groggily. Saine then hooks his arms around Johnson stomach lifting him in the air and pivoting, slamming Johnson through the glass table and scoring the first point in this match. Splinters of glass fly everywhere as Johnson lies motionless in the wreckage of the table. Issac takes the wooden frames and throws them to ringside, wiping away blood from a cut on his forehead.
Dan: Right there just goes to show how dangerous this match is Billy. Just like that, Saine scores the first point, but cuts his head open on the impact.
Billy: That’s nothing Dan; just take a look at Johnson’s back.
The camera zooms in on Johnson who is crawling on his knees, his back bleeding profusely from the several lacerations.
Billy: And this folks is only the first fall. And look, it seems that Saine isn’t hanging around here, and he’s going straight after the injured Sean Johnson.
Issac grabs Sean’s head and drags him upwards, before hooking his head and falling backwards into a DDT, Johnsons head bouncing awkwardly off the mat. Issac strolls around the ring almost nonchalantly, nodding his head, enjoying being in total control of his rival. Once again he helps him to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckle, Johnson unable to stay on his feet, already looking totally out of it.
Dan: This could be just about the shortest Glass Table match in history…Saine is just totally dominating.
Issac stands in front of Johnson as Sean uses his legs to get to an upwards base. Finally as Johnson does get upright, Issac applies an inverted face lock to Johnson, hooking the tights and lifting him in the air. Issac then drops, causing Johnson to once more land on his head, his body crumpling from the vicious impact. Johnson not knowing where he is lifting onto Saines shoulders, who spins around several times before dropping Johnson to the mat, before once more sliding to ringside. He grabs hold of once of the already positioned tables and lifts it atop one of the protective barricades keeping the crowd from the immediate ringside area. Satisfied that the table is balanced he slides back into the ring and gets Johnson to his feet, tossing him towards the turnbuckle. He then lifts him so that he is sat upon the top strand and climbs up himself, helping Johnson to his feet as well so that both are stood vertical upon the top of the turnbuckle. Saine points towards the table, leaving everyone in no doubt what is about to happen.
Dan: OH MY GOD…
Issac grabs Johnson around the waist and puts his arm across Johnson’s chest and under his arm, before launching from the turnbuckles, smashing straight through the glass table. Johnson’s leg hits the barricade and he ends up amongst the fans, but Issac lands across the barricade with his ribs, before landing on the apron. Neither men move as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.
Billy: That’s it; neither of these two will continue after that, Saine takes it by default.
The referee calls for assistance and the EMTs run down to ringside, some tending to Issac, the others to a bloody Sean Johnson.
Dan: There looks like there is some real concern for Issac ribs here… no wait.
The crowd is in hysterics as Saine firstly gets to his knees and then pushes the EMTs away from him. He pulls himself up on the apron till he is almost upright. Sean Johnson is helped over the barricade, his back crimson from being smashed through two tables, and then helped up the ramp. Issac staggers over to the announce table and grabs a microphone, before rolling into the ring. Holding it to his lips he shouts to Johnson, still holding his ribs.
Issac: Genocide, where you going? We haven’t finished yet boy.
Johnson turns around but is being pulled away by the EMTs he pushes on away, and then another, before walking back down the ring to a massive pop from the crowd.
Dan: Johnsons coming back…I don’t believe it.
Billy: He’s either ridiculously brave, or incredibly stupid.
Dan: Either way, this match is still on.
Billy: Yep, but good old Genocide is still two down in this match, it’s just a matter of time before Issac finishes this.
Dan: I have to say you’re probably right, but Sean Johnson is certainly showing that he is no coward tonight.
Issac meets the returning Johnson with yet more rights, bossing the match once more, but Johnson fights back with hard rights of his own, staggering the bigger man. But then Issac blocks one of the punches and rakes Johnson to the eyes, then as he turns raking his back with his nails, causing Johnson to squeal out in pain as the nails tear at his already damaged flesh. Issac clubs his forearm into the back of Johnson causing him to fall, his arms across the middle strand. Issac then hits the ropes and then straddles Johnson, his windpipe crushed across the rope. Johnson once more ends face first on the mat holding his throat. Issac once more holds his arms aloft, certain that the match is no his for the taking. He slides outside the ring once more and unfolds a table, sliding it into the ring slowly, almost as if pondering what to do next. He sets up the table and rolls his head, still wincing at his injured ribs. Happy that the table is upright, he walks over to Johnson who is doubled up. As Issac approaches Johnson lashes out though, blood spraying everywhere as Issac holds his face. Johnson helps himself up on the strands and the camera zooms in on a four inch shard of glass in Johnson’s hand. As he drops the glass, blood weeps from his palm where he has been holding the weapon. As Issac takes away his hand, blood pours from beneath the mask, the glass having pierced straight through it and revealing the laceration to be just above the eyes, maybe even the eyelid itself. What is clear though is that Issac is having real problems seeing with blood blinding him. Johnson seeing his chance attacks Issac with a dropkick to the leg, and then another, taking Issac to one knee, a final one nearly taking Issacs head off. Johnson quick as a flash jumps across Saines fallen body and begins punching, over and over, raining the blows down on the big man. Johnson steps off, and repositions the table but Issac somehow seems to realise this and crawls to the ring rope, standing upright. Seeing this Johnson rushes in, and connect with the Titanic Kick, sending Issac over the top rope and crashing through a glass table already set up at ringside head first. Johnson falls to his knees, the exhaustion of this match as well as blood loss getting to him.
Dan: From out of nowhere, Johnson scores his first point of this match and now only trails by two to one.
Billy: That cannot count…surely referee do something, Saine cannot see.
The camera pans to Saine and in particular the top of his head which is now totally crimson as blood begins to pour from several cuts on the top of this head. Amazingly, he crawls up the apron, only to be met by a baseball slide from a waiting Sean Johnson, crashing Issac into the base of the announce table
Dan: What a turn around in this match, it’s Johnson who is now the aggressor in this one as he looks to bring this match level.
Billy: Maybe Issac should have let Johnson leave when he was going to because right now he looks in a whole heap of trouble. The only thing he has going for him right now is Johnson isn’t in the best shape either.
With blood now beginning to seep down his neck, and the wound on his forehead still impairing his vision, Saine is powerless to stop Johnson whipping him back into the ring. But Johnson doesn’t follow and instead unfolds a table and slides that one into the ring as well. Instead of setting it up though he rests it stood lengthways in the corner. He then turns back to Issac who is still pretty much motionless. Grabbing his hair he steadily stands him up, and lays him across the table which Issac set up earlier. He then climbs a turnbuckle, holding both arms in the air.
Dan: Not sure what he’s going to try here, but it smells like trouble for Issac
Billy: No…that’s me
Dan: What do you mean?
Billy: The smell…I just guffed.
Dan: Guffed???
Billy: Farted, let rip…whatever
Dan: Nice.
Billy: Sorry
Back in the ring Johnson measure the leap on last time before leaping off the turnbuckle and somersaulting into the Swanton Bomb, crashing across Issac Saine and levelling up this amazing match. The camera pans from one man to the other as the referee checks that both of them are able to continue. Shards of glass cover the broken bodies of both men, neither able to move for the moment, perhaps steadying themselves for the finale. As the aggressor of the move Johnson the first to stir, but not knowing where he is, crawls atop Isaac and goes for the pin.
Dan: Proof positive right there that neither man has a clue what is going on right now.
Billy: Either that, or Johnson REALLY likes Issac Saine.
Johnson rolls off Saine and punches himself in the head a few times, perhaps trying to get his focus back, shaking out the cobwebs. Issac begins to stir and crawls towards a corner as Johnson staggers to the opposite one. Both men look at each other, beaten and bloodied, Issac probably looking the worse for wear, but Johnson having suffered as well. The crowd noise intensifies at they anticipate the final stages of this match, both wrestlers getting their fair share of appreciation from the fans. Issac rubs at his eyes, getting the blood away from them, his hair soaked in a mixture of blood and sweat. Johnson feels at the injuries on his back, the stinging getting a little worse as the match goes on. Suddenly both men surge towards each other to a massive roar from the sold out arena, Saine going for a clothesline which Johnson ducks, before stopping himself from crashing into the turnbuckle. But he doest turn quick enough as Saine comes back with a knee to the back, Johnsons head crashing into the ring post with a sickening thud. As he turns from the agony, Saine moves behind him and places his head in between his arm and body, running across the run and hitting a bulldog on the remains of a splintered table. Johnson’s faces seem to skid across the apron, his face getting sliced from the shards of glass. His face cut to ribbons he howls out, and instinctively claws at his face to try and remove the glass. Saine doesn’t give him the opportunity to rest on his laurels for too long though, hooking his legs and applying a figure four leg lock.
Dan: This match won’t be won on submissions Billy, but Issac clearly trying to ground Johnson, even though Johnson hasn’t managed to mount an aerial assault all night.
Billy: This match hasn’t been about style and grace, this has been pure hardcore…with a side order of pro wrestling occasionally.
Dan: Both men have given their all for the Livewire Title shot and you have to wonder what Jackson Adams is thinking about this.
Billy: He’s thinking that he’s on easy street because neither of these two will be the same, you can count on that.
