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[UWAStaff]

::Mayhem starts this week with highlights from the previous week's main event, pitting the World Tag Team Champions, Sang Réal, and Vince Jones against the Cornbread Mafia and the World Heavyweight Champion, Sentinel. A wild six-man brawl turned into an event that most, one in particular, would like to forget. After Jones and the tag champs scored the win with a little chicanery and veteran instinct, the World Heavyweight Champion was sent into a fury, going so far as to attack his own partners and tear up the ringside area.

But in the middle of his violent tirade, a section of the ring steps were hurled and recoiled off the ring ropes, striking an injuring a ringside fan. EMTs were quickly upon the scene to tend to the fallen spectator, leaving the rest of the arena and Sentinel himself in a state of shock. The scene of Sentinel's shocked and horrified face stays on the screen, frozen.

Cut to the opening montage leading into Monday Night Mayhem, then to the middle of the ring where Olivier Georgio stands with a microphone.::

Lula Davidson: "Welcome to Monday Night Mayhem, fans. As you saw moments ago, there's a reason the mood is on the somber side tonight."

Jason Chase: “All jokes aside, what happened last Mayhem was...well, I hesitate to use the word tragedy, but someone getting hurt at one of our shows? Not cool at all."

Lula Davidson: "The UWA Owner has been questioned as to what actions he will take in the aftermath of this, whether it will affect the company in any way and if the World Heavyweight Champion will face any consequences for his actions, accidental or otherwise."

Jason Chase: “Again, being real here, Lula: if he doesn't, I'll lose a lot of respect for both him and our boss."

::The fans cheer for Olivier but he's able to quiet them down with a gesture, then bringing the mic up.::

Olivier Georgio: "I pride myself on running a company that has a fine roster and a legion of fans who have supported us for our year-plus of existence. This, while amazing, makes last week's happenings unacceptable and also very dangerous to our continued existence. That someone could get hurt at one of our events due to negligence..."

::The owner pauses a moment, more to compose himself and the anger he obviously feels toward what went down than anything else. After a moment, he's back in control.::

Olivier Georgio: "I'm going to handle this situation here and now, in front of the world. Sentinel, join me in the ring if you will."

Jason Chase: “That didn't sound like no request."

Lula Davidson: "Social media has been all over this situation, Jason. As I said previously, Olivier is under a lot of pressure to come up with a satisfactory means of dealing with this. But I know that tone of his; it isn't good."

::"The Sentinel" by Celldweller hits the speakers sans opening and the champion himself walks out onto the ramp with his wife and manager Talon at his side. Dressed in street clothes, he has the title over his shoulder and an expression on his face that's impossible to read. To call the reaction he gets from the packed area negative would be a gross understatement. It's only through reflexes and a large dose of luck that he's not beaned with a thrown cup of soda or otherwise as he makes his way to the ring.::

Lula Davidson: "An overwhelmingly negative reaction tonight for the champion."

Jason Chase: “This is where I say that these idiots will turn on anyone, right?"

Lula Davidson: "But you're not?"

Jason Chase: “I don't think he deserves THIS much hate...but I'm not surprised by this."

::Upon ascending to the apron, Sentinel holds the ropes so that Talon can enter, then follows her into the ring. Thankfully there's no more debris being flung about, more because no one wants to hit the UWA Owner or Talon than anything else. Accepting a microphone from Jamie Hensley, Sentinel joins Olivier in the middle of the ring, Talon at his side. The owner looks him over for a moment but the champion remains silent even several moments after the music fades. Finally, his impatience gets the better of him.::

Olivier Georgio: "Nothing? Nothing at all? Do you realize what your actions have caused, Sentinel? There's talk of lawsuits, advertisers threatening to jump ship...I don't think I need to elaborate further."

::Georgio is livid and with good reason. Talon turns to Sentinel and seems to be whispering something to him, to which he leans in but makes no further reaction. While Olivier seethes, Sentinel lifts the microphone but can't get anything out. He looks out at the still-booing masses, torn in essence between what he's done and what he's become.::

Olivier Georgio: "WELL?!"

::The outburst is uncharacteristic but unsurprising. Taking an audibly deep breath, Sentinel finally brings up the stick and gets the words out.::

Sentinel: "I know what everyone here is expecting right now. You're thinking to yourselves that I've got more excuses, that I'm going to throw out some snide comments about how that fan deserved what he got and that I'm not sorry. Be honest: that's what you thought you were going to hear, right?"

::More negativity from the packed house, to which Sentinel shurgs.::

Sentinel: "I figured as much."

::He turns his attention back to Olivier.::

Sentinel: "Saying that I'm sorry for what happened isn't going to change the fact that it happened. Am I? Yeah, I am. But that's not going to cut it. Wait..."

::The champion holds up a hand as Olivier is about to unload on him and actually gets the owner to pause long enough for him to continue.::

Sentinel: "...let me finish."

::Doing as requested, Olivier still stares hard at the champion who takes a moment to collect himself.::

Sentinel: "I've been in touch with both the fan and his family. I'm taking care of the medical expenses personally. As for the authorities, whatever actions they chose to take...well, I'll abide by those. But there's more to this situaion than atoning for my actions against our fans. There's the matter of the company itself."

::At this point, Talon takes the microphone and speaks to the owner herself.::

Talon: "Sentinel has been with this company since the start, Mr. Georgio. Through the brighest highs and the darkest lows. Even when he was gone, he was still a part of this movement. And I'm not telling anyone in this building anything they don't already know, but his goal was always to be the best in the UWA, to hold THAT title..."

::She gestures to the gleaming belt draped over her husband's shoulder.::

Talon: "...and to represent this company with pride. But, and even he has to admit this, since before winning that title and every day since, he hasn't been the man that these people used to cheer for. He's let himself become a monster, giving up everything for glory. And he has no one to blame for that but himself. Not the people who accused him, not the people who assaulted him-"

::Sentinel takes another microphone from Jamie, cutting Talon off sharply.::

Sentinel: "Enough beating around the bush, Ren."

::He centers again on Olivier.::

Sentinel: "Bottom line, boss-man? I sold my soul for this championship and I thought I could live with that deal. After Mayhem two weeks ago, I was shown just how wrong a man can be."

::Removing the belt from over his shoulder, he stares at it for a few seconds before holding it out to the now-confused UWA Owner.::

Sentinel: "I'm not fit to be this company's champion."

Lula Davidson: "Is he serious...?"

Jason Chase: “I want to call him out on this being a bonehead move considering it took him over a year to even win that title, but..."

Lula Davidson: "...but the rest of you?"

Jason Chase: “The rest of me just earned a new respect for him."

::The owner, however, isn't sure what to make of this. Even Talon wasn't expecting Sentinel to do this, taking hold of his free arm and seemingly asking him if he knows what he's doing. But the Destroyer's face is emotionless, serious. Olivier, tentatively at first, reaches out to take the belt when "Thug Luv" by 2-Pac and Bone Thugs N' Harmony hits. Vince Jones strides out onto the ramp with his entourage and a live microphone of his own.::

Vince Jones: “Hey Yo, you heard the man, bruh. The punk don't think he man enough to hold that strap no mo. So why don't you just go ahead and pass it over here to yo mans here! Jonsey MAN enough! Some little punk got too close to the action and got hurt. Fuck that shit...”

Oliver Georgio: “MISTER JONES!”

::Reno takes a step forward and tries to quiet Vince Jones up but he gets shoved to the side.::

Vince Jones: “Yeah, V said it. This whole PC shit not for yo man's here! FUCK. THAT. SHIT! HE got a free show...you did refund his tickets didn't ya?!”

Oliver Georgio: “Well...yes, but that is besides the point!”

::Before Oliver can continue Vince cuts him off again. Talon is glaring at Vince and his entourage with rage in her green eyes, but Sentinel is just staring like he ain't believing this shit here.::

Vince Jones: “He got a free show! See?! Didn't Jonsey say he did?! Now, he prolly gonna sell his clothes and his ticket stub on eBay like the little bitch he is. That 'innocent victim' will make thousands off this event AND that dopey mahfucka right there...”

::Vince lifts his hand and motions to Sentinel in the ring.::

Vince Jones: “He payin' his medical bills to boot? V thinks this little punk has gotten enough special treatment so Jonsey says screw him. This about Jonsey now, yo man's right here! So, if this big, mute Helen Keller Wannabe wants to stand up and hand in that belt because the little bitch afraid to face Jonsey then V says just hand ova the damn title and call it a day!”

::Sentinel looks for a moment to be on the verge of a rage what with the way his jaw sets as Vince continues to unleash his verbal onslaught. Talon sees this and takes hold of his arm but he doesn't pay her any mind, still staring at Vince. Oliver actually looks at Sentinel, a bit impressed perhaps due to him not flying off the handle immediately, and motions for Vince to join them with a shrug. Vince doesn't waste a moment.

Once Vince and his crew are in the ring Olivier turns to Sentinel and shakes his head a moment before lifting the mic.::

Oliver Gerogio: “Well, Sentinel. Go ahead and relinquish it then...if that's what you want.”

