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[UWAStaff]

::The U.W.A. Live feed began with a flashing image that read “Spring Slaughter: Collision” and showed the antics of the Cornbread Mafia and how they spend the entirety of the show making fools of Sang Real in their own locker room and then as the image of the Mafia and Sang Real seemed to freeze a voice rang out over the frozen image.::

Voice: “Mellow greetings, arrangements have acquired solitude for this anticipated meeting of ours...Alas, resonating understanding remains impossible as recognition eludes you...Claims will be made that you know not who I am...Just keep telling yourself that..."

::The image first showed the assault of Jeszika Gautier and then flashed to the assault of Craven and the eventual return of Frazer Freeman. The crowd reactions were shown as Freeman returned to stand off the newly brazen Cole Hunter.

Next Kyle Travis and Bene Elohim are shown. Neither side wanting to really win the match as much as hurt one another. The match ending with Danika Bayne finally removing her mask to show the angelic “cute as a button” face underneath it and Travis lying on the ground.

The battle between Jones and Silver Baron was shown next. The brutality of it was cataloged by a series of photographs and ending with Baron taking the pin and Jones standing tall over the fallen Silver Baron.

Finally the World Title match. The stills show Bethany fighting her heart out, like the true Champion she is but Sentinel able to overcome her this time and hoist the World Wrestling Title over his head in victory.

The feed then activates inside the cheer crowd and the trio of announcers sitting at the announcer position.::

Lula Davidson: “Welcome one and welcome all to Monday Night Mayhem! I am Lula Davidson and with me as always is Jason Chase.....”

Jason Chase: “Sup.”

Lula Davidson: “And we are joined once again by the strange Michael Rivers.”

Michael Rivers: “A pleasure for you two, as always.”

Jason Chase: “So. Are we going to find out what your doing here now?”

Michael Rivers: “Tonight. Yes. I have decided that I have waited long enough.”

Lula Davidson: “Long enough for what?”

Michael Rivers: “....For an lesson. An.....Education...as it were.”

Jason Chase: “What does that even mean?!

::Celldweller's "The Sentinel" starts up a minute in and from the smoke rises the new UWA World Heavyweight Champion!::

Lula Davidson: “Hold that thought! The New World Champ is here!”

Michael Rivers: “Hurrah.”

::Steel chain draped behind his neck and championship over his left shoulder, Sentinel stares out at the mostly-booing crowd through the eyeholes of his death mask, a spolight coming on and following him. Throwing his head back, causing the hood to fall back, he walks down the ramp toward the ring without acknowledging anyone reaching toward him. The lights go up at this point, as he's walking around to the timekeeper's table. He grabs a chair and slides it into the ring before entering himself. Unfolding the chair he places it in the middle of the ring, sets the title on the mat neatly in front of it and takes a seat whereupon he pulls a microphone out of his pocket.::

Lula Davidson: "The new champion has something to say."

Jason Chase: "Probably a message for all the haters, doubters and accusers who dogged him up to this point but are now making the bandwagon a bit heavy in the back!"

Lula Davidson: "Like you?"

Jason Chase: "Not so loud!"

Michael Rivers: “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone Lula. You yourself are not innocent.”

::He lifts the microphone, hesitates, then lowers it again. His shoulders shake as if he's chuckling at something but it's impossible to hear it over the crowd. Reaching up and pulling the mask off, he tosses it down on the chain and lifts his red eyes to glare out at the packed house over a grimace-like smile.::

Sentinel: "...do you hear it?"

::The microphone is tilted forward a bit as though he's awaiting a response before it's drawn back.::

Sentinel: "...do you smell it? Do you FEEL it?"

::This time...we can hear him laugh.::

Sentinel: "The weight of the guilt and shame that everyone tried to heap on my shoulders has fallen back upon them instead. You must all feel so...very...stupid. All of you except Bethany Kenyon, that is. She's the only soul back there..."

::He gestures towards the backstage area.::

Sentinel: "...or anywhere, in fact, that believed in my innocence. Jeszika Gautier paid directly for her stupidity so that's one less item on my bucket list. But that doesn't excuse the rest of you, those that no only villified me unjustly but begged, pleaded, beseeched me to bring out the demon within. 'We want the monster,' they screamed, needing something or someone to accomplish everything that they could not, a being they could experience success through. Success, mind you, that none of them would ever find under their own strength or conviction."

Lula Davidson: "Okay, that's a little harsh..."

Jason Chase: "And true."

Michael Rivers: “Unless you are the three that came before him. Winning it isn't success. Let's see him keep it.”

::The boos and catcalls increase in intensity but Sentinel literally doesn't pay them any mind except to grin slightly when the force behind them amps up.::

Sentinel: "Yeah, I hope that pisses you off. Tell me just what you think of me now that you've gotten what you wanted. But remember this before any of you, and that includes you lot in the locker room, decide to nut up:"

::Rising to his feet, Sentinel grabs the World Heavyweight Championship as he does and holds it up high, his dark smile becoming an evil glower.::

Sentinel: "I'm the fucking World Heavyweight Champion. The first man in UWA history to hold this title. Get a big damn eyeful of THIS..."

::He shakes the title, making sure the potency of the mere sight of it is emphasized.::

Sentinel: "...and then go find Bethany and look at the marks I left on her. Respect due to the woman for fighting me with everything she had and more, but look. Look long and hard. And then remember that I had no beef with her other than the fact that she had what I wanted. What, then, do you think I'd do to any OTHER sonofabitch who tried to get in my face and take this belt from me?"

Jason Chase: "I don't see anyone stepping up to answer that challenge!"

Lula Davidson: "Strong words from the champion which he'll soon have to back up."

Michael Rivers: “And that will be the real test.”

::Sentinel picks up his chain, drops the microphone and turns to leave the ring when an unfamiliar song hits the speakers. Fall Out Boy's "Centuries" starts up and Sentinel stands at the ropes, staring at the stage with the title over his shoulder. And from behind the curtain walks, gingerly, the last person he expected.::

Lula Davidson: "Is that...Talon?!"

::The crimson-haired Lady of Sin walks slowly to the top of the ramp, staring at the ring and staring the proverbial hole through Sentinel, who looks entirely unsure of what to make of her unexpected arrival. Clad in form-fitting red and black from the corset down to the Chucks, she makes her way to the ring and up the steps to the apron. Either on reflex or for some other reason, Sentinel moves to hold the ropes for her. Talon pauses, then enters through the held open ropes. She walks to the other side of the ring, acknowledging the cheers from the crowd before accepting a microphone, prompting Sentinel to pick his back up.

Once done accepting the microphone, one would notice it was in her right hand, which was rather odd for her as she turned and approached Sentinel, her eyes never losing that laser-like precision in their stare as, even at 6'2", she always still looked dwarfed by the man. Her face was a blank slate at the current, making how she felt hard to read as even her body language seemed absent in its own right. Then, without warning, her left hand swung...hard... as her hand was only half open when she struck him across the side of his face, as if it had started closed but she tried to open it at the last second and didn't quite make it. her own red eyes would have been aflame with her look if it was physically possible as she finally put the microphone up to her lips.::

Talon: "How...DARE...you think that I would think in such a low manner of you!"

Jason Chase: "Houston, we have a positive trajectory on the the taste, heading over the arena at 200mph on a direct course AWAY from Sentinel's mouth!"

Lula Davidson: "And the champ can't decide whether he's shocked or furious!"

Michael Rivers: “Tis the flaw of man. Indecision.”

::Sentinel brings a hand up to check his lip, finding it remarkably free of blood. He grits his teeth, staring his wife in the eye as a shaking hand brings up his microphone. The champion keeps his tone under control somehow, albeit barely.::

Sentinel: "I'm getting really, REALLY bored of women coming up and slapping the piss outta me. What the hell are you doing here, Ren?"

::Everyone could see her own body shaking slightly as she was keeping herself under strict control so as not to simply lose it. Now, which way her losing it could have gone was up in the air at this point as she gripped her own microphone a little tighter. A deep growl came from her, one everyone knew only came from her when she had absolutely had it. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as he spoke, exhaling slowly before her voice was heard once more.::

Talon: "You deserved it from me and you damn well know it. As for what I am doing here, you're more dense than I realized. I am here to set your dumb ass straight about me and what you think I did or have done to you. I am tired of you lumping me in with the others who did fuck you over because I sure as hell didn't..."

Sentinel: "Then what tag do you hang on not returning my calls, avoiding my messages and all that? You don't show up when your punk brother took a cheap shot at me, when I'm being accused of shit I didn't do or when I'm getting my lights kicked out by my own partners...but there you are when Zachariah gets what's coming to him? How many times, Ren..."

