Post by UWAStaff on Aug 5, 2015 20:53:14 GMT -6
::The UWA Logo flashes across not only Computers around the world but now also across television screens across the country. The logo stays up a moment before the feed shifts to the announcers sitting a ringside.::
Lula Davidson: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first televised episode of Monday Night Mayhem!”
Jason Chase: “And what a night we have for you!”
Lula Davidson: "The World Champion takes on new up and comer Michael Rivers and Danika Bayne defends her undefeated streak against the red hot Bob Brooks!”
Jason Chase: “Not to mention we will see K.I.S.S. In action for the first time together in months and Frazer Freeman tries to get a measure of revenge against Artemis.”
::Before they can continue on “Born to Rise” hits the PA System and Oliver Georgio walked out to a massive ovation. He is all smiles as he walks down the ramp way. He shakes hands with some fans and waves to others on his way down to the ring and then into it where Jamie Hensley hands him a microphone.::
Oliver: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first televised episode of Monday Night Mayhem. To all of you just meeting us, I am Oliver Georgio, president of The Unchained Wrestling Alliance, where we break the chains!”
::Oliver smiled wide as the crowd cheered before continuing.::
Oliver: “I won't keep you from the matches we have scheduled or the stars you really came out to see for long. I merely have a few announcements. We have officially signed some of the matches you will all be seeing LIVE from Raising Hell.
Now all of you know that Our World Champion Sentinel will be defending against Vince Jones however we will also see Ashley Kenyon defend her U.S. Title when she takes on her sister, Bethany Kenyon!”
Lula Davidson: "They have been on a collision course for weeks, its now official!”
Jason Chase: “And you have to wonder how Ashley will take that?”
::The crowd immediately began to boo Ashley and then broke into a massive cheer for Bethany. Oliver raised his hands for quiet and added.::
Oliver: “Also, after weeks and weeks and weeks of the two sides tormenting each other I have offically made the match. The Silver Baron will get his chance to get his hands on Michael Rivers.”
Lula Davidson: "The Devil Vs The Schizo!!”
Jason Chase: “No sleep tonight after all!”
Oliver: “One last thing. We will not be having a Mayhem next week. Instead we will be having a Super show that will air the Sunday just before Mayhem normally airs. Now, Enjoy the show!”
::”Born to Rise.” hits again and Oliver makes his way out.::
Lula Davidson: "Well, what a night for anouncements, now we were supposed to see a tag team match for the start of our show, but it seems that parts of that match aren't here yet, so instead....
Jason Chase: “WOOHOO! Danika Bayne!”
Lula Davidson: "Can we get some wipes for Jason here?”
Jason Chase: “.......”
::Can't Stop begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage. He's carrying a large tri pod with a camera perched on top over his shoulder, similar to how some baseball players might carry their baseball bat. Most noticeably, Bob is wearing the UWA Television Championship around his waist. 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 tri pod 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: "Two weeks ago, Bob Brooks assaulted Amy Zing and stole the Television Championship.”
Jason Chase: “She stole it from Lacey Roberts. Bob just took it back from a thief. It is not stealing if you steal from a thief.”
Lula Davidson: "Amy Zing beat Lacey Roberts fair in the ring.”
Jamie Hensley: “From Toronto by way of Hollywood, weighing 215 Bob BROOKS.”
::Bob takes the mic from Hensley.::
Bob: “That’s UWA Television Champion Bob BROOKS!”
Lula Davidson: "Is he serious?”
Jason Chase: “He beat the champion.”
::As the crowd jeers and boos, Bob Brooks pulls the Television Championship off his waist and raises it into the air, making sure the camera caches him. He hands the title off at ringside.::
Lula Davidson: "It wasn’t in a match. He jumped her.”
Jason Chase: “Don’t bother him with details.”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "It has been a rough few weeks for the Children of Nephilim, ever since Kyle Travis returned to target them.”
Jason Chase: “Rough? Rough?! This is a shell of a man. I cannot even stand to look at this anymore. The way he panders to these idiots around here. He used to stand for something but.....now.”
Lula Davidson: “He used to stand for himself!”[/font]
Jason Jason Chase: “That's something!”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "Kyle Travis has targeted the Children of Nephilim, seemingly willing to face them alone, stating that he disappointed with them, and bored and tired of them, so he is going to destroy them.”
Jason Chase: “I don't know if he's brave or just foolish, but they don't seem afraid, like there is something they are holding back.”
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” Danika BAYNE!”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne has been impressive since she began competing in the ring. Bob Brooks has seemingly come out of no where with a vast amount of improvement in recent weeks. This should be an interesting match to watch.”
::The referee signals for the bell. Danika and Bob circle each other and lock up. Bob shoots Danika into the ropes, and hits her with a shoulder block. He shoots the ropes, Danika drops down, Bob leaps over her. As he comes back, Danika leapfrogs over him and catches Bob with a hip toss.::
Lula Davidson: "And Danika Bayne takes control early in this match.”
::Bob gets back to his feet, and the Harbinger moves in for the attack but Bob catches Danika with an armdrag, holding on as he applies an armbar. Getting to her feet, Danika manages to roll out of the move and flip Bob on to his back.
Lula Davidson: "An impressive display by Danika Bayne, who shows herself to be a bit unpredictable in the ring.”
Jason Chase: “It helps.”
::Bob is quick to his feet, and Danika is even quicker on the attack, connecting with a dropkick. She catches him and takes him over in a snap suplex.::
Lula Davidson: "Suplex by Danika, displaying that technical ability.”
Jason Chase: “I hate to compliment the Children, given everything they have done, but Danika is good.”
::Getting to her feet, the Harbinger goes for a standing moonsault, but Bob manages to get his feet up. Danika bounces off, holding her midsection and starts to get to her feet, but Bob takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. He quickly goes for a cover.::
Jason Chase: “But Bob Brooks is a fighter.”
Lula Davidson: "Neckbreaker and a cover by Bob Brooks.”
Lula Davidson: "And the Harbinger kicks out.”
::Trying to keep his momentum going, Bob gets into position and tries for a running bulldog. Danika is able push him off and catch him with a head scissors takedown, and then nails a spinning heel kick to Brooks.::
Lula Davidson: "And here comes Danika, taking Bob Brooks down.”
Jason Chase: “Bob Brooks is a champion; he can find a away to win. It’s what champions do.”
Lula Davidson: "He’s not a champion.”
Jason Chase: “Then why does he have a title.”
::The Harbinger pulls Brooks up, but his is able to push her off, whipping her into the corner, and charges after her. Danika catches the corner, pulling herself up leaping over Bob as he hits the corner.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne with an Irish whip, but Bob Brooks reverses and shoots Danika into the corner, but Danika avoids the impact.”
::Danika nails a few kicks to Bob, then backflips out, landing on her hands, and then charges in and hits him with a splash. She pulls Bob out of the corner and lets him drop as she then rolls him over for a cover.::
Lula Davidson: "An impressive display by Danika Bayne as she nails a splash.”
Lula Davidson: "But Bob Brooks kicks out!”
Jason Chase: “That was close.”
::Danika pulls Bob up and shoots him into the corner. She comes charging in, but Bob is able to avoid the impact and take Danika down with a tornado DDT. He quickly gets to his feet and connects with a fist drop. He quickly goes for a cover. Bene Elohim looks on trying not to be concerned.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks with a sudden burst of offense, nailing a DDT and dropping the fist! He covers!”
Lula Davidson: "Somehow Danika Bayne kicked out!”
Jason Chase: “Bob Brooks has finally really come into his own it seems. He can only get better.”
::Bob seems a bit surprised his combination did not get the job done there, and argues with the ref who confirms the two count. Getting to his feet, he stomps on the Harbinger and then bends over, as if he is taking a photo of her. Bob moves to the ropes, stepping through, and waiting for Danika to get to her feet.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks seems a little shocked he did not get the pin there.”
Jason Chase: “I am to. But Danika is tough.”
::The crowd breaks out into an Amy Zing chant that is clearly directed at Bob Brooks. He climbs down from the apron and goes to yell at the crowd by the barricade.::
Bob: “Amy Zing is gone! I’m TV Champion!”
Lula Davidson: "I would not be so confident in that if I were Bob Brooks.”
Jason Chase: “Nah, he got the job done. That’s why he is a champion.”
Lula Davidson: "Is not.”
::He reiterates this statement to the other side, then to seemingly anyone who will listen as he stands by the barricade.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks needs to focus more on Danika Bayne and less on the crowd.”
Jason Chase: “He’s got this.”
::It is this distraction that has allowed Danika Bayne enough time to recover and roll to the outside. The crowd cheers as Danika displays an amazing display of balance and agility as she jumps the barricade, running along it and spearing Bob Brooks in a moment captured on numerous flashing cameras.::
Lula Davidson: "And Danika Bayne spears Bob Brooks from the barricade! What an impressive display of agility!”
Jason Chase: “Okay, maybe he doesn’t have this.”
::Both competitors are down for a moment. Danika is first to recover. She picks Bob up, but he is able to shove her off and rams her into the apron. He rolls her into the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks is not out of the fight yet, shoving Danika into the apron and back into the ring.”
::Bob takes a brief moment to taunt the crowd and then slides into the ring, trying to get into position for the Shutterbug…::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks looks to lock in the Shutterbug.”
Jason Chase: “This could end it.”
::Somehow, Danika fights out of it and nails Bob Brooks with a Pele kick. Bob drops to the mat like a ton of bricks, rolling to the edge on his stomach, his foot hanging out of the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "The Pele Kick!”
Jason Chase: “Then again, this could do it.”
::Danika pulls Bob back into the ring, rolling him over and going for a pin.::
Lula Davidson: "Bayne goes for a cover…”
::The referee stops counting as he points out that Bob Brooks managed to get his foot on the bottom rope. Danika tries not to show any disappointment that her kick didn’t get the job done.::
Lula Davidson: "And Bob Brooks gets his foot on the rope.”
Jason Chase: “That goes to show how much Bob Brooks has improved in the last year. A year ago, the Pele Kick would have ended this match and he wouldn’t have the ring presence to get his foot on the rope.”
::She pulls Bob away from the ropes and moves to his head, trying to apply a submission hold.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika looks to be trying to finish this with some sort of submission hold.”
::Danika takes a quick look around the arena before turning back to Bob Brooks, who nails her in the midsection and drives her into the mat with a P.S.D. He quickly grabs her legs as he goes for the pin.::
Lula Davidson: "The Photoshop Drop! Where did that come from!?”
Jason Jason Chase: “YES!”
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks with a cover!”
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks just beat Danika Bayne!”
Jason Chase: “I think that’s the first time she’s lost! Is it?”
::Bob Brooks rolls out of the ring before they make it, grabbing the TV Title and holding it up, cheering as he runs, like he just won the title or successfully defended it.::
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner…“Photographer” Bob BROOKS!”
::Bob hugs the Television Championship to his chest. Inside the ring, Danika has recovered. Her face may not show it, but there is anger in her eyes. Bene Elohim looks very upset.::
Jason Chase: “Champions find a way to win. It is what they do.”
Lula Davidson: "He’s not a champion.”
Jason Chase: “But he did win.”
::“Kashmir” by Bond plays over the arena to the cheers of the crowd. “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis walks out with a crowbar in one hand, a mic in the other and looks at Danika Bayne still inside the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes Travis.”
Travis: “I think what we have here is a failure to communicate, Danika. Now first of all, you assume I beat the hell out of a minion because I could. That is partially true. But, what you missed, in yet another great blonde moment, was the simple fact that I proved I can get to your people and that I am willing to, like I did a few weeks ago, and like I did now. I proved I do not fear you. You expected that little display two weeks ago to scare me? No Danika. It didn’t. It may have a year ago, when people did not realize how pathetic and weak the Children of Nephilim actually are. Honestly, I can’t even believe Lula and Chase when they try to hype you guys as monsters anymore. I’ve seen kids at Halloween scarier and more threatening than the Children of Nephilim.”
Jason Chase: “Ouch.”
Travis: And second, I am well aware that the teddy bear you talk to is neither real, nor is he possessed. Two weeks again, when I said those things, I was insulting you, you stupid bimbo. It was a joke. But clearly, you do not understand a joke, despite that is exactly what the Children of Nephilim have become. A couple of people here seem to have got it.”
::Travis points to the crowd.::
Travis: “I see a sign with a Teddy Ruxpin with a devil tail, horns and a pitchfork, and another that says “My Teddy Bear is Evil”. I like those. Someone get those people shirts.”
::Travis glances toward the back.::
Travis: “I’ll cover the shirts Jerry.”
::Shaking his head a bit, Travis turns his attention back to the Children of Nephilim.::
Travis: “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you do not understand what a joke is, despite being accompanied by a joke to the ring every time you wrestle and leading what has become a joke. I mean you didn’t understand how a challenge works, so why would you understand a joke.”
::Danika seems to be in control of her emotions, but Ananiel and Ramiel seem like they want to shut him up, yet do not move.::
Travis: “Now I suppose I should ask why a teddy bear, but to be honest, I assume it is because a teddy bear represents the innocence of children and whatnot. Personally, I would have gone creepy Victorian doll or some sort of clown, because it is creepy and you are clowns.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns and actually looks down to the ring.::
Travis: “Then again, I would have had the balls to step forward and reveal myself from the beginning as the leader of the Children of Nephilim rather than hide behind a child’s toy and give orders to my children while I was safe like a pathetic, sniveling, cowardly little bitch!”
