Monday Night Mayhem #19 Live from Loveland, Co

[UWAStaff]

::The UWA logo flashes along the center of the screen before the cameras shift back to the ringside area and Lula and Jason.::

Lula Davidson: "Welcome one and all to monday night Mayhem! i am Lula Davidson and with me as always is Jason Chase and what a show we have for you all tonight."

Jason Chase: "And thats just tonight, what about Cataclysm? Broderick Montgomery defeated Aerynn Donnelly and both Lacey Roberts and Ashley Kenyon picked up Championship Gold."

Lula Davidson: "And tonight those Titles are on the line when Lacey defends agienst Pauly O'Conner and Ashley defends agienst Amy Zing."

Jason Chase: "Not to mention Silver Baron challenging Jesika Gautier for the World Title and Aerynn and Brody in the same ring when they team with Shonn and Bethany respectively and of course we have Sentinel Vs Vince Jones."

::Lacuna Coil's “Die & Rise” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads out the members of Arsenal 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. Jeszika Gautier enjoys the show whilst adding a bit of her own. 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. Jeszika walks to the middle of the ropes between them and raises her arms as well, all of them making sure everybody sees the Arsenal of girl power here in the UWA.::

Nikki Peltier: “New year, new town and…”

::She glances back at her friends.::

Nikki Peltier: “Something else looks new too…”

::She nods slowly, scanning her friends as they stand there with their championship belts. Nikki taps her chin thoughtfully and then nods.::

Nikki Peltier: “The era of girls being told they can’t do something is over because look at the rundown here in UWA! All those guys who said the girls can never hang with them, take a good long look at who’s holding all the gold now in UWA!”

::The crowd cheers as the belts are held aloft.::

Nikki Peltier: “And with that, I think there’s still something missing here so Lacey Roberts… you should be out here for this too so come on down!”

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

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

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

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 slides into the ring.::

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

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

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

::Nikki nods as Lacey takes her place at the end of the line of champions.::

Nikki Peltier: “There you have it, ladies and gentlemen! For the first time ever, every champion in this company, or any company that is not exclusively female… are all women!”

::The crowd cheers.::

Nikki Peltier: “They said this wouldn’t happen once, let alone four times and yet… Lacey Roberts, Ashley Kenyon, Bethany Kenyon and Jeszika Gautier just did!”

::With that, Lacey requests a mic of her own,::

Lacey Roberts: “Everyone should have realized this moment was going to happen. When all the gold is being owned by the hotties, like myself”

Nikki Peltier: “So what do we have to say to people… men... like Kyle Travis and Vince Jones?”

Lacey Roberts: “They should kneel before actual, living greatness!”

Nikki Peltier: "So Lacey, you've got a defense tonight against Pauly O'Connor, is he gonna break up the girls club?"

Lacey Roberts: “Hell naw, but maybe you should ask Jezzy that. Because unlike me, she's going up against a real threat.”

Nikki Peltier: “Ash, you defend tonight against Amy Zing…”

::Ashley nods.::

Ashley Kenyon: “Yes I do and we’re gonna light this bitch up tonight and show the world what a pair of young and gifted girls can do!”

Nikki Peltier: “Jezzy… you get the Silver Baron…”

Jeszika Gautier: “That I do. This match is gonna be one to remember.”

Lacey Roberts: “Hold on for one second. Ash...you're facing Amy zing, defending a title which you clearly deserve. where's the logic in facing Zing?”

::Ashley shrugs.::

Ashley Kenyon: “Wasn’t my call and I see nothing wrong with it. She was a champion up until recently and if they wanna give her another shot, let her step up and see if she can prove she ain’t no fluke!”

::Bethany now steps forward.::

Bethany Kenyon: “Which would bring us to me, wouldn’t it? I’m the only champion not defending tonight and the way I see it, that’s fine… Ash and I will just do it on the next show so we have a challenge to lay out. There’s been an unusually high amount of bitching and complaining about title shots and who gets them.. and it would appear we have three teams to choose from.”

::Ashley nods her agreement.::

Bethany Kenyon: “So we got to talking and said, hell, why choose when we can just invite them all to this party? So… Bene Elohim, Cornbread Mafia and Sang Real… y’all are invited to this shindig next week, elimination for the UWA World Tag Team titles and y’all’ll just have to let us know who all is gonna take us up on this before the end of the night… and if ya don’t… well..”

::She turns and slaps her ass.::

Bethany Kenyon: “You can kiss the shot at being a champion goodbye!”

::Lacey couldn't help but laugh at Bethany's enthusiasm.::

Lacey Roberts: “Maybe we need…”

::Before she can finish, Molly Hatchet's “Cornbread Mafia” starts playing and the two young southern brothers, Cameron and Shawn Worley, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go with whatever they got tonight. Cameron gets a microphone and lets his South Carolina accent do the talking.::

Cameron Worley: “Yo, y’all handin’ out party favors? Well count us in!”

::Shawn nods and the crowd cheers. Suddenly, Iced Earth's "Angels Holocaust" starts up, blasting an epic fanfare through the loudspeakers. Sariel leads Ramiel and Ananiel through the curtain and walks them to the ring. The three step into the ring and hit their knees, looking to the sky for the answers they know can only come from above. Sariel stands and gets a microphone herself.::

Sariel: “We accept as well.”

::“Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown walk out on to the entry way.::

Lula Davidson: "And looks like our last team is here."

Jason Chase: "Finally!"

::The two look at the other teams gathered here before looking into the ring and at K.I.S.S.::

Murphy: "Well, well, well, the gang's all here it seems. At least it looks like it is as we only have about five teams."

Krown: "This does seem to be most of them."

::Murphy and Krown remain at the top of the entrance way, looking at K.I.S.S. in the ring.::

Connor Murphy: "So finally K.I.S.S. decides it's time to actually defend those titles and need teams huh? Well, gee, let me think if we accept. Yeah, I think we're going to accept."

Gabriel Krown: "We are going to accept and we are going to be the next UWA Tag Team Champions."

Connor Murphy: "That's Murphy's Law."

Gabriel Krown: "That's Checkmate."

Connor Murphy: "We are Sang Réal."

Gabriel Krown: "And we are going to be the next UWA Tag Team Champions."

::The camera shifted to an ad for Tragic Engagement and when wqe return the ring is empty.::

::The lights in the house go dim as lazer lights begin to swirl around the entry way, and from behind the curtain leaps Caleb Collins, who drops down to a knee on the stage as the fans give him a positive ovation! Collins has his hands folded and his eyes closed, mouthing a prayer to himself before punching the stage as his theme reaches the point where the vocalist begins screaming "FEARLESS!" from there, Collins is leaping up again, this time thrusting his fist into the air as he makes his way down the entry way.::

Jamie Hensely: "The Following contest is a triple Threat, scheduled for one Fall. Introducing first. From Columbus Ohio. Weighing in at 210 pounds. Caleb Collins!"

::Collins rushes to the ring, leaping and sliding feet first under the ropes and slipping under them, running to the turnbuckles and raising his fist to the crowd as he looks out from under his hooded entrance wear. Collins flips the hood backwards and off of his head, smiling to the crowd before doing a back flip off of the buckles and landing on his feet. Collins leaps in circles a couple of times with his fist raised, smiling to the crowd before backing into his corner and proceeding to remove his sleeveless hooded vest as he prepares for the upcoming match up.

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.::

Jamie Hensely; "Introducing next. From the bounds of Hell. Weighing in at 156 pounds. MR SADISTIC!"

::Smoke fills the entrance ramp as Sum 41's In To Deep begins to play. 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 the crowd into things before they even start. Shortly after ye song fades and Tedman bounces around as he waits for the bell to ring.::

Jamie Hensely: "And Finally. Weighing in at 200 pounds. TEDMAN!"

::The bell rings, and all three waste no time getting started. Collins is quickly pushed out of the way, as Md Sadistic and Tedman begin to brawl. Mr. Sadistic and Tedman keep hammering each other on the center of the ring as Collins stays on a corner looking perplex but then just grins and watches Tedman and Mr. Sadistic brawl all over the ring with punches, stomps and kicks. Collins saw the opportunity when both men were near the ropes and charges at them only to be double Hip Tossed to the outside by both men who then resume their brawl like nothing had happened.

Tedman finally managed to take Mr. Sadistic down with an STO. Tedman tries to follow up with a Camel Clutch but Mr. Sadistic counters and locks a Hammerlock.

After a few seconds Tedman counters with a Hammerlock of his own. Mr. Sadistic counters and yet again locks a Hammerlock and Tedman yet again tries to counter but Mr. Sadistic foreseeing this swigged to Tedman’s front still holding the Hammerlock and locked the Keylock. Tedman struggled in pain and was lucky to be near the ropes as he manages to reach then with his foot but Mr. Sadistic doesn’t break the hold. The referee started to count to Mr. Sadistic to break the hold but it wasn’t necessary as Collins who was back in the ring kicked Mr. Sadistic right on the back of his head.


Collins went on and dragged Mr. Sadistic to the center of the ring by his neck before locking a Sleeper hold, as the initial brawl as turned in a technical fight. Mr. Sadistic struggled to get free and managed to get on his feet just before releasing himself from the hold with elbow shots on Collins. Collins wasn’t willing to let Mr. Sadistic go free like that and tried to nail a German Suplex on Mr. Sadistic that he blocked but Tedman sneaked from behind and hit a German Suplex on Collins sending Mr. Sadistic flying and land right on the back of his neck in a very nasty way.

Mr. Sadistic held his neck in pain and seems to be in trouble. Mean while things weren’t good for Collins either. As he got back on his feet he was sent back to the mat with a dropkick by Tedman right across his face. Tedman covers::

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2…

::Collins kicked out. Tedman continued with his offence right away as he gave Collins some mounted punches followed by stomps before bringing him up to hit a neckbreaker, but Collins struggled to get free with elbows on the side of Tedman’s head and managed to get free. Tedman didn’t give up on his offence and attempted a Clothesline trying to surprise Collins but he ducked it, bounced on the ropes and hit snap suplex. Collins got up and looked around and when he saw no signs of Mr. Sadistic he went right after Tedman with stomps and elbows to his chest. Collins brought Tedman to his feet and gave him a strong Irish Whip to one of the corners and then started nailing him with a combo of punches before bringing him back down with a Fisherman Suplex. Collins gets up and there’s still no sign of Mr. Sadistic. He turns to the crowd and grins openly as the crowd cheers. He turns her attention back to Tedman and hits the swinging neck breaker. Collins takes one last look to the crowd before going to the cover.::

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2…

::Tedman kicks out. Collins starts complaining to the referee right away saying it was three. The now angered Collins turns back to Tedman and locks the Deoxygenator .

Tedman screams in pain as he struggles to reach to the ropes but Collins gives him no chance to do so. All of the sudden Mr. Sadistic comes from the outside to the apron and hits a Suicide Rope Flip on Collins breaking the hold! All three wrestlers are down and try to get back on their feet. Mr. Sadistic is the first to do so just moments before Collins but he makes sure to take advantage and runs at Collins taking him down with a Running DDT. He then goes after Tedman and starts punching him in the back before turning him and hitting a Snap Mare Suplex.

Mr. Sadistic is on a roll and goes on to nail a step up Eziguri on Collins. Mr. Sadistic is ready to put Collins away and locks his head with his arm and goes for the second rope on the turnbuckle and tries to hit a Tornado DDT but Collins pushes him away. Mr. Sadistic falls badly and restarts complaining about his neck. Collins tries to take advantage and goes for the top rope but Mr. Sadistic is quick enough to get on his feet and knock Collins on the mat. Collins screams in pain as Mr. Sadistic goes to the body of Collins. He grabs him up and has him set! Cover.::

1...
2...

