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Gothic, choir style music can be heard in the background as a storm is shown brewing. Lightning flashes to the ground below in several places over a long open field. A voice can be heard in the background, shrill but powerful.

With a death, comes a new birth....

A flower is shown budding, forming into a beautiful carnation. It flashes into a shot of Desolation on his knees, bloodied in the center of the ring and roaring with his arms outstretched to his sides, the World title hanging from his grasp. A double drum sound can be heard in the background, taking us to the next image, that of a flood ripping through the streets of a city. Cars and other debris is carried on top of the rushing waves.

For peace, there must be war.

Isaac Saine takes up the camera’s frame, striking Jackson Adams straight in the forehead with a sledgehammer, busting him wide open. That same drumming sound is heard in the background as the camera flashes to an image of a dark image of a tornado whisking through a street, the dark funnel picking up and destroying all in its path.

A destruction can create an awakening..

The scene shifts into a shot of Devin Hawk standing in the ring, stomping away at Hurse in the squared circle before he turns to face Lethal Weapon. Weapon bolts across the ring and slams into the mid-section of Devin with the Golden Bullet Spear taking him down.

There is no heaven, without hell...

An image from a security camera in a store shows an earthquake occurring as everything shakes rather violently, the people inside fleeing in terror. This scene is replaced with a shot of Orlando Cruze giving Desolation the Rock Bottom. It then cuts to Robin Brooks flying through the air and hitting the Flying Star through Dementia at ringside, who is on top of a table. A roaring fire takes up the camera, provided by an aerial view as it races through a forest.

For safety, there must be risk....

Quickly the scene switches into Too Magnificent slamming a steel chair violently into the skull of Hurse. It then transfers to Silencer standing in a dark ring with a baseball gripped tightly in hand, and an emotionless expression on his face.

When one world ends, another is created...

The close up of the sun is shown, revealing it s a blazing ball of fire before the video cuts to Nathan Creed standing on a turnbuckle holding the Xtreme title in the air with a single arm. It flashes quickly to Devin Hawk chaining a casket to the back of a tow truck.

There is no pain, without love...

Aurora Rose is shown being pulled to the ring by a chain around her neck, Pitt gripping it and dragging her along. A tidal wave surges onto shore and spills over a collection of trees onto a patio, the images provided by amateur video.

Wars effect a world, and worlds effect wars....There would be no wars without worlds, and no worlds are shaped by their wars

Desolation is featured throwing Orlando into a steel cage penalty box and locking the door, before the camera shifts to a hurricane blowing palm trees over backwards, almost snapping them at the base. It then shifts to an image of Andrew May being powerbombed over a set of cables and straight through a table by Kyle Scott. Jericho Dylan is shown confidently staring into the face of Sean Johnson.

War of the Worlds....

Suddenly, the opening cords of “Pain” by Three Days Grace hits in the background while images begin to bombard the screen quickly. The first scene is of Lethal Weapon standing on a stage with pyrotechnics exploding behind it. That footage is replaced with a shot of Dementia grinning sadistically while he stands on the second rope of a turnbuckle. The chorus immediately kicks in now

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Hurse is featured attacking Too Magnificent with a savage glint in his eyes before it shifts into a shot of Aurora Rose assaulting Robin from behind. It cuts quickly to an image providing a view of Orlando backing into Desolation on a ramp, then spinning around and getting assaulted by the World Champion.

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Slower, less chaotic scenes fill the screen, such as Crazy Eddie Mitchell carrying balloons to Desolation. The next scene features Sean Johnson and a sweaty Jericho Dylan getting face in the backstage interview area. Ryan Mills is now showcased as well, marching towards the ring rather egotistically, with a huge grin on his face. Jackson Adams is now shown as he slaps Mark Comeau across the side of the face, causing the GM to back up abruptly and hold his jaw in disbelief. This scene is replaced by one showcasing Lethal patiently waiting for Devin Hawk to turn around. As the music hits its hardest chorus once more, Lethal charges forward and takes Devin out with the spear.

Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain

Lethal is shown standing at the top of a ladder and reaching for the briefcase when it’s pulled up and away from his grip. The camera shifts to a smiling Devin Hawk in the rafters. The next scene features Bitchcakes McPhee slugging Donovan Cage in the jaw repeatedly. While the chorus is at it’s max, we see Silencer returning and beating down both Devin Hawk and Too Magnificent with a baseball bat. Orlando Cruze is featured once more, giving Desolation the Rock Bottom violently into the canvas. It then features him dropped to his knees at Desolation’s side with a microphone in hand.

Orlando: Did I impress you now Desolation.

The chorus kicks back in with Sean Johnson featured, battling Jericho Dylan towards the ring. Eddie Vines is showcased breaking a glass window over Isaac’s head backstage. It then cuts to Andrew May connecting with a low blow on the Icon. Robin Brooks is showcased hitting the Flying Star on Dementia at ringside once more. Nathan Creed and Aurora Rose battle into the crowd, both getting counted out. Too Magnificent takes the steel chair to Hurse’s head rather viciously. Silencer takes up the screen as he slaps the bat into the ribs of Devin Hawk. The final images showcase the faces of Too Magnificent & Hurse, Devin Hawk & Lethal Weapon, Robin Brooks, Nathan Creed, Aurora Rose and Dementia. It then switches into a shot of Orlando Cruze and Desolation getting nose to nose, face to face, while shifting through all the incidents that have happened over the years between them.


WAR OF THE WORLDS


A digitally manifested set of tripod machines are shown walking through a city, with extremely long legs. They send blasts of light downward into the streets as pedestrians flea. The robots move forward through the city before they surround an arena, the same one ULW’s show is taking place in tonight. They all three blast the roof with blue beams that breaks a hole in the ceiling. The camera zooms into the hole to the inside of the arena as the show comes live, the fans inside of the arena going absolutely insane. Everyone is jumping up and down as fireworks explode throughout the rafters and the staging area. The entrance way is set up to resemble one of the tripod machines from War of the Worlds, with two of it’s legs stuck up and extended out to its sides, titontrons positioned upon both of them. A titontron is also active in its forehead. The house lights raise while the same tunes play over again in the background, Pain by Three Days Grace further exciting the fans.

Dan Douglas: Welcome, one and all to the biggest show to round out the biggest year of ULW, 2006. This is War of the Worlds ladies and gentlemen, and what a telecast you’ve decided to order tonight.

The camera continues to pan over the sold out crowd, everyone going absolutely insane.


SEAN JOHNSON VS. SILENCER


Sean Johnson’s entrance music now hits the PA system with the fans getting to their feet. Through the curtains rushes Genocide, who turns in circles, pointing out over the fans who are really showing their support for him. He holds his sternum a bit though after the damage done to it earlier. He slaps his chest though and raises an arm into the air with the crowd still cheering as he bolts down the ramp through laser lights dancing on the stage. He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet, immediately glaring out over the fans and hopping onto the apron. He raises his arms and gets a massive ovation from the sold out crowd.

Billy Mayne: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Billy Mayne along side Dan Douglas, and what a night do we ever have in store for you this evening. A night so big, it can’t even wait, because we’re already starting off with Sean “Genocide” Johnson vs. the returning Silencer.

Dan Douglas: A match built on unfinished business. Anyway, this is Dan Douglas, joined by Billy Mayne, and like I said a few moments ago, this is going to be quite the night in ULW. Three title matches, Orlando Cruze vs. Desolation, Lethal Weapon vs. Devin Hawk, and so much more.

Mayne: This night should be off the hook ladies and gentlemen. And so to should your phones, since I’m positive no one likes to be bothered by annoying relatives while you watch a show this big.

Dan: Or annoying Billy Maynes.

Suddenly, the lights cut out, as white noise can be heard over the PA. Slowly, the lights come back, as a deep red color and a voice replaces the white noise,

"Go Ahead.... Silence Me..."

Slowly, "Too Numb To Cry" Starts to play over the PA, as little water-like droplets start to fall from the rafters... Slowly, Silencer comes out from the back, and looks around, before heading to the edge of the stage. Here, he drops to his knees, and is showered in the liquid. He runs his hands over his face, smearing the liquid through his hair, before he finally stands and slowly walks towards the ring. Suddenly, the lights fade out again, leaving the total arena in darkness once more. While this happens, Silencer rolls into the ring, and grabs a mic. The lights return to normal, and the music fades, as Silencer starts to speak

Douglas: And there he is ladies and gentlemen, the former World Heavyweight Champion, Silencer. And he’s got a lot of motivation to be in this one Billy. The problems between himself and Johnson are well documented. In fact, Sean even put Silencer on the shelf for a brief spell thanks to that powerbomb by his associate Steve Newman.

Mayne: This one has got a lot of history, Dan, and Silencer does look very pumped to be in there right now. However, will his motivation be enough to carry him to a win against Sean Johnson?

Dan: A motivated Silencer, is a damn near unbeatable Silencer in my book.

The crowd starts to put their hands together while Sean Johnson and Silencer start to approach one another slowly. They begin to lock up in a collar elbow before Johnson immediately takes hold of Silencer’s arm and swings around under it, stepping to the side of his opposition and locking in an arm ringer. Silencer stomps his foot a few times as he finds himself tightly locked in this submission hold. He drops down into a forward roll across the canvas, getting onto his feet but still locked in the arm ringer. He drops down sideways now into a cartwheel across the canvas straight onto his feet again. He swings around under the arm of Johnson that was holding him now and applies the arm ringer of his own. Sean grinds his teeth and appears to be growing in frustration as he finds himself locked tightly in this submission.

He slaps his shoulder a few times and begins to push Silencer backwards, stepping towards his opponent. Quickly Silencer turns the submission into a side headlock though, squeezing his arms around the neck of Sean who backs him up into the cables spine first. Sean holds him there against the cables as the official steps in and demands that Silencer break the submission. He takes his arms slowly away from the neck of Sean, glaring into his face throughout the process while Sean steps back slowly, holding his hands up. He then throws a quick fist at Silencer who ducks out of the way, getting behind Genocide, who turns to face him quickly. Silencer takes him over with a huge snapmare, driving him down to the canvas across his back before hopping to his feet and charging in. As soon as he does, Sean turns onto his knees to face Silencer, grabbing him by the back of the knee and lifting it upward, causing the former Champion to crash onto his back. Sean bends forward and reaches down for his head when Silencer pops him to the jaw quickly, causing him to stagger backwards.

Genocide turns away from Silencer, gripping his jaw when the former Champ stands up and rushes up behind him. He catches Sean around the waist and drops back into a reverse roll, pinning the shoulders of Genocide to the canvas while seated on the back of his legs.

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Sean kicks out, launching Silencer forward into the cables, turning and hitting them spine first. He comes back in when Sean rolls towards Silencer, getting onto his chest and stomach. Silencer cartwheels over him now as he charges in, getting onto his feet as Sean stands up and rushes in quickly, only to be caught with a deep arm drag, sending him flipping over onto his back hard. Silencer holds onto the arm though, dropping to his knees and applying the arm lock on the laid out Genocide.

Douglas: A nice series of counters between Silencer and Genocide, these two obviously know a great deal about one another, with all the unfinished, unresolved issues that passed between them.

Mayne: They may finally get their resolution right here tonight though, when one of these two are finally pinned cleanly to finish this feud and kick us off to a nice start here at War of the Worlds.

Sean begins to push himself up onto his feet though while still gripped tightly by the arm. As he gets up he reaches out and takes hold of the hair of Silencer before dropping down sideways to the canvas, a few inches from the ropes. He pulls Silencer forward by the hair and arm into the cables, launching him through them to the outside of the ring. Silencer crashes hard across his back on the outside mats, quickly trying to get to his feet while Sean stands in the center of the ring, taking hold of the top rope. He pulls himself over, flying at Silencer who steps out of the way and rolls back into the ring. Sean changes up his attempted move at the last second, instead landing on his feet before he turns to face Silencer who is stretched across his back in the ring. Silencer grabs the middle rope and now pulls himself into a reverse roll, extending his legs through the top and middle cables and wrapping them around the neck of Sean on the outside of the ring. He releases the middle cable and swings around, connecting with a head scissors that flips Genocide over, crashing hard across his back. Sean sits up, unleashing a roar of pain while he reaches for his spine, Silencer doing the same after his back took a hard impact with the mats.

Silencer steps in and grabs Sean by the hair though, pulling him to his feet and rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He jumps onto the apron now and grabs the top rope, waiting for Sean to stand up in the center of the ring. Genocide gets to his feet when Silencer pulls himself over the top rope and turns his body, landing on the turnbuckle and springing off in reverse into a back elbow. He connects with the chest of Sean, knocking him off of his feet and hard to the canvas before he rolls across the ring. Sean is holding his forehead while he rolls under the ropes and onto the apron, still rubbing at his features which took the back elbow rather brutally. He begins to stand up while he turns to face the ring, hunched over in a state of pain. Silencer steps in and jumps over the top rope, grabbing Sean around the waist as he goes for the sunset flip powerbomb to the outside. He lands on his feet, still holding Sean around the waist but Genocide refuses to be powerbombed to the outside, still holding the top rope. He reaches down and slaps the hands of Silencer away from his waist while his head remains over the apron and beneath Sean. Genocide jumps into the air and turns his body, trying to drop a leg to the throat of Silencer who steps out of the way quickly. Sean crashes posterior first onto the apron and begins to shout out in pain. He remains seated on the apron while Silencer backs up before bolting forward and jumping into the air. He flies over the apron off the mats and connects with a front dropkick straight to the face of Sean, the crowd cheering the athletic kick. Sean falls onto his back while Silencer lands on his feet upon the outside mats, stumbling towards the barricade.

Dan: Oh, what high impact, fast pace action between these two competitors.

Mayne: Indeed, they’re definitely going at it quickly and intensely.

Sean drops onto the mats and stumbles across them into the barricade, grabbing his jaw after that hard dropkick before he turns towards the apron. Silencer has hopped onto it and is now rushing across the apron before he dives off with a double axehandle. Sean steps out of the way though and pushes Silencer down face first into the steel barricade. The crowd reacting with shock as Silencer bounces off hard and stumbles backwards. Genocide grabs him around the head and neck, turning him towards the ring and rolling him in under the ropes to the squared circle. Silencer gets to his elbows and his knees, trying to push himself up onto his while Sean enters the ring and steps in, dropping a knee to the back of his opposition’s head. Silencer falls onto his back while Genocide gets to his feet, lifting his elbow and dropping the point to the sternum of the former World Heavyweight Champion. Silencer’s body kicks into the air from the impact before Sean rolls over and gets to his feet, extending his leg and dropping it across the throat of his opposition.

Sean stands and grabs the hair of Silencer, forcing him onto his knees and then to his feet. He connects with a forearm to his jaw, then another one, both hard strikes before he steps to the side of Silencer and catches him around the waist. He lifts him up into the air and then drops him spine first across his knee, connecting with the Canadian Backbreaker. Silencer yells out in pain while dropping off of the knee and onto his stomach. Sean pushes him onto his back and falls quickly into the cover.

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Silencer kicks out, turning onto his side throughout the process, still in a great deal of pain throughout his spine. Johnson stands up and steps to his side, stomping away at the side of Silencer’s head, before doing it once again. The stomps are quick and effective before he takes Silencer by the hair and begins dragging him up to his feet. Suddenly Silencer connects with a right to the gut of Johnson, followed by another one that begins to back him up a bit. Silencer stands up and now steps forward, connecting with a lariat that takes Sean down to the canvas. Genocide rolls over and gets to his feet when Silencer steps in and levels him with a back elbow to the face. He is knocked to the canvas before he rolls over again and tries to get to his feet, Silencer taking a hold of his hand and whipping him into the corner. Silencer charges in after him when Sean catches the top rope and kicks his lower body into the air. Silencer rushes under him into the corner as Sean lands on his feet behind the former Champion now, only to be caught with a reverse kick straight to the mid-section. The kick is hard and causes Johnson to bend forward, reaching for his damaged mid-section.

Mayne: A surprisingly nicely timed counter right there by Silencer. I can’t believe I’m actually giving the man any credit whatsoever right now.

Douglas: I’m surprised as well, but it’s deserved because Silencer definitely beat Sean to the punch right there.

Silencer steps over the head of the bent forward Johnson and now decides to showcase some of his new found strength by lifting Genocide up into a powerbomb position. Sean squirms free though and catches Silencer around the neck, dropping back into a high impact DDT. Silencer flips over onto his posterior with a dazed glint in his eyes, the crowd groaning the sight of the tremendous impact. Sean turns and crawls into the cover.

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Silencer kicks out, turning onto his side throughout the process. A frustrated Johnson rises to his knees and grabs both arms of the former World Champion. He places them around the neck of Silencer in a cobra clutch before sitting him up and burying his knee into his spine. He has him in an intense submission with the crowd screaming loudly, yelling for Silencer to get up and out of this hold. The knee really digs into the back of Silencer while both arms are tightly yanked in reverse around his throat. He begins to kick both of his feet hard upon the canvas, trying to will his way up and get the fans further behind him. The crowd is only cheering louder than ever before as Silencer starts to force himself up to a standing base. Sean gets up behind him, still holding onto the double cobra clutch, really trying to obtain that submission to the best of his ability. Silencer frees one of his arms though on the way to his feet and turns, driving his now free elbow into the gut of Johnson. He does it once again, and then a third time, before turning to face Sean who is still holding onto his other wrist. Suddenly Genocide pulls Silencer forward straight into a short arm clothesline, the crowd groaning over the tremendous impact which sends the former Champion crashing hard into the canvas across his back.

Sean crawls into the cover once more, hooking the far leg.

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Silencer kicks out again, turning onto his side in a very dazed state. Johnson, who is very flustered gets to his feet and grabs Silencer by the hair, forcing him up onto his feet and then snapmaring him hard over onto his posterior. He then jumps into the air and connects with a dropkick to the back of the seated Silencer’s neck. Silencer arches his spine and falls onto his back, Johnson scrambling into the cover desperately again.

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Silencer gets his shoulder up a third time. Sean gets to his feet and grabs Silencer by the hair, forcing him up onto his feet slowly while shouting into his face, talking some heavy trash with his opponent. As Silencer gets up though he knocks the hands away and begins to drill Sean to the face repeatedly with closed right hands, knocking him backwards. Suddenly Sean turns though and launches a knee into the gut of Silencer then chops upward straight into his chest. Silencer backs up from the shot when Sean grabs him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring straight into the opposite turnbuckle. Silencer turns and hits the corner back first before Johnson rushes in with a huge burst of speed. Silencer bends forward though and places his hands to the inner thighs of the Genocidal Phenom, pushing him up into the air and throwing him over his head. Sean flies at the corner behind Silencer and lands on the second rope feet first, catching himself before he could crash into it. He springs off backwards, straight at Silencer who jumps into the air and catches him with a dropkick right to the back. The crowd groans while Sean spills onto the canvas across his chest and stomach, yelling out in tremendous pain, Silencer hitting the ring hard as well.

Douglas: What a well timed dropkick by Silencer, getting himself right back into this one on one match.

Mayne: That had to hurt, but it wasn’t anywhere near as impressive as that DDT counter earlier.

Sean and Silencer get to their feet very slowly amongst the official’s ten count. They beat the count when Genocide rushes forward at Silencer, throwing a lariat. He ducks under it, getting behind Sean, who turns to face him. He walks right into a forearm, followed by another one, and then another, and another, another, another. The crowd is screaming as Silencer repeatedly rifles off forearms to the face of Johnson, again, and again and again. Sean can barely stand before Silencer backs up, grinding his teeth and then rushing forward for another forearm strike. Sean ducks under it though as Silencer turns to face him and gets chopped hard across the chest. A “woo” is heard from the crowd before Silencer connects with his own knife edge chop. The stiff blow knocks Genocide backwards before he hits another chop, the two competitors getting into a knife edge chop battle now. Silencer goes for one more when Sean kicks him to the gut and now rushes forward for a lariat. Silencer side steps him though and catches the arm of Sean, hooking it. He pushes it backwards, sending Sean into a complete circle before he faces Silencer, who spins into a hard back heel kick to his gut. The entire arena groans from the sound of the impact as Johnson bends forward. Silencer steps to his side and now steps up Johnson, connecting with an equally as stiff enzugari that causes Sean to turn in circles in a very dazed state. An “ohhh” is heard from the crowd over the two stiff impacts. Johnson is still incredibly groggy as he turns towards Silencer, who has stood up, catching him around the leg, hooking it and wrapping his other arm around Sean’s neck. He hoists Genocide into the air now, holding him in a fisherman suplex position before dropping back into a fisherman buster. Sean crashes hard into the canvas, Silencer finishing his series of moves before he crawls into the cover.

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Sean gets his shoulder up though, the fans having a mixed reaction at the sight of this. Silencer appears exhausted as he turns away from Genocide, sweat dripping from his battered body. He gets to his feet and calls for Genocide to stand up while he slowly does. Sean can barely stand when Silencer steps in and catches him around the neck, going for his flipping Sambo Suplex. Sean launches a knee up into his gut though, causing him to bend forward for the shot before catching him around the head. He drags it between his legs and hooks both of his arms, setting up for the extreme pedigree of his. The crowd starts to scream before Silencer stands up, back dropping Johnson over his head. Sean catches him around the waist on the way down though, pulling Silencer over into a sunset flip. Silencer ends up on his back when Genocide stands up and steps through the legs of the former Champion, hooking them around his own. He pulls Silencer over onto his chest and stomach, applying the sharpshooter to a mixed reaction.

Mayne: Sharpshooter by Genocide, sharpshooter! Silencer is going to tap out!!

Douglas: It might happen if Silencer cannot find the strength to reach those ropes after what has been an incredible opening contest between these two competitors.

Silencer is yelling at the absolute top of his lungs with sweat dripping from his body while he pulls himself towards the cables. Sean is leaning back as far into the sharpshooter as possible, really contorting the legs and spine of the former World Champion. Silencer scrambles towards the ropes though, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one to a huge eruption of cheers from the crowd. The official steps in and demands that Sean release the sharpshooter, making Genocide irate. He breaks the hold and steps forward while Silencer begins to utilize the cables to will his way up onto his feet. As soon as he gets them beneath him, Sean grabs Silencer by the shoulder, spinning him around and connecting with a stiff knife edge chop. Silencer steps across the ring into the corner, turning and hitting it back first. An irate Johnson steps in and takes him by the wrist, whipping Silencer across the ring now and into the opposite corner. Silencer hits the corner hard back first when Genocide comes barreling in a truly outraged state. Silencer spins around though in the corner and catches Johnson with a back elbow to the face when he was coming in. The shot causes Sean to back up in a groggy state, Silencer jumping up onto the turnbuckle now and springing off the ropes as he turns in mid-air, catching Johnson around the neck and swinging around into a huge tornado DDT. Sean is planted hard head first into the canvas, flipping over and crashing onto his back with the fans absolutely going nuts over the counter just made by Silencer. He gets to his knees and crawls into the cover once more.

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No! Sean gets his shoulder up just in time, the fans in shock that he kicked out of such a tremendous DDT.

Sean rolls away from Silencer, scooting across his stomach towards the ropes. He doesn’t seem to have his bearings about him as he gets onto his seat, turning to face the slowly standing Silencer and reaching up, grabbing the top rope with both hands. Silencer steps in when Sean kicks at him only to have his feet grabbed. Silencer shakes his head and then lifts the legs into the air, causing Sean to fly upward but flip over sideways, somehow landing right on his feet in front of the former Champion. He charges straight at Silencer now who catches him with a tilt a whirl. Johnson turns around out of it though and lands on his feet beside Silencer, catching him and falling back into the Russian Leg Sweep. The body of Silencer is driven hard into the canvas.

Genocide stands up and motions for Silencer to stand up, waving him upward with his hand, demanding he get to his feet while stomping his foot. He is clearly setting up for the Titanic Kick while Silencer gets to his feet slowly, sweat dripping from his tired frame. As soon as he stands and turns towards Genocide, Johnson rushes in with the superkick. Silencer catches it right in front of his jaw though and pushes it away. Sean turns his back to face Silencer, who slaps on a reverse waist lock and hoists Genocide into the air. Sean reaches in reverse though with his legs, wrapping them around the waist of Silencer and falling forward, rolling the former Champion up. Sean is seated on the chest of Silencer and holding the back of his legs before he stands up. He swings around the legs of Silencer, stepping through them and turning him over onto his chest, locking in the sharpshooter yet again. The crowd starts to boo and scream for Silencer to fight through this while he gets onto his elbows. He shakes his head, refusing to tap out.

Mayne: And just like that, Silencer is back in the sharpshooter!

Douglas: This time in the center of the ring, man what a competitive match this has turned out to be.

Silencer is yelling at the top of his lungs again, pushing himself up onto his elbows and shaking his head as the official asks him rather he submits or not. He absolutely refuses to give into this pain before he begins to turn his body. He wraps his legs about the one of Johnson’s that is stuck between them. He pulls Sean over sideways out of the sharpshooter and onto his back. Both men are spread across the canvas spine first with both of Silencer’s legs, wrapped around Genocide’s. He sits up and grabs the other leg of Sean, folding it over the other and reversing the sharpshooter into the figure four leg lock. The entire arena is going nuts over the insane counter just made by Silencer, one that has never been seen before to the sharpshooter. Sean immediately sits up and digs his fingers into the eyes of Silencer, raking them and causing him to fall onto his back. Silencer rubs his palms against his eyeballs, rolling across the canvas to his elbows and knees while Sean stands up and stomps his foot again to the canvas several times. The crowd is really into this action with each stomp of Sean’s foot, realizing he could be seconds away from connecting with that Titanic Kick.

Mayne: Say goodnight sweet prince.

Douglas: Sean setting up for that Titanic kick after what has been one hell of an opening contest, I wouldn’t be ashamed to see it end this way whatsoever.

Sean is about to step forward for the kick when a set of hands reach under the ropes and grab his other ankle. The figure trips Sean forward a bit before he spins around and finds himself staring at this same cloaked and hooded figure who has been controlling the Alpha Generation.

Douglas: What the hell? It’s that mysterious gentlemen who had Jackson Adams overthrow Mark Comeau. What the hell is he doing out here!?!

Mayne: I don’t have a clue, why do you always ask me as if I know?

Sean is pointing at the figure who backs up the ramp before he turns to face Silencer, who is still rubbing at his eyes. He rushes forward at Silencer quickly only to be caught around the neck without warning. Silencer flips over into a moonsault Sambo suplex. The crowd is shocked as Johnson is driven hard into the canvas, Silencer landing at his side and then falling into the cover.

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The entire arena is on its feet going absolutely nuts as Silencer pins Sean.

Douglas: Ohhh, that finishing move of Silencer has been connected with and now he’s defeated Sean Genocide Johnson!

Mayne: And it’s all thanks to that cloaked apparition. Why did he help Silencer?

Silencer sits on the canvas, sweating profusely and appearing absolutely exhausted after this intense one on one opening contest. He turns to face the mysterious man backing up the ramp, pointing towards the former World Champion. Confusion sets into the eyes of Silencer throughout the process.


A NEW ERA OF ATTITUDE


The crowd has a loud reaction as the camera opens upon Ryan Mills. He stares back and forth with a rather confident expression existing upon his features, the camera panning out rather slowly to reveal Michelle Blacker located at his side. She grips a microphone and wears a slight smile on her face while lurking beside Ryan, who is dressed for in ring competition, ready to go out there and compete against Bitchcakes McPhee. The interview area consists of a screen where two planets are colliding behind their backs.

Michelle: Michelle Blacker, backstage with all the late breaking news here at War of the Worlds, and I’m now standing by with none other than ULW newcomer Ryan Mills. Ryan, it’s nice to see that you’ve recovered from the attack Killjoy put on you just a few weeks ago.

Ryan smirks while he reaches for his throat and acts as if he is about to tumble to the floor below. He catches himself and shakes his head apathetically.

Ryan: Oh, come on now, it takes a little more than what some SCW slimeball can throw at me to keep me out of the ring. You should know by now Michelle, as well as all the fans out there too, that Ryan Mills is simply indestructible, especially against anybody on this roster.

Ryan blows on the back of his fingers and swipes them over his chest confidently. Michelle raises an eyebrow and then starts again.

Michelle: Well, Ryan, that’s an argueable point, but let’s get to your match with Bitchcakes McPhee, which is only just a few seconds away.....

Mills: Why?

Blacker: Because it’s the guy your involved with up next in this match.

Ryan chuckles and shakes his head.

Ryan: So what? Big freaking deal, it’s Bitchcakes McPhee. I’m not exactly terrified about facing a man who names himself after both a pastry and a synonym for a cranky lady, the likes of yourself Michelle. The outcome of this match was pre-determined long ago, because the ULW management had to know, whomever they put against the returning Ryan Mills, was certainly in for disaster, that’s for sure.....