::There is a cheer from the crowd. For the first time, Danika looks angry.::
Lula Davidson: "That may have done it.”
Travis: “We both know how this is going to play out, I challenge you, you refuse, then you go out back to talk to the teddy bear and he’ll go on about how great he is and all the usually lines.
::Travis makes the “yak-yak-yak” motion with his hand. He stops and turns to look down at Danika, his voice turns angry, defiant.::
Travis: “If your master is so great, so powerful, so awesome that he will rise from the Abyss with the fiendish hordes and usher in his dark heaven, his thousand years of darkness upon the UWA, why is he hiding like a coward behind a nanny cam giving you orders every single person in this building expect you and the losers you throw robes onto to make you look bigger than you are knows you are going to fail to accomplish?”
Travis: “At Raising Hell Danika, I do not want you in the ring. I know you’re going to refuse the challenge anyway only to challenge me to save face. No Danika, at Raising Hell, I am challenging you master to a match!”
Lula Davidson: "Whoa!”
Jason Chase: “Did he just?”
Lula Davidson: "Yes.”
Travis: “Now I know after I leave, you will go into your locker room, probably have Bene Elohim beat up on this guy, because the only fight they can win is against a man who’s already knocked out, and you’ll talk to the bear who will probably say I am unworthy.”
For a moment, Travis smirks.
Travis: “Now you can step into the ring with me Danika, to defend his honor and fight me in his name, if he backed down. But in that moment he refuses me, in that one moment he says no, he will not step into the ring against me at Raising Hell, he will have put the nail in the coffin of the Children of Nephilim, because from that moment on, no matter what you say, no matter what you do, the entire world will know that your leader, your all powerful dark father, your master is nothing more than a measly, sniveling, spineless, yellow-bellied, pathetic coward!”
Jason Chase: “Whoa!”
Lula Davidson: "Yeah.”
Travis: “The choice is his.”
:: “Kashmir” hits the Pa System once again and Kyle drops his microphone with a clatter. He turns for the entrance ramp but before he can even reach it a pyro erupts between him and the entrance to the backstage. Kyle stops dead in his tracks, but other then that he seems truly unphrased by this and turns to look back at the ring with a raised brow.
Kyle points between the entrance and the ring twice as if to say “this is it? This is your big showy display? Really?” Danika however had positioned herself in the center of the ring and dropped to her knees as if in Prayer. Ananiel of Bene Elohim hands her a microphone from her kneeling position and she positions it below her bowed head.::
Danika Bayne: “Not. Just. Yet. Heretic.”
Lula Davidson: "Whoa!”
Jason Chase: “Well, isn't that creepy.”
::the words spoken with pauses between each word and her head never came up.::
Danika: “HE understands humor. HE see's it in the face of the masses when they buy your merchandise. HE see's it in the faces of Children everywhere. They smile. They praise. They chant....and HE finds it humorous.”
::Kyle goes to raise his microphone and begin talking but no sound comes out. Danika never looks up from her position of Prayer, but seems to know this.::
Lula Davidson: "Could he be in the production truck?!”
Jason Chase: “Nah, faulty mic!”
Danika Bayne: “HE demands your silence.”
::For a moment Danika stands silent, the only sound her breathing then.....::
Danika Bayne: “HE has reasons for all he does. Why he chose the bear. Why not a doll? That shall be revealed in time, and once you know HIM you will understand why a doll was never an option. However HE also told me that HE knew you would try and circumvent his flock.
It is like the climb up the mountain. You cannot simply.....hitch your line to the top. First....you must conquer the hill, before you can reach the summit. You have reached the first base....you have bested HIS Angels. Now, you must get past HIS Harbinger.”
::When Danika's head came up the lights of the arena flashed out leaving two spotlights on. One on her in the ring and the other....on Kyle Travis. Kyle shuttered in mock terror with a laugh as Danika watched him.::
Danika Bayne: “You, do not decide when HE will show himself. HE decides and HE.....is not yet ready to reveal himself. His Harbinger is doing what the Mother and Father failed to do.....Her Job. So Kyle you must face me first.....Raising Hell....HE has decreed that you shall face me.....and Oliver will agree....as it is after all.....what is best for business.”
::The spotlight on the Danika flashed out then leaving the only one on Kyle Travis himself, but she spoke in the darkness.::
Danika Bayne: “.....HE will be in touch Kyle. TONIGHT!”
Lula Davidson: “Tonight?! Like.....TONIGHT?!”
Jason Chase: “Their leader is here?!”
::Mayhem shifts from the shocked faces of the announcers to a commercial break for Red bull, Aspirin and Viagra and has barely had time to return from its first commercial break when "The Sentinel" by Celldweller tears through the arena sound system sans opening. Through the curtain, to a mixture of reactions leaning more toward negative than positive, steps the UWA World Heavyweight Champion...though you wouldn't know it to look at him. He's ten pounds light in the form of the title belt. At his side is Talon and she looks no happier than the Destroyer as they make their way down the ramp toward the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "This had to happen sooner or later tonight. After what Vince Jones perpetrated two weeks ago..."
Jason Chase: “Now don't you go pinnin' this on my boy, Lula. You know good an' well it was Reno acting of his own accord!"
Lula Davidson: "You're seriously going to sit there with a straight face and tell me he didn't get marching orders from Jones to steal the champion's title?!"
Jason Chase: “You want to accuse Jonesy to his face?"
::The only pause in the champion's march is to hold the ropes for Talon to enter the ring before stepping in himself. Jamie Hensley doesn't even get a chance to introduce them before Sentinel walks up to her and holds out his hand for the microphone. There's nothing in his manner that's directly malicious, but those red eyes of his are burning and Jamie is quick to hand over the stick before leaving the ring. The music dies down and Sentinel starts to pace back and forth, stopping at points to lift the mic before lowering it again as though he can't quite get the words out.::
Jason Chase: “I think he forgot how to talk again!"
Lula Davidson: "Say that a little louder, Jason. I'd love to see what he'd do to you."
::Finally, after several moments during which he gets more than his share of angst and hate from the crowd, Sentinel hands over the microphone to Talon who accepts it and immediately shows that she's far from tongue-tied.::
Talon: "You should be thankful right now, Vince. We walked through the doors not five minutes ago..."
::She gestures towards the backstage area.::
Talon: "...and were immediately met by Olivier Georgio. He was kind enough to inform us that my Destroyer is not to come near you tonight, that if he beats you into a twitching pile without provocation that there would be consequences."
Lula Davidson: "Oh, come on! Usually I agree with the owner, but that's just not right!"
Jason Chase: “It's best for business! He can't allow this red-eyed beast to ruin the pay-per-view main event, can he?!"
::Despite the hell they're giving Sentinel, the fans aren't pleased by this piece of news. In the background someone's holding up a sign reading "Hoss Fight", fitting what the people are after in this situation most eloquently. Sentinel continues to pace in the background while Talon, despite her obvious feelings on this situation, continues on with a smile.::
Talon: "And on top of that, you've proven that once in a while, your little entourage can be useful! Shall we give Reno a round of applause for his accomplishment in the field of grand larceny?"
::Yeah, the fans are having none of that, much to Talon's delight. That smile is short-lived; the Angel of Sin locks her acidic stare on the camera and lifts the mic again.::
Talon: "Did you really think you'd get away with it? Did you forget that you're dealing with people who know how you operate? Or are you really as stupid as you act?"
::Sentinel steps up next to Talon now, gesturing for the stick. She says something to him that isn't picked up, to which he nods before she acquiesces. Sentinel walks to the ropes, leaning on them with the mic held up and a little half-smile on his face.::
Sentinel: "No, baby..."
::Talon comes up next to him at which point he switches hands, putting an arm around her as she looks up at him with a grin.::
Sentinel: "...he's just a creature of habit, though you're on to something with the 'forgetting' part."
::Turning back to the camera, Sentinel keeps that expression of his going.::
Sentinel: "See, Vince, you've proven over and over again that you've got no interest in stepping up to someone like a man. Unless your opponent's back is turned, you'd rather keep a safe distance and spew 'mad street' with all the eloquence of a jacked-up crackhead. You've proven it how many times now? Once by getting my attention and giving Ashley Kenyon the win of her career? Twice by having your 'boy' swipe my property? But what happened when you got up in my grill, as your kind would say, two weeks ago?"
::Cut to a replay of the altercation between Jones and Sentinel two weeks ago where Jones tried to take the title from the champion by force only to catch a beating and a free flight over the top rope. When we return to the ring, Sentinel is gazing at the screen with an exaggerated look of surprise complete with a sympathetic wince. Talon is just smirking her red head off.::
Sentinel: "Guess that's why you got a problem with confrontations. Or maybe it's because everyone has already seen me beat your ass one-two-three in the middle of this ring. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because you know that on your best goddamn day there's no way on God's green earth that you can win that title from me straight-up."
::His eyes move first, then the rest of his head. All forms of mirth are gone now. Sentinel's glaring at the camera and the red eyes only make it look more fearsome.::
Sentinel: "See, after Olivier laid down the law to me, I decided to make a request. Don't know if you read the papers or not, but tonight I'm going one on one with the so-called Morning Star himself. I've got a hell of a fight on my hands, no pun intended. But despite that, I asked our venerable owner to make that match no disqualification."
Lula Davidson: "Wait, what?!"
Jason Chase: “Okay, he has my attention now..."
Lula Davidson: "I question how smart that is! Michael Rivers is dangerous even on the worst of days!"
::Letting that tidbit sink in, Sentinel brings the mic back up.::
Sentinel: "And he was fine with that. More eyes on screens and hits on the website, right? But that's not why I did it. Remember, Vince: I know how you operate."
::He taps his temple with his index finger, standing up straight now.::
Sentinel: "And you won't be able to resist coming down to that ring and sticking your nose in my business. After all, costing me a match, which would make three lossea in a row, that's quite the carrot to dangle in front of a man who needs every advantage he can get. And with no rules to get in the way, you'd be able to do it with impunity.
And that's what I'm counting on. Rivers doesn't matter to me, Jones. I want you and every one of your helmet-wearing, short-bus-riding assholes lined up in front of me so I can mow you down like a runaway semi. But as I've said over and over, you don't do well with challenges, and that's why I've upped the stakes like this. Because for me, it's win-win."
::He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and comes up with a UWA trading card, a little something that gets packed into every piece of merchandise purchased or ordered online with the likeness of the superstar to whom the merchandise alludes. This particular card displays Vince Jones, but scrawled over the glossy surface in blazing white, in all caps, is the word 'BITCH'.::
Lula Davidson: "Hah! He pulled Jones's bitch card!"
Jason Chase: “Oh, REAL mature!"
::Waving it back and forth a bit, getting raucous laughter from the arena, Sentinel keeps the card in sight as he speaks again.::
Sentinel: "Either you come down here during my match to take some free shots, after which I'm going to smear you across the mat so hard that it rubs the black off you...or you're going to stay backstage with your ill-gotten gains and be what this card says you are. So what's it gonna be, Jonesy? I guess we'll find out later on."
::Turning to leave, Sentinel heads toward the ropes with the card pocketed again, but stops before he's halfway through as though he'd forgotten something. Turning back to the camera, he leaves a final thought.::
Sentinel: "And if you DO decide to come down and take your beating like a man? I suggest leaving the title backstage. Mostly because I don't want to have to pay for a new one after I wrap it around your neanderthal skull."
::"The Sentinel" hits again as Sentinel holds the ropes for Talon, then leaves the ring himself. He shows off the card again as they head up the ramp and toward the backstage area, the cameras then turning to Lula and Jason.::
Jason Chase: “You know what? He's asking for it and he's gonna get it! No one punks out Jonesy!"
Lula Davidson: "I think he just did, Jason! Now we'll see how the not-champion reacts!"
Jason Chase: “Seriously, this fangirl crap you've got going for Sentinel is really pathetic."
Lula Davidson: "At least I'm not spewing stupid jive talk like you do!"
::Cameras turn to the backstage area to find Fraser Freeman unloading his stuff into the locker room. Craven was shown sitting in the corner looking, truth be told, a little worse for wear and Baron was looking through his bag.::
Fraser: “Yo, Baron. You got us tonight bro?”
Baron: “Of course, you know I got your back Frase.”
Craven: “good, cuz I am tired of getting my ass kicked.”
::Both Fraser and Baron both chuckled and then went back to getting ready for the night and the camera's shifted to the ringside area once again.::
Jason Chase: “And the very thing they are concerned about, is coming up next.”
Lula Davidson: "Speak of the devil.....”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at Two hundred pounds. He is COLE.....HUNTER!”
The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts. A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the 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. He kisses it and then points it around to the fans as if to say "I could have you... or you... or you..." He steps into the ring and makes his way to a corner, facing the entrance way, waiting for his next victim to arrive as the lights come back up. ::
Lula Davidson: "Considering how dominate this guy has been lately, it makes sense to team him with who they did.”
Jason Chase: “Ma BOY!”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New York City, New York and weighing in at Two hundred and Sixty-Nine pounds. He is....Yo Boy.....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: "And now for a pair who haven't been on the same page in months!”