::The Crimson Demon takes a deep breath, not wanting to yell at her or let his anger take over again, and calms himself before he continues.::

Sentinel: "...did I try to fix things? And what did I get for it?"

::She closes her eyes again, rolling her head and her neck is heard audibly cracking when she does so as another growl of pure frustration comes from her. Her knuckles are white from how tightly she is gripping the microphone. Her jaw clenches visibly a few times as she is fighting to keep her calm, her eyes looking right back into his, which oddly matched her perfectly now. The Angel of Sins voice was low and soft, but that showed how much she was keeping herself in check.::

Talon: "You're one to talk. After my leg injury... I needed time alone to figure shit out... I was told I may never be able to wrestle again thanks to it. And I didn't want to accept that. I love this life, I love wrestling and love performing for the fans and the demands of the job. You have no room to be pissed at me since you have done the same thing for the exact same reason. At least I didn't fully disappear."

::She would then shift, letting more pressure off her still stiff and sore leg as she then looked to him and gritted her teeth a little.::

Talon: "As for the stalker incident, I never once believed it as, despite me being distant, I kept tabs on you to make sure you were always safe and doing all right. I am the one who gave the police your alibis and information that backed them the fuck up off of you..."

Sentinel: "Here ain't the place for this."

::Sentinel cuts her off but Talon doesn't look like she wants to put this discussion on hold. However Sentinel insistently holds the ropes and demands that she come with him backstage to deal with this. Still showing reluctance, she finally complies and exits the ring with him as they head backstage...arguing all the way.::

Lula Davidson: "No wonder we didn't see her for so long. That's horrible news. I hope she's really not out of the game for good..."

Jason Chase: "Marital squabbles. Yawn. Wake me when we have some action...like her slapping him in the mouth again."

Lula Davidson: "Don't be so droll, Jason. You're just jealous that you can't find a woman to put up with your ass long enough to have a fight."

::The camera stays on the now empty to the backstage area. We cut to backstage, where we see Lacey Roberts, warming up before her match. Behind her, is bob Brooks, sitting on a crate, and just staring at her.::

Brooks: “I will never get tired of seeing this.”

Lacey: “Glad to know. Anyways I hope you liked that video I sent to you.”

Brooks: I” consider myself the luckiest man alive.”

Lacey: “Good. I hope you didn't blow all your loads due to it though. Because who knows what might come after tonight.”

::Bob now has a look of pure surprise, and glee. He almost falls over, and Lacey laughs at his goofiness.::

Lacey: “I'll see you later, hun.”

::Lacey grabs her title, and wraps it around her waist, before grabbing her kutte, and walking towards her motorcycle. Bob is simple staring at dat ass the whole time, even as she hops on, and fires it up, driving away.::

Bob: “I...I can't wait!”

::The camera then shifts again to a disgusted looking Lula, a aroused Jason and frankly, a bored Michael. Shaking free the disgust Lula begins.::

Lula Davidson: “Well ladies and gentlemen we have a change of plans. According to your programs Silver Baron was supposed to take on Danika Bayne but....um.....”

Michael Rivers: “Can't find her?”

Jason Chase: “....no. they can't.”

Michael rivers: “They always said things happen when HE want them to.”

Lula Davidson: “Well, we have a title match kicking us off instead!”

Jason Chase: “Let's do it then!”

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall and it is for the UWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 120 pounds and hailing from San Francisco, California, “the Hong Kong Sensation” AMY ZING!!!”

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.

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.::

Lula Davidson: “This woman is just a ball of sunshine!”

Jason Chase: “Annoyingly upbeat and capable of making you wanna bury yourself to avoid her?”

Lula Davidson: “You’re hopeless!”

Jason Chase: “So’s she, and she’s the one who’s gonna end up burned!”

Jamie Hensley: “Her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is the current, reigning, and defending UWA Television Champion, “The Devil’s Little Sister” LACEY ROBERTS!!!”

::The stage lights begin to flash red, as 'With me' begins to play.::

You know
Every world will have it's end (Have it's end)
I'm here
To Prove it all
To you.

::A loud engine can be heard, as Lacey comes out to the stage on her chopper. A red fog forms at the stage.::

I am
Who you don't think I am (Think I am)
All wrapped up
In my evil plan.

::Lacey revs up her engine a couple times, before she rides through the fog, and to the ring.::

Can't taste the day (taste the day)
Savour night (savour night)
Spells beyond you
As I watch you crawl.

::Once Lacey reaches the ring, she takes a couple laps around the ring, before she gets off, and slides into the ring.::

Do you dare to fight (dare to fight)
Evil's might (evil's might)
I'll be the last one standing
In a flash of light!

::Lacey climbs onto on of the turnbuckles, and flashes the devil's sign with both hands. She then takes off her kutte, before she climbs down.::

My eyes (my eyes)
Are filled with curiosity
You think (you think)
That you have power over me
In this life (this life)
There's no room for you and me
So turn away or
Face this day
WITH ME! (Face the day with me)
WITH ME! (Face this day with me)

Lula Davidson: “Here comes the Champion!”

Jason Chase: “She deserves all the reverence we can give her!”

Lula Davidson: “She has the chance to prove that here tonight!”

Jason Chase: “She already did prove it! This is just confirmation of what we already know!”

::The bell sounds and the two ladies step forward. They lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up and Lacey quickly takes a standing arm bar. She forces Amy to one knee and then positions herself slightly behind the challenger. Amy springs up and tries for a cross armbreaker takedown. Lacey moves in and Amy changes to an arm-in triangle. Lacey lifts Amy up and looks for a powerbomb. Amy switches to a guillotine hold and as her feet touch the mat, Lacey fires her over into a bridging northern lights suplex.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Both competitors get to their feet and Amy drills Lacey with a spinning heel kick to the face. Lacey hits the mat hard, flat on her back and Amy runs to the ropes, jumping up for a springboard leg drop. She hits the move and then covers Lacey.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Lacey takes Amy over into an inside cradle.::

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REVERSAL!!!

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KICKOUT!!!

Lula Davidson: “Lacey seems determined to show she’s better at actual wrestling.”

Jason Chase: “How many times do I have to tell you she already showed something before you believe it?”

Lula Davidson: “Do you really want me to answer that, Jason?”

Jason Chase: “Lacey’s better on the mat, Amy’s only hope, if she has one, is to outspeed and fly the Champion.”

::Amy gets up and runs to the ropes as Lacey staggers up to her feet. Amy rebounds off and comes rushing at the Champion for a big flying forearm shot. Lacey catches the arm for a Fujiwara armbar takedown and pulls back on the armbar when they hit the mat. Amy reaches out with her free hand and manages to grab the bottom rope. Lacey continues to hold onto the hold even as the referee starts counting for the possible disqualification.::

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::Lacey releases her grip and then grabs Amy’s arm and pulls her towards the middle of the ring, rolling her over into a crossface. Amy keeps rolling and cradles Lacey.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Lacey rolls through and takes a seated armbar. Amy forces them to their feet and then hits a wicked enziguri. Lacey staggers forward a couple of steps and then falls to all fours. Amy runs up to her and uses Lacey’s back for a springboard into a standing shooting star press. Amy crashes down onto Lacey’s back, smashing the Champion to the mat hard. Amy rolls Lacey over and covers her.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::Amy goes to hook the leg for another chance but lacey rolls her over into a crucifix pin.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Amy rolls over and pops up to her feet and Lacey drills her with a big clothesline. Amy goes down and Lacey goes for a springboard corkscrew moonsault. Amy moves and Lacey crashes to the mat. Amy manages to get Lacey in the corner and then runs in for Nihao from California. Amy pulls Lacey out of the corner and covers.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::Amy goes to pull Lacey up and Lacey brings her down into the Deal Breaker. Amy thrashes about in pain as Lacey pulls harder and harder. Amy grabs the bottom rope and the referee starts counting for the break.::

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::Lacey releases the hold and backs up. Amy slowly starts to stagger up, Lacey motioning at her to get up and turn around. Amy gets to her feet, clutching at her arm. Lacey nods, motioning at her to turn. Amy starts to move and Lacey come in looking for the Reaper Scythe. Amy moves out of the way and then jumps into the Fenghuang Kick. Lacey goes down hard and Amy covers, hooking the leg.::

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3!!!

Lula Davidson: “Amy Zing has done it!”

Jason Chase: “No way...”

Lula Davidson: “She caught her and kicked her head off!”

Jason Chase: “I don’t believe it.”

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner and NEW UWA Television Champion, AMY ZING!!!”

::Amy takes the title from the referee and hugs it close to her chest and falls to her knees almost crying.::

Jason Chase: “She is acting like she won the World Title!”

