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[UWAStaff]

::The laptops and streaming TV's flash the U.W.A. Logo across the center of the screen before the camera's go live to The Pit and the announcers sitting at the announce table.::

Lula Davidson: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Mayhem!”

Jason Chase: “We are on a little bit of a time delay here folks and we do apologize for the inconvience but we are here now and what a night we have for you! Sentinel makes his return to in ring compitition when he takes on the red hot Silver Baron!”

Lula Davidson: "Not to mention Silver Baron's running mates taking on Kyle Travis and Broderick Montgomery! Could be a big night for The Knights!”

Jason Chase: “there is also the bat shit crazy Aerynn Donnelly teaming with Pauly O'Conner to take on K.I.S.S.!”

Lula Davidson: "And also Aerynn's running mate Shonn taking on Stalker Knight! And! Amy Zing tries to derail the Vince Jones train!”

Jason Chase: “Let's jump right into the action then!”

Lula Davidson: "Actually before we do that, we have Pauly in the back!”

Jason Chase: “Joy?”

::The camera shifts from the announcers to Pauly as he strolls the halls of the arena awaiting his match later tonight. As he rounds one corner he bumps into the estranged one known as Tommy "Tedman" Zeller. He seems a bit out of it as he spots Pauly.::

Tommy: "Woah man. What's up? Can ya lend me a hand?"

::Pauly laughs as he can tell Tommy is clearly on some kind of drugs.::

Pauly: "Aye, I 'pose so. Ye okay lad?"

Tommy:"Tripping balls man. Got into the Worley's stash of liquid LSD. Then they reminded me I have a match, but this shit is kicking my ass. Can't find the entrance ramp. My match is scheduled to start any minute."

Pauly: "Ye really think yer in any shape tae fight?"

Tommy:"Got to try. Can't back out of my first match in UWA."

::Pauly laughs.::

Pauly: "Whatever you say man. Just don't let the lights and pyros get tae ye."

Tommy: "More boom? Oh man them Worleys set off fireworks and it was awesome! Which way is the ramp?"

::Pauly chuckles again as he points Tommy in the right direction.::

Tommy: "Thanks man!"

::Tommy takes of running. Pauly stands there for a moment to make sure e heads the right way. As he turns around he bumps into none other than the woman who defeated his friend for the World title not too long ago. He backs up and just gives her a mean ass glare.

Jeszika Gautier is there, walking with the title over her shoulder. She's dressed in street clothes, jeans, a tshirt, he long blond hair pulled up into a bun on the back of her head. She just rolls her eyes and keeps walking. To her, she sees no point stirring anything.::

Lula Davidson: "The Champ is here!”

Jason Chase: “Seriously? Did you have to say that?!”

Pauly: "Ye! I got a bone tae pick with ye Jesz!"

::Pauly screams out. Jeszika stops and rolls her eyes.::

Jeszika: "Of course you do..."

::She takes deep breath before turning to face him, a smile on her face.::

Jeszika: "Doesnt everyone?"

Pauly-"If ye like tae think. See ye got lucky in defeating Aerynn. Ye weren't so lucky against me. I'd bet ye would have the same unfortunate luck if we squared off again."

::He pokes the title.::

Pauly: "And maybe next time it'll be ye losing that not gaining it."

::Jeszika laughs::

Jeszika: "Maybe... Win the tournament and we shall see Pauly, you see, who's the say YOU just didnt get lucky against ME?"

::She goes to walk away. He grabs her by the shoulder and turns her around.::

Pauly: "Ye know it wasn't luck. I got the best of ye and yer just afraid tae admit it. Aye, I plan on winning this tournament. And if I do earn tha chance tae fight ye, I'll just have tae show ye gain that it wasn't luck."

::Jeszika looks him right in the eyes, showin no fear and just smirks.::

Jeszika: "And I'll show you just how much better I've become since we fought Pauly. I'm not the same broken Jeszika you fought a few months ago. I'm not that emotionally unstable girl you got one over on. You'd do well to remember that... Now if you excuse me, I have things to do, people to see... That don't involve you."

::She goes to walk away again.::

Pauly: "Think what ye want. Ye just masking it well. Yer still the same, just under a well hidden face of someone different."

::Jeszika rolls her eyes and keeps walking. She'd show him, and everyone else exactly how wrong they were about her. The camera then shifts back to Jamie in the ring.::

Jamie Hensley: “The folloowing contest is set for one fall, introducing first, from the Bounds of Hell and weighing in at 156 pounds… MR. SADISTIC!!! ”

::“So Others May Live” by Atreyu hits. The lights in the arena go out as the sound of screams echoes throughout. Pyros erupt from the stage of golden colors as Mr Sadistic makes his way to the ring noticing his fans in attendance. He hops up on the ring apron and raises his arms above his head giving the devil horns to anyone whose looking. He steps into the corner of he ring awaiting his opponent.::

Lula Davidson: "Here we go! ”

Jason Chase: “Some nice violence versus children’s toys... ”

Lula Davidson: "What?”

Jason Chase: “It’s sawed off shotgun of a man versus a giant teddy bear, what do you want?”

Jamie Hensley: “His opponents, from Parts unknown and weighing in at 200 pounds… TEDMAN!!!! ”

"The faster we're falling,
We're stopping and stalling.
We're running in circles again
Just as things we're looking up
You said it wasn't good enough.
But still we're trying one more time."

::Smoke fills the entrance ramp. Moments later black and yellow lights flash through the smoke. Followed by Tedman coming sprinting through the smoke and right down the ramp.::

"Maybe we're just trying too hard.
When really it's closer than it is too far,

Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep,
Up above in my head, instead of going under.
Instead of going under."

::The song plays as he slides in the ring and mounts each turnbuckle, getting te crowd into things before they even start. Shortly after the song fades Tedman disrobes the suit and waits for the bell to ring.::

Jason Chase: “This is our first look at the man under the Ted suit."

Lula Davidson: "That's Tommy Zeller. He made a brief stay here when UWA first opened. Then he just disappeared after his first match!"

Jason Chase: “How this man is even here right now. He drank a crap load of liquid LSD not even twenty four hours ago."

::The bell sounds and Tommy is distracted by it. In that single moment he gets leveled by a clothesline from hell. Sadistic stands there taunting him to get up. He turns his back for a brief moment and without warning gets rolled up into a pin by Tommy.::

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!



Lula Davidson: "Kickout by Sadistic."

Jason Chase: “Now it makes you wonder if that "distraction" was actually a strategic move or not."

::Both men get to their feet. Sadistic obviously mad, Tommy laughing his ass off. Seeing this enrages Sadistic as he charges at his opponent only to be taken down by a drop toe hold. Tommy tries to roll over and lock in a Crippler Crossface but Sadistic fights to the ropes never giving him a chance. The referee gets Tommy off and Sadistic stands up as the anger in his eyes grows even more.::

Lula Davidson: "Tommy seems to be on his game for not wrestling in close to a year."

Jason Chase: “Maybe he went on a hardcore training stint after his horrific loss to Nick Daniels on the first UWA show ever.”

Lula Davidson: "To come back like this? Who the hell knows."

::The two men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Tommy easily forced Sadistic to the corner with his obvious size advantage. He then begins to unload with a series of shin kicks to both legs of Sadistic. After about ten kicks he mounts the secod turnbuckle and takes Sadistic down with a viscious ddt and goes for the cover again, but Sadistic quickly kicks out before the referee can count to one. Tommy doesn't waste anytime a he drags Sadistic to his feet and whips him across the ring. Without thinking Tommy launches off the opposite ropes to try and land a moonsault but Sadistic slides underneath and somehow connects with a hard DDT.::

Jason Chase: “What a reversal by Sadistic. This can change the whole momentum of the match."

::Sadistic now goes for the cover himself.::




ONE!




TWO!




KICKOUT!


Lula Davidson: "Kickout by Tommy!"

Jason Chase: “These two are really going at it. Makes you wonder what lengths they will go to, to end up the victor."

::Sadistic stands up and gets in the refs face arguing that it should have been a three count. The crowd cheers and he turns around to see Tommy at his feet. He shakes his head and charges at Tommy. Tommy ducks underneath the charging Sadistic who bounces off the ropes only to be taken down by a Lou thez press followed by a series of punches. Tommy dismounts and now it is his turn to taunt Sadistic to get up.::

Jason Chase: “Tommy returning the taunt that Sadistic sent him before."

Lula Davidson: "This is going to piss him off.

::That is does. Sadistic slams his fists on the mat several times as Tommy stands there laughing. Sadistic finally makes it to his feet and manages to charge at Tommy and scoop slam him to the mat. In a rage he begins to send some heavy fists all over Tommy's head and body. Tommy tries to cover up but he can not predict where the punches are going to land. After many punches land the referee tells Sadistic to stop.::

Jason Chase: “Sadistic seems to give a crap less if he gets disqualified or not."

Lula Davidson: "Seems so Jason."

::Sadistic finally stops but does not get up. He tries for another pin fall.::



ONE!



TWO!


KICKOUT!



Lula Davidson: "Another kickout by Tommy."

::Before Sadistic can think Tommy is on his feet and turns to see his opponent standing as well. Tommy laughs and cracks his knuckles and Sadistic stands still. Almost seems like steam is about to blow out of his ears. The two charge at each other and Tommy goes to throw a punch but gets blocked. Sadistic counters with hard uppercut to the body and Tommy doubles over. Sadistic quickly flips around behind Tommy and puts all his might to pull off a german suplex.::

Jason Chase: “What strength by the little guy! And look!"

Lula Davidson: "He goes for another pin attempt!"




ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!

Jason Chase: “Tommy kicks out at the last second!"

::This enrages Sadistic as he wastes no time. He drags Tommy to his feet and quickly drops him again with a standing dropkick. Again he drags Tommy to his feet and sets Tommy up for one of his finishers. He musters a his has after this grueling match and gets Tommy up on his shoulders.::

Lula Davidson: "He is going for So others may live here!"

::Sadistic walks around with Tommy on his shoulders screaming to the crowd.::

Jason Chase: “Look at him. Acting like this match is in the bag. Could be costly if he doesn't end this soon."

::And cost Sadistic it does. Tommy swings around and throws a Hurricanrana all while locking in a triangle lock on the way down!::

Lula Davidson: "Tommy calls that move The Crank!"

Jason Chase: “Kind of Appropriate for what he was doing prior to the match, but an amazing reversal none the less!"

::The crowd goes nuts as Tommy really locks in the triangle lock. Sadistic scream out in pain as he tries anything he can to wiggle to the ropes. A minute or so goes by and he hasn't moved in inch.::

Lula Davidson: "Sadistic out up a good fight, but he seems to be fading quickly now."