Devin: Confident aren’t we?

Ryan stops abruptly, and raises an eyebrow as if not impressed. A grinning Devin Hawk, Too Magnificent, and Jericho Dylan all march into the camera’s frame, the crowd booing viciously at the sight of the trio lurking before Mills. Devin has both tag team title belts over his shoulders while Jericho scratches his chin at the sight of Mills and shakes his head, acting rather disgusted by the sight of him.

Hawk: Too bad that confidence isn’t well placed. After all, the rest of the Alpha Generation and I, saw what you were capable of in your first run here in the ULW, and let’s just say, the term that came to us upon reflecting on it, was “pathetic.” Absolutely pathetic in fact. So if you want learn from your mistakes, then you should be watching three out of the four biggest talents in the ULW compete tonight, and take some notes kid. Hahahaha.

Jericho: Hey now, don’t humiliate the little kid because he doesn’t have the ability to learn, hahahaha.

Too Magnificent: Just like Hurse, who by the way is going to receive quite the lesson in brutality this evening.

A chuckle is heard from the trio before Ryan holds his hands up and appears flabbergasted.

Mills: Whoa, whoa, whoa, you mean to tell me that you three are the top guys in this company?

The trio nods with smirks on their faces, the Alpha Generation quite proud of themselves.

Ryan: Well then, thanks for confirming that this whole roster pretty much sucks then. If you guys really want to see a winner, then watch me go out there and beat Bitchcakes tonight, then I’ll gladly come backstage and enjoy watching everyone of you be humiliated in your respective matches.

Ryan chuckles as he slaps Devin Hawk on the shoulder and steps around him. Hawk glances at his shoulder, appearing outraged that his flesh was touched by Mills. Jericho and Too Magnificent turn as well, both men shaking their heads in rather disgusted fashions.

Jericho: Kids these days.


RYAN MILLS VS. BITCHCAKES MCPHEE


Douglas: Well, it certainly seems that Ryan Mills, and the Alpha Generation are confident about their chances tonight.

Mayne: This is the night that the new stars shall shine Dan, mark my words. This is the changing of the guard. Hurse will be taken out by Too Magnificent, Lethal Weapon will be destroyed by Devin Hawk, and Bitchcakes will be squashed by Ryan Mills.

Dan: Um, Bitchcakes isn’t a veteran, he’s still relatively new to the roster.

Mayne: Quit using your logic.

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

Mayne: And here’s the ubber talented Ryan Mills.

Douglas: Oh yes, this man certainly is chalk full of potential. And like Michelle said earlier, it’s great to see that he recovered from that brutal beating at Killjoy’s hands at our Halloween show.

Mayne: He’ll show just how 100% he is tonight in this match Dan, mark my words.

Ryan Mills is standing in the ring, smirking lightly. The fans aren't quite sure what to make of him... And with good reason. His actions as of late have been very confusing and hard to explain. They don't know whether to cheer him or boo him! Then, suddenly, this is what everyone hears. BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! BEER IS GOOD! AND STUFF!!! The chorus of Beer by Psychostick accompanies Bitchcakes McPhee as he runs down the aisle, slapping the hands of any and all fans he can get a hold of. He slides under the ropes quickly, anxious to get this battle under way so he can go back to drinking and partying.]

Dan Douglas: Fans, if you're just tuning in...

Billy Mayne: Shame on you!

Dan Douglas: Indeed. We now have a "return to ULW" match scheduled to take place between "The Lionheart" Ryan Mills and Bitchcakes McPhee... Both men are now in the ring, and the fans are still cheering for young Mr. McPhee!

Billy: And here I thought you were gonna say his first name. Pity.

Dan: I'm sure he'd rather be referred to as Mr. McPhee than his first name outside the ring... Said the wrong way, it could have serious physical repercussions!

Billy: Oddly enough, I agree with you.

[Dan doesn't have time to comment, as Ryan Mills is now on the offensive, stomping Bitchcakes before he can even stand up! This starts the fans booing, as they like Bitchcakes. Bitchcakes, being the kind of guy that he is, rises up and farts! Ryan immediately starts waving his hands in front of his face, backing off so he can breathe. The referee was on the other side of the ring at the time, so he doesn't have to worry about the smell. Strangely enough, there isn't any. The sound was enough to make Ryan back off. Bitchcakes grins broadly and gets to his feet, turns around and grabs Ryan in a bear hug. Ryan, still miming that he has no breath, is caught off guard, the fans laughing hysterically.]

Dan: My God, what was that?

Billy: Secret weapon?

Dan: Must have been... I've never heard of a man farting to make his opponent back away before! Of course, this IS the ULW... Anything's possible here!

Billy: You said it! Good lord, what did Bitchcakes eat for breakfast this morning?

[Nothing. He had his usual breakfast... Bud Light! But only one. He didn't want to be drunk before work. He's gonna save the drinking until after. Bitchcakes cinches in the bear hug, then throws Ryan over his head in a stunning belly to belly overhead suplex! Ryan goes sailing over the shorter man's head and comes to a stop near the ropes. The fans cheer uproariously, many of them still laughing from the sound effects earlier. No better way to get an opponent away from ya! Bitchcakes is grinning like the Cheschire Cat, then the smile fades as Ryan gets up and comes in, ducking down a bit, spearing Bitchcakes amidships.]

Dan: OUCH!

Billy: And just like that, Ryan Mills is back in this match.

[You said it, Billy. Ryan disregards the odor emanating from Bitchcakes' armpits and hoists him up, only to drop him with an uppercut elbow. Bitchcakes is sprawled on the mat again, fans booing Ryan rather loudly at this point. Ryan shrugs it off and starts stomping Bitchcakes, using the ropes for leverage. The referee starts the mandatory 5-count, which causes Ryan to back off at 4. Bitchcakes gets up, adjusts his shorts so they aren't falling down, then charges Ryan and hits him with a brutal spear. Ryan folds in half and Bitchcakes grins. When he sees Ryan curled up on his knees, forehead resting on the mat, he giggles a bit, then MOOS! That's followed by...]

Dan: COW TIPPIN'!

[Ryan falls over, seriously out of breath from that devastating duet. Bitchcakes rolls him onto his back and goes for a cover.

1...

2...

NO! Ryan kicks out! But just barely. Bitchcakes just shakes his head and thinks for a second, then scales the ropes and hits a moonsault! Ryan is wheezing now... Bitchcakes scrambles around, hooks both legs and leans back, putting all his weight on Ryan's shoulders.

1...

2...

NO WAY!!! RYAN KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! How he managed that, I don't know. But he did it. Bitchcakes shakes his head again, then backs up. Ryan staggers to his feet and gulps in huge mouthfuls of air. He hears a strange sound and turns around slowly. Bitchcakes is grinning in that maniacal way of his and that strange sound is heard again.]

Billy: What the...

Dan: Is young Master McPhee MOOING?

[Yup. Bitchcakes moos again, then charges in, grabs Ryan around the neck and...]

Dan: HANGOVER!

Billy: NO!

[Yes!

1...

2...

3!!!

The bell sounds and the referee lifts Bitchcakes' hand in victory. The fans cheer uproariously, absolutely ADORING the comedic way Bitchcakes won the match. Bitchcakes grins and rolls out of the ring, then heads up the ramp, slapping hands as he goes.]

Billy: I don't believe this... Ryan Mills actually lost.

Dan: There, there, Billy, there'll be other matches.

Billy: That's true. Fans, don't touch that dial... The ULW doesn't take commercial breaks during a PPV, so we'll get right to our next match!

The fans suddenly start booing as Ryan gets to his knees, outraged over his loss only to look up and spot none other than Devin Hawk standing on the stage. He is still holding both tag team title belts and wears a cocky smirk on his face. He claps his hands and shakes his head in the direction of Mills, who is dripping with sweat and appearing furious over his loss.


THE THOUGHTS OF A CHALLENGER


The entire arena is unanimous in their hatred as the camera opens abruptly upon none other than Orlando Cruze. He stares smugly towards the heavens with his arms crossed over his dark shirt and a pear of glasses on the edge of his nose. He is standing outside of his dressing room, Orlando written in bold across the front of it. The camera pans out a bit to reveal Michelle Blacker once again at his side, microphone clutched tightly in hand.

Michelle: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Michelle Blacker, backstage once again with the challenger for the World Heavyweight title tonight, none other than Orlando Cruze. Orlando, tonight, is a big night for you, your first World title opportunity in a long while....

Orlando: Rephrase that Michelle, my first World title opportunity I deserved a long while ago.

Michelle rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders before continuing.

Blacker: Alrighty then. Anyway, over the past few weeks we’ve seen a very personal rivalry rage between yourself and Desolation.

Cruze: A rivalry years in the making. Sorry to interrupt again Michelle, please continue.

Michelle: Okay, well, this all started over a Rock Bottom you hit on Desolation completely out of the blue.

Orlando: The most well deserved Rock Bottom in history mind you. Oh, my apologies, did I interrupt again, go ahead with your bland, dry line of questioning.

Michelle’s shoulders slump and anger fills her face.

Michelle: You know what, I’m sick of this. If you want to do your own interview, then do it already.

Michelle forces the microphone into the chest of Cruze, who is pushed back a bit as he glares down into it. He takes hold of the microphone with a huge smirk cutting across his face, watching Michelle storm away.

Cruze: Wow, if only I knew it was that easy.

Orlando switches his attention to the camera yet again, lifting the mic to his confident face.

Orlando: Hey there fans, how’s it going? How are ya? All amped over the pay-per-view, all excited, almost wetting your little pants at the thought of Desolation vs. Orlando Cruze in the main event? I bet you are, but I hope you realize your setting yourselves up for a heart break tonight if your supporting the World Champion. I’ve waited too long, been screwed over far too many times, and now, my wait is over, my pain and suffering has come to an end. I will become the World Champion tonight, and there’s not a thing on earth that can change that fact. After going so long devoid of a World title shot, I’m not going to allow myself to walk away tonight without the championship around my waist. This match isn’t just about a title though, it’s about redemption. I will redeem myself through spilling Desolation’s blood, through taking his body and destroying it before all of your very eyes. Tonight, two changes will occur. I will become the World Champion, and Desolation’s career will come to a bloody conclusion. The so called, “Dark Man,” has lived on his cloud for far too long, but a storm is brewing, one that is going to tear his world apart. I’m Orlando Cruze, I’m the redeemer, I’m the next Champion!

Suddenly a scuffle catches Orlando’s attention, his eyes shifting from the camera to something occuring down the hallway. There Eddie Vines is being thrown into a steel loading bay door head first. His body bashes off violently, with the Anarchy title around his waist. He was thrown from behind a corner and an impression os his body was left in the steel doorway. He slides down it with blood on his face as none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell steps into the camera’s frame from around the corner. A referee follows behind him as Eddie grabs the ankle of Vines and pulls him away from the door. He drops down on top of him now, hooking his leg. The official drops down and makes the count beside him.

1

2

3!

The entire arena goes nuts as Crazy Eddie celebrates, jumping to his feet and hopping up and down repeatedly. He reaches down and drags the strap off the waist of Vines, lifting it up into the air. He pulls the belt in close to the side of his face.

Eddie: Yes, yes! Finally, I have a belt to impress Desolation tonight!

Eddie keeps hopping up and down when he backs into the chest of Orlando Cruze. The fans begin to boo loudly while Eddie spins around and glares into the eyes of the Icon. Orlando is giving him a foul stare as Crazy Eddie backs up with the belt held in his grips and a frightful expression on his face.


BITTER FRIENDS, STIFFER ENEMIES


Hurse is located in the forefront of the camera, turning from side to side several times while he gets his body prepared physically for the impending street fight. The fans on the inside of the arena broadcast a very loud, positive reaction at the sight of him while he continues to stretch repeatedly from side to side, contorting his body in order to make sure every muscle is used. The dressing room abounds around him while he folds his arms over his chest and begins to do several squat thrust to stretch his hamstrings. In the middle of his work out a shadow is cast over him though, that causes the entire arena to go nuts at the sight of none other than Isaac Saine strolling into the camera’s view. He observes Hurse speculatively, and seems to be amused by his constant squat thrust. Hurse doesn’t even seem to realize he’s there as of yet.

Isaac: Wow, Hurse, you working out for your match or preparing to take it up the ass from Too Magnificent.

Hurse rises to his feet and stops exercising while the fans laugh crudely on the inside of the arena. He raises an eyebrow in the direction of Isaac and begins to shake his head.

Hurse: Well, Isaac Saine, come back here to plant some seeds of doubt in my head again?

A snide smirk formulates on Hurse’s face while Isaac begins to scratch at his chin and looks off into the distance.

Isaac: Nah, that’s gotten kind of boring and repetitive anymore. Besides I’m sure my attempts to get inside of your head are as pointless as Orlando Cruze’s. Anyhow, the only reason I came back here was to clear up a misconception I’ve been hearing since about two weeks ago, buddy old pal.

The Psychotic One pats Hurse on his exposed shoulder while Steven eyes the palm, then returns his sights to the masked features of Isaac. He appears somewhat sickened as he reaches into the locker behind him and grabs a baby wipe, swiping it over the area Isaac just touched.

Hurse: Let me guess, does this have something to do by chance, with the fact that you kept Jackson from cracking my skull in with a sledgehammer?

Isaac: Wow, Hurse, that was a logical deduction coming from you, I guess there’s a first time for everything. But to be serious for a second, I want you to know the reason I dared help you out was because.....

Hurse: Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, you just wanted to send a message to Jackson and you couldn’t give a damn if he took my head off with the sledgehammer. That’s what your going to say, but we all know the truth Isaac.

Saine appears taken aback.

Saine: Oh really? And what’s the truth?

Hurse smirks widely and sticks his arms out to his sides.

Hurse: Come on, after all these years of trying to rip one another apart, you’ve grown to love me, admit it.

Isaac shakes his head back and forth quickly before placing his palms to his temples.

Isaac: WHAT!?!

With a grin still wide across his face, Hurse pats Isaac on the shoulder several times.

Hurse: It’s kind of like Stockholm Syndrome. You get to know your abuser, the person who terrorizes you so, you start to actually sympathize with them.

Quickly, Isaac grabs a baby wipe from the box behind Hurse, swiping it over the area of his shoulder where Steven touched. Isaac now digs his finger into the chest of Hurse, shoving him back a bit.

Isaac: Listen pal, I don’t have a lick of respect or sympathy for you. You hit the nail on the head when you said I came out there just to send Jackson a message. That was it, there were no other motives. So live with it, and learn to understand that I’ll never, ever respect you.

Abruptly, Isaac turns away from Hurse.

Hurse: Hey, I understand that bud.

Isaac begins to march off, the camera facing him from the front as he makes his way to the door, Hurse still in the background stretching his arms.

Isaac: Good, as long as we have that clear everything’s fine.

Isaac begins to step out of the doorway, grabbing the knob and beginning to exit.

Hurse: Oh, by the way, thanks for the help friend.

Isaac stops in the doorway as his body tenses up and he stomps his foot in anger. He lets the door close behind him, appearing very frustrated.

Saine: God, I hate that guy.


VIDEO PACKAGE


Devin: Lethal Weapon is a disease to this industry.

An intense rock beat is heard in the background as the video package opens with Devin Hawk standing in the center of the ring, stomping away at a down Hurse. He wears a large grin on his face before he turns around to face a hooded figure crouched in the corner. The figure removes his hood, revealing himself as Lethal Weapon. He rushes forward and catches Devin with the Golden Bullet Spear to the gut.

Hawk: Lethal Weapon is a cancer eating away at this company, with his false legacy.

The camera shifts to a very dark location with Devin staring down into the camera, saying all of this through a chain link fence in front of his face, his fingers stuck through the holes and gripping it. The scene switches into Devin once again assaulting someone, only to turn around and be struck with the Golden Bullet Spear yet again by an invading Lethal. Hawk spills to the outside of the ring, backing up the ramp and appearing furious with drool spilling from his mouth. It switches to Devin yet again behind the chain link fence.

Devin: Lethal has done nothing for this industry but disgrace it. But now I’ll be the one who ends that disgrace, and actually helps to save this company.

The music in the background picks up in the background, becoming more dramatic as Hawk is shown assaulting Lethal at ringside after the casket match. Weapon is thrown into the casket attached to chains, and stuck to the back of a tow truck. It takes off, dragging the casket up the ramp and towards the back. It cuts back to Devin once more with eery tunes in the background.

Devin: I will not stop tonight, until there is nothing that remains of Lethal, but that same false legacy he perpetuates so sadly.

Lethal is featured at the top of a ladder, reaching for the briefcase in order to become number one contender. The case raises into the air and swings away from him though. The camera shifts to reveal Devin in the rafters holding the wire the case is stuck to, keeping it out of a furious Lethal’s grasp. The scene now switches to Lethal Weapon standing outside of the arena with a hooded sweat shirt on and ever intense expression on his face. He drives his fist into his palm.

Lethal: Devin Hawk, yes your young, yes, your full of spirit. Yes, you want to make yourself stand out.

Devin is shown trying to jump into the tow truck driver’s seat and pull Lethal away as he’s still trapped in the casket. It switches back to Lethal standing in the cold night air, his breath visible as it escapes his breath, a near by river in the background.

Weapon: But your not going to make a name for yourself at my expense!!

Lethal’s face becomes more intense than ever before the package cuts to scenes where Lethal is constantly spearing down Adevin in the ring.

Lethal: You may think that you’ve got what it takes to beat me, that I’m legacy is a joke, but come War of the Worlds, your going to find out why I truly am a Lethal Weapon. You’ll see why I’ve beaten so many up and comers just like you!

Lethal and Devin are shown brawling with one another now, before it cuts to Hawk attacking Lethal after the ladder match.

Weapon: You may have softened me up, but no amount of pain is going to keep me from kicking your ass tonight!

The intense music picks up in the background with images of Lethal spearing Devin, and the briefcase being lifted right out of Weapon’s reach. We then see Lethal being thrown into the casket with the chains attached to the back of the tow truck which peels away.

Hawk: I make the stand out performance of my career tonight.

Lethal: At War of the Worlds, you taste defeat yet again.

The music fades out as one last scene is shown of Lethal stepping nose to nose with Devin Hawk in the center of the ring.


LETHAL WEAPON VS. DEVIN HAWK


The pulsating beat of the drums triggers the sound of "This is the new shit" by Marylin Manson as a countdown begins on the screen, green lasers are circling in a clockwise fashion on the steel rampway, before suddenly fireworks explode from the stage area as the green lasers turn there angle so there lights are shining across the masses of fans all around the arena, many showing a huge respectful cheer for Lethal Weapon as the images of his past matches and feuds begins to show on the big screen. Suddenly the curtains pull aside and Weapon stands in the entrance way, his body glimmering under the stage lights, his eyes focused solely on the ring and the proposed victory ahead of him, he takes a deep breath and stretches his arms out to his side before walking slowly down the ramp ignoring the fans either side of him who try to reach out and touch his huge biceps. The blasting sound of Marylin Manson just seems to hype him up further his head nodding to the music before he leaps onto the ring apron and glares through the ropes at his opponent, his eyes are fiercesome as if staring a hole right through the man across from him, however he seems unphased and just stands on the apron before climbing through the ropes into the ring his arm suddenly thrusting into the air as he turns to the fans in the stands and closes his eyes to there reaction, he then drops his arm as the fans prepare for another exciting matchup.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, the time is now, no more waiting for Lethal Weapon vs. Devin Hawk, because it is next!

Mayne: Oh boy, I’ve been waiting for this one all night, and we get it early this evening. This is going to be brutal ladies and gentlemen. If you like physical intense, hard striking matches, you’ve tuned in at the right time.

Douglas: I will warn you fans, this match, much like several on the card tonight will not be for the faint of heart. A lot of brutality has been exchanged between these two over the past month and it comes to a heading right here tonight.

Lethal looks eager in the ring, marching back and forth in an intense state, ready to rip Devin apart it seems. Walk by Pantera now hits the PA system to a huge collection of boos from the sold out crowd. Devin Hawk marches immediately through the curtains, not wasting any time as he makes a B-line straight down the ramp, through the fogs and through the laser beams which shine over his back. Devin pays no attention to the booing fans as he rolls under the ropes into the ring and goes straight after Lethal. He has to be restrained by official Stuart Wright though.

Dan: Look at the intensity on Devin’s part, he really wants his hands on Lethal, and I’m sure the feeling is mutual.

Mayne: Man, this is going to be brutal.

Lethal is motioning for Devin to bring it, but is still being held back by the referee. Devin and Lethal eye one another shrewdly while stepping forward at a tentative pace. They then step forward and begin to lock up in a collar elbow lock. Devin bends forward and grabs the leg of Lethal quickly though, tripping him up in reverse onto the canvas. Weapon crashes onto his back while Devin drops to his knees, trying to get at his head with both hands. Weapon is swiping them away though while he rolls over onto his knees, Devin catching him in a front gantry though. Lethal swings around out of it though and pushes the arm of Devin downward, looking for some type of arm bar. Devin keeps that from happening as Lethal now has to crawl on top of him, straddling his back and reaching down for his face. Devin turns over onto his back though before he can get any type of submission applied from that position.

Lethal grabs his hands though, interlocking them within his own before he falls sideways to the canvas. He turns around and lands on his back, wrapping his legs around the arm of Devin, trying to establish a cross arm breaker submission. Devin interlocks his own hands though and keeps his arm from being pulled down into the hold. Lethal is forced to sit up as he keeps trying to pull that arm down desperately. Devin now rolls over backwards, pulling Lethal with him in the process as his legs were still stuck around his arm. He gets onto his chest and stomach while Hawk pulls the legs off of his arm, folding them around one another, placing them in some type of inverted Indian Death Lock almost. He stands up and leans over the legs, keeping them tied up around each other as he extends his hands out and catches Weapon around the jaw too. He pulls it up into the rear chin lock while leaning forward into the tied up legs of Lethal, pushing them into the lower spine of Weapon throughout the process.

Mayne: A very nice looking submission established here by Devin Hawk, these two really exchanging some quick submission holds, or at least trying too.

Douglas: There’s going to be some feeling out here for sure before they get into anything really hard hitting, and we both know there’s no better pure strikers than Devin Hawk and Lethal Weapon.

Lethal begins to push himself up now, forcing Devin to step over his legs and straddle his back. He keeps his hands interlocked in front of the jaw of Weapon, trying to pull up on it before Weapon reaches back with his hands. He pushes the thighs of Devin forward so that he is standing over the back of his neck and then rises to his feet. With a display of brute strength, Weapon forces Devin up into the air, seated on his shoulders in an electric chair drop position. He now steps towards one of the turnbuckles with Hawk trying to get down. Smugly Lethal sits Devin down feet first on the second rope in the corner and then steps out from under Hawk, slapping his back with both hands. Hawk looks over his shoulder at Lethal, who is backing up with a grin on his face, frustration mounting within the Alpha Generation member.

Mayne: My God, how did Lethal just do that? Devin is twenty pounds bigger than this man.

Douglas: Lethal has got some incredible strength, which mixes well with his speed, and this new found agility he brings into his matches.

He drops off the turnbuckle and turns towards Lethal, looking very flustered while he begins to approach him. They stick out their hands, looking for a Greco knuckle lock when Weapon suddenly delivers a powerful shin kick to the back of Devin’s thigh. The force of the impact causes Hawk to hop a bit on one foot before he shakes off his leg and remains just as determined to outshine Weapon here. He sticks his hands out and steps forward towards Weapon, both men once again looking ready for that Greco knuckle lock. With quickness, Hawk delivers his own powerful kick to the side of Lethal’s thigh now, welting it up a bit. Lethal jumps back, shaking off his leg and appearing unimpressed with his opposition.

The two rivals begin to circle one another once more, attempting to find some type of quick opening it seems until they step forward and begin to go for that test of strength type finger lock up one more time. Weapon steps to the side of Devin though and kicks him stiffly straight to the gut with another of those karate style buzzsaw shin shots. Devin grabs his mid-section while shouting out in pain before he stumbles forward, Lethal turning and slapping him brutally across the back of his head with an open hand palm strike. Devin crashes to the canvas when Lethal steps up and kicks him hard to the posterior now with an equally as stiff shot. The blow causes Hawk to yell out in pain before he rolls under the cables to the outside of the ring, dropping down feet first onto the mats. He rubs his gut and his posterior while staring furiously upon Lethal Weapon in the squared circle. Lethal tries to step after him while the referee holds the angry Legend at bay, demanding he stay in the ring. All the while Hawk rubs at his gut, building up his intensity with a foul expression befalling his face. He rolls back into the ring and immediately steps up towards Lethal in a frustrated state.

The two lock up into a collar elbow immediately, beginning to push against one another. Suddenly Lethal pulls Devin’s head down into a side headlock now, squeezing at the neck, twisting his head back and forth with both arms. Hawk stomps his foot, appearing to be growing in agitation before he wraps his arms around the waist of Weapon, pulling him backwards into the cables. They hit the ropes spine first before Devin launches Lethal off across the ring and now steps to the center of the squared circle. He plants himself when Lethal bounces off the opposite ropes and comes back in, delivering a straight, high impact shoulder block. Weapon remains standing while Devin is sent crashing on his back into the canvas, a stunned look setting into his eyes. Devin stands up quickly though, growing in absolute hatred and frustration as he pie faces Lethal, pushing the Hall of Famer backwards in a complete display of disrespect.

Douglas: I’m not sure how wise this is. You certainly do not want to be firing up Lethal Weapon.

Mayne: What’s the worse he’ll do, try to deliver a move that’s actually creative and snap his hip in the process?

Weapon turns and points at the cables behind Devin, demanding he try again. Hawk rushes into those ropes gladly, bouncing off and coming back in before he delivers a shoulder block of his own to Weapon. Lethal is staggered slightly before he unleashes a roar and slaps Hawk hard across the side of the face. Devin turns away from Weapon and staggers, shaking his head with dazed, glossy eyes. He stands up straight though, shaking his head free of the cobwebs and then rushing forward into the cables again. He bounces off and comes back in quickly when Lethal steps forward and throws a lariat, not allowing him to connect with another shoulder block. He gets behind Lethal, who spins around and walks straight into an incredibly stiff shin kick to the chest. The crowd groans loudly at the sound of the kick before Hawk connects with another one to the sternum of Lethal. The shots knock Weapon backwards before he’s struck with a third buzzsaw kick to his chest, almost taking him down. Devin turns away from Lethal and stares at his forearm, his entire body getting red as his intensity grows. He rushes forward into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in when the still standing Lethal charges forward and plants a stiff boot straight into his jaw. Hawk is taken off of his feet and onto his back, another shocked expression befalling his features.

Dan: Hawk just can’t get out of the gates here against Lethal Weapon, even those stiff kicks weren’t enough to get him in the driver’s seat.

Mayne: With the exception of Desolation and AWOL, I’ve never heard or seen kicks these stiff. These two definitely not pulling any punches against one another.

Devin rolls onto his chest and stomach, looking out cold now after that big boot before Lethal pounces upon him quickly. He grabs Hawk around the jaw, dragging him to his feet quickly with Devin barely able to keep them beneath his tired body. Weapon steps to the side of Devin though and connects with an incredibly stiff shin kick to his chest that causes the crowd to scream. Devin falls to his knees immediately, but to the shock of everyone he slaps the canvas and stares forward, unleashing a primal roar.

Devin: COME ON!!!

Lethal nods and steps in, delivering an even stiffer kick straight to the sternum of Devin that causes everyone in the arena to scream loudly. Devin remains on his knees with a red chest while he is getting even more fired up than ever before, his entire body shaking violently. However, Lethal steps up behind him and connects with an equally as devastating shin kick to the back of his head now. Another, “oh,” can be heard from the crowd as Devin crashes onto his chest, looking completely out of it. Weapon steps in quickly, grabbing Devin around the neck and pulling him to his feet. He now snapmares him over onto the canvas upon his seat before stepping to his side and then moving in with another incredibly stiff kick to his chest and neck almost. Hawk is knocked onto his back before Weapon turns and rushes into the cables at his side, bouncing off and coming back in before he jumps into the air. He gets tremendous height until coming down knee first directly into the face of Hawk. Devin begins to go into convulsions while Lethal remains in a kneeling base, breathing intensely, almost snarling in fact. He finally forces himself onto his feet and approaches Hawk who is lying on his side once again, completely out cold. Wrapping his arms around Devin’s neck, Lethal drags him up to his feet. Hawk barely has the strength to stand when Lethal drills him to the face with a forearm, backing him up into the corner. Devin leans on it for support when Lethal steps in and connects with one of the stiffest chops ever heard. It leaves noticeable welt forming on the red sternum of Devin.