::Jones doesn't wait for Sentinel to hand the belt over. He grabs one of the straps with one hand and lifts the mic with the other. With his free hand, the Destroyer of Dreams subtly motions Talon back. She steps back toward the ropes, the act of it drawing a look of amusement from Vince and his crew.::

Vince Jones: “You said it yourself, bitch. You're not fit to be champion. So open up those talons and give V-Jones what's his.”

::Jones goes to pull the belt away but Sentinel's grip hasn't loosened at all. Vince gives it another yank but Sentinel keeps the strap clenched tightly in his hand. He's staring hard at Vince through red eyes which briefly shift in Olivier's direction.::

Sentinel: “What I want, huh?”

::Oliver nods but before Sentinel say can another word Vince yanks the belt hard and Sentinel's head snaps back to him, Jones smirks a bit.::

Vince Jones: “You said it yourself: you ain’t man enough for this title. Now...give it up to a real champion!"

::On Vince's next yank, Sentinel lets go of the belt. Olivier steps back quickly as Vince staggers back a step which is exactly what Sentinel had in mind. The three steps worth of distance is all Sentinel needs to charge and drive his boot into the face of Jones, sending him hard to the mat! Vince, dropping the belt due to the impact, is quick to get back on his feet but wishes immediately that he hadn't. The champion grabs him by the head and delivers three unanswered right hands that knock the number one contender back into the ropes. Taking a half step back, Sentinel whips around with his right arm extended and clotheslines Jones over the top rope and to the floor!

Vince and his entourage look on from the floor, yelling threats and other comments best not heard by the live crowd or the fans watching at home while Sentinel leans down, never taking his eyes off Vince, and picks the championship back up. He stares at the gold as though seeing it for the first time, then drapes it neatly over his broad shoulder. Talon comes up and puts her microphone in Sentinel's hand. He wastes no time saying his piece.::

Sentinel: “Bitch-this, bitch-that, who deserves what, who's worthy and all that other bullshit...I think these people and I for the first time in a long time have something we can agree on: Vince Jones, it's time for you to SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

::Jones is livid on the floor, wanting nothing more than another piece of Sentinel, but his crew holds him back this time while Sentinel walks over to the ropes and leans on them, holding the title up so the world can see it. Not all of them have come around, but Sentinel does seem to have won back some of the fans here for the moment.::

Sentinel: "I hold to what I said about how my actions weren't fitting for this company's World Heavyweight Champion, but if you think I'm going to just hand this over to you or anyone else, you're out of your goddamn mind! You want this title, Jones? You'd better be ready for the fight of a fucking lifetime! I don't care if it ends my career or puts me in the damn dirt: you step in the ring with this here demon with this here gold on the line? You'd better be fighting like your life depends on it...because I sure as hell will be!"

::Keshawn and Jonsey's manager are livid as they exit the ring and pull Jonsey up the ramp. The two hold the big man back as he struggles to get back into the ring and at Sentinel who holds the ropes open for them without another word.::

Lula Davidson: "I think that made up Sentinel's mind! He feels remorse for what he did, but he damn sure isn't going to let Vince Jones disgrace us more!”

Jason Chase: “What do you mean disgrace! He didn't disgrace anyone!”

Lula Davidson: "Were you watching?! He is all about himself!”

Jason Chase: “Always watch out for number one!”

::The camera watched as Oliver smiled at Sentinel and then left the ring. He would have to deal with the fan situation, but he could do that later. He knew the kind of man Sentinel was, and this was a hell of a wake up call. Oliver then leaves the Champion and Talon in the ring as they stare down Jones and his crew.

The camera then shifts from the ring to the ring announcers who both look to the camera.::

Lula Davidson: "Ladies and gentlemen before our show got under way tonight, there was a situation with our reigning Television Champion Amy Zing.”

Jason Chase: “Zing is a paper champion and you know it.”

Lula Davidson: "Amy won that title against Lacey Roberts fair and square.”

Jason Chase: “Maybe, but she didn't earn that title shot fair or square Lula.”

Lula Davidson: "Whatever you might think, it doesn't change what happened with Amy earlier in the day. Before our show began Amy Zing was taking photos and signing autographs for some lucky fans backstage when this happened.”

::The camera cuts to the footage from earlier. Amy Zing is surrounded by her fans, most of which are younger children but a few of their parents and younger adults are there as well. She's taking a picture with a small boy at the beginning of the video. After getting his picture with the champ the boy heads back to his family, when the entire group is suddenly blinded by a bright flashing light. ::

Amy Zing: “What the heck!?”

::While Amy tries to recover her eye sight, she staggers clumsily away from her fans, before she is blasted from behind by a steel chair. Holding the steel chair is an enraged Bob Brooks. Amy has fallen to one knee, but another well placed chair shot to the back causes her to crumple to the floor. Bob looks over at her fans, some of the children crying as their parents try to shield them from the violence.::

Bob Brooks: “Is this what you want? Look at your hero now! Look at how weak she is compared to me!”

::Amy begins to crawl away from Bob, who actually smiles at her attempt to create distance between the two. He slowly stalks her, walking just behind her.::

Bob Brooks: “Are you happy Amy? You've taken too much from me. Your stupid match took away my beloved Lacey Roberts. You've taken the Television Championship, the only title I've ever had any opportunity at. Even now, a loser like you is taking photo shoots and fan greetings when they should be given to winners like me.”

::Amy makes an attempt to get up, only for Bob to crack the steel chair across her back once again. She falls face down on the floor. Bob drops the chair, and puts one foot on each side of Amy, standing over her looking down menacingly. He bends over and grabs her by the hair, turning her around so he can look her face to face.::

Bob Brooks: “You hear me Amy? You are a fraud. You are nothing compared to me. You have been given more than you deserve. You have been given what I deserve. So now, I'm just taking it back.”

::Amy is still badly hurt when Bob leans over. They are now face to face, less then an inch separating them, when Amy decides she has had enough and defiantly spits in Bob's face. Bob stands up straight and takes a small step back, but it's enough space for Amy to swing her foot up and connect with a kick straight to Bob's genitals. Now it is Bob who staggers away as Amy turns over and struggles to push herself up to her feet.::

Amy Zing: “I've fought for everything I've got, and I'm not about to just give it up now.”

::Zing is up to her feet first, as Bob is up to one knee a short distance away. Zing looks down at the chair Bob dropped earlier, thinking of using it against him. Instead she decides to prove she doesn't need it, and rushes at Bob as fast as she can. Bob gets up and reveals that while he crawled away he had picked up Amy's Television Championship that had apparently fallen earlier in the fight. By the time Amy notices it, it's too late. She runs full force into a vicious shot to the face from her own belt. Once again Amy collapses to the floor. Bob slowly walks over towards the steel chair from earlier and picks it up as well. With the chair in one hand, and the belt in the other, he turns his attention back to Amy.::

Bob Brooks: “In what world, could you ever be better than me?”

::Amy is just now beginning to move, though barely. Face down on the floor she tries to push herself, but to no avail. Bob sets up the steel chair directly next to Amy's head, though it probably isn't so she can sit in it when she gets up. Bob takes her belt, and begins to wrap it around his right leg, tightening the straps so that the bulk of the gold plate rests under his hamstring.::

Bob Brooks: “Your time is up. This is my time.”

::Bob takes a few steps back, then runs towards Amy. Zing is barely able to push herself up a bit, as Bob jumps up on the seat of the chair with his left foot and jumps off high in the air. Amy can't even see it coming, when Bob comes crashing down with a vicious leg drop bulldog, crushing her skull between the belt and the concrete floor with all his weight. Upon impact Amy goes completely limp, and security finally arrives on the scene. Bob gets up, and looks at the security as they swarm around Amy Zing. The fans are all dead silent watching, even the children too stunned to cry. Bob holds the title over his head, and looks over at the hushed crowd.::

Bob Brooks: “No more waiting. Now I'm gonna take what I want.”

:: As EMTs come running in to check on Amy, Bob tosses the title at her limp body and walks away showing no signs of remorse. The video ends and we cut back to the commentary team.::

Lula Davidson: "Just a disgusting act from Bob Brooks.”

Jason Chase: “I don't know, I sort of liked it. Bob showing real initiative.”

Lula Davidson: "After that assault we might never see Amy Zing compete again.”

Jason Chase: “I know, isn't it great?”

Lula Davidson: "You are terrible.”

Jason Chase: “And Amy Zing is a vegetable. Either way it really makes you excited about the main event doesn't it?”

Lula Davidson: "We'll see how Bob Brooks does against an opponent who knows he's coming.”

Jason Chase: “Well folks, it's about time we started the show and we have a little change in the format. Mister Rivers, or former collegue will not be compleing until later tonight.

Lula Davidson: "It seems there was a mix up with the travel arrangements for Tristan. He's a little late.”

Jamie Hensley: “Our first match tonight on Mayhem is set for one fall!"

::"I'm Perfect" by Mason vs Princess Superstar begins to play through the speakers. Shortly after sports agent Tavon Jackson walks out from behind the curtain. After surveying the crowd he calls for signals for his client. Lin walks out from the back and looks at her agent, who directs her towards the ring. With no more instructions needed she silently heads towards the ring. She shows very little emotion as she enters the ring, and doesn't look at the fans or her opponent. She walks into her corner of the ring and drops to her knees, lowers her head, and waits.::

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first, making her UWA debut from Tampa Bay, Florida by way of Chiba, Japan and weighing in at 128 pounds…Linnnn Lynnnnnn!”