Jason Chase: “But could they be any hotter?”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and at a combined weight of Two Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds. The are Ashley and Bethany Kenyon......Katt Industries Special Services!”
::Black Spiders “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” hits the Pa System and the girls come out side by side. Ashley stone faced with the US Title over her shoulder and Bethany behind her all bouncy and Bethany like. Together they head down the ramp way, Beth high fiveing fans and Ashley staring up into the ring.
When they get to the ring Ashley just slides inside while Beth climbs up and bends at the waist to get in, teasing the fans who pop before heading in herself.::
Lula Davidson: "Now we see how well these two can coexist.”
Jason Chase: “I vote for.....not?”
::The bell rings. Bethany tries to tell Ashley to exit the ring so he can start but Ashley doesn’t listen. Bethany shrugs and leaves herself so Ashley can take on Jones.::
Lula Davidson: "Isn't the first time these two have locked up.”
Jason Chase: “She aint got shit on Yo Boy!”
::Ashley and Vince circle a bit before Ashley comes in with a lightning quick kick to the ribs. Vince winces in pain as Ashley follows up with a few more kicks, to various parts of Vince’s body. Ashley reaches up and brings Vince’s head down to her level and sends it back up with a double knee to the forehead. This causes Vince to stumble back against the ropes as Ashley runs toward the ropes and hits him with a head scissor take down. The crowd pop.
Ashley runs towards Vince again, but the black man is able to get underneath her and take her down with an arm drag. Vince hops up to his feet and lands a beautiful looking dropkick that takes the surprised Ashley down to the mat. Vince looks to grab the leg to start a submission but Ashley kicks Vince away and he gets back to his feet quickly. Again the crowd pops.::
Lula Davidson: "The Crowd getting behind Ashley now!”
Jason Chase: “I don't think she cares.”
::The two lock up again ad Vince is quick to break it up with a forearm to the jaw of Ashley. Vince lands a few more shots and then one good right hand and that stumbles Ashley backward. Vince runs towards his side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air with both his knees in front of him. But Ashley sees it coming and he bails out of the way. Vince ricochets off the ropes and down onto his spine on the mat.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice counter by Ashley here.”
Jason Chase: “Come on Jonsey!”
::Ashley hits a springboard leg drop and goes for a pin.::
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
::He pushes Ashley off of him and climbs back to his feet. He motions for Ashley to bring it on as Vince gets into a boxing stance. He combo’s on Ashley’s face a few times before Ashley gets tired of being rocked. Ashley goes low and shoots in for a double leg but Vince sprawls back, blocking it in the process. Vince rolls over and locks in a rear naked clutch that has Ashley gasping for air. Ashley’s hands say it all. There flailing around, loose and in no particular direction. Vince has the move locked in tight. Ashley seems to be fading.::
Lula Davidson: "Jones may prove here why he was one of our most dominate US Champions.”
Jason Chase: “On the other!”
::Ashley is on the ground, gasping for air after being in the hold. Vince climbs to his feet and walks over and tags in Cole, who comes right in and starts dragging Ashley to her feet. Cole lays in a knife edge chop then pulls Ashley in and drops him with a snap suplex.
Cole holds onto the move and brings Ashley up again and drops her with another snap suplex. Then another, finishing it off with another suplex. Cole looks to follow it up with a triangle choke but Cole can’t seem to get it while Ashley is trying to squirm away. Ashley does however, grab Cole’s legs and go for a pin.::
::The two tie up and Cole gets the upper hand. Cole swings a punch but Ashley ducks it and hits Cole with a dropkick. Cole stumbles back into the ropes, uses them to come back but Ashley crawls underneath Cole’s legs and she tags in Bethany, who comes in like a bat out of hell!::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes the elder sister!”
Jason Chase: “Listen to the fans!”
::Bam! Clothesline to the back of Hunter’s head. Boom! Running elbow to Jones, and then she starts patting his leg and looking at Hunter.::
Lula Davidson: "Bethany may finish this herself right now!
Jason Chase: “No! Vince go do something!”
::Bethany gets a running start as a still groggy Hunter is on his feet. Bethany raises her boot but Cole dodges it at the last possible second before pulling Bethany down with a school boy.::
::Bethany gets to his feet and catches Hunter with a scoop slam. Bethany reaches down and pulls Cole up by the head, grabs Cole by the throat and tosses him into a nearby corner. Bethany walks up and puts her boot in the throat of Hunter. The ref counts and Bethany releases the hole by four. Cole tries catching his breath but Bethany grips him by his throat again and damn near tosses Cole across the ring with a huge choke toss! Cole thuds onto the mat, near Jones.
Cole is on all fours, trying to get some distance from Bethany, but she just clubs a forearm into the neck and back of Hunter. Cole takes the shots and still crawls toward Jones. Bethany sees this and grabs Cole by the head. Bethany pulls Cole up to his feet. But Cole lands to hard chops to the sides of Bethany’s neck and Cole tags in Jones again.::
Jason Chase: “YES! Here comes Ma BOY!”
Lula Davidson: "I swear to all that is holy......”
Jason Chase: “No Duck tape!”
::Vince comes in with a springboard cross body that smears Bethany into the mat. Vince goes for the cover.::
1...
2...
::Kickout with authority as Jones gets pushed off of Bethany’s chest and lands a couple feet away. Bethany gets to her feet and he looks pissed. But instead, she walks over and tags in Ashley.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice team work here!”
Jason Chase: “No!”
::Ashley leaps the ropes and comes into the ring. Jones climbs to his feet but gets nailed with a massive cross body. But Vince quickly gets up, only to be hit with a double KISSOFF! Bethany quickly goes back to her side, as Ashely sneers at her, before going for the pin.::
1...
2...
3!!!
::The Ref Rings the bell, this match is over.::
Jamie Hensley: “Here are your Winners. KISS!”
::The camera shifts to the backstage area once again to find a deliverly man walking through the hallways until he comes to the door which reads “Kyle Travis” and knocks softly. Travis rips the door open with his Crowbar in one hand until he sees it was only a delivery man and chuckles.::
Kyle Travis: “Sorry man. Thought you were someone else.”
Delivery man: “.....I have a delivery......sign here please.”
Lula Davidson: "Poor guy is lucky Travis didn't brain him.”
Jason Chase: “Eh, that’s what they get hazard pay for.”
::The delivery man sees a bit off put by the strange man with the Crowbar but once the little electronic checker was signed he handed Kyle a small DVD case and turned walking away. Kyle turns the disc over in his hands before walking to the television in his locker room and sliding the disc into the reader.::
Lula Davidson: "A DVD?”
Jason Chase: “This.....doesn't bode well.”
::The image on the screen drained the color from Kyle's face. As if he couldn't believe his eyes. On the television was a house. It was a modest home, but very well put together. A dog could be heard from someone on the grounds.
The person behind the hand held camera never moved closer to the house, simply stood there watching and breathing in the darkening evening light. After a few moments a hand appeared, the nails weren't painted so obviously it wasn't Danika Bayne.::
Lula Davidson: "That's not Danika!”
Jason Chase: “Someone else? Someone who doesn't like what he is doing? A fan maybe?”
::The hand held up little que cards which read one after another.::
“Be careful that which you speak.”
“Be careful that which you see.”
“Be careful that which you seek.”
“Everyone has a pressure point.”
“Don't make me Press it.”
“You have been warned.”
::The DVD cut out and Kyle actually grabbed the television and tossed it clear across the room. He stood breathing deeply and staring down with his eyes narrowed in blind rage as the camera shifts back to the ringside area.::
Lula Davidson: "That doesn't strike me as The Children. It's to.....”
Jason Chase: “They don't give warnings.”
Lula Davidson: "Exactly!”
::the camera shifts from the announcers to the ring where Jamie stood.::
Lula Davidson: "This next matchup intrigues me Jason.”
Jason Chase: “The Pyscho vs the former Pyscho?”
Lula Davidson: "It's not that simple. It's the man who considers himself the personification of evil verse the man who is finally getting over his own demons.”
Jason Chase: “Like I said. Pyscho vs former Pyscho.”
Lula Davidson: "Leave it to you, to simplify it so severely.”
Jamie Hensley: “The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a no Disqualification match.....”
Jason Chase: “He's still an idiot for that......”
Lula Davidson: "What better way to issue a open invitation.”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first the Reighning World Wrestling Champion. Weighing in at Two hundred and Eighty-one pounds. He is the Silent Destroyer.....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: "You know, even though him and Talon have begun to work on their differences, it may be better to leave her in the back for this match.”
Jason Chase: “i have to agree with you. You can never tell what someone like Michael is thinking, or planning. Smart move by Sentinel.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Salem, Oregon by way of Pine Ridge, Florida. He is the Morning Star.....MICHAEL RIVERS!”
Lula Davidson: "now....where is he?”
Jason Chase: “Oh, you know he's gonna appear out of.....son of a bitch!”
::The camera turns to look at the announcers to find the painted form of Michael Rivers crouched on the barricade behind them. No music, no fanfare. He was simply crouched wearing his cargo jeans Ring gear.
Michael finally stepped between them to stand on the announce table. Michael finally dropped to the table and sat there staring up at the pacing Sentinel who was staring down at him without saying a word.::
Lula Davidson: "What.....exactly is Michael doing? HEY! What are you doing?”
::it was clear she was talking directly to the Morning Star who was seated on their announce table and watching Sentinel. If Michael ever answered it wasn't clear. Michael simply stared at Sentinel with a faint little smirk on his face as Sentinel paced.
After a full two minutes of.....nothing Sentinel finally threw up his hands in frustration and climbs out of the ring. Now, do not mistake this for letting his guard down. As he approached The Morning Star his entire body was coiled like a spring. Waiting for Michael to strike.
When Sentinel got within reach Michael launched himself off the table. Not at Sentinel, but sideways to the floor. Sentinel's head snapped to the side and his lips curled in irritation.::
Lula Davidson: "In the mood this man has been in lately, I don't think it's a smart idea to play games with him.”
Jason Chase: “Games seems to be what this guy does best.”
::Sentinel explodes forward trying to close the gap but Michael launches himself again, landing on the ring steps and then pushes off them to land on the other side. All of this was done backwards, without ever looking back. Sentinel hits the ring steps and slams his fists down on them and Michael grins.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh, I get it now! He's trying to throw Sentinel off his game. Trying to remind him of what happened a few weeks ago!”
Jason Chase: “Is that smart?”
Lula Davidson: "Yes.....and no.”
::Sentinel seemed to see the stairs and shake his head and this was all the opening that Michael needed. He explodes forward and uses the stairs to launch himself into the air and drives a shoulder into Sentinel that staggers him backwards.
Michael lands on his feet at a dead sprint and hits the announce table, jumps up onto it, and uses it to launch himself into the air, turns in midair and kicks Sentinel square in the face. Sentinel falls to the floor as Michael lands just in front of him on his hands and knees staring into the dazed face of Sentinel.::
Michael: “Come on Champ. Were just getting started.”
::The camera was close enough to pick up the words as Michael jumps back to his feet and leans into the ring apron where he rolls into the ring. Once back to his feet Michael back steps to the other side of the ring and leans on the ropes staring at the other side of the ring.
Sentinel, on the floor, shakes his head to clear his vision and then gets back to his feet. The look of frustration was now replaced by one of amusement as Sentinel realized what Michael had done. The big man slides into the ring and the bell rings for the match to officially begin.::
Lula Davidson: "Here we go! Now we officially have a match.”
Jason Chase: “Only took five minutes.”
Lula Davidson: "Good things come to those who wait.”
Jason Chase: “You know who says that? Poor people who have to use Layaway!”
::Sentinel marches to center ring as Michael leans back into the ropes and sprints at him. When Michael reaches Sentinel he ducks under a hard clothesline from the big man and rebounds off the next rope. Sentinel turns and aims a big boot but Michael drops and uses his momentum and speed to slide clear past Sentinel before popping up.
Sentinel turns around quickly to face Michael who is breathing deeply and staring back at the massive wall of flesh. Sentinel then slowly lifts his hands and actually claps for the man standing ahead of him.::
Jason Chase: “What is this?!”
Lula Davidson: "It's called Sportsmanship! And Sentinel is showing it!”
::Michael doesn't seem to care about sportsmanship. As Sentinel begins to clap his expression darkens and he rushes at Sentinel but this time the big man is ready. He grabs Michael coming in by the throat, lifts him up using his momentum and slams him to the mat with a huge spine buster.::
Lula Davidson: "JESUS! That had to hurt!”
Jason Chase: “Michael may want to look below the ring. For you know, a kidney or something.”
::Sentinel hooks the leg and the referee slides into positon.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
::Sentinel leans back on his knees as Michael rolls to his side and is seem to mouth “fucking hell” and touched his painted forehead to the mat. Sentinel pulls Michael to his feet by a handful of multi colorerd hair. Once he was on his feet Sentinel keeps him docile with a hard punch to the head.
With Michael dazed Sentinel hooks him up for a suplex, but when he gets his up Michael is able to slip out and land on his feet behind Sentinel. Michael doesn't waste any time and rushes for the ropes, rebounding but as soon as he comes off the ropes Sentinel is already there with his leg extended.
Michael slams into the big boot at full speed and lands so hard he literally sits up for a moment with his eyes glazed over before falling back to the mat.::
Lula Davidson: "good lord, Sentinel is in rare form tonight.”