Without warning though, Hawk steps out of the corner and connects with his own knife edge chop to the chest of Lethal, staggering him backwards. Weapon grunts and grinds his teeth from the brutal, stiff chop that causes the crowd to turn away in disgust. Devin hits another brutal chop to his chest that almost takes Lethal out of his boots before he grabs Hawk by the hair. He steps forward and delivers a quick, brutal headbunt to the face of Hawk, knocking him off of his feet and down to the canvas. Devin rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, dropping to his knees on the mats and appearing to be almost dead on his feet. The referee commences with a ten count, about to disqualify Devin who is struggling to get to his feet. His body seems to be killing him while he approaches the ring, rolling under the ropes as the official reaches a seven count.

Douglas: Man, if I was Devin, I’d almost be tempted to stay out of the ring at this point. I’ve never seen a match this stiff before.

Mayne: You ain’t kidding, just look at Lethal’s forehead, it’s already lacerated thanks to his own headbunt.

Blood is indeed beginning to dribble from a small wound in Lethal’s head from that shot he just connected with to take Devin out of the ring. Hawk begins to stand up when Lethal grabs him around the neck, pulling him all the way up and snapmaring him over onto the canvas across his seat. Weapon drops down and buries his knee into the back of Devin while interlocking his hands around his jaw, further pressing his advantage with this submission locked in now. However, Hawk refuses to be bested and kept down, immediately beginning to force his way upward. Lethal stands as well, keeping the rear chin lock applied though as Devin reaches a standing base. He then reaches up and grabs the hands interlocked around his jaw, pulling them away while turning towards Lethal and gripping him by a single wrist. He pulls him forward into an Irish whip when Lethal turns around instead though, reversing it and pulling Hawk forward in his direction. He catches Devin and lifts him into the air before dropping him groin first onto his knee with a Manhattan Drop. Hawk remains on his feet, hopping up and down while grabbing himself when Weapon stands and rushes back first into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the air. He flies through the air and connects with a stiff knee to the face of Devin, knocking off of his feet to the canvas across his back, everyone going nuts over the hard shot. Lethal isn’t done yet though, standing up quickly and rushing in as he jumps into the air and comes down back first into the chest and ribs of Hawk with a big back senton splash. The fans stand up, clapping and cheering over the stiff series of moves they just witnessed from Lethal, pulverizing the body of Devin.

Hawk is going into convulsions while he rolls onto his stomach, Lethal sitting up on the canvas and grinning. He seems to be enjoying dishing out this punishment upon Hawk while turning onto his knees. He stands up and approaches Devin quickly, stepping over his back and interlocking his hands in front of his jaw. He pulls him up into almost a version of the camel clutch, really wrenching in reverse on the head of Hawk. A groan can be heard from Devin, although he’s clearly not trying to show any form of weakness to his opponent. Weapon is enjoying methodically picking him apart here, evident by the fact that he’s not gone for a single pinfall. He seems dead set on making Devin suffer for everything that the Alpha Generation member has put him through over the past few weeks. Devin is just as driven though, beginning to force himself upwards to a standing base as once again Lethal is forced to step off of his back but keeps his hands interlocked about his jaw. When Devin gets to his feet he turns and back elbows Lethal hard to the gut. He connects with a second back elbow to his mid-section and finally frees his head from the grasp of Weapon, immediately grabbing his wrist and attempting another Irish whip. Lethal turns around though and stops the attempt for a second time, pulling Devin into him once more. This time he catches Hawk on his shoulders, standing up and holding him in a fireman’s carry position. The crowd is screaming before Devin pushes himself off the shoulders of Lethal and swings around with his body. As he does, he wraps his hands around the chin of Lethal and buries his knees into his back before pulling him down with the lung blower. The double knee back cracker causes Weapon to flop over onto his side, arching his spine and gritting his teeth in hellacious pain.

Mayne: Hahaha, yes, yes, Devin connects with that lung blower right on the spine of Lethal Weapon, what an amazing counter by this explosive Devin Hawk.

Douglas: I must admit that was quite the reversal in this intense one on one bout here at War of the Worlds. It’s obvious both men are busting out all they’ve got for this very personal grudge bout. I’m actually surprised by this. Devin Hawk has a considerable height and weight advantage in this match, but thus far, Lethal Weapon has been fighting and standing his ground here like the bigger of these two men.

Lethal begins to stand up though, reaching for his spine before a fired up Devin Hawk steps in and grabs him around the jaw with one hand. He helps the dazed Weapon to his feet before rushing into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes charging back in before jumping into the air and blasting him to the jaw with a forearm strike. Lethal is staggered but not taken down, refusing to be knocked from his feet. Devin steps back, appearing stunned before he rushes into the cables again. He bounces off, jumps into the air and hits a second elbow strike to the jaw of Lethal, but he’s still not taken down. The fans seem shocked before a flustered Devin removes his elbow pad, throwing it down and then unleashes a roar as he charges into the cables in front of Weapon. He bounces off and comes rushing back in before jumping into the air and delivering a third, even more stiff forearm to his face. Weapon somehow keeps standing as Devin immediately charges into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes back in before Lethal throws a lariat at him. Devin ducks it and continues into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them and coming back in when Weapon turns to face him. A loud roar escapes Devin’s throat while he jumps into the air and blasts the neck of Weapon with a brutal lariat, taking him right down to the canvas. The crowd cannot help but to cheer the stiff shots they just witnessed while Devin rests on his knees, taking several deep breaths.

Weapon refuses to stay down though, immediately rolling onto his knees when Hawk steps in and kicks him hard to the face with a stiff shin kick. Lethal gets to a single knee now, looking very stunned when Devin steps to his side and delivers another stiff, sternum cracking chop. Lethal is almost taken from his kneeling base by the blow as Devin grabs him around the neck and pulls him to his feet. He takes him by the wrist and goes for the Irish whip. For a third time, Lethal reverses it though and instead sends Devin into the cables. Hawk bounces off as Lethal bends forward for a back drop only to have his opponent jump over him and connect with a sunset flip. He rolls Lethal up into the pin.

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Lethal kicks out as Devin stands and immediately pushes his legs over sideways. He lets Lethal fall onto his chest and stomach as Devin hooks up his legs and instinctively goes straight into the STF. The fans are booing furiously at the sight of this while the Alpha Generation member breaths with great intensity, his face contorted with rage.

Mayne: I knew Devin would get in control of this match eventually, and now he’s straight up owning this geriatric Lethal Weapon. This all could have been avoided if Lethal would have just vanished off into the horizon, and let guys like Devin have their chance to shine.

Douglas: If someone wants the opportunity to shine, then they should accomplish it by actually beating their opponent, not waiting for them to retire.

Billy: There you go, taking all the fun out of it for me with your God damn logic.

The fans are still booing while Devin pulls back on the neck of Lethal and keeps his legs really tied up. He has this submission expertly applied, contorting both the neck and legs of the Hall of Famer and seeming to enjoy every second of the pain he inflicts. A “let’s go Lethal” chant has already started from the sold out crowd as Weapon tries to move towards the cables which are only a few inches away. He sticks his hand out when Devin changes up the submission. He grabs that extended hand of Lethal and pulls it out to his side before wrapping his legs around it and interlocking his hands in front of the jaw of Weapon. He retracts his head with all of his strength, applying the crossface and getting a loud reaction from the crowd. Lethal is now yelling out in pain, unable to stop from doing so while he reaches out for the cables with his one free hand. He now wraps it around the bottom rope, everyone celebrating in the arena, pleased to see him get out of this crossface by Hawk. Devin breaks the crossface and remains sitting up on the canvas, huffing and sighing in disbelief that he didn’t just get the submission.

Lethal has already begun to push himself up onto his knees when Devin stands up slowly and turns towards him. He steps in and connects with another stiff kick straight to his chest, causing Lethal to stand up and look to be in incredible pain. As he rises to his feet, Devin connects with another stiff kick to his chest and then swings around with his foot before delivering an absolutely brutal boot to the jaw of Weapon. The shot sends him staggering into the cables and falling through them to the outside of the ring. Lethal crashes onto his chest and stomach on the outside mats, beginning to force himself up onto his feet with sweat dripping from his exhausted, very bruised up body. Blood dribbles from his forehead while he begins to stand up now, turning towards the ring where the large Devin Hawk is preparing for something. He stomps his foot and calls for Lethal to stand up with a single arm before rushing into the ropes back first. He bounces off and charges across the ring before diving through the ropes straight at Lethal with a suicide dive headbunt. Lethal steps out of the way though and causes Devin to crash sternum first straight into the steel barricade. The entire arena starts to scream and go nuts at the sight of this while Hawk falls onto his back, reaching for his chest.

Douglas: OH MY GOD!! Devin Hawk may have just killed himself going for that suicide dive headbunt to take out Weapon, because he crashed right into that barricade instead!

Mayne: Talk about sick, I’ve never seen something so brutal. That’s why hefty fellows shouldn’t go airborne.

Devin remains on his back upon the mats, completely out cold after damn near killing himself with that botched attempt at the suicide dive headbunt. Lethal steps in, sweating profusely, absolutely exhausted while he grabs Devin by the hair, sitting him up. He connects with another stiff chop to the back of Devin’s neck, which seems to bring him back to live, Hawk groaning loudly. Lethal drags his almost dead weight to his feet now and pulls him towards the cables. He rolls him into the ropes quickly, Devin ending up on his back, unable to stand on his own. Weapon follows him in, breaking the official’s count before he pulls Devin up to his feet and takes a hold of his wrist, whipping him quickly into the turnbuckle. Devin turns and hits it spine first, his arms falling over the cables, barely able to stand up straight when Lethal now rushes across the ring and jumps into the air. He sticks his knee out to drive it into the face of Devin, who side steps him though and places his arm across his chest. Lethal shouts “oh shit,” before he is thrown down to the canvas hard with the standing STO out of the corner. The body of the hall of famer is driven incredibly hard into the canvas, arching his back from the ring while Devin quickly pulls himself up into the corner. He stands on the second rope and jumps off now, planting a straight elbow into the chest of the laid out Lethal. Weapon’s body goes into convulsions it seems while Devin flows around quickly into the cover.

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Lethal gets his shoulder up, kicking out while the dazed Devin sits on the canvas, surprisingly fighting onward after hitting that barricade with such force. He is mouthing something beneath his breath while blood seeps from between his lips, as if he may have bitten his tongue. He stands up quickly and grabs Lethal around the neck, dragging him to his feet. He pulls him to a standing base before whipping him across the ring, finally successfully doing so. Lethal charges into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in before Devin bends forward much like Weapon did earlier. Lethal leap frogs him though and continues into the opposite ropes. When he reaches them he jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and springing off as he turns in mid-air to face Devin. Hawk turns around and catches him across his chest though, swinging around into a snap spinning powerslam that drives the body of Weapon hard into the canvas. Devin is finally using his weight advantage as he buries his forearm into the face of Lethal, going for the pinfall.

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Lethal kicks out again, the crowd starting to really get behind him as he sits up on the canvas. Devin buries his knee into his back though immediately and grabs bot of his arms, pulling back on them. He has Lethal in a modified surfboard, really digging his knee into the spine of the hall of famer and now controlling this contest thoroughly.

Mayne: This is great, Devin is really just methodically ripping Lethal apart, breaking him down ever so slowly and painfully. I love it.

Douglas: Well, he was trying to match Lethal earlier with quick, offensive strikes, but now he’s making use of that size advantage, which is a very smart move on his part.

Lethal is continuing to grit his teeth while Devin pulls back even further on his arms and digs his knee a little deeper into his back. Once again Weapon continues to show what made him a Legend in the ULW, beginning to force his way to his feet. Devin takes his knee away and steps forward, locking his arms around the neck of Lethal now, placing him in a sleeper. Weapon remains on a single knee while the air is cut off to his head by the thick arms of Devin almost crushing his throat. Lethal continues to force his way up to his feet though, continuing to fight as he finally gets to a standing base. He bends forward and slides around behind the back of Devin now, freeing himself from the sleeper and placing Hawk in a reverse waist lock. He begins to push him forward into the cables before Devin performs a standing switch, getting around behind Weapon and locking his arms around his waist. He pushes Lethal forward into the cables now, Weapon hitting them chest first and wrapping his arms around the top one. Devin drops down for an attempted roll up but Lethal keeps his arms stuck around the top cable. This forces Devin to roll over in reverse onto his feet, when Lethal turns around to face him and begins to rush in. As soon as he takes a step forward though, Devin lifts his boot and connects with an insanely stiff Yakuza kick right to his face. Lethal turns and crashes onto his back upon the canvas once more while Devin falls into the cover back first.

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No, Weapon gets his shoulder up off the canvas for a third straight time. An exhausted Devin sits up, still bleeding from the mouth and appearing more irate than ever that he can’t seem to finish off Lethal with these high impact moves. He now stands up and grabs Lethal by the hair, forcing him up onto his feet and bending his head forward. He sticks it under his seat and wraps his arms around his waist before lifting Lethal into the air and then powerbombing him brutally back down to the canvas. Devin leans forward with his shoulders pressed to the back of Weapon’s legs.

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Lethal kicks out and turns sideways, as Devin pushes him over once again and steps over his back now, holding onto his legs. He lifts them over his shoulders and sits on the upper back of Lethal, holding him in a modified double Boston Leg Crab. Weapon pushes himself up onto the points of his elbows, roaring loudly and feverishly searching for the cables with his hands. They are much to far away, Lethal realizing that he is in for a struggle if he wishes to reach them. Lethal immediately begins to do so though with blood dribbling from his forehead. As soon as he starts to move towards the ropes, Devin transitions out of the double crab into the step over crossface, locking it in perfectly upon Lethal. The crowd is screaming loudly, everyone going nuts at the sight of Lethal being locked in this submission, one that seems almost unescapable of the hall of famer, after all his body has been put through in this contest. The crowd is slapping the barricades though and shouting for him to get to the ropes, to reach them and find his salvation.

Douglas: Weapon finding himself right back in the predicament he was earlier in this match, stuck in that step over crossface, that intense STF. He might not have much more left with his body being dissected this way.

Mayne: I told you Dan, didn’t I tell you that the Alpha Generation are the best in the business today? That they’re well on their way to holding World titles? It all starts tonight with the destruction of yet another of their enemies, Lethal Weapon.

The arms of Devin pull back hard on the head of Lethal, who is immersed in sweat and breathing rapidly to keep some air in his lungs. He digs his fingers into the canvas and begins to pull both his weight and the weight of Devin across the ring. It seems impossible, but Weapon is slowly inching his way towards those cables. Devin cannot believe it while he shakes his head, actually breaking the STF and turning with his body. He holds down the head of Lethal, pinning it to the canvas with one hand while turning so that he can drop his knee repeatedly into the side of Weapon’s face. The crowd groans with each repeated knee strike to the cranium of Weapon, all of it done in the attempt to further weaken him for yet another hold. With one last knee drop to the side of Lethal’s head, Devin falls back down to the canvas and grabs him by the hair to pull his head back up. He grabs the arm of Weapon and tries to put it between his knees while attempting to lock his hands in front of his jaw. Before he can do so though, Lethal scoots backwards, getting behind Hawk and locking up both of his arms with the full nelson. The crowd starts to cheer as Weapon forces himself up onto his feet, pushing Devin to a standing base as well. He seems ready to hit the dragon suplex when Devin swings down with his arms, knocking himself free from the full nelson. However, Lethal just reaches down and locks his arms around the waist of Devin instead, snapping back into a huge release German suplex. A huge cheer can be heard from the fans as Devin crashes hard into the canvas. He rolls onto his side, looking dazed now but trying to get back to his feet. Weapon barely seems to have the strength to rise though after all he’s endured.

Douglas: Lethal fought out of the crossface and hit a hell of a German suplex, this is just the opportunity he needs to get back into his match.

Mayne: Even if he does get back into this contest it will all be for nothing, because there’s no way Devin’s not leaving here without a win.

Hawk stands up with a banged up frame when Lethal rushes in and lariats him hard right back down to the canvas. Hawk rolls over and gets to his feet when the sluggish Weapon takes him down with a quick running back elbow, almost falling to the canvas as well throughout the process. Devin begins to stand up again, not staying down for long when Lethal stumbles up behind him and applies a weak reverse waist lock. Suddenly Devin back elbows though, Lethal breaking the waist lock as Hawk spins around to face him after throwing the shot. When he faces his opponent, Lethal instead catches him in a front waist lock, dropping back into the belly to belly suplex. Devin flips over and crashes into the canvas across his back, yelling out in pain as he arches his spine from the canvas. The fans are all standing now when Lethal rolls onto his knees, beginning to motion for Devin to stand, obviously setting up for the Golden Bullet Spear this time. Everyone is going nuts while Devin forces himself to a standing base, almost falling over in the process.

Mayne: Don’t turn around Devin, don’t turn around!

Douglas: He can’t hear you!

Hawk stands up and finally turns to face Weapon, who bolts across the ring straight into the Golden Bullet Spear. Devin side steps him though, Lethal rushing into the cables instead. He turns and bounces off of them back first before coming back at Hawk who catches him with a kick to the gut. Devin grabs Lethal around the head and sluggishly pulls it between his legs, turning to face the center of the ring while he signals for the flipping piledriver. Screams can be heard from the crowd before Lethal stands up, back dropping Devin through the air. Hawk flips over and crashes across his back hard upon the canvas, the crowd overjoyed. Devin hits the ring hard and rolls over slowly, beginning to force himself to his feet when Lethal turns and bends forward again. He seems intent on finishing Hawk with the spear, anxiously waiting for Devin to get up as he finally does. Lethal rushes quickly across the ring, bent forward for the spear when Devin kicks upward, square into his face. Weapon stands up straight with a dazed glint in his eyes when Devin reaches out and takes him by the throat, grabbing the back of his pants as well. Devin is set for the chokeslam, hoisting him into the air quickly. Lethal turns though, freeing his neck and dropping to the canvas behind Devin, rushing spine first into the ropes. Hawk turns around in shock when Lethal bolts forward straight into the Golden Bullet Spear to the gut of Devin. The entire arena is flooded with cheers and screams from the crowd as Weapon crawls painstakingly into the cover on Devin.

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Everyone is going nuts before Hawk’s shoulder shoots from the canvas. Lethal turns, his eyes bulging from their sockets and his mouth agape as he realizes Devin just kicked out of the Golden Bullet Spear.

Douglas: Oh my God, Devin Hawk kicked out of the Golden Bullet Spear, what a match this has been!

Mayne: This is great, everything that Lethal has thrown at Devin has failed to put him away! Now Lethal’s got nothing left!

The crowd is still screaming with disbelief over the fact that Devin just kicked out of the spear and has turned onto his side, already beginning to force himself up to his feet. Weapon gets to his feet slowly, sweating profusely while Devin tries to force himself to a standing base as well. Weapon backs into the turnbuckle and motions for Devin to get up. Hawk forces himself to his feet, battered and busted up through his mid-section. He barely has any strength left in his body while sluggishly turning towards Lethal, who bolts out of the corner. Weapon spears Devin straight to the gut once more, taking him over backwards and sending him crashing hard into the canvas across his back.

Dan: A second Golden Bullet Spear!!

Mayne: Nooo!!

Devin is completely out of it as Lethal stands up, not even going for the cover. Instead he motions furiously for Hawk to rise to his feet while backing into the corner. He hunches down while Devin begins to rise almost astonishingly to Lethal, who is shaking his head in disbelief. Hawk’s inside seem badly busted up while he forces himself up to his feet, very sluggishly. He turns to face Lethal once more, who bolts out of the corner and connects with a third Golden Bullet Spear, almost flipping Hawk over backwards. He crashes into the canvas across his spine as Lethal hooks his leg desperately hoping this is enough.

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The entire arena is going nuts as Weapon rises to his knees and raises his arms above his head in celebration of his victory.

Douglas: Lethal has finally done it, it took three Golden Bullet Spears, but Weapon defeated Devin Hawk in what was a brutal battle here tonight.

Mayne: That was some of the stiffest, most grueling action I’ve ever witnessed Dan, and I can’t believe Devin didn’t have what it takes to kick out after three spears. I thought he had this match, dammit, I thought he had it!

Dan: This is certainly a match I’ll never forget Billy, Devin showed what heart he really has tonight.

Lethal rolls to his knees now, staring down at Devin who is laid out in absolute shock. He rises to his feet slowly with sweat dripping off his exhausted, battered body. Beginning to stagger backwards, Lethal falls into the cables, using them to hold himself up qhile he stares at Devin still in an absolute state of astonishment. He now thrusts his arms into the air to a huge reaction from the crowd before bailing from the ring. He steps onto the mats and staggers backwards up the ramp, still lifting his arms aloft and getting a tremendous reaction from the sold out crowd.

Douglas: What a victory Billy, what a victory.

Mayne: Quit sucking up to these fans you blow heart, Lethal has ruined the prospect of putting over another young star.

Douglas: I wouldn’t say that Billy, he took Devin to one of the greatest matches I’ve ever seen here tonight.

Lethal continues to back up the ramp with his arms held in the air, absorbing this moment as he stands on the stage. Every fan in attendance, rather they love Lethal, or hate him are standing and putting their hands together for what has been a fantastic match here in the ULW. He bows down before the fans one more time when suddenly Jericho Dylan rushes out of the curtains behind Weapon. He charges up behind Lethal and takes him by the back of the trunks and the head, rushing him at the side of the stage and throwing him off. The crowd is shocked as Weapon flips over forward and crashes through a stack of tables. The wood shatters around Lethal’s body as he tumbles all the way to the concrete below, everyone watching on in a state of absolute disbelief as a grinning Jericho Dylan backs up and swipes his palms against one another.

Douglas: WHAT THE HELL!?! No, no!! Jericho Dylan just came out of nowhere and tossed Lethal off the stage and through that table!! What the hell is wrong with him?

Mayne: Hahaha, that’s how you get things done Dan!

The crowd is still booing loudly while Jericho steps backwards slowly and takes a rather graceful bow. Security and EMTs are coming around to check on Lethal who lies motionless amongst the broken chunks of wood. Jericho backs up laughing.

Jericho: That’s called finishing the job Lethal, hahahaha.

Dylan is still laughing his ass off as he backs up through the curtains the camera cutting to Lethal spread amongst the broken chunks of wood, absolutely motionless. EMTs surrounding him in disbelief.

Mayne: What a way to end this match, hahaha.

Douglas: This is bullshit, absolute bullshit!!


VIDEO PACKAGE


Douglas: I cannot believe this, tonight, Too Magnificent has sold his soul once again!

The video cuts abruptly to Too Magnificent chokeslamming Isaac Saine just after his match with Hurse. It then switches to both the Submission Champion and Too Magnificent standing on the stage side by side and laughing their assess off over what they just accomplished. Cryptic music plays in the background as we see shots of Hurse and Too Magnificent teaming together in a match against the Syndicate. We see Too Magnificent pick up the win after Hurse took out Devin on the apron.

Douglas: Too Magnificent and Hurse make quite the team Billy. They’re willing to sacrifice themselves to protect the other.

Too Magnificent drags Hurse out of the way before he can be beaten by AWOL, but then takes the former Champion’s finisher himself and gets pinned. Hurse walks away, looking quite pissed that Too Magnificent lost the match for them. The music picks up in the background while Too Magnificent is shown getting involved in Hurse’s matches, using a teddy bear to spray black mist in individual’s faces. He is shown throwing brass knucks to Hurse during his World title match against AWOL, and so much more.

Mayne: These two make an unstoppable team!

The music picks up in the background though and gets a bit darker as an image of Killjoy is shown standing in the ring, microphone in hand.

Killjoy: So the ULW wants a fight, SCW is willing to give it to them....

A loud reaction is heard from the fans as Hurse marches through the curtains, showing a different side of himself while he marches heroically to the ring. He slides in and goes after Killjoy, when the music takes a demonic spike, a SCW contingent jumping the barricades and sliding into the ring. They immediately jump Hurse in the squared circle, several shots shown of CHBK superkicking Hurse while he’s held up by Greg Cherry and Jay Gold. Hurse is busted open from the attack while he’s also driven to the canvas with the Cherry Picker! The fans cheer as a group of ULW stars rush from the back though and chase off the SCW group.

Douglas: Here comes the calvary, thank God!

The SCW guys high tail it with the whole ULW lockeroom in pursuit while Too Magnificent slides into the ring with a chair, helping a battered, barely conscious Hurse to his feet.

Mayne: Too Magnificent helping out his tag team partner Hurse, thankfully.

The Submission Champion is standing with nice, soft tunes heard in the background, almost triumphant music. Suddenly, the screen twists and contorts violently when Too Magnificent turns and slams the chair in hand so violently over the skull of Hurse. It gets caught from many different camera angles, the music picking up and moving very quickly. The chair is driven into the head of Hurse violently, replaying again and again to add emphasis. A bloodied, crumbled Hurse now lies on the canvas before we see a repeated shot of Too Magnificent driving Hurse down into the chair with the Midas Touch.

Douglas: Nooo, what has Too Magnificent done? He’s betrayed Hurse!

Mayne: He’s damn near killed him!

A bloodied Hurse is shown, barely conscious in the ring, the screen highlighted in a reddish hue. Too Magnificent stands over him, highlighted in red as well while he laughs in a deep, demonic tone. His laughter is sinister, cruel, and made to sound all the more evil.

Dan: There is going to be hell to pay for this!

Several scenes switch through with Too Magnificent brutalizing Hurse while he leans back first against a wall now, bloodied again. Too Magnificent holds up the bloodied face of Hurse towards the camera. We then see an image of Hurse forcing Orlando to tap out only to have Too Magnificent distracting the referee.

Douglas: Dammit ref, turn around, turn around!

Too Magnificent is shown grinning sadistically as he backs up the ramp at a furious Hurse in the ring.

Dan: I cannot wait to see these two lock up at War of the Worlds.

The music suddenly switches into an upbeat, epic tone. It features Hurse attacking Too Magnificent at ringside and battling him into the crowd before showing his face in the backstage area with a strap in hand.

Hurse: Too Magnificent.....

An image of the laughing Too Mag is shown standing over the bloodied, broken Hurse.

Hurse: I’m challenging you to a street fight....fight.....fight.....fight!

His last words repeat while the screen becomes red and shakes, the camera zooming in on Hurse’s faces.

Douglas: At War of the Worlds it will be Hurse vs. Too Magnificent, in a street fight!

Hurse is shown bloodied, lying on the floor in the backstage area with Too Magnificent stomping away at him. It cuts to Too Magnificent holding Hurse’s bloodied head down on a flight of stairs, waiting for Jackson Adams to crush his skull with a sledgehammer. The scenes switch into ones of Hurse attacking Too Magnificent backstage while Lethal was about to be pulled away by a tow truck trapped in a casket. The images flash through even quicker, a bloodied Hurse, Too Magnificent driving him face first into a steel chair with the Midas Touch. Hurse assaulting Magnificent with a leather strap, Too Mag distracting the referee while Orlando tapped out.

Douglas: Who will survive.....survive.......vive.

The music slows down to a snails pace while Too Magnificent is shown laughing disturbingly in slow motion, standing over a bloodied former friend in Hurse.


TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. HURSE
STREET FIGHT


The camera comes back live with Lethal Weapon leaning on two EMTs, his arms draped over their shoulders as they assist him to the backstage area.

Douglas: What a match this is going to be, and what a battle we just witnessed. As you can see, Lethal Weapon is being helped out of the stage side area right now, after what I can only describe as a truly cowardly attack by Jericho Dylan.

Mayne: Pfft, Lethal got what he deserved, here’s hoping he was seriously injured thanks to Jericho Dylan. Just like I’m praying Hurse is seriously injured after this match.

Suddenly the bass line of “Animal I have become” by Three days grace begins to play out of the speaker system causing the fans to stand up and look up the ramp toward the entrance area, boos are instantly echoing out from all around the arena, the big screen is playing the video for Too Magnificent, the words “Midas Touch” flashing across the screen before showing shots of him hitting his finisher on his opponents.

Suddenly the curtains pull aside and from the back Magnificent walks out preparing for his first in ring match for weeks after suffering multiple injuries, he takes a deep breath and suddenly just throws his arms in the air with a roar of adrenalin as pyros shoot from either side of him, he then walks down the ramp looking at the ground and focusing on the job that needs to be done to get the fight over for a win for Alpha Generation.

He climbs up on the apron and just enters the ring before turning back to the ramp and cracking his neck as he prepares for his long term rival, the man the world knows as creative control, Hurse.)

Dan Douglas: As much as I think highly of Magnificent in the ring and especially in a hardcore scenario such as this one, I can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he is biting off more then he can chew here, he has not been in the ring for weeks and is going to be covered in rust, fighting Hurse now seems very silly!

