Live From: Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, Australia KAAAA-BOOOOOOOM!!! There's an explosion of color on the screen as a massive pyrotechnic display goes off atop the ramp, kicking 10-10-10 off with a bang... literally. The camera pans the fans as always, and they scream as they appear on the X-TRON in turn, flashing tee shirts and signs in support of their favorite superstars, past and present. "RIGG vs. BALLS... TITANS NEVER DIE!"
"THE FOUNDATION FEARS LEE STONE... WAIT A SECOND..."
"WHERE THE F@CK IS COOPER?"
"IN MY COURT CASE AGAINST TRAGEDY... I CALLED JOHNNY COCHRAN!" The fans continue to scream as the cameras all come together, and the image on the X-TRON is the top of the stage where the smoke is still clearing. They begin to quiet themselves as the image remains fixed, but no one quite understands what is going on. Soon, the arena is nearly completely silent, and the fans wait on the edge of their seats for whatevers coming next. "Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw 'em up and let something shine while I'm going out of my fucking mind!" The crowd absolutely explodes as "BLEED IT OUT" by LINKIN PARK begins to play, and another small shower of sparks comes up from the stage, and JAMES RAVEN makes his way out onto the top of the ramp from the backstage area. He's dressed casually in a pair of designer jeans, and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a blue and silver tie topping off the entire look. He tries to speak into his microphone, but the crowd noise is so loud that it drowns out his words. He bends over slightly and laughs to himself before holding up his hand and waving to the Australian fans. Finally, they begin to quiet once more, and with a wide smile on his face JAMES makes another attempt to speak. JAMES: Well, MELBOURNE... I've got to say that it feels damned good to be back. A huge pop erupts from the fans, earning another grin from the boss. JAMES: Yeah, you can take that as me making the rumors official... you can stop combing message boards for any shreds of truth, you can stop listening to 'industry insiders' speculate on every comment made by the spotlight operator on whats going to happen with the company... none of them know the truth like I do. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm fucking back. The cheers that follow that statement are unlike anything ever heard in that arena, a deafening roar that forces the 10-10-10 producers to lower the sound and protect the home audiences. JAMES, however, loves every single second of it. After nearly a minute, they calm down again and JAMES begins to walk the stage as he speaks to them. JAMES: That's right, JAMES RAVEN is running the show again, and I'm not here to run JENSEN KENT into the mud or anything like that... but let's face it, the guy is a douche. The guy is a tool. The guy is a selfish prick who only took this position to try and serve his own goals, and when he found out it wasn't happening... the guy tried to ruin this place and bail. Did you know he asked to buy the company off of me? His whole two month GM career was just a power play to try and snag the ownership... and when I said no? Well, it was a matter of days before he was gone. The fans boo loudly, and JAMES lets them vent the frustration. Eventually he calms them down and continues. JAMES: Also, a word of advice to anyone hoping to someday be a General Manager in this company... don't charge your hookers on company credit cards. I actually still check those bills. A loud laugh ripples through the fans, RAVEN included. JAMES: Now, with that taken care of... some of you may have seen the last episode of ANARCHY where JAYZON WILLIAMZ handed the XTREME title back to the tool who shall not be named. Now, in the past week, since the rumors I was coming back started, I've gotten quite a few e-mails asking me what my plans for the strap are... someone suggested I give it back to PETER GILMOUR. No. Someone suggested we do away with the 'useless piece of shit title' and let JENSEN hold onto it as a parting gift... definitely not. Hell, someone even said I should hang onto it and get back in the ring. As tempting as that is, this time around I'm focusing on running the place... I don't have it in me to do both. Cheers of support from the crowd. JAMES: With that said, after some serious thought... my first order of business as acting General Manager of the XWF, aside from planning this entire damned show that is, is to announce that the following triple threat match will officially be fore the XWF XTREME title! WHAT THE HELL!?!?!? THE XTREME TITLE IS GOING TO BE ON THE LINE RIGHT NOW, WITH THREE XWF NEWBIES IN THEIR FIRST MATCH!?!?! This is insane! HOOOD, MIKE THORNTON and LAZARUS BLACK all make their way out from the back, standing on the stage behind RAVEN and looking back and forth at each other eagerly, all wanting to make the most of this opportunity. JAMES turns slowly to face them, then points to the ring. JAMES: Go show me something, boys... The trio makes their way down the ramp towards the ring while a referee brings the XTREME title out from the back. The fans cheer as RAVEN begins to make his way backstage, but before he disappears from sight, he turns out for one last thing. JAMES: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages... welcome to 10-10-10! The fans continue to cheer as RAVEN disappears, and the focus switches to the three rookies in the ring, ready to kick off their XWF careers.
The three men are in the ring staring each with intense eyes. The bell rings and HOOOD delivers a running dropkick to th side of THORNTONs head sending him to the outside. HOOOD barely has time to recover before kicked in the stomach by BLACK, BLACK drives his knee into HOOODs stomach several times before he throws HOOOD over the top rope straight on to THORNTON who is just now standing, BLACK stalks the prey outside of the ring, waiting till the stand to strike. They do and BLACK gets a running start to fly over the ropes with a corkscrew senton to the outside hitting HOOOD, it appears THORNTON saw it coming and was able to move. Both BLACK and HOOOD are down and THORNTON sees his oppurtunity. He runs and kicks BLACK in the ribs sending sliding across the floor. He grabs HOOOD and lifts him up. He brings him down with a body slam that echos throughout the arena. He begins to taunt HOOOD and showboat to the fans. HOOOD slowly makes his way on to his hands and knees, when THORNTONs notices him, but before he can react BLACK, using HOOOD a springboard hits a devestating dropkick which sends THORNTON to the ground. BLACK and HOOOD stand up and begin exchanging punches, HOOOD kicks BLACK in the stomach and performs a spinning neckbreaker... NO!!! BLACK counters and hits a tornado ddt using the barricade as a step ladder. HOOODs head bangs across the floor and HOOOD is out cold. BLACK stands up and is met with a big boot to the face as THORNTON just runs over BLACK. He grabs BLACK and rolls him into the ring, he slides in after him and attempts a pin. ONE!!!
Kickout by BLACK. THORNTON stands up angry and begins delivering stomps to BLACKs head. HOOOD is back up on the apron, a small trickle of blood dripping from his head. SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK STRAIGHT TO THORTONS HEAD! THORNTON is out cold. Standing shooting star press landing directly on THORNTON. He pins THORNTON. ONE!!!
NO! The pin is broked up by BLACK. HOOOD stands ups and delivers some stiff kicks to the chest of a less than fully aware BLACK. BLACK ducks the 4th kick, and as HOOOD spins around, BLACK grabs the leg of HOOOD, rolls him over and locks in a modified single leg boston crab. HOOOD screams in pain but the hold is broken up by THORNTON who delivers a knee to the side of BLACKS head.THORNTON grabs the downed HOOOD and lifts him up. He goes for the Time To Go, but HOOOD counters with inverted ddt. Hoood climbs to the top rope and moonsault to the downed THORNTON. Cover! ONE!!!
BLACK breaks up the count, BLACK picks HOOOD up, counter, backflip kick by HOOOD, wait, BLACK counters by grabbing HOOODs foot in midair, ANKLE LOCK, ANKLE LOCK, HOOOD is screaming in pain and attempts to make it to the ropes but cant, he begins to tap when THORNTON delivers a spear that descimates BLACK. THORNTON covers BLACK. ONE!!!
Kickout at the last second. THORNTON kicks HOOOD a couple times to make sure he stays down. He picks up BLACK and delivers a hard ddt. Another cover! ONE!!!
Kickout again by BLACK. THORNTON picks BLACK up once again and prepares for a Power Bomb, he lifts BLACK up, wait COUNTER BY BLACK, BLACK SLIDES HIS LEG ACROSS THE THROAT OF THORTON AND FALLS BACK. THE LAZARUS PIT, BLACK HAS LOCKED IN THE LAZARUS PIT. We can see the life slowly fading from THORNTONs face. HOOOD is trying to get over and break the hold... BUT IT'S TOO LATE!!! MIKE THORNTON TAPS OUT!!! MIKE THORNTON has tapped! WINNER AND NEW XTREME CHAMPION: 
Match Time: 7 minutes 23 seconds Match Rating: * * 3/4 Suddenly, "Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits on the PA and DOWNFALL walks out onto the stage. The man everyone loves to hate strides out, and the crowd starts to boo, although a few cheers ring out as well. He smirks as if he could care less what any of them think. He holds his arms out in a gesture for them to take it all in, as he makes his way to the ring. DOWNFALL climbs in and takes a microphone right away, none of that wasting time to pose garbage. DOWNFALL: It seems, as of late, a lot of people have been coming out of the woodwork, since I showed my face in the XWF, from a former stable of mine, a big, running faction known as N.O.W. He chuckles. DOWNFALL: There's just one problem with that... I had no idea what any of those guys were talking about. FAMINE OF THE VILE, PETER GILMOUR, RJ PALMER, all of them made references to me being the weakest link of this great stable, and being a groupie, and being unworthy of FAMINE offering me membership, but again, we ran into the problem of what any of those mental midgets were talking about. So I ran the tapes, and I went through pay-roll records, and I asked around. If there was a DOWNFALL in the N.O.W... who was it? Well... after a lengthy search... I now introduce you, ladies and gentlemen... to... well, DOWNFALL. "The Night" by Disturbed, DOWNFALL's old music, plays and a man who looks almost eeriely like DOWNFALL comes swaggering out to a chorus of boo's. The real DOWNFALL nods his head in amusement, as the fake points to his shirt, which is a N.O.W stable shirt, and makes a number one gesture. He gets in the ring and poses on the top rope before getting down. DOWNFALL: Now, "DOWNFALL"... first of all, I have to say, you are one handsome sonofabitch... "Downfall": Thank you, you know FAMINE hand-picked me to be part of his stable war against TERRELL ODOM and the KIA. DOWNFALL: Fascinating. And what did you accomplish in your tenure there? "Downfall": Uhhh... nothing that I remember? I might have gotten my ass beaten by E-MAN and RYAN BLACK a lot. The real DOWNFALL, remembering the one match he had against those two clowns and how annoying they were, grimaces, but nods his head. "Downfall": And RJ PALMER beat me once he turned on the N.O.W... and then they kicked me out of the group and I guess I got my ass kicked by BIGG RIGG a bit more... DOWNFALL: In any of that point in time, did you open your mouth and do a promo, or let anybody know you weren't really me in any other way? "Downfall": Not... really, dude... Look, it was just a quick paycheck, I came out here, stood in the back during a bunch of stable promos and interfered in a match or two, and that was it. DOWNFALL: But you did it under my name, and now I have to live with what you did as me when I clearly wasn't around to put any effort, which, as anybody who knows me could tell you, isn't like me. How in the name of hell was anybody fooled by you? Uneasy, the fake DOWNFALL shrugs, and grins, embarassed and terrified. DOWNFALL: You, sir, are a tool. You're free to go, as long as you never show your face around here again. Nervousness fading, the fake smiles a little, and begins to exit the ring. DOWNFALL: Oh, wait, just one thing. The fake turns around and DOWNFALL blasts him with a Beast Kick. DOWNFALL pounces on his double and begins whaling away with right hands to the forehead, stiff shots that beat his double down until his head is limp. DOWNFALL lifts the double up and puts him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry position before unloading on him with a vicious Dragonslayer that makes the kid roll around, holding his mouth. DOWNFALL isn't finished as he strap the fake DOWNFALL into a Dragon's Fang crossface submission. The double screams in agony, and begins tapping out, but DOWNFALL tightens the hold relentlessly. After a moment, he passes out. DOWNFALL releases the hold and gets to his feet. He takes the mic back up. DOWNFALL: Let this be a message to anyone who thinks that when they crushed the DOWNFALL that was a lackey in the N.O.W, they were getting the real deal. That "Downfall", was a joke, as I don't care what state of mind I was in, I would never work with a gang of ridiculous, freak-show b-listers like TRENT GEIN, FAMINE OF THE VILE and PETER freaking GILMOUR. The real DOWNFALL is back, and you can bet your ass that I will show twice as much effort than this clown and I will make my name something to be respected... and I will wash all resemblance of the joke this man made of my name away. No stables. No assistance. Just me. And I dare any one of my former "stable mates" to do otherwise. It starts with PETER GILMOUR, who's going to get the biggest taste of what I did to "Downfall" tonight. As he says this, he rips the N.O.W shirt off the fake Downfall's body and lifts it up before spitting on it. He exits the ring, shouting to Gilmour that he's next.
Three men... one ring... only one winner. Huh, this should be interesting. None of 'em know who they want to gun for first. They pace around the ring, keeping an eye on each other for the first move of the match. ERIC ANDERSON leaps toward BLACK DEATH, and IT'S ON! JUSTIN ZANE enters the fray, and soon the three men are beating on each other with flying fists of pure... I don't know, adrenaline? Who knows? That's not important, anyway. What's important is that we get to watch three men pound the piss out of each other for our amusement! ZANE and BLACK DEATH work together to take down ANDERSON. ERIC gets shuffled back into the turnbuckle and, working together, DEATH and ZANE whip him into the opposing turnbuckle. They charge at him simultaneously, but ERIC gets both his feet up in time to shove 'em off! He follows up with a Running Dropkick to JUSTIN ZANE! BLACK DEATH spins ERIC around and clobbers him with a big right-handed slap to the chest! BLACK DEATH WITH THE AXE OF THOR! ANDERSON goes down! ZANE'S back to his feet, and the two men slug it out back and forth. BLACK DEATH, being a man of considerable size (eh, ladies?), whips ZANE into the turnbuckle and unleashes a whole buttload of hurt on ZANE--rights and lefts, left and rights, ups and downs, ins and outs! We haven't seen fury like this since Chris Brown and Rihanna! ANDERSON slowly makes his way to his feet again and he attacks BLACK DEATH from behind. DEATH turns his attention back to the little nuisance... who doesn't seem to want anything to do with him anymore! ANDERSON backs up, and ZANE comes up from behind. ERIC moves in, and together he and ZANE double-team BLACK DEATH! ZANE'S got his arms wrapped around DEATH'S throat, and ERIC is trying to knock the big man down at the knees. DEATH stumbles... and he falls to one knee... CAN THESE MEN CAPITALIZE ON THE BIGGEST MAN??? NO! DEATH IS BACK TO HIS FEET! He throws ZANE off him and knocks ANDERSON down with a boot to the face! ZANE rolls out of the ring, out of harm's way. DEATH lifts ANDERSON high above his head... What's he going for??? OH, MY LORD! HE JUST LET HIM DROP FROM, LIKE, SEVEN FEET IN THE AIR! ANDERSON writhes in pain from the impact of the fall... AND BLACK DEATH CARRIES THROUGH WITH A FULL BODY STOMP! HE MAKES THE COVER! ONE!!!
NO! ZANE'S IN TO MAKE THE SAVE! He starts to unleash HELL on BLACK DEATH, punching and clawing... BITING BLACK DEATH! The latter is trying to shove ZANE off, but ZANE is relentless! ANDERSON slowly starts to recover, and he joins in on the fray. ANDERSON and ZANE whip BLACK DEATH into the turnbuckle and charge toward him, but HE LEVELS THEM WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! BLACK DEATH IS ON FIRE! Think about it, it almost sounds like a video game ending, doesn't it? You know, where the Boss man finally gets what's coming to him, except... he's the one dealing out the pain in this video game! Err... Match-up, I meant. Anyway, DEATH continues the one-on-two assault, taking turns beating on ERIC, then ZANE, then back to ERIC--making sure neither man gets back up. As they do, he knocks them right back down again. BLACK DEATH DRIVER ON JUSTIN ZANE! He rolls out of the ring! ANDERSON'S NEXT! TWO BLACK DEATH DRIVERS IN A ROW! BLACK DEATH HOOKS THE LEG! IT'S OVER! IT HAS TO BE! ONE!!!
