Monday Night Mayhem #5 Live from Seattle, Washington

[UWAStaff]

::The Seattle concert hall was standing room only when the people began to file in for U.W.A.'s fifth show. World was spreading quickly now about the product that UWA was putting out. The fans were on their feet as the camera panned around to show the sold out crowd. The camera panned to a few of the signs in the crowd including “Please leave him Jeszika!” and “Aerynn for President” and “Good 'ol boy for life!” before coming to the announcers sitting at ringside.::

LD: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the fifth edition of Monday Night Mayhem! And I am happy to announce that last show saw Jason start and finish the show standing for the first time in...almost a month.”

JC: “Very funny you little twat.”

LD: "Did you just say that?”

JC: “Indeed. Problem?”

LD: ".....Not worth it. Anyway! What a show we have for you folks tonight! Our World Champion takes on member of that creepy Dark Camelot group Stalker Knight. We also have new comers J-Shades and Skylar in action.”

JC: “And the winner of his debut match Vince Jones takes on new comer Jamison Houck. Sounds like a good drink to me.”

LD: "Not to mention our World title challenger Pauly vs Kaylyn Evans! That girl picked up her first win last week!”

JC: “And of course, my boys in Sang Real get yet another win on the rednecks.”

LD: "Yeah, that's not gonna happen.”

JC: “We shall see!”

LD: "And of course, the match no one wanted to see. The two most hated men in UWA, Broderick Montgomery and Kyle Travis face off in our main event with Sentinel as the special guest referee and if Kyle impresses President Georgio then he gets a spot in the North American Championship match.”

JC: “And we all thought the whole punishing Brody kick was over, guess it started up again.”

LD: "What is that supposed to mean?”

JC: “Sentinel has no place in this match!

LD: "And Brody had no right doing half the stuff he's done since he came here, but I don't see you whining like a little girl.”

JC: “......”

LD: "Thought so.”

Jamie Hensley: “The first match of the night is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Toranto, Canada. Weighting in at One hundred and Twenty-five pounds, she is SKYLAR!”

"Don't Bless me father, for I have sinned"

::Whispers are heard over the speakers before the opening guitars of "Going to Hell" by the Pretty Reckless hits. The lights flash wildly and SKylar runs out onto the stage, pulling devil horns above her head. Once on the stage, she drops her hands to her sides and jumps up and down on her toes a few times, getting herself hyped up.::

"Father did you miss me,
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again."

::As the fast beats of the music pump through the stadium and it energizes her runs down to the ring, sliding on under the bottom rope before jumping up and making her way to the top turn buckle. She pulls the horns again before pointing out across the crowd, soaking in the reaction.::

"For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!"

::She then leaps off the turnbuckle, bouncing a few times in time with the music before she stops and waits for her opponent.::

LD: "Another of our influx of new comers into U.W.A. May she have a good long run here!”

JC: “I quite agree. Yummy.”

LD: "....One show. That's all I ask. One show without you being a pig.”

Jamie Hensley: “And her opponent from The Forgotten Borough. Weighting in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds. He is the Bad Boy J-Shades!”

::The "uh, uh, uh oh!" Of Pavlove is heard in the arena.::

LD: "Another of the new additions!”

::The lights go dim as the piano chords are played, then the arena lights go up with a flash of red pyro from the stage as the guitar enters and the song kicks into high gear.::

JC: “The more the merrier!”

::J-Shades Walks onto the stage with his head held high in the air, a confident smirk on his face. He looks out at the crowd for a moment, nodding and smiling and excepting the cheers like it's music to his ears. He yells out "Let's do this!" and starts down the ramp, shaking his arms at his sides like he's pumped for action.

He gets to the ring steps and runs up them to the left-side ring apron, turning to the crowd using one arm to hang off the ropes and the other motioning the crowd to keep the noise coming, and a wave of White fireworks go off behind him in the ring, confidence smirk never leaving his face. The pyro stops and he gets into the ring.

Skylar and Shades come to the center of the ring where the referee waves for the bell. Skylar extends her hand and to everyone's surprise Shades takes it. Skylar actually smiles before the two lock up and Shades easily backs her into the corner. He leans his shoulder into her then whips her across the ring. Shades comes across the ring after her but what Skylar lacked in size she made up for in quickness. One second she was in the corner and the next she had pulled herself up over the top rope leaving Shades to slam full speed into the empty corner.::

LD: "What a counter by Skylar!”

JC: “The smaller one running away. Surprise, surprise.”

LD: "Hey, if it works.”

::When Shades shattered out of the corner Skylar arched a single long leg over the top rope and caught him in the face knocking him back into the corner. The woman measured him a moment before backing up to the opposite side of the ring and taking a running start.

Skylar uses the ropes as stairs of sorts and lands on Shades shoulders for a headscissors but Shades was one step ahead of her. As she began to turn around the scissors movement his arms came up and he spun with her bringing her down back and neck first into the corner.::

JC: “Good god, I think she's dead.”

LD: "....No she's moving.”

JC: “Well that's good....hate to see a dead pretty girl.”

LD: "....See that wasn't even smooth. Try harder next time.”

JC: “.....”

::Shades pulls Skylar out of the corner and drops into the cover.::

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KICKOUT!!

::No arguing with the referee from shades as he simply leans up on his knees and pulls Skylar up by the hair. A knee to the stomach keeps her docile as he walks to the ropes and leans her into them. Shades whips Skylar across the ring but she counters into a whip of her own that goes nowhere. Shades puts the brakes on the whip and pulls her hard back toward him and slides behind her to hit a beautiful neck breaker.::

LD: "Beautiful sequences of counters there.”

JC: “Anything with Skylar is beautiful. That better?”

LD: "Moderately yes.”

::Shades again drops down but instead of going for a cover he attempts to lock in the cross face but Skylar immediately begins to squirm toward the ropes until she finally rolls out of the ring. Skylar stayed on the outside of the ring with Shades pacing back and forth and motioning for her to come back into the ring.::

LD: "Smart play by Skylar.”

JC: “Not bad for a rookie.”

LD: "Maybe she's done her homework on the sport?”

::When the referee reached the eight count Skylar slid back into the ring quickly. She hoped the quick movement would take the larger shades by surprise, however Shades was quick in his own right and when she popped up Shades rocked her with a hard right hand.

Shades backs Skylar into the ropes with two more right hands, grabs her by the wrist and goes to whip her across the ring but as he yanks her off the ropes and drives a knee into her stomach doubling her over. A hard clubbing blow sends her to the mat and once there shades starts to tie up her legs.::

LD: "Shades tries for another submission.”

JC: “And Skylar slithers out of it again! I really like this girl.”

::With a twist of her legs Skylar slides out of his grasp and rolls out of the ring once again. As Skylar backs into the announcers table Shades, in the ring, begins to finally lose his cool.::

LD: "Looks like her strategy is starting to work.”

JC: “JC: “It's about time.”

::Once again Skylar waits until she gets close to the ten count before sliding back itno the ring. Like before she tries to come into the ring as quickly as possible to take Shades by surprise and like before Shades had her scouted. When she slid into the ring he began to put the boots to her, but this time when his foot came down she grabbed the leg and twisted rolling him into a small package. The Referee slides into positon.::

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THREE!!

LD: "She did it! She took him by surprise.”

JC: “It was pure luck, we all know it.”

Jamie Hensley: “Your winner, Skylar!!!”

::The camera flashed to a ad for Spring Slaughter and when it returned it found Garbage man in the ring and the crowd mildly booing.::

Garbage Man: “I’m out here tonight because…”

:: Johnny was interrupted by the crowd chanting.::

Crowd: “Beat by Kaylyn! Beaten by Kaylyn!”

Garbage Man: “So she beat me, her first match in the UWA! But I let her win. I did it because I know what it is like to wrestle in your first match. Plus unlike these other guys here in this business, I am a gentleman! But that’s not why I came out here tonight… Oh no. I came out here to discuss what happened in my match with her. Roll the video footage!

You see! She kicked me straight in the balls. In front of the referee! Now I thought the match we had was a US Title Qualifying match, not a no disqualification match. So she cost me the match. I got cheated out of moving on. When I came here to wrestle in the UWA I thought wrestlers would be fair and not cheat... But Kaylyn cheated. I was honorable and never once cheated in that match.”

::The crowd boos.::

Garbage Man: “So Oliver Goergio, what type of business are you running?! Where a wrestler doesn’t get disqualified for low blowing someone? I guess all you care about is the money? Well I’ll tell you what. Kaylyn James, since you cost me a shot at the North American Title, I’m going to cost you a match! Yes, I am going to cheat you out of a match. It might be tonight, it might be a month from now. Hell it might even a few years down the road... But mark my words I will make sure you lose your match!”

::Dropping the mic, The Garbage Man would make his way to the ropes and climb over the top roe as he got down form the ring and made his way to the back. A promo for Spring Slaughter airs. When the scene shifts back to the ring, Connor Murphy, dressed in his wrestling gear, and Gabriel Krown, who is not dressed in his wrestling gear, are seated at the announce position.::

Krown: “Tonight’s UWA is brought to you by porn and cat videos, it’s what the Internet is all about.”

Murphy: “And here comes the bathroom break match.”

::Jamie Hensley stands in the ring.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following match is set for one fall!”

::The lights go out, the arena pitch black. The song cuts in with Tech screaming "HOOOOOOOOO!". As Tech begins to chant "Evil Brain, Angel Heart", the lights alternate red and white in the arena. At 36 seconds, with the line "Fuckin right I'm a maniac and I'm lovin' it", Jameson moshes onto the stage and spreads his arms wide, roaring into the air. As the song continues to play, the lights come back on and Jameson jogs down to the ring while unzipping his hoodie. Upon reaching the ring, the hoodie is flung into the crowd, but never his beloved Tigers cap. That is always handed to the ring announcer. About that time, Tech has hit the chorus and begun to again chant "Evil Brain Angel Heart". The lights again flicker during the chant. At the end of the chorus, the lights go out once more for a short period of time, revealing when they come on that Jameson has climbed a ring post to the second rope, and is standing with arms wide open toward the crowd.::

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 240 pounds…Jameson “Brick” Houck!”

