Location: Gund Arena; Cleveland, Ohio
The UWWF PPV Pre-show bonanza to Divide and Conquer cuts in as a shot of the live crowd is shown, the hordes of fans wave their banners like maniacs showing their support for their heroes.
C.P: Welcome ladies and fuckin’ gentlemen, welcome to Divide and Conquer‘s pre-show. Welcome to another stunning line up of high quality matches, all the talking has been done now its time for the action to take place in that squared circle.
T.L: Yes, Cody... gosh darn, its gonna be a huge night in the history of the UWWF, one match decides all the gold, one pinfall, one mistake, a fine line between success and failure.
Suddenly “WAR PIGS” by Black Sabbath blazes across the sound system and the crowd raise to their feet and start booing as Gerd Muller steps through the entrance and makes his way to the ring, following right behind him is Agent Orange carrying a silver briefcase, Memnoch and Kaizen follow behind dressed in smart business suits and seem to be in deep conversation with their lawyer, all four men enter the ring as Gerd Muller gestures towards the ring announcer for two mic's, Gerd hands the mic's one each to Memnoch and Kaizen.
Kaizen: Well, well.... looks like you folks are here to see a show tonight, (a chorus of boo's cut the air again as The Empire Members chuckle away amongst themselves) well a show the Empire is gonna give because you see like we have been saying all along that we are the force to be afraid off, we are going to take control of everything you people hold dear.
Kaizen looks across at Memnoch who lits the mic to his mouth.
Memnoch: Now, I want you people to listen really carefully because we have to make the announcement, infact our lawyer John Smedley has to make the announcement.(Memnoch hands the lawyer his mic).
Smedley: I have been instructed by my clients to put together a deal, a deal that they say will make history in this sport. (Kaizen cuts off the lawyer)
Kaizen: Wow wait a moment... we are missing the key man in this whole situation... I would like at this time to call out Maddog... oh sorry ..I mean President Maddog.
After a few seconds of posturing a camera switches backstage and Maddog walks towards the arena entrance as his music blares and the fans go wild to the dislike of the Empire members, Maddog calmly walks towards the ring and climbs the steps and under the top rope into the ring, Gerd Muller steps up and gets in Maddogs face, but keeping himself composed Maddog looks past the young upstart at Memnoch and Kaizen.
Smedley: I have been instructed by my clients to put together a package, .....a package.... meaning an offer and offer to you Maddog the owner of the UWWF.
C.P: A package... he said deal.... what sort of deal?
T.L: This is a setup, Cody, it has to be... remember this is the Empire we are talking about, they've got the boss out numbered four to one.
Smedley: My clients wish to enter negotiation's for the PURCHASE of the UWWF, its assets and workers contracts.
C.P: You what? Did I just fuckin hear that right?
T.L: You've got to be kidding me..... are they that stupid to make an offer to Maddog for this company?
Maddog bows his head and a smirk off disbelief breaks across his face, the fans boo the lawyer as Empire stand with sure looks on their faces.
Maddog: An offer for this company?..... My company?..... These assholes have been playing this company and all of its fans, along with its superstars with this kind of bullshit week in week out and you waste my time and show time with this shit?
Maddog turns to walk away but is cut off when Memnoch grabs the mic from his lawyer.
Memnoch: Hey stop, wait Dawg.... (Maddog stops and turns to face Memnoch, both men stand center of the ring face to face), It seems to me you think we are pulling the wool over your eyes, nah you see it aint like that dawg, we are here to make you a serious offer, (Maddog shakes his head again) No I’m serious dawg, i know you history lays in the foundations of this company but think about it.... with the cash you pay Myself and Kazien you must be tight in the cash department and well lets face it you have an overpaid under worked world champion and that ain’t smart business, now we've had our lawyer look over the details of this company and well lets face it this ship is sinking financially, pride will not keep it alive.
Maddog: Pride?.... I built this company with my own sweat and blood and you fucking think you guys can offer me serious cash for it, lets face it you ain’t got the money for this company Memnoch, you couldn’t even buy the mat your standing on and another thing man this is a proud company and financially we are ok, its strong we have our bad days and most good, like we always say here in the UWWF.. Victory is far more then ....FATE.
Memnoch: Fate....fate is for the weak of mind.... you cant build a company like this on the hardcore rules you've inflicted on these people for all these years, its time for new leaders to take the UWWF further not only as a business but as a great wrestling company.... so how much do you want for it all..(Memnoch goes to his inside pocket and pulls out his wallet) So how much?.
C.P: Oh man this is bullshit get these guys outta here, they are just out to humiliate the boss.
T.L: I told you man these guys are pulling our legs.
Memnoch: Ok...(Memnoch shuflles through a wad of cash in his wallet and pulls out a note) Hey, dawg what about Five Dollars man.
Memnoch holds the five dollars up to Maddogs face, Maddog bats it away knocking Memnochs wallet to the mat, both men then go nose to nose, Agent Orange then goes to shuffle forward and lunge at Maddog to protect Memnoch but Kaizen puts his arm across Oranges chest blocking him, the other three members of the Empire stay where they are as Memnoch backs of and picks up his wallet the fans start to chant “bullshit“, Memnoch again reaches into this wallet and starts pulling out bills and throwing them against Maddogs chest.
Memnoch: Well ... what about 50 dollars huh... what about 500 dollars...(the cash just drifts off Maddogs chest and fall to the mat, the other Empire members all start to laugh, Maddog backs off and starts to make his way through the ropes and onto the ring apron).
Kaizen: Wait a minute dawg...(Maddog pauses on the stairs and shakes his head showing his lack of patience, Maddog turns and heads back into the ring with a purpose and cofronts Kaizen face to face.)
Maddog: Get the hell out of my ring or you will all be suspended, and I mean for good, I've got a show to run here, get the hell out of my ring.
Kaizen: Well what I was gona say dawg... was how about 50 MILLION........ (a gasp from the crowd can be heard) like you say as one we couldn’t afford this company but together with our riches we can put together a deal that gives you fifty Million for this place....(Kaizen holds his hand out and Agent Orange pulls out legal documents with a check attached, Kaizen hands it to Maddog and he looks at it with a suprised look on his face. )
C.P: My god .... they have just offered Maddog 50 Millionn for this company...what the hell does this mean?
T.L: What it means he can rip that check up and toss it back in their faces.
Kaizen backs off and Memnoch signals as all four members of the Empire leave the ring followed by their lawyer, Maddog stands center of the ring looking at the contract in his hands, he stands for about thirty seconds and then looks out towards the crowd, Maddog hold the contract in his hand and climbs out of the ring, a fan at ringside holds up a steel chair all busted and wrecked and spray painted across it are the words :UWWF : LIFE OF HARDCORE, Maddog gazes at the chair and smiles then to the contract and becomes somber as he starts to make his way up the aisle with the fans chanting his name.
C.P: We are now entering parts unknown ladies and gentlemen...what’s fucking Maddog thinking..... is he gonna sell the UWWF?.... Will the Empire truly own the UWWF like they said?.
T.L: ...I... just don’t know what to say... I’m stunned he didn’t say NO....He didn’t throw it back at them... 50 million...... it's over ...this could be the last PPV we have under Maddog and this company could change as we know it.
The arena is jam-packed full of the ordinary rabid Liberation-ites, or call them what you will. Along with fans ready to pay good money for the brutal nature of the contests that will be held in this very arena. The rabid fans are noticeable, they are all standing at the tips of their feet screaming - possibly awaiting their latest fix of blood and violence, but who knows when it comes to these cretins. The camera pans around the arena, catching a glimpse of the spectator’s signs: “WE WANT THE REAL DEAL”, “UMPIRE”, and other ridiculously idiotic signs to attract attention. The scene cuts over to the commentator’s station, where Cody “Mother Fuckin” Prime and Tony Lockton stand in wait - showing off their fancy new duds. Cody Prime is looking especially snazzy with a neon blue suit jacket and lime green pants, and Tony Lockton with the usual black and white casual look. Lockton looks at the camera with a frown, then tosses his right hand to the side throwing his thumb to Prime. Lockton waves his thumb, and snickers. Prime catches Lockton’s hint, but is halted by an intoxicated hiccup.
T.L: Welcome once again to pay per view loyal viewers. Tonight, we will see a spectacle that may cause us to go bankrupt....but you’ll get what you’ve paid for when the night is over! Not to mention.....the Empire’s presence has already been felt in the form in the offer of FIFTY-MILLION DOLLARS FOR THIS COMPANY!
C.P: Fuckin’ (hiccup) right!
T.L: You can see how excited the fans here in the arena are tonight, and I don’t blame them one bit. Tonight, we will catch witness to a main event with status unlike any other in past weeks. This is pay per view, and we’re topping it off quite nicely.
C.P: Fuggin’, Repent....Bonez........Ringo.....Jesus...whoever...
T.L: Excuse my colleague. He was intending to say; Repent, Bonez, and a as of yet to be named competitor to take on the EMPIRE’s Kaizen, Memnoch and Gerd Muller!