::Tedman breaks the count. Tedman starts taking advantage of Mr. Sadistic’s injured neck and starts punching and stomping it just before bringing Mr. Sadistic up and hitting the T-Bone Suplex.::

1…
2…

::Mr. Sadistic kicks out. Tedman goes back to punching and stomping Mr. Sadistic’s neck as Mr. Sadistic tries to get away. Tedman takes some balance and kicks Mr. Sadistic’s neck unleashing a nasty sound.

Collins is back up, and begins to run at Tedman. Tedman sees this and hits a dropkick, which causesCollins to Stumble out and hit the floor. Seeing Mr. Sadistic still on the matt, Tedman quickly ascends to the top rope, and hits Mr Sadistic with the Acid Trip. Cover!::

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3!!!

::The bell rings, and this one is over.::

Jamie Hensely: "Here is your winner....TEDMAN!"

Lula Davidson: "Wow we are back! I do apologize folks for the technical diffiuculties."

Jason Chase: "Well at least we got it worked out before it lasted the entire show.."

:: the camera shifted from the teams in the ring to that backstage area. The camera backstage found itself staring into not a face, but a solid white porcelain mask. The camera slowly panned backwards to find the figure was dressed in a pair of tight white pants and a white button up blouse that hugged to every curve to show that this figure was clearly a woman. Above the white blouse was a white fur robe, much like one would see worn by John Snow.

The woman seamed to be standing by herself and staring at a locker room door. it waasnt until the woman had been standing motionless before the door for almost a full minute that the door opened and standing on the other side was the beautiful Sariel. Sariel froze then wide eyed at the masked woman.::

Sariel: "Who are you?"

::If she expected this strange woman to answer, it didn't happen.In fact the woman simple stared through the hallow empty eyes of that strange mask. Sariel seemed to grow more and more annoyed as the seconds ticked by until finally she screams.::

Sariel:" WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

::Once again she was met by silence and just as she was about to lose it completely the dark mother of the Children appeared in the doorway. her arms were crossed beneath her own swells as she stared at the woman::

Maiko: "Did you need something or were you just gonna stared like an idiot?"

Woman: ".....Soon."

Maiko: "Soon what?"

::No answer came as the woman giggled in that mad way of hers and then turned leaving Miako dumbfounded before the camera shifted back to the ringside area.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and can be won by pin fall or submission. Introducing first from Peterborough, Ontario, Canada he weighed in tonight at 200lbs and stands 5ft 9inches tall Dickkkkkkkkkie Traaaaaaamel.”

::Big Balls by AC/DC begins to play. Dickie Tramel comes out to the ramp, excited for the upcoming match, with Hanna Hager following him.::

Well I'm upper upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom notoriety
And I always fill my ballroom
The event is never small
The social pages say I've got
The biggest balls of all

Lula Davidson: “Here comes the rather unfortunate Dickie Tramel”

Jason Chase: “Ah yes, ive read about this guy, he has an insane nack for getting hit in the nuts right?”

Lula Davidson: “well they do call him hot rodz and NOT because he is a mechanic”

::He walks down the ramp, exchanging high fives with the nearby crowd. He slides into the ring, and waits for Hanna to join him.::

I've got big balls
I've got big balls
They're such big balls
And they're dirty big balls
And he's got big balls
And she's got big balls
(But we've got the biggest balls of them all)

::Hanna gets into the ring, and kisses Dickie for good luck, before giving him a knee to the groin. She gives him a cheeky smirk, as she leaves, while Dickie recovers from the nutshot.::

Jason Chase: “Damn thats gotta hurt!”

Lula Davidson: “Care to find exactly how much just you dare do your Gangsta speak tonight!”

::Can't Stop begins to play, and shortly after 'Photographer' Bob Brooks walks out from backstage.::

Jamie Hensley: And his opponent wrestling out of Hollywood, California he weighed in tonight at 215lbs and stands 5ft9inches tall, introducing UWA's own Photographer Bobbbbbbbbbb Broooooooooks.

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

Lula Davidson: “and like clockwork Bob sets about taking forever to set up his camera.”

::Once Bob has convinced himself he's got the perfect set up, he slides into the ring.::

Jason Chase: “Finally the dejavu bit is over now Bobby boy can get to his other profession.”

::The referee calls both me to the centre of the ring and gives them there instructions before sending them calling back to their corners and calling for the bell.::

Lula Davidson: “Now we get to see what Dickie Tramel is made of as he takes on Bob Brooks.”

Jason Chase: “Who cares I just wanna see him get hit in the nuts!”

::Tramel and Brooks proceed to the centre of the ring where they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Tramel slightly backs up Brooks but Brooks plants his feet and charges forward pushing tramel all the way back across the ring and into the corner, Brooks breaks the tie up and drops to one knee and begins to hit Tramel with shoulder thrusts to the mid section as Brooks hits a fifth he backs away from the corner and Tramel staggers forward straight into an arm drag takedown and Brooks floats over using his momentum to roll Tramel onto his stomach and locks in a front facelock.::

Jason Chase: “Holly hell seriously? A guy Bob brooks can push around physically? I Never thought the day would come!”

Lula Davidson: “Oh come on now ive seen smaller guys than Bob in there, I think the more suprising element is that Brooks is mat wrestling!”

Jason Chase: “Iike I said earlier so long as this dude gets hit in the nuts I dont care what goes on in there!”

::Brooks still with the front facelock in tight begins lunging forward delivering knees to the face of Tramel. The camera's pan to the crowd and show faces who are a bit confused as to where this new Bob Brooks has come from. Brooks pulls Tramel to his feet and imediately takes him back down with another arm drag. Brooks charges at the corner leaps up and boom split legged moonsault flying through the air and landing perfectly in a pin position.::

Lula Davidson: “Oh my”



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Lula Davidson: “A really fired up Brooks nearly had this one without breaking a sweat.”

::Brooks pulls Tramel up and goes for a punch but Tramel blocks and fires one back staggering Brooks. Bob goes for another and again its block and he is again staggered back by a huge right from Tramel, for a thrid time Brooks swings only this time tramel ducks under and runs past brooks into the ropes and comes back and flys through the air with a clothesline taking Bob down. Brooks springs up and Tramel runs the ropes once more only this time jumps up into a missle dropkick sending Brooks flying out through the middle rope to the outside.::

Lula Davidson: “this kid got fight in him.”

Jason Chase: “I dont care I...”

Lula Davidson: “Yes Jason we get it you just wanna see him get hit in the nuts!”

::Tramel looks at a downed Brooks outside the ring then looks at the ropes then at Brooks then back at the ropes. As brooks staggers to his feet Tramel springs up on the top rope and goes for a seated springboard senton a move he calls the BFB. Brooks however see's it coming and moves to the side.::

Lula Davidson: “OH NO!”

Jason Chase: “YES!”

::The camera tripod that brooks set up earlier is directly in Dickies path as he comes crashing down split legged crotch first ontop of it and the crowd start to chant Holly shit Holly shit!::

Lula Davidson: “Now that looked painfull.”

Jason Chase: “Now that ill pay to see this guy really is the master of being hit in the nuts!”

::Tramel rolls round on the floor in utter agony as Bob comes back into shot and pulls him up and rolls him into the ring pushing hard sending him roling into the middle. Brooks climbs up into the apron as Tramel is still holding his nuts in agony. Brooks springs up onto the top rope springboards and boom Photoshop Leg Drop right across the throat of Tramel, Bob floats over and hooks a leg.::



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Jason Chase: “Well Tramel came, he saw and he got hit in the nuts, although technically he hit himself in the nuts but good debut I can see this haphazard redneck being fun to watch get his nuts hurt.”

Lula Davidson: “You say that like he is some kind of sideshow attraction Jason but I saw enough fight in him tonight to show he is not just a laughing stock, he had balls going for his favoured finishing manouver to the outside.”

Jason Chase: “Yeah balls that quickly got crushed!”

Jamie Hensley: “Laddies and gentlemen your winner by Pinfall Bobbbbbbb Brooks!”

::The camera shifted backstage, Shonn Maguire stands in the rearmost dressing room with two rather large, human boulders of men, one bald and black, one blonde and caucasian.::

Shonn Magure: “Dinna nee be s’early, lads…”

:Before anyone can answer, Aerynn Donnelly and Pauly O’Connor walk into the room. Pauly nods as he has already meet the two behemoths but Aerynn stops, sizing the two men up and down.::

Pauly O’Connor: "Ey lads, dinna expect tae see ya again so soon."

::The large blonde one, Davis “Doomsday” Delacio, shrugs.::

Davis Delacio: “He said this’d be easy money… and kinda fun.”

::The large bald black one, Donnie “Devastator” Samuelsson grinning widely. ::

Donnie Samuelsson: “I’s likes fun!”

Pauly O'Connor: "Aye it is. Anyways, This is our other childhood friend Aerynn. Me her and Shonn been friends fer as long as I coulda rememba."

::Aerynn had been sizing the two up ever since they walked into the room. She had been content, for now, to let the guys do the talking. That is until Pauly shifted attention to her. She nodded to both men and looked to Shonn.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "So, these are tha two ye were tellin' me 'bout.. Impressive. I gotta admit."

Pauly O'Connor: "Aye they are. They helped Shonn take care of a little problem fer me on tha inside. good guys by me."

::Shonn nods and then points to the two large gentlemen with either hand.::

Shonn Maguire: “Aye, blonde one’s Davis, otha be Donnie.”

::He pauses and then smirks playfully.::

Shonn Maguire: “Alright, Donnie, show ‘em the tat…”

::Donnie nods excitedly and then raises his arm, showing off the Decepticon logo emblazoned there.::

Donnie: “Mysa Mama would be so mad at me…”

::Pauly sees the tat and laughs but in a good way.::

Pauly O’Connor: "Thas great lad. Why would ye mama be mad? Ye is a grown man and all."

::Donnie puts his arm down and starts shaking his head, his eyes wide.::

Donnie: “Oh, no sir, mysa Mama was a good God-fearin’ Christian woman. She don’t like no heathen tattoos.”

::Davis shakes his head.::

Davis: “Our mother was a prude who didn’t understand this ain’t 1950 anymore.”

::He pauses, glaring at Pauly.::

Davis: “How have you seen us before?”

::Shonn shrugs.::

Shonn Maguire: “He bloody visited me inside…”

::Davis’s eyes narrow before he nods ever so slightly.::

Davis: “Right.”

::Pauly nods at Shonn. Aerynn looks to the four men and arched a brow. Only to hear that last part and looked to Pauly.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Did ya now? An' dinna bother tae call me an' tell me ye were e'en in town?"

::Pauly turns his attention to Aerynn.::

Pauly O'Connor: "Aye. And was "business." Rememba the man that dinna went and got caught by tha feds? He tried tae send his guys afta me. These guys and Shonn gave him a nice care package on tha inside fer me."

::Donnie frowns.::

Donnie: “We did?”

::Davis almost laughs.::

Davis: “Black blanket welcome on that bitch!”

::Donnie stares vacantly for a second before comprehension dawns.::

Donnie: “Oh… hiiim! Ok, I members now!”

Pauly O'Connor: "Aye him. Hope yer commesary was nice and full. Shoulda been at least."

