UcW: PARAD!SE 03

With an explosion of noise and pyro, we find ourselves in the custom built UcW Arena in Seattle, as the theme tune plays out, the camera panning a boisterous crowd holding signs such as ‘HULK SMASH’, ‘WE WANT SEATTLE SAINTS’ and ‘THERE’S A REASON WE’RE LATE? OH, PLEASE, DO TELL!’

“Sentenced" by New Aged Messiah kicks in as the fans immediately boo.

MIKE: So looks like we’re kicking off the show with this guy?

MONIKA: Well, you know what they say. Put your best foot forward… lead with strength…

Richter makes his way to the ring, taking time to mouth back at the fans that are mouthing him off. He slowly climbs the stairs and steps out onto the ring apron. He motions to enter the ring, but stops, looking out over the sea of hatred and stares at them all, as if they were simple peasants that disgust him. He enters the ring and calls for a mic. He doesn’t bring the mic up just yet, rather looks over the crowd again. He finally removes his aviator glasses and hangs them off of his shirt.

RICHTER: It’s a new day in Unlimited Combat Wrestling!

Richter looks to the heavens smiling and slowly nodding his head.

RICHTER: It’s a new day because FINALLY, ELITE has the World Wrestling Championship.

The crowd boos even louder as Jonny starts to walk around the ring smiling, before deciding on a spot, leaning over the ropes.

RICHTER: Max Cameron, our beloved leader, has defeated three of the best UcW has to offer and has crowned himself the Champion. No one helped him, no one cheated on his behalf. He just proved he was better than Maybon, Davis and Allen Vant all in one night. Nobody else can claim that. Not Assassin, not Mark Brown…and especially not Van Wyld.

The crowd pops at the mere mention of the UcW Hero.

RICHTER: Yeah, you all love him don’t you? VAN WYLD… I was THAT close!

Richter holds up a finger and thumb, less than an inch apart.

RICHTER: …THAT CLOSE to putting you away and regaining my Superstar Title. You KNOW your win over me for the title was a FLUKE. You KNOW that I am better than you in every way imaginable. You know it, I know it, hell, all these people know it... Someday Wyld… someday you and I will dance again, and I will prove beyond any doubt, that I am your MESSIAH, and I am better than you

The crowd again returns Richter's statement with a round of boos, that quickly adapt into an “Asshole” chant.

RICHTER: But that day, isn’t today. Because you don’t got anything I want Wyld. In fact, neither does Mark Brown. Because I have already proved that I am the GREATEST Superstar this Organization has ever seen. I was 5 Time Champion. No one else can touch that. That’s a record that will remain intact, and I can move on knowing that I am the BEST in that division. So where does that leave Jonny Richter? Well quite simply it leaves me ready to move on. Onward and upward. Straight to the UcW Northern Wrestling Championship. Kyle Jorgenson. You talk a lot of smack son, about a whole lotta stuff you know nothing about. Everyone talks about how ELITE does this and ELITE does that, but what ELITE doesn’t do is hunt like a pack of wild dogs. It took UcW sticking you inside a cage before you had the sack to man up. And why? Because of a chubby little Brit wanker named JAX? You four were scared of rolly poley ole? Come on! And not to mention that you got the personality of a cumquat. It baffles me that people buy into your bullshit. You’re like a big, dumb, Frankenstein. “MONEY… Jorgkenstein no like. FAME… Jorgkenstein no like. TITLES… Jorgkenstein no like.” Well, you’re in luck there mate, cause I’m coming to help you out with that. Cause that’s exactly why I have to take that title away from you. You may have the Gold, but you don’t know the first thing about what it means to be CHAMPION. But I do. I AM a champion. A champion in wrestling, a champion in life. Everything I touch turns to GOLD. I wanted to be the Superstar Champion, I became that. I wanted to increase my status here, I joined ELITE and did that. I wanted to get with the HOT backstage announcer… I MARRIED THAT.

Monika blushes.

MIKE: Who’s he talking about… hot backstage announcer? Holmes??

MONIKA: Screw you ass!

CHIP: I wouldn’t go there Mike.