C.P: Jeez-us....Ton’. I’m going fuckin’ blind here. Can we sit down yet?
A crew member comes over and helps Cody Prime to his chair, sitting him down within a short period of time.
T.L: Now, we’re expecting news here tonight. But, I couldn’t tell you what it is at the exact moment, it could be as small as payroll changes. We are in utter confusion here, but Maddog says it will be announced after the first contest.
Lockton looks down at a piece of paper that he holds in his hands, he’s a bit shaky and quite nervous.
T.L: Our opening match-up will be coming up shortly here. The contest will determine the Street-Fight championship, not to mention the stipulation that goes along with that.
Tony fumbles, then puts his hands up to the headset. He pushes the ear pieces closer, and a surprised look crosses his face. His head moves up quickly, and he stutters with excitement.
T.L: L...le...let’s go to the backstage, where we have President Maddog and....who?
He waits a second to continue, just to make sure he got the full word on the situation.
T.L: I heard it right, folks, President Maddog and Vice President, Mario C. Let’s see what kind words these two have to share here on pay per view!
The scene cuts in: President Maddog stands, surprisingly, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cut off shorts - his wrestling gear. Mario C. stands behind his two heavy hitting hired guns, Jazz and AWOL. The two stand with their arms crossed right in front of our beloved, one and only true president; Maddog. Maddog crosses his arms over his chest, and nods to Mario C. Mario C. steps forward, peeking his head out from between his two allies. Maddog lifts up his head, showing that he doesn’t give a good goddamn what stands before him.
Maddog: So, do you have a point for wasting my time? You asked me to put on the ol’ wrestling duds, so what now? Spit it out, you dumb son of a bitch. I’ve got a lot more on my mind, than a scrawny son of a bitch like you.
Mario C. puts his hands on his chest, and mouthing - “Who? Me?”.
Maddog: Yeah, you. Usually, you have a shitload to run your mouth about. Cat got your tongue while on live pay per view? Or does the fact that you have to the spotlight of each show hinder your fucking mindset. You better fucking make it quick...
Mario C. spits down at Maddog’s combat boot, then pipes up.
Mario C: Shut. The. Hell. UP. Just shut up for one minute, alright? Now that I’ve got your attention, your neanderthal, I’ve got some news for you. Tonight, you’ll be stepping into the squared circle, the ring.
Maddog: Yeah, dipshit. I know what a fucking ring is. Care to explain, why?
Mario C: The plain fact....I can do it.
Maddog: Fine with me, but you won’t be picking the competitor that I step up against there poncho.
Mario C: Wha? WHAT?
Maddog smiles and glares at Mario C and his two henchmen.
Maddog: That’s right. You step into my business, well, you can be a big part of it. You and those two goons....well, get ready to come down to the ring. The first contest won’t be for the street fight championship, bud. The old school king of hardcore, yours truly against Jazz, AWOL, and yourself. One catch, a tag must be made on your side. Sound fair?
Mario C: Fair? That’s more than fair, doggie-dog. Just give us a few minutes to get ready.
The three men start walking away, slamming the door behind them. Maddog talks to himself with a huge shit grin from ear to ear.
Maddog: Ah, I’ll be bringing a little present for you all.
Maddog leans over, moving off camera for a few seconds, then comes back with a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat. He slaps the bat against his taped palm, and laughs hesitantly.
Maddog: This is how we do it in the UWWF, or the UWWF as you‘ve all known it, welcome to your first pay per view Mr. C...
Maddog grabs the handle of the door, while the scene fades to the commentators.
T.L: Big news!
C.P: (smiling and clapping his hands) When’s the pay per view, Ton?
T.L: ( clenching his teeth with a smile) We’re....on....right....now....idiot.
C.P: That is big news! I thought the pay per view was tomorrow. Boy, do I feel fuckin’ stupid.
T.L: And you should, Cody. Anyway, we’ve got an impromptu contest featuring Maddog against Jazz, AWOL, and...
C.P: Lemmee fuckin’ guess.....THE VP.....MARIO C! ( while doing the RVD thumb motion.)
T.L: Good job, it’s bell time folks!
C.P: Already? How long was I out? Fuck....damn Jagermeister...(trails off totally.)
Maddog vs. Jazz, AWOL, and Mario C.
“Intergalactic” by Beastie Boys pumps bass throughout the arena, as the three newest Liberation crew members make their strides to the ring. All three enter almost simultaneously and proceed to lean against the ropes to wait for their opponent. Maddog doesn’t even wait for his music to cue up, he throws the curtains aside and walks down the ramp with determination in his stone cold eyes, and his barbed-wire baseball bat in hand. He makes it about halfway down the ramp, and he stops to acknowledge some of the fans. He nods his head before he continues his long walk, to a fight that he had been ready to go to. He gets to ringside and motions to the referee, who tries to get the men away from the ropes. They move willingly, but it takes a couple seconds to abide by the ruling of the referee. Maddog slides in the ring and gets up to his feet, holding the barbed-wire bat up to the middle of his waist. Mario C. yells to the ref, “No way, referee man. Have him put that to the side or this match is done! Not only the match will be done, but your career as a referee in this federation!”. The ref reasons with Maddog, and Maddog walks over to the buckle and places his bat under the bottom rope. Maddog yells, “There, are you happy now?”, Mario C. laughs with approval. Maddog turns to the ref, “Is the little bitch happy now? Can we start the fucking match?”. The ref checks in and Jazz will be the first man in. The two other men step through the ropes in their respective corner and wait for the bell to sound.
Maddog slaps his shoulder and begins circling the ring, and Jazz follows his lead. The two circle around the ring, but Maddog makes sure not to face his back to his competitor’s corner. Maddog dives in at the same exact time as Jazz, the two lock-up. Maddog lifts his right leg and pushes off, trying to get Jazz where he wants him. Jazz, the bigger of the two, easily pushes Maddog backward and barricades him against the ropes. The ref chimes in, 1......2.......3.......4......Jazz backs off cleanly, while throwing his arms to the side. Maddog throws a quick smirk at Jazz, while the ref is in the way, and Maddog boots him right between the legs! Jazz ducks and covers his groin, which gives Maddog time to come in with a front chancery. Jazz tries to shuck Maddog away, but Maddog is holding on quite tightly. Maddog spins his weight around, which flips Jazz onto his shoulders. Maddog applies force to the neck, 1...........2.....Jazz raises his shoulder and sprawls out onto his knees. He throws his arm out and grips Maddog by the leg, then spins his body around. Jazz clearly gets out of the hold, and he comes around Maddog’s backside with a rear waist-lock. The two are back on their feet, and Maddog struggles to break free by applying force to Jazz’ hands with his hip. Jazz almost loses his grip, but he manages to pick up Maddog by the waist and toss him stomach first onto the canvas, with move similar to a suplex. Jazz applies a rear-choke, but Maddog shoves his body backward and extends his legs. He reaches the tips of his boots to the bottom rope, and the referee comes in to break it up. 1........2.........3........4.....Jazz lets go of the hold and lets Maddog get up cleanly. Mario C. puts one leg through the ropes, and the referee is already jumping on his case. Meanwhile, this gives AWOL a chance to make a break for the ring. The two charge Maddog into the buckle with a pair of shoulders. Then, AWOL gives Maddog a full force irish-whip into the far buckle. Maddog hits the buckle, and rattles the ring posts as well. Jazz comes at Maddog with full speed, but Maddog throws up his foot and catches him across the jaw. Jazz tumbles to the side and falls onto the middle rope on one knee, and Maddog keeps his attention on him. Maddog doesn’t see AWOL rushing at him with full speed, BOOM! AWOL crushes Maddog in the buckle with a back elbow, sending him falling to the mat in a breathless heap. AWOL gets back on the apron, moving back into position without the referee seeing one second of it. Jazz reasserts himself, and goes to work on Maddog. Jazz drops an elbow across Maddog’s back, flips him over, and hooks the leg. 1........2......Maddog swiftly kicks out.
C.P: Fuck, man. Do your homework, it’ll take more than that to put him out of this fucking game.
T.L: True, Cody, very true.
Jazz pulls Maddog up by the dreadlocks, then he hooks him by the head. Jazz raises one arm before he tries to throw his weight back for a ddt, he drops back but his weight is suspended by the strength of Maddog. Maddog forces him back up, then flips him right into a bridged northern lights suplex. 1........2.......Mario C. was already perched on the second rope, and has taken air! He leaps from the second buckle and sends a flying elbow into Maddog’s sternum to break the count! AWOL enters the ring as well, bringing forth the three man demolition crew. AWOL reaches down and pulls Maddog up with ease, tossing him into the turnbuckle. AWOL and Mario C start stomping the life out of Maddog, until he finally falls down to a seated position in the corner. Jazz gets to his feet and makes his way over to the turnbuckle and picks up the barbed-wire laced baseball bat, but the referee tries to intervene. The ref grabs hold of the baseball bat, but Jazz pushes him forward, knocking him onto the canvas. Jazz raises the bat and slashes it across the ref’s chest area. He then directs his attention to the corner, where his two partners step aside. Jazz sends the end of the thick coat of wire into Maddog’s forehead, when he proceeds to grind the barbs into Maddog’s scarred flesh.
