United Wrestling Federation - - Massacre Results

[ Administration || || Rules || || Application's || || Championship's ] [ Superstars || || Massacre || || Tornado || || Pay-Per-View ] [ Promo/OOC Boards || || The Payne Report ] -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - June 2nd - 2003 Charlotte Coliseum Charlotte, North Carolina The New TNN in America, TSN in Canada, and Fox 8 in Australia, play a commercial featuring what they have installed for the coming month. Once the ad is complete, a notice appears on screen, which reads: All Acts & Stunts Have Been Performed by Professionally Trained Athletes Please Do Not Try This at Home The text remains on screen for a few moments before slowly fading away. The United Wrestling Federation (UwF) opening film clip begins to play over the networks. The opener completes itself with the UwF Logo racing across the screen, equipped with rockets. The screen then remains black, soon beginning to fade in within a fairly full arena of Fans. Cameras pan around within the arena quite quickly, switching from camera to camera every few moments. Fans are up on their feet, cheering in excitement for what this new generation in sports entertainment will bring here tonight. A bar at the top of the screen suddenly crashes together, reading "LIVE: Charlotte, North Carolina" in a decent sized, fancy text. This bar/text remains on screen for a couple of seconds before flashing off. As that happens, the camera switches to view an office desk. Everything is on this office desk, some items that include pens and pencils, office paper, trays, and of course a desk label. The camera crew begin to zoom in on the label, which reads: UwF President/Owner Mr. Nathan Hella Fans from within the arena begin to rise their cheers, seeing this image on the titan tron. The camera crew begin to zoom the camera back, zooming right back to view Nathan Hella himself, leaning on the desk whilst sitting in a rather expensive office chair. Nathan has abit of a smiley smirk on his face for a couple of moments, before he leans back in his seat. Nathan Hella: Welcome.. Nathan pauses for a quick moment after saying just one word. This however gains him a fairly good pop from the Fans, who are continuously heard in the background. Nathan Hella: .. Welcome to the newest revolution! .. The newest generation! .. The newest spectacular in professional wrestling! .. Ladies and Gentlemen! .. Viewers watching from all across the globe! .. I, Nathan Hella, welcome you to the United Wrestling Federation! Nathan extends his arms as he finishes the sentence. He pauses as Fans within the Charlotte Coliseum cheer in response. Nathan Hella: Now then! .. Where to start, where to start! .. Ah yes! .. For the first week and half the company has been on the road I've heard comment after comment over two issues! .. One of them being what is my relationship with The Cyclone! .. And the other being, whats the "deal" begin myself and Justin Sane, whom has been booked in tonight’s Main Event against The Cyclone! Nathan pauses, giving time for the Fans to react, in which they do with cheers and various shout-out chants. Nathan Hella: Well, first and foremost, just incase any of you in attendance, or Justin Sane for that matter, are looking out for me to appear in person, then think again boys and girls because it just aint gonna happen here tonight! A smirk crosses Nathan's face as the Fans can be heard booing, obviously quite disappointed that they wont be seeing The President/Owner of the UwF here in the flesh tonight. Nathan Hella: Why is that you all ask??? .. Well quite frankly, its none of your God damn business as to why! .. This is my company, and I dont have to answer to anyone! Nathan shakes his head, giving a look that shows he means every word. Fans obviously boo, though now its not a boo of disappointment. Its more or less a boo of disgust and hate towards Nathan's words. Nathan Hella: .. As far as Justin Sane is concerned.. Quite simply, from me to you, let me just ask who the hell are you??? .. Honestly! .. I've over heard you briefly throughout "the week that was", speaking your mind on the Superstars of the UwF, aswell as my elite Staff.. You've commented on the way I operate my business, including some utter crap about a lawsuit I put against you awhile back that turned your life upside-down.. Well Mr. Sane, I must question exactly what in the hell you were talking about, because I wouldn't have the slightest of clues! .. In my eyes, Alan Payne has given you a contract to fulfil a dream of a lifetime with Hella Entertainment! .. All im saying boy is watch what you say and do! .. Are we clear!?! Nathan raises his eyebrows, looking toward the camera with a look of question. The Fans mumble between themselves, obviously not too sure how to react to this situation at the moment. Nathan soon shakes his head before leaning forward and continuing. Nathan Hella: Anyway! .. Lets get this baby on the road shall we!?! .. LIVE from across the globe, the United Wrestling Federation! .. A company within Hella Entertainment! .. Presents Massacre! Nathan points toward the camera whilst yelling out the final part to his introduction. Soon after he does this, the Massacre video begins to play over the networks, aswell as show up on the titan tron within the arena. When the video clip completes itself, a live camera comes to life within the darken Charlotte Coliseum. Pyros begin to blast from the rafters, down on the stage area. Fans go wild with cheers as the pyros lighten the arena with various colours. Once the pyros are complete, the arenas lights flash on. The camera crew zoom the camera out real fast to view the Massacre stage set in full. The camera crew focus on the stage setup for a few moments before switching to a different camera, this time one that views the commentary table area at ringside. Paul Springer and Jason Weatherman come in view. A bar at the bottom, stretching from side to side of the screen, crashes together, showing the Massacre Logo to once side aswell as Paul and Jason's names. Jason gives abit of a wave as he begins to speak. Jason Weatherman: .. I certainly wouldn't be as harmful with words, but to just add on to what our Boss just said, a huge welcome to you all to the very first installment of Massacre! .. Hi, my name is Jason Weatherman, sitting alongside Jerry Springer's little brother, Paul Springer! .. And as you can see, we are sitting here at ringside, and boy what a show we have installed! Paul rolls his eyes, giving the impression that maybe he dont wanna be here. Paul Springer: Bleh! .. Whats the point??? .. Should I be impressed with all of this??? .. Should I, The Superior Springer, act all worked up about this??? .. Well, Well, Well!?! .. I tell ya Phillip, I only see one Springer live on air.. I dont see two! .. One! .. One damnit! Paul begins to move about in his seat, looking back and forth at the camera and at Jason, whom quite frankly wouldn't have a clue as to what Paul is rambling on about. Paul Springer: .. Im the number one Springer! .. Long time best friend of Hella, and i'll get ya fired, oh yeah! .. But most of all, im a former Hardcore Champion, so there! Jason looks on confusingly as Paul smiles, very proud of himself. Jason Weatherman: What??? .. Firstly