“Fight Me” by Xandria hits, and the logo flies at the screen:

We see images of the roster, performing various moves on each other and unknown opponents. The images flash past quickly, and then we are in the sold out Taco Bell Arena, panning past the fans who are holding signs such as “WOW, SHOCKINGLY LATE!”, “RICHTER DOESN'T NEED ANOTHER TITLE REIGN,” and “ENOUGH OF THIS XFW CRAP!” We then reach ringside, to see Chip Taylor, Monika Wells-Richter and Mike Castle.

CHIP: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Taco Bell Arena, Boise. Welcome to Clash of the Titans IV. I’m Chip Taylor, joined by Monika Wells-Richter, and Mike Castle.

MIKE: Howdy.

(intro talk)

LISA: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the UcW Northen Championship! This match shall be contested under UcW cage match rules, and so the only way to win is via pinfall or submission.

The opening riff to “Bleed the Freak” starts.

My cup runneth over
Like blood from a stone

The drums kick in as the first chorus begins, and Jorgensen emerges from the back. He pauses at the top of the ramp, hopping from side to side and shaking his arms loose.

These stand for me
Name your god and bleed the freak
I'd like to see
How you all would bleed for me

As the first verse begins, he takes his stroll down the ramp, not making any interaction at all with the crowd.

When the pig runs slower
Let the arrow fly
When the sin lies bolder
I'll pluck out thine eye

As the second chorus begins, Jorgensen jogs to the ring and stops right in front of it, looking up at the cage surrounding the ring itself. Visibly rolling his tongue in his mouth as he does so, before walking around the side of the ring and climbing into the cage through the doorway.

LISA: Introducing first the challenger, weighing in at 208lbs and hailing from Decatur, Illinois, he is 'The Last Hope' Kyle Jorgensen!

The crowd loudly boo at his announcement, as he tests the cage wall with his hands.

MIKE: It's not exactly fair this match is it? Last time I saw this guy he was only a manager, and now he's stuck inside a cage with someone I'm ashamed to call fellow Englishman.

MONIKA: I'm sure you'd prefer him if he wore a cap, had loose pants, and started riots wouldn't you?

MIKE: That would still be better than sitting next to you that's for sure.

MONIKA: If you want to test that cage close up you're going the right way about it.

CHIP: Guys, girls, oh forget it, will both of you stop already? We have a show to do here, let's try and be professional here, and to get back on track, Kyle has brought this on himself anyway.

The crowd pop as Beer Belly starts playing. Jax bursts through the curtain, takes a few steps and then stands, hands on hips, the UcW Northern Title strapped proudly around his waist.

LISA: And his opponent, weighing in at 250lbs, and hailing from London, England, he is the UcW Northern Champion, Jax!

MIKE: I'm sure I've played as him in Mortal Kombat.

MONIKA: Wrong Jax moron.

MIKE: Makes sense, the one in Mortal Kombat is entertaining.

Smiling Jax heads down to the ring and looks into the ring at Kyle. The two of them staring intently at each other. Kyle backs off towards the opposite corner as Jax begins climbing the steps to get into the ring.

MIKE: and look, sportsmanship from Kyle right there.

Jax places one foot through the ropes, only for Kyle to charge across the ring and kick the middle rope hard.

CHIP: You call that sportsmanship?

MIKE: I call that using your head. It takes balls to do something like that, two of the opponents to be exact.

Jax doubles over and collapses into the ring clutching his groin as Kyle shouts at the referee to call for the bell, which the referee does.

UcW NORTHERN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
PINFALL OR SUBMISSION ONLY
CAGE MATCH
JAX© vs. KYLE JORGENSON

Kyle makes a quick cover.

ONE...

Two...

TH..

Jax kicks out of the pinfall attempt.

MONIKA: He's not even taken his championship off yet.

Kyle shouts at the referee again, but stomps on Jax's head a couple of times before pulling Jax to his feet and whipping him across the ring. Jax bounces off the ropes and runs right into a hard reverse elbow from Kyle, taking Jax right back off his feet. Kyle makes another cover.

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Jax again kicks out.

CHIP: It's going to take more than that to keep Jax down.

Jax pulls himself to his feet, but Kyle is quick to whip him across the ring once again. Kyle throws a lariat at Jax, but Jax ducks it as he rushes across the ring and hits the ropes again, Kyle turns around just in time to see a returning Jax deliver a hard running clothesline. Kyle bounces hard off the ring canvas causing the crowd to cheer loudly. Kyle almost bounces back to his feet, only to be given a hard bodyslam back down by Jax.

MIKE: He's pulling the tights, or the hair, or something!

MONIKA: So what if he is?

MIKE: It's illegal!

CHIP: In a cage match? This isn't TNA.

Kyle again is back to his feet, and Jax takes him right back down with a hard standing clothesline. Kyle pulls himself up a third time and is driven hard to the canvas once again with another bodyslam, the crowd going wild at this point. Jax removes the title and jumps onto the turnbuckle, raising the title up for the fans.

MIKE: What have these fans ever done for you?

CHIP: Well one lovely lady made me a cake last year.

MIKE: That was a rhetorical question idiot.

Jax jumps back down off the turnbuckle, just as Kyle jumps up with a dropkick into Jax's back, sending him chest first into the buckle, Kyle with a quick roll up.

ONE...

TWO...

THRE...

Jax barely kicks out at the last moment.

MIKE: Kyle taking advantage of Jax's showboating to the crowd there.

MONIKA: Much as I hate to agree with the moron, he's right. You can't start showing off to the fans in a match such as this.

Jax is pulled back to his feet by Kyle as the referee managed to hand the championship out of the ring to Lisa. Kyle locks Jax in a half nelson, but is caught with to the side of his head from Jax's free arm, forcing Kyle to let go of Jax completely. Jax steps in behind Kyle and locks in a rear waistlock, turning it swiftly into a hard german suplex. Jax bridges.

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Kyle kicks out and is pulling himself up in the corner. But Jax is on him and sends him across the ring with an irish whip straight into the corner. Jax follows in fast and dives towards Kyle with a corner splash, but Kyle moves at the last minute and Jax slams his chin into the ring post.

MIKE: That's going to leave a mark.

Jax staggers out of the corner right into a harsh neckbreaker from Kyle, who is back to his feet again swiftly. He looks down at Jax for a second before turning to the corner and climbing up it.

MONIKA: Now where's he going?

CHIP: He should be making a cover.

MIKE: Don't worry, he's making sure Jax is down before taking that title, it's all in hand.

Kyle gets to the top turnbuckle, and looks out at the audience, before diving backwards to deliver a beautiful moonsault to Jax. Kyle hooks the leg.

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

But Jax gets a shoulder up.

MIKE: Are all these referee’s trainees?

Kyle stands up and stares at the referee, holding up 3 fingers. The referee responds that it was a 2 count. Kyle grabs the referee's shirt and shouts something into the ref's face before shoving him back hard, causing the referee to fall over his feet.

MIKE: You tell that ref!

CHIP: If this wasn't a cage match that would be a sure fire disqualification right there.

MIKE: Yes, but it's not, and it isn't.

Kyle turns his attention back to Jax who is starting to pull himself up with the ropes. Taking a step in Kyle brings a foot up hard right under Jax's ribcage to knock the air out of his lungs. Jax collapses back to the canvas holding his chest before getting a kick to the side of his head courtesy of Kyle, which knocks Jax onto his back.

MIKE: This is all that referee's fault, had he counted fairly he would have saved Jax this punishment.

Kyle uses the ropes for extra leverage, and stands on Jax's throat, cutting off his air completely as the referee starts a count on him, 1, 2, 3, 4... Kyle steps off and shouts something at the referee.

CHIP: He shouldn't be choking the guy, that's not playing fair.

MIKE: It's a cage match, everything is fair.

Kyle pulls Jax up to a kneeling position, and shoves Jax's neck across the middle rope before sitting on Jax's back and pulling the rope up, choking him again, and once again the referee begins counting. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... but Kyle refuses to let go.

CHIP: Now come on!

MIKE: Hey, this is all legal.

Eventually the referee pulls Kyle off of Jax, and Kyle shoves the referee again, as we clearly hear him shout "what are you going to do? disqualify me?" Kyle shoves the referee a couple more times before turning back to Jax, only to be met with a hard boot to his gut which sends him staggering back into the ropes.

CHIP: And Kyle is suddenly on the defense here.

Jax whips Kyle to the ropes hard, and on the rebound he fires Kyle up in the air with a flapjack, sending Kyle crashing face first into the steel cage, but also causing Jax to collapse himself. Kyle crashes down from the cage and lands between the ropes and the steel. Jax reaches over and grabs one of Kyle's legs to drag him out of the ropes completely, and makes a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Kickout by Kyle.

MONIKA: Close match so far.

MIKE: Only because of that referee.

Jax pulls Kyle to his feet and sends him off the ropes again, Kyle returns and is caught with a hard Spinning Spinebuster from Jax, slamming him hard into the canvas. Another cover from Jax.

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

Another kickout by Kyle.

MIKE: Kyle showing some great resilience here, refusing to stay down.

CHIP: So it would seem, and I'm impressed.

Kyle is again pulled up by Jax, who goes to lift him up for The Injax, but Kyle floats over and lands behind Jax, only to deliver a swift russian leg sweep on him, taking Jax off his feet.

MIKE: That's just the break Kyle was looking for.

Kyle lays on his back, breathing deeply as he tries to get his breath back, Jax is also shaking off the cobwebs as they both begin to stand up at the same time. Jax manages to get to his feet first and throws a punch at Kyle which connects cleanly on his chin, Kyle fires back with a punch of his own. Jax with a second punch, but followed back with a second from Kyle in retaliation. Jax throws a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, as the crowd cheers, but the cheers turn to boos as Kyle rakes Jax's eyes.

MIKE: I don't care who you are, that will stop you in your tracks.

Jax staggers back a step while holding his face, giving Kyle just enough time to deliver a swift enziguri to the side of Jax's head which knocks Jax face first into the canvas. Kyle makes a desperate cover.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout by Jax

CHIP: Jax not giving up here.

MIKE: That referee is getting slower I swear!

Kyle moves to his knees and looks up at the referee, shouting obscenities as the referee holds up two fingers. Kyle shakes his head and pulls Jax up again and goes to throw him face first into the cage. But as they approach the cage Jax puts on the breaks and grabs the cage before delivering an elbow to Kyle's stomach, and slamming Kyle into the cage wall.

CHIP: and it looks like Kyle is on dream street here.

Kyle appears out of it as Jax grabs Kyle's head and steers him towards the corner. Jax starts climbing it while keeping Kyle facing into the corner.

MONIKA: This looks like it's going to be painful.

MIKE: Someone get the referee to stop him!

Jax gets onto the top turnbuckle, and begins pulling Kyle up himself. Jax gets Kyle onto the top buckle as well, and starts to set up for The Injax.

MIKE: He can't! Not from the top rope!

Jax goes to lift up Kyle, but Kyle somehow gets a second wind about him and hooks Jax's head himself, and dives back into the middle of the ring with The Purifier.

CHIP: Dear God!

MIKE: I think his neck's broken, it has to be!

Kyle rolls over and places an arm over Jax's chest.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

The referee calls for the ball, and waves outside of the ring.

MIKE: He did it!

LISA: Here is your winner, and NEW UcW NORTHERN CHAMPION, KYLE JORGENSEN!

CHIP: The Front Line is going to be unstoppable if their night continues like this!

Kyle rolls off of Jax as the referee raises his hand, despite him still being on his back. Kyle finally pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, taking the belt from the referee once he's done so. Kyle looks at the belt before smiling and raising it up in the air. As the rest of the Front Line head down the ramp, we cut to commercial.

We find ourselves backstage, following the man who is – at the moment – the World Wrestling Champion. Maybon fiddles idly with his bandages as he walks down the corridor, pushing into Bill Masters’ office without even knocking… and pulls up short when he sees all three of his challengers in there too.

MASTERS: Ah, about time. I was worried you weren’t going to bother showing up.

MAYBON: What do you want, Bill? I have a match to prepare for.

He eyes the other men at this last. Allen and Parker are at opposite ends of the room, and Vant glares daggers at his cigarette smoking enemy.

MASTERS: Well, I’ve summoned you all here for a purpose.

Cameron takes a step forward.

CAMERON: Nobody summons Max Cameron.

MASTERS: Then it pleases me to be the first. I wanted to go over the concept for tonight’s Main Event.

DAVIS: I think we get it, dick sucker. It’s an Elimination Match. You’ve kinda been advertising it non-stop for more weeks than you originally planned.

MASTERS: Well, I wanted to let you know, for 100%, that you can be eliminated by pinfall, submission, disqualification and countout.

Maybon smiles.

MASTERS: Oh, and… “Champ?” If you were thinking about getting yourself intentionally disqualified or counted out, know this. The title WILL go to the last man standing, no matter what manner his opponents are eliminated in. So if you’re gone, the title’s gone too. Capice?

Maybon snarls THE GAME.

MASTERS: Good, now get out of here, all of you. I have things to prepare.

The scene returns to the ring as "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown is playing as Southern Comfort Enters the ring, jaw jacking across the ring with the Unholy Alliance members. The Suicide Skate Squad Talk strategy in their corner as “Into the Blinding Light” by Thursday hits. After the explosive intro leads into the first verse, The Reformed make their way out to the ring. No lights dim. No lights bathe the crowd. No spotlights shine towards the stage. No strobes. No lasers. No effects. Nothing. Wright and Pike simultaneously raise their hands in the air.

We stare into the blinding light
to see whats between us
it's red and it's white
like lies, like lipstick on last-look good-byes
the substance assimilating

As the chorus starts up, the two powerwalk down the ramp and slide in underneath the ropes.

LISA: And finally, at a combined weight of 496 pounds, the tag team of Christopher Wright and Princeton Pike, representing the FRONT LINE… THE REFORMED!

Each of them climb up to the top of diagonally opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms again. They then get down and prep themselves up in their corner, discussing strategy.