WINNER: BLACK DEATH HAS DONE IT! HE'S DONE IT! HE WAS DOMINANT TONIGHT IN HIS SPECIAL APPEARANCE! BLACK DEATH PROVED TO BE TOO MUCH FOR ERIC ANDERSON AND JUSTIN ZANE! ERIC ANDERSON DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE FROM THE GET-GO! THIS ONE IS OVER! BLACK DEATH STANDS TALL AND VICTORIOUS! GREAT WORK, YOU FREAK! The X-Tron lights up with a view backstage as STEVE SAYORS awkwardly opens a door to reveal the splendour of KIERAN KING THE ALMIGHTY. He’s doing some stretches or some uninteresting thing like that, mentioned only to make this paragraph look like it offers more than it actually does. The UNIVERSAL TITLE is on the floor, looking like it’s just been discarded there willy-nilly. When KING sees SAYORS enter, he quickly scoops the belt up, looking guilty, and rests it on his shoulder. KING: Yo! SAYORS! My favouritist reporter in the whole wide world! What can I do for you, homeslice? SAYORS doesn’t understand why KING is so uncharacteristically happy to see him, but he’s not going to let this golden opportunity go to waste. SAYORS: Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that... He points at the UNIVERSAL TITLE. KING: Well that’s awfully convenient, because I wanted to talk about this belt myself. Anyone would think that maybe we planned this or something. KING gives a weird look to the camera. Fourth wall broken, bitches! KING: What did you want to ask? SAYORS: You’ve been carrying the title around ever since ACE VINCENT got err... injured. Are you worried at all about what management is going to decide to do with the title? KING: No, not in the slightest. I can explain why through a major announcement that I need to make. I was going to save it for the ring, but I’m just so gosh-darn giddy about it that I don’t think I can hold off any longer. Bring that camera in close onto my face. The camera zooms in. KING: I... KIERAN KING... Conqueror of the British Empire in Africa in General and Uganda in Particular... have been officially named the number one contender for the Universal Title. Oh, it’s good to be the king! SAYORS: But... KIERAN... KING: Don’t throw that world around, STEVIE BOY! “But” nothing! This title is as good as mine! SAYORS: But it’s not yours, KIERAN. Not yet anyway. There is no current champion, so who are you going to face for it? KING: It doesn’t matter. Look, I’ll get serious here. I KNOW that I’m not actually the Universal Champion right now. I never said I was. People have a tendency to hear what they want to hear, and mark me as the villain without actually listening to what I’m saying. The fact is, as I showed last week against JAYZON WILLIAMZ, I am more than capable of beating anybody and everybody. So people can go ahead and frown upon my actions, they can tell me how I treat the XWF like my own personal playground, no-showing and throwing matches to my heart’s content, but what NOBODY is able to tell me is that I’m not the best wrestler in XWF history. Sure, it’s an aggrandized claim, and the evidence doesn’t wholly support it, but there is NOTHING to suggest that I shouldn’t be considered. So what I’m going to do now, is go out there against STEVE JASON, whoop his bitch-ass, go on to AUTUMN IN HELL, and then I’ll whoop whoever they throw at me there. Despite what people may think, I HAVE thought this through. I do weigh up the consequences of my actions. The difference between me and everybody else, is that if I have to fight the entire world, then I will. I’ll believe I have a shot at winning, too. The harder I make things on myself, the better I’ll be once it’s over. I enjoy the challenge, and it’s because I’m not like your run-of-the-mill, arrogant dickwad... I’m not the virus here, I’m the antidote. The X-TRON fades to black.
CENTURION and LEGION lock up, and the match is underway. CENTURION whips LEGION into the ropes and charges up from behind with a Clothesline. LEGION tumbles over to the ringside area. The fans applaud CENTURION with respect. LEGION stands to his feet, shrugging off the Clothesline. CENTURION takes a few steps back to let LEGION know it's "OK" to get back into the ring. LEGION slides beneath the bottom rope and charges toward CENTURION. The two men grapple again, but soon CENTURION breaks the hold, whipping LEGION right around. CENTURION follows up with a Roundhouse Kick to LEGION'S temple. LEGION goes down and CENTURION falls back to catch his breath. LEGION'S as quick to his feet as he can be, but soon he's met with a boot to the gut. CENTURION flattens him with a DDT. The audience shows its approval with deafening roars. CENTURION grabs LEGION'S legs, looking for the FALL OF ROME early on this match, but LEGION kicks him away. The two men lock horns and LEGION gets the upperhand for the first time tonight. He whips CENTURION into the turnbuckle and follows through with a Clothesline. CENTURION tumbles forward and falls chest-first to the mat. LEGION capitalizes by attempting to lock in his FUSION manuever. CENTURION doesn't allow for him to lock it in, so LEGION gives up, taking a few steps backward. As CENTURION gets back to his feet LEGION sweeps him off said feet with a kick to the back of the legs. LEGION mounts CENTURION and drills his elbow into his face. CENTURION struggles to break himself free, finally able to flip LEGION off. The two men charge toward each other and lock up again. LEGION gets the upperhand, kicking CENTURION in the midsection. He plants CENTURION with a DDT of his own. The fans boo LEGION, which is completely natural. He wouldn't expect anything less. LEGION lets CENTURION taste the bottom of his boot, grinding it into his face. He takes a step back and orders CENTURION to come at him. CENTURION does, but LEGION counters his offense with an Armdrag Takedown. LEGION again goes for the FUSION, this time he's successful in locking it it. It could be over already, folks! But no! CENTURION refuses to submit! LEGION breaks the hold, frustrated. He takes to the turnbuckle, but CENTURION knocks him off! LEGION goes sailing to the ringside area for the second time! CENTURION rests against the turnbuckle, trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. LEGION rolls around on the outside, until finally he picks himself back up and rolls into the ring. CENTURION attempts a Clothesline on LEGION, but LEGION ducks. He charges the ropes and comes back with an extreme boot to the face. CENTURION goes down! If pinfalls were allowed, LEGION could probably get it after that hard knock to CENTURION face! Somebody's gonna have to get his dentures checked after tonight, I know that much! LEGION attempts to lock in the Camal Clutch (FUSION) again, but CENTURION rolls him off. Surprisingly, CENTURION starts to fight back like he was fresh from the locker room! The audience stands behind him 110%! Lefts and rights to LEGION until finally he's pressed up against the turnbuckle. CENTURION grabs his arm and whips him into the opposite end. He charges toward LEGION, but LEGION gets a boot up. NO CONNECTION! CENTURION has stopped himself just in time to NOT get another boot to the face! LEGION charges him, but CENTURION lays him out with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! He locks in the FALL OF ROME! THE CROWD ROARS IN ANTICIPATION! COULD THIS BE IT?!?! LEGION is screaming out in pain as CENTURION cinches the hold in tighter and tighter... His hand is hovering over the canvas... this doesn't look good for LEGION! HE TAPS!!! CENTURION MAKES LEGION TAP AND THIS ONE IS ALL OVER!!! WINNER: A triumphant return for CENTURION! The XWF Legend rises to his feet, limping slightly as the referee throws his hand in the air in celebration. CENTURION clutches the knee he injured a month ago and hobbles slowly over to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top and posing triumphantly for the fans. He climbs down carefully and makes his way over to LEGION who rises to his feet as well, and the two stare each other down for a minute... and then... They shake hands! The crowd cheers the sign of sportsmanship, and we see CENTURION mouth the words 'thank you' before turning away and making his way out of the ring as the cameras fade out. We see HUNTER RYAN making his way down the hallway chatting away on his cell phone, when he spots someone out of the corner of his eye. HUNTER: LAZARUS right? What can I do for you? LAZARUS stares at HUNTER with a deathly glare for several moments before he walks away. HUNTER is left with a very confused look on his face. The scene cuts to the backstage area with STEVE SAYORS standing beside VINIC DUSHANE. The United States Champion stands with the belt slung over his shoulder and wearing his typical ring attire of tattered blue jeans and a black "wife beater". STEVE SAYORS: I'm joined at this time by the current United States Champion, VINIC DUSHANE. VINIC, you're set to face off against MIA SANCHEZ and ROXY NOVA in a handicapped match in just a short bit. How do you feel heading into this 2 on 1 situation? VINIC DUSHANE: It's like this STEVE. I became the United States Champion a few short weeks ago after winning a triple threat match against RJ PALMER and HUNTER RYAN. No easy task at all. STEVE SAYORS: Nope. VINIC DUSHANE: That wasn't a match that was held under the handicapped rule stipulation, but the fact of the matter is that I had to defeat two XWF superstars to hold this title over my shoulder. I was ready for it on that night and even though my title isn't up for grabs in this match up, I'm ready to act like I'm defending it tonight. SAYORS nods his head in understanding, and points at the title on VINIC's shoulder. STEVE SAYORS: Speaking of being our United States Champion, it has been all quiet on the home front as far as possible contenders or future match ups for your title. Why do you suppose that is? VINIC DUSHANE: Let me ask you this... why do you suppose I keep beating everyone that I have to face off against? STEVE SAYORS: Well, you're a very talented name on this roster. VINIC DUSHANE: Exactly, STEVE. I'm a very talented name on this roster. Well put. STEVE SAYORS: Thank you. VINIC nods his head in acknowledgement. VINIC DUSHANE: You're welcome. Now... I haven't been the most vocal about calling people out since I showed up in Xtreme Wrestling. I don't have a lot of needs. I don't have a lot of demands. As far as I can recall, I have asked for two things around here. One, I asked for an opportunity at the Hart Title. Two, I asked for RJ PALMER. Looking back on those requests, I won the Hart title and I beat RJ PALMER. Getting to the point here, I get what I want when I want it. After tonight, all I want is a little competition. I'm growing a little irritated listening to everyone doubting my ability as I continue to make this roster tap out one superstar at a time. When the situation calls for me to step up, I step up. When the situation says that I only need to give an average effort to win, then I give an average effort and win. It's real simple. STEVE SAYORS: So what are you saying? VINIC DUSHANE: What I'm saying is that if you think I'm just some lame duck paper champion, just waiting for the first person with some balls to come take this belt from me, then why don't you be the first one to step up with a real challenge for me. If you think you have the brass to kick my ass, then why don't you show me that it's more than just lip service. VINIC DUSHANE steps away from the camera as the scene cuts out. The camera returns to the ring as the fans settle in their seats, ready for the first official HELL DOME qualifying match. They wait patiently, and suddenly to their delight, the arena lights dim and the building is plunged into total darkness. The red strobe lights flash slowly in the rafters, and a pyrotechnic display goes off atop the ramp as "DADDY'S FALLEN ANGEL" by IN THIS MOMENT begins to play. "Pull these scars off my eyes
The guitar riff finishes, and for the first time we see an ominous figure looming behind the black curtain. Slowly, PETER GILMOUR makes his way out on to the stage, a black vest buttoned tightly and black tights emblazoned with a bold "P.B.K." on each side in bright, flamboyant pink. He stares out at the crowd, who boo's him loudly, and begins to make his way calmly down to the ring. He ignores the fans as he makes his way down the ramp, and even shoots one young XWF fan a menacing look bound to cause nightmares. "You left me there alone
Finally, he reaches the steel steps, making his way up and climbing into the ring through the ropes. The ring announcer clutches a microphone tightly, but with a silent and cold stare and a quick flash of the hand, PETER snatches it away from him and sends the terrified employee fleeing from the ring. He slowly makes his way around the ring as the music continues, and the red lights rise to bull blast. "In my dreams last night I saw your face
The music fades out, and the arena lights return to normal. PETER stops pacing in the ring and looks out at the fans, lifting the microphone slowly to his lips, hissing two solitary words. PETER: DAMIEN... BATES... The crowd falls silent at the mention of PETER's newfound rival and all eyes are on the former five time XTREME champion PETER: DAMIEN, I asked for a match with you here tonight... No, I BEGGED for a match with you... but no matter who I went to, they told me the same thing. They told me 'DAMIEN is gone, you chased him away', they told me you were out of the XWF forever, and that not only had I won the battle... I had won the damned war. I'm disappointed in you, DAMIEN. You were supposed to be the man that ended me, the man that pushed me to my limits... you were supposed to be my downfall... and you simply ended up being a coward without the coura- PETER is interrupted as 'PSYCHOSOCIAL' by SLIPKNOT suddenly begins to blare over the speaker systems, and DOWNFALL makes his way out onto the stage, a wide grin on his face and a microphone in his hand as he stares down GILMOUR. DOWNFALL: Did someone just call me, kiddo? I could have sworn I heard my name. GILMOUR: Stfu, DOWNFALL... I'll deal with you in a minute. DOWNFALL: No, PETEY, you're actually going to deal with me right now. See, I'm the one you're booked against tonight, not some other Devil's Rejects reject. I'm the one standing in between you, and the HELL DOME, and if you're not willing to focus on me... you're not getting anything but a BEAST KICK to the teeth. DAMIEN can wait... I won't. DOWNFALL drops the microphone on the top of the stage and sprints towards the ring, diving under the bottom ropeand into the ring. He tries to make a beeline for PETER, but the referee catches him and forces him back into the corner where he finally settles down. PETER hands his microphone to a ring hand, and the two begin to stretch out in their corners, listening as the referee shouts out last minute instructions. This is it, folks... our first HELL DOME qualifying match! DING!!! DING!!! DING!!! Here we go!
PETER GILMOUR moves first, advancing across the canvas as DOWNFALL remains calmly in his own corner. GILMOUR throws a hard right hand to the jaw of DOWNFALL, followed by a sharp left knee to the ribs that doubles him over and leaves him open for a strong irish whip into the ropes. GILMOUR waits patiently as DOWNFALL rebounds, then connects with a vicious knife edged chop to the chest that knocks DOWNFALL flat on his back and elicits a loud "ooooh" from the fans. PETER throws several stomps at his downed opponent, but by the third one DOWNFALL manages to roll to his feet and turns to face GILMOUR. Before he can do anything else to defend himself, GILMOUR rocks his with another hard right that spins him around so that his back faces PETER, and GILMOUR throws another shot, this time into the kidney, before finally sliding around to the front of DOWNFALL and taking him to the canvas with a snap mare takedown. Wow! It looks like Peter Gilmour, a former five time XTREME champion, has brought his A-game here tonight... will DOWNFALL have enough in the tank to mount a comeback, or is this one over before it's even begun? DOWNFALL climbs back to his hands and knees, but PETER grabs him by the back of the head and holds him steady as he brings a massive knee crashing up into the face of his former N.O.W. stablemate. DOWNFALL hits the canvas hard, and PETER gives him a second to catch his breath before dragging him up to his feet and connecting with a European uppercut that drops DOWNFALL yet again. I've got to be honest, this has almost been painful to even watch... some would say that DOWNFALL was the favorite coming into this match, but he's had literally zero offense so far in this match up. GILMOUR tilts his head back and laughs loudly enough for the entire arena to hear, motioning towards his opponent and flicking him the finger. What incredible disrespect from GILMOUR! Slowly, DOWNFALL staggers to his feet, and PETER rushes him, looking for a clothesline from hell when suddenly DOWNFALL ducks down and allows PETER's arm to sail harmlessly overhead as the bigger man sails past him. GILMOUR stops and quickly turns around... BEAST KICK! PETER is met with a boot to the teeth, and falls flat on his back, clearly rocked at that great counter attack by DOWNFALL who is finally showing some signs of life! DOWNFALL leaps across the mat to GILMOUR, grabbing him and quickly rolling him over on his stomach, twisting both legs and... THE SHARPSHOOTER! DOWNFALL HAS A SHARPSHOOTER locker in, and now PETER is the one in danger of dropping this match! The referee asks PETER if he wants to give up, but GILMOUR says no and begins to fight back, lifting himself off of the mat with his forearms and twisting his legs free of DOWNFALL's grasp. He kicks the smaller man off of the top of him, rolling slowly back to his feet, but stumbling slightly as he tries to stand fully. DOWNFALL grins and rushes him, trying to keep the momentum going, but he's met with a heavy shoulder block that drops him to his knees, dazed. GILMOUR doesn't waste any time showboating this time, and grabs DOWNFALL by the throat, lifting him back to his feet. Knife edged chop! A huge backhand to the chest of DOWNFALL! PETER goes for another, but before he can connect DOWNFALL catches him with a stiff uppercut, then grabs him by the wrist and hurls him towards the ropes... a knee to the gut! DOWNFALL uses a well placed knee to the gut to send PETE toppling off balance! DOWNFALL dives on top of him, hooking a leg and rolling PETER up on his shoulders as the referee slides across the canvas to make the count! ONE!!!