T.L: Maddog’s only mean of evening out the odds has been used against him. Not to mention, Maddog is in no condition to go up against three young, conditioned wrestlers.
C.P: Now you’re fuckin’ tell us something, Ton. Maddog has been in competition in other federations, but he isn’t in any fuckin’ condition to fight these brutes.
Blood begins weeping out of Maddog’s forehead from a long gash, acquired from the barbs. Jazz pulls the bat away, sending the blunt end of the bat into Maddog’s skull with full force applied. AWOL pulls Maddog out of the buckle; note that Maddog’s blood begins pouring off of his face and speckling the canvas. AWOL drags Maddog to the center of the ring with the care of a headlock, and midway through their walk AWOL blasts Maddog in the midsection with a knee. Maddog hunches over with help of AWOL pull his head down, then AWOL hooks Maddog by the waist and lifts him into the air. AWOL holds him up and drops him down right across his shoulders blades with a massive powerbomb! The crowd jump to their feet to see the president laying prone and bleeding on the canvas. AWOL flips Maddog over and quickly applies a camel clutch, obviously holding him for Mario C to do more damage. Mario C confidently walks over with the bat in hand, and he waves in front of Maddog’s face. Mario C kneels down and open hand slaps him across the face, “Do you think you’d have a chance of even walking away from this ring without any of your blood being painted across the mat? You stupid son of a bitch, you’re fighting for a lost cause. I AM THE MAN WITH ALL THE POWER!”. Mario C slaps President Maddog across the face again, getting a bit of struggle from the bleeding man. Mr. C measures Maddog with the baseball bat, similar to a golf swing. He winds up a few times, slowly bringing it to the side of Maddog’s face. He winds up for the last time and blasts him upside the head, just as AWOL releases him, sending Maddog falling to the canvas in a lifeless heap. A crimson puddle accumulates under Maddog’s face, the three men continue their assault of stomps and brutal kicks to his body. Mario C raises his arms in the air, as officials bombard the ringside area to come to the aid of our fallen president. C. waves his hand, motioning for the three to exit the ring, which they do in a timely fashion. The live pay per view scene cuts back to Tony Lockton and Cody Prime.
C.P: Maddog has shed blood for this company and nobody respects that, BULLSHIT. Nobody came to his aid, not even those bastards that he is standing up for. Why doesn’t anybody fucking help this man when he gets attacked?
T.L: It could be the fact that they are fearing for their careers, mind you that Mario C. holds power to fire anyone that he pleases. He is the vice president and that means we are at stake with our jobs.
C.P: Fuck that, let him fucking fire me. I encourage him to do so, it’s not like I care.
T.L: We have more important things to do tonight than blabber on about that man.
C.P: Abso-fuckin’-lutely.
T.L: Our first official match up tonight will pave the way for the main event, Bonez versus Memnoch. We’ve seen these two in action before, and the feud isn’t over. This could be one of the final confrontations between these two....
C.P: Not to mention, one fuckin’ man spins the wheel - both make the deal. What type of situation could we see ? Steel cage? Leather Strap?
T.L: I’ve seen some bizarre things on that wheel, Cody. Anything from the Cowboys from Hell Death match seen only two times within this federation....to...a butcher’s block match....never before have we seen anything like that.
C.P: Butcher’s block?
T.L: There would be a table located at ringside, which holds the very component that could possibly get either man arrested line on pay per view. A sheet holding various cutting tools for use of each wrestler....a very drastic answer to a very drastic situation.
C.P: (eyes lighting up) I want to see that! SPIN THE WHEEL! SPIN THE WHEEL!
The scene slowly fades out to the entrance ramp, where the “Wheel” is located directly to the right of the ramp opening.
Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt vs. Memnoch
Both combatants make their entrance, but separated by security. Bonez and Memnoch shout threats at each other, just before the referee advices Bonez to pick “heads or tails”. The coin flips in the air several times, and just before the ref catches it Bonez yells out, “HEADS!” The ref catches the coin in the palm of his head and slaps it onto the back of his opposite hand. The ref peers down at it and points to Memnoch. Memnoch grabs hold of a handle located on the wheel, and spins it with might. The wheel spins around - turning so fast that the lettering has become blurred. After a few seconds of slowing down , passing up “barbed-wire death match”, “free fall scaffold match”, and various others. As is slows down to almost stopping speed the flipper almost falls “butcher’s block death match”, but is ticks passed. The wheel stops on, “cacti and thumb-tack”. The officials scurry to set up cacti plants in two separate corners of the ring, and two turnbuckles with boards sprinkled with thumb tacks. Security pushes down the aisle bringing each man to the ring separately. Memnoch gets in the ring first and stands fairly close to the ropes. Bonez slides into the ring to meet a stomp to the back, he tries to get up but Memnoch stomps him again. Bonez struggles up to his feet, but Memnoch sends him into the far ropes with an irish-whip. Bonez comes off the ropes and jumps up and sends a flying forearm to Memnoch’s jaw sending himself and Memnoch to the mat. Bonez slowly rises to his feet, as well as Memnoch - who is favoring the side of his head. Bonez and Memnoch both reach their feet, and Bonez quickly rushes over to Memnoch, grabbing him by the arm. Bonez pushes off with his weight for an irish-whip, but Memnoch counters it by pulling Bonez in with heavy force. Bonez rushes head on with a hellacious short-closeline from the current National champion! Bonez hits the canvas with authority, as Memnoch stands over him with an evil glare of defiance.
T.L: Memnoch damn near took Bonez’ head off!
C.P: They’re out for blood, and we’re here to fuckin’ see it!
Bonez reaches his hand over to Memnoch’s boot to help boost himself off the canvas, but Memnoch pulls his boot away. He then swings his foot back into place and crushes the bottom of his wrestling boot across Curtis Schmitt’s fingers! Memnoch then grabs him by the head and leads him up to his feet, where he proceeds to drag his opponent toward the corner, where a bed of thumb-tacks awaits them. Memnoch stops Bonez right before the bed of tacks and he scoops him up and throws him over his shoulder. Memnoch points down at the tacks, then tries to sling Bonez over.....Bonez shifts his weight off of Memnoch’s back and immediately slaps on a sleeper hold! Memnoch pushes backward a few feet, but Bonez drops Memnoch down into a inverted-ddt position from the sleeper hold! Bonez takes a bit of time to catch his breath, but by this moment Memnoch has already gotten half way up. Bonez hops up to his feet and swings a kick at Memnoch, COUNTERED! Memnoch catches the leg and gets back up to his vertical base, where he soon pushes on Bonez’ leg and sends him crashing to the canvas. Bonez angrily shoots back up to his feet and comes at Memnoch with full force anger! He winds up as he moves forward, right into a vicious knee to the midsection care of the “devil” Memnoch. Memnoch grabs hold of the back of Bonez head to hold him into place, then he drives his knee into Bonez’ face several times before he sends out a blow that knocks Bonez straight on his arse. Memnoch motions with his hands for Bonez to get back up and take some more. Bonez crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, giving Memnoch an opportunity to get a running start at him. Bonez holds onto the ropes but he doesn’t manage to dodge the lethal high boot to the jaw care of Memnoch, which sends him over the top rope and to the concrete floor below. Memnoch climbs through the ropes and follows his enemy into the ringside area. Bonez stands on wobbly legs unable to prevent Memnoch from grabbing him by the back of the head and sending him head first into the steel ring post! Bonez wraps his melon off the pole and falls to his knees. Memnoch walks over to the time keeper’s table and flips it over, just to grab a steel chair. He folds it up and walks over to Bonez, yelling “You want hardcore?!”. Memnoch takes a swing with the chair and cracks it across Schmitt’s head with authority, placing a well formed dent into the seat of the chair! Memnoch tosses the chair to the side as he pulls Bonez up to his feet. Memnoch turns Bonez around and grabs him by the throat and begins squeezing the air out of him. “I should have ended you far sooner.”, tightening his grip. Bonez face begins pulsing bright red from the lack of oxygen to his brain. Memnoch lets go slightly, forcing Bonez under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Memnoch gets back in the ring and continues to stomp Bonez around the ring. Memnoch drags Bonez over to the turnbuckle and he kicks the board of cacti to the side and leans him against the corner. Memnoch pulls Bonez’ head back and starts plundering him with fierce right handed punches. Bonez moves forward out of exhaustion and hooks Memnoch’s one arm and places his other arm around his waist for what looks like a bear hug. Bonez turns in almost a full circle and sends Memnoch down to the canvas with a belly-to-belly suplex. Bonez goes for the cover, 1.........Memnoch easily throws him off. Memnoch gets to his feet and Bonez tries to fend him off with slow, lackadaisical punches. Memnoch takes the punches without hardly even flinching, Bonez takes wild swing and catches Memnoch in the lip! Memnoch wipes a smear of blood off his lip, then spits directly in Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s face! Memnoch pushes his pointer finger in Bonez’ face and shouts at him, which is followed by a huge open hand slap. The crowd lets out a howl after the huge slap, heard around the area. Memnoch tightens his fist, holds it up and spits on it, right before he drives it into Bonez’ teeth! Bonez stumbles back and falls directly in the cleared out turnbuckle. The referee tells Memnoch to stand back, while he checks in on Bonez. Bonez wearily waves him away but the ref almost gets caught with a kick. Memnoch throws the kick and catches Bonez in the gut, then stops to laugh.