Billy Mayne: Dan, Jackson would not have sent him out here or booked him in this match if he didn’t think Magnificent was ready for it, believe me, I think Mag has a card up his sleeve that Hurse nor any of the rest of us expect.

Dan Douglas: Yeah and I bet it involves two words, Alpha Generation!

(The crowd begins to quiet down, growing impatient, wanting to bask in the greatness of yet another huge wrestling star, another phenomenal athlete. That’s when the lights begin to dim in the arena, everything becoming almost completely pitch black. Classic music begins to play in the background, causing the fans to begin cheering quite loudly, realizing who is about to stroll through the curtains, tying this musical beat in with the arrival of a true Legend.

’BREAKDOWN!!!’

As this word is screamed through the sound system, Breakdown by Breaking Benjamin begins to play throughout the arena, a single spotlight shining upon the curtains that comprise the entry way. Yellow lights dance around the ring from the rafters as through the curtains strides none other than Hurse, the Master of Control. The cheers just get louder by his presence as he stops upon the stage, soaking up the appreciation he believes he is receiving for all of his prior acts here in the ULW. A long yellow, sleeveless, trench coat, with a hood, hangs from his body, shadowing his face somewhat and dragging across the stage behind him. A small white surgical mask clings to the area around his nose and mouth as Hurse sticks his arms out to his sides and now begins to spin in circles, revealing the black protective gloves clinging to his hands, and showing off the black dragon design upon the back of his coat. The fans are screaming there support as Hurse stops abruptly upon the ramp and turns towards the curtains. Through them stride two men in yellow shirts, carrying with them matching cans of air sanitizer. They begin to spray into the stands at Hurse’s sides and then around the area of the ramp where he intends to walk, making sure to prevent any type of contamination. Hurse turns around to face the ring, where the lights from the rafters are still sending beams of yellow rays down upon the canvas, dancing about it in synchronism with the music, he shoves aside the two men with air spray as he now jumps gracefully onto the apron, removing his coat slowly before tossing it to one of the individuals in yellow shirts. This allows his yellow wrist bands and tights to come into view, as well as his black elbow pads and boots, matching the color of the dragon designed wrapped around the thigh areas of his lower attire. He grabs the top rope now and jumps over it into the center of the ring as he sticks his arms out to his sides and spins in circles across the ring, the crowd screaming with absolute delight at the sight of him, however as he turns to Too Magnificent the golden one charges him and swings a wild right hand, Hurse immediately ducks it and turns to Mag slamming a hard right into his jaw and another and another as his music quickly stops, the fans going nuts and the bell ringing!)

Dan Douglas: HERE WE GO! HERE WE GO!

Billy Mayne: Oh no! Rust already!

Dan Douglas: Damn right and Hurse is taking it right to Magnificent even before this match officially begins!!

(Hurse continues to lug out right hands after right hands eventually knocking Magnificent to the mat hard with a shot that leaves the man dazed, he begins to stand up but stumbles back into the corner only for Hurse to follow straight in and lean down before slamming a shoulder into his midsection and another and another, every shot taking Magnificent right off of his feet, but as Hurse stands up Magnificent suddenly begins slugging them back at Hurse hitting a hard right hand and another and another each shot taking him further away from the corner and back to the middle of the ring however Magnificent isn’t wasting anytime and just grabs the arm of Hurse before running him into the ropes and throwing him across the ring into the opposite ropes, Hurse runs back at Mag but suddenly the Golden One connects with a stiff chop to the chest that takes Hurse right down to the mat, but the master of control is instantly back up to one knee, however Mag is relentless and slams some right hands into his forehead, each shot stunning Hurse a little more, he then picks him up and snapmares the submission champion to the mat with authority before stepping back slightly and dropping a hard knee to the forehead that has Hurse sitting up in agony grabbing his skull in pain.

Suddenly Magnificent leans in behind him and just wraps his arms around the waist of the submission champion, keeping him grounded, Hurse instantly reacts, realizing Magnificent is trying to play him at his own game, he looks for an escape and just throws his hands around looking for a way out before using his strength to try and stand up, however Magnificent suddenly roars aloud and lifts Hurse off his feet before dropping him back down onto his front, his own body rested over the top of the master of control’s keeping him to the mat again but the submission champion is not to be taken lightly and quickly he finds his way back into a sitting position on the mat, Magnificent just continues to hold him but suddenly Hurse makes a quick jolt nearly into a laying position under the arms of Magnificent before grabbing the now free arm of his opponent and twisting it into an armbar and causing the fans to cheer loudly as Magnificent grunts in pain and annoyance at the ease of the counter by maybe the best technical wrestler in ULW history.

He plants his elbow into the side of Magnificents head and tries to hold him down but Mag slowly makes his way back to his feet before suddenly grabbing Hurse with his free arm and throwing him into a front gantry, he then takes the arm of Hurse and suddenly completes the reversal with a wristlock that has Hurse gritting his teeth, the two men really searching for a an opportunity here, neither man willing to be the first man to make a mistake.

Suddenly Hurse rolls forward along the mat before standing back up and then leaping backwards right up and over, he then tries to move forward again but Magnificent can sense what he is trying to do and suddenly lets go off the arm before grabbing Hurse with a waistlock from behind, he tries to lift him up and onto his chest as he did before but Hurse knows its coming and balances his weight so he lands right back on his feet, the waistlock still locked in hard, suddenly Magnificent goes for it again, but suddenly Hurse uses the momentum to skip free of the lock on him and reverse it into a waistlock of his own, suddenly though Magnificent runs at the ropes and hits them hard, he tries to grab the top one to send Hurse backwards but loses his grip and goes with the submission champion right into a roll up pin,

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Dan Douglas: I have to admit, I don’t know why Magnificent is trying to be a technical wrestler against someone like Hurse Billy, is he trying to show Hurse up? Embarrass him, what?

Billy Mayne: Magnificent needs to keep to being hardcore, that’s where his success lies, that’s where he has been known as a legend, he needs to keep with that if he wants to win this thing!

Dan Douglas: I have to agree, Magnificent is moving right out of his safety zone here and right into Hurse’s and I think this might be a big mistake by him!

(Slowly the two men circle the ring before suddenly they hook up again, instantly Magnificent goes right to the hammerlock bending the arm of Hurse behind his back, Hurse quickly looks around for a way out before reaching around the head of Magnificent and stepping back to the centre of the ring, suddenly Hurse throws Magnificent over with a snapmare that throws the golden one into a forward roll with authority, Hurse then charges Mag as he stands back up, but Magnificent sees it coming and throws Hurse down with an arm drag before charging in for another but its Hurse who throws Magnificent this time, suddenly Magnificent is back up and tries to throw Hurse again, but Hurse blocks it and Mag is near enough in a crab position before suddenly the submission champion just lifts Mag back to his feet but using the momentum takes him down with a bulldog type move that has the fans in the front row cringe from the impact, however Hurse also had hold of the arm and wraps it around the back of his neck before locking in a modified crippler crossface!!! Magnificent is roaring in pain before suddenly he powerfully rolls his body like an alligator and takes Hurse with him right into a roll up pin, much like a school boy,

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Hurse kicks out but kicks out to his side making him land adjacent to Magnificent, the arm still in his grip and now bent under his body, the Golden one just cries out in pain trying to free himself from the agony of what Hurse is putting him through, Hurse then gets up to his knee and just bends the arm of Magnificent back toward his head, placing his wrist into the mat, Magnificent’s elbow pointing up toward the ceiling now, however Magnificent will not lay down and just lifts himself off the mat into another crab type position, suddenly the fans watch as Magnificent shows agility and brute strength lifting himself from the mat while pushing himself back up to a vertical base under the weight of Hurse’s body, suddenly he ducks down and just reverses the move as well into another hammerlock, but Hurse quickly counters with some hard back elbows, however he goes for one to many and his last swings him right round to face Magnificent who suddenly clothesline Hurse right out of his boots and to the mat causing the fans to boo loudly now as the Alpha Generation member stumbles away for a moment and catches his breath. Hurse just rolls away under the ropes and out of the ring before turning back to the squared circle, but suddenly Magnificent charges across and leaps through the ropes, SUICIDE DIVE, NO, HURSE DUCKS!! Suddenly Magnificent clutters into the crowd barrier and nearly breaks right through it as the front row leap back in fear of being crushed by his incoming figure, Hurse just claws back to his feet and turns to see Mag leaning on the crowd barrier in pain, he rushes him with a roar of adrenalin, but Mag suddenly ducks down and lifts Hurse right over his head and so high the fans wonder when he is going to land, but he does and right amongst the chairs of the fans who quickly dive out of the way, Hurse just lays on the concrete, one leg rested over the top of a chair, his hands over his face, his body overcome with pain from the way he landed. Magnificent however just stands back up and walks to the ring before suddenly lifting the curtain hiding the rings underneath, suddenly the fans go nuts as he pulls out a ladder, a huge stop sign, a number of chairs, even some tables, he then pulls out a lighttube that has the fans applauding the violence they are about to see!

Magnificent just lifts the lighttube in the air as if showing off that he is now going to his tried and tested style of wrestling, something many of the fans appreciate, he steps over the barrier as Hurse gets to one knee and just walks around to his opponent before suddenly lifting his weapon in the air, but Hurse suddenly slams a right hand into his stomach and again and again, he then stands up but as he does Magnificent swings the weapon and the lighttube smashes to thousands of little bits across the head of Hurse, instantly blood begins to pour from numerous places around the forehead and underneath the hair of the submission champion, fans are going nuts at this and security instantly blocks off the area as glass falls everywhere, Magnificent just roars out with the remains of his weapon in hand before grabbing the head of Hurse and lifting it for the fans to sea, blood covering his forehead and eyes now however Magnificent isn’t done and just uses the smashed end to dig into the face of Hurse again causing the master of control to scream out in pure agony! Magnificent just continues to dig it in before suddenly letting go and stepping back smashing the lighttube over the back of Hurse now causing him to fall forward onto the shards of glass, the fans are shocked at the early scenes of violence already, but Magnificent doesn’t care, he grabs Hurse by the hair and lifts him back up to his feet before throwing back over the crowd barrier to the ringside area, he then climbs over himself, but instead of attacking Hurse further, he just walks over him and begins heading up the ramp toward the backstage area, he doesn’t even look back to see if Hurse is following, the fans just boo louder as suddenly he stops at the curtains and turns back to the ring, a smile on his face.)

Dan Douglas: Magnificent is walking away from this match, he is walking away from the ring and from Hurse and he’s smiling, why? He made Hurse bleed profusely and now he’s done, is that it?

Billy Mayne: No, no, there’s more to it then that, there has to be, I mean for crying out loud Magnificent and Hurse have wanted to get hold of each other for a long time now, he wouldn’t just walk away!

Dan Douglas: Well that’s what he has done, that’s what he’s doing Billy and Hurse doesn’t have a clue!

(Magnificent just steps through the curtains and out of sight as the fans turn there attentions to Hurse who just begins to stand up, dazed and trying to rub blood away from his eyes, a small bit of light tubing is stuck in his back and hastily he pulls it out with a grunt, more blood now appearing over his back, he stands up and gets his bearings, looking at the weapon filled ring before looking around confused, suddenly the official tells him what’s happened, Hurse just swears under his breath before reaching in the ring and grabbing a steel chair, he then walks up the ramp himself, stopping half way up to wipe more blood from his eyes, he then slams the chair on the rampway in an angry fashion and heads for the backstage area, through the curtains and past the sound machines into the main hall, Magnificent is nowhere to be seen, suddenly he sees Andrew May and Eddie Mitchell, his eyes already telling them what he needs to know, both men just point toward the exterior car park of the building, angrily Hurse walks toward the delivery door, the plastic covering the entrance in strips, not enough to keep him from heading out there, for a moment he seems lost, unable to find what he’s looking for.)

Hurse: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU MAGNIFICENT!?! STOP HIDING!

(Suddenly the squealing of wheels causes Hurse to turn around, a semi truck much like the one Hurse use to drive speeds toward him, but the master of control quickly leaps out of the way and the truck rams right into a wall, the bonnet creasing up toward the now cracked windscreen, the fans can’t believe they just saw that, slowly the door opens and Magnificent steps out, a trickle of blood coming down his head, he gently rests against the car for a moment before suddenly Hurse comes at him with a chair, he swings it but Magnficient suddenly ducks it and the chair smashes right through a side window, Hurse drops it in the process and turns to Too Magnificent, instantly both men begin going wild with right hands, slamming it into one another over and over and over again, but suddenly Hurse slams a knee into the stomach of Magnificent and just walks him back to the semi before slamming him face first into the side of it, he then grabs him again and runs him around in a full circle before slamming him right back into the side of it!

Magnificent is still dazed and doesn’t seem to have gotten over that car smash into the wall, however Hurse is showing him no mercy and just begins to walk him back into the arena before grabbing his arm and throwing him with an irish whip right into some steel girders that bounce Magnificent right back off them and in a daze to Hurse who just boots him in the stomach bending him forward and dropping him with a DDT right onto the unprotected concrete floor!!

Magnificent is lifeless on the ground and Hurse just stands right back up wiping the blood from his face again before walking across the hall and grabbing an empty wooden pallet, he lifts it off the ground and turns back to Magnificent who is just beginning to stand up, suddenly as Mag does get to a vertical base he throws it at his opponent but Magnificent quickly dives out of the way causing the pallet to drop to the ground, Hurse angrily just walks toward Mag but the hardcore legend sees him coming and lunges a boot into his midsection and another before hitting him with a vicious uppercut that leaves Hurse with a slight stumble backwards, he then grabs Hurse by the head and turns him around before slamming him hard, face first right into an equipment box, Hurse grabs his face from the shot and walks away to get some breathing space, however as he does Magnificent follows and grabs Hurse from behind with a full nelson before suddenly lifting him high off his feet and viciously dropping him down right onto the wooden pallet breaking two of the planks that run across it under the weight of Hurse, the submission champion just arches his back and yells out in pain from the impact before rolling off of it and across the floor, Magnificent is not done though and just stomps on Hurse a few times before picking him back up and just lifting him into a bear hug, he then runs across the hall and slams him back first into a mesh wall surrounding more equipment, he then steps back and does it again, this time letting go, Hurse just falls to his knees still arching his blood covered back as Magnificent walks away again, he then grabs a chair and turns back to Hurse, before lifting it high but as he does Hurse suddenly lunges with a low blow that causes Magnificents eyes to roll into the back of his head before he falls backwards to the ground, his hands covering his fruit and two veg!)

Dan Douglas: Low blow by Hurse and that’s one way to stop someone hitting you with a steel chair, I still can’t believe that Magnificent had the nerve to attempt what he just tried, hell, he tried to kill Hurse out there with that semi truck!

Billy Mayne: He was just trying to give Hurse a taste of his own medicine, how many people has Hurse attacked with that thing? Two at the very least, AWOL and Frost, just deserves Dan, just deserves!

(Magnificent just begins to crawl away back toward the arena area, he remains on all fours but Hurse sees him leaving and uses a refreshment table to get himself back to his feet, he then follows Magnificent and quickly catches him before grabbing him by the hair and lifting him to his feet and back to face him, he then slams a right hand into the face of Mag and another and another and another before booting him in the midsection and slamming a forearm back into his face knocking Magnificent into a stumble right back through the curtains and onto the stage area, the fans are cheering loudly as Hurse steps back out in front of them, his eyes focused on Magnificent who is slowly back up to one knee, as he does Hurse just grabs Magnificent and slams some right hands into his face before standing him up and kicking him in the midsection, he then walks him to the edge of the stage before calling out to the fans who go nuts, however before he can do anything Magnificent just runs him backwards right into the actual staging! Hurse arches his back again but before he can fall to his knees Magnificent just grabs him around the waist and turns him around so Magnificent is now facing away from the stage background suddenly to the shock of the fans he just lifts Hurse up and over for a belly to back suplex causing Hurse to hit the staging back first before landing across his neck and collar bone on the steel, The hardcore legend is not done either as he stands up and lifts Hurse back up with him before grabbing his waist and one more time throwing him into the staging before letting him drop dangerously on the steel!!

The neck and back of Hurse have taken a real beating so far but Magnificent doesn’t care, he stands back up still holding his head in a slight daze from the car accident, he then grabs Hurse by the hair and lifts him back to his feet before walking him across to the other side of the stage, he then calls out to a security guard who at first hesitates, however it seems Magnificent is issuing out orders and quickly the guard just grabs a table from the stocks below them before setting it up with another he grabs, he then grabs 6 light tubes and places them on top, Magnificent just smiles before slamming some forearms across the back of Hurse, he then places him between his legs and lifts his arms as if going for a powerbomb, but suddenly Hurse stands up, MAGNIFICENT FALLS FROM THE STAGE RIGHT THROUGH TWO TABLES AND 6 LIGHT TUBES!!! THE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!!! The chants of Holy shit are constantly sounding around the arena, but Hurse is no worried, he stands up and steps back before taking a run up and leaping off the stage himself before hitting a huge frog splash right on top of the blood covered Magnificent!!! The fans can’t believe it, many with hands over there mouths and eyes wide open with shock, slowly Hurse places his arm over Too Magnificent,

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NO!! Magnificent somehow throws his shoulder off the ground and lifelessly lays on his side, blood is running off his head, chest and back, but still he fights on, Hurse is as bad and just crawls out of the carnage of glass and wood as Magnificent lies motionless in the middle of it.

The fans are going nuts still, the atmosphere becoming a wild one as the sold out arena cannot believe what they have just seen, Hurse just grabs Magnificent by the head now, lifting him up to his feet somehow before walking him out of the carnage, he then slams him face first into the ring barrier knocking Magnificent back down to one knee before walking away and grabbing a chair, he then turns back to Magnificent and swings the steel weapon, but Mag drops to the ground and Hurse slams the chair against the railing, only for Magnificent to then grab his legs and pull them from under him taking Hurse to the ground, however Magnificent continues to hold them and stands up, a leg in either hand, he then stamps down on the lower stomach of Hurse before turning to walk away but dropping to one knee once more, he then stands back up and walks across to grab one of the halved light tubes, he takes it in his hands and looks back to Hurse who is on all fours, he then slams it over the back of the master of control causing Hurse to cry out in pain as more glass shatters around them, he then grabs Hurse by the head and lifts him up before walking him back to the ramp and throwing him onto it before climbing on there himself, Hurse just rolls onto his back and Magnificent quickly tries the cover,

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No! Kickout by Hurse!)

Dan Douglas: My god, both these men are so relentless and neither man wants to lose or give up, I can’t believe what we just saw, I am actually amazed either of these men can kick out of a pin, where do they find the energy?

Billy Mayne: My guess is walmart!

Dan Douglas: Do you actually think before you talk?

(Magnificent in anger just grabs Hurse around the throat on the ramp and just chokes him, the referee cannot do a thing, the rules don’t apply, but eventually he lets go and Hurse just coughs up some oxygen, however the Alpha Generation member wants this to continue further and grabs Hurse by the hair, lifting him back to his feet before slamming a knee into his stomach to keep him under control before walking him back to the ring, he throws him under the ropes and just follows him in before grabbing one of the tables and quickly placing it in the corner of the ring, he then walks back and grabs the stop sign before turning back to Hurse, the submission champion stands and turns to see Mag with the stop sign, but suddenly as Magnificent hits Hurse with the sign, Hurse has a toaster in hand and just slams it into the side of Magnificent’s head, both men hit the mat hard and just lay there motionless, the official just checks on both men, bloody and messed up before slowly Hurse begins to move, he crawls across the ring and just leans on the setup table, however Magnificent is getting up the opposite side of the ring and just stands up first, he shakes the cobwebs and looks across the ring to see Hurse suddenly get to his vertical, suddenly Magnificent rushes across the ring, SPEAR!! NO!!! HURSE MOVES, MAGNIFICENT SPEARS HIMSELF RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE!! Suddenly Hurse just grabs him from behind and rolls him up,

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NO!!!! Magnificent again manages to get a shoulder up! Hurse can’t believe it and just grabs his hair furiously before standing back up and grabbing a light tube from the floor, he places it across the canvas in the middle of the ring and then puts another next to it before grabbing Magnificent and rolling him on top of both tubes, suddenly Hurse signals for a high flying move and just steps out onto the apron before he slowly climbs to the top, the fans are on there feet now as suddenly Hurse takes a deep breath and just leaps off the ropes for a huge shooting star press, but suddenly Magnificent moves HURSE SLAMS RIGHT THROUGH BOTH LIGHT TUBES!! The fans are holding there mouths again as a huge “Holy shit” chant bursts out from the majority of the arena, Magnificent slowly begins to crawl across to the ladder, he picks it up and just rests it in the corner of the ring before grabbing Hurse and laying him across the mat, he then grabs another light tube and places it across the already blood covered front of his long term rival, suddenly Magnificent steps to the outside before climbing the turnbuckle, he reaches the top and just grabs the ladder before leaning on it so it falls forward RIGHT ON TOP OF HURSE SMASHING THE LIGHT TUBE ACROSS HIM!!!

Hurse just flops around on the canvas holding his stomach, a large piece of glass stuck there, he grabs it and just pulls it out to a bone cringing yell of agony, Magnificent instantly just grabs him and rolls him onto his back,

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NO!!! Hurse kicks out in the final moments, the adrenalin from the pain he just went through giving him enough strength to throw himself off the canvas with one shoulder, Magnificent just looks exhausted, his lack of ring action showing with his stamina, angrily he just stands back up and rolls to the outside of the ring before grabbing another table from under the squared circle and another, slowly he begins setting up all the tables, he then rolls back into the ring and grabs a kendo stick before walking across to Hurse who is on all fours and slamming it across his back and again and again and one more time, he then throws the stick aside and rolls back outside to where the tables are, suddenly he goes under the ring again and to the disbelief of the fans pulls out MORE light tubes, slowly he begins placing them over the tables making sure he has enough, at least ten, yet somehow he is not done, he goes back under the ring one more time and suddenly appears with a huge reel of barb wire, the fans are going nuts as Magnificent just begins unreeling it around the table placing it everywhere, it is like a deadly sandwich for whatever poor soul wishes to land in it, he finishes unreeling what he cares for and just leaves the rest of the reel there, he then rolls back into the ring where Hurse is back on his feet and in a corner of the ring, Magnificent however just strolls toward him, but Hurse suddenly lashes out with a hard kick to the midsection and another and another before lunging out with a huge clothesline that takes both men back down to the mat, slowly Hurse begins to stand and just holds his back in agony, however suddenly he grabs a bag and just undoes it before suddenly thousands of pin tacks begin to bounce all over the canvas, the fans are going nuts at the site of them, he throws the bag aside and just turns back to Magnificent before lifting him back to his feet and holding him ready for a DDT but suddenly Magnificent slams a forearm into the ribs of the submission champion and another and another before running backwards into the ropes and coming back at him going for a big boot, but Hurse grabs him by the ankle and suddenly drops him down with a dragon screw right onto the thumb tacks causing the fans to go nuts as Magnificent yells out in pain, but Hurse isn’t done as he stands back up, the leg still in his hands, suddenly he grabs the other one and just turns Magnificent over in the tacks LEGEND LOCK!!! The fans are going crazy as Magnificent yells out in pain, in utter agony, he shakes his head violently and just does all he can to try and numb the pain out of his mind, but he can’t, Hurse just roars with adrenalin as he locks it in harder and pulls back on the legs of the golden one, but Magnificent will not give up and refuses to submit, eventually the master of control lets go and just looks shattered as he tries to think of something to do to beat this man, slowly Magnificent begins to stand, Hurse see’s this and just runs off the ropes at him, but suddenly Magnificent awakens and lunges at Hurse before spinning him into a powerslam RIGHT ONTO THE TACKS!! Hurse cries out in pain as the metal objects pierce his skin in multiple places, for a moment both men just lie there motionless, but slowly Magnificent drags himself over Hurse,

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Dan Douglas: MY GOD!! This has gone beyond brutal, we need EMT’s out here now

Billy Mayne: How much can both of these men take, this is unreal!

(Magnificent just begins to stand before grabbing the head of Hurse and slowly lifting him up, he gets him to his feet before shouting to the fans, ‘This is over’, he walks him to the ropes and just steps through them before luring Hurse out onto the apron with him, the fans suddenly stand as both men stand only inches from the two barbed wire and light tube covered tables, Magnificent just slams some forearms into the face of Hurse before suddenly trying to throw him into them, but Hurse grabs the top rope, blocking the attempt with all the energy he has left, he blocks it again, suddenly Magnificent chops him hard and once more and once more before taking him by the head again but Hurse suddenly breaks the hold and in one singular movement seems to take Magnificent by the head before dropping his neck across his knee, he then stands up and just leaps backwards with Magnificent in an STO/Diamond cutter style position RIGHT ONTO BOTH TABLES!!!! OH MY GOD, OH MY, BOTH MEN ARE REELING IN AGONY, BARB WIRE STICKING TO THERE SKIN, GLASS SMASHING EVERYWHERE!!! The official cannot even believe it as he runs his hands through his hair, the fans are showing mixed reactions many are jumping around in excitement and pure disbelief while others stand silent and shocked, neither man is moving, neither able to get across to the other without more pain and agony, this match seems like it will never end, however the master of control Hurse suddenly rolls over barbwire and throws his tired arm over Magnificent, surely now,

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Magnificent suddenly tries to kick out but it’s a second to late, the fans are on there feet going wild as “Breakdown” by Breaking Benjamin suddenly explodes out of the speakers again, the fans are going absolutely nuts as Hurse takes the victory over his long term rival in what can only be described as one of the most gory matches in ULW history, neither man moves even as the bell is sounded but the official leaps down between the wreckage and just lifts Hurse off Magnificent and away from the rubble of wood and glass mixed with barbwire, instantly EMT’s and officials are done with the two men, but suddenly Hurse pushes them away and somehow stands up, on shaky feet but on his own anyway, he then throws his arm in the air to a huge cheer from the fans, his eyes glaring down upon Magnificent without even an ounce of mercy or respect before suddenly he drops back down to the ramp, EMT’s kneeling around him as they try to help both men.)


COMPROMISING RELATIONSHIPS


The monitor remains focused on images of a bloodied Hurse in the arena, barely able to stand with the crimson liquid in his body, pouring down his face. The camera cuts to an equally as bloodied Too Magnificent as the camera pans away from the monitor slowly. It turns to reveal Robin Brooks watching from within her dressing room, a shocked expression resting on her face. Her shoulders are slumped, as if depressed by what she’s witnessing, the near destruction of Hurse. She shakes her head slowly and nibbles at her nails, not really sure what to think of what she’s witnessing, this raw, inhuman destruction. The door to the dressing room briefly pops open though as Nathan Creed sticks his head in, glaring at her with a sense of urgency.

Nathan: Hey Robin, we’re up next. So get your stuff together and lets get this issue with Aurora and Dementia, resolved once and for all..

Robin nods, but doesn’t even turn in Nathan’s direction, her eyes are glued to the television screen, bitting into her nails even harder. Nathan turns a bit, confused by her lack of response and stares at the screen, spotting a badly bloodied Hurse. A sigh escapes Nathan’s chest while his shoulder sink to his sides. He rolls his eyes and speaks apathetically.

Nathan: I’m sure he’ll be fine Robin, now come on. Keep your head on the match.

Robin finally seems broken from her concentration, turning a bit to glance at Creed. She turns to approach her gym bag, making some last second preparations while Nathan watches her for a second from the doorway. He shakes his head slowly as he catches another quick glance of the television. There seems to be a hint of unrest inside of him over Robin’s fascination with Hurse, but he decides to let it be for now as he exits the dressing room. Robin is looking through her back now, pulling out some elbow pads when a confused expression befalls her face. She reaches into the black gym bag on top of the bench in front of a row of lockers and takes hold of something. Her mouth hangs open and shock is prevalent in her eyes while she removes a single red rose from her bag, holding it up in front of her face. With quickness, she glances over her shoulders, both of them to make sure nobody is watching her. She turns the rose in her fingers, examining the rose and lifting it to her nose to smell it. She seems very confused, almost despondent over the rose’s mysterious presence.


SERONADING DESOLATION


The World title belt glistens over the shoulder of none other than Desolation, the crowd cheering rather loudly while he marches down a corridor. For once a focused expression rests on his face while he continues to step forward towards an unknown destination. The belt shimmers brightly over his shoulder while he wheels a bag towards his dressing room, dragging it behind his back. He’s obviously just arriving in the arena when something unsettles him it seems. He stops momentarily when the sounds of a banjo can be heard in the background. His eyebrow raises while he turns slightly, staring at an open doorway at his side. There is nothing but darkness within before a figure begins to slowly emerge. The crowd goes nuts on the inside of the arena when Crazy Eddie Mitchell steps out of the dressing room with a banjo in hand, playing a familiar Deliverance like tune, the Anarchy title around his waist. He steps slowly towards Desolation, who rolls his eyes with great agitation, Eddie wearing a large grin on his face. He strikes the cords repeatedly while Desolation looks at the ceiling and sighs loudly.