Lula Davidson: “And it's not even her first title win.....”

Michael Rivers: “She has done something no one else has. She had now held a title twice. She is emotional. There is nothing wrong with that. We all get emotional....and victory.....is motivational.”

::The camera watches as Amy continues to celebrate and the referee's help Lacey out of the ring as if something had happened to her then shifts from the ringside area to the backstage once again.::

Lula Davidson: “I hope Lacey is alright.”

Jason Chase: “It looked like she may have hurt her neck.....”

:: This time the camera comes to the parking garage area to find Bethany Kenyon walking toward the doors with Broderick Montgomery at her side. the two were actually holding hands and seem to be lost in their own little word chatting as the walked.::

Lula Davidson: "You know, like them or hate them, they are cute. it's sweet."

Jason Chase: "Yea. So sweet it'll make your teeth rot."

Michael Rivers: "Gluttony. At it's truest."

Lula Davidson: "....What was that?"

Michael Rivers: "Nothing Lula."

::When they neared the doors of the arena they were stopped by a large black man holding a cigar and Samuel.::

Jason Smith: "Oliver has informed me that you are being allowed backstage, per the request of Bethany Kenyon and they assure me you will stay out of trouble."

Brody: "....Aerynn's bitch ass isn't here. So....everyone is safe."

Samuel: "don't you even care how she is doing?"

Brody: "Not really."

::Bethany shoots a look to her boyfriend and sighs but the two of them walk past the two U.W.A. officials and deeper into the building. They no sooner round the first corner then they found themselves staring directly into the eyes of Ashley Kenyon who was leaning on the side of the hallway with her arms crossed over the U.W.A. North American championship. Which struck Bethany as odd.::

Bethany: ".....Um Ash. Isn't Tedmn holding onto that now?"

::Ashley laughed a little mocking laugh and shook her head.::

Ashley: "Oh no. Tedman won't be holding onto....well anything for awhile."

Lula Davidson: "What does that mean?! Is that why Tedman has been gone? Has she hurt him?"

Jason Chase: "Let's not jump to conclusions here."

Michael Rivers: "More and more she shows promise."

Bethany: "Ash....what did you do?"

Ashley: "Nothing. Calm down Big sis."

::Ashley pushes off the wall then and straightens the title on her shoulder.::

Ashley: "Funny how the hanger on. The last to know. The always left out....is the only one of us who was able to hold onto their title huh big sis?"

Bethany: "....Ash don't do this....please?"

Ashley: "Why? I am still a champion and...."

Brody: "Ashley. Shut the fuck up!"

::Ashley and Beth both looked over in shock as the stubled man stares at the smaller girl through the darkness of the hood.::

Brody: "You aren't better then her. Or Jezzy. Hell your no better then Aerynn now!"

::Ashley watches the man through gritted teeth and then spits out.::

Ashley: "Let's see if you feel that way after tonight. When your girl fails to do what i have done....TWICE and i do what she couldn't....beat Sentinel!"

::Ashley then shoulder checks Brody out of the way and walks off as Beth and Brody argue about how smart that was and the camera shifts back to the ringside area. The camera switches to the arena where the crowd is currently buzzing with enthusiasm. All of a sudden the instrumental to "Thug Luv" by 2Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony begins to play throughout the arena. Suddenly Vince Jones comes bursting through the curtains with a cocky smirk plastered across his face. He is soon followed out by Entourage members, Reno Banks, Keshawn Jones, and Jasmine Shelley. Vince raises his arms above his head in celebration of his win at Spring Slaughter while his crew stand behind him and give him a round of applause as the crowd errupts with boos at the sign of his presence. Vince and the rest of his crew make their way down to the ring and slide in one after the other. Vince Jones is handed a microphone and he makes his way to the center of the ring.

Vince Jones: "Yo, yo, yooooo!!! What up, people?? How you all feelin tonight? Hope you all ridin' that high like yo mans is right about now! Why? Cuz not only does yo mans walk outta Spring Slaughta with the big victory...yo mans walks outta Spring Slaughta with a prize..."

::Reno Banks nods his head in agreement.::

Reno Banks: "Ahhh yes! To the victor go the spoils..."

Vince Jones: "Yeah! What he said! To the victah goes whateva! So, at this fuckin' time Jonesy and the rest of the crew are proud to introduce the honorary membah of V's Entourage and Jonesy's new bitch...Silva Baron!"

::The instrumental to "Thug Luv" begins playing yet again as Vince and the rest of his crew turns towards the entrance awaiting his arrival. They wait a brief moment but no one emerges.::

Vince Jones: "Bring yo bitch ass, son! We don't have all fuckin' day here! V got shit to do!"

::All of a sudden Silver Baron comes walking out through the curtains dressed in a black t-shirt which reads "Jonesy's Bitch" in red letters and carrying what appears to be a stack of large posters. Jonesy's crew all begin applauding Silver Baron as he makes his way down towards the ring fuming with rage at the embarrassment. Vince watches him and chuckles to himself.::

Vince Jones: "Awww look at this mahfucka. Now you people gotta admit that his bitch ass lookin' kinda fly in the t-shirt right about now. You gotta admit that its a nice touch and shit!"

::Silver Baron reaches the ring and slowly slides in bringing the posters along with him. Silver Baron stands up and looks out at the crowd trying his absolute best to hold in his frustrations. At this time Vice and the rest of his crew appear truly amused by Silver Baron's apparent embarrassment. Vince turns and looks out at the crowd.::

Vince Jones: "Ya see this silly ass lookin' mahfucka right here"

::Vince points at Silver Baron.::

Vince Jones: "This is what happens when you step to the plate against a man like Jonesy! This that shit right here! You stand the fuckin' chance of V makin' you his bitch! Nahmean??"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

::Vince shrugs his shoulders.::

Vince Jones: "Hey! Don't boo V! This mahfucka brought that shit on his own self! Fuck with V. Jones and there some consequences! Simple as that! Now before we move on it turns out that Silva Baron got a few words for all you people at this time about how truly great yo mans 'The Violence' Vince Jones truly is."

::Vince and the rest of his crew all turn towards Silver Baron and await for him to speak. Silver Baron stands there in utter silence and glares back at Vince.::

Vince Jones: "Speak, bitch!"

::Silver Baron slowly whips out a sheet of paper from his back pocket and takes a glance down at it and then back up at Vince Jones in rage. Vince starts gritting his teeth.::

Vince Jones: "Open yo fuckin' mouth and speak, you sorry ass sonuvabitch!"

::Silver Baron looks down at the sheet of paper, clears his throat, and begins reading.::

Silver Baron: (reading) "First of all I would just like to express how it was an absolute honor to stand in the ring across from such a force like Vince Jones at UWA Spring Slaughter. He is hands down the greatest wrestler that the UWA and the wrestling world has ever seen and I have to give him credit for all that I learned facing a competitor like himself. I gave it my all at Spring Slaughter, but that wasn't quite enough to take down a man like Vince Jones. At this time I would also like to express how much of an honor it truly is to be an honorary member of The Entourage and most importantly..."

::Silver Baron stops mid-sentence and glares at Vince Jones yet again as Vince watches his reaction in amusement.::

Vince Jones: "Keep going, bitch! Keep going!"

::Silver Baron looks down at the piece of paper and continues reading.::

Silver Baron: (reading) "At this time I would like to express how much of an honor it truly is to be an honorary member of The Entourage and most importantly...Vince Jones' bitch!"

::Silver Baron immediately balls up the sheet of paper and chucks it out of the ring to the amusement of Vince Jones and the rest of his crew. They begin applauding Silver Baron as the crowd errupts with boos.::

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Vince Jones pretends to be choked up with emotion as he pretends to wipe tears away from his eyes.::

Vince Jones: "Damn, dawg! That shit right there was beautiful, son! That's that kinda shit that just hits a mahfucka right here (points at his heart), bruh! If only everyone in the UWA could come to simple conclusions like that this whole federation'd be a betta fuckin' place! Ya know?? Its cats like the ones that Jonesy about to address that really bring down the UWA as a whole! Right about now with the fuckin' assistance of Jonesy's Human Slide Show Projectah here (points at Silver Baron) we gonna get down to some biz...and educate some mahfuckas!"

::Silver Baron once again looks back at Vince Jones in defiance.::

Vince Jones: "Bring on the first pic, bitch!"

::Silver Baron stands his ground starting to become extremely agitated by Vince's harsh words. Vince Jones gets up in Silver Baron's face and raises his backhand.::

Vince Jones: "Is V. Jones gonna have to smack a bitch tonight??"