T.L: At least show the man a little respect, Memnoch!
C.P: HAH! Respect from the Empire? I beg to fucking differ, Tony.
Memnoch leaves his opponent in the corner, as he walks over to a board covered in thumb-tacks and places it in the center of the ring. “How do you like your precious Bonez now?”, Memnoch spouts off as he makes his way back over to the corner. Memnoch peels Schmitt out of the corner and leads him toward the center of the ring. Memnoch points to the tacks, then bends Bonez over and hooks him by the waist. Memnoch waits a second before he hoists Bonez high into the air for the finish, but....but......BONEZ THROWS A SERIES OF PUNCHES AT MEMNOCH’S FOREHEAD! Memnoch drops Bonez to his feet, and Bonez leans down and flips the tack covered board over and holds it above his head. Memnoch looks up and sees Bonez ready to wallop him with the piece of plywood, and he throws his leg out as far as he can. The tip of his boot catches Bonez in the midsection and he immediately drops the board into Memnoch’s hands! Bonez looks up at Memnoch, while clutching at his stomach in pain....Memnoch raises the board above his head and bashes it across Bonez’ head, breaking the board in two! Bonez falls to his knees with a trickle of blood running down a gash opened on the middle of his forehead from the wood. Memnoch throws the pieces of wood in each direction and he leans over and pulls Bonez back up to his feet. Memnoch slaps him across the face one last time before he sets him up for the “Devil’s Drop”! Memnoch flips him into the air and holds him there so the fans can see every second of one of their favorite wrestlers about to be demolished at the hands of a man that could be considered the devil himself. Memnoch forces Bonez into the tack covered canvas with such authority it’s a surprise he didn’t break through the canvas on impact! Memnoch kneels down and throws his hand over Bonez, 1.........2...........Memnoch pulls Bonez’ shoulders up off the mat and waves his finger at the referee. The referee yells, “Haven’t you done enough already?”, Memnoch merely replies with laugh. Memnoch pulls him up off the mat and tries to send him into the turnbuckle with an irish-whip, but Bonez only makes it halfway across the ring before he collapses in a heap. Memnoch shakes his head as he makes his way over and throws Bonez into the turnbuckle, where he tries to hold himself up to the best of his current ability. The camera view chances, catching a glimpse of the back of Bonez’ tack lined head. Memnoch grabs him by the arm to attempt another irish-whip, but Bonez some how out of nowhere pulls of a counter! He sends Memnoch into the buckle, then in a staggering run he moves toward Memnoch. Memnoch ducks and sends him over the top rope with a back body drop, but to his surprise Bonez holds onto the top rope and lands on his feet on the apron! Bonez climbs the buckle while Memnoch turns around to see him. Memnoch falls backward into the ropes, which crotches Bonez! Memnoch makes his way over and shocks Bonez with a feet stiff jabs to the jaw. Memnoch grabs hold of Bonez’ neck and by the sight of the wrestling attire....he hoists him up and sends him crashing down from the top rope with a high impact BODYSLAM! Bonez hits the canvas and rolls over onto his back, when Memnoch points to the turnbuckle. The fans are staggered in chants, as they see Memnoch climb through the ropes onto the apron. He grabs the bar between the turnbuckle and ring post, and he starts to climb! Memnoch makes it to the top rope, and stand without holding on for a second then he grips the ropes tightly.
C.P: Wow, this is a fucking first!
T.L: He’s a bit wobbly up there, I’m not sure if he’ll be able to hold his balance. He’s a bigger man and not used to those types of maneuvers.
Memnoch tries to keep stable on the top rope, but he can’t manage to stay balanced. Bonez rolls over onto his stomach and looks up just in time to see Memnoch tumble from the top rope to the concrete floor below! The camera cuts in on Memnoch, trying to get up but he stumbles back, clutching his knee and falling into the rail. The referee calls for help for both men, soon trainers and medical staff make their way to the ringside area. Several of the crew trainers help pull Memnoch up from the floor, where they help walk him toward the backstage area. Meanwhile, inside the ring medical personnel help Bonez to his feet to give him the direct attention that is needed for the situation. The scene soon cuts to the announcers sitting promptly at their desks.
T.L: Memnoch was about to finish him off....
C.P: He was about to...but he fell to the floor like a ton of fucking bricks.
T.L: You could say that again, but I don’t suggest it. You seem to repeat yourself far too often these days.
C.P: The fuck is that supposed to mean?
T.L: It means we don’t have time to hear you babble on about anything else beside the contest that is at hand. Repent.....Rogue....and Kaizen......tripe threat tag format rules. This match is a prelude to the main event for Kaizen and Repent. I’m hoping to see this rivalry cease, because it has already gone too far past the line of decency.
C.P: Who the fuck cares? Let them tear each other limb from limb, the fans seem to adore that.
T.L: Two men, whether I like one of them more than the other or not....either of them could become seriously injured.
C.P: Do you think they fucking care? I don’t fucking think so.
T.L: I guess I’ll just have to stick to what I’m supposed to do. I’m going to call this match.
C.P: Good fucking idea, idiot.
T.L: That was uncalled for....
C.P: So?
Rogue vs. Repent vs. Kaizen
Rogue is the first to enter the match, dawning his darkest features for this tremendous night. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, as the crowd rises to their feet giving him a mixed reaction (due to the hardcore fans wanting more blood!). He jumps on the apron, and moves through the ropes, just as “Cryptorchild” by Marilyn Manson hits the p.a. system. The fans standing closest to the entrance ramp lean over the rail and point to the curtain with a certain infectious look falling over their faces. The curtain flies open, enter....THE UNDISPUTED ULTIMATE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, REPENT! His head is lowered, with his hair hanging down over his face and his arms extended out. The fans give off a “PERFECTION” chant, as he raises his head and makes his way down the ramp. He keeps his eyes locked on ring, where Rogue is waiting patiently in the center of the ring. He gets to ringside and immediately slides under the bottom rope and enters the ring with full adrenaline pumping through his veins. The eerie music fades, bringing forth the entrance of one of the most vile men in UWWF history, KAIZEN! His music plays, as he makes his way down the aisle with a grin. The fans throw various objects in his direction, but it doesn’t seem to kill off his jovial mood. A fan throws a tall plastic cup full of beer at him, and only turns his head to laugh and extend his middle finger toward him, “Stupid fucking Americans.” Kaizen spouts his mouth off to the fans, while his two opponents wait for him to come into the ring. He slowly gets to ringside and makes his way up the stairs and climbs through the ropes. Kaizen slowly makes his way around the ring, where the referee is about to make the decision; whom will start the contest. Repent and Kaizen? Rogue and Repent? Kaizen and Rogue? The referee reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver coin and points to the wrestlers. He explains the rules of the match and the rules of deciding who will start out the bout.
The three men stand in the center of the ring, with the referee standing in the middle just in case any of them want to get a premature jump-start on an attack. The ref flips the coin and watches it land on the canvas, pointing Repent to the corner. Repent doesn’t turn his back to Kaizen, as he makes his way over to the buckle. Just before he steps through the ropes to the apron, he points at Kaizen and mouths something under his breathe. The ref checks Rogue’s boots and he attempts to check Kaizen’s, but Kaizen pushes him away. The ref just shrugs off Kaizen’s actions and flips his fingers into the air to call for the bell; “DING, DING, DING!”.
Rogue and Kaizen slowly make circles around the oval shaped border around the “UWWF” logo in center ring. Rogue ducks and attempts to shoot in, but Kaizen backs up and holds his hands up and laughs. Rogue gets back up and Kaizen antagonizes him by waving his hands at him and yelling,
C.P: Fuck, the champ is showing some technical prowess.
T.L: He may not be in the hardcore element, but he sure can do some damage in any that coincide.