Paul, whats Jerry got to do with any of this??? .. Secondly, I find it very hard to believe a person like yourself would be involved with Mr. Hella.. Thirdly, what was all that former Hardcore Champion stuff all about??? .. Really??? .. Do you really think I, or any of these Fans watching, care at all for any history you may have at this point??? .. Pa-lease! .. Do yourself, and myself a favor, and stop being a complete jackass! Jason looks at Paul, meaning ever word. Jason Weatherman: You know, I've worked in this business for a good fifteen years now, and I've seriously busted my ass in attempts to one day be known world-wide as a professional commentator! .. Having said that, im not going to sit here every Monday Night and listen, or watch, you make foolish comments and conduct pathetic little acts at mine, or anyone elses expense, are we clear!?! Paul looks alittle clueless for a moment, not too sure how to respond to being completely blown away by Jason, who sits only inches away demanding an answer. Paul Springer: .. Hey dumbass .. Paul jolts right back, thinking Jason may react with a punch, clearly a foolish, "dumbass" thing to do. Jason just continues to stare at Paul, looking to be really pissed off. Paul Springer: .. I dont see two UwF Commentators commentating both weekly shows aswell as pay-per-views! .. I only see one! .. The Superior Springer! Jason's head begins to shake with anger. Paul's eyes widen as he notices this happening. Paul then begins to slowly move his seat away from Jason, keeping his arms up in a "ready" position to fight back should Jason attack. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MATCH ONE SCHEDULE FOR ONE FALL REFEREE: DAVE STOCKER NON TITLE PAUL SPRINGER VS THE LOST SOUL - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The camera flicks to a camera panning around the Fans. As this is happening, Massacre's theme music comes to an end. Oh Yeah by Yellow begins to play. The Fans remain standing, knowing that the action is about to continue. The camera switches back to view Paul and Jason at the commentary table. Jason is still looking at Paul, who continues to look back at Jason. Susanna May: The following contest is schedule for one fall! .. Making his way to the ring first! .. From Wollongong, Australia, weighing in at 170 pounds! .. Paul Springer!!!! Fans within the arena give a fairly good pop, possibly only because the Springer name rings a bell within all. Paul turns to look up in the ring at Ring Announcer, Susanna May, giving a look that shows he may not be ready. Paul Springer: Huh!?! Jason Weatherman: Ding-Dong! .. Your up! Paul shakes himself out of it as he removes his headset. He continues to look back at Jason as he slowly walks around the commentary table before walking up the ring stairs and along the apron. Paul lifts one leg up and over the second rope, staying in that position for a few moments as he stares down at Jason, looking to actually be scared of him. Jason Weatherman: Well folks.. I do apologize if my previous words were somewhat "too much" for your liking, but I truthfully take alot of pride into my hard working efforts, and really hate to see selfish, walking, talking baboons like Mr. P.Springer trample all over the damn game! .. None the less, we have our opening match here which hopefully sets to be a good one.. Paul seems to believe he's a former Hardcore Champion, so im guessing this means he may have some skills, but then again I shouldn't speak to soon! Paul gets into the ring completely, raising both arms in the air as he spins around in circles for some odd reason. Paul soon stops the spinning, actually falling strait on his rear end in dizzyness. Susanna can be seen shaking her head and laughing. Paul's theme music comes to an end as Rot by Dry Kill Logic begins to play throughout the arena. The camera switches to a shot of the stage area just as The Lost Soul steps out from behind the curtain, walking to the top of the ramp way, and stopping. Jason Weatherman: Ladies and Gentlemen, and children alike.. If there is anyone you would want to stand up and applaud, its that man right there! .. The Lost Soul! .. A well known Superstar within the rankings of many organizations in this business, and we are glad to have him here in the UwF! Fans give a calm, yet pumped up reaction to The Lost Soul as he begins to make his way down the ramp way, shaking up his head as he does so. Susanna May: And his opponent! .. From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 190 pounds! .. The Lost Soul!!!! The Lost Soul slides into the ring, jumping back to his feet immediately, locking his eyes dirrectly on Paul. Referee, Dave Stocker, gets between the two, making sure this one doesn't get started until his call. Jason Weatherman: The two little guys currently on the UwF Roster ready to lock up here to kick things off in what will certainly be an interest 'bout.. The Lost Soul's music fades off as Dave calls for the bell. The Fans begin to brighten up alittle more as the two begin to circle the ring. Paul moves toward The Lost Soul, attempting a tie up to start this one off. The Lost Soul however has other plans, attempting a toe kick. Paul is able to scout this one out, grabbing ahold of The Lost Soul's foot. He holds onto it as he looks into The Lost Soul's eyes, laughing as he points toward his upper head, pretty much showing he outsmarted The Lost Soul on that one. The Lost Soul shakes his head moments later, countering Paul yet again, this time with a jump, spinning back kick. Once completing the move The Lost Soul nips right back up on his feet, pleading Paul to bring it. This gains a huge pop of cheers from the Fans, who want nothing more then to see this turn into an all out brawl. Jason Weatherman: What did I tell ya folks!?! .. The ever so lethal Lost Soul wants nothing more then to put on a great performance here tonight infront of this wild Charlotte crowd! Paul crawls over to the ropes, climbing back to his feet, looking across the ring at the pumped up Lost Soul with a look of concern. He begins to look around at the Fans, soon brushing The Lost Soul off before attempting to exit the ring, no longer wanting to be apart of this match. The Lost Soul storms across the ring, grabbing Paul by the hair and pulling him back into the ring. The Lost Soul grabs an arm and pushes Paul into the ropes before irish whipping him across into the ropes. Paul attempts a counter, trying to jump over The Lost Soul's head. This however doesn't happen, resulting with Paul's "go nads" connected quite hard with The Lost Soul's forehead. The Lost Soul falls to the mat holding his upper head, as does Paul, who falls to the mat holding his lower manlyhood area, screaming like a little girl whilst rolling all around the ring. The Fans on the other hand raise the bar of cheers, feeling Paul's pain. Jason Weatherman: I may not like the way Paul and myself kicked things off here tonight, but man oh man you've gotta feel his pain.. What a shot! The Lost Soul is soon back on his feet, shaking himself clear as he walks over to Paul, grabbing a hand full of hair as he pulls Paul to his feet. The Lost Soul hits a few right hand blows to the head of Paul, making Paul stumble right back into the ropes. The Lost Soul grabs one of Paul's arms, attempting an irish whip yet again. This time however, Paul reverses, irish whipping The Lost Soul into the ropes instead. Paul attempts a clothesline, though The Lost Soul ducks, running quite quickly into the ropes behind Paul. Paul is quick to turn around, though is soon taken off his feet by a spinning wheel kick from The Lost Soul. Attempting to keep things at a quick pace, The Lost Soul crawls over to Paul, hooking a leg. Referee, Dave Stocker quickly slides down and makes the count, [ 1.. 