Realising he won’t win this way Issac releases the hold and stands, stomping down on Johnsons head who covers up to try and escape the attack. Issac kicks Johnson in the back instead, making sure his boots rip down the cuts. He then brings him upright and flips him over his shoulder into the crucifix position. Finally he falls forward, dropping Johnson once more amongst the splinters into the perfect Psychosis Bomb. A resurgent Issac then jumps to his feet and shouts at the top of his voice, the anger there for everyone to hear. He urges Johnson to get to his feet but his opponent cannot move, his exertions literally having gotten the better of him. Issac tries to stand him up but Sean is totally dead weight. Issac laughs and shakes his head, and instead of moving Johnson, slides out the ring and takes another table from under the apron. Unfolding the legs he sets it up at the bottom of the ramp way, before taking another table and setting it up on top of the other. Issac takes a look at his crude tower and then reaches under the mat once more, this time pulling out a steel ladder and sliding it into the ring. Johnson though is now almost mobile and tries to baseball slide once more, this time into the ladder, but Issac sees it coming and gets out the way just in time, the ladder crashing to ring side, almost knocking down Isaac’s construction. Johnson slides to ringside and the pair exchange blows, Isaacs’s power once again getting the better of Johnson. Isaac then whips Johnson into the tower of table but he bounces of it, the wooden frame sturdy enough to stop him from going through it. The tower does topple though and the tables shatter at ringside. Issac doesn’t waste anytime and throws Johnson into the ring, following him and applying a front face lock, which he then applies more pressure into an almost choke. He then stands up, taking Johnson with him and places his hands under Johnsons arms’ lifting him in the air and then pushes Sean forward into a Spine Bomb, Johnson bouncing off the apron. Isaac then points towards the table leaning against the turnbuckle and lifts Johnson to his feet.
Dan: I believe Issac is saying that’s it.
Saine whips Johnson towards the table and turns, thinking that the match is won. But somehow Johnson’s agility allows him to leapfrog and land on the middle strands of the rope with his legs either side of the table. Issac holds his hands high until he realises he didn’t hear the smashing of glass and turning he see whats Johnson did. As Issac charges in, Johnson springs off the ropes doing a back flip and lands behind Issac who just manages to stop himself. Johnson though quick as a flash charges in and before Issac can defend himself he is speared and crashes into the table smashing it into smithereens. Johnson rolls away from the wreckage and to ringside, not knowing which part of his body to hold as the crowd goes nuts.
Dan: Sean Johnson has done it; he has defeated Issac Saine and in doing so…what a match. Amazing agility winning the day, in fact it was probably the only chance Sean Johnson got all match and it was pivotal in his victory.
Billy: He got lucky last week, and this week he did it again. But even I have to admit, it was a heck of a showing from both these men.
As Johnson makes his way around the ring and up the ramp, Issac comes to his senses and realises he has lost. He stands and kicks out at the wreckage of the table before sliding out the ring, the crowd giving him some well merited applause.
DEMANDING AN EXPLANATION
A loud mixed reaction pours through the lips of a very angry crowd at the sight of Orlando Cruze. His face takes up the camera as he moves down a corridor, the one that leads ultimately to the ring. Intensity is deposited upon his features, with an air of arrogance as well. He obviously seems confident as he is dressed and ready to go tonight, prepared for what should be an intense match against newcomer Andrew May. While progressing forward, decked out in his ring gear he fails to notice almost everything around him, driven with one purpose, driven with one goal. That is before his arm is abruptly grabbed by someone, Orlando spinning around and centering his eyes upon none other than Nathan Creed. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of Nathan, who was marching in the opposite direction before he caught the Icon. The Xtreme title glistens over his shoulder while he stares into the face of Orlando with questioning, confused eyes. Orlando just stares back with a grin.
Nathan: Orlando, I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all week man, where have you been?
Orlando’s confident smirk increases.
Orlando: I’ve been busy Nate, working on some side projects, dealing with interviews and questions all week long.
Creed: That’s no excuse, the least you could of done was answer your damn phone once to talk to an age old friend. I needed to hear some answers Cruze, I need to know why you did what you did last week.
Reering his head back, Orlando chuckles loudly before he lowers it and glares intensely into the face of Nathan.
Orlando: Boy, your just like everyone else Nathan. You’re all clamoring for an explanation, you all want to know why Orlando did what he did. Well, Creed, I’ll tell you the same thing I told everyone else....
Orlando digs his finger into the chest of Nathan, who looks down in a rather shocked manner as it pushes into his sternum.
Cruze: You’ll get your answers, when I choose to give them. Now if you’ll excuse me.....
Orlando begins to turn away when Nathan grabs him by the arm, and keeps a hold of him, shaking his head throughout the process. An irate expression befalls the Icon’s face as he turns and looks down at the hand gripping his arm.
Nathan: You owe me more than that Orlando. I’m your best friend for crying out loud, you owe me an explanation and I want it right now.
The anger on Orlando’s face is replaced with arrogance yet again as he pulls his arm free from Nathan’s grasp.
Orlando: Nathan, I don’t owe you shit.
Cruze turns away from Creed and begins to stroll off with a confident swagger while Nathan watches him in confusion. He crosses his arms and begins to shake his head, obviously disappointed in the actions of his long time friend.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
JUMPING THROUGH HOOPS
Isaac staggers through the backstage area, his body badly banged up as he leans against a wall for support. His arm is over his ribs while he slides his shoulder across the white plaster, leaving a red smear upon it, a trail of his own blood. Glass is probably sticking from almost every inch of his ripped up, damaged frame, brutalized by the hell it was just put through in that glass tables match a few moments ago. The Anarchy title is hanging from his hand, glistening as he moves forward slowly, barely able to keep himself standing after the extreme hell he put himself through. Blood is seeping down from his ripped shirt as well while he tries to grip his Anarchy title belt with all of the strength remaining in his trembling hand. Suddenly clapping can be heard as Isaac looks up slowly, his foggy eyes centering on a figure who slowly strolls into the camera’s frame. The fans are booing as Devin Hawk progresses towards Isaac, looking him up and down with a maniacal smirk on his face. Isaac clearly doesn’t have the strength to defend himself if a battle should erupt.
Devin: Wow Isaac, just wow, congratulations on that blood bath. Talk about a sick match, that even sent chills down my spine...
Hawk continues to grin while he glares at Isaac, who’s eyes tell the entire story of the apathy he feels over Devin’s presence. He balls up his fist now, ready to fight even though he is barely able to stand.
Isaac: Let me guess, you were sent to finish off what’s left me?
Devin acts offended by the comment.
Devin: Finish off what’s left of you, heavens no, I wouldn’t dream of it. I respect the way you were able to fight so valiantly yet fail to miserably, that showed a lot of determination, a lot of skill, a lot of heart. I just wanted to give you some props is all.
Devin playfully slaps Isaac on the shoulder and turns away from him before stopping and spinning around abruptly to face him again. He snaps his fingers as he glares at the almost lifeless Isaac Saine.
Hawk: Oh yeah, but there is one other little thing Isaac, a message that Jackson wanted me to personally give to you, and that’s this. Next week, he’s decided to book a match, where he’s graciously giving you one more shot to become number one contender for the Livewire title, hahahaha..
Isaac begins to stand up straight, fury setting into his frame at the thought of this.
Devin: That’s right Isaac, next week on Annihilation, it’s going to be you, versus.....
Devin looks around to build up suspense before hitting his chest with two fingers.
Hawk: Me! And if you lose, you don’t get your shot at the Livewire title, hahaha.
Isaac’s body shakes from anger, especially after the hell he just went through in order to get his shot at the belt back.
Isaac: You know what Devin, that’s fine. Tell Jackson he can keep booking me in these matches, because I’ll keep coming out on top. Nothing will stop me from becoming the Livewire Champion again, nothing, especially not you...
Isaac strikes Devin’s chest with his finger as Hawk steps back grinning.
Devin: Okay, I’ll relay the message, but um, I’ve got one last little thing to warn you about. I may have just told you that I didn’t want to fight you, but I’m pretty sure he does.
Devin points over Isaac’s shoulder when he spins around to face none other than Eddie Vines holding a mirror. He steps in before Isaac can react and busts the mirror over top of his head, glass being sent flying everywhere with Devin stepping back laughing. Isaac is knocked down hard to the floor as with glass scattered around his head as Devin now motions for someone, a referee stepping in and dropping to the ground. Eddie falls into the cover on Isaac.
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Everyone in the arena boos loudly as Vines stands up and grabs the Anarchy championship off the ground, hopping to his feet and thrusting the belt over his shoulder. He takes off running now while Devin watches the whole thing, laughing his ass off then bending forward to get in the laid out Isaac’s face.
Hawk: If you think you’ve been through hell yet Isaac, there’s still three weeks left till War of the Worlds, hahahaha.
Devin stands up and backs away, laughing loudly in a demonic manner while Isaac remains on his back, busted open badly with glass lying all around his head.
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. ANDREW MAY
The show comes back live with the camera focused on the entry way.
Dan: Man, can you believe the actions of Orlando Cruze, the way he just talked to his long time friend Nathan Creed?
Mayne: It was refreshing to hear Orlando say something that made sense for a change. He doesn’t owe Nathan anything, Creed owes Cruze his entire career basically if you ask me.
Dan: Well, feel free to argue the point, although you’ll lose.
Planet Hell hits the PA system with the crowd cheering slightly, Andrew May stepping through the curtains and punching the air as he heads towards the ring. Laser lights shine over his back in the direction of the squared circle as he bolts down the ramp and slides into the ring. He hops onto his feet and turns in circles, pointing over the crazed crowd in the process.
Douglas: Here’s this top young prospect, this very talented Andrew May, who made a hell of a splash last week on Annihilation when he defeated Ryan Mills.
Mayne: He’s definitely shown some potential, I’ll give him that, but he’s still got a lot to prove, and this match will certainly be a fair testing ground for his abilities.
Dan: Indeed, if he can last in there with Orlando, it will speak volumes for just how talented this young man is.
Andrew is warming up in the ring, getting ready for the battle of attrition he is about to face against the wise, crafty, and changed veteran Orlando Cruze. 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 amongst boos and cheers from the crowd, many still unsure how to receive him after he stabbed Desolation in the back last week. He rises onto the apron and stares out over the fans with a smirk on his face.