::Aerynn looked over to Shonn with that "Really?" stare for a moment. Only to look back to the others.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Sooo, whot? Are they our enforcers now? Walk wit' us down tae tha ring?"

Shonn Maguire: "They're whateva we need them tae be."

Pauly O'Connor: "Aye. They juss got out. Needed tha money. So Shonn told them tae come hang 'round here. Watch our backs. Be there if we need them. They be good lass. No reason tae worry bout them."

Shonn Maguire: "It be upta ye, Lass. If'n ye dinna want them tae stay... "

::She looked at the four of them. Flashes of what happened the last time she trusted someone she didn't know to have her back. She blinked after a moment and looked at them.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Tis fine. They can stay."

::Pauly looks over to Shonn and nods. Then over to the two others and does the same.::

Donnie: "Isa likes her, can she be my Mama now?"

Pauly O'Connor: "With whot we be doin' in UWA recently, we ginna need the backup. They had Shonn's back on tha inside. We gunna need them if a war breaks out."

::Pauly shakes all three mens hands and leans in and gives Aerynn a kiss on the cheek.::

Pauly O'Connor: "I'll see ye all later. We all got big matches tae prepare fer."

::Pauly nods once more as he exits the room. Shonn grins at Aerynn and moves in closer to her as Pauly leaves.::

Shonn Maguire: "I know ye dinna like workin' wit people ye dinna know well, but consider them yer new attack dogs... all ye have tae do, is cry havoc... and ye'll unleash... "

::After Pauly left, she looked to Shonn and then over to the two men. Tilting her head slightly, she nods.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Pauly need tae realize.. War is here."

::Then she looks to the two men.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "War Dogs."

::She looked from one, then the other.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Whot do ye think?"

::She pointed to one. The blonde one.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "War."

::Then to the other she pointed.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Dog."

Shonn Maguire: "So, does this mean ye like yer new pets?"

::She grinned darkly up to Shonn.::

Aerynn Donnelly: "Oh, aye. Verra much indeed."

::The camera shifts back to ringside.::

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

Lula: “Kyle Travis is not scheduled to be here.”

Chase: “And it is completely unfair that this wrestling legend is not allowed to get a championship match when other people are allowed to get away with things and he’s the only one punished. This man deserves a title shot.”

Lula: “You cannot agree with this man’s methods.”

Chase: “I never said I did.”

"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.

Lula: “At Cataclysm, Kyle Travis and Craven wrestled to a no contest in a submission match when Craven dropped Travis through a table.”

Chase: “Craven did it so he wouldn’t lose.”

Climbing down from the turnbuckle, Travis walks over to the ropes and calls for a mic. He moves to the center of the ring, sliding the crowbar into the crook of his arm like a cane.

Travis: “I am not out here to talk about my match with Craven or how he was taken out by a medial team while I walked out or about how I was right when I said he was not a hero, and that he would fail. And I am not going to, because as far as I am concerned, I am done with the Sin City Knights. Craven had his chance at revenge, and in the end all it was were empty words and impotent rage. He couldn’t get the job done, so he threw me through a table. But I am still here and I am still standing!”

::The crowd jeers.::

Travis: “I am here to welcome you to UWA’s night of championship matches and what a disappointment it is.”

Lula: “We have a great shot tonight.”

The crowd jeers and boos.

Travis: “Ashley Kenyon, the darling of the UWA, gets an easy night against your favorite, because holding a title for 119 days without a single successful defense clearly earns one a title shot. But to counter that, Lacey is more than likely a lamb to the slaughter and well she had a nice two weeks.”

Travis: “But the one that gets me is Jeszika Gautier, who was allowed to hold onto the title after getting a doctor’s note that basically confirmed she’s an unstable nutcase, which I have been calling her for awhile, defends against a pimp. Now, aside from my lack of understanding how losing to a team that has not won a match since they debuted qualifies you for a world title match, I also do not quite get why the UWA feels that Silver Baron is championship material after he wasted the a run as a Tag Team Champion. I could grab anyone in the back, challenge K.I.S.S. and be Tag Team Champion by the end of the night.”

Lula: “I doubt it.”

Chase: “He’s been a tag team champion before.”

Lula: “That was other places.”

Chase: “Still valid.”

Travis: “But, because someone needs to be punished so Georgio looks less worthless as a leader than we all think he is, I do not get the opportunities I deserve. So…”

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.

Lula: “Here we go!”

Craven: "Dear God... do you EVER shut up?"

The crowd cheers for Craven.

Craven: “Seriously, quit your bitching and let's get down to what really pisses you off! You don't give two shits about this company and you never did! You don't care about those of us who have been booked a little irregularly and you don't give a shit about the champions' integrity because you wouldn't know what integrity was if it walked up and shook your hand! You're pissed off that the company didn't bow down before you and kiss your ass for gracing us all with your presence! You're pissed off that everybody in this building doesn't kneel before you and call you the god of wrestling! You're pissed off that they didn't just hand you the World Title upon arrival and beg you to make it mean something for them! In short, you're pissed off that this place isn't all about you!"

Travis: “I’m pissed off a pimp’s lackey, some wannabe hero, is interrupting me and wasting my time when absolutely no one cares about you Craven.”

Crowd: “Craven! Craven! Craven!”

Lula: “This crowd seems to care about him.”

Chase: “I don’t. I mean against a guy like Travis, they’d probably cheer McBride.”

Travis: “Now I suppose this is the part where you and I go back and forth and set up a match at Tragic Engagement to settle our issues.”

The crowd cheers at that idea.

Travis: “And Craven, while that may be a great idea to you, there’s really nothing it in for me. Beating you does not move me up the ladder to getting a title shot, nor does it bring me a championship, and to be honest, I really don’t feel generous enough to give you another shot at the revenge you failed to get at Cataclysm. You walked in, so confident that you would beat me and I nearly took your arm off. The only reason you survived is because you put me through a table. As far as I am concerned Craven, I won. You had your shot, and I fail to see why I should give you another one.”

The crowd boos and jeers.

Lula: “Fight him again.”

Travis: “Now you can stand there and call me a coward or somehow goad me into a match, but really Craven, you have nothing I want, no reason for me to give you a second chance to prove yourself the hero you claim to be, the one I know you are not.”

Craven: "I don't know which is funnier, that you don't seem to know how this works at all or that you might actually believe the bullshit you keep spewing out. If the only thing you care about are championships then you should have retired a long time ago because even before Oliver took that away from you for attacking people that were non-combatants, you'd already proven you didn't deserve it anymore! You had your shot, Kyle, you had your shot to prove you really were the mythical king you claim to be and you failed miserably! You got handed the North American Championship shot and only won it because the third person in the ring that night was an empty shirt and then you got punked the second you actually had to defend it! Then, just like Amy Zing is getting another title shot right after she lost a lower one, you got a shot at the UWA World Title and you blew it worse than a first time whore that still uses her teeth! You've never shown you were willing to work worth a damn to get anywhere, Kyle, and even when your shortcuts have worked, they've blown up in your face. Hell, just at Cataclysm, you said you were gonna destroy me with the Pridebreaker and the only thing you destroyed was a table when I pushed you off the top!”

Travis: “Yeah, way to prove yourself capable in a submission match by using a table there.”

Craven: “You told all of these people I wasn't fit to shine your shoes, much less be able to survive against you and yet, here I am, standing here and still willing and able to show you no respect at all because that's what you deserve! If all I wanted was another match, I wouldn't have bothered asking you, I'd have gone to ask the guy who could actually make it happen because that certainly isn't you! I don't know who you think you are or what kind of power you think you have, but "granting" matches sure as hell isn't it! I'm not here to ask you for anything, Kyle, I'm telling you... you're not done with me no matter how much you try to run away!"

Travis: "See that is where you are wrong. My name still needs to be on the contract Craven, and if you think Oliver can force me, you have not met my lawyers. Craven, do you really think I am going to be goaded into a fight with a pimp's lackey that I had to remind was upset at me over beating down a whore? For a guy that wanted to kick my ass so badly, you really took your time getting around to it and you did not get the job done. You want another chance hero? Do you?"

Travis: "Travis: "See that is where you are wrong. My name still needs to be on the contract Craven, and if you think Oliver can force me, you have not met my lawyers. Craven, do you really think I am going to be goaded into a fight with a pimp's laceky that I had to remind was upset at me? For a guy that wanted to kick my ass so badly, you really took your time getting around to it and you did not get the job done. You want another chance hero? Do you? Here's the deal then. When I beat you, you and Skylar have to quit the Sin City Knights.”

Craven smirks.

Craven: "Is that all? You're on!"

Travis smiles a cold, sadistic smile.

Travis: “No Craven, that’s not all. It is not going to be that easy. You may have wanted to hear the entire stipulation.”

Lula: “That can’t be good.”

Chase: “Maybe we’ll get another submission match of a falls count anywhere or something else.”

Travis: “When I say you and Skylar have to quit the Sin City Knights, I also mean each other, because when I beat you, whatever marker she owes gets signed over to me, whatever contract she has with Silver Baron she now has with me. And honestly, I could use a personal assistant and my wife’s wanted a maid for awhile. So when I beat you, the entire world is going to watch you break up with your best friend, your true love, the woman you have loved since before you even knew what love was and you will lose everything you would you could have had with her.”

Lula: “That cannot be legal.”

Chase: “This is wrestling where a lot of things are surprising legal. I mean, the Children of Nephilim abducted like 20 people, and no one has arrested those psychopaths.”

Lula: “She’s a person, not property.”

Chase: “As far as Travis is concerned, she’s a prostitute and prostitutes are not people.”

Travis drops the mic as Craven stands at the ramp looking stunned. “Kashmir” by Bond begins to replay as Travis stands in the ring, holding his crowbar and smiling.

"Take a bullet to my mandibles
It's the path I chose
Took life and I grabbed the balls
I rose like an animal
And the jungle taught me to handle foes."

Green, orange, and white pyros go off and Pauly comes bursting from behind the curtains and onto the ramp.

"To all ya mother Effers
Heffers and half steppers
The best of us is yet to come
Ya'll aint seen the last of us
I am that kid that nobody ever gave a fuck about
Curse words and the worst words
were the first words coming out my mouth
We started out with nothing so we had nothing to lose."

Hensley: “The following contest is for the UWA Television Champion. Introducing, first, the challenger, he hails from Belfast, Ireland and weighs in at 252 pounds…Pauly O’Connnnnerrrr!”

Lula: “This is the first of three championship matches we have tonight, the new UWA Television Champion Lacey Roberts will defend against Pauly O’Conner.”

Chase: “This is going to be a fight.”

Pauly makes his way charging down the ramp and slides into the ring as the song fades and he awaits the start of the match.

Lula: “Pauly has yet to hold a championship here in the UWA. Will he finally claim a title here tonight?”

Chase: “He may, but you cannot count Lacey out yet.”

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

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

A loud engine can be heard, as Lacey comes out to the stage on her chopper. The UWA Television Championship is around her neck like a collar.

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

Hensley: “And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she is the new UWA Television Champion…Laaaaceey Roberrrtss!”

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

Lula: “At Cataclysm, Lacey Roberts defeated Amy Zing to become UWA Television Champion in a hard fought Street Fight.”

Chase: “She told everyone she would and now she has the proof around her waist, or neck in this case.”

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, takes the title from around her neck, sliding it in under the bottom rope and slides herself into the ring.

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

Chase: “There is the greatest Television Champion of all time.”