Eddie: Hey Desolation, look, look, I can play the banjo, and I can do it way better than Ron can.

Eddie continues to play the music while Desolation once again shakes his head before reaching out and grabbing the strings of the banjo to shut it up.

Desolation: Are you kidding me? Your just playing the stereotypical hillbilly national anthem. Anyone who has an interest in making fat white guys squeal like pigs probably knows how to play that tune, which means the entire lockeroom most likely does.

Eddie: Yeah, but nobody plays it like me. I been thinking too, maybe I can play you to the ring tonight, like play your entrance music or somethin.

Desolation continues to shake his head with great irritation.

Desolation: The answer is, and always will be, “no.”

Eddie hangs his head sadly for a second, before raising his eyes to stare at Desolation, grinning slowly.

Crazy Eddie: Oh, I know what you want, you want to make sure I can play the entire song. Just wait till you hear it, then tell me if you fancy me playing you to the ring, and being one of your loons.

Desolation: Don’t even bother, like I said, it’s still, no. You’ll never be a loon. I already have a dorky banjo player for crying out loud.

Crazy: Yeah, but like I said, I’m way better than Ron, just listen, just listen!

Eddie begins to play the banjo once more which seems to be giving Desolation a pounding headache. He rubs at the flesh between his eyes while stepping towards his dressing room quickly, Eddie almost has to run to keep up with him, still playing the banjo.

Desolation: Jesus, and I thought facing Borelando again tonight was getting down right irritating.

Desolation quickens his pace with Eddie still playing the banjo loudly as he follows. He finally reaches his door, grabbing the knob and twisting it before stepping inside. Before Eddie can follow him in he slams the door shut behind him and locks the door. Eddie keeps playing though as he shrugs his shoulders.

Eddie: He must want me to play it louder so he can hear through this darn door.

Eddie begins to play even louder than before when a figure strolls up behind him. It’s not other than Bitchcakes McPhee, who looks quite inebriated. He falls into the shoulders of Eddie, using him as a crutch to keep him standing. He is banging his head to the music repeatedly while holding a lighter in the air.


A FORCEFUL ALLIANCE


The camera follows a long steel chain gripped within someone’s hand. The steel links are followed all the way up to the throat of Aurora Rose, where a leash clings about her throat. She fights against the leash, only to have it pulled tightly within the hands of none other than Pitt. The crowd is very furious at the sight of Dementia, Pitt, and Aurora marching down a corridor and towards the ring. Pitt has the chain draped over his shoulder while he pulls on it several times, yanking it with great force while they make their way towards the ring.

Dementia: Come on Aurora, lover boy may be out there for ya, hahahaha.

Pitt isn’t amused while he tugs on the chain some more, the trio continuing towards the ring.

Douglas: Dementia, and Aurora Rose versus Creed and Brooks up next at War of the Worlds.

Mayne: What a match it should be if Creed and Brooks don’t stink up the place.


DEMENTIA & AURORA ROSE VS. ROBIN BROOKS & NATHAN CREED


The ring is still being cleaned up after that brutal bloodbath between Too Magnificent and Hurse while the camera cuts to a shocked Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas at ringside.

Douglas: Wow, is all I can about that last match, you talk about bloody, you talk about intense, that’s what we just got. What a night this has already been, what an event.

Mayne: This has been a spectacular night like you said Dan, with some violent, heated battles, and we’ve still got some more on the line coming up next.

(Suddenly “Simple Survivial” Blasts from the speakers as the sound of Mushrooms head explodes around the fans, lights flashing to the sound of the music, the large screen just begins to show the video package for Aurora Rose, Dementia and Pitt, the trio’s best moments appearing over the screen before suddenly the curtains are pushed aside and to a large mass of boos Dementia steps out, his eyes hidden behind his dark shades, his arms are thrown out to his side as if taking the brunt of the fans hatred before suddenly Pitt steps out from behind him, a leash hanging from his hand the end of it connecting the a collar that’s actually wrapped around the neck of a crawling Aurora Rose as she slowly follows them onto the ramp, her eyes bright red and her focus strongly on the ring.

Dementia just begins to walk down the ramp now, his arrogance causing him to smile at the fans in the front row as they hurl him abuse, he then reaches the ring and just turns back to his partner Aurora who is still on the leash held by Pitt, he kneels down to her and suddenly whispers in her ear before suddenly his tongue gently licks up the side of her face as his finger unbuckles the collar causing Aurora to suddenly belt at full pace down the ramp before sliding in the ring and just rising to her knees, turning back to the stage area where they await there opponents.)

Dan Douglas: Well, that was certainly different, very strange indeed. But what do you expect when this Pitt seems to be whispering the commands into there eyes like some kind of hypnotist!

Billy Mayne: These guys remind me of the Flock remember them!?! It’s like, gothic and morbid and well…Freaky!

Dan Douglas: For once, I think you hit the nail on the head, none of these guys are normal and it seems there ring leader, Pitt, is not happy to stay backstage, look at him, as if ready to watch as a normal spectator, his presence here will put Creed and Brooks at a disadvantage that’s for sure.

(Pitt just steps back onto the stage from the backstage area, a chair in his hand, he sets it up to the side of the stage area below one of the many War of the World screens set up around the stage design, he then claps his team in the ring before suddenly the fans stand up and cheer wildly as the light dim ever so slightly, strobe lighting suddenly flashes all around the arena over the fans to the sound of the drumming as the beginning of ‘Polyamorous’ begins to play through the speakers, the big screen just plays the best bits of two of the worlds most favorite all time competitors, Robin Brooks and Nathan Creed, to veterans of the business and ULW as well.

“LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Suddenly the song bursts into a huge eruption of noise as Nathan Creed steps out from the back his arms in the air above his head, Robin Brooks next to him looking over the fans with a pouted confidence, as if feeling the mood of the people tonight, thriving off of it, suddenly she turns to see Pitt sitting on the stage and just taps Creed on the shoulder, the two of them turning toward him, suddenly Creed begins pointing at him and just shouts abuse at the man, however with there backs distracted suddenly Dementia and Aurora charge in and take Brooks and Creed down with forearm to the back leaving the fans booing as suddenly the music of Creed stops in a hurry.)

Dan Douglas: OH! Dementia and Aurora have gone right for there opponents and this isn’t good! Pitt has already made his mark here in this match by distracting the duo long enough to lose the edge at the beginning of this bout and now Dementia and Aurora are taking full control over there opponents!

Billy Mayne: Very clever and very impressive, then again, outsmarting Nathan Creed isn’t exactly hard is it, I mean hell, look at him, the guy has less brain cells then the hamster I have at home…Shit…or is it a Gerbil I got?

Dan Douglas: Keep thinking about it Billy, by the time your done this match will be over no doubt, hell, ill take 3 to 1 most of us will be back at home asleep!

(Aurora just stomps away on Robin Brooks keeping her down as Dementia lifts Creed to his feet, Pitt is standing up now and just shouts orders to Dementia who suddenly takes Creed by the arm and just Irish whips him right into the stage itself knocking Creed down to the steel ramp hard! He then walks over to him and just presses his foot down onto the throat of the former multiple champion choking the life out of him until he is blue in the face, the official who has now followed them up, just does all he can to pull him off, but Dementia suddenly pushes the referee away before letting go and shouting in the referee’s face, however, as he does Pitt just takes over, stepping on the throat of Creed and not allowing him to breath!

Meanwhile Aurora lifts Robin Brooks and slowly begins to walk her down the ramp before suddenly reaching the ring and slamming her face first into the apron knocking her down to one knee before booting her hard in the ribs, she then lifts Robin by the hair, pulling her back to her feet before leaning into her stomach and just running her backwards spine first right into the apron’s corner! Robin just yells out in pain and drops to her knees as Aurora runs back up the ramp a few steps she then sprints back at Robin and leaps with both feet right into her face slapping Robin so hard the shot from her feet against the cheek of Brook’s echoes through the arena causing the fans in the front row to cringe, Aurora just gets right back up to her knees and grins from ear to ear before climbing back to her feet and screaming at the crowd for seemingly no reason, only to then giggle again! Back up the top Creed is in no better way, his eyes rolled backwards in his head as Dementia has a camel clutch locked in on his opponent now, Pitt is just kneeling in front of him as this is locked in, shouting in his face before slapping him mockingly across the face and then again and then one more time before finally Dementia lets go allowing Creed to drop back to the steel stage! He stands over him for a moment, his arms in the air to the chorus of boos from the fans before suddenly Pitt shouts more orders to him, for a moment Dementia seems a little hesitant before suddenly he grins from ear to ear, he lifts Creed to his feet and kicks him in the stomach before walking him to the edge of the stage, suddenly every fan runs to the barricade expecting to see something huge happen, expecting to see the end of someone early in this match, Dementia suddenly taunts before lifting Creed up in the air as if for a crucifix powerbomb, however as he lifts him over his shoulder Creed suddenly begins kicking and squirms away from his grasp to the cheers of the fans, he then ducks a clothesline attempt from Pitt who stops just in time from hitting Dementia, the two men careful not to fall off the edge of the stage, however as they turn to face Creed, the former Livewire champion is waiting and viciously begins slamming right hand after right hand into both men over and over and over again, the fans are going wild, he continues to throw the punches before suddenly taking a step back and charging both men as if for a double clothesline, but suddenly Dementia and Pitt duck and lift Creed over there head dropping him into a huge fall, RIGHT OFF THE STEEL STAGE INTO A MOUNTAIN OF WIRES AND JUNK!!!)

Dan Douglas: OH MY GOD!!! CREED HAS BEEN DESTROYED MOMENTS INTO THIS MATCH!!

Billy Mayne: Holy shit!!

Dan Douglas: Damn Dementia, Damn that Pitt, these two have turned this match into a handicap match now and poor Robin Brooks is out there alone fighting two, actually bullshit, THREE of these people!!

(The fans are going nuts over what they just saw moments ago, Nathan left lifeless in the middle of wires and other spare parts seemingly for the sound system, a chant of “Holy shit” going around the arena as Dementia and Pitt shake the cobwebs from those hard punches of the former Livewire, Xtreme, Anarchy and World Champion. Meanwhile at ringside Aurora cannot get enough and just jumps up and down with excitement before turning to see Brooks back on one knee, the smile suddenly disappears from her face and she just grabs Robin by the hair before walking her to the steel steps and slamming her down into them, NO, Robin puts her foot in the way and slams an elbow into the stomach of Aurora before throwing her in the ring and slamming her face down into the steel instead, Aurora just stays on her feet and grabs her face as she stumbles backwards, but Robin is not the type of person to fight hardcore and just grabs Rose by the neck before throwing her in the ring, Aurora just stands up instantly as does Robin as she rolls in after her, Aurora suddenly leaps at her throwing a wild clothesline, but its Brooks with more composure and she ducks it, Aurora suddenly turns to her but as she does Robin just boots her in the midsection and bends her forward before hooking her hand into Aurora’s between her legs, suddenly she lifts her up for a pump handle slam but suddenly changes her mind and instead drops her into some modified version of the cradle shock causing Aurora to drop right on the back of her head from the pumphandle position as Robin falls into a sitting position, her legs either side of Aurora’s body, her arm holding the hand of Aurora holding her in the same place for the pin, but the referee is nowhere to be seen!!

Robin just lets go off Aurora and stands up to see Medics and EMT’s rushing to where Nathan Creed is laying lifeless by the stage, worry suddenly comes over her as she sees Dementia recovering just above where he lay, suddenly the official spots her and runs down the ramp before sliding back in the ring, Aurora still has hardly moved from that sickening move by Robin Brooks that seemed to crush the neck of Aurora!

She sees the opportunity and suddenly leaps on Rose hooking both legs, the official then begins to count,

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NO! Aurora got her arm up in the last mini second, if only the official had been here when the move was originally hit, scorning him behind gritted teeth Robin Brooks just stands up and looks back up the ramp, where the men seem distracted by the site of Creed, suddenly she grabs the arm of Aurora wrapping it around her leg before rolling her into a side pin,

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No! Aurora pushes herself back up and into a sitting position her arms locked behind her back, however not for long as with a groan Robin uses all her strength dragging Aurora back over her into another side roll up,

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No! Aurora kicks out again but breaks the lock on her arms and rolls backwards, she stands up in the corner and shakes the cobwebs, but not quick enough as suddenly Robin sprints across the ring and lifts her boot amazingly high catching Aurora across the jaw with it before getting it trapped on the top rope for a moment, Aurora just drops to one knee in a complete daze as Robin frees her leg up again before viciously stomping on the chest of her opponent until she is firmly against the bottom turnbuckle, sat up and hurting from this early assault by Robin Brooks, Aurora has still not really recovered from that modified pump handle sit down slam early in this bout, with Aurora down Robin just runs across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle before suddenly sprinting across the ring and hitting a HUGE running senton right onto Aurora in the corner crushing her between the body of Brooks and the turnbuckle!!!)

Dan Douglas: Robin Brooks is coming out with some huge moves here in order to end this quickly, she wants to finish this before Dementia and Pitt realize what’s going on, but I don’t think she has much longer!

Billy Mayne: Brooks is killing Aurora at the moment, what the hell has possessed her in the ring at the moment!

Dan Douglas: Desperation, she knows that two on one is not a good situation and especially when your against Dementia and Aurora together and Pitt doesn’t help matters much either!

(Robin just rolls back to her feet before grabbing the lifeless body of Aurora and lifting her back to her feet, she then hooks the arm and lifts her up into a quick drop down brainbuster that has Aurora sit up from the impact, but Brooks drags her right back down and again she hooks the leg going for another pin,

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NO! Aurora kicks out again showing amazing heart and determination to stay in this match, a real talent for holding back the threshold of pain!

Robin just slams her hand on the mat and looks up the ramp as suddenly Dementia sees what’s going on, he rushes down the ramp and just slides in the ring, as he does Robin runs past him and into the ropes, as she comes back he goes for a clothesline but misses she continues on and builds momentum hitting the next set of ropes before coming back at him, he goes for another clothesline, again he misses and she hits the ropes again with amazing pace before she comes back at Dementia but as she does he suddenly lifts his boot and viciously slams it into her face nearly taking her head right off!!

Robin just smashes against the mat in absolute agony, her hands are holding her head as she rolls back and forth on the ring mat, the official is demanding Dementia leave, but the angry star just shouts back at him before suddenly grabbing the ankle of Aurora and dragging her back to there corner, he then leaves the ring and just leans down tagging her shoulder as she gets back up on one knee in real pain, the official lets it count and Dementia enters the ring in what is now a two on one match, something Pitt seems to be enjoying as he sits back down on his seat at the top of the stage while Nathan Creed is put on a stretcher and slowly wheeled to the backstage area.

Dementia just casually walks toward Robin before angrily stomping across her back and again and again and again, he then grabs her by the hair and just lifts her back to her feet with ease before hooking one of her legs and shouting to the fans who boo loudly back at him, suddenly though before he can hit what seems to be a fishermans suplex, Robins fires some rights into his rib cage over and over causing him to drop the leg before suddenly grabbing her head with both hands and placing his skull under her chin before suddenly dropping to his knees causing her jaw to crack against his head, the impact knocking her right off her feet!!

Robin just grabs her jaw as she lays on her back on the mat, however the angered Dementia just points in her face and shouts loudly at her, furious that she started fighting back against him, suddenly he just slaps her across the face instantly gaining even more hatred from the fans as Robin rolls on her side clutching her cheek, Dementia just stands up and stomps on her again before grabbing her hair and slowly lifting her to her feet again, as she stands he chops her across the chest and again and one more time, suddenly Robin comes back with a forearm to the head and another and another, this match turning into a brawl, she then slaps a HUGE chop across the chest of Dementia knocking him right off his feet, but as soon as he hits the mat, he seemingly just bounces right back up with a nip before instantly jumping into a very athletic dropkick that takes Robin Brooks down to the mat again, he quickly stands up and just throws his arm in the air once more to more boos before grabbing Robin as she rises to one knee and lifting her up in the corner before whipping across the ring into the opposite rope but she grabs the ropes as she reaches her destination and just leaps over the incoming body of Dementia as he charges at her, she jumps to far and lands toward the centre of the ring meaning she’s unable to capitalize on Dementia’s mistake but he doesn’t stop and runs across the ring now into the ropes coming back at Robin who suddenly leaps into the air going for a Hurricanrana, but Dementia see it coming and just grabs her body before dropping into a sitdown powerbomb with a pin!!

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Robin Brooks suddenly kicks out, but Dementia keeps ahold of one of her legs and suddenly uses her own momentum from kicking out of the pin to roll her onto her front and right into a single leg boston crab!! The fans are booing loudly but a small group of fans are clapping some appreciation for the wrestling that’s been on display so far!)

Dan Douglas: GREAT MOVE! Dementia has Robin Brooks in a submission and what a move it was as well, a combo of counters and initiative to keep the ever determined Robin Brooks out of the match so far and quickly he is beginning to wear her down, even after that great start she had against Aurora!

Billy Mayne: Brooks started strong in this match, she came out here and hit some awesome moves, but this is exactly why, Dementia might be an inch smaller then her, but he is bigger, heavier and much more powerful then she is and being in a two on one match with him and Aurora - and lets be honest, Rose can do some damage when she isn’t mauled like she was by Brooks earlier in this match - is not a good thing!

Dan Douglas: No it is not and its only because of the sickening acts of Pitt and Dementia that Robin Brooks is on her own, earlier in this match Nathan Creed was backdropped off the stage to the sound equipment below and now he has been stretchered off.

(Dementia just keeps the hold locked in as Robin shakes her head in pain, the official is constantly checking on her, making sure she wants to stay in the match and doesn’t want to give up, however suddenly Dementia just steps forward seemingly ready to let go off the hold before suddenly he drops to the canvas and just falls into a leg scissors around the target leg of Brooks, his hand positioned to twist her ankle, Robin cries out in pain and just shakes her head more violently now as Dementia suddenly reaches out, back toward his corner where Aurora is back up and looking a little fresher now, she tags his hand and steps into the ring before running past them both and into the far ropes, suddenly she comes back and leaps with both feet right into the face of Brooks smashing slapping her feet across the face of her opponent as Dementia lets go of the submission before rolling under the ropes and out of the ring!

Robin just rolls onto her back holding her face as Aurora stands back up, she then stands over Robin and places her foot on her throat before shouting abuse down at her for what she did to Aurora earlier in the match, she lets go at the count of the official and just grabs Robin by the head before lifting her to her feet, she then lets her stand before her for a moment as if not worthy before slapping out a hard kick to the thigh of the bad leg of Robin before grabbing her arm and trying to throw her across the ring, but suddenly Robin counters and throws Aurora instead, she hits the ropes but hooks the top one with her arm and holds herself there, Robin suddenly rushes her, but Aurora is waiting for that very attack and is ready hooking the arm of Robin and throwing her with a hip toss, Robins legs hit the top rope instead of sending her over and she bounces back onto the shoulder of Aurora but Robin quickly counters and slides off the shoulder to her side, but Aurora reacts well grabbing her in a front gantry and keeping her from moving around she then ducks under the arm of Robin and pulls it back behind Brook’s back for a hammerlock, but Robin suddenly swings and elbow with her free arm, but Aurora is to quick and ducks it causing Robin to spin around to face her, as she does Aurora takes away her legs dropping her onto her back before lifting her bad leg and turning her onto her front with it, she then hooks the ankle between her legs and leans over the body of Robin, wrapping her hands around the face of the ULW’s brightest star and pulling on both her ankle and the back of her neck!!

Robin is screaming in pain as Aurora locks the hold in as hard as she can, her face gritted with tension as she pulls on the struggling body of Brooks, however Robin suddenly tugs herself forward with her free arm and pulls herself toward the ropes over and over again, she does everything she can to reach them, reaching out her fingers suddenly play with the bottom rope as Aurora tugs harder and tries to make her submit, however to the delight of the fans Robin makes one final lunge and grabs the bottom rope, instantly the official demands a break and makes a count to four before Aurora listens!

She stands up and just shouts at the official before grabbing Robin by the head and lifting her to her feet, she then hits a vicious and wild right hand that slaps across the under side of Robin Brook’s jaw knocking her back a step as the fans react with shock at the power of the strike from Rose, she then grabs the arm of Robin and just throws her across the ring into the ropes opposite, but suddenly Robin leaps at Aurora on her way back, seemingly suspended in the air forever before finally she wraps her legs around the head of Aurora and throws her into a hugely impressive Hurricanrana that has the fans on there feet, Aurora is dazed from this and just crawls to the corner using the pads to help her back up, Robin sees this and just sprints across the ring before going for a splash, but the bad leg causes her to be slower and Aurora has time to recover and see it coming before moving out of the way causing Robin to slam chest first into the turnbuckle!

She turns in pain and leans into the corner just as Aurora charges in slamming both of her knees into the chest of Robin Brooks, she then kicks away the bad leg of Robin taking her right off her feet and into a sitting position in the corner of the ring, taking a step back she just leaps in with both feet hitting a dropkick to the face that leaves Robin’s eyes rolling around in her head! Suddenly Aurora turns and tags in Dementia, a smile on her face as she leaves the ring, Dementia just grins as well and walks up to Robin in the corner before slowly pushing his foot across her face and again and again, suddenly he then runs across the ring into the opposite ropes before slamming a hugely powerful kick right across the face and jaw of Robin knocking her back into a laying position her throat hung on the bottom rope, Dementia sees this and just grabs the top rope for leverage before placing his foot on the back of her head and choking away the air in her lungs until the official forcefully breaks it up!

Dementia just looks around the fans for a moment before looking up at Pitt who continues to applaud his team from the stage area, Dementia then leans down and picks her up before standing her in the corner, he then slaps a huge chop across her chest and another before accurately using a closed fist to slap a jab into her jaw, he grabs her arm and throws her across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle but as she reaches it she leaps onto the middle rope and looks to spring back at Dementia, but he quickly stops in his tracks and just turns from Robin pointing to his temple, knowing what she was planning to do, however as he turns back toward her again, she leaps up to the top rope and then moonsaults right onto the standing Dementia knocking him to the mat!!! The fans are going nuts as this as Dementia rolls to away, Robin just rolls to her corner, but she’s alone, no Nathan Creed in sight, she drops her head knowing this is a losing battle!)

Dan Douglas: No! No! No! Robin Brooks is alone, she went to her corner for the tag, for a break, for some way of getting a breather in this match, but because of Creed being taken out early in this fight, that has not going to happen and look at Dementia moving to Aurora, the two of them are working well, making regular tags to keep the fresh person in!

Billy Mayne: You have to give them credit Dan, they are working well and even at two on one are not taking Robin Brooks lightly here, the first sign that she is going to make some great comeback, they make the tag and bring in a fresh pair of legs!

Dan Douglas: That’s true and Robin Brooks is only able to hit the sort of move that might get her a tag at the moment, she can’t hit combos, she can’t hit big power moves, there just not happening for her at the moment!

(Dementia makes the tag to Aurora who jumps back in the ring and walks across to Robin who is back up herself against the ropes before slapping her with an open hand across the chest and another, she then grabs Robin by the arm and throws her across the ring into the ropes opposite before Robin comes back right into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker that has Brooks riving in pain on the mat, her back arched in agony as Aurora just looks up at the fans and the camera, a smile on her face she slowly wipes her hand across her forehead to show she is not sweating at all!

She leans down and grabs Robin by the hair before lifting her slowly to her feet, she holds her in the corner before throwing her into the corner opposite, she quickly follows in, but Robin uses the ropes to throw her body up and over the figure of Aurora before running back across the ring to the original turnbuckle, Aurora takes chase after her, but as she draws close Robins leaps to the middle turnbuckle and then flies backwards with a back elbow right into the face of Aurora causing the fans to go wild as Robin and Rose both lie on the mat for a moment, both tired and hurt, both taking a beating at some point in this match, Robin having to really struggle to keep with the pace of things now its become a handicap bout.

Dementia is going nuts on the apron as the chant around the arena begins “Lets go Robin” over and over again, the fans stamping on the ground to try and entice her forward, slowly she begins to move as Dementia screams at Rose to move forward and make the tag to him, screams at her to do SOMETHING, Noticing this worry, Pitt suddenly stands up from his chair and begins to walk down the ramp causing some fans to boo loudly, he walks to the apron and begins slamming his hands on it to wake Aurora up, it seems to work and she gets to all fours, trying to make her way to Dementia, Robin is up on one knee now holding the ropes, mustering some energy up, somehow, suddenly Aurora makes the tag and Dementia enters the ring before running at Robin but Brooks suddenly comes to life and lunges toward him but ducks under his wild clothesline attempt before slamming a forearm into his chin as he turns to face her and another and another knocking him back into the ropes, she then steps back and just powerfully clothesline Dementia right over the ropes and to the outside of the ring, the fans are going nuts, she watches him hit the floor before turning to see Aurora run off the far ropes before coming back at her, however Robin is ready for it and just ducks low before lifting Aurora up and over the ropes right onto Dementia as he begins to stand up on the outside knocking the two of them over, she then roars with adrenalin causing the fans to go nuts, on the outside Aurora and Dementia are both beginning to stand, suddenly she runs off the far ropes and charges at the corner nearest the duo before running up it and then leaping off to the outside with a huge corkscrew splash that takes all three of them down on the outside of the ring!!!

The fans are going crazy as the camera shot shows all three of them laying on the outside breathing heavy, the sweat glistening off there bodies showing there hard fight this has been so far, suddenly Robin begins to get back to her feet and just grabs Dementia by the head before rolling him in the ring, she then climbs up onto the apron and looks ready to go for a slingshot move, however as the official checks on Dementia, Pitt suddenly grabs the foot of Robin and pulls it from the apron causing her to drop and land face first on the corner of the ring before falling to the ground, Pitt just stomps away on her suddenly to a huge eruption of boos from the fans, he then lifts Robin up and just rolls her back into the ring before walking away innocently, Dementia stands back up now and just grabs Robin by the hair before lifting her back to her feet and suddenly throwing his arm in the air to call for his finisher, however as he does, the fans go wild, absolutely nuts, NATHAN CREED, NATHAN CREED!!)

Dan Douglas: IT’S CREED, CREED! HE’S BACK TO HELP ROBIN!!

Billy Mayne: I DON’T BELIEVE THIS!!! HE WAS THROWN OFF A STAGE!!

Dan Douglas: Nobody can believe it, Pitt can’t believe it, Dementia can’t believe it, Aurora can’t believe it, he’s back!!!

(Creed sprints down the ramp, Dementia sees him and pushes Robin away, suddenly he slides in the ring and Dementia swings violently with a clothesline but Creed ducks it, his head wrapped in bandages from the fall he took earlier, Dementia turns back toward him and he slams right hand after right hand into his jaw before grabbing his arm and throwing him across the ring into the opposite ropes, as Dementia comes back at him, he just charges forward putting both arms to his chest before ramming himself into Dementia knocking the smaller man to the ground, suddenly he turns to see Aurora on the top rope, she leaps off for a double axe handle but Creed catches her and just hooks his arms under hers before throwing her over his head with a huge double underhook suplex, he stands right back up and Dementia charges him again but Creed ducks the shot before grabbing Dementia from behind and lifting him high and powerfully into the air with a vicious German Suplex!! But he holds on and lifts him again, another German Suplex!! AGAIN He holds him, he lifts him up off the ground one more time and with so much power ANOTHER GERMAN SUPLEX!!! The fans are going nuts as Dementia holds his neck in agony and rolls away, Aurora Rose charges Creed again, but suddenly from nowhere Robin Brooks spears her to the mat and just clambers over her before slamming in right hands to her face, the fans are literally on there feet going wild!!

Suddenly she stands up and just stalks Aurora Rose as Creed stomps Dementia to the outside, the referee has lost control of this match and although Dementia is the legal man, he thinks the women are now the legal duo!! Aurora stumbles around for a moment as she stands in front of Robin, suddenly Brooks turns her back to her and reaches over with her hand grabbing Aurora around the chin before suddenly lifting her up onto it, resting the back of her neck across her shoulder, Aurora has no choice but to wrap her legs around the hips of Robin to try and get some grip and to numb the pulling of gravity on her body, as she does Robin suddenly drops down BLACK WIDOW!!! Aurora catapults forward face first into the mat, Robin suddenly turns her over and just hooks the legs of Aurora,

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Robins arms swing out to her side as he locks the hold in, she tries to cry out, but his hand muffles her screams of pain and agony, the fans are booing loudly at this as it seems Dementia might have this one in the bag, Aurora is down on the outside, Pitt is slowly making his way back up, Creed is…SPEAR!!!! He comes out of nowhere as Dementia turns in his direction and spears the man nearly in half, breaking the hold on Robin Brooks!