Jason Chase: “And Michael seems to be giving his organs to research or something.”
::Sentinel again drops into the cover.::
Lula Davidson: "The Champion is dominating.”
Jason Chase: “but the challenger isn't going easy.”
::Sentinel leans back on his knees again, glances once at the Ramp and sees nothing then chuckles mockingly then moves to the corner and reaches under to grasp the chain from where it rested on the mat. Sentinel takes a moment to wrap the chain around his big ham of a fist then moves for The Morning Star.
With Michael still on the mat Sentinel swings a hard punch down with the chained fist only for Michael to roll out of the way and the fist slams into the mat. Sentinel jumps up cradling his hand as Michael rolls back to his feet. Michael looks from Sentinel to the outside and then quickly leaves the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "What is he doing?! Why doesn't he press Sentinel?!”
Jason Chase: “For once....we agree.”
::Michael is on the floor looking under the ring when Sentinel climbs down on the side and comes around. With the chain still wrapped around his fist Sentinel bears down on Michael. Sentinel again throws that punch and Michael pulls out from under the ring fully and the sound of flesh hitting metal rings out through the arena.::
Lula Davidson: "Sentinel punches the chair!”
Jason Chase: “Michael lured him in!”
::Sentinel staggers away holding his hand full blown now. Michael stalks behind, not striking again until Sentinel reaches the corner of the ring. The big man reaches out and grasps the ring post and Michael swings the steel chair that slams into the chained hand and the ring post.
This causes Sentinel to yell, not scream mind you, but yell and try and put some distance between himself and the demented Morning Star, but each time he turns and tries to use something for support Michael brings the chair down connecting with the hand again and again.::
Lula Davidson: "The Champ is in trouble!”
Jason Chase: “Michael told the world about his mean streak. I think we are seeing it! What's that, five total so far?”
Lula Davidson: "And notice our Champion is still standing!”
::Sentinel reaches down and grasps the stairs and Michael zooms in on the injured hand once again, but this time Sentinel was counting on it. He rips his hand back in time for the chair to slam into the stairs and Rivers drops the chair from the shockwaves.
Sentinel turns and grasps Michael around the waist with his good arm and lifts him up with a one handed gutwrench showing how powerful Sentinel truly is and instead of bringing him down on his knee, Sentinel slams Michael stomach and chest first on the steel stairs.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice save by the Champion!”
Jason Chase: “It's not enough, Sentinel is hurt!”
Lula Davidson: "Michael ain’t much better after that!”
::Sentinel backs up a few steps as Michael teeters on the stairs. Sentinel leans on the barricade a moment and then explodes forward and extends his leg and catches Michael in the side of the head that topples Rivers from the stairs to the floor.
Sentinel takes this time to stop a moment and catch his breath whole cradling the wounded hand against his chest. ::
Lula Davidson: "i don't think Michael is getting up from that kick.”
Jason Chase: “Getting up?! I don't think he will even know his name or who the president is.”
Lula Davidson: "Who is the president?”
Jason Chase: “Some jackass.”
Lula Davidson: "....Why do you have to call him a jackass?”
Jason Chase: “Who said him, they were all jackasses.”
Lula Davidson: "I can't....find fault in that statement.”
::After a few moments to gather himself Sentinel pulls Michael to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Once he had followed him in Sentinel rolls him onto his back and into the cover.::
ONE....
TWO!
::Between the two and three count Michael is able to twist his hips and roll Sentinel over into a reverse cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lula Davidson: "NO! He just got the shoulder up!
Jason Chase: “So close! A fraction of a second!”
::Both Sentinel and Michael get back to their feet at the same time and Michael hits a low blow that drops Sentinel to his knees. Michael moves back to the ropes and then comes forward to drive his knee into Sentinel's face but Sentinel drops down flat on the mat and Michael stumbles back him.::
Lula Davidson: "Sentinel ducks The Hellfire Knee!”
::Michael regains himself just as Sentinel is in midturn and drives a lariat with his bad arm into the back of Micheal’s neck. Michael drops to the mat and Sentinel drops into the cover holding his injured hand.::
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner.....Sentinel!”
Lula Davidson: "Say what you want about either of these man, but they put on a hell of a battle.”
Jason Chase: “And I don't think we have seen the last of them.”
::Just as Sentinel was having his arm raised “Thug Luv” hits and he turns wearily to face the entrance ramp as Vince Jones and his entire entourage walk through the curtain. Vince has the World Title wrapped securely around his waist. Keshawn stands on his right, with Right on his left and Jasmine standing behind them in all of her glory.
Jones smirks down at Sentinel then reaches down and actually rubs the World Title, as if mocking the Champion. This doesn't go over well for Sentinel who stands with his hands down to his sides, not willing to show the faintest hint of weakness in front of his nemesis.
Jonsey snaps his fingers at Reno who hands him a microphone.::
Vince Jones: “Yo, you alright Sentinel? Loose something? Yo Man heard your little speech about making this a No Disqualification match.....but why would I come out now? I have the title....and you put yourself into a match where you were bound to get hurt. Why would I stop that?”
::Sentinel looks like he wants to say something but in his signature style he stands firm and quiet as he stares up at Jones. Behind Sentinel Michael is pushing himself up to his knees and Jones looks behind the big man which causes Sentinel to turn his head just as it appears Michael is going to go for him.
Michael however drops to his hands and knees and begins to push himself backwards until he slides under the bottom rope all the while grinning at Sentinel, but the big man is in no moods to play games, let alone have them played on him.::
Vince Jones: “YO! GOMER!”
::Sentinel's head snaps back to the stage as Vince smacks the belt around his bare waist.::
Vince Jones: “I would give this back, but me keeping it is only me taking it a few weeks early.”
::Jones turns like he wants to leave and then turns back and adds.::
Vince Jones: “Oh, and congratulations about the hand.”
::Jones and his crew leaves as Jones laughs leaving the camera to come back to Sentinel alone in the ring and Seething.::
Lula Davidson: ".....I am not sure Vince knows what he is doing. Pissing this man off isn't smart.”
Jason Chase: “Seems to be working fine to me!”
::The camera shifts to the backstage area once again to find Silver Baron heading to what appears to be Oliver's office, most likely to thank him for making the match official. He makes it to catering when a sound draws his attention to behind him.
Baron turns and see's nothing at first so he continues around the corner where he finds himself face to face with the still partially painted face of Michael Rivers. The looks which cross the face of Baron range from shock, to rage, to flat out hate.::
Lula Davidson: "....How did he......”
Jason Chase: “I stopped trying to figure out how he gets to where he does along time ago Lula.”
Michael Rivers: “You ready for this?”
Baron: “You gonna run again bitch?”
::Michael flashes a smirk and turns and bolts back up the corridor with Baron hot on his heels and the camera man hot on Baron's heels. Michael leaps over a set of production containers without breaking stride and Baron is right behind him.
The camera man however cannot get over the box's before they have disappeared around the corner. By the time the camera man gets over them and to that corner the two are gone, disappeared deeper into the bowels of the building.::
Lula Davidson: "You know, I would hate to be Michael whenever Baron catches him.”
Jason Chase: “He has to catch him first!”
::The camera shifts back to ringside and Jamie in the ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall!!! Introducing first, wrestling out of New Orleans, Louisiana, this is ARTEMIS!!!”
::The light flash bright and fast as the music kicks in as Artemis struts out onto the stage. She glares at the crowd before she starts walking down the ramp.::
“Evil—knockin' at my door
Evil—making me its whore
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine
Evil wants you to know
I'm much too young to be owned
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine”
::As the lyrics play, Artemis continues to make her way to the ramp. She slips in between the ropes pausing halfway to scowl at the crowd. Once in the ring she stands in the middle and awaits her opponent.::
Lula Davidson: "This woman is not playing with a full deck!”
Jason Chase: “What was your first clue there, Lula?”
Lula Davidson: "Cole Hunter?”
Jason Chase: “Good clue.”
Jamie Hensley: “Her opponent, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 252 pounds, representing the Sin City Knights, “Double F” FRASER FREEMAN!!!”
::The titantron shows and image of fire blazing through a hospital and it blows up, the arena goes black as motorcycle revving 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 revving becomes a solid burr of the engine of Fraser Freemans Harley as he drives out onto the stage and stops just revving 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 it's a normal accessory 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: "I’m amazed he has started already.”
Jason Chase: “Are you saying he shouldn’t play by the rules?”
Lula Davidson: "I’m saying I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to kick the living hell out of her yet for what she’s done!”
Jason Chase: “Considering she hasn’t actually done anything, he would be vastly out of line!”
::The bell sounds and both competitors charge each other, Freeman looking for a clothesline. Artemis hooks his arm and swings up into a crucifix attempt. Freeman remains upright and then throws his feet out for a Samoan drop that smashes Artemis hard into the mat. Freeman starts to sit up and Artemis is able to roll him over into the crucifix she originally tried for.::
::Freeman sits forward and hooks Artemis’s leg.::
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::As they start to their feet, Artemis drills Freeman low and pulls him down into an inside cradle.::
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Lula Davidson: "Freeman just wants to smash her!”
Jason Chase: “And she’s… escaping with wrestling...”
Lula Davidson: "She’s gotta do something!”
Jason Chase: “I’m not complaining, just pointing out facts.”
::The two combatants get to their feet and Freeman clocks Artemis in the mouth. She staggers back to the ropes and Freeman kicks her in the stomach. Artemis doubles over and Freeman pulls her in, looking for a powerbomb. He elevates her and she reverses into a hurricanrana that sends Freeman through the ropes to the floor. Freeman hits hard and starts up almost immediately near the railing. Artemis climbs up to the ropes and jumps off the top. Freeman looks to catch her and Artemis reverses his slam into a ddt into the railing.::
Crowd: “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!”
::Artemis staggers away and rolls into the ring while the referee starts to count Freeman out.::
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::Seeing the referee counting, Freeman gets to his feet and starts for the ring. Artemis runs across the ring and rebounds off the far ropes. She comes back across and tries for a baseball slide. Freeman spins away and rolls into the ring while Artemis slides out to the floor. She dives back in and Freeman stomps on her as she comes in. Artemis flattens out on the mat and Freeman picks her up by the neck. Artemis breaks free and gives him a european uppercut. Freeman staggers, turning his back to her and Artemis runs up his back, looking for the Shutter. Freeman catches her high and brings her down for a British Bulldog-like over the shoulder running powerslam.::
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::Artemis clutches at his arms and rolls him over into a modified cradle that he blocks. As he lands on his back, she takes his arm and stretches it into a cross armbreaker. Freeman grabs the bottom rope and Artemis jumps up, dropping a knee at the arm. Freeman pulls it out and she hits knee first on the mat. Freeman catches her and puts her up on his shoulder. He sets for the Freefall when Cole Hunter hits the ring, the Five right behind him. Cole pulls Artemis down from Freeman’s grasp as Johnny Hull and Craig Bush take out Freeman’s knees from behind. The referee calls for the bell as Ray Smyth, Robert Resnick and Rod Fielding start putting the boots to Freeman on the mat. Robert and Rod sit Freeman up and Artemis hits him with the Shutter.::
Lula Davidson: "This is heinous!”
Jason Chase: “You had to know this was coming.”
Lula Davidson: "That doesn’t make it right.”
Jamie Hensley: “The winner of this match via disqualification, Fraser Freeman.”
::Suddenly, Cole Hunter snatches the microphone from Jamie’s hands.::
Cole Hunter: “A victorious appearance eludes the Protector… who protects the Protector?”
::Just as the words leave his mouth, the crowd erupts as Craven rushes down the aisle and dives into the ring, knocking Cole onto his face. Artemis starts to move in and Craven punches her. Ray punches Craven in the mouth and Johnny and Craig tackle him. Freeman tries to get up but eats kicks in his seated position from Robert and Rod. Freeman gets to all fours and Ray gives him a scissor strike to the back of his head, followed by an elbow smash.::
Lula Davidson: "Where the hell is Silver Baron! He said he'd be here!”
Jason Chase: “I think he is still chasing Rivers through the bowels of the Arena! Silver Baron has no idea this is happening!”
::Freeman goes down hard as Cole Hunter moves in and grabs Craven. He gives the young man a kick and then drills him with On The Hunt. Cole steps out to the floor and nods to Freeman. The Five roll him out to him and Cole hooks him up as Freeman dangles off the edge of the ring. Cole nods and then drills him with On The Hunt on the floor. The Five setup Craven on the edge of the ring and Artemis jumps through the ropes to give him the Shutter onto the floor as well.::
Lula Davidson: "MY GOD!!!”
Jason Chase: “Call down the thunder… don’t be surprised when the storm shows up.”
Lula Davidson: "Somebody has to stop them!”
Jason Chase: “I believe the fun… has just begun!”
::The U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner of the screen as The Five, Cole and Artemis stand proudly over their broken enemies.::
Lula Davidson: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first televised episode of Monday Night Mayhem!”
Jason Chase: “And what a night we have for you!”
Lula Davidson: "The World Champion takes on new up and comer Michael Rivers and Danika Bayne defends her undefeated streak against the red hot Bob Brooks!”
Jason Chase: “Not to mention we will see K.I.S.S. In action for the first time together in months and Frazer Freeman tries to get a measure of revenge against Artemis.”
