Monday Night Mayhem #23 streaming from Tulsa, OK

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::The computers and now televisions across the country flahed the U.W.A. Logo before showing a shot of the roaring crowd, getting bigger every show it seemed like. The camera took a moment to browse the fans, showing signs for a speedy recovery for Aerynn, wanting to know what happened to Sentinel and several proposals to the Arsenal girls.

The camera shifted from the crowd to the announce table to show Jason Chase sitting beside that strange man with the slender build, the quiet voice and the multicolored hair. Jason offered a wide smile, and Micheal sat expressionless.::

Jason Chase: “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Monday Night Mayhem! I am Jason Chase back with you after a freak accident caused me to miss my flight!”

Michael Rivers: “And can't you tell, we are simply over joyed.”

Jason Chase: “it was the damnedest thing.....”

Michael Rivers: “No one cares.”

Jason Chase: “....I was getting ready to board my plane.....”

Michael Rivers: “......Shut up.”

Jason Chase: “.... was pulled aside by security.....”

Michael Rivers: “....please shut up.”

Jason Chase: “.....claiming they had received a tip I was smuggling drugs or weapons.....”

Michael Rivers: “Did they give you a cavity search?”

Jason Chase: “And it took me hours.....what? Of course not!”

Michael Rivers: “Now that I have broken you of your little flash back, can we get on with the business of why we are here? Some of us, have lives.”

Jason Chase: “Yes, I am one of them.”

Michael Rivers: “Sure you are.....wanna introduce the matches?”

Jason Chase: “......Um....Jonsey takes on Dickie....i know that one.....and Jeszika takes on Shonn....”

Michael Rivers: “Do you even know how to do your job.....”

Jason Chase; “You got me all flustered! We also have have Cole Hunter taking on The Silver Baron and Artemis and Amy Zing taking on K.I.S.S.!”

Michael Rivers: “What about the other matches?'”

Jason Chase: “There have been a number of strange occurrences and we had some talent miss their flights or get sent to the wrong arena.”

Michael Rivers: “Heh. I see. Well, let's get started then!”

::The arena lights go dark. The crowd jeers as the opening chords of “Kashmir” by Bond play over the arena.::

Michael Rivers: “No…way…”

::As the opening chords of the song end, a burst of pryo erupts and brings the lights back on. Kyle Travis walks out onto the entrance ramp. He stands on the ramp, looking over the crowd. Slowly, he raises his arms and looks upwards. He drops his arms and walks to the ring.::

Jason Chase: “Yes! He’s back!”

Michael Rivrs: “We have not seen Kyle Travis since he defeated Craven at Tragic Engagement.”

Jason Chase: “Well he’s here now.”

::Travis climbs the stairs and steps into the ring, taking a mic from one of the attendants. He moves to the center of the ring as he waits for the crowd to die down.::

Travis: “I wanted to walk away. That’s what I said I would do. I would walk away from this. However, I find that I cannot walk way, because I think that there is something I have to do, because clearly, no one else wants to try to do it.”

Jason Chase: “Become UWA World Heavyweight Champion?”

Michael Rivrs: “Everyone wants that.”

Jason Chase: “Well no guy has done it yet.”

::“The Canadian Legend” turns to the entry way.::

Travis: “Danika Bayne!”

Michael Rivers: “Did he just call out “the Harbringer”? Not smart.”

Jason Chase: “I think so.”

Travis: “This is a message for “the Harbinger” Danika Bayne. And I am sure someone will give her the message, because God knows Maiko, Ramiel or Ananiel have anything better to do with their time except waste ours.”

Travis: “For over a year now, we’ve all had to listen to the same never-ending crap about how the Children of Nephilim are so dangerous, so terrifying and so monstrous, how they are the end of days, and all that crap, and yet, Bene Elohim have won all of two matches, and I do not think Maiko even wrestles anymore, yet every week, this pack of losers is on, going on and on about nonsense. And we all thought McBride was the leader, but then we learned about you Danika, and how you now have a dark lord of your own, the real head of the order.”

::Travis moves towards the entry way, and leans on the top rope.::

Travis: “As much as I would love to hear you go on and on about him and how when he finally gets here, we’re all doomed, I think I would rather skip the slow build. So, how about you bring him out, or I can just tear through the entire Children of Nephilim until he shows up. Because, honestly, I think it is Sentinel, Georgio Oliver himself, or Zack Blood really leading you, or Joshua McBride is really in charge as we all thought and this is the stupidest most convoluted plan that idiot could think of, or there is actually no higher power, no actual leader to your gang of circus freaks, and you are wasting our time far more effectively than I thought you were.”

Travis: “See, everyone thinks if they take out McBride, you guys are done, but you took care of that by him not actually being your leader. So, why doesn’t your leader show up, step into the ring, because I have nothing but free time on my hands, or I can go through you and your minions until he does show up, because I am so damn sick and tired and bored of your crap, and if it is not going to end, then I am going to end it for you.”

::Travis tosses the mic down to the mat as “Kashmir” by Bond replays over the arena. He exits the ring and walks to the back::

Michael Rivers: “Kyle Travis just demanded the man behind the Children of Nephilim reveal himself! I do not believe it.”

Jason Chase: “Not a good time to be a member of the Children.”

::Just as Kyle reaches the top of the stage his own pyro goes off again this time blocking his path and causing Travis to stagger backwards to keep himself from walking into the wall of fire. Above him, high up the wall on the Tron the screen comes to life to show a dark room lit by candles and a single person standing in the middle of the room.

The robed and masked form of Danika Bayne. Her porcelain mask this time looks much like that of Twisty the clown from the popular, American Horror Story;Freak show. Her blond hair was down over the mask and the Children themselves didn't seem to be anywhere around.::

Danika: ”Blasphemer.”

::Danika's voice came out as a little whisper, that could barely be heard through the strange porcelain mask.::

Danika: “You claim to be tired of our games. Tired of us. Tired of everything we represent....and we do not care Kyle. You may have spoken to that pretender to the crown, Joshua McBride that way, but we do not accept you insolence as gospel. You do not speak for the Children. Only HE does. HE is not new. HE has always been here, if you were paying attention. We have spoke of HIM for a year. You were simply....oblivious....”

::Danika paused a moment to allow this point to sink in, as Travis stood on the stage staring up at he tron in a mixture of amusement and disbelief.::

Danika; “As for our Lord. HE will reveal himself when he is ready. He is watching now, judging and preparing. I am here now.....and you need to watch your tongue....or we may just decide....to take it.”

::The image on the tron flashed and then disappeared and Travis laughed and then walked back into the backstage as the camera shifted to the backstage area. Sitting on one of the rails in the arena loading dock, the again-silent Destroyer is perched staring straight ahead without focus. If he hears the roar of the crowd, it isn't registering, the dark-haired giant looking lost in thought as he looks past the people milling past or otherwise working amongst the trucks and crates. He barely turns when someone walks up to him, leaning on the rail at his side. The camera pans over a bit to take in the tattooed form of Zachariah Blood as he leans against the same yellow-painted rail, staring in the same direction as his friend and former partner, taking his time before breaking the silence.::

Zachariah Blood: "So...what the fuck, man?"

::Still bandaged about the neck and elsewhere, the Dead Men leather shifting in the breeze a bit as he sits, Sentinel's response to Blood's question is to shake his head once. Blood spits on the concrete below the railing, mostly out of irritation.::

Zachariah Blood: "You can't ignore this situation forever. Word from Alex is that you ain't answering your damn phone when he calls. Eventually you two gotta have words."