Murphy: “An acceptable athlete from a filthy, filthy, poor city.”

Krown: “The man’s last name is the same sound as Goofy’s laugh.”

::The drum roll immediately leads into "Take a Look at My Life" by Fat Joe as Vince Jones and his lovely valet and girlfriend, Jasmine "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling" burst through the entryway curtains. Vince makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms above his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old crew, the EDW. Jasmine stands behind him and looks out at the crowd with a rather smug look plastered across her face. Vince lowers his arms and begins marching towards the ring followed by Jasmine. Along the way Vince talks smack and antagonizes each and every person that he can that disapproves of his presence. They both reach the ring and enter. Vince Jones climbs the turnbuckle raises his arms in the air and once again flashes the EDW hand sign for the crowd to see. After taking in all of the hate from the crowd he immediately climbs back down to the mat and readies himself for battle.::

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent is accompanied to the ring by Jasmine Shelly, he is from New York City, New York and weighs at 147 pounds…Vince Jones!”

Murphy: “If she listed every nickname this man has, we’d be here all night.”

Krown: “Ten seems a little excessive.”

::The referee calls for the bell and the two men circle each other. The two men lock up. Jameson takes an early lead with an arm bar, and then nails Jones in the collar bone with his elbow. Jones steps away, rubbing his collar bone. Jameson moves in and starts to throw a few punches, and takes Jones down with a discus forearm.::

Murphy: “The pride of Detroit, which is not much, versus the man of a thousand nicknames.”

Krown: “Who will win this bathroom break match? Who will care that this is even happening? I for one do not.”

::As Jones gets to his feet, Jameson is warned about punches by the referee. Jones takes Jameson down with a sudden clothesline. As “Asshole Supreme” gets back to his feet, “the One Man Dynasty” nails him with another clothesline and then connects with an elbow drop. He gets to his feet, throwing up the EDW sign as Jameson rolls to his side and starts to get to his feet. “Jonesy” moves in and pulls Jameson into a DDT, but Jameson is able to counter out and turn it into a short-arm clothesline.::

Murphy: “Look. It’s a black guy who was in a gang in his youth but got out. That’s not cliché at all.”

Krown: “It’s not racist if it is true.”

::Pulling “The Jones” up, Jameson shoots him across the ring and connects with a standing dropkick, knocking “NYC's Most Rough” down. Jameson follows by shooting Jones into the ropes as soon as he gets back to his feet and knocks him back down with a shoulder block.::

Murphy: “Jameson here representing the city of Detroit, which honestly I think America should just burn down for the insurance money.”

Krown: “Nice to know that saving the automobile industry did nothing to help that city. Thank God I’m rich and do not have to care about the poor at all.”

Murphy: “I know I don’t.”

::Wanting to keep the momentum on his side, “Brick” shoots the ropes again and goes for a seated senton, but Jones rolls out of the way. As he manages to get back to his feet, Jameson is taken down by Jones with a release German suplex. Jones rolls him over for a cover.::

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Kick out!

Krown: “What do you think of Jasmine?”

Murphy: “Nothing I can say on TV.”

Krown: “But something you can say on the Internet?”

Murphy: “Oh, I would more than likely do that for a week and get bored with her.”

::Jones pushes Jameson down and drops an elbow, but misses as “Brick” rolls out of the way. As Jones gets to his feet, rubbing his elbow, Jameson nails him with a European uppercut and sends him across the ropes with an Irish whip and hoists him up with an Samoan drop. He hooks the leg.::

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Kick out!

Murphy: “Of all the questions revolving around tonight, you have to wonder how we managed to book an opera house.”

Krown: “I actually think myself and Georgio are the only people here tonight wearing suits, which is a first for this place.”

Murphy: “First time this place as ever had fat woman dressed like a teenage slut, and it is a dark, dark day for this opera house. Many of our fans are not cultured people, or bathed, but this is Seattle and it is full of filthy hippies and dirty grunge fans.”

::“Brick” gets to his feet and waves for “the Killa and the King” to get back to his feet. As he does, Jameson positions him for a Russian leg sweep. Jones manages to counter out of it and nails the DDT, driving him into the mat.::

Krown: “Jones grew up on the streets of New York and joined one of the gangs of New York, which was not as fun as the movie made it out to be. Jameson was on the street because no one in Detroit has money to afford things.”

Murphy: “Yeah, but it is Detroit and it has always been a dump. At least New York has culture and nightlife. Detroit has the wish it was a better city.”

::Trying to end the match early, Jones moves to the turnbuckle, throwing up his EDW hand sign as he does. He waits for Jameson to get to his feet and dives for the Neck Cutter. Jasmine claps for Jones as he dives.::

Murphy: “Oh look, Jones is going for a clothesline.”

Krown: “He does that a lot. Hey, don’t you have a match to get ready for?”

Murphy: “Meh. It’s only Shawn Worley.”

::Out of nowhere, somehow, someway, Jameson hits a desperation European uppercut. However, Jones still knocks into him. “Brick” hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. The referee starts his count.::

Murphy: “And the man from America’s empty warehouse capital, unlike his hometown, will not give up.”

Krown: “In Detroit, the man who makes “Closed” and “Going Out of Business” signs would have made a fortune there, except, ironically, he went out of business.”

::Jones shakes the cobwebs from his head and rolls out of the ring while Jasmine shouts encouragement. He lifts Jameson up and slides him inside the ring and then enters after him. “Brick” gets to his knees, starting to get to a standing position only to be hit with the Jaw Jacka. Jones goes for a cover.::

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Thr…shoulder up!

Murphy: “Jameson will not give up and die like that piece of crap city he calls home.”

Krown: “Detroit, Michigan: where Hope goes to slit its wrists because it knows tomorrow will not get better.”

::Jones gets to his feet, sensing victory. He brushes his shoulder off on to Jameson, and then lifts him up off the mat. He shoots him into the ropes, but Jameson counters and pulls Jones into a spinebuster, hooking the leg for a pin.::

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Thr…kick out!

Murphy: “If you think it is unfair we are not mocking New York, it is because New York has art, music, culture, fashion, and pretty much everything Detroit wishes it had before it went bankrupt.”

Krown: “There is a list of cities Detroit wishes it was, which includes New York, Boston and Hiroshima after the bomb. Oh how it envies Hiroshima after the bomb.”

::Outside the ring, Jasmine looks pleased that her man kicked out. Trying to keep momentum on his side, “Brick” pulls “Jonesy” off the mat and shoots him into the corner. He charges in. At the last moment, Jones is able to move out of the way and allows Jameson to hit the turnbuckle. As he steps away, Jones tries to lock in a full nelson slam. However, somehow, Brick is able to counter out and attempts a backslide pin, only for Jones to counter that and connect with the Silencer. He quickly hooks the leg for a cover.::

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Murphy: “And this one is over.”

Krown: “If you missed it folks, you really didn’t miss much.”

::As the referee signals for the bell, Vince Jones rolls off Jameson Houck and on to his knees. Jasmine walks into the ring to help her man to his feet. Jameson rolls out of the ring, rubbing the back of his head.::

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

::Jones stands in the ring with Jasmine pressed against him. The referee raises his arm. Sang Réal leaves the announce table and allows Lula and Chase to reclaim their position.::

LD: "I wish they would stop doing that.”

JC: “What? They are good and we deserve the break.”

LD: "You have one job to do every two weeks.”

JC: “So?”

LD: "In any event, it was a back and forth match, but Vince Jones pulled off the win in the end.”

JC: “That man has a bright future here in UWA.”

::The camera shifts from Vince Jones to the backstage area where Skylar is seen walking the halls after her match, her hair is still a little mussed from the match and she has a slight limp. All in all it was a good match, results didn't matter to her, all that matters was she impressed people and got paid. As she makes her way back to her locker room however, she rounds a corner and bam, collides with something solid. She steadies herself and stops herself falling.::

Skylar: “I'm sorry I should look where....”

::She looks up at the person and sees a face that send horror through to her very core. Her eyes go wide in terror.::

Skylar: “YOU!”

::She almost stumbles in her want to run, fear coursing through her veins.::

Craven: “You?”

::Skylar shakes her head, fear etched on her face::

Skylar: “You CAN'T be here!”

::She shoves him then turns on her heel and runs in the opposite direction, her heart pounding.::

Craven: “Go on then... you can't run forever!”

::Skylar ignores him and keeps running, not stopping until she's in her car and leaving the arena and Craven behind her. At least for now. The camera shifted from one backstage hallway to another where Jeszika Gautier was shown walking down the hallway.

She wasnt in a match, so we can only guess she was here to watch her Husband Broderick Montgomery wrestle. But currently, she seems like woman on a mission, checking room numbers as she walks post. FInally she stops outside one and knocks. After a short minute Ashley Kenyon, one half of KISS and one her best friends and strangley enough, she was alone in the locker room.

Ashley: “Hey Jez, whats up?”

Jeszika: “We need to talk Ash... About Brody...”

::Ashley rolls her eyes.::

Ashley: “Ugh again... Sure, come in...”

::She lets Jeszika in and closes the door behing them sending the camera back to the announcers.::

LD: "And now we come to our World Title challenger's final warm up match.”

JC: “It would take him along way if he wins tonight. It would mean two straight wins for Pauly while the Champion is on a bit of a downward slid.”