CHIP: Big four way dance here tonight and one of these teams will emerge as the next contenders and the first match signed for UcW’s Next Pay Per View, we can now confirm it will be MEGA BATTLE 2010!

MIKE: So the winners of this get old father time and his sidekick Dicky Doo? So, the winners of this match will be our next tag team champions is what you’re saying?

MONIKA: Pretty Much.

The referee calls all four teams to the center of the ring and gives them instructions. He pulls out a coin and assigns each team a symbol. He flips the coin and reveals it to be heads, indicating that The Suicide Skate Squad and The Reformed will begin this match.

CHIP: So it’ll be Adrian Thomas for the SSS and Princeton Pike for the Reformed kicking off this match.

MIKE: My monies on Pike and Wright in this one.

CHIP: What do you mean? You’re not pulling for Wasley & Prana?

MIKE: Sure I am. My monies just on Pike and Wright though.

NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH
THE REFORMED vs. SUICIDE SKATE SQUAD vs. UNHOLY ALLIANCE vs. SOUTHERN COMFORT

The referee calls for the bell and Adrian and Pike begin to circle one another. They lock up in a collar and elbow but Pike quickly takes him over with an arm drag. Adrian pops back to his feet and Pike quickly takes him back down with a double chop to the chest. Adrian pops back up again clutching his chest and this time Pike leaps and nails Adrian in the kisser with a rolling wheel kick! Pike immediately pulls Adrian up and turns him out with an arm wringer. He backs into his own corner, making the tag to big Chris Wright. Wright comes in an slams down a double axe smash into the shoulder of Adrian, driving him to a knee. Wright pulls Adrian up by the hair and immediately scoops him off his feet with ease and slams him with authority to the mat. Adrian arches his back in pain as Chad reaches out for the tag, trying to will his partner.

CHIP: Wright and Pike looking sharp here thus far.

MIKE: I told ya. My monies safe.

MONIKA: Yeah, cause you ALWAYS make good business decisions

Wright pulls Adrian up again by the hair, and yells at the referee to backoff as he gave him the warning about pulling the hair. Wright sticks his head under Adrian’s arm, and lifts him off his feet, pauses a moment and then suddenly running SLAMS Adrian into the Reformed corner. Pike holds his arms up showing he’s not interfering as Wright drives repeated shoulder thrusts into the gut of Adrian. Wright finally pulls Adrian out of the corner in a front face lock, and lifts Adrian off the mat, resting Adrian’s feet on the top ropes, so that the youngster is parallel with the mat. Pike tags in and measures, throwing a running kick [that snaps around the arena] into the gut of Adrian as Wright nails a suspended DDT!

MONIKA: OH, damn!!

CHIP: My sentiments exactly.

MIKE: See, Money in the Bank.

CHIP: I don’t think we can say that.

MIKE: They can’t own the sentence!

CHIP: I think they do!

Pike stomps on the back of Adrian’s shoulder which causes a loud yelp of pain from the youngster. Suddenly Pike takes off for the ropes, bounces into them, and receives a loud tag from the outside from J Wasley. Pike puts on the brakes and looks back at Wasley as he enters the ring, motioning for Pike to get out of the ring, which the referee quickly hops on himself, acknowledging the tag and telling him to get out. Wasley smiles and immediately slides in looking for the cover on Adrian, but the referee doesn’t even see it before Chad comes in nailing a low dropkick to the kisser of Wasley. J rises holding his face and eats a boot to the gut by Chad, who quickly nails a leg lever takedown! Chad rolls out of the ring as the fans cheer the quick move. Satisfied, the referee turns back to the action and not knowing what happened, begins a count on both men.

CHIP: Chad with a thunderous take down on Wasley has left the referee to count down both men!

MIKE: Back to square one here, anyone’s ballgame.

Both men break the count at 8, each having made their feet. They start exchanging blows, and just as Adrian looks to be getting the better of the exchange, J throws a knee into his gut, stopping him dead. Wasley whips Adrian into the Alliance corner and he crashes in, chest first, and stumbles out backwards, getting caught by Wasley with a falling Reverse DDT! J quickly covers…

…ONE…

CHIP: Broken up quickly by Chad with a boot to the back of the head.

Wasley stares in annoyance towards the SSS corner as Prana Devil tags himself in!. Wasley turns around in surprise towards his corner and asks “What are you doing? I thought we talked about this?” Prana makes a gesture as if to say “relax, I got this.” Prana enters the ring and takes a moment to flex his muscles for the crowd. He’s met with a chilly response. Prana pulls Adrian up and immediately lifts him overhead with a power lift, showing off his strength for the crowd.

CHIP: Big Time Power Display here…

MIKE: I dunno, the guys like buck fifty soaking wet…

MONIKA: I’d like to see you do it.

MIKE: You standing up for Prana now? Trading in Jonny already? Dammit. I had next week in the pool!

Prana suddenly tosses Adrian chest first down on the turnbuckle! Adrian is suspended over the ropes as Prana takes a step back, grips the top rope and unloads a stiff kick to the mid section to Adrian. The youngster collapses to the mat as Prana smiles. Prana walks around Adrian before pulling him back up to his feet by his hair. He pulls Adrian out to the middle of the ring and then sends him hard into the corner… of the Skate Squad!

CHIP: OH! Miscalculation on the part of Prana!

MIKE: No, that was just dumb!

Adrian crashes into the corner and Prana starts charging in, full head of steam! Chad makes the tag off his partner and springs to the top ropes, sailing through the air with a double boot dropkick to the kisser of Prana! The crowd pops as the big man teeters, but doesn’t go down. Chad springs to his feet, briefly looking at Prana, then taking off for the ropes. He rebounds and charges towards Prana and leaps, nailing a spinning heel kick to the kisser of Prana! The big man stumbles back again, but still doesn’t go down. Chad bounces off the ropes again and this time hits a running soccer style kick to the left knee of Prana. The blow garners the desired effect and Prana drops to one knee and Chad leaps off that knee nailing a step up Enziguri!

CHIP: Modified KICKFLIP and Prana’s down! Face first!

Chad quickly makes his feet and takes off for the ropes again, blind tag from Pike, and Chad drops a leg drop across the back of Prana’s neck! Chad quickly jumps up and spins to see who tagged him, but only to get caught with an “Ace in the Hole” from Pike!

CHIP: OHH! Leaping Reverse STO he calls the Ace in the Hole!

MONIKA: Tremendous Impact there!

The Impact rolls Chad from the ring and Pike immediately focuses his attention on Prana. Suddenly Pike turns and crashes into Wasley full tilt with a double forearm cross check, knocking the man off the apron and into the steel barricade! Pike cracks his neck and turns to look at Southern Comfort standing on the apron.

CHIP: Pike staring a hole through James and Kenneth, but he needs to tread carefully as both those men are fresh.

Pike turns his focus back to Prana and starts stomping down on the big man. Prana however pushes through and rises to his hands and knees. Pike steps back and nails a two step kick to the belly of Prana. The blow rolls Prana onto his back, holding his gut and kicking his feet in pain.

MONIKA: That sounded like it hurt. Is… is he crying?

MIKE: Looks like it.

Prana rolls to a knee, wiping away his tears as Pike stalks him from behind. As Prana rises, Pike steps in from behind, looking for the Cold-Blooded Murder, but a stray elbow catches him in the mush, breaking up his attempt. Pike stumbles back holding his now bloody mouth as Prana turns and Pike charges forward and leaps for a double knee facebreaker, but Prana catches him in mid-flight and counters with a very sloppy looking falling bodyslam, that causes Pike to land awkwardly on his neck. The crowd is immediately all over him…

CROWD: YOU-FUCKED-UP! YOU-FUCKED-UP! YOU-FUCKED-UP! YOU-FUCKED-UP! YOU-FUCKED-UP!

Pike lays on the mat, holding his neck as the referee is quick to check on him. Prana rises, not really sure of what to do. Suddenly Wright comes in like a ball of fire and double leg tackles Prana and starts feeding the closed fist shots to the head of Prana. Referees and officials come out from the back to check on Pike.

CHIP: It looks like Pike might be injured.

MIKE: What do you expect when that fat bastard drops the man on his head?

Kenneth and James look down at Pike and Kenneth whispers to James who nods. Kenneth reaches down and tags himself in off of Pike. James and Kenneth enter the ring as Wright rises up off of Prana. Suddenly Southern Comfort strike, nailing a double back brain kick to Wright! The big man stumbles forward and slowly turns, clearly dazed. Suddenly James and Kenneth charge from a three point stance and nail stereo double shoulder blocks, knocking Wright from the ring! The crowd pops as James and Kenneth pop to their feet! Kenneth goes straight towards the ropes and climbs to the top. James signals for Prana to rise…

MIKE: There’s no one to stop this… everyone’s out!

As Prana turns, he walks right into James’ Collateral Damage! Followed quickly by Kenneth hitting a top rope corkscrew moonsault! Kenneth covers as James stands guard…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!!!

LISA: The winners of this match and NEW Number One Contenders… Southern Comfort!!!

CHIP: Southern Comfort pick their spot tonight and are now number one contenders!

MIKE: But maybe the bigger story here is, is Chris Pike alright after that fat bastard botched that slam.

MONIKA: I figured you’d be more concerned about losing your little bet.

MIKE: Awe crap, I forgot about that!

We return from commercial to see Scavenger already in the ring, cradling a chair.

CHIP: And we’re back, ready for our next match up on Clash of the Titans.

MIKE: And it’s an XFW guy against a CWA guy. What company is this again?

CHIP: It’s UcW, and while they’re here, old allegiances are over. They’re both UcW guys.

MIKE: Yeah, whatever.

The drums of Charisma by WASP kick in and the guitars start in as Wishmaster appears from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face. He pauses in the entranceway and surveys the ring and audience before beginning to slowly walk towards the ring.

LISA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring… SCAVENGER.

MONIKA: Hmm, concise and to the point. Unlike these entrances XFW morons insist on having.

MIKE: Hey, I just thought; if Scavenger wins tonight, what music are they going to play?

CHIP: Behave, both of you.

I've a breath in minds of men
With the lies I breath
No man's ever ruled the world
Not knowing the curse of me
I'm some of the seven sins
Vanity in the lust of men
I'm the Alpha - Omega man
I'll show you who I am
Hypnotic charm, mesmerizing face
My soul has a dark embrace
A magic tongue, I'll seduce you all
Till I'm your king
till ya know my

LISA: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown… WISHMASTER!

CHIP: Wishmaster on something of an undefeated streak since he debut a few shows back.

MIKE: That’s just what XFW does for you.

MONIKA: HA! It’s only because he hasn’t come up against anyone from ELITE yet.

Wishmaster stops in front of the ring and as the chorus kicks in he faces the ceiling and flicks both arms out to the side before raising them slowly to just below shoulder level, before turning and walking around the ringside area, making comments to various fans as he does so before sliding into the ring.

Charisma - do you know my name
I'm the God that you pray
When you worship my name
Charisma - are you idolizing me?
I'm a dangerous thing
Your new messiah's me

Wishmaster stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms above his head, with his first and second fingers of each hand pointing back to him as he mouths something to himself.

I'm a liar blinding your vision
Vatican Man
Preaching fear and using religion
With the bible and Koran

Wishmaster walks back to the corner of the ring and warms himself up in the corner while waiting for the match to start.

SINGLES MATCH
SCAVENGER vs. WISHMASTER

As soon as the bell rings, Scavenger throws himself at Wishmaster, fists and feet flying. Wishy tries to defend himself, but gets pushed up against the turnbuckle. He shoves Scavenger back, who tumbles over backwards before coming right back to his feet and racing in the drive a knee into Wishmaster’s breadbasket, doubling him over. Scavenger grabs a handful of hair, hauling Wishmaster into the middle of the ring before driving a European uppercut into his jaw. Wishmaster staggers back, and Scavenger unloads a knife-edge chop.

CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

MONIKA: Wow, Scavenger’s certainly had more offense than the last match he was in. Guess you’re “XFW guy” isn’t as great as you thought, huh Castle?

Irish whip from Scavanger sends Wishmaster across the ring, rebounding from the ropes and into a deep backbody drop. He lands rump first, before scrambling to his feet, only for Scavenger to connect with a crossbody. Cover by Scavenger:

ONE

TW—Kickout by Wishmaster.

Scavenger hauls Wishy to his feet, slapping on a rear waist-lock and shooting him over with a German suplex, bridge for the pin:

ONE

TWO---another kickout by Wishmaster.

CHIP: This is a more dominant side of Scavenger than we’ve seen recently.

MONIKA: He could well be the man to beat Wishmaster.

MIKE: Ha, never!

Again, Scavenger hauls Wishmaster to a vertical base, keeping him off balance with punches. He whips him across the ring again, ducking for another backbody… but Wishmaster pulls up short, kicking Scavenger in the face. Scavenger somersaults over backwards from the blow, landing on his belly.

CHIP: Scavenger went to the well one too many times there.

MIKE: Did you see that kick? That’s one more; one move!

As Scavenger starts to pull himself to his hands and knees, Wishmaster rebounds off the ropes, aiming an Orton-style punt at his temple. He then scrambles in for a cover:

ONE

TWO:

MIKE: Two moves, and that’s all she wrote!

THRE---NO! Kickout by Scavenger.

MONIKA: No. Scavenger has taken too many chair shots to the head for those kicks to put him away just yet.

CHIP: Are you rooting for Scavenger?

MONIKA: I’m rooting for anyone who wasn’t in XFW.

This time, it’s Wishmaster who hauls his opponent to his feet, aiming some precision kicks to his gut and doubling him over, wheezing for breath, before spiking him with a DDT. He shoots the half, into a cover:

ONE

TW---kickout out Scavenger.

Wishmaster pulls him to his feet, aiming some more of those kicks at his opponent. Irish whip by Wishy, sending Scanvenger across the ring… to grab a hold of the ropes to stop himself. He turns back, but Wishmaster is already rushing him, grabbing his hair and soaring over the ropes with a VANITY. He presents himself to the crowd outside smugly, some booing him and some taking up the “XFW” chant that’s echoing through the arena.

MIKE: Those three little letters. They make my heart sing.