::He continues to attempt to reach the ropes but Tommy screams as he wrenches the arm as much as possible. The pain is too much for Sadistic to bear as he finally taps out.::

Jason Chase: “It's all over! Tommy successful in his return!"

Jamie Hensley: “Your winner by way of submission.....TOMMY "Tedman" ZELLER!"

::Tommy finally releases the hold and grabs his Tedsuit. He gets in it and makes his way up the ramp, shaking hands with some spectators on his way out. A ad for Cataclysm airs and when we return it is to an empty ring.

The crowd is currently buzzing with excitement when all of a sudden the instrumental of "Take a Look at My Life" by Fat Joe begins to blare out through the arena. The crowd hears the oh so familiar music and they begin to boo in an anticipation of their unexpected guests.::

Jason Chase: “Well, you know what time it is now, Lula”

Lula Davidson: "Don't remind me!

::Vince Jones bursts through the entranceway curtains and marches straight down to the ring followed closely by his Entourage of Reno Banks "The Agent of the Stars", "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling" Jasmine Shelley, and his younger brother "The Last Don" Keshawn Jones. He and the rest of his crew make their way to ringside totally ignoring the crowd's reaction ready to take care of business.::

Jason Chase: “You see that, Lula? Now that right there is a real champion.”

Lula Davidson: "Real champion? More like an absolute jerk!”

Jason Chase: “Shhhhh! Don't speak so loudly, Lula! I wouldn't want to have to persuade my homie, Vinnie Jones, from wanting to lay you out with a backhand. I mean he's really nice guy when you get to know him.”

Lula Davidson: "Whatever!”

::They all slide into the ring and Vince Jones is immediately handed a microphone. Vince Jones raises the microphone to his lips and is about to begins speaking; but, Reno Banks immediately motions for Vince to hand him the mic. Vince nods and hands the mic over to Reno Banks as they continue to get showered with boos from the crowd.::

Jason Chase: “Now that's a true agent for you right there.”

Lula Davidson: "Are you done with the kissing up?”

Jason Chase: “Shhhhh!!! Reno Banks is about to speak. Have a little bit of respect for the man!”

::Reno straightens up his suit and tie and clears his throat as he looks out at the not so adoring crowd assembled around them right now.::

Reno Banks: “Good evening, UWA. I find it to be an absolute shame that I need to have the discussion that I am about to have with you all tonight...but I must. I, Reno Banks, am here tonight to fill you in on some of the travesties that my client...”

::He points towards Vince Jones.::

Reno Banks: “..."The Violence" Vince Jones, your current reigning UWA North American champion has had to deal with over the past two weeks or so now....”

BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Reno hears the boos and just shakes his head in disappointment.::

Jason Chase: “I'm with you, Reno! Its a shame how these people treat you, Vince Jones, and the rest of The Entourage.”

Lula Davidson: "I think the treatment is well-deserved.”

Reno Banks: “...You people boo my client; but, Vince Jones is the last person that you all should be heaping all of your disdain upon at this time. Just look at him.”

::Reno points in the direction of Vince Jones.::

Reno Banks: “This man right here is currently enjoying an unprecedented run as North American champion right now.”

Jason Chase: “Amen! Amen, my brother! Preach on!”

::Vince nods in agreement with each and everyone of Reno's statements.::

Reno Banks: “This man right here is the absolute epitome of what a real champion should be! "The Violence" Vince Jones walked into Fearless, fought and defended his belt the way a champion should, and walked out with the belt that is rightfully his.”

Jason Chase: “And to think you continue to be like all the rest of these people out here and criticize, Vince Jones! He is one of the best things to ever happen to UWA, Lula!”

Lula Davidson: "Really?? Would you just stop it already!”

::Vince Jones, Keshawn, and Jasmine all begin clapping at Reno's praises while the crowd errupts with a chorus of boos.::

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

::Lula Davidson reaches over and slaps Jason Chase as he begins clapping as well.::

Lula Davidson: "Enough already, Jason! That's enough!”

::Reno looks around the arena and begins nodding his head in the process.::

Reno Banks: “With all that said...let me tell you all about none other than...K.I.S.S!”

::All of a sudden the crowd goes wild with K.I.S.S chants.

K.I.S.S!!!

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

K.I.S.S!!!

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

K.I.S.S!!!

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap::

Jason Chase: “Sometimes I wonder what all the fuss about K.I.S.S is for? Is it really warranted? I mean you don't ever hear them paying Vince Jones the respect he deserves.”

Lula Davidson: "They get the support from the fans because they've earned it!”

Jason Chase: “And Vince Jones hasn't?? Its the T and A. Its gotta be the T and A!”

Lula Davidson: "You're absolutely horrible! I hope you know that!”

::The chanting continues and Vince Jones starts cracking his knuckles and pounding his fists together in frustration at the crowd's love for K.I.S.S. Jasmine, Keshawn, and Reno take a moment to try and keep him calm. Reno then turns his attention once again to the crowd at hand.::

Reno Banks: “Oh, you all love them. You absolutely adore them, huh? And who could blame you all? They're cute. They're full of energy. They're supposed to be these wonderful, upstanding women. Right? Right??”

::Reno begins nodding his head to the crowd.::

Reno Banks: “Hmph! That's exactly what we all thought they were supposed to be until this impromptu meeting that was called by a Mr. Oliver Georgio for Mr. Vince Jones and the rest of us to attend. Oh, you won't believe some of the things that your honorable heros, the K.I.S.S girls, had to say. Supposedly Vince Jones needed the assistance of what they termed to be "loaded gloves" to gain an unfair advantage and steal the North American title victory away from poor wittle Ashley. I mean what eva happened to taking a loss the right way and moving on, acknowledging the fact that the better man...”

::Reno points at Vince Jones.::

Reno Banks: “...happened to win?”

Jason Chase: “He makes a good point! What ever happened to all of that, Lula??”

Lula Davidson: "Like Vince Jones hasn't blown up over a loss and attacked the victor before! Get off it, Jason!”

Reno Banks: “Oh yeah. I'm talking about you and the rest of your buddies, Ashley Kenyon. Supposedly Vince Jones fought and beat her with the use of some gloves loaded with metal plating of some sort. Oh no, no, no, noooooooo! It wasn't the fact that maybe she was just overmatched. Oh noooooo!! There's absolutely no way in the world that maybe Vince Jones was boasting a one hundred plus pound weight advantage on her. There's no way in the world that maybe Vince Jones carries along with him roughly a decade and a half of in-ring experience. With all that being said there's no way in the world that maybe, just maybe, Miss Ashley Kenyon was...”

::All of a sudden "Kiss Tried to Kill Me" begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd goes nuts. Vince Jones, Reno, Jasmine, and Keshawn all immediately turn towards the entrance curtains as none other than Nikki Peltier, Ashley Kenyon, and Bethany Kenyon quickly emerge with bright smiles across their faces and armed with microphones of their own. Nikki motions for their entrance music to be cut and the three women all begin to clap their hands in unison.::

Lula Davidson: "Yes! Now things are starting to look up!”

Jason Chase: “Hmph! I bet you would say something like that! You women all have to stick together! Right??”

::The girls suddenly cease their clapping and look at Vince and his crew in total amusement.::

Nikki: “Bravo, Reno! Bravooooo!! That was some speech you were in the middle of just now. I think you deserve a nomination for best supporting actor as the guy who may truly believe all the crap that's spewing from your mouth!”

::The three women laugh at Reno's expense as Reno looks back with an expression of outrage.::

Nikki: “And how have you managed to keep Vince so quiet tonight? Usually he's the main one running his mouth non-stop; but, tonight its like he's putting on his best Silent Bob impersonation. Kudos to, Vince!”

::Nikki, Bethany, and Ashley all give Vince Jones the thumbs up.::

Nikki: “Now we're sorry to interrupt this regularly scheduled Vince Jones and company bullshit fest; but, me and the girls here just couldn't help; but overhear you talking about the events of Fearless, namely that UWA North American title match.”

Jason Chase: “Oh! Now here we go...”

::Reno shrugs his shoulders.::

Reno Banks: “And what about it? We've said it before and we'll say it again. The match is done! Its ova with! Its in the record books! Little Miss Ashley lost! Now how about the three of you just run along!”

::Bethany steps forward and just shakes her head in disappointment with Reno.::

Bethany: “Oh, so you just want us to run along now? After what Vince Jones did at Fearless you think we're just gonna run along and turn a blind eye? He cheated my sister out of her chance at being UWA North American champ!”

Reno Banks: “And what evidence do you have to support your claims? You all have nothing, nothing at all!”

Jason Chase: “Mmm hmmm...absolutely nothing at all!”

::Ashley steps forward and whips out the "loaded gloves" in question and shows them for the whole crowd to see.::

Ashley: “Evidence?? Uh...helloooo!!! Here are the gloves!! They're right here!”

::She opens up the knuckles of the gloves exposing a shiny, metal plate in each of them.::

Ashley: “If this isn't evidence than I don't know what is, Reno!”

::Reno, Jasmine, Keshawn, and Vince all huddle together close for a brief moment and exchange some words amongst one another. Suddenly they all turn towards the women and laugh in unison.::

Reno Banks: “I see...I see. So, you all have some gloves that look similar to the style of gloves that Mr. Jones sports in the ring. And you expect us to take that seriously??”

Ashley: “Yes!! You all know what went down! I should be the champ right now, not him!”

Reno Banks: “Like we all haven't heard that from each and every last opponent that Jonesy's demolished in the ring...Now I don't know about you; but, when it comes to the real world it takes a whole lot more than some gloves you three could've picked up at a thrift store and had stuffed to bring down anyone.”

Jason Chase: “He's right! I could've swore I saw those same gloves at the local thrift store in my hometown. I almost bought a pair...”

Lula Davidson: "What do you mean? They look almost identical to Vince's normal gloves!”

Reno Banks: “Now how many MMA fighters wear similar gloves, huh?? Did you eva think about that? Where are your fingerprints? Can you tell us where exactly these gloves were found, huh? Do you have any concrete evidence that absolutely without a shadow of a doubt links Vince Jones to those gloves you have in your hand right now?”

::Ashley, Nikki, and Bethany all look down at the gloves in question as Reno continues.::

Reno Banks: “Ah yes...silence. That right there is the sound of uncertainty. Now in the court of public opinion that may be golden; but, in real court that gets you nothing. While we're speaking of court I believe that we now have quiet a bit of public evidence of the three of you attempting to commit slander against the name of "The Violence" Vince Jones. So if you have nothing else to add, I will once again ask that the three of you leave right now and maybe we won't consider having any charges pressed against you.”