::A noticeable hardening comes to Sentinel's face as Zachariah looks up at him, narrowing his stare slightly.::

Zachariah Blood: "He's fuckin' pissed. Both Rayne and I tried telling him to let it go till shit calmed down at home but he ain't havin' it."

Sentinel: "...he here?"

::When he speaks, Sentinel's voice is overly soft, It isn't a whisper, but a rasping, strained tone that's certainly brought on by the nasty throat wound showed last week as a result of some 'accident' back home. Blood turned back to the view ahead and grunted out a response.::

Zachariah Blood: "The fuck you think?"

Sentinel: "...I'm not ready yet."

Zachariah Blood: "Yeah, well, don't expect him to give a damn. His sister's laid up for a good long time and that means that little tag team contract he signs amounts to jack shit. A lot of fuckin' plans went up in smoke because of all that bullshit back home, man..."

::Sliding off the railing, Sentinel turns to face Blood, who turns as well. There's noticable hostility in the big man's posture, his hands clenching and releasing as though seeking to strike or grasp something painfully. Zachariah turns as well, not backing up a hair from his partner despite knowing his cavalier delivery of current events is what set the Destroyer off. As has been seen in the past, Blood isn't one to back down from ANY fight.::

Zachariah Blood: "You did what you had to do. I get that."

::Blood seems to be fighting to keep his own considerable temper in check.::

Zachariah Blood: "But you had to expect those guys to bring anyone and anything they could into this to try and rile you. And it worked. Now there's stacks of dead bodies, a family's blood spilled and somethin' I personally thought was unbreakable cracking apart at the seams. Like it or not, Alex has a right to be fuckin' pissed. So does Talon. Hell, so do I, and if this were anyone else in front of me right now, they'd be on the goddamn floor spitting teeth."

::Seeming to realize where his thoughts and the actions they'd birth would get him, Sentinel loosens up slightly. Zachariah, as well, reins in his anger.::

Zachariah Blood: "Just answer me one question: was it worth it?"

::Sucking in a gulp of the night air and holding it before letting it go before a small torrent of painful coughing wracks him, Sentinel gathers him and shakes his head. Zachariah looks honestly surprised at this response, looking away from Sentinel for a moment.::

Zachariah Blood: "...didn't expect that response."

::He turns back to Sentinel.::

Zachariah Blood: "Look, I'll talk to Alex, all right? Just do what you have to do."

::Blood walks past Sentinel, who looks after him as he departs. Sentinel, too, turns to walk away but stops in his tracks. His entire body shakes for a moment...then out of nowhere snatches a folding chair from where it leans against the wall among several others and swings it like a maniac against the railing he'd just been sitting on. Two swings and the seat is bent heavily as a result of the Destroyer's silent fury. Hurling the damaged furniture over the rail, he watches as it clatters against the concrete below before stalking off, pulling out a cell phone and beginning to text.::

Jason Chase: "Temper tantrum much?"

Michael Rivers: "I think there's a lot more to what's going down than we've been told."

JC: "Brilliant. Got any other mysteries you'd like to illuminate for us, Lula?"

Michael Rivers.: "Whatever's going on, I am curious to see where it leads.”

::The camera goes to the ring where Jamie is waiting.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, wrestling out of New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 230 pounds, COLE HUNTER!!!”

::The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts. A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the entrance way, smirking cruelly. At 0.56, he starts to walk forward, his hands outstretched as if to invite everyone in close to him. He raises his hands up and folds them into a gun shape bringing the "barrel" up to his lips. He kisses it and then points it around to the fans as if to say "I could have you... or you... or you..." He steps into the ring and makes his way to a corner, facing the entrance way, waiting for his next victim to arrive as the lights come back up.::

Jason Chase: “You know, like him or hate him, he has been on a roll since his arrival here. ”

Michael Rivers: “He intriques me. he truly does. ”

JC: “Thats it? ”

Michael rivers: "Were you expecting something more?"

JC: "....Yea....kinda?'

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, wrestling out of Las vegas, nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds, representing the Sin City Knights, “The World Player” THE SILVER BARON!!!”

::The lights dim down and a single spotlight is shown at the stage, as 'Look Pimpin begins'::

"You see my swag

Now you wanna come and give me all this drag

I think you better back (back)

Because my hand is itching to give you a smack"

::The Silver Baron rises up from beneath the stage, with both his main girls, Nicole and Jade, arms linked around his on both sides. Once fully risen up, he looks around, before the girls let go and the Silver Baron raises his hands up in the air.::

"What's your name again Jack?

It's the end of the road ain't no turning back

Don't let the fly taste fool you

Matter fact it's about time that I school you

Don't worry I'm not in a hurry

I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty

A little birdie chirped of your flurry

Now I must nip it or better yet bury"

::The Silver baron begins to casually walk to the ring, occasionally reaching over to slap hands with some of the fans, along with a bit of flirting to some of the ladies. He is followed closely by Nicole and Jade.::

"Your entity look at me while I'm talking

I heard you lurking or was it even stalking

My program thinking you're the man in the place

Now it's about time you catch a hand to the face"

::Once all three reach the ring, the ladies get up, and pose at the ropes, while The Silver Baron slides in. Immediately, he climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle, oustretches his arms, before tapping himself twice on the chest with his scepter.::

"Look Pimpin' I ain't playing

In a minute you're gonna be laying

On the ground I ain't messing around

My city, my rules, my money, my town
Look Pimpin' I ain't playing

In a minute you're gonna be laying

On the ground I ain't messing around

My city, my rules, my money, my town"

Michael Rivers: “Here we have a man who has made a career here by sticking his nose in other people's issues. ”

JC: “Only when someone needed help. ”

Michael Rivers: “Only the weak need help. The strong dominate, the weak submit. It is the natural order.”

JC: “.....”

::The bell sounds and the two men step out to the middle of the ring, Cole and Baron both smirking as if they know something everyone else does not. They lock up and the smirks disappear as they begin jockeying for position. Baron takes a side headlock and locks his hands to keep control of Cole’s head. Cole reaches around Baron’s midsection and Baron drops to knees to Biel Cole over. Cole tries to block it but ends up on his back. Baron sits him up and puts on the reverse chinlock as Cole looks up. Baron leans over to make him carry their combined weight and Cole reaches up to the sky. Baron tries to make the hold tighter and Cole thumbs him in the eye. Baron grimaces and Cole rolls over taking Baron over into an inside cradle.::

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

::Both men get to their feet and Baron catches Cole standing up for a Frankensteiner, hooking the legs on the landing for a cover.::

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

::Both men stand up and Baron gives him the pimp hand. Cole staggers back, clutching at his face and Baron jumps up, looking for a spinning rana. Cole blocks the headscissors takedown part and brings him down into a sitout powerbomb.::

1…

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SHOULDER UP!!!

Michael Rivers: “Nice reversal. ”

JC: “It's what he does. ”

Michael Rivers: “And he impresses more every show.”

JC: “Sure, if your into the whole....crazy thing.”