MONIKA: So why don’t you bugger off and re-start it? Oh yeah, because it’d only last five minutes, that’s why.

He slides back into the ring to see Scavenger is just coming to his feet. Wishy takes to the skies, driving a jumping heel kick into his mush, before scrambling for a cover:

ONE

TWO

THR---NO! Kickout again by Scavenger.

MIKE: Oooh, so close.

Wishmaster drags his opponent to his feet… only for Scavenger to jam a thumb into his eyes. He doesn’t even bother to listen to the official’s admonishment, rolling out of the ring.

MIKE: Hey, is he running away?

CHIP: I don’t think so. Look!

Outside the ring, Scavenger grabs one of the many chairs he brought back down. He slides back into the ring.

MONIKA: Yeah, do it!

MIKE: No, what are you playing at Scavenger?

MONIKA: He’s being XTREME!

The referee shouts at Scavenger to drop the chair, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. He reams back, ready to swing the chair… and the official grabs hold of it, dragging it from his grip.

MONIKA: Boo. Sucky referee.

MIKE: No, he’s doing his job perfectly.

The referee heads over to remove the chair from the ring, Scavenger following him and arguing. Scavenger turns around… into BLUE MIST. Wishmaster dives instantly onto him, and the referee turns to see the cover:

ONE

TWO

THREE. The referee calls for the bell.

MIKE: Yes, what a win, what a victory. Wishmaster continues his drive to the top over one of CWA’s best.

CHIP: And I’m sure that Blue Mist didn’t hurt.

MONIKA: How come the referee didn’t see that? Did you bribe another official, Castle?

MIKE: Why would I need to? XFW wrestlers are unstoppable.

MONIKA: It’s not Lee Stevens, ok!?

MIKE: How can you be so sure? Why would Parker say it?

CHIP: Come on guys, consider our friend Dale’s feelings here.

MONIKA: …

MIKE: …

CHIP: Fine. My friend Dale. Anyway we got another huge match on the way folks as we will find out who will be the Number One Contender for the Superstar Title, or whatever kinda title it will become after tonight’s match.

MONIKA: Jackass title?

MIKE: Spoilt bitch title?

MONIKA: You what!?

CHIP: Jesus.

LISA: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine the next contender for the UcW Superstar Title!

The crowd pops.

LISA: Introducing first…

“The Stone” by Ashes Divide hits

As the intro draws itself out, the crowd awaits. No lights dim. No lights bathe the crowd. No spotlights shine towards the stage. No strobes. No lasers. No effects. Nothing. Then, as the first verse starts up, “The Beacon” Carling McMasterson makes his way through the curtains. He pauses as he stares at the crowd with a cold, emotionless expression.

I've been pushing stones away far from these shores
I pretend that it's all ok
Til on the brink of what can't be adored

LISA: …making his way to the ring…from Marina Del Ray, California…weighing in at 192lbs…‘The Beacon’…CARLING…MCMASTERSON!!!

As the chorus starts up, he makes his way down the ramp. He stops at the steps, bouncing back and forth.

We survive
Well we can change
So let it fade
Just let it go
We pretend so nothing does change
We're flowers never breaking through the stone.

Carling jogs up the steps and makes his way through the ropes. He crouches in his corner and awaits the start of his match. Boos have been echoing throughout his entrance.

CHIP: The crowd making themselves heard, jeering this young man, he’s not too popular in these parts.

MIKE: Why? Huh? Just because he is associated with XFW legends? Makes me sick, these people should wake up.

MONIKA: Um…no actually. It’s because of the role he has been playing in the Front Line’s recent assault on Jax and Stoner, two mega favourites here, actually.

CHIP: Spot on Monika. And Stoner gets the chance for some payback tonight.

LISA: Introducing next…

Stoner’s personal fog machine he bought and brought to the show kicks on, shedding a cloak of smoke over the area. Stoner comes charging out!

CHIP: Hold up!

He sprints down the ramp and slides in underneath the bottom rope into the ring. Carling is ready and beckons Stoner to bring it on. Lisa makes a quick escape from the ring. Stoner runs at Carling and attempts a clothesline, Carling ducks, Stoner rebounds off the ropes and connects with a huge clothesline to Carling. The crowd roar and many are on their feet as Stoner circles the ring pounding his chest. The bell rings.

MIKE: This match is underway but aren’t we missing someone!?

CHIP: You’re right Mike. Jake DiNozzo. But it seems as if Stoner and Carling aren’t waiting around.

SUPERSTAR CONTENDER
TRIPLE THREAT
DAVID HILM vs. CARLING MCMASTERSON vs. JAKE DINOZZO

Stoner lifts Carling and hits a couple of elbow strikes, backing him up to the ropes. He then whips Carling to the opposite ropes and waits in the middle. When Carling heads back, Stoner meets him with a perfect dropkick which sends Carling tumbling out of the ring. The crowd once again go mad for Stoner who walks over to the ropes and stands on the second one, leaning over, beckoning for The Beacon to get up.

The lights cut out and the sound system hisses with static. There is an ominous laugh, echoing from the speakers, before a voice emanates; ‘Violence… is a way of life!’ Then “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed blares out of the PA, and the lights flash back into life.

Bring the violence,
It’s significant,
To the life if you ever known anyone,
Bring the violence,
It’s significant
To the life, can you feel it,
Ow ow-ow!

As the words pour out, “Violence” Jake pushes aside the curtain and sprints towards the ring.

CHIP: Man, I could get used to these short entrances!!!

He heads down the ramp, aiming for Carling and lands a big stomp on his back. Jake then drags him up by the hair and chucks Carling into the ring where Stoner now lands some stomps. Jake steps up onto the apron where he is met by an elbow strike attempt by Stoner. Jake ducks however and drops Stoner into a guillotine. Stoner throws his body back and lands in the centre of the ring. Carling who has got back his whereabouts, goes for a cheeky cover.

ONE…

Kickout by Stoner.

MIKE: Quite the opportunist. Carling would make a great champion.

MONIKA: Yeah but Jake was trained by J-Vo. A champ in the making there.

CHIP: Yeah well Stoner……ah who am I kidding? He’s a goofball but we love him here. The fans would love to see a belt around his waist.

Jake slides into the ring and squares up to Carling. Jake is just about to land a punch on Carling when they turn to face Stoner who charges them both down with a double clothesline. Both men rise to their feet quickly and duck the next double clothesline attempt from Stoner. Stoner rebounds off the ropes only to be thrown via a double monkey toss by his two opponents. Jake and Carling then hit a elbow and a leg drop respectively on Stoner. Both men rise and look down at Hilm, then look at each other and begin to trade blows. After some hard hitting, Jake manages a knee to the gut of Carling, then lifts him into a stalling suplex. He slowly rotates in the centre of the ring before dropping Carling to the mat. Jake rises and immediately is met with a spear from Stoner. Stoner stays on top of his man and starts to pummel him with his fists.

CHIP: Stoner is like a man possessed tonight!

MONIKA: Better possessed than baked.

MIKE: He’s probably both.

Carling storms over and grapples Stoner from behind, then lifts him into a german suplex, planting him perfectly. No bridge as Carling gets up to his feet and then drags Stoner to his. Standing behind Stoner and holding his arms behind his back, Carling beckons Jake to unleash some punches on Stoner. Jake smiles and struts over, accepting the offer. Right hand to Stoner’s face. Then a left. Then a jab to the stomach. Then a humiliating slap to Stoner’s jaw. The crowd are booing, incensed.

CHIP: Ah come on! This ain’t wrestling! This is schoolyard bullying!

MIKE: Were you bullied at school Chip?

MONIKA: I guess, with a name like Chip.

CHIP: Hey, who’s side are you on?

Stoner grits his teeth, he has had enough. Jake lunges forward again but Stoner, using Carling’s body as leverage, lifts both legs and boots Jake right in the chest and uses it to push off and back onto Carling. Jake goes tumbling down and Stoner rolls up Carling into a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Kickout by Carling.

Stoner is the first to his feet. He heads over to Jake and boots him in the stomach a couple of times. Carling has regained his balance and launches himself at Stoner. Stoner sees him coming however and ducks, lifting Carling and driving him with a samoan drop onto Jake!

MIKE: Ooo!

Jake winces in pain as Carling is strewn across him. Stoner climbs to the top turnbuckle and motions to the crowd. They cheer as he stands on the top turnbuckle, arms spread wide like wings.

CHIP: This freebird is gonna fly!

MIKE: Nice one.

Stoner leaps off the top but Carling rolls off Jake, leaving Jake to take the full brunt. Stoner lands square on Jake with a body splash.

ONE…

TWO…

Carling boots Stoner in the head to break up the count. He then dumps him with a backdrop, leaving Stoner sprawling, clutching at his back. Carling focuses on Jake now. He drops an elbow. Rises and then drops another. Rises again but Jake rolls out of the way of the third. When Carling lands on the mat, Jake shifts his body round and locks in a camel clutch. Carling begins to reach for the ropes but he is about half a metre away. Jake looks as if he’s growling, the intensity on his face evident as he tries to make Carling tap.

CHIP: Carling is in trouble here. Just not close enough to those ropes. The look on Jake’s face is truly terrifying.

MONIKA: He’s kinda hunky.

MIKE: Aren’t you married?

MONIKA: Geez, I only said hunky.

CHIP: Such a 90’s word that, who says hunky anymore?

MIKE: Stop saying hunky!

Stoner gets to his feet and see Carling’s arms flail with desperation. He jogs over, crouches down behind Jake and locks him in a sleeper hold!

MIKE: What is that muppet doing!?

MONIKA: I don’t know but Jake is left with a difficult decision now!

Jake grits his teeth, trying in vain to make Carling tap but struggling to shake Stoner off. Jake releases his hold of Carling and jabs a few back elbows into Stoner’s gut. Stoner won’t let go however and the two get to their feet and Jake goes for a massive spinning back elbow to Stoner’s head. Stoner ducks it, grapples Jake and pulls off a belly to belly suplex. He heads over to Carling and drags him up. Stoner pounds him with a few elbow strikes so he backs up to the ropes, he then whips Carling off. Carling leaps over Jake’s laying body and rebounds off the ropes. Stoner leapfrogs and Carling ducks, heading towards the ropes again. This time Stoner lays down, Carling skips over him but is met by a beautiful dropkick from the recovered Jake.

CHIP: There’s not much to choose between these three athletes at the moment. This is a hard match to call!

MIKE: That’s why I’m here. Mike’s tip…Jake DiNozzo.

MONIKA: You’ve changed your tune. Did you just imagine that Jake wrestled in XFW or something?

CHIP: He did.

MONIKA: Crap.

MIKE: Ha.

Stoner gets up to his knees but only to be met with a vicious enziguri from Jake.

CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOO!!!

MONIKA: Ouch!

Jake goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

NO! Kickout by Stoner.

CHIP: Phew.

MIKE: Hey!

CHIP: Screw you. Come on UcW!!!

Stoner is barely moving even though he managed to kickout. The predator-like Jake hoists Stoner up and delivers a lightning fast snap suplex. Carling is back on his feet and hits Jake with a clothesline barely a second after Jake had risen to his feet. Jake is straight back up though and launches himself at Carling. Carling ducks the clothesline but clinches Jake and throws him with a t-bone suplex over to the corner. Both Stoner and Jake are down and Carling circles the ring now, looking out towards the crowd, who make their feelings very clear.

MIKE: My, my, these people are animals.

MONIKA: They pay their money Mike they can say what they like.

CHIP: And I happen to agree with them…

CROWD: ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!! ASSHOLE!!!

Carling smiles and cups his hand to his ear, lapping it up. Jake is nearly up to his feet but Carling stomps him back down into the corner and then continues to deliver boots to the chest of Jake. He hauls Jake up and perches him on the top turnbuckle, Carling then delivers a few strikes to the dazed DiNozzo. Carling steps up onto the ropes now, locking Jake in with a suplex hold. Both men climb the turnbuckle until they are both standing on the top rope when, out of nowhere, Stoner springs up onto the second rope are thumps Carling on the back. Carling releases the hold and Stoner ducks his head between Carling’s legs, balancing the Front Line member on his shoulders. Jake pushes a ‘V’ with his fingers into Carling’s face and flies with a flipping neckbreaker as Stoner falls back, landing Carling hard on the canvas!

MONIKA: Woah!

CHIP: Great teamwork by Stoner and Jake there but who will get the cover?

Jake is the first to his feet, clutching at his back and falls onto Carling…

ONE…

TWO…

THR…

NO!

Stoner just about breaks the count, for a second it didn’t look like he would make it in time. He drags Jake off of Carling and then goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

Jake drags Stoner off now and goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

Stoner pulls Jake off of Carling and the two square up in the centre of the ring.

DINOZZO: Hey!!! You had your chance!!! This is my shot!!!

Jake shoves Stoner hard in the chest. Stoner backs up a few steps and then slaps Jake hard in the face. Jake grasps his jaw and the two lock up in the middle. Stoner is winning the battle of strength but Jake trips his opponent, still clutching his arm he locks in a mahistrol cradle.

ONE…

TWO…Kickout by Stoner.

Stoner is back up to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt from Jake, Stoner delivers a knee to the gut and whips Jake towards the ropes. Jake holds on to the ropes but Stoner anticipated this and hit’s a clothesline that sends both men over the top rope, crashing to the outside in front of our commentary team.

MIKE: Ow! That idiot Stoner clipped my foot. We need to get a bigger table so I can get my legs under.

Jake is first to his feet and holding Stoner by the hair, he runs him into the turnbuckle post. Stoner collapses and struggles to get to his feet. Jake helps him up but Stoner breaks the hold and the two begin to trade blows when they both look up…

MONIKA: Holy crap!!!

…when Carling comes flying from the top turnbuckle and lands a flip splash onto both men, sending all three to the ground with a sickening thud!

CROWD: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

CHIP: Amazing hang time there from McMasterson he just blew this match wide open once again, although it looks as if he has done as much damage to himself as well!

MIKE: You know he missed me by inches.

CHIP: Oh give it a rest.