RICHTER: And now… now I want to be UcW Northern Champion. And now I’m going to do that! So Jorgkenstein, you’re being put on notice. I’m coming for that Gold, it’s only a matter of WHEN it will be mine. So tonight, pay close attention to what I do to Jax and Brown. That's just a taste of what I'll do to you. And JAX, if you got something to say about it, I got no problem with showing you why you’re nothing more than a golden boy that peeked before his time. And anyone else for that matter that considers themselves in the Northern Title Division, you’re all hereby put on notice. You better find a tag partner and go after the odd couple or go fight Brown for the “Use-to-be-Superstar” Title, cause I’m laying claim to this one.

The crowd reacts with a mixed reaction, but majority boos. Richter pulls back from the ropes and replaces his aviators on his face. He goes to walk away but then stops.

RICHTER: Oh I almost forgot. Since Max is now the UcW Champion and needs to concentrate on being the Champ, he and Marco have given me Directorship over the day to day operations of our ELITE Family. And I intend on cleaning things up. Starting with… The Steel City Kru. Stevens, aren’t you just the smart guy? All that talk of working together to achieve our goals, and knowing your place within the hierarchy, but as soon as the opportunity presented itself, you stabbed me right in the back. You are rapidly proving that you aren’t a team player. And in fact, my first act as Director of Operations for ELITE was going to be FIRING your ass! But, cooler heads have prevailed and therefore I am putting you on Probation. You have until the Pay Per View to get you act straight, screw your head on right… and WIN BACK the Tag Team Championships or you will find yourself no longer apart of ELITE. Now Ryan… I don’t have any problem with you, in fact you have been a model employee of ELITE. You have a bright future with us. But you need to get your boy in line, or he’s getting cut loose. Like I said, you guys got until the end of the PPV to get those titles back… or Lee’s Fired. And during this time, I will be personally interviewing the tag teams of UcW, looking for a replacement. So, to all the tag teams of UcW, ELITE is watching.

CHIP: Wow, Richter’s going to fire Lee Stevens if he doesn’t, as Jonny put it, fall into line.

MIKE: Well, he’s obviously being groomed, Jonny that is, to take a more active role in the operations of the group. Every good leader needs to strike a little fear, maybe firing this guy will show he means business.

RICHTER: And finally, Big Willy… I noticed I’m not booked for Revenge. I’m sure it’s an oversight as Jonny Richter equals Money. So I will allow you to correct this. And since I’m sure it wasn’t your intention to insult me, why don’t you give me a number one contenders match on Revenge for the Northern Championship? I don’t care WHO you choose, I’ll fight anybody. Just… make it happen. YOUR MESSIAH HAS SPOKEN!

With that Jonny tosses the mic and calls for Lisa to hand him his jacket as Sentenced plays again. He takes the jacket from her, kisses his index and middle fingers and points to Monika before he leaves the ring.

CHIP: Wow, what a way to kick off Parad!se; Jonny Richter taking control of the day-to-day running of Elite while Marco and Max concentrate on the World title, sending a clear message to not only the current Northern Champion Kyle Jorgenson, but to his stable mates in the Steel City Kru.

MONIKA: That’s how my man takes care of business.

MIKE: Huh, he’s all mouth and no trousers. Probably why you married him.

CHIP: Anyway, before the bitch-fighting begins, and while we’re on the subject of ELITE… our next match features a man who has recently been steam-rolling through that group, no doubt trying to set up a date with destiny with the World’s champion, Max Cameron. But tonight, he gets to face ELITE’s choice of an opponent. Any idea who it is, Monika.

MONIKA: Sure do.

CHIP: Are you gonna tell us?

MONIKA: Sure ain’t!

"Wild Side" by Motley Crew starts to blare through the arena's speakers. Van Wyld walks out from the backstage area and throws the Texas "Long Horns" into the air as a sign of affection to his fans. The Wildman makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans that reach out. He reaches the ring, walks up the stairs and ducks into the ropes. He walks to the ropes and throws the "long horns" into the air again while letting out a deep bellow. Wildman takes off his leather vest and 10 Gallon hat and stretches in the corner.

The lights in the arena turn a soft pink as the song’s quiet piano intro plays. The lights pulse into action and start flashing in time to the music as the tune really kicks in. At the last ‘la’, Valentine makes her entrance, bouncing down the ramp wearing an elaborate costume and carrying her trademark spray-painted pink steel chair, with the words ‘Love Hurts’ stencilled on it. Val slides into the ring with the chair and hops to her feet before dancing around the ring to the tune, grinning widely. She finally comes to a stop and sets the chair up and stands on it. She blows a kiss to the crowd with one hand while the other displays her trademark ‘V’ as the music fades away. She drops down off the chair and folds it up before sliding it to the floor, ready to fight.