Lula: “We’ve only had two and she’s only just held the title for two weeks.”

Chase: “She’ll still do better than that loser Amy Zing.”

Lula: “The former Television Champion Amy Zing will challenge Ashley Kenyon for the UWA North American Champion later tonight.”

Chase: “You mean she will lose to Ashley Kenyon later tonight.”

Lacey picks up the title and climbs onto on of the turnbuckles, and flashes the devil's sign with one hand while she holds up the title with her other. She shoulders the title and then takes off her kutte, before she climbs down.

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

Lacey hands the Television Championship to the referee who holds it in the air and hands it off to ringside. He signals for the bell to sound. Lacey stands there, trash talking Pauly, who responds with a Lou Thez press, taking Lacey by surprise.

Lula: “And here we go!”

The challenger gets off the champion, who manages to apply an armbar, wrenching on Pauly’s arm. She goes for an Irish whip, trying to shoot Pauly across the ring.

Lula: “The champion trying to take control here now.”

Chase: “Lacey is a second generation wrestler; she was born to do this.”

Pauly manages to hold on, reverse it and pull Lacey towards him, tossing her up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex. Lacey hits the mat, rubbing her lower back as she starts to get up. Pauly moves in, taking Lacey up and over with a fireman’s carry and dropping her down on the mat.

Lula: “Pauly O’Conner is not letting up, keeping right on Lacey.”

Chase: “Lacey is a fighter.”

The challenger moves in, trying to keep the attack going, but the champion starts fighting him off and manages to land a dropkick. Pauly manages to get back to his feet, but Lacey catches him in a Northern Lights suplex.

One…

Lula: “Lacey caught Pauly by surprise with a Northern Lights suplex.”

Chase: “It ain’t over yet.”

Pauly kicks out on the two, managing to get back to his feet, going for a big boot, but Lacey manages to duck the shot and goes for a hurricanrana, hooking the legs.

Lula: “Lacey with another surprise pin attempt!”

One…

Two…

Kick out!

Lula: “So close, but Pauly kicks out.”

Chase: “Lacey wants to end this quickly, and that’s not a bad idea.”

Pauly and Lacey are able to make it to their feet, but Pauly is able to drop Lacey with clothesline, then another one as soon as she gets to her feet.

Lula: “And Pauly takes Lacey down with a hard clothesline.”

Trying to keep his momentum going, Pauly shoots Lacey into the ropes, catching her as bounces off and comes back. He hoists her up over his head, and drops her down hard on the mat with a gorilla press slam. He quickly goes for the cover.

Lula: “You have to be impressed with the strength of Pauly O’Conner, regardless of whatever you may think of him.”

One…

Two…

Kick out!

Lula: “Pauly goes for another pin and Lacey kicks out again.”

As soon as Lacey starts to get up, Pauly pulls her in and hoists her up in an attempt to powerbomb her. The champion tries for another hurricanrana, but the challenger refuses to go over. Managing to pick herself up, Lacey fights the attempt at the powerbomb. However, Pauly decides to end the fight by dumping Lacey over the top rope and on to the apron.

Lula: “O’Conner now attempting a powerbomb, but Lacey fights back.”

Chase: “Lacey is not going to make this easy, then again, neither is Pauly.”

Pauly staggers away from the ropes, giving Lacey time to pick herself up. Turning back around, Pauly pulls Lacey into a suplex. Lacey tries to block. Pauly attempts the suplex again, this time getting Lacey up and dropping her with a DDT. He quickly goes for a cover.

Lula: “Pauly O’Conner just dumped Lacey on her head. This one could be over.”

One…

Two…

Th…kick out!

Lula: “I don’t know how, but Lacey Roberts kicked out of that one.”

Sensing victory, Pauly gets back to his feet, pulling Lacey up. He hoists her up on his shoulders as he looks to hit the Genuine Tragedy. Before he can drop Lacey on his knee, the Television Champion manages to slide off and nails the Chick Kick, knocking Pauly down.

Lula: “Pauly looking to finish this one here and now…and Lacey nails a kick right to the jaw.”

Lacey drops down on top of Pauly, hooking the leg for the pin as she makes the cover.

Lula: “Lacey could have it here!”

One…

Two…

Shoulder up!

Lula: “Pauly somehow kicked out of that one.”

Chase: “Neither of these guys are giving an inch.”

Lacey sits up, looking a little shocked she did not get pin. She manages to make it to her feet, shooting the ropes and catching Pauly with a running DDT. She drags him over to the corner, quickly pulling herself and dropping for a split-legged moonsault.

Lula: “Lacey going for a high risk move here to try and put Pauly away.”

Chase: “Sometimes, it works.”

At the last moment, Pauly manages to get his knees up. Lacey bounces off Pauly’s knees, holding her midsection. Pauly manages to pick himself up and moves to Lacey, lifting her off the mat. The UWA Television Champion catches him by surprise with a small package.


Lula: “Pauly blocks, but Lacey catches him with a small package!”

One…

Two…

Th…Kick out!



The two competitors are able to get back to their feet, Pauly pulls Lacey into a suplex, but Lacey blocks it and counters with a snap suplex of her own.

Lula: “Pauly going for a suplex, but Lacey blocks and hits one of her own.”

Chase: “They both want this win.”

Sensing victory, the UWA Television Champion gets to her feet, nailing her challenger in the midsection and shoots the ropes, looking to finish this with the Reaper’s Scythe.

Lula: “Lacey looking to put this one away…”

At the last moment, Pauly manages to move out of the way and hoists Lacey up on his shoulders as he attempts to hit the Genuine Tragedy.

Lula: “Pauly avoids the Reaper’s Scythe and looking to finish this…”

Lacey manages to slip out of the finisher attempt and catches Pauly with a small package.

Lula: “Lacey manages to slide out and catches Pauly with a small package!”

One…

Two…

Three!

Chase: “Did she get him?”

Lula: “I think so.”

Pauly manages to kick out at the last second, but unfortunately it is too late as the referee has counted the three. Lacey rolls out of the ring, leaning against the side of the ring, her arms in the air. O’Conner sits in the ring, looking shocked that he just lost the match by a second.

Lula: “Yes, she got him!”

Hensley: “Here is your winner and still UWA Television Champion…Lacey Roberrrtsss!”

The referee rolls out of the ring and hands Lacey the Television Championship and raises her arm. Lacey pulls away, raising the championship into the air and then holding it against her chest as she steps away from the ring.

Lula: “Lacey Roberts has successfully defeated Pauly O’Conner to retain the UWA Television Championship.”

Chase: “The greatest Television Champion in UWA history right there.”

::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. In his left hand is the crowbar. 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 walks over to the ropes and calls for a mic. He moves to the center of the ring, sliding the crowbar into the crook of his arm like a cane.::

Kyle Travis: “I am not out here to talk about my match with Craven or how he was taken out by a medical team while I walked out or about how I was right when I said he was not a hero, and that he would fail. And I am not going to, because as far as I am concerned, I am done with the Sin City Knights. Craven had his chance at revenge, and in the end all it was were empty words and impotent rage. He couldn’t get the job done, so he threw me through a table. But I am still here and I am still standing!”

::The crowd jeers.::

Kyle Travis: “I am here to welcome you to UWA’s night of championship matches and what a disappointment it is.”

::The crowd jeers and boos.::

Kyle Travis: “Ashley Kenyon, the darling of the UWA, gets an easy night against your favorite, because holding a title for 119 days without a single successful defense clearly earns one a title shot. But to counter that, Lacey is more than likely a lamb to the slaughter and well she had a nice two weeks.”

Kyle Travis: “But the one that gets me, is Jeszika Gautier, who was allowed to hold onto the title after getting a doctor’s note that basically confirmed she’s an unstable bitch, defends against a pimp. Now, aside from my lack of understanding how losing to a team that has not won a match since they debuted qualifies you for a world title match, I also do not quite get why the UWA feels that Silver Baron is championship material after he wasted the a run as a Tag Team Champion. I could grab anyone in the back, challenge K.I.S.S. and be Tag Team Champion by the end of the night.”

Kyle Travis: “But, because someone needs to be punished so Georgio looks less worthless as a leader than we all think he is, I do not get the opportunities I deserve. So…”

::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.::

Craven: "Dear God... do you EVER shut up?"

::The crowd cheers for Craven.::

Craven: “Seriously, quit your bitching and let's get down to what really pisses you off! You don't give two shits about this company and you never did! You don't care about those of us who have been booked a little irregularly and you don't give a shit about the champions' integrity because you wouldn't know what integrity was if it walked up and shook your hand! You're pissed off that the company didn't bow down before you and kiss your ass for gracing us all with your presence! You're pissed off that everybody in this building doesn't kneel before you and call you the god of wrestling! You're pissed off that they didn't just hand you the World Title upon arrival and beg you to make it mean something for them! In short, you're pissed off that this place isn't all about you!"

Kyle Travis: “I’m pissed off a pimp’s lackey, some wannabe hero, is interrupting me and wasting my time when absolutely no one cares about you Craven. Now I suppose this is the part where you and I go back and forth and set up a match at Tragic Engagement to settle our issues.”

::The crowd cheers at that idea.::

Kyle Travis: “And Craven, while that may be a great idea to you, there’s really nothing it in for me. Beating you does not move me up the ladder to getting a title shot, nor does it bring me a championship, and to be honest, I really don’t feel generous enough to give you another shot at the revenge you failed to get at Cataclysm. You walked in, so confident that you would beat me and I nearly took your arm off. The only reason you survived is because you put me through a table. As far as I am concerned Craven, I won. You had your shot, and I fail to see why I should give you another one.”

::The crowd boos and jeers.::

Kyle Travis: “Now you can stand there and call me a coward or somehow goad me into a match, but really Craven, you have nothing I want, no reason for me to give you a second chance to prove yourself the hero you claim to be, the one I know you are not.”

Craven: "I don't know which is funnier, that you don't seem to know how this works at all or that you might actually believe the bullshit you keep spewing out. If the only thing you care about are championships then you should have retired a long time ago because even before Oliver took that away from you for attacking people that were non-combatants, you'd already proven you didn't deserve it anymore! You had your shot, Kyle, you had your shot to prove you really were the mythical king you claim to be and you failed miserably! You got handed the North American Championship shot and only won it because the third person in the ring that night was an empty shirt and then you got punked the second you actually had to defend it! Then, just like Amy Zing is getting another title shot right after she lost a lower one, you got a shot at the UWA World Title and you blew it worse than a first time whore that still uses her teeth! You've never shown you were willing to work worth a damn to get anywhere, Kyle, and even when your shortcuts have worked, they've blown up in your face. Hell, just at Cataclysm, you said you were gonna destroy me with the Pridebreaker and the only thing you destroyed was a table when I pushed you off the top! You told all of these people I wasn't fit to shine your shoes, much less be able to survive against you and yet, here I am, standing here and still willing and able to show you no respect at all because that's what you deserve! If all I wanted was another match, I wouldn't have bothered asking you, I'd have gone to ask the guy who could actually make it happen because that certainly isn't you! I don't know who you think you are or what kind of power you think you have, but "granting" matches sure as hell isn't it! I'm not here to ask you for anything, Kyle, I'm telling you... you're not done with me no matter how much you try to run away!"

Kyle Travis: "See that is where you are wrong. My name still needs to be on the contract Craven, and if you think Oliver can force me, you have not met my lawyers. Craven, do you really think I am going to be goaded into a fight with a pimp's laceky that I had to remind was upset at me? For a guy that wanted to kick my ass so badly, you really took your time getting around to it and you did not get the job done. You want another chance hero? Do you?"