Douglas: I still do not understand why Orlando did it. He offered some explanations throughout the week, but I just don’t get why he did what he did to Desolation. His actions were inexcusable!
Mayne: He did what he had to do to make an impact Dan. He’s certainly got the whole world talking about him again that’s for sure.
Everyone is standing up in an outraged state while Orlando stares forward directly into the face of Andrew May, who nods with a confident smirk on his face in the direction of the Icon. He now turns away from Cruze and begins to be checked for weapons when Cruze rushes forward, blasting Andrew over the back with a forearm strike. The shot knocks Andrew forward into the cables, turning around to face Orlando with the fans booing as Cruze pops him across the jaw, then does it once again. The young star is grabbed by the back of the head and pulled forward when Orlando connects with a stiff European Uppercut that knocks him backwards into the cables. He hits them spine first and then steps forward when Orlando unleashes a grunt and chops him stiffly across the chest. Andrew is knocked down to the canvas with the fans groaning in impact as May turns onto his knees, looking to be in pain while Orlando rushes forward and pops him across the side of the head with a boot shot. Andrew turns and falls onto his back upon the canvas while Orlando turns and rushes into the ropes back first again. He comes back in and jumps into the air, coming down with a knee drop into the face of May, causing his body to kick up into the air.
The Icon stands up now and slides his hands into the hair of Andrew, turning him onto his knees and getting into his face.
Cruze: Welcome to the ULW you sorry sack of shit!
Orlando stands up straight and stomps the side of Andrew’s head viciously, causing him to fall onto his back. He wraps his head around his noggin while Orlando drops an elbow into his chest then stands up and connects with another elbow to his sternum. The Icon rises and hits one more elbow straight to his chest cavity while May goes into convulsions on the canvas, trying to turn away from him.
Mayne: We are really seeing a new side of Orlando Cruze here tonight, he is just viciously assaulting this kid.
Douglas: I do not like the actions of Orlando here, he’s brutalizing Andrew May after attacking him from behind. I’ve never seen him this intense.
Andrew is lying on his chest as Orlando steps in and puts both feet on the back of his head. He grabs the top cable, and pushes down with his feet brutally into the back of Andrew’s head, almost squashing it as May kicks his legs and yells out in pain. He tries his best to free himself from the hold with the referee starting a five count. He reaches four and a half before Orlando steps off and grabs May by the hair, continuing to throw around the young talent as he sits his throat on the second rope. He now buries his knee into the back of Andrew’s head, pushing his throat down into the cable, choking him as the official starts a five count. Orlando takes his knee away from the back of May’s head and now steps up onto the back of his neck. He grabs the top rope to hold himself up while pushing down with his feet into the back of Andrew’s head, further choking him against the cables. The crowd is booing loudly as the official starts another five count, reaching four before Orlando breaks the hold and grabs Andrew by the hair.
He forces him to his feet and delivers a stiff forearm shiver into the side of his head. The blow knocks Andrew into a spin with his back facing Cruze, who buries his shoulder into his spine and then hoists him up into the air. Orlando drops back into a huge back drop driver, slamming the body of Andrew viciously into the canvas. May sits up, yelling out in pain from the collision when Orlando gets up behind him, still appearing ever intense as he reaches down with his hands and digs his fingers into both sides of Andrew’s mouth. He fish hooks both sides of Andrew’s mouth, pulling back on them with a very agitated, furious expression on his face. May yells out in pain as both sides of his mouth are almost ripped apart, suddenly Cruze breaks the hold and hits him with a hard forearm strike to the side of the face. Andrew rolls away from Cruze, holding his mouth while Orlando steps up towards him, fuming in an outraged state. He stomps Andrew to the back of the head, knocking him down before the newcomer tries to push himself up again.
Orlando: You don’t come into my house and try to make an impact at my expense you son of a bitch!
Cruze slaps Andrew on the back of the head, then does it once again.
Dan: Orlando just imposing his will on this young Andrew May, this is ridiculous.
Mayne: Hahaha, this is weird, for once I actually respect the actions of Cruze here.
Douglas: Why must you gush over every single bad guy?
Orlando steps towards Andrew once more when May shoots up off his knees and pops Cruze to the gut with a right hand. He then dives forward and hits Orlando to the gut with his forehead. He dives off his knees and connects with another headbunt to the mid-section of Orlando, causing him to bend forward with the fans going nuts. Andrew stands up and wraps his hands around the back of Orlando’s head, dropping to his knees and connecting with a jaw breaker. Orlando stands up straight, looking dazed from the impact while Andrew stands up and then springs into the air. He plants Cruze to the chest with a stiff dropkick that causes the crowd to react proudly. The shot takes Orlando down to the canvas hard as he rolls across the ring onto his elbows and knees. He begins to stand up when Andrew steps in and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike, then does it again with the other arm. He seems to be getting all fired up and emotional as Andrew chops the Icon hard across the chest, backing him up into the turnbuckle. Orlando’s arms fall over the cables when Andrew steps in and unleashes a roar as he chops him across the chest once again. A “woo” is heard from the crowd as saliva spills from the foaming mouth of the energetic Andrew, grabbing Cruze by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Orlando reverse it though and instead sends Andrew into the turnbuckle.
May turns and hits it back first hard when Orlando bolts across the ring like a train when Andrew gets his foot up into the face of the Icon. It smacks into the face of Cruze, who staggers backwards with a very dazed expression on his face, Andrew pulling himself up backwards onto the turnbuckle. He now jumps off with an attempted crossbody when Orlando catches him across his chest and swings around into a brutal powerslam. Andrew’s back hits the ring violently while Cruze falls into the cover, burying his forearm into the features of May.
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Orlando rises to his knees suddenly and grabs Andrew by the hair, pulling his shoulders off the canvas. A huge grin forms on his face while the fans boo, realizing that Orlando is trying to prolong this beating upon the new comer to the ULW.
Douglas: Oh come on, not saying that Cruze would have had the three count on that exchange, but he’s not even trying to win this match it seems, it’s almost like he’s trying to make an example out of Andrew May.
Mayne: He’s using this man as a punching bag to get all his frustrations out after putting up with years of torment by Desolation.
Orlando pulls Andrew up onto his knees and slaps on a front gantry. He drags Andrew to his feet and snaps over backwards into a hard vertical suplex, May striking the canvas across his spine. Orlando holds on and rolls over onto his knees, pulling Andrew with him into a kneeling base. He forces Andrew up onto his feet and then steps to his side, locking his arms around his waist and then dropping in reverse. He flips Andrew over into a side suplex, May crashing into the canvas across his back and then sitting up as he yells in pain. Orlando stands up and begins slapping his chest with a confident smirk on his face as he overlooks the crowd, who is booing him with anger, while his loyal fans sit back, not knowing what to think of his actions. Orlando steps forward and connects with a kick to the back of May’s head, causing him to groan in pain as he rolls onto his knees. Orlando pinches his nose and waves his other hand in front of it while motioning towards Andrew, standing that he’s stinking up the place.
Suddenly Andrew throws a forearm upward into the groin of Cruze, hitting him with a low blow which the official immediately admonishes him for. Cruze leans forward, grabbing himself when Andrew forces himself up onto his feet, wrapping his hands around the back of Orlando’s head. He jumps into the air and gets his knee up as he falls onto his back, pulling Orlando’s face down into his shin. The collision causes Orlando to bounce off and stagger a bit as Andrew gets to his feet and then rushes forward. He jumps into the air and connects with a spinning heel kick to the chest of Cruze, taking him off of his feet and down to the canvas. Andrew gets to his elbows and knees, with the fans screaming loudly. He rushes across the ring and jumps onto the second rope now, springing off and flying backwards into a moonsault straight across the chest and stomach of Orlando with the fans absolutely going insane.
Douglas: What a combination by Andrew May! Can he score the upset here!?! Can he beat the former Champion in his second match!?!
Mayne: This would be unprecedented!
Andrew dives forward into the cover quickly, hooking the leg of Orlando with the fans all standing, counting along.
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Orlando kicks out to the dismay of everyone in the arena, including Andrew who sits up on the canvas, thinking he had the former World Champion defeated already in this contest. He gets to his feet and slides his hands into the hair of Orlando, rolling him onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet as he slaps his arm around his neck, and drops in reverse. He connects with a DDT that slams Orlando hard head first into the canvas before he rolls onto his back, barely moving. Andrew forces himself onto his feet and begins to approach the turnbuckle, scaling it quickly with his spine facing Orlando, who is still out of it. Andrew gets to the top rope with his back aimed towards Orlando when he dives off, flipping through the air with another moonsault. The big attempt misses when Orlando rolls out of the way, Andrew crashing into the canvas violently and popping up onto his hands and knees. He reaches for his mid-section in pain while groaning while Orlando steps in and kicks him hard to the chest with a violent strike. Andrew shouts out in pain before Orlando steps to his side and then bolts forward, hitting a stiff knee lift to the jaw of May, knocking him onto his back once more.
Orlando plants his feet while bending forward, looking for the Rock Bottom now as Andrew begins to turn, getting onto his elbows and knees, trying to force himself up onto his feet. His body seems to be killing him as he rises all the way to his feet and turns towards Cruze, who steps in and places his arm over his chest, looking for that Rock Bottom. The crowd is shocked as Andrew turns around out of it though, getting behind Orlando and hooking both of his arms up before dropping in reverse with a dragon suplex. The back of Cruze’s shoulders hit the canvas with Andrew bridging over in reverse into the pin.