Little life can be seen by the three men. A few arms begin to move. Carling is the first to stir. He is up on his knees as now is Jake. Carling lands a strike and Jake goes back down. Carling clutches at the back of his head and he pulls Stoner up slowly. Stoner tries in vain to get some meaningful punches into Carling’s stomach but his arms just flop down.

MIKE: Stoner is hurt bad. He’s gonna need a lot of pot to make that pain go away.

MONIKA: How much do I need to make you go away?

Carling rams Stoner’s head onto the apron. Stoner looks dazed, struggling to stand. Jake is up now and lands a thump on Carling’s back. Carling replies with an elbow to Jake’s head. Carling rolls Stoner in as Jake backs up. Carling climbs up and through the ropes and goes for a cover on Stoner, Jake is still outside.

ONE…

CHIP: This could be all for Stoner.

TWO…

THR……!!! NO!!!

Stoner just gets the arm up, much to Carling’s frustration. He pounds the mat with his fist and rises to his feet, looking down on Stoner with malice. He looks around at the crowd and makes a cut-throat gesture. Stoner is beginning to rise, Carling helps him the rest of the way, he then whips him to the ropes, boots him in the gut and pulls off THE BLACKOUT!!!

CHIP: Oh my. Stoner’s done for.

Carling looks around for Jake but can’t see him so he goes for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

A shadow flies through the air.

THR………………..NO!!!

MIKE: Where the crap did he comes from?

Jake leapt from the top turnbuckle and delivered a brutal frog splash to both men, breaking the count. Carling didn’t see Jake on the top turnbuckle behind him. Carling rolls off Stoner holding his stomach, in some pain. Stoner is still lifeless on the ground. Cocky Jake, rolls up to his feet and sees both men down. He rubs his hands, deciding which one to go for. Seeing Carling winded over by the corner he heads for Stoner and drops for a cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR…!!!

Kickout again by Stoner!

MONIKA: How is Stoner still alive!?

CHIP: Beats me but he has a lot of work to do to recover from this.

Jake thrusts three fingers into the ref’s face in frustration. He snaps and locks in a choke hold on Stoner. It looks semi-legal but the ref is allowing it to go on. Carling is still down and Stoner is now waving his arms about in desperation.

MIKE: Stoner has to go now surely. Jake won’t relinquish this hold.

Stoner’s arms are moving slower and slower. The crowd are deafening, begging him not to give up. The ref lifts Stoner’s arm. It drops to the mat.

ONE!!!

He lifts it again, it drops to the mat.

TWO!!!

He lifts it again…

MIKE: One more and we have a new number one contender!

…it drops…and remains steady an inch above the mat!

CHIP: There’s life in the man yet!

The crowd roar as Stoner clenches his fist. Jake looks amazed and Stoner begins to struggle like a wild animal. He gets to his knees. Jake is having difficulty containing him. He gets one leg up and elbows Jake in the gut. And again. And again. And again until Jake breaks the hold. Carling is up to his hands and knees now. Stoner runs Jake down with a hard clothesline. Jake is up but finds himself knocked down with another vicious clothesline. The crowd are roaring as Stoner takes Jake apart. He grabs Jake and whips him to the ropes but Jake reverses it. Stoner holds onto the ropes, Jake charges at him, leaping over Carling in the process but Stoner ducks and lifts him over onto the apron. He strikes Jake hard with his elbow, backs up to the ropes, runs, uses Carling as springboard and hits THE DROPKICK OF DOOM to Jake!

CHIP: Wow! Incredible improvisation by Stoner!

The force of the kick sends Jake flying from the apron to the cold, hard ground where he rolls a couple of times. Stoner is up to his feet and throws both arms up into the air and the crowd respond with a huge cheer until Carling rolls Stoner up with a schoolboy!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

The crowd go silent as the ref calls for the bell.

CHIP: What!?

MONIKA: Carling did it!

MIKE: What a steal!

CHIP: Wait! What!? No way!

Stoner is already up to his feet, a look of sheer confusion and heartbreak on his face.

LISA: Ladies and Gentlemen…your winner…and the NEW Number One Contender for the UcW Superstar Title…‘The Beacon’…Carling…McMasterson!!!

The crowd go nuts, booing loudly as Carling clutches his head and produces a surprised yet evil smile. He rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, passing the laying body of Jake.

CHIP: I can’t believe it. Stoner was on the verge of putting this match to bed and once again his dream has been shattered.

Stoner heads over to the nearest turnbuckle and leans on it, facing out to the crowd who are on their feet applauding him. He is visibly distraught, looking around at the crowd, not acknowledging them. Then out of nowhere, Stoner grabs the top rope and starts to viciously shake it.

MIKE: Ah boo hoo. Get out of the ring, chump.

Stoner shakes his head in disappointment and slowly leaves the ring. He walks up the ramp looking down, his hands on his head. Fans lean forward and pat him on the back but again Stoner doesn’t respond. He disappears through the curtain.

MONIKA: That was sad.

CHIP: Agreed. I hope Mr Hilm can pull himself together and get back into this ring and start winning matches again like we know he can. The people here love him to bits.

MIKE: Hey, this match was about Carling. The Front Line now have another title shot to their name and this impressive youngster could go all the way. People like Carling are the future.

CHIP: Well whatever the future holds, I’m sure Carling, Stoner or Jake will all meet again. This was an extraordinary contest.

CHIP: Well, it think it’s safe to say that this next match has been years in the making…

MONIKA: You’re assuming Jason Violent’s even going to show up here tonight.

MIKE: He will – he’s an ex-XFWer! He’ll be here and he’ll have one of the best matches on the whole show.

CHIP: To say that ‘Synnfully’ Chris Cardinelli and Jason Violent have a history is putting it mildly. These two were once best friends, tag team partners, until Jason turned on Cardinelli and put him in hospital for over three years.

MIKE: In a great XFW match, no less!

CHIP: As a result of that, Cardinelli has become obsessed with getting payback on Jason Violent, allying with his former protégé, turning his sister against him, doing everything he can to make his life a living hell. Tonight he gets the chance to do just that as the two meet for the first time since…

MONIKA: Since what?

MIKE: Since XFW, that’s what! It was a shame these two didn’t get to settle their differences in an XFW ring, but XFW’s loss is UcW’s gain. And I for one can’t wait for this to get started!

The lights dim down and static plays through the speakers, slowly turning into a series of synthy-guitar notes. At the 21 second, the drums and riff start and the ramp is bathed in white strobe. As the fans begin booing, the white-clad figure of ‘Synnfully’ Chris Cardinelli walks out from the back, grinning smugly to himself, flanked by an equally smug looking Jen Sensation. He pauses at the top of the ramp, hands on hips, surveying the jeering fans then, as the lyrics hit, he pumps his arms in the air to applause from Jen, then begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring.

Is this what you wanted?
This is what you get.
Turned all your lives into this shit.
You never accepted or treated me fair.
Blame me for what I believe and I wear.
You fucked yourselves and you raise these sheep.
The blue and the withered seeds you will reap.
You never gave me a chance to be me.
Or even a fucking chance just to be!

LISA: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, representing SynnSational Violence and being accompanied to the ring by Jen Sensation; from Salt Lake City, Utah, weighing 287lbs… ‘Synnfully’ Chris Cardinelli!

The two make their way down to the ring, ignoring the boos and jeers of the fans. Cardinelli stops at the apron, then reaches up, grabbing the middle rope and pulls himself up onto the apron. As usual he starts to step through the ropes, but stops midway and pushes them down, lifting the top and making space for Jen, who has walked up the steps to step through and enter the ring.

MIKE: Look at that! As fine a display of gentlemanly behaviour as you’ll ever see.

CHIP: I’d hardly call Chris Cardinelli, a man who has gone to extraordinary lengths to ruin Jason Violent, a ‘gentleman’

MONIKA: And there’s no way I’d ever call Jen Sensation a lady…

MIKE: Best not let her hear that or she might just come over here and…

MONIKA: If she even thinks about touching me, Johnny’d break her in half.

CHIP: I thought Johnny didn’t hit women – wasn’t that his excuse why she beat him in their one and only match?

MONIKA: Shut up Chip!

As the announcers bicker, Cardinelli enters the ring proper. Turning in a slow circle, he moves to the middle of the ring, raising his arms slowly, then pulling them down into an across-the-chest bicep curl, holding this pose for a while Jen applauds him then stands on tiptoe and plants a kiss on his cheek, something that only seems to infuriate the fans further.  Eventually releasing his pose, Cardinelli removes his ring robe and passes it to Jen, who smiles, mockingly bows, then steps outside, as Chris undergoing a quick series of pre-match stretching exercises as he waits for his opponent’s arrival.

LISA: And his opponent…

There is a long pause.

CHIP: And this is the moment of truth. We’ve been wondering if Jason Violent is even going to show up…

MONIKA: Of course he isn’t. He’s been a broken man ever since Johnny kicked his ass…

CHIP: Will you at least save your praise of your husband for matches that he’s actually in?!

MIKE: Don’t you worry guys, J-Vo’ll be here – he’s ex-XFW after all!

CHIP: … you know, I’d ask you to stop going on about XFW as well, but since the issues between both these two started there, I guess…

The lights drop out  and the crowd practically explode in cheers as the iconic guitar riff of ‘Bad to the Bone’ hits the speakers. After a few seconds, the ramp is bathed in red strobe lighting as the main guitar and drums hit, and as this happens  the black clad figure of the man they call J-Vo stalks out from behind the curtain, purposely walking across the stage towards the top of the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring.

LISA: … From Roanoke, Virginia, weighing 238 lbs; Jason Violent!

For once he doesn’t bother with the usual theatrics, no ‘V for Violence’ no pausing to pump the crowd, who, to be honest, don’t exactly seem to need pumping up. Instead he makes his way down the ramp, eyes never leaving the ring.

MIKE: See? I told you all! An XFW Legend like Jason Violent would never miss a match like this!

CHIP: We haven’t seen Jason since the events of London’s Burning, so you’ve got to wonder… look out, here we go!

‘Look out, here we go!’ is a response to Cardinelli, clearly not wanting to wait to get his hands on his former tag partner sliding out of the ring and meeting him midway up the aisle. Violent, of course, sees him coming and practically breaks into a run to meet him as the two start exchanging fists in the middle of the aisle!

CHIP: And these two aren’t even waiting for this to get officially started, they’re going at it in the aisle way!

MIKE: This is XFW style Xtreme action, right here and I absolutely LOVE it!

GRUDGE MATCH
JASON VIOLENT vs. CHRIS CARDINELLI (w/ Jen Sensation)

Both men are going at each other hammer and tongs, throwing punch after punch, neither willing to give an inch as they just whale away on each other. Something eventually has to give and, eventually, Cardinelli’s sheer size and power proves to be the difference maker, allowing him to get more and more unanswered shots in on his former friend and tag team partner, rocking Jason back up the aisle. Cardinelli is quick to follow up on his advantage, and, after landing a few more big rights, grabs Jason by the head and bodily hurls him into the steel guardrail surrounding the aisle way with an almighty clatter.

CHIP: And that’s gotta hurt! There’s not a whole lot of give in that steel and J-Vo just met it face first!

MIKE: These were two of XFW’s best! They won’t be stopped by a pathetic steel guardrail like that!

Chris, like a shark smelling blood, is quick to move in, looking to capitalize, but Violent isn’t willing to let him and manages to lash out with a heel to Cardinelli’s gut, doubling him over. Straightening up Violent grabs Cardinelli by the head and slams it into the guardrail in turn. He goes to repeat the move but Chris grabs the rail and tenses his arm muscles, blocking the move. Unperturbed, Violent doesn’t try and force it but instead lashes out with a punch to Chris’ face, rocking him back, knees him in the stomach then slams his head into the guardrail again! Cardinelli sags and Violent  begins unloading again with a series of hard, piston-like rights to his one-time tag partner’s head. He starts to haul him up, seemingly intending to start dragging him down towards the ring, but Synn counters, hammering a headbutt into Violent’s face, sending Jayce staggering back. Shaking off  the effects of Violent’s brief assault, Synn boots the former XFW Heavyweight Champion in the gut, then grabs him by the arm, and bodily whips him across the aisle, sending him into the opposite guardrail with such force that he nearly goes straight over it, instead half flipping into the air, then crashing down in a slump, barely supported by the barricade! Cardinelli beats his chest as Violent tries to pull himself up, then charges, crushing him against the railing with a splash! Cardinelli makes a cut throat gesture, then drags Jason away from the railing, drapes Violent’s arm over his massive shoulder and grins evilly.

CHIP: Wait, is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?

MIKE: Guilty as Synn – his slingshot brainbuster – off the guardrail and onto the concrete? I think he is!

CHIP: That’s… that’s going too far!

MONIKA: Jason Violent broke that man’s neck and nearly ended his career! As far as he’s concerned, this is payback!

MIKE: And speaking of that match, Cardinelli tried to do this very move to Jason back then. Back then his manager, Dan Logan, talked him out of it, but now…

Synn lets out a roar and hauls J-Vo up, clearly intending to go for his slingshot brainbuster – but Jason is clearly expecting the move and kicks off against the ground as Cardinelli lifts him up, the resulting extra momentum allowing him to slip sideways out of his former partner’s grip. Both spin around, but Violent does so the faster and charges forwards, catching Synn with a modified Cactus-style clothesline that sends both spilling over the guardrail and into the fans!

CHIP: And these aisle-side fans getting a little closer to the action than they might like!

MIKE: This is the kind of action that…

MONIKA: Will you shut up about XFW already?!

MIKE: But I never said anything!

MONIKA: You were going to. I know. Woman’s intuition.

The fans don’t seem to mind the intrusion so much, judging by the way they can be seen egging both men back to their feet. Violent is the first one to get up and he goes back on the attack, kicking and stomping a rising Synn in the head, then rabbit punching him in the back of the head as he finally gets back to his feet. Synn staggers off, deeper into the fans, reeling from the blow and the man they call J-Vo  follows him, delivering a running forearm to the back of the neck. Synn drops to a knee and Violent is instantly all over him, raining punches, forearms and elbows down on him, trying to force him down to the concrete.