::Cole grabs Baron’s leg and starts to take a spinning toehold/ Baron kicks him off with a boot right in the ass. Cole stumbles to the ropes and Baron runs up behind him, springboarding over for a legdrop. Cole moves and Baron bounces hard off the edge of the ring, crashing down to the cold hard concrete floor below. Cole looks down, smirking cruelly as the Baron clutches at his hip. Cole stands up and makes sure he’s strategically positioned so that the referee cannot begin his count while Baron recuperates on the floor. Baron grimaces and starts up to his feet and Cole slips out to the floor. He kicks Baron in the hip and watches with delight as Baron tries to hobble away. Cole kicks Baron in the hip again and then grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and runs him face first into the ring post. As the referee moves in start counting, Cole roles back into the ring.::

1…

2…

::Cole steps into place and stop the count, the crowd booing as Baron starts to sit up on the floor, bleeding from the forehead. The referee admonishes Cole and then steps in to start counting again.::

1…

2…

3…

::Cole again steps between him and Baron, stopping the count while Baron lies on the floor trying to regain his bearings. The Silver Baron staggers up drunkenly and manages to climb up onto the edge of the ring, rolling under the bottom rope. Cole grabs the top rope and starts stomping viciously on Baron’s hip. The referee starts counting for the disqualification.::

1…

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3…

4…

::Cole backs off, shrugging disingenuously as if trying to say he didn’t mean to break the rules and the referee admonishes him for it. Cole turns to the crowd and shrugs, smirking cruelly.::

Michael Rivers: “A bit of show boating here. Arrogance can be a useful tool. ”

JC: “Arrogance is never good. ”

Michael Rivers: “Funny, you think it is when Jonsey does it. ”

JC: “Well that's different! That's Da Boy! ”

::Baron gets up to his knees and Cole moves in closer. Baron catches him coming in for an inside cradle. ::

1…

2…

BARON LOSES HIS GRIP!!!

::Baron rolls over, clutching at his hip and Cole stands up, nodding slowly. He moves in and drops a hedbutt to the hip. Baron cries out in agony and Cole grabs the legs, stepping over into a Boston crab. Baron writhes in pain as Cole nods, shrugging to the crowd again. Baron grabs the bottom rope and the referee starts counting.::

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4…

::Cole drops the hold and stands up, walking away completely nonchalantly. Baron grabs the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, dragging the bad one behind him as he goes. Cole turns around and Baron jumps up onto the middle and turns into a springboard spinkick that connects perfectly with Cole’s mouth. Cole stumbles back and Baron lands heavily on his hip. Baron crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. Cole moves in, grabs the near arm and kicks Baron in the hip again. Baron grits his teeth to keep from crying out and Cole kicks him in the hip again. Baron clutches at his leg and falls to the mat. Cole stomps at the hip and Baron rolls away, tumbling off the apron and to the floor. Cole slips out to the floor as the referee starts counting.::

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2…

::Cole pulls up Baron and snaps off On The Hunt on the floor.::

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5…

::Cole stands up, bring Baron up again. He nods and snaps off On The Hunt again.::

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8…

::Cole stands up and slips into the ring as the referee finishes his count.::

9…

10!!!

::Cole glances back smirking as Baron lies on the floor bleeding profusely.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner by way of count-out, COLE HUNTER!!!”

::The camera shifted to the backstage area to show North American Champion Ashley Kenyon storming into the office of Oliver Georgio. Oliver was sitting behind his deskwhen the door slammed open and Ashley walked in with a purpose.::

Oliver: “You ever hear of knocking Miss Kenyon.”

Ashley: “To hell with that! Did you hear?! Well?!”

Oliver: “Hear what miss Kenyon?”

Ashley: “Tommy. He missed his flight, or possibly was so out of it he went to the wrong arena!”

Oliver: “i am aware of the situation.”

Ashley: “is that really the kind of person you want representing your company?”

Oliver: “As opposed to a party girl?”

Ashley: “What is that supposed to mean?!”

Oliver: “Was there anything else Miss Kenyon? I am very busy.”

;:Ashley approaches the desk and slams her fist down on the wood hard.::

Ashley: “This is bullshit! Everyone else here has had everything handed to them. Title shot after title shot and yet here I am having to EARN my place when I already HAVE! It's bullshit Oliver!”

::Before Oliver can respond Ashley turns around and storms out of his office. The camera follows until it comes to the locker room of Aresnal The members of Arsenal, manager Nikki Peltier, Jeszika Gautier and UWA World Champion Bethany Kenyon sit together in their dressing room waiting for their respective matches.::

Nikki: "Is everybody ready?"

Ashley: "Aren't we always? You guys make damn sure we don't go into these things without any kind of..."

::Not liking what she’s hearing, Bethany shakes her head disapprovingly at her younger sister as she walks into the room.::

Bethany: 'Ash..."

::Ashley waves off her elder sister’s concern.::

Ashley: "What? It's true!"

::Trying to defuse the tension, Jeszika smiles for everyone else’s benefit.::

Jeszika: 'Plans are good. You know what's going on then"

::Nikki nods.::

Nikki: "Anybody feeling any lingering injuries?"

::All three wrestlers seem to shake their heads and answer simultaneously.::

Bethany: "No."

Ashley: "No."

Jeszika: "No"

Nikki: "That's good..."

::Sensing the lingering possibility of a problem, Nikki changes the subject.::

Nikki: "Are we all gonna be in for the job next week?"

Ashley: "Hell yeah! I don't even care what it is!"

::Bethany nods slowly.::

Bethany: "We need to, right?"

::Nikki nods grimly.::

Nikki: "Yeah..."

Jeszika: "The distraction would be good"

::Ashley licks her lips hopefully.::

Ashley: "Are we working in a bar again?"

::Nikki shrugs.::

Nikki: Don't have all the intel yet.

Bethany: "Would kinda be nice if it wasn't."

::Ashley can't believe her ears.::

Ashley: 'Bite your tongue, Woman!"

::Jeszika nods to Ashley, hoping to set her more at ease.::

Jeszika: "We can go to the bar after the job, Ash. It's not a big deal."

:Bethany frowns at Jeszika, unsure if this is a good idea.::

Bethany: "You're sure you'll be ok for that, Jezzy?"

::Jeszika nods uneasily as if she’s trying to convince herself as well as everyone else in the room.::

Jeszika: 'I hope so... I'm sure I can I cope"

::Just then, Jeszika's phone goes off. She frowns and looks down at the phone to see the ID listing.::

Ashley: "Who the fuck would be messaging you now?"

Jeszika: "No idea..."

::Jeszika smiles as she sees the user name CareBear86.::

Jeszika: "It’s Carrie."

::She presses the button and an audio file plays. Bethany's voice comes from the phone's speakers.::

"Just keep telling yourself that, Jezzy, you might even believe some day."

::Bethany's eyes go wide.::

Bethany: "That's NOT what I said!"

Jeszika: "It’s him.... bastard is watching us.... again.... fuck you! !!"

Nikki: "Is Carrie working tonight?"

::Jeszika nods and Nikki pulls a burner phone from her bag. She dials the number quickly.::

Nikki: "Carrie? It's Nik... did you send Jezzy a text a second ago? can you look and see if your phone sent it?"

::She pauses as everybody waits.::

Nikki: "You need to call your company, Care, I think he cloned your phone. Yeah... definitely see if Jonas can help you on that one. Yeah, thanks..."

::She hangs up and nods.::

Nikki: "Carrie's phone has no record of any text."

Jeszika: "Oh shit...."

::Her hands clench to fists.::

Jeszika: "You bastard, I'll get you for this!"