2.. ].. Paul gets a shoulder up. The Lost Soul is quick to get on top of Paul after the kickout, lifting Paul's head up and hitting a couple of fury punches. Jason Weatherman: Some excellent tactics we are witnessing here from The Lost Soul.. The little bugger simply wont let up on Springer thus far in the match, not even allowing Paul to catch the slightest breath! The Lost Soul drags Paul back to his feet, pushing him into one of the corner turn buckles. The Lost Soul begins to hit some shoulder thrusts in the corner as Referee Dave Stocker begins to count The Lost Soul, [ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. ].. Dave quickly gets inbetween the two after giving the five count, yelling in The Lost Soul's face to break it up. The Lost Soul reacts to this, shoving Dave right out of the way before grabbing Paul and hoisting him up on the top turn buckle rope. Jason Weatherman: Oh boy! .. High risk coming up any moment here folks! .. Something that isn't all that unusual coming from The Lost Soul from what I've seen in the past, though you've got to question how much Springer can handle! The Lost Soul climbs up onto the second turn buckle rope, setting Paul up for a suplex. He looks as though he is about to perform the move, though before doing he does, The Lost Soul suddenly freezes. He looks all around at the Fans whom are going crazy with cheers. The Lost Soul begins to shake his head, letting go of Paul from the suplex position. The Lost Soul then climbs himself up onto the top turn buckle rope with Paul, gaining an even bigger reaction from the crowd. The Lost Soul gives abit of a signal before jumping onto Paul's shoulders and attempting a frankensteiner off the top rope. Paul however reverses this, slamming The Lost Soul down hard to the mat on his neck with a powerbomb. Due to The Lost Soul hitting the mat in such a bad, hard way, the Fans begin a "holy shit" chant. Jason Weatherman: My God what impact! .. One can only hope nothing too serious has happened there to The Lost Soul, though the say to very least Paul Springer has brought himself some time to recover! Both men lay mentionless, leaving no choice but for Dave Stocker to begin to count both men down, [ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. ].. The crowd continue to make some noise within the arena, cheering for both men to get back up.. [ 5.. 6.. 7.. ].. Paul Springer begins to show movement, slowly crawling towards The Lost Soul, who actually looks to be out cold.. [ 8.. 9.. ].. Paul takes a big leap with everything he's got to get an arm over The Lost Soul's chest, stopping Dave's count by about half a second. Dave throws himself down to the mat and counts the pinfall, in which Fans yell the count out with him, [ 1.. 2.. ].. The Lost Soul gets a shoulder up just in time. Jason Weatherman: He kicked out! .. He kicked out! .. I honestly can't believe it people! .. The Lost Soul didn't even show signs of breathing let alone movement, though somehow! .. Someway! .. Kicked out right there! Paul crawls over to the ring ropes, giving it all he's pretty much got to pull himself back up. The Lost Soul too does the same. Paul turns around once up, looking at The Lost Soul. He begins to shake his head, showing that he too can't believe the guy even kicked out let alone get back up. Both men stumble away from the ropes. Paul grabs ahold of The Lost Soul's shoulders, quickly jumping up on top of them and executing a hurracanrana. Instead of going for another cover following the move, Paul gets back to his feet and notices how The Lost Soul is currently positioned in the ring on his back. Paul looks at one of the corner turn buckles, and then back at The Lost Soul. The Fans once again begin to raise the cheers, knowing that Paul has something big on his mind. Jason Weatherman: .. I think Springer's got something in mind here! .. If I were him though, I'd be making the damn cover! Paul's eyes widen like a lost it idiot. He then yells out in the stupidest of ways before exiting the ring and climbing to one of the top turn buckles. Once on top, Paul yells out weirdly once again before jumping off in attempts of hitting Down With Dat. The Lost Soul however rolls out of the way just in time, leaving nothing but a hard, unforgiving mat for Paul to smash into. Jason Weatherman: So close, yet so far away was Paul from connecting that move right there! .. I guess thats just what happens when you take foolish high risks! Paul crawls around the mat with his arms wrapped tight around his stomach, obviously in pain. The Lost Soul stumbles up to his feet with moments, as does Paul. The Lost Soul begins to taunt Paul whilst Paul's back is turned. Paul stumbles around, only to be cought by The Lost Soul, who picks Paul up and hits the Soul Bomb in the middle of the ring. Jason Weatherman: Soul Bomb! .. There it is boys and girls! .. This one is all over if The Lost Soul can somehow get an arm or anything over Springer here! The Charlotte crowd begin to get behind The Lost Soul, chanting his name as he attempts to crawl toward Paul. The Lost Soul finally gets close enough to make a cover, though before he can, the arenas lights begin to flicker, before going out completely. Jason Weatherman: Yes! .. Yes! .. This one is over baby! .. But wait a minute! .. What the hell is going on here!?! Two lightening bolts suddenly come down from the rafters, hitting the stage area. The camera quickly switches to view the stage area as more pyros go off. Enter the Sandman by Metallica begins to blast over the arenas PA system, as the arenas lights begin to flicker once again. The Fans cheers of support suddenly turn to a complete reaction of boos as Justin Sane bursts out from behind the curtain, looking to be absolutely pissed. He begins to storm his way down the ramp way, taking no notice what so ever of the Fans booing reaction. Jason Weatherman: What the hell is this!?! .. Well, its Justin Sane of course, though what the hell is he doing coming on out here at this time!?! .. His damn match aint until later on tonight! The camera switches back to ringside to view The Lost Soul, who looks to be barely alive. He begins to climb back to his feet, looking alittle confused as to whats going on aswell. Justin rolls into the ring and jumps back to his feet. The lights come back on as this happens. Justin looks at a dazed Lost Soul, shaking his head. Justin then storms toward The Lost Soul, taking him off his feet with a thunderous clothesline. Justin's theme music comes to a hault as Referee, Dave Stocker has no choice but to call for the bell, doing so immediately. Jason Weatherman: WHAT IN GOD's NAME WAS THE REASON BEHIND THAT!?!?! Paul can be seen rolling toward the ropes as Dave gets in Justin's face, telling him to back off and get out