XWA Revenge - 27th June

[Johawn]

As the scene fades in, there is a small wooden table with a leg wearing blue jeans in sight behind it

Voice:

[/color] I don’t usually do this whole ‘talking to a camera’ thing...

With a gentle clink a small whiskey glass is put down on the table, the ice cubes in the glass rattling delicately as they roll around the glass

Voice:[/color] It’s not really my style, ya know...?

As the camera starts to slowly pan up the figure it zooms out slowly

Voice:[/color] It’s always seemed a bit pansy, ya know...?

Draped over the lap of the figure is the XWA World Championship, making it fairly obvious who the man in the shot is, finally the figure is fully shown to be Ciaren

Ciaren:[/color] I felt I had to say this though... We’ve come a long way haven’t we Rosie.

Ciaren laughs out loud to himself

Ciaren:[/color] Did ya know that Revenge will actually be 6 years since we first met. Me stumbling round, falling over, winning matches by sheer luck and this hard head of mine. I guess not much has changed there... Other than the stumbling around I guess...

Ciaren’s face turns slightly more serious, although there is still obvious affection in his voice as he speaks

Ciaren:[/color] What about you though pal? You were a happy go lucky kinda fella, jumping all over the place, eager to please, yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. You loved those people and you loved them... I guess you could say there’s been a big change there... You’ve turned into a bit of a mean bastard haven’t you?

Still speaking with affection, his face softens as he lifts his glass and takes a small sip of the golden liquid. Before putting the glass back down he breathes in and out slowly savoring the taste

Ciaren:[/color] Although... things between us haven’t changed. You still laugh at me if I throw up on a night out, I still have to shove you into a taxi if you’ve had too much. We still go watch the football together and shout at the TV. You’ve always been my boy here and I’ve always had your back... It’s not had to have been an obvious thing... We’ve not been all over the camera with it, we’ve never had to...

Out of the blue Ciaren laughs again his face lighting up with emotion

Ciaren:[/color] Remember our first tag match where you were trying to teach me how to do a body slam... a clothesline... a dropkick, pretty much anything you tried to get me to do would end with me shout “Baaaastard” and swinging a wild haymaker. I must have been a right pain in the arse... you stuck with me though... and look at us know.

The edge of humour fades from his voice as he looks directly into the camera

Ciaren:[/color] The joke Ciaren Donegan has become the world champ and the Mid Card Wonder, trapped beneath a glass ceiling Dark Rose... has become the rampaging, the superstar destroying, the mean motherfucker, Rose... This title means the world to me, I feel honored and privileged that I can put it on the line against you... I know you will give it your best shot, you know damn well that I will as well... If anyone has to take this away from me, I hope it’s you, brother...

Lifting his glass from the table Ciaren drains the rest of his glass as the scene fades to black

The turning point is now,
You will not be my demise,
I will uplift my spirit,
And spring to your surprise.

MadDog stares straight at you. Around him various images of familiar XWA stars flicker, but they’re purely peripherary next to the imposing, angry looking figure of the legend.

No longer will you hurt me,
No more pain will I feel,
This day will end my sorrows,
And break that holy seal.

The scene is sliced right down the middle and torn apart as Tempest steps into focus. He smiles mischievously as more stars flicker around him. The figures of Hutton Brown and Johnny Valentine fill the screen for the slightest of moments.

My emotions will flow with hatred,
And death you will meet,
Through this day of reckoning I have realized,
Revenge through success is sweet.

In front of them, another hulking figure emerges. The huge form, the angry snarl and especially the shovel are instantly recognisable, as Vestal lets out a cold, cruel laugh as he raises the shovel and swings it straight into the screen, filling our view.



And the deceptively bouncy sound of Only by Nine Inch Nails rings through the arena as a packed United Center is on their feet, more than ready for another XWA Pay-Per-View extravaganza! As always, John Pain and Mark Sanction are at ringside, but their words are almost drowned out by the enthusiastic response from the XWA Battlezone, as well as tonight’s theme song.