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Orlando kicks out with the fans screaming once more, falling onto his elbows and knees while a shocked Andrew rises to his feet quickly. As soon as he gets up though, Orlando rises to his feet and catches him around the chest, hoisting him up into the air and delivering the Rock Bottom. The fans scream in anger as Andrew is driven hard into the canvas with the move, Orlando remaining in a kneeling position beside him. He crawls quickly into the cover, hooking the leg of Andrew with the fans screaming in anger.
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Everyone begins to boo as Orlando rolls off of Andrew and gets onto his side, a confident grin stretched across his face.
Douglas: Dammit, Orlando caught Andrew with that Rock Bottom and finished him off in this quick, intense match up!
Mayne: I’m surprised how close Andrew came to beating Orlando on so many occasions in this match.
Orlando stands up, appearing winded by this intense match up while Andrew turns away from Cruze, reaching for his spine after the hard impact of the move. That same confident grin rests on Orlando’s features as he stands up, glaring around at the fans who don’t appear pleased with him whatsoever. Orlando turns towards Andrew, who has turned onto his elbows and knees, trying to force himself up onto his feet. Orlando steps over him, placing his fists to his hips and shaking his head, looking as if he has bad intentions for the young man. Suddenly the fans begin to cheer though as into the ring slides none other than Nathan Creed, the Xtreme Champion stepping towards Cruze quickly. He grabs Orlando by the shoulder and spins him around, getting right into his face.
Mayne: Uh oh, what is this all about now? Why is Nathan standing out here getting into the face of Orlando Cruze?
Douglas: He’s just as disappointed in Orlando as the rest of us, and he wants answers dammit. We all deserve them.
Orlando glares into the intense eyes of Nathan, who has his Xtreme title over his shoulder, Creed demanding an answer. The Icon continues to gaze upon him before he grins and begins to step around Nathan, who grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around, continuing to shout into his face. Orlando just gazes at Nathan for a second before smirking once more at the intense expression on the Xtreme Champ’s face. He now sticks his palm over Nathan’s face and shoves him backwards before turning and exiting the ring through the ropes. Nathan steps backwards, appearing very disrespected while grabbing his jaw, not liking the fact that he was just pie faced by the Icon whatsoever.
Douglas: Oh what a disrespectful act by Orlando, pie facing Nathan Creed and leaving the ring with no excuse for his actions. What is Orlando Cruze becoming?
Mayne: Something a lot more interesting Dan.
Orlando backs up the ramp, pointing at Nathan and mouthing that he’ll answer his questions when he wants to. Creed trembles in anger as he gazes upon his friend, then turns and grabs Andrew around the arm, helping May to his feet while patting him on the shoulder. Nathan and Cruze keep their eyes locked however, neither man refusing to take them off one another.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
IMPENDING VIOLENCE
There is no usual grin on the face of Susie Moore as she stands in front of the ULW symbol, staring forward with her usual innocence and befuddlement. On this occasion though she seems a little more serious while lurking in the interview area, as if she is under some type of duress.
Susie: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome..... Hurse!
Into the camera’s frame strolls the Submission Champion without his belt, getting a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. He is covered in sweat as he paces in front of the camera and then turns, pacing in the other direction. He has a very intense aura about him, driven, frustrated, irate over all that transpired last week and tonight. He still has the leather strap in his hand as he continues to pace, not saying a word. Susie bats her eyes in confusion as he walks past her one more time and then snatches the microphone quickly from her hand, lifting it to his mouth. He stares towards the camera, bleeding through the bandage on his forehead a bit. Veins are sticking from his temples as he breaths heavily, in a very intense fashion.
Hurse: Too Magnificent! Too Magnificent!! You stupid son of a bitch! What were you thinking, what were you thinking!?!
Spit flies from the mouth of Hurse as he trembles from his anger, at the point of implosion.
Hurse: What were you thinking making the biggest mistake of your entire life!?! I’m not talking about joining the Alpha Generation, although that was probably your second most ignorant decision. I’m talking about how you took that chair and you cracked it so violently over my head!!
Hurse slams one fist into the palm of his other hand, squeezing the strap tightly.
Hurse: After all that time I spent carrying you, after all that time I spent trying to make you something you weren’t, an actual star in this business, you spat in my face, you ended our alliance in one fatal error. Believe me, it’s going to be a very costly error Too Mag, an error that ends with the ending of your career! Because there’s going to be repercussions for your actions, repercussions such as me, challenging you to a match at War of the Worlds. Hurse vs. Too Magnificent, no rules, anything goes! A match that will not end until one of us is DEAD!!
Hurse is foaming at the mouth almost as his body shakes with anger, about to absolutely explode as he anticipates obtaining his vengeance on his former tag team partner Too Magnificent.
Wow, such intensity, such anger......
The crowd immediately begins to boo as none other than Orlando Cruze strolls into the camera’s frame now, covered in sweat, still exhausted from that intense battle with Andrew May just a few moments ago. He glares at the Submission Champion, while shaking his head confidently.
Orlando: You should chill out Hurse, take what Too Magnificent did to you with a grain of salt, understand his motives for a change instead of being as selfish as Desolation. After all, he brought on what happened to himself, just like you did by constantly trying to steal Too Magnificent’s thunder....
Orlando grins with arrogance while Hurse turns towards him, still sweating profusely and looking irate as he steps up into the face of the former three time World Champion. Both men are eye to eye, neither of them backing down with Hurse appearing more intense than ever before.
Hurse: I guess you back stabbers like to stick together. Since you want to speak for Too Magnificent, then maybe you’d like to fight for him too. You, me, next week on Annihilation. I’ll make an example out of you, and get just a small measure of revenge for what your classless act against Desolation, you son of a bitch....
Hurse bumps shoulders with Orlando as he marches past him, Cruze turning to watch him leave with that same confident smirk on his face. He rubs his jaw while almost laughing at the behavior of the Submission Champion.
Orlando: Hahaha, Hurse, calling me a back stabber? If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black, I don’t know what is.
Orlando looks over his shoulder at Susie to make sure the mic is lifted towards his lips, which it is.
Cruze: The only person who’s going to be made an example of next week, is Hurse, hahaha.
Orlando face becomes intense immediately while he watches Hurse stroll away in anger.
THE WAR WAGES
Douglas: So much going on backstage here tonight on what has been a wild show thus far.
Mayne: Yeah, it certainly has been insanity throughout the night. I mean, can you believe Hurse is sticking up for Desolation, he’s actually challenged Orlando to a match next week. What’s up with the man? First he takes the fight to SCW, and now he’s taking the fight to Cruze...
Dan: Don’t even get me started on SCW, especially with Killjoy in the building live tonight.
All of a sudden the camera pan to the crowd as Killjoy makes his way through the crowd. Killjoy easily makes his way to the security railing and jumps over it. He heads right over to the commentary table where he grabs a mic before rolling into the ring. The crowd boos Killjoy as he stands once more inside the ULW ring.
Douglas: Speak of the devil, what the hell is this sell out doing here?
Killjoy: “Yeah, yeah; shut your mouths you bunch of ingrates. Now you know the deal by now. ULW came into the SCW ring and had a go at their roster. At the time I was happily out there in the crowd, finally out of this business. But because ULW came into SCW’s ring and asked for a war, SCW came to me and asked me to lead the charge because as we all know, I’m a ULW Hall of Famer, a former ULW heavyweight champion and one of the best wrestlers ULW ever had till they decided to fuck me around. So guess what? I’m here in the name of SCW to return fire.”
Mayne: Get out of our building you worthless piece of slime!
Killjoy marches back and forth, listening to the loyal ULW fans booing him viciously.
Killjoy: “Now earlier tonight you saw me come face to face with Nathan Creed; but before we could get into it, security came in and decided to try and eject me from the building. But as you can see, they weren’t that successful. So guess what, I’m calling anyone from ULW who wants a shot at me to come down here and take it.”
Killjoy throws the mic aside and takes off his jacket to show off his SCW T-shirt. After a few seconds, Nathan Creed charges down to the ring and starts brawling with Killjoy. Killjoy answers back with every punch Creed lays into him. After a few seconds, Killjoy looks to be getting the upper hand; but that is squashed when Bitchcakes McPhee and Ryan Mills make their ways down to the ring and start pounding away on Killjoy too. It only takes them a minute to get Killjoy down on his knees and bleeding. McPhee and Mills hold one of Killjoy’s arms while Creed lays kicks into Killjoy’s face; the entire time Killjoy continues to mouth off to all of them. When the three think Killjoy has had enough, they motion for others to come out. Hurse makes his way out onto the rampway with a mic in hand. But before he says anything, Robin comes down and whispers something into Hurse’s ear that seems to make him stop dead in his tracks.
Hurse: “Let him go.”
The other three look at Hurse puzzled. Hurse waves for them to let Killjoy go as he enters the ring. The other three shrug and let Killjoy go. Killjoy stands up, kinda shaky from the beating. Hurse doesn’t do anything to Killjoy, but Robin walks right up to Killjoy and slaps him in the face. Hurse kicks Killjoy in the gut till Killjoy is out of the ring. Killjoy rolls over the security railing and makes his way slowly through the crowd.
Hurse: “Go back to SCW with the rest of the second rate trash. But I’ll tell you this, anytime you want to get your ass handed to you again, you come right on back here and we’ll hand it to you; you and a few of those SCW idiots. Say… Three more of them… If you get my drift.”