of the ring. Justin turns his head away from Dave, trying to ignore this. Dave moves around Justin, making sure his point is clear. Justin soon reacts, hitting Dave with a massive right hand. Justin then begins to stomp the hell outta Dave as the Fans boo like mad. As Justin is doing this, The Lost Soul can be seen climbing back to his feet. Jason Weatherman: This is completely uncalled for damnit! .. And for God sakes, The Lost Soul is STILL getting up! The Lost Soul finally gets back to his feet with the help of the ropes. Justin turns his head, noticing this. The Lost Soul stumbles away from the ropes, only to be hit in the gut with a toe kick from Justin. Justin then sets The Lost Soul up, soon putting his lights out all together with the Elektrik Shok. Justin is quick to jump back to his feet once executing the move, coldly staring down apon The Lost Soul. Jason Weatherman: Theres the Elektrik Shok for pete sakes! .. But why!?! .. Why Justin!?! .. Why ruin what was a top notch match!?! Justin walks over to the ring ropes, yelling madly out for a microphone. Ring Announcer, Susanna May is quick to follow up with Justin's demands, handing the big man a microphone. Justin then begins to pace quickly within the ring as he begins to speak. Justin Sane: Hella! .. The pain and suffering of others is on your shoulders! .. You can run! .. You can hide! .. But sooner or later im gonna catch ya, and when I do.. Justin pauses, laughing quite sadisticly for a moment. Justin Sane: You will pay! .. But more importantly! .. YOU WILL DIE!!!! Justin throws the microphone to the mat, laughing in an unstable manner as his theme music begins to play once again. Fans within the arena continue to boo as Justin exits the ring, and slowly begins to make his way back up the ramp way. Jason Weatherman: Good God! .. That psycho right there has criminal intensions I tell ya! .. What a threat though to the Owner of this company! .. Better yet, what a way to kick off Massacre! Massacre's theme song begins to play throughout the arena as Massacre's Logo appears on screen, sending the UwF to its first commercial break. COMMERCIAL BREAK Massacre's theme music and Logo appears, bringing the UwF back from commercial break. A camera comes back to life, live at ringside within the Charlotte Coliseum. Jason has a look of shock apon his face as Paul can be seen stumble around the commentary table, falling into his seat. Jason Weatherman: Welcome back everyone to UwF Massacre! .. And if you've just joined us, well boy oh boy didn't you just miss not only a great match to kick the UwF Era off with, but a rather disturbing beat down of Referee Dave Stocker, and The Lost Soul! Some replaying footage appears on screen, which would of course appear on the titan tron for the Fans in attendance. The footage shows Justin Sane's entrance, along with the beating of both Dave Stocker and The Lost Soul. The final bits to Justin's speech are then heard as a slow motion, psychotic look is shown of Justin. The clip ends, returning you live once again at ringside. Jason Weatherman: All I can say is God have mercy on those that step up to Justin Sane.. And that goes twice for Mr. Hella! Paul slowly puts his headset back on, obviously completely exhausted. Jason Weatherman: Well, Well! .. Look at what the cat has just dragged back in.. Paul Springer: .. Shut up dumbass .. I .. I .. I dont see you getting in the damn ring and working up a crowd, doing such brilliant acts like what I just did! Jason Weatherman: Well, it certainly was impressive, I give you that much! Massacre's theme music continues to play throughout the arena as the screen once again begins to play video footage. This time it showers the posers of Justin Sane and The Cyclone. The Fans can be heard in the background, cheering as they notice this appear on the titan tron. Jason Weatherman: Oh yeah people! .. Its our Main Event here tonight on the first installment of Massacre! .. The Beast of the UwF up against the all-round mad man! .. The Cyclone versus Justin Sane! .. One on One here tonight! Paul Springer: What the hell is going on??? .. Wheres my damn carton of chocolate move Phillip!?! The camera switches back to ringside, showing what looks to be a pissed off Springer. Jason Weatherman: .. What are you talking about??? Paul Springer: Chocolate Move! .. The drink! .. Where is it!?! .. I come out here, not only to commentate every event this company hosts, AND wrestle for your entertainment on top of all that! .. The least you could do in return is get me a damn drink after my brutal, spectacular match! Jason Weatherman: You've got to be joking! Paul Springer: Do I look like im joking!?! Paul points to his weird looking face. Paul Springer: Look at me! .. The Superior Springer! .. The number one son in the Springer Family! .. Former Hardcore Champion! .. If you want respect from me like you asked earlier, then its gotta work both ways Phillip! .. A damn chocolate move after every match ya hear!?! .. .. Phillip! Jason Weatherman: THE NAMES JASON!!!! .. AND YOU CAN GET STUFFED!!!! Paul falls right back in his seat like the idiot he is. Jason on the other hand turns to face the camera, rapidly moving about as he fixes his notes. The camera switches to view the stage area moments later. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MATCH TWO SCHEDULE FOR ONE FALL REFEREE: SHELDON RIVERA NON TITLE DUSTIN THORN VS TYPHOON - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Massacre's theme fades off as the arenas lights go completely out. The Fans reaction obviously is cheers, knowing that the action is about to continue. A bright spotlight begins to search throughout the arena as Sinner by Drowning Pool begins to play. A loud, motor-type noise is heard as a real bright light moves out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp way. The arena's lights then begin to flash, showing the the bright light is infact a dyna low-rider motorbike. Sitting on the bike is none other then Dustin Thorn, who receives a fairly good pop from the Fans. Justin Weatherman: Well, as the saying goes.. Business is about to pick up, because theres Dustin Thorn! .. A man who claims that he is sick and tired of not getting the respect he truly believes he deserves not only in this company.. But in this business as a whole! .. But I've gotta say, a guy that size with that sorta attitude.. Well.. Who in the hell is gonna try stopping him!?! Paul Springer: .. I'd beat him .. The Superior Springer! Jason Weatherman: Oh give me a break! Paul Springer: .. .. .. I only see one commentator in this company hosting every show Phillip! .. Only one! Jason Weatherman: Shut it already! Paul Springer: .. Im gonna make my Daddy proud.. Dustin Thorn flexes his shoulders alittle whilst calmly sitting on his bike. He rubs his chin alittle before flooring it down the ramp way, making his way right around the ring before parking the bike at the bottom of the ramp way. Susanna May: The following contest is schedule for one fall! .. Making his way to the ring first! .. From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 325 pounds! .. Dustin Thorn!!!! Dustin gets a fair responce from the crowd following his introduction. He calmly steps off his motorbike, walking up the ring stairs and along the apron