Lula Davidson: "This is Lin Lyn’s debut match.”

Jason Chase: “Poor girl. This may not be pretty.”

::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.::

Jamie Hensley: “And her opponent…representing the Children of Nephilim and being accompanied to the ring by Bene Elohim, she hails from Salem, Oregon and weighs 120 pounds, she is “The Harbinger” Danikaaaaa Baaaayne!”

::When the lights come back on, the three of them walk down the rampway. 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.::

Jason Chase: “Why is she so hot and creepy?”

Lula Davidson: "You have problems.”

::Danika turns to face Lin Lyn, however, she looks up at the entry way as “Kashmir” by Bond plays over the arena to cheers of the crowd. Ananiel and Ramiel quickly climb the apron to guard Danika as “the Canadian Legend” walks out, with crowbar in hand. He raises it into the air for a moment, and then walks to the ring.::

Lula Davidson: "Oh this is going to be interesting.”

::He stops midway down the ramp and walks back to the back.::

Jason Chase: “Where is her going?”

::The crowd jeers. Ananiel and Ramiel look at each other then, seemingly pleased that he left, Danika stands emotionless.::

Lula Davidson: "Bene Elohim seems to think they have run Kyle Travis off.”

::The crowd cheers again as Travis walks out, but this time, in addition to the crowbar he carries, he walks out carrying a teddy bear.::

Jason Chase: “Wow.”

Lula Davidson: "Travis is clearly mocking Danika Bayne here.”

::Danika tries to show no emotion, but the anger in her eyes betrays her. Bene Elohim seems less willing to be emotionless, but Danika orders them back. Travis makes his way to the ring.::

Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne has to be fuming.”

::He seems to pay no attention to Bene Elohim or Danika as he walks past the ring and to the announce position, taking a seat and putting a headset on then bear and then on himself. Ananiel and Ramiel hop down from the ring.::

Travis: “Hey guys.”

Lula Davidson: "Kyle Travis welcome.”

Jason Chase: “Why are you taunting the Children of Nephilim?”

Travis: “Some people collect stamps, or watch birds. Me? I like to annoy the Children.”

::“The Fallen Angel” glares at “The Canadian Legend”, and then turns her attention back to Lin Lyn, who seems a bit confused but manages to recover and gets to her feet. The referee signals for the bell. The two women move in and lock up.::

Travis: “I don’t think Danika likes me.”

Jason Chase: “You think?”

Travis: “I was talking to the Teddy Bear.”

::Using her strength, Lin Lyn manages to turn the grapple into a side headlock, but Danika pushes her off and into the ropes. Danika connects with a shoulder block, and then shoots the ropes.::

Lula Davidson: "This would be a huge win for Lin Lyn. Danika has yet to be pinned or tap out.”

Travis: “Hasn’t she had like two matches? Yeah, the bear says just two.”

::Lin Lyn hits the mat as Danika bounces off. Bene Elohim watches on in the ring and then looks at Travis, who manipulates the bear’s arm to wave at them. They start towards Travis, but Danika calls them off. This distraction allows Lin Lyn to connect with a dropkick to “the Fallen Angel”. As soon as Danika gets back to her feet, Lin Lyn connects with a side Russian legsweep.::

Lula Davidson: "And Lin Lyn is on the attack, taking it to Danika.”

Jason Chase: “She needs to.”

::Moving behind her opponent, Lin Lyn tries to catch Danika with an abdominal stretch, but “the Harbinger” manages to flip Lin Lyn over her shoulder and connects with a spinning heel kick.::

Lula Davidson: "And there comes the speed of Danika.”

Travis: “I agree with the bear, she is unpredictable.”

::Catching Lin Lyn as she gets to her feet, Danika kicks the back of Lin Lyn’s knee, tripping her up. Moving quickly, Danika manages to get a hold of Lin Lyn’s leg kicks at the knee a few times, before she locks on an Indian deathlock and drops back.::

Jason Chase: “How do you prepare to fight someone like Danika?”

Travis: “Take out the minions, beat her to death.”

::Lin Lyn rubs her knee as Danika gets back to her feet. As Lin Lyn manages to get up, Danika catches her with a snap suplex and goes for the cover.::

Lula Davidson: "Danika trying to end this early.”

One…

Two…

Kickout!

::Trying to keep the momentum on her side, Danika attempts to lock on a figure four leglock, but Lin Lyn manages to fight out and knocks Danika against the ropes.::

Lula Davidson: "Danika looking for a submission, but Lin Lyn manages to fight her off.”

Jason Chase: “Lin Lyn is at least fighting.”

::“The Harbinger” comes back, but Lin Lyn manages to catch her with a Japanese armdrag takedown, holding onto her arm. Danika manages to flip her way out of it and gets back to her feet. She attempts to shoot Lin Lyn into the ropes, but the newcomer from Japan reverses.::

Lula Davidson: "Lin Lyn is trying to take control of this match.”

::Danika Bayne bounces off the ropes and runs right into a spinning discuss clothesline that drops her down to the mat from Lin Lyn, who is quick to go for a cover.::

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Lula Davidson: "Lin Lyn with a hard clothesline and a cover, but Danika kicks out!”

::Danika rolls to her side, trying to get to her feet. Lin Lyn manages to get behind her, attempting to lock on a half nelson, but somehow, Danika manages to counter it into a Northern Lights suplex, arching for the pin.::

One…

Two…

Shoulder up!

Lula Davidson: "Danika reverses into a Northern Lights suplex, but Lin Lyn is able to kick out.”

::Danika manages to roll to her feet, and helps Lin Lyn up only to shoot her into the corner. She charges in with a clothesline, then back-flips out, landing on her hands and kicks herself up, charging in.::

Lula Davidson: "Danika moving in for the kill.”

::Lin Lyn comes out of the corner with a bearhug, catching Danika and squeezing as hard as she can.::

Lula Davidson: "Lin Lyn caught her in a bear hug!”

Jason Chase: “That hold is locked on tight.”

::Travis somehow gets a hold of a mic. He leans over to the bear.::

Travis: “Hey Danika! The bear says you should tap out!”

::Ananiel and Ramiel move towards the announce table. Travis gets to his feet, holding the crowbar.::

Lula Davidson: "This could get ugly.”

Jason Chase: “Hey, hey, everyone relax.”

::Bene Elohim seems to think about this. The two stare each other down. Travis gestures towards the ring. Ananiel and Ramiel move away from Travis just a bit. Ramiel looks at what is happening in the ring and Ananiel keeping an eye on “the Canadian Legend”, who remains standing and looking at them.::

Jason Chase: “This is getting hairy.”

::Danika manages to fight out of the hold, throwing a few fists, forcing Lin Lyn to break the hold. Lin Lyn staggers away. Danika leans against the ropes, rubbing her side before she moves towards away from the ropes. ::

Lula Davidson: "Danika manages to break the hold.”

Jason Chase: “But has the damage been done?”

::Lin Lyn turns and staggers a bit, trying to recover, but Danika doesn’t let her get the chance to as she connects with a Pele kick. Lin Lyn falls flat on her face onto the mat. Danika rolls her on to her back and hooks the leg rather weakly for a pin.::

One…

Two…

Thr…Shoulder up!

Lula Davidson: "Danika with a Pele kick and a cover. Somehow Lin Lyn is still in this match.”

::Danika tries not to show her frustration at the newcomer’s refusal to go down. She succeeds in keeping her usual calm unemotional face, but still glare at the referee who explains it was only a two count. She gets to her feet, picking Lin Lyn up and shooting her towards the ropes, but Lin Lyn holds on and manages to nail a half nelson suplex, driving “the Harbinger” into the mat. She quickly goes for a cover.::

One…

Two…

Thr…Kickout!

Lula Davidson: "A beautiful reversal into a half nelson slam.”

::For a moment, Lin Lyn looks at the referee, almost shocked she did not get the pin. She gets to her feet, moving into position behind Danika, getting into position to attempt the Lyn Lock. As Danika gets to her feet, Lin Lyn tries to lock the hold in, but Danika reverses it with a snapmare.::

Lula Davidson: "A snapmare by Danika, trying to hold off the submission attempt from Lin Lyn.”

Jason Chase: “You cannot deny Danika has skill.”

Travis: “The teddy bear taught her well.”

::Lin Lyn gets back to her feet. Danika tries for another Irish whip, but Lin Lyn manages to reverse it, and goes for a spinning discuss clothesline.::

Lula Davidson: "Lin Lyn with a reversal, trying to take Danika down.”

::As Lin Lyn spins around, Danika Bayne manages to catch arm and connect with the Inversion. She hooks Lin Lyn’s legs as she goes for the pin.::

Lula Davidson: "Danika caught the arm…and nails the Inversion!”

One…

Two…

Three!

Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne chalks up a win here tonight.”

::Danika quickly gets to her knees, the referee raising her arm in victory. Ave Satani begins to replay.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner…Danikaaa Baaaaynnne!”