CHIP: Well, I guess the question of what kind of shape Jason Violent would show up to this match in has finally been answered. He came to this one prepared to fight and so far that’s what this has been – a fight!

MIKE: I told you two – these two are XFW to the core. Expect nothing less!

MONIKA: I thought I told you to stop mentioning that company?

MIKE: You did, I’m ignoring you

Synn staggers back up and tries to fight back, throwing a couple of elbows in the direction of his ex-tag partner, buying himself enough space to fight back on a more even keel, and the two continue brawling through the audience, throwing fists at each other with wild abandon, slowly but surely moving towards ringside as they do so. Again Cardinelli starts to get the upper hand via sheer power and starts to rock Jason with some huge rights. Violent sways on his feet, punch drunk and Chris grabs him by the hair, frogmarching him through the crowd towards the nearby barricade. Halting a few steps away from it, Cardinelli turns and makes to nail J-Vo again with a big right, but Violent gets an arm up and blocks the blow with a forearm, retaliating with an elbow to the jaw that staggers the big man. Quick as a flash Jason slips to the side of him, throws an arm across Cardinelli’s shoulders and sends the both of them crashing into the rail with a punishing side Russian legsweep

CHIP: Good grief! I’m not sure who got the worst of that, but that can’t have done Cardinelli’s surgically repaired neck any good at all!

Violent staggers to his feet, himself looking a little worse for wear, then hops over the barricade and pulls off his T-shirt. The reason for this soon becomes apparent as he reaches back over, , wraps it across the throat of the still-stunned Cardinelli and hauls him up, choking him Full Throttle against the barricade!

MIKE: XFW! XFW! This is vintage XFW-style Xtreme right here!

MONIKA: ‘Vintage’?

CHIP: Jason dusts off one of his old moves and is using it to devastating effect here! not only is he choking Cardinelli, he’s also grinding that surgically repaired neck against the steel guardrail! That’s gotta hurt!

Violent hauls back, throttling Cardinelli for all he’s worth… only to suddenly be sent reeling as Jen Sensation comes from out of nowhere with a stinging Jencapitation to the side of his jaw! Violent collapses in a heap and Jen soaks in the boos and jeers of the fans.

CHIP: And to nobody’s surprise Jen Sensation sticking her nose into this match, assaulting J-Vo with a Jencapitation… I still can’t believe that she turned on her brother like that…

MONIKA: He probably had it coming.

CHIP: In any event, that should have been a disqualification… but the referee isn’t calling for the bell.

MIKE: He can’t disqualify anyone if the match hasn’t started yet! Synn-Vo used this tactic to beat Ryan Michaels last week on Parad!se and they’re using it again here on J-Vo!

Referee Martin House has slid out of the ring and is berating Jen for her interference, but like the little spitfire she is, she gets right back up in his face, pointing out both that ‘the match totally hasn’t even started yet!’ and that ‘and besides, he was totally cheating first! Why didn’t you do anything about that, huh?’ As she moves on to picking on her simply because she’s a woman, Cardinelli pulls himself up and half steps, half collapses over the barricade. Pulling the stunned J-Vo up, he grabs him by an arm and whips him hard, headfirst into the steel ringpost. Violent crashes to the floor and Cardinelli moves after him, stomping and kicking away at him, then jamming the heel of his boot into Violent’s throat, choking him in return. The referee has THE GAME finally broken free from Jen’s tongue lashing and yells at Cardinelli to throw him back in the ring, but it’s only when he threatens to throw the match out and disqualify him that Cardinelli finally relents, hauling Violent up by the hair, grabbing him by the throat and groin and hoisting him up into a gorilla press, bodily hurling him into the ring through the top and middle ropes. He slides in and the referee follows, belatedly calling for the bell.

CHIP: And five minutes after these two have started fighting the referee finally gets the match officially started.

MIKE: He should’ve let them fight it out outside the ring, XFW style! Not that these two can’t have a great regular match, because they can, but it’d have been so much better if they’d…

Cardinelli returns to the attack, dropping an elbow across Violent’s chest, then choking him, wrapping both meaty hands around his throat and squeezing for all he’s worth. Violent thrashes on the mat as the referee yells at him to break the choke, then puts him to the count when he refuses. Synn holds the choke for as long as he can, riding the 5 count to it’s limit, before letting go and dropping into a cover; 1… 2… Violent just rolls a shoulder up. Synn rises, dragging Violent with him, only to clobber him with a decapitating short-arm clothesline. He drops down and covers a second time; 1… 2… Violent kicks out again, and Cardinelli immediately goes back to the choke, throttling him, again riding the referee’s count as close to the five mark as he can. Again he immediately goes for the cover, this time grinding his forearm into Violent’s face; 1… 2… Violent just barely kicks out before the three.

CHIP: And now, thanks to some judicious interference by Jen and a little stretching of the rules, Chris Cardinelli gains the advantage here and he’s really dictating the pace of this match now.

MONIKA: He’s taking full advantage of  his advantage and trying to wear Jason Violent down, so that he can’t use any of his fast paced offence. If he keeps on punching him like this, Jason won’t be anything more than a human punching bag.

Again Cardinelli hauls Violent to his feet and hurls him into the nearby corner. Backing up he measures his target, then charges, flattening him with an avalanche splash! Violent sags from the force of the impact and Cardinelli jerks him out of the corner and into a gutwrench, quickly setting him for the Original… Violent elbows him in the face, causing Cardinelli to lose his grip. Violent lands on his feet behind Synn and quickly spins on the dime, gabbing Cardinelli by the arms and drilling him into the mat with some Gerrymandering!

MIKE: And Jason Violent goes back to the old school with that Tomikaze variant of his! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that move, and it sure brings back some memories!

CHIP: This might be the opening Jason Violent was looking for, but can he capitalize on it?

Violent doesn’t go for the cover, but instead rolls to his feet, running a hand across his throat in the ‘Violent Execution’ taunt, gesturing for him to get up. A dazed Cardinelli staggers to his feet and Violent swoops in, booting him in the gut and smoothly hoisting him up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The fans let out a cheer as they sense what’s coming up next and a frantic looking Jen Sensation climbs up on the apron, seemingly about to enter the ring to stop her brother from hitting his move. The referee moves over to stop her and the two get into another war of words.

CHIP: He’s going for the Senseless Violence! We haven’t seen that move in years!

MONIKA: Too early for that, surely?

MIKE: It’s the move he used to put Cardinelli on the injured list in the first place, and now he’s going to… wait, what’s he doing?

Indeed Jason doesn’t go into the move, but pauses, seemingly unable or unwilling to do it. he shakes his head and starts to try hike him up, but stops himself again, then instead starts spinning, trying instead for the Final Ins… Cardinelli slips free mid-spin and takes Violent off his feet with a huge right. Cardinelli stalks his former friend as Violent staggers up; boot to the gut by Cardinelli who hoists Violent up in a fireman’s carry of his own!

CHIP: Wait a minute… he’s not going to…

MONIKA: He is! Turnabout is fairplay!

Synn lets out a roar and as the fans boo him loudly he hoists Violent up for A Senseless… Violent wriggles free mid-lift, slides down  Cardinelli’s front and instinctively hooks his head and drops into a Finishing Touch! Violent moves as if to cover, then stops and  scrambles to his feet, turning to meet ’Violence’ Jake, who comes charging out from the back, slides into the ring and swings wildly with a right; ducked by Violent who greets him with a pair of rights of his own, followed by another Finishing Touch! Jake rolls out of the ring, stunned, holding his head and J-Vo turns back to the downed Cardinelli, only to see that his sister is still on the apron, distracting the referee. Balling his hand into a fist he charges, moving to knock her off the apron… only to stop at the last minute, the punch never being thrown.

MONIKA: What the hell is this?

CHIP: It looks like, for whatever reason, Jason Violent can’t bring himself to hurt his little sister, despite everything she’s done!

MONIKA: This idiot’s got the match as good as won! All he needs to do is clobber her and go for the pin! If he can’t do that, then Jason Violent does not deserve to be called that name anymore!

Jen blinks in surprise at nearly being assaulted by her brother, then begins taunting him, almost daring him to hit her. Even the fans are cheering him on to hit her. The insults seem to be getting through and Violent draws back his hand again… but again the punch is never thrown, an agonized look creeping across his face. Closing his eyes, he shakes his head, then turns from her, grabs the referee and pushes him away from the ropes and his confrontation with Jen, then turns around himself… right into a massive pump kick from Cardinelli that sends him crashing to the ground! A smug looking Jen jumps from the apron, as ,stunned from the impact, Violent staggers to his feet right into the hands of Cardinelli who wastes no time, hoisting him up and driving him headfirst into the canvas with the Original Sin! Hook of the leg follows for the 1… 2… …3! The bell rings!

CHIP: Damn it! Damn it to hell! Jason Violent had that match won, but…

MONIKA: … he threw it all away because he couldn’t do what needed to be done. Jason Hugs & Cuddles doesn’t have what it takes to beat these three, and I think now we all know it!

MIKE: ‘Hugs & Cuddles’?

MONIKA: After that display there’s no way in hell I’ll call him Jason Violent ever again. There is only one man in the whole of UcW that is truly violent, and that’s my husband, ‘The Violent Messaiah’ himself. But speaking of violence…

LISA: Here is your winner, ‘Synnfully” Chris…

Lisa trails off as, rather than celebrate his victory, Cardinelli goes right back on the assault, stomping and kicking at the prone Jason Violent. Martin House moves to stop the assault, but is dragged away by Jen Sensation who shoves him on his ass, then moves to join Cardinelli in his attack, as does a recovered ‘Violence’ Jake.

CHIP: And these three assaulting Jason Violent like the pack of jackals they are. Someone needs to stop this…

MIKE: Like who?

CHIP: Like… Wait a minute, Van Wyld! Van Wyld is here!

MONIKA: Not this idiot!

Indeed the fans explode in cheers as a sledgehammer-wielding ‘Wyldman’ comes barrelling out from the back and slides into the ring. Clearly wanting no piece of ‘sledgy’, SynnSational Violence scatter, bailing to the outside, shouting dire threats at Wyld but making no move to follow up on them, instead backing off up the ramp. Wyld moves to check on the battered and beaten Jason, who stares up the ramp at the retreating trio, a strange, almost haunted look on his face.

CHIP: Well, Chris Cardinelli defeats Jason Violent, but you’ve got to believe that this isn’t over, not by a long shot.

MONIKA: You’ve got that right Chip. Those three have made it clear they will not stop until they’ve ended Jason ‘Cookies and Icecream’s’ career, and if he keeps on going at the rate he’s already going, that’s going to be sooner, rather than later.

LISA: The following contest is tonight’s Undercard Main Event!

The crowd cheers for the announcement.

LISA: It is scheduled to be a scramble match, with a thirty minute time limit, for the UcW SUPERSTAR CHAMPIONSHIP!

CHIP: So not the most original of ideas, but lord knows those boys up in Connecticut steal from us all the time, so eye for an eye.

MONIKA: Amen. So the rules of a scramble match are pretty simple. 30 minutes go on the clock and a successful pinfall or submission on any man in the match makes you the current champion.

MIKE: And so on and so on until the clock expires.

MONIKA: Did you guys ever have a scramble match in XFW?

MIKE: Well actually…

MONIKA: I’m just kidding, no one cares!

LISA: Introducing first…

The lights dim, but not to complete darkness. Then, the chugging guitar riff of "Walk" starts up, and soon thereafter, the bass and drums join in. Once Phil Anselmo starts his singing, Brown makes his way out from the back, storming out like a man possessed with a face determined to kill. He is greeted by a massive amount of cheers as he plays to the crowd, raising his hands in the air over his head again and again. His manager, Brian Score, dressed in suit and tie, follows behind him.

Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you.
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend.
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?

White strobe lights start to flash at the stage and around the crowd, accompanied with red, orange, and yellow regular lights shooting across as well. Stopping at the center of the ramp and looking into the ring, he shoots up the double bird high above his head, palms outward, and the fans follow his lead in unison.

LISA: Introducing first, from Ocean City, New Jersey, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is a former UcW Seattle and Tag Team Champion… The Jersey Devil… MARK BROWN!!!

Score gets in front of Brown and to the side, motioning with his hands towards the ring. Brown then sprints to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He hops up and continues to sprint, leaping up onto the top turnbuckle and banging his chest with both of his fists as he lets out a primal scream. He then thrusts both arms out, making a V-shape, index fingers extended. He runs to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same thing. He hops down and waits in his corner, doing some final stretches and getting himself loose. Score has made his way to ringside, providing encouragement to Brown.

CHIP: Mark Brown looks ready to go tonight. And ask you heard Lisa run down his list of accomplishments here, the Superstar title is one of the titles that has alluded him in his career in UcW.

MIKE: But as we saw on the last episode of Revenge, when Brown and Assassin got into each others face, Brown couldn’t care less about the Superstar Title… he wants the big one.

MONIKA: That’s loser talk if you ask me. Mark Brown is already making excuses for when he loses tonight to my Jonny.

MIKE: last time Richter and Brown were in the ring together, Brown almost drove your hubby through the hood of an armored truck!

 “The Little Things” base pumps out of the speakers, with the drums thudding overhead.

Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos.
But I never knew
'Bout the little things.
Every single day
Things get in my way.
Someone has to pay
For the little things.

A confident swagger to him, Lee Stevens makes his way from behind the curtain. Lee takes his place at the top of the ramp, standing there, pointing to his perfectly formed abs.

LISA: Introducing, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 199 pounds, he is a former co-holder of the UcW Tag Team Championships and a former 2 Time UcW Superstar… Primetime… LEE STEVENS!!!

Lee walks down the ramp slowly, until he reaches the ringside area. He looks up spotting Mark Brown in the ready position, motioning for Lee to enter. Stevens stops in his tracks licking his lips and cracking his knuckles. Suddenly New Age Messiah by Sentenced kicks in.

LISA: And their opponent, from Roanoke West Virginia, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is a former 5 time UcW Superstar Champion, The Violent Messiah… JONNY RICHTER!

MIKE: Oh, sit down Monika!