Rogue starts to get up, but Repent sends him into the ropes right off the bat. Rogue comes off the ropes with high velocity, while Repent ducks for a back body drop. Rogue leaps over Repent and sends him into a sunset flip, but Repent immediately rolls out of it and takes a tight grasp of his opponent. Repent pulls Rogue off the canvas for what looks like a powerbomb, but it is reversed into a hurricanrana with a pin! 1.....2......Repent pulls Rogue into a sun-set flip position, 1......2......Rogue rolls over onto his back and Repent grabs him by the waist and the two get back up to their feet. Repent quickly lifts Rogue into the air and sends him back down to the canvas with a tiger bomb! 1.........2......Rogue kicks out! The two struggle to their feet and Repent goes after Rogue one more time. Rogue goes low and hits a dropkick across Repent’s knee, dropping him to the canvas. ‘Pent gets up to his hands and knees, just as Rogue comes off the far ropes and sends a dropkick to Repent’s teeth! Repent falls flat on his face, proceeded by Rogue flipping him over and going for the quick pinfall. 1.............2.......Repent throws his shoulder off the mat to break the count! Rogue pulls Repent up by the head and leads him over to the turnbuckle, where he starts layering him with a few kicks to the midsection to open Repent up. Rogue follows up by sending Repent across the ring into the far buckle; Rogue gets a full steam ahead running start toward Repent. Just as Rogue gets about two feet away, Repent ducks down and sends Rogue crashing sternum first into the buckle! Rogue staggers backward out of the buckle right into a ferocious closeline care of Repent. Repent makes his way back to the buckle, facing his back to the post. He pulls himself up onto the middle buckle with use of the ropes, and he positions himself steadily. Kaizen rushes over and gives Repent a push, flipping him off the middle rope and down to the mat. Kaizen slowly moves back into the turnbuckle, possibly to wait for the tag. Rogue gets to his hands and knees, crawling over to the buckle while extending his hand. Kaizen slaps his hand to make the tag, then steps through the ropes and blasts Rogue in the side of the head with a kick. Rogue rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, while Kaizen makes his way over to Repent. Kaizen grabs hold of Repent’s hair and tries to pull him up, but he meets a shoulder to the midsection! Repent gets to his feet and hooks Kaizen by the head and swings him right neckbreaker! Repent backs into the ropes to get a small amount of momentum and fist drops Kaizen square, right between the eyes. Repent holds his hand in place and grinds the knuckle of his middle finger into Kaizen’s forehead. Kaizen kicks his legs as Repent proceeds, but soon the ref calls for a break. Repent backs away and waits for Kaizen to get back up to his feet entirely. Repent dashes at Kaizen and comes close to nailing him with a forearm to the head, but Kaizen manages to move too quickly for the champ and sends him crashing into the canvas with a back shattering powerslam! Kaizen stays with his chest over Repent’s and hooks the leg, 1...........2..........Repent throws his shoulder up off the mat. On the turnbuckle, Rogue perches himself into position with a steel chair in hand. Kaizen turns around to meet a stiff steel chair layered missile dropkick to the head! Kaizen falls to the mat in a heap, giving Repent just enough time to catch a breather. Repent moves forward with his arm extended into the air and he drops a heavy elbow across Kaizen’s chest. He gets up and proceeds with another elbow, he moves out of the way just in time for Rogue to connect with a somersault steel chair legdrop on Kaizen! Repent dives down over Kaizen, 1............2......Rogue pulls Repent off of Kaizen to break the count.
C.P: Rogue doesn’t want to give Repent the easy fuckin’ win!
T.L: He’s got a lot of determination, and he won’t be letting anyone deprive him of a clear cut victory tonight!
Repent gets up slams his hands into Rogue’s chest with a push, “What’s the matter with you?”. Rogue, showing respect to Repent, side steps toward the turnbuckle and exits the ring to wait for a tag. Kaizen gets back up to a stable footing and makes his way over to Repent with a dazed look on his face. Repent bear hugs him and switches his head to the right side and attempts to lift Kaizen up for a northern lights suplex. He shifts his body weight to hoist the big man up, but Kaizen crashes both of his arms down across Repent’s back with a double sledge blow. Repent huddles over and Kaizen uses this to his advantage by grabbing hold of Repent’s hair and the back of his shirt. Kaizen leads him toward the buckle, where he winds him up and throws him shoulder first through the middle rope into the steel ring post! Repent hangs through the ropes, while favoring his shoulder - giving Kaizen time to slap Rogue’s hand. Kaizen pushes Rogue just before he climbs through the ropes and Rogue glares at him with a look of anger. Repent pulls himself out of the ropes and turns to see the Cruxshadow’s Rogue standing right before him. Repent grabs Rogue by the shirt and pushes him a few feet away from the corner, out of Kaizen’s range. Repent grabs hold of the shirt and winds up with a stiff right hand to Rogue’s chin. Rogue tumbles back, but Repent holds him up with one arm. Repent then forces him forward and blasts him with another brutal closed fist blow. Repent ducks under and lifts Rogue over his shoulders and spins around, about to drop him into a death valley driver. Rogue, still full of energy, swings his body weight around during the brisk spin by Repent, and he sends Repent skull first into the mat with a version of tornado ddt! Repent hits the canvas, and Rogue hastily goes to the buckle. Kaizen watches on from the turnbuckle, as Rogue comes flying off the top rope with a frog splash! Rogue comes down to meet a kick to the gut care of the winded Ultimate champ. Rogue bounces up to his feet and furiously clutches at his midsection, giving Repent a chance to gain back some momentum in the match. Repent then sends Rogue into the turnbuckle with a whip, and he comes running at Rogue. Rogue is leaning against the buckle for support, and Repent jumps right onto the middle ropes, his legs are placed on each side of Rogue. Repent grabs hold of Rogue’s head and he jumps up and sends Rogue flipping onto the mat with a monkey-flip! Rogue immediately sits up and holds onto his head, with his back facing Repent. Repent pushes his back against the buckle and charges forward, sending a dropkick to the back of Rogue’s cranium! Rogue’s upper body snaps forward then comes back down and Repent makes the quick lateral press, 1...........2..........KICK OUT! Repent pulls Rogue up by the hair and gives him a stinging razor’s edge chop to the chest, SLAP! Rogue shoots his arms out to tie-up with Repent, but Repent ducks under and hoists Rogue into the air while back stepping toward Kaizen! Repent picks Rogue up higher into the air and sends him dropping head first toward the buckle, Rogue swings his hands around - coming within inches of the tag to Kaizen! Kaizen leans back and drops down off the apron, avoiding the tag from Rogue!
C.P: What the hell is going on? You’d think he’d want to add more damage than he already has to Repent....
Kaizen turns his back to Rogue, who has now been smashed into the top turnbuckle. He makes hit about halfway down the aisle, when he starts pointing his index finger at his head.
T.L: He’s motioning to the crowd that he’s smarter than Repent...
C.P: I’d say so, he wants to stay fresh. He wants to be a fresh man when he steps into the ring during the main e-fucking-vent.
Kaizen walks through the curtain, as the match continues at ringside. Repent turns Rogue around and hoists him onto the top rope. Repent soon begins to ascend the top rope, while hooking Rogue for a superplex!
T.L: Can he get him over?!
C.P: If he can fucking pull it off, he’s got this match won!
Repent pulls on Rogue to lift him into the air, but Rogue flips out of it and lands on the middle ropes to counter the super-plex! Rogue fires off a few punches at the back of Repent’s head to keep him at bay, then he hooks his legs over the top ropes and hooks Repent in cobra-clutch. Repent struggles, but Rogue has too much left into him to just let go of the hold. Rogue shifts his body back and sends Repent crashing to the canvas with a top rope release cobra-clutch suplex! Repent’s head crashes off the mat and he folds in half! Rogue finds a way to free himself from the ropes and he climbs down and pulls Repent over onto his back. Rogue positions him in place, by pulling him a bit closer to the buckle. Rogue climbs through the ropes to the outside and he makes his way up to the top rope. He raises his arms in the air and springboards himself off the buckle into a four-fifty! He comes crashing down with the “Last Breath”, four-fifty swanton bomb! His back lands across Repent’s chest, but he falls forward a bit. He lays face down the canvas for a couple seconds to collect his thoughts, and finally shifts his body to the right, where he comes down over Repent for the cover. 1...............2..................3!
Rogue gets up to his feet, while the ref raises his hand for the victory. Rogue then turns to Repent, and kneels down and starts helping him up. Rogue finally gets Repent up to his feet and Repent grabs the back of his head and glares at Rogue with a strange expression. Rogue extends his hand for a shake, but Repent keeps his hand placed over his neck. He gives Rogue the once over, before he throws his hand right at Rogue’s and the two shake. Just before Repent pulls away from the handshake, he nods his head. The scene cuts to the announcer’s booth.
T.L: I couldn’t tell you, Cody. All I know is that the Empire is keeping up with their little games tonight to prepare for the main event match up.
C.P: I don’t blame the bastards for what they’re doing tonight. It’s a good way to get the advantage over the opposition.
T.L: To me....it’s low down......and cheap.
C.P: Just the way you like it.....cheap whores.....cheap booze....
T.L: Speak for yourself.
C.P: (chuckling) Well, I’m not one to indulge in the high priced world that the Empire is used to, I can tell you that right fucking now.
T.L: Speaking of the Empire, we’ve got another member coming out to wrestle. Stryker Cloud will be taking on the Baby Faced Assassin Gerd Muller in a few minutes here. The stipulation, you ask?
C.P: (cough) What is it?