::Before they can continue on “Born to Rise” hits the PA System and Oliver Georgio walked out to a massive ovation. He is all smiles as he walks down the ramp way. He shakes hands with some fans and waves to others on his way down to the ring and then into it where Jamie Hensley hands him a microphone.::
Oliver: “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first televised episode of Monday Night Mayhem. To all of you just meeting us, I am Oliver Georgio, president of The Unchained Wrestling Alliance, where we break the chains!”
::Oliver smiled wide as the crowd cheered before continuing.::
Oliver: “I won't keep you from the matches we have scheduled or the stars you really came out to see for long. I merely have a few announcements. We have officially signed some of the matches you will all be seeing LIVE from Raising Hell.
Now all of you know that Our World Champion Sentinel will be defending against Vince Jones however we will also see Ashley Kenyon defend her U.S. Title when she takes on her sister, Bethany Kenyon!”
Lula Davidson: "They have been on a collision course for weeks, its now official!”
Jason Chase: “And you have to wonder how Ashley will take that?”
::The crowd immediately began to boo Ashley and then broke into a massive cheer for Bethany. Oliver raised his hands for quiet and added.::
Oliver: “Also, after weeks and weeks and weeks of the two sides tormenting each other I have offically made the match. The Silver Baron will get his chance to get his hands on Michael Rivers.”
Lula Davidson: "The Devil Vs The Schizo!!”
Jason Chase: “No sleep tonight after all!”
Oliver: “One last thing. We will not be having a Mayhem next week. Instead we will be having a Super show that will air the Sunday just before Mayhem normally airs. Now, Enjoy the show!”
::”Born to Rise.” hits again and Oliver makes his way out.::
Lula Davidson: "Well, what a night for anouncements, now we were supposed to see a tag team match for the start of our show, but it seems that parts of that match aren't here yet, so instead....
Jason Chase: “WOOHOO! Danika Bayne!”
Lula Davidson: "Can we get some wipes for Jason here?”
Jason Chase: “.......”
::Can't Stop begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage. He's carrying a large tri pod with a camera perched on top over his shoulder, similar to how some baseball players might carry their baseball bat. Most noticeably, Bob is wearing the UWA Television Championship around his waist. 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 tri pod 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: "Two weeks ago, Bob Brooks assaulted Amy Zing and stole the Television Championship.”
Jason Chase: “She stole it from Lacey Roberts. Bob just took it back from a thief. It is not stealing if you steal from a thief.”
Lula Davidson: "Amy Zing beat Lacey Roberts fair in the ring.”
Jamie Hensley: “From Toronto by way of Hollywood, weighing 215 Bob BROOKS.”
::Bob takes the mic from Hensley.::
Bob: “That’s UWA Television Champion Bob BROOKS!”
Lula Davidson: "Is he serious?”
Jason Chase: “He beat the champion.”
::As the crowd jeers and boos, Bob Brooks pulls the Television Championship off his waist and raises it into the air, making sure the camera caches him. He hands the title off at ringside.::
Lula Davidson: "It wasn’t in a match. He jumped her.”
Jason Chase: “Don’t bother him with details.”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "It has been a rough few weeks for the Children of Nephilim, ever since Kyle Travis returned to target them.”
Jason Chase: “Rough? Rough?! This is a shell of a man. I cannot even stand to look at this anymore. The way he panders to these idiots around here. He used to stand for something but.....now.”
Lula Davidson: “He used to stand for himself!”[/font]
Jason Jason Chase: “That's something!”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "Kyle Travis has targeted the Children of Nephilim, seemingly willing to face them alone, stating that he disappointed with them, and bored and tired of them, so he is going to destroy them.”
Jason Chase: “I don't know if he's brave or just foolish, but they don't seem afraid, like there is something they are holding back.”
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” Danika BAYNE!”
::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.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne has been impressive since she began competing in the ring. Bob Brooks has seemingly come out of no where with a vast amount of improvement in recent weeks. This should be an interesting match to watch.”
::The referee signals for the bell. Danika and Bob circle each other and lock up. Bob shoots Danika into the ropes, and hits her with a shoulder block. He shoots the ropes, Danika drops down, Bob leaps over her. As he comes back, Danika leapfrogs over him and catches Bob with a hip toss.::
Lula Davidson: "And Danika Bayne takes control early in this match.”
::Bob gets back to his feet, and the Harbinger moves in for the attack but Bob catches Danika with an armdrag, holding on as he applies an armbar. Getting to her feet, Danika manages to roll out of the move and flip Bob on to his back.
Lula Davidson: "An impressive display by Danika Bayne, who shows herself to be a bit unpredictable in the ring.”
Jason Chase: “It helps.”
::Bob is quick to his feet, and Danika is even quicker on the attack, connecting with a dropkick. She catches him and takes him over in a snap suplex.::
Lula Davidson: "Suplex by Danika, displaying that technical ability.”
Jason Chase: “I hate to compliment the Children, given everything they have done, but Danika is good.”
::Getting to her feet, the Harbinger goes for a standing moonsault, but Bob manages to get his feet up. Danika bounces off, holding her midsection and starts to get to her feet, but Bob takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. He quickly goes for a cover.::
Jason Chase: “But Bob Brooks is a fighter.”
Lula Davidson: "Neckbreaker and a cover by Bob Brooks.”
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Lula Davidson: "And the Harbinger kicks out.”
::Trying to keep his momentum going, Bob gets into position and tries for a running bulldog. Danika is able push him off and catch him with a head scissors takedown, and then nails a spinning heel kick to Brooks.::
Lula Davidson: "And here comes Danika, taking Bob Brooks down.”
Jason Chase: “Bob Brooks is a champion; he can find a away to win. It’s what champions do.”
Lula Davidson: "He’s not a champion.”
Jason Chase: “Then why does he have a title.”
::The Harbinger pulls Brooks up, but his is able to push her off, whipping her into the corner, and charges after her. Danika catches the corner, pulling herself up leaping over Bob as he hits the corner.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika Bayne with an Irish whip, but Bob Brooks reverses and shoots Danika into the corner, but Danika avoids the impact.”
::Danika nails a few kicks to Bob, then backflips out, landing on her hands, and then charges in and hits him with a splash. She pulls Bob out of the corner and lets him drop as she then rolls him over for a cover.::
Lula Davidson: "An impressive display by Danika Bayne as she nails a splash.”
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Lula Davidson: "But Bob Brooks kicks out!”
Jason Chase: “That was close.”
::Danika pulls Bob up and shoots him into the corner. She comes charging in, but Bob is able to avoid the impact and take Danika down with a tornado DDT. He quickly gets to his feet and connects with a fist drop. He quickly goes for a cover. Bene Elohim looks on trying not to be concerned.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks with a sudden burst of offense, nailing a DDT and dropping the fist! He covers!”
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Lula Davidson: "Somehow Danika Bayne kicked out!”
Jason Chase: “Bob Brooks has finally really come into his own it seems. He can only get better.”
::Bob seems a bit surprised his combination did not get the job done there, and argues with the ref who confirms the two count. Getting to his feet, he stomps on the Harbinger and then bends over, as if he is taking a photo of her. Bob moves to the ropes, stepping through, and waiting for Danika to get to her feet.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks seems a little shocked he did not get the pin there.”
Jason Chase: “I am to. But Danika is tough.”
::The crowd breaks out into an Amy Zing chant that is clearly directed at Bob Brooks. He climbs down from the apron and goes to yell at the crowd by the barricade.::
Bob: “Amy Zing is gone! I’m TV Champion!”
Lula Davidson: "I would not be so confident in that if I were Bob Brooks.”
Jason Chase: “Nah, he got the job done. That’s why he is a champion.”
Lula Davidson: "Is not.”
::He reiterates this statement to the other side, then to seemingly anyone who will listen as he stands by the barricade.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks needs to focus more on Danika Bayne and less on the crowd.”
Jason Chase: “He’s got this.”
::It is this distraction that has allowed Danika Bayne enough time to recover and roll to the outside. The crowd cheers as Danika displays an amazing display of balance and agility as she jumps the barricade, running along it and spearing Bob Brooks in a moment captured on numerous flashing cameras.::
Lula Davidson: "And Danika Bayne spears Bob Brooks from the barricade! What an impressive display of agility!”
Jason Chase: “Okay, maybe he doesn’t have this.”
::Both competitors are down for a moment. Danika is first to recover. She picks Bob up, but he is able to shove her off and rams her into the apron. He rolls her into the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks is not out of the fight yet, shoving Danika into the apron and back into the ring.”
::Bob takes a brief moment to taunt the crowd and then slides into the ring, trying to get into position for the Shutterbug…::
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks looks to lock in the Shutterbug.”
Jason Chase: “This could end it.”
::Somehow, Danika fights out of it and nails Bob Brooks with a Pele kick. Bob drops to the mat like a ton of bricks, rolling to the edge on his stomach, his foot hanging out of the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "The Pele Kick!”
Jason Chase: “Then again, this could do it.”
::Danika pulls Bob back into the ring, rolling him over and going for a pin.::
Lula Davidson: "Bayne goes for a cover…”
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::The referee stops counting as he points out that Bob Brooks managed to get his foot on the bottom rope. Danika tries not to show any disappointment that her kick didn’t get the job done.::
Lula Davidson: "And Bob Brooks gets his foot on the rope.”
Jason Chase: “That goes to show how much Bob Brooks has improved in the last year. A year ago, the Pele Kick would have ended this match and he wouldn’t have the ring presence to get his foot on the rope.”
::She pulls Bob away from the ropes and moves to his head, trying to apply a submission hold.::
Lula Davidson: "Danika looks to be trying to finish this with some sort of submission hold.”
::Danika takes a quick look around the arena before turning back to Bob Brooks, who nails her in the midsection and drives her into the mat with a P.S.D. He quickly grabs her legs as he goes for the pin.::
Lula Davidson: "The Photoshop Drop! Where did that come from!?”
Jason Jason Chase: “YES!”
Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks with a cover!”
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Lula Davidson: "Bob Brooks just beat Danika Bayne!”
Jason Chase: “I think that’s the first time she’s lost! Is it?”
::Bob Brooks rolls out of the ring before they make it, grabbing the TV Title and holding it up, cheering as he runs, like he just won the title or successfully defended it.::
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner…“Photographer” Bob BROOKS!”
::Bob hugs the Television Championship to his chest. Inside the ring, Danika has recovered. Her face may not show it, but there is anger in her eyes. Bene Elohim looks very upset.::
Jason Chase: “Champions find a way to win. It is what they do.”
Lula Davidson: "He’s not a champion.”
Jason Chase: “But he did win.”
::“Kashmir” by Bond plays over the arena to the cheers of the crowd. “The Canadian Legend” Kyle Travis walks out with a crowbar in one hand, a mic in the other and looks at Danika Bayne still inside the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes Travis.”
Travis: “I think what we have here is a failure to communicate, Danika. Now first of all, you assume I beat the hell out of a minion because I could. That is partially true. But, what you missed, in yet another great blonde moment, was the simple fact that I proved I can get to your people and that I am willing to, like I did a few weeks ago, and like I did now. I proved I do not fear you. You expected that little display two weeks ago to scare me? No Danika. It didn’t. It may have a year ago, when people did not realize how pathetic and weak the Children of Nephilim actually are. Honestly, I can’t even believe Lula and Chase when they try to hype you guys as monsters anymore. I’ve seen kids at Halloween scarier and more threatening than the Children of Nephilim.”
Jason Chase: “Ouch.”
Travis: And second, I am well aware that the teddy bear you talk to is neither real, nor is he possessed. Two weeks again, when I said those things, I was insulting you, you stupid bimbo. It was a joke. But clearly, you do not understand a joke, despite that is exactly what the Children of Nephilim have become. A couple of people here seem to have got it.”
::Travis points to the crowd.::
Travis: “I see a sign with a Teddy Ruxpin with a devil tail, horns and a pitchfork, and another that says “My Teddy Bear is Evil”. I like those. Someone get those people shirts.”
::Travis glances toward the back.::
Travis: “I’ll cover the shirts Jerry.”
::Shaking his head a bit, Travis turns his attention back to the Children of Nephilim.::
Travis: “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that you do not understand what a joke is, despite being accompanied by a joke to the ring every time you wrestle and leading what has become a joke. I mean you didn’t understand how a challenge works, so why would you understand a joke.”
::Danika seems to be in control of her emotions, but Ananiel and Ramiel seem like they want to shut him up, yet do not move.::
Travis: “Now I suppose I should ask why a teddy bear, but to be honest, I assume it is because a teddy bear represents the innocence of children and whatnot. Personally, I would have gone creepy Victorian doll or some sort of clown, because it is creepy and you are clowns.”
::“The Canadian Legend” turns and actually looks down to the ring.::
Travis: “Then again, I would have had the balls to step forward and reveal myself from the beginning as the leader of the Children of Nephilim rather than hide behind a child’s toy and give orders to my children while I was safe like a pathetic, sniveling, cowardly little bitch!”
::There is a cheer from the crowd. For the first time, Danika looks angry.::
Lula Davidson: "That may have done it.”
Travis: “We both know how this is going to play out, I challenge you, you refuse, then you go out back to talk to the teddy bear and he’ll go on about how great he is and all the usually lines.