::Ananiel and Ramiel turn from Travis and slide into the ring to attend Danika as she gets to her feet. They begin to circle Lin Lyn.::

Travis: “Excuse me; I have to do something stupid and heroic.”

Lula Davidson: "What’s he doing?”

Jason Chase: “I don’t know.”

::Travis takes the headset off and charges the ring, swining his crowbar as Danika and Bene Elohim scatter to the outside. Despite being three-on-one, it is still three-on-one-with-one-holding-a-weapon. The Children of Nephilim gather outside the ring with Danika ordering Ananiel and Ramiel not to go back in.::

Lula Davidson: "The Children of Nephilim seem to be taking a discretion is the better form of valor approach here tonight.”

::Lin Lyn seems to have recovered enough to get up off the mat. Travis looks at her to make she is okay, then, keeping his eyes on the Children, he takes a mic.::

Travis: "Two weeks, after over a year of speculation and wondering, we finally have the answer to the biggest mystery of the UWA. No, it is not why Georgio feels the need to punish only me. No, it is a bigger mystery and one that has plagued us for many months."

Travis: "After all the talking, we finally have learned who truly leads the Children of Nephilim is none other than Barry Ruxpin, the evil brother of Teddy Ruxpin!"

Jason Chase: “I knew it!"

Lula Davidson: "What?"

Jason Chase: “It's a talking bear."

Travis: "It is a tragic tale of failure and jealous that drove Barry Ruxpin to his life of evil. The year was 1985, the Cold War was winding down, the wreckage of the Titanic had been discovered, professional wrestling made its pay-per-view debut, John Gotti becomes the head of organized crime, and Back to the Future taught us that the DeLorean was the only other acceptable item, other than a phone booth, to make into a time machine. It was also the year that Teddy Ruxpin launched."

Travis: "Yes, millions of children were given a toy bear that would talk and tell stories if you inserted a tape into his back. And Teddy Ruxpin made millions. But this did not sit well with his brother Barry, who also wanted to be a child's toy, but sounding like some sort of creepy dark lord made it hard as he frightened children. He tried to get work elsewhere, but could not. He even attempted to become a Care Bear, but Frightens Children Bear or Nightmare Bear, as he suggested, was not going to be accepted amongst those in Care-A-Lot. He auditioned to be the Snuggle Bear, but the casting directors instantly rejected him."

::For only the slightest of moments, Danika seems to lose some of her composure. Her face takes on an angry expression before that mask of calm returns, but the anger is still in her eyes.::

Jason Chase: “That is so sad."

Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne is livid.”

Jason Chase: “She doesn’t look it.”

Travis: "He lived on the streets for awhile, selling his body for sex just to survive, and had a heroin problem in the early 90s, all while his brother was living off the money he made in the 80s from toys and a cartoon, and a few revivals. This all changed when he discovered evil and decided to build a cult lead by some bitch in a mask and a hick whose entire strategy was abduct people, get some fear and blow it all by losing big matches."

::"The Canadian Legend" pauses for a moment, turning to the entrance way. Bene Elohim looks to be pissed, but the anger in Danika’s eyes speaks volumes over Ananiel and Ramiel’s reactions.::

Lula Davidson: "If looks could kill.”

Travis: "Danika, I wasn't scared of you before this started. What makes you think being lead by a less foul mouthed, creepy and less entertaining version of Ted is going to change that?”

::Travis keeps his eyes on Danika.::

Travis: “Raising Hell is a few weeks away, and I think it may be time I end this game. So lets make it simple; me versus you one-on-one at Raising Hell! Leave the bear and the minions at home and step into this ring and let’s raise some hell.”

Jason Chase: “Whoa!"

Lula Davidson: "Kyle Travis dropped the challenge. Will Danika Bayne accept?"

::“The Canadian Legend” smirks.::

Travis: “That is if your lord and master teddy bear lets you.”

::“Kashmir” by Bond replays over the arena as Travis points the crowbar at Danika, who glares back at him.

The camera then shifts to Backstage where Sentinel is sitting in his locker room on the sofa, the championship in his lap and directly under his gaze. There's a female voice in the background that we can rightfully assume belongs to Talon, an assumption made clear as she walks back into the frame while talking on the phone.::

Talon: "We'll be back by tomorrow morning. We're catching a red-eye out of here soon as the show's over. What? They'll just have to deal with it, Rayne. If Alex and everyone else wants to raise hell about it, they know where the door is. I'll talk to you soon."

::Hanging up with her sister, Talon turns to Sentinel who has shifted his attention from the title to her. She offers one of her smoldering smiles and takes a seat at his side.::

Talon: "...were you serious out there?"

::She gets serious in a hurry, and her question prompts the same from Sentinel. He picks up the belt for a moment, gazing at it as he answers.::

Sentinel: "You mean about giving this up?"

Talon: "Yeah."

Sentinel: "As a heart attack. Everything that's gone down over the last several weeks, it hit home when that fan got pasted. That could have easily been someone I cared about and not just someone who showed up to see wrestling. I get the feeling that that was someone or something trying to send me a message."

::Sitting back, Talon takes to looking at the belt herself, speaking in a musing sort of voice.::

Talon: "You might be right. But this isn't going to be easy."

::He nods silently, putting the belt on the table and sitting back himself.::

Talon: "There's a lot of bridges that need rebuilding, a lot of healing that's going to take time."

::Sentinel's expression darkens a little, but not from anger. More like shame. Still, there's conviction in every word when he speaks.::

Sentinel: "Whatever it takes. But right now, my mind is on Vince Jones."

Talon: "And it should be. Leave the family stuff till we get home."

::The crimson-haired woman leans into Sentinel, who puts a thick arm around her shoulders. For the first time in months, both look like their at peace. The cameras cut back to ringside.::

Lula Davidson: "Looks like there might be a light at the end of the tunnel after all."

Jason Chase: “That's the Jonesy Express comin' to run down Sentinel and take that title!"

Lula Davidson: "Well folks we are at the second match of this latest episode of Monday Night Mayhem and it's time for Frazer Freeman!”

Jason Chase: “Don't you mean time for the return of Mr. McGuire!"

Lula Davidson: "I am more excited for Frazer personally.”

Jason Chase: “Of course you are. You are so biased!"

Jamie Hensley: “This next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighting in at Two hundred and Fity-Two pounds. He is the Protector.....FRAZER FREEMAN!!”

::The titantron shows and image of fire blazing through a hospital and it blows up, the arena goes black as motorcycle reving begins and the chck chck chck of Back in Black immediately starts to play, the stage lights begin to pulse to the beat. as the riff goes through its first cycle the reving becomes a solid burr of the engine of Fraser Freemans Harley as he drives out onto the stage and stops just reving his engine.::

"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."

::Freeman drives down towards the ring and begins to circle it. ::

"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."

::Freeman reaches into his bike and pulls out his signature steel pipe as if its a normal acesory to have on your cycle, he turns the ignition off hops off his bike and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.::

"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."

::Freeman makes his way to the turnbuckle and climbs to the middle rope raising his pipe in the air with his left hand as the crowd pops loudly. He hops down, he takes off his cut and places it under the turnbuckles and lays his pipe down ontop of it. He grabs the top rope and begins to tug on it getting ready to fight.::

Lula Davidson: "Say what you want about Frazer Freeman he has been trying his hardest since his return a few weeks ago!”

Jason Chase: “It don't matter much!"

Lula Davidson: "Well, not to idiots like you.”

Jason Chase: “Hey I resent that remark!"

Lula Davidson: "No, you resemble that remark, but they are easily confused.”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent hailing from Ireland and weighting in at Two hundred and Thirty pounds. He is Shonn....MCGUIRE!”!”

::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 entrance way, 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.::

Lula Davidson: "It's been some time since we have seen Shonn in U.W.A.”

Jason Chase: “He had to make sure Aerynn was okay afer that cowardly attack by the now indefinately suspended Broderick Montgomery."

Lula Davidson: "Cowardly!? This group spend months terrorizing everyone he cared about!”

Jason Chase: “Still cowardly"

::Frazer and Shonn meet in the c enter of the ring and shonn wastes no time in delivering a hard kick to the side of the knee and then a second and a third. Hobbling Frazer for a moment as Shonn smirks and slaps Frazer hard across the face.

This was all the motivation that Freeman needed as he rocks Shonn with a hard right hand and then backs him into the ropes with a second right and then a third. With Shonn leaning on the ropes Frazer leans a shoulder into him and whips him across the ropes. As Shonn is sent across the ring Freeman moves to follow by that knee that has been worked over buckles a bit and he stumbles. It allows Shonn to return and drive a hard shoulder block that sends Freeman to his back.::

Lula Davidson: "Shonn taking advantage of the attack on the knee earlier on.”

Jason Chase: “It's the smart thing to do."

::Shonn pulls Freeman up by the beard which gets him admonished by the referee. Shonn takes the admonishment and waves the referee away with a sneer and actually whips freeman into the corner by the beard. Freeman hits the corner and is crushed by a incoming Shonn with a hard clothesline.