::All of a sudden the sadistic sound could be heard through the arena, as the mask of Oblivion creeps on the face of Silver Baron.::

Oblivion: "vinnie vinnie Vinne. Oh how everything is not as it seems."

Vince jones: "The fuck ya talking'bout?"

Oblivion: "Oh it's quite simple, i'm sure even your feeble brain can understand. HE might be in your services for the time being, but not for very long, Vince! But alas, what does it say about me? the deal never included me, so you're not so much in control as you think you are. Because unlike Baron, I will put a cock choker in his place. So, watch yourself or I could become one of your problems in the future! That my dolt, is never, and I d mean never...a good thing for anyone...except me of course."

::Oblivion continues to chuckle, as Vince Jones notices the sudden change and takes a slight step back lowering his hand that was previously prepared to strike.::

Vince Jones: "Show the people the fuckin' pic, son!"

::Oblivion slowly fades away and goes back to rest as Silver Baron produces a large poster of Bethany Kenyon holding up what used to be her UWA title belt for the crowd to see.::

Vince Jones: "Turns out V gotta square off against (points at the poster) this broad in the ring tonight. Or was it this mahfucka?"

::Vince snaps his fingers and Silver Baron produces a poster of Bethany Kenyon without her title belt.::

Vince Jones: "People seem to love remindin' Jonesy that this bitch was a formah champ and shit like V could give a fuck... especially the Barbie bitch herself! C'mon now, B-K! You had to have been one of the most forgettable champs the fuckin' UWA has had so far! As far as Jonesy's concerned you the fuckin' afta thought of K.I.S.S, the otha Kenyon sistah! Now get this..."

::Vince Jones snaps his fingers and Silver Baron now produces a poster with a picture of Bethany Kenyon laid out on her back after being pinned with Sentinel standing over top of her with the UWA World Wrestling title belt in hand.::

Vince Jones: "Sentinel stretched yo bitch ass out on the mat for the pin at Spring Slaughta and don't be surprised if Jonesy does the same to yo bitch ass tonight! Now if Jonesy remembahs correctly someone got just a lil bit POed when Jonesy referred to this fuckin' match as not bein' that damn high on V's list of priorities! So, let Jonesy fill yo ass in a lil somethin' somethin' just to make things perfectly clear to you dumb ass!"

::Vince snaps his fingers and Silver Baron whips out a poster of Lebron James.::

Vince Jones: "Watchin' and hopin' that Lebron James and those fuckin' Cavs get they ass-whupped by Steph Curry and Golden State like just about every otha mahfucka in this damn country right now...that's a big fuckin' deal to V. Jones here!"

::Vince Jones snaps his fingers and Silver Baron whips out a poster of what looks to be a cluster of hookers.::

Vince Jones: "Does V gotta go any furtha with this one?"

::Vince Jones motions towards all the women on the poster as Jasmine begins rolling her eyes at Vince.::

Vince Jones: "All dat shit right there?? Big fuckin' deal!"

::Vince notices Jasmine's anger and he flips her off.::

Vince Jones: "And fuck you too, bitch! On to the next one..."

::Vince snaps his fingers and Silver Baron shows a poster of Sentinel with the UWA World Heavyweight title belt.::

Vince Jones: "Sentinel...much bigga fuckin' deal than you, B-K! Sorry to break it to ya, baby dol, but you nowhere near the top of Jonesy's priority list right now! It is what it fuckin' is! So, get ready for a quickie tonight cuz yo boy got more important shit to deal with like Sentinel..."

::Vince Jones begins softly clicking his teeth in frustration at the thought.::

Vince Jones: "Bruh, you been doin' yo damn thang around this joint while yo mans (points to himself) here has been doin' his own. You've handled yours while V's handled his. Things could've remained that way until yo punk ass started feelin' yo self a lil too much at Spring Slaughta! That's how it goes sometimes in this biz! Cats like you start fallin' fo ya own hype and shit, sippin' a lil too much on that damn Kool-Aid at the sudden hint of people proppin' up yo damn name and shit!"

::Reno and Keshawn both nod their heads in agreement as Jasmine just folds her arms in frustration with Vince's previous lack of respect for her in public.::

Vince Jones: "Cats like you sometimes start forgettin' that there comes that time when you need to show some respect for mahfuckas that are truly greata than you! Let's go back to Spring Slaughta for a momen. All you simply have to do that night is take a small step to the side and show that respect...respect for the only mahfucka in the UWA that people could truly give a damn about, the mahfuckin' Jones that puts asses in seats and makes sure you get paid, the same mahfucka that keeps this joint on the fuckin' map! Hmph! Instead you chose to be "the big man", the guy that won't back down! Big mistake, bruh! Some people call you the Crimson Demon, the Destroyah of Dreams and for good fuckin' reason! Jonesy's watched you from afar and shit..."

::Vince Jones begins shaking his head and snaps his fingers as Silver Baron produces a UWA wrestling poster of 'The Violence' Vince Jones.::

Vince Jones: "(points at the poster) But what happens when you finally gotta stand up 'gainst a mahfucka just as big, just as strong, and simply could give a fuck about all that makes you who you are? Jonesy sendin' this message out directly to you, son! V mahfuckin' Jones is a problem you don't wanna have to deal with! 'Nuff said!"

::Vince flashes the hand sign of his old street gang from New York for the camera to see. The instrumental to "Thug Luv" begins playing as Vince Jones summons his group along with Silver Baron to exit the ring with him. Vince points to the ropes and Silver Baron reluctantly holds the ring ropes open for Vince and his crew to slide exit. The Silver Baron however stays, as he rips off the shirt he was wearing, tosses it out of the ring, and waits for his match to begin.::

Lula Davidson: “Do....you think they found her yet?”

Michael Rivers: “...I think it's time yes.”
Jamie Hensley: “The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada. Weighing in at Two hundred and Twenty-five pounds. He is.....THE SILVER BARON!”

::In the ring Baron lifted a fist high into the air for the crowd who cheered.::

Lula Davidson: “I don't think he likes being Vince Jone's bitch.”

Jason Chase: “Who cares what he thinks!”

Michael Rivers: “He doesn't care about much then. I mean, once a loser.....”

Jamie Hansley: “And his opponent from Clarkston, Goergia and weighting in at one hundred and Twenty pounds. She is the Harbinger.....Danika Bayne!”

::The lights of the arena go out and the strange Latin chants of Ave Satani begin to play over the PA system. The arena stays in darkness as the chant continues until a faint chime is heard and one spotlight appears on one side of the ramp-way showing Ananiel. Then as the chant begins again, another spot light appears showing Ramiel. each wearing black Cassocks.

As the song kicks into high gear and the chanting is joined by music the black robed form of Danika Bayne rises from below the stage between the two praying brothers. As if she was rising from the depths of hell itself Danika stands perfectly still the light of the spotlights shining off her white mask.

When the lights come back on the three of them walk down the ramp way. When they get to the ring the twins lift Danika up onto their shoulders and she steps onto the apron and twists between ropes into the ring where she rips open and off the gown to reveal her ring gear.::

Lula Davidson: “That's a hell of an entrance....”

Jason Chase: “When we can find her!”

Michael Rivers: “They found her, when she wanted to be found.”

::In the ring Danika and Baron both come to the center of the ring as the referee waves for the bell. Without warning Danika lashes out and slams a right hand into Baron's jaw staggering the big man back to the ropes holding his jaw. The camera sees him mouth “Holy shit” as he rubs his jaw.::

Lula Davidson: “Looks like she rocked him there.”

Jason Chase: “She's a hundred pounds soaking wet!”

Michael Rivers: “Dynamite Jason. Dynamite.”

::Baron walks back over to the short blond with a curious expression on his face and points at his jaw again.::

Lula Davidson: “I think he's telling her to hurt him.....”

Jason Chase: “Maybe he wanted to see if the first one was a fluke?”

Michael Rivers: “His funeral.”

::Danika offers that “cute as a button” smile and then snarls and throws another right hand that catches Baron in the jaw again and he staggers back holding his jaw and yells out “FUCKING HELL!” leaving Danika to smirk over at him. After the punch was thrown Baron gave her this look that said “your five foot, a hundred pounds with bricks in your pockets....the hell are you wonder woman!?”

Baron then approaches the little blond and begins to try and sweet talk her. The crowd cheers to see this side of baron in the middle of a match.::

Lula Davidson: “Is he trying to......”

Jason Chase: “Well this is Baron.....”

Michael Rivers: “He never was very smart.”

::After only a few seconds of this Danika throws another right hand, but this time it was caught by Baron who shook his finger at her as if saying bad girl and then shifted into a shoulder throw, but Danika landed on her hands and somersaulted into the corner with a smirk.