::Ashley, Nikki, and Bethany all stand there and look at one another solemnly and then turn towards Reno Banks.::

Reno Banks: “And what are you three still doing hanging around here?”

Ashley: “Well, we have nothing more to add to this discussion; but, I think we know someone who does.”

Nikki: “Mr. Lenny Morales, could you please come forward.”

Jason Chase: “WHO???”

::All of a sudden an elderly hispanic gentleman wearing a pair glasses, a black K.I.S.S t-shirt, and black khakis comes strolling out through the entranceway curtains and waves at the crowd. Vince Jones and the rest of his crew stare at the old man in confusion.::

Bethany: “You all may not know this man; but, he is an employee from the Stockton Arena, the location of Fearless, and he is the one who so graciously notified us about the gloves that he found of yours that were tossed in a trashcan while you all were exiting the arena that night.”

Reno Banks: “(amused) Oh really? Is that so?”

::Nikki hands her microphone to Lenny Morales and he shakes his head in disappointment as he looks at Vince Jones and the rest of his crew standing in the ring.::

Lenny Morales: “I don't even know where to begin. I've been a wrestling fan for almost all of my life, man. I've watched greats like Bruno Sammartino in the ring. I've seen guys like "Soul Man" Rocky Johnson, Don Muraco, Andre the Giant, and more. I've witnessed many great legends throughout my seventy-three years in this world. Then, there's you...a total fake!”

::Vince becomes totally outraged by Lenny's remarks and his entourage try their best to keep him in check as Lenny continues on.::

Lenny Morales: “Then, there's you, Vince Jones! You're a total disgrace! You come out here and call yourself a champion, this man, myth, and legend yet you go into a match against Ashley Kenyon with metal plated gloves? What for? You try your best to try and make us all believe that you are really worth a damn out there in the ring; but, the guy who really must need to be convinced is yourself! You think Ali ever fought with loaded gloves? No! And why? Because he was a real champion! Look at a guy like Dean "The Cat" Vachon...”

::All of a sudden Vince Jones can't keep himself in check any longer as he snatches the mic from Reno and rushes forward towards the ring ropes.::

Vince Jones: “And what the hell do you know about Dean "The Cat" Vachon, huh?? HUH??”

Lenny Morales: “I know that he was a phenomenal professional wrestler back in his hey day! He may have never won a title belt; but, at least he fought his matches with honor!”

Vince Jones: “Shut the hell up, old man! Shut it up!”

::Vince makes a move to exit the ring; but, Keshawn immediately pulls him back and begins yelling at him trying to get him back under control.::

Lenny Morales: “I bet you're mad! You should be mad! Now you know how all these people feel right about now! Now you know how I feel! I watched you and your companions that night when you all were leaving the building! You all were laughing and having a good time that night thinking that no one knew!”

::Lenny asks for the gloves and Ashley hands them over to him. He then points the gloves towards Vince Jones and his crew in the ring.::

Lenny Morales: “Really? Really, Vince??? Is this what it takes to win nowadays?”

::Vince Jones is about to fire back once again when Reno quickly cuts him off and asks for the mic.::

Reno Banks: “You know what? We all loved your little story that you just shared with us now; but, what makes you think that any of us should believe an old man like you? How do we know that you're not a tad bit delusional in your old age? For cryin' outloud you come out here supporting Ashley Kenyon and her cries for justice wearing a K.I.S.S shirt of all things. Now I don't know about you; but, that right there in itself could show just a little bit of bias. I wonder whose back pocket you're in right now? How do we know you weren't paid by those lady friends of yours to make that statement just now?”

Jason Chase: “Reno Banks is once again right! That man is a true genius!”

Lula Davidson: "More like a con-artist in my opinion...”

::Lenny Morales shakes his head.::

Lenny Morales: “Delusional? Oh, is that so? Well, I know that I saw what I saw at the Stockton Arena that night and right now there's only one word on my mind that sums up my feelings on all that went down and that's...”

::Lenny thrusts his first in the air.::

Lenny Morales: “...rematch!”

::He starts chanting rematch and thrusts his fist straight up in the air after every word. Vince Jones and his entourage glare at Lenny Morales in outrage. All of a sudden Nikki, Ashley, and Bethany all follow his lead and continue on with the rematch chant. Vince grabs the mic from Reno.::

Vince Jones: “Fuck you bitches! You out yo damn minds if you think there's gonna be a Jones/Kenyon rematch! Nah, son! Neva! And you best belieeeeeve that! 'Nuff said! So all four of you might as well roll the fuck on oughta this joint!”

::Nikki, Ashley, Bethany, and Lenny don't Vince Jones any mind as they continue on with the REMATCH chant. Soon enough the whole crowd in the arena join in on the REMATCH chant as well and thrusting their fists in the air just the same.::

REMATCH!!
REMATCH!!
REMATCH!!
REMATCH!!
REMATCH!!

::Vince Jones and the rest of his crew start covering their ears in agony over the deafening REMATCH chants coming from every corner of the arena.::

Vince Jones: “Cry all you want, Ash! You not getting shit! 'Nuff said!”

::Vince Jones flips off the crowd as the REMATCH chant continues.::

Lula Davidson: "Real class act that Vince Jones is...”

Jason Chase: “Well, the crowd pushed him to do that! I know how it is! I'm down with the Jones!”

Lula Davidson: "Good grief!!”

::Vince Jones and his crew opt to exit through the crowd while the REMATCH chants continue on and on to the amusement of K.I.S.S and Lenny Morales. The scene then shifts to office of Oliver Georgio as he watches on, less then amused with Vince Jones, but pleasently surprised with Jeszika and her restraint.::

Oliver: “.....Hmm. May need to do something about this next week.”

::The camera then shifts back to a empty ring and the announce table.::

Lula Davidson: "Well we have a treat for you all! Those of you who thought you had to wait to see Broderick Vs Craven....well you were wrong!”

Jamie Hensley: “Introducing first from New York City. He is a member of the Sin City Knights. Weighting in at Two hundred and Forty pounds. He is.....CRAVEN!”

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

Lula Davidson: "Say what you want about Craven, he has been on the ball lately. He's won four straight.”

Jason Chase: “and I don't see him walking out the way Stalker did, so I think this may be five.”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada. Weighting in at Two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is.....BRODERICK MONTGOMERY!”

::The lights of the arena fade to darkness as the Tron shows a leather clad and hooded Brody standing on a lonely two lane highway in the dead of head with his head down. The sky above black as the leather on his back and the hood up shadowing his face. The image flashed once and then disappeared, replace by the words "The Lost One." and the strumming of a guitar begins with a slow methodical clap matching it.::

"When everything has turned to black.
You don't know where to go.
You need something to justify your soul.
Silences are broken. Confidence is gone.
When everything your holding onto falls."

::The guitar continues as its on as images flash across the tron. Images of Aerynn and the war with The children. Of his own brutal treatment and of Jeszika and Melissa. Telling a simple story. I stand alone. As the words pick up again the leather and hood clad Broderick walks through the curtain slowly.::

"All the people selling truth's
on every corner now.
They wait until the fear has knocked you down.
All the rules are changing now.
Your living in sin.
Everything around you’s cavin in.
And all your holding onto is slipping
like water through your hands....yes."

::As the song goes into it's "You sing La, La, La, La, La" over and over again Brody begins to make his way down the ramp way and up the stairs to enter the ring. Once he gets into the ring Brody stops just in the center with the black light strobbing around him and the woman singing his song to the thousands of cheering fans.::

"Far off in the distance.
somewhere you can't see.
Allegiances have formed your destiny."
Opposition all around. Feeding off your soul.
Trying hard to swallow up your hope.
And the demons all around you
waiting for you to sell your soul....."

Lula Davidson: "i think all of you saw my interview with the Lost One. He's going down a dangerous path.”

Jason Chase: “and losing his mind the further he goes down it. I love it.”

Lula Davidson: "Of course you do.”

::Craven and Brody wait until the referee rings the bell and then lock up in the center of the ring. The two men being of equal size neither can really get the best of the other until Brody begins to back Craven into the corner. Once in the ring Craven lifts his hands and Brody breaks the hold and steps back away. The crowd cheers at the show of sportsmanship.

Craven comes out of the corner quickly and aims for a clothesline, but Brody ducks under it and when Craven passes him by he leans back and grabs the man by the back of the head and drops down into a huge neck breaker. Once Craven hits the mat Brody floats over into the cover.::




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TWO-KICKOUT!

::Brody pulls Craven up by the hair and lets leans in to begin delivering hard right hands but after the second or third right hand a whistle breaks the cheers of the crowd. The crowd looks around but finds no one else at ringside. Brody leans up on his knees as the whistle sounds a second time and then came the very clearly female voice.::

Aerynn: “OOOOHHHHHH Brody!”

::The Tron came to life to show Aerynn Donnelly, Pauly O'Conner and Shonn Mcguire standing inside the locker room of The Lost One.::

Lula Davidson: "What the hell is she doing?!”

Jason Chase: “Whatever it is, it cannot be good.”

Aerynn: "I told ye tha' no one gets a happy endin' an' I meant it. Now.. Ye get tae watch."

::Aerynn then leaned into the camera and whispered.::

Aerynn: "Poor Brody. He canna protect anyone."

::Aerynn turned and grasped the door of the locker room and began to slowly close it, showing the form of a terrified Jayni Sullivan huddled in the corner of the room and Aerynn laughing and then the tron died.::

Lula Davidson: "....This is sick!”

Jason Chase: “They wouldn't actually hurt her.....would they?”

Lula Davidson: "Look at who your talking about!”

::The main camera comes back to Brody standing in the center of the ring and pacing back and forth talking to himself and grasping his hair and then turns without warning and runs to the ropes and slides to the floor and sprints up the ramp way as the referee begins his ten count. Craven looks for a moment like he wants to stay and then rolls out of the ring and follows.::

Lula Davidson: "What is Craven doing?!”

Jason Chase: “Craven knows what it's like to have someone counting on you and feel like you let them down.”

Lula Davidson: "So he's gonna help. That's amazing!”

::The camera follows as the ring announcer announcers that both Craven and Brody have been counted out, but the fans are all cheering. The camera follows along behind Brody and Craven as they sprint through the hallways. When they get to the locker room the door is open and the three are gone. Brody walks in slowly to find Jayni lying on her stomach blood pooling around her.::

Lula Davidson: "....Oh god.....”

Jason Chase: “She actually did it....”

Craven: “......Brody....”

Brody: “Get out.....”

::Brody whispered as he looks down at the scene his whole body seems to be shaking. The camera fades to the ringside area as EMT's are piling into the room and Craven is shown walking away shaking his head in disgust.