The mere idea of respect seems foreign to Shonn as he shoves Freeman's head to the side and walks out of the corner. When he gets to mid ring he turns and sprints back into the corner only for Freeman to lift a boot at the last second and Shonn slams into it full speed.::

Lula Davidson: "OH! What a boot by Freeman!”

Jason Chase: “I think Shonn left a couple of teeth in the front row."

::Shonn staggers out of the corner and Fraser explodes out driving a hard clothesline that almost turns McGuire inside out.::

Lula Davidson: “What a clothesline!”

Jason Chase: “Lucky shot."

::Freeman comes out of the corner slowly, giving Shonn time to recover and then drops into the cover.::




ONE!




TWO!



KICKOUT!



::Freeman leans back on his knees and rubs his hands over his thick beard, perhaps trying to ease the discomfort of being dragged around by it. After a moment he pulls Shonn to his feet by the hair, but Shonn reaches between them and racks the eyes sending Freeman staggering away holding his face.

Shonn falls back to a knee as Frazer leans back on the ropes, but the second Freeman comes off them Shonn explodes from his kneeling position into a exploding uppercut that drops Freeman to his back and Shonn slides immediately into the cover.::





ONE!





TWO-KICKOUT!




::Frazer kicks out with authority but Shonn wastes no time in floating over and mounting Freeman to show hard rights and left into his exposed head. Shonn has Frazers arms pinned beneath him, but Freeman was able to reach up enough to shove Shonn forward and slide out from under him. Shonn slides forward on a knee but knows enough not to turn and sprint at Frazer.

Freeman stays on a knee as the two men stare at one another. As they both get back to their feet they begin to jaw at one another. Freeman grabbing his beard, talking no doubt about the illegal hold and Shonn yelling in his own right and motioning to the fans around them. ::

Lula Davidson: "I think Freeman took that shot personally.”

Jason Chase: “And I think Shonn takes the fans cheering at what happened to Aerynn personally."

::It was clear as day when the camera caught Freeman say::

Frazer Freeman: “She got what was coming to her!”

::Shonn wastes no time in throwing a hard punch and then Frazer answered with one of his own. The two stand in the center of the ring as the fans cheer as they exchange right hand for right hand.::

Lula Davidson: "Well here we go!”

Jason Chase: “Come on Maguire!"

::It was Frazer however who got the upper hand and backed Shonn into the ropes little by little, step by step until his back was to the ropes. The two almost chest to chest the referee doesn't see when Shonn lifts his knee at the last second and low blows Freeman who staggers away holding the top rope for support.::

Lula Davidson: "Oh come on!”

Jason Chase: “Referee didn't see it, it was legal."

::Shonn sizes Freeman up near the corner and sprints forward as he turns, aiming to hit Aerynn's Stall 'n Crawl, to add insult to injury but Freeman was able to duck the boot and drive a hard kick into Shonn's stomach that doubles him over.

Freeman pulls Shonn up into the cross position but instead of dropping him with a normal power bomb he sends him back and neck first into the top turnbuckle. Shonn hits the turnbuckle and collaspes to the mat where Freeman drops into the cover and hooks the leg with one arm while the other cradles from the low blow.::





ONE!




TWO!



THREE!



Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner.....FRAZER FREEMAN!”

Lula Davidson: "Great match by Shonn Maguire, but he just wasn't able to shake off the rust”

Jason Chase: “Next time!"








::The lights dim as Tool's “Sober” starts up. At the 0.15 mark, Craven walks through the curtain and pauses, looking out from under his hood at the gathered masses. He slowly makes his way to the ring, walks up the steps and crouches in his corner, running his fingers across the battleground in preparation for what is to come. He stands back up, walks over Jamie and requests the microphone.::

Craven: “Cole Hunter…”

::Shaking his head, Craven pauses as if it hurts just to say the name out loud.::

Craven: “You’ve done a helluva job of making a name for yourself. You seemingly snuck in the back door and slowly but surely, made every person in here hate your guts with a passion and you did it in such a small amount of time that you’d almost think that was your plan all along! Now, you’ve hit the place the Sin City Knights call home not once, but twice…”

::Taking a deep breath, he glares at the hard camera.::

Craven: “Where are Jade and Brittany?”

::Craven walks a couple of steps towards the ropes, looking through the camera.::

Craven: “I know you’re here, I know you can hear me and I know you’re dying to rub it in so come on… show me how much of a bad motherfucker you are! Show me the genius of your plan and rub it in on how powerless I was to stop you…”

::Craven steps back, but nothing happens.::

Craven: “Should’ve known…”

::He sighs heavily, stepping back, shaking his head.::

Craven: “You want me to beg?”

::He nods, looking ashamed of himself for doing so.::

Craven: “Fine, please… Cole… where are Jade and Brittany?”

::Suddenly, a familiar voice echoes throughout the arena as a spotlight finds the source, Cole Hunter, stepping up to a spot in the upper deck with the woman known as Artemis standing next to him along with a covered third figure.::

Cole Hunter: “Interesting, a talented discoverer allowing an admission of inability…”

::Cole glances to his right and smirks.::

Cole Hunter: “Alas, this plaything’s usefulness for enjoyment and pleasure…”

::Cole trails off suggestively before moving his gaze to the ring and Craven.::

Cole Hunter: “A claim is available for one whose desire matches his ingenuity.”

::Craven glares up at him while Cole’s smirk becomes playful.::

Cole Hunter: “The meal’s service is at hand, come and get it…”

::As Craven starts for it, the members of the Five, Ray Smyth, Rod Fielding, Robert Resnik, Craig Bush and Johnny Hull all jump the railing, surrounding the ring… and Craven.::

Lula Davidson: "What the hell are they doing?”

Jason Chase: “Summoning the lamb to the slaughter.”

::Craven steps back, taking in the numbers surrounding him. Johnny dives into the ring and Craven meets him coming in. Johnny tries to punch him but Craven blocks it and grabs him, turning him over for the Broken Promise. Craig dives in and comes at him. Craven meets him with a knee and turns into the Broken Promise as well. Just as they hit the mat, Robert and Rod dive in together and tackle Craven, raining punches down onto his head. Craven tries to fight back but eats a couple of shots. He starts to knock one off when Ray steps in. The biggest member of the Five walks over and punches Craven in the mouth. Robert and Rod stand Craven up as Ray steps back, relishing every second of this. Craig and Johnny start to get to the ropes while Ray cocks his head.::

Lula Davidson: "This is just wrong!”

Jason Chase: “He called down the thunder, what did he expect to happen?”

Lula Davidson: "And look, Cole and Artemis are taking whoever that is…”

Jason Chase: “Guess he wasn’t tough enough!”

::Cole, Artemis and the covered figure vanish as Ray sets to blast Craven. Suddenly, “Back in Black” hits and Fraser Freeman comes charging down the aisle, racing like a bat out of hell. Freeman dives into the ring and clocks Rod while Craven turns Robert into the Broken Promise. Ray steps up and punches Freeman in the mouth. Freeman staggers back and Ray looks to hit him again. Freeman tackles Ray and they starts swinging wildly on each other.::

Lula Davidson: "Good Lord!”

Jason Chase: “These two have looked like they wanted a piece of each other almost from day one!”

Lula Davidson: "Where are the others going?”

Jason Chase: “Maybe they know something we don’t…”

::Ray and Freeman get to their feet and start trading shots, Ray, Freeman, Ray, Freeman, Ray, Freeman, Ray, Freeman. Security rushes the ring, Rod, Robert, Craig and Johnny jumping the rail and retreating into the people. Ray and Freeman break off from each other and start punching the security men, knocking them down one by one until they are both tackled by a squad of twenty guys.::

Lula Davidson: "The fight is finally over!”

Jason Chase: “At least for the moment…”

::Ray breaks free and tries to make his way over after Freeman. Freeman breaks free and the two start firing punches at each other again. The security men tackle them and break up only for both men to break free again and smash into each other. Security pulls them apart, this time using zip ties to restrain both men’s hands.::

Lula Davidson: "These two might have just gotten themselves arrested!”

Jason Chase: “God help us…”

::Backstage, Craven starts looking around, searching every side room and niche in the hallway. He turns a corner and finds the covered figure sitting in a folding chair. he stops, glancing around as a security guard starts to pass by him.::

Craven: “Hey man, how long has this person been here?”

::The security guard glances over.::

Security Guard: “Ummm… I don’t know…”

::Craven nods and steps forward, pulling the sheet that’s covering the figure off to reveal Brittany Conway, her hands bound, tape over her mouth.::

Craven: “Brit? BRIT!!?!!?”

::He rips the tape off her mouth and quickly motions at the guard.::

Craven: “Hey man, call for help…”

::The security guard nods and quickly calls it in as Craven looks into the vacant eyes before him.::

Craven: “It’s gonna be ok, Brit. It’s gonna be ok…”

::The camera shifts to the ringwhere are where the announcers sit stunned.::

Lula Davidson: "You know, I thought the Children had a creepy vibe, but this guy.....he makes my skin crawl.”

Jason Chase: “Yes, I have to agree with you…”

::"Retaliation" blares through the PA system as Tristan marches from behind the curtins. He walks with a serious demenor on his face as he just strolls down the ramp. He rolls under the bottom rope and just leans against the turnbuckle awaiting the start of the match::

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first, from New Haven, Connecticut and weighing in at 225 pounds...'UNSTOPPABLE' TRISTAN JACOBS!"