Kickout by GILMOUR! It'll take more than that to keep this guy down! DOWNFALL is first to his feet, and he hits a high muay thai shin kick to the head that stumbles GILMOUR, dropping him to his knee. DOWNFALL follows it up with a high knee to the face, but still GILMOUR refuses to go down. PETER swings blindly, trying to back DOWNFALL off of him, but DOWNFALL catches his arm and pulls him down to the mat with an arm drag take down, and then rolls it over into a chicken wing... hang on a second! He's going for the Dragon's Fang! He almost gets it clinched in, but PETER manages to escape and roll away before any real damage can be done. DOWNFALL lifts PETER back to his feet, but GILMOUR shoves him hard in the chest forcing him to back up... it doesn't matter though, as DOWNFALL quickly responds with a heavy kick to the skull that rocks GILMOUR and drops him in a heap! MY GOD! That kick made Mirko Cro Cop look tame! I'm not even sure PETER GILMOUR is still conscious! DOWNFALL makes his way to the turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope and turning out to face the fans, throwing his arms high in the air in celebration. He's greeted with a mixed response, some cheers and some boos, but for the most part anyone beating the hell out of PETER GILMOUR is usually the fans new favorite. He drops back down to the mat as he sees GILMOUR beginning to stir, and he waits for the 6' 6" New Yorker to make it all the way back to his feet before throwing several quick slaps into the face of GILMOUR, following it up with a powerful spinning back fist that sends PETE stumbling backwards into the turnbuckle... THE KENTA RUSH! DOWNFALL charges PETE in the corner, hitting a high knee to the bigger mans jaw before hooking his head and rushing out of the corner with a running bull dog that spikes GILMOUR to the mat. DOWNFALL hooks the leg, going for another pinfall! ONE!!!
NO! How the hell did GILMOUR kick out of that one!?!?! DOWNFALL isn't as indifferent this time, it's clear he's beginning to get a little bit frustrated at his inability to keep PETER GILMOUR down. He protests with the referee for a moment, but finally gives up and rises back to his feet, allowing PETER to do the same. DOWNFALL rushes GILMOUR again, this time looking for a spear, but GILMOUR somehow manages to avoid it, spinning to the side and allowing DOWNFALL to crash into the turnbuckle instead. CLAAAAA-AAANG!!! There's a sickening crash through the arena as DOWNFALL's shoulder collides with the steel post, but as he cries out in pain, GILMOUR grabs him by the waist and pulls him out of the ropes, standing him up just long enough to get him on his shoulders and put him on his back with a samoan drop. GILMOUR uses the ropes to pull himself up, still weak from DOWNFALL's earlier onslought, and he looks out at the crowd. This is his chance, this is his opportunity! If PETER GILMOUR can capitalize here, he'll be on his way to AUTUMN IN HELL and the HELL DOME! GILMOUR takes a few steps and hits DOWNFALL with his patented 'Roaring Elbow', and DOWNFALL folds in half on the mat, gasping for air. GILMOUR lifts DOWNFALL up to his feet, hoisting him up on his shoulders... HE'S GOING FOR THE KILL SWITCH!!! HANG ON!!! What the hell is this!?!? Is that... IT IS!!! DAMIEN BATES!!! DAMIEN BATES IS HERE IN AUSTRALIA, AND THE REFEREE DOESN'T SEE HIM!!! DAMIEN makes his way out from underneath the ring with a steel chair in hand, and the referee can't do anything about it! Per JAMES RAVEN, these qualifying matches are no-DQ! GILMOUR turns to face DAMIEN, setting DOWNFALL back down on the mat, but before he can attack his rival BATES slams the chair hard into the skull of GILMOUR dropping him faster than a virgins panties on prom night. BATES slowly retreats and slides out of the ring, making his way up the ramp as he laughs loudly and ominously. The referee stares at GILMOUR on the mat, wondering what to do. DOWNFALL looks down at PETER, a grin creeping across his face as he realizes what just happened. He quickly makes his way up to the top rope, looking down at his soon-to-be-victim... RISING PHOENIX!!! A double springboard into a twisting senton splash from DOWNFALL, and he hooks the leg for the cover as the referee makes the count! ONE!!!
WINNER AND HELL DOME QUALIFIER: It's all over! DOWNFALL is going to the HELL DOME with a little bit of help from DAMIEN BATES! He leaps to the top of the turnbuckle, a wide smile on his face as he points down at a vanquished PETER GILMOUR who is beginning to come around on the mat, a thin trickle of blood running down his forehead. He looks up and sees DAMIEN BATES standing atop the ramp, his face a mask of amusement, and PETER drops his head back onto the mat, falling back into unconsciousness. DAMIEN got the upper hand here tonight, but I'd be willing to bet that this isn't over... One thing is for sure, though, DOWNFALL is going to THE HELL DOME! 'Destroy and Dominate' by Chimaira plays over the speaker system and boos begin to flood the arena as KIERAN KING makes his way out onto the entrance ramp, a look of smugness on his face after his announcement as the number one contender to the Universal title. He's even gone so far as to place the Universal title belt around his waist as he makes his way down to the ring, microphone in hand. He enters the ring and stands in the center, holding a microphone up high, then begins to talk. KIERAN KING: Melbourne, BOW THE F- No sooner does KING get any further than that than 'The Sign' by Ace of Base hits the PA system and STEVE SAYORS himself suddenly appears on the entrance ramp, a look of excitement on his face. He's wearing an earpiece and appears to be receiving instructions from the back. KING folds his arms, irate at the interference from the interviewer who stands nervously on the ramp. KIERAN KING: What the hell do you think you're doing? You already got your interview with me. Go backstage, you little twat, I'm busy talking... STEVE SAYORS: I'm sorry, KIERAN, I didn't mean to interrupt you, but there's something you really, really want to hear. I'm being spoken to live by Home Office, who've made their decision on who your opponent is going to be for the Universal title, and I'm supposed to tell you... That catches KIERAN's interest, his eyebrows raising slightly. KIERAN KING: Well, don't just stand there, you little prick. Out with it! SAYORS doesn't seem to approve of the insults, but ignores them as best he can before turning to regard the entire audience at large. STEVE SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, KIERAN KING's opponent for the Universal title will be... SAYORS gets no further as suddenly 'Heaven's Devils' by Derek Duke, Glenn Stafford, Neal Acree & Russell Brower blasts over the arena like a thunderclap, and the crowd explode for their fellow countryman. KING appears aggravated, and SAYORS can only kind of grin sheepishly as STEVE JASON emerges out onto the entrance ramp decked out in white t-shirt black padded vest and combat cargos, an icy fire burning in his eyes as he enters the ring. Cheers and a variety of patriotic chants swarm around the crowd, causing STEVE to grin slightly. He nods once to SAYORS, then simply turns to regard KING and speaks in a chillingly casual tone. STEVE JASON: Regicide. Merriam-Webster describes 'regicide' as a) A person who kills a king, b) The act of killing a king, and c) what STEVE JASON is going to do to your slimy arse come Autumn in Hell. Congratulations, KING - your opponent for the Universal Championship is me... and make no mistake about it, your Highness, when that time comes around, I'm going to murder you. And that... IS UNDENIABLE! "Heaven's Devils" plays again as STEVE looks defiantly down at KING, pointing to the Universal title belt he holds and patting his shoulder with a downright superior smirk on his face, a defiant staredown commencing between the two before we cut out to another scene.
ROXY and MIA move to either side of VINIC DUSHANE, looking to make him decide which way to give his attention. MIA comes in first, going high on VINIC with a right hand. VINIC blocks it and hurls one back of his own, knocking her down. ROXY comes in low from behind, chopping at his knees and taking VINIC off his feet, down to the canvas. ROXY wraps up his legs with her arms, trying to prevent him from getting up off the mat. VINIC tries to shove her off him, but MIA has already returned to her feet and she starts stomping away at his shoulders and head. With VINIC down now, ROXY pops up off the mat and she joins in with stomps of her own to his midsection and chest. They bring up VINIC to his feet and both send him off into the ropes. A double kick to the midsection and then they lock him up. Looking out to the crowd, they double DDT the United States Champion down to the mat. ROXY lays over top for the cover. ONE!!!
KICK OUT by VINIC DUSHANE. MIA moves in and grabs VINIC by the legs, moving him over towards the corner. She is motioning for ROXY NOVA to go up top, which she does without much hesitation. MIA SANCHEZ looks on as ROXY NOVA straightens up on the top turnbuckle and she jumps off the turnbuckle with a double stomp to the chest. VINIC curls up in pain, while the two ladies slap hands and admire their work. MIA heads over and lifts VINIC up off the mat. With an irish whip, she sends him towards ROXY's outstretched arm for the lariat. VINIC is able to duck underneath and in a swift move, he reaches back and grabs ahold of her head, dropping her down to the mat with a neckbreaker. MIA SANCHEZ takes a run over towards VINIC, who rolls around the ring avoiding her foot stomping and then gets out of the ring before she can inflict any damage. MIA SANCHEZ is beside herself, whipping her hair back and pointing down at VINIC, while ROXY lays in the ring, holding the back of her neck. VINIC takes a breather on the outside, while MIA checks on her partner. Into the ring slides VINIC DUSHANE and he's looking to get on the offensive now. MIA is up and she meets him with a little forearm to the face. VINIC rebounds back with a forearm shot of his own, staggering her backward into the ring. VINIC moves forward, taking it to MIA with another forearm and backing her into the ropes. He moves to send her off with an irish whip, but she is slowed up mid ring by ROXY NOVA, who wraps her up and stops her momentum. As they turn around together, they are met with a boot for each of them in the form of a dropkick. Both ladies are taken down and VINIC DUSHANE is starting to mount some offense. They are both up quick and VINIC takes them down one at a time, exchanging right hands to the head to one and then to the other. Just as quickly as they go down, they are back up and VINIC takes them down again with right hands to the head. ROXY is up first and she is lifted off the mat and pancaked right back down onto her front side. VINIC gets up, but MIA comes in from behind him and she drops him to the mat with a backstabber. She rolls over and hooks his leg for the cover. ONE!!!
KICK OUT by VINIC DUSHANE. MIA SANCHEZ slaps the mat in frustration, before mounting VINIC and working him over with a series of punches to the head. VINIC shifts her body and rolls her over instead. As he raises up a fist to bring down some punches to her, ROXY NOVA grabs it from behind and rips him off of her, throwing him backwards to the mat. With VINIC's arm in her grasp, ROXY swings a leg over it and drops down to the mat, crushing it between her leg and the mat. VINIC writhes in pain, holding his arm at the elbow. ROXY is up and she takes his arm, laying it flat and then she drives a hard knee into the elbow. MIA gets up and she stands over VINIC, while ROXY works on his arm slapping on an armbar submission. Before MIA can react, VINIC kicks up and gets his foot onto the ropes, forcing the rope break. ROXY and MIA lift VINIC up off the mat and they whip him off into the ropes. VINIC stops short of them, as they both duck down for the back body drop. VINIC with a rising boot to the chest of MIA SANCHEZ and she falls back into the ropes. ROXY stands upright, but VINIC locks her up and drops down to his knees with a jawbreaker. VINIC DUSHANE moves up to his feet and MIA is coming in with a right hand. He ducks it and spins her around, lifting her up off the mat and holding her into the air. He dumps her over the top ropes, but MIA hangs on with her legs, scissoring them around his neck. VINIC is caught at the ropes, trying to avoid going out of the ring from her hold. ROXY is up and she takes a run, ramming into VINIC DUSHANE from behind. Instead of knocking him over the top ropes, the impact allows him to shake free of MIA SANCHEZ's leg lock and she tumbles to the matting outside of the ring. ROXY turns VINIC around and boots him in the midsection. She throws a leg over his head and leaps up for a rocker dropper, but VINIC catches her in his arms and powers her down to the mat with a brutal spinebuster. VINIC moves to her arm, quickly twirling around it and cinching in the DUSHAMED. MIA SANCHEZ is up and getting into the ring for the save, but ROXY NOVA taps out before she can make it back! WINNER: "Out Of My Way" by Seether picks up and the audience doesn't know how to react until LIEUTENANT REKON emerges with HANNAH AUTUMN in-tow. In light of recent events, and allegations against said man, the crowd starts to jeer. REKON smiles smugly, throws up his arms with middle fingers extended, and struts merrily down to the ring. The audience members refuse to let him speak when it comes time for him to. They drown out the sound of his voice with heavy, hate-filled venom. Finally, after telling them to shut up several times, REKON begins his address. LT. REKON: Shut up, you know you still love me. Their response begs to differ. LT. REKON: Like any of you have never had to fight dirty to get what you wanted. Gimme a break; you're all a bunch of hypocrites! Truth is, you haven't seen ANYTHING yet. You think I'm a bastard for stealing another man's wife, his money and his car? Pfft! That was only the start of it! You've only BEGUN to see what I've got in store for MR. BOZO BANANAS. The audience roars its disapproval. LT. REKON: I thought I told you all to shut up?! I haven't got the time to listen to all of you bitch and moan about how I choose to live my life! As if you didn't already know, I've got the cops after me. Oh, but wait... They don't have juristiction over here, now do they? Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle--it doesn't look like I'll be getting carried away tonight in a patty wagon after all! HA! More hissing and booing from the audience. LT. REKON: But that still doesn't give any of you the right to boo me! Like I said, I really don't wanna hear it! The only thing I want to hear right now is the sound of my own voice! I SAID SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! SHUT UP! But they don't want to! LT. REKON: It's YOUR fault! I don't see why you're gettin' so pissy at me. What have any of YOU done for ME, huh? Huh? What? Not a damn thing, that's what! I DON'T wanna hear it! "Break" by Three Days Grace hits and the fans go bizerk! OWEN BANANAS!! OWEN BANANAS charges the ring! LT. REKON: WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! NO, NO, NO! NOT TONIGHT, OWEN! NOT TONIGHT! As OWEN slides in beneath the bottom rope, he gets up close and personal with REKON. HANNAH has removed herself from the ring and remains at a safe distance. OWEN grabs the micophone from REKON and pushes him backward. BANANAS: Look at me. LOOK AT ME! You pathetic coward! Is this the only way you can feel good about yourself?! By stealing everything from me?! Huh?! Is that the only way you get to sleep at night?! An announcer at ringside hands REKON another microphone. LT. REKON: It's not like that, OWEN. You have the situation completely misunderstood, I swear!! BANANAS: Oh, so now you're callin' me a LIAR?! LT. REKON: Not at all! Not at all! Look-- BANANAS: No, YOU look! I'm not some push-over you can push around, "REKON"! I trusted you like a brother! A BROTHER, man! And this is the thanks I get? Huh? What is wrong with this picture?! LT. REKON: Look, it has nothing to do with you! HONEST! I swear on my father's grave, it has NOTHING to do with you! It's all me, OWEN! I did it for me. I didn't do it to hurt you, I did it for me! BANANAS: And somehow that's suppose to make everything okay?! LT. REKON: Well, no. 'Cause actually, that's... HIS... job... REKON'S pointing behind OWEN. WHO THE HELL IS THAT?! Some 7ft.+ giant is advancing toward OWEN from behind! OWEN TURNS! OH, MY GOD! CHOKESLAM! CHOKESLAM! BANANAS IS OUT COLD, BUT REKON AND THE MYSTERY GIANT ARE CONTINUING THE ATTACK! THE AUDIENCE IS HATING EVERY MINUTE OF THIS BRUTAL 2-ON-1! LT. REKON: You want a piece of me, OWEN?! Huh?! You haven't had enough humiliation yet?! FINE! Next week on Anarchy! If you want a piece of me so badly, you have to go through HIM first!!!!! But if you lose... No, WHEN you lose... I never wanna hear from you again!! I never wanna see your stupid-lookin' FACE again!! You drop ALL the charges, and you leave me the hell alone!! Next week on Anarchy!! OWEN BANANAS versus his attacker!! LT. REKON: And it's gonna be a NO-DISQUALIFICATION match!! OH, MY GOD! THAT'S HUGE!! LT. REKON: You shouldn't have messed with me, OWEN! Now you'll pay for it!! REKON drops the microphone and stands in-between OWEN'S attacker and HANNAH AUTUMN, who has now re-entered the ring. They raise his hands in the air as "Out Of My Way" by Seether picks up again. The three of them exit the ring, mocking and laughing at OWEN who struggles to recover. As they head up the ramp, OWEN finally manages to get an arm around the rope to hoist himself up. He glares at them until they disappear backstage. Ladies and gentlemen, the cowardly REKON set OWEN up! Will OWEN get revenge for this heinous two-on-one attack next week?! Tune in to see!
The two men lock up in the middle of the ring to signal the start of the bout with GARY gaining an early advantage, pushing DANTE right back into the corner. GARY releases the hold as the referee tells him too but sudden slaps DANTE hard across the face. DANTE rubs his face, shakes his head and smiles before spearing GARY back into the opposite corner, using his shoulder as a battering ram, literally driving the air right out of DOUBLE G. DANTE steps back and pulls GARY out of the corner, catching him with a huge forearm to the face on the way out before whipping him off the ring ropes and catching him with a stiff clothesline that sends him crashing down to the mat. GARY crashes off the canvas but is quick too his feet and is caught by a stiff right hand from ANGLAIS, sending him back against the ring ropes once again. DANTE winds up and drives the side of his hand right into GARY’S chest with a painful chop that echoes out across this entire arena. DANTE pulls GARY away from the ring ropes and drops him to the mat with a snap suplex before quickly floating over into a pin attempt. ONE!!!