There is no you,
There is only me.

There is no you,
There is only me.

THERE IS NO FUCKING YOU!
There is only me.

Sanction:[/color] Will you listen to that, John!? Welcome to XWA Revenge, LIVE! From the United Center here in Chicago. What a night!

Pain:[/color] The biggest night in XWA history, for sure, Mark. Tonight is the night we crown a new champion! Rose is finally going to take what’s his!

Sanction:[/color] Don’t be counting your chickens yet, John! But, man, what a great contest that promises to be! What else do we have for the people tonight?

Pain:[/color] Who cares!?

Sanction:[/color] Fine. Whatever this idiot might think, we’ve got one hell of a show coming up! In tonight’s main event, Hutton Brown and Johnny Valentine’s issue will finally come to a head, in a steel cage!

Pain:[/color] Remind me again why that’s main eventing over our historic title match, Mark?

Sanction:[/color] Hutton and Valentine EARNED it, John, last week on Massacre.

Pain:[/color] Ridiculous.

Sanction:[/color] Along with that, and our title match, we’ll also see the NEW Legion take on the team of Dan Bennett and Jack Mercy in what promises to be an exciting tag team match. And we have two qualifying matches for the newly instated XWA Hardcore title! And, if all that action wasn’t enough, Vestal is HERE tonight! He’ll be meeting old nemesis Tempest in tonight’s Shovel Shot!

Pain:[/color] Vestal’s gonna kill him!

Sanction:[/color] It’s an interview, John. Call me naïve, but I like to see a good talk between two masters of the game. Anyway! Without further ado, let’s get underway!

Bennett walks down the rampway with no music and a medium pop from the crowd. The people recognize him and have not seen him in person for a long time. He looks around and acknowledges them all, before rolling into and standing up in the ring. He requests a microphone and is quickly given one by a nearby camera crewman and walks to the center of the ring, beginning to speak.

Bennett:[/color] Hello, XWA universe... If you don't remember me, I don't blame you. I haven't been on Television in a while. I've had family issues to deal with, and... Well... How about I let her come and tell you about it?

Bennett rolls out of the ring as Starstruck by Lady GaGa begins playing over the tron to nearly no reaction. He walks halfway up the ramp and Danielle begins walking down it at the same time. He grabs her hand as she walks to him and they both proceed to the ring. Bennett walks up the staircase near the ramp and Danielle follows, Bennett holding the middle rope down and pushing the top rope up for Danielle. As they both enter the ring, Bennett Hands her the Microphone and she looks at him for a minute, then looks into the audience, now slightly cheering.

Danielle:[/color] Hey XWA Universe!

Strangely enough, even though people's opinions are varied on Dan Bennett, they are all on board with the beautiful woman in the ring and a majority of the crowd drown out the few boos with cheers! She puts her non-mic hand up for a few seconds, waving and smiling at the people. She brings her hand down and looks into the camera, smiling ear to ear.

Danielle:[/color] Hey, I came out to let you know that Natalie, our baby, is doing just fine! Also, if the graphics guy could do me the sweetest favor...

Tag Team Match!

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Diamond Jack Sabbath & Hazard vs. Jack Mercy & Dan Bennett

Jack Sabbath's friends have been deserting him left and right, all except for his new partner, Jack Hazzard. Its the New Legion versus the world when the XWA's first official new era Tag Team takes on the returning Dan Bennett and his partner Jack Mercy.
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Danielle:[/color] Yeah, that match right there...is not going to happen...at least not like that.

The people give this a mixed reaction, and she hands the mic back to Bennett to clarify just what this outrageous claim means to that match...

Bennett:[/color] Well, what she means is... I am taking a leave of absense, starting right now.

Whatever people were left on his side, they quickly turn on him and rain down boos on the two. Danielle immediately shows a face of utter shock and disbelief, and turns to Bennett and they talk for a minute before Bennett continues on.