Jamie Hensley: “Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York and weighting in at One hundred and twenty-one pounds. She is Kaylyn James EVANS!”

::The lights go off for a moment before a spot light comes on center stage.::

“Style and Grace
I'm never gonna be done.
Lean on in.
Now welcome to the Queendom.”

::The curtain's part and Kaylyn comes out from behind them with that big smirk on her face. She stops and poses on the stage with her little terrier, Jack, in her hand, as the paparazzi, who came out in the darkness, start going crazy snapping shots, before the lights came back on.::

“Look at that girl there, hips, lips hair.
Walks with a flair like she just don't care.
Nobody do her like she do her.
Self made, soul paid doing that curve.
She stop, dudes stare. Chicks do too.
Bouts so false never ever gonna lose.”

::Heading down the ramp she walked with a purpose. Head held high she kept smiling knowing she was the only one in the arena that mattered. At the bottom of the ramp she stopped and turned to the right, walking around the ring before heading up the far steps. Heading into the ring through the middle and top ropes, keeping a hold of her little pup.

Once in the ring she slowly walked around it, stopping here and there to laugh or smirk as she flicked her hair. Stopping she handed Jack out to one of the ring attendants before moving to the center of the rope and pulling off her long jacket pausing once it fell to the floor.::

“The Queendom, where the kings bow down.
Then relinquish your crown.
Y'all gonna hate me now.
I'll just turn that around and make you
Love me, love me, love me.”

::As the music died down Kaylyn moved to the corner and jumped up onto the top of the turnbuckle before laying across it as if she was bored waiting.::

LD: "She is one third of the North American Championship match....and gotta love that puppy!”

JC: “Puppies?!”

LD: "....No. And the Nineties called, they want their lame pick up lines back.”

Jamie Hensley: “And her opponent, from Belfast, Ireland and weighting in at Two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is The firecracker....Pauly....O'CONNER!”

"And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

::As the prayer ends, green, orange, and white pyros go off and Pauly comes bursting from be hind the curtains and onto the ramp. He high fives a few people in the crowd. He even takes a moment to take a fans phone and take a picture with them.::

"You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!"

::Pauly slides in the ring and jumps to his feet. He then throws his arms in the air as more pyros go off. The music fades as Pauly makes his way to his corner for the start of the match.::

LD: "I still say this is going to be our new world Champion. He's been on a bit of a roll.”

JC: “Who cares....they both suck.”

LD: "Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine today?”

::Pauly and Kaylyn came to the center of the ring and exchanged a quick fist bump before the referee waved for the bell. For the first time Pauly wasn't the smaller and quicker of the two and learned this quickly as he went for a lock up but Kaylyn danced around behind him. When Pauly turned Kaylyn was already in midair and hit a beautiful standing back flip that hit both her feet off Pauly's head.::

JC: “Nice! Shades of Broderick Montgomery’s Money Talks.”

LD: "And you think he's the only one who does it?”

JC: “Hey! Let a man dream dammit!”

::Pauly didn't go down, but instead backed into the ropes and leaned there to gain his wits about him again. Kaylyn however was seasoned enough that she wasn't about to let her opponent catch his breath. She hit the ropes opposite him and came back running full speed, leaps over the top rope grabbing him by the head and hits a beautiful neck breaker using the top rope as her partner.

Pauly snaps first backwards and then forwards falling to the mat and Kaylyn free falls to the floor and lands on her feet. However on the floor Kaylyn seemed to be wincing and not putting a lot of pressure on her left leg.::

LD: "I think Kaylyn may have landed wrong when she jumped over the ropes.”

JC: “....What was your first clue?”

::Not to let Pauly get his bearings she slides back into the ring. As Pauly was climbing back to his feet she rushed him only to walk straight into a big boot that nearly flipped her around in midair.::

LD: "Good god, did you see that?!”

JC: “....i think she may be dead....”

::Pauly slides into the cover.::

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KICKOUT!!

::A faint nod offered and Pauly pulls Kaylyn up by the hair. With Kaylyn back to her feet, but she was no sooner up then Pauly dropped her back down with a nice belly to belly suplex. With Pauly firmly in control of the match now he stalked his opponent slowly waiting for her to climb back to her feet before grabbing and lifting her for a suplex, only to drop into a DDT as she began to fall.::

JC: “Looks like Pauly is in firm control of this match.”

LD: "You have to wonder what would have happened had Kaylyn not hurt her knee.”

::Pauly once again slides into the cover.::

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KICKOUT!!

LD: "Another kick out by Kaylyn.”

::From above the ramp through the tunnel comes a third party. The man simply known as Garbage Man strolls down the ramp way as Pauly leans up from the cover.::

LD: "What is he doing out here?”

JC: “Hopefully saving us from more of this boredom?”

::Pauly pulls Kaylyn up again by the hair but Kaylyn breaks the hold and delivers three hard right hands to Pauly to keep him docile then turns and at the ropes. Pauly turns and runs at the opposite ropes. When Kaylyn hits the ropes nearest the ramp way Garbage Man reaches out and grabs her left foot. Kaylyn lets out a little shriek and stumbles stepping on her bad knee and lifting it to grab the knee but right as she did this Pauly speared her driving his shoulder into her knee.::

LD: "Oh my god! The referee never saw Garbage Man's interference! She may be hurt.”

JC: “.....but Pauly did!”

::Pauly begins to pull Kaylyn back away from the ropes before coming back into the middle of the ring and shouting at Garbage Man below him. Kaylyn behind Pauly rolls from the ring to the floor holding her knee but the referee is to busy counting her and keeping an eye on Pauly and Garbage Man to check on her.::

LD: "Pauly is demanding The Garbage Man get into the ring!”

JC: “If he's smart he won't.”

::The referee gets to ten and waves for the bell. When the bell rings Pauly turns around in confusion and Garbage Man begins to back up the ramp way with a little smirk on his face.::

Jamie Hensley: “Your winner Via count-out....PAULY O'CONNER!”

LD: "Congratulations to Pauly, but I don't think he cares.”

JC: “Now see, I don't like Pauly O'Conner....like at all, but that is sportsmanship.”

::Pauly had slid out of the ring and picked Kaylyn up and was carrying her back to get the trainers to get a look at her. To cheers from the crowd all around them. The camera stayed on the ringside area until the Tron lit up. "The Canadian Legend" Kyle Travis stands in the backstage area. He holds his left arm up with his right, opening and closing his fingers, stretching them and rotating his hand to keep it loose.::

Kyle Travis: "The time draws close Broderick. Say your peace, kiss your wife, for while you think I am scared, while you think you may have some advantage, you fail to understand that I was serious. I am not coming to win. I am coming to try and impress Georgio Oliver and get into that North American Championship Triple Threat Match."

Kyle Travis: "Georgio hired the monster, the devil, and that is exactly what he is going to get."

::Travis lefts go of his hand, lowering his arms and looking into the camera with those cold predatory eyes of his.::

Kyle Travis: "You had the best wrestling trainers money could buy, except for me. This is a free lesson in where you stand and what it takes to challenge a king. School is in session, let the pain begin."

::No sooner had Kyle Travis stop speaking then the arena PA System came to life with the faint guitar rifts followed by the telltale.::

“Hehhahaha.....LET'S GO!!!”

::”All American Nightmare” hits the speakers and none other then the man himself walks through the curtain. Thousand dollar suit, shined black Gucci shoes and two hundred dollar sunglasses over his eyes. The fans all boo at the sight of him but he smirks none the less. When he gets into the ring he takes the microphone from Jamie Hensley and turns to face the screen where Kyle Travis had been moments before.::

Broderick Montgomery III: "Let's have a round of applause for Kyle Travis....he's the most delusional man to ever not be required to do twenty hours of court appointed therapy.”

::Of course the fans boo mercilessly as Brody grins, running a hand through his slicked-back hair.::

LD: "Oooh, that arrogant little...!"

JC: “Now, now, Lula."

::Soaking it up, Brody soon gets a more serious look on his face.::

Brody: "He thinks he is better, then the best trainers money can buy....and I'll be damned if that may not be right. I mean, I do need a bit by the way of comedy training and there isn't anyone who makes me laugh more then Kyle, hop on pop, Travis.”

LD: "....Okay....that was a little funny.”

JC: “Not even a little bit.”

Brody: “The only thing more pathetic then his little threats are the mere thought that he is a threat to my wife, let alone me. And let's be honest. As good as Jeszika Gautier is....i am just better. It's nothing against my Valkyrie, it's simply the facts.

So in short, Tonight, I put a so-called legend out to pasture. Kyle Travis, you're damn good at what you do, but I'm simply better in every way. Better looking, better wrestler...better everything. But you're gonna find that out the hard way because, well, word is that's the only way you learn. Your beef with my wife? You'd better put that aside, pal, because you're facing real wrestling royalty here. These punk fans don't deserve to see it..."

::Again with the boos!::

Brody: "...but I'm feeling generous. With that said, I have another waste of flesh and oxygen to address. Yeah, I'm talking about you, Sentinel. You'd better be paying attention, son, because I won't be held responsible if you're not ready for what I'm gonna do to you at Spring Slaughter."

::A lot of fans cheer at the sound of Sentinel's name, which is surprising. Is it pity? Are they coming around on the Silent Destroyer? Or is their hatred of Brody just that great? We don't have those answers. Brody lifts the mic to speak again but is cut off by the techno-rock theme "The Sentinel" by Celldweller!::

LD: "Looks like things are gonna get a LOT more interesting now!"

JC: “Hah! Sentinel lays a hand on Brody and he loses his match at the pay-per-view! Even that enormous dunce knows better!"