::Her phone goes off again.::

Jeszika: "Seriously..."

::She shakes her head as she looks down at it.::

"Just keep telling yourself that..."

Jeszika: "Oh I will, you bastard... don't you worry!"

::The camera shifted from the girls back to the ringside area.::

Jason Chase: “Strange text message from cloned phones.”

Michael Rivers: “Wasn't Sentinel texting earlier?”

Jason Chase: “You don't think......”

Michael Rivers: “Considering him, it wouldn't surprise me.”

::The excitement in the Tulsa Convention is electrifying at the conclusion of the previous match. All of a sudden the instrumental to "Thug Luv" by 2Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony begins to play and the crowd immediately begins to erupt with boos. Vince Jones bursts through the entryway curtains with his black Louisville slugger bat hoisted over his shoulder and a cocky smirk plastered across his face. As the boos get loud he begins egging on the crowd even more, mocking them into booing even more. Vince Jones makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms above his head and flashes the hand sign of his New York City street gang, the EDW. He then throws the baseball bat over his shoulder and comes sauntering down to ringside. He is handed a mic and immediately slides into the ring and makes his way towards the center. He signals for his music to be cut off as the boos continue from every corner of the arena.::

Vince Jones: “Did you people miss yo mans here?”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

::Vince Jones nods his head and laughs to himself.::

Vince Jones:” That's that love right there, man! True love...”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

Vince Jones: “Well, whetha you people like it or not when you see Jonesy in the middle of the ring with the mic in his hand you all know its about time fo yo mans here to fill each and every last one of you mahfuckas out there in this building in on a lil....somethin', somethin'. Few weeks ago cats were sayin' that V was down and out! They said it was all ova for V! They were callin' for the end of V Jones at the hands of what was here name again...Amy Zing?? Well, we all know how that went down. The bitch got...simply silenced at Tragic Engagement!”

::Vince Jones raises his mic in the air waiting for the chants.::

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Vince Jones shrugs his shoulders and continues on.::

Vince Jones: “Hmph! Just a few short weeks ago you people'd be chanting Amy Zing's name like there was no tomorrow and some shit! Where the fuck you at now, huh?? Then they put Jonesy in the ring against some Shonn McGwire. And what the fuck happened to him?? The punk ass got silenced like they normally do!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

::Vince Jones looks around the arena and laughs to himself.:;

Vince Jones: “Its a fact of life. You step in the ring against Jonesy and chances are you gettin' yo ass kicked! So Dickie Trammel...”

Vince Jones smirks at the thought and just shakes his head.

Vince Jones: “...V Jones not even gonna touch on the damn name. The process is simple here tonight. You walk that aisle, you get dropped, they cart your sorry ass back outta here, and you collect yo check! You the next in line. No shock value here. It is what it is! 'Nuff said!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Vince Jones nods his head and looks around the arena in amusement as the crowd expresses their hatred for him.::

Vince Jones: “With all that said there was a little bit of business that Jonesy kinda been wantin' to take care of for the past few weeks here in the UWA. That business happens to have somethin' to do with a certain P-I-M-P that calls himself The Silva Baron...”

::All of a sudden the crowd begins chanting as Vince watches the crowd's reaction in utter amusement.::

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

Vince Jones: “Hmph! You people can chant that name all you want; but, that sorry ass mahfucka no where to be found in this building tonight. You best belieeeeeeeeve that! (shakes his head) Its a damn shame too! The big bad pimp finds out that a guy like Jonesy got a lil bone to pick with him and his alta ego, Mista Oblivion, and the two of them just go POOF, up in smoke and shit.”

::All of a sudden Silver Baron comes strutting out through the entrance curtains nodding his head as he cups his chin and makes his way to the edge of the rampway watching Vince Jones run his mouth as the crowd erupts with excitement. Vince Jones nods his head and laughs.::

Vince Jones: “Oh yeah...its like that! When a man like V gets disrespected oh you know shit's about to hit the fuckin' fan....”

::Silver Baron begins marching his way down to ringside with an angry scowl across his face. With each step the crowd becomes even more energized as Vince Jones continues ranting in the ring totally obliviious to what's going down.::

Vince Jones: (nods his head) “Mmmm hmmmm! You people out here seem kinda smart tonight. You all know the fuckin' deal! And maybe Silva Baron and "Oblivion" know the damn deal as well! Maybe that's why yo man's havin' such a hard time findin' the mahfucka...”

::Silver Baron beckons for a mic and quietly slides into ring right behind Vince Jones and leans against the ring ropes as Vince Jones continues on and the crowd begins chanting his name once again.::

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

SILVER BARON!!!

Clap! Clap! Clap, Clap, Clap!

Vince Jones: “Well, V Jones guarantees each and every last one of you people out here one damn thing! If that bitch ass Silva Baron wasn't so damn quick to bolt outta the damn arena every night, yo mans here would...”

::Vince raises his hand as if he's prepared to back hand someone.::

Vince Jones: “...bitch slap the shit outta his punk ass and make him V's bitch!”

::Silver Baron's eyes grow wide in shock at Vince's remark as he nods his head simply amused by Vince's rant.::

Vince Jones: “Go run tell dat!”

Silver Baron: “So, that's how you really feel...Vince?”

::All of a sudden Vince Jones becomes startled by the voice and tenses up a bit as he looks around the arena in confusion at the familiar voice. Vince slowly turns around.::

Silver Baron: “BOO!”

::Vince Jones nearly jumps out of his boots as he finally realizes that Silver Baron is standing right behind him. He quickly takes a step backwards and tries to regain his composure the best he possibly can at the moment.::

Vince Jones: “Whoa, whoa, whoooooooooa!!! What the fuck you doin' here, huh??”

Silver Baron: “Wow, Vince! You act as if you've seen a ghost! So, what am I doing out here? Well, I just wanted to get a front row seat to hear you spew your usual bullshit. Its funny how much a man like you starts chirping and telling the people what you're gonna do to a guy like me when you feel like the coast is clear, when you feel that things are safe. I'm not a hard guy to find. You know that and everyone in the UWA knows that. If you had a bone to pick with me all you had to do was step up and say the words, Vinnie J! Oh I would be there in a heartbeat. Instead you choose to slip around behind my back and try to fill all these people's heads with your lies of how you went out of your way to give me a lesson in respect...”

::Vince Jones slowly raises his dark shades from over his eyes and rolls his eyes at Silver Baron at the thought of being called out.::

Vince Jones: “Lies?? Hmph! Jonesy speaks the truth!”

Silver Baron: “Oh, is that so? Then I guess that means you ought to be pimp slapping me across the face and making me your bitch right about now. Right??”

::Vince hesitates and chuckles to himself.::

Vince Jones: “Nah, son! Jonesy not tryin' to take you out like that right now!”

Silver Baron: “Oh, I insist!”

::Silver Baron leans forward and beckons for Vince to slap him across the face.;;

Silver Baron: 'Put it right there, Vince! You claim you wanna teach me about respect?? Well, go ahead! Do it!!”

::Vince Jones looks around the ring and chuckles to himself rather nervously at the sudden challenge as he tries his best to appear calm, cool, and collected as he points at Silver Baron.::

Vince Jones: “This mahfucka...You out yo damn mind, son! V slaps you and he knockin' you the fuck out in the middle of this ring...”

Silver Baron: “Talk is cheap! Now's the time for action, Vince!!! Just do it!!”