Bennett:[/color] Hey, now don't think she and I didn't discuss this. I have my baby to think of and Danielle will need my help with her, at least for a little while. Now I have to tell you people out there, Carmen gave me the leave of absense as a gift for the baby... And as a wedding gift to Danielle and myself, she allowed me to pick a replacement for myself in that match. She gave me a list of potential replacements for myself and throughout the XWA I found 1 person up to the job... Well, Hazard and Diamond, here is who I picked to replace myself in that match...

Bennett's picture and name slowly vanish out of the match on the tron, and a new name and face slowly fade into view, causing the fans to go crazy when they see the face of the replacement wrestler!

Tag Team Match!

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Diamond Jack Sabbath & Hazard vs. Jack Mercy & Nightmare
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Bennett smirks as the face of the newest and most mysterious wrestler appears in his place. Bennett and Danielle hug and the guitar and machinations of Butterfly Coma begin blaring over the titan, the audience very pleased to finally see the man with the facepaint on, now known as Nightmare by the card on the screen, in action for the first official time in the XWA. The couple in the ring leave the same way they came in, Bennett holding the ropes down and Danielle going through them and leaving hand-in-hand. We go to the back

Camera cut to a shot of the backstage area where Tom Katerra, the TomKat, new recruit to the XWA, is making his way towards the stage. He is dressed in wrestling gear, though his legs are covered by his dark warmups and his eyes are hidden by dark sunglasses. He seems grim, intent on his own mental preparation, and seems slightly surprised that the curvaceous Sarah Michaels, XWA backstage interviewer, picks just this moment to fullfill her duties. She boldly steps into his path, her dress straining against both her motion and her ample bosoms as she shoves a microphone in his face.


Sarah:[/color] Tom. TomKat!? Can I have a word with you before your match with the Demolitionist, Drake Dysfunction?


TomKat comes up short, one eyebrow raising as it peeks over the top of his glasses. He cocks his head slightly.


TomKat:[/color] A word?


Sarah:[/color] Uh huh. A word.


TomKat makes a show of looking her toned and well put together body up and down, likely undressing her with his eyes behind his shades.


TomKat:[/color] Slut.


The audience pops as TomKat then pushes past the shocked and blushing interviewer to continue towards the ring, leaving her speechless.

In the XWA locker room, Drake Dysfunction is getting ready for the third match of his XWA career. A few weeks back on Massacre, he scored a win in the winning column in his win/loss record, tying up with his one single loss thanks to the XWA Champion Ciaren Donegan on last months Massacre. He's now 1 to 1 with no ties whatsoever, and tonight he looks to make it 2 to 1 as he plans to defeat his opponent tonight; XWA debuting star TomCat, who's looking to make an impact and go to the top ranks and become champion just like Drake here. Drake's busy sitting on a bench in front of his locker, placing a black beanie on his head, and it looks like this:



On the beanie, this decorative written version of his name is seen on it:




Drake has his usual black trench coat on with his black wrestling trunks that has the same Dysfunction design on the frontal part. He has his black boots on with the Dysfunction design on the side of each boot. He's officially ready to go out there and kick some ass. With his big win over Hazard a few weeks ago, he's got the momentum he needs to guide him in his first ever Pay-Per-View match. Not only that, but it's a Qualifying Match for the new Hardcore Title. Finally, he gets a chance at gold, and he's definitely not going to pass it up. Drake finishes preparation for his match and then stands up from the bench and walks to the door. Suddenly, a knock is heard on the door just as Drake's about to open it. He opens it anyways and sees Holly Hunt.



Drake is captivated by her outfit and how good she looks. Holly must be here for an interview before his match.

Holly: Drake! Glad I caught you before your big match!

Drake:[/color] You actually caught me before I walked out of this door. An interview perha-

Holly jumps in, interrupting him

Holly: Yes! That's why I'm here!! I'm an interviewer! That's my job! No one does it better than m-

Drake:[/color] Calm down, woman! Sheesh, you play with your nose much?