::There's no sign of Sentinel for several moments of music and Brody looks amused, thinking this is just some kind of ploy to get his attention. And in a sense, it is. Just...not in the way he thought. He learns that when Sentinel comes walking out with a 'guest' of sorts.::

JC: “Hey, wait a minute! Who the hell does he think he is?!"

LD: "Oh...no...this can't be good!"

::Though she's struggling mightily against the grip, Jeszika Gautier is having no luck at all getting Sentinel's hand from around her slender neck. He half-leads, half-drags her toward the top of the ramp, his eyes on Brody in the middle of the ring. The All-American Nightmare is furious and immediately makes to leave the ring and assist his wife only for Sentinel to quickly hold her toward the edge of the stage, tilting her back far enough that her struggling ceases lest she slip his grip and fall a good eight feet to the concrete!::

LD: "Don't do this, Sentinel! He's not worth it!"

JC: “For once we agree! And you don't want to know what he'll do if you hurt his woman!"

::Brody, still on the apron, lifts the mic with rage in his eyes. When Sentinel is certain that Brody is gonna stay where he is, he brings Jez back a bit but still keeps her close enough that she remains relatively still.::

Brody: "Real cute. So I hurt your wifey and now you want revenge. I thought, forgive me if I'm wrong, that you were a man. That you'd spare the innocent and try, and I emphasize TRY, to take it out on me at the pay-per-view. But once a coward, always a coward."

::The taunting has the wrong effect. Sentinel leans Jez over the edge again, a strangled shriek escaping her which has Brody tensing. Sentinel doesn't take his eyes off Brody.::

Brody: "All right. ALL RIGHT! Back off, goddammit! What the hell do you want anyway?!"

::The fans are not sure how to react to this. Sentinel sweeps his gaze over the packed arena and strokes his chin with his free hand. The big screen over him lights up with images of his last one-on-one match with Brody, the sight of them hurling weapons, going through tables and all that jazz. Brody sees this, his attention going between Sentinel, his wife and the big screen before he speaks again.::

Brody: "I get it. You want another go at me with no rules getting in the way. Hey, I'm down with that. Just another step towards your destruction. Maybe I'll even send you home in a wheelchair to take care of your freshly-mute Talon!"

::Right answer, wrong response. Glaring, Sentinel hoists Jez high into the air, holding her up with one hand over the stage. She sways a bit in his grip as Brody drops to the floor, holding up a hand.::

Brody: "Fine! No disqualification! Now put her the hell down, you big bastard! Your fight is with me!"

::Smirking, Sentinel holds Jeszika out over the edge of the stage. Opening his hand would let Jez drop far and land hard. Brody paces, fuming, muttering into the mic before stopping and pointing at Sentinel.::

JC: “How can they cheer this guy?!"

Brody: "No disqualification, falls count anywhere! Now put her down, dammit!"

::Sentinel considers this for a moment and finally looks up into the eyes of Jeszika, a certain pleading in the young lady's wide-eyed stare. Back to Brody, Sentinel slowly brings Jez back and sets her down safely on the stage, making a gesture of shooing her away. And move she does, rushing backstage and away from her captor. Sentinel drags his thumb across his throat as "The Sentinel" kicks up again and he, too, heads behind the curtain, leaving Brody standing before the ring with his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.::

LD: "Things just got more dangerous between these two, Jason! I don't condone what he did, but Sentinel proved that Brody can't take what he dishes out!"

JC: “He proved that he wants to be sent to hell is what he proved! And Brody will punch him a first-class ticket and send him back to his wife in a box!"

::Mayhem cuts to another promo then as the camera is supposed to cut back to the arena it instead cuts to the boiler room. The room is dark. Darker than it should be. There are no lights on the room has begun to fog up with the steam and oil heating the arena. Slowly Lady Stephanie, Bors, Lancelot, Guinevere, the hooded man addressed as Arthur, and Gawain come into view. They all walk to a place where we can see Stalker Knight waiting. They are all dressed in their ritualistic robes. Stalker is wearing his tights and nothing else. On the table behind him is a knife. There is blood on the knife. Without turning to face them he begins to speak.::

Stalker Knight: "Bad Boy" J-Shades, you are too new for us to even contemplate. you are one we hold in contempt.

Skylar you are somewhat of an enigma. You in many ways are similar to us. You keep your past shrouded from the world. But unlike us you do this out of fear, not out of strength. You run from your past while we embrace it.

Jeszika wife of Broderick Montgomery and best friend of the women of K.I.S.S. like them you will fall at the feet of Dark Camelot. Even though you are in line for a North American Championship match you will fail and then Dark Camelot will step in and tear you down like the little child you truly are."

::Stalker picks up the knife and begins cutting into his skin. He is laughing.::

Stalker Knight: "Vince Jones, you may have won his first match, you may have impressed President Oliver. However know this . . . Dark Camelot is NOT just going to let that slide. Gawain challenges you. Not to a normal match . . . no. A match in which NO RULES exist. a boiler room BRAWL.

Kaylyn James Evans, you at one time used to be a feared woman. You have an arrogant streak a mile wide and you think you are the hottest woman in the world. One problem . . . WE DO NOT FEAR YOU. Garbage man to give you any credit would be a waste of our time.

K.I.S.S. Best friends with Jeszika Gautier. Your only loss was to Dark Camelot. Need we say more?

Pauly you are the challenger for the World Championship at the P.P.V., one of Aerynn's oldest friends. Irish born with suspected connections to the IRA. Is ANY of this real or is it all a front to strike fear into opponents?

Cornbread Mafia-Two good ol boys. Having been outsmarted by sang real in recent weeks you two are again not worth our time."

::Stalker continues to laugh as the knife blade dances over his skin, the only hint was the gleam of the knife in the darkness.::

Stalker Knight: "Sang Real, Royal Blood, pompous and arrogant. Believe me you are not better then everyone else even given your pristine genetics. You has history with Sentinel in another company, watch yourselves because you never know who is behind you waiting for you to fall. Or even ready to cause it.

Sentinel you were in the first world title match that crowned Aerynn Champion. Your manager and former partner was injured by Nick Daniels and now your second manager and girlfriend was recently injured by Broderick Montgomery. What are you some kind of curse?

UWA's resdent playboy. Rich boy, the World Champion works for you so why does she bitch to Oliver, and not you? You are the husband of Jeszika Gautier and most hated man in UWA. Broderick Montgomery III we will be watching you.

Called the once a future king, multiple time world champion, but had gotten a few things obviously wrong when speaking about opponents. Notably Jeszika Gautier. Kyle Travis Impress us or try to anyway.

Aerynn Donnelly World Champion, Irish by decent. Undefeated in singles matches, works for Brody but no one knows why. NONE of this matters after tonight."

::Stalker suddenly and abruptly stops laughing and his voice drops to a serious whisper.::

Stalker Knight: "All of you are insignificant by comparison to Dark Camelot."

::When Stalker finishes speaking the lights flare to life and we can see a replica of the "TRUE" U.W.A. World Championship lying on the floor at his feet. It is covered in the blood dripping from the cuts he has made in his arms and body. He picks it up and walks off as the light bulb shatters raining glass on the rest of Dark Camelot and sending the feed back to the announce table.::

LD: "I never thought Sentinel would stoop to that.”

JC: “He's just as bad as the man he wants to punish.”

LD: "....Somehow I think he wouldn't have hurt her....but never-the-less we now get the Champion in action!”

JC: “Can she really be called a Champion without a title belt?”

LD: "The way she stands up for U.W.A. Yea, I could say she is a real champion!”

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first, wrestling out of Halifax, Nova Scotia and weighing in at 297 pounds, “The Harbinger” STALKER KNIGHT!”

::Music fills the arena and purple lightning crashes. The tron comes alive with scenes of a man working his way through the indies then after years he gets his shot. A few more scenes and the man is seen chaining and locking the doors to an arena. He walks away. The screen goes black. The words "He is coming, and with him he brings DEATH." Appear then nothing. When things return to normal Stalker is standing in the ring.::

LD: "This guy...”

JC: “Off-putting like Northman was?”

LD: "Very!”

JC: “I think that’s what they’re going for.”

Jamie Hensley: “His opponent, wrestling out of Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 140 pounds, the UWA World Champion AERYNN DONNELLY”

::The arena suddenly goes black. Up on the tron, the barely seen outline of a pair of tiger’s eyes can be seen.::

“Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar, Ro-oar… RO-OAR!”

::The lights suddenly burst into life as Aerynn comes through the curtains and moves to stand at the top of the ramp.::

“I got the eye of the tiger; a Fighter; Dancing through the fire.
‘Cause I am a Champion..”

::With the word ‘Champion’, Aerynn raises her right arm up. Holding the World Wrestling Champion belt up high.::

“..And you’re gonna hear me roar.
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion and you’re gonna hear me roar.”

::With the word ‘roar’, she throws both arms up into the air, throws her head back and arches her back as if she’s roaring. She straightens up and starts making her way to the ring.::

“You held me down; But I got up. (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust.
You hear my voice; You hear that sound.
Like thunder gonna shake the ground.”

::Aerynn reaches the ring and slides under the bottom ropes. She then moves to the middle of the ring and stands there with her head bowed for a few seconds.::

“You held me down; But I got up. (HEY!)
Get ready ‘cause I’ve had enough.
I see it all; I see it now.”

::She then raises the belt up above her head with both hands.::

“I got the eye of the tiger; a Fighter; Dancing through the fire.”

::At the word ‘fire’, a mixture of green, white and orange fireworks explode all around the arena.::

“’Cause I am a Champion; And you’re gonna hear me roar.
Louder, louder than a lion.
‘Cause I am a Champion; And you’re gonna hear me roar!”

LD: "The Champion getting a great reaction tonight!”

JC: “You say this like she doesn’t always...”

LD: "She’s a hero to girls everywhere!”