Kickout by DOUBLE G! DANTE climbs to his feet and pulls GARY too his but DOBULE G counters with a hard right hand shot to the sternum, winding DANTE as he stumbles back a step or two. GARY takes another shot, clotheslining DANTE up and over the top rope as he falls down to the floor at ringside. DOUBLE G smiles as he climbs out of the ring and grabs DANTE by the hair, slamming his head down onto the steel guardrail at ringside. DANTE stumbles off down at ringside as DOUBLE G is in hot pursuit only for DANTE to catch him with a discuss clothesline, taking GARY straight down and onto the concrete floor. DANTE falls backwards, leaning up against the ring steps as he tries to catch his breath as GARY slow climbs too his feet. DANTE charges at GARY and spears him into the guardrail; GARY’S back crashing into the solid steel, full-force. DANTE clutches his head as he slides down into a seated position on the concrete floor as DOUBLE G looks half dead, impaled on that guardrail. DANTE slowly climbs too his feet, using the guardrail to help him keep his balance. As he leans over the guardrail, catching his breath, GARY slumps down to the concrete. DANTE goes to pulls DOUBLE G up but GARY rakes him in the eyes and follows it up with mule kick that doubles DANTE over. GARY grabs DANTE and rolls him back into the ring before turning back around, grabbing a steel chair and sliding into the ring. GARY climbs too his feet, winds the chair up and goes to slam the chair into DANTE’S face... CLUNK!! DANTE avoided the contact and GARY slammed the chair onto the ring ropes and it bounces straight back into his own face!! As GARY stumbles about the ring, DANTE spots his opportunity and lifts GARY up, slamming him hard to the mat with an Armageddon Driver. DANTE goes for the cover, hooking up GARY’S far leg. ONE!!!
WINNER AND HELL DOME QUALIFIER: We see LAZARUS BLACK walking down the hallway passing the staff members who all stare at him. He seems to be carrying a walking stick with a skull on it in one hand. In the other is a black box, the box has a red bow on it and is about the size of an x-box 360 box. He stops in front of a dressing room and enters. In the room are several wrestlers, but LAZARUS ignores them and heads torward the locker of HUNTER RYAN, Hunter stares at LAZARUS, then at the box. LAZARUS hands HUNTER the box and walks away. After LAZARUS leaves HUNTER opens the box, he is confused at what what he sees, another wrestler ask him what it is and HUNTER pulls the item from the box. In his hand HUNTER holds a replica of LAZARUS's gothic kubuki mask. HUNTER turns the mask over and sees something even more shocking. Inside the mask there are words, written in blood red ink. They say "THE END" After his win against DOUBLE G, DANTE ANGLAIS is making his way backstage. He is approached by one of the other former Trinity members, R.J. PALMER. PALMER: Congrats on the 'huge' win there, bro. It seems like you and DOWNFALL got the easy qualifying matches for Hell Dome. DANTE: Sarcasm, nice. But aren't you facing FAMINE? Isn't he already dead? So you're taking shots at my opponent and yet you're facing a dead man? Tactless to the very end. PALMER: Don't have to have to be a little bitch, I was just over here congratulating you. I was actually rooting for you in that match. I have nothing against you. But you are just as bad as EMO since you both bailed and left me by myself. DANTE: I'm nothing like EMO, I have my reasons for leaving, he's just a dick. But I heard what you said about me, calling me a bad GM and all. PALMER: The only bad thing I said about you was that you're a fag as a joke. But then you flipped the fuck out and took things personally and went low by mentioning my matches against JAMES. Not cool, man. At least I stepped up to face him, unlike the rest of the roster who were pussies. DANTE: Don't forget who got you that match. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be nothing. PALMER: Whatever you say, Dante. But you know that I helped you as much as you helped me. See you at Hell Dome, fag. Fade Out. The camera opens up backstage where we see STEVE SAYORs standing in front of a television monitor, an awkward and concerned look on his face. He lifts a microphone to his mouth, and hesitantly begins to speak. SAYORS: Ladies and gentlemen, as some of you may know, the next match scheduled on the card was JASON MUDD and REGAN CHAMBERS in a HELL DOME qualifying match. However, when an XWF stage hand went to find the two stars in their locker rooms, they found... well, perhaps I should just show you. Viewers are warned, this is slightly upsetting... He turns towards the monitor, and the screen flickers to life. [Fade In] The scene is a locker room, signs of struggle evident everywhere. A couch is flipped over against a wall, a mirror shattered and glass strewn across the floor... The camera makes it's way through the battle zone, and soon we see a huddled mass in a far corner. The camera quickly goes out of focus as it tries to zoom in, but soon the operator is forced to cross the room to get closer. It soon becomes obvious that the mass is a body... or two... JASON MUDD and REGAN CHAMBERS. The two superstars lay unconsious, small bruises evident on their faces. There's one item of note in the scene, and the camera man bends over slowly to pick it up and lift it in front of the lens. A hypodermic needle. [Fade Out] STEVE turns away from the monitor and look back into the camera. SAYORS: Needless to say, the scheduled match will not be happening. JAMES RAVEN will have an announcement on the next episode of ANARCHY regarding the now open sixth spot in the HELL DOME. More information on the condition of CHAMBERS and MUDD will be released as it becomes available. Enjoy the rest of the show. He continues to look into the lens, still visibly disturbed, and the shot begins to fade out. The lights in the arena go out "House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Pyro shoots off and “Real Big” by Mannie Fresh blares over the PA system. After the pyro is done, Zach comes out to the stage with a smirk on his face. Zach stands on top of the stage for a few more seconds, taking in the cheers from the crowd. He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans cheering for him. Zach walks to the steps and walks up to the apron, one step at a time. Zach wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring and gets on the middle turnbuckle as he poses to the crowd with a big smile on his face. Zach’s music cuts off. Zach then walks over and stands in the middle of the ring, waiting to see which one of his former allies will come out to the ring first. Suddenly the lights go out... Then, “Evolution (Grand Design)” by Symphony X hits the PA system. The lights begin to flicker at the top of the stage, and the fans are getting anxious to see him... The lights continue to flicker, the lights come back on, and there’s Maximus standing at the top of the stage!! The crowd gets on their feet, giving Maximus an ovation. Maximus looks around at the crowd, he doesn’t smirk nor smile, and he calmly makes his way down to the ring. Maximus sets his eyes on Zach, and he doesn’t take them off of him. Maximus slides through the ring, hops to the second turnbuckle and greets the fans, and gets a huge pop. Maximus hops down, and turns his attention to Rizza. The music cuts off. Maximus walks over to Rizza and gets in his face. They both exchange words, but the ref gets between the both of them, and breaks them up. Maximus begins to circle the ring, as Zach still stands in the middle of the ring with the same smirk on his face. “Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell hits the PA system, and XWF Legend Christian Connolly makes his way to the stage, coming out to an even louder ovation! The people stand on their feet and cheer, as C2 makes his way down to the ring. C2 sets his eyes on both of his former allies, Maximus and Rizza do the same. C2 makes steps into the ring, and each of them are standing in different corners of the ring. Each of them staring each other down. C2’s music cuts off, and each of them begin to move closer to the ring towards each other. Maximus begins mouthing off at Rizza, and C2 intervenes with some words of his own. Maximus then moves in on C2 and gets in his face. C2 suddenly gives a hard push Maximus, moving him back towards the ropes. Zach then kicks C2 in the mid section! Maximus charges over at Zach, but Zach puts Maximus down with a right hand! Maximus rolls out of the ring. The ref then calls for the bell! The Vigilantes are set to go!!
Rizza begins pounding away on C2 with right hands to the skull of C2. Zach then Irish whips C2 to the ropes, Zach swings his right arm for a clothesline, but no, C2 rolls under, gets back up to his feet and lands a dropkick to Rizza. Rizza quickly gets backup to his feet, so does C2. Rizza charges at C2, but C2 counters with an arm drag. Rizza hops up and charges at C2 again, and C2 counters with another arm drag. C2 then charges over and gives a stiff kick to the lower back of Rizza. C2 then shoves Rizza down and goes for the pin. ONE!!! Kickout by Rizza. C2 then picks Rizza up to his feet, and positions Rizza for a Vertical Suplex. C2 attempts to lift Rizza, but no Rizza puts his weight down. Rizza counters with a suplex of his own, setting C2 right on his back. Rizza gets up to his feet and drops an elbow right into the chest of Rizza. Maximus slides back into the ring, as Rizza delivers another elbow to the chest of C2. Rizza on his feet again, Maximus charges over to Rizza, landing a stiff elbow to the face of Rizza. Rizza stumbles over to the turnbuckle. Maximus begins to lay in right hands to Rizza’s abdomen, and then suddenly strikes with another stiff elbow to the face of Rizza. Maximus whips Rizza to the other side of the ring to the turnbuckle. Maximus then sprints and lands one more stiff elbow, right on top of Rizza’s skull. Maximus then whips Rizza to the other side of the ring, to the turnbuckle once again. Maximus charges at Rizza and connects with a Shining Wizard at the turnbuckle! Maximus then pulls Rizza out of the corner, positions Rizza and connects with a snap sluplex! Maximus then goes for the cover. ONE!!!
Kickout by Rizza! C2 then suddenly gets back up to his feet and lock eyes with Maximus as he gets up to his feet. The two then walk over to each other and lock up against one another. C2 begins to over power Maximus and pushing Maximus back against the ropes. The ref breaks up the hold, and the two are set free. Maximus and C2 lock up once more, and C2 over powers Maximus once again, pushing Maximus to the ropes once more. C2 lets go of the hold before ref has a chance to break them up. C2 then smiles, and then slaps Maximus in the face! Maximus retaliates with a slap of his own! C2 then charges at Maximus, but Maximus counters putting C2 in a headlock. Maximus holds on tight. C2 tries to counter with a backdrop suplex, but Maximus holds his weight down. Maximus suddenly connects with a Tiger Spin, sending C2 down to the mat, and Maximus goes back into the headlock. Maximus then suddenly grabs C2’s right arm and transitions into a Reverse Armbar! Maximus holds onto the submission, as C2 quickly moves over to the ropes. Out of nowhere, Rizza kicks Maximus in the back of the head, breaking the submission. Rizza continues to kick Maximus in the head, as Maximus attempts to get up to his feet. Maximus barely gets up to his feet, and Rizza connects with a European uppercut to Maximus, sending Maximus back down to the mat. Rizza then picks up Maximus, and positions him for a Powerbomb. Rizza lifts Maximus into the air, but Maximus counters with right hands to the skull of Rizza. Rizza lets go of Maximus, and Maximus lands on his feet. Maximus then runs to the ropes, as Maximus comes back, Rizza counters with a boot to the face! Rizza then quickly picks up Maximus to his feet and delivers a Back breaker. Rizza picks up Maximus to his feet again, and positions him up, and connects with a hard hitting Sitout Powerbomb! Rizza goes for the pin. ONE!!!
Maximus kicks out! Maximus tries to slowly get back up to his feet, Rizza drops a bionic elbow to back of the neck of Maximus. Rizza then climbs to the middle turnbuckle, hops off and connects with a knee drop to the back of the head of Maximus! Rizza rolls Maximus over, gives Maximus a hard stomp to the face. Rizza turns around, and suddenly C2 connects a springboard missile dropkick to Rizza! Rizza quickly gets back up to his feet and charges at C2. C2 counters with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Rizza is somehow sitting up, but C2 runs over and connects with a dropkick to the back of Rizza. C2 then runs over to the ropes, hops onto the second rope and connects with a Lionsault on Rizza! C2 goes for the pin. ONE!!!
Rizza Kicksout! Maximus slowly, but surely, gets back up to his feet. C2 then walks over to Maximus, pushes Max to the closest turnbuckle, and connects with a hard knife edge chop right to the chest of Maximus. C2 then connects with another chop, and Maximus then clutches his chest and slowly walks to the middle of the ring. C2 creeps behind Maximus, grabs, positions, and connects with a Homicide Backdrop! Maximus lands right on his head. C2 goes for the pin. ONE!!!
Rizza breaks the pin! Rizza then picks up C2 and strikes with a right hand to the jaw of C2. C2 strikes back with another right hand, then suddenly both men begin to go back and forth with rights hands, until Rizza drives his knee into the mid-section of C2. Rizza uses his strength, picks up C2 and connects with a gutbuster. C2 stumbles over to the other side of the ring clutching his mid-section. Rizza charges over to C2, but C2 quickly counters with snap scoop powerslam! C2 quickly picks up Rizza to his feet, then delivers a Tiger bomb, entangles Rizza’s legs and follows through with a sharpshooter! Rizza begins to scream in pain as C2 holds on tight to the submission. Rizza slowly pulls himself towards the ropes, and gets closer by the second. Rizza gets closer to the bottom rope, he’s about to reach it, but no! C2 drags Rizza back into the middle of the ring! C2 continues to hold onto the submission and Rizza screams in pain! Out of nowhere, Maximus springboards and connects with a spin-and-heel kick to the back of the head of C2, breaking the submission. Maximus then capitalizes with a head and arm suplex on C2. C2 gets back up to his feet, charges at Maximus for a clothesline, but no, Maximus somersaults and dodges the attack. C2 then turns around, and Maximus connects with a Pele kick right to the skull of C2! Maximus then begins to stalk C2, as C2 tries to get back up to his feet. Maximus has his hands stretched out, and anticipating his next move. Suddenly, Rizza comes from behind and turns him around, but Maximus quickly hits the Creeping Death on Rizza! Maximus gets back up to his feet and goes for a Creeping Death on C2, but C2 counters and pushes Maximus to the ropes. Maximus comes back to retaliate with a Lariat, but C2 ducks the attack, grabs Maximus by the waist and connects with a German Suplex! C2 then rolls over, positions and connects with a Tiger suplex! C2 then rolls over again, positions and connects with a release Dragon suplex! Three the Hard Way delivered to Maximus! Maximus now stunned and dazed, tries to get back up holding onto the ropes. C2 then creeps behind Maximus and locks in the Divine Right Crossface Chickenwing. C2 holds onto the submission tightly, as Maximus tries to fight out of the submission. C2 and Maximus get close to a turnbuckle, and Maximus sets his feet to the second turnbuckle, pushes himself off, and then landing on top C2 getting the cover. The ref begins to count. ONE!!!
C2 kicks out! And ultimately letting go of the submission. Maximus gets back up to his feet first, gets behind C2, grabs and delivers a German suplex of his own! Maximus then rolls over, positions for another German, but C2 strikes Maximus in the head with elbows and gets himself free. Maximus quickly gets a hold of C2 once more to position and connect with a Half Nelson suplex! Maximus then rolls over, positions and connects with a Dragon suplex! Maximus then rolls over again, positions and connects with a bridging Tiger suplex! The ref begins to count. ONE!!!