::Travis makes the “yak-yak-yak” motion with his hand. He stops and turns to look down at Danika, his voice turns angry, defiant.::
Travis: “If your master is so great, so powerful, so awesome that he will rise from the Abyss with the fiendish hordes and usher in his dark heaven, his thousand years of darkness upon the UWA, why is he hiding like a coward behind a nanny cam giving you orders every single person in this building expect you and the losers you throw robes onto to make you look bigger than you are knows you are going to fail to accomplish?”
Travis: “At Raising Hell Danika, I do not want you in the ring. I know you’re going to refuse the challenge anyway only to challenge me to save face. No Danika, at Raising Hell, I am challenging you master to a match!”
Lula Davidson: "Whoa!”
Jason Chase: “Did he just?”
Lula Davidson: "Yes.”
Travis: “Now I know after I leave, you will go into your locker room, probably have Bene Elohim beat up on this guy, because the only fight they can win is against a man who’s already knocked out, and you’ll talk to the bear who will probably say I am unworthy.”
For a moment, Travis smirks.
Travis: “Now you can step into the ring with me Danika, to defend his honor and fight me in his name, if he backed down. But in that moment he refuses me, in that one moment he says no, he will not step into the ring against me at Raising Hell, he will have put the nail in the coffin of the Children of Nephilim, because from that moment on, no matter what you say, no matter what you do, the entire world will know that your leader, your all powerful dark father, your master is nothing more than a measly, sniveling, spineless, yellow-bellied, pathetic coward!”
Jason Chase: “Whoa!”
Lula Davidson: "Yeah.”
Travis: “The choice is his.”
:: “Kashmir” hits the Pa System once again and Kyle drops his microphone with a clatter. He turns for the entrance ramp but before he can even reach it a pyro erupts between him and the entrance to the backstage. Kyle stops dead in his tracks, but other then that he seems truly unphrased by this and turns to look back at the ring with a raised brow.
Kyle points between the entrance and the ring twice as if to say “this is it? This is your big showy display? Really?” Danika however had positioned herself in the center of the ring and dropped to her knees as if in Prayer. Ananiel of Bene Elohim hands her a microphone from her kneeling position and she positions it below her bowed head.::
Danika Bayne: “Not. Just. Yet. Heretic.”
Lula Davidson: "Whoa!”
Jason Chase: “Well, isn't that creepy.”
::the words spoken with pauses between each word and her head never came up.::
Danika: “HE understands humor. HE see's it in the face of the masses when they buy your merchandise. HE see's it in the faces of Children everywhere. They smile. They praise. They chant....and HE finds it humorous.”
::Kyle goes to raise his microphone and begin talking but no sound comes out. Danika never looks up from her position of Prayer, but seems to know this.::
Lula Davidson: "Could he be in the production truck?!”
Jason Chase: “Nah, faulty mic!”
Danika Bayne: “HE demands your silence.”
::For a moment Danika stands silent, the only sound her breathing then.....::
Danika Bayne: “HE has reasons for all he does. Why he chose the bear. Why not a doll? That shall be revealed in time, and once you know HIM you will understand why a doll was never an option. However HE also told me that HE knew you would try and circumvent his flock.
It is like the climb up the mountain. You cannot simply.....hitch your line to the top. First....you must conquer the hill, before you can reach the summit. You have reached the first base....you have bested HIS Angels. Now, you must get past HIS Harbinger.”
::When Danika's head came up the lights of the arena flashed out leaving two spotlights on. One on her in the ring and the other....on Kyle Travis. Kyle shuttered in mock terror with a laugh as Danika watched him.::
Danika Bayne: “You, do not decide when HE will show himself. HE decides and HE.....is not yet ready to reveal himself. His Harbinger is doing what the Mother and Father failed to do.....Her Job. So Kyle you must face me first.....Raising Hell....HE has decreed that you shall face me.....and Oliver will agree....as it is after all.....what is best for business.”
::The spotlight on the Danika flashed out then leaving the only one on Kyle Travis himself, but she spoke in the darkness.::
Danika Bayne: “.....HE will be in touch Kyle. TONIGHT!”
Lula Davidson: “Tonight?! Like.....TONIGHT?!”
Jason Chase: “Their leader is here?!”
::Mayhem shifts from the shocked faces of the announcers to a commercial break for Red bull, Aspirin and Viagra and has barely had time to return from its first commercial break when "The Sentinel" by Celldweller tears through the arena sound system sans opening. Through the curtain, to a mixture of reactions leaning more toward negative than positive, steps the UWA World Heavyweight Champion...though you wouldn't know it to look at him. He's ten pounds light in the form of the title belt. At his side is Talon and she looks no happier than the Destroyer as they make their way down the ramp toward the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "This had to happen sooner or later tonight. After what Vince Jones perpetrated two weeks ago..."
Jason Chase: “Now don't you go pinnin' this on my boy, Lula. You know good an' well it was Reno acting of his own accord!"
Lula Davidson: "You're seriously going to sit there with a straight face and tell me he didn't get marching orders from Jones to steal the champion's title?!"
Jason Chase: “You want to accuse Jonesy to his face?"
::The only pause in the champion's march is to hold the ropes for Talon to enter the ring before stepping in himself. Jamie Hensley doesn't even get a chance to introduce them before Sentinel walks up to her and holds out his hand for the microphone. There's nothing in his manner that's directly malicious, but those red eyes of his are burning and Jamie is quick to hand over the stick before leaving the ring. The music dies down and Sentinel starts to pace back and forth, stopping at points to lift the mic before lowering it again as though he can't quite get the words out.::
Jason Chase: “I think he forgot how to talk again!"
Lula Davidson: "Say that a little louder, Jason. I'd love to see what he'd do to you."
::Finally, after several moments during which he gets more than his share of angst and hate from the crowd, Sentinel hands over the microphone to Talon who accepts it and immediately shows that she's far from tongue-tied.::
Talon: "You should be thankful right now, Vince. We walked through the doors not five minutes ago..."
::She gestures towards the backstage area.::
Talon: "...and were immediately met by Olivier Georgio. He was kind enough to inform us that my Destroyer is not to come near you tonight, that if he beats you into a twitching pile without provocation that there would be consequences."
Lula Davidson: "Oh, come on! Usually I agree with the owner, but that's just not right!"
Jason Chase: “It's best for business! He can't allow this red-eyed beast to ruin the pay-per-view main event, can he?!"
::Despite the hell they're giving Sentinel, the fans aren't pleased by this piece of news. In the background someone's holding up a sign reading "Hoss Fight", fitting what the people are after in this situation most eloquently. Sentinel continues to pace in the background while Talon, despite her obvious feelings on this situation, continues on with a smile.::
Talon: "And on top of that, you've proven that once in a while, your little entourage can be useful! Shall we give Reno a round of applause for his accomplishment in the field of grand larceny?"
::Yeah, the fans are having none of that, much to Talon's delight. That smile is short-lived; the Angel of Sin locks her acidic stare on the camera and lifts the mic again.::
Talon: "Did you really think you'd get away with it? Did you forget that you're dealing with people who know how you operate? Or are you really as stupid as you act?"
::Sentinel steps up next to Talon now, gesturing for the stick. She says something to him that isn't picked up, to which he nods before she acquiesces. Sentinel walks to the ropes, leaning on them with the mic held up and a little half-smile on his face.::
Sentinel: "No, baby..."
::Talon comes up next to him at which point he switches hands, putting an arm around her as she looks up at him with a grin.::
Sentinel: "...he's just a creature of habit, though you're on to something with the 'forgetting' part."
::Turning back to the camera, Sentinel keeps that expression of his going.::
Sentinel: "See, Vince, you've proven over and over again that you've got no interest in stepping up to someone like a man. Unless your opponent's back is turned, you'd rather keep a safe distance and spew 'mad street' with all the eloquence of a jacked-up crackhead. You've proven it how many times now? Once by getting my attention and giving Ashley Kenyon the win of her career? Twice by having your 'boy' swipe my property? But what happened when you got up in my grill, as your kind would say, two weeks ago?"
::Cut to a replay of the altercation between Jones and Sentinel two weeks ago where Jones tried to take the title from the champion by force only to catch a beating and a free flight over the top rope. When we return to the ring, Sentinel is gazing at the screen with an exaggerated look of surprise complete with a sympathetic wince. Talon is just smirking her red head off.::
Sentinel: "Guess that's why you got a problem with confrontations. Or maybe it's because everyone has already seen me beat your ass one-two-three in the middle of this ring. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because you know that on your best goddamn day there's no way on God's green earth that you can win that title from me straight-up."
::His eyes move first, then the rest of his head. All forms of mirth are gone now. Sentinel's glaring at the camera and the red eyes only make it look more fearsome.::
Sentinel: "See, after Olivier laid down the law to me, I decided to make a request. Don't know if you read the papers or not, but tonight I'm going one on one with the so-called Morning Star himself. I've got a hell of a fight on my hands, no pun intended. But despite that, I asked our venerable owner to make that match no disqualification."
Lula Davidson: "Wait, what?!"
Jason Chase: “Okay, he has my attention now..."
Lula Davidson: "I question how smart that is! Michael Rivers is dangerous even on the worst of days!"
::Letting that tidbit sink in, Sentinel brings the mic back up.::
Sentinel: "And he was fine with that. More eyes on screens and hits on the website, right? But that's not why I did it. Remember, Vince: I know how you operate."
::He taps his temple with his index finger, standing up straight now.::
Sentinel: "And you won't be able to resist coming down to that ring and sticking your nose in my business. After all, costing me a match, which would make three lossea in a row, that's quite the carrot to dangle in front of a man who needs every advantage he can get. And with no rules to get in the way, you'd be able to do it with impunity.
And that's what I'm counting on. Rivers doesn't matter to me, Jones. I want you and every one of your helmet-wearing, short-bus-riding assholes lined up in front of me so I can mow you down like a runaway semi. But as I've said over and over, you don't do well with challenges, and that's why I've upped the stakes like this. Because for me, it's win-win."
::He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and comes up with a UWA trading card, a little something that gets packed into every piece of merchandise purchased or ordered online with the likeness of the superstar to whom the merchandise alludes. This particular card displays Vince Jones, but scrawled over the glossy surface in blazing white, in all caps, is the word 'BITCH'.::
Lula Davidson: "Hah! He pulled Jones's bitch card!"
Jason Chase: “Oh, REAL mature!"
::Waving it back and forth a bit, getting raucous laughter from the arena, Sentinel keeps the card in sight as he speaks again.::
Sentinel: "Either you come down here during my match to take some free shots, after which I'm going to smear you across the mat so hard that it rubs the black off you...or you're going to stay backstage with your ill-gotten gains and be what this card says you are. So what's it gonna be, Jonesy? I guess we'll find out later on."
::Turning to leave, Sentinel heads toward the ropes with the card pocketed again, but stops before he's halfway through as though he'd forgotten something. Turning back to the camera, he leaves a final thought.::
Sentinel: "And if you DO decide to come down and take your beating like a man? I suggest leaving the title backstage. Mostly because I don't want to have to pay for a new one after I wrap it around your neanderthal skull."
::"The Sentinel" hits again as Sentinel holds the ropes for Talon, then leaves the ring himself. He shows off the card again as they head up the ramp and toward the backstage area, the cameras then turning to Lula and Jason.::
Jason Chase: “You know what? He's asking for it and he's gonna get it! No one punks out Jonesy!"
Lula Davidson: "I think he just did, Jason! Now we'll see how the not-champion reacts!"
Jason Chase: “Seriously, this fangirl crap you've got going for Sentinel is really pathetic."
Lula Davidson: "At least I'm not spewing stupid jive talk like you do!"
::Cameras turn to the backstage area to find Fraser Freeman unloading his stuff into the locker room. Craven was shown sitting in the corner looking, truth be told, a little worse for wear and Baron was looking through his bag.::
Fraser: “Yo, Baron. You got us tonight bro?”
Baron: “Of course, you know I got your back Frase.”
Craven: “good, cuz I am tired of getting my ass kicked.”
::Both Fraser and Baron both chuckled and then went back to getting ready for the night and the camera's shifted to the ringside area once again.::
Jason Chase: “And the very thing they are concerned about, is coming up next.”
Lula Davidson: "Speak of the devil.....”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at Two hundred pounds. He is COLE.....HUNTER!”
The lights go out and Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" starts. A strobe effect playing in time to the riff to allow all eyes to find Cole Hunter standing in the shadows of the 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. He kisses it and then points it around to the fans as if to say "I could have you... or you... or you..." He steps into the ring and makes his way to a corner, facing the entrance way, waiting for his next victim to arrive as the lights come back up. ::
Lula Davidson: "Considering how dominate this guy has been lately, it makes sense to team him with who they did.”
Jason Chase: “Ma BOY!”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New York City, New York and weighing in at Two hundred and Sixty-Nine pounds. He is....Yo Boy.....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: "And now for a pair who haven't been on the same page in months!”
Jason Chase: “But could they be any hotter?”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New Orleans, Louisiana and at a combined weight of Two Hundred and Seventy-Five pounds. The are Ashley and Bethany Kenyon......Katt Industries Special Services!”