JC: “The big man doesn’t look impressed.”

::The bell sounds and Stalker slowly turns his back on the champion. Aerynn’s jaw drops in shock and anger as the big man simply glares out at the crowd, his back turned on the company’s top competitor. Aerynn steps forward and throws a straight savate kick that lands three quarters up his back. Stalker barely registers the impact. Aerynn steps back and fires a superkick to the back that staggers the big man but doesn’t make him move much. Aerynn runs passed him to the ropes and springboard back into a spinning kick to the face. Stalker finally budges, staggering slightly as Aerynn runs back to the ropes and hits an Asai moonsault Pelé kick to the face. Stalker falls to one knee and Aerynn pops up to the top rope. She spins into a heel kick that knocks the big man down onto his back. She nods and then hits a standing corkscrew moonsault and holds for the cover.::

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POWER OUT!!!

::Stalker throws her off and Aerynn flies through the ropes out onto the edge of the ring. Stalker gets to his feet and Aerynn springboards up for a flying knee strike to the face. stalker falls to one knee again and Aerynn hits him with a running enziguri. Stalker goes down face first and Aerynn puts on “Across The River.”::

LD: "She’s got him!”

JC: “Does she?”

LD: "She seems to have a good hold on him!”

JC: “He’s too big for that to work!”

::Stalker slowly gets to his knees causing Aerynn to lose her grip and fall away from him. As Stalker starts to get up, Aerynn rushes to the ropes, rebounds off and comes back with a double-footed dropkick to the gut. Stalker clutches and bends over. Aerynn tries to pull him down into an inside cradle but can’t get him down. Stalker grabs her by her throat with both hands and stands up, hoisting her high in the air. He fires her into the corner and Aerynn crashes hard into the turnbuckles. Stalker moves in and crushes her with a big body splash. As Aerynn hangs there in stunned silence, Stalker climb sup to the second turnbuckle. He pulls Aerynn up and glares out at the crowd. he nods and then fires her over in fallaway slam. Aerynn hits hard, the crowd gasping loudly at the sight and impact. Stalker stands up and nods to the crowd as Aerynn crawls slowly to the ropes. Stalker walks forward, seemingly stalking his prey. Aerynn pulls herself up then jumps onto the ropes again. She spins in for another kick but Stalker catches her out of midair and spins into a huge spinbuster. Aerynn hits hard and Stalker covers.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Stalker drags her up and then jumps, hitting the rocker dropper on her. the crowd gasps huge at the sight of such a large man jumping in the air like that. Stalker rolls her over and nods knowingly as he covers.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

LD: "The big man actually looks surprised now!”

JC: “That referee is blind, that was clearly a three!”

LD: "Referee says the champion got her shoulder up in time!”

JC: “Like i said, he’s clearly blind, deaf and dumb!”

::Stalker pulls Aerynn up by her hair and then slaps her hard across the face. Aerynn spins and falls to her knees from the impact. Stalker picks her up, pinning both of her arms behind her back as he lifts her up off the mat. Aerynn kicks back and tries to roll forward for a victory roll but Stalker reverses and swings her over into a release wheelbarrow that smashes her back like a makeshift powerbomb. Stalker leaps on top for a cover.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::Stalker Knight pounds the mat and then drags her up angrily. He slaps her across the face again and Aerynn staggers away at the impact. She falls across the ropes and Stalker rushes up looking for a big boot. Aerynn falls to her knees and Stalker’s foot flies over the top rope. He crotches himself there as Aerynn gets to her feet and stumbles a few steps before regaining her wits. She rushes to the opposite ropes, rebounds off and comes roaring back across the ring looking for the Stall N’ Crawl. Stalker steps back in and swings a fist to swat her away in mid kick. Aerynn goes down hard and Stalker looks for a big elbow drop. Aerynn moves out of the way and kips up. Stalker gets to his feet and Aerynn catches him for a double knee facebreaker. Stalker staggers back and Aerynn jumps back up for a kick to the right knee and then a kick to the left. Stalker grimaces in pain as Aerynn kicks his right knee again. Stalker falls down and Aerynn drills him with a superkick that floors him. She jumps on top for the cover, hooking his massive leg.::

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KICKOUT!!!

LD: "I thought she had him for sure!”

JC: “There’s more to Stalker than meets the eye!”

LD: "The Champion isn’t exactly one dimensional herself!”

JC: “We’ll see when this is all over!”

::Aerynn gets to her feet and makes her way to the near corner, ascending the turnbuckles as Stalker takes a little longer to get up this time. Aerynn leaps off and takes him, looking for a tornado ddt. Stalker blocks it but she hooks a guillotine hold. Stalker tries to throw her off but Aerynn retains her grip, sinking the hold in further. she tries for a body scissors but can’t quite get her legs around him. Stalker tries to throw her off again but Aerynn maintains her grip again. Stalker starts to throw her off a third time but as Aerynn makes sure she’s got him, Stalker pops his hips and throws her over for a huge northern lights suplex. Aerynn hits hard and loses her grip on impact. Stalker picks her up and throws her across his shoulders before swinging around into the Knight’s Epiphany. Aerynn hits hard and he covers. ::

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THREE!!!

LD: "He got her...”

JC: “YES!!! Dark Camelot rises!”

LD: "I don’t believe it...”

JC: “Believe it! Your precious Champion just went down!”

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, STALKER KNIGHT!!!”

::Aerynn is shown rolling over onto her stomach with a shocked look as Stalker backs up the ramp way with his arm raised. Her first singles defeat at the hands of the leader of Dark Camelot. The camera shifted from Arena to the backstage area as UWA backstage interviewer Trent Paige, is seen walking through the corridors. Trent then proceeds to enter the locker room of Fraser Freeman and Silver Baron, The Sin City Knights. Upon entering the dressing room he realizes The Sin City Knights are not present, however two of Silver Barons smoking hot girls are present. Paige's face lights up as he sees the two girls sat on a sofa, sipping champagne from cut crystal glasses. Paige smiles and approaches the two ladies, grinning like the cat that got the cream Paige sits himself down between the two beautiful women.::

Trent: “Good evening ladies the names Paige, Trent Paige.”

::Paige gives the ladies a big grin as he prepares himself to enter player mode, intent on trying everything within his power to seduce the two hot ladies sat either side of him.::

Trent: “I am the man in charge around here, this is my company.”

::Paige grins widely, knowing full well he is nothing more than a backstage interviewer, but if lying his ass off is going to get him in with these lovely ladies. The ladies interest perks up as they believe Paige is the owner of the UWA, the laddies who were reluctant at first now lean in and put there arms around him.::

Lady 1: “Well then I guess we better treat you with extra special care hadn’t we Nicole.”

Nicole: “Indeed we had Jade.”

::Jade and Nicole the Sin City Knights most special girls, there accompaniment to all things business, smile at Trent and feel his muscles swooning over him, as in there mind its purely business wanting there bosses to be on extra good terms with there boss here in UWA. Paige is grinning like a Cheshire cat as the ladies begin to get friendly with him.::

~Click clunk eeeeeeeehhhh.~

The locker room door swings open and in enter the Sin city Knights. Fraser Freeman immediately makes a beeline for Paige and the girls.::

Freeman: “What on earth is going on here ladies, why are you cosying up to a low life backstage announcer!”

Jade: “WHAT! He said he was the owner.”

::Paige shrugs as if to say hey a guys gotta try right, at which point he simultaneously gets slapped by the ladies.::

Silver Baron: “Yeah...nice try uh...who the *bleep* are you again?”

Trent: “The name's Trent Paige. Engrave it in your mem-”

Silver Baron: “We got it Skippy. We know what you do, so it's time to do your damn job.”

Trent: “Why should I?”

Fraser Freeman: “Because if you don’t your rear-end will be getting a whole lot more comfortable with that microphone beside you than im sure you would like.”

Trent: “OK OK...alright let's do this.”

::Trent Paige gets up from the sofa and takes a back step as The Silver Baron and Double F sits down on the sofa with Jade and Nicole sitting on Silver Baron's lap. They scoot over so Paige can sit between the Sin City Knights.::

Trent: “I need a drink.”

Silver Baron: “Well girls, you heard the man.”

::One of the girls got up, and bent down to get something from underneath the table that was set up in the middle of the locker room. Evidently, the other four in the room suddenly turned their attention to her, as she pulled out a total of five beers from a cooler. She handed one to everyone, and they all opened them up, and took a swig. Trent then composed himself.::

Trent: “I'm Trent Paige here, with two rookies here in the UWA. Silver Baron, and Fraser Freeman.”

Freeman: “Welcome to our era of domination Trent, now we have arrived in UWA, there isn’t a single team that can stop us. You see Trent there are three things the Sin City Knights love the most, Women, Beer and kicking mother*bleep*in ass. And with that said the UWA tag division will soon learn who the dominant force is going to be.”

Silver Baron: “Matter o'fact, everyone can learn a li'l somethin' somethin', from the Sin City Knights.”

Trent: “Is that what you're calling yourselves?”

Freeman: “Your damn right it is Trent ,and just you wait till you see the devastation and destruction the Sin City Knights bring to this company when we come riding into town on our trusty steeds sword in hand ready to tear the talentless hacks that inhabit this place a new a hole.”

Silver Baron: “Well Double F, we both know his opinion, and it don't matter. If he can't do *bleep* in the ring, he don't *bleep*ing matter. What does matter is this. We're two guys who love a lot of things. They are exactly as Double F said. Money, hoes, shot after shot after shot, and a whole lot of booze. But above and beyond all...for the most part, is kicking ass, taking names, to the point where it's an art for us.”