C2 kicks out! Maximus gets back up to his feet, Rizza appears and delivers a Reverse DDT on Maximus. C2 slowly, but surely gets back up to his feet as well. Rizza then grabs C2, puts C2 in a full nelson position, and delivers a Bubba Bomb. Rizza get’s back up to his feet, and grabs a hold of Maximus. Rizza then positions Maximus for a powerbomb, and is able to get Max up in the air. Rizza then delivers the 12 O’Clock Drop, as Max’s head bounces off the ropes! Rizza then sprints to the ropes comes back and delivers The Rizzaliner on Maximus! Rizza rolls Maximus over to go for the pin, but Rizza suddenly notices C2 getting back to his feet. Rizza then sprints to the ropes again, and charges at C2. Rizza misses the Rizzaliner, then C2 runs to the ropes, hops onto the second rope, and connects with an All Hail the King on Rizza! An Asai Moonsault into an Inverted DDT! Maximus then runs over to C2, grabs, positions, and connects with an Exploder Suplex on C2. Maximus then runs over and hops to the top turnbuckle, and positions himself. Maximus jumps off and connects with the Maximum Carnage Frog Splash on C2! All three men are out! The ref begins to count. 1... 2... 3... Maximus is able to get his knees... 4... Maximus gets to feet, but still holds onto the ropes... 5... Rizza manages to get up to his feet as well... 6... Both Rizza and Maximus are up on there feet. The ref stops the count. Maximus now at the turnbuckle, Rizza charges over and connects with a Running Yakuza Kick to the face of Maximus. Rizza uses his strengh to place Maximus to the top turnbuckle, Rizza climbs up and connects with a Superplex! Rizza then goes for the pin. ONE!!! C2 breaks the count with a kick to back of the head of Rizza! C2 lifts Rizza to his feet. C2 then positions and connects with a Northern Lights Suplex, taking Rizza down to the mat. C2 then walks over to the turnbuckle, and climbs up to the top rope. C2 leaps off and goes for a Moonsault Elbow Drop of Rizza, but Rizza moves out of the way just in time! Rizza grabs Connolly, and places him in a Reverse DDT predicament, and connects with the Rizzatude Adjustment! Rizza turns C2 over, and goes for the pin. ONE!!! Wait minute, Maximus is on the top turnbuckle. TWO!!! Maximus leaps off and goes for the Double Rotation Moonsault! THR- Rizza moves out of the way, and Maximus lands on top of Connolly! The ref begins to count ONE!!! Rizza gets on top of Maximus as well. TWO!!! They’re both covering C2!!! THREE!!! ELIMINATED: CHRISTIAN CONNOLLY C2 has been eliminated from the match! What a shock! C2 rolls outside of the ring, and he doesn’t want to be helped out of the arena. C2 stands at ringside to watch the rest of the match. Rizza and Maximus start delivering right hands to each other, and Maximus begins to get the upper hand. Maximus and Rizza end up at the turnbuckle. Maximus knees Rizza in the mid-section, and holds Rizza at the turnbuckle. Maximus climbs outside of the ring, onto the apron, and Maximus begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Maximus positions and goes for the diamond dust, but Rizza counters with a shoulder breaker. Rizza then lifts Maximus to his feet, and drops Maximus with a back drop suplex. Rizza gets up to his feet and stands over Maximus. Rizza bends over and slaps Maximus in the face. Rizza then walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top. Maximus suddenly kips-up to his feet, runs over to the top of the turnbuckle, grabs Rizza and connects with an avalanche head and arm suplex! Maximus gets up to his feet, lifts up Rizza and positions him for a Tiger bomb. Rizza counters and flips Maximus over. Maximus gets back to his feet, Maximus charges at Rizza, but Rizza catches Maximus and slams him to the mat with a spinebuster. Rizza then grabs Maximus by the throat and tosses Maximus into the air. Rizza catches Maximus mid-air and slams Maximus down to the mat with a powerbomb! Rizza still has Maximus in the powerbomb position, and Rizza lifts him again, and delivers another powerbomb to Maximus! Rizza, still has Maximus in the powerbomb position, and lifts Maximus into air for a third time. Rizza stalls, but suddenly connects with the 12 O’clock Drop once again on Maximus! Rizza sprints to the ropes, he comes back looking to connect with the Rizzliner... But no! Maximus dodges the Lariat, Maximus runs to the ropes, comes back and connects with a Shinning Wizard! Both men are out! The ref begins to count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Maximus slowly gets up to one knee hanging on the rope. 5... Maximus gets back up to his feet... 6... Maximus walks overs to turnbuckle and begins to climb. 7... Maximus leaps off and goes for a Moonsault Senton, but Rizza puts his knees up in the nick of time! Maximus gets up to his feet, holding his back in pain. Rizza soon follows and begins to stalk Maximus. Maximus turns around, Zach grabs Maximus, Rizza positions and connects... The Rizz Drop! Rizza covers, the ref counts. ONE!!!
Maximus kicks out! Rizza looks pissed... Rizza gets up and drops and elbow to back of the neck of Maximus. Rizza uses his strength to pick Maximus up to his feet again. Rizza positions Maximus for The Rizz Drop again, but Maximus counters out, and lands on his feet behind Rizza. Maximus grabs the right arm of Rizza, and wraps it around his throat, lifts Rizza, but Rizza powers out of the hold. Rizza then grabs and positions Maximus in a Reverse DDT predicament. Rizza goes for the Rizzatude Adjustment, but Maximus fights out and counters with an snapmare. Maximus runs over to Rizza, grabs and puts Rizza in a Gory Special, flips Rizza over and connects with a piledriver! Deadman’s Diary! Maximus goes for the pin. ONE!!!
WINNER: We cut to the office of JAMES RAVEN, on the phone with an important somebody when there is a knock at the door. RAVEN lets out a heavy sigh. JAMES: Sorry about that, I'll have to call you back. RAVEN hangs up the phone and shouts to the door. JAMES: Come in…and this better be important! The door opens, and in walks LEGION to heavy boos from the crowd. JAMES: So much for it being important. What do you want, LEGION? LEGION cracks a smile. LEGION: It's nice to see you too, JAMES. I figured, since I was doing such a big favor for you that I'd get a little…something in return. JAMES: Dude, I already told you…I'm not getting your friend a date with ROXY NOVA. LEGION chuckles, shaking his head. LEGION: That's not what I had in mind, JAMES. I'm more interested in dealing with something that's been nagging at me for a long time. Do you remember our little "Birthday Brawl" match at Solitary last April? RAVEN nods in response, a smirk on his face. JAMES: The one where I beat you, right? LEGION lets out a sigh. LEGION: Yes, the one where you beat me. I want a rematch, to be blunt…but not just any match. You see, I started in the XWF nearly three years ago to a great deal of fanfare, and I sort of petered out from the get go. But, I have one win under my belt that I'm quite proud of…my epic, EPIC win over CHAD at X-Mas X-Treme in my Apocalypse Match. Those that remember the match give a small cheer as LEGION continues. LEGION: And I figured, since CHAD disappeared and I'd rather not risk losing to PETER GILMOUR again…that you, good sir, are just the right man. You, JAMES RAVEN, are most deserving of the cleansing destruction inside that steel cell. You deserve to be locked away in that casket most of all, JAMES! With this LEGION pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen, slamming both on the desk. LEGION: You, me, X-Mas X-Treme, in the Apocalypse Match. I'll let you decide if your career…nay, your very life…is worth the risk. LEGION turns away, leaving the office. RAVEN looks at the contract, and then back at the door as another man storms in, bumping shoulders with LEGION as he exits. LEGION: Excuse you. JAYZON: Your mama. The crowd cheers as JAYZON WILLIAMZ makes his way over to the desk, slamming his WORLD title down on the desk and closing the door in LEGIONS face. JAMES: Yo, whattup FOXY BROWN? JAYZON: What the fuck is going on here, man? JAMES: Hmmmm... let me try and catch you up to speed. This is my office, you're a douche, and you just came bursting in here, ignorant as shit, like you just found out the government was garnishing your wages to support those 8 illegitimate children of yours. That clear it up, Aunt Jemima? JAYZON stares at JAMES angrily, but takes a minute to calm himself before speaking again. No need to piss off the new boss this quickly, right? JAYZON: I'm talking about the UNIVERSAL title. JAMES: Yeah, I figured that out, Uncle Tom. You have a problem with me giving your partner a title shot? JAYZON: No. I have a problem with you not giving me one. JAMES laughs and stands up, making his way around the desk and picking up JAYZON's WORLD strap, slinging it over his own shoulder fondly. JAMES: I remember when I held this belt... I think the biggest difference between you and I as champions is that I wasn't a greedy little punk. You're a WORLD CHAMP, dude, don't bite off more than you can chew and push your luck. JAYZON slowly takes the title away and puts it over his shoulder. JAYZON: That shot was mine, RAVEN. If I get the shot, I'm taking that UNI title back like I deserve. I'm the one who was lined up to face ACE, JENSEN told me... JAMES: JENSEN was a lying whore, O.J. SIMPSON. I'm sorry if you're feelings are hurt, but I'm not giving the WORLD champion the UNIVERSAL belt to top things off. JAYZON looks at JAMES, then down at the title belt, and slowly he removes it from his shoulder and lays it back on the desk. JAYZON: Well... then maybe I need to make some changes. JAMES: If that's the case, Arsenio Hall, then we can talk. Fade out. "Bastards of Young" by the Replacements plays on the PA and Lt. Rekon, aka Davey Dunham walks out onto the stage, holding his arms up and taking in the mixed reaction of the crowd. He climbs on the apron for a moment, and then gets in the ring, waiting for Fuzz. "Lost" by Flo-Rida plays, and Fuzz makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.
The match starts off with both men circling each other warily. Rekon shoots in for a an amateur takedown attempt, but Fuzz spins out of it. For a moment, they exchange amateur holds and various takedowns, as the large Fuzz shoves Rekon away to the mat. Once it was determined that only a stalemate was possible, Rekon starts to attack Fuzz with kicks to the legs. Fuzz takes a kick to the midsection, and then Rekon takes Fuzz down with a leg sweep and then he slaps on a leg grapevine. Fuzz breaks the hold immediately by getting to the ropes. Rekon lifts Fuzz up and gives him a series of dragon whips, before trying for a single leg crab. Fuzz won't let Rekon turn him over, shoving him off. Rekon axehandles Fuzz across the back before he can get up. Rekon takes a moment to boot Fuzz down and then he sticks his boot on Fuzz' throat and begins choking him. Rekon lifts Fuzz up and he goes for an Irish whip. Fuzz ducks a clothesline on the bounce back, then he runs to the ropes and hit Rekon with a devastating clothesline. Fuzz plants Rekon on his back with a scoop slam. Fuzz lifts Rekon and powers him down with a snap suplex, drags him back up and nails a side suplex, finally ending the series by locking in a Mexican surfboard submission. The ref checks on Rekon, who flails his arms around in the air. Finally, after several moments Fuzz lets go of the hold when it becomes clear Rekon wouldn't tap. Fuzz lifts Rekon, hitting a double underhook backbreaker. He covers! ONE!!!
Fuzz lifts Rekon up, and begins peppering him with right hands, backing him up to the ropes. He lays Rekon across the ropes, then slides out onto the apron and grabs Rekon's head from behind, pulling back with force, increasing pressure on Rekon's neck and back. Rekon flails his arms, and Fuzz keeps the hold locked in. Finally, he releases the hold, and Rekon drops into the aisle. Fuzz walks over, picks up a steel chair, sets it up, unfolded, in the middle of the ring, and then as Rekon gets to his feet Fuzz comes running in behind him with a bulldog across the unfolded seat of the chair. Fuzz rolls Rekon over for a pin! ONE!!!
Fuzz lifts Rekon up and pulls him over to the ropes. He climbs out onto the apron, pulls Rekon through the bottom and middle ropes to hang on the rope, then he gives Rekon a spike DDT onto the apron. Rekon falls into the aisle, holding his head. Fuzz paces over to the Spanish announce table, and begins removing wires from his way. He grabs one of the TV monitors on the announce table, and then as Rekon comes stumbling toward him Fuzz nails him with the TV monitor. Fuzz lifts a lifeless Rekon up, and goes to irish whip him into the steel post, but Rekon reverses. Rekon smacks into the ringpost shoulder first, and comes stumbling back around, and Rekon takes his head off with a running double footed dropkick. Rekon rests for a second. He gets to his feet, and begins peppering Fuzz's forehead with punches. Rekon lifts Fuzz up, walking him over to the security guardrail, and goes to bounce Fuzz' head off of it, but Fuzz blocks, elbows Rekon in the gut, and then lifts him up and drops him across the guardrail with a flapjack kind of move. Rekon falls back into the aisle, and Fuzz rests. He gets up and rolls Rekon into the ring, going for a cover. ONE!!!
Fuzz stays on the offensive, sending Rekon into the corner. He waits til Rekon gets up, and goes to give him a Fuzzbuster, but Rekon moves his head out of the way in time and when Fuzz gets back up Rekon takes him down with a satellite DDT. Fuzz gets back up and receives a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. Rekon goes to the top rope and flips off, connecting with a corkscrew moonsault, hooking the leg for a pin. ONE!!!
Rekon twists Fuzz' legs into a sharpshooter. Fuzz screams as the hold is tightened. Several moments pass with Fuzz in the submission. Fuzz almost passes out, as the ref checks his arms, but Fuzz is able to keep his arm up after the second drop. Rekon let go of the hold, but then he stomps away at Fuzz' leg. Rekon slaps on a second leg submission move, this time an ankle lock. It looks as if Fuzz is going to tap, but he crawls on his elbows across the ring. Rekon pulls him back into the center of the ring. Finally, Fuzz pulls himself out and gets to the ropes. Rekon releases the hold, and then he plants Fuzz with a double knee backbreaker. Rekon boots Fuzz' back a little, then he reapplies the sharpshooter. Once again, Fuzz struggles in the hold for a few moments and finally was able to get to the ropes, but Rekon won't let go of the hold. The ref can't really DQ him but he tells Rekon to release the hold anyway. He lets go of the hold and then begins pacing, yelling for Fuzz to get up. Rekon measures Fuzz for a superkick, but Fuzz ducks under it and explodes with a clothesline that nearly decapitates Rekon. Both men are down for a moment, then Fuzz goes for a pin. One... two... kickout. Slowly Fuzz gets up, lifts Rekon up and plants him with a sitout powerbomb. He covers again! ONE!!!
Kickout! Fuzz angrily gets up and waits for Rekon to get to his feet before connecting with the Fuzzbuster. He goes for another cover, as Rekon looks to be out of it. ONE!!!
Kickout. Fuzz can't believe what he is seeing! Rekon refuses to go down. Fuzz lifts a limp Rekon up to his feet, clubbing him a few times, but suddenly Rekon gives him a mule kick right in the groin. Fuzz drops to one knee in pain, holding his jewels, and Rekon takes a second to run to the ropes and then as he comes back he hits a short reverse hurricanrana that drives Fuzz facefirst into the mat. Rekon waits for Fuzz to get up to one knee and then he runs in, using Fuzz' knee as a springboard to hit a bullet-time effect shining wizard to the temple. Rekon goes for a pin. ONE!!!
KICKOUT! Rekon goes to lift Fuzz up, attempting to hook him from the side for the Standard Procedure. Fuzz elbows his way out of it, boots Rekon in the gut and takes him down with a double arm DDT, then locks on the Dreamweaver. Rekon's eyes bulge at being caught in the submission. Fuzz tightens the hold. After a few moments, the ref asks Rekon if he gives up, but still he refuses to submit, although he's fading into unconsciousness. Finally, moments pass but still, Rekon won't quit. Fuzz throws the limp body of Rekon down to the mat. Fuzz goes to the turnbuckles and begins climbing up to the top rope. He takes a moment to catch his breath, but he gets on the top turnbuckle and sets himself. As he measures Rekon, he flies off looking for a frog splash, but Rekon rolls out of the way and Fuzz goes sailing to the mat. Both men are down on the mat, as the referee starts counting them both out. One...two...three...four...five...six... seven... eight... Both men make it to their feet, winded and beaten after the grueling contest. Rekon charges Fuzz with a clothesline, but Fuzz ducks underneath and grabs Rekon by the neck, spinning him around for the Afterthought... REKON COUNTERS!!! REKON COUNTERS!!! He's got Fuzz, THE STANDARD PROCEDURE! FUZZ IS DOWN! FUZZ IS DOWN!!! ONE!!!