before stepping into the ring over the top rope. The lights flicker back to normal as Dustin removes his sunglasses whilst pacing around inside the ring. Jason Weatherman: What an athlete this man CAN be Paul.. He has the skills.. Most certainly has the strength! .. But whats it gonna take to actually modivate the guy enough to hopefully fulfil his goal to be the absolute best product on the UwF Roster??? Paul Springer: Errr.. He sucks.. Jason Weatherman: Oh really??? .. Then why dont you stumble your way back into the squared circle then, and tell Thorn to his face of what your opinion is! Paul Springer: Errrr.. Errrr.. Like no.. Dustin's theme music is suddenly cut off with the sound of Mankind's First Theme by WWE. The arenas lights once again go completely out just as the music begins to play. A red light floods the stage, ramp and ring areas as the camera switches to view the stage area. Paul Springer: Ay! .. Whoever keeps turnin the God damn lights off is gonna get there crap ass kicked by the number one son in the Springer Family if it keeps happening! .. .. And thats FINAL! Jason Weatherman: .. Cheap .. Very cheap .. Paul Springer: Errr.. Cool.. I've always been kinda good with money spending.. Yep-ehhh! .. Fifty bucks a week here with the UwF is not worth me boasting about, though I dont spend it all at once! Jason Weatherman: You only get fifty dollars a week!?! Paul Springer: .. Alot of money, me's knows! .. But I guess thats what you get when your The Superior Springer! Jason can be heard laughing as Typhoon blasts out from the backstage area. Once again a fairly possitive responce comes from the Fans as Typhoon stomps down the ramp way, ajusting his glove whilst doing so. Susanna May: And his opponent! .. From Houstin, Texas, weighing in at 324 pounds! .. Typhoon!!!! Typhoon jumps strait up onto the apron, stepping into the ring via the top rope strait away. He walks right up to Dustin, who stands in the center of the ring watching Typhoon. The trash talking begins before Typhoon raises both arms, dropping them quickly, sending pyros exploding out of all four ring corners. The lights flash back on as this happens. Paul Springer: AHH! .. What the hell!?! Jason Weatherman: Things are on fire here on Massacre! .. What can I say Paul!?! The trash talking continues, though neither men look intimidated by one another. Referee Sheldon Rivera, stands back, obviously not wanting to get inbetween these two seven foot giants. Both men soon take a step back, both unleashing right hands on one another. Typhoon's music quickly fades off as Sheldon calls for the bell to start this one. Jason Weatherman: .. And we are underway with this match! .. Both men obviously have alot to prove here tonight in this match.. Maybe even alittle more presure is on the shoulders of Dustin Thorn considering everything he has claimed the past couple of weeks! Paul Springer: He sucks.. Who sucks??? .. Dustin Blunt! The two continue to exchange blows for alittle while until Typhoon begins to get the better of Dustin. Typhoon gets in hard rights AND lefts, backing Dustin right into the ropes. Typhoon grabs ahold of one of Dustin's arms, irish whipping him into the ropes. Typhoon connects with a big boot to the face of Dustin, though this only makes Dustin stumble a few feet backwards. Typhoon grabs Dustin again, giving him yet another irish whip into the ropes, connecting with another big boot to the face that this time takes the big Dustin off his feet. Typhoon, all worked up, raises both arms in the air quite quickly after doing this, gaining himself a great pop from the Fans. Jason Weatherman: A great ovation here from the Fans to Typhoon! .. Certainly a great sign to be seeing at such an early stage here in his UwF Career! Dustin doesn't stay down for long though, sitting up pretty much strait away whilst Typhoon is working the crowd. Dustin's eyes couldn't be more widen at this time. He looks absolutely enraged at whats just occured as he jumps back to his feet behind Typhoon. Dustin begins to taunt Typhoon, obviously really worked up. Paul Springer: What a dumbass! .. Turn around and pay attention to the damn match! .. AHHH!!!! The taunting continues until Typhoon turns around. Dustin then begins to get the better of Typhoon with rapid right hand punches to the upper mask area. Dustin beats Typhoon right into the ropes before taking a big step back and clotheslining Typhoon over the top rope to the outside. Typhoon lands on his feet on the outside, though still stumbles about alittle due to all the hard right hand shots he just recieved. Dustin gets out of the ring, totally against Referee Sheldon's wishes. He jumps off the apron, hitting Typhoon on the outside with a double arm axe handle, taking the big, red seven footer down. Jason Weatherman: What a beautiful executed double arm axe handle of the apron there from Dustin Thorn! .. THATS how you make waves here in the UwF I tell ya! Paul Springer: Huh??? .. Pfft! .. I had the crowd going alot more in my awesome match! .. Who was my opponent again??? Jason Weatherman: The Lost Soul.. Paul Springer: Oh right, right, right, right, right.. Dustin takes his time in walking over to Typhoon as Sheldon begins to authorize a count out, [ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. ].. Dustin grabs Typhoon by the hair, smashing his head face/mask first into the commentary table.. [ 7.. 8.. ].. Dustin then grabs Typhoon by the back of the head and tosses him back into the ring. He yells alittle trash to one of the Fans in the front row before rolling back into the ring. Typhoon stumbles into one of the corner turn buckles as Dustin calmly moves about inside the ring, focusing alot more on the Fans not so fair reaction towards him. Paul Springer: Look Philly.. Even these people think the guy sucks! Jason Weatherman: How on earth did you get that image!?! Paul Springer: Duh! .. Typhoon does something, they cheer.. Dustin does something better, they do nothin! .. He sucks, sucks, suck-illy-suck-suck-sucks! Dustin grabs Typhoon by the arm and attempts an irish whip from one turn buckle to the other, though he's reversed, with Typhoon actually sending Dustin into the opposite turn buckle. Dustin however, bursts out of the corner turn buckle shortly after connecting with it, taking Typhoon off his feet once again with a stiff clothesline. He then runs into the ropes, jumps, and connects with a leg drop. Dustin hooks Typhoon's leg, giving alittle signal to Referee Sheldon, who slides down for the count, [ 1.. 2.. ].. Typhoon powers out. Jason Weatherman: A kick out there after two.. Ya know Paul, I still can't believe what we saw before the break earlier.. Justin Sane.. The nerve he had to do what he did! Paul Springer: Errr.. I ahh.. Would know.. But The Superior Springer has smart enough to know to get the hell outta there, unlike the ever-so-dumbass Lost Soul! Dustin looks up at Sheldon, looking alittle frustrated about the kickout. He soon extends Typhoon's arm on the mat, jumping up in the air and digging his knee down on Typhoon's arm. Dustin then picks Typhoon up, quickly taking him back down with a high angle back drop. Dustin makes yet another cover, [ 1.. 