He holds his face in pain for a moment before slowly both men begin to get back up to there feet, Creed is the first up, quickly followed by Dementia, he slams a right hand into his face, but Dementia fires back, then again, but the counter punch, again and again this continues until suddenly Creed viciously lunges in with a knee to the midsection of Dementia, he then hooks his arm and looking at the excited fans lifts him right into a snap suplex, but he holds in and swings himself back to his feet, ANOTHER snap suplex, again he holds on and swings them both back to there feet before going for a third, but no, Dementia suddenly slams a right hand into the ribs of Creed and again and again before hooking his leg and suddenly lifting Nathan into a fishermans suplex, this time HE holds on and lifts Creed up again before lifting him for a second fishermans suplex, he then lifts him again before going for a third, but suddenly Nathan Creed blocks it this time and breaks the grapple, filled with adrenalin, suddenly he fires a forearm into the face of Dementia and another and another before grabbing the arm of his opponent for an irish whip, but Dementia counters and throws Creed instead, he runs across the ring, Pitt in his sights and seeing the opportunity he just drops to the ground and baseball slides the man who helped throw him off a stage right into the crowd barrier!!!)

Dan Douglas: Pitt just got what he deserved, he just got what was coming to him and about bloody time to!

Billy Mayne: How can this be happening, they had this in the bag, they had it all in there hands and now some crippled version of Creed comes back and all of it is going to pot!

Dan Douglas: Momentum is on there side Billy and Nathan Creed and Robin Brooks have a real chance to finish this match victorious now!

(Creed just rolls back into the ring and stands up to see Dementia resting on the ropes opposite him, he walks toward him and as he comes close just slams a boot into his midsection before slapping a chop across the chest of Dementia and another and another, he then grabs the arm of his opponent and goes for an Irish whip but suddenly Dementia turns on Creed as he begins to run and just grabs Creed, LETHAL DOSAGE!!! HE GOT CREED!!! The fans are going nuts as Creed falls back onto the mat, the move locked in completely now as Dementia kneels over Nathan near enough pulling his teeth out, the fans are on there feet as Creed continues to utter the word no to the official over and over again, every time he is asked. Dementia seems to be unwilling to let it go now and just continues to tug the hold harder, however suddenly the fans go nuts as Robin Brooks begins to climb the turnbuckle behind him, she climbs to the top and just perches herself there, however as she does Aurora suddenly slams a lunging right hand to her jaw rocking her where she kneels, Robin however shakes it off and fires back at Aurora, the two women going back and forth, suddenly Aurora begins climbing the ropes as well and just continues to fight with Robin until shockingly Brooks grabs Aurora by the head and slams a headbutt into her opponent shaking Aurora, suddenly Robin stands on the turnbuckle, she then grabs the head of Aurora in a side headlock before lifting her to the top as well, suddenly she just leaps off with Aurora in toe, the fans are going nuts as Robin leaps right over Dementia and Creed, causing Aurora to splash right across her own partner Dementia!!!!

Brooks is instantly back up and charges back across the ring as Dementia gets to one knee, SHINING WIZARD ATTACK, Robin suddenly points to the turnbuckle and the fans go nuts, Aurora tries to get up but Creed rolls to the outside of the ring and tugs Aurora to the outside hard sending her backwards into the crowd barrier, the fans are on there feet now as Robin climbs to the top and perches herself there while Dementia lay waiting, suddenly she flies off, FLYING STAR!!! SHE HITS IT, SHE HITS IT!!!

SHE COVERS,

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NOOO!! Pitt just grabbed the officials ankle and dragged him out of the ring, the fans are booing loudly as the official begins shouting in Pitt’s face, his finger right in the eyes of the third man in this ring, suddenly Nathan Creed sees this and runs around the ring to meet him, but Pitt sees him coming and begins sprinting around the ring, Creed seems to slowly be catching him when suddenly Aurora Rose stands up, a chair in hand and slams the weapon right over the head of Creed where his bandages are covering up! Blood begins to pour from under them as Aurora stumbles to one knee, the official is threatening to disqualify Aurora now as she merely looks up at him in a daze, in the ring Robin is just staring over the ropes, shouting for the referee to focus, however as she does, Pitt slides in the ring behind her and just stalks her, hearing the fans she suddenly turns but right into the hand of Pitt who slaps it around her throat and picks her up before jumping in the air and spinning 180 degrees before slamming her to the mat hard!! FALLEN FROM THE AGES!!! Suddenly he slides out of the ring and grabs Creed, pulling him to his feet and rolling him under the ropes into the ring. Dementia crawls into the cover on Nathan, suddenly the official turns to see the pin and slides back in the ring to a chorus of boos from the surrounding fans, a huge chant of “Bullshit” blasting through the moves of every single one of them.

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The bell suddenly sounds and the fans begin going crazy with jeers of hatred toward the winning team of Aurora and Dementia with Pitt, Aurora just climbs back up on the apron as the instrument to all of this Pitt rolls back in the ring and lifts Dementia to his feet, the man weak and not even able to comprehend what’s just happened, the fans are now chanting “You suck!” over and over but Pitt just raises his teams hands in the air, before leading them out of the ring and slowly back up the ramp, Creed is slowly moving around now, unaware of what’s just happened.)

Dan Douglas: GOD DAMN IT! GOD DAMN IT!! Pitt used his presence to get a win for this team of Dementia and Aurora and I have to say, with Pitt at there side, I don’t know if there is any tag teams that can match these two!

Billy Mayne: Really? I was actually thinking, I don’t think there is any tag teams…Full stop!

Dan Douglas: Nonetheless, a win here which some might consider a surprise, but a win nonetheless and I have to say, I think Robin and Creed have been horribly screwed over!!


ESCAPING THE BANJO


A huge reaction is heard from the fans at the sight of the World Heavyweight Champion, Desolation yet again. He is seated in a steel chair in the backstage dressing room, his private little dwelling, and his only means of escape from the annoying outside world. He slaps a knee brace on while his pants leg rolled up to his thigh, getting physically ready for the hells he may endure tonight against Orlando Cruze. He now leans forward and begins to lace up his boot with a row of brown, wooden open lockers behind him, his clothes already hanging from one. In the middle of lacing his boot, music hits his ear. Desolation looks up and then around his surroundings as the music gets a little louder. It’s that same banjo tune from Crazy Eddie Mitchell, but now it sounds like it’s coming from inside the room. Desolation looks all round the small room as the music almost seems to be coming from above him. As soon as he looks up a loud, frightful yell is heard as a large metal vent busts and Crazy Eddie Mitchell tumbles out of it to the floor behind Desolation, banjo in hand. The crowd on the inside of the arena laughs while Desolation doesn’t even stand up or turn around to check on Eddie. He just rolls his eyes and goes about his business.

Behind him, Eddie stands up with dust all over his body, staggering around with the banjo in his hands still. He seems very dazed and confused before he starts to play the banjo finally, almost falling over several times throughout the process.

Crazy Eddie: Desolation, Desolation, you can’t get rid of me that easily you big goof.

Eddie stumbles up behind the Dark Man, the World Champion paying him very little accord.

Eddie: You’ve got to hear this new tune I’ve been working on, you just got to Desolation. It will show how much better of a banjo player I am than Ron Raeth, and why you need me.

Eddie begins to strike the cords again while Desolation slaps his hand over his face and slowly run it down his features. Eddie is playing the exact same tune as he was just a few seconds ago.

Desolation: Eddie, that’s the same damn song.

Abruptly, Crazy Eddie freezes and raises an eyebrow.

Eddie: Not true, because I’ve changed it a bit. Instead of hitting the cords with the front of my fingers, I’m hitting them with the back of my fingers. So it’s completely different.

Desolation: That doesn’t even make any sense!

Desolation shakes his head, giving up on figuring out Eddie’s stupidity.

Eddie: I’m not making any sense? Wow, that must mean I’d make a great loon, much better than Ron....

What’s the meaning of this?

The crowd starts to cheer once again as Ron Raeth marches into the camera’s view, banjo held in his arms and concern weighting heavily on his face. Desolation doesn’t even look up to greet him, while Eddie gives the Loon a frustrated, fierce stare.

Eddie: Hey, get out of here, I’m serenading Desolation, and replacing you, you Star Trek geek.

Ron: Star Trek geek, well at least my television actually gets that show without having my cousin stand on the roof with aluminum foil bunny ears. Besides, if anyone is going to seronade Desolation with a banjo it’s me. Desolation loves my banjo playing, don’t you?

Desolation: No.

Ron: See, I told you he did. Now the Loons are only big enough for one banjo player....

Ron steps up in a threatening manner to Eddie, who refuses to back down, gripping his banjo tighter.

Eddie: That’s right, and the banjo player is me.

Ron: Well then, I guess there’s only way to solve this dispute.....

Eddie: Indeed.....A banjo off!

Ron nods his head, accepting the challenge while Desolation leans back in his chair and runs his hands down his face.

Desolation: How’d I know they’d come up with the most annoying thing possible?

Both Ron and Eddie bend down a bit to be on both sides of Desolation while they begin to play dueling banjos against one another. Desolation closes his eyes and takes a deep breath while the two men continue to play against one another feverishly, Eddie stomping his leg throughout the process.

Desolation: If only I had a gun with three bullets in it.


TIME TICKING AWAY


The fans boo loudly at the sight of Jackson Adams marching back and forth with the Livewire title over his shoulder and the Submission belt over the other. He keeps a straight forward expression on his face, yet he appears edgy, somewhat nervous, agitated over something. He continues to march in the VIP room, while the camera is aimed from the perspective of someone behind a desk.

Voice: Jackson, my Son, don’t worry yourself over Isaac Saine, you know no matter what happens tonight, we’ll find a way to prosper just like always.

Jackson stops pacing for a moment and then turns towards the figure seated in the chair, his face thick with confusion.

Jackson: You thank I’m standing here worried about Isaac Saine. No, I know I’m going to go out there and beat that son of a bitch to a bloody pulp. The thing I’m confused about, is you. Your motives. I want to know why the hell you went out there and helped Silencer earlier tonight.

Jackson steps towards the desk and slams the sides of his fists down upon it.

Voice: Relax, Jackson, trust my motives. You’ve trusted me before, so trust me now. My plan is going perfectly.

Adams appears a bit taken aback as he retracts his head and tilts his eyes towards the mysterious figure behind the desk.

Adams: Thus far your plan has pretty much failed tonight, Mr. Genius. I mean, the entire Alpha Generation has lost all of our matches, and that doesn’t vote well when I’m about to go out and defend my Livewire Championship.

Voice: Calm down, Adams, you’ll soon see, that my plan is coming along perfectly.

The Livewire Champion lowers his head and appears to be growing in frustration while he shakes his noggin.

Adams: Your plan is full of shit. I don’t know why I ever listened to you, even Mark Comeau was better at getting things done.

A very frustrated, furious Adams marches from the dressing room with both titles over his shoulders, not taking a look back t the shrouded figure whatsoever. As the door closes you can see the feet of the mysterious apparition kick up and plant themselves on top of the desk.

Voice: Or so you think my plan is failing, hahahaha.


PEACE AT LAST


The camera opens upon a row of stalls in the backstage bathroom. It’s a large predominantly white area with skyblue doors and frames for the stalls. Slowly moving across the white tiles of the floor, appears none other than the World Heavyweight Champion Desolation, causing a scream from the fans. The title rests over his shoulder while a rolled up newspaper is placed under his armpit. An agitation seems to be depicted upon his features while he starts towards the middle stall, grabbing the latch. Before he can enter, he takes one last look around to make sure nobodies about.

Desolation: Finally, some fucking peace at last. I finally get to cast my floater.

The World Champion opens the stall door and steps inside. He closes it behind him and sits down on the toilet, the sounds of him unzipping his pants and the clangs of the metal buckle of his belt being heard in the background. His pants can be seen dropping to his ankles, the area beneath the stall door the only visible part, providing a view of his shins.

Desolation: Ahhhh.....

The sounds of silence seem to be helping Desolation’s irritated mind tremendously. A set of feet can slowly be shown lowering onto the floor in the stall beside him though, as if someone were standing on top of the toilet so they wouldn’t be seen. That’s when it’s heard in the background, the first plucking of strings from a banjo.

Desolation: Oh no.

The plucking of strings continues for a second then stops abruptly while a sigh can be heard from the center stall.

Desolation: I swear to God, Eddie, if that’s you.....

In the stall on the other side of Desolation now another set of feet can be seen lowering onto the tiled floor. The sounds of banjo music, continuing where Eddie left off can now be heard coming from that stall as well. Eddie begins to play the banjo where the other individual left off now, the music coming from the stall on the opposite side of Desolation.

Desolation: If I have to get up off this toilet, I swear both of you.....

Before he can continue his sentence both men bust out into dueling banjos, playing the same tunes loudly from both stalls on opposite sides of Desolation. They momentarily continue where the other left off in the tune and then start back up loudly again playing the same beat with one another.

Desolation: Ahhhhhh!!

The middle stall door opens as Desolation emerges from within, his pants down around his ankles with his boxer shorts pulled up so as not to reveal any unmentionables.

Desolation: I can’t even take a shit in peace anymore!

Desolation throws down the newspaper while stepping towards the exit, reaching down and grabbing his pants as he tries to pull them up around his waist. A look on his face as if he just lost hope in humanity is present, as well as a somewhat agitated expression. The banjo music has stopped while he exits the bathroom in a hurry. There now comes an awkward silence from both stalls.

Eddie: Did he leave, Ron?

Ron: I think so. Maybe if we keep playing he’ll come back!

Eddie: That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard all night.

The banjos start playing once again really loudly from both stalls when the camera pans out a bit to reveal Bob coming out of almost thin air, kicking his feet and slapping his knees to the music.


JACKSON ADAMS © VS. ISAAC SAINE
LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP


The crowd is still very pumped after what has been a very intense night of ULW action, one that nobody will surely ever forget.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, after what has been an utterly fantastic night of wrestling, we’ve still got much more to bring you. Including one of three title matches right now in the form of Jackson Adams battling Isaac Saine.

Mayne: And what a war it’s been Dan, an absolute blood bath waged between one of the greatest performers in ULW history, and to a much lesser extent, Isaac Saine.

Dan: The battles waged between these two have been insanely violent, but tonight, it all ends when they clash for the Livewire title.

The lights dim as black light fade on in the ringside area; Faint by Linkin Park hits the sound system. Blue and green spotlights start blinking and roaming their way through out the audience as Jackson Adams Step through the curtain an arrogant, yet cocky smile stretches across his features. He slowly walks to the ring pointing to himself, and mouthing to the crowd how much better he is. The Livewire title glistens over one shoulder while the Submission Championship brightly flashes over the other with the lights shining downward upon him. A smug grin rests on his face while he starts down the ramp when to a huge reaction, Isaac Saine bolts through the curtains and rushes straight up behind him. He blasts Jackson over the back with a forearm strike brutally, knocking him forward from the collision. The crowd screaming loudly.

Douglas: Oh wait a minute, Isaac Saine not going to wait for this match to get started! He’s blindsiding Jackson Adams right now!

Mayne: That cheating bastard!!

Adams spins around, dropping his belts, turning right into a shot to the face, followed by another right hand. He then delivers the point of his elbow to the forehead of Adams, knocking him down to the ramp. The crowd is still going nuts as an intense Isaac spins around to glare out over them. He then slaps his chest and raises an arm into the air, the crowd reacting with a huge collection of cheers. Jackson ends up at the bottom of the ramp, beginning to stand up when Isaac moves in and pops him across the jaw with a closed right fist before taking him by the back of the head and charging him straight at the steel stairs. Adams appears shocked as he is driven hard face first into the steps, ricocheting off and staggering in reverse. He is grabbed by the back of the head with both hands by Isaac though who now drives him even more brutally down face first into the steps, leaving a dent in their surface. Adams stands up, shaking his head from the impacts when Saine spins him around and delivers a brutal knife edge chop straight across his sternum.

Jackson falls back first into the stairs before he’s chopped stiffly across the sternum once again. He tries to cover up, still looking shocked when Isaac takes him by the back of the head and points straight at the exposed turnbuckle post. A loud pop is heard from the fans as Isaac begins to charge him straight at it by clutching the back of his head. Jackson stops though and pushes Isaac off, straight into the exposed post. Saine smashes face first into it and begins to stumble in reverse when he turns to face Jackson, who bolts across the mats with a huge burst of speed. Isaac bends forward and catches him to the chest and stomach though, hoisting him with a military press into the air and then turning to face the post. He throws Jackson through the air, ribs first right into the exposed post, the crowd screaming. Adams bounces off and crashes to the mats with a hard thud.

Douglas: Oh my, Jackson just thrown like a rag-doll into the turnbuckle post!

Mayne: This isn’t fair, this isn’t fair at all dammit, Isaac caught Jackson off guard.

Dan: Isaac using some underhanded tactics yes, but he’s going to do it before Jackson can.

Adams crawls away from Isaac, grabbing the barricade and pulling himself to his feet while clutching his banged up ribs in tremendous pain. Isaac steps in and takes him by the shoulder, spinning him around and connecting with another absolutely sickening knife edge chop to his sternum. Jackson’s legs kick into the air before he turns away from Saine and stumbles towards the ring, rolling in under the ropes in desperation to flee his challenger. Isaac begins to slide into the ring now when Jackson stands up and catches him with a leg drop across the back of the neck. He now rolls over and gets quickly to his feet once more before dropping the elbow square into the upper spine of the still down Isaac. Jackson stands up as quickly as his battered body will allow, clutching his ribs while he begins to stomp away at the back of Isaac’s head repeatedly. Saine is beginning to rise to his feet nevertheless though with each stomp before Adams turns away from his challenger and bolts across the ring into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes rushing back in when Isaac stands and catches him again, hoisting him into the air and dropping him groin first onto his knees with the Manhattan drop. Isaac rushes back first into the cables and comes back in with a roaring lariat now that almost decapitates Jackson, sending him flying backwards and crashing across the back of his head.

Saine gets to his knees and scrambles into the cover quickly, the fans still cheering loudly.

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Isaac reaches for his knee while he begins to stand up before Adams rushes into the cables at his side. He bounces off and comes back in with a huge knee lift straight to the face of Isaac. Saine stands up in a dazed state when Jackson turns around to face him and locks in a reverse waist lock, going for the German suplex. Isaac performs a standing switch and catches him around the neck, going for the Psychotic Episode. Jackson drops to his knees though quickly and scoots backwards between the legs of Isaac, getting behind him. Before Saine can respond Jackson stands up and catches him by both arms, pulling him around into position for the Unprettier. Isaac pulls his head free though and shoves Jackson off into the cables in front of him. Adams bounces off and comes back in at a bent forward Saine before catching him with a kick to the face. Isaac stands up straight when Jackson rushes in quickly only to be caught with a deep, powerful spinning powerslam. Isaac hooks the leg immediately with the crowd going nuts.

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Jackson kicks out yet again, turning onto his side with wide eyes full of disbelief.

Mayne: Sweet Jesus, Jackson came close to being screwed out of the Livewire twice already and this match is still in the first five minutes.

Douglas: Somehow I don’t think this is going to be an hour long classic ladies and gentlemen, these two are trying to kill one another and do it quickly.

Isaac gets up as Adams begins to do so as well. With Jackson beginning to stand up, Isaac steps to his side and bends down, catching him around the waist with one arm. He forces Jackson to his feet and hoists him into the air before dropping down hard into a side slam, hooking Adams’ leg upon impact.

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Jackson kicks out again, turning onto his side, appearing stunned by the speed of this contest still. He gets to his hands and knees when Isaac stands up and steps over his back quickly. He grabs him around the jaw, pulling in reverse on his head with the camel clutch. He sits down hard on the spine of Adams, who is beginning to yell in tremendous pain while he tries to force himself up to his feet. As he does, Isaac changes the hold into a dragon sleeper, bending the Livewire Champion over backwards in his grip. Jackson continues to force himself up onto his feet though before suddenly spinning around, freeing his noggin and kicking Isaac straight into the testicles, bending him over forward. Isaac groans in pain while he reaches for his genitals before Adams steps in and grabs him around the neck, reaching out and taking him by the back of the pants as well. Adams hoists Isaac into the air and drops back into a brutal elevated DDT. Isaac slams face first into the canvas and rolls onto his back, Jackson sluggishly getting to his feet, starting to get his bearings about him. He gets to his feet and motions to the top rope, getting a collective boo from the sold out crowd.

Isaac is prone on the canvas as Jackson slips through the ropes onto the apron, starting up the turnbuckle with quickness. He gets to the top rope and flies off, soaring through the air and landing on Isaac picture perfectly with the frog splash. He immediately hooks Saine’s leg, going for the three count.

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Isaac kicks out, turning over onto his side throughout the process and gasping deeply. Adams rises to his feet and drops a quick knee into the back of Isaac’s head before standing up and grabbing him around the jaw. He forces Saine to his knees and quickly begins to twist at his head with a neck cravat, really trying to rip his head from his shoulders it seems. The crowd is already on its feet, starting an Isaac chant while Saine forces himself upwards slowly. He gets to his feet with Adams still twisting at his head before He swings his body around free out of the hold. He places his spine to Jackson’s and hooks both of his arms, pulling him over in reverse into a huge back slide pin.

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Jackson kicks out, the crowd going crazy over the series of nearfalls already between both of these men in this very fast paced match. Isaac gets up in front of Jackson now, with his body turned towards him as Adams stands and charges in, catching him around the neck before he can respond. He pulls Isaac around into a huge swinging neckbreaker, driving the body of the Psychotic One hard into the canvas.

Mayne: Oh thank God, Jackson remains in control of this match now after that brute Isaac tried to get on the advantage through his under handed actions. Jackson was approaching this match with nobility and Isaac has to go and ruin it again with his cheating ways.

Douglas: The world’s smallest violin is playing for you and Jackson Adams right now Billy.

Billy: Well, you’ll be the one crying when this match ends in a DQ for the third time with these going against one another.

Jackson gets to his feet quickly and scrambles towards Isaac. He grabs his arm and lifts it into the air, slapping on a quick arm lock. He places one hand to the side of Isaac, pushing it away violently while really twisting at his arm with all of his strength. Isaac kicks his legs and digs his fingers into the palm of his other hand while Jackson continues to hold him in this submission, once again trying to slow this thing down. Isaac refuses to allow that to happen though, immediately rolling over backwards onto his knees while Jackson still holds him by the wrist. Saine begins to get to his feet when Jackson uses that gripped wrist to pull him forward into a vicious short arm lariat, taking him down hard to the canvas. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this while Adams gets to his feet and steps to the side of Isaac. He drops a quick leg across his throat and now rolls over onto his knees, grabbing Isaac by the hair. He sits him up and turns him onto his knees, applying that same neck cravat as quickly as humanly possible.

Isaac finds himself in some real pain as a result of this hold while Jackson just continues to twist at the noggin with as much power as his busted body will allow. Sweat is already dripping from the frame of both men while Isaac remains grounded upon his knees by Jackson, trying to methodically wear down the bigger man with these submission holds. The crowd is on slapping the barricades and shouting for Isaac to get up as the Psychotic One begins to force himself to a standing base. Adams is shaking his head as he twists at the head some more and roars in anger. With Isaac’s head almost coming off of his shoulders, he reaches up and grabs one of the hands turning at his neck. He swings around out of the submission suddenly and holds onto the wrist in order to pull Jackson forward into a short arm clothesline of his own. Jackson catches his arm though without warning and ducks under the lariat, swinging around behind his back. He catches the other arm as well, pulling Isaac around so that his head is between his shoulder blades. Jackson drops into the Unprettier, slamming the face of Isaac hard into the canvas and getting a huge wave of boos from the surprised fans.

Mayne: What a counter, what a counter by the brilliant Jackson Adams, he’s going to retain, he’s going to retain the title right now!

Douglas: The unprettier connecting, but will it be enough for Jackson to barely scrape by with the Livewire title?

Jackson desperately crawls into the cover, pushing Isaac onto his back and falling into the cover.

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No, Isaac kicks out, shooting his shoulder defiantly from the canvas. Adams rises to his knees and runs his hands over his sweaty head, in disbelief that he hasn’t put Isaac away, that he’s failed to retain his title just yet. He rises to his feet quickly and grabs Isaac around the neck, pulling him to his feet and then dragging him into position for that moonsault rock bottom. Isaac awakens though, driving his knee upward into the gut of Jackson, bending him forward when Saine turns and catches him by the back of the head. He lifts his foot into a blistering shin kick to the face of Jackson, causing him to stand up straight, the crowd absolutely stunned by the tremendous impact of the kick. Jackson appears to be dead on his feet from the shot as Isaac rushes into the cables in front of him. He bounces off, coming back in a little groggy before Jackson bends forward and catches Saine with a spear. The fans are stunned as Isaac is driven down hard to the canvas by Adams, who lands on his hands and knees at his side, breathing heavily.

Mayne: Ohh, a spear, what another brilliant counter by the thinking man’s champion, Jackson Adams!

Douglas: Somehow Adams keeping on the advantage in what has been an intense, quick back and forth contest for the Livewire Championship.

Jackson rises to his feet slowly, holding his own ribs but motioning for Isaac to stand up with his other hand. He seems intent on driving Isaac upward. The battered frame of Saine just doesn’t want to stand up though, at least not as quickly as Adams desires. Isaac is beginning to stand when Jackson moves in and kicks him hard to the face with a straight punt like shot, that causes Saine to stand completely up in a dazed state. Adams now slaps his chest while staring into the face of Isaac, realizing he’s got him exactly where he wants him. He bends forward and pretends to take a picture of him so he can remember this moment forever before kissing his fist and rushing in. Isaac side steps him though and catches him across the chest. He drops down to a single knee, and pulls Jackson down spine first with a STO back breaker. Jackson shouts out in pain with the crowd going nuts, Isaac keeping his arm stretched across the chest of Jackson. He stands up and pulls Adams to a standing base before shifting behind his back, and hooking up his arm into a half nelson. He hoists Jackson into the air and connects with a half nelson back breaker straight across his knee before turning Adams around into a double underhook. Isaac throws Adams up into the air and turns him in mid-air, dropping him spine first into a backbreaker across his knee once more. Jackson drops off and rolls across the canvas, yelling at the absolute top of his lungs throughout the process.

Douglas: Three lethal back breakers by Isaac!

Mayne: How in the world is this man still standing? Jackson beat him down like there is no tomorrow, yet he’s still conscious enough to cheat his way into hitting a series of backbreakers, it’s inhuman!

Jackson’s back seems to be absolutely killing him while he remains on his back, Saine lying next to him on the canvas. Both men are out of it with the fans standing, putting their hands together over what has been a fast, but very strong match between two of ULW’s best and brightest. Saine now turns onto his knees, standing up and motioning towards the top rope himself. Unlike Adams he gets a standing ovation, the big man starting towards the corner. He begins to march up the corner now with his back turned towards the laid out Adams. He gets to the top cable with his body ravaged in pain before taking one last look out over the sold out crowd. He now flips over backwards off the corner, getting tremendous air time as his large body soars through the air and then crashes into the canvas with the moonsault. The fans are shocked as Jackson rolls out of the way just in time. Saine hits off the ring hard, getting to his feet in a highly dazed state when Adams steps in and catches the confused Isaac around the chest. He flips over backwards without warning, straight into the C4. Every fan in attendance is absolutely stunned as Jackson hits his finishing move.

Mayne: Yes, yes, Jackson hit it, Jackson hit it, all thanks to Isaac’s foolish mistake, pandering to these idiots!

Douglas: I cannot believe Jackson connected with the Spectacular Ending, I’m just as shocked as you are Billy.

Isaac is out of it as Adams falls into the cover, hooking his leg quickly with the crowd standing.

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Shock takes over the arena as Adams has retained the Livewire Championship against Isaac. But wait, no, Saine kicked out!! He sits up on the canvas, immediately getting to his knees and unleashing a roar towards the heavens as Jackson falls onto his posterior, scooting away in disbelief. The entire arena is going absolutely nuts.

Douglas: Are you feeling this Billy, are you feeling it!?!

Mayne: This, this, this is unbelievable! Isaac kicked out of the Spectacular Ending, and now it appears to have lit a fire under his ass. Do something Adams, do something!