Killjoy nods in agreement as he disappears through the crowd.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
TITLES, TITLES EVERYWHERE
The door leading to the Alpha Generation dressing room flies open as Jericho strolls out from the interior. Jericho Dylan marches through the backstage area, running his hands over his head in a very flustered state over the fact that he just lost that very intense match with Desolation, coming within seconds of winning the World title. His mind seems to still be focused on what happened, incredibly agitated by the loss, and coming so close to ending Desolation’s winning streak. As he marches down the corridor in his Alpha Generation t-shirt, a very busted up Sean Johnson staggers into the scene, holding his arm over his chest and taking several deep breaths. He leans palm first against a wall, using it for support while blood cascades down his body. Jericho glances at him in confusion as Johnson stumbles up in front of him, trying to keep his legs beneath his brutalized frame.
Johnson: Hey, Jericho dude, I got to talk to talk to you, or Adams about what happened out there a few minutes ago in my match with Isaac.
Sean coughs a bit, finding that he has some internal injuries perhaps while Jericho wears an agitated expression on his tilted face.
Jericho: What are you talking about man?
Johnson continues to double over in pain while gripping his very banged up, battered mid-section, blood dribbling from the side of his mouth. Confusion fills his features.
Sean: What am I talking about? The deal that Jackson made with me, he said if I beat Isaac Saine, I get his Livewire title shot at War of the Worlds.
A chuckle escapes the mouth of Jericho while he rubs at his jaw slowly.
Dylan: Really? Well guess what Johnson, if you haven’t guessed by now, the Alpha Generation has no principles whatsoever. I talked to Adams just a few moments ago while we watched you get your ass kicked in that match, and we’ve decided that you don’t deserve a Livewire title shot, hahaha.
Johnson acts taken aback, stunned by this revelation after he fought so valiantly in that match.
Johnson: What!?! After all I just went through!?! What about our deal?
Jericho shrugs his shoulder and acts ignorant.
Jericho: What deal? I’m sure Jackson would say the same thing. We don’t recall making any deal with you Johnson. And if we did, you should rest assure that the Alpha Generation certainly wouldn’t be forced to abide by it. Now get out of my way.
Jericho bumps into Johnson’s shoulder and keeps marching on with arrogance as Sean watches, his jaw dropped with blood seeping from it. He can’t seem to believe that he put in the work and yet the Alpha Generation are welching on their agreement. He slides his hands into his hair before somebody rushes past him quickly.
Out of my way mother fucker!!
Eddie Vines charges past with the Anarchy title in his clutches, nervously looking over his shoulders, for anyone who might be coming after him or his title. Johnson steps back in confusion while Eddie continues to rush down the corridor, the camera switching in front of him as he makes his way towards a corner. As he steps towards it an metal bat comes out from around the corner and strikes Eddie directly in his face. The crowd in the inside of the arena groans as Eddie is knocked onto his back, looking unconscious from the shot as none other than Andrew May reveals himself from off to the side of the camera, holding the bat. He throws it down quickly and drops into the cover, hooking Eddie’s leg as an official comes into the frame and drops down, making the count.
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Everyone erupts into cheers on the inside of the arena as Andrew rises to his knees and grabs the Anarchy title, looking ecstatic. He jumps to his feet and begins to hop up and down with the belt in his hands before he thrusts it over his shoulder.
Andrew: I did it, I did it! I’m the new Champion, hahaha. I may not have beat Orlando, but I’m still leaving here a winner. Yes!
May suddenly stops celebrating and does a shifty eye routine, looking around in a worried state. He takes the belt and sticks it up under his shirt now so that nobody can see it and begins to whistle as he starts to walk away.
Sean: Hey Andrew, come here a second...
The busted up Johnson steps forward, holding his ribs and bleeding as he lifts a finger and motions for Andrew to step towards him. He wears a smile on his face as he stops beside a collection of steel bars leaning against a wall. He grabs one and puts it behind his back, as Andrew turns and spots this with wide eyes. He yelps and rushes away with Johnson rushing after him, still holding the pipe.
Johnson: Come on pal, I just want to talk.
Sean rushes after Andrew and his newly won Anarchy championship.
NATHAN CREED VS. JACKSON ADAMS ©
LIVEWIRE TITLE, STEEL CHAIN MATCH
The camera comes back to the ring where head Annihilation official, Alex Ingelson is standing with a chain wrapped around his arm, two collars attached at separate ends.
Douglas: With all the insanity running rapid backstage, the time has come for the main event we’ve all been waiting for.
Mayne: Prepare yourselves ladies and gentlemen, for brutality unlike you’ve ever seen, the end of a feud, the end of an era between Jackson Adams and Nathan Creed. I cannot wait, it’s going to be as satisfying to watch Adams beat Nathan, as it was for Killjoy to get his ass kicked by ULW.
Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena
“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”
The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match
Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, the time is here, the time is now, and Nathan knows it. This is the final chapter between himself and Jackson Adams, this is the end of a historic, long lasting rivalry over that Livewire Championship.
Mayne: Enough of the build up Dan, enough talking about Nathan, and the hatred he has for Adams, we’re about to see that hatred come full circle right here in this match. We’re about to see all of Creed’s lust for vengeance lead to his demise yet again, just like in the ladder match at Retribution.
Douglas: Oh come off it now, he was screwed over in that match dammit!
Nathan stands in the ring with a furious expression on his face as he grabs the chain and immediately locks the collar around his neck, looking ready to get this thing started, very eager. The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams steps through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features with the Livewire title around his waist. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. He reaches the steps and walks up them slowly, walking along the ring apron now, he stops and takes one last look up the ramp and at the crowd before wiping his feet cockily on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. As he walks to the center of the ring he lifts his arms as if he was accepting the loud chorus of boos from the crowd, as he slowly spins in a circle and the lights return to normal. He removes his belt now and hands it to the official before taking the collar from the hand of the referee. He hesitantly begins to put it around his neck.
Douglas: Jackson certainly doesn’t look as eager to get this match started as Nathan.
Mayne: This title defense is bullshit Dan. Adams shouldn’t have to put his title on the line against Nathan.
The chain connects both men together, neither of them taking their eyes off of one another, glaring intensely into the other’s face. The bell sounds in the background as the official checks on the chain, making sure that both rivals are connected and ready to go. He motions for the bell now as Nathan and Adams begin to step around one another slowly. The fans very interested in seeing how this one goes. They stare maniacally into each other’s eyes when Adams turns away from Creed and begins to jaw jack with someone in the audience. Nathan grabs the chain now and pulls Adams forward straight at him into a brutal knife edge chop across his chest. The crowd screams with delight as Jackson is knocked to the canvas, scrambling quickly to his feet. Nathan moves in and connects with a brutal European Uppercut to his jaw with the fans going nuts as Jackson is sent crashing into the canvas once more.
Jackson rolls away from Nathan and begins to crawl away from Creed when the Future grabs the chain and pulls the slack towards him. He now yanks back hard on the chain, causing Adams to rise to his knees as he’s dragged in reverse, reaching for the collar which is choking him. He turns and begins to be pulled with a crawl towards Nathan, who steps in and stomps him to the forehead. He then slaps on a front gantry upon Adams and pulls him to his feet before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him hard across the ring, straight into the turnbuckle. Adams strikes it hard back first when Nathan begins to charge in, a very intense expression on his face. Suddenly Adams grabs the chain and wraps it around his fist, slugging Creed in the face with it as he gets within a few inches. The shot causes Nathan to stagger backwards, grabbing his forehead from the chain strike when Jackson uses both sides of the chain to extend it out between his arms and rush forward. He clotheslines Nathan down to the canvas with the chain, sending him crashing into the canvas with the fans booing furiously now, realizing that Adams is on the advantage.
Billy: Hahaha, Jackson seizing control of this chain match.
Douglas: Adams once again taking advantage of Nathan’s determination to destroy him at all cost.
Nathan grips his throat as he rolls onto his knees, Jackson stepping in and stomping him brutally to the forehead. He then grabs the chain and begins to wrap it around his leg as Nathan pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, trying to get up. With his leg covered by the chain, Adams rushes in and gives him a hard knee lift directly to the face. Creed stands up straight, grabbing his forehead after taking the strike from the chain while he backs up in the direction of the cables. His forehead is battered as Nathan holds his cranium in pain yet remains standing. Adams takes the chain away from his leg and now begins to wrap it around his arm instead, going for another lariat as he charges at Creed. Nathan ducks out of the way of it though and then wraps his arms around the back of Adams. He charges him straight at the ropes chest first, but Jackson holds onto them, keeping from being hit with a reverse roll attempt into the pin. Jackson keeps a hold of the cables as Nathan rolls over in reverse straight onto his feet and then turns around. As soon as he tilts his head, Nathan charges in and blasts him brutally across the face with a brutal, disturbing big boot.
The crowd groans loudly, the sound of the impact echoing throughout the arena as Jackson spills through the cables. He crashes onto the mats across his back with the fans still screaming, getting to his hands and knees. He shakes his head from the impact while forcing his legs beneath him as he turns towards the ring where Nathan is standing. Creed rushes across the squared circle and flies through the ropes now, straight at Adams, catching him with a suicide dive headbunt, knocking both men down hard to the mats. Jackson rolls onto his side, holding his face while Nathan spills onto the mats at his side, beginning to force himself up onto his feet.
Douglas: What brutality thus far in this match, Nathan connecting with one of the stiffest big boots I’ve ever seen or heard and following it up with that death defying flying headbunt. He’s got Adams reeling once again.
Mayne: Come on Adams, get up, lead by example!