WINNER AND HELL DOME QUALIFIER: Ladies and gentlemen, we've just witness a great match between FUZZ and LIEUTENANT REKON. Both men gave it their all, and it was a damn close call. FUZZ has returned to the backstage area, and REKON lies in the ring, unable to do much as he recovers from the battle. HANNAH AUTUMN kneels next to him with his head in her lap. REKON doesn't seem to have much left in him tonight. The fans don't show any sympathy whatsoever. Wait, what's this? OWEN BANANAS is back! He jumps over the fan barricade and bumrushes the ring! A frightened HANNAH AUTUMN hightails it out of the ring. OWEN BANANAS stands over the helpless REKON, staring down at him with seething hatred in his eyes. The man who attacked OWEN earlier rushes toward the ring from backstage. OWEN doesn't look scared in the least bit. The big man enters the ring, and OWEN goes in for the kill. He tries his best to take the big man down, but the latter manages to get his big meathook hand around OWEN'S throat! He lifts him up high into the air! OWEN tries to fight out of it, but it's too late! OWEN goes down HARD! The big man laughs like a maniac, to which the audience rains down their hatred. REKON pulls himself up by way of ring rope, grabbing a microphone from HANNAH AUTUMN who senses it's OK to get back into the ring again. REKON kneels down beside OWEN, putting his face right up against OWEN'S. LT. REKON: When... will you learn... I'm better than you! I will ALWAYS... ALWAYS... ALWAYS... be one step ahead of you! What do I have to do to prove it to you?! Huh?! What do I hafta' do?! You want me?! Huh?! You want MORE?! FINE! Forget about the match I announced earlier. If you want me so badly, YOU GOT IT! NEXT WEEK... ON ANARCHY... IT'S GONNA BE A HANDICAP, NO-DISQUALIFICATION MATCH!!!!! YOU WANT ME?!?! COME GET ME!!!!! ALEX BERENSTAIN!! ALEX BERENSTAIN!! ALEX IS IN THE RING! He's telling REKON and REKON'S enforcement that he's not looking for a fight. REKON instructs the big man to back down, and he hands ALEX his microphone. ALEX: Enough, guys! What are you DOING?! This isn't suppose to happen! We're suppose to be buds, remember?! Are you seriously gonna let a woman come between us?! Huh?! Is that how it's gonna be?! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! ALEX gives REKON the microphone back. REKON smirks devilishly. LT. REKON: Oh, ALEX. Young, naive ALEX. Can't you just stay out of it? Why must you come out here and try to play peace keeper? ALEX... I like you. I really do. I have no problem with you whatsoever. But if you don't leave this ring right now... The big man steps up behind ALEX, tapping him on the shoulder. ALEX looks back with fear in his heart. LT. REKON: Then I'll have you removed by any ... means ... necessary. OH, MY! ALEX doesn't know what to do! The big man cracks his knuckles, then his neck--waiting patiently for ALEX to decide how he wants to exit the ring. ALEX throws his hands up in surrender. REKON smirks again, giving ALEX a sarcastic "good job" round of applause. ALEX heads toward the ropes to leave, but NO! THE BIG MAN GRABS HIM BY THE SHOULDER! Our camera pans in to get a good look at the frightened, bewildered expression on ALEX'S face. He slowly turns to face the big man, and the big man gets his hand around ALEX'S neck! OH, HELL! WHY, REKON?! WHY?! HE'S YOUR FRIEND! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG! HE WAS LEAVING LIKE YOU TOLD HIM TO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! CHOKESLAM! ALEX BERENSTAIN HAS JUST BEEN CHOKESLAMMED!! THIS ISN'T RIGHT! THIS IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT! LIEUTENANT REKON IS A FUCKING MONSTER! LT. REKON: May this be a message to anybody who gets in my way... I will NOT be stopped. Nobody can stop ME! NOBODY! "Out Of My Way" by Seether hits and REKON drops the microphone, eyeing the destruction that lays before him. He rolls out of the ring with the big man following. They meet HANNAH at the bottom of the ramp, and the three go to exit as the audience spews more hatred on them. Our scene slowly starts to fade out with a close-up of the two motionless bodies in the ring. Complete carnage! Unbelievable! As the camera comes into focus you see the Hollywood sign in the background and can see the rush of the Los Angeles traffic going crazy. The camera comes to a standstill on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. As it does you can see standin right in front is "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE, and he is there along with ALANAH RAE, MADISON SCOTT, and KATIE MORGAN. The group is standing around and talking with someone. As that person walks away DYNAMIC turns to the camera and starts to talk. "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Well look who's here? You all didn't think I wouldn't make an appearance for 10-10-10? Of course I would be on here! Naturally I am not in the arena wrestling and breaking someone's neck, but thats alright. What I am doing though is something that is much much more important! The camera pans to show the ladies showing off their bodies. Dynamic then laughs. "THE FRANCHISE" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Of course they are and important thing I am doing. But what I am getting at point blank is I am out here shooting a few movies that will be coming out in the spring and summer of next year. Making some crazy money! But you know what? I am coming back sometime in the near future. When you least expect it I am going to bash someone from behind and take either the World or the Universal title... No doubt about it! DYNAMIC smiles into the camera sarcastically with the camera fading out the rest of the way.
The match begins with EMO and HUNTER exchanging words in the center of the ring. HUNTER pushes EMO away and taunts him by making motions like he is slitting his wrist. EMO doesn’t appear to happy about it and charges at HUNTER shoulder first ramming him into the ropes. EMO then whips HUNTER across the ring bouncing him off the other ropes. He comes rebounding towards EMO, but EMO slides under the legs of HUNTER. EMO jumps up quickly before HUNTER can turn around and pulls the feet out from under him sending HUNTER’s face into the mat. EMO though is looking like the same ‘ol EMO as the crowd cheers loudly for the young twenty-two year old. EMO sees the opening early and runs over to the back of HUNTER to lock in the suicide silence but HUNTER quickly gets out of it and slides out of the ring. EMO though quickly bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and goes to the ground looking to connect with a baseball slide to the back of HUNTER who wasn’t paying attention, but HUNTER turns around just in time to move out of the way! EMO goes crashing onto the floor holding his back. HUNTER pulls EMO up to his feet and walks him over to the barricade and smashes EMO’s head into it once. Then HUNTER picks him up and drops EMO’s chest on it. EMO falls to the ground holding his chest. HUNTER then begins to stomp multiple times on the chest of EMO. HUNTER pulls EMO up to his feet and then whips him with all his force into the ring steps. EMO sends his shoulder directly into them and he grasps his shoulder in pain. HUNTER decides to pick up a chair. He waits as EMO slowly recovers. As EMO turns to face HUNTER he is hit hard over the head with the chair! CRACK!! EMO falls straight backwards and is out of it! HUNTER picks up the body of EMO and throws him back into the ring. EMO has a little cut on the top of his head from the chair shot that has started bleeding all over his face. HUNTER then picks the chair back up and throws it into the ring as well. HUNTER climbs up on the apron and then to the top rope. HUNTER jumps off and connects with a frog splash to EMO right in the middle of the ring. This could be it! HUNTER with the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! The bloodied EMO is somehow able to kick out after a chair shot and frog splash! How much more can he take? HUNTER gets up and stands over the almost knocked out body of EMO. EMO is now slowly making his way to his knees. Blood is going everywhere. HUNTER helps EMO get to his feet quicker. HUNTER then hits EMO with two hard slaps across the chest. HUNTER then kicks EMO in the stomach and drops him down with a DDT! HUNTER slides out of the ring and begins to look underneath the ring for some sort of weapon. He doesn't find anything that he wants to use. He looks around before finally seeing the chair in the ring. He climbs up to the apron but doesn't notice that EMO has made his way to his feet. EMO bounces off the opposite rope and then hits HUNTER with a dropkick that sends HUNTER flying off the apron and crashing into the guard rail. HUNTER goes down hard grabbing his back which took the majority of the hit. EMO waits as HUNTER slowly makes his way to his feet. EMO then catapults his body over the top rope and connects with a cross body to the outside of the ring! EMO bounces up to his feet pretty quickly but RYAN is down and in some serious pain after the the set of events that just took place. EMO picks up HUNTER and whips him into the steel stairs just like HUNTER did to him. HUNTER goes back first into the stairs! HUNTER's back is now in a lot of pain! EMO has done a number on his back and has noticed he is grabbing it in pain. EMO picks up HUNTER and slides him back into the ring. EMO then climbs up to the top rope. He jumps off and hits HUNTER with a moonsault double foot stomp to the back of HUNTER! HUNTER grabs his back in severe pain yet again! EMO isn't done yet though. He picks up the chair and slams it into the back of HUNTER! EMO puts the chair on top of the face of HUNTER and then climbs back up to the top rope and quickly jumps off connect with a leg drop onto the chair right to the face of HUNTER! That has to be it! A leg drop onto a chair! EMO kicks the chair off of HUNTER. EMO is limping around and took some damage to the leg after that leg drop. EMO hooks the leg of HUNTER for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!!! HUNTER is somehow able to kickout! What a match! Both men want to win this Hell Dome Qualifying match. Neither one is willing to give up! EMO once again climbs up the rope this time only to the second turnbuckle. He waits for HUNTER to make his way to his feet and turn towards him. EMO jumps off and grabs a hold of HUNTER's head and tries to spin him around with a tornado DDT but instead HUNTER catches EMO picks him up high and slams him into the mat with a hard spinebuster! Both men are now down! HUNTER got himself some much needed time to recuperate. Both men make their way to their feet at about the same time. HUNTER runs at EMO and hits him with a hard spear! HUNTER picks up the chair and takes it with him to the top rope. What is he going to do? EMO has no idea what's going on and as he turns around to face HUNTER, HUNTER throws the chair at him. EMO catches it right in front of his face. HUNTER jumps off and connects with a missile dropkick into the chair which goes straight into EMO's face!! HUNTER just connected with a missile dropkick into a chair that might have ended this match! HUNTER goes for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! EMO does it again! EMO might be bleeding all over the ring but he doesn't want to give up his shot at the Hell Dome match. HUNTER gets up grabbing his back. He picks up the chair and slams it into the back of EMO who is now laying face down in the ring. HUNTER doesn't know what he has to do in order to get the win. He picks EMO up and suplex's him into the middle of the ring. HUNTER then climbs back up to the top rope as EMO is trying to slowly get up. HUNTER pumps the crowd up as he waits for EMO to make his way to his feet. EMO finally does and turns to find HUNTER. HUNTER immediately jumps off the top rope with THE HUNTER SPEAR!! HUNTER just connected with THE HUNTER SPEAR! He hooks the leg of EMO for what has to be the win! ONE!
WINNER AND HELL DOME QUALIFIER: HUNTER RYAN has done it! He has beaten EMO in this hardcore battle that will send HUNTER RYAN to the HELL DOME match that will take place at AUTUMN IN HELL! "Don't... Be... Silent" Confrontation by Otep, the entrance music for N.O.W. starts to play. Shots of all the original members of the group are playing up on the x-tron. The Australian fans are booing like they don't need to breath. No one comes out for a while but the song continues playing. Then out from the back, R.J. PALMER steps out on to the stage by himself. For the first time in his XWF career, he can hear some cheers from his home country crowd. He stands on the stage with his arms crossed for a couple of seconds and then looks behind him, looking for anyone else. He even does a full 360 turn and then looks at the crowd and shrugs his shoulders and smiles. He walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and jumps back to his feet. PALMER: Uhh, guys? Am I the only one who's going to come out? FAMINE? JOHN? PETE? Teammates usually stick with each other, where the fuck are you guys? He lowers the microphone and looks up at the stage, waiting for something. He looks around and then spots someone in the crowd and looks happy. He gets out of the ring and jumps the barricade and runs up through the crowd to a fat emo girl. PALMER: TRENT thank God I found you. Where is everyone? I thought this was the group promo for our new totally, awesome stable that isn't shit in the slightest? Wait... R.J. looks at the girl for a while. PALMER: TRENT, you look different since you left. Are you using a darker shade of eye liner? The girl doesn't talk, she just laughs and smiles at R.J. PALMER: Why aren't you talking to me, TRENT? Are you still upset that I won the World Title instead of you? Fine, be a prick. R.J. leaves her and starts walking back through the crowd and then stops right before the barricade and stares at a tall, skinny, blonde chick. PALMER: I'll see you in the Hell Dome, DOWNFALL. He then jumps the barricade and gets back into the ring. PALMER: Alright, so obviously I'm just being the worlds biggest wanker. N.O.W. is dead and has been dead for quite some time. Even everyone from that group, excluding me, has a dead career. GILMOUR has had like one win in the past few months, and that was against some homo who became famous from a auto-tuned newstory. He couldn't even beat DOWNFALL, how pathetic. TRENT GEIN isn't around anymore, which is a good thing since he was just embarrasing himself these days. The other former leader of N.O.W. couldn't even beat the former rookie of the group for the World Title. Well, that was me so it's no surprise since I was always the talent of that group. You swing around a chainsaw and you still couldn't win a single match towards the end of your career? BIGG RIGG... How does someone say that without keeping a straight face? Same as TRENT, couldn't do jackshit towards the end of his career so he left. Although he did just have a match, but I can't respect him for that since it was BIGG RIGG versus SUPERBALLS. Come on, that was obviously put together as a joke and was in no way a serious match. So it's pretty obvious now who was the best out of that group of rejects. I was the only person to come out of all that and actually do something important. While all the other members were losing matches, or dying, I was out winning matches and becoming World Champion. Thanks guys, for not actually helping me like a group of Legends are suppose to do for rookies and making me look even better by comparison. Compared to you guys, I looked like a God. If it wasn't for all of you always looking bad, I may have never caught the attention of the people. So now I want to put the final nail in the coffin of this group by taking down the founder of the group and move onto Hell Dome, where I'll finally be crowned as the best in the company. He drops the microphone, and the camera fades to black.
BLIZZARD and JAYZON are both in the ring starring each other down as they wait for their much anticipated match to begin. The men are both ready for the match to begin and exchanging smirks. They both seem to be very happy about the match. JAYZON points at BLIZZARD and whispers "You're mine now bitch." To which BLIZZARD responds "Bring it." The bell rings as the two legends approach each other. Nobody throws any strikes yet. They both just stand face to face talking back and forth. JAYZON begins to put his finger into the face BLIZZARD as he is yelling cuss words at him. Finally BLIZZARD decides to grab a hold of JAYZON's finger. JAYZON gets mad and kicks BLIZZARD in the stomach as the match gets set to begin. BLIZZARD and JAYZON begin to trade right and left hands until JAYZON finally gets the upper hand with a right hand that sends BLIZZARD down. BLIZZARD quickly bounces back up and runs at JAYZON who moves out of the way sending BLIZZARD right into the corner turnbuckle face first. BLIZZARD backs up off the turnbuckle and turns around. As soon as he faces JAYZON he is hit with a boot to the stomach followed by a DDT. JAYZON stands up quickly and begins to talk shit to BLIZZARD who is down after the hard DDT. JAYZON begins to stomp the body of BLIZZARD until the ref finally makes him stop. JAYZON has a huge smile on his face as he arrogantly walks around the ring. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and raises his hands trying to get the crowd into the match. The crowd goes nuts! During this time BLIZZARD has made his way to his feet and is waiting for JAYZON to get down and turn around. JAYZON finally gets down and turns to face BLIZZARD. BLIZZARD hits JAYZON with a hard bicycle kick that sends JAYZON back into the turnbuckle. BLIZZARD now begins to stomp on the body of WILLIAMZ until JAYZON falls down and is seated leaning against the turnbuckle. BLIZZARD backs up, gets a running start, and charges at JAYZON. BLIZZARD jumps up and hits JAYZON with a running knee to the face of JAYZON in the corner. JAYZON falls over and grabs his face in serious pain. BLIZZARD might have knocked JAYZON out! BLIZZARD wastes no time as he picks up JAYZON. BLIZZARD spins JAYZON around and grabs him around the waist. BLIZZARD throws JAYZON over his head with a hard belly to back suplex. BLIZZARD now tries to pump the crowd up and a large portion of them go nuts! The crowd is loving this match between two of the best the XWF has ever seen. BLIZZARD decides to climb up to the top rope. He stands straight up and gets the crowd pumped up as he waits for JAYZON to make his way to his feet. Once he does and turns to face BLIZZARD, BLIZZARD jumps off and hits WILLIAMZ with a missile dropkick to the chest which sends JAYZON across the ring and to the ground. BLIZZARD thinks about picking JAYZON up but instead begins to stomp on the body of JAYZON until the ref makes him stop as well. BLIZZARD stands over JAYZON and begins to talk to him. "This is all you've got? I thought you are supposed to be the best ever? I'm going to make this quick." BLIZZARD smiles as he picks JAYZON up and hits him with a hard chest slap. BLIZZARD then bounces off the rope and hits JAYZON with the ICE PICK! BLIZZARD just hit JAYZON with the ICE PICK which is a brutal upper body spear! This match might be over! BLIZZARD hooks the leg of WILLIAMZ for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!! JAYZON is able to kickout with relative ease! JAYZON isn't ready for this match to be over quite yet. He has way too much pride to lose that quickly and like this. BLIZZARD is somewhat surprised that JAYZON was able to kick out. BLIZZARD complains to the ref about a slow count, which gives WILLIAMZ the chance to get to his feet. JAYZON waits as BLIZZARD turns towards him and as soon as he does JAYZON charges BLIZZARD going for a closeline which BLIZZARD is able to duck under. JAYZON bounces off the rope and once he gets back to BLIZZARD, BLIZZARD picks him up and slams him down hard with a spinebuster right in the middle of the ring! JAYZON is hurt again! BLIZZARD climbs up to the top rope yet again and gets the crowd into it once again. BLIZZARD can almost smell the win. He jumps off the top rope and tries to connect with a perfect moonsault but WILLIAMZ is able to roll out of the way which causes BLIZZARD to land face first into the mat! BLIZZARD grabs his stomach in some serious pain. They both slowly make their way up. JAYZON gets to his feet first. He bounces off the rope and connects with a closeline that nearly takes BLIZZARDS head off! BLIZZARD does a flip and lands face first! What a closeline! JAYZON bounces up and is finally gaining some momentum. BLIZZARD slowly makes his way to his feet. He tries to throw a hard punch at JAYZON who ducks then lands a hard boot to the stomach. JAYZON puts BLIZZARD's head between his legs, picks him up, and drops him down on the top of his head with a piledriver! JAYZON has finally taken full control of the match. He begins to stomp on the body of BLIZZARD yet again and yells "What were you saying bitch? You should have finished me when you had the chance. Oh wait...you never had the chance." JAYZON picks up BLIZZARD and grabs him around the head. WILLIAMZ lifts BLIZZARD up over his head and holds him there for a second before dropping him down hard with stalling suplex. JAYZON gets up quick again. This time he jumps up to the top rope. He pumps the crowd up and then jumps off and connects with an elbow drop right to the chest of BLIZZARD. BLIZZARD grabs his chest in some serious pain! JAYZON thinks about the pin but decides not to. He picks BLIZZARD up and hits him with a chest slap of his own that can be heard all the way around the arena. JAYZON grabs BLIZZARD around the head again and lifts him up high in the air going for what looks like another stalling suplex but instead he drops him down hard straight on his head! BLIZZARD might be out! JAYZON thinks about the pin again but instead just starts talking more shit to BLIZZARD. "I could end this if I wanted to. I'm not ready to though. I'm going to show you th at you made a huge mistake wanting to fight me. You're no me. You'll never be me. I hope you enjoyed your career because it ends tonight." JAYZON smiles as he throws his hands in the air trying to get the crowd involved yet again. BLIZZARD is finally slowly making his way to his feet. JAYZON is standing there waiting for BLIZZARD to turn around so he can hit him with one of his finishers and possibly end this match. BLIZZARD makes his way to his feet and turns to face JAYZON who immediately nails BLIZZARD in the face with THE KILL SHOT! JAYZON has just hit the KILL SHOT straight to the face of BLIZZARD! BLIZZARD falls straight back and seems to be knocked out. JAYZON just stands over the body of BLIZZARD and smiles. He doesn't even consider going for the pin. JAYZON tries to tell BLIZZARD to get up but BLIZZARD is completely out of it at th is point. This match could be over if JAYZON would just go for the pin but he is too cocky to do so. He is enjoying this beating that he is giving to BLIZZARD. JAYZON decides to climb up to the top rope yet again. If he doesn't end this match quick BLIZZARD is going to get some breathing room and make a comeback. JAYZON stands straight up and pumps the crowd off before jumping off high in the air going for the HAIL MARY!! BLIZZARD MOVES!! BLIZZARD rolls out of the way of the Hail Mary! JAYZON is now grabbing his stomach in serious pain as both men are down at this point. They both slowly make their way to their feet. JAYZON bounces off the rope and tries to hit BLIZZARD with another closeline but BLIZZARD is able to duck under it, bounce off the rope, and hit JAYZON in the face with a dropkick! BLIZZARD gets to his feet and waits for JAYZON to get back to his feet. BLIZZARD grabs WILLIAMZ by the head and then hooks his leg. BLIZZARD picks WILLIAMZ up over his head and slams him down with a fishermen suplex into a pin! ONE!