MONIKA: Shut up Castle, I stand for greatness!

A white light appears on the centre of the stage. Jonny appears and stands in the light and puts both his arms out to the side. A Red light appears on his face and he then looks over the audience for a few seconds and walks to the ring. He reaches ringside and Lee and Jonny have a quick pow-wow. Jonny seems to like what Lee is saying and nods to the words coming from Lee Stevens. The two men look up at Brown who hasn’t budged an inch and suddenly the two men slide into the ring.

CHIP: Here we go!

Brown wastes little time and runs over attacking both men before either can rise. He hoofs Stevens in the gut and starts throwing clubbing forearms across the back of Richter! Jonny drops to a knee and Brown starts unloading elbow strikes to the kisser of Richter!

MIKE: I guess Brown hasn’t forgotten about the Armored Truck fiasco!

CHIP: Clearly not.

MONIKA: Why is the referee allowing this? This match hasn’t even officially started!

Brown grabs Jonny in a facefirst headlock and unloads a stiff knee to the sternum. Brown looks around at the crowd and suddenly lifts Jonny across his back…

CHIP: Holy Crap, this could be the…

MONIKA: NOTHING!

As Monika said it, Lee dove in clotheslining out Brown’s knee out from under him. Brown and Jonny crash to the mat and quickly Lee rises and starts putting the boots to Brown. Jonny rises a half second later and joins in the beat down.

MONIKA: Now he’s getting what he deserves!

Suddenly “Wild Side” by Motley Crew kicks in and the crowd explodes! Wyld comes running out from the back, tossing off his Cowboy Hat and leather vest and sliding in under the bottom rope. Richter immediately comes charging at Van, who lowers the shoulder and tosses Richter over his shoulder! Jonny lands on the outside apron, having held onto the ropes. Stevens charges Van with a spear, but Van sidesteps and tosses him headfirst into Richter’s gut, knocking Jonny from the apron. Lee turns and Van clobbers him with a Sledge knocking Lee over the ropes to the floor!

MIKE: Holy Crap! The old timer has cleared house… and listen to these people!?

CHIP: This is UcW Mike, it’s Van Wyld Country!

Van throws up the “Long Horns” letting out a deep bellow. He turns and standing there, eyes locked on him, huffing and puffing, is a red faced mark brown.

MONIKA: Oh, it’s showdown time!

MIKE: Now we’ll see what the old timers really got.

Van and Brown exchange a few inaudible words before flying into a collar and elbow tie up. They jostle for position but neither man gives up an inch.

CHIP: Van Wyld’s got about thirty plus pounds of raw Texas Power on Brown, but Mark Brown is a machine!

Finally Van gives up a half step. Then another. And Another. After a few moments Brown has successfully backed the former World Champion back into the corner. The referee calls for the break, but for a moment, neither man releases the tie up. The ref begins a warning count and slowly, both Van and Brown releases the lock. They both hesitantly release slowly, as Brown backs up. Suddenly Lee Stevens comes Springboarding off the ropes, drilling Brown with a Tornado DDT! The crowd pops for the sudden move as Lee nips up, then quickly back bridges with a matrix style move, to avoid the charging Van Wyld’s Lariat! Wyld turns and eats a superkick to the chops… that stumbles him back into the corner. Stevens charges in roaring, and nailing a corner Yakuza Kick! The smack echo’s around the arena!

CHIP: OH! What an impact!

MIKE: Van better grab some polident cause I’m positive that one knocked loose his dentures!

MONIKA: HA!

MIKE: What are you laughing about? That senior citizen beat your husband two weeks ago!

MONIKA: Shut up!

Van stumbles out of the corner and drops to his hands and knees. Lee backs himself into the corner and suddenly charges out, leaping off Wyld’s back and catching Brown in the kisser with a flying shinning wizard! The crowd pops huge as Lee jumps to his feet stretching out his arms, soaking in their cheers.

MIKE: Good lord, this kid is innovative! We coulda used a few more like him in XFW.

MONIKA: Sorry Mikey, but Lee’s ELITE! And ELITE men not only stick together, but they would never be caught dead wrestling in the dump that was XFW.

Richter crawls back into the ring, holding his stomach. He motions for Lee to back off and drops into a lateral cover on Brown. The ref drops into position…

…ONE…

…TWO, Kickout!

The crowd pops as Richter glares back at Lee leaning on the ropes. Lee asks “What?” as Richter shakes his head and scampers over, rolling Wyld onto his back and hooking the leg…

…ONE, Kickout!

Richter slams his hands down on the mat and looks at Lee yelling, “Can’t you do anything right?”, then follows that with, “Step back and watch how a champion takes out the trash!”

MONIKA: You tell’em Jonny!

MIKE: What happened to ELITE men?

MONIKA: Jonny’s just showing him how to be a champion!

Richter pulls Wyld up by the Mullet, grabs the side of Van’s face with his left hand and balls a fist with the right. He turns back to Lee who’s now leaning in the corner and yells “Watch closely!” Richter turns back and suddenly eats a headbutt from Wyld! The crowd pops as Jonny stumbles back holding his face! Van follows it up with a big right handed soup bone to the kisser and a boot to the gut! Jonny keels over and Lee watches on with a smirk. Van bounces off the ropes catching Jonny’s head and catching Richter with a turnout style neckbreaker! As Van rises he comes face to face with Brown again. Mark looks at Van and down at Richter, then suddenly drops and elbow to Richter. Mark rolls out of the way and Van drops one to Richter himself! Van rises and he looks at mark with a nod and suddenly Wyld and Brown lock hands and drop a pair of elbows across the neck of Richter! Jonny rolls out of the ring choking as Stevens laughs himself to death. Suddenly, Wyld and Brown turn to face him and he stops laughing and swallows hard.

CHIP: Oh boy. Not the two people you want to be staring you down!

MONIKA: Serves him right for laughing at my Jonny!

Lee brings his hands up pleading as Brown and Van approach. Suddenly Brown strikes… WYLD with a boot to the knee! Van hollers in pain as he drops to a knee. Brown quickly rebounds off the ropes and drives a boot to the side of Wyld’s head, which elicits some boos from the van Wyld fans.

CHIP: Brown receiving some boos from this partisan crowd.

MIKE: Well, let’em boo, this is wrestling, not the everybody gets along show.

Brown goes into a full mount over Wyld and starts unloading some angry blows as Van tries to cover up. Brown rises and roars, to a mixed response from the crowd. He pulls Wyld up by the mullet and throws a couple knees to the head of the former world champion. Brown whips Van into the ropes and on the rebound catches him with a powerslam and a loud grunt!

CHIP: Brown seemed to struggle a little there…

MIKE: Wyld’s not exactly on the Slimfast Diet you know!

MONIKA: You should talk.

MIKE: What does that mean?

MONIKA: Have you looked in the mirror lately? The words Pop&Fresh come to mind…

Brown rises holding his lower back a little. Suddenly a high kick from Stevens comes out of no where catching Brown on the jaw and knocking him between the ropes to the floor! Lee quickly leaps over the ropes and to the top. Stevens steadies himself and leaps… nailing his Prime”Hang’Time Frogsplash! The impact rolls Stevens off of Van. Lee holds his stomach in pain, but quickly covers Wyld. The ref slides in…

…ONE…

…TWO…

CHIP: NO! Richter yanked Lee off Wyld!

Before Lee can even react, Richter grabs Stevens by the back of his head and tights and sails him over the top rope to the floor. Richter dives on top of Wyld, hooking the leg…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THR, NO!

CHIP: Shoulder up! And Richter can’t believe it!

Jonny’s eyes are wide as he stares at the referee. He slams his hand three times on the mat but the ref shakes his head no and holds up two fingers. Jonny slaps the mat in frustration again but pulls up Wyld by the mullet. Van scoops the Champion up off his feet and slams him down with authority across his knee with a backbreaker. He drops the champion to the mat,  rises and measures, then drops a snap leg drop down across Van’s throat. Richter comers again…

…ONE…

…TWO…

This time Van kicks out with authority.

MIKE: God, who is this old fart? That SHOULD have broken his back.

CHIP: That’s Van Wyld. One of the toughest son of a guns you’ll ever meet.

MONIKA: Ohhhh, I guess we know your boy-crush!

CHIP: Umm, I’m Chip, not Dale.

Richter has Wyld up and sends him into the ropes and nails a low dropkick to the same knee Brown attacked earlier, crumpling Wyld to the mat!

MIKE: THERE! That’s how an old person falls! All stumbly like. Poor bugger, he doesn’t even have his Medical Alert Lifeline on! Who’s gonna help him up?

Richter drops to the mat and applies an armbar, demanding that the referee “ask him!”. The ref asks Wyld if he wants to give it up, but Wyld shouts NO. Richter applies more pressure as Van cries out in pain. Richter synchs in the hold as Mark Brown slides back into the ring. Richter sees him coming but can’t react in time. He rises into a boot from Brown, a front face lock…

CHIP: OHHH! “FATAL ERROR!!” And Richter flops like a rag doll! Cover!

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

MONIKA: NOOO!

A buzzer goes off as Brown rises and the referee raises his hand. A Graphic appears on screen indicating that Mark Brown is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion.

CHIP: And just like that, Mark Brown is now the current Superstar Champion!

MIKE: But not for long, look out!

Brown turns right into a spinning snap thrust kick to the gut from Lee Stevens, keeling him over. Stevens grabs him by the head and leg, and nails the Lightning Spiral! The crowd pops HUGE for the innovative Move as Brown rolls from the ring to the floor. Stevens rises with a big smile and sees Wyld rising. He runs up from behind and leaps, nailing a double boot dropkick to Van’s back, sending him chest first into the corner. Stevens nips up and charges in nailing a running double knee strike to Van’s back! Wyld stumbles out of the corner and dazed and Stevens leaps up nailing a double knee backbreaker! Wyld flops to the mat as Stevens rises. Lee makes his feet and watches as Richter rises. Lee looks between Wyld and Richter and suddenly throws a Right kick to the leg of Jonny Richter!

MONIKA: Traitor!

MIKE: I hate to point out the obvious here, but Jonny turned on Lee first!

Stevens follows up with a left kick to the leg of Richter, a right body kick, a left body kick, and followed by a high right kick to the temple. The smack echo’s around the arena as Richter doesn’t go down, but rather teeters on Spaghetti legs. Lee hoofs him in the gut, locks in a pumphandle and turns it into a half nelson Driver, Slamming Richter to the mat! Lee quickly transitions into the Steel-City Stretch!

MIKE: Submission hold locked in the middle of the ring!

CHIP: He’s got nowhere to go and no one to help him!

MONIKA: Hang on baby!

Richter, eyes wide, looks around quickly, before tapping out to the hold! A buzzer goes off as Lee rises and the referee raises his hand. A Graphic appears on screen indicating that Lee Stevens is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion.

CHIP: Jonny Richter with no choice but to tap out.

MIKE: it’s actually smart strategy. The longer he held out, the more damage that could have been done in a match like this.

MONIKA: Why is everybody picking on Jonny???

MIKE: Easy target?

MONIKA: Screw you!

MIKE: You WISH you could trade up to me!

CHIP: Okay children, back to the match. We’re more than half way done and Lee Stevens is our current champion!

Lee does a quick survey to see Brown still down on the outside and Richter still down nursing his arm. Lee points to Wyld who’s rising and motions for him to rise. Suddenly, as if he just got an idea, Lee leaps to the outside apron and holds onto the top rope, still motioning for Wyld to make his feet. Van finally rises and turns as Lee springs to the top rope, leaping through the air… And gets DRILLED by a SLEDGE from Wyld!

CHIP: OH! Stevens might be out cold!

Van covers folding Lee in half…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

MIKE: Well that was short lived!

A buzzer goes off as Van sits on the mat, taking some deep breaths. The referee points to Wyld as a Graphic appears on screen indicating that Van Wyld is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion.

CHIP: And now we’re right back to the way we started!

MIKE: Hey Chip, you notice the only guy not to get a fall yet is missy’s boyfriend?

MONIKA: So help me god Castle, say it again and I’ll slap that undeserved sense of entitlement right off your ugly assed face!

Van makes his feet and doesn’t barely get his barrings when a loud war cry causes him to turn right into an “East Coast Fury” from Mark Brown, turning the current champion inside out and dropping him awkwardly on his neck!

CHIP: Holy hell!

MIKE: If only Mark had shown THAT kind of fury in XFW, he’d have been World Champion!

Brown wastes little time, covering the current champion…

CHIP: Cover on Van…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

A buzzer goes off as Mark quickly rises and immediately starts exchanging blows with Jonny Richter who was trying to catch him off guard. The Graphic appears on screen indicating that Mark Brown is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion.

CHIP: Brown and Richter are going toe to toe!

The two men continue to exchange blows until Richter throws an inside knee to the nether regions of Mark Brown!

MIKE: That knee looked a little low!

Jonny backs off a half step and turns Brown inside out with a knee lift! Brown rises rather quickly but gets met with a chop from Richter. Jonny backs Brown into the ropes and whips him off, but Brown reverses sending Richter across the ring. Brown goes for a clothesline, but Richter ducks and rebounds off the far ropes, and charges back at Brown, baseball sliding between the former Seattle Champs legs, coming up behind him and grabbing him in a rear waist lock. Richter runs Brown chest first into the corner. Richter rolls out, but Brown holds onto the top rope preventing the Messiah Plex. Richter makes his feet in time to see Brown charging and drops to the mat… as Brown gets DRILLED by a springboard dropkick from Stevens outta nowhere! The crowd pops for the move, eliciting a “Holy Shit” chant from the crowd.

CHIP: Good God where did he come from!

MIKE: One second he was down, the next he’s dropkicking Mark Brown into next Tuesday!

Lee and Jonny rise, catching each other’s eye. Lee calls something out to Jonny… and Richter nods. He grabs Brown in a front facelock and suplexes Brown onto Lee’s shoulder in an inverted Powerslam position.

CHIP: Are they doing what I think they’re doing?

Richter then runs for the ropes and as Stevens charges forward to slam Brown down, Richter dives and catches Brown neck with a neck breaker!!!