Adams rises to his feet slowly as Nathan grabs the chain, beating him to the punch. He pulls the chain towards him and delivers a lariat, taking Jackson down tot he mats once more. Jackson rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up while Nathan wraps the chain around his hand now, waiting for Adams to get up. As soon as JA does, Nathan steps in and chops him across the chest with the chain wrapped hand. Jackson shouts out in pain as he stumbles backwards, Nathan moving in and chopping him across the sternum once more with the chain wrapped hand. JA is in anguish as he turns away from Creed, stumbling towards the turnbuckle. The Future steps up behind Nathan, blasting him over the back with a forearm strike, and then does it once more. The crowd cheering on the sight of this, before Nathan grabs Adams by the back of the head, rushing him straight at the turnbuckle. He then throws him face first into the post, bashing off it before turning around to face Creed as he backs into the apron. The crowd is still going nuts when Nathan rushes forward, pulling the chain out between his arms and using it to lariat the throat of JA. The shot knocks him over the barricade and into the crowd across his side, hitting the cement hard.
The fans clear out of the way while going nuts as Adams gets to his elbows and knees, his sternum lacerated, welted by the chops from the chain. He crawls away from Nathan who steps over the barricade into the fans, everyone still cheering loudly, caught up in the high emotions of this brutal battle. Nathan lifts part of the chain into the air and slaps Adams over the back with it, causing Jackson to rise to his knees and yell out in tremendous pain. Nathan now takes the chain and wraps it around his throat, pulling back on it and choking JA brutally as the champion tries to pull it away from his neck. The fans are screaming as Jackson’s face becomes blood red, gasping for air as a demented Nathan strangles him brutally with the chain. He tries his best to pull the chain away before Nathan grabs him by the back of the head, forcing him onto his feet. He shouts for one of the fans to clear out of their seat as the chubby young lass does so, leaving her steel chair exposed. Nathan slings the face of Adams downward, directly into the chair. JA bounces off and turns away from the Future, staggering through the fans and shoving them out of his way. He tries to get away from Creed as he picks up the chair now and throws it directly into the back of Adams, who yells at the top of his lungs once more. The chair collapses onto the concrete while Adams arches his back and continues to stumble forward, shouting out in pain.
Nathan wraps the chain around his fist now, balling it up as he steps towards Adams, who turns around and gets slugged across the forehead with the steel mass. The chain strikes him hard to the scalp, taking him off of his feet with the fans cheering loudly. Adams collapses onto his back, holding his forehead in pain as he turns onto his knees, Nathan grabbing him around the jaw and pulling him up onto his knees. He begins to slug him repeatedly in the forehead with the chain laced fist, badly striking him to the scalp again and again and again. The forehead of Adams is now lacerated, sending blood oozing down his features. Adams is shouting in pain with each brutal strike to his skull when Nathan turns towards one of the fans and demands they hand his chair now. The pint sized fan gladly does so as Nathan takes it from him and folds it up, turning towards the busted open Adams, who is holding his bloodied forehead. Creed turns the chair and drives the top of it directly into Jackson’s gut, causing him to bend forward and yell out in anguish before Nathan lifts the chair into the air and bashes it brutally over his back. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena as Adams falls to his knees and grinds his teeth, arching his back with his forehead sending blood gushing down his face.
Mayne: My God, Nathan is a sadist, he’s just brutalizing Adams for no good reason.
Douglas: He’s got plenty of good reason to beat the hell out of this man, does nobody recall the 6 months of hell that Adams has put Creed through?
Jackson crawls away from Creed slowly, bleeding and battered as Nathan keeps after him with the chair gripped tightly. The banged up Adams crawls through the fans and begins to stand up, utilizing the barricade in order to do so. As his busted open features turn towards Nathan, the chair is swung very violently over his head, the steel crashing with tremendous force over his cranium, almost cracking his skull. The sound of the chair strike resembles that of a gun shot, the steel mass bending, almost breaking as Adams spills over the barricade backwards. He crashes onto the mats across his back, bleeding heavily, the crimson fluid running down his face in heavy amounts.
Billy: JESUS! What a chair shot!!
Douglas: That was deranged!!
Adams is lying on his back, panting with blood running down his face and the chain still connecting the two. Nathan throws the chair over the barricade to the ringside area before stepping over himself, staying on his illusive opponent. Adams gets to a crawling base and moves towards the steps, with a river of crimson liquid fluidly dripping from his face. Nathan grabs him by the back of the head and pulls it back before slamming him face first into the stairs, then dragging it back while Adams is kneeling and driving his head square into the steel yet again. Adams tries to cover up to the best of his abilities, yet is unable to do so as Nathan now puts the Champion’s head on the stairs and leaves it there, approaching a chair and picking it up. He folds the chair and turns towards Adams, lifting it into the air and then swinging it down violently into the stairs, trying to sandwich the head of Jackson with it, only for him to move out of the way at the last second. The chair bashes brutally into the stairs with a loud echo as Adams gets to a crawling base and then forces himself to his feet before rolling into the ring. His head is dripping blood everywhere as Nathan throws the chair over the ropes and into the squared circle. He now grabs the banner hanging from the apron and throws it up before reaching under the ring. The crowd begins to scream as an already tired Creed drags out a table covered in barbwire.
Douglas: This match has just been kicked up a notch here ladies and gentlemen!
Mayne: Oh dear God. Not a table now!
Nathan lifts the table up, being careful to avoid the barbwire before he sets up at ringside, getting it perfectly positioned. He rolls under the ropes into the ring while Adams is standing up by holding the cables, trying to get as far away from the challenger as possible. Nathan grabs the slack of the chain though once more and pulls back on it with force, causing JA to spin around and be pulled towards him once more. He is incapable of escaping as Nathan chops him with force across the chest, leaving a red streak upon his sternum. Nathan chops him with tremendous stiffness again, causing Jackson to crash into the canvas as he looks almost dead due to the amount of blood that he’s lost. He rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up as Nathan wraps the chain around his fist for a second time and steps in front of him. He drops down to his knees while punching Jackson to the face with the chain wrapped fist, knocking him onto his back, with the crowd cheering, enjoying the sight of Adams getting his ass absolutely handed to him.
Nathan stands up and slides his hands into the blood smeared hair of Jackson, rolling him onto his knees and burying his head between his legs before reaching down and hooking up both of his arms. He now turns to face the barbwire wrapped table at ringside while gazing around at the sold out crowd. He nods with blood gushing down his face, getting a tremendous reaction from the crowd, who realizes what he’s about to do. Nathan now lifts Jackson up into the air and onto his shoulder into an awesome bomb position before rushing at the ropes, about to throw him over and through the table when Adams slides free. He lands on his feet then collapses to his knees behind Nathan, just over top the dented up steel chair. As Creed turns towards him and begins to step in Jackson turns and lifts the chair into the air, planting it directly into the groin of Nathan longways. The fans scream out in anger as Nathan bends down, howling from the shot to his groin. Adams stands up with shaky knees and lifts the chair into the air, violently slamming it over the head of Creed and causing every fan to grimace from the sound of the unbelievable impact.
Douglas: Ohhhhh, what a chair shot from Adams!
Mayne: Hahaha, now it’s time to make Nathan pay for all the brutality that he’s put Adams through so far.
Somehow Nathan is still standing, wavering back and forth with a groggy glint in his eyes as Jackson turns the chair longways and then steps forward, bashing Creed to the forehead with the top edge of the steel mass. The strike knocks Creed from his feet, down hard into the canvas across his back, looking completely out of it due to the impact. His forehead is lacerated, and lacerated badly, blood beginning to filter from the cut as Jackson falls into the ropes, utilizing them for support in his bloodied, exhausted state. He pants heavily as he now throws the chair down onto the canvas and grabs Creed around the head, rolling him onto his knees. Nathan is bleeding profusely as Adams hooks up both of his arms and pulls him to his feet, before hoisting him up into the air and turning. The crowd reacts with shock as Jackson drops Nathan face first into the chair with the Angels’ Wings, hitting his patented Double Take. Nathan’s head slams off the chair before he rolls onto his back, his face covered in his own blood, as Jackson turns desperately into the cover, putting his arm over Creed’s chest.
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Nathan kicks out to the cheers from the fans as Jackson sits up, a shocked glint in his eyes, the only remaining white part of his blood covered face. He pants heavily, grinding his teeth against one another as he realizes that he just came within inches of besting Nathan in this ultimate battle of wills. He stands up slowly, forcing his legs beneath him as he grabs Nathan by the hair and drags him up onto his feet. Creed can barely stand now with his features covered in blood as Adams utilizes the chain to wrap it around Nathan’s neck and then turn him around so that both men are standing over the chair. He utilizes the chain to pull Nathan down with a reverse neckbreaker straight onto the chair. The back of Creed’s head bashes violently into the chair as he turns onto his side, Adams grabbing his shoulder and pulling him down to the canvas. He desperately climbs into the cover.
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Nathan gets his shoulder up yet again, the fans really cheering now as Adams turns to his knees and slams both of his fist into the canvas, furious that he can’t get the pinfall just yet. With blood still gushing down his face, Jackson stands up and drops a leg across the throat of Nathan and now stands up, grabbing him by the hair and sitting him on the canvas. He takes the chain between both hands and extends it out as tightly as possible before wrapping it around Nathan’s neck and burying his knee into his back. He pulls in reverse with all of his strength upon the chain, choking out Creed who is yelling in tremendous anguish as blood rolls down his face. He gasps for air much like Jackson did a few moments ago as Adams continues to strangle him and yell out at the top of his lungs in frustration. The chain is digging right into the throat of Nathan as Adams really rears back on it, almost trying to take his head off with it. Creed stomps his feet as the fans begin to cheer, trying to get behind him before Adams takes the chain away and scoots forward. He now hooks up one arm of Creed and uses his leg to tie up the other, placing the Future in a seated abdominal stretch, with every fan rising to their feet. They scream for Creed to get up out of the hold, slapping the barricades and stomping their feet loudly.
Douglas: Nathan locked in the seated abdominal stretch by Adams, who really weakened the Future with that strangulation by chain.
Mayne: He weakened him enough to tap out to this basic hold that Jackson has pugnaciously got the challenger gripped in.