::Black Spiders “Kiss Tried To Kill Me” hits the Pa System and the girls come out side by side. Ashley stone faced with the US Title over her shoulder and Bethany behind her all bouncy and Bethany like. Together they head down the ramp way, Beth high fiveing fans and Ashley staring up into the ring.
When they get to the ring Ashley just slides inside while Beth climbs up and bends at the waist to get in, teasing the fans who pop before heading in herself.::
Lula Davidson: "Now we see how well these two can coexist.”
Jason Chase: “I vote for.....not?”
::The bell rings. Bethany tries to tell Ashley to exit the ring so he can start but Ashley doesn’t listen. Bethany shrugs and leaves herself so Ashley can take on Jones.::
Lula Davidson: "Isn't the first time these two have locked up.”
Jason Chase: “She aint got shit on Yo Boy!”
::Ashley and Vince circle a bit before Ashley comes in with a lightning quick kick to the ribs. Vince winces in pain as Ashley follows up with a few more kicks, to various parts of Vince’s body. Ashley reaches up and brings Vince’s head down to her level and sends it back up with a double knee to the forehead. This causes Vince to stumble back against the ropes as Ashley runs toward the ropes and hits him with a head scissor take down. The crowd pop.
Ashley runs towards Vince again, but the black man is able to get underneath her and take her down with an arm drag. Vince hops up to his feet and lands a beautiful looking dropkick that takes the surprised Ashley down to the mat. Vince looks to grab the leg to start a submission but Ashley kicks Vince away and he gets back to his feet quickly. Again the crowd pops.::
Lula Davidson: "The Crowd getting behind Ashley now!”
Jason Chase: “I don't think she cares.”
::The two lock up again ad Vince is quick to break it up with a forearm to the jaw of Ashley. Vince lands a few more shots and then one good right hand and that stumbles Ashley backward. Vince runs towards his side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and leaps into the air with both his knees in front of him. But Ashley sees it coming and he bails out of the way. Vince ricochets off the ropes and down onto his spine on the mat.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice counter by Ashley here.”
Jason Chase: “Come on Jonsey!”
::Ashley hits a springboard leg drop and goes for a pin.::
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
::He pushes Ashley off of him and climbs back to his feet. He motions for Ashley to bring it on as Vince gets into a boxing stance. He combo’s on Ashley’s face a few times before Ashley gets tired of being rocked. Ashley goes low and shoots in for a double leg but Vince sprawls back, blocking it in the process. Vince rolls over and locks in a rear naked clutch that has Ashley gasping for air. Ashley’s hands say it all. There flailing around, loose and in no particular direction. Vince has the move locked in tight. Ashley seems to be fading.::
Lula Davidson: "Jones may prove here why he was one of our most dominate US Champions.”
Jason Chase: “On the other!”
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
2...
KICKOUT!
::Ashley is on the ground, gasping for air after being in the hold. Vince climbs to his feet and walks over and tags in Cole, who comes right in and starts dragging Ashley to her feet. Cole lays in a knife edge chop then pulls Ashley in and drops him with a snap suplex.
Cole holds onto the move and brings Ashley up again and drops her with another snap suplex. Then another, finishing it off with another suplex. Cole looks to follow it up with a triangle choke but Cole can’t seem to get it while Ashley is trying to squirm away. Ashley does however, grab Cole’s legs and go for a pin.::
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
2...
KICKOUT!
::The two tie up and Cole gets the upper hand. Cole swings a punch but Ashley ducks it and hits Cole with a dropkick. Cole stumbles back into the ropes, uses them to come back but Ashley crawls underneath Cole’s legs and she tags in Bethany, who comes in like a bat out of hell!::
Lula Davidson: "Here comes the elder sister!”
Jason Chase: “Listen to the fans!”
::Bam! Clothesline to the back of Hunter’s head. Boom! Running elbow to Jones, and then she starts patting his leg and looking at Hunter.::
Lula Davidson: "Bethany may finish this herself right now!
Jason Chase: “No! Vince go do something!”
::Bethany gets a running start as a still groggy Hunter is on his feet. Bethany raises her boot but Cole dodges it at the last possible second before pulling Bethany down with a school boy.::
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
2...
KICKOUT!
::Bethany gets to his feet and catches Hunter with a scoop slam. Bethany reaches down and pulls Cole up by the head, grabs Cole by the throat and tosses him into a nearby corner. Bethany walks up and puts her boot in the throat of Hunter. The ref counts and Bethany releases the hole by four. Cole tries catching his breath but Bethany grips him by his throat again and damn near tosses Cole across the ring with a huge choke toss! Cole thuds onto the mat, near Jones.
Cole is on all fours, trying to get some distance from Bethany, but she just clubs a forearm into the neck and back of Hunter. Cole takes the shots and still crawls toward Jones. Bethany sees this and grabs Cole by the head. Bethany pulls Cole up to his feet. But Cole lands to hard chops to the sides of Bethany’s neck and Cole tags in Jones again.::
Jason Chase: “YES! Here comes Ma BOY!”
Lula Davidson: "I swear to all that is holy......”
Jason Chase: “No Duck tape!”
::Vince comes in with a springboard cross body that smears Bethany into the mat. Vince goes for the cover.::
1...
2...
::Kickout with authority as Jones gets pushed off of Bethany’s chest and lands a couple feet away. Bethany gets to her feet and he looks pissed. But instead, she walks over and tags in Ashley.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice team work here!”
Jason Chase: “No!”
::Ashley leaps the ropes and comes into the ring. Jones climbs to his feet but gets nailed with a massive cross body. But Vince quickly gets up, only to be hit with a double KISSOFF! Bethany quickly goes back to her side, as Ashely sneers at her, before going for the pin.::
1...
2...
3!!!
::The Ref Rings the bell, this match is over.::
Jamie Hensley: “Here are your Winners. KISS!”
::The camera shifts to the backstage area once again to find a deliverly man walking through the hallways until he comes to the door which reads “Kyle Travis” and knocks softly. Travis rips the door open with his Crowbar in one hand until he sees it was only a delivery man and chuckles.::
Kyle Travis: “Sorry man. Thought you were someone else.”
Delivery man: “.....I have a delivery......sign here please.”
Lula Davidson: "Poor guy is lucky Travis didn't brain him.”
Jason Chase: “Eh, that’s what they get hazard pay for.”
::The delivery man sees a bit off put by the strange man with the Crowbar but once the little electronic checker was signed he handed Kyle a small DVD case and turned walking away. Kyle turns the disc over in his hands before walking to the television in his locker room and sliding the disc into the reader.::
Lula Davidson: "A DVD?”
Jason Chase: “This.....doesn't bode well.”
::The image on the screen drained the color from Kyle's face. As if he couldn't believe his eyes. On the television was a house. It was a modest home, but very well put together. A dog could be heard from someone on the grounds.
The person behind the hand held camera never moved closer to the house, simply stood there watching and breathing in the darkening evening light. After a few moments a hand appeared, the nails weren't painted so obviously it wasn't Danika Bayne.::
Lula Davidson: "That's not Danika!”
Jason Chase: “Someone else? Someone who doesn't like what he is doing? A fan maybe?”
::The hand held up little que cards which read one after another.::
“Be careful that which you speak.”
“Be careful that which you see.”
“Be careful that which you seek.”
“Everyone has a pressure point.”
“Don't make me Press it.”
“You have been warned.”
::The DVD cut out and Kyle actually grabbed the television and tossed it clear across the room. He stood breathing deeply and staring down with his eyes narrowed in blind rage as the camera shifts back to the ringside area.::
Lula Davidson: "That doesn't strike me as The Children. It's to.....”
Jason Chase: “They don't give warnings.”
Lula Davidson: "Exactly!”
::the camera shifts from the announcers to the ring where Jamie stood.::
Lula Davidson: "This next matchup intrigues me Jason.”
Jason Chase: “The Pyscho vs the former Pyscho?”
Lula Davidson: "It's not that simple. It's the man who considers himself the personification of evil verse the man who is finally getting over his own demons.”
Jason Chase: “Like I said. Pyscho vs former Pyscho.”
Lula Davidson: "Leave it to you, to simplify it so severely.”
Jamie Hensley: “The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a no Disqualification match.....”
Jason Chase: “He's still an idiot for that......”
Lula Davidson: "What better way to issue a open invitation.”
Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first the Reighning World Wrestling Champion. Weighing in at Two hundred and Eighty-one pounds. He is the Silent Destroyer.....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: "You know, even though him and Talon have begun to work on their differences, it may be better to leave her in the back for this match.”
Jason Chase: “i have to agree with you. You can never tell what someone like Michael is thinking, or planning. Smart move by Sentinel.”
Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Salem, Oregon by way of Pine Ridge, Florida. He is the Morning Star.....MICHAEL RIVERS!”
Lula Davidson: "now....where is he?”
Jason Chase: “Oh, you know he's gonna appear out of.....son of a bitch!”
::The camera turns to look at the announcers to find the painted form of Michael Rivers crouched on the barricade behind them. No music, no fanfare. He was simply crouched wearing his cargo jeans Ring gear.
Michael finally stepped between them to stand on the announce table. Michael finally dropped to the table and sat there staring up at the pacing Sentinel who was staring down at him without saying a word.::
Lula Davidson: "What.....exactly is Michael doing? HEY! What are you doing?”
::it was clear she was talking directly to the Morning Star who was seated on their announce table and watching Sentinel. If Michael ever answered it wasn't clear. Michael simply stared at Sentinel with a faint little smirk on his face as Sentinel paced.
After a full two minutes of.....nothing Sentinel finally threw up his hands in frustration and climbs out of the ring. Now, do not mistake this for letting his guard down. As he approached The Morning Star his entire body was coiled like a spring. Waiting for Michael to strike.
When Sentinel got within reach Michael launched himself off the table. Not at Sentinel, but sideways to the floor. Sentinel's head snapped to the side and his lips curled in irritation.::
Lula Davidson: "In the mood this man has been in lately, I don't think it's a smart idea to play games with him.”
Jason Chase: “Games seems to be what this guy does best.”
::Sentinel explodes forward trying to close the gap but Michael launches himself again, landing on the ring steps and then pushes off them to land on the other side. All of this was done backwards, without ever looking back. Sentinel hits the ring steps and slams his fists down on them and Michael grins.::
Lula Davidson: "Oh, I get it now! He's trying to throw Sentinel off his game. Trying to remind him of what happened a few weeks ago!”
Jason Chase: “Is that smart?”
Lula Davidson: "Yes.....and no.”
::Sentinel seemed to see the stairs and shake his head and this was all the opening that Michael needed. He explodes forward and uses the stairs to launch himself into the air and drives a shoulder into Sentinel that staggers him backwards.
Michael lands on his feet at a dead sprint and hits the announce table, jumps up onto it, and uses it to launch himself into the air, turns in midair and kicks Sentinel square in the face. Sentinel falls to the floor as Michael lands just in front of him on his hands and knees staring into the dazed face of Sentinel.::
Michael: “Come on Champ. Were just getting started.”
::The camera was close enough to pick up the words as Michael jumps back to his feet and leans into the ring apron where he rolls into the ring. Once back to his feet Michael back steps to the other side of the ring and leans on the ropes staring at the other side of the ring.
Sentinel, on the floor, shakes his head to clear his vision and then gets back to his feet. The look of frustration was now replaced by one of amusement as Sentinel realized what Michael had done. The big man slides into the ring and the bell rings for the match to officially begin.::
Lula Davidson: "Here we go! Now we officially have a match.”
Jason Chase: “Only took five minutes.”
Lula Davidson: "Good things come to those who wait.”
Jason Chase: “You know who says that? Poor people who have to use Layaway!”
::Sentinel marches to center ring as Michael leans back into the ropes and sprints at him. When Michael reaches Sentinel he ducks under a hard clothesline from the big man and rebounds off the next rope. Sentinel turns and aims a big boot but Michael drops and uses his momentum and speed to slide clear past Sentinel before popping up.
Sentinel turns around quickly to face Michael who is breathing deeply and staring back at the massive wall of flesh. Sentinel then slowly lifts his hands and actually claps for the man standing ahead of him.::
Jason Chase: “What is this?!”
Lula Davidson: "It's called Sportsmanship! And Sentinel is showing it!”
::Michael doesn't seem to care about sportsmanship. As Sentinel begins to clap his expression darkens and he rushes at Sentinel but this time the big man is ready. He grabs Michael coming in by the throat, lifts him up using his momentum and slams him to the mat with a huge spine buster.::
Lula Davidson: "JESUS! That had to hurt!”
Jason Chase: “Michael may want to look below the ring. For you know, a kidney or something.”
::Sentinel hooks the leg and the referee slides into positon.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
::Sentinel leans back on his knees as Michael rolls to his side and is seem to mouth “fucking hell” and touched his painted forehead to the mat. Sentinel pulls Michael to his feet by a handful of multi colorerd hair. Once he was on his feet Sentinel keeps him docile with a hard punch to the head.
With Michael dazed Sentinel hooks him up for a suplex, but when he gets his up Michael is able to slip out and land on his feet behind Sentinel. Michael doesn't waste any time and rushes for the ropes, rebounding but as soon as he comes off the ropes Sentinel is already there with his leg extended.
Michael slams into the big boot at full speed and lands so hard he literally sits up for a moment with his eyes glazed over before falling back to the mat.::
Lula Davidson: "good lord, Sentinel is in rare form tonight.”