By saying this, Drake's implying that she's a crack addict. Holly responds to this

Holly: NO! What makes you say that?!

Drake:[/color] Well, you seem a bit jumpy! Calm down! My match doesn't starts in, like, 15 minutes! The Revolution has time to spare!

After these words, Holly clams herself down and starts breathing smoothly.

Holly: Sorry about that. It's just that, with XWA under new management, I'm trying to do my job in the most best way I can so that Mr. Tempest won't fire me or something!

Drake:[/color] MR. Tempest?! (snickers a bit) Well, you certainly have the respect in place. 'Sides, he's got Vestal to worry about tonight... that is if he shows.... I dunno (shrugs).

Holly: Well that'll certainly be something! Anyways, about your match... how do you feel about getting an opportunity at the new Hardcore Title?

Drake gives her a look that says Are you shittin' me?

Drake:[/color] How do I feel? I feel effin' great! I mean, just three matches in and I get an opportunity like this?! Man, this is awesome. Thank you, Tempest! You've made the right decision!

Holly: Now, you do know that TomKat has an opportunity as well?

Drake:[/color] Um, of course I do! He's my opponent tonight and the person I just have to beat in order to become the No. 1 Contender! What kinda question is that?

Holly: I'm just stating that he's you're opponent and he could have a chance at it too.

Drake:[/color] He's not going to have a chance right after I'm done with him! I'm going to annihilate him! I'm going to brutally slay him! I'm going to publicly humiliate him in front of the whole world!! I--

: Shut it!

This sudden outburst comes from behind Drake. He stands there, frozen in place as he turns around slowly and then stands face-to-face with his opponent for tonight; TomKat!



TomKat's wearing his black shorts with his TomKat logo on the back, his black knee and elbow pads with the same TomKat logo on it, along with his black boots and black leather vest with the TomKat logo on the back of the vest. He looks ready to go and ready for his first fight in the XWA, but first he gets to deal with this man in person before they meet in the ring.

TomKat:[/color] You know? Since it's my first time being here in this place, I knew for a fact that they weren't going to go easy on the new guy. Then again, I had no idea that there were people here who talk behind people's backs, and you loook like you're the type that does it constantly. You don't have to do that anymore because I'm standing right here. So, you might as well say what you have to say about me right now to my face while you can still talk.

Drake lets out a little smile of sarcasm and even does a little laugh to himself before speaking

Drake:[/color] Heh heh. Sorry, but that last part made me laugh a little. 'Say what I have to say while I can?' Really, I've heard it all before. Those independent bastards can be a real pain in the ass, but only a few make it to the big leagues. Take me for example! I made it here because I didn't let people that talk shit stop me. And tonight... is a really good example of that. I'm not going to let you stop me from getting what I want.

TomKat smiles back at Drake

TomKat:[/color] Well, well, well! I guess the feeling's mutual, then. We'll see who stops who, but in my opinion, you don't stand a chance! You might have gotten one win under your belt, but I'm getting my win tonight and be one step closer to fulfilling the dream that you'll never have....

All of a sudden, following TomKat's comment is a huge headbutt (I guess you can say Ciaren style) to TomKat's head and TomKat is dazed as he staggers a few inches away from Drake, bent downwards with his hands covering his head.

The cameraman stands outside of the door watching this whole thing unfold. Live! in the arena, the fans in attendance start booing at the new-found bully of a man that is Drake Dysfunction as he does this to the new guy.

Following that headbutt, Drake reaches over and grabs TomKat by the head, hooking it in a front facelock before hooking the leg, lifting him up in the air and then connecting with the Fisherman Suplex.



TomKat then starts to favor his neck, clenching it with his hands. Drake starts to laugh, feeling proud of what he's done.

Holly Hunt: Oh my God! What are you doing?!