Douglas: We’ll have to see about that, Nathan is a very tough individual, and it will likely take a great deal of brutality in order to finally finish him off as it did in that insane tables, ladders and chairs match at Retribution.
Adams still has Nathan gripped intensely in the abdominal stretch, yet Creed begins to force himself upwards. With his face no more than a river of crimson liquid, Creed inches his way to his feet, Adams taking his leg away from the arm of the challenger. Nathan now gets to his feet while still being held in the abdominal stretch, both men shouting at the top of their lungs. Suddenly Adams pulls down on the arm of Nathan though, spinning him around right before he can escape the submission and turning his back to face Creed. He locks him in position for the unprettier as the crowd screams in shock. Nathan pulls his head free though and wraps his arms around the waist of Adams, going for a German suplex. Suddenly Jackson reaches back with his arm and locks it around the neck of Creed before jumping forward and connecting with a diamond cutter though. The crowd vocalizes their exasperation as Nathan bashes off the shoulder of Adams and the canvas hard, flopping onto his back immediately. Blood is absolutely covering his face now as Adams sits up on the canvas, glassy eyed and almost unaware of his surroundings due to his extreme blood loss.
Nathan seems to be out of it as Adams stands up slowly, staggering towards him and then grabbing the chain once more. He pulls it between his hands and then pushes Nathan up onto his seat, wrapping the chain around his neck once more. In the process though and grabs the side of Nathan’s head and turns it while pulling up in the opposite direction of his chin, twisting at his bloodied head rather violently. He has the chain pulled out between both of his hands as well, digging into his flesh brutally while the crowd screams in anger.
Mayne: Did you see that beautiful counter by Adams from the German attempt Dan? Jackson almost took the head off of Creed, which mind you would have been an extreme improvement in terms of Nathan’s looks.
Douglas: Well, he just might finish the job here as he seems to be trying to twist that head off Creed’s shoulders.
Billy: Wouldn’t it be cool if we all had twist off heads?
Dan: What the fuck are you talking about?
Nathan is bellowing in agony as Jackson really twists at his cranium with all of his strength, yelling loudly as well due to the extreme punishment his body has endured throughout the course of this contest. Nathan’s head looks as if it might just be pulled from his body due to the very awkward way in which it’s being twisted by the ever intense, bloodied Adams. Jackson flashes his teeth in a threatening manner as he tries his best to tear at the neck of Nathan with every fiber of his being remaining. Suddenly Creed falls onto his back though and gets his legs up, wrapping them under the arms of Jackson and pulling him into a forward roll pinfall. Nathan holds onto the back of Jackson’s legs while seated on his chest throughout the process.
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Suddenly Creed knocks the arm of Jackson away and turns, chopping Adams across the chest violently and knocking backwards. The Future chops Adams stiffly across the chest once more backing him up into the stairs as Nathan takes a few steps away from him and moves towards the table. Suddenly Adams grabs the chain though and tugs it, pulling Nathan forward directly at him before he steps out of the way. Nathan is tugged straight into the steel steps as he bends forward and crashes into them violently forehead first. He now falls onto his back while Adams lands on the barricade for support, the crowd grimacing from the sound of the impact.
Douglas: What a violent collision with those steel steps thanks to Jackson Adams pulling on that chain!
Mayne: Expert timing once again, being shown by Adams as he beats Nathan to the punch for a third consecutive time in this contest. Adams is like the freaking Liberochi of wrestling...
Dan: Wait, wait, what the hell was Liberochi, the Liberochi of in the first place?
Nathan turns away from the stairs and begins to crawl, trying to pull himself up when Jackson steps in and grabs him around the head and the back of the tights. He now lifts Creed up into the air, bloodied and battered and drives him into the mats face first with the implant DDT. Nathan rolls onto his back with the crowd groaning at the sight and the sound of the impact that Nathan’s face just took with the mats. Jackson remains stretched across his back, breathing heavily with his head covered in dried blood before he turns and begins to crawl towards Nathan slowly. Creed is completely out cold as Adams slides his hands into the hair of Creed, rolling him onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet. Nathan is completely out of it with even more blood rolling down his face as he’s moved towards the barbwire covered table and now rolled on top of it. The fans begin to scream as does Nathan, who arches his back off the table. He’s roaring in anguish as the barbwire cuts into his flesh, ripping at it with Nathan shaking his head from the pain coursing through his body.
Adams slugs him over the chest, and then does it once more, further wearing down the already battered body of Creed before he moves towards the turnbuckle. Jackson steps up onto it and begins to move up the turnbuckle now, his body aching and blood oozing from it all the while before he begins to turn to face Nathan who is still on top of the barbwire wrapped table. His body is motionless now on top of the table as Adams turns towards him, bleeding profusely from the face, which gathers in pints upon his chest and stomach.
Mayne: Adams is going to kill Nathan, he’s going to kill him right here and right now Dan! Say goodbye to the Future, and welcome to the present.
Douglas: Adams definitely about to go high risk and put his body in jeopardy!
JA glares at Creed as he is about to fly from the top of the turnbuckle when Nathan rolls off the table suddenly. His body is cut away by the barbwire as Nathan drops onto his feet at the side of the table. Adams’ face lighting up with anger before shock fills his features, Nathan grabbing the chain and pulling it with all his will power, dragging Adams off the turnbuckle. Jackson goes into a front flip and crashes through the barbwire and the table to the mats below. Everyone is jumping up and down, going nuts, absolutely insane as they clap and start a holy shit chant. Adams arches his back off the broken table and the barbwire which is piercing through his flesh, he yells at the top of his lungs from the pain coursing through his body. His eyes are bulging from their sockets with every fan commencing in a loud, “holy shit” chant.
Douglas: ADAMS’ WENT THROUGH THE TABLE!!
Mayne: Noooo, that was sick, sick, sicker than sitting through Weekend at Bernie’s 2!
The fans are still standing while a visually shaken Adams trembles from the extreme agony in which flows through his torn, ripped apart body. Nathan continues to utilize the barricade as a brace with his features still submerged in blood. With his body overwhelmed with frustration and pain he moves towards Adams, grabbing him around the bloody head of Adams and rolling him onto his knees. The wire rips at his clothing and flesh, tearing it in certain places as he’s dragged onto his knees towards the ring. Nathan rolls him into the ring finally before sliding in himself, his body in anguish as he crawls into the cover. Barely with a shred of remaining strength, Nathan falls into the cover, hooking the leg of Adams.
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No, Adams shoots his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side in the process, looking out of it completely. His face is no more than a crimson mask while Nathan sits up on the canvas and runs his hands through his hair, appearing stunned that he failed to get the win in this very intense title match. Creed grips at his bloodied follicles before rising to his feet and staggering towards the turnbuckle. The busted up Adams remains down on the mats, not moving an inch as Creed turns his back towards the turnbuckle and moves up it in reverse. He climbs to the top rope with blood dribbling down his features as he turns to face Adams and now flies off. The crowd erupts as he soars through the air and connects with a huge flying headbunt directly into the chest of Adams. The Livewire Champion goes into convulsions on the canvas as a result of the impact, Nathan rolling onto his back, barely able to move in an exhausted, bloodied heap. He turns onto his side finally and crawls desperately into the cover once more, draping a single arm over the chest of the Champion.
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No! Adams kicks out again, just barely escaping losing his championship. The fans react with dismay and utter disbelief over the fact that Jackson yet again avoided being dethroned of the gold. Nathan seemingly cannot believe it as he forces himself to a crawling base, blood oozing down every crack and contour of his withered face.
Mayne: Adams is a fucking God, Dan, nothing has finished him off. Not going through the table, not that flying headbunt from Nathan Creed, nothing has been enough to end his second reign as Livewire Champion, nothing!
Douglas: This has been a spectacular battle of wills right here tonight in this Livewire title steel chain match, and boy have these two absolutely brutalized one another to end this fantastic rivalry.
Billy: All their bad blood has spilled out of their bodies Dan, if this doesn’t finish the issue between them, I don’t know what will.
Dan: If it doesn’t kill them I don’t know what will.
Nathan begins to drag Adams up to his feet now, placing him in a front gantry as he forces him up to a standing base. Neither man can barely move as Nathan prepares to snap back into the vertical suplex. However, Adams places a block on it, wrapping his leg around Creed’s and avoiding the move. He now gets a knee up into the gut of Nathan, bending him forward before Jackson steps back and slaps his forearm, swinging around into a roaring elbow. Nathan ducks it and gets around behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and going for the German suplex to a huge reaction. Adams grabs the chain though and throws it over his back so that it wraps around the back of Creed’s head. He drops down into a snapmare, flipping Nathan over onto his posterior upon the canvas. Jackson now takes the chain and lashes Creed directly across the back with it, causing him to yell out in anguish while he arches his spine. Adams, who is staggering badly, stumbles back in and lashes Creed across the spine with the chain yet again. Nathan yells out in anguish from both strikes before Adams rushes into the ropes in front of him finally, bouncing off the cables as he seems to be setting up for the shining wizard yet again. He jumps forward right as Nathan stands up though and catches him by the legs, Adams dropping onto his back. The fans are going nuts as Adams tries to frantically fight being put into Nathan’s Courtesy Call finishing submission.
Douglas: Nathan going for the Courtesy Call, he’s going for the Courtesy Call!
Mayne: Why must you constantly mark out damn you!?!