SINGLES MATCH
VAN WYLD vs. VALENTINE

As the bell rings, Van is still arguing with the official about something, so Valentine heads over to hear what it is. She suddenly starts shouting, and pushing at The Wildman.

VALENTINE: What’d’ya mean, “You won’t fight me!?!”

Van starts to back up, putting his hands up.

VALENTINE: You think you’re too good to fight a woman, is that it?

WYLD: That’s not it at all. I don’t fight women, nothing to do with thinking I’m better than them.

Van keeps backing up, before stepping out of the ring. A small spattering of boos following him as he heads up the ramp. Val remains in the ring, standing next to the referee who is starting to count Wyld out: 1…2…3…4… Val steps into the referee’s way, forcing him to pull her back into the ring and stop his count, his eyes off Van for a moment…

Suddenly, Van goes flying as Ryan Michaels barrels into him with a double axe handle. The Wildman goes down, and Michaels unloads kick after kick on him, before dragging him to his feet. He walks him down the rampway again, before ringing his head sharply off the ring apron. He then rolls the disorientated Wildman back into the ring. As Van starts to climb to unsteady legs, Valentine pushes past the referee, hitting a HEARTBREAKER on the former-World Champion. Quick as a flash, she climbs to the top rope, leaping off and driving a VALENTINE’S MASSACRE into Van. She shoots the half Nelson, into a pin cover: 1…2…3! The official calls for the bell, and instantly Valentine is out of the ring, aiming a slap at Lisa… which turns out to be a feint, though Lisa dodges backwards from it anyway, tumbling over her chair into a heap.

Meanwhile, Ryan has slid into the ring, and hauls The Wildman to his knees. He lifts Van’s blurry eyes to look at him, before speaking into a mic.

MICHAELS: Like, Van. This is The Steel City Kru like, totally putting you on notice. We’re cashing in our rematch clause, like, at Mega Battle. So you might have thought you were, like, facing those Southern Cum-fart wieners… but we’re pushing them aside. Cause ya know what? It like totally PAYS to be ELITE!

With that, he hoists Van fully up, before drilling him into the canvas with a FIREBALL. He then stands over the fallen Wildman, soaking in the boos of the crowd. Suddenly, he darts form the ring as Donnie Donington rushes down, wielding a steel chair. He then stands protectively over Van, as we go to commercial.

We return from commercial backstage, in the locker room of a jubilant ELITE, although noticeable by their absence are Max Cameron and Marco. Suddenly, the door burst open, to reveal Bill Masters.

RICHTER: Don’t you knock, Masters?

MASTERS: My arena, my rules. Which is kinda what I wanted to speak to you about.

RICHTER: Oh yeah? So when do I get my shot at the Northern Championship?

MASTERS: Well, what I was going to say is that I’ve made the match official; at Mega Battle, The Steel City Kru will face the UcW Tag Team Champions, with the titles on the line!

Lee and Ryan high-five.

RICHTER: And my title shot?

MASTERS: But obviously, since we crowned Southern Comfort the number one contenders last week, we have a small problem. So next week, at the historic 20^th Edition of Revenge, they will get their championship match against Van Wyld and Donnie Donington. So you could well end up facing them at Mega Battle.

MICHAELS: We don’t, like, care who has the titles. No one is the true Tag Champions unless it’s, like, us. If we have to beat Southern Cum-Fart… whatever, dude!

RICHTER: And when will my title shot be, Masters?

Bill blinks a couple of times.

MASTERS: Oh, sorry, Jonny, didn’t even see you there. Yes, you’ll be having a match at Revenge too. Against KardiaK!

Jonny explodes.

RICHTER: KardiaK? KARDIAK? KARDIAK?!? What’s that all about, idiot? I demand you name me number one contender for the Northern Championship right now, and schedule my match against Jorgenson for Revenge.

MASTERS: Ah, now see, here’s the thing; like I said before, this is my arena. My company. And I decide who gets title shots. You want a title shot, tell me what you’ve done to deserve it?

RICHTER: I’m a five-time UcW Super…

Bill talks right over him.

MASTERS: You haven’t won a match this year, Jonny. Ever since you lost that title, you’ve failed in everything you’ve done. So tell me again, why do you deserve a shot at the Northern title?

For once, Richter is speechless.