Lula Davidson: "A newcomer to the UWA, young Mr. Jacobs will have his hands full tonight against The Morning Star."

Jason Chase: “I like this guy's look and attitude, but is he tough enough to handle someone like this painted-up freak? We'll see."

Jamie Hensley: “And introducing his opponent..."

::The camera cuts back to Jamie Hensley for a moment, but when it shifts to the ringside area for a view of the stage from the bottom of the ramp, Michael Rivers is already there. He's staring at his opponent through the ropes with an amused expression.::

Jamie Hensley: “...wrestling out of Salem, Oregon, weighing in at 220 pounds.....Michael Rivers!"

::Michael rolls into the ring slowly, rising to his feet in one smooth motion as Jacobs pushes out of the corner and steps forward. The two meet midring as the referee goes over the rules briefly, but the moment the bell rings Rivers springs into action with a spinning heel kick that sends Jacobs to the mat. To his credit, Tristan is up fast, ducking another high kick from Michael and retaliating with right hands that back the Morning Star into the ropes. Leaving him hung up on them after a big chop, he hits the ropes on the far side but runs right into a vicious sprinting kick from his painted opponent!::

Jason Chase: “The Mark! Anyone get the number of that bicuspid?"

Lula Davidson: "Rivers is wasting little time with Tristan here, Jason."

Jason Chase: “He ain't gettin' paid by the hour!"

::Going for the pin, Michael gets a two-count but Jacobs isn't ready to call it quits yet. Whipped into the turnbuckles, Jacobs takes a running dropkick to the chest that would have dropped him to the mat if his arms weren't draped over the ropes. Rivers seems to be measuring him, looking for another shot, but flies right into the right arm of Jacobs who brings him to the mat with a modified STO. He backs up onto the second rope and comes off with an elbow to the heart of the Morning Star, hooking the leg for a pin attempt.




ONE...




TWO...




Kicking out with authority, Michael is pulled up by the head but punches his way out of Tristan's grip. An Irish whip is reversed but instead of sending Rivers into the ropes Tristan gets behind him with a waistlock, dead-lifting him into a German suplex. He holds on for a second one but Michael tries to elbow his way out. Jacobs retaliates, driving a few forearms into the back of the Morning Star's head before reaffirming his grip and bringing the painted superstar over with another German. This time, he bridges up for a pin.::




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TWO...




Lula Davidson: "Tristan showing some wrestling skill here in the early going. He might have a shot."

Jason Chase: “That's a big might, Lula. If he takes too many more of those kicks from Rivers, he'll be lucky to leave with most of his teeth."

::He does keep up the pressure, though, battering Michael with a combination of jabs and body shots, finally backing the Morning Star into the turnbuckles. The referee steps in and at three Jacobs backs off though he tries to lunge in again immediately, not wanting to let his opponent gain any steam. He drives a forearm into Micheal’s jaw hard enough to leave paint on his arm, then sends him into the far corner while following closely. It's a bit TOO close, though, and Michael runs clean up the turnbuckles and flips backwards countering with the Faustian, bringing Jacobs down.::

Jason Chase: “And just like that, Rivers turns it around."

Lula Davidson: "He almost landed on his own head, though..."

Jason Chase: “It did the job. And as you can see, his style is as dangerous to him as it is to his opponent."

::Already off and running, Michael nails Jacobs as he gets to his hands and knees, driving a dropkick into the side of his head. Rocked by the blow, Jacobs is wide open for a punt-style kick to the ribs and a standing moonsault that flattens him against the mat. Rivers gets down on a knee, pulling Tristan's head up by the hair and delivering a series of crossface shots, reveling in the violence. The referee's admonishment means little to the Morning Star, who just shoves Tristan's face against the mat as he backs off, drawing boos from the crowd.

Backing off for another punt, he comes within a hair of cracking the jaw of Jacobs, who leans up just in time. He goes for yet another German but Michael gets behind him instead, trying to do the same. Jacobs hooks the legs and rolls forward, trapping Carnage in a cradle mid-ring!::




ONE...




TWO...




T-KICKOUT!





Lula Davidson: "Tristan almost stole one right there!"

Jason Chase: “Slick move. Hope it doesn't come back to bite him."

::The Morning Star is wearing a dangerous smirk as he gets to his feet, ducking a running clothesline from Jacobs and hitting the ropes en route to delivering a leaping clothesline of his own, flipping to the mat as he takes his opponent down with the twisting lariat. Back on his feet, he strikes with a second one but his third ends with him caught by the Unstoppable Jacobs. Positioned for a powerslam, Michael goes for the eyes to get out of harm's way and chop blocks the leg when he's dropped behind Jacobs. On one knee, Tristan doesn't see the Morning Star sprinting in time to avoid the Hellfire knee that drives into the side of his head!::

Jason Chase: “Stick a fork in 'im."




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TWO...




THREE!





Jamie Hensley: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner.....The Morning Star....MICHEAL....RIVERS!"

Lula Davidson: "To Tristan's credit, not many could get up from a shot like that. And he put up a good fight."

Jason Chase: “Second place is still losing, Lula, no matter how much sugar you pour on it."

::Michael doesn't wait around to have his arm raised, rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp without so much as a backwards glance. Meanwhile, the referee checks on a slow-to-move Tristan who's already holding his head.::



::the camera shifts back to the ringside area, but before the announcers can even speak the lights fade and the music of Ave Satani begins to play. Without waiting much longer the Children as a group walk through the curtain. Danika walks out in the lead. She was changed into street clothes, a pair of tight blue jeans and a T-Shirt with a white mask across the front, which had been cut to just above the stomach. Her hair was pulled into matching pig tails, the tips on the left colored red and the tips on the right colored black....and of cours she had on the white smile now, cry later, half and half mask of white porcelain.

Behind her came the robed Bene Elohim and the robed Maiko Adachi and then finally the score of other faceless children. This time however all the children are robed and masked in a solid steel mask, exept one. A man of perhaps twenty who stood in the prison style sleeveless outfit they were known for.

Maiko held the same Bear that had spoken to them in the locker room they Kyle Travis had mocked and Danika held a microphone which she lifted.::

Danika Bayne: “Kyle Travis....i will get to your blasphemis story....in a moment. First a mistake must be answered. A dear, dear mistake. When Mayhem last aired you attacked one of us. One of my Master's Children. You bloodied him. You....abused him. You....desecrated the very touch of my Master.

You thought this would be a great spectacle. Something to be talked about for the ages....and to be honest it worked. It bothered me. I burned a righteous flame inside and them....like the beautiful Messiah my Master is....he spoke to us. He made us realize the error in your choices. The mistakes....in your grand design.”

::Danika came forward and lowered his head, lifting her free hand and grasped the mask. When her head came up the mask was left in her hand, showing the beautiful face beneath it. She then walks forward and lifts the mic again.::

Danika Bayne: “What is your mission in life Child?”

::Danika then shifts the microphone to the member who was not robbed or masked and he answered.::

Member: “To do as Lord commands.”

Danika: “....Good. My Children....if you please.”

::Behind Danika, like a pack of Hyena's all of them descended on the one who was not robbed. They threw punches, kicks. Pulled and shoved the man this way and that. His face began to disappear into a mesh of blood as he was slammed into the Tron behind them

and he never made a move to defend himself. The fans boo'd as the beating continued viciously behind Danika who lifted the mic and spoke as if she couldn't care less about the hit taking place behind her.::

Danika Bayne: “You see your mistake Kyle? You hurt one of them....so what? We do worse to them and its called foreplay. You think what you did....matters? That it changed something? That it....proved you somehow worthy of all the things you think you deserve?

That it gives you a shield that will defend you from reaction to all the blasphemies you have spoken? Perhaps you were trying to enstil fear? Do we look afraid? If we do this to our own.....”

::Danika suddenly turned as the bloodied and beaten man was being pulled to his feet and slammed the mask into his face where it shattered and he collasped. Danika whipped back around to face the booing arena.::

Danika Bayne: “....What will we do to YOU?!”

::Danika snapped her fingers and Maiko came around the beaten man, who was breathing on the stage and handed Danika the teddy bear.::

Danika: “As for this.....it was never possessed you idiot. It....was never alive....Did it ever accure to you that....”

::The voice then came from the bear. It was male, the mouth of the bear never moved.::

Bear: “....That this is how I choose to speak to my Children? At least....for now. Soon, you will regret your heresy Travis. Soon.....i will make you. Personally. No maskes, no bears. Just Wrath.”

::Danika smirked and then turned and motions to the man on the ground like he was tash and a robed and masked member took one arm each and dragged him behind Danika like a visual for Travis while the announcers sat speechless.::

Lula Davidson: "I....don't even know where to start with what we just saw....."

Jason Chase: “I swear....they get weirder by the day! And this chick Danika aint helping them in that regard!

Lula Davidson: "And we go from one creepy factor to another!"

::The camera shifts to a shot of Cole Hunter sitting in the locker room no one can ever seen to find. Perhaps hidden somewhere in the bowels of the building. The five all sit around him as they discuss the nights events, but Artemis seems to freeze as the bathroom door to the room opens and a man steps out.