The camera shifts then back to ring side to find Sang Réal, Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown, sitting at the announcers table.::

::Music fills the arena and purple lightning crashes. The from 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.::

Jamie Hensley: “Representing Avalon, he hails from Nova Scotia, Canada and weighs 297 pounds…Stalker Knight!”

Krown: “I honestly thought he was dead.”

Murphy: “No, but the crowd is.”

Krown: “Huh, he did bring death.”

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

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent is from Las Vegas, Nevada via Dublin, Ireland, and weighs in at 230…Shonn Maguire!”

Krown: “If you enter Shonn on Wikipedia, it sends you to Loyall, Kentucky, thus confirming my belief that there is no one on Earth actually named Shonn.”

Murphy: “I’m Irish and even I don’t think it’s a drunken attempt at Shaun.”

::Shonn and Stalker circle each other and lock up. Stalker manages to lock in a hammerlock. Shonn reaches behind him, trying to throw a few elbows to get Stalker off him. After a few shots, Knight is forced break the hammerlock, but connects with a big boot, knocking Shonn down to the mat.::

Murphy: “So when the Knights leave and come back, what fictional country do you think they will be?”

Krown: “I sort of think Evil Narnia has a good ring, and you know that they have experience torturing animals like the Ice Witch in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.”

Murphy: “True.”

::Shonn gets back to his feet. Stalker catches him and hoists him up, suplexing him down on the mat.::

Murphy: “Stalker is of course the oldest of the 46 Knight children and was voted most likely to reenact the pit from Silence of the Lambs in grade school.”

Krown: “His parents tried to abandon him in the woods to be raised by wolves, but the wolves brought him back.”

::As Shonn gets to his feet, Knight hits the ropes, bouncing off and going for a big boot. Shonn is able to duck and connects with a chop to Stalker’s chest, then another and another. Knight staggers back. Shonn follows with a quick punch and an Irish whip.::

Murphy: “Shonn is, of course, one of like thirty people here employed by Broderick Montgomery III, or working for Aerynn who technically is still employeed to him?”

Krown: “The man owns half the roster I think.”

MurphY: “Money doesn’t buy happiness, just a lot of wrestlers.”

::Stalker manages to reverse the Irish whip attempt, sending Shonn into the ropes. He catches him and slams him down with a power slam, hooking the leg for a pinfall attempt.::



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::Shoon kicks out and slowly manages to get to his feet. Stalker shoots him into the corner and charges in for a corner splash. At the last minute, Shonn ducks out of the way.::

Murphy: “Remember when Avalon or Dark Camelot was impressive?”

Krown: “No.”

Murphy: “Me neither.”

::Going on the offensive, he nails Stalker with a clothesline, then another and another. Shooting Knight into the ropes, Shonn catches him with a spinning spinbuster and hooks the leg.::



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Kickout!


Murphy: “This should not be that difficult.”

Krown: “For those of you just joining us, I remind you that Gotham, Sleepy Hollow and the Blacklist are all on and better than this match.”

Murphy: “Having a tooth filled is better than this match.”

::Shonn is quick to his feet, almost stalking Stalker as he starts to get up. Grabbing the leader of Avalon, Shonn pulls him in for the Devil Hammer. Before Shonn can execute the move, Stalker manages to counter out of it, spinning Shonn around, hoisting him up and planting him with a spinebuster of his own. He hooks the legs for a cover.::



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Kickout!


Murphy: “Monkey see, monkey do wrong.”

Krown: “We apologize to the monkey community who feel offended for us comparing Stalker Knight to a monkey.”

::Knight manages to get to his feet, and nails Shonn with a kick, then drops him with a Fameasser. He hooks the leg for another pin attempt.::



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Shoulder up!

Krown: “Can you imagine if Stalker Knight can win this tournament?”

Murphy: “Not really, no.”

Krown: “Every small animal in Nova Scotia will die in the Knights’ celebration. Although, killing a small animal is also how they welcome neighbors, express sorrow to friends, basically anything that requires a card or gift basket, the Knights just torture and kill a small animal.”

::Stalker is the first to his feet. He grabs Shonn, sending him towards the corner. Shonn reverses and follows with a clothesline. Stalker staggers out of the corner and right into the Devil Hammer. Shonn hooks the leg.::



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Murphy: “And once again, Knight has fallen. I did not ever have to try to come up with that one.”

Krown: “Kind of hard to save one when you see the outcome coming.”

::Shonn gets to his feet, throwing his arms in the air in victory as the referee moves to hold up his arm. Murphy and Krown get up and head to the back.::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner…Shonn Maguire!”

::Shonn exits the ring, arm raised as he walks to the back.::

Lula Davidson: "A quick match, but still a big win for this newcomer.”

Jason Chase: “I think Evil Narnia is a good name.”

::The camera shifts from Shonn celebrating to the backstage area to show Jayni Sullivan being wheeled down the hallway and pushed into the ambulance. The silence and hooded form of Broderick Montgomery walks beside her. As they are loading her into the ambulance a blond figure appears next to Brody and lays a hand on his shoulder.::

Jeszika: “....you ok?”

Brody: “....Do I look okay Jezzy?”

Jeszika: “...Why would she do this? Jayni? Carrie? Billy?”

Brody: “Because she is a damn rabid Dog. Running around and attacking anyone who crosses her path. Anyone who gets in her way”

::Brody's tone was low, growling out these words and his whole body was tense. When the doors of the ambulance closed and it began to drive away Brody turns to face Jeszika and she actually recoils from the hate beneath the hood.::

Jeszika: “....Brody don't lose control......you saw what Oliver did to me....”

Brody: “....Excuse me Jezzy....i need to put down a rabid animal.”

::Brody shoulders past Jeszika who looks on helplessly as Brody stalks away muttering something about ending this bitch and whispers.::

Jeszika: “....Be careful. More people care then you realize.”

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

Lula Davidson: "I hope Aerynn realizes the hornet's nest she unleashed.”

Jason Chase: “I hope Brody realizes the hornets nest HE'S walking into.””

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall, Introducing first from New York City and weighting in at Two hundred and sixty-nine pounds. He is the North American Champion.....VINNNNNNNNNCE JOOOOOONES!”

BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE MAIN EVENT!!!

::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.::

Lula Davidson: "Vince snapped last week, he really let rip on Joshua McBride.”

Jason Chase: “You don’t mess with my boy yo! He stomp you a new shitter yo!”

Lula Davidson: "...Seriously? You still keeping that up!”

Jason Chase: “Don't hate, not easy bein a playa yo!”

Lula Davidson: "Only playa action you been getting is on a dating simulation game!”

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

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

Jamie Hensley: ““And his opponent From San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China. The UWA Television Champion “The Hong Kong Sensation”…Aaaaaamy Ziiiiing!”

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

“You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable
You'll never break me
I'm unstoppable”

Lula Davidson: "Special match tonight folks, we got a champion vs champion match for you all!”

Jason Chase: “Yo Zing stand no chance against ma man Vinny J yo, she nuthin but a paper champ!”

Lula Davidson: "Jesus Jason quit trying to be Gangsta, it got old about I dunno 6 shows ago! Besides don’t take the Hong Kong Sensation lightly Jason! She never gives up!”

Jason Chase: “Vinny gunna violate dat bitch yo!”

::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leaps up onto the apron and slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together, her hands and fingers touching. Amy then removes the title from her waist and takes off her t-shirt, which she then tosses to the crowd.  She holds up the championship.::

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

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

When suddenly, the stage lights begin to flash red, as 'With me' begins to play. ::

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

::A loud engine can be heard, as Lacey Roberts comes out to the stage on her chopper.::

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

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

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

::Once Lacey reaches the ring, she takes a couple laps around the ring, before she gets off, and taunts Amy. Amy glares at Lacey, as Lacey begins to walk towards the announce table::

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

::Lacey then pulls up a chair, and puts on a headset of her own, smirking directly at Amy::

Lula Davidson: "Well I guess we're being joined by Lacey Roberts.”

Jason Chase: “How you doin'?

Lacey: “Did I say you could talk boy?”

Jason Chase: “Oi. It's jus' my job yo.”

Lacey: “Well you sound like you've been choking on your boyfriend's dick alot more then what should be allowed.”

Lula Davidson: "HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

:The ref hands the titles to an outside hand, and signals for the bell. Amy comes charging out of the corner and leaps up for a dropkick, but Jones rolls underneath and back to his feet, while Amy lands flat on her back. Jones lands a few kicks to the ribs of Amy, then lands a dropkick to the same area. Jones hooks the leg to pin.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!

Lula Davidson: "Vince Jones strong right off the bat.”

Jason Chase: “Dat's how mah boi rolls yo.”

Lacey Roberts: “That's how a champion is suppose to be like.”

::Jones picks Amy up and knees her ribs, then lifts her up for a suplex, but drops her down into a flapjack! Cover.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!

::Jones kicks at Amy’s ribs repeatedly, then picks her up, preparing for a Brainbuster, but Amy reverses with a quick back body drop. Amy then lifts her leg up for a vertical split, and drops it on the throat of Jones. She keeps it on to pin.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!

::The two quickly get back up and lock up. Jones uses his size advantage to just overpower Amy down to the mat. She gets back to her feet and rushes towards the North American champion, only to be met by the same fate.::

Lula Davidson: "Amy not giving up here.”

Lacey Roberts: “She's insane if she keeps trying that.”

Jason Chase: “Word.”

::As she rushes at him once more, Jones uses her momentum to slam her down with a spinebuster, followed up with a Boston Crab. Jones pulls back on Amy’s legs, adding more pressure to the hold. Amy uses the momentum to roll backwards, forcing Jones to release the hold. Amy rolls back to her feet and runs at Jones. Amy connects with a dropkick to the chest, but falls to the mat in exhaustion after she connects. Both stars remain motionless on the mat as the referee begins the knockout count…::



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Lula Davidson: "Both champions might be out cold!”

Jason Chase: “Naw yo. Jones iz justa creatin' sum suspense yo.”

Lacey Roberts: “Lula, why the fuck haven't you put a bullet in this shit's head?”

Lula Davidson: "I'm tempted to every night.”

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::Amy starts crawling to the side of the ring. She uses the ropes for leverage as she makes her way back up. Once she gets back to her feet she walks over to Jones and stomps him repeatedly. Amy picks Jones up off the mat before shoving him into the corner. Amy begins to deliver numerous chops to the chest of Jones, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the arena. Amy hoists Jones up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Amy climbs to the top as well and sets Jones up in a Superplex position. Amy tries to lift Jones into the air, but he uses his strength to block the move. He knees Amy in the head, causing her to lose her balance. Jones falls back onto the turnbuckle and regains his balance. Jones leaps off the top rope, grabbing Amy by the head on his way down, hitting a tornado DDT. The crowd goes nuts!::

Lula Davidson: "Wow. Didn't expect that from Vince jones.”