::Silver Baron begins slapping himself in the face emphatically. Vince looks at Silver Baron in confusion at his challenge and showing hesitation to strike.::

Silver Baron: “Or maybe its Oblivion that you're worried about right about now?? Don't worry about him, Vince, because he's sure as hell not worried about a sorry piece of crap like you. Right about now he thinks you don't wanna take a swing because you know my girls down at the Pleasure Dome probably pack a tougher right hand than you do...”

Vince Jones: “WHAT??? AH HELL THE FUCK NAH, SON!!!”

::Vince's eyes immediately light up in fury as Vince Jones immediately takes a swing at Silver Baron. Baron immediately counters and strikes Vince Jones with a massive back hand of his own that knocks Vince Jones right off his feet and leaves him on the mat in a heap as the crowd explodes with excitement.::

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!!!!!!

:::Silver Baron stands over top of Vince Jones and just shakes his head with a tsk tsk.::

Silver Baron: “Who's the bitch now, Vinnie J? Who's the bitch now?”

::Silver Baron raises his back hand once again and drops the mic down on the mat as "Look Pimpin" by Sick YG begins to play. He exits the ring as Vince Jones slowly rolls over, tries to rise to his feet, and stumbles backwards into the ropes literally seeing stars after Silver Baron's pimp slap.::

Michael Rivers: “These two are a strange pair and yet so very entertaining.”

Jason Chase: “ma boy...”

Michael Rivers: “Jason, I am not Lula, I will staple your lips shut.”

Jason Chase: “......”

Michael Rivers: “Good choice.”

::The camera shifted back to a now empty ring.::

Jamie Hensley: "The following tag team match, is set for one fall."

::As the opening chords of "Unstoppable" by Fozzy feat. Christie Cook plays over the arena, the silhouette of a phoenix spreading its wings appears on the screens. It bursts into flames. The fire spells out the name "AMY ZING" across the screen imposed over the image of Amy performing her signature pose of bending over, rising up and spreading her arms out only to bring them back together.::

"One mind can beat a million
One chance is all I need
I will complete this mission
Damn you I will succeed"

::The lyrics begin and Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends over, with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.::

Jamie Hensley: "Introducing first. From San Francisco, California “The Hong Kong Sensation”…Aaaaaamy Ziiiiing!"

"You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable"

::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leaps up onto the apron and slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together, her hands and fingers touching.::

"Away from the prize
Because in my eyes
I can do anything
Now watch me rise"

::Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle and lands in the ring where she then raises the championship for the cheering crowd to see. She hands the title to the referee and then unwraps the ribbon on her arm and uses it to tie her hair into a ponytail as she waits for the match to begin.::

Michael Rivers: "Another of the few do gooders we have here in U.W.A."

Jason Chase: 'Don't forget she is one of the longest reigning Television champions."

Michael Rivers: "You forgot to mention how hot she is."

Jason Chase: 'I am not obsessed with hotness....."

Michael Rivers: "And an Alcoholic isn't obsessed with whiskey."0

JD: '......"

::The light flash bright and fast as the music kicks in as Artemis struts out onto the stage. She glares at the crowd before she starts walking down the ramp::

"Evil—knockin' at my door
Evil—making me its whore
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine
Evil wants you to know
I'm much too young to be owned
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine"

::As the Lyrics play, Artemis continues to make her way to the ramp. She slips in between the ropes pausing half way to scowl at the crowd. Once in the ring she stands in the middle and awaits her opponent. ::

Michael Rivers: "I will say this, it's an intresting pair. The hero and the hellian."

Jason Chase: 'maybe oliver wanted to see if they could coexist? Do what was needed for business?"

Jamie Hensely: Introducing Her tag team partner. From New Orleans Louisianna...ARTEMIS!

::Black Spiders' “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads out both members of K.I.S.S. To the delight of the on-looking crowd. Bethany Kenyon sways slightly trying to tantalize and only tease a little while her younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, tries to make eye contact with every person in the place, hoping to tease them all into a frenzy. Nikki leads them to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to opposite corners, upon which both sisters raise their arms, Bethany just standing there while Ashley dances a little for everybody.::

Jamie Hensley: introducing their opponents. The team of the UWA North American champion Ashley Kenyon, and the UWA world champion Bethany Kenyon....They are K.I.S.S!

::Zing and Bethany start things off on one side of the ring. They lock up and Bethany quickly locks in an armbar. She backs Zing to the ropes, and then goes for an Irish whip into an attempt at a clothesline. Zing ducks and comes back from the other side with a shoulder block. She springs back up and bounces off the ropes again, coming back to hit a quick dropkick to the head of Bethany. She then stands her up and starts laying in the rights and lefts, bringing Bethany in to the corner. Tagging in Artemis::

Michael Rivers: "The newly formed team us holding their own at the start."

Jason Chase: 'I always said K.I.S.S. was overrated."

Michael Rivers: "Heh."

::Artemis now with a series of elbows to Bethany in the opposite corner before pulling her out and lifting her into the air for a press slam. However, Bethany reaches down and manages to elbow Artemis in the face, dropping herself to the floor. She adeptly rolls towards a third corner. Ashley and Bethany then double clothesline Zing over the top rope and down to the floor. Artemis drops down to check on her partner as K.I.S.S stand proudly in the ring.

Zing and Artemis gather themselves with Zing whispering something in Artemis's ear. Artemis gets back in the ring to mix it up with Ashley. Before she can get to her feet, Ashley begins stomping away. She stands her up and hits a couple of European uppercuts before whipping her off the ropes. Ashley hits her with a knee lift and then bouncing off the ropes herself before delivering a sharp elbow to the side of Artemis's head, dropping her to the mat. She stomps on her a couple of times.::

Michael Rivers: "A new mean streak by Ashley Kenyon.....intresting."

Jason Chase: 'Well what do you expect with her having to share that title with someone who was so high he couldn't even find the arena."

Michael Rivers: "Heh...."

::Artemis gets up, an manages to escape, before tagging in Zing. Zing immediately signals for a test of strength. Ashley considers it for a bit and eventually decides to for it. With Artemis distracting the referee, they lock hands. Before either can do anything, Zing gives Ashley a swift kick between her legs, knocking her right down. By the time the referee turns around, Zing still has his hands locked around Ashley so it only looks like She got the best of the exchange.

Zing finally lets go and hits an atomic drop before tagging in Artemis. Artemis hits a few chops before hitting a backcracker and getting a few shots into the back of Ashley. A spinebuster continues the damage and then Artemis tags Zing back in, and she goes for the cover.::

1 . . .

2 . . .

Kickout by Ashley.

::Zing works on the back some more by hitting a back body drop and following it up with backbreaker. She sets Ashley up on the top rope for a superplex, but Ashley knocks her off the top rope and hits a hurricanrana. Slowly, She makes his way over to Bethany for the hot tag.::

Michael Rivers: "And here comes super woman."

Jason Chase: 'Sounds like you don't like Bethany."

Michael Rivers: "i don't like people who get into other people's business."

::Bethany nearly knocks Zing’s Shead off with a clothesline and then knocks Artemis off the apron with a discus punch. She gets Zing up in the tree of woe, but Artemis pulls Zing down and pulls her out of the ring. They look as if they're re-grouping, to take on the top champions of UWA.