Freeman: “We have come here to dominate and that is exactly what we plan on doing, but hey don’t get me wrong it wont be all business, see us knights we are crowd pleasers so expect to see us getting down and dirty in the crowd with beers in hand and women by our side. See we come here to entertain the fans and what fan does like scantily clad women, tons of beer and seeing a good old ass kicking?”

Silver Baron: “So here's the deal. Sin City Knights, the only team in UWA that will matter, takes anything we want. Got a hot wife, she can work for us. Got anything less, we'll make her hot. Got money, pay us. Got gold, it's ours. Point it, if we want something, we'll take it. We don't care if we have to go through some pseudo satanic cult idiots or-”

Freeman:”-Wait, isn't a friend of yours that?”

Silver Baron: “Hell no. He pretty much owns hell, so they're worshiping him. But as I said. To us, no matter who you are, Double F Fraser Freeman, and the World Playa, Silver Baron, are gonna show why the ring is our turf, and why the people worship us. If ya don't, well just pay attention, for you will.”

::Meanwhile Freeman can be seen putting one of his many dubious skill sets to work as he pickpockets Trent’s wallet and opens it up, and out drops a picture of a rather large lady who looks like she has been attacked by a gorilla. Freeman laughs and taps on Barons shoulder, showing him the picture.::

Freeman: “Damn man on the wife’s thing I think we better had give this guys a VERY wide birth.”

::Trent scurries quickly snatching both the picture and wallet back from Freeman and places it back in his pocket.::

Trent: “Hey guys that’s not cool that’s my mother!”

Silver Baron: “Well that sure explains why your face looks like a giant turd!”

Freeman: “Haha damn straight my friend damn straight.”

Trent: “You heard it first folks, these two sure like to talk some smack and there so delusional they seem to think they rule the world. I'm outta here.”

::Trent Everyone finishes their beer, and gets up, but before Trent can leave, the Silver Baron blocks him with his scepter.::

Silver Baron: “Wait a second bucko. There's one last thing that I got to say.”

Trent: “What the hell is it now?”

Silver Baron: “Simple. Pimpin is easy but hoes aint free, and son you hit on my girls, and thought we're not worth what we are. In life, you gotta pay, and boy...you screwed with the wrong mother *bleep*ing pimp.”

::The Silver Baron then drove his scepter into Trent's gut, hard, which made Trent double over, The Silver Baron then suplexed him, right over the table, and Freeman caught him in a powerbomb position. They then drove Trent Paige through a table. The Silver Baron then knelt down, hovering over top of Trent.::

Silver Baron: “Didn't yo mama ever tell ya not to bad mouth people, especially somebody like me. Then again, you look comfortable. No surprise, since this is how I like seeing a bitch.”

::The Silver Baron chuckled for a second, before giving a couple of soft backhand slaps to Trent::

Freeman: “Heh. Not my favourite position. Then again, we're not the ones to fuck that kind of bitch.”

Silver Baron: “Got that right. Now ladies...let's say we go and have a good time.”

::The two hoes giggles, as the four left the locker room, with Trent still knocked out. The camera shifted back to the ringside area once again.::

LD: "Now that is not the way interviewers are to be treated!”

JC: “Who cares. He has hoes!”

LD: "....Why does that not surprise me?”

JC: “....anyway! Now we come to one of the two matches I have really looked forward to! Shawn Worley and Conner Murphy. Winner gets to pick the stipulation of their match at Spring Slaughter.”

LD: "Spring Slaughter, when the cornbread Mafia get their payback!”

JC: “If you say so.”

Jamie Hensley: “This match is set for one fall and is to decide which team picks the stipulation for their match at Spring Slaughter. Introducing first from West Union, South Carolina, weighting in at Two hundred and Nineteen pounds. He is One half of the Cornbread Mafia.....Shawn...WORLEY!”

::"Dumbass Country Boy" begins to play as Shawn Worley walks out nodding along. He pauses at the top of the ramp to yell, “Who Got The FIYAH!?!!!?” before walking on down and diving into the ring. He pops up to his feet, raising his arms high above his head, ready for whatever may be coming.::

LD: "Love them or hate them, they are loyal to who they are!”

JC: “Hate them.”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent from Atlanta, Georgia. He is one half of Sang Real and weighting in at Two hundred and forty pounds. He is....Conner...MURPHY!”

::The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Conner Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms raised in the air with Gabriel Krown, behind him. The lights come back on.

The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.

Murphy climbs the stairs and walks along the apron before stepping into the ring where he strikes the same pose as he did at the entrance. Krown walks along the outside of the ring as Murphy climbs the turnbuckle and poses. He climbs down and goes to his corner, taking his robe off.::

JC: “It's gonna be good to see my boys bitch slap those rednecks yet again.”

LD: "Let's face it Jason. The two times Sang Real defeated the good 'ol boys it was by cheating. They cannot beat them clean. Period.”

JC: “Yea, yea, yea. You know what they say. It's only cheating if you get caught.”

::Shawn didn't wait for the referee to officially begin the match. As soon as Conner turned around he was blasted by a hard clothesline that sent him over the top rope and crashing to the floor. Gabriel immediately came over to his partner to check on him but both men looked up to find Shawn Worley in midair sailing over the top rope and crashing atop both men.

Shawn Worley lifted his head and came a loud war cry to which the crowd began to chant what sounded suspiciously like “Redneck” but in a good way. Around the time Gabriel and Conner were getting to their feet the referee was trying to get both men back into the ring to officially start the match, but the crowd was going nuts as the other member of the Mafia jumped the barricade and speared Gabriel Krown.::

JC: “What is he doing out here?!!?”

LD: "Evening the odds!”

::With Conner against the barricade on one side of the ring and Gabriel against the ring steps the brothers grabbed one another's wrists and pulled themselves in opposite directions. Shawn slammed knee first into Conner and Cameron body checked Gabriel into the barricade. Around the time Shawn began to hammer Conner with hard right hands Gabriel and Cameron were fighting up the ramp way.::

LD: "Shawn needs to be careful here. He doesn't want to get DQ'ed!”

JC: “Yes he does! Then Sang Real wins!”

::After what seemed like a lifetime Shawn rolls Conner into the ring and finally the referee waves for the bell and the match officially begins.::

LD: "Bout time.”

JC: “DQ him for cheating!”

LD: "Oh shut up!”

::Shawn leans down and goes to pull Conner to his feet only to stagger away holding his face as Conner reaches up and racks the eyes. The referee immediately comes forward and warns Conner who only smiles and pretends he didn't intend to do it as he uses the ropes to climb to his feet. A rush from Conner at Shawn but Worley sidesteps and drives a knee into his stomach doubling him over.

Three hard knife edged chops send Conner back into the corner. Shawn leans his shoulder into Conner and whips him across the ring. A brief pause before he takes off at a dead run at the opposite corner but Conner caught it coming and comes out of the corner with a huge big boot that flips Shawn end over end.::

JC: “Good lord, what a kick!”

LD: "I think Shawn's brother felt that.”

::Conner takes a moment to catch his breath leaning in the corner then comes out and grabs both of Shawn's legs in what appears to be a sharpshooter beginning, but instead brings his foot down hard on his stomach once, then twice. The third boot came a little lower and the referee quickly shoves Conner back who raises his hands innocently as the referee points a finger into his face.::

LD: "Murphy needs to be careful here. I think the referee is getting tired of the 'accidents'.”

JC: “That ref better not upset his bounds!”

::As the referee and Conner are arguing Shawn manages to get back to his knees. Conner shoves the referee out of the way and aims a boot at the kneeling man, but Shawn grabs the leg as it comes in and rolls into a small package.::

ONE!








TWO!









THR...KICKOUT!

LD: "God that was close!”

JC: “And Conner is pissed!”

::Conner pops back up his eyes wide and rushes at Shawn again, and again as he came in Shawn grabbed him by the side and rolled into an inside cradle.::

ONE!








TWO!







THRE...KICKOUT!!

LD: "So close again!”

JC: “Worley needs to stop playing with fire!”

::Shawn and Conner both got to their feet at the same time and when Conner threw a wild punch Shawn ducked under it and slid around behind him and locked his arms around his waist for a German, but Conner lifts a leg in a blatant low blow and the referee waves his hands.::

JC: “NO!”

LD: "I think the referee just Dqed Conner Murphy!”

::Conner argues with the referee as he talks to Jamie who lifts her mic.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification, SHAWN WORLEY!”

LD: "HE DID!”

JC: “No! It's not fair!”

LD: "Sang Real, finally stabbed on their own sword!”

::Conner turns suddenly and leaps into the air hitting that Superman punch known simply as the Wolf Fang Fist before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring, but on the ring Shawn rolls onto his stomach, holding his jaw with a grin on his face.::

LD: "I think Shawn tried to provoke Conner Jason! I think the boys planned for this!”

JC: “....Shut up Lula....”

::The camera shifted from a fuming Conner Murphy to the office of Oliver Georgio where Aerynn is already inside and looks more then a little irritated.::

Aerynn: “Ye mean tae tell me, yer gonna actually bow down tae terrorists? Yer gonna sit there an’ let them run U.W.A.? “

::She stopped pacing, turned and looked at the owner of U.W.A. with anger and a bit of disgust mixed in.::

Oliver: “Now, Miss Donnelly, I know that you may see this as intolerable, but they have kept their word. We’ve not heard from them in weeks. It’s what’s best. I assure you.”

::She rolled her eyes, snorted in that disgust that she’d just been looking at him with and shook her head.::

Aerynn: “Nae, Oliver, it’s NOT whot’s best. Not fer tha fans. Not fer me ‘r ye. An’ most especially not for U.W.A. as a whole! Yer doin’ nothin’ more than showin’ how much o’ a coward ye are.””