Baron spun around and locked eyes with her and it was clear he wasn't playing games anymore. He ran at the corner but Danika pulled herself through the ropes, Baron however does the same at full speed. Both end up on the apron separated by a turn buckle.::

Lula Davidson: “They are both quick as lightning.”

Jason Chase: “Yes, but Baron has power on his side as well.”

Michael Rivers: “And Danika had more then just speed something tells me.”

::Both Danika and Baron slid through the middle rope and back into the ring and then lock up in the corner. Baron, of course, wins the battle of power and forces her back into the ropes and then whips her across the ring. When Danika returns he plants his hands into her stomach and launches her into the air, leaving her to slam into the mat at full force.

Baron then begins to walk in circles around the small blond woman as she begins to crawl back to her hands and knees. As Baron circles her he ended up behind her when she was on all fours and looked down with a smirk and actually smacked her ass then backed away with his hands raised.::

Lula Davidson: “Typical Baron!”

Jason Chase: “gotta love it.”

Michael Rivers: “Speak for yourself.”

::And sure enough Danika jumped back to her feet with a look of outraged hate on her face. The referee was busy with Baron, warning him about such acts. Danika however grabs the referee and shoves him out of the way to get at Baron.

Baron wasn't expecting the sudden attack by the small blond. Danika grabs the back of his head and drives three hard forearms into the face that back him into the corner where she leans her shoulder into him and whips him across the ring into the opposite corner.::

Lula Davidson: “I think Danika took offense to that.”

Jason Chase: “Why would she? I could spank her myself.”

Michael Rivers: “....and pull back a knub.”

::Danika rushes across the ring and hits a beautiful splash into the corner and then somersaults back, lands on her hands and kicks up again aiming to rush back in for another splash, but this time Baron slides out of the way and Danika slams into the corner and staggers out.

When Danika staggers out Baron hits a hard right hand, and then a second and a third then does a little shake rattle and roll and hits a third that drops Danika flat on her back and Baron drops into the cover.::




ONE!




TWO!



KICKOUT!


::Baron gets to his knees and pulls the little blond up by the hair, but as soon as they stand she grabs his arm and twists back, like one would in a self defense class, but instead of circling behind she yanks forward and brings her leg up and kicks Baron square in the face.::

Lula Davidson: “What in the hell was that?!”

Jason Chase: “....I don't know.”

Michael Rivers: “Word is she calls that the inversion....”

::Danika drops into the cover then.::




ONE!




TWO!



THREE!

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner....The Harbinger....DANIKA BAYNE!”

Lula Davidson: “Danika wins her debut match!”

Jason Chase: “A few rough spots, but all and all, a good showing by both Silver Baron and Danika Bayne.”

Michael Rivers: “Well....Lula and Jason”

::Michael rises from his seat then and begins to unbutton the button down shirt he wore. The camera comes in to notice the words “N.E.V.E.R.” on the knuckles of his left hand and “A.G.A.I.N.” on the knuckles of his right.::

Michael Rivers: “It's been a pleasure but I think I have waited about long enough.”

::Michael then pulls off the head set and drops the shirt to the table. As he walks around the table it was shown his entire back was a full size set of black angel wings that seemed to be on fire. Beautiful Tattoo. As he walks by the table he grabs a microphone and quickly slides into the ring.

Baron was getting back to his feet and watching the Children as they backed up the ramp way. His only clue was when he referee looked suddenly behind him as Michael slid into the ring. Baron, still on his knees turned to look as Michael was in a dead run.

Michael didn't just run into Baron, but clean THROUGH him. Driving the point of his knee full on into his face. Michael ends up on one knee over Baron and then gracefully slides off and lays down on his stomach next to Baron looking over at the unconscious man as he raised the microphone.::

Michael Rivers: “My name.....is Michael. Rivers. You will get to know me well Baron. Yes....you will. I have been known by many names over the long years. Some you may know.....some you may not. Carnage. The Fallen Angel. The Morning Star.....Lucifer incarnate. Evil reborn. I am....the physical embodiment of all that makes you cry for your mother in the darkness. All that still...even now as a man, makes the hairs stand up on the back of your neck....when you walk down a dark ally.”

::Michael reaches out then and takes Baron by the chin and turns him to look at him. Baron is beginning to come around, but his eyes are still glazed over.::

Michael: “You....are a loser. Again and again you have been thrust into the fires of war....and again and again you are pushed aside. Eaten by larger prey....but don't worry.....”

::Baron began to open his mouth but Michael reaches out and presses a single finger to his lips, not gently like you would a lover, but firm, violent.::

Michael: “No....shhh. Save your strength Baron. It has all just begun. You should feel blessed. I have chosen you....above all others to receive my message. It is a position of great honor. You. A simple Man. A mere mortal have been chosen to reveal me. To dictate my word. To become the canvess of my new bible.

I shall use your skin. Your flesh and blood to write my new bible Baron. Now.....its your turn....bring me your hate. Bring me your rage. Bring me it all. Welcome to the darkness Baron.....”

::Michael smiled a eerily insane smile and then leaned down and full on kissed Silver Baron on the mouth before rolling out of the ring and disappearing into the crowd.::

Lula Davidson: “My god....that was sitting next to us for months.....”

Jason Chase: “.....That wasn't creepy at all.”

::In the backstage area directly following the attack on The Silver Baron the Children all flock through the hallways with a purpose. They march as if they were a military unit until they came to a lone room that seemed to be off the beaten path. no one who worked for U.W.A. was roaming these halls. The second they enter a dark room they know something is wrong. Maiko, last in the room, always three steps behind the group in her knew primary place, hit the light switch but it failed to turn on.::

Maiko: "Harbinger!"

Danika: "Shhhhhh."

Maiko: "But Harbinger!"

Danika: "SILENCE!"

::The lights continue to be unresponsive as the gathered children begin to form up around their Harbinger.::

Sariel: "Harbinger. I advise caution."

Danika: "Shhh. have faith in all things."

::A burst of pyro erupts from the center of the room, bringing the lights back on. Bene Elohim and Miako seem confused, as does, Danika, who looks behind her near the door. Behind her on a small stand is a coffin.

Chase: “What the hell is that?”

::Miako is the first to notice the coffin, pointing at it. Danika moves to the coffin as the other Children circle around. Slowly, Danika opens the lid and looks inside. She reaches in and pulls out a piece of her shattered mask and looks at it with a blank expression.::

Lula: “What?”

::The lights go out again leaving the Children muttering to themselves, except The Harbinger, who seems more curious then anything. Another burst of pyro brings the lights back on. The crowd cheers as Kyle Travis is standing right behind Danika Bayne. Bene Elohim and Miako seem shocked.::

Chase: “Where the hell did he come from?!”

::Travis spins Danika around and nails her with the Cold Snap, driving her head into floor. Seeing their leader attacked snaps the Children of Nephilim out of their surprise and they quickly swarm around the coffin, but Travis is able to quickly slide backwards and out the door. The children do not pursue, more concerned for their Harbinger then Travis at the moment as he backs up the hallway smirking.::

Lula: “Kyle Travis, playing mind games with the Children of Nephilim. It may not have been the wisest of moves, but she’s sent the message that he is not afraid of them.”

Chase: “He just attacked their leader. I think they got the message.”

::The Children of Nephilim stand around and guard their Harbinger, who seems to have started recovering. The broken piece of her mask lays on the floor. The beautiful asian woman kneels down runs a hand over the side of Danika's face, reverently.::

Sariel: "Harbinger......?"

Danika: "Did....he desecrate it?"

::Maiko quickly moves into the now lite, if smokey, room and pulls from one of the lockers, of all things......a tiny teddy bear. It was red, maybe a foot and a half tall with two red buttons as eyes.::

Sariel: "No Harbinger. It is whole."

Danika: ".....Good. HE will want to give us direction. Now more then ever."

::The camera then shifts back to the ringside area once again to the shocked and dismayed anouncers.::

Lula Davidson: “.....Did....she just say.....they take orders.....from a teddy bear?!”

Jason Chase: “.....after all of this. All this time....they are just crazy people.....”

Lula Davidson: “....A freakin teddy bear.”

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 252 pounds, “The Protector” FRASER FREEMAN!!!”

::The lights cut out and the viewscreen comes alive with a shot of a hospital looking almost peaceful and serene while crowd starts to buzz in anticipation. The hospital explodes as the words “The Protector” flash onto the screen. Skindred’s cover of “Back in Black starts up with a motorcycle revving in rhythm to the early part of the song.::

“Back in black I hit the sack
I been too long I’m glad to be back
yes I am
let loose from the noose
that's kept me hanging about.”