Jason Chase: “Don't be. Mah boi can do anything he wants yo.”

Lacey Roberts: “Yeah I'm gonna have to agree with Lula here. Looked like it could have snapped Amy's neck. I hope not.”

::Jones is the first one back to his feet. Jones stumbles towards Amy and hits her with a sloppy elbow drop. Jones gets back to his feet, only to hit Amy with another. Getting some momentum on his side, Jones decides to climb to the middle rope and try for a high-risk maneuver. Jones leaps off the middle rope, looking for a splash splash, but Amy moves out of the way at the last minute. Amy gets up to her feet before picking Jones up from the mat. Amy hits Jones with multiple strikes before surprisingly hitting a Snap Suplex. She quickly goes for a cover.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!


Jason Chase: “Just give it up bitch!”

Lula Davidson: "Amy Zing doesn't do that.”

Lacey Roberts: “She'll need that fire when she goes against me.”

::Amy grabs the legs of Jones and locks in a Boston Crab. Jones screams in agony as he tries to squirm out of the move, but it’s no use. Amy pulls back as hard as she can. Jones lifts his arms into the air as if he is ready to tap, but pulls himself closer to the ropes instead. Jones finally reaches the ropes, but Amy won’t release the hold. The referee begins the DQ count…::

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::Amy releases the hold. Jones rolls to the outside of the ring, clutching his back. Amy climbs out to the apron, and signals for the Suicide Hurricanrana. As Jones gets back to his feet, she dives at him wrapping her legs around his head. Once again though, his strength works to his advantage as he uses her momentum to spin her around and slams her head into the barricade that keeps the crowd at bay.::

Jason Chase: “That's how ya beat a bitch!”

Lula Davidson: "Seriously chase. Shut up if you don't want to get knocked out.”

Lacey Roberts: “Exactly. But those two better stay the fuck away from my Harely if they know what's good for them.”

::Jones rolls Amy back into the ring, and slides in after her. Jones clubs Amy in the ribs several times before trying to lock in a rear naked choke. Amy squirms out of the move, and locks in a quick side headlock. Jones counters the move into a Back Suplex, but Amy rolls backward onto her feet. Amy sets up for a Lungblower, but Jones breaks free of the move. Jones sends Amy running towards the ropes. Amy comes back and tries for a Clothesline, but Jones grabs Amy’s arm and sets her up in a Hammerlock. Amy counters the move into a snapmare, and tries for another quick pin.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!

::Amy wastes no time getting back to work, kicking Jones in the head several times. Amy picks Jones up from the mat before Irish Whipping him into the corner. Amy runs to the corner and tries to hit Jones with her second Shining Wizard of the night. Jones blocks the move though, and slams her hard onto the mat. He grabs her legs, and flips over into a pin.::

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TWO!


KICKOUT!

::At the last second, Amy is able to kick out of the pin. Both competitors get back to their feet, and Amy is quickly hit with a standing dropkick. Jones lifts her up, before hitting The Thug Killa. Figuring that the match was over, he goes for the cover.::

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KICKOUT!

Lula Davidson: "Wow.”

Jason Chase: “Only a minor setback yo. May boi's gonna add anotha!”

Lacey Roberts: “Crackerhead here is right. Zing can talk all she wants about not giving up, and fuck, she can show it, but she's got no chance.”

::Jones looks at the ref in disbelief, almost ready to attack him. As he argues with the ref, Amy slowly makes her way back onto her feet. Jones turns around and goes for a big boot, but Amy is able to duck under it and nails him with an enziguri. She quickly follows up with a couple elbows to the head.::

Lula Davidson: "She's still got fire left.”

Lacey Roberts: “Naw, just desperate scratching a clawing.”

Jason Chase: “dat's nothin' to Joones yo.”

::Amy lifts him up off the ground, and goes to Irish Whip him into the corner, but he reverses it. He runs at her nailing her with a clothesline, before lifting her up onto the turnbuckle. Jones climbs up going for a superplex, but as they both fall Amy is able to twist her body nailing him with a crossbody. As both of them lay motionless, the ref begins the count again…::

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::Amy begins to get back to her feet. Jones crawls to the ropes, slowly getting to his feet as well. Both stumble to the middle of the ring. Amy throws an elbow at Jones and connects. Jones returns the favor with an elbow of his own. Amy throws another. Jones throws another. Amy bounces off the ropes and hits Jones with an elbow. Jones bounces off, and tries for the same, but Amy blocks the attempt. Amy hits Jones with a low kick, followed by a middle kick, then a spinning back chop, and then a high kick before running towards the ropes. But Jones counters witha sick clothesline that almost turns her inside out.::

Lula Davidson: "Holy crap. That coulda killed her!”

Jason Chase: “Dat's what he does.”

Lacey Roberts: “Meh, I've seen worse. Felt worse from my old man.”

::Jones smirks, and lifts Amy up, and hits the Silencer! He goes for the cover.::

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THREE!

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

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner. The UWA North American Champion. Vince Jones!”

Lula Davidson: "A hard fought match, but Jones takes the win.”

::Lacey Roberts: more of a fight then I expected. I knew what I did at Fearless was what she needed to fight harder.::

Lula Davidson: "This is also on top of Bob Brooks attack earlier. You must have loved that.”

Lacey Roberts: “It was good. Should have done more though.”

Jason Chase: “Either way, it's anotha win for da North 'Murican champ.”

::Lacey rolled her eyes, as she took off her headset. Vince Jones was out of the ring now, celebrating up the ramp. Lacey then grabbed a mic, the TV title, and slid into the ring. She stood over Amy.::

Lacey Roberts: “Not bad Zing-chan. But like everything else, not good enough.”

::The crowd gives a mixed reaction towards Lacey. She smirks at he noise though.::

Lacey Roberts:”You'll have to do alot better then that if you want 'prove me wrong'. But when we do square off at cataclysm, just remember that you will have to go through hell, just to survive. Oh and we can't forget about Bob now. He'll be making sure that every single moment, every angle, is captured, as we engage in something memorable. I'm sure the imagery alone will be hot.”

Jason Chase: “No doubt about that.”

::Amy slowly begins to get up, with a tired glare in her eyes. Lacey smirks again, before looking at the TV title.::

Lacey Roberts: “Since you're holding on to it for me, keep this in good condition for me, will ya?”

::Lacey hands the title to Amy, before dropping the mic, and leaving the ring. She gets on her chopper, and leaves. Amy, clutching the title, glares at the stage as Lacey passes by it.

The camera shifts to the backstage to find a empty hallway. Perhaps keeping an eye out for Broderick Montgomery, but the man is nowhere to be found. The camera then shifts back to the announce table with Jamie already in the ring.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! introducing first, accompanied to the ring by “Malleus Diabolus” Shonn Maguire, “the Irish Princess” Aerynn Donnelly and “the Firecracker” Pauly O’Connor… collectively they are GEALTACHTA!!!”

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! GET UP!!"

::The scream comes from the speakers as the arena goes completely dark. The music of Korn’s “Get Up!” featuring Skrillex starts softly. And at the top of the ramp stands Aerynn Donnelly at the center of the ramp. Shonn on the right of her; Pauly on the left.

As the beginning melody plays, Aerynn is kind of bouncing back and forth. Head bowed. Shonn stands there with a sadistic smile upon his face. While Pauly looks to the others and meets Shonn smile with one of his own.

As the melody slows, Aerynn jumps straight up in the air and hits the floor just as the bass drops and pyrotechnics go off to illuminate the arena. The trio make their way to the ring as the crowd boos them vociferously. They step into the ring and walk to the middle where Shonn throws an arm around Aerynn, cruel smirks on all three faces. Aerynn leans back into Shonn while Pauly crosses his arms and stands imposingly next to his friends, all three ready to throw down.::

Lula Davidson: "This could be a formidable force!”

Jason Chase: “Now that Aerynn and Pauly have gotten their heads out of their asses about the fans? Yes, yes it could be.”

Lula Davidson: "You call what Aerynn has done to people like Billy Hawkes, Carrie Winter and Jayni Sullivan… getting their heads of their asses?”

Jason Chase: “Hey, if those people didn’t keep getting in the way...”

Jamie Hensley: “And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Nikki Peltier and representing Arsenal, the current reigning UWA World Tag Team Champions, the team of Ashley Kenyon and Bethany Kenyon, Katt Industries Special Services, K.I.S.S.!!!”

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

Lula Davidson: "Get in the way? What in the hell did Jayni get in the way of earlier tonight?”

Jason Chase: “Same thing Carrie Winter did in that motel room... ”

Lula Davidson: "And what was that?”

Jason Chase: “They collided with Aerynn Donnelly’s fists in a bull and matador type situation.”

::The bell sounds and Pauly meets Ashley in the center of the ring, Aerynn and Bethany taking their places in their respective corners. Shonn and Nikki step to the floor and the crowd nods their collective heads in anticipation. Pauly and Ashley lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up with Pauly quickly asserting his size, strength and leverage advantage by muscling Ashley towards the neutral corner on his side of the ring. Pauly releases and punches Ashley in the face. As she recovers, Pauly takes her hand and gives her an irish whip across the ring to the opposite neutral corner. Ashley hits hard on the corner and Pauly follows in with a big rushing clothesline that smashes Ashley into the turnbuckles again. Pauly steps back and grabs her in a waistlock, swinging her over for a snap belly to belly suplex. Ashley hits hard on the mat and Pauly goes for a quick cover.::

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!!!

::Ashley rolls up and tries to take him over into a cradle. Pauly blocks it and Ashley takes him into an arm triangle hold. Pauly slaps at her to try and get her to let go but Ashley only responds by pulling harder and tightening her grip on him. Pauly tries to stand up but Ashley pops her hips and bridges up pulling even harder. Pauly growls in pain, grimacing as he searches for a way out. Pauly brings his fist down and tries to roll her back down onto her back and shoulders. Ashley tries to stop him but cannot overcome his strength advantage. She pops back down and the referee starts to count.::

ONE!


TWO!



BRIDGE BACK OUT!!!

::Pauly grimaces again and reaches down, shoving her onto her back again.::

ONE!



TWO!



BRIDGE BACK OUT!!!

::Pauly desperately brings down a hammerfist and then grabs his own wrist. He powers up and hoists Ashley into the air, looking for a big powerbomb. At the apex of the lift, Ashley releases her grip and jumps into a guillotine hold. Pauly turns and runs her into the neutral corner, knocking her loose against the turnbuckles. Pauly staggers away and stumbles to his corner where he makes the tag to Aerynn. Ashley pulls herself up on the ropes and throws herself into her corner, tagging in her sister, Bethany.::

Lula Davidson: "Oh… boy...”