2..].. Typhoon kicks out once again. Dustin punches the mat, fully showing his frustration towards the kickout. Jason Weatherman: Well.. I wouldn't exactly call The Lost Soul a "dumbass", though sticking around was a mistake for sure! .. He is one hell of an athlete in my right mind that just dont give up! Dustin grabs Typhoon by the hair, really yanking at it as he pulls Typhoon back to his feet. Dustin throws a few real hard right hands before running into the ring ropes and attempting to hit Typhoon with Road Rash. Typhoon however ducks, and Dustin hits Referee Sheldon with the move instead. Paul Springer: Disqulification! Jason Weatherman: Thorn has just connected with Sheldon Rivera with that huge boot for crying out loud! Paul Springer: .. Wanna shut up??? .. I've had a stressful match you know, and I can only take so much! Jason Weatherman: Im doing my damn job! Paul Springer: .. .. .. I dont see two commentators on the UwF Staff Roster hosting every UwF Show! Dustin spins around, only to be met with Typhoon's rather large hand. The crowd begins to rise with cheers as Typhoon boosts Dustin up in the air, slamming him down with the Eye of the Storm. Typhoon gets back to his feet, not making the cover obviously because he knows its not worth it. He walks over to Sheldon and attempts to recover him, though has no success. Jason Weatherman: This one is all said and done right here folks! .. Typhoon with the Eye of the Storm on Dustin Thorn, but thanks for an accident, made by Thorn, Referee Sheldon Rivera is clearly knocked senseless! Paul Springer: You know.. I never understand these crap ass situations.. Why doesn't another crap ass Ref just run his crap ass down to the crap ass ring and count the crap ass fall so we can press the crap ass forward with this crap ass show!?! Typhoon begins to walk around the ring, looking down at Dustin who is clearly out. Typhoon shakes his head, obviously real disappointed at the situation he's stuck in. Down With The Sickness by Disturbed begins to play throughout the arena. The camera flicks to view the stage and ramp areas as fair decent sized, yet unknown, man runs down the ramp way with a steel chair. Jason Weatherman: Oh what now!?! Paul Springer: Finally! .. Some half assed entertainment! The unknown guy slides into the ring with the chair, bouncing to his feet and storming towards Typhoon. He swings the chair at him, though Typhoon ducks. The music gets cut off as Typhoon grabs this unknown guy by the throat, much to the Fans liking. Typhoon quickly signals before hoisting this unknown guy up in the air. Before he can drop him though, the unknown guy uses the steel chair he still holds, wacking Typhoon over the head. This of course makes Typhoon let the guy go. Jason Weatherman: Wait a minute! .. I know who that is! .. Its Jack Kage! .. A recent signer here with the UwF! Paul Springer: Another crap ass jobber??? The unknown guy, now obviously revealed to viewers at home as Jack Kage, wacks the give seven footer across the head again with the chair, however, Typhoon still refuses to go down. Typhoon stumbles back a foot or two before stopping and looking strait toward Jack Kage, shaking his head. Jason Weatherman: Oh boy.. I dont think Typhoon appreciated that one bit! Paul Springer: Errr.. CLEARLY my point right here! .. If Jacky had any damn brains in that junky head of his, then he'd get the hell outta the ring cause its obvious the big red dumbass aint going down even with the use of a damn chair! Jack look on, alittle in shock that all he has just dished out hasn't taken alot of effect. Typhoon soon begins to storm toward Jack, though Jack drops the chair and gets the hell out of the ring. He begins to run up the ramp way as Typhoon remains in the ring, challenging him to come back to the ring. Jason Weatherman: What the hell is Typhoon made of behind that mask!?! .. Two damn chair shots from Jack Kage, and to no effect! Paul Springer: Well, Well.. Atleast theres some people around here with the friken brains to know what to do in a situation like that! .. As you can see, the dumbass Kage gettin the hell outta North Carolina! As the taunting occures, Dustin can be seen climbing back to his feet behind Typhoon. Once on his feet, Dustin realizes whats going on. The camera flicks to view Jack finally exiting behind the curtain. The camera quickly switches back to view the ring area once again. Typhoon turns around, and as he does this, Dustin bolts towards him, connecting with The Dead End. Dustin hooks the leg of Typhoon, yelling out for Sheldon to make the count. Paul Springer: I know I said Thorny sucks, but that was great! Jason Weatherman: Wow! .. Great to see you actually focusing on the game! The Charlotte crowd begin to boo as Sheldon begins to show movement. He looks up, noticing the cover, and begins to make the count, [ 1...... 2...... 3...... ].. Sheldon calls for the bell as Dustin's theme music begins to play. Susanna May: The winner of this contest! .. Dustin Thorn!!!! Dustin climbs back to his feet, getting nothing but heat from the Fans as to how this thing ended. The booing suddenly begins to rise even more. The camera switches to view the stage area, where The Cyclone is standing with a smirk crossing his face. The camera flickers back to view Dustin in the ring, who notices this. Paul Springer: .. Feel the love Jason Weatherman: Feel the love indeed.. These two guys have been at eachothers necks on the UwF Network over the past two weeks! .. Certainly a situation I think is about to explode! The two stare down one another as Massacre goes to commercial break. COMMERCIAL BREAK Massacre comes back on air, this time with the Massacre theme music play throughout the arena. The camera pans around at the audience, switching every few moments to view different sections. Jason Weatherman: A big welcome back to all our viewers watching live from Australia, Canada, and of course, all across America! .. What can be said about this night thus far??? .. Well, the UwF has sure as hell put there name out there with whats occured already.. The thing is, we are still one match away from being over! Paul Springer: Yippy! .. I need a shower.. And stuff.. A small bar appears to one side of the screen, reading the text: "Main Event". Massacre's theme fades off at this time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - MAIN EVENT SCHEDULE FOR ONE FALL REFEREE: TODD WATSON NON TITLE THE CYCLONE VS JUSTIN SANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Fans arise to their feet, sharing fixed emotions as The Beast by The Cyclone Inc. blasts throughout the building. The lights go out with a blue light shining on the stage, ramp and ring areas. This light changes to a red light, going back and forth to the beat of the music. The camera's pan around to view the stage area as The Cyclone steps out from behind the curtain. Without stopping or taking the time to show any emotion, The Cyclone walks down the ramp way, looking to be focused and ready for whats coming up. Susanna May: The following contest is schedule for one fall! .. Introducing first! .. From San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 327 pounds! .. The Cyclone!!!! The Cyclone walks around to one side of the ring before jumping up onto the apron. He walks along the apron, looking out into the crowd with nothing but a look of determination. The Cyclone gets into