::Fraser Freeman rides his bike out onto the stage as the crowd erupts. He nods to one side of the arena and then to the other, raising his hands triumphantly.::

“I keep looking at the sky cause it's gettin' me high
forget the hearse cause I’ll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
using every one of them and runnin' wild
cause I’m back.”

::He nods, puts the bike into gear and then rides down the ramp into the aisle and then to the ring, taking a lap around the ringside area as the crowd cheers him on.::

“Yes I’m back well I’m back
yes I’m back
well I’m back back
well I’m back in black
yes I’m back in black.”

::Fraser parks his bike and pulls a steep pipe out of the side of his ride like it’s a natural accessory to have.::.

“Back in the back of a Cadillac
number one with a bullet I’m a power pack
yes I am
in a bang with the gang
they gotta catch me if they want me to hang.”

::He steps off the bike and walks to the ring, hitting each step on the way up with the pipe just for emphasis. He steps into the ring and heads to the far corner, the pipe remaining ominously in his hand as he goes.::

“Cause I’m back on the track and I’m beatin' the flack
nobody's gonna get me on another rap
so look at me now I’m just makin' my play
don't try to push your luck just get out of my way
cause I’m back.”

::He steps onto the second turnbuckle and raises the pipe aloft, receiving the crowd’s reaction like a returning conquering hero.::

“Yes I’m back
well I’m back
yes I’m back
well I’m back back
well I’m back in black
yes I’m back in black.”

::He jumps down and starts to slowly take of his kutte, never letting go of the pipe in the process.::

“Well I’m back yes I’m back
well I’m back yes I’m back
well I’m back back
well I’m back in black
yes I’m back in black”

::He places his kutte under the turnbuckles and nods to the crowd.::

“well I’m back back
well I’m back back
back back
back in black
yes I’m back in black
outta sight.”

::He lays the pipe on top of the kutte and then motions for the microphone from Jaime. She hands it to him and Fraser nods turning to face the entrance way.::

Fraser Freeman: Cole Hunter, as I have made clear to the world, right now I am offering you a truce. Come out here, face me in this ring, man to man and this need not turn into a war. All you need do is give me Jade’s location here and now and there need be no bloodshed, however believe me, should you deny my request, there will be blood!

Lula Davidson: “I don’t see an answer coming...”

Jason Chase: “Freeman doesn’t look happy about this.”

Lula Davidson: “Would you be?”

Jason Chase: “I’d have never left my whore alone that way!”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, wrestling out of Hollywood, California and weighing in at 215 pounds, “The Photographer” BOB BROOKS!!!”

::“Can't Stop” begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage. He's carrying a large tripod with a camera perched on top over his shoulder, similar to how some baseball players might carry their baseball bat. Bob walks towards the ring, his eyes looking up at the lights above, then around the ring, making himself familiar with the setting. He makes it to the ring, but instead of stepping inside he walks around it, looking for the perfect spot. Finally he finds a spot he finds ideal, and sets his tripod down. Now Bob takes his time fiddling with the camera itself, making sure it's pointed towards the ring at an angle that won't miss any of the action, he isn't about to rely on anyone else to capture the action for him. Once Bob has convinced himself he's got the perfect set up, he slides into the ring.::

Lula Davidson: “Oh, this doesn’t look good...”

Jason Chase: “Bob seems oblivious to the fact that there's a really pissed off English biker in the ring right now!”

Lula Davidson: “This is certainly awkward.”

Jason Chase: “Cole Hunter is probably laughing his ass off wherever he is right now!”

::The bell sounds and Fraser punches Bob in the mouth. Bob staggers back, sent reeling by the force of the impact. Fraser punches him again and Bob falls back into the corner. Fraser starts throwing alternating punches, right, left, right, left, left, right, left. Bob starts to slump down in the corner but Fraser pulls him back up and looks for another big punches. Bob kicks at Fraser’s knee and then pulls Fraser down into an inside cradle.::

1…



2…



ANGRY KICKOUT!!!

::Biob rolls under the ropes and scrambles to the top rope. He leaps off for a crossbody and Fraser catches him for a powerslam. Fraser hooks the leg.::

1…



2…



SHOULDER UP!!!

::Bob rolls to the corner and slowly pulls himself up again. Fraser moves in and starts throwing punches, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, right. Bob slumps down to the mat and rolls out to the floor. Fraser steps through the ropes and drops to the floor as the referee starts to count both men out of the ring.::

1…

2…

::Fraser pulls Bob up and bounces his face off the edge of the ring. Bob staggers back by the steps and Fraser goes for a big clothesline. Bob ducks and Fraser crashes into the ring post shoulder first.::

3…

4…

::Bob climbs up onto the edge of the ring and moves to the other end of the ring near the corner. Fraser rolls in and the referee breaks his count. Bob comes running over and springboards into an elbow drop. He covers as Fraser rolls over.::

1…



2…



KICKOUT!!!

::Bob moves back to the corner while Fraser starts to get to his feet again. Fraser glances around and Bob comes running in looking for a big forearm shot. Fraser catches him and spins into a big spinebuster. He covers, hooking the leg.::

1…



2…



KICKOUT!!!

Lula Davidson: “Fraser’s letting his anger get the better of him.”

Jason Chase: “That could be a problem if all he does is keep trying to beat Bob up and then hit a big power move.”

Lula Davidson: “Well, those power moves can work sometimes.”

Jason Chase: “Not if you don’t follow up, they don’t.”

::Fraser drags Bob up and throws him into the corner. Fraser rushes to the ropes and catches bob bouncing off the turnbuckles for a big bulldog. Fraser stands up and glares at the entranceway again almost like he’s disappointed in the answer he’s gotten. He marches over to Bob and gets pulled down into a small package.::

1…



2…



ANGRY KICKOUT!!!

::Fraser gets back to his feet and peels Bob up off the mat. He throws Bob into the corner again but then follows him in with a big clothesline. Bob crunches against the turnbuckles and Fraser steps back, throwing punches again, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, right. Bob slumps back against the right ropes and Fraser clotheslines him over the top to the floor. Bob plummets down to the cold hard concrete floor below. Fraser steps out after him again and starts to put the boots to Bob as the referee starts counting them out of the ring again.::

1…

2…

::Fraser reaches down and eats a punch. Bob tackles fraser at the ankles to stop him from firing off more strikes. Fraser tumbles to the floor and Bob jumps on top to rain down a few punches of his own. Fraser hits back and Bob rolls off, the referee still counting on both men.::

3…

4…

::Bob staggers to his feet and Fraser spears him into the edge of the ring. Bob grimaces in pain and Fraser moves in looking for a big punch. Bob gets his knee up into Fraser’s stomach and tries to climb away. Fraser pulls him back down and punches bob in the mouth.::

5…

6…

::As Fraser rears back to nail him again, the viewscreen roars to life. Fraser's head snaps in that direction like it’s on a swivel. On the screen, the camera finds Jade sitting on a folding chair in a darkened room.::

7…

8…

::Bob scrambles away and crawls into the ring while Fraser’s eyes remained glued to the screen. The camera pans around to find that also in the room are the woman known as Artemis and Cole Hunter.::

9…

::Cole smirks back at the camera.::

Cole Hunter: A location requested, a location required, a location revealed.

10…!!!

::The bell sounds and Fraser suddenly looks back at the ring as Bob starts celebrating. The view screen goes dark again and Fraser dives into the ring. He marches up to the referee and points back at the screen but the referee shrugs, explaining to him what’s happened. As Fraser looks ready to kill, a young man jumps the railing and walks up to Fraser’s bike, sitting on it, laughing hysterically.::

Lula Davidson: “What the hell is going on?”

Jason Chase: “That young man appears to have a death wish.”

Lula Davidson: “We’re told this man’s name is Johnny Hull...”

Jason Chase: “Nice knowing you, Johnny!”

::Johnny grins up at the ring, laughing hysterically from Fraser’s bike. Bob and the referee leave as Fraser drops to the floor. He walks over to the bike and grabs Johnny from behind. Johnny flies into the ring through the space between the second and bottom ropes. Fraser climbs in after him and catches Johnny trying to get up with a big clothesline to the back. Johnny goes down and Fraser pulls him up by the hair. He throws Johnny into the corner and moves in throwing punches, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, right. Johnny slumps to the mat and Fraser looks across the ring at his pipe. Fraser marches over to get his weapon when security rushes the ring to pull Johnny out and to stop Fraser from continuing on.::

Lula Davidson: “Fraser Freeman looks like a man possessed!”

Jason Chase: “Maybe he is.”