Drake directs his attention to a downed TomKat

Drake:[/color] You gotta be hardcore if you want to be the Hardcore Champion!

He lets out a laugh with his hands fists to his sides, perhaps a tribute to EC F'N W before he walks out of the locker room. Just as he does, security arrives with Holly Hunt leading them and the arrive at the locker room area where TomKat is still down. Security try to help TomKat, but TomKat gets up on his own, storming out of the locker room.

RINGSIDE

Meanwhile, J. Pain and Mark Sanction are at ringside.

Pain:[/color] Now I don't know about you, Sanction, but that was pretty smart by Demo!

Sanction:[/color] Care to explain, J?

Pain:[/color] Well, I figured that since you and I are both former wrestlers, we understand the meaning behind Drake's actions. But your older now and it's probably around that time where you start to forget things, so I'll be happy to enlighten you! Drake attacked his opponent before the match even started. This means that it throws this TomKat fellow off his A-game and gives Drake some type of advantage! I mean, did ya see that Fisherman Suplex?! He almost broke the guy's neck!

Sanction:[/color] Well at least he's okay! That way he can get some revenge on what Demo just did! The way I see it, Drake has ignited a flame in TomKat that he did not want to ignite! TomKat has to be pumped up and ready to go by now!

Pain:[/color] Or he could be hurting and if he's not careful and doesn't get control over his anger, he might open the door that leads to victory for Drake Dysfunction!

Just then, the titantron cuts to a scene which shows TomKat stormin' about through the halls, shouting out Drake's name. Common sense will tell you that he wants a piece of Drake Dysfunction after what he did to him in the locker room.

TomKat:[/color] Come out, you coward!

Meanwhile in the arena, the fans are at the edge of their seats waiting to see what happens until suddenly, a familiar music is heard and the scenery with TomKat being on the hunt for The Demoitionist is replaced with Drake Dysfunction's titantron video.

Pain:[/color] Well, I guess we found Drake!



LISTEN!
IT'S TIME
(Yeah, you know it's time for revolution)
IT'S TIME
(I'll give you proper execution)
IT'S TIME
('Cause you're a broken institution)
IT'S TIME
(And I'm the natural evolution)

Sanction:[/color] It looks like this qualifying match is going to happen right now!

Mark Sanction is correct as Keri Thames looks at the ref in confusion, asking what's going on, but she just goes ahead and speaks into the mic that's in her hand.

Thames:[/color] Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is a Qualifying Match for the NEW Hardcore Championship, and it is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first from Los Angeles, California weighing in at 217 lbs! The Demolitionist! DRAKE DYYYYYSFUNCTION!!!

The fans are confused as the man behind TomKat's assault is coming out to the ring! Some might say that this is cowardice....... or is it? Anyway, the lights die down 'till the arena is completely dark. White smoke surrounds the entrance stage before Drake walks out to his music: It's Time composed by Jim Johnston. Oh it's time alright! It's time for Drake to win this No. 1 Contender's match for the Hardcore title. Red strobe lights go off at the stage as well, making the smoke turn into somewhat of a reddish color. Then, The Demolitionist emerges from behind the black curtain and walks out with that same Hulkamania-like swagger we've been seeing for weeks now. He has come to call it the revolutionary strut as he comes out with his hands to his sides like he's cruisin'. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp after that revolutionary strut and then spreads his legs apart from each other and shoots his two hands up in the air doing rock-on poses (\m/) as a whole bunch of red and green pyrotechnics go off behind him (Like The Rated R Superstar's). After the pyrotechnics die down, Dysfunction walks down the ramp with a cocky smile on his face and ignoring the front-row fans holding out their hands. He's not only smiling about what he did moments ago, he's smiling because he's confident on winning tonight. He stops at the end of the ramp, ducks down and gets right-side up again with his arms spread apart from each other like The Phenomenal AJ Styles does. After this awesome pose, he walks over to the steel steps and quickly jogs up the steps. He walks across the apron and then enters the ring through the middle rope, the edge of his black trench coat trailing across rope. He walks to one of the corners of the ring and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air with the same rock-on poses he showed Chicago at the entrance stage. He jumps back down to the mat and instead of waiting in the corner for his opponents like he usually does, he walks to the center of the ring and snatches the mic from Keri Thames. He then proceeds to speak into it.