MIKE: What the hell was that? Have they been practicing?

CHIP: That was a Steel-City Kru finisher known as the Steel-City Cracker!

Richter promptly covers Brown as Lee watches…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

MONIKA: HE DID IT!!! SIX TIME SUPERSTAR CHAMPION!

CHIP: Umm, no that’s not exactly how it…

MONIKA: SIX TIME CHAMPION!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?

MIKE: Ah, let her have it. I’m sure it won’t last long.

A buzzer goes off as Richter rises and throws his arms into the air in celebration. The referee points to Richter as a Graphic appears on screen indicating that Jonny Richter is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion. Lee claps for Jonny as Richter looks over at Van Wyld.

CHIP: Richter is looking at Van like he’s easy pickings and you just know Richter would love to avenge his loss to the Wyldman.

MONIKA: Fluke loss!

Richter takes a step towards Van, but Lee grabs his arm and shakes his head no. Richter looks at Lee’s hand and then up at Stevens. Lee clearly says, “nope, sorry dude, but it’s you and I now”, pointing at Richter and then himself. Jonny seems to think about it for a moment, scratching his chin, and looking over at Wyld who’s starting to rise. Jonny nods and tells Lee to toss Brown out of the ring and he’ll toss Wyld and then they can lock up. Lee nods and turns to Brown. Jonny pretends to turn to Wyld, but instead watches Stevens. Lee pulls Brown up and sends him to the floor, between the ropes. He turns back and gets clobbered by a superkick from Richter! The kick sends Lee flying over the ropes to the floor. Richter howls in laughter and stumbles to the ropes laughing and yelling to Lee “that’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch!” Jonny turns back and turns right into Van Wyld, staring at him across the ring.

CHIP: He wasted too much time.

MIKE: Well, here’s his chance to show what he’s got. Wyld and Richter are the only two men standing… it’s safe to say the better man should get the pin here. What do you think Monika?

MONIKA: I think Van Wyld’s about to meet his maker!

Jonny cracks his neck and suddenly charges the Wildman, leaping into the air with a dropkick, but Wyld leans back, avoiding, and swats Jonny’s dropkick out of the air! Jonny hits the mat but quickly rises. Jonny throws a right hand, that’s blocked by Wyld and Van drills him with a heavy soupbone! Richter stumbles back and Van drills him with another. Van shoves Richter back into the ropes and Jonny tries for a highkick, but Van catches it… Capture Suplex!

CHIP: He dropped Richter on his head!

Van covers…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THR, NO! Kickout!

CHIP: Richter kicked out!

MONIKA: That’s my baby!

MIKE: I’ll give it to him, I thought he was done there.

Van looks a little surprised, but quickly refocuses and pulls Jonny up off the mat. Van glances over at the clock to see there’s under five minutes remaining, but the brief distraction allows Richter to rake the eyes of Van Wyld. Van stumbles back blinded and Richter hoofs him in the gut and drills him with a snap DDT! Richter quickly covers Van…

…ONE…

…TWO…

CHIP: Shoulder up at TWO!

MIKE: Why’s Richter covering Van? He’s already the champion?

MONIKA: To Prove that he CAN beat Van Wyld.

Jonny slaps the mat, but quickly rises. He pulls Wyld up and calls for the Richter Scale!

CHIP: This should be interesting!

MIKE: Why?

MONIKA: Because Jonny and Van use the same move! God, do some research before you come out here!

Richter throws Van’s head between his legs and tries to bring him up, but Van counters with a big back body drop! Richter slams to the mat with a thud, but pops back up and into a boot from Wyld! Van now throws Jonny’s head between his legs looking for the Wyld Driver, but Jonny counters with a LOW BLOW! Van cups his groin as Jonny takes off for the ropes. He rebounds off of them, but then suddenly slams face first into the mat as Lee Stevens tripped him! Jonny rises, his hands cupping his bloody nose as Wyld hoists Jonny up across his shoulders… and NAILS the “WILDSIDE!”

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE! Jonny kicks out but it’s a split second too late

MONIKA: HE KICKED OUT!!!

CHIP: I think it was too late!

A buzzer goes off as a Graphic appears on screen indicating that Van Wyld is now the Current UcW Superstar Champion.

MIKE: Definitely too late.

MONIKA: NO! HE KICKED OUT! CROOKED REFEREE! This is why we need instant replay!

MIKE: No, THIS is why they needed me on Color. Someone that wouldn’t go crazy when they’re favorite wrestlers losing.

Van rises to a knee as Lee Stevens climbs back into the ring. Suddenly he goes charging across the ring and leaps between the ropes with a Topé con Giro Running front flip dive between the ropes, as Brown tried to reenter the ring. Stevens rises and quickly reenters. He runs over and grabs Richter by the scruff of his neck and sails him over the ropes. He turns back to Wyld and yells “YOU GOT MY TITLE OLD MAN RIVER!”, to which Van chuckles and says “then come get it!”

CHIP: There’s under four minutes left as Stevens looks to square off with the current champion!

MIKE: And Stevens is making a mistake here, he shoulda snuck in and covered Richter who was down.

CHIP: Well, Van is one half of the tag team champions… maybe he feels like he has something to prove.

Stevens charges Van and leaps, connecting with a high knee that stumbles back the current champ. Lee unleashes a flurry of kicks starting with a right kick to the leg, followed by a left kick to the leg, a right body kick, a left body kick, and capped off by a high right kick to the temple! The blow drops Van to a knee.

Meanwhile on the outside Brown is putting some serious boots to Richter, forcing him to roll under the ring apron for safety. But Brown doesn’t let up that easily and yanks up the apron to go after him when suddenly a white power/mist BLASTS Mark in the face. Brown stumbles back blinded as Richter crawls out holding a fire extinguisher. Jonny winds up and CRACKS Brown with the fire extinguisher dropping him to the floor!

CHIP: Oh my god!

MIKE: Isn’t that some sort of DQ?

CHIP: I don’t… I guess… in a match like this, is there DQ’S?

Meanwhile, in the ring, Stevens has pulled Wyld into a Hammerlock, then suddenly turns it out and NAILS a Hammerlock Legsweep DDT! Stevens rolls Wyld onto his belly and climbs to the top ropes. He leaps and connects with another Prime”Hang”Time splash on Wyld! Again the momentum rolls Stevens right off of Van. Lee holds his stomach again but rises to his feet and gets CRUSHED by a chairshot from Richter! The chair bends around Stevens skull as he crumples to the mat. Richter pulls the chair back over his head and beckons for Van to rise.

CHIP: Jonny Richters gone off the deep end! He’s reverting to what he knows best.

MIKE: What’s that? Grabbing a chair and bashing people?

CHIP: Exactly!

MONIKA: SMASH HIM BABY!

Van starts to move and Richter is almost foaming at the mouth in anticipation, signaling for Van to rise. Van rolls to his side and forces himself to his knee. Richter lines himself up behind Van, ready to explode. Suddenly the crowd pops as Donnie Donington comes running down the ramp! He slides into the ring behind Richter and rips the chair away from him. Richter turns as Donnie Swings…

CHIP: OH NO!

MIKE: Oh that idiot! He nailed Van Wyld!

Donnie stands, mouth agape as he realizes what he’s done. But before he can check on his partner, Richter boots Donnie in the gut… and nails the Richter scale!

Meanwhile, Mark Brown has crawled back into the ring, head split open and blood covering most of his face, throws an arm across Lee Stevens. The referee drops to the mat…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THREE!

Jonny turns around as he hears the buzzer and realizes that Brown’s just regained the title. He shakes it off saying it doesn’t matter as he turns back to Wyld. He walks over and places his boot square in the middle of Van’s chest with under two minutes to go…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THRE, NO! SHOULDER UP!

Richter can’t believe it as this capacity crowd goes bananas! He tries to shake it off and drops down onto Van’s chest, hooking the leg in a proper pin attempt…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THRE, NO! SHOULDER UP!

The crowd pops huge again as Richter is wide eyed in disbelief!

MIKE: Jesus Chip, what kinda roids you got your geriatrics on here?

MONIKA: HIT’EM WITH THE MESSIAH PLEX JONNY!!!

Richter glances over at Monika and nods. Suddenly Lisa calls out…

LISA: ONE MINUTE… ONE MINUTE REMAINING!

Richter suddenly seems frantic and tries pulling Wyld up by the hair, but he’s deadweight. He hooks his arm and drags the 278 pound Wyldman to his feet. Jonny ducks behind and locks in a rear waist lock. He shoves Van into the corner, rolls out with him and hits the bridging German suplex…

…ONE…

…TWO…

…THRE

CHIP: NO! BROWN MAKES THE SAVE!

MONIKA: NOOOO!

The replay shows Brown diving in and breaking the count, knocking Richter from the ring! Jonny hits the floor and realizes he didn’t get it. He pops right back up and tries to get back into the ring, but Brown dropkicks him in the face, sending him back into the guardrail.

Suddenly the crowd begins to count…

…10…

Jonny again rushes the ring, but Brown stops him from entering…

…9…

Suddenly Lee Stevens starts crawling towards Van…

…8…

As Brown wrestles to keep Jonny out, Lee drapes an arm over Van.

…7…

The referee sees it, but so does Brown.

…6…

Brown charges over and soccer kicks Stevens in the face, breaking the count.

…5…

Jonny gets back into the ring and hits a chop block to Brown!

…4…

Jonny dives on top of Wyld as the clock and referee’s count align…

…3…

…ONE…

…2…

…TWO…

…1…

…KICKOUT!

MONIKA: NOOOOO!!!

Jonny sits up eyes wide and mouth open realizing that he didn’t beat Van Wyld, therefore lost the match.

LISA: The Winner of this match and NEW UCW SUPERSTAR CHAMPION… “THE JERSEY DEVIL” MARK BROWN!!!

CHIP: This is it, folks. The moment we’ve been waiting for all night.

MONIKA: Jonny’s competing again?

CHIP: No. It’s the biggest title match in recent UcW history. Four of the biggest stars in our business today, competing for the richest prize.

MIKE: The XFW Championship?

CHIP: It’s so hard to promote anything with you two in both my ears.

The lights dim. "It's A Sin" by The Pet Shop Boys begins to play.

'As I look back upon my life
It's always worth a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common too'

Parker forces his way through the curtains, grinning through teeth at the audience no matter what greeting the welcome him with. He spits on the floor and makes his way down towards the ring. Then pauses as his sister bursts through onto the ramps, followed by the giant known as Dai Shultz.

'It's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I'll ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin'

Parker slides straight into the ring, lights a cigarette, and after a few drags, flicks the butt into the audience.

'At school they taught me how to be
So pure in word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
Everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who'

Parker grins to himself as the music begins to fade.

The lights dim, and the crowd goes crazy as the heavy guitar riff to HerAtiK's "Welcome to Eternity" blares throughout the arena.

At the end of every measure of the guitar intro, strobe lights flash to the notes, revealing Allen Vant standing on top of the entrance ramp, back turned to the crowd, arms spread.

Never once did I say that you should believe
Sailing across the Styx to eternity
Peter, your judgement has not brought me to my knees
Never did I want to be redeemed

After the first verse, Allen turns to face the crowd, slowly turning his head to stare across all of them.

Welcome, he said, to my home
Forsake, he said, we are born
Welcome, he said, to my home
Please rest, you'll find...ETERNITY!

During this set of lyrics, Allen comes toward the ring like a madman, as if he's in a mosh pit all by himself. When the word "eternity" is screamed over the speakers, Allen slides into the ring, immediately jumping on a turnbuckle and posing for the crowd, his arms spread, drawing energy from the audience.

Eternity, you know I can't define you
The way you are when you've lost control
Eternity, you know I can't deny you
They say it ends when you've taken my soul

During this chorus, Vant goes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, posing for the crowd, singing along with the chorus to the song. When the chorus ends, Vant tosses his tank top out into the crowd and hops off the last turnbuckle, pacing on the far side of the ring, glaring viciously at Parker and struggling to keep himself in check for the moment.

Hells Bells (AC/DC) starts to play

Lights go out the bell starts to toll. The spotlight starts to shine then at the top of the ramp stands Max. Wearing his white hooded sweatshirt and black jeans. His hair combed back he stairs out surveying the crowd. As the song plays Max slowly walks to the ring looking around the arena. As he gets to the ring he slides underneath the bottom rope and quickly stands up in the middle of the ring. He then walks over to the corner and gives a cold stare as he awaits his opponent.

The main stage lights shut off as "Creep" by Radiohead starts to play of the PA, and spotlights flash amongst the crowd and across the rampway.

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye;
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry.
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so very special
But I'm a Creep

De’Anton Maybon pushes his way past the curtain.

I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here...

He continues to the ring, and Maybon steps through the top and middle ropes. De’Anton walks straight to the center of the ring, turning to his left slowly until he faces the right of his start position, eyes scanning the crowd as he does so. He makes his way to the ropes, raising himself up the bottom one, with one arm in the air. He holds this a few seconds, not really caring if he is cheered or booed, though he is greeted by a torrent of jeers. He hops down and turns to face his opponents

LISA: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Fourway Elimination Dance for the UcW World Wrestling Championship. Introducing first, in the corner to my left, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 252 pounds… “The Anti-Product” PARKER DAVIS!

Davis waves coyly to the fans, who spatter him with boos.

LISA: Next, in the corner to my left, from Pikeville, Kentucky, weighing in at 259 pounds…. ALLEN VANT!

The fans erupt with cheers, but Allen doesn’t seem to respond, just continues to pace.

LISA: And in the other corner to my right, representing ELITE, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 225 pounds… MAX CAMERON!

Max hits the corner, pumping a fist in the air. Sadly for him, the fans don’t respond kindly.

LISA: And finally, in the other corner to my left, from Woking, England, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the reigning and defending UcW World Wrestling Champion… “The Anti-Bully” DE’ANTON MAYBON!

Maybon holds the title up with one hand, and the fans howl boos and jeers at him.

CHIP: Real big match feel here tonight.

MIKE: Yeah, you can feel the electricity in the air. Reminds me of the glory days of XFW.