The referee gets to five before both Zing and Artemis are grabbed by the hair and are pulled back. Ashley sends Artemis into the stairs and Zing connects with the ringpost.::

Michael Rivers: "The new aggressive side of the Kenyons continues to show here."

Jason Chase: 'i like it."

Michael Rivers: "I find it...."

Jason Chase: 'let me guess, intriqueing?"

Michael Rivers: ".....Don't make me hurt you Jason."

::Bethany throws Zing back in the ring and hits a fisherman's suplex, before she locks in the half crab. It looks like that won’t happen as Zing is in the center of the ring screaming, looking ready to tap at any moment. Artemis comes in with a kick in the head just in time. But since She’s not the legal fighter, both her and Ashley must wait for their injured partners to make the tag.

Both girls make the tag at roughly the same time, and exchange even right hands for a bit. Artemis slips out of a reverse DDT attempt and gets Ashley up on her shoulders for a fireman's carry, but Ashley reverses into a crucifix for a pin attempt.::

1 . . .

2 . . .

::Artemis kicks out, but is immediately dropkicked into the ropes. She bounces off, as Bethany gets in the ring, and the sisters connect with the double KISS-off. Zing tries to get in, but dropkicks her as she approaches, as Ashely goes for the cover.::

1 . . .

2 . . .

3!!!!

Jamie Hensley: "Here are your winners....K.I.S.S!"

Michael Rivers: "This should make a case for why Ashley should be Champion."

Jason Chase: 'Agreed."

::The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms and the UWA Tag Team Championship belt raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised as he holds the title up into the air. The lights come back on.::

Jason Chase: "What are they doing out here? Please tell me they are not calling this next match?"

Michael Rivers: "That didn't work so well for them last time did it?"

::Krown gets to his feet, shouldering the title, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to stand next to Murphy, who keeps the title held up before draping it over his shoulder. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.

The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. Krown walks to the ropes and grabs to mics. He tosses one to Murphy.::

::Murphy: "Now we are out here to address something that occurred last week. Last week, we were insulted by a man who is unfit to even wash my socks, let along call one of our matches. Someone roll the footage."

Footage plays of Murphy and Krown leaving the ring and walking out of their match against Lacey Roberts and Bob Brooks.::

Michael Rivers: "What Lackeys do....fleeing."

::The footage ends and the real Murphy and Krown stand in the ring.::

Jason Chase: "Look, its you!"

Michael Rivers: "I know, price of fame, you have poporotsy everywhere you go wanting your autopgraph."

Krown: "Michael Rivers, where do you get off calling us lackeys? Huh? Where exactly does a glorified substitute get off insulting us? We are the UWA Tag Team Champions, not lackeys. Bene Elohim and Miako are lackeys. Pauly and Shonn are lackeys. We are not lackeys. We are the UWA Tag Team Champions. You, Michael, are just a substitute, and not even a good one."

Murphy: "Mike, you want to call us lackeys? Why don't you step into this ring and found out how much of lackeys we are? You are nothing compared to us and you never will be. That's Murphy's Law."

::Both men stare from the ring to the announce table where Michael sat and Michael simply kicked his legs onto the table with a smug little smile on his face.::

Krown: "We are everything you are never going to be. That's Checkmate."

Murphy: "We are Sang Réal."

Krown: "And you are nothing compared to us."

::"Requiem" replays as Murphy and Krown drop their mics and hold the titles up for the jeering crowd to see. The UWA Tag Team Champions exit the ring and make their way to the back.::

Jason Chase: "Well.....you are a substitute Mike...."

Michael Rivers: "I am so much more then that Jason. I am here becuase i want to be here. i't's that simple."

Jason Chase: "Your here becuase Lula missed her flight! Not becuase of some grand design."

Michael Rivers: "I am here, becuase i want to be here. Not becuase of lula. Or you. Or Sang Real. Soon you will see that."

Jason Chase: '......"

Michael Rivers: "Next match please."

"Well I must be close to the Armageddon
Lord You know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson
You brought and am I stressing it softly"

::Vince Jones slowly makes his way down towards ringside while antagonizing and provoking each and every last person in the stands that he can during his stroll. ::

"Get 'em up off me 'cause all we wanted
Was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level
They can't stop me or drop me killah they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
'Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war"

Hensley: “Introducing first, accompanied by “the Agent to the Stars” Reno Banks, “the Crown Jewel of Wrestling” Jasmine Shelly and “the Last Don” Keshawn Jones, hailing from New York, New York, and weighing 269 pounds…Viiiinnce Jonesssss!”

Michael Rivers: “Vince Jones has been on something of a roll lately and he’s looking to get back into the title hunt.”

Chase: “You know he wants that North American Championship back. This guy is a legend in the making.”

"Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder
Mo' horror for what the did it all pause for the cause
And I fin to pull a nine or pistol little killa
Wit mine fuck dem killas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin' bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me Lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone killa believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin' up over Cleveland"

::Vince Jones reaches and enters the ring. He immediately climbs up to the middle turnbuckle where he raises his arms and the Louisville slugger in the air, and flashes the hand sign of the EDW once again. ::

Michael Rivers: “His entrance will take longer than the match.”

"Ha ha ha what's poppin' killa? Put your motherfucking
Hand on your strap killa, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out
Or be like punks and punk it out
Pull your strap on me killa and you better kill me thug life baby"

::After taking in and literally feeding off of the hatred from the crowd he climbs down from the turnbuckle and readies himself for battle as the theme music slowly fades out.::

"Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv"

::Big Balls by AC/DC begins to play. Dickie Tramel comes out to the ramp, excited for the upcoming match, with Hanna Hager following him.::

"Well I'm upper upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all"

Hensley: “And his opponent, representing the Cornbread Mafia and being accompanied by Hanna Hager, from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 200 pounds…Dickieeeee Trammmmellll!”

Michael Rivers: “I think I hate this man.”

Jason Chase: “Be nice.”

Michael Rivers: “I am.”

::He walks down the ramp, exchanging high fives with the nearby crowd. He slides into the ring, and waits for Hanna to join him.::

"I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)"

::Hanna gets into the ring, and kisses Dickie for good luck, before giving him a knee to the groin. She gives him a cheeky smirk, as she leaves, while Dickie recovers from the nutshot.::

Jason Chase: “You would think he’d have learned that was coming by now.”

::Wasting no time and allowing no time for Dickie to recover, Vince Jones catches him with a Lou Thez press, hammering away. The referee forces Vince to back off, then signals for the bell to actually start the match.::

Michael Rivers: “Vince Jones wasting no time getting this match going as he just hammers away at Dickie Tramel.”

Jason Chase: “Can you blame him?”

::Dickie staggers to his feet, only to be knocked down by a clothesline from Jones. The former North American Champion lifts Hot Rodz off the mat and shoots him into the ropes.::

Michael Rivers: “Vince is not letting up.”

Jason Chase: “If Vince loses to Dickie Tramel, he should retire.”

::Somehow, Dickie manages to recover enough to duck a clothesline attempt by Vince, bounces off the ropes and catches Jones with a tornado DDT out of no where.::

Michael Rivers: “He may have to!”


::He quickly scrambles to cover Jones.::

One…

Chase: “What?!”

Two…

Michael Rivers: “And Vince Jones kicks out!”

Jason Chase: “Thank God!”

Michael Rivers: “Dickie Tramel caught Vince Jones by surprise there.”