T.L: (pointing to the schedule sheet) If you learned to read or pay attention, the rules are clear....THE ONLY WAY TO WIN IS TO MAKE YOUR OPPONENT SUBMIT!
C.P: Oh....I thought that was something else.....
T.L: Something else?
C.P: It was on a adult video box that I saw one time.....just made me think of it.....
T.L: Don’t you have any respect for yourself, man? Nevermind, don’t answer that. We all know the answer.
C.P: The answer is....you overweight son of a bitch.....the next match is just seconds away.
T.L: And my mother is not a bitch, she’s just ornery.
C.P: Ornery? Or just hasn’t gotten laid for over a decade?
T.L: I care not to venture into that discussion and nor do I care about her personal affairs.
C.P: Off we go children, SUBMISSION MATCH!
"The Baby Faced Assassin" Gerd Muller vs. Stryker Cloud
The scene cuts to the ringside area, where Gerd Muller has already made his entrance to the ring. He stands by the ropes, resting his elbows against the top rope. He looks through the crowd and glances over to the entrance ramp. Within a few seconds, the camera cuts to the area directly behind the curtain. Agent Orange has Stryker Cloud by the throat, clubbing him repeatedly with his free hand. Stryker Cloud puts up his arms to try and block the blows, but his efforts do him no good. Agent Orange swings his arm back and clocks Cloud directly in the lip, busting him open. The blood begins to pour down his lip, just before Orange pushes his weight into his hand that is choke Cloud, and shoves him down to the floor. Agent Orange adds insult to injury by sending a lethal kick to Cloud’s ribs, just before exiting the view of the camera. The referee looks at the time keeper, who shrugs slightly. The ref walks over to the side of Muller and begins a count. 1..........2...............3............4............5............6............7..............8................9............10! The ref turns to Gerd Muller and raises his hand while the announcer pipes up over the microphone, “The winner via forfeit; THE EMPIRE’S GERD MULLER!”. Muller pulls his arm away from the referee and climbs through the ropes, hoping down off the apron. He holds his arms up as he passes by the loyal UWWF: Liberation fans, they react to him with hisses of hate. Their disapproval only fuels his confidence, leading to comments as he gets to the top of the entrance. He turns around and faces the fans and yells at the top of his lungs, “I’m the fresh man. Your precious Purveyors of Imperfection won’t be able to stop the Empire! What do you think of that?!”, the fans react with a roar of booing. Muller proudly raises his arms in the air one last time before he exits through the curtain.
C.P: Obviously, the Empire have more than a deal with our president under their sleeves tonight. How many more beatings will it take for everyone to fucking realize that they are un-fucking-matched!
T.L: Unmatched? Do you mean the unprovoked gang-like attacks on anyone and everyone that is associated with this federation?
C.P: A cohesive unit always comes prepared, fuckstick.
T.L: Don’t get me started, you bumbling drunk. We’ve got another high stakes match coming up between the likes of a new found....alliance.....Nightmare and Mortiis Magnus....The Nocturnal Breed....
C.P: All I have to say is.....they fit each other well.....maybe we’ll have the first UWWF gay marri..
T.L: Look, don’t even start. Why did you even try to side with the Empire? To save your ass from getting fired when Maddog turns his backs on us all?
C.P: Fuck no, Tony. You’ve got it all fucking wrong, I doubt Maddog would just turn over his federation to a ruthless mob like the Empire. Give me a fucking break, man.
T.L: No, Cody, I won’t give you a f’n break.
C.P: It’s entertainment, Ton. You’ve got to realize that....
T.L: Let’s get to the next match, please....
C.P: Cower down, Lockton, cower down.
Nightmare vs. Mortiis Magnus
The scene cuts directly a darkened part of the backstage area, catching view of Nightmare and Mortiis Magnus in close proximity. The two can be noticeably seen talking, but their voices cannot be heard. The two nod their heads together, while the camera view fades to another room within the arena.
Mario C. is sitting in a chair, looking down at his cell phone on a table placed directly next to him. The Boyz stand at each side of the door, when a knock arises. Mario C. tells whomever to enter the room, a UWWF crew member opens the door - wearing a headset. He peeks in through the door, “They’re here. Want me to let them in?”. Mario C nods his head, leading way for Doug Money and Unscared to enter the scene. The two walk into the room, not even noticing AWOL and JAZZ standing behind them at the doorway. They walk directly to Mario C., with confused looks strewn upon their faces. Mario C. slaps his hands on the table and looks up at them.
Mario C: What good are you guys to this federation?
The two shrug.
Mario C: Exactly, that’s what I thought. Just like your bumbling president, Maddog, you are no good here. We took care of one problem earlier in the night....and what makes you think we won’t take care over another....less significant one?
JAZZ and AWOL come out of their pose like positions and pummel the two wrestlers to the floor. Mario C stands up and points at both men.
Mario C: Get those two out of my sight, RIGHT NOW!
JAZZ picks up Doug Money by the head and slings him heavily into the door. The door rattles, almost breaking upon it’s impact with the body of Doug Money. AWOL throws a few kicks down upon Unscared’s back then pulls him up off the floor. AWOL grabs him by the back of the head and leads him head first into the wall, smashing him into it forehead first! AWOL pulls Unscared’s head away from the wall, showing a huge dent imprinted deeply into it. AWOL pulls back on Unscared’s head and bashes him into the wall again, this time leaving a large streak of blood across the wall. Unscared tries to stagger away, but AWOL grabs him and throws him over a folding table. AWOL slides Unscared across the table and sends him falling into a heap on the floor. JAZZ grabs hold of Doug Money and opens the door, JAZZ pulls back the door and slams it right into Money’s head. Then, he proceeds to throw Doug Money into the hallway, where Money collapses to the floor. AWOL pulls the beaten Unscared off the floor and throws him into the hallway in the same fashion of his partner. JAZZ grabs the door and swings it shut, leaving the two beaten men lay across the concrete floor.
C.P: Did it fucking look like it?
T.L: Not exactly.....we saw Doug Money and Unscared beaten into bloody pulps by the “boyz”. What about Mortiis Magnus and Nightmare?
C.P: Mortiis Magnus.....and Nightmare.....quite the fruitcakes, they are.
T.L: I’m not going to make any derogatory remarks toward these two great athletes.
C.P: What makes them so fucking great?
T.L: I don’t see you getting in that ring each week.
C.P: Point taken, Ton.
T.L: Our next bout is the main event of the evening, and I’m excited to see who walks away defiant!
C.P: It’s a tough call, Ton. The feuds have heated up so intensely that I’m calling this shit right down the middle!
T.L: Exactly how you should, Cody. As, we started off our show the Empire had given Maddog an offer that...he could possible refuse or accept. There is a large sum of money involved and I’ll be damned if I don’t see the rest of this unfold here tonight!
C.P: If that were me in that position, I would have walked away with the fifty million in my pocket and called it the end of a day.
T.L: Of course you would, you have to morals. This federation was built from the ground up by Maddog, do you actually think he’d hand it over to just anyone? Let alone a large amount of cash?
C.P: If he’s smart, he’ll do it. It’ll be the best investment that he could have ever made in his career in this business. He would be set for life and he wouldn’t have to worry about running this place.
T.L: That’s what he loves about it. He loves the fans, he loves the violence and athleticism that our sport brings to these fans that are watching us worldwide right this very moment. I doubt he’d give up all that...for just some measly bills of currency. Maddog has said time and time again that none of this is about the money. But, we’ll have to see how it unfolds when he gives us his final decision. He also has to worry about Mario C. sticking his nose in the business where it doesn’t belong. I mean of all nights he had to pick this one to brutally attack him. What a coward.....a coward of the lowest nature.
C.P: Hey, you take your shots when you can. That’s how the fucking world works, Ton.
T.L: Sadly, you’re right. And it’s a good goddamn shame that people do that. What’s even more of a shame to this business....the EMPIRE. I know I’m supposed to be unbiased, but I can’t stand these vile individuals.
C.P: Just wait until they own your ass, Tony. You won’t be saying that.
T.L: I’ll be damned if I incorporate myself with the UWWF if the EMPIRE buys it out. There is no way in hell that I’ll be any part of it.
C.P: Well, see you on the welfare line.....you bitch.
T.L: Show some loyalty to the man that writes out your checks every week.
C.P: Respect? I give him respect where it is due, Tony. So don’t give me that bullshit.
T.L: Well, enough with the bickering. The main event is heading straight for us....and we can only watch as these six men head into a battlefield.
C.P: Who’s the mystery man?
T.L: We’ll soon find out, we’ll soon find out.....
Ultimate Heavyweight Championship on the line.
National Championship on the line!
Tag-Team Championships on the line!