Kyle Travis: "Here's the deal then. When I beat you, you and Skylar have to quit the Sin City Knights."

::Craven smirks.::

Craven: "Is that all? You're on!"

Kyle Travis: “No Craven, that’s not all. When I say you and Skylar have to quit the Sin City Knights, I also mean each other. When I beat you, the entire world is going to watch you break up with your best friend, your true love, the woman you have loved since before you even knew what love was. No reunion, no desperate proposal to keep her in your life. When Tragic Engagement ends, everything you and Skylar could have had ends with it.”

Kyle Travis: “At Tragic Engagement, you will lose everything “hero”.”

::Travis drops the mic as Craven stands at the ramp looking stunned. “Kashmir” by Bond begins to replay. Suddenly, the music cuts out and “Born to Rise” by Redlight King hits. Oliver Georgio walks out onto the stage causing both Travis and Craven to turn around in shock and skepticism.::

Oliver Georgio: “What we’ve got here is… failure to communicate, specifically on how things work around here. Mister Travis, contrary to what you just said and what you think you know, I can place you in any match I see fit because you signed a contract when you came here giving me that power. Therefore, Mister Craven does not need you to agree in order to receive that match, he just needs me to say that at Tragic Engagement, you Kyle Travis will face Craven, one on one, whether you like it or not.”

::The crowd explodes while Travis glares down from the ring.::

Oliver Georgio: “The only thing you can decide to do about it, is not show up and thus cause yourself to be suspended and have us need a discussion with your lawyers about a contract breach. However, just to show you that I’m not a bad guy, if you defeat him in this match, you will once again be allowed to contend for any championship in UWA save the World Championship. Now, you two play nice…”

::Oliver starts to leave as Craven charges down the aisle. Travis, seething, steps from the ring and meets Craven at ringside where the two men begin throwing wild punches on each other. Oliver shakes his head and nods to security who quickly swarm the area and pull the two men apart, both still desperately trying to take the other apart.

The camera shifts to the backstage to find Ashley Kenyon walking with a purpose toward the parking lot area only for a grinning Pauly slam the doors shut behind her then the camera shifted back to ringside::

Lula Davidson: " What was that about?"

Jason Chase: " I guess we will find out."

Jamie Hensley: “The following is a tag team match and it is set for one fall. Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 370 pounds, Aerynn Donnelly and Shonn Maguire, 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 with Shonn Maguire on the right of her. 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. 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 pair 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 both faces. Aerynn leans back into Shonn both ready to throw down.::

Lula Davidson: “They look way too happy for people who...”

Jason Chase: “Why shouldn’t they be happy? They’re getting to do the thing they love most!”

Lula Davidson: “Which is what?”

Jason Chase: “Fight side by side!”

Jamie Hensley: “Their opponents, introducing first, weighing in at 140 pounds and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, representing Arsenal and K.I.S.S., she is one half of the UWA World Tag Team Champions, BETHANY KENYON!!!”

::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. Nikki leads Bethany to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to a corner upon which Bethany raises her arms.::

Lula Davidson: “Bethany and Nikki look neither scared nor impressed.”

Jason Chase: “Nobody ever accused them of being geniuses!”

Lula Davidson: “You’re saying they’re being stupid?”

Jason Chase: “I would say that, yes.”

Jamie Hensley: “And her partner, weighing in at 225 pounds and wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada, BRODY 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: “And here comes Brody!”

Jason Chase: “Great, the party can start now and leave it to him to be fashionably late!”

Lula Davidson: “Late?”

Jason Chase: “He was the last one to arrive, wasn’t he?”

::The bell sounds and Shonn kisses Aerynn in their corner. Brody and Bethany watch from their corner with Nikki standing on the floor behind them, all three seemingly waiting for the punchline to arrive. Shonn and Aerynn grin and then nod to each other before tearing across the ring, looking for simultaneous strikes. The referee tries to move out of the way but can’t quite miss everyone, inadvertently walking into Shonn’s clothesline attempt on Brody. Brody moves and Shonn smashes the referee into the corner. The referee’s head bounces off the middle of the turnbuckle and he crashes to the mat. Brody steps in and throws a punch that Shonn eats as he reaches into his pocket.::

Lula Davidson: “I almost feel like he did that on purpose!”

Jason Chase: “No way, he was trying to drill Brody, not that feckless, halfwit referee!”

Lula Davidson: “What is he doing now?”

Jason Chase: “Trying to make sure Brody doesn’t end him!”

::Aerynn and Bethany trade shots before Aerynn ducks one, pulls a set of cuffs from her pocket and uses them like makeshift set of brass knuckles. She knocks Bethany down and then grabs her right wrist. Aerynn quickly cuffs Bethany to the ropes, moving to her other wrist and pulling a second set of cuffs to immobilize Bethany. As she starts to back off the now more or less crucified Bethany, Nikki jumps up with a pin. As she starts to work on the cuffs, Aerynn turns and punches her full in the face. Nikki goes flying and crashes into the railing, landing on the floor in a heap with blood trickling down her face::

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

Jason Chase: “Teaching these people a lesson in violence!”

Lula Davidson: “What lesson is that?”

Jason Chase: “Nobody fucks with Gealtachta!”

::Shonn pulls a set of cuffs from his pocket and uses them in the sme brass knuckles manner as Aerynn, nailing Brody in the balls and then in the mouth. Brody goes down and Shonn leaps on top of him, cuffing Brody’s hands behind his back. As he stands up, Aerynn saunters over to him and then kiss each other passionately above the body.::

Lula Davidson: “Those sick...”

Jason Chase: “Somehow, I don’t think they’re done...”

Lula Davidson: “What more can they do?”

Jason Chase: “Just wait...”

::Shonn steps over to the ropes and slides out to the floor. He grabs a steel chair and a bottle of water from under the ring and tosses the chair in to Aerynn. Shonn pops open the bottle and casually walks around to Bethany. Grinning, he slides into the ring as he watches Brody slowly fighting to stand up, Aerynn motioning at home to come on. Shonn takes a sip and then tosses the water in bethany’s face to make sure she’s awake. Bethany starts to struggle as Shonn grabs her chin to point her eyes in the right direction. Brody stands up and Aerynn blasts him in the face with the chair. Brody falls to his knees and Bethany screams out for him. Aerynn pauses as Brody fights up to his knees and nods to Shonn. Brody starts back up and Aerynn blasts him in the back. Brody staggers forward and Aerynn walks around to his side. She rears back and blasts him in the chest. Brody grimaces as Bethany cries out for him again. Aerynn blasts Brody in the back and he falls to his knees, his eyes glazed over and an almost smile on his face. Aerynn rears back and blasts him in the back as Bethany screams through tears. The chair hits and Brody tumbles to the mat on his face.::

Lula Davidson: “MY GOD!!!”

Jason Chase: “She’s gonna put that dog down for good!”

Lula Davidson: “Ho can you possibly enjoy this?”

Jason Chase: “Easy, he asked for it!”

::Aerynn brings the chair down onto Brody’s head on the mat while Shonn grins from next to the screaming Bethany. Aerynn looks directly at her and raises the chair up again just as security rushes the ring. Within seconds, Aerynn is escorted from the ring as Shonn walks over to the body on the mat. The referee staggers up just security releases Bethany. Shonn turns to face her and Bethany clocks him with the Kiss Off. Shonn goes down and Bethany drops down both to cover him and to check on Brody.::

1…

2…

3!!!

::Brody is uncuffed and rolled over as Nikki climbs in to check on her friends. Shonn slips out of the ring laughing as Bethany cries over Brody’s unconscious form.::

Lula Davidson: “What have they done?”

Jason Chase: “What had to be done!”

Lula Davidson: “How did that need to be done?”

Jason Chase: “Because a man has got to know his limitations!”

Jamie Hensley: “Here are your winners… Brody Montgomery and Bethany Kenyon...”

::Back in the trainer's room, the UWA's resident doctor has a very large patient sitting in front of him. The Silent Destroyer, Sentinel, seems to be in the middle of a little pre-match checking with the aforementioned doctor checking his eyes at the moment while, in the background, Talon and Alex stand and watch pensively. After a few more moments of observation, the doctor puts the small light away and nods to Sentinel, then to Talon and Alex as they walk up.::

Trainer: "Everything checks out and he's all set. I went through everything on the analysis you brought me from his physical last week and he looks to be just fine."

::Talon's expression shows disbelief but Sentinel takes the diagnosis for what it is: a license to go out to the ring and stomp some ass. He slides off the table and claps a heavy hand on the trainer's shoulder before walking past. Talon, rather than going after him, just watches him go as Alex watches both of them.::

Alex: "So what the hell does that mean, sis? The doctor at the hospital was all 'post-concussion' this and 'after-effects' that."

Talon: "...I wish I knew."

::She turns to look at her brother, unable to hide the worry on her face.::

Talon: "And he's facing Vince Jones tonight, too. Don't get wrong: I'm not afraid for him because they haven't built an opponent that he can't beat..."

Alex: "...but?"

::Turning back to the door which Sentinel had exited through, Talon exhales a breath she didn't know she was holding.::

Talon: "I just can't shake this sense of dread. Have we gotten a message back from our own yet?"

::Taking the phone from his pocket, Alex does a quick scan of the messages and shakes his head.::

Alex: "Nothing. You don't think that they've changed their minds, do you?"

Talon: "I hope not. But it's one of those few things in life that I can't interfere with if that's the case. Now come on...his match is up soon and I'll be damned if I won't be out there with him knowing that Vince will have his little entourage in tow."

Alex: "You want me out there too?"

::Talon smiles slightly, but shakes her head, walking out of the trainer's room with her brother at her side.::

Talon: "I appreciate the offer, but I can handle them if need be."

::They head out and the cameras turn their attention back to Jason and Lula at the announce table.::

LD: "I really can't get a read on what's going on with Sentinel and Talon anymore. To me, it looked like he was having some post-concussion effects during and after his match with Joshua McBride...but our doctor says he's good to go."

JC: "Ten bucks says there's a check in the trainer's pocket with the Silent Destroyer's name on it...whatever his name may be."

LD: "At this point, it wouldn't surprise me. He'd wade through a brawl just to get into a fight."

:: the Camera ringside area.::

Jamie Hensely:”Your next match is scheduled for one fall and is for UWA’s North American Championship!”

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.

Jason Chase:”Amy is one lucky girl.”

Lula Davidson:”Why do you say that?”

Jason Chase:”She loses her TV title at the pay per view and very next show she is fighting for the North American title!”

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

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

Jamie Hensely: “From San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China and weighing in at 120 pounds “The Hong Kong Sensation”…Aaaaaamy Ziiiiing!”

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

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

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

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

Jamie Hensley:Introducing next…..Your UWA North American Champion, being accompanied to the ring by her sister Bethany and manager Nikki, Ashley Kenyon!!!!!

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 on-looking 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:”Ashley did what many expected her to fail at!”

Jason Chase:”She dethroned my man Vince. Not many will be able to say they did that!”

The bell sounds and Amy wastes no time. She runs up behind Ashley and throws her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. With that being done Amy takes a few steps back and charges right back at the dazed Ashley and nails a hard handspring back elbow.

Jason Chase:”Amy starting things off quick.”

Lula Davidson:”Think she is mad she lost her title at the pay per view?”

Jason Chase:”Uh...yeah!”