Jason Chase: “And Michael seems to be giving his organs to research or something.”
::Sentinel again drops into the cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lula Davidson: "The Champion is dominating.”
Jason Chase: “but the challenger isn't going easy.”
::Sentinel leans back on his knees again, glances once at the Ramp and sees nothing then chuckles mockingly then moves to the corner and reaches under to grasp the chain from where it rested on the mat. Sentinel takes a moment to wrap the chain around his big ham of a fist then moves for The Morning Star.
With Michael still on the mat Sentinel swings a hard punch down with the chained fist only for Michael to roll out of the way and the fist slams into the mat. Sentinel jumps up cradling his hand as Michael rolls back to his feet. Michael looks from Sentinel to the outside and then quickly leaves the ring.::
Lula Davidson: "What is he doing?! Why doesn't he press Sentinel?!”
Jason Chase: “For once....we agree.”
::Michael is on the floor looking under the ring when Sentinel climbs down on the side and comes around. With the chain still wrapped around his fist Sentinel bears down on Michael. Sentinel again throws that punch and Michael pulls out from under the ring fully and the sound of flesh hitting metal rings out through the arena.::
Lula Davidson: "Sentinel punches the chair!”
Jason Chase: “Michael lured him in!”
::Sentinel staggers away holding his hand full blown now. Michael stalks behind, not striking again until Sentinel reaches the corner of the ring. The big man reaches out and grasps the ring post and Michael swings the steel chair that slams into the chained hand and the ring post.
This causes Sentinel to yell, not scream mind you, but yell and try and put some distance between himself and the demented Morning Star, but each time he turns and tries to use something for support Michael brings the chair down connecting with the hand again and again.::
Lula Davidson: "The Champ is in trouble!”
Jason Chase: “Michael told the world about his mean streak. I think we are seeing it! What's that, five total so far?”
Lula Davidson: "And notice our Champion is still standing!”
::Sentinel reaches down and grasps the stairs and Michael zooms in on the injured hand once again, but this time Sentinel was counting on it. He rips his hand back in time for the chair to slam into the stairs and Rivers drops the chair from the shockwaves.
Sentinel turns and grasps Michael around the waist with his good arm and lifts him up with a one handed gutwrench showing how powerful Sentinel truly is and instead of bringing him down on his knee, Sentinel slams Michael stomach and chest first on the steel stairs.::
Lula Davidson: "Nice save by the Champion!”
Jason Chase: “It's not enough, Sentinel is hurt!”
Lula Davidson: "Michael ain’t much better after that!”
::Sentinel backs up a few steps as Michael teeters on the stairs. Sentinel leans on the barricade a moment and then explodes forward and extends his leg and catches Michael in the side of the head that topples Rivers from the stairs to the floor.
Sentinel takes this time to stop a moment and catch his breath whole cradling the wounded hand against his chest. ::
Lula Davidson: "i don't think Michael is getting up from that kick.”
Jason Chase: “Getting up?! I don't think he will even know his name or who the president is.”
Lula Davidson: "Who is the president?”
Jason Chase: “Some jackass.”
Lula Davidson: "....Why do you have to call him a jackass?”
Jason Chase: “Who said him, they were all jackasses.”
Lula Davidson: "I can't....find fault in that statement.”
::After a few moments to gather himself Sentinel pulls Michael to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Once he had followed him in Sentinel rolls him onto his back and into the cover.::
ONE....
TWO!
::Between the two and three count Michael is able to twist his hips and roll Sentinel over into a reverse cover.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Lula Davidson: "NO! He just got the shoulder up!
Jason Chase: “So close! A fraction of a second!”
::Both Sentinel and Michael get back to their feet at the same time and Michael hits a low blow that drops Sentinel to his knees. Michael moves back to the ropes and then comes forward to drive his knee into Sentinel's face but Sentinel drops down flat on the mat and Michael stumbles back him.::
Lula Davidson: "Sentinel ducks The Hellfire Knee!”
::Michael regains himself just as Sentinel is in midturn and drives a lariat with his bad arm into the back of Micheal’s neck. Michael drops to the mat and Sentinel drops into the cover holding his injured hand.::
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner.....Sentinel!”
Lula Davidson: "Say what you want about either of these man, but they put on a hell of a battle.”
Jason Chase: “And I don't think we have seen the last of them.”
::Just as Sentinel was having his arm raised “Thug Luv” hits and he turns wearily to face the entrance ramp as Vince Jones and his entire entourage walk through the curtain. Vince has the World Title wrapped securely around his waist. Keshawn stands on his right, with Right on his left and Jasmine standing behind them in all of her glory.
Jones smirks down at Sentinel then reaches down and actually rubs the World Title, as if mocking the Champion. This doesn't go over well for Sentinel who stands with his hands down to his sides, not willing to show the faintest hint of weakness in front of his nemesis.
Jonsey snaps his fingers at Reno who hands him a microphone.::
Vince Jones: “Yo, you alright Sentinel? Loose something? Yo Man heard your little speech about making this a No Disqualification match.....but why would I come out now? I have the title....and you put yourself into a match where you were bound to get hurt. Why would I stop that?”
::Sentinel looks like he wants to say something but in his signature style he stands firm and quiet as he stares up at Jones. Behind Sentinel Michael is pushing himself up to his knees and Jones looks behind the big man which causes Sentinel to turn his head just as it appears Michael is going to go for him.
Michael however drops to his hands and knees and begins to push himself backwards until he slides under the bottom rope all the while grinning at Sentinel, but the big man is in no moods to play games, let alone have them played on him.::
Vince Jones: “YO! GOMER!”
::Sentinel's head snaps back to the stage as Vince smacks the belt around his bare waist.::
Vince Jones: “I would give this back, but me keeping it is only me taking it a few weeks early.”
::Jones turns like he wants to leave and then turns back and adds.::
Vince Jones: “Oh, and congratulations about the hand.”
::Jones and his crew leaves as Jones laughs leaving the camera to come back to Sentinel alone in the ring and Seething.::
Lula Davidson: ".....I am not sure Vince knows what he is doing. Pissing this man off isn't smart.”
Jason Chase: “Seems to be working fine to me!”
::The camera shifts to the backstage area once again to find Silver Baron heading to what appears to be Oliver's office, most likely to thank him for making the match official. He makes it to catering when a sound draws his attention to behind him.
Baron turns and see's nothing at first so he continues around the corner where he finds himself face to face with the still partially painted face of Michael Rivers. The looks which cross the face of Baron range from shock, to rage, to flat out hate.::
Lula Davidson: "....How did he......”
Jason Chase: “I stopped trying to figure out how he gets to where he does along time ago Lula.”
Michael Rivers: “You ready for this?”
Baron: “You gonna run again bitch?”
::Michael flashes a smirk and turns and bolts back up the corridor with Baron hot on his heels and the camera man hot on Baron's heels. Michael leaps over a set of production containers without breaking stride and Baron is right behind him.
The camera man however cannot get over the box's before they have disappeared around the corner. By the time the camera man gets over them and to that corner the two are gone, disappeared deeper into the bowels of the building.::
Lula Davidson: "You know, I would hate to be Michael whenever Baron catches him.”
Jason Chase: “He has to catch him first!”
::The camera shifts back to ringside and Jamie in the ring.::
Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall!!! Introducing first, wrestling out of New Orleans, Louisiana, this is ARTEMIS!!!”
::The light flash bright and fast as the music kicks in as Artemis struts out onto the stage. She glares at the crowd before she starts walking down the ramp.::
“Evil—knockin' at my door
Evil—making me its whore
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine
Evil wants you to know
I'm much too young to be owned
I don’t mind
If you take what's yours but give me mine”
::As the lyrics play, Artemis continues to make her way to the ramp. She slips in between the ropes pausing halfway to scowl at the crowd. Once in the ring she stands in the middle and awaits her opponent.::
Lula Davidson: "This woman is not playing with a full deck!”
Jason Chase: “What was your first clue there, Lula?”
Lula Davidson: "Cole Hunter?”
Jason Chase: “Good clue.”
Jamie Hensley: “Her opponent, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 252 pounds, representing the Sin City Knights, “Double F” FRASER FREEMAN!!!”
::The titantron shows and image of fire blazing through a hospital and it blows up, the arena goes black as motorcycle revving 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 revving becomes a solid burr of the engine of Fraser Freemans Harley as he drives out onto the stage and stops just revving 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 it's a normal accessory 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: "I’m amazed he has started already.”
Jason Chase: “Are you saying he shouldn’t play by the rules?”
Lula Davidson: "I’m saying I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to kick the living hell out of her yet for what she’s done!”
Jason Chase: “Considering she hasn’t actually done anything, he would be vastly out of line!”
::The bell sounds and both competitors charge each other, Freeman looking for a clothesline. Artemis hooks his arm and swings up into a crucifix attempt. Freeman remains upright and then throws his feet out for a Samoan drop that smashes Artemis hard into the mat. Freeman starts to sit up and Artemis is able to roll him over into the crucifix she originally tried for.::
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
2…
KICKOUT!!!
::Freeman sits forward and hooks Artemis’s leg.::
1…
2…
ROLL OVER REVERSAL BACK INTO A CRUCIFIX!!!
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
::As they start to their feet, Artemis drills Freeman low and pulls him down into an inside cradle.::
1…
2…
SHOULDER UP!!!
Lula Davidson: "Freeman just wants to smash her!”
Jason Chase: “And she’s… escaping with wrestling...”
Lula Davidson: "She’s gotta do something!”
Jason Chase: “I’m not complaining, just pointing out facts.”
::The two combatants get to their feet and Freeman clocks Artemis in the mouth. She staggers back to the ropes and Freeman kicks her in the stomach. Artemis doubles over and Freeman pulls her in, looking for a powerbomb. He elevates her and she reverses into a hurricanrana that sends Freeman through the ropes to the floor. Freeman hits hard and starts up almost immediately near the railing. Artemis climbs up to the ropes and jumps off the top. Freeman looks to catch her and Artemis reverses his slam into a ddt into the railing.::
Crowd: “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!”
::Artemis staggers away and rolls into the ring while the referee starts to count Freeman out.::
1…
2…
3…
::Freeman starts to stir and looks up into the ring to see Artemis smirking down at him.::
4…
5…
6…
::Seeing the referee counting, Freeman gets to his feet and starts for the ring. Artemis runs across the ring and rebounds off the far ropes. She comes back across and tries for a baseball slide. Freeman spins away and rolls into the ring while Artemis slides out to the floor. She dives back in and Freeman stomps on her as she comes in. Artemis flattens out on the mat and Freeman picks her up by the neck. Artemis breaks free and gives him a european uppercut. Freeman staggers, turning his back to her and Artemis runs up his back, looking for the Shutter. Freeman catches her high and brings her down for a British Bulldog-like over the shoulder running powerslam.::
1…
2…
KICKOUT!!!
::Artemis clutches at his arms and rolls him over into a modified cradle that he blocks. As he lands on his back, she takes his arm and stretches it into a cross armbreaker. Freeman grabs the bottom rope and Artemis jumps up, dropping a knee at the arm. Freeman pulls it out and she hits knee first on the mat. Freeman catches her and puts her up on his shoulder. He sets for the Freefall when Cole Hunter hits the ring, the Five right behind him. Cole pulls Artemis down from Freeman’s grasp as Johnny Hull and Craig Bush take out Freeman’s knees from behind. The referee calls for the bell as Ray Smyth, Robert Resnick and Rod Fielding start putting the boots to Freeman on the mat. Robert and Rod sit Freeman up and Artemis hits him with the Shutter.::
Lula Davidson: "This is heinous!”
Jason Chase: “You had to know this was coming.”
Lula Davidson: "That doesn’t make it right.”
Jamie Hensley: “The winner of this match via disqualification, Fraser Freeman.”
::Suddenly, Cole Hunter snatches the microphone from Jamie’s hands.::
Cole Hunter: “A victorious appearance eludes the Protector… who protects the Protector?”
::Just as the words leave his mouth, the crowd erupts as Craven rushes down the aisle and dives into the ring, knocking Cole onto his face. Artemis starts to move in and Craven punches her. Ray punches Craven in the mouth and Johnny and Craig tackle him. Freeman tries to get up but eats kicks in his seated position from Robert and Rod. Freeman gets to all fours and Ray gives him a scissor strike to the back of his head, followed by an elbow smash.::
Lula Davidson: "Where the hell is Silver Baron! He said he'd be here!”
Jason Chase: “I think he is still chasing Rivers through the bowels of the Arena! Silver Baron has no idea this is happening!”
::Freeman goes down hard as Cole Hunter moves in and grabs Craven. He gives the young man a kick and then drills him with On The Hunt. Cole steps out to the floor and nods to Freeman. The Five roll him out to him and Cole hooks him up as Freeman dangles off the edge of the ring. Cole nods and then drills him with On The Hunt on the floor. The Five setup Craven on the edge of the ring and Artemis jumps through the ropes to give him the Shutter onto the floor as well.::
Lula Davidson: "MY GOD!!!”
Jason Chase: “Call down the thunder… don’t be surprised when the storm shows up.”
Lula Davidson: "Somebody has to stop them!”
Jason Chase: “I believe the fun… has just begun!”
::The U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner of the screen as The Five, Cole and Artemis stand proudly over their broken enemies.::