Jason Chase: “And here... we… go… ”

Lula Davidson: "What are we gonna see here?”

Jason Chase: “Pain…”

::Aerynn and Bethany step through the ropes and walk out to meet each other in the middle of the ring. As Bethany sets to go for a lock-up, Aerynn punches her in the mouth. Bethany staggers, caught off-guard, and Aerynn jumps into a Thesz Press, tackling Bethany to the mat. Aerynn starts raining wild punches down onto Bethany’s face. Bethany reaches up and grabs at Aerynn’s head. Bethany rolls over and starts to reverse the mount but Aerynn takes her over into an inside cradle.::

ONE!

TWO!

REVERSAL!!!

ONE!


TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

::Aerynn starts up and Bethany takes her over into a rolling sie cradle. Aerynn kicks Bethany in the side and rolls over, tagging in Pauly. Bethany gets to her feet and Aerynn gives her a kick to the gut to double her over. Pauly steps in and drills Bethany with a big clothesline while Aerynn steps out to the apron. Pauly drops down to cover and Bethany takes him over into a crucifix pin attempt.::

ONE!



TWO!



SHOULDER UP!!!

::Both competitors get to their feet and Pauly gets Bethany up for a scoop slam. Bethany pulls him down into an inside cradle but Pauly rolls through into one of his own.::

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!!!

::Pauly quickly mounts Bethany, grabs her with both hands by the throat and slowly stand sup. Bethany kicks him in the balls and hooks his head, swinging into a ddt. She hooks his leg and covers.::

ONE!



TWO!



AERYNN MAKES THE SAVE!!!

::Aerynn pulls Bethany up and gives her a snap brainbuster before rolling to hr corner. Aerynn steps out to the apron while Pauly stands up and drops a big leg. He covers, hooking Bethany’s leg.::

ONE!


TWO!

ASHLEY MAKES THE SAVE!!!

::Pauly gets to his feet and cold cocks Ashley, knocking her into the ropes. Pauly follows with a big clothesline that sends Ashley over the top rope to the floor. As he turns around, Bethany makes her way up to her feet. She charges and pauly catches her coming in for a big spinebuster. He reaches over and tags in Aerynn before dropping a big elbow. Aerynn scrambles to the top rope and leaps off for a flying elbow drop. She covers, not bothering with the leg.::

ONE!



TWO!



SHOULDER UP!!!

::Aerynn mounts Bethany and starts to pound away with punches and hammerfists. Bethany rolls back and hooks Aerynn’s arms for a sunset flip style pin. Aerynn rolls back and jumps up for a dropkick to the seated Bethany that knocks her over onto her back. Aerynn reaches over and tags in Pauly. The two friends pull Bethany up and give her an irish whip across the ring. Just as Bethany reaches the tropes, Ashley reaches up and makes a blind tag. Pauly catches Bethany on the rebound and elevates her into a back body drop. Bethany crashes to the mat just as Ashley slingshots herself up for a double flying clothesline that knocks down both Aerynn and Pauly. Aerynn starts to stand up and Ashley hits her with a spinkick before giving Pauly a dropkick that outs him down. Bethany makes her way to her team’s corner and Ashley hits a standing moonsault, hooking the leg on Pauly.::

ONE!



TWO!



AERYNN MAKES THE SAVE!!!

::Aerynn pulls Ashley up and looks to blast her for a big forearm shot. Ashley ducks it and starts to give Aerynn a belly to back suplex. Pauly stands up and Aerynn kicks off his chest to flip down behind Ashley. Aerynn shoves Ashley forward and Pauly catches her for a black hole slam type move. As Aerynn turns around, Bethany catches her with the Kiss Off. Pauly hooks Ashley’s leg as Aerynn goes down like she’s been shot.::

ONE!


TWO!

Bethany MAKES THE SAVE!!!

::Bethany starts back to her corner as the crowd erupts. Everyone looks over just in time to see Brody Montgomery jump the railing looking to go for Aerynn. Shonn Maguire cuts him and the two men start trading shots, Brody, Shonn, Brody, Shonn, Brody, Shonn, Brody, Shonn, Brody, Shonn, Brody, Shonn. Brody staggers back and Shonn looks for another shot when Brody catches him with a drop toehold that lands Shonn face first against the guardrail. Aerynn springs up and grabs the top rope. Brody turns to face the ring and Aerynn launches herself over the top rope onto Brody as the crowd explodes. Ashley staggers up, turns and tags in Bethany as Pauly tries to pull her back into a full nelson. Ashley ducks and Bethany drills Pauly with the Kiss off. Pauly falls back against the ropes and stumbles a couple of step to end up between the sisters. Bethany nods and they hit him with Kiss Your Ass Goodbye. Pauly goes down and Bethany climbs on top for the cover.::

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

Lula Davidson: "K.I.S.S. did it!”

Jason Chase: “Thanks to that bastard, Brody!”

Lula Davidson: "It doesn’t look like this is over and after what Aerynn did earlier to Jayni, I can’t say I blame him either!”

Jason Chase: “Takes a monster to know a monster!”

Jamie Hensley: “Here are your winners, the UWA World Tag Team Champions, Bethany Kenyon and Ashley Kenyon, K.I.S.S.!!!”

::As Ashley and Bethany celebrate in the ring the camera catches Brody kick back to his feet and ripe the coat and hood from his body and toss it to the floor. His face was beastial, even feral. The camera catch his mouth scream::

Brody: “GET UP BITCH!”

::Aerynn uses the barricade to pull himself to her feet and Brody leaps into the apron and leaps into the air, aiming his foot for the back of her head, planning to drive her face first into the barricade but as he is midair Shonn jumps off the steps and catches him with a huge spear that drives him back into the mat.

Bethany immediately slides out of the ring, but Shonn slides inside with Pauly. Once Beth was back inside the two sisters immediately begin to trade blows with Pauly and Shonn. Outside the ring however Aerynn begins to pull Brody to the stairs.::

Lula Davidson: "What is she doing?!”

Jason Chase: “Nothing good....”

::Aerynn backs up the other side of the ring and then looks at the ring.::

Aerynn: “HEY GIRLS!”

::Bethany and Ashley turn just in time to see Aerynn dart forward and bicycle legs and slam her foot into the side of Brody's head!::

Lula Davidson: "OH MY GOD!”

Jason Chase: “HEAD FIRST ITNO THE STEEL! STALL 'N CRAWL!”

Lula Davidson: "She's trying to put him in a bed next to Jayni!”

::Beth and Ashley immediately slide out of the ring to check on the twitching Lost One as Gealtachta backs up the ramp way smirking. The camera comees in for a close up of Brody, eyes rolled back in his head and coughing up blood with Beth on one side and Ashley on the other before shifting to the back.

::We cut backstage to Amy Zing walking around backstage. She is still covered in sweat and clearly exhausted from her match with Vince Jones. Suddenly she goes flying face first into the ground as we spot an unidentified object collide to the back of her head, causing a loud thud. The camera zooms out to find Bob Brooks clutching the tripod he usually uses for his camera like it were a baseball bat. He looks down at the Television Champion, who is clutching the back of her head laying face first on the ground.::

Bob: "Hey Amy, long time no see. Remember me?"

::Between the match earlier and the attack from behind, Amy is struggling to move even the slightest bit as she lays on the ground. Bob smiles and walks over towards her weapon in hand.::

Bob: "I wouldn't be surprised if you've forgotten me Amy, everyone else seems to have an easy time forgetting about ole Bob Brooks. Let me refresh your memory, I was in that Television Championship match where you became a star."

::Amy does her best to push herself back up, but Bob swings his tripod down onto her back, preventing any chance she had of recovering.::

Bob: "Don't feel too proud though champ, ya might of won but it wasn't me you beat for that strap. You pinned that other, inferior photographer. I partially blame her for letting such an undeserving person obtain championship gold. I suppose that problem is about to get rectified sooner or later. You see Amy, it's just a matter of time before you pass that little belt of yours to someone more worthy of it."

::With Amy almost motionless on the floor, Bob steps one foot over her body, looking down at her as she struggles to move.::

Bob: "Consider me the president of the Lacey Roberts fan club. See I firmly believe if she were in the first television championship match, you'd of never gotten your hands on it to begin with. As far as I'm concerned, Lacey Roberts is going to go down as the most successful woman in UWA history, and with all the beautiful talent on the roster that's saying something."

::He takes his eyes off Amy for a moment, and just looks off into the distance thinking about the two people to hold the World Championship, Aerynn and Jeszika. Two gorgeous and dangerous women, who in his eyes will one day be outshined by Miss Roberts. Then suddenly the smile on Bob's face begins to fade, as he remembers his strong feelings towards Lacey Roberts aren't returned.::

Bob: "As far as I see it, Lacey Roberts is the most important person on the roster right now. She might not think too highly of me right now, overlook me like everyone else does but ya know what. We're gonna change that. One day she'll see just how much potential I have, just like I see the potential that she has. You're gonna help me with that Amy."

::After going on for a bit without keeping an eye on Amy, Bob looks down to realize Amy has somehow managed to push herself up to her arms and knees. He doesn't appear too concerned though, maybe even a little impressed that Amy keeps trying to fight. It all amounts to nothing however, as Bob lowers his tripod under Amy's chin, then pulls up on it applying a modified camel clutch. He pulls Amy face first towards the camera, so everyone can get a look at the pain shining through her face.::

Bob: "You see that Lacey! This is how a man shows his worth! I'll be the one to show Amy just how inferior to you she is. I'll beat her down until there's almost nothing left!"

::Amy continues to struggle, clawing her hands at Bob hoping to break out of the hold. A few more seconds pass, Amy's hands begin to slow, before she just goes limp completely. Bob releases the hold, and Amy falls down to the floor.::

Bob: "But I won't break her. Not completely."

::He looks down at the unconscious Amy Zing with a smile::

Bob: "I'll leave that moment for you."

::Bob smiles, then winks at the camera, before walking off finally allowing crew workers and EMTs to come to the aid of the Television Champion and the camera shifts back to the announce table.::

Lula Davidson: "What the hell does Bob think he is doing?!”

Jason Chase: “Trying to get on Lacey's good side?”

::Devil You Know by My Own begins to play, as Quentin Sharpe appears from behind the curtain, he poses for the fans for a second on the stage, before heading down to the ring::

Jamie Hensley: “The Following match is set for one fall. Introducing first. From Las Vegas Nevada. Weighing in at 240 pounds. Quentin 'Razor' Sharpe"

Lula Davidson: "One half of the former Tag Team Champions!”