::Samuel was standing behind Aerynn. Arms crossed over his massive chest. It was only the sight of his oldest friend that kept Oliver calm. His eyes almost popped out of his head at being called a coward.::

Samuel: “She has a point, Oliver. You can’t let these people tell you how to run your business. It’s not just YOU at stake here, sir. It’s the entire company. Everyone on the roster. You have to see reason on this.”

::Samuel uncrossed his arms and moved past Aerynn to place his hands on Oliver’s desk.::

Samuel: “”How many more beatings do you think Aerynn can take before they truly hurt her?”

::Oliver cut in..::

Oliver: “They haven't been here in weeks! And She’s done pretty good so far.”

Aerynn: “Pretty good? At least I’ve stood up tae them! I dinna let them dictate my life ‘r me matches. I dinna.. Nae.. Willna wear tha’ horrid thing they call a World Championship belt.”

Aerynn straightened up and looked at him. Fire and passion in that gaze.

Aerynn: “Maybe this’ll put it inta perspective fer ye, Mr. Georgio. Either ye take a stand fer e’eryone on yer roster… Good an’ bad alike. Ye take a stand fer yer employees an’ fans.. Ye take a stand fer yerself… Or.. I walk. An’ leave ye wit’ no champion at all.”

::Oliver scoffed as he looked at her.::

Oliver: “You’re more professional then that, Miss Donnelly.”

::Aerynn sneered lightly and laughed.::

Aerynn: “Yer right. So, either ye give me my REAL title by tha time I have tae defend it ‘fore Spring Slaughter. ‘R… Ye’ll be lookin’ fer a new champion come tha Monday Night Mayhem after tha’.”

::Aerynn didn’t give either Oliver or Samuel time to react as she turned and stormed out of Oliver’s office.::

Oliver: “She wants me to take a stand. Fine. Go and tell Mister Garbage Man that Ms. Evans was injured by his sneak attack....”

Samuel: “Strictly speaking, she injured her knee taking that dive over the top rope....”

Oliver: “Do you really want to argue with me right now Samuel?”

Samuel: “....No Sir. What else shall I tell him?”

Oliver: “I have place him, as the runner up into the match with Jeszika at Spring Slaughter, and if Kyle Travis makes it in, then I think in the mood Mr. Travis is in lately he will punish Garbage Man sufficiently.”

Samuel: “I will tell him sir.”

::Samuel turned and left the room leaving Oliver to think over his decision. After a few moments of drumming his fingers off the desk he muttered 'Damnit all to hell' and picked up his phone, then the camera shifted to the anouncers table again.::

LD: "What a ultimadium! Aerynn gets her title or she walks!”

JC: “And Garbage Man is in the North American Championship match!”

LD: "....Your the only one in the world who could be happy about that....”

Jamie Hensley: “And now it's time for your Mayhem main event of the evening! This will be a one-on-one match set for one fall!"

JC: “Two men who in my opinion are the rightful wrestlers to take this company to the top...not a World Heavyweight Champion who can't even keep hold of her proper belt or her stooge-like little buddy who was just handed a title shot!"

LD: "Gee, Jason, tell us how you really feel! Personally I hope these two knock each other out so that we don't have to hear their crap anymore!"

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first..."

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

Jamie Hensley: “...from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and weighing in at 230 pounds, the Canadian Legend...KYLE TRAVIS!"

::"The Canadian Legend" walks passed the jeering and booing crowd, heading down to the ring. He climbs the stairs and walks along the apron. Travis climbs a turnbuckle and looks over the crowd once more.::

JC: “This man can and will be champion here one day, Lula. You heard it here first!"

LD: "And I already wish I hadn't! He makes my skin crawl!"

::Climbing down from the turnbuckle, Travis removes the jacket and hands it over the top rope to an attendant at ringside. He shoots the ropes and then paces the ring like a predator stalking his prey.::

JC: “Don't hate! This is wrestling royalty you're looking at!"

LD: "If you kiss his butt any harder he's gonna make you start wearing Chap-Stick!"

JC: “Oh, you're just a laugh riot..."

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

::The lights of the Arena darken as the Tron comes to life and the Guitars begin to strum. The Tron shows images of a private Jet, a full stretch Limo all the while the speaker system plays his taunting, mocking laugh.::

"Hehhahaha LET'S GO!!!"

Jamie Hensley: “...from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds...BRODERICK MONTGOMERY III!"

::As the music speeds up the images on the Tron flash to images of him hitting The Playboy's Play maker and others. Brody would comes through the curtain in a black robe and hood over his face. When he made it to the center of the stage he'd throw his arms up and cause the robe to fly off and float to the ground.::

"I make the good girls bad and bad girls worse.
Nice guys are last cuz I’m always first.
I'm a freak show sucker for how it feels.
Turned the girl next door into hell on heels.
I'm a red, white and blue tattooed and just don't care.
I'm your All American Nightmare."

LD: "And then there's this guy...ugh! Everyone who gets near him ends up getting hurt somehow, directly or otherwise!"

JC: “Hey, you can't blame Broderick for what happened earlier tonight with Jeszika. I thought she could handle herself for all the smack she talks!"

::A cocky smirk touched his lips. He turns to look behind him at the tall form of Aerynn Donally as she strolled out behind him. She'd cross her arms over her chest. He grins over at his bodyguard and she actually rolls her eyes at him before cocking her head toward the ring like "Dude, come on."::

"If you wanna run away i can give you a ride.
I'm a one way ticket to your darker side.
And come with me, baby let's lose some sleep.
don't mistake me for a dream."

LD: "The only reason that happened to her was because Brody put out Talon for no good reason weeks ago!"

JC: “So it's in no way Sentinel's fake respect tripe got Brody pissed? The big baby can't hold his water and wait for a proper fight with Brody so he threatened to throw his wife off the stage. And people cheer for that mute clown?!"

LD: "Brody didn't have to do what he did and you know it! God, I hope these two pound each other senseless!"

::The two of them walk down the ramp way until they come to the ring and he slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Aerynn stays on the outside as Brody mounts the middle rope and holds up his arm for the crowd as he gets that screaming boo, with the faintest hint of cheers mixed in.::

"They'll try to lock me up and throw away the key.
But there never gonna hold down a freak like me.
I'm a an outcast, smoking grass, living for speed.
I got everything you want, but nothing that you need.
Give it to me baby!"

Jamie Hensley: “And now, introducing your special referee for this match...the Silent Destroyer...SENTINEL!"

::"The Sentinel" by Celldweller hits and a mixed, cheer-leaning reaction hits from the packed house. The Silence Behind the Violence steps out onto the stage and pauses a moment before heading down the ramp, striped shirt and all. Both men eye him as he steps into the ring and comes to the center, looking between them. Brody gets a hint of a smirk from the monster which makes the All-American Nightmare glare angrily. When it comes to Kyle Travis, Sentinel just stares coldly, getting the same look right back. Going to the ropes, he gestures for the bell.::

JC: “And what about him, huh? Threatening another man's wife to get his way? Guess he's proud of himself for coercing Brody into a match that suits his own style. Real classy."

LD: "I'm not even going to debate with you on that. What he did to Jeszika was wrong but she should blame Brody, not Sentinel. You can't tell me you wouldn't look for revenge if someone hurt your woman, Jason."

JC: “That's why I stay single so I don't have to deal with that crap."

::Sentinel calls for the bell and the two men lock up. The veteran Travis quickly traps Brody in a hammerlock and evades attempts by the All-American Nightmare to counter the hold, transitioning him into a headlock and taking him to the mat, wrenching tight. The swift and limber Brody fights his way out of Kyle's grip with a little help from his thumb jabbing Travis in the eye. He makes for the ropes but gets yanked back by the hair and right into Kyle's headlock with Sentinel all but ignoring both men's underhanded tactics.::

LD: "See, that's what I'm talking about! Whatever happened to honor?!"

JC: “Outdated. Like chivalry."

LD: "Only to louses like these two! They're good enough in the ring to hang with anyone move for move but they choose to fight like children!"

JC: “Easy with the backhanded compliments there, Lula. It's uncouth."

::Brody tries to escape again, this time by shooting Travis toward the ropes. The Once and Future King holds on tight though, keeping Brody right where he is. A few rabbit punches to the ribs start to loosen Kyle's grip and Brody actually breaks free for a moment...only to be yanked back to the mat by the hair. Travis backs off when Sentinel steps in and Brody backs into the ropes and up into the corner against the turnbuckles. He yells at Sentinel, gesticulating at how Travis pulled his hair but Sentinel (obviously) says nothing and instead motions for the two to get at it again.

Kyle sneers at this and rushes Brody, driving him into the corner and ramming several shoulders into Brody's gut. Making to whip the All-American Nightmare out of the corner, Travis is reversed and jerked hard into the outstretched arm of Brody which sends him to the mat hard. He covers Travis immediately and props his feet up on the ropes for leverage. Seeing this out of the corner of his eye as he drops to make the count, Sentinel simply gets back up and refuses. Brody is on his feet in a moment, right in Sentinel's face to question his perceived bias.::

JC: “See?! What the hell is that?! Sentinel needs to do his damn job!"

LD: "And count an illegal pin? Who's being unrealistic now?"

JC: “It's only illegal if you get caught..."

LD: "And he got caught!"

JC: “...damn it, as soon as the words left my mouth..."

::Lula doesn't bother hiding her laughter at Jason's faux pas even as the distracted Brody is suddenly yanked backwards into a schoolboy by the observant Travis. Sentinel makes the count this time at the standard pace but Brody is out by the count of two, delivering a boot to Kyle's gut as he rises. A jumping knee smash follows before he clotheslines Travis over the top rope and to the floor. Shooting a glare at Sentinel, Brody leaves the ring but finds that Travis is ready for him. The Canadian Legend lights up Brody's chest with chop after chop before an eye rake buys the Nightmare some time. He bounces Kyle's head off the barricade and points at Sentinel as he does it a couple more times.::

LD: "Sentinel isn't even counting...he's just letting them go at it."