MONIKA: Sheesh. Everyone knows that it’s because they fully expect to see Max walk out with the title. It’s going to be something to tell your grandkids folks.

UcW WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP
ELIMINATION FOURWAY DANCE
DE’ANTON MAYBON© vs. ALLEN VANT vs. PARKER DAVIS vs. MAX CAMERON

As soon as the bell finishes ringing, Vant explodes like a coiled spring, throwing bombs as Davis. Parker scrambles back, trying to get out of range, but Allen just keeps coming, as if he’s trying to get out all of his pent-up frustrations as quickly as possible. Despite the onslaught, Parker eventually manages to fight back, landing a few shots on Vant which only seems to piss him off more. The two men hit the ropes, tumbling over, but even that doesn’t seem to slow Allen.

CHIP: Allen Vant has wanted to get his hands on Parker Davis ever since London’s Burning. And boy, is he ever now!

MIKE: He’s wanted to since before even then. Their animosity has dated back to XFW.

MONIKA: And it certainly is “dated”, yes.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Max and Maybon have squared up, coming together in a collar and elbow tie-up. They jostle for position, moving around the ring until they end up in the corner. The referee calls for the break: 1…2…3…4… Maybon gives a clean break, stepping back into the middle of the ring. Max follows, working some last minute kinks out from his arms. Maybon offers or another tie-up, and Cameron looks to agree… before flashing a thumb into the Champ’s eyes. Maybon doubles over, clutching his face, and Cameron drives a knee into his features. Cameron dives atop De’Anton: 1…2… kickout by The Anti-Bully.

MONIKA: Max’s smart actions almost eliminated the Champion in the very early stages of this match. We’d have been guaranteed a new World’s Champion then.

CHIP: And what an upset that would have been.

Max hauls De’Anton to his feet… only to be suddenly spun around by Parker Davis who proceeds to gob right in his features. Cameron staggers backwards, and Davis throws a clothesline his way… only for Max to have the wherewithal to duck, and Davis connects with Maybon instead.

MIKE: Here comes Parker. But if he’s back in the ring, where’s Allen?

As if in answer, the camera cuts to ringside, to see Vant slumped over the guard rail. The second referee is counting on him: 5…6…7… as Allen slowly pulls himself off the barricade, heading back towards the ring …8…9… Vant rolls back into the ring at the last second. Davis, however, sees this, and heads over to stomp away at him gleefully.

MIKE: Now I’m confused; why was the referee counting Allen out?

CHIP: It’s the rules of the match, since it’s an elimination style.  You can be eliminated by countout or disqualification.

MIKE: Bah, you’d never have stupid stipulations in XFW.

MONIKA: Really? So you’ve just chosen to forget the Mousetrap Deathmatch then?

With Davis pre-occupied, he doesn’t notice Max come up behind him. Cameron spins Parker around, peppering him with a stiff right hand before whipping him across the ring. On the rebound, he ducks, sending Davis sky high with a backbody drop. He dives in for a cover:

ONE

TW---Kickout by The Anti-Product.

MIKE: First pinfall attempt of the match. But Max has to know Davis was an XFW wrestler; they’re made of tougher stuff.

MONIKA: So too is Max. That’s why he’s the Crown Jewel of ELITE.

Cameron hauls Parker to his feet by the hair, pounding him with another couple of shots, before whipping him into a corner. He takes off in pursuit, leaping to the skies to crush Parker against the turnbuckle with a Stinger Splash. Davis staggers free from the corner, and Max climbs his way up to the top rope. Parker turns like a drunk, and Max soars from the ropes, hitting a missile dropkick right square into his chest. Cameron scrambles back in for another cover:

ONE

TWO

THR--- NO!!! Maybon throws himself into the mix, breaking up the count.

CHIP: Maybon making the save. But you have to wonder, why? If Davis was taken out there, it would have been one less threat to his title.

MIKE: Who knows? Sometimes, when you’re in the middle of a match, and the adrenaline is pumping, it just takes over.

Maybon hauls Cameron to his feet, hitting a knife edge chop that stings the other man’s chest.

CROWD: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!

MIKE: Wow, people still do that?

Max takes a few steps across the ring, clutching at his chest, but De’Anton keeps right on with him, hitting another chop, and another. The last one spins Cameron around, and Maybon grabs him in a rear waist lock, shooting him over with a German suplex. He keeps his hands locked, popping his hips and hauling Cameron up for a second German. Once more, he pops the hips, hauling Max upright again, for a third German, this time bridged for the pin:

ONE

TWO

MIKE: Cameron’s out of this thing!

THREE---NO!!! Max powers a shoulder up at the last second.

MONIKA: Oh, Jesus. Max, don’t leave it so late again.

Maybon rises, leaving the motionless Cameron where he is and heading over to his former tag team partner. He hauls Davis to his feet, slipping into position and hitting a Northern Lights suplex, again bridging it for the pin:

ONE

TWO

THRE--- KICKOUT!

MIKE: That was close.

CHIP: I’ll say.

Growling in disgust, Maybon hauls Parker to his feet once more, before launching him over the top rope. Somehow, Davis is able to twist just enough to land on the hard ring apron. Maybon turns from him… and eats a Superkick from Vant. The blow sends Maybon flying backwards, over the ropes and landing hard atop Davis. Both men then tumble from the ring apron in a mess of limbs, crashing onto the concrete. After quickly checking on them, the outside referee starts a count: 1…2…

The focus shifts back into the ring, where Allen is dragging Cameron to his feet… only to receive a thumb to the eyes for his efforts. Max leaps up, springing off the nearby ring ropes, and landing atop Allen’s shoulders. He goes for a Hurricanrana… but Vant uses his impressive strength to block the attempt, before spinning around and hitting the CHAOTIC TEN-STEP! He drops atop the crumpled Cameron, in a pin:

ONE

CHIP: This could be all over for Cameron!

TWO

MONIKA: Come on, Max!

THREE---NO!!! At the last second, Davis rushes the ring, punting Vant right in the side of the head.

MONIKA: Thank Christ for Parker Davis!

Allen staggers to his feet, brain fuzzy, and Davis boots him in the gut, before drilling him into the canvas with a THOUGHT REMOVER.

MIKE: Damn, that vicious brainbuster. Davis has won many a match with that move alone.

Davis rises to his feet, heading to the corner. He climbs up it shakily, before standing on the top and facing out to the crowd.

MIKE: And now he’s looking for a Culture Shock, looking to put Allen Vant’s dreams of regaining the World title to bed.

But before Davis can even start the move, Maybon appears from nowhere, running across the ring apron and shoving Parker from behind. The Anti-Product goes flying, crashing chest first against the guard rail!

MIKE: OH MY GAWD!

CHIP: Shit! I think Parker might be dead.

MONIKA: Wishful thinking?

CROWD: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

Grinning to himself, Maybon climbs back into the ring… only for Vant to grab him by the leg and drag him into the middle of the ring. Maybon, seeming to realise what’s going to happen, starts to beg and plead with Vant, but to no avail, and finds himself twisted into ETERNAL DARK. Maybon starts to scream in pain, thrashing around wildly and trying to free himself.

MIKE: Eternal Dark. In the middle of the ring. Maybon has nowhere to go. His reign as UcW World Champion could only have second’s left.

Maybon’s wild thrashings start to ebb, and tears stream down his bandaged features. His hand hovers just inches above the mat, and the thought is clear in his eyes… when Cameron bends Allen over backwards and spikes him into the mat with a CONTRADICTION! Max drops for a cover:

ONE

MONIKA: And Max eliminates Vant.

TWO

CHIP: Is that going to be enough?

THREE---NO! NO!! NO!!! Somehow, someway, Allen throws his shoulder from the canvas.

MIKE: What the hell? Vant kicked out? Has anyone ever done that?

MONIKA: I… I don’t know. I don’t think so!

CHIP: That’s what the World’s Championship means to Allen Vant. It’s what it means to everyone in this match, and everyone in this company.

Cameron can’t believe that Allen kicked out, his eyes wide in disbelief. He pops to his feet, screaming at the in-ring referee, demanding that he overturn his decision and eliminate Allen. The referee refuses, standing by his call that Allen kicked out. In disgust, Max turns back to the action… and eats an UGLIFICATION II! Maybon scrambles over into a pin:

ONE

MIKE: And Elite’s hopes are dashed!

TWO

MONIKA: Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax!

THREE---NO!!! This time, it’s Max’s turn to shock the world by throwing his shoulder off the mat.

CHIP: What the…? How the…? What the…? How the…?

MIKE: Four very good questions. What the hell else can these men throw at each other?

MONIKA: I don’t know. Each man is proving that he deserves to be the World Wrestling Champion. Sadly, when the night is over, only one of them – Max – can be!

Shocked to his core, Maybon rises to his feet. He rolls out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair. Snapping it shut, he rolls right back in. The in-ring referee gets in his face, warning him that he’ll get disqualified if he uses it. Maybon exclaims that he doesn’t care, and cocks his arm at the ready.

CHIP: No, don’t do it De’Anton. You get DQd, you lose your title.

The referee makes more demands of Maybon, but the World Champion isn’t to be swayed. Snarling, he turns back to face Cameron… who drives a desperation thrust kick into the chair, sending it snapping back into Maybon’s face. De’Anton topples over backwards like a redwood, dropping the chair in a clatter, but Max is too spent to capitalise.

MONIKA: Ha, you see the genius of Max? He knew he wouldn’t be disqualified for that. Now all he needs to do is drag himself over to Maybon, and the champ is out of this thing.

MIKE: But does Cameron have the strength to even attempt a cover?

As they speak, Cameron actually is dragging himself across the canvas, inch by inch, towards the fallen World’s Champion. After what seems an age, he drapes one arm over Maybon’s chest:

ONE

TWO

CHIP: We’re guaranteed a new World Champion!

THREE---ye---NO! Again, Maybon throws his shoulder from the mat at the last instant.

MONIKA: Holy hell!

MIKE: That… THAT… ladies and gentlemen, is how we bred them in XFW.

Cameron’s eyes are wide in shock, as he sits back on his haunches and pulls at his hair in frustration. Closing his eyes, he seems to breathe in deep and focus his mind, before rising and dragging Maybon to his feet. Irish whip sends De’Anton across the ring… and he tumbles over the top ropes as Davis – from the outside – pulls them down. Quick as a flash, Parker slides into the ring, coming to his feet and dropping Max with a clothesline.

CHIP: It’s Parker. I’d forgotten he was still in this match.

MONIKA: I was hoping.

Cameron comes to his feet, but Davis is on fire, peppering the ELITE member with rights and lefts and rights and more lefts, backing him up into the corner. Cameron tries to rally back… and suddenly, Davis isn’t there anymore, dodging aside as Vant collides with Cameron. Both men go tumbling over the ropes, landing in a heap next to the still-motionless Maybon.

MIKE: Great ring presence by Davis, knowing the whereabouts of all his opponents.

Davis staggers into the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He looks over his shoulder, where his three opponents are starting to rise, before soaring off with a CLUTURE SHOCK… that catches only Maybon and Vant, as Cameron moves aside at the last second.

CHIP: Culture Shock to the outside. Holy crap, Davis just took out two of his opponents and himself with that move.

CROWD: YOU-CEE-DUB! YOU-CEE-DUB! YOU-CEE-DUB!

Cameron rests against the ring apron a moment, catching his breath again. After a second, he realises that Davis is starting to rise, so heads over, dragging the other man to his feet and dropping him onto the concrete with a CONTRADICTION.

MONIKA: Contradiction on the concrete. Damn, is there nothing these men won’t do?

MIKE: Hey, I just realised… the referee is up to seven. They’re all going to get counted out.

The camera cuts to the in-ring referee, who is indeed counting… 8… 9… Max sees this, and dives suddenly into the ring. The referee calls for the bell.

MONIKA: So, wait… what just happened?

MIKE: I don’t know. I think I called it right. I think Max was too late, and everyone got counted out. And if they did, that’s a sucky way to end a Main Event.

CHIP: But what if Max wasn’t too late?

There seems to be some heated discussion between the two officials. While this is going on, all four competitors have come to their feet, climbing gingerly into the ring. Maybon heads over, starting to argue with the officials. They ignore him, with the in-ring ref finally going over and speaking to Lisa. She nods, before speaking.

LISA: Ladies and gentlemen, after some deliberation, it has been decided that Max Cameron DID make it back into the ring before the count of ten. As a result, De’Anton Maybon, Allen Vant and Parker Davis have all been eliminated. Therefore, your winner and NEW World…

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LISA: ….Wrestling Champion……..

CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LISA: MAX CAMERON!

MONIKA: Yes, yes, yes!

Max is ecstatic, holding out his hands eagerly and allowing the referee to place the World’s title in them.

CHIP: Holy hell, we’ve got a new Champion. But what a way for it to go down.

MIKE: What a gyp. No title should change hands that way. It never would in XFW.

MONIKA: Oh, pipe down dweeb, and recognise greatness. Recognise Max Cameron. OUR World Wrestling Champion!

CROWD: BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!

As Max continues to celebrate, Maybon looks down at his now empty hands, as if he can’t believe what’s just happened. That for him, it’s all over. Equally as shocked is Parker Davis. But not so much Allen Vant, who suddenly spins the Anti-Product around, hoisting him up and drilling him into the canvas with a FATEFUL END. Before Davis has even come to a complete stop from the impact, Vant is heading up the ramp, simmering over with rage. As he steps through the curtain, he passes the rest of Elite, who are flooding down the rampway to congratulate their new Champion of Champions in the middle of the ring.

MONIKA: Oh happy day, oh what a night. It could have been better, Jonny could have won, but… Max Cameron is the World Wrestling Champion. I’ll say it again; Max Cameron IS the UcW World Wrestling Champion!

CHIP: What a dark day for the company. But we’re out of time. We’lls ee you next week for Parad!se folks. Until then, I’ve been Chip Taylor, he’s been Mike Castle, she’s been Monika Wells-Richter. And as she said, he’s Max Cameron. The UcW World Wrestling Champion!

And on the still celebrating ELITE, we fade to the copyright information.

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