Amy then drags Ashley by the hair to the center of the ring but is caught with a quick uppercut. Amy stumbles back but comes right back with a hard punch of her own. Ashley again returns the punch this time followed by a sweep of the legs sending Amy to the mat below. Ashley then springs off the ropes as Amy stands but takes her right back down with a dropkick to the side of Amy’s knee.

Jason Chase:”Ashley knows Amy needs her legs to do most of her moves. She is trying to disable most of Amy’s arsenal!”

Lula Davidson:”That and she needs to prove her gaining of the title wasn’t just a fluke. Ashley has a lot of pressure on her right now.”

Jason Chase:”Speaking of fluke. Amy as well wants to prove her loss of her title WAS a fluke. They both have much to prove tonight and will be aiming to take each others heads off.”

Again Ashley bounces off the ropes and this time sends Amy to the mat with a vicious neckbreaker. Ashley wastes no time as she mounts Amy from behind and locks in a headlock. Amy squirms and manages to drag them both to the ropes. The referee begins to count as Ashley keeps the hold locked in.


One…..







Two…….




Three……..


Jason Chase:”Ashely better let go or she will be disqualified!”

Lula Davidson:”Even so, she will not lose her title. Nothing in the rules says a loss by dq makes the title change hands. This may be a smart move by Ashley.”

Ashley finally releases the hold and begins to taunt Amy as she holds her throat in pain.

Lula Davidson:”Better not get cocky. Amy can still turn this thing around.

Ashley approaches AMy and drags her to her feet and whip her to the ropes and readies herself. Amy bounces off the opposite ropes as Ashley goes for a hurricanrana but is caught and dropped with a massive powerbomb from Amy, who then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.




One……………..







Two…………….






Thr………



Jason Chase:”Ashley gets the shoulder up at the last second possible!!!!!!”



Amy stands up and looks at the referee, aarguing that it should have been a three count. Distracted she is as Ashley manages to crawl up behind her and roll her up going for a pin of her own.



One………………



Two…………..



Lula Davidson:”Now the kickout by Amy!!!!!”

Both girls get back to their feet and glare each other down for a moment.

Lula Davidson:”Both girls are showing they mean business in that ring. Neither giving each other the real advantage.”

Jason Chase:”Meow! A good old fashioned catfight!!!!”

Ashley makes the first move and charges at Amy. Amy leaps over Ashley’s shoulders and as she turns around Ashley is right there to take her down with a hellacious spin kick to the side of the head. Amy hits the mat and seems to be out cold.

Jason Chase:”This could be the end for Amy. She needs to pull something out of her ass to get back in this thing!”

Lula Davidson:”I agree Jason. For once………..”

Ashley begins to get the crowd pumped up and mounts the top rope. She gets the crowd into it a bit more as they all know what this means.

Jason Chase:”Ashley going for her signature move Manna from Heaven. If she nails this it will be all she wrote for Amy!”

As ashley goes for mana in heaven she missaims just slightly and takes the referee out. no sooner had this happened then vince jones jumps the barricade and slides into the ring. as Ashley is getting back to her feet Amy turns into a clothesline from Vnce with his arm wrapped in a chain. Before Ashley even knows he's there he slides out of the ring and Ash turns and sees Amy down and drops into the cover.



ONE



TWO


Lula: "Not this way!"


THREE!!!!


Jamie henslet: "Here is your winner and.....STILL U.W.A. North American Champion.....ASHLEY KENYON!!!!!"

::The camera shifts to the backstage again. This time it is only long enough to show Ashley walking into the trainers office where Bethany waits anxiously as they worked on the broken Brody. Just before the camera shifts back to ringside the camera shows the strange masked woman standing perfectly still in the hallway watching them. the camera shifts then back to the ringside area.::

Jamie Hensley: “The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 269 pounds and hailing from New York City, “The Violence” VINCE JONES!!!”

::The familiar voice of Bronx, New York rapper, Fat Joe, blares out over the loud speakers in the building as a "Take a Look at My Life" begins to play. Initially the melody starts off soft and somewhat serene.::

"Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
Fools walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That's my neighborhood...FUCK NO!"

::The soft music suddenly switches over to a powerful ballad of blaring horns. ::

"I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where fools push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here"

BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE MAIN EVENT!! (echoes)

::Vince Jones bursts through the curtains along with his lovely girlfriend and valet, Jasmine "The Crown Jewel of Wrestling". Vince makes his way to the edge of the rampway, raises his arms high above his head, and flashes the hand sign of his old New York City street gang, the EDW. Meanwhile Jasmine looks out at the audience with a smug look plastered across her face as she presents her main man to the crowd. ::

" I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that brotha leakin from ear ta ear"

SIMPLY SILENCED!! (echoes)

::Vince Jones lowers his arms and begins to slowly march his way towards the ring followed by Jasmine. He glares at and doesn't hesitate to talk smack to and antagonize any and all who disapprove of his presence along the way.::

"Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier"

SHIT GETS REAL FROM HERE ON OUT, SON!! (echoes)

"Fools must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game back"

IT'S GAME OVA!! (echoes)

"Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all"

NYC'S MOST ROUGH, RUGGED, AND RAW!! (echoes)

"Fools thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka"

THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!! (echoes)

:: Vince Jones reaches the metal steps along with Jasmine and they make their way into the ring. Vince immediately climbs up to the top turnbuckle and once again flashes the hand sign of the EDW for all of the crowd to see. Jasmine begins parading around the ring as she blows kisses, shouts out the crowd, and stirs the people's hatred in all ways possible::

"Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a bruh like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack"

IT'S THAT TIME!! (echoes)

::Vince Jones climbs back down from the top turnbuckle and readies himself for battle while Jasmine slowly exits the ring.::

Take a look at my life, and you can see that"
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a bruh like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack"

'NUFF SAID!! (echoes)

::The music switches over to the instrumental as it slowly fades out.::

Lula Davidson: “Vince Jones is not happy after Cataclysm!”

Jason Chase: “Yo, Jonesy be in da house, yo! And you gotta bring up that ish, what a mahfucka gotta do?”

Lula Davidson: “Please... for the love of God...”

Jason Chase: “Da Man is here and you gotta show Jonesy his respect!”

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: “So I wonder, which one of these two is actually in the worse condition after Cataclysm, Sentinel physically or Jones psychologically?”

Jason Chase: “Naw see, Jonesy ain’t bout dat!”

Lula Davidson: “I swear… I’m gonna get the duct tape again...”

Jason Chase: “Don’t be hatin’!”

::The crowd watches with anticipatory baited breath as the two big men walk up to the center of the ring, neither blinking as they move towards the impending fight. Sentinel and Jones look to lock-up, both attempting to show their dominance. As they start to turn, Jones releases his grip and throws a punch that connects with Sentinel’s jaw. Caught off-guard, Sentinel staggers a half step and Jones drills him with a second punch before grabbing Sentinel’s throat with both hands. Jones forces him into the near corner and starts choking him against the turnbuckles. The referee warns Jones about a disqualification and quickly starts counting.::

1…

2…

3…

4...

::Jones releases the hold and starts to back away. Sentinel comes out of the corner with a nasty reverse knife edge chop to Jones’s chest and Jones grimaces from the impact. Sentinel follows with a big punch and Jones staggers back a half step. Sentinel comes through with a second reverse knife-edge chop and Jones turns in pain as the sound reverberates throughout the arena. Sentinel grabs him by the back of the head and rushes him back towards the corner. Jones gets his hands up to block by the ropes, Sentinel still looking to smash his face into the top turnbuckles. Jones flexes his arms, his grip on the ropes tightening as he refuses to allow this to happen. Sentinel releases his grip and looks for a tomahawk chop. Jones moves and sentinel strikes the top turnbuckle pad instead. Jones drills Sentinel with a forearm shot to the back of the head and as Sentinel starts to turn away, Jones grabs him by the throat with both hands again. The referee gives him the same warning as before as he counts.::

1…

2…

3…

4…

::Jones releases his grip and cracks Sentinel in the mouth with a forearm shot. Sentinel's knees buckle momentarily and Jones grabs him by the throat again. The referee starts counting again as Jones grinds his teeth almost as hard he does Sentinel's body against the turnbuckles.::

1…

2…

3…

4…

::Jones releases his grip, dives into the body and fires Sentinel out with a big t-bone suplex. Sentinel starts to sit up and Jones runs up to give him a soccer kick between the shoulder blades. As the Silent Destroyer grimaces in pain, Jones leans down, puts his knee between Sentinel’s shoulder blades and grabs him under the chin with both hands. Jones pulls back and the referee asks Sentinel if he wants to submit.::

Lula Davidson: “That is a dirty look Sentinel just shot the referee for even asking him that question!”

Jason Chase: “Come on, ya gotta holla atcha boy!”

Lula Davidson: “Duct… tape…”

Jason Chase: “Sentinel just doesn’t wanna admit that Jonesy is that great!”

::Jones pulls his knee back, holds his grip on Sentinel’s chin and drives his knee back in between the Silent Destroyer’s shoulder blades. Sentinel groans and grimaces in pain as Jones tightens his grip. The referee asks Sentinel again if he wishes to submit and Sentinel responds by grabbing Jones’s head. Jones tries to wrench himself free and Sentinel starts to shove both thumbs into Jones’s eyes. Jones releases his grip and drives a 12 to 6 elbow strike into Sentinel’s left trapezius muscle. Sentinel grinds his teeth but maintains his grip on Jones’ head. Jones grabs Sentinel’s wrists and tries to pry his own head loose. Sentinel releases his grip, spins as he stands and belts Jones in the mouth with a vicious uppercut. Jones falls back against the ropes and comes back with a lariat attempt. Sentinel ducks and Jones takes the referee’s head off instead.::

Crowd: “OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!”

::Jones turns and eats another stiff uppercut from Sentinel. Jones steps back, blood trickling from his lip and fires back with a stiff punch of his own. Sentinel comes back with a nasty reverse knife-edge chop to the chest and Jones staggers back towards the corner. Sentinel moves in and delivers another chop. Jones falls into the corner and Sentinel gives him a third just for good measure. Jones slumps against the turnbuckles, his chest showing a few marks from the impact of the chops. Sentinel nods and delivers another one that finally makes Jones cry out in pain. As Jones starts to come out of the corner. Sentinel drills him with yet another chop and Jones cries out again. He clutches at his chest and stumbles a step or two before falling to his knees. As Sentinel moves in on him, Jones turns and kicks at the Silent Destroyer’s left knee. Sentinel moves and Jones jumps up into a spear that sends both men through the ropes. Sentinel rolls with it and Jones falls off the edge, plummeting down to the concrete floor. As Jones starts up, Sentinel stands up and jumps off the edge looking for a flying clothesline. Jones catches him and drops him into a stun gun across the guardrail.::

Crowd: “NOOOOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH”

::Jones staggers back to the edge of the ring as Sentinel snaps back to the floor clutching at his throat. Jones checks his lip, sees his own blood and glares down at Sentinel on the floor. Jones moves in and tries to stomp on Sentinel but the Silent Destroyer sees it coming and moves out of the way. Jones stomps the floor and Sentinel moves quickly to his feet. Jones belts him in the mouth and sentinel staggers back, almost bouncing off the railing again. As Jones moves in for the finish, Sentinel catches him with a nasty chop to the chest. Jones doubles over in sudden, unexpected pain and Sentinel grabs him by the back of the head, ramming him down hard into the steel railing.::

Lula Davidson: “Good God!”