Jamie Hensley: “Your winner via count-out, BOB BROOKS!!!”

Lula Davidson: “Well ladies and gentlemen, we just got word from our medic staff, and those at the St Francis Medical Center, that Lacey Roberts has suffered a stinger at the hands of Amy Zing.”

Jason Chase: “Damn. Now we won't be able to see that fine ass for a while. Amy got lucky tonight.”

Lula Davidson: “Whether or not I agree with you, this is quite serious. However, there is some good news. It wasn't to bad of a stinger. We expect Lacey to make a full recovery and of course we wish her the best.”

Jason Chase: “WAHOO!”

::A loud gunshot is heard blasting over the loudspeakers and throughout the arena. Next the sound of a live electrical current can be heard pulsing through the air as the voice of 2Pac breaks the silence.::

"Yo we doin' this shit from Cleveland to L.A.
Bruh whatever you killahs want we bringing it
Thug Luv, bitch what time is it?

I don't give a fuck where you lay at
It's time to slay these bitch ass killahs
They ain't even knowing what type of killahs we is

Where my thugs at?
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, I know you mahfuckas been waiting for this shit for a long time
Well here it is here it is what you gone do with it"

::Bizzy Bone takes over with the lyrics on the track as Vince Jones suddenly bursts through the entryway curtains armed with his black, Louisville slugger baseball bat. Jasmine appears through the entryway curtains and follows close behind him. Vince Jones makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms and the baseball bat over his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old New York street gang, the EDW.::

"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

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

Jamie Hensley: “The following match is set for one fall. Introducing First. From New York city. Weighing in at 269 pounds. VINCE JONES!”

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.::

"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"

::Black Spiders' “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads Bethany Kenyon through the curtain. Bethany sways slightly trying to tantalize and only tease a little while Nikki simply continues forward, knowing what she's got behind her. Nikki leads the way to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to the near corner, upon which Bethany stands, raising her arms as the crowd cheers her on.::

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing next. From New Orleans Louisiana. BETHANY KENYON!”

::The bell rings and Bethany and Vince circle around each other. Neither one seems to like the situation, as each backs off from a grapple, but finally, the two lock horns.::

Lula Davidson: “Bethany doesn't want to try and match Vince Jones power here. She needs to use the same strategy she used on Sentinel.”

Jason Chase: “It didn't work on Sentinel, it damn sure ain’t workin on his superior....MA BOY JONESY!”

::It is a simple collar to elbow lock up, but Vince switches to a rear waist lock. He hoists Bethany for a german suplex, but Bethany blocks the attempt, rolling through into a cradle.::

1…



Kickout.



Lula Davidson: “Quick attempt at a pinfall here.”

Jason Chase: “I don't think so! Not gonna work on ma boy!”

::Vince rolls up to his feet, and plants them in the face of Bethany Kenyon. She recoils, and rolls backward. He runs in and goes for a punt, but she moves, grabs his leg, and takes him down. She floats over to a headlock. Vince struggles to his feet, and once up, he tries to push her off. But she hits the ropes, climbing them, and turns the move offensively.::

Lula Davidson: “It's moves like that Bethany needs to use in this match.”

Jason Chase: “Psst. Luck.”

::She releases the hold, as she rolls over, holding his jaw. Bethany walks up to him, and cartwheels into an elbow drop. She helps him up to his feet, and begins Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. She runs, and uses him to springboard herself high onto the pole. She reaches for the glove, but Vince reaches up and grabs her hips, pulling her down into a powerbomb.

Vince turns, and starts to climb the pole. He tries to reach up high, but he can’t get there. Bethany kips up, and runs up the turnbuckle, somersaulting off of Vince. His face smashes into the pole. He slips, and crotches himself on the turnbuckle. Bethany looks at his precarious position, and runs up onto his shoulders. She reaches for the glove, but he sweeps her legs out from under her. She lands crotch first in his face.::

Jason Chase: “whoa! Jasmine aint gonna like that! But I bet ma boy does!”

Lula Davidson: “Not to much, if he wants to live.”

::Vince hoists her up, sending her flying off of his back, but she lands on her feet. Jones does not even realize she is safe, as he tries to free himself from the turnbuckle. As he reaches his feet again, Bethany dropkicks his foot, causing him to crotch once again.::

Lula Davidson: “Ouch! That had to hurt!”

Jason Chase: “NO! LITTLE JONSEY! HIS JONANA....JONETO SUPREME.....”

::He falls backwards, but his feet are trapped. He is in the dreaded tree of woe.::

Lula Davidson: “.....only you.....”

::Bethany runs back to the turnbuckle, hops onto it for greater momentum, turns, charges Vince, and hits a beauty of a dropkick to the face.

He rolls down, and Bethany looks up at the glove. It is obvious she has decided to pursue making sure Jones does not get up.::

Lula Davidson: “What is Beth thinking here?!”

Jason Chase: “I don't know....but I don't think I will like it.”

::She runs to the ropes, rebounding for a great springboard moonsault. Jones recoils in pain, And Bethany rushes in. She grabs a hold of Jones arm and strings it into a triangle choke. She pulls down hard, and Jones’s face is scrunched in pain. He starts to fade, and the referee moves in to make sure he is healthy. He starts to pick back up, and the crowd approves. He reaches down and grabs ahold of Bethany’s tights, and picks her up, and slams her down onto the mat. She doesn’t let go… And so he musters his strength, and tries it again. Bethany almost relinquishes, but not quite.::

Lula Davidson: “Bethany could have it here!”

Jason Chase: “NO! WHERE IS HIS BITCH!”

::He musters up his strength, and hoists her up. He slams her again, and she lets go. He rolls off of her, and the two lay for a second. The two struggle to their feet, and Bethany holds her back. Jones struggles to get some feeling back into his jaw. She runs at him for a clothesline, and he ducks it. As she turns, he hits her with a spinning back fist. But Bethany recovers, and hits a dropkick.

Suddenly, we see Reno banks appear through the crowd. The crowd boos loudly, as he hops the barricade, and checks on Vince just outside the ring. The ref tells Reno to leave, and the two get into a heated argument.::

Jason Chase: “Who needs a bitch when you have Reno!”

Lula Davidson: “....It's the same thing!”

::Reno hops onto the apron, and talks trash with Bethany and the ref. That's when Vince turns Bethany around, and punches her in the face, knocking her out. He tosses something off his hand and throws it away, as Reno backs off.

Vince with the cover.::

1...




2...





3!

::The ref rings the bell, as this one is over.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner. Vince Jones!”

Lula Davidson: “Vince stole that victory!”

Jason Chase: “Hey, a win is a win!”

::The camera then shifts backstage once again. The locker room was the same, only now it held the usual candles that bathed the entire area in the eerie orange and red light. The Children all sat around the room minding their own business with Danika standing dead center holding the strange teddy bear.::

Lula Davidson: “I cannot believe we were ever afraid of these people.”

Jason Chase: “.....Seriously right!”

::As Jason finished his statement a sound broke the silence. A voice::

Voice: “Have you talked to her?”

::The Children all looked directly at Danika who looked down at the bear in her arms. The voice was definitely male. Distorted so it sounded eerily demonic, but definitely male....and it came from the teddy bear.::

Lula Davidson: “Did that fucking thing just talk!?”

Jason Chase: “....Did you just curse?! I've never heard you curse!”

Lula Davidson: “did it?!?!”

Danika: “No Lord. We had a unexpected visit from Travis.”

Tedd bear: “Was anyone hurt?”

Danika: “No Lord.”

Teddy bear: “Then I accept no more excuses. You are my voice Harbinger. Hell's Metatron. I will not accept failure.”

Danika: “Yes Lord. I live but for your approval!”

::And it sounded, as if she meant it. The mere thought that this....thing was upset with her, hurt her deeply.::

Danika: “What would you have us do?”

Teddy Bear: “I have my own business currently. Deal with Mr. Travis Harbinger. He must not be allowed to stand in the way of the progress I have made. Gluttony. Envy. Rage. Pride. All running. All circling the drain. All souls which will soon be mine.

Continue to feed them Harbinger. Make them fat. Make them stupid. Make their hatred blind them to reason and run into the slaughter house. Start with Mr. Travis......Pride again.....and what does pride cometh before Harbinger?”

::a look of disgust crossed the face of Danika as she knew the quote, and truly despised it.::

Danika: “Not a fall Master.....a push. All it takes is a little.....push.”

::If she expected a answer she got none. The bear stayed silent, as it should but the camera shifted back then to the two announcers who both looked....a little uneasy.::

Lula Davidson: “.....Um.....We come.....ahem....now to the Main Event.”