Drake:[/color] Alright, Tommy, I guess you don't have to keep tearing up the backstage area trying to look for me and get payback on what I did to you, but like I said, I don't let people that talk shit stop me from getting to the top! And tonight, I'm going to finish what I started in that locker room.... by kickin' your ass! Now if you want some of this... if you want some of the revolution, then come down here and take your beating like a man!

You can hear some boos directed towards Drake Dysfunction.

Drake:[/color] I don't care if I have one win under my belt! I know that I'll beat this guy to qualify for the Hardcore Title Match that was always meant to be mine. I am destined to become a champion, and that's exactly what I'm going to b-



The opening instrumental to the song Riot by Canadian rock/metal band Three Days Grace begins to play throughout the United Center, which then leads into the actual lyrics of the song sung by Adam Gontier. Illinois has never heard this song as the theme for an XWA Superstar before, so they're guessing that it could be the man that Drake's supposed to face tonight. The lights in the United Center begin to change to various, vibrant colors such as light green, white, and light blue.

If you feel so empty, so used up, so left out
If you feel so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on


Thames:[/color] And his opponent from Houston, Texas weighing in at 236 lbs! The Rock & Roll Warrior! TOMKAT!!!

TomKat comes out with a frown on his face. You can barely tell, but he's glaring at Drake Dysfunction, who now has his arms crossed and is leaning on the top rope that's positioned directly in-front of the entrance ramp. He has a smile on his face as he reaches his hand out, turns it upside down with his hand open and then opens and closes it about 3 times (like what Neo does in the Matrix films). TomKat wears the same attire we saw him wear in the locker room where he got suplex'd. The fans in Chicago begin to sing along to Riot as TomKat begins to walk down the ramp.

You're not the only one refusing to back down
You're not the only one SO GET UP!!!

LET'S START A RIOT... A RIOT!!!
LET'S START A RIOT!!!

The fans sing that line twice, following Adam Gontier as his voice can be heard throughout the arena. TomKat stops at the end of the ramp before he leaps up onto the ring apron causing a two huge pyro explosion to burst out of the top of each steel ring post. He forcefully gets in the ring placing one foot in and then letting his whole body go in. Once he's in, Riot ends and Kirk Samson shouts RING THE BELL! The timekeeper rings the bell, immediately starting the match!
DING DING DING


As soon as the bell is rung, TomKat goes sprinting towards Drake Dysfunction who's busy removing his black trench coat, not even worrying about that which he has on. Tom comes at him with a huge right hand blow to the temple and then follows up with the lefts and rights. TomKat grabs the trench coat and yanks it off of Drake, wraps it around the neck, and starts choking Drake out with it. Drake's coughing out chunks of spit before TomKat lifts Drake up using the trench coat and then uses the coat to throw Drake (Hernandez style), sending him flying to the other side of the ring landing in a split-legged seated position, making him cover his crotch because of the impact.

Pain:[/color] Oh man! That HAD to hurt!

Drake falls sideways still favoring the crotch and TomKat wastes no time as he runs and baseball slides Drake Dysfunction into the ring post, midsection-first right after he removes his black, leather vest. He tosses the leather vest out of the ring along with his shades. TomKat then applies the pressure on the midsection by pressing his boot into Drake's back, grabbing onto the turnbuckles for extra leverage. Referee Samson stands next to TomKat and does a 5-count

Samson:[/color] 1....2....3!