Isaac slaps his chest with both hands while the entire arena is still sounding off in disbelief. The roof is almost coming off the arena while Saine gets to his feet when Jackson rushes up slyly behind him, blasting him over the back with a forearm. Saine is knocked forward into the cables before he spins around with a burning hatred in his eyes, acting unaffected by the shot. Adams begins to back up with his eyes opened very widely, his jaw hanging open. He doesn’t seem to be able to accept that Isaac is still standing, that he kicked out of even his most powerful finishing move. Jackson steps in now and swings around with his body, connecting with a stiff back karate kick to the gut of Saine, causing him to finally bend forward. A smirking Jackson steps in and catches him around both arms, setting up for the Angel’s Wings. He now lifts but Isaac remains grounded on his feet. Jackson begins to shake his head in disbelief as he tries to lift Isaac again, who refuses to be lifted into the air. Jackson is shocked as Isaac pulls his arms downward, showing brute strength to break them away from Adams’ grasp. Before JA can respond Isaac grabs him by one of the wrists and spins around out of the Angel’s Wings position. He turns to face Jackson and now pulls him forward, catching the shocked Adams across his chest and hoisting him into the air. He delivers a Euronogi right into a back breaker across his knee. Jackson bounces off the knee, shouting in pain while he turns away from Saine, then spins to face him. Isaac bends forward, catching him against his shoulders, standing up and throwing him into the air. Jackson catches tremendous height before being caught by the neck on the way down and dropped into a huge diamond cutter. The fans react with absolute insanity as Adams bounces off the shoulder and rolls onto his back, lying motionless.

Isaac gets up and steps on the gut of Jackson while walking towards the turnbuckle. He is all fired up while he starts up the corner, getting to the top rope quickly and then jumping off backwards. He catches tremendous height and plants his wide body on top of Adams with the moonsault. The entire arena is going insane while Isaac hooks Jackson’s leg, the official dropping into the count with the fans chanting along.

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Wait, Isaac has done it, he’s done it. He’s won the Livewire title. The entire arena is going nuts at the sight of this while Isaac Saine rises to his knees and raises his arms in victory.

Douglas: Isaac’s done it, he’s done it, he’s won the Livewire Championship!!

Mayne: NOOOOO!!! How can this night get any worse for the Alpha Generation!?!

The entire arena is going nuts as the Livewire title belt is handed to Isaac Saine. He takes hold of it in both hands, glaring down at his reflection in the strap before raising it high above his head. He is receiving a standing ovation.

Douglas: What a night, what a night in the annals of ULW history. A new Champion, Isaac lays claim to the Livewire gold right here at War of the Worlds.

Mayne: This is heart breaking, absolutely heart breaking!

Adams sits up finally, holding his ribs and appearing stunned, in almost tears that he was beaten for his Livewire title as Isaac drapes the belt over his shoulder and turns, slipping through the ropes onto the apron and dropping to the mats. He takes one last look at the ring and marches around the ramp, holding the title high above his head, allowing a few fans to reach over the barricade and slap the belt as he passes. Adams uses the ropes to get to his feet, foaming at the mouth in rage almost as he kicks the bottom rope now, and storms around the ring, smoke almost shooting from his ears. Suddenly, Conrad Gray’s entrance music now hits the PA system. This makes Adams jump back with a shocked expression on his face.

Douglas: Wait a minute, what is this!?! What is this now?

Mayne: Don’t tell me this idiot Conrad is coming out here to gloat now.

The fans find themselves unexpectedly going nuts as through the curtains strides the C.E.O, the one and only Conrad Gray, dressed in a fine red suit. He has a pompous expression on his face while a sweating Adams torms around the ring and points down at the squared circle, demanding that he bring his ass into the ring and settle this. Conrad shakes his head though while gripping a microphone tight in his hand. He slowly lifts it to his lips.

Conrad: Jackson, Jackson, calm down, calm down. I know you’d like nothing more than take out your frustrations on me because you lost your Livewire title, but unfortunately, that’s not going to be the case tonight. Oh no, you see, I haven’t been showing up here to get involved in a physical capacity. I’ve just been observing the landscape of the ULW, trying to figure out exactly what move would be prudent on my part to shake things up a bit, and to at the same time bring some balance to this program.

Mayne: What is this idiot talking about? Can’t he leave well enough alone?

Douglas: The ULW is the Gray family baby, so no, I don’t think they can just walk away.

Conrad marches on the stage with a smile while the sweating Adams, appears more furious than ever, still demanding he enter the ring. Gray shakes his head almost sarcastically before speaking once again.

Conrad: And thus, I’ve reached a conclusion. I’ve decided that the time is now for me to make a very huge announcement. With Mark Comeau being put out to pasture, and with the Grays being so very busy running the show in a backstage, boardroom capacity, I’ve decided that a new figure head needs to be established. That’s right, I’m here tonight to announce the signing of a brand new General Manager to run the day to day operations here on ULW telecasts!

A massive reaction is heard from the crowd while a grin slowly cuts across Adams’ face.

Gray: I know what your thinking JA, and no, it’s not going to be someone you can abuse and force out of office. No, no, no. See, I’ve put my personal bias aside and decided to find someone you, or anyone else, wouldn’t dare toil with, and attempt to usurp his control. That’s right, the General Manager I’m about to announce is someone you should know very well, and someone who will keep you and the rest of the Alpha Generation in line.....

Mayne: I’m scared.

Douglas: So am I a little.

Jackson tilts his head in the ring, looking all the more confused, baffled by this announcement. He begins to shake his head though and grin while Conrad motions towards the back and steps aside, obviously Adams not frightened by the prospect of whomever Conrad may bring out.

I HOPE YOUR SATISFIED!!!

As these words are screamed throughout the speakers, Jackson’s face turns a ghostly shade of white. He begins to shake his head while the entire arena just explodes into cheers, pyro shaped explosions shooting from the stage. Conrad grins as through the curtains strides none other than former ULW World Champion, AWOL, dressed in a white suit.

Douglas: OOOOOHHH MYYYY GOOOOODDDD!!!

Mayne: This can’t be, this can’t be!! AWOL is our new GENERAL MANAGER!?!

Everyone is still going nuts while Jackson’s jaw has dropped in the ring, shaking his head back and forth in utter disbelief. AWOL stands on the stage now with a demonic grin beginning to cut across his face slowly as he gazes straight into the face of Adams.

Mayne: I don’t know how, but this night has even become worse for the Alpha Generation!

AWOL grins sadistically while Conrad claps and appears proud of his shocking announcement. Jackson appears ready to puke on the inside of the ring.


MORE ANARCHY HIJINKS


Desolation steps down the corridor with a role of his eyes, becoming very highly agitated while he marches forward. Following behind him is still none other than Crazy Eddie Mitchell with the banjo in hand and the Anarchy title around his waist. Desolation seems seconds away from snapping and perhaps taking the head off of Eddie’s shoulders, but buries his frustrations and continues towards the ring.

Eddie: You should really think about it Desolation. I mean, I’m the Anarchy Champion, I’m a hell of a banjo player, and I have women crawling all over me. You want chicks, I can get chicks.

Eddie steps around Desolation and puts his banjo on the floor, leaning it against the walls. He is blocking the Champion’s path while Desolation rolls his head and his eyes in frustration.

Desolation: I’m married you idiot, and I have a kid.

For some reason Eddie seems to be failing to grasp the logic behind this announcement.

Crazy: Sooooo, your telling me this why? That doesn’t change the fact that I can still get you some chicks. One’s who aren’t half cat too.

Desolation chuckles a bit while he lowers his head and shakes it.

Desolation: Listen Eddie, just get it through your head. You’re not Loon material, you’ll never be. So stop trying before I actually lose enough faith in humanity, that I do something worse than what’s about to happen to your banjo.

Eddie becomes confused while he rubs his hands over his Anarchy title belt. He turns to stare at the area of the wall where his banjo use to sit, but now there’s nothing there. He suddenly spins around when the banjo shatters violently over his skull, taking him off of his feet and onto his back. Eddie is completely out cold now as none other Andrew May steps into the camera’s view waving on a referee. He drops down on top of Eddie while the official falls and makes the count.

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Andrew May has done it, he’s regained the Anarchy title. He quickly stands up and grabs the belt off of Eddie’s waist, lifting it into the air and jumping for joy. He stops abruptly though and looks around quickly as he pulls the Anarchy title in close to his chest, watching out for anyone who want to take it. He stares briefly at Desolation, who shakes his head and motions for him to be gone. Andrew turns and scurries away quickly, kissing the Anarchy title as he charges away, the official following. Desolation stares down at Eddie, who is out cold, chunks of wood lying around his battered, bashed in skull. He finally bends forward slowly in order to stare into his face.

Desolation: You got the knocked the fuck out!

Desolation stands up as a shiver goes throughout his body.

Desolation: Wow, it’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, and I suddenly feel so wonderfully ghetto.

Desolation starts off down the corridor now leaving Eddie lying on the floor amongst broken chunks of wood.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event is next, Desolation versus Orlando Cruze, World title on the line!

Mayne: What a spectacular bout it should be, the final night with Desolation as the champion.


DESOLATION © VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
ULW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP


The Scorpion by Megadeth hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arean lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands centre of the ring with his arms outstreched taking in the crowd reaction, some positive, but mostly negative.

Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this is it, no video package, no build up needed for this one, this is Orlando Cruze, this is Desolation, this is the main event to War of the Worlds!

Mayne: Oh yes, no advertising required for this one. This match is going to be beyond belief ladies and gentlemen.

Dan: I have been waiting for this one for a while Billy, and now it comes center stage.

Orlando marches around the ring with a smirk on his features, staring out over the crowd gathered and shaking his head somewhat. He doesn’t seem pleased with their reaction while he mumbles under his breath some insults.

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

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

Desolation steps up onto the barrier between the upper deck and floor seats, raising one fist into the air with the World title glistening about his waist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dan The Champ is here.

Mayne: But he’s not a rapping wigger.

Dan: Of course not. This is the “Dark Man” ladies and gentlemen, a credible Champion, a credible competitor who knows more than five moves. This is Desolation, this is the definition of wrestling personified. And tonight, when he clashes with Cruze, we’re going to see just how much of a wrestling icon this man is. A real icon mind you, not a phoney one.

Mayne: Nice shot at Orlando, you biased bastard.

The crowd is standing, everyone pumped, everyone excited over what is about to happen next, as the ULW reaches it’s pinnacle of the evening. Desolation stands straight across from Cruze, mentor staring into the eyes of student, the two about to clash for the first time in ages. The fans can feel the electricity flowing through the arena as the bell finally begins to chime in the background. Desolation and Orlando now step slowly to the center of the ring, getting nose to nose almost, eye to eye, both men’s hatred for one another boiling to the surface. Desolation pushes his forehead into Cruze and shoves him off lightly while Orlando steps back, shaking his head in an agitated state.

Douglas: Man, you can just feel this, you can feel that energy in the air, you know this one is going to be big ladies and gentlemen.

Mayne: This is kind of ironic, last year at War of the Worlds, Orlando was here fighting for Desolation’s honor against Shinzan Valfane, and now he’s here trying to dishonor the champ by taking away his World Heavyweight title.

Dan: Do you even know the definition of ironic?

Both men begin to circle one another as official Alex Ingelson stands back, officiating this sure to be hectic affair. Both men finally step forward, tying up their arms into the collar elbow and immediately beginning to push against one another. They fight for positioning against one another, both men looking for that quick, expert transition to get them the quick advantage. Neither man can do it though when Orlando begins to shove Desolation back first into the ropes, to get out of this hold and showcase some of his brute strength. Desolation is backed into the cables when the official steps in and begins to push him off in reverse, backing him up slightly. Orlando lifts his hands and begins to step in reverse before he slaps Desolation across the side of his face. The World Champion grabs his jaw and begins to rub it repeatedly while he slowly looks up at Orlando, forming a half grin. Cruze lifts his hand and acts as if he is about to back hand Desolation, implying he’ll gladly due it again. The World Champion shakes his head and grins before he steps forward, glaring straight into the eyes of his challenger. Both men begin to circle one another slowly once again. Just as Desolation steps forward for the tie up, Orlando steps back, pointing at a fan in the front row, demanding he show him some respect. This is of course met with boos from the crowd before Orlando steps towards the Dark Man once again.

Orlando seems to be wanting to keep this at his pace when Desolation forcefully grabs one of his hands, then takes a hold of the other one. Their knuckles are interlocked in the Greco Knuckle Lock, struggling against one another yet again to find some type of advantage. Unfortunately they cannot, both men exerting equal pressure to offset the other’s strength. Desolation begins to force Cruze in reverse though, straight into the cables spine first. The Dark Man lifts the hands of Cruze into the air, pushing them backwards and over the cables, so that both arms of the Icon are behind the ropes. Desolation then breaks the Greco knuckle lock and slaps Cruze hard to one side of the face, before doing it to the other cheek as well. Cruze grabs his chin while Desolation slaps him on the back of the head yet again, then does it to his cheek as well. With each slap comes a groan from the crowd and forces Orlando to cover his head with both arms while he backs quickly into the turnbuckle. He grabs the shirt of Ingelson and pulls the referee in between himself and Desolation throughout the process. The official sticks his hands to the chest of Desolation, forcing the fired up World Champion backwards while Orlando is in the ropes.

Douglas: Oh come on, what’s with Orlando Cruze, using the ref as a shield? This man has fallen so far down my ladder of respect it’s not even funny.

Mayne: He’s doing what needs to be done Dan. You should respect a man who is willing to do what it takes instead of pander to these fans.

Desolation grabs Ingelson by the shirt and pulls him out of the way before stepping towards Orlando who steps out of the corner and sticks his fingers directly into the Champion’s eyes. He rakes them brutally, causing Desolation to stumble in reverse, grabbing his damaged eyes. Orlando then quickly grabs his arm and swings around under it, applying the arm ringer quickly. Cruze smirks confidently while the fans show their disgust over what just happened. Desolation bends to a knee, then stands again while trying to clear out his eye. He then quickly lifts his free hand into the air and pulls Orlando forward, swatting down with his palm into the wrist of Cruze, knocking his hands away from his locked up arm. He then turns and places Orlando yet again in the collar elbow lock. Both men begin to jockey for positioning with each other all over again, but neither of them can find the strength or the hole necessary to apply the submission they’re looking for. Desolation finally strikes though, by sticking out his leg and locking it around behind Cruze’s, using this to pull his body forward out of the collar elbow tie. As he does, he swings around with his frame to be at the side of Orlando, catching him around the neck with the side headlock. As soon as he does this though, Orlando forces his head free, getting behind Desolation and wrapping his arms around his waist. He has him held in the reverse waist lock.

Instead of staying in this hold, Desolation grabs one arm of Cruze around his waist, and pries it away. He turns out of the waist lock, still holding onto the arm before he swings around under it and has Orlando now held in that arm ringer submission. The fans clap at the sight of this while Desolation changes up the hold, stepping forward towards Cruze and pushing down into the arm lock. He has one arm wrapped around the bicep of Cruze with his other hand pushing down his shoulder violently. Cruze drops to a knee, grinding his teeth as he finds himself in this submission before he turns his head. He turns his entire body to face Desolation’s front side then sticks his head outward, putting it between his locked up arm, and the arm of the Champion that’s locking it up. He uses his head to push the arm away in the process of standing up with a spin of his body. He grabs the hand that was shoving down his shoulder and twists the arm over backwards into the top wrist lock. The crowd has a mixed reaction at the sight of this quick, European style counter by the challenger for the World title.

Desolation digs his teeth into his lip while trying to find a quick, aggressive counter to his hold. One comes in the form of a quick back heel trip, that forces Orlando over onto his spine rather forcefully. As Cruze collapses onto his back, Desolation drops down at his side, reversing the top wrist lock into one of his own, having Orlando grounded on the canvas now. Cruze is grinding his teeth and yelling out in pain while Desolation continues to force his arm over at a very hideous angle, really bending it awkwardly at the elbow. He jumps into the air now with his lower body before coming down knee first into the elbow of Cruze, causing Orlando to yell out in pain, rolling away from the Dark Man with quickness. The fans scream with delight while Orlando rolls onto his knees and scrambles into the ropes, grabbing them with his other arm, keeping his now damaged one pinned at his sternum. Desolation stands up but does not pursue his weakened opposition, standing back and keeping his eyes focused upon him amongst cheers from the crowd.

Douglas: A nice display of technical wrestling between these two, with some very nice reversals, displaying just how much they really do know one another.

Mayne: I think Orlando frustrated Desolation there, with always having a counter to whatever the champ was throwing at him, hence that’s why he went after the elbow so brutally.

Douglas: How full of shit are you? It was an offensive move for crying out loud, that’s it. Yes, even heels get hurt some times!

Orlando shakes off his arm while forcing himself up onto his feet, pointing immediately at Desolation who is remaining relatively serious for this contest.

Fan: ORLANDO’S OVERRATED!!

Desolation stops immediately and stares over the ropes at the fan who just shouted this, yelling something in response.

Desolation: I know, you should have seen how much Sheryl Gray cock he had to suck to get this high on the roster!

The fans laugh before Desolation turns around into a rather aggressive forearm strike from a flustered Orlando. Cruze grabs the arm of Desolation immediately and forces it around behind his back now, applying a key lock while he stands in front of the bent forward Champion. Desolation tries to fight free as he steps forward, his back passing under the arm of Cruze. He steps behind him and turns around abruptly, immediately grabbing the head of Orlando again as he applies a second side headlock submission. As Orlando stands up though, Desolation steps behind his back, instead changing up the submission into a rear naked choke. Orlando bends forward though and gets around behind the back of Desolation, reaching down and grabbing his legs. He lifts them up into the air, causing Desolation to crash face first into the canvas before Cruze drops into a forward roll himself. He gets to his side and grabs his arm, lifting it up into the air and trying to pin it across his chest, going for a fujiwara or the crossface perhaps. Desolation scurries in reverse though, getting behind Orlando applying the reverse waistlock on him this time. He squeezes the body of Orlando tightly while Cruze tries to escape this quick transition. Before he can, Desolation breaks the reverse waistlock and rises to a single knee, burying the other one into the spine of Cruze while he interlocks his hands around his jaw, pulling in reverse on it. Orlando yells out in pain while he finds himself in the rear chinlock now, the crowd applauding what they just witnessed.

Orlando refuses to stay down though, beginning to will his way up onto his feet before he reaches up and grabs the hands of Desolation that are interlocked in front of his jaw. He pulls them away before spinning around on his knees and grabbing the leg of Desolation that was buried into his spine. He lifts it into the air and causes Desolation to fall onto his back upon the canvas before he jumps forward across the ring, going after that arm yet again. He grabs it and begins to bend it at an awkward angle, around one of his own. He uses the front of his thigh to press the bicep of Desolation and hold it in place. The Dark Man slaps the canvas with his other hand, looking to be becoming a bit frustrated.

Mayne: Orlando doing the smart thing, staying on that arm, softening it up now so that later he can get that crossface locked in.

Douglas: Damaging that arm also takes away from of Desolation’s key offensive maneuvers, such as the Curb Stomp or the Brand X.

Orlando looks proud of himself before Desolation lifts his legs into the air and pushes himself up onto the back of his shoulders. He locks his legs around the neck of Cruze, pulling him over in reverse onto the canvas with the leg scissors sleeper hold now. Orlando is spread across his back upon the canvas as a result with Desolation getting onto his side, really holding in the submission. He puts his fists to the canvas now, and shoves himself up into the air, turning his body towards Cruze so that it further bends and distorts the angle of his neck. Orlando kicks both feet, looking to becoming quite flustered himself now that Desolation has found such a quick transition into this submission. He suddenly begins to turn his body though, forcing Desolation slowly onto his back. Cruze gets to his knees and turns so that both men’s bodies form a straight line, his head still stuck between the thighs of Desolation. The Dark Man really trying to squeeze and perhaps break that neck of Orlando. Cruze does a headstand on the canvas now to a loud collection of boos and cheers before he falls out of the head stand sideways. He forces Desolation over onto his chest and stomach, pulling his head free from the leg scissors while grabbing the shins of the Dark Man that were crossed. He pins both legs together in almost an Inverted Indian Death Lock position throughout the process of freeing his head. He pushes down on the legs now while Desolation forces himself up onto his fists, yelling out in pain as a result. With great quickness, Cruze stands up, keeping both legs tied together and steps to the side of the Dark Man, reaching out and grabbing him around the jaw. He pins his knees to his spine and falls onto his back, lifting Desolation into the air with the bow and arrow stretch.

Desolation is yelling out while he flails his arms, the crowd responding in shock over the way that Orlando so quickly got this submission established upon the veteran, the man who trained him. Desolation grabs the hand around his chin though, beginning to pull it away when the referee drops down, spotting Cruze’s shoulders on the canvas.

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Orlando pushes one shoulder off, allowing Desolation the distraction he needed. He rolls off the legs of Cruze and lands on his knees beside him, still holding onto the wrist of Orlando. He stands up quickly and bends the arm of Orlando over in reverse into the top wrist lock it seems before Cruze can even respond. He then pins his palm to the canvas and steps back before rushing in and kicking violently upward into the forearm of the Icon. Orlando roars in pain as he rolls across the canvas, pinning his arm to his chest and spilling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. He immediately begins to shake his arm in pain while the fans cheer loudly, Desolation remaining inside of the squared circle with sweat beginning to form on his face.

Douglas: Desolation once again freeing himself and doing some damage to that arm in the process. What a great technical match this has been thus far Billy.

Mayne: It be great if they actually do something worthwhile eventually.

Orlando is still shaking his arm in pain when Desolation steps across the ring, not willing to wait any longer. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into a flying crossbody at Orlando, who steps out of the way. Desolation changes it up to land on his feet in front of Orlando though, so that his back is facing the Icon. Orlando rushes forward though and grabs Desolation’s arm, pushing it around behind his back into the hammerlock while taking a hold of the back of his head. He rushes Desolation forward before he can respond and launches him exposed shoulder first straight into the steel plating of the barricade. He bashes off hard and falls onto his seat, immediately reaching for his shoulder while Orlando uses the apron for support, taking several deep breaths. He now moves towards Desolation, descending on his battered, incoherent opponent and stomping him rather stiffly to the forehead. His palms cover his skull while also reaching for his shoulder when Orlando grabs him around the neck, forcing him up onto his feet before pinning his arm behind his back once again. Desolation doesn’t seem to have the time to fight it when Orlando rushes Desolation shoulder first directly into the exposed turnbuckle post. The crowd groans loudly while Desolation steps back, reaching for his arm once again, that must almost be completely ripped apart.

Cruze steps in quickly though, taking Desolation by the back of the head and leading him towards the barricade. He takes him by the wrist of his injured arm and wraps it around the turnbuckle post. Orlando steps to the other side of the turnbuckle with Desolation’s arm spread across the canvas in the interior of the ring. Cruze reaches in and grabs his wrist before pulling it around the post, standing on the opposite side of Desolation and now using his gripped wrist to pull the Dark Man hard shoulder first into the exposed steel. Desolation yells out at the top of his lungs when his arm collides so violently with the post, dropping to his knees throughout the process. Orlando keeps a hold of his wrist though and makes sure that his arm is stuck around the barricade, beginning to untie his own wrist tape now in order to do something. The fans start to boo loudly as Cruze uses his tape to tie around the wrist of the injured arm of Desolation, reaching out and grabbing his other arm as well. He ties both of Desolation’s wrists together around the exposed turnbuckle post so that he can not move his arm. Cruze quickly slides back into the ring now and then turns towards the area of the ring where Desolation’s arm is stretched across in order for it to be wrapped around the barricade. He now rushes forward and drops down into a baseball slide dropkick directly into the bicep of Desolation, causing it to impact the post with great force. Desolation unleashes a grand roar, exhausting all oxygen in his lungs as a result of the tremendous force in which his arm struck that turnbuckle post.

Douglas: Ohhhh, these shots to Desolation’s arm is causing my own to start hurting right now.

Mayne: If you really want to know what it feels like, I’d be more than happy to show you how it does. Just keep making stupid, generic observations like that, and I’ll gladly show you.

Dan: Billy, your about as threatening as a Lord X promo.

Desolation has dropped to his knee with both arms wrapped around the turnbuckle, his wrists taped together. The official restarts his ten count now that Orlando has exited the ring, stepping around to his wrists. He tears the tape, pulling it apart and freeing his arms before he grabs both of his wrists now. He clutches them tightly and smiles while Desolation rises to his feet finally. Orlando pulls on the wrists of Desolation suddenly, dragging him forward face first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post nose first. He bashes off with incredible impact, turning and spilling onto his back as a result while covering his nose which bashed so violently into the steel. The crowd is responding with boos and woos at the sight of Desolation’s face impacting the post so viciously.

He lies on his back now, holding his jaw and nose while Orlando steps after him quickly. The contender takes Desolation by the head, dragging him to his feet and rolling him in quickly under the ropes. Blood is already dribbling from a laceration in Desolation’s lip it seems as Orlando scrambles into the ring and into the cover, burying his forearm into the throat of the Champion.

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Desolation kicks out, sitting up on the canvas with a very battered look on his face. Cruze stands up quickly in a highly flustered state before he steps in and kicks the spine of Desolation violently with a buzzsaw like shot. Desolation arches his spine and digs his fingers into the palms of his hands. He doesn’t yell though, his face just fills with intensity, causing doubt to set into the eyes of Orlando for the first time it seems. He steps in and delivers another buzzsaw style kick to the back of Desolation, utilizing one of his own offensive moves against him while the Dark Man grinds his teeth. He begins to huff in a deranged state before standing up and turning towards Cruze quickly, Orlando backing up in a speechless state. Desolation grabs him around the head and snapmares him over onto his seat upon the canvas before he unleashes a loud yell and steps forward, blasting him with a blistering kick straight to the spine. Orlando’s eyes open as wide as saucers while he arches his spine, his mouth agape but no sound coming out. The crowd is screaming at the sound of the kick that resembled a gunshot.

Mayne: Yeesh, what a kick, that could knock someone’s vertebra permanently out of alignment.

Douglas: Billy, you’re not reading from a thesaurus to get all these words from are you?

Billy: No, this is a Curious George Book I tell you, got to love that guy in the big yellow hat.

Desolation shakes off his arm but gives Orlando no time to get his head straight, immediately stepping in and placing his arms around the neck of Cruze. He holds him in the neck cravat it seems before shooting his leg straight up into the face of Orlando with a very violent buzzsaw kick. Another gasp can be heard collectively from the crowd as Orlando nearly tumbles to the canvas, only held up by his neck gripped in the hands of the Dark Man. Desolation now drops in reverse though, connecting with a neck cravat suplex, sending Orlando flipping over backwards and crashing across his back upon the canvas. He sits up with glossy eyes and a confused expression when Desolation storms upon him quickly, stomping the back of his head violently. He grips his arm still, wincing in pain while he forces Orlando up onto his knees and once again applies that same neck cravat. With great speed, Desolation launches his shin at the face of Cruze, only for the Icon to block it with both hands. He pushes it down and then places his hand to the back of Desolation. With enough force he shoves Desolation off into the cables at his side, the Dark Man bouncing off and coming back in.

As soon as he does, Orlando drops to the canvas, causing Desolation to now cartwheel over him and continue into the opposite cables. He bounces off and comes back in quickly when Orlando stands up and jumps into the air to leap frog him. Desolation stops though right beneath him and catches him on top of his shoulders before turning and delivering the Death Valley Driver. The crowd cheers at the sight of this while Orlando sits up on the canvas with that same glossy look in his eyes. He finally tumbles onto his back when Desolation falls with great haste into the cover.

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Orlando shoots his shoulder up, immediately turning onto his side with one arm stuck up into the air. Almost by reflex alone Desolation stands up and grabs that arm before falling onto his back. He wraps his legs around it now, applying the cross arm breaker, squeezing his legs around the bicep with incredible force. Orlando kicks his own legs and tries to think of a way to escape this hold amongst a great outpouring of cheers from those packed into the arena. Orlando begins to drag himself quickly towards the cables, reaching out with his foot and placing it over the bottom rope. The official gets in Desolation’s face and does the mandatory five count before Desolation breaks the hold, standing up and swinging around with his body as he maintains a grip upon the wrist of Orlando. He uses it to drag him up to a vertical base sharply. He then places his palm to the hand of Cruze, pushing him back into the cables and launching him off across the ring. Orlando rushes into the opposite ropes, bouncing off and coming back in when Desolation rushes forward and catches him with a quick running forearm strike to the jaw. Orlando is sent into the canvas before he rolls over and rises to his feet quickly, stepping straight into a roaring elbow by Desolation, that once again takes him straight into the ring. Orlando rolls over, looking very dazed by this offensive flurry from Desolation. He gets to both knees when Desolation drops down and interlocks his hands around his jaw yet again, burying his knee into the small of his back. He has Orlando placed in that same rear chin lock yet again.