RULES: ANYTHING GOES
Repent, Bonez, and ???? vs. Kaizen, Memnoch, and Gerd Muller
“War Pigs” begins to play over the p.a. system, while the Empire make their march down to the ring with Agent Orange in toe with the American flag draped over his shoulder. Slowly they make their way down to the ring, dawning their championship gold. The fans launch various articles of garbage and anything that isn’t held down toward the aisle way as they pass. The Empire care not to tend to the fans, they just make their way to the ring without an acknowledgement of the roaring fans that have reduced their chants to mere grumbles of hatred for each of these men. As we know now, Memnoch had not been injured in his match earlier with Bonez - it was all a sham. Memnoch had pulled off another ploy to get an advantage in the main event contest, which could lead to them holding every championship belt in the federation except for one. The Empire raid the ring, making the announcer a bit weary for the moment. Agent Orange peers over at him, and he ducks his head while retreating to the corner of the ring. “Cryptorchild” begins to play, while the true UWWF Ultimate heavyweight champion; Repent and his tag-team partner and associate known as “Bonez” make their way down to the ring. The crowd gives off cheers to the reuniting of the Purveyors of Perfection, to do battle with the common evil of this very federation. The two enter the ring, but nobody has heard word about their mystery partner as of yet.
The Purveyors of Perfection stand two on three against Kaizen, Memnoch and Muller for the time being. The five men stand in the center of the ring, without speaking a single word. Repent steps toe to toe with Kaizen, the two glaring into one another. The referee pushes the two away from each other, telling them to make their decisions who will be in the ring first. Repent and Bonez gather in their respective corner and talk amongst each other, while their adversaries do little of the such. Muller points to himself and looks at Kaizen and Memnoch. “Let me take the first shots.”, Muller can be heard saying, Kaizen and Memnoch look at each other and nod with agreement. Kaizen and Memnoch climb through the ropes and stand in their corner, for at least the time being. Bonez, still a bit banged up from his earlier match with Memnoch takes the ring against the likes of the “Baby Faced Assassin”. Repent takes his time in exiting the ring and onto the apron, but the referee sees no problem with calling for the bell.
Muller and Bonez meet directly in the center of the ring exchanging a few unkind words, which results in Muller open hand slapping Bonez across the face. Bonez reacts with a baleful reaction of closed fist punches at Muller. Muller staggers back into his corner, but Bonez is in hot pursuit of his enemy. Bonez starts throwing a variance of punches in Muller’s direction, but the referee immediately jumps between the two and pushes Bonez away. Bonez waits for the referee to move before he comes barreling toward Muller. Muller sees it coming and drops down to his side and catches Bonez with a drop toe hold followed by an ankle lock submission hold. Kaizen gets the ref’s attention, while Memnoch steps through the ropes and stomps on Curtis “Bonez” Schmitt’s upper back. He sees the referee losing his attention to Kaizen, and enters the ring again. The ref looks over at Memnoch, and Memnoch motions with his hands that he had done nothing wrong at all. Bonez shakes off the heavy boots to his spine and begins crawling over to the ropes! He reaches out and clutches onto the bottom rope, but the referee doesn’t notice! Memnoch kicks Bonez hand off the ropes, giving Muller enough time to pull him away from the ropes by the leg. Bonez winces in pain, but there is no way to escape beside submission - there is no way that will happen quite yet! Bonez gets onto one knee, then stands up on one leg! Muller holds onto the ankle, but it comes to his disadvantage when Bonez flips his body around and sends an insiguri kick to the back of his head! Muller tumbles over after the brunt of the vicious kick, giving Bonez a chance to get to his feet. He limps halfway across the ring, but doesn’t get far when he is leveled from behind by Kaizen. Kaizen pulls him up and holds him a few feet away from Repent, boasting to him that they have no chance of winning the contest. Repent steps through the ropes, but the referee jumps in his way - not even having a chance to scold Kaizen for his actions. Kaizen throws Bonez down to the canvas, bring forth a stomping session from all three men. Repent tries to get the ref to look over the other way, but the ref insists on making him leave the ring before he ensues any sort of action in the contest. Repent goes through the ropes and points, but by this time the two not-so legal men are standing on the apron with smiles on their faces. The referee points at them, but the only man that is inside the ring at the moment is Muller. Muller pulls Bonez up off the canvas and hooks him by the head and tights. Muller raises his arm in the air to mock Bonez and finally hoists him into the air with a high vertical suplex. Muller backs up a few feet and drops straight to his back, which rocks Bonez on the impact with the canvas. Muller quickly pulls Bonez up off the canvas and drags him into the buckle where he slaps the tag to Memnoch. Muller holds Bonez open and Memnoch takes a shot at Schmitt’s ribs. Muller releases Bonez and goes to the outside, where he converses with Kaizen. Memnoch pushes Bonez against the turnbuckle and starts nailing him with heavy knee blocks to the midsection, one after another. Bonez huddles over and Memnoch finds the opportune moment to get him in a waist lock and send him over with a gut-wrench suplex. Bonez flops on the mat, but he manages to get to his hands and knees. He crawls toward Repent, who is awaiting the tag, extending his hand out as far as he can. Memnoch toys with Bonez and let’s him get few inches away from the tag, then grabs him by the boot and pulls him further away. Memnoch tries to pull Bonez up off the mat and turn him around, but Bonez hits him with a low blow! Bonez dives and catches the tag to Repent!
C.P: He fucking made it!
T.L: That’s right! Bonez made the tag to Repent!
Repent hits the ring and rocks Memnoch with fists of fury. Memnoch backs up a few feet and tries to take a big swing, but Repent blocks it with a arm-drag takeover. Memnoch comes back up off the mat and goes for Repent again, but it ends in the same scenario. This time, Memnoch gets up a bit slower and Repent brings him right into an irish-whip. Memnoch comes off the ropes with speed, ducking a closeline and coming back to level Repent with a heavy shoulder block. Repent hits the canvas, while Memnoch looks at him and yells, “How do you like that?!”. Repent shakes the cobwebs loose as he starts to get up, but is cut off by Memnoch. Memnoch throws him to the wolves so to speak, and his two partners choke and jab at Repent. The referee tries to break up the chaos, but he can’t manage to pull the paws of Kaizen or Muller away from him. The lights flicker, making Memnoch look at the ceiling and the surrounding area for the cause of the incident. Within a few seconds the lights black out and come back on and Memnoch and the rest of the Empire look to the entrance. The camera pans over to see ROGUE standing up on the top rope right directly behind Memnoch! Muller and Kaizen don’t notice him either, until Memnoch turns around and sees him leaping from the top rope! Rogue knocks Memnoch over with a twisting corkscrew body attack. The rest of the Empire hit the ring, but Bonez drops Muller with a spear! Kaizen is about to grab hold of Rogue, when Repent comes up from behind and tugs him by the hair! Kaizen turns around quickly to get a boot to the gut followed by a flowing ddt! Kaizen flips over due to the flow of the maneuver and he rolls to the outside of the ring! Rogue goes over to the buckle to make himself the OFFICIAL TAG-TEAM PARTNER! Repent staggers over and slaps the tag, the ref jumps up and down with a slight clap involved making himself look a bit more queer than anything at all. Rogue makes his way over Memnoch and pulls him up off the canvas. Memnoch stumbles under the guidance of Rogue, as they go over to the neutral corner. Rogue pushes Memnoch tightly into the corner and jumps onto the middle ropes, and finally jumping onto Memnoch’s shoulders! Rogue tries to take him over with a hurricanrana, but Memnoch runs forward while holding Rogue into place and sends him crashing into the canvas with hell of a powerbomb! Rogue folds in half......Memnoch points to his fallen foe, showing the fans he isn’t a man to be fucked with.
T.L: Rogue was planted into the canvas!
C.P: Memnoch rocked him and goddamn it.....the “alliance” has no way to come back if he’s down and out.
Kaizen walks around the outside of the ring looking into the crowd for a few moments, before he slides
back into the ring only to met by the swift boots of Repent to the back. Muller chops blocks Repent from behind, taking his knee out and knocking him to the canvas. Memnoch makes his way over to the ruckus, leading way for one hell of a brawl. Memnoch is about to stomp down on Repent’s head, when Rogue tackles him into the ropes from behind! This turns the match into a uncontrollable, all out brawl between both factions involved in the contest. Memnoch and Rogue duke it out, but Memnoch the bigger of the two gets a heavy advantage with brute like blows. Repent, still showing a bit of injury, takes Muller to school with kicks and punches - followed by a haymaker that knocks Muller onto his ass. Repent dives down into a mounted position and begins swelling Muller’s face with jab upon jab. Kaizen and Bonez exchange fisticuffs, trading blow for blow. The wrestlers change off, still brawling with the referee exiting the ring for the time being. He tries yelling at the men, but it doesn’t work - due to the obvious hatred that has been brewing between all of them for quite some time now.
The camera pans over to the crowd, where two men jump the rail with excitement. The two bear old style “Empire” t-shirts, hitting the ring with authority.
T.L: That’s....the former champion of this very federation quite some years ago......DEGENR8! He waged war in this federation taking the hardcore name to it’s limits with combatants such as Raven and Silver.
C.P: What the fuck is he doing here with....who the hell is that?
T.L: Goldberg! Back in the days of Thunderstruk Wrestling Alliance, the TWA, those two aligned themselves with the Empire, the earliest incarnation of their unholy alliance. Not to mention, TWA was the first place to ever see the likes of Janus.