He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a simple mesh shirt. His hair was multi colored and his face was hidden by a newly applied set of facepaint. His eyes scanned the room until Artemis, a little irritated looked from him to Cole and then back.::

Lula Davidson: "Is that.....Michael Rivers? With Cole....."

Jason Chase: “and the freak circle is complete....

Artemis: “Where the hell did you come from?”

::Micheal Rivers didn't seem to be remotely surprised by this outburst. He turned his head and looked at Artemis and grinned beneath the paint before answering.::

Michael: “I go where I please....when it pleases me to go there. As for how....i taught being places no one can find you Child.”

::Michael then turned and looked at Cole who was looking at him, seemingly unsuprised that he was there.::

Michael: “You have been given credit for someone else's hard work Mister Hunter....and that offends me.”

Lula Davidson: "what is he talking about?"

Jason Chase: “I think I know! Silver Baron gave Cole credit for being off his game and I think that offended The Morning Star!”

::Cole however knew what he meant instantly. A faint little wise nod and Cole looked up.::

Cole Hunter: “"Misunderstanding can be a wonderful misdirection, the greatest trick the devil ever played... so to speak..."

::Michael didn't even allow Cole to finish before spoke.::

Michael “"Sometimes....My Dear Child....the devil wants to be known. Seen. Felt....."

::Michael reaching out and tapping Artemis on the side of the neck and then looking at Cole. Artemis didn't flinch, but she did look like she wanted to bite him and Michael whispered.::

Michael: "...but only when he is ready. A simple deal....Stay out of my way....and i will stay out of yours....i figure together....The Knights will be no more....Reborn as something new. Something....useful."

::Michael didn't wait for an answer, he simply turned and walked back into the bathroom and shut the door. Artemis turns and looks at Cole.::

Artemis: “The fuck was that?!”

::Cole smirks a bit.::

Cole Hunter: “"That was the hammer that will drive the wedge..."

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

Lula Davidson: “Well, that was creepy."

Jason Chase: “As I said, the freak circle is complete.”

Jamie Hensley: “The following match is scheduled for one fall....."

::The camera zooms in on a secuirty guard who aproaches Jamie and begins to whisper in her ear for a minute before swiftly moving away.::

Jamie Hensley: “Ladies and Gentlemen I have just been informed that due to earlier events between the Sin City Knights and The Five, as per the instructions of Oliver Giorgio anyone not competing in this match is banned from ringside and should anyone interfere in the contest they will be suspended indefinitely!"

Lula Davidson: "After the carnage that broke out earlier I cant say im surprised"

Jason Chase: “Why does Oliver always have to spoil the fun? Nothing better than an anger fueled brawl!"

Lula Davidson: "Theres anger fuled then theres what happened earlier Jason! Im guessing Oliver doesnt want to risk having the company put through a murder enquiry!"

Jason Chase: “Pffft"

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada, he weighed in tonight at 225 lbs and stands 6ft tall, The Silllllllllver Barrrrrrrron."

::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, without his usual girls due to Olivers rule and looks a bit puzzled about it. Once fully risen up, he looks around 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.::

Lula Davidson: "The Silver Baron doesnt look all that impressed to not have his girls with him."

Jason Chase: “He doesnt look impressed? WHAT ABOUT ME, I no longer have any eyecandy to ocupy me during this idots match up!"

Lula Davidson: "Maybes just maybes that might mean you pay attention for once!"

Jason Chase: “Highly unlikely!"

"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 he reaches the ring 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"

::The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts.

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from New Orleans, Louisiana, Coooooole Hunnnnnnter"

::A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the entranceway, 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.::

Lula Davidson: "This guy reaaly creeps me out, he is possibly one of the creepiest people I have ever came across and I work in UWA!!!"

Jason Chase: “He sure doesn have an air of creepy about him, but you ask me all the trouble is just because the SCK are jealous of his abilitys to control women!"

Lula Davidson: "his ability to control women? More like his ability to abduct them!"

::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 Silver Baron with a huge smirk on his face as the lights come back up.

The bell hasnt even rang and Silver Baron is charging at cole in his corner and jumps at him but Cole moves and Baron gets a facefull of turnbuckle. Cole turns and begins to furiously punch Baron in the corner Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Ri..Bolcked by Baron who turns Cole and throws him into the corner and drives a huge boot to the gut of Hunter making him to drop down in the corner. Baron runs to the other corner then steams in with a huge knee to the face of Hunter.::

Lula Davidson: "This is a straight up fight! These two really dont like each other. Clearly the Baron has had enough of what Cole has been doing to his stable mates!"

Jason Chase: “Pleeeease Lula, you think he cares about them? I sure as hell dont, if anything he is just pissed that its making him look bad and in truth I dont blame him!"

::The Baron retreats and hunter pulls himself up and shakes his head clearing the cobwebs and the bell finally rings and the match up oficialy starts. Hunter angrily charges at Baron and flies through the air taking him down with a cross body and applies a side headlock once on the mat and the crowd boo loudly. Hunter wrenches on the headlock ocasionally delivering a punch with his free hand, after about a minute of this hunter releases and flots round to Barons feet and grabs his legs turning him into a Boston Crab, Baron yelps a little in pain and begins to pull himself towards the ropes eventually making it to them after 30 seconds or so and the reff calls for a break but hunter doesnt break and the reff issues a standard 5 count hunter breaks on four before turning and delivering a disrespectful kick to the back of Barons head.::

Lula Davidson: "Oh come on, that was a cheap shot!"

Jason Chase: “perfectly legal Lula, perfectly legal"

::Hunter retreats to the otherside of the ring and climbs to the top rope huge smirk on his face as he insights the rage of the crowd pointing his fingers into the crowd like a gun and firing off.::

Lula Davidson: "Too cocky too soon!"

::The Baron is back to his feet quickly and charges at the corner and jumps and nails Hunter in the back with a leaping clothesline. Baron climbs up behind him and puts his head under hunters arm lifts him up and drops back with a huge drop. Baron floats over and side mounts hunter delivering fast shot after fast shot to his head atleast 10 of them. He pulls Hunter to his feet and then imediately drops him with a big dropkick. He goes to hunters arm and locks in the silver lining! But he is far too close to the ropes and Hunter quickly grabs the rope and Baron is forced to break the hold.::

Lula Davidson: "Doesnt look like he wants to hang around in this one!"

Jason Chase: “He needs to pay more attention to where he is in the ring if he wants to win this one!"

Lula Davidson: "Honestly I think he just wanted to break Hunters arm rather than beat him!"

:Baron grabs Hunters foot and drags him to the center of the ring then pulls him to his feet. He loads him up and hits a big implant DDT and rolls ontop of Cole for the pin.::



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::Baron rubs his forearm in the face of Hunter with another quick pin attempt.::



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::Baron pulls Hunter up and loads him on his shoulders for a samoan drop but hunter wriggles off the back and pushes Baron off into the ropes, as Baron comes back Hunter nails the hurricanrana. Both men lay on the mat sucking deep for air, but its Cole who rises to his feet first and Barons not far behind Cole throws a right and the crowd boo loudly, Baron responds with a right of his own too which the crowd cheer. Boo, yeah, boo, yeah, boo, yeah, boo, yeah, boo, boo boo hunter jumps up and nails a dropkick of his own. He quickly gets to his feet goes to barons side and lands a standing moonsault then grabs a leg for the pin.::



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::Hunter gets up and goes to the corner climbing to the top rope flying off it with a big 450 splash and hooks the leg::



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::Hunter pounds the mat frustratedly and gets to his feet. He pulls up baron and locks up his arms for on the hunt, but Baron reverses it into a north lights suplex. Both men lay motionless and the reff begins a 10 count::



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five... Silver baron stirs and is up to one knee.



Six... Barons up fully as Cole begins to stir



Seven..... Hunters on one knee


::The count ends as hunter is up on 8 but he walks straight into the shake rattle and roll! Baron goes to the corner and pounds the top turnbuckle furiously as he revs himself up souting commmmmeee onnnnnn to the crowd who cheer loudly. He marches over to Hunter and pulls him to his knees and loads him up on his shoulders for the playa-bomb. Baron swings him round and boom its hit, however as Hunters legs swung round his foot acidently caught the ref who is now on the mat as Baron has the cover and theres no one to count.::

Lula Davidson: "Oh come on how unlucky is that."

Jason Chase: “Fortune favours the brave or in this case those brave enough to kidnap women who are in barons employment!"

::The crowd are counting 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11, Baron could of won here! He gets up realising the ref is out cold he pulls Hunter to his feet, but Hunter sees the reff down and quickly takes advantage hitting a low blow on Baron, both fall back to the mat.::

Jason Chase: “Ouch right the pimp wand!"

Lula Davidson: "Come on Baron get up."

::After around a minute both men begin to pull themselves up, proping themselves up on eachother clawing away at one another as the do. Hunter see's the refs still not moved and gouges Baron in the eyes and locks him up for on the hunt and hits it hard. He rushes up and goes to the reff and pulls him up and drags him over to Baron and Drops down for the pin.::



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Lula Davidson: "That little weasle stole this with dirty tactics!"