MASTERS: That’s what I thought. You want to compete for the Northern Wrestling Championship, you’ve got to earn it. And right now, that means you start at the bottom. You want to move up, you’ve got to beat someone who’s making waves in that division. And right now, that’s KardiaK.

Jonny glowers at the boss, who just smiles at him.

MASTERS: See ya later, guys.

We cut back to ringside, to see Scavenger in the ring, as HIS MUSIC (whatever that is) plays.

The lights dim and there is nothing but a murmur from the crowd. Suddenly, “I Don’t Wanna Stop” by Ozzy Osbourne can be heard booming throughout the arena. Xtreme steps out onto the ramp. The lights of the arena are now a dim red glow. Smoke rolls off the stage and down the ramp. Xtreme walks to the ring with a look of concentration on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he slides in and stands in the center…waiting.

WIN OR YOU’RE GONE
SCAVENGER vs. DYLAN FORD

Both men seem to understand that their fledgling UcW careers are on the line, and seem to feel the weight of it as they circle around each other. They go for a tie-up, jostling for position. Scavenger gets it, pushing Ford back into the corner. The referee calls for the break, and Scavenger gives it… but Ford slaps him right across the features. Scavenger barrels back with rights and lefts, causing the official to step in between them and pull Scav into the middle of the ring for an admonishment. Scavenger listens to only as much as he needs to, before rushing Ford again and lashing out with rights and lefts. Only this time, before for the referee can intervene, Ford flashes out a thumb to Scav’s eyes, momentarily blinding him. Scavenger staggers back into the middle of the ring, and Ford rushes him… only for Scavenger to catch him with HIS FINISHER (whatever that is) and drill him into the mat. Scavenger goes for the cover: 1…2…3---YES! The official calls for the bell, and Ford is out of a job. Scavenger’s MUSIC (whatever that is) plays again, and a chant of “CHAIR, CHAIR, CHAIR!” starts up from the crowd. Scavenger hears it, rolling from the ring and grabbing his trademark chair before sliding back in. The referee tries to talk Scav out of it, but he’s not having any of it. Ford rises to his feet again, and Scavenger connects with a going away present for Xtreme. He then heads up the ramp, with the “CHAIR, CHAIR, CHAIR” chant following him.

The lights dim, and the guitar intro to Live Wire picks up. Strobe lights start flashing, and Adrian and Chad sprint out to the ring. They pose on the turnbuckle, throwing up their horns, and then wait for their opponents to head out.

A lone guitar starts up rather quietly, playing alone for about 10 seconds before a second guitar kicks in, then the drums start to build up, and at the 24 seconds mark the music kicks in hard as Lord David bursts out from the back, headbanging as he does so with Prana Devil bringing up the rear as he walks out grinning wildly. As the music continues to play Lord David runs around the entrance area air guitaring and headbanging further until the lyrics start up leaving him to mouth the words as the duo start to walk towards the ring, Lord David bouncing around as he "sings" while Prana just smiles as he walks towards the ring waving to the fans. They approach the ring and Prana starts walking around it, waving to the fans as he goes, while Lord David jumps right up onto the apron, still singing along to the song as he does so. Lord David faces the entranceway while on the apron and hooks both arms around the top rope, still singing of course as Prana approaches the steps on the opposite side of the ring and climbs them. Lord David quickly dives up onto the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring and begins headbanging and air guitaring up there, while Prana steps through the ropes and looks over at Lord David. Lord David jumps down from the top turnbuckle and resumes his air guitaring as he walks around the ring. Prana removes his jacket to hand to the referee before watching Lord David continue to air guitar and headbang until the music fades out, forcing him to remove his jacket and actually prepare for his match.

TAG TEAM MATCH
SUICIDE SKATE SQUAD vs. UNHOLY ALLIANCE

It’s Chad to start things off for his team. Prana tries to be the opener for UA, but His Lordship stops him, saying he doesn’t want any of their opponents to “die tonight.” Prana looks glum, but follows the instructions. LD meets Chad in the middle of the ring, tying up with his opponent. He overpowers the new-attitude Chad, before whipping him across the ring. He aims a clothesline at Chad, who ducks right under it, rebounding from the other ropes and aiming a picture perfect dropkick at the chest of David. Lord David pops back to his feet, and Chad sends him over with an armdrag, before hyper extending the arm of his opponent. Lord David fights against it, pushing himself to his feet, and aiming a couple of elbows at Chad’s midsection, creating a bit of distance… before Chad grabs a handful of long hair and yanks David off his feet, keeping the arm extended.