Jason Chase: “not that he deserved it.”

Lula Davidson: "Beside the point and don't be a hater!”

::The arena lights go out as "Kashmir" by Bond plays. As the opening chords of the song end, a burst of pyro 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.

"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.

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.::

Jamie Hensley: “introducing his opponent. From Calgary Alberta Canada. Weighing in at 230 pounds. Kyle Travis.”

Lula Davidson: "The man who built up his own group and then walked out on them.”

Jason Chase: “They were losers! Dragging him down!”

::Both men stare each other down, the tension filling the air. The ref rings the bell, and both men waste no time exchanging rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Sharpe gains the advantage, whipping Travis into the corner, but Travis comes flying back out and hits a running dropkick. Both men spring to their feet and a hiptoss by Travis sends Sharpe now towards the corner. Travis charges and hits a baseball slide right into the face of Sharpe, whose head snapped back and hit the bottom turnbuckle hard. The so called “Once and Future King” stands and royally waves to the audience, eliciting quite possibly one of the loudest booings ever.::

Lula Davidson: "These people truly do hate this man.”

Jason Chase: “The hell do they know?”

::Travis kicks the seated Sharpe several times in the corner before applying his foot across the throat. The referee breaks it at a four count, followed by Travis lifting Sharpe to his feet and setting him up in a tree of woe position. Travis goes to the opposite corner and runs full speed ahead, leaping in the air and delivering a vicious knee drop to the jaw of Sharpe, who drops down to the mat. Travis with the cover.::

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

::Travis pulls Sharpe to his feet and hits a big powerslam. He then bounces off the rope and looks for a big splash, but nobody is home as Sharpe rolls out of the way. Sharpe is first to his feet and delivers two right hands before running off the ropes and hitting an inverted dropsault on Travis. Cover by Sharpe.::

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

::Sharpe climbs to the top rope and leaps, hitting a huge elbow drop right into the chest of Travis. He makes another cover.::

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!

Lula Davidson: "Trading covers here, but neither man can get the other to stay down.

Jason Chase: “Thank you Cap. Obvious.”

::Both men are slow to their feet. Sharpe hits a short arm clothesline on Travis. Sharpe climbs to the top rope, and leaps off to hit a guillotine leg drop, but Travis moves out of the way just in time. Travis is first to his feet this time and hits Sharpe with a chop, then a right hand. He runs off the ropes, and hits a massive lariat!

Travis neglects going for the pin and instead stands an aching Sharpe to his feet and backs him into a corner. Travis tells the crowd to be quiet and hits a thunderous chop to the chest. The traditional Flair chant is heard from the audience. Travis looks pleased with himself and doesn’t notice the look on the face of Sharpe. Sharpe grabs Travis and flips him into the corner and proceeds to hit a series of chops of his own. One, two, three, four, five vicious chops to the quickly reddening chest of Travis. This is followed by an Irish whip to the opposite corner, proceeded by a corner splash. Travis falls to the mat as Sharpe rallies the crowd.

Sharpe grabs Travis's head and locks him into a sleeper. After struggling for a few moments, Travis manages to rise up to his feet and turn Sharpe around, reversing the hold. Travis knees Sharpe in the spine several times and than flips him up onto his shoulder and slams him hard to the mat with a bodyslam. Travis bends down over Sharpe’s face and shouts some insults at him. Sharpe suddenly gives a smack to Travis’s face in retaliation. Travis turns around, holding his face, heavily insulted, as Sharpe jumps to his feet. Sharpe gives a few stiff kicks to the back of Travis’s knee and thigh until he finally falls on his back. Sharpe bounces off the ropes and connects with a rolling thunder onto Travis’s chest. Sharpe doesn’t bother going for the pin, but instead grabs Travis by the hair and head and pulls him up to his knees. Sharpe then bounces off the ropes and delivers a front dropkick to Travis’s face. Sharpe then goes for a pin.::

ONE!



TWO!


KICKOUT!

Lula Davidson: "Oh! So close!”

Jason Chase: “Not. Even. Close.”

::Suddenly, the crowd booes again, as Bene Elohim come out. The threaten to jump into the ring, but hold back, as they get Sharpe's attention. Sharpe looks at them pissed off, as they begin to give him gestures, and even shout some things out. Sharpe takes a quick glance at Travis, before he runs off the ropes, and goes for a suicide dive, hitting only Ramiel. The ref Begins to count.::

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

::Sharpe and Ramiel get up. Sharpe, having realized he needs to get back in the ring, tries to, but is cut off by Ananiel. Kyle Travis slowly gets up.::

6...

7...

8...

9...

::Ramiel is also back up, and helps keep Sharpe out.::

10!

::The Ref rings the bell::

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner as a result of a count out. Kyle Travis.”

Lula Davidson: "Damnit not this way!”

Jason Chase: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

::Sharpe grunts in frustration, and begins to chase down Bene Elohim, as they take off through the crowd, with Sharpe following behind. We keep following them as they go past the crowd, mocking Sharpe along the way.::

Quentin Sharpe: “You boys have gone to far this time!”

The chase continues down the hall, until they stop and begin to beat up on Sharpe. After a couple minutes, the Silver Baron appears and yanks Ananiel off of Sharpe, and throws him to the wall. Sharpe quickly recovers, as Ramiel bails.::

Quentin Sharpe: “Thanks for the help. Where's Craven?”

Silver Baron: “I asked him to focus on his match, and everything that went down. Don't let that twat get away.”

Quentin sharpe: “Right.”

::The chase begins again, as Ramiel continues to laugh at Sharpe, letting him catch up. They fight all over the place, until it spills out into the parking lot. They continue to fight, as lights suddenly come on, and a black pontiac G8 speeds down towards them.::

Lula Davidson: "…..did he just get hit by a car?! HOLY SHIT!”

Jason Chase: “.......””

::Ramiel gets out of the way just in the nick of time, as the car hits Quentin Sharpe hard, causing him to bounce on the hood and windshield, before hitting the ground, knocked out cold. Ramiel looks on, actually shocked.:

Ramiel: “He was mine! He was all mine!”

::Ramiel looks down, and though mad he wasn't the one to finish off Sharpe, he did smirk, as the doors from the arena to the parking lot opened up, and we see The Silver Baron in the distance. Ramiel leaves quickly, as Craven runs to his stablemate.::

Craven: “Holy fuck!”

::The Silver Baron kneels down, and whips out his cell phone.::

Lula Davidson: "Looks like it's war on all fronts tonight!”

Jason Chase: “You can say that again!”

::The camera shifts from the parking lot to the backstage area where we see Bob Brooks walking backstage, with a smug look on his face, proud of his actions earlier towards Amy Zing. He then pauses, seeing non other then the object of his affection, Lacey Roberts, walking up to him.::

Lacey Roberts: “Hey, I saw what you did earlier.”

Bob Brooks: “So... impressed yet?”

::Lacey looks at him, and chuckled for a second.::

Lacey: “Not bad. It was a good start.”

Bob Brooks: “A good start?”

Lacey: “Yeah. You did a decent job in letting sugar-brain know she's not in my league. You also seem pretty good at predicting the future with the outcome of the next TV Title match.”

Bob Brooks: “I don't think it's a prediction. More like a foregone conclusion.”

Lacey: “I like the way you think. In fact, I'd say your actions almost deserve to be rewarded.”

::She steps closer to Bob and moves her hand through his hair. Bob puckers up and moves in for a kiss, and Lacey looks to return it until stepping to the side at the last second and giving him the cold shoulder. She takes a step away from him, keeping her back turned to him.::

Lacey: “Like I said, almost deserves a reward. Keep it up though Bob, and you might actually get what you want.”

::Bob stands there still stunned he didn't even get a kiss for his efforts. Lacey laughs as she walks away, and while he may have been shut down again, Bob won't waste this opportunity to check out Lacey's backside as she walks away.

The scene shifts to from Bob to a darkened room and the fans began to murmur to one another. The room was filled with Ramiel and his brother, their sister Sariel and the other children. They were seated in a small circle with Maiko sitting in the middle of the group with her head down and reciting a prayer in Latin.

Standing outside the group in the darkest corner of the room was the Dark Messiah Joshua McBride who was staring at this group intently from beneath the wealth of black hair. The group seems to be oblivious to his present, or perhaps simply ignoring him and then Maiko lifts her head as the prayer ends and Sariel hits the light on the room....but Joshua is gone.::

Maiko: “I expected....him to show.”

Sariel: “Perhaps we...were to hard on him mother?”

Maiko: “One can never be to hard on a weak link. He taught us that.”

Ramiel: “Is Father....”

Ananiel: “...A weak link?”

Maiko: “First he allows Brody to escape....”

Sariel: “But mother YOU....”

Maiko: “SILENCE!”

Sariel: “...Yes mother....”

::Sariel bowed her head then and began to whisper gently for forgiveness. Maiko glowered at the woman and then cleared her throat and continued.::

Maiko: “....He lost to those imbecile girls.....he loses to that cretin Jones and now....now....he gets embarrassed by Sentinel. Perhaps we were wrong about him.”

::The scene then shifted back to the ringside area.::

Lula Davidson: "The more I see of her....the more I miss McBride....that woman is nuts.”

Jason Chase: “He isn't much better!”

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is set for one fall!!! Introducing first, representing the Sin City Knights and wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 225 pounds, this is “the World Player” the SILVER BARON!!!”

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

“You see my swag

Now you wanna come and give me all this drag

I think you better back (back)

Because my hand is itching to give you a smack”

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

“What's your name again Jack?

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

Don't let the fly taste fool you

Matter fact it's about time that I school you

Don't worry I'm not in a hurry

I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty

A little birdie chirped of your flurry

Now I must nip it or better yet bury”

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

“Your entity look at me while I'm talking

I heard you lurking or was it even stalking

My program thinking you're the man in the place

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

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

“Look Pimpin' I ain't playing

In a minute you're gonna be laying

On the ground I ain't messing around

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

In a minute you're gonna be laying

On the ground I ain't messing around

My city, my rules, my money, my town”

Lula Davidson: "The Baron looks to be totally into this match tonight!”

Jason Chase: “Of course, he’s main eventing!”

Lula Davidson: "It’s also a huge opportunity against a name the caliber of Sentinel.”

Jason Chase: “That is a huge name… not to mention a huge wall of humanity to go with it!”

Jamie Hensley: “And his opponent, weighing in at 277 pounds and hailing from Valley Forge, Tennessee, “The Silent Destroyer” SENTINEL!!!”

::The arena goes dark, static crackling through the PA speakers and across the big screen. A distorted siren sounds off and as it does rows of white lights cut on behind the stage's entryway. A tall, dark silhouette stands against them...::

"I got nothin' left and that makes me dangerous!"