Jason Chase: “Hey he got the job done, just did what he had too!"

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner Cole Hunnnnnnnnter!"

::Cole rolls from the ring and begins to make his way back toward the backstage area all the while smirking to himself. Baron, left in the ring is livid and literally shaking with rage as the camera come back to him but that wasn't the only thing.

Standing behind him was the body of Michael Rivers himself. Looking down at Baron with Contempt. Like all the other times before he seems to have just appeared. Only the live fans know exactly where this man seems to have come from.::

Lula Davidson: "Baron! Turn around!"

Jason Chase: “This isn’t gonna be good....HELLFIRE! OH GOD!

::As soon as Baron began to turn Michael was at a dead run and slams his knee into the side of Baron's head. Michael ends up half kneeling over Baron's body. Michael leans down and pulls Baron's head up and smirks.::

Michael: “Your head is not in the game Baron. You are.....so focused on Cole and gash that you....overlook me. Do not do that again....next time....i will end your career. Righteous answer will not do it.....you must dig deeper.....to defeat me.”

::Michael laughs manically and then rolls sideways until he is out of the ring and disappears into the crowd.::

Lula Davidson: "What did he mean....dig deeper?"

Jason Chase: “Only he knows Lula....only he knows."


::The feed shifts to commercial for....Spike TV. Could this be a hint that U.W.A. Is getting a televised product soon? When the feed comes back it's with Jamie in the ring.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds and wrestling out of Hollywood, California, this is “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: "Bob Brooks has been on a roll lately!”

Jason Chase: “Sorta...”

Lula Davidson: "Sorta? The guy has won damn near every match he’s had this year!”

Jason Chase: “Yo, don’t gimme dat shit! Yo man’s… mmmph”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, weighing in at 269 pounds and wrestling out of New York City, “The Violence” VINCE JONES!!!”

::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

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"

Lula Davidson: "Talk like that again, and I’m gonna get Michael to come out here and sit with you for the rest of the show.”

Jason Chase: “Oh, oh, so it’s...”

Lula Davidson: "Jason!”

Jason Chase: “Jonesy’s gonna show the world!”

::The bell sounds and the two men walk out to meet each other in the middle of the ring. Brooks steps up, ready to lock-up and Jones slaps the taste out of his mouth. Brooks spins from the force of the impact and Jones nails him in the back with a heavy forearm shot. Brooks goes down hard and Jones dusts off his shoulder before dropping a fist between Brooks’ shoulder blades. Jones grabs Brooks around the waist and stand sup, looking for a gutwrench suplex but as they start up, Brooks turns and grabs Jones’ head, swinging into a ddt attempt. Jones blocks it and then launches Brooks over into a northern lights suplex. Brooks hits hard and sits up, looking stunned. JOnes slaps on a sleeper from behind and then stands Brooks up. He backs up, dragging Brooks with him and steps up onto the second turnbuckle, hanging Brooks in midair. Brooks thrashes wildly, looking to strike out at whatever until Jones simply lets go. Brooks plummets to the mat hard and Jones jumps off for an elbow drop to the chest. Jones hits hard and then covers.::

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::Jones looks down, looking more insulted than surprised. He pulls Brooks up to his feet, grabs him with both hands and tosses him bodily into the corner. Brooks hits hard and Jones follows with a clothesline that smashes Brooks back into the corner against the turnbuckles. Jones rears back and clubs away with repeated clotheslines, hammering away like Brooks is the driven nail sticking out of a board. Jones nails him one more time and then grabs Brooks by the back of the head and throws him forward onto the mat. Brooks lands face first and Jones moves next to him, drops his knees and rolls Brooks over onto his back. Jones covers, nodding with each count like it’s a foregone conclusion.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::Jones looks down, now even more insulted than before. Jones starts to move into the mount position but Brooks rolls him forward into what amounts to a victory roll cover.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Brooks falls forward towards the ropes and Jones walks over, using the bottom of his boot to shove Brooks over again and again and again, effectively giving him a face wash. Jones turns and runs across the ring, rebounding off the far ropes. He comes back across the ring and looks for a big boot on Brooks. As Jones comes in, Brooks moves and Jones’ foot goes through the ropes. Brooks grabs him from behind and rolls over into a schoolboy.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Both men scramble to their feet and Jones swings for a big, wild clothesline. brooks ducks it and catches Jones for a belly to back suplex. Jones blocks it but Brooks slips his feet up under Jones’s armpits and rolls him back into a cover.::

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KICKOUT!!!

Lula Davidson: "Vince has tried to knock Bob into next week but Bob has managed to avoid a direct knockout shot!”

Jason Chase: “The only reason he ain’t dead right now is cause Jonesy is allowing him to breathe! Believe that!”

Lula Davidson: "Jonesy didn’t look like he was allowing anything when Bob kicked out.”

Jason Chase: “Jonesy’s just playing with him right now, just you watch!”

::Brooks stumbles a few steps forward while Jones rolls to the near ropes. Brooks regains his balance and runs to the far ropes. Jones gest to his feet and turns to face across the ring as Brooks jumps up into a springboard on the second rope, spinning into a flying forearm smash to the face. Jones falls into the ropes from the force of the impact and Brooks looks for a monkey flip. Jones looks to reverse it up into a powerbomb but Brooks reverses that into a hurricanrana. Jones staggers up and Brooks runs up behind him, hitting a step-up enziguri that sends Jones to the mat. Brooks jumps up and comes off looking for the PSD. Jones rolls out of the way and Brooks crashes to the mat. Jones pulls himself up by the ropes and turns slowly, stalking his prey. He slaps his leg, nodding angrily as Brooks staggers up, still clutching at his lower back from the jarring impact on the mat. Brooks starts to run and Jones drills him with the Jaw Jacka. Brooks goes down hard and Jones covers, hooking the leg.::

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FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!

::Jones looks up, shaking his head. He pulls the leg back from the ropes and covers again.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::Jones drags Brooks up angrily and pushes him into the ropes. He looks for a big clothesline but Brooks ducks it and jumps up into a forearm smash to the back of Jones’s head. Jones grabs at his head and Brooks jumps up onto the ropes and springboards into a tornado ddt. Jones clutches at his head as Brooks goes to the near corner and jumps up into a split-legged moonsault.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Jones tries to roll away and Brooks grabs onto him for the Shutterbug. Jones thrashes, trying to roll out of it but Brooks gets his legs set. Jones throws his arm over and manages to grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Brooks scrambles up to be standing on top of Jones’s back. He jumps up into a standing moonsault. Jones tries to roll away but ends up inadvertently rolling himself into perfect position for Brooks to land the maneuver.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Brooks looks for the Shutterbug again but Jones grabs the ropes and staggers up, moving his head to keep his nfl free of the hold. He reaches back and then drops into the corner, smashing Brooks face first onto the top turnbuckle in a wickedly violent snake eyes type maneuver. Brooks falls back into the seated position, stunned and checking himself to see if he’s bleeding. Jones ascends the turnbuckles and nods. Brooks starts up and Jones leaps off, looking for the Neck Cutter. Brooks catches the arm as Jones comes off and takes him down into a Fujiwara armbar. As Jones reaches for the ropes, Brooks lets go of the arm and rolls onto Jones’s back, looking for the Shutterbug again. Jones tries to roll away and Brooks manages to turn it into an inside cradle.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::As the two men go to get to their feet, Jones tries to hook him up for the Silencer but Brooks runs up the ropes and flips over into a shiranui. Brooks rolls to the corner and goes up to the top. Jones staggers up and punches Brooks in the midsection as he stands on the top rope. Brooks grimaces and then kicks Jones in the mouth. Jones takes another swing and Brooks kicks him. Jones falls away, pulling something out of his boot as he does so. Jones leaps off for the PSD and Jones turns into a punch. Brooks crashes onto Jones, driving the bent over Jones down to the mat even as his fist swings up and crashes into Brooks’ face. Brooks rolls off Jones and the referee checks both men, noticing a set of brass knuckles on Jones’ hand. He calls for the bell as Brooks lies on the mat, out cold, Jones trying to sit up while clutching at his own head in pain.::

Lula Davidson: "Jones just pulled a knuckle duster out and…”

Jason Chase: “Knocked Photo Boy out with it!”

Lula Davidson: "Bob had him beat and you know it!”

Jason Chase: “Lies, lies, lies! How you gonna do Jonesy like that!”

Jamie Hensley: “Your winner via disqualification, BOB BROOKS!!!”

::Jones backs up the ramp way making motions to what appears to be brass knuckles. Bob is starting to come around in the middle of the ring. As Jones reaches the top of the ramp Reno comes through the curtain with a expression that is “Cat ate the canary” and holds out what appears to be the U.W.A. World Wrestling Title.::

Lula Davidson: "Is that?!!"

Jason Chase: “Sentinel said he didn't want it! AHAHAHAHAH!”

Lula Davidson: “This is blind theft!"

Jason Chase: “Hey, all is fair in love and war and these two....are now at war. Shots fired"

::The U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner of the screen as Vince grabs the title with a grin and lifts it into the air. Could this be a hint at things to come?::