Again, David starts to struggle to his feet, but again Chad grabs the hair and yanks His Lordship from his feet once more. The referee sees it this time, and admonishes Gillian. Chad jaw-jacks with the official, all the while keeping the arm of arm extended. For a third time, Lord David starts to struggle to his feet, aiming elbows at Gillian’s gut. Chad reaches for a handful of hair, but David suddenly breaks the grip, drilling his opponent with a DROP THE BOMB. Chad staggers back to his feet, and David unloads PSYCHO on him. He then staggers to his corner, making a desperation tag to Prana, just as Chad makes the tag to Adrian. Prana hits the ring in flurry, aiming rights and lefts at the charging Adrian. Thomas shoves him back, before rushing in… to a scoopslam. Cover by Prana: 1… kickout by Adrian.

As the pair rise, Prana sweeps the legs out from under Adrian, before dropping into a cover: 1…2… Adrian pushes him off, coming to his feet in an instant, and sweeping Prana’s legs. He drops down into a cover: 1…2… Prana is able to shove Adrian off him. Both men come to their feet, and Prana goes for another sweep – only for Adrian to move aside, causing Prana to sweep the legs out from under the official. He drops down into a cover, and Adrian drops for the count: 1…2…3--- Adrian starts to signal to the time keeper. Prana pops to his feet, eyes wide and a big grin plastered on his features, pumping his hand in victory. He goes over to the ropes, oblivious to the shouts of Lord David… when Adrian pulls him into a schoolboy: 1…2…3---YES! The official calls for the bell, and Adrian slides quickly out of the ring to join Chad. Prana comes to his feet, confusion evident on his features as the referee explains to him what happened.

We see Jax and Jin backstage talking between themselves. After a moment, Bill Masters appears on the scene.

MASTERS: Ah, Jax, there you are. You don’t happen to have heard from Hilm recently?

JAX: Nah, mate. Been trying to call him all week, but just keep getting his voicemail.

MASTERS: Hmm, he’s missed a few appearances too. I hate to break this to you guys, but you might be one man short tonight.

Jin curses in Japanese.

MASTERS: Oh, and tell you friend that if he doesn’t show up next week, he’ll be booked in a Win or you’re Gone match.

Bill walks off, leaving Jax and Jin looking upset.

The show returns from commercial to see The Front Line already in the ring, with Jax and Jin Matushi on the outside.

The lights dim, but not to complete darkness. Then, the chugging guitar riff of "Walk" starts up, and soon there after, 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. 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. 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 with Jax and Matushi on his heels. The Frontline and Richter meet them, fists flying.

EIGHT MAN TAG
THE FRONT LINE vs. BROWN, JAX, MATUSHI, ~~HILM~~

As the two teams brawl, the referee tries to interject himself in the middle and restore some sort of order, but the fighters don’t seem to want to listen. After a moment of warring, Jax throws Kyle over the top ropes, followed swiftly by Richter – courtesy of Matushi – while in the other side of the ring Brown sends The Reformed tumbling over with a double clothesline. The three men then stand in the middle of the ring, while the audience cheers them on.

After a few moments, Brown and Jax take their places on the ring apron, leaving Jin to face off against Wright for The Front Line. The two tie up, jostling for position, but Wright – the bigger of the two – pushes back with a mighty heave, shoving Matushi onto his ass. The Shogun pops back to his feet, right back into a collar and elbow tie up, and again Wright heaves him back onto his ass. The former Crusader laughs evilly, gesturing for Jin to try it once again. Matushi comes in, tying up before slipping quickly behind before Wright can react, and takes him down to the canvas with a belly-to-back suplex. Wright clambers back to his feet, and Jin delivers a roundhouse kick to Christopher’s thigh, knotting the muscle up. Wright takes a few steps back, and Matushi unleashes another, and another. In desperation, Wright shoves at Jin, pushing him back before managing to make the tag to Carling. McMasterson leaps over the ropes and rushes Jin… who sends him over with a Japanese Armdrag. Carling comes to his feet, and Jin whips him into his teams corner, before charging in a delivering a flying elbow. He then makes the tag to Jax, who enters the ring to a sizable pop.