::...and as the first lyric of "Dangerous" by Shaman's Harvest is belted out, the lights go up in a flash, showing Sentinel standing before the lights with Talon leaned back against his chest, her arms lifted and her hands clasped behind his neck. She walks ahead of him, leading the way to the ring as he marches down the ramp, both hands gripping the ends of the heavy steel chain around his neck except when he's bumping fists with the fans en route.::

"Got no more hate...and that makes me dangerous.
No pride or shame...and that makes me dangerous.
Can't get knocked down...and that makes me dangerous.
My time is now...and that makes me dangerous."

::Talon smoothly pulls herself onto the apron and cartwheels into an upside-down pose, hanging from the top rope. She beckons to Sentinel who steps forward, the two sharing a heated kiss before she pulls herself back up and flips from the ropes into the ring. Sentinel ascends the steps and climbs onto the turnbuckles, looking out at the packed arena before dropping down into the ring.::

"I'm a grenade without reason, ready to explode...
I'm like a freight locomotive, steamin' out of control...
I'll make you a martyr, boy, step in line...
I'm a glutton for punishment, yeah, it makes me feel alive!"

::He drops the chain under the turnbuckles and takes off his cut, handing it to Talon before holding the ropes so she can exit the ring. Sentinel remains in that same corner, head lowered as he awaits the bell.::

Lula Davidson: "This man scares the hell out of me sometimes with just a look.”

Jason Chase: “Why do you think they always go after him first?”

Lula Davidson: "Because he’s literally the biggest threat?”

Jason Chase: “Exactly!!!”

::The bell sounds and the two competitors make their way to the center of the ring. With the crowd hopping, ready to go, they lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up, Sentinel almost immediately showing his dominance by allowing Baron to try and jockey for position and not moving at all no matter which way Baron tries to direct him. After a few attempts, Sentinel ducks under into a scooping motion and throws Baron across the ring. Baron smashes back first into the turnbuckles and lands on his stomach in a heap on the mat. Sentinel barely nods as he crouches, waiting in anticipation as Baron slowly starts to regain his upright posture. As Baron gest to one knee, Sentinel launches himself forward looking for a big forearm smash. Baron sees it coming and redirects the momentum into a rolling side cradle.::

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!!!

::Both men start to their feet and Sentinel gives Baron an elbow strike to the mouth. Baron staggers back in a daze and Sentinel runs him over with a big clothesline that almost separates the man from his boots. Sentinel grabs Baron by the wrist and drags him up towards the corner. As he starts to throw the man into the corner again, Baron throws his legs up and looks for a flash Silver Lining. Sentinel looks to block it but Baron is too fast and then go over to the mat, hitting hard on both of their backs. Baron goes to lock in the hold but Sentinel rolls over quickly to save his arm. Sentinel looks to hammer down with a big hammerfist strike but Baron releases his grip and rolls out of the way allowing Sentinel to smash his fist into the mat instead of flesh. Baron bounds up and hit6s a big dropkick that catches Sentinel off-balance. Sentinel goes down and Baron goes into a front tumbling pass that ends with an attempt at a senton splash but Sentinel moves and Baron splats himself on the mat. Sentinel drops a big elbow and then hooks the leg for the cover.::


ONE!



TWO!



FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!

::Sentinel pulls Baron’s leg back and hooks both of them for the cover.::

ONE!



TWO!



SHOULDER UP!!!

::Sentinel releases the legs and starts smashing back into Baron’s face with rapidfire back elbow smashes. Baron’s head bounces repeatedly off the mat as Sentinel plays speed bag paddy cake with his elbow. After finally drawing blood from Baron’s eyebrows and nose, Sentinel hooks the leg again for the cover.::

ONE!


TWO!


KICKOUT!!!

Lula Davidson: "Mother of God!”

Jason Chase: “Sentinel almost looks surprised too… sort of...”

Lula Davidson: "He doesn’t show off many emotions.”

Jason Chase: “That’s why I said, sort of...”

::Sentinel starts up, looking to bring Baron with him. Baron pulls him back down into an inside cradle. Sentinel moves before getting caught in the pin and Baron hooks him up for the Silver Lining. Sentinel thrashes about trying to pull himself free before grabbing the bottom rope. Baron is forced to break the hold. Sentinel gets to his feet and walks into a Baron springboard forearm smash. Sentinel staggers back and Baron runs to the ropes again. He looks for a quebrada, Sentinel catches him and Baron starts to slide through for a reverse ddt. Sentinel looks to block that and Baron pulls him down into the Silver Lining again. Sentinel thrashes about again and manages to pull himself to the ropes again, hooking it with his foot. The referee calls for the break and Baron gives it to him, rolling away as he releases his grip. Both men get to their feet and Baron launches himself for a big flying clothesline. Sentinel catches and turns it into a spinning side slam, hooking the leg for a cover.::

ONE!


TWO!



KICKOUT!!!

::As they stand up, Sentinel shakes his arm to loosen it up some. Silver Baron goes for a step up enziguri but kicks him in the biceps instead of the head. Sentinel staggers forward and Baron jumps into a rolling Silver Lining. Sentinel manages to block the full extension and starts to go for a lifting powerbomb reversal. Baron thumbs him in the eyes and pulls him into an inside cradle.::

ONE!



TWO!



KICKOUT!!!

::As the two men get to their feet, Sentinel snaps off a big reverse knife-edge chop to the chest and Baron’s eyes nearly fly out of his head from the impact. He steps back and Sentinel gives him a second chop that buckles the Baron’s knees. Asa Sentinel looks to step behind and go for the Silencer, Baron spins from the impact and catches the arm, spinning into the Silver Lining again. Almost immediately, Sentinel grabs the ropes with his free hand and both men look to get back up. Baron leaps at the big man looking for a monkey flip and Sentinel catches him for a big spinebuster.::

ONE!


TWO!


THREE… NO… SHOULDER UP!!!

Lula Davidson: "Why does he keep going back to the Silver Lining well?”

Jason Chase: “He’s trying to take that Silencer away from the big man...”

Lula Davidson: "Is that a good idea?”

Jason Chase: “Considering it’s lethality? It’s a fucking awesome idea!”

::Sentinel pulls Baron up and looks for the Screaming Silence. Baron reverses into a victory roll.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Sentinel gets to one knee and drills Baron with a nasty downward elbow strike to the back of the neck. Baron flattens out on the mat and Sentinel scoops him up in a gutwrench. The big man nods as he stands and quickly changes to a pump handle and snaps off Black Lightning. He hooks the leg on impact and the referee dives into position to count.::

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THREE… NO… FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!

::Sentinel stands up and then goes to pull Baron up again. Baron looks for another inside cradle but Sentinel swats his legs away and pulls him up into powerbomb position. Sentinel elevates Baron and Baron reverses at the apex into a huge ddt. They hit the mat hard and Baron rolls him over into the Silver Lining once again. Sentinel grimaces and actually grunts before reaching out for the ropes again. He grabs them and Baron releases the hold. Baron races to the ropes, jumps up and looks for a springboard tornado ddt. Sentinel catches, puts him down and spins into the Silencer.::

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KIC...3...OUT!!!

Lula Davidson: "What the hell just happened?”

Jason Chase: “I think he kicked out...”

Lula Davidson: "But the referee says three?!!!?”

Jason Chase: “That was close… either way...”

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner… SENTINEL!!!”

::As Sentinel celebrates in the ring the lights suddenly die leaving the crowd to talk amongst themselves and the announcers to explain with irritation.::

Lula Davidson: "Just once! Once! I would like it to get brighter!”

Jason Chase: “I know right? For the sake of variety.”

::The camera shows Sentinel standing unafraid in the dark and staring up at the ramp way as a voice breaks the silence of the darkness. The voice of Joshua McBride.::

Joshua: “....They may lose faith. They may have lost their way. They may have lost focus....but I haven't Sentinel....oh no, I haven't. You have taken the time to take something precious from me. From the very masses around. You....are a liar. Like all the others.

Silence is your game....but you aren't some kind of creature...you are a monster in your own mind. A victim in your own cell....and I am here to let the real you out. The you....that has been cowering huddled in the corner of that cell, plagued by silence while he screams endlessly in your head.

Now Sentinel....now I take something precious....from you.”

::Without even thought Sentinel reaches out and pulls Talon closer to him and she presses into his side. As he pulls Talon closer the lights flash on and Joshua stands across the ring from the big man. Sentinel takes a deep breath through his nose as Joshua watches him from beneath the mask of black hair.....then Joshua simply lifts a hand points to Talon.::

Lula Davidson: "That's not Talon! Talon's out here!”

::The red haired Talon, outside the ring screams at Sentinel who looks down beside him to find one of the Children in Talon's outfit and wearing a red wig. There is no sign of amusement or humor on the face of Sentinel as he spins and levels the woman with a huge clothesline that crushes her lifeless to the mat.

Sentinel turns just as Joshua is on him. Joshua throws his entire body into a huge body press that takes Sentinel off his feet. Sentinel is left to gather himself but McBride doesn't continue the assault. He drops to his back and rolls out of the ring. By the time Sentinel realizes that Joshua is after Talon he tries to follow but finds himself handcuffed to the bottom rope.::

Lula Davidson: “Look at the hate in his eyes! He's gonna rip the rope off the post!”

Jason Chase: “I don't think Joshua cares....”

::Joshua backs Talon into the announce table and then lifts the microphone to his lips.::

Joshua: “....They abandoned me. They....think I am the weak link. They....think SHE is the answer....i am going to use your beast....to prove them wrong....and then I am going after HER. They are no family of mine.”

Lula Davidson: "Did he just....forsake the Children of Nephilim!?”

Jason Chase: “.....i think so!”

Joshua: “....And when I am done with him.....i will put a collar around his neck....and lead him around on a leash....like any good animal.....now you....”

::Joshua lifts a hand and to Talon's credit she doesn't even flinch, but Joshua doesn't strike he holds out a small key and smiles beneath the wealth of hair. Talon takes the key a bit uneasy and eases around Joshua who lowers his head and laughs into the microphone as Talon releases Sentinel.

Sentinel immediately rolls out of the ring but before he can come at Joshua the lights go out again and when they return McBride is gone again with his microphone lying in the center of the ring and “Lucifiers Angel” by Ramsus begins to play through out the arena.::

Lula Davidson: "Sentinel looks pissed!”

Jason Chase: “McBride doing what he does best! Playing with someone's head!”

Lula Davidson: "And now he's free of the Children.....”

Jason Chase: “But...does that make him more dangerous!?”

::The U.W.A. Logo flashes in the corner of the screen as Mayhem comes to a close showing a incensed Sentinel.::