Jason Chase: “Naw, naw, Jonesy ain’t hearin’ that!”

Lula Davidson: “Goddammit!”

Jason Chase: “MMMppphh!”

::Sentinel grabs Jones up and looks to bounce him off the railing again but Jones gets his hands down on the steel to block it. Sentinel looks to try again and eats an elbow strike to the midsection. As he starts to double over, Jones spins into a vicious lariat that knocks Sentinel down hard on the floor. Jones drops an elbow to the mush that Sentinel somewhat manages to avoid by rolling over. Jones takes him by the hair and starts to grind Sentinel’s face into the concrete, raking him back and forth as if the floor is a giant cheese grater. Jones pulls Sentinel up and looks to bounce his face off the concrete but Sentinel gets his arms down and blocks it. Jones tries again and Sentinel turns and gives him a forearm shot to the gut. Jones doubles over and Sentinel pops up for a nasty ddt onto the floor.::

Crowd: “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!”

::Sentinel slowly stands up as Jones lies face down on the floor in a daze. Sentinel glances to the ring and sees the referee is still down. He nods and starts to pull Jones back up to his feet. Jones shoves Sentinel’s arms off of him and punches the Silent Destroyer in the mouth. Sentinel staggers back and Jones, still slightly wobbly, fires off another punch. Sentinel sidesteps him and catches him for a drop toehold that lands Jones face first onto the steel steps. Jones hits hard and rolls off the side, clutching at his now bleeding head. Sentinel pulls Jones up and runs the Career Killa into the ring post. Jones staggers back, spinning uneasily away as the blood runs down his face. Sentinel moves in and delivers a wicked chop that sounds throughout the arena.::

Crowd: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

::Jones falls to his knees as Sentinel stands there looking back into the ring again. Sentinel starts to make another move and Jones punches him in the family jewels. Sentinel’s eyes go wide in shock and pain as Jones punches up into his mouth. Sentinel staggers back and Jones grabs him by the back of the head before he goes too far. Taking handful of hair, Jones rams Sentinel into the ring post. Sentinel hits hard and stumbles over the steps. Jones gives him a big lariat from behind that sends Sentinel flying over the steps, sprawling face first onto the concrete. Jones moves around as the crowd boos him out of the building. Sentinel starts to get up, making it to all fours before Jones kicks him in the back of the head, bouncing him face first off the concrete.::

Lula Davidson: “God, now they’re both bloody messes!”

Jason Chase: “Mmph, mph, mph, mmmph!!!”

Lula Davidson: “Dynamite analysis, Jason!”

Jason Chase: “Mmph mmmph!”

::As Jones starts to nod to the booing crowd, the referee staggers up inside the ring. Jones smirks at him as the man falls forward to the ropes still clutching at his head. He calls on Jones to get back in the ring and Jones just shrugs at him. He brushes off his shoulders and then drops a fist to the back of Sentinel’s head on the floor. The referee calls on Jones to get back in the ring again and Jones just shrugs again. The referee shakes his head and then starts counting.::

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::Jones stands up and allows the boos to wash over him as the referee continues to count.::

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::Jones grabs Sentinel and pulls him up to his feet.::

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::Jones runs Sentinel into the ring, rolling him inside under the bottom rope.::

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::Jones dives into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. He jumps onto Sentinel and mounts him, throwing punches down onto the Silent Destroyer’s bloody face. Sentinel tries to stop him but Jones grabs him by the hair and starts bouncing his head vilo,ently off the mat in rapid fire succession. After about ten bounces, He sits Sentinel up and blasts him in the mouth with a forearm shot. Sentinel goes down hard and Jones covers, hooking the leg.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Jones gets to his feet and pulls Sentinel up with him. He punches sentinel in the mouth knocking the Silent Destroyer back into the ropes. Sentinel bounces back and gives him a flying punch to the face that knocks Jones off his feet. Jones starts back up and Sentinel catches him for the Screaming Silence, bringing the man up in a gutwrench and then driving him down into a gutbuster across the Silent Destroyer’s knee. Jones clutches at his stomach and Sentinel picks him up again for a fisherman’s driver, slamming him down to the mat with Talon’s Curse.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::Sentinel looks to pull Jones up and Jones pulls him back down into an inside cradle.::

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KICKOUT!!!

::As they start up to their feet, Jones gets under Sentinel in and brings him back down with his version of Emerald Fusion known as the Thug Killa. Sentinel hits hard and Jones grabs the left leg, turning it over into his NYC Crippler ankle lock. Sentinel grits his teeth in pain, Jones looking to rip the leg off if he can. Sentinel reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. As the referee is about to start counting, Jones stands up and Sentinel turns into him, kicking him off. Jones falls back away and Sentinel leaps up looking for the Dead End. Jones times it perfectly and catches Sentinel with the Jaw Jacka coming out of the spin and Sentinel goes down like he’s been shot by a sniper. Jones leaps on top and hooks the leg.::

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SHOULDER UP!!!

::With blood flying everywhere, both men stagger to their feet and Jones cracks Sentinel in the mouth with a big punch. Sentinel eats it and fires back with a big chop that makes blood fly from Jones’s chest. Jones staggers back and fires back. Sentinel eats it again and fires off another chop and the two start trading shots that make sweat, blood and spit fly with each shot, Jones, Sentinel, Jones, Sentinel, Jones, Sentinel, Jones, Sentinel. Jones starts to fall back again and Sentinel rushes at him. Jones catches him for the Lou Thesz press he calls the Gang bang and blasts him repeatedly on the mat. Sentinel fires back and suddenly fires up, spinning Jones around in the process. Sentinel scoops him up from behind and puts him in the Broken Road. Jones thumbs him in the eye and slides down behind him, hooking the head as he goes. He tries to pick up the Silent Destroyer for the Silencer but Sentinel flips through and elbows him on the way down. Sentinel hooks him in a front facelock and snaps off the Black Sunset.::

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::Sentinel starts up and brings Jones with him. Jones thumbs Sentinel in the eyes and gives him a big forearm shot to the face. Sentinel staggers back and Jones hits him with a mafia kick. Sentinel goes down and Jones moves to the corner with a mean look in his eye. Jones climbs to the top rope and motions at Sentinel to get up. As the Silent Destroyer slowly does so, Jones nods in anticipation. Sentinel starts to stagger backwards and Jones leaps of for the Neck Cutter. Sentinel spins and catches him in midair with the Dead End. Jones hits the mat hard and Sentinel lands on top of him. He hooks the leg and the referee jumps across for the count.::

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Lula Davidson: “My God, Sentinel must have knocked him out with that!”

Jason Chase: “That’s just… ”

Lula Davidson: “Those two just knocked the living crap out of each other!”

Jason Chase: “This ain’t happening! This ain’t happening!!!”

Jamie Hensley: “Here is your winner, “the Silent Destroyer” SENTINEL!!!”

Camera cuts to backstage, where we see Craven, Nicole and Jade outside of the Silver Baron's dressing room. We see that the door is open, and that the Silver Baron seems to be talking to himself. It's then we also see Stephanie Miller approaching.

Stephanie: Hey guys. What seems to be going on here?

Nicole: I think it might be boss getting psyched up.

Jade: Probably.

Stephanie: Would it be okay if I got a word with him?

Craven: I'm not sure that's a good idea.

Silver Baron: Come in.

With that, all four shrugged, and they enter, along with the cmaeraman. They see the Silver Baron, looking at a mirror, in only his ring gear. He brushes some of his hair back with his hands.

Stephanie Miller: silver Baron. We are just moments away from the Main event, where you will be fighting Jeszika Gautier for the UWA world title. How do you feel?

Silver Baron: How do I feel? I feel great. Even with all the setbacks, I've persevered through them. Everyone that you see in this room Steph, has had things to deal with over the last year, and ultimately, has become stronger due to them. But tonight, it isn't about the things that we have to deal with. Tonight, is all about the glory. Jeszika and I, we got no beef, but we both are hungry. Her, to prove that she is a damn good champion. Me, to wanting to become the champion. The question we'll find out in that ring, is who's hungrier?

Stephanie: Indeed you're right. But...what if anyone else decides to get into yours or Jeszika's business.

The Silver Baron smirked, and turned towards Stephanie.

Silver Baron: Well Steph...I'll answer that with saying this. They will get what they deserve. And that Steph, is being sucked into the eternal darkness that is...Oblivion.

Craven: Wait. You're not serious?

Silver Baron: I am. I don't want anyone to ruin this match. We need an epic main event without getting ruined by other people's shenanigans. Unlike anyone before me, I will not tolerate anyone ruining this match!

Stephanie: Well...what about your guys?

Silver Baron: My girls, and Craven, you mean? Well Steph, I told them before, and i'll say it again...Don't interfere. It's not a matter of not needing such action, which I don't...but it's mostly a matter of not wanting. However, if anyone sticks their nose in my business...Then you can have fun.

Craven and the girls smirked. This is what they liked to see in the Silver Baron. The Silver Baron then sighed, and then looked Stephanie straight in the eyes.

Silver Baron: My mind is clear, and my focus is strong. Tonight, there is no holding back, because tonight, destiny awaits.

The Silver Baron then looked at Jade and Nicole, who promptly got his jacket, fedora, and cane. The Silver Baron stretched out his arms, as the girls put on his jacket. Jade place his fedora upon his head, while Nicole gave him is cane.

Silver Baron: It's time to show that this pimp, is king.

Craven: Time to rock Baron.

Silver Baron: Damn right it is Craven.

With that, The silver Baron, with Jade and Nicole at either side of him, begin to walk out into the hallway. Craven follows behind them for a couple minutes, as they approach the entrance area.

::Mayhem returns from commercial just as 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"

LD: "The Baron looks as confident as usual tonight, but there's a little less swing in his step unless I miss my guess."

::The Silver baron begins to casually walk to the ring, occassionally 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"

JC: "Well, the simple answer to that is that he's worked with his opponent tonight in the past and all..."

LD: "...and the complicated answer?"

::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"

JC: "It's because he knows that one slip-up and his opportunity is blown. Jeszika did something that very few have ever done, and that's beat Aerynn Donnelly."

LD: "That's a good point, but I wouldn't be surprised to see the Silver Baron walk out of Loveland as the new champion despite that. He took Sentinel to the limit last Mayhem and we both know the Silent Destroyer isn't an easy fight for anyone."

::"Look Pimpin'" fades out as Baron sends Nicole and Jade out of the ring, getting himself psyched up for the fight. Guitars start playing as "Define Me" by Bad Pollyanna starts playing over the speakers as Jeszika walks out onto the ramp wearing a black leather studded corset encrusted with diamond over top of a Black tank top and a short pleated tartan skirt, the World Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder.::

"I'm coming out
So call your friends and gather round
It's time to judge and pin me down
I'm in the box you put me in
It's dark and I can't see a thing
No air I need to BREATHE
I'm climbing out
Oh my god, Alert the town!
A freak, a monster's on the prowl!
Shut it up and TEAR IT DOWN
Grab your torch and pitchfork now"

LD: "And here comes the champion!"

JC: "Gold definitely agrees with her."

::She forms a gun with her fingers and points it at the crowd before bringing it it up to her mouth and blowing it, then begins strutting down to the ring. She climbs into the ring over the middle rope, pausing on her way through to shake her ass seductively for the males in the crowd.::

"Define Me Define me
Somebody Find Me
And tell me what I am!
Y'know you love it!"