the ring, raising both arms in the air whilst walking around inside the ring. Jason Weatherman: What a match this is fixing to be Paul.. Two giant UwF Superstars are really, willing, and able to put everything on the line here tonight just to prove exactly who wants it more! .. Its gonna be great! Paul Springer: Beh.. Its a match.. Two goofy dumbasses trying to be as great as yours truly.. The number one Springer! The arenas lights come back on as The Cyclone begins to warm up within the ring. His theme soon comes to an end as the lights begin to flicker. The Fans mixed reaction quite safely said, turns to nothing but boos. Enter the Sandman by Metallica begins to play with the arenas lights going out completely within moments just as two lightening bolts strike the stage area, setting off a whole heap of pyros. Following the pyros are the arenas lights, which begin to flicker once again. The camera angles change every few moments, pumping up the tension even more for viewers at home. Jason Weatherman: Well folks.. We are now awaiting on The Cyclone's opponent here in tonights Main Event.. That of course being the man who quite cowardly attacked a beaten man and a defenseless Referee earlier tonight.. And incase you haven't catched on by now, im refering to quite frankly the sickest S.O.B I've seen to this date in Justin Thorn! Paul Springer: I've gotta give the dude credit.. He has one hell of an entrance! .. He should be proud of himself.. If you thought the booing already heard when the music started was loud enough, then you had better think two, three times over, because as Justin Sane made his way out from the back stage area, he recieved nothing but a roar of enraged Fans, whom show absolutely no respect towards Justin's words or actions. Justin begins to pace quite quickly across the stage area, looking strait down at The Cyclone, who looks strait up at Justin. Susanna May: And his opponent! .. From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 340 pounds! .. Justin Sane!!!! Susanna's voice can hardly be heard when Justin's introduction was made due to all the booing the Fans are dishing out. On the stage area, Justin stops pacing. He points down at The Cyclone, and then begins to make a mad dash down the ramp way toward the ring. Justin slides into the ring at great speed. The lights flash back on to normal, and Justin's theme comes to an end. Senior Referee, Todd Watson calls for the bell to start the match as The Cyclone begins to stomp at Justin, who attempts to get up. Jason Weatherman: Woah-ah! .. Here we go already people! .. No more commercial breaks! .. No more interuptions! .. We are here until the very end, and I can almost promise this will not be a match for the weak hearted! Paul Springer: Yeeeee-Haaaaa!!!! Justin somehow is able to crawl up on his feet, whilst taking the heavy wrap of punches from The Cyclone. Justin manages to block one of the punches, taking The Cyclone down with a feint kick and sweep. Justin then begin to pound the hell outta The Cyclone with hard right hands. This is soon reversed, with The Cyclone rolling Justin onto his back and beginning to lay in the hard rights. The Cyclone bounces to his feet, looking as though he is going to move away from the situation, however, he turns around real quickly and hits Justin dirrectly in the face with a falling knee, followed by a hook of the leg, [ 1.. ].. Justin powers out. The two continue to keep things at a fast pace, with The Cyclone getting up strait after the kickout, and running into the ropes. As he does this, Justin jumps bcak to his feet. The Cyclone soon connects with a shoulder bardge take down. The Cyclone runs back into the ropes as Justin once again crawls back to his feet. The Cyclone attempts another bardge take down, though this time Justin moves out of the way, grabbing The Cyclone by the back of the head and throwing him strait over the top rope, to ringside. Jason Weatherman: Boy did The Cyclone do some flying then! Paul Springer: Its like watching a brick fall.. Justin raises his arms, gaining an enormous responce of boos. He notices The Cyclone getting back to his feet on the outside, so Justin runs into the ropes, jumps up onto the top rope, and leaps off to the outside, hitting The Cyclone with a high flying body press. Jason Weatherman: MY GOD! .. I've seen lightweights do that before, but never a three hundred plus pounder! Paul Springer: .. .. .. Both men lay motionless for a few moments. Todd steps out of the ring to check on both men, though doesn't seem that bothered about ordering them both to get back in the ring just yet. Justin quite obviously is back to his feet first, shortly followed by The Cyclone, who uses the ring stairs to pull himself up with. Justin, who is standing infront of the commentary table, notices that The Cyclone is now standing. He begins to breath heavily, looking as though he never wanted to see the guy standing. Justin then yells in a fit of rage as he begins to bolt toward The Cyclone. Justin attempts to hit The Institution, however The Cyclone moves out of the way in the nick of time, allowing Justin to connect with the steel ring stairs. On impact, the stairs go flying, and the noise echos for what seems like forever. Paul Springer: Holy Shit! Jason Weatherman: Holy blah-blah damn right! .. Justin may of seperated a shoulder or even his neck with the speed he was at on impact! .. I cant understand why Senior Referee, Todd Watson, is allowing this to go on though! .. He should be enforcing a ten second count out, or atleast ording the men to return to the ring, however, he's conducting no such act! The Cyclone walks over to where Ring Announcer, Susanna May is sitting. He almost pushes her out of her seat, though he is smart enough to quickly move. The Cyclone picks up the steel chair and walks back over to where Justin is laying on half of the stairs. The Cyclone lines up what looks to be Justin's injured shoulder. The Cyclone swings the chair back above his head and attempts to connect, though thats where Todd draws the line. Todd grabs ahold of the steel chair, trying to take it away from the seven foot Beast. The Fans obviously boo to this decision, though nothing can be done about it. The Cyclone argues with Todd, allowing Justin to come up from behind and hit a low-blow, not seen by Todd quite obviously. The Cyclone drops the steel chair. Justin bounces to his feet with whatever energy he has, taking down The Cyclone with a DDT that lands on the chair. Jason Weatherman: Oh for christ sake, this is nothing more than a bloody no disqulification match! .. Do something Todd for pete sakes! Paul Springer: This is my style of wrestling.. Or life if you wanna call it.. Hardcore all the way baby! .. hehe Justin yells in pain, yet seems as though he is loving it as he crawls back to his feet, favouring his right shoulder dearly. Justin stumbles over to The Cyclone, picking him up by the hair and pushing him back into the ring. Before getting back into the ring, Justin picks up the chair The Cyclone was DDT'ed on, and slides it into the ring aswell. Todd begins to get in Justin's face about this, though Justin simply pushes Todd to one side before rolling back into the ring. Jason Weatherman: A lack of disrespect right there by Justin Sane.. Yet ANOTHER disqulification could, and should be taking place right here! Justin covers The Cyclone once fully in the ring. Todd crawls back into the ring quickly to make the count, [ 1.. 