Jackson is still trying to fight it to the best of his abilities as Creed forces him over onto his side, almost locking in the move. Adams wraps the chain around his fist though several times and bends his knees so that Nathan is forced to hunch over to try and keep a hold of them. Jackson slugs Nathan to the face with the chain, and then does it again, bashing him repeatedly to the forehead. Adams now turns his body and wraps his legs around one ankle of Nathan, drop toe holding him downward directly into the canvas. Adams stands up quickly as he gets behind the back of Nathan, trying to lift his legs into the air and lock in his own Courtesy Call to the shock of everyone gathered, all of them outraged by the sight of this. Nathan forces his legs free though and pushes himself up onto the back of his shoulders, lifting his legs so that they go under the armpits of Jackson. He pulls him over backwards into a reverse roll as Nathan sits up, holding Adams around the waist as he rolls him up into almost a sunset flip pinning predicament.
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Jackson kicks out by rolling over backwards and grabbing the legs of Creed one last time in his battered, bloodied state. He begins to turn him over once more when Nathan pulls Jackson down into the small package out of nowhere.
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Jackson kicks out again to the shock of the crowd, everyone stunned that he got his shoulder up in time. Jackson Adams gets to his feet as does Nathan, who in his bloodies state rushes forward for the big boot. Jackson ducks it and gets behind Creed, catching his arms and turning him around now so that he has him in position for the Unprettier once more. Nathan turns around out of it though, placing his back to Jackson’s and then back sliding him over onto the back of his shoulders into a pinning predicament again.
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To the shock of the crowd, Jackson kicks out for a third straight time, dropping over onto his knees directly in front of the kneeling Creed. He grabs both arms and hooks them up, standing as he prepares to connect with the Double Take yet again.
Mayne: My God, my heart is in my throat here, Adams better hit this Double Take and finish it!
Nathan suddenly stands up though, back dropping Jackson over his head and sending him crashing hard into the canvas. He arches his back from the ring and roars loudly while the fans are putting their hands together at the sight of this intense in ring action between these very heated rivals. Nathan turns around and steps towards the slowly rising Jackson, chopping him stiffly across the chest. He spirals backwards into the turnbuckle as Nathan now slaps his forearm and steps around the ring, shouting for the fans to get up. Suddenly Adams pulls the chain though directly towards him, causing Creed to rush straight into a big boot directly to his face. Nathan turns away from Adams now who steps forward and wraps his arms around his waist before dropping back, German suplexing Creed directly into the top turnbuckle pad. The fans scream out at the top of their lungs from the tremendous impact as Nathan steps forward, shouting out in anguish. He walks straight into Adams who uses the chain to pull him forward once more. He hooks one arm and then steps to his side before Nathan into the air with a half nelson, directly into a back breaker. The crowd groan loudly at the sight of the vicious combination as Nathan falls onto his back. Adams kneels at his side and now crawls into the cover once more.
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Creed gets his shoulder up, everyone exploding into a wave of cheers at the sight of this.
Douglas: Another kick out by Nathan after two huge moves targeting his back! What a match Billy, what a main event! If these two guys haven’t impressed Desolation I’d be speechless.
Mayne: Most of Desolation’s promos do that to me.
Adams stands up with blood gushing down his face and looking at a loss for what to do as he falls right back down to his knees, thanks to the massive blood loss. He now begins to motion for something from the back, calling for support. The crowd begins to boo furiously as from the backstage area charges none other than Devin Hawk, everyone realizing that Adams is calling in the reinforcements.
Dan: Oh dammit the hell, just when this match was reaching it’s climatic height, Adams tries to bring out his Alpha Generation cohorts to ruin things, this is bullshit!
Mayne: It’s not as bad as the idea of another Nathan Creed title reign!
Jackson is still motioning in an exhausted manner for Devin, who is quickly moving towards the ring to help out in this no disqualification match. Suddenly the fans go nuts though as a hand grabs Devin around the shoulder, spinning him around and then lobbing directly into his chin. Everyone is exploding at the sight of none other than Isaac Saine. The Anarchy Champion cracks Devin across the jaw with a right, followed by another one. Hawk returns with his own strike as both men begin to battle towards the backstage area.
Douglas: Wait a minute, Devin Hawk has been cut off by Isaac Saine!!
Mayne: Hasn’t Isaac learned to keep his nose out of Alpha Generation business yet!?!
Devin is grabbed by the back of the head by Isaac and slammed face first into the set design just off to the side of the stage. He staggers backwards into a kick to the gut by Isaac who takes him by the back of the head and leads him through the curtains. Devin turns and catches Isaac with a knee to the gut and drives his elbow into his forehead as both men spill through the curtains and into the backstage area, the fans still going nuts. A shocked Adams watches on in utter disbelief as he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring with the chain still wrapped tightly about his throat, approaching the time keeper and his Livewire title. He grabs it from the hands of the time keeper, who yells out in anger, the champ’s legs cutting out almost beneath him as he moves back towards the ring. The fans are booing loudly as Adams rolls under the ropes back into the ring, standing up with the belt clutched tightly in hand, waiting for Nathan to stand up. Creed is in a lot of pain as he forces himself to his feet slowly, his body ravaged with anguish.
Mayne: Look at Jackson, he’s such a thinking champion Dan. If one plan doesn’t work, he’s got a contingency plan all set up.
Douglas: Can this man ever win a match fairly!?!
Nathan tries to force himself up with his back in obvious anguish as Jackson begins to step towards him with the belt. Suddenly a set of hands reach through the ropes and grabs the belt, pulling it out of his arms at the last second as Jackson turns around to glare at that giant, mysterious figure who had been helping Nathan in previous weeks. Everyone erupts at the sight of the giant, who backs away from the ring with the belt gripped tightly in hand.
Mayne: No, it’s that damn bulking freak again who attacked Rusty Cage several weeks ago!
Douglas: Nathan said there would be a few equalizers tonight, and they’ve done their job!
Jackson backs up in anger when Nathan grabs him around the waist and drops in reverse, hitting the German suplex. The fans are cheering loudly as Nathan rolls onto his knees and stands up, forcing Jackson to his feet and then dropping in reverse with another German suplex. The back of Adams’ head crashes hard into the canvas with each impact as Nathan now bridges over backwards in his bloodied, dazed state, going for the win.
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Jackson kicks out and rolls over in reverse though the process. He gets onto his knees on both sides of Nathan’s head and wraps his arm around it before standing up, forcing Creed to his feet while bent over backwards in position for the a reverse DDT. A sickening grin forms on the bloodied face of Adams though as he lifts his other arm into the air, signaling for Nathan’s Total Domination. He swings around with his arm, going for the move when Nathan pulls his head free and avoids it, turning to face the back of Jackson. He shoves him forward directly into the cables, Adams bouncing off the ropes and coming back in at Nathan who catches him against his shoulders, standing up as he goes something from the fireman’s carry position. Adams uses his quick agility to push himself up and into a seated position though, wrapping his legs around the neck of Creed and dropping in reverse, going for the hurricarana. Jackson hangs upside down from Creed’s neck but he refuses to go over as Nathan shoves the back of his thighs. It causes Adams to land on his hands and knees in front of Nathan who steps forward and grabs his arms, hooking them both up and looking out over the fans as he sets for Jackson’s Double Take. The entire arena goes nuts before Adams swings around out of it and kicks Nathan to the gut as he turns to face Nathan once more.
Jackson now wraps the chain around his fist once more and rushes forward straight at the bent forward Creed, when Nathan turns his body though. He catches Jackson against his shoulders and stands up straight, grabbing Adams around the neck and then pushing him over as if going for the Death Valley Driver. Jackson drops onto his feet though as Nathan now holds him in the reverse DDT position, he swings around with his other arm, connecting with a modification of the Total Domination (Final Cut). Everyone in the arena erupts as the bloodied Jackson crashes into the canvas across the back of his head, Nathan sitting up before he falls into the cover.
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The entire arena explodes into cheers before Adams’ shoulder shoots from the canvas, turning onto his side a bloodied mess.
Douglas: OH MY GOD! Adams kicked out, he kicked out, this is unbelievable!
Mayne: I knew he could do it, I knew he could do it!
Nathan sits up, running his hands through his hair in shock, his palms full of blood while Jericho Dylan now tries to hop over the barricade from the sea of humanity. But that big friend of Nathan’s is right there, charging in and popping Jericho across the jaw, backing him up towards the barricade, keeping him from reaching the ring. Nathan gets to his feet slowly with the fans cheering on his associate at ringside, the challenger in a great deal of pain. He turns around when suddenly that same cloaked and hooded figure enters the ring in front of him with a light tube in hand. He rushes forward and busts it over the head of Creed, knocking him down to the canvas with the crowd erupting into a wave of outraged boos. The tall figure at ringside and Dylan continue to fight through the crowd as Nathan lies on the canvas, bleeding heavily.
Douglas: Dammnit, it’s that son of a bitch in the cloak and hood, he just busted a light tube over Nathan’s head!!
Mayne: I don’t know who he is, but I love him already!
Nathan’s hands are wrapped over his face when the hooded figure steps towards the down Jackson, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards Creed before dropping it over the chest of the Future. He slides out of the ring now with the referee watching on, powerless to do anything about this. The hooded figure demands Ingelson make the count as Alex sadly drops to the canvas and makes the count.
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Everyone is booing furiously, tossing things at the ring.
Douglas: Dammit to all hell, Nathan was screwed over again!!
Mayne: Adams retains, Adams retains!!
Dan: This is bullshit, absolute bullshit!!!
The hooded figure steps towards Jackson and sticks his head under his arm, helping him to his knees with blood gushing down his body, at the same time being handed the Livewire title by the official. He lifts it high above his head throughout the process with the crowd still screaming in anger. Nathan lies on his back, out of it after the impact of that light tube to his skull. Jackson takes off the chain and throws it down with a huge grin still on his face. His entrance music plays over the PA system with the fans still responding very loudly with anger, filling the ring with trash.
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