Jason Chase: “Yes....Sentinel and Ashley. Right......”

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighting in at One hundred and Thirty-five pounds. She is the reigning North American Champion......ASHLEY KENYON!”

::Slash's "World On Fire" starts up and the lights start dancing about. Ten seconds in, the main riff starts and Ashley Kenyon walks through the curtain, arms raised to accept whatever reaction she's gonna get. She smirks and sashays down to the ring, making sure everybody's getting a good look as she goes. She steps up to the apron and shakes her ass before seductively bending over and slipping between the ropes into the ring. She walks to the center of the ring and wags a finger as if to say, "no touching," even as she nods contradictorily, egging the fans on to want more and more of whatever it is she's selling them.::

Lula Davidson: “New music. New Attitude. New woman.”

Jason Chase: “I like it”

Jamie Hensley: “And her opponent hailing from Valley Forge, Tenessee and weighing in at Two hundred and Eighty-one pounds. He is the Reigning World Wrestling Champion......SENTINEL!”

::The techno-rock instrumental theme, "The Sentinel" by Celldweller, starts to ripple through the speakers as smoke starts to billow through the floor of the stage. Upon a rising platform set beneath the stage is the crouched form of Sentinel, a hood over his head and a 'death mask' worn over his face. A single purple spotlight shines down as his massive figure uncoils and rises to its full height, each hand gripping the ends of a steel chain, his head bowed. At 1:00 of the theme, Sentinel throws the hood back, staring straight at the ring while, six seconds later, an explosion of smoky pyro goes off along the edge of the stage.

Storming down the ramp, Sentinel grabs the middle rope upon reaching the apron and pulls himself up with ease. He turns and stares out at the mass of humanity around him before stepping between the top and middle rope and moving to the middle of the ring. Broad shoulders rise and fall as he keeps his head lowered for several moments...then lifts it and rips away the mask, revealing striking red eyes where there was once a stony gray. The camera closes in on this dark visage for a few moments before he moves away to a corner of the ring.

Dropping his chain on the mat and placing it safely beneath the turnbuckles, the Destroyer lowers himself into a crouch, elbows resting upon his thighs as he stares across the ring at nothing at all. "The Sentinel" fades out and his hands open and close slowly as though impatient to take hold of or strike something.::

Lula Davidson: “Same music. Same Attitude.”

Jason Chase: “Same old badass.”

::Sentinel and Ashley come to the center of the ring but Ashley wastes no time at all. With a grin on her face she reaches up and slaps Sentinel. The change in the man was almost instantaneous. As he had stated earlier, he was getting tired of getting slapped by people.

Sentinel's eyes seemed to widen with sudden burning rage and he raced forward but Ashley ducks under his attempt to grab her and races to the ropes behind him. Sentinel however knew this all to well. He had just faced her older sister. As soon as Ashley came off the ropes she was met by a huge boot from the big monster as he hit a mule kick.::

Lula Davidson: “Oh god! What a kick!”

Jason Chase: “Yup. I think she may be dead.”

::Ashley actually manages to sit up with a blank look in her eyes and a expression that said “I shouldn't have done that” before she falls back to the mat and Sentinel drops into the cover.::





ONE!





TWO!




KICKOUT!



Lula Davidson: “Kickout at two by Ashley.”

Jason Chase: “but I don't think she has any idea where she is.”

::Sentinel wastes no time in pulling Ashley back to her feet and whipping her across the ring into the corner. As soon as she hits the corner Sentinel comes in after her and crushes her with a hard clothesline. As Ash comes stumbling out of the corner Sentinel takes her by the wrist and whips her across the ring to the opposite corner.

Once again as soon as her back hits the corner Sentinel slams into her with speed and crushes her into the turnbuckle. A third time Sentinel grabs the wrist and whips her back into the corner where this all started, but this time as she hits the corner Ashley grabs the ropes and swings herself out to the apron just as sentinel slams into the corner at full speed.::

Lula Davidson: “Ashley was in trouble, but damn what a counter!”

Jason Chase: “Like a bull in a china shop.”

::From her perch outside on the apron Ashley watched as Sentinel slammed into the corner and staggered away in a daze. Ashley then uses the second rope to springboard to the top rope and lands on Sentinel's shoulders and sends him flying with a hurricanrana.

Sentinel lands on the mat near the center of the ring and Ashley wastes no time. She scrambles to him and mounts on his back and begins to throw hard forearms into the sides of his head. After the fourth or fifth forearm Sentinel begins to stand.::

Lula Davidson: “What power by Sentinel here.”

Jason Chase: “Not really, when you consider how tiny she is, it's like a lion carrying a bee. Hard for the lion to notice.”

Lula Davidson: “Unless the Bee stings them!”

::On que Ashley spins around and grabs Sentinel around the neck and drops her weigh dropping into a hard tornado DDT and then floats into the cover.::




ONE!




TWO!



KICKOUT!



Lula Davidson: “Short two count for Ashley.”

Jason Chase: “Fairly even so far.”

::There was no powering out for Sentinel as he's still dazed. Ashley rolls of and immediately begins to put the boots to the bigger man. When Sentinel gets to his knees she races to the ropes and comes back to drive a knee into the back of his head and does goes Sentinel again.

With Sentinel down again Ashley puts the boots to the mat once more. Again as Sentinel begins to get up to a knee Ashley once again runs for the ropes but this time when she rebounds off them Sentinel explodes off the mat and this a clothesline so forceful Ashley actually flips in midair.::

Lula Davidson: “OH! What a clothesline!”

Jason Chase: “.....again, I think she may be dead.”

::Sentinel falls to a knee leaning back on the ropes and breathing hard. All the while staring over at Ashley with narrowed eyes.::

Lula Davidson: “You can see it in his eyes.”

Jason Chase: “That, my god, these Kenyon's are tough chicks?”

Lula Davidson: “Yes, more or less.”

::Sentinel finally gets to his feet and walks slowly to ashley and drops into the cover.::





ONE!




TWO!



THRE-KICKOUT!




Lula Davidson: “she kicked out!”

Jason Chase: “Girl's tough.”

::Even Sentinel manages to look a little impressed, a little, as he pulls Ashley up by the hair. Once he gets Ashley back to her feet Sentinel wraps Ashley up in a gutwench and lifts, then drops her down on one knee and shoves her back to the mat and drops into the cover.::






ONE!




TWO!




KICKOUT!




Lula Davidson: “Another kickout by Ashley here.”

Jason Chase: “She as stubborn as a mule. Why she's the North American champion.”

::Sentinel pulls Ashley up by the hair once again and this time lifts her into the air for a vertical suplex, but shifts to drop her onto his shoulders for the Black Sunset but as she comes down Ashley is able to adjust so she lands a few inches to the side and grabs Sentinel by the hair and drops down in a huge reverse DDT that slams Sentinel's back into the mat.::

Lula Davidson: “What a counter by Ashley!”

Jason Chase: “Cover him!”

::Ashley crawls into the cover.::






ONE!





TWO!



KICKOUT!




::Sentinel kicks out with force this time and Ashley takes a deep breath to try and settle her mind. As Sentinel began to get back to his feet the crowd began to boo and the camera caught Vince Jones walking down the ramp.::

Lula Davidson: “Awe, now what is he doing here?!?!”

Jason Chase: “Damn straight. Come on Jonsey!”

::Vince comes down to the apron and leans in and seems to be talking to Sentinel. Each word seemed to be punctuated by a little smirk on the lips of Vince Jones and a hate burning in the eyes of Sentinel. Sentinel climbs back to his feet and reaches over the ropes for Jones who dances out of reach.::

Lula Davidson: “Oh no. Ashley sees he is distracted!”

Jason Chase: “.....this won't be good!”

::Ashley didn't waste time by turning him around. Instead she simply arched her back and kicked him square in the back of the head.::

Lula Davidson: “KISS OFF!”

Jason Chase: “Onto the back of the head!”

::Not wanting to take any chances she jumps back and takes position again. Sentinel leans into the ropes with the force of the kick and spins around dazed and she arches again.::

Lula Davidson: “KISS OFF! ANOTHER ONE!”

Jason Chase: “Go girl!”

::Sentinel falls to the mat as Jones laughs and backs up the ramp way and Ashley falls into the cover.::





ONE!





TWO!




THREE!




Lula Davidson: “Ashley did it! She beat the champ!”

Jason Chase: “Wait until Bethany hears about this!”

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner....The North American Champion.....ASHLEY KENYON!”

::Ashley takes the North American Championship and immediately heads for the hills through the crowd. Sentinel crawls to the ropes and leans over the bottom rope staring a hole through the laughing Vince Jones as the shows goes off the air.::