2.. ].. The Cyclone gets a shoulder up. Justin stares toward Todd, obviously not liking the two count. Jason Weatherman: I wouldn't be counting The Beast out yet.. Sane isn't exactly the only guy in this company powerful enough to cause alot of damage Paul Springer: Your so right dude! .. I am powerful too! Jason Weatherman: .. .. .. Justin pulls himself back to his feet, signaling something out to the Fans. The Cyclone stumbles his way back up, only to recieve a toe kick to the gut. Justin then sets The Cyclone up, executing the Elektrik Shok. The Fans boo as Justin turns The Cyclone over and makes a cover, [ 1.. 2.. ].. The Cyclone somehow gets a shoulder up just in time. Jason Weatherman: What the hell!?! .. The Cyclone has just kicked out of the Elektrik Shok, and these Fans can't believe it! Paul Springer: They can't!?! .. I can't! Justin stumbles up to his feet, getting right in Todd's face about the pinfall. He soon looks down at The Cyclone, shaking his head in disbelief. Justin then moves to one of the turn buckle corners, signaling for The Cyclone to get up. Jason Weatherman: Oh no.. I think I know whats coming up here Ladies and Gentlemen, and it doesn't look good for The Cyclone if Sane can pull it off! The Cyclone begins to crawl his way to the ring ropes, pulling himself up real slowly. Once up on his feet, he slowly begins to turn around. As he does this, he picks up the steel chair. Justin begins to run toward The Cyclone, attempting to hit The Institution, however, The Cyclone wacks Justin dirrectly in the skull with the steel chair. Todd yells for the bell to be rung as Fans begin to boo like crazy toward The Cyclone's acts. Jason Weatherman: OH! .. MY! .. GOD!!!! Paul Springer: .. That was one hell ova chair shot! Jason Weatherman: Damn right it was, but why!?! .. Its cost The Cyclone the damn match! The Cyclone begins to give a sick, twisted, psychotic look of his own as he looks around at all the Fans. The camera switches to view a close up on Justin laying on the mat. He lifts his head up ever so slightly to reveal alot of blood gushing from his forehead. Susanna May: Ladies and Gentlemen.. Your winner via disqulification.. Justin Sane!!!! The Cyclone's pure dark, evil look completely whipes off his face after hearing the announcement. He then raises the chair up above his head and begins to brutally wack Justin rapidly across the back. Jason Weatherman: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH DAMNIT!!!! After doing a fair bit of damage, The Cyclone throws the chair to the mat and yells out for a microphone. Once getting one, The Cyclone moves back into the ring, hovering right over Justin's bloody, damaged body. The Cyclone: .. Answer The Beast this one question! .. How much of a gimmick is this!?! .. WELL!?!?! The Cyclone slaps Justin across the back of the head, adding insult to injury. The Cyclone: Do you honestly believe The Beast gives a rats ass about losing to you by disqulification!?! .. WELL!?!?! .. Justin, what you need to be reminded of right here and now is of alittle saying that goes something like this! .. "He who laughs last, laughs loudest"! .. Heard of it ya sorry son of a b*tch!?! The Fans echo the arena with boos as The Cyclone continues to humiliate Justin. The Cyclone: But more importantly Justin! .. Right here tonight on the UwF's very first broadcast, it will FOREVER remain in the record books that The Beast stood right up there with Justin Sane! .. Hell, ABOVE Justin Sane sounds more correct! .. THE BEAST! .. HAS SPOKEN!!!! Following The Cyclone's words, he wacks Justin one last time across the back of the head, this time with the microphone. The Cyclone then spits on Justin before exiting the ring. He begins to head up the ramp way, looking back on the damage and destruction he has just caused. Jason Weatherman: What a sadistic, self centred you-know-what is The Cyclone! .. This is horrible! .. Its disrespectful! .. By God, its not right! Just when you think its all over, Nathan Hella suddenly walks out from behind the curtain. He begins to walk down the ramp way, passing The Cyclone as if he wasn't even there. The Fans cheer like hell for the Owner of the company as he walks up the ring stairs and gets into the ring. Paul Springer: Its my main man Hella! Jason Weatherman: Mr. Hella is here! .. I thought he said he wasn't going to be though!?! Paul Springer: Who the hell cares!?! Nathan picks up the microphone lying in the middle of the ring. He walks over to Justin, turning him over so he is laying on his face. Blood pours out quite badly as Nathan puts a boot on Justin's chest before speaking. Nathan Hella: What you see right here is where Justin Sane stands here in the United Wrestling Federation! .. Right here people, is where Justin Sane belongs here in the United Wrestling Federation! The Charlotte crowd bursts out with a roar of boos towards Nathan. Nathan Hella: You know! .. Alittle earlier I said that I never understood what Justin has been talking about when it comes to lawsuits.. Though after some time to think about it, I finally remembered exactly what happened between the two of us oh so many years ago! .. Oh yeah! .. I, Nathan Hella, BEAT Justin Sane in a lawsuit case! .. And right here, in this industry he feels he belongs in, I will beat him yet again! Nathan makes sure his boot is carefully on Justin's chest, and that Justin's shoulders are down. Nathan Hella: One! .. Two! .. Three! Nathan begins to laugh after cockily counting himself over Justin's bloody, busted up body. The camera flicks to view The Cyclone at the top of the ramp way, smirking whilst clapping his hands. Jason Weatherman: Would ya get a load of this! .. It makes me sick to the gut! .. First its The Cyclone! .. And now the God damn Owner of this company! .. All trampling over the pride of Justin Sane for God sakes! Paul Springer: Hey ya! .. Hella just beat Sane! Paul can be heard laughing as the camera switches back to view Nathan quite calmly, and slowly, exiting the ring to a chorus of "Hella Sucks" chants. Jason Weatherman: Ohh man oh man hell is about to freeze over! .. This aint over by a long damn shot! .. If you thought Sane couldn't get any worse, then hows the man gonna react after tonight!?! .. Time will tell! .. But we are outta time folks! Paul Springer: WOO-HOO!!!! Jason Weatherman: .. Be checking your local TV guides for Tornado, set to air this Thursday Night! .. For Paul Springer, im Jason Weatherman! .. GOODNIGHT!!!! Nathan reaches the top of the ramp way where The Cyclone is standing. He turns around and grabs ahold of The Cyclone's arm, raising it in the air with a smile. No music plays or anything, just the mere sound of Fans totally pissed off. The Hella Entertainment Copyright text appears at the bottom of the screen before the UwF goes off the air. END OF BROADCAST ~ DISCLAIMER ~ All images shown on this site are created by Nathan Hella unless shown otherwise. The United Wrestling Federation is in no way linked to the WWE, XPW or WWA, nor has it been created as a profit-making organization. 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