Douglas: Desolation going back to the rear chin lock on Orlando, really trying to wear him down and quickly with these rest holds.

Mayne: Leave it to Desolation to slow something down and take all the excitement out of it.

Dan: Funny, that’s the same thing people say about your commentary.

Desolation is really digging his knee into the back of Cruze while rearing in reverse on his chin as far as it will go. Desperately the Icon reaches up and grabs the hands that are around his chin before Desolation falls onto his back. He pulls Orlando all the way over in reverse, bending him at the knees while the Dark Man now locks his legs around the waist of Cruze. He has him in what almost appears to be a version of the Kokina Clutch to the surprise of many in the audience, but is still bending him completely over backwards at the knees. Cruze is yelling at the top of his lungs while he tries yet again to find some avenue of escape from this submission. He grabs the arms that are pinning him down around his neck before trying to force the weakest one off. It’s to no avail though as Desolation only further squeezes his neck. This is before Orlando begins to drive his elbow repeatedly into the side of Desolation’s ribcage, doing it over and over again. The Dark Man begins to yell out in pain while his grip is loosened. This allows Orlando to roll sideways off of Desolation and grab that same arm he’s been working over. Once again he twists at an awkward angle around his own while leaning in a seated position against the side of the laid out Desolation.

Desolation shouts in tremendous pain before he immediately rolls over backwards, freeing his arm and standing up in front of Cruze. He steps in now and delivers an absolutely brutal buzzsaw kick directly into the sternum of the Icon, knocking him onto his back with the fans screaming loudly. Orlando rolls onto his side, his mouth once again hanging open while he tries to force himself up to his feet. As soon as he does, Desolation steps in and chops him square to the sternum, once again almost taking Orlando off of his feet. He is staggered a bit before Desolation steps in and goes for another chop. The Icon avoids it though by ducking forward and swinging around behind Desolation. He places his hands to the spine of the World Champion and shoves him off forward into the turnbuckle. Desolation springs into the air and lands on the second cable though before launching himself off in reverse with Orlando charging in. He reverse leapfrogs Orlando who rushes under him straight into the turnbuckle. Desolation lands on his feet behind Cruze, who turns around right into an absolutely disturbing knife edge chop to the chest. Orlando yells out in pain while the crowd yell out with a woo at the sight of what they just witnessed.

A blister seems to have formed on the chest of Orlando as Desolation takes him by the wrist, continuing to now dominate this World title match. He whips him across the ring directly into the opposite turnbuckle and then follows him in. Orlando steps up the turnbuckle though and flips over in reverse off of it, Desolation charging under him now. Cruze lands on his feet when Desolation turns around and is taken off of his feet by a blistering knife edge chop from Orlando. The crowd reacts much differently than they did for the Champion as Cruze shakes his hand, as if that hurt himself.

Mayne: What Desolation can do, Orlando can do better, hahaha.

Douglas: Both men utilizing much of the same counter, knowing each other so very well. This has almost got to be like wrestling with the back of your hand.

Billy: I know how much you have to know about wrestling the back of your hand Dan, after all, I can tell it took you a long while to figure out how to properly due that masterbation thing.

Desolation rolls onto his knees when Cruze steps in and kicks him violently upward to the jaw. The Champion is taken off of his knees and onto his back, still rolling across the canvas while shaking his head in a very dazed state of mind. Orlando drags Desolation to his feet now by grabbing him around the neck before taking hold of his arm and driving an elbow directly into his bicep. He pulls him forward by that damaged arm shoulder first into his own shoulder, further causing the Dark Man some anguish. Cruze pulls violently downward on the arm of Desolation, causing him to yell out again before he is finally backed into the cables. Orlando whips him off across the ring only for Desolation to turn and place the breaks on it. Instead he pulls Orlando forward, who goes quickly for the lariat. The Dark Man ducks under it and gets around behind his back, wrapping his arms around his waist, placing him in the German suplex position. The crowd goes nuts before Orlando scrambles forward towards the turnbuckle with Desolation still holding onto his waist. He then performs a standing switch, getting around behind the back of the Dark Man while bending his head forward and launching him directly at the turnbuckle. Desolation flies through the top and middle rope shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post. The crowd grimaces and screams at the sight of what they just witnessed.

Douglas: Desolation sent right back into that exposed steel turnbuckle post!

Mayne: Talk about breathtakingly brutal, hahaha.

Dan: Is there nothing you say that isn’t a cliche?

Desolation begins to step in reverse, still holding his shoulder in pain before Orlando steps to his side, grabbing the arm and pinning it around behind his back. He reaches out with his other arm, wrapping it around his waist before hoisting Desolation up into sideslam position with his arm still pinned behind his back in the hammerlock almost. Orlando drops down, slamming Desolation on top of his battered arm. The World Champion reaches for his arm, which has to absolutely be killing him now. However, Orlando gives him no time to rest his injured arm, keeping a hold of his wrist this entire time. He pushes Desolation up onto his side, with his body resting on top of his targeted shoulder. Cruze takes that arm and folds it up behind his back again, holding it almost in the hammerlock before he jumps into the air and comes down knee first into the forearm. Desolation slaps the canvas with his free hand, in tremendous pain while Orlando launches his lower body up into the air again and comes swinging down with his knee into the arm a second time. Desolation flops on the canvas a bit while rolling across the ring, reaching for his targeted, ripped apart arm, which has been the focal point of the Icon’s attack throughout this intense World title match up.

Orlando stands up, keeping a hold of that wrist as he elevates it into the air and stretches it out to his side. He immediately drops down and applies a basic, but effective arm lock. He powerfully wraps his arm around the bicep of Desolation while pushing down and away on his shoulder, much as the Champion did earlier. The Dark man is lying on his stomach throughout the process, writhing in great anguish over the torment being inflicted upon his arm by his former pupil. He tries to push himself up onto his knees slowly attempting to find some means to shift the balance of this match, to get him back into the driver’s seat. He gets one foot beneath him and now tries to push himself through his pain, back up to his feet. As soon as he does though, Orlando changes up the submission, pushing the arm around behind his back and then pinning it there with his shoulder. He hoists Desolation up into the air and drops back, delivering a back drop suplex straight on top of the arm. Desolation yells out in tremendous pain while sitting up on the canvas, cradling his arm across his chest. Orlando grabs him by the other shoulder and forces him down to the canvas, covering him quickly.

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Desolation kicks out while Cruze grabs a hold of that arm as instinctively as the World Champion did to the Icon a few moments ago. He stretches it out over the canvas now and jumps into the air with his lower body, his hands still pinning the arm to the canvas. He swings down knee first into the bicep of Desolation, who pounds the canvas with his other fist and continues to yell at in pain and anger. Orlando jumps into the air once more with his lower half and comes down knee first into the arm just as brutally as before. Desolation yells out in pain while Cruze takes him by the wrist and forces him to sit up on the canvas. He now puts the arm of Desolation around behind his neck, using his own head to stretch out the damaged body part of the World Champion. He pushes the forearm of Desolation forward, driving his bicep into the back of his wide neck, while the Icon uses his other hand to push the head of the World Champion backwards. The bicep is twisted at a horrible angle now which is leaving the Champion in even further pain and forcing Orlando to remain in control.

Mayne: This is like Christmas, Easter, and my birthday all rolled into one, you have no idea how much pleasure I’m getting out of seeing Desolation’s arm be ripped to shreds by Orlando.

Douglas: The World Champion does have quite a history of problems with that arm that have caused him to be sidelined a few times before, which Orlando clearly knows more about than anyone else.

Orlando is still really holding onto that arm, stretching it across the back of his neck at a very disturbing angle. But Desolation refuses to stay down on the canvas and rather heroically wills his way upward to his feet. He forces Cruze to rise as well while he tries to keep a hold of that arm, and maintain the submission being applied across the back of his neck. Desolation is able to free his arm though and then wrap it around the neck of Cruze, bending him forward into a position for the DDT. Desolation is about to drop back when Orlando pushes him off in reverse, straight into the canvas. The Dark Man bounces off and comes back in when Cruze stands up and catches his arm across his chest. He drops back into the arm breaker across his sternum, the crowd erupting into a wave of boos before Orlando shifts around behind that same arm and locks in the fujiwara. Desolation pushes himself up with the palm of his hand, yelling at the top of his lungs while Orlando really rears back with the submission as much as he possibly can, ripping every muscle in the shoulder of the World Champion almost. Desolation looks at the cables desperately, his arm being absolutely ripped to pieces at the hands of Orlando, his former pupil. He begins to pull himself across the ring, dragging with all of his might the entire weight that is Cruze. He continues to pull himself, yelling at the absolute top of his lungs towards the cable which seems so very far away. The crowd is still screaming before Desolation opts to take a different route, beginning to force himself upward to his feet instead, realizing the ropes are just too far away for him to reach.

With the strength that remains in his body he begins to shove his feet beneath him, forcing himself to a standing base with the crowd all screaming as loud as they possibly can. He is grinding his teeth to the point that sparks may fly from his mouth while Orlando continues to lean back into the arm. Desolation suddenly turns his body around though so that his back is facing Cruze’s, immediately back sliding him over onto the canvas across his shoulders.

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Orlando kicks out and in the process rolls over onto his knees in front of Desolation, grabbing that same arm of the Dark Man and placing it around behind his back as he once again establishes the key lock. The crowd starts to boo rather viciously at Orlando for getting this submission locked in, but Desolation refuses to stay down. He begins to get his feet beneath him once more with the crowd cheering before Orlando steps to his side and drops back with the key lock still established. He DDTs Desolation straight shoulder first into the canvas with the key lock still applied. Desolation hits the ring hard before Orlando immediately flows around behind that damaged arm and once again locks it in the fujiwara. A huge collection of boos escalate throughout the arena while Orlando pulls back on the shoulder, causing the World Champion further grief that ever before. Desolation is staring up at the ropes, yelling at the top of his lungs while Cruze does the same thing, only further wrenching in reverse on that arm.

Douglas: Orlando goes right back into that fujiwara after DDTing Desolation shoulder first into the canvas with that key lock still applied! I don’t know how much longer Desolation can hold on here with his arm being tore to shreds like this.

Mayne: He can’t hang on, last year at War of the Worlds, when Orlando overcame the onslaught put on his arm by Shinzan it was a damn miracle. Lightening doesn’t strike the same place twice Dan.

Orlando is pushing back on that shoulder as far as it will possibly go, cutting off any attempt by the Dark Man to stand back up and try to reverse again. He digs his free hand into the canvas though, beginning to drag himself painstakingly towards those ever allusive cables. With every ounce of his pride, his strength, his energy he begins to force the weight of Cruze with hm towards those ropes which remain just a few inches away. The crowd is screaming, wondering rather or not Desolation will reach them before the Dark Man extends his fingers and wraps them around the bottom rope. A loud collection of cheers drowns out all other sounds in the arena while Cruze refuses to release that arm, the official stepping in and starting a five count immediately. He reaches four before Orlando breaks the hold but stands up and stomps away at the shoulder of Desolation repeatedly. The official steps in and gets between Desolation and Orlando, pushing Cruze back and warning him over his actions.

With his arm hanging by threads it seems, the World Champion pulls himself up the cables with his one good remaining arm. He gets to his feet when Orlando pushes the referee out of his way and begins to step in quickly. As soon as he steps in, Desolation turns and chops him brutally across the sternum. Orlando is sent reeling in reverse before Desolation turns and lifts his leg into the air, connecting with a sickeningly stiff buzzsaw kick to his sternum now. The shot knocks Cruze down to the canvas before he rises to his feet, Desolation swinging around and hitting a back karate style kick straight to his gut. Orlando bends forward, reaching for his mid-section before Desolation swings around with his foot again and this time connects with the side of Cruze’s skull. The shot causes him to stand up and spin in a circle before he falls back first into one of the corners, utilizing it to keep himself standing. The crowd groans loudly over the sound of the very intense, stiff kick to the cranium of the Icon, which has caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head.

Desolation steps in and jumps into the air, swinging around with his body and connecting with a heel kick to the jaw of the former three time Champion. Somehow Orlando remains standing though while Desolation rushes to the center of the ring, his damaged arm still hanging limply at his side. He turns to face the Icon and rushes in before jumping into the air and blasting Orlando to the jaw with a running forearm strike. The crowd puts their hands together at the sight of this before Desolation backs up to the center of the ring and rushes forward again. He jumps into the air a second time and swings around with his leg, connecting with a leg lariat while Cruze is stuck in the corner. The Icon is almost knocked down to the ring while Desolation lands on his feet upon the canvas at his side. He takes Orlando around the neck though and begins to rush forward while he has him in the bulldog position. Cruze puts the breaks on it though and lets Desolation run forward a bit while taking a hold of his wrist. Desolation turns around when Orlando pulls him back towards his body and throws a lariat. Desolation ducks it and continues into the turnbuckle behind him, jumping onto the second ropes and then flipping over backwards. Cruze turns just in time to be caught around the head by the World Champion, who lands on his feet, holding him in position for the reverse DDT. The crowd reacts with shock, surprised he couldn’t just fall like he usually does into the move before Orlando turns around so that his shoulder is pressed to the gut of the Dark Man. He snaps back quickly into the northern lights suplex, pinning Desolation to the canvas.

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Desolation kicks out, shooting an arm into the air throughout the process. As soon as he does, Orlando grabs that mentioned arm and forces Desolation over onto his knees, yet again applying the key lock. The crowd puts their hands together, screaming loudly as Orlando really forces the pressure upon it once again. The Champion begins to stand up though, forcing himself to an upright base with Orlando bent over his shoulder somewhat as he tries to keep a hold of the arm.

Mayne: Orlando with another key lock applied, he’s rabidly pursuing that arm Dan, there’s going to be nothing left of it by the time this match is over!

Dan: Indeed, that arm continuing to be the focal point of Orlando’s offense, using it as a crutch in this match.

Desolation suddenly turns with his body and drags Orlando into his shoulders. He stands up, holding Cruze in the air in a fireman’s carry position before Orlando slides off and grabs a hold of that damaged arm again. He lands at the side of the Dark Man, trying to push his arm downward in order to lock in the crossface to the shock of everyone in the arena. Desolation pushes his way back though, getting behind Cruze and freeing his arm while wrapping them around the waist of the Icon. He snaps him back into a bridging German suplex.

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Orlando kicks out, falling over onto his side while Desolation rolls with him, keeping him in the reverse waist lock though. He drags him up onto his feet and locks up both of his arms behind his back, placing them in a double chickenwing almost before falling back again. He connects with another bridging tiger suplex now. Before the official can drop down to make the count, Desolation rolls over with Cruze still in the double chickenwing, but he changes it up by pushing Orlando around and slapping on a front gantry. He falls back into the vertical suplex this time and rolls over, keeping him in the front gantry.

Douglas: I don’t believe this, it looks like Desolation is going for that Chain Reaction, we haven’t seen him do this in years!

Mayne: See, he’s got to break something out from the Jurassic period to beat Orlando!

Desolation rolls over onto his knees, keeping Cruze in the front gantry and shaking off his bad arm throughout the process of standing. He forces Cruze to his feet and reaches out for his leg, beginning to hook it but can’t seem to find the strength to with his banged up arm. Orlando utilizes this time to swing around out of the front gantry and get behind Desolation. He seems to be feeding off pure hatred as he locks in the reverse waist lock and drops back into his own German suplex. He releases Desolation as he crashes across the back of his shoulders and head but rolls over onto his feet immediately. A furious expression rests on Desolation’s face, still all pumped by his momentum as Orlando rolls over and gets to his feet. He’s still bent forward when Desolation steps in and catches him around the leg and the neck. He hoists him into the air and drops back into the fisherman suplex. Cruze hits the canvas hard and rolls onto his knees, unleashing a roar as he gets to his feet, the same as Desolation. Cruze immediately steps in and blasts Desolation to the jaw with a forearm strike, causing him to go into a circular spin away from him. Just as it looks like Desolation is going to go down he unleashes his own roar and turns around to face Cruze, rushing in and lifting his foot into the air, planting it brutally to his jaw. Both men crash into the canvas now, their adrenaline surge used up and leaving them exhausted and battered upon the canvas. The crowd is all standing, putting their hands together over what they just witnessed from both men.

Douglas: Neither man willing to be bested, acting off pure emotion and adrenaline in this contest.

Mayne: Or it could be all those steroids they put in their bodies.

The fans are on their feet still, going nuts over what they just witnessed while both Challenger and Champion remain down on the canvas. The Dark Man begins to will his way up to his feet now, his arm still throbbing in horrendous pain while Orlando begins to stand as well. Both men look exhausted, battered, bruised, hanging in their just barely while they force themselves to a standing base. Orlando is bent forward when Desolation steps in and kicks him sharply to the sternum, causing him to stand up straight and be staggered a bit by the shot. Desolation now slaps him across one side of the face, before doing it to the other cheek as well. He rushes into the cables in front of Orlando, bouncing off and coming back in as he launches his boot into the air, going for another kick to the face of his opposition. The Icon side steps it though and gets around behind Desolation, immediately locking him up in a regal suplex position. He has the leg hooked and his other arm wrapped around the neck of the World Champion, about to drop back into the move when Desolation back elbows him to the sternum, causing him to break the attempt. Orlando steps back before Desolation lifts his leg into the air, going for a quick spinning heel kick. Cruze ducks that though and steps to the side of Desolation, immediately grabbing his arm and forcing him down to the canvas into the crossface. The entire arena is filled with those in absolute shock as Desolation pushes himself up onto a single elbow, yelling loudly with his arm being once again tore at.

Douglas: The crossface, the crossface by Orlando Cruze on the World Champion, on that tore up arm!

Mayne: We’re going to have a new champion Dan, a new World Heavyweight Champion, I can’t wait to see Desolation finally tap out for the first time!

Desolation is really yelling at the top of his lungs while Orlando continues to rip violently at that arm, rearing back on his head several times. Desolation looks to be fading from the pain but is only a few inches away from the cables. He now sticks out his foot and places it over the bottom rope, everyone in the arena jumping for joy at the sight of this. Orlando breaks the hold and sits up, sweat covering his body and dripping from his chin. He shakes his head in disbelief over the fact that he didn’t just get the submission there. He stands up quickly and grabs Desolarion by that same injured arm, beginning to force him up to his feet. Desolation turns though and drives a forearm into the gut of the Icon, then does it once more. Cruze is staggered a bit by each shot before Desolation stands up a bit and catches him around the head. He drops down to one knee, pulling the jaw of the Icon down into the top of his noggin. Cruze is knocked through a loop as he begins to stumble in reverse, Desolation standing up and then swinging around with his forearm. He goes into the roaring elbow when Cruze catches his arm and forces him down to the canvas into the crossface yet again in the center of the ring. Screams echo throughout the arena from the fans, who are jumping up and down, yelling for Desolation not to tap out as he has once again been put in this brutal submission hold.

Mayne: He’s got it again, Orlando has got it again, he’s got Desolation locked in that crossface for a second time!!

Douglas: There may be no getting out of it on this occasion ladies and gentlemen!

Billy: “Maybe?” There is definitely no getting out of this, Desolation is going to tap out, mark my words Dan!

Desolation continues to yell at the top of his lungs and appears to be fading rapidly, his body being really ripped apart within the hands of Orlando, who rears as far back on the head and arm as possible. Orlando is yelling louder than Desolation as he tries to exert the strength to keep the submission applied. The air is gone from Desolation’s lungs now, the World Champion beginning to fade it seems. The pain is becoming too much, his arm just ripped to absolute shreds by the Challenger. His eyes begin to close and his energy has definitely faded as Orlando continues to pull on his head and his arm. The official steps in and begins to drop down to grab the other arm of Desolation in order to lift it and make sure he’s still conscious when the Champion rolls over to his side unexpectedly. He pulls Cruze over onto the back of his shoulders and frees his arm without warning. He transitions his body around out of the hold and onto his feet so that his shoulders are pressed to the back of Cruze’s thighs, holding him down in a pinning predicament.

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Orlando places his hands to the back of Desolation’s head, shoving it downward and causing him to flip forward. He lands on the back of his head and shoulders while Cruze sits forward and catches his legs over his shoulders.

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Desolation sits up, pushing Cruze onto his back and grabbing his legs throughout the process, holding them down with the pin.

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Orlando pushes his shoulders off the canvas in the process of grabbing the legs of Desolation. The Champion falls forward into the canvas while Orlando rolls in reverse onto his feet, holding onto the legs of Desolation and trying to step through them in order to lock in the sharpshooter. Once again the crowd is screaming before Desolation turns with his body so that he is facing the back of the Icon. He sits up and catches hima round the waist, dropping back and rolling Orlando over into a pinfall. Desolation ends up seated on the back of Orlando’s thighs before he bridges over in reverse, placing his palms to the canvas, holding Cruze in the pinning predicament.

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No, Orlando kicks out unexpectedly, Desolation falling on top of the chest and sternum of his opponent. Orlando catches him around the leg and neck before rolling over sideways and then getting to his feet. He pulls Desolation up with one arm wrapped around his neck and the other hooking his leg before he snaps back into the Regal Suplex! Orlando is bridging over backwards, holding Desolation in the pinning predicament.

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Desolation kicks out, falling over sideways while Orlando turns in that direction as well, immediately grabbing a hold of his battered arm. He tries to pull it up into the crossface again. Everyone is on the edge of their seats as they watch this, absolutely shocked by what they are seeing. Desolation refuses to be put in the hold though, he immediately rolls over forward across the canvas and then turns, reaching down and grabbing the legs of the Icon. He lifts them into the air and tries to lock them up into the Inverted Indian Death lock in order to set up for the Curb Stomp. Orlando sits up and grabs Desolation by the back of the head, falling to his side and pulling Cruze down into the small package.

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Everyone is speechless before Desolation kicks out to a huge reaction from the fans. He sits up on the canvas, appearing absolutely exhausted while Orlando lies on his side, just as winded by the intensity of this World title classic.

Mayne: I’m sweating bullets over here, that was quite a series of nearfalls between both the Champion and the Challenger. I swear, you couldn’t ask for a more dramatic World title match to close out this special end of the year pay-per-view.

Douglas: We’re closing out the year, with what could be a match of the year!

Orlando and Desolation begin to rise, both men still exhausted. As soon as they begin to stand up though, Desolation pops Cruze to the jaw with a right hand, then does it again, beginning to back him up into the turnbuckle. Desolation now rushes forward, slapping his forearm for a running strike. Orlando ducks down and avoids it though as Desolation continues into the turnbuckle, jumping onto the middle rope and then turning around quickly to face the Icon. Orlando rushes at the turnbuckle and jumps onto the second rope with him, catching him around the neck, setting for that Switchblade Chokeslam. Desolation headbunts Orlando to the face though, causing him to drop off the turnbuckle and onto his feet, staggering in reverse. The World Champion now dives out of the corner straight at Orlando who catches him across the chest, setting for the Rock Bottom. Everyone goes nuts at the sight of this, realizing this is just how Cruze beat Shinzan at last year’s War of the Worlds. Orlando hoists Desolation into the air with the Rock Bottom when the Champion turns away from the challenger, reaching back with his legs and wrapping them under the armpits of the Icon. He pulls him over forward into a roll up pinfall, seated on his chest and holding the back of his legs. The official is unable to make a count as Desolation stands up and swings around, grabbing the legs of Cruze and hooking them around one another. He pulls the Icon over onto his stomach and grabs his wrists, pulling Cruze up and placing his foot to the back of his head as he connects with the Curb Stomp!!

Douglas: THE CURB STOMP! Desolation connecting with his trademark move!

Mayne: How does he make these damn reversals?

Desolation has fallen to his knees, dripping with sweat as he turns towards the Icon and pushes him onto his back, falling into the cover desperately and hooking his leg. Ingelson drops down and makes the count.

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No, Orlando put his foot over the bottom rope. The crowd is shocked at the sight of this while Desolation sits up, running his hands through his sweaty hair just as stunned as everyone else is.

Mayne: Hahaha, hahahaha, Orlando got his foot on the ropes, he kept from being pinned Dan!

Douglas: This is amazing, this is absolutely amazing! The sheer will power of both of these men is absolutely blowing me away right now!

The fans are giving this action a standing ovation while Desolation is huffing and puffing in the process of standing up. He barely seems to have much strength left in his body while he grabs Orlando around the neck, beginning to drag him to his feet as well. The Icon is pulled to a full upright base before Desolation grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into his shoulders. Desolation is now setting up for this own version of the Kryptonite Krunch. Before he can hit it though, without warning, Orlando slides down his back and wraps his arms around the waist of the World Champion. He rolls him up in reverse into a sunset flip style pin.

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Desolation kicks out by rolling over backwards onto his feet and then rushing forward at the seated Cruze. Orlando reaches out and catches him by the leg though, rolling over in reverse and causing Desolation to fall to the canvas. The Icon stands up, pulling his leg into the air and applying the Boston Leg Crab. Desolation is left lying on his stomach and yelling in pain before he is able to switch around onto his back, placing his foot to the posterior of the Icon and shoving him off forward into the cables. Orlando charges into the ropes, hitting them back first and then coming back in when Desolation rolls back onto his feet and charges forward. He goes into the lariat when Cruze ducks it upon coming back in and catches him across the chest. Orlando hoists Desolation into the air and drives him to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. The entire arena is screaming while Cruze rests on his hands and knees beside the champion. He now turns and crawls quickly into the cover.

Mayne: He got the Rock Bottom, yes, yes, yes!

Douglas: Will it be enough!?!

Ingelson drops down and makes the three count quickly.

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NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!

Wait, no, Desolation got his shoulder up off the canvas at the last possible second. Orlando is sitting on the canvas with his mouth hanging open, in disbelief that he didn’t just become World Champion.

Douglas: I cannot believe it, Desolation has kicked out of the Rock Bottom!

Mayne: I’m going to need to be taken to a hospital after this match, my heart is racing faster than when I take viagra.

Orlando grabs Ingelson’s shirt and scoots across his knees, pleading with him to say that he got the three count. Ingelson informs him that it was only two, which causes the Icon to slam his fist into the canvas violently. He turns towards Desolation finally, who is trying to force himself to his feet. He is foaming at the mouth almost, seconds away from absolutely imploding. He runs his hands through his hair slowly as they tremble with fury before finally starting towards Desolation, in a highly groggy state. He slugs Desolation across the side of the face, and then does it again. Desolation is almost knocked from his knees with each shot to the cranium. Orlando grabs him around the back of the head, forcing him up to his feet, shouting into his face with frustration.

Orlando: I’M A CHAMPION DESOLATION, I’M A REAL CHAMPION DAMN YOU!!

Orlando steps in and shoots his arm across the chest of the groggy Desolation, grabbing him by the back of the pants now. He hoists him into the air with the Rock Bottom. Desolation squirms free at the last second swinging around behind his back. He wraps his arms around Orlando’s, placing him in a full nelson. Cruze drops to his seat and falls onto his back, lifting his legs into the air and placing them under the arm pits of Desolation. He rolls him over forward onto the back of his shoulders, pinning them there while gripping the back of his legs.

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Desolation rolls over backwards, pinning the shoulders of Cruze to the canvas and grabbing the back of his trunks, pinning him down to the canvas as well.

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Everyone in the arena goes absolutely nuts as Cruze kicks out a second too late, immediately turning onto his knees and appearing absolutely shocked that he was defeated. He shakes his head in disbelief.

Douglas: Desolation did it, he did it, he caught Orlando with that last second roll up to retain the title!

Mayne: He had his hands all over Orlando’s tights God dammit, do something ref, get your head out of your ass!!

Desolation rolls under the ropes quickly to the outside of the ring while Orlando appears to be going absolutely nuts in the ring. The official has exited the ring as well, handing the World title to Desolation, who holds it up high above his head to a huge collection of cheers. The fans are going nuts while Desolation holds the belt out into the direction of Orlando, who is fuming in the ring. He kicks the bottom rope and rips the turnbuckle pad off one of the top ropes, all the while pointing at the back of his tights, insinuating that Desolation was gripping them when he got the pin. Desolation chuckles though and demands Ingelson raise his hand one more time. The official does so just to upset Orlando in the ring.

Mayne: I cannot believe this, what a horrid end to an amazing match, and an amazing night!

Douglas: Desolation retains ladies and gentlemen, in what was a hell of a main event! What a show this has been, for Billy Mayne, this is Dan Douglas, signing off. What’s going to happen at Annihilation?

Desolation raises the title into the air, one last time for everyone to get a good glimpse of it, including Orlando who has dropped to his knees, foaming at the mouth in rage.