KICKOUT! JAYZON is able to kick out yet again! As far as he's concerned this match is nowhere near over. BLIZZARD is starting to get a little frustrated and is starting to realize that this match is going to be a lot harder to win than he anticipated. Both men are starting to realize they have a real fight on their hands. BLIZZARD gets to his feet and begins to stomp on the body of WILLIAMZ yet again. This time he decides to get on top of JAYZON and starts pummeling him with rights and lefts to the face. JAYZON is able to cover his face and prevent any real damage from happening. The ref finally makes BLIZZARD stop and as he does BLIZZARD shoves the ref away. BLIZZARD gets up and picks up the body of JAYZON. BLIZZARD picks up JAYZON and sets him sitting down on the top turnbuckle. BLIZZARD then climbs up to the top turnbuckle, grabs JAYZON by the head and stands him up. BLIZZARD then lifts JAYZON up high into the air and slams him down hard with a superplex! JAYZON's body bounces off the mat hard. WILLIAMZ grabs his back in pain after falling from so high straight onto his back! What a battle this hard turned into between the two XWF legends! BLIZZARD quickly makes his way back to his feet. He waits as WILLIAMZ is also slowly making his way to his feet meanwhile grabbing his back. WILLIAMZ turns to face BLIZZARD who is set up and waiting for him. As soon as WILLIAMZ takes a step towards BLIZZARD, BLIZZARD grabs him and hits him with the FLASH OF FLAME!! What a twisting downward spiral! BLIZZARD goes for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! JAYZON WILLIAMZ is able to kickout again! BLIZZARD is beyond frustrated at this point. BLIZZARD decides to climb up to the top rope yet again! BLIZZARD waits as JAYZON slowly makes his way up. JAYZON notices BLIZZARD on the top rope waiting for him. BLIZZARD jumps off trying to go for a missile dropkick but JAYZON is ready and moves out of the way before BLIZZARD is able to hit him. BLIZZARD hits the ground hard but is able to bounce back up relatively quickly. BLIZZARD charges at JAYZON and tries to go for another spear but JAYZON is able to move once again which sends BLIZZARD crashing into the turnbuckle. JAYZON grabs BLIZZARD by the back of the head and drops him down with a reverse DDT! JAYZON gets up quickly and pumps the crowd up. He sets up and waits for BLIZZARD to get to his feet. BLIZZARD finally gets up but has his back turned to WILLIAMZ. JAYZON turns BLIZZARD around, kicks him in the stomach, and nails him with THE 187!! JAYZON just connected with his finishing move the 187!!! This has to be over now! JAYZON stands over the body of BLIZZARD who is completely out now. "I told you I was going to make you my bitch!" JAYZON goes for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! BLIZZARD shows JAYZON that he isn't the only tough guy in the XWF by barely kicking out of the 187! JAYZON and the crowd thought this match was over for sure! BLIZZARD might have kicked out but he is still in some serious pain and still out of it. JAYZON quickly bounces to his feet and jumps up to the top rope. He wastes no time and jumps off high in the air and connects with THE HAIL MARY!!! JAYZON is actually able to connect with the HAIL MARY this time! This match HAS to be over now! JAYZON hooks the leg of BLIZZARD for the pin! ONE!
WINNER: JAYZON WILLIAMZ has done it! JAYZON has beaten fellow XWF Legend BLIZZARD in an all out way between two of the best wrestlers the XWF has ever seen! This rivalry might be just beginning as the two men had an all out war in the ring with JAYZON WILLIAMZ barely able to pull out the victory! We cut backstage, where we see LEGION walking down the hallway until he bumps into BLACK DEATH, who is making his way out of the arena. BLACK DEATH sees LEGION, giving a simple nod as he starts to leave. LEGION: Don't give me that "nod and leave" nonsense, James. You and I have some business to take care of. BLACK DEATH looks none too pleased to be referred to by his given name, and glares at LEGION. BLACK DEATH: Look, LEGION, I don't know what your problem is…but leave me out of it. I did what I needed to do, now I'm going home. LEGION: Fine, but before you go I want you to understand something. LEGION steps closer to BLACK DEATH, and the two men stare nose to nose. LEGION: My "problem" isn't going to end any time soon. Don't think I haven't forgotten the way you betrayed me. BLACK DEATH: Dude, you know I would never… LEGION shoves him back. LEGION: Save your apologies for someone who cares. Go on, go back home to your family. See if I care! I promise you this, JAMES…the time for vengeance is nigh, and by hook or by crook, I will make you pay. Tonight's not the night, and the XWF may not be the place…but I promise you, I will have my revenge. So it is written, so shall it come to pass! BLACK DEATH stares at LEGION, shaking his head in disappointment as he leaves the arena. LEGION stares on, a snarl on his face as we cut away.
DING...DING...DING... The opening bell sounds as the Melbourne crowd goes completely crazy as this high profile match gets under way. RANMA and CCP circle each other in the ring. Flashbulbs from the crowd fire off from all over the building. The crowd gets louder and louder as the two finally step up face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye. Trash talking from CCP can be seen while RANMA mutters something back causing CCP to slap him across the face drawing a reaction from the crowd, but more of a reaction from RANMA who charges CCP taking him down with a double leg take down, RANMA begins to hammer down with right hands, CCP manages to roll reversing the position and now it's PAGE who hammers down with rights, RANMA rolls over reversing the position as he now again beats down on the head of PAGE, CCP again rolls in an attempt to reverses the position but instead the two roll under the bottom rope to the arena floor where they both land on there feet but it's PAGE who laces RANMA across the chest with a knife edge chop, PAGE lands a second and then a third before taking RANMA head first into the ring apron. PAGE takes RANMA looking to send him into the steel steps, RANMA reverses to a huge pop from the crowd and it's PAGE who is driven shoulder first into the steps! RANMA shakes off the chops as he comes forward picking up CCP before sending him back first into the security rail. RANMA comes forward with a boot to the midsection before planting a stiff right hand to the jaw of CCP. RANMA takes PAGE around the corner of the ring before scooping him up over his shoulder. RANMA charges the the ring post looking to drive PAGE face and shoudler first into it, but it's PAGE who counters by sliding down the back before shoving RANMA forward sending him crashing into the ring post sending RANMA to the floor! CCP comes forward before putting the boots to RANMA. CCP eventually drops down and begins to choke SAOTOME to a roar of boo's from the Australian crowd. CCP breaks his choke hold before picking up RANMA and sending him back into the ring under the bottom rope. CCP slides into the ring after RANMA, he picks him up by the hair before shooting him across the ring into a set of buckles. PAGE charages RANMA looking to drive in a stiff clothesline but RANMA is smarter then the average bear as he side steps PAGE sending him crashing into the buckles chest first. RANMA takes advantage hurling CCP bawards with a German Release Suplex. RANMA is back to a vertical base as he bounces off the ropes driving a perfectly placed elbow to the forehead of CCP. 1....
CCP begins to stir eventually getting back to his feet. RANMA comes forward taking PAGE by the hair before snapping him over with a snap suplex. RANMA is in full control as he drops a leg across the throat of PAGE before picking him up and shooting him into the ropes, CCP bounces off the ropes, RANMA ducks his head, he ducks early and pays the price with a Hangman's DDT from CCP spiking him on his head. CCP is shown rolling out to the arena floor as the referee begins to count out RANMA. 1....
On the floor CCP is shown throwing the time keeper from his steel folding chair. In the ring RANMA begins to stir. 4.... RANMA reaches his feet as CCP is shown sliding back into the ring. CCP comes up behind SAOTOME cracking him across the back with a chairshot but RANMA manages to stay on his feet, CCP jabs the chair into the gut of SAOTOME doubling the former Universal Champion over before cracking him across the back with a second and more violent chair shot dropping him to all fours. CCP smacks the chair against the mat begging for RANMA to get to a vertical base. RANMA pushes himself up off the mat and reaches his feet, CCP comes forward looking to drill RANMA in the skull, the crowd roars as RANMA ducks the chair shot before catching PAGE with a thumb to the eye causing him to drop the chair! RANMA gains control of the chair before blasting PAGE in the skull with a shot that echo's throughout the entire building! The fans roar as CCP falls to the mat like a ton of bricks. 1....
CCP begins to stir as he slowly rolls to the ropes before rolling out of the ring landing on his feet breaking the count. In the ring RANMA drops the chair before running full speed towards the ropes where he dives through the top and middle rope connecting with a suicide dive taking PAGE back first into the security barrier before it knocks him to the floor! RANMA reaches his feet to a huge pop from the crowd. He picks up CCP by the hair before body slamming him ono the floor. The official is there to count. 1....
CCP reaches up and pulls himself to his feet using the guardrail. RANMA goes around the ring and knocks the steel steps loose. He picks up the top half before sliding it back into the ring. RANMA comes back around the ring and catches CCP with a right hand before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. RANMA slides back in after PAGE where he retrieves the top portion of the steel steps. The crowd is a buzz as RANMA measures CCP who manages to get to a vertical base, RANMA charges PAGE looking to drill him, CCP counters sending RANMA bouncing face first off the steel steps with a drop toe hold! CCP gets to a vertical base before picking up the steps and laying them across the face of RANMA. The crowd responds as CCP picks up the Steel Chair and begins to violently smash the chair into the steel steps! Four, five, six shots to the steps knocking them back into the head and face of RANMA. CCP falls back into a neutral corner screaming for the official to count RANMA out. 1....
RANMA begins to stir drawing a massive pop from the crowd and frustration out of CCP. 6... RANMA reaches his feet stopping the count, but as he reaches his feet he's smacked in the head with a violent steel chair shot denting the chair over his head. RANMA falls backwards to the mat below as we see CCP step through the ropes to the ring apron. CCP climbs the turnbuckles and with RANMA in a prone position CCP leaps off the top rope driving a diving headbutt into the shoulder and side of the neck of SAOTOME! CCP gets to his feet backing away for the referee to count. 1....
The crowd roars as RANMA begins to stir! CCP drops to the mat rolling out to the floor. 9... RANMA reaches his knee. The crowd roars louder as CCP pulls out a LADDER from under the ring as RANMA stands to a vertical base. CCP slides the Ladder into the ring. CCP slides into the ring after the Ladder, he reaches down to pick it up but in the process RANMA comes forward kicking CCP straight in the chest with so much force it stands CCP to a vertical base where RANMA be-heads me with a vicious clothesline sending PAGE to the mat which allows RANMA to pick up the Ladder! RANMA sets the Ladder up in a neutral corner before meeting PAGE as he attempts to get to his feet. RANMA takes CCP whipping him towards the Ladder, he whips him with so much force PAGE hits the Ladder back first bouncing off the Ladder to the mat below. RANMA comes forward picking up the Ladder before placing it across the middle rope using the middle turnbuckle as a support, RANMA takes both legs of CCP leaving CCP's head under the Ladder. He falls backwards catapulting CCP face first into the Ladder! The crowd roars with approval as RANMA is shown getting back to his feet. The official begins to count CCP out. 1....
CCP begins to slowly roll around. 6...
CCP reaches his feet moments before the fatal 10 count, he turns around into RANMA who picks him up and plants him into the mat with a Death Valley Driver. The crowd roars as RANMA rolls out to the arena floor where he pulls a TABLE out from under the ring. SAOTOME works the Table into the ring. The official reaches a 4 count on PAGE before RANMA breaks the count by picking up PAGE only to catch a low blow in the process drawing major heat from the crowd. RANMA drops to his knees holding his groin. CCP reaches his feet before taking the Ladder and suplexing it across the upper back of RANMA dropping him to the mat. CCP comes over to the Steel Steps which are still in play. He looks down at them before looking at RANMA. PAGE takes RANMA by the hair pulling him to his feet, he walks him up the two steps to the top of the steps before driving him head first into the top of the stairs with a Cradle Piledriver! The crowd gasp as RANMA bounces skull first off the steps to the mat. CCP makes his way to the mat from the steps by stepping off the top step. RANMA has been busted wide open. The official begins to count him out. 1....
RANMA rolls over pushing himself up off the mat. RANMA manages to get to one knee as CCP is shown demanding the official count faster. RANMA reaches his other knee before standing to a vertical base! The crowd roars as RANMA signals for CCP to "Come on!" CCP comes forward swinging wildly, RANMA ducks the attempt before side suplexing CCP on the top portion of the steel steps! CCP lashes out in pain as he clutches his back, he rolls off the steps to the mat his body cringing in pain as the referee begins to count both men out. 1....
RANMA begins to stir. 7... CCP slowly begins to move while RANMA is shown getting to his knees. 8... CCP is now to his knees as RANMA reaches his feet and now the count is on CCP 9... CCP reaches a vertical base. RANMA comes forward planting PAGE with a superkick knocking him back to the mat. RANMA picks up the steel steps and throws them to the floor before kicking the dented chair out of the ring and to the floor. 1... RANMA comes over to the Table and sets it up. 2... RANMA is shown making his way to the Ladder. 3... RANMA picks up the Ladder and sets it up across the ring. 4... CCP begins to push himself up. 5... RANMA waists no time in coming over picking up CCP by the hair before bouncing him head first off the Table. RANMA lays PAGE across the Table before turning his attention towards the Ladder. The Australian crowd explodes as RANMA begins to climb the Ladder! RANMA reaches the midways point before finally reaching the top. He steps over the top of the Ladder to position himself on the same side. Pictures flash from all over as RANMA leaps off the top of the Ladder driving CCP through the Table to a thunderous pop from the crowd! The ovation doesn't cease, the crowd maintains there pitch. Both CCP and RANMA lay within what's left of the Table. The official begins to count... 1... Neither man budges. 2... No response. 3... No one moves..
RANMA begins to push himself up off of CCP's body. 7... RANMA reaches his knees as CCP just begins to move. 8... RANMA reaches his feet, CCP rolls towards the bottom rope. 9... ... ... ... 10... WINNER: It's over! CHRIS PAGE didn't make it back to the ropes in time, and the referee had to call 10! RANMA SAOTOME has proved victorious in his return to an XWF ring!
"BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO and SUPERBALLS are two of the "bigger" names featured here tonight. Not only are their names big, but THEY themselves are big. Momma didn't raise no weakling, that's for sure! The two men lock horns and it looks like a tidal wave hitting another tidal wave. Several moments pass as both men trade blows. SUPERBALLS runs to the ropes and comes back to hit GAMBINO with a Big Boot, but GAMBINO ducks, making a bee-line to the ropes. GAMBINO comes back with a vicious, knock-yo'-head-off Clothesline. SUPERBALLS goes down, and BIGG RIGG takes advantage of the situation. He kicks at SUPERBALLS ribs and abdomen, then grabs his head and pulls him up. GAMBINO delivers a stiff right hand to SUPERBALLS in order to keep him "subdued." Once JOHN GAMBINO is able to put SUPERBALLS head between his legs, it looks like he might be going for some type of Powerbomb. Indeed he is! But no! SUPERBALLS punches and claws at GAMBINO'S face, forcing him to relinguish the hold. SUPERBALLS charges the ropes and comes back with another Big Boot maneuver! RIGG DUCKS! RIGG charges SUPERBALLS... AND GETS HIT WITH A SPINE BUSTER! His momentum has been DRAINED by that move, folks! SUPERBALLS makes the cover! ONE!
KICKOUT! NOT YET, SUPERBALLS! Indifferent to the matter, SUPERBALLS continues on the offense, mounting RIGG and nailing him in the face with some hardcore "knock-yo'-teef-down-yo'-throat" punches. SUPERBALLS "helps" RIGG back up, whipping him into the turnbuckle. He charges up from behind and successfully nails GAMBINO with a "please-don't-hurt-me" Clothesline! GAMBINO stumbles out from the turnbuckle and SUPERBALLS grabs his arms from behind... THE DEATH RATTLE! OH, MY! SUPERBALLS LEVELS BIGG RIGG WITH THE DEATH RATTLE! HE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE!
KICKOUT! The speed of the match has decreased, and SUPERBALLS is on the offense. He takes the action to the corner of the ring, beating on JOHN GAMBINO like a red-headed step-child (I'm truly relieved it's not Annie! That girl inspires me). SUPERBALLS whips GAMBINO into the opposite end, quickly following behind... GAMBINO GETS A LEG UP! HE NEARLY TOOK SUPERBALLS FACE OFF! The latter spins around, nursing his sore jaw. GAMBINO comes up from behind, tackling SUPERBALLS at the knee. SUPERBALLS goes down and GAMBINO charges the ropes. He comes back with a vicious Running Leg-Drop! The audience is loving every second of this back-and-forth action! GAMBINO appears to be going for some sort of submission move... a Single-Leg Boston Crab! After a moment of struggle, SUPERBALLS manages to kick RIGG off of the top of him. GAMBINO picks SUPERBALLS up, who stumbles to stand on his left leg. GAMBINO tucks SUPERBALLS head between his legs and lifts him up! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB! THREE IN A ROW! WAIT... A FOURTH ONE?!?! ROAD RAGE!!!!! GAMBINO HOOKS THE LEG! ONE!
KICKOUT! MY GOD!!! SOMEHOW SUPERBALLS IS STAYING IN THIS THING!!! THAT WAS SO IMPRESSIVE! SUPERBALLS IS NO LIGHTWEIGHT COMPETITOR! GAMBINO MUST SURELY BE FEELING THE EFFECTS OF LIFTING HIM, AND SUPERBALLS IS OBVIOUSLY FEELING IT AS WELL! He's holding his back in pain! Surely he's not as young as he could once claim to be! Both men are laid out in the ring! The referee does routine checks on both men... SUPERBALLS and GAMBINO start to rise simultaneously... Who will be the first to get back to his feet?! SURPRISINGLY, IT'S SUPERBALLS! It's as if SUPERBALLS had no problem "getting it up!" GAMBINO'S up, and the two men trade punches back and forth until SUPERBALLS gets the upperhand, but GAMBINO counters a Short-Arm Clothesline! GAMBINO spins SUPERBALLS around and... JACKHAM--NO! NO! SUPERBALLS COUNTERS! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!! SUPERBALLS is setting up his opponent for THE INCINERATOR! HE FINDS SUCCESS! SUPERBALLS falls on top of JOHN GAMBINO and the referee starts the count! ONE!
WINNER: One Ring, Containing Six Bloodthirsty Men... Vials of Acid... Barbed Wire Baseball Bats... Flaming Tables... Surgical Blades... One Dome, Containing Chaos Unparalleled by Any Other... Sticks of Dynamite... Steel Chairs... Chainsaws... Poison... One Goal, Living in the Heart of Each Competitor... Death... ... An Option Looming Around Every Corner THE HELL DOME HALLOWEEN, 2010
There's no doubt about it; RJ PALMER wants to climb back up the ladder of success, but first he has to get through FAMINE OF THE VILE. This won't be an easy feat, and FAMINE is currently explaining why that is. The bell has rung and already PALMER has his back up against the ring corner. FAMINE delivers a few right-hand chops to the chest of PALMER. FAMINE backs up as PALMER stumbles forward. FAMINE goes to lock him into a hold, but PALMER fights out of it with fists of his own. He follows up with a Roundhouse Kick and FAMINE falls backward, catching himself on the rope. PALMER grabs an arm and whips FAMINE into the ropes. They collide in the center of the ring and both men go down simultaneously, each with a Clothesline for the other! They slowly come back to life, and they grapple at the center of the ring. FAMINE appears to be getting the upperhand, but PALMER is a resistent little tyke. FAMINE is finally able to one-up PALMER with an extra backhand, followed by another. FAMINE whips PALMER into the ropes, PALMER comes sailing back, FAMINE WITH THE CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! PALMER GOES DOWN! FAMINE lands on top, hooks the leg, and awaits the referee's three count! ONE!
KICKOUT! PALMER manages to get a shoulder up before the referee could get his hand to the mat--just barely in the knick of time! FAMINE goes straight back to work, drilling PALMER in the forehead with his knuckles. The referee orders FAMINE to stop, but there's really nothing he can do about it because anything goes in this Hell Dome Qualifier! FAMINE finally puts an end to administered knuckle-beating, and he drags PALMER back up to his feet... PALMER RETALIATES! LEFTS AND RIGHTS! PALMER'S ALL FIRED UP!! RJ whips FAMINE into the ropes and follows it up with a Running Knee Strike to FAMINE'S midsection! FAMINE'S GOTTA BE HURTIN' FROM THAT! PALMER takes to the top turnbuckle, waiting for FAMINE to stand again... MISSILE DROPKICK! PALMER MIGHT'VE JUST BROKEN FAMINE'S FACE!! RJ isn't going for the cover, but instead he locks in the Armbar! FAMINE refuses to submit! RJ applies more pressure, but to no avail. FAMINE is able to counter PALMER'S attack, shoving him away. PALMER comes back with a SPEAR! He makes the cover! ONE!
KICKOUT! PALMER can't believe it! He thought he had it! What's he going to do next??? FAMINE is slowly getting back to his feet... PALMER bounces off the ropes and comes back with a Tornado DDT from HELL! PALMER is giving FAMINE the what-for tonight, folks! After lifting FAMINE to his feet, PALMER levels him with a Spinning Neckbreaker! He hooks the leg again! ONE!
KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT! PALMER is starting to get frustrated with the way this match is going, but he wastes no time continuing the offense. PALMER sets FAMINE up for the xMOSHx! FAMINE counters! FAMINE whips PALMER into the ropes! GORILLA PRESS SLAM! FAMINE OF THE VILE STOPS RJ PALMER DEAD IN HIS TRACKS! What's he going to do next?! A Suplex?! NO! A STALLING Suplex! How long is he going to hold PALMER up like that? A minute has gone by... AND FINALLY HE TAKES PALMER DOWN! OH - MY - GOSH! THE HELLSEEKER! THE HELLSEEKER! FAMINE HOOKS THE LEG! ONE!
WINNER AND HELL DOME QUALIFIER: LIEUTENANT REKON DOWNFALL HUNTER RYAN FAMINE OF THE VILE DANTE ANGLAIS ? ? ? YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL. SEE YOU THERE. MAIN EVENT
The crowd goes nuts as they are ready for the main event of the 10-10-10 Supershow to begin. "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" by Faith No More blasts on the PA System as KIERAN KING makes his way onto the top of the ramp. KING looks to be all business. He doesn't care that the crowd seems to be booing him. He walks down to the ring and gets in the ring. KING is all business as he prepares for a match that he will more than likely be outmatched in. The odds are stacked heavily in the favor of STEVE JASON and THE FOUNDATION with JAYZON WILLIAMZ being announced as the special guest referee. "Heaven's Devils" by Derek Duke, Glenn Stafford, Neal Acree & Russell Brower blasts over the speakers as the crowd goes nuts for STEVE JASON! STEVE walks out onto the top of the ramp and looks around. A lot of people expected JAYZON and him come out together but that's not the case. STEVE walks down the ramp and enters the ring. He smiles at KING who doesn't seem to be happy about this match at all. Earlier in the night it was established that STEVE JASON and KIERAN KING are the number one contenders for the vacated XWF Universal Title. This is going to be a preview of what is to come at Autumn in Hell. The only difference is that JAYZON will be the referee in this match, which will make it very hard for KIERAN KING to walk out of here with a win. The lights go out in the arena as "U-Way" by the Youngbloodz blasts over the speakers and the fans go crazy! JAYZON WILLIAMZ steps out onto the top of the ramp wearing a sleeveless referee uniform. He has his XWF World Title slung over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp and over to the scorers table where he sets down his World Title. He jumps into the ring and over to STEVE JASON. The two men shake hands and JAYZON whispers something to STEVE JASON that kind of surprises STEVE. What could he have said? JAYZON asks for the bell to ring and for this match to get started. JAYZON walks over and gets right in front of KING. JAYZON and KING are face to face smirking at each other. JAYZON would like nothing more than to be involved in this match and be able to knock KING out. KING feels the same way. JAYZON finally moves out of the way and let's the match between KING and JASON begin. The two come together and begin to exchange punches in the middle of the ring. KING gets the advantage and is hitting JASON with a combo of punches. KING rears back for what looks to be the knockout shot but as he tries to throw the punch he can't. JAYZON hooked his arm so he couldn't throw the punch! JAYZON has already made his appearance felt. KING turns around and looks JAYZON in the eyes. KING puts his finger into the face of JAYZON and tells him he better watch out. JAYZON points to behind him. KING turns around and when he does he is hit by a boot to the stomach and followed by a hard DDT. STEVE doesn't seem like he wants JAYZON to help him in the match but JAYZON doesn't care. KING makes his way back to his feet and as soon as he does STEVE grabs him around the waist and throws him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex! KING makes his way up, slower this time, and runs at STEVE attempting a closeline. STEVE ducks under the closeline but JAYZON is standing right behind STEVE JASON and gets hit and knocked down by the closeline. KING stands over his body and just smiles. He turns back around to face STEVE and as soon as he does is hit with a superkick right to the face! KING goes down hard this time! STEVE JASON helps JAYZON to his feet and makes sure he is OK. JAYZON is fine and isn't even mad about what happened. STEVE picks KING up and whips him against the rope. KING bounces off the rope and back to STEVE who picks him up and slams him down hard with a spinebuster! STEVE goes for the pin! JAYZON tries to count as fast as he can! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! KING is able to kickout before the three count even though the count was fast. JAYZON just smiles as KING gives him a eat shit and die look. STEVE climbs up to the middle rope and waits for KING to get up. STEVE climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits as KING turns and faces him. As soon as he does STEVE jumps off, catches KING by the head, and spins him around for a hard tornado DDT! STEVE has full control of this match. Partly because of the help of JAYZON who is the special guest referee in this match. STEVE climbs back up to the top rope. He jumps off and connects with a shooting star press! He hooks the leg of KING for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! KING is somehow able to kickout of the quick count yet again. He is getting more and more frustrated and doesn't know how much longer he can go with JAYZON WILLIAMZ obviously trying to screw him out of the victory. KING notices that JAYZON and STEVE are talking to each other behind him. KING goes up behind STEVE and hits him with a low blow! JAYZON didn't even see it or realize what happened. KING rolls up STEVE for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! JAYZON does a really slow count which allows STEVE to kick out! STEVE is still down though grabbing himself in obvious pain after the cheap shot from KIERAN KING! STEVE slowly makes his way up. KING waits for him to turn around and as soon as he does hits him with a spinning wheel kick that sends STEVE right back to the ground. KING then climbs up to the top rope and waits for STEVE to once again make his way to his feet. As soon as he does KING wastes no time and jumps off hitting STEVE JASON with a missile dropkick to the back of the head! KING quickly picks STEVE up, kicks him in the stomach, and drops him down with a hard DDT! KING then climbs up to the top rope and waits for STEVE to get to his feet again. As soon as he does KING jumps off the top rope and hits STEVE with a knee to the face! KING OF CLUBS!! KING just connected with the KING OF CLUBS! KING hooks the leg of STEVE for the pin! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! JAYZON gives STEVE JASON plenty of time to kickout again! KING is starting to get more and more frustrated. KING picks STEVE up kicks him in the stomach and hits him with THE CORONATION!! KING JUST HIT THE CORONATION on STEVE JASON!!! This has to be over! KING goes for the pin! There's no count! JAYZON is pretending to look off into the crowd and pretends like he doesn't see the pin. KING gets up and gets in JAYZON's face and tells him to count! JAYZON finally agrees! ONE!
KICKOUT!!! STEVE JASON is able to kickout thanks to JAYZON giving him plenty of time to recover! KING is furious! He gets up and into the face of JAYZON. He pushes JAYZON who tells him he better watch out. KING is so mad that he doesn't care about the match anymore. JAYZON shoves KING hard which sends KING down to the mat hard. JAYZON then gets a mic and his World Title and begins to talk. JAYZON: You know what? I think it's time for this shit to be over right here. STEVE: What's going on? KING: Yeah what the fuck are you talking about? Are you even more retarded than I thought? JAYZON: You're one funny dude aren't you KING? I'm going to make you my bitch real soon. KING: How so? You're not even a contender for the UNIVERSAL Title anymore. You are nothing but a has been. You're not even worthy to fight me and this little bitch for the title. JAYZON smiles, his shoulders shaking in a slight chuckle. JAYZON: Is that right? KING: Yeah that's right you bitch. JAYZON: How about you put your money where your mouth is? KING: What the fuck are you talking about? JAYZON: As some of you out there know, STEVE JASON and KIERAN KING will be fighting at AUTUMN in HELL for the UNIVERSAL TITLE. You two are the number one contenders right? STEVE: That's correct. KING: What are you trying to get at? JAYZON: I've made a little deal. KING is silent, but SJ musters up the courage to ask for clarification. STEVE: A deal? KING: What kind of deal? JAYZON: Meanwhile you two were becoming the number one contenders for the Universal Title, you think I was just sitting around? You know that's just not the case. You two think you deserve a shot at the title more than me? I think you're forgetting that it is MY title. Raven and I have made a deal. KING: What's the deal? JAYZON: I am going to be making a trade. STEVE: A trade? JAYZON: That's right. A trade. Or should I say that I've already made a trade. KING: What kind of trade? JAYZON: I'm going to be trading my World Title for a shot at the Universal Title! The crowd goes nuts! STEVE JASON and KIERAN KING look at each other in shock. JAYZON: That's right. After tonight I am no longer the XWF World Champion. KING: When is this happening? After our match? JAYZON: You wish KING. It's happening at AUTUMN IN HELL! That means that the match to determine the UNIVERSAL CHAMPION is now going to be a THREE WAY MATCH! That's right everybody. STEVE JASON vs. this bitch KIERAN KING vs. The Greatest to Ever Do it aka JAYZON WILLIAMZ. How do you boys feel about that?! STEVE: I honestly don't know what to say! KING looks at STEVE and then back at JAYZON. KING: Oh man, this is going to be easier than I thought. JAYZON: You can think that all you want KING. The fact is, after Autumn In Hell, I will be the XWF Universal Champion for the 5th time. You have no fucking chance! STEVE JASON, KIERAN KING, and JAYZON WILLIAMZ all stare each other down in the middle of the ring as huge night comes to an end with a huge surprise! JAYZON WILLIAMZ will be joining STEVE JASON and KIERAN KING in the main event of AUTUMN IN HELL in a three way match that will determine the Universal Champion. The World Title is now vacant. What will happen with it? How will STEVE JASON feel about his Foundation partner cashing in his World Title to get a shot at the Universal Title? There are so many things yet to be answered as the show goes off the air.
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