::Dickie is back to his feet, feeling the momentum shifting to his side. He pumps his fist, trying to get the crowd behind him.::

Jason Chase: “Dickie Tramel is trying to get this crowd behind him.”

Michael Rivers: “Why are they cheering him? The man is like a walking episode of americas funniest home videos...."

::Vince gets to his feet. Dickie shoots Jones into the corner and charges in with a clothesline, causing Vince to slump in the corner. Dickie steps back across the ring and charges, connecting with the bronco buster, but Vince moves out of the way, causing Dickie to hit the turnbuckle groin first.::

Michael Rivers: “Dickie got a hard landing there.”

Jason Chase: “Even I felt that one.”

::Dickie manages to get back to his feet, only to be caught by Vince and thrown back with a release German suplex.::

Michael Rivers: “And Dickie Tramel gets tossed by Vince Jones.”

Jason Chase: “Jones isn’t losing here.”

::The former North American Champion moves in to keep up the attack, lifting Dickie up off the mat. However, somehow, Hot Rodz is able to knock “the Killa and the King” back and connect with an enzugiri, knocking Jones down.

Trying to keep the momentum on his side, Dickie hoists Jones up and shoots him into the corner. He charges in for a clothesline, but “The One Man Dynasty” comes out of the corner and nails newcomer for Canada with the Jaw Jacka, dropping him down to the mat.

Jason Chase: “That may take him out of this fight.”

Michael Rivers: "I dont know, anyone who takes that many crotch shots isn't smart enough to stay down."

::Vince drops an elbow, then gets back to his feet and drops another, then gets up and drops another in rapid succession. He shifts position and nails Dickie with a fist drop, then goes for a very nonchalant lateral press cover.::

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Jason Chase: “Dickie Tramel kicks out again.”

Michael Rivers: "See."

::Vince gets to his feet, picking Dickie up off the mat, only to be caught in a Northern Lights suplex.::

One…

Two…

Kickout!


Michael Rivers: “Dickie Tramel catches Vince Jones by surprised with a Northern Lights suplex, but Jones kicks out!”

Jason Chase: “He got close.”

::Vince is quick to his feet, but Dickie catches him with an Irish whip. Jones reverses it, and catches Dickie in the emerald fusion slam he calls the Thug Killa, driving him into the mat.::

Jason Chase: “And Vince Jones nails the Thug Killa. Dickie may be out.”

Michael Rivers: "Hurray for small favors."

::Vince is back to his feet, waiting for Dickie to get up. He pulls Dickie into The Silencer, driving Hot Rodz into the mat and going for the cover.::

One…


Two…



Three!

::Vince gets to his feet, throwing his arms in the air.::

Hensley: “Here is your winner…Viinnnnce Jonnnnessss!”

::The referee raises Jones’ arm, but he pulls away and exits the ring, getting congratulated by his entourage as he heads to the back. Hanna enters the ring to check on Dickie.::

Michael Rivers: “Vince Jones locks a win here tonight, but Dickie Tramel did not go down without a fight.”

Jason Chase: “It probably doesn’t help him that Hanna keeps hitting him below the belt before every match.”

Michael Rivers: “I'll have to agree with you there.”

::In the locker room area, the camera focuses on an open locker door behind which someone is standing, tossing things into an open duffel bag set on the bench. When they lean out and knock the door shut with a heavy clang, it's revealed to be Sentinel. Throwing the last of his things into the bag, he zips it shut and yanks it off the polished wood, sliding the strap over his shoulder. Dark in countenance and mood, the Destroyer heads for the door, opening it to find both Alex and Zachariah standing behind it. Blood's wearing a look of agitation but it's nothing compared to the fury etched on the visage of Sentinel's brother-in-law.::

JC: "So much for a quiet retreat, huh? Time for the Destroyer to face the music!"

LD: "You know good and well that this might get violent, Jason! Who in their right mind wants to see family fight?!"

JC: "Never said I was in a right mind!"

::Sentinel and Alex lock eyes for several moments. The Destroyer seeks to move past Alex but finds himself grabbed by the arm and forcefully turned around. The duffel bag hits the floor and soon the brothers are almost nose-to-nose. Despite giving up plenty of size to Sentinel, Alex isn't turning a single hair.::

Alex: "You're not leaving till you tell me what the fuck happened and how you're gonna fix it!"

Sentinel: "Move."

Alex: "Fuck that! Start talking or I'm going to beat an answer out of you!"

::Looking between the two, Zachariah attempts to get between them. But being a peacekeeper isn't something he's very proficient at.::

Zachariah Blood: "Don't start somethin' you can't finish, Alex. I told you: this shit needs to settle before talking's gonna solve anything."

::Turning his ire on Blood, Alex points a finger at the man, almost hammering it into his chest.::

Alex: "Back off, Zach! It ain't your sister laid up wondering if she's gonna have a normal life again so you don't get to talk that kind of shit!"

Zachariah Blood: "Yeah, it IS my sister, dumbass. And you know good and damn well you're exaggerating that shit. She's gonna be fine."

Alex: "Oh, I'm sorry...I must have missed the medical degree hanging in your goddamn living room!"

::Sentinel, not in the mood for this, grabs his bag again and turns to leave. And again Alex stalls his departure, this time going so far as to shove the Destroyer back a few steps. Sentinel's head tilts slightly, eyes closing as he tenses for a moment. He tries to take a deep breath and brush it off, barely succeeding.::

Sentinel: "Not now, Alex. Not here."

::It's hard to hear him, but the point is obvious. It's neither the time nor place.::

Alex: "Never is, huh? You don't answer calls, you don't return texts. When's the last time you bothered calling Talon, huh?!"

Sentinel: "Back him off, Zachariah."

::Blood tries to do just that and gets shoved aside by Alex, who lunges at Sentinel and cracks him in the jaw with a wild right hand! Sentinel staggers back a step, wiping the back of his hand across his lips where a trickle of blood is seeping out. When his gray eyes turn on Alex, he's glaring furiously, his right hand clenched tight enough to seriously whiten his knuckles.::

LD: "Now that was uncalled for!"

JC: "Yeah, and now little brother's gonna get his jaw jacked!"

::That certainly seems to be the case as Sentinel rears back for a right hand of his own, but the Dead Men show up at about that moment, swarming the two and trying to separate them. Two of them and Zachariah try to keep Alex back while the other three (the bigger three, naturally) try to restrain their fellow club member. Neither side is having much luck. Alex lunges for Sentinel and almost hits him again. For a few moments Sentinel gets a hand around Alex's throat but is wrenched back. Arena security steps in as well after a minute or two, helping the rest to keep the brothers apart.::

JC: "Aww, here comes the party poopers!"

LD: "This is serious, Jason!"

JC: "Yeah, seriously lame. Little brother gets a free shot at Sentinel and can't take a hit back? Weak."

LD: "You're such an ass!"

::Samuel shows up as security and the bikers finally succeed in separating the two, furious at the altercation.::

Samuel: "Get them out of here! Now! We're trying to run a show here!"

::The group obliges and both Sentinel and Alex are hustled out of the building. As the two are being hurried out of the building Zachariah Blood is heard shouting at the dead men::

Zachariah Blood: “JUST HANDLE IT!”

::The camera shifts back to the ringside area again.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first, wrestling out of las vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 230 pounds, representing Gealtachta, “Malleus Diabolus” SHONN MAGUIRE!!!”