With Carling still in the corner, Jax unleashes some Dusty-style punches. He then allows Carling to stagger from the corner, before dropping him on the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Cover by the former-Northern Champion: 1…2… kickout by The Beacon. Jax drags Carling to his feet again, whipping him across the ropes. Jax doubles over for a backbody drop… but Carling pulls up short, driving a knee into Jax’s face Triple H-style. Jax staggers back, and Carling leaps across the ring to tag in Richter. Jonny explodes into the ring, dropping Jax with a clothesline. Jax comes back to his feet, and Richter blatantly rakes at his features. As Jax doubles over, Richter ignores the referee’s admonishment and drops The Underdog with a snapp DDT. As he shoots the half Nelson, he looks over at Kyle and says “This is how you pin this guy!” 1…2… kickout by Jax. On the apron, Jorgenson just smiles wryly. Richter drags Jax to his feet again, before walking him to The Front Line’s corner, and making a tag to Wright again. The big man enters the ring, hoisting Jax up into a Military press before dumping him unceremoniously onto the mat. He then places a boot onto Jax’s chest: 1…2… kickout by Jax. Wright holds out a hand, tagging in the new Northern Champion for the first time in the match. Kyle saunters in confidently, dragging Jax to his feet. He cups his rivals face, before rearing back and spitting right in it. Enraged, Jax’s teammates try to storm the ring, but the referee cuts them off. With his back now turned, he misses Kyle shove Jax into his corner, and Carling wrap the tag rope around his throat. As The Beacon chokes out Jax, Kyle unleashes a bunch of fists to his opponent’s gut, exploding what little air is left in his lungs. As the referee returns his attention to the action, Carling releases the tag rope, holding his hands up and acting all innocent. The official stomps over the see what was going on, and Kyle makes a tag to Wright, despite the demands from Richter.

The big man enters the ring again, dragging the coughing Jax to the middle of the ring. Irish whip from The Crusader sends Jax into the corner and Wright follows in with a huge Avalanche splash. Jax staggers from the corner, punch drunk, and Wright whips him into the opposite corner. Again, Wright roars in for a splash… but Jax dives aside, and Christopher hits the turnbuckle at full speed. He goes down in a heap, next to Jax. The referee starts to count them both down: 1…2…3…4… they start to crawl towards their respective corners, but Jax is a looooong way from his …5…6…7…8… Wright makes the tag to Richter, who hits the ring at the exact second that Jax makes the hot tag to the pumped Brown. Brown hurls himself into the ring, and Richter sees him coming, turns on the dime and tags Kyle before getting the hell out of the ring. Jorgenson watches him go up the ramp, a look of shock on his face, before Brown is there, hauling him into the ring.

Brown batters at Kyle with rights and lefts, before whipping him off the ropes. As Kyle hurtles back, Brown catches him with a FATAL ERROR. Cover by Brown: 1…2… kickout by the Northern Champion. The UcW Superstar drags him back to his feet, before dumping him into the mat with a DEVIL DROP, before stepping onto the ring apron. He launches himself over with a BACKLASH. Cover by Brown: 1…2…3---NO!!! Broken up as Wright and McMasterson hit the ring. Suddenly, Jax and Jin rush the ring, brawling against the Front Line. In less time than it takes to tell, all four men tumble out onto the arena floor and continuing their brawl, leaving only Brown and Jorgenson alone in the ring. Brown hauls Kyle upright, before lifting him for a DEVIL DRIV… Kyle rakes the face, causing Brown to put him down and clutch at his features. Brown staggers round, and Kyle unleashes STRIKE FORCE on him. Cover by Jorgenson: 1…2…3---NO!!! Kickout by Brown. Kyle rises, gesturing desperately for Brown to rise so he can finish him off… before he finds himself suddenly heading chest first into the turnbuckle: MESSIAH PLEX by Richter, who appears back in the ring as if from nowhere, and then disappears just as quickly leaving both men down.

The referee checks on both men, before starting a count: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8… the two men make it to their feet, Kyle taking some heavy shots at Brown face… before one gets blocked. Before Jorgenson can react, Brown hosts him onto his shoulders… DEVIL DRIVER. A cover by Brown: 1…2…3---YES! It’s enough, and the bell sounds making the UcW Superstar the winner. Kyle rolls gingerly to the outside of the ring where he meets the rest of the Front Line, to leave Brown, Jax and Jin to celebrate in the ring. The final shot is of Jonny Richter stood on the top of the rampway, grinning evilly.