LD: "This is her first defense tonight since winning the champion and being suspended by Olivier Georgio. Some people think the title should have been taken off her but I disagree."

JC: "For once, I agree. Titles need to be won and lost in the ring only with the champion involved. I gave her props before but she'd better hope she's ready for a fight because Baron's game face is locked-on."

::Once in the middle of the ring she stops and opens the front of her corset, one side then the other, like doors, then opens both and drops the corset aside to the catcalls of the men in the crowd. Se grins and nods, knowing they don't stand a chance, before she stands and waits for the match to start. Baron has locked on to her and Jeszika, unfazed, stares right back as her fingertips caress the title belt she carries.

Penny Lane steps forward to announce the competitors once "Define Me" fades out.::

PL: "Now it is time for the Mayhem Main Event of the evening! The following match is set for one fall and it is for the UWA World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 225 pounds...the World Player...SILVER BARON!"

::Baron steps forward and raises his arms while Nicole and Jade cheer briefly on the outside. He gets a strong reaction from the fans in the arena.::

PL: "And introducing the champion...from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at 160 pounds, she is the reigning and defending UWA World Heavyweight Champion...JESZIKA GAUTIER!"

::Jeszika moves to the center of the ring and holds the title up high with both hands as the fans explode into cheers. Baron's eyes never leave her except when they move to the belt. Placed into the hands of the referee, the official holds it up once before calling Baron and Jeszika forward. After briefly laying out the rules, they back off and he calls for the bell, bringing the match under way.::

LD: "Brief touch of the knuckles between these two, acknowledging some respect between them. Nice touch."

JC: "Don't expect that to last. Friendship doesn't count for much when gold is on the line. Aerynn can tell you all about that."

::Jeszika and Baron start things off cautiously, circling one another but staying just within reach as they tease a lock-up, briefly locking fingers before breaking apart and separating again. When they finally do engage in a collar-and-elbow, Jeszika is quick to get behind Baron and try for a hammerlock. His power advantage lets him reverse things on her but she's right back to it in moments, spinning low to get behind him again. Baron drops to his knees and takes the champion over with a fireman's carry, clamping on an armbar in the process.

Jeszika isn't on her back long, getting to a knee and twisting her way out of the hold with a flip, showing off a little athleticism and finishing with an arm wringer that for a few moments keeps Baron at a distance.::

LD: "Getting down with a little mat wrestling to start things here...nice change of pace."

JC: "Baron needs to rely on his strength, though. Wrestling-wise they look even but it's rare for him to have the power advantage. He needs to throw the champion around and knock the air out of her."

::Baron seems to be thinking the same thing. Executing a go-behind of his own, he wraps Jeszika into a waistlock and heaves her up with ease, brining her chest-first to the mat and floating over into a front facelock. After some jockeying for position, both are mostly vertical. Jeszika tries for a neckbreaker as she twists out of Baron's grip but gets shoved forward. Rebounding off the ropes, she's knocked down easily by a shoulderblock and Baron hits the ropes again.

Jeszika goes low on one run, then leapfrogs Baron on the other. She attempts a hiptoss upon his return but it's blocked, to which she responds with a high kick that catches Baron under the chin. While he's rocked she strikes with a dropkick that knocks him into the ropes.::

JC: "And quick shots like that are what the champion needs to do...not just because I like watching those legs move, either."

LD: "I knew your lecherous side would slip out eventually. But Jeszika is doing a good job here of keeping Baron from getting in too close."

JC: "Until she missed that enzuigiri right there, but she comes back with a mule kick that knocks Baron through the ropes and onto the apron!"

::A bit of frustration seems to be building in Baron. He still keeps his wits about him and avoids another kick, this time a spinning variety, from Jeszika. Baron grabs her by the hair over the top rope and yanks her toward the mat, sending her down onto her back. Some of the fans boo the tactics but Baron is ignoring that, getting back into the ring and pulling the champion up, sending her into the ropes. A crossbody attempt ends badly, with Jeszika caught and spun into a powerslam.

Baron goes for a chinlock, leaning into the hold to wear the champion down, wrenching tightly on the simple hold. Jeszika fights her way back up and tries to elbow herself free of Baron's grip, but another grip on her hair pulls her back in. Baron tries for a German suplex but the lithe Jeszika flips and lands on her feet, striking with another dropkick to the center of Baron's back. She charges him as he turns and he meets her with a knee to the midsection, following up with a snap suplex.::




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JC: "Near-fall there. Baron's got good strategy so far, if he can stick to it."

LD: "Jeszika's lack of in-ring time of late might be affecting her wind. The longer this goes, the more it might favor the challenger. That doesn't even begin to mention that all eyes are on these two right now in the locker room as well as in the crowd."

JC: "People who have both torn through and have yet to challenge these two...they're looking to swoop in like vultures to take the remains and I don't blame them a bit."

::After the near-fall, Baron strikes with a backbreaker and keeps Jeszika over his knee, one hand under her chin and another on her thigh, bending her across his own leg. The referee's right there, checking to see if the champion wants to continue and getting an affirmative every time. Baron eventually tires of Gautier's resilence and shoves her to the mat from his leg. Laying the boots to her back a time or two, he sends her into the ropes and brings her up for a Samoan drop only for Jeszika to use that momentum to swing out of his grip and bring him down with an inverted tornado DDT! She hooks the leg...




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...but Baron kicks out just before the three count. Jeszika is up just before Baron, looking for a running kick to the head. Baron ducks just in the nick, this time able to successfully pull off the German, dumping Jeszika on her neck and shoulders. He keeps the hands locked and takes her over for a second as well, really laying in the punishment before, as before, taking Jeszika across his knee and bending her spine the hard way.::

JC: "Right back to the lower spine of the champion. The Baron's obviously looking to soften her up for the Playa-Bomb."

LD: "And as long as he keeps her stationary, he takes away Jeszika's best weapon: her speed. But her tenacity is a close second."

JC: "Tenacity is only going to piss off the pimp."

::For at least a minute, Baron does his utmost to force a submission out of the champion. Unwilling to relent this time, he keeps the pressure on, forcing Jeszika to find her own way out. She does so by landing a few glancing kicks to the side of Baron's head from her bent-backwards position, stunning him enough to where she can wiggle loose. He's irriated more than hurt, though, and comes right at her.

Baron drives a boot into Jeszika's midsection and looks ready to set up for the aforementioned Playa-Bomb. The champion feels it coming and shimmies off the Baron's shoulders before he can get a proper grip, returning the favor with a hard kick of her own before spiking the challenger with a scissored DDT! She's bought herself a few seconds at best and tries to get her bearings back as a loopy challenger starts lunging her way. Using his momentum against him, Jeszika catches him in a backslide.




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By now, Baron's more than flustered. He pushes past the referee, bull-rushing the champion into the corner and driving a few shoulders into her midsection for good measure. Dragging her out by the hair, he tucks her head under his arm and brings her up and then down with a stiff impant DDT. Jeszika is almost limp as he rolls her over and hooks the far leg.::




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JC: "Barely kicked out did the champion there! After all those near-falls, I think Baron's on the pissed side, don't you?"

LD: "She definitely got under his skin, but her follow-up left something to be desired. Despite getting the shoulder up just in time, Jeszika is having trouble getting back up...and that knee to the skull didn't help!"

JC: "The challenger wants Jeszika right where she is! Looks like he's going to the high-rent district!"

::She falls more than purposely moves against the ropes as she staggers to her feet, but the effect is enough: Jeszika's shaking of the ropes as Baron was perched on high left him crotched on the turnbuckle with a look of abject discomfort on his face. Jeszika knows she has to capitalize on this and steps up onto the second rope, driving a few forearms into the jaw of the incapacitated Baron. They blast each other with a few more stiff shots before the champion tries for a hurricanrana to bring Baron down hard. He manages to block the attempt but as a result both topple hard to the outside, the referee moving to the ropes to make the count.::



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JC: "Nasty spill there. Wouldn't be surprised if Baron mussed up his pimp hand with that fall. Jeszika ain't moving too gracefully neither."

LD: "Hard to say who took the worst of it, but at least they're moving. That's a good sign."

JC: "Ramming her back-first into the barricade might change that, though. Now Baron's trying to whip her into the steps! He'd better leave time to haul her ass back into the ring!"



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::Baron has a tight grip on the champion before he sends her careening into the steel steps. Jeszika still has a trick or two up her sleeve, though, and leaps onto the steps instead of smacking into them, surprising her challenger with a moonsault press! Having driven him to the floor, she needs a moment to get back to her feet...::



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::...before she rolls back into the ring. The referee had just hit nine before Baron rolled back in as well. Jeszika is right on him, burning off her second wind quickly with a series of kicks that back Baron into the turnbuckles. He blocks the assault as best he can before finding an opening, yanking Jeszika forward and into the turnbuckles. He drills her in the back with a few forearm shots before grabbing her by the hair and smashing her face into the turnbuckle a few more times for good measure.::

LD: "Baron can just taste that gold and he's getting more relentless by the moment! After the beating these two have laid on each other, though, it's hard to say who's ahead!"

JC: "My money's on Baron right now. Just look at him. He's dominating."

::Jeszika elbows her way out of Baron's arms before a third German can compound her discomfort, but he still pulls her back in by the hair and lands a backcracker that has her arched up in pain on the mat. She's given little time to recover as Baron pulls her right back up and for the second time sets up the Playa-Bomb. Jeszika is draped back-down across his shoulders before Baron pops her off and drills her to the mat with the modified power bomb!::

JC: "Called it! Playa-Bomb for the win!"

LD: "This doesn't look good for the champion..."




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SHOULDER UP!

JC: "No way!"

LD: "Sure looked like he got all of that to me! That had to be instinct on the champion's part becuase she still looks out of it!"

::And Baron? He looks like he's seen a ghost! But he takes a deep breath and instead of lashing out, he picks the champion up for another go. He picks the champion up again, but Jeszika gets a foot hooked beneath the top rope and causes the challenger to lose his balance. She lands on the apron on the other side of the ropes and nails a forearm to the back of his head. Baron tries to drive his shoulder through the top and middle strand to knock her off but Jeszika leaps over the top rope, onto Baron's back and flips him to the mat with the Fatale-ity!::

LD: "Out of nowhere the champion hits the Fatale-ity! Baron's championship dreams might be over!"




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JC: "Not so fast! Baron knew where he was all the time!"

LD: "That's damn lucky for him...but just the same as what Jesizka herself did not a minute ago! These two are just dying to put the other away!"

::With the Baron still out of sorts, Jeszika takes her turn at a high-risk maneuver. She ascends to the top rope but gets stalled when Baron comes at her, trying to shake off the after-effects of the Fatale-ity. He gets the champion on his shoulders, walking her out for an electric chair, but Jeszika throws her weight forward and brings Baron into a pinning predicament with a victory roll!::




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JC: "Was that three?!"

LD: "Referee says it was! That was a photo finish if I've ever seen one!"

::Baron sits up in shock as Jeszika leans back against the ropes, looking to be just a little bit in awe as the belt is handed back to her and her arm is raised.::

PL: "Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...and STILL UWA World Heavyweight Champion...JESZIKA GAUTIER!"

::Jeszika drapes the belt over her shoulder and briefly ascends the turnbuckles to hold the belt up high as Baron gets to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief as "Define Me" starts up again.::

JC: "That was a hell of a match on the part of both of these two. Baron's got future World Champion written all over him and Jeszika proved that beating Aerynn Donnelly was no fluke."

LD: "I totally agree with that."