::The lights dim as the thunder effects start up in “Prelude To Madness.” At the 0.38 mark, a lone guitar starts playing amidst the strings. At 1.24, the riff kicks in and Shonn Maguire marches through the entranceway, seemingly paying little attention anything but his destination in the ring. As the music gets more frantic and cacophonous, Shonn simply walks straighter, slower until he reaches the ring and walks up the steps, ready to go.::

Michael Rivers: "Say what you want about his pregnant partner, Shonn is twisted in his own right. "

Jason Chase: "And with his own scores to settle.”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, wrestling out of New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 160 pounds and representing Arsenal, she is the former UWA World Heavyweight Champion, JESZIKA GAUTIER!!!”

::Guitars start playing as "Define me" By Icon for Hire starts playing over the speakers as Jeszika walks out onto the ramp wearing a black leather studded corset encrusted with diamond over top of a black tank top and a short pleated tartan skirt.::

"I'm coming out
So call your friends and gather round
It's time to judge and pin me down
I'm in the box you put me in
It's dark and I can't see a thing
No air I need to BREATH
I'm climbing out
Oh my god, Alert the town!
A freak, a monster's on the prowl!
Shut it up and TEAR IT DOWN
Grab your torch and pitchfork now"

::She forms a gun with her fingers and points it at the crowd before bringing it it up to her mouth and blowing it, then begins strutting down to the ring. She climbs into the ring over the middle rope, pausing on her way through to shake her ass seductively for the males in the crowd.::

"Define Me Define me
Somebody Find Me
And tell me what I am!
Y'know you love it!"

::Once in the middle of the ring she stops and opens the front of her corset, one side then the other, like doors, then opens both and drops the corset aside to the catcalls of the men in the crowd. She grins and nods, knowing they don't stand a chance, before she stands and waits for her opponent.::

Michael Rivers: "With this woman's friend no less....."

Jason Chase: "Agreed.”

Michael Rivers: "He may be biting off more then he can chew....."

Jason Chase: "Time will tell.”

::As the two start out to the middle of the ring, Shonn belts Jeszika in the mouth knocking her back towards the ropes. Shonn starts to move in and Jeszika fires right back, belting him in the mouth the same way he just had her. Shonn grins and fires back, knocking Jeszika into the corner. Jeszika leaps out and looks for a Thesz press but Shonn catches her and launches her over in a belly to belly suplex. Jeszika hits hard and Shonn moves on top for a cover, hooking her leg as he goes.::

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

::Jeszika rolls into a figure four type hold around his neck but Shonn stands up, putting her shoulders on the mat again.::

1…

2…

SHOULDER UP!!!

::Jeszika rolls through into a cradle. ::

1…

2…

REVERSAL!!!

1…

2…

REVERSAL!!!

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

Michael Rivers: "Nice series of moves there. "

Jason Chase: "Back and forth, gotta love it.”

::Shonn gets up and drills her with a European uppercut that sends Jeszika into the ropes. She bounces off and eats another uppercut. Jeszika staggers back to the ropes, facing the crowd. Shonn moves in behind her, grabs her around the waist and fires her over into a bridging German suplex.::

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

::Shonn starts up and Jeszika gets herself to her free. Shonn blasts her back in the back with a forearm smash. Jeszika staggers into the ropes again and Shonn catches her coming off with a spinning spinebuster. He hooks the leg and holds for the cover.::

1…

2…

KICKOUT!!!

::Shonn pulls her up and drills her with a pop-up European uppercut. Jeszika staggers back looking dazed and Shonn clocks her again in the mouth. Jeszika falls into the corner and Shonn grabs her wrist. He gives her an irish whip across the ring. She crashes into the opposite corner and Shonn rushes in right behind her with a big lariat. Jeszika’s knees buckle and she starts to go down. Shonn punches her in the mouth and then delivers a quick inverted atomic drop. Jeszika stands there in stunned momentary paralysis and Shonn throws her over with a belly to belly suplex. He climbs on top and hooks the leg for the cover.::

1…

2…

SHOULDER UP!!!

::Shonn pulls her up and drills her into the corner. He starts to pound away on her in the corner, drawing blood from both eyebrows, her nose and her bottom lip. As Jeszika wobbles there, Shonn delivers a wicked chop to her chest. Jeszika bounces off the ropes and Shonn starts to step in and bends her down across his knee. As he starts to hit her with the Devil Hammer, Jezika manages to poke him in the eye and pull him down into an inside cradle.::

1…

2…

3!!!

Michael Rivers: "Jeszika pulls out the squeaker. How disappointing "

Jason Chase: "Disappointing is right.”

Michael Rivers: "Don't start agreeing with me now....i may be sick."

Jason Chase: "I think you already are.”

;;Shonn sits up in shock while Jeszika lies on the mat, seemingly exhausted.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, JESZIKA GAUTIER!!!”

::Jeszika headed up the ramp way when the dead men as a collective unit came through the curtain with Bethany, Ashley and nikki all in tow.::

Jason Chase: “What is this about then?”

Michael Rivers: “.....Intresting.”

::The Deadmen then form a collective line between the ring and the girls, Shawn, the leader of the Dead men, telling a confused and angry Ashley that this is “just business”. Then through the crowd comes Pauly dragging a irate Brody with him. Pauly launches Brody over the barricade and to the ringside area as Shonn rolls out of the ring with Jamie's microphone.::

Shonn: “Two weeks ago a atrocity happened and I have hired the dead men to help us right that wrong”

:Shonn delivers this final word with a hard kick to the ribs of Brody.::

Shonn: “They are mercenaries, but they work for the time being. See ladies now YOU get to watch.”

::Shonn reaches down and pulls what appears to be that retractable police baton from Brody's jacket and Pauly pulls Brody up and shoves him forward. Shonn takes a baseball like swing and slaps the baton off Brody's forehead. Brody falls like a sack of potatos at the same moment Bethany screams “STOP” and the girls all try and get through the wall of humanity that stands firm.

The deadmen do not hit. Do not attack. Even when they are slapped, punched and kicked. They simple stand there. A impassable wall between the girls and the man who was becoming like family.::

Shonn; “You. Should. Have. Left. It. Alone!”

::Each word from Shonn was matched by a swing of the Baton to the downed Brody. Face, head, back of the head. All targets::

Jason Chase: “Shonn is focusing in Brody's head.”

Michael Rivers: “All those concussions. It's smart.”

Shonn: “Now....”

::Shonn, now breathing hard from the mixture of the match and the beating leans over Brody who is out cold on the side of the ring.::

Shonn: “Aerynn sends her regards!”

::Shonn motions to Pauly who pulls up Brody and balances him between a steel chair and the ring post and then comes forward and hits Aerynn's Stall 'n Crawl on the straight into the chair. Shonn waves for the dead men, who don't look happy and the men part and the girls all rush down as he two Irishmen escape through the crowd.::

Jason Chase: “A clear message sent by Shonn and Pauly.”

Michael Rivers: “Yes, but that's not the most interesting thing.”

Jason Chase: “oh, then what is?”

Michael Rivers: “First the text message and then we all saw Zachariah yell to the dead men clear as day and now this. The stalking. The attacks. It all points to the Silent Destroyer.”

Jason Chase: “No.....”

Michael Rivers: “Face facts Jason.”

::Jason sits in stunned silence as Bethany is shown staring up at the dead men with pure hate burning in her eyes as she cradles her bleeding man's head in her lap and the U.W.A. Logo flashes across the screen.::