Meanwhile, while the commentators continue their speaking - Goldberg and DeGeNr8 part ways going for Bonez and Repent. DeGeN grabs hold of Repent and turns him around from his attack on Kaizen in the corner, DeGeN turns him around and gives Repent a hard jab to the chin. Repent staggers after the stinging blow, and gets caught with another. Bonez moves toward Goldberg, but Goldberg gets a full head start and drives Bonez into the canvas with a spine-shattering SPEAR! Goldberg jumps back out to his feet with a roar, then leans over to pull Bonez back up. Bonez has little struggle left in his body as Goldberg synchs him in and lifts him high into the air. Goldberg spins him around once and sends Bonez crashing down into the Jackhammer! The mat rattles with impact, Goldberg is back on his feet! DeGeNeR8 pulls Repent out of the turnbuckle and holds him in place, keeping him level in the spot where he had wanted. DeGeN climbs the ropes and gets to the top rope, he leaps off the top rope and connects with one of the most devastating moves in professional wrestling, THE 3DT, DeGeNeRaTeD DDT! Repent hits the canvas and lays motionless under the impact of his skull crashing against the canvas. Kaizen and Memnoch double team Rogue in the far corner with stomps and kicks to the ribs. Bonez struggles to his hands and knees, slowly crawling over to the buckle to help Rogue in the least bit possible. He grabs hold of Kaizen’s leg, but Kaizen merely pulls his leg away and turns around. Kaizen then pulls Bonez up to his feet, spits directly in his face, and gives him a swift kick to the gut. Kaizen pulls Bonez in and hooks him by the waist, while forcing him into the air. Kaizen hold Bonez up and drops him to the canvas with the “Pit Digger”! The powerbomb sends Bonez colliding with the canvas, leaving him without any breath in his lungs at all. Memnoch grabs the Cruxshadows Rogue by the head and leads him out of the buckle, thus tossing him through the ropes to the outside to get him out of the way. Goldberg and DeGeN hold up Repent from behind, while Memnoch stares him right in the eyes. The stare is broken up by a blatant slap in the face by Memnoch to Repent. Golberg and DeGeN force Repent down and Memnoch hooks him by the waist. The two help Memnoch hoist Repent into the air and the three drive him into the canvas with a brute force powerbomb that leaves him laying motionless, much like his partner Bonez. Memnoch points to Kaizen then to Repent, Kaizen makes his way over in a confident manner and slams his foot down across Repent’s chest. Kaizen holds his foot in place, while the referee climbs into the ring to make the count - obviously fearing for his own life. The referee slaps the canvas, 1.....................2.........................3! The bell sounds for the victory of the EMPIRE.
T.L: The Empire has just screwed the UWWF and it’s world heavyweight champion.
C.P: No fucking doubt, but what can we do about it? Nothing.
Within seconds Unscared, Doug Money, and Janus rush down to the ring to bring help to the fight. Just as they enter they are pummeled by the forces that are the EMPIRE! Unscared is flung over the top rope by Goldberg and DeGeNr8, sending him crashing with force into the concrete floor. Doug Money is pummeled by the likes of Muller, Kaizen, and Memnoch. Goldberg and DeGeN help dispose of his threat from the ring. Janus stands face to face with the Empire, knowing that he cannot fend them off for long. He puts up quite a fight, but he doesn’t have enough power to fend off Kaizen, Muller, Memnoch, Goldberg, and DeGeNr8. Under a cloud of kicks, punches, and other various blows - Janus goes down. Without mercy the Empire pummel him until Rogue comes to help. Rogue hits Memnoch from behind with a dropkick to the back, which runs him into the ropes. Kaizen and Muller grab hold of Rogue and push him into the turnbuckle. Swing by swing, Rogue is damaged without hardly a fight. The lights dim, strobe lights flash......Nightmare and Mortiis Magnus hit the ring. Nightmare knocks down Goldberg with a forceful closeline, Magnus forges passed DeGenEr8 with a shoulder block and goes right for the corner. Magnus grabs Kaizen from behind and turns him around to meet him with a huge cross punch to the jaw. Kaizen falls to one knee, but Magnus moves onto Muller and grabs him by the head and drives him into the canvas with a ddt. Memnoch rushes at Nightmare, but Nightmare ducks the closeline attempt by Memnoch. Mem turns around and Nightmare clocks him with a haymaker! Nightmare grabs Memnoch by the arm and plows him over with a short-arm closeline! Magnus helps Rogue out of the buckle and the two exit the ring, Nightmare turns around and exits as well. The three stand on the outside of the ring, with Mortiis Magnus and Nightmare pointing at Kaizen and Memnoch, who are now leaning against the ropes. The three exit the ringside area, still staring at the Empire members. The three exit the scene, while Goldberg and DeGeNr8 meet with Agent Orange on the outside. Agent Orange pulls out a large wad of cash, he flips through thirty or so bills and hands them over to Goldberg. Orange flips through another thirty or so bills and hands them over to DeGenR8, sealing their deal. DeGeNr8 and Goldberg sort through their money, conversing with each other as they make their exit from the ringside area into the crowd from where they’ve come. Memnoch exits the ring to the time keeper’s table, where he picks up the house microphone, he looks over at Agent Orange and nods his head. Agent Orange then disappears to the backstage area, while Memnoch reenters the ring.
Memnoch : Hahahaha! We did it, we did it, we did it ! You can all get down on your knees and worship at the feet of true gods, now. You are probably sick of hearing it, but we dont care.... We told you it was gonna happen. You dont fuck with Empire and expect to win, and now it is only fitting that we top the night off properly.
At this point Agent Orange comes back to the ring carrying a bag which he hands to Memnoch.
Memnoch : Ladies and gentleman, your new Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World...... Steve "KAIZEN" McCann !!!
Memnoch then reaches into the bag and pulls out a gleaming world title belt, but it is not the UWWF belt, it is infact the TWA World Title and it is coated in pure gold and encrusted with diamonds. Memnoch then hands the belt over to Kaizen who looks at it then holds it against the UWWF World Title belt before tossing down the UWWF belt as if in disgust of it.
Kaizen : This here is the belt of a true champion.... This belt signals the new era of UWWF, an era built from and standing on the shoulders of a great Empire, an Empire that has dominated from day one and will continue to dominate until we decide its our time to go and not a moment sooner. So without further to do.....
Before Kaizen can continue Gerd Muller asks to interrupt him.
Gerd : Sorry champ, but I think its only fitting that you wear the true championship belt before we continue.
Gerd then takes the TWA World Title belt and straps it around the waist of Kaizen as Memnoch and Gerd do the not worthy bow.
Kaizen : Hahaha, you guys are too much. Now as I was saying... Maddog !! Get your ass out here, we made you an offer of a lifetime at the start of this show and you still havent given us an answer, so we are now demanding one !
Maddog’s music then hits as the UWWF President / Owner walks out into the aisle with a mic in hand and he walks to the ring with the roar of the fans in his ears.
Kaizen : Well, Maddog ? Whats it to be ?? You gonna do the right thing for the future of UWWF and seal the deal and then you can really see this place take off, come on Dog you know its the right thing to do.
As Maddog is about to raise the mic to his mouth, the fans are all chanting "Don’t Do It" in a repeated unison, Maddog looks out towards them and seems to have a look of guilt in his eyes and perhaps a tear.
T.L: He isn’t...he didn’t......is he?
C.P: I knew he’d sell this federation out....a sad day in the UWWF.
T.L: HE’S GOING TO DESTROY THE VERY COMPANY THAT HE BUILT. THE COMPANY THAT REPENT HELPED TO BUILD!
C.P: If he seals this deal, both of us are in jeopardy of losing our jobs. Let alone the rest of the guys in the back. This is bullshit, why would Maddog even fucking consider this?
T.L: GREED! HE’S GOING TO KILL THIS FEDERATION OFF..FOR MONEY! THE VERY THING THAT HE CLAIMED DIDN’T MATTER! THAT SON OF A BITCH!
C.P: Calm down, Tony, it’s not the end of the world...
T.L: IT MAY VERY WELL BE THE END OF THE UWWF UNIVERSE AS WE KNOW IT!
C.P: Aren’t you being a bit over dramatic with this whole situation. He’s just standing there, listening to those fans cheering not to do it. He almost has a tear in his eye, possibly because his champion....is dethroned. There is a great fucking former champion and he couldn’t do anything to help him.
T.L: You could be right, but he seems too distraught for even that.
Maddog again lifts the mic up to his mouth with a quiver and a sudden jolt of disgrace. His mouth opens as the microphone is moved even closer, his raspy voice juts out......
Just as Maddog begins to speak, the copyright falls over the screen cutting off the live feed from Cleveland, Ohio. Flashbacks of the event play, which trail off into a commercial for “Liberation Television”.
C.P: What the fuck was that?
T.L: Muller takes the win after Agent Orange attacked his opponent before the bout...how honorable.....
T.L: No streetfight title match?