JC: “Oh, of course, because a weaker Brody is easier pickings for Sentinel!"

LD: "So you're saying you don't want to see two of your supposed favorites beating the schnike out of each other tonight?"

JC: “...damn it..."

::His constant attempts to get under Sentinel's skin get Montgomery III in trouble again, though. An elbow to the stomach breaks his grip on Travis who not only returns the favor of bashing Brody's skull against the railing but also against the ring apron before throwing him back in the ring. Sentinel continues leaning against the ropes as Travis follows Brody back in, delivering a snap suplex and floating over into a pin attempt.

ONE!








TWO!

::Brody kicks out at two and Kyle shifts his focus, turning toward the right arm and shoulder of the All-American Nightmare and stomping the ever-lovin' out of it. Bringing him up by the same arm, Kyle sends Brody right back to the mat with a nasty arm wringer before dropping a leg on the assaulted limb. Clamping on an armbar, Kyle twists and yanks on Brody's appendage but is kept from doing too much damage when Brody angles his body to get a foot over the bottom rope. Sentinel makes a silent count to five with Kyle breaking at four.::

LD: "There, see? He made Kyle break the hold. Happy now?"

JC: “Not until that big goof gets what's coming to him."

::Kyle sends Brody into the ropes but eats a wicked springboard roundhouse kick to the nose for his efforts. Brody, angry beyond reckoning, gets some of his stress out by stomping a figurative and near-literal hole in Kyle Travis. Sentinel does nothing to stop it, nor does he react when Brody rebounds off the ropes and drives a knee into the prone Kyle's head. Covering his opponent with the leg hooked, Brody watches with hating eyes as Sentinel again makes a standard count.::

ONE!







TWO!

JC: “Slow count!"

LD: "Really? Really?! That was the same freakin' count that Kyle got for his pin attempt!"

JC: “You don't see what I see, Lula!"

::Brody seems to think it was slow too but he keeps his focus. Whipping Kyle into the ropes, he follows closely behind and rams a knee right into his lower abdomen. Kyle staggers into the Nightmare's grip and eats a t-bone suplex for his efforts, getting thrown hard to the mat. Travis has just enough awareness to duck the shining wizard-style knee coming at his jaw, tripping Brody down to the mat and going back to the arm with a Fujiwara armbar that again has Brody scratching and clawing to reach the ropes.::

JC: “Travis really wants to finish this with a Pridebreaker it looks like."

LD: "His supposedly unbreakable submission?"

JC: “None other. I bet Brody could break it, though."

::It takes some doing but, again, Brody makes the ropes and Kyle, again, breaks at four. The Once and Future King doesn't wait long to get back on the attack, smashing and grinding the point of his elbow into Brody's right arm and shoulder. Brody creates some distance, delivering kicks and forearm shots with his left arm to try and get some respite from Kyle's assault. Travis is relentless, reversing an Irish whip and putting Brody shoulder-first into the turnbuckles. A hammerlock scoop slam follows, doing more damage to the limb.::

LD: "Ouch...Travis is really making a statement here. Think he's trying to send a message to Jeszika through her, ugh, husband?"

JC: “Par for the course with him. He's a cerebral bastard. A man after my own heart."

LD: "Please! You couldn't trick a two-year-old out of a lollipop!"

JC: “Bite me, Lula."

::Elbowing his way out of an attempted German suplex, Brody gets his face introduced to the turnbuckles but again elbows Travis, this time catching him near the eye. Reeling from the either lucky or perfect strike, Kyle has no answer for a handspring back elbow from Brody after he's sent into the corner. The move seems ill-advised in hindsight with the damage done to Brody's arm but the adrenaline is pumping now. Pulling Kyle out of the corner, he yanks him back by the hair, cinching his arm around the Canadian Legend's neck and flipping backward into a reverse DDT, the 14-Carat!

Aerynn on the outside is neither boosting nor degrading her employer. Her attention is more on the Silent Destroyer who is taking a dispassionate approach still to the match. Brody makes a cover and the Silent Destroyer is right there to make the count...but Kyle kicks out at two-and-a-half. There's a certain amount of pleasure that Sentinel takes in showing Brody two fingers...and satisfaction that Brody takes in firing back ONE finger at the special referee.::

LD: "Oh, that wasn't smart..."

JC: “Yeah? What's the big bonehead gonna do? Ruin the match he connived his way into by attacking Brody and incurring the consequences set forth by Oliver?"

LD: "A man can only take so much!"

::Kyle takes advantage of Brody being distracted by taunting Sentinel and almost surprises the All-American Nightmare with the Pridebreaker! Having his opponent well-scouted for once, Brody squirms free of Kyle's grip before he can lock it down, coming at him with a dropsault that strikes perfectly. Sentinel continues to watch from the ropes as Kyle foils Brody and almost steals the match with a well-executed small package. It's a long two-count before Brody fights his way out and proceeds to run right into a Travis clothesline. Stomping away at the arm again, Travis for a second time goes for the Pridebreaker but doesn't get anywhere near as close this time as Brody rolls out of the ring, kicking the steps in frustration. Aerynn sarcastically boosts her employer from a distance but he doesn't pay attention. Probably a good thing.::

JC: “She calls that support? I swear, where's the good help these days?!"

LD: "What did you expect? She's this company's champion and still is forced to be subservient to that bastard Brody! That's just wrong!"

JC: “She made her bed and now she's laying in it! Just like Kyle's looking to leave Brody laying!"

::Grabbing Brody by the hair and dragging him up onto the arpon, Kyle wraps his arm around the top rope and wrenches hard, making Brody grimace in pain. He pounds on the shoulder and bicep for all he's worth and only a desperation stunner-like counter that hangs Travis up neck-first on the top rope gets Brody out of his clutches. Both men are down, Travis in the ring and Brody on the apron. The All-American Nightmare rolls back into the ring and stalks Travis, managing to tune out the Silent Destroyer looming nearby.::

JC: “That's it, Brody...put Travis away and send a message to the man who's been trying to screw you over all night!"

::Brody bends at the hip, looking to get Travis up for the Playboy's Playmaker. A few elbows let Kyle slip down behind though the hurt arm of the Nightmare helps that along too. A knee to the back sends Brody into the ropes and he rebounds to find Kyle's hand clutching his face!::

LD: "Cold Snap incoming!"

::Brody braces his leg when he feels Travis step in, hurling him to the mat in desperation to escape Kyle's finisher. The Once and Future King is up fast and so is Brody, bringing Kyle up onto his shoulders despite the pain and launching him off, driving his knee square into the nose of Travis!::

JC: “Playboy's Playmaker! He nailed it!"

LD: "Travis might be out!"

::Brody yells at Sentinel to make the count, dropping down to cover Travis with the leg hooked. Sentinel drops to make the count...

ONE!








TWO!







THREE!

...and this time, the bell sounds.::

Jamie Hensley: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...BRODERICK MONTGOMERY III!"

::Brody gets back to his feet, cradling his hurt arm as Sentinel, surprisingly, steps in to raise the other. Looking at his enemy with a half-shocked, half-disgusted expression, Brody jerks his arm out of Sentinel's grip and turns on him, getting in his face and prodding him in the chest with his finger. Then he sticks his chin out, jaw pointing at Sentinel, daring the big man to take a shot!::

JC: “Hah! I love it! Five bucks will get you ten that that mute moron won't be able to resist taking the shot!"

LD: "Come on, Sentinel...don't do it! You gotta get revenge for Talon!"

::The big man's face has gone from slightly-amused to almost-raging. Aerynn watches with undisguised interest as Sentinel balls up his massive fist, just dying to cold-cock Brody. Somehow, he relents. He takes a deep breath and backs off, getting to the ropes and attempting to leave before he's spun around by Brody and shoved back into the ropes as the All-American Nightmare does his utmost to provoke an act that'll forestall the Silent Destroyer's vengeance!::

Oliver Georgio: "That will be quite enough, Mr. Montgomery! I'll not have you jeopardizing one of my marquee matches because you can't hold your water!"

JC: “Great, here comes the party pooper."

LD: "Finally we have a voice of reason!"

::Appearing on the stage, Oliver strides toward the ring, still addressing the two men in the ring.::

Oliver: "Sentinel, I know you don't want to ruin your opportunity against Broderick at Spring Slaughter. Don't be baited."

::Words of reason seem to fall on deaf ears as Brody again sticks his face within range of the Silence Behind the Violence, begging for a shot that would hurt yet give him what he wanted. Sentinel lashes out and grabs Brody around the throat, the man's eyes bulging as Sentinel's fingers dig in around his windpipe. The look on the Silent Destroyer's face is pure murder. Oliver gets into the ring and tries to get between the two but Sentinel isn't letting go...::

Oliver: "Not here, Sentinel! Let him go, blast it!"

::Pulling on him does nothing but after a few moments Sentinel lets go of his own accord, leaving Brody gasping. He brushes off Oliver and exits the ring, storming up the ramp in his trademark silence. Brody glares after him as Oliver breathes a sigh of relief.::

JC: “I knew he didn't have the stomach to do it! And when Brody puts him down like a bad habit at Spring Slaughter, no one will cheer louder than me!"

LD: "That scum is a doomed man, Jason! My money is on Sentinel making him pay!"

JC: “May as well just give that money to me and spare yourself the trouble!"

LD: "Not likely, but we're out of time, folks! See you at Spring Slaughter!"

::The last image is of Brody on the big screen, staring a hole through Sentinel who has stopped at the top of the ramp and is looking back over his shoulder at the All-American Nightmare. The UWA logo flashes on screen and we cut to black.::