TomKat takes his boot off of Drake's back and Drake slides out to the outside, favoring his midsection with both arms wrapped around it. TomKat starts measuring Drake and then runs towards the ring ropes, rebounding off of them and then sending himself flying up and over the top rope. Drake looks up in the air and sees TomKat flyin', performing a perfectly executed front flip senton (AJ Styles version) to him. Both men crash and burn on the floor and the fans on that side go ballistic chanting That was awesome! repeatedly, along with some hand claps to go with it!

Sanction:[/color] Nice move by TomKat as he takes the early advantage in this match so far! What does he call himself? The Rock & Roll Warrior?

Pain:[/color] He's definitely rockin' and rollin' alright!

TomKat gets up to his feet and automatically goes on the offense. Drake's on all-fours right now trying to get up. TomKat grabs him by the head and locks in a front facelock, aiding Drake in standing up. TomKat slides Drake in and Drake now lies on his back in the ring. TomKat leaps up onto the ring apron and has a hold on the ropes with both hands. He catapults himself onto the top rope, jumps off of the top rope and connects with a Flying Legdrop across Drake Dysfunction's chest.


TomKat goes for a quick cover and Samson counts it.

Pain:[/color] Nice legdrop! Here's the cover!

Samson:[/color] One.....

And Drake Dysfunction gets the shoulder up, keeping him in this match-up. TomKat stands up and reaches down, pulling the beanie off of Drake's head and placing on his own head. He starts walking around the ring in a goofy style making faces and such, mocking The Demolitionist! He even does the revolutionary strut! Drake sees this and jumps up to his feet (what Shawn Michaels does after the Flying Elbow Drop). Just as this obnoxious kid from Houston, Texas turns around, Drake goes for the Drake Kick, but he misses the impact as TomKat quickly sidesteps it and ultimately counters it with the German Suplex.

TomKat releases this German Suplex after he hoists him off of the mat and Drake lands on the top of his head and ultimately ends up lying on his belly on the mat.

Sanction:[/color] Oh man!!!! That sick suplex looks like it knocked Drake out. His neck could be broken!

Pain:[/color] Nice move on TomKat's part! This is a perfect chance for pin! Will he take it?

TomKat walks over to a downed Drake Dysfunction and turns him on his back. Instead of going for the quick 1-2-3, he walks over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles 'til he is perched on top. He stands up on the top turnbuckle with great balance before jumping off into the Diving Somersault Leg Drop known as the Houston Hangover!! The fans in the United Center go crazy after that awesome move by TomKat! He just drove his heel into Drake's forehead. Drake's now favoring his forehead, of course, and TomKat goes for the pin, but Drake has rolled to the outside and favors his head in front of the announcers table, his arms wrapped around his head as he staggers around almost falling down a couple of times! TomKat is surprised that THAT didn't even do it! TomKat catapults over the rope, landing on the apron and then jumps off the apron and does some kind of Pelé kick to Drake Dysfunction, who ultimately falls down like a sack of potatoes directly behind TomKat who lands on the back of his neck after that impressive high-flying move! Both men are laid out in front of the announcers table and the fans are liking this action so far.

Sanction:[/color] WOAH!!!! That was fcking crazy!!!

Sanction takes pauses for a few seconds as the loud cheers of the fans is deafening!!!!

Sanction:[/color] That was absolutely fcking insane!!! Un-freakin'-believable!!!

Pain:[/color] THIS is why XWA is the best sht out there! I mean, the way these guys put their bodies on the line like that?! And to think that they do it for a paycheck at the end of the fcking show?!

Sanction:[/color] Screw the paycheck! They do it 'cause they love doing it! They love inflicting pain on each other! This is just awesome!

Rick Samson doesn't do a 10-count 'cause he's concerned with the safety of the two competitors. He, instead, exits the ring through the ropes, dropping down from the apron to the floor. He checks on the two laid-out men in front of the announcers table. TomKat comes to, but Drake looks like he's in a lot of pain. TomKat struggles to get to his feet as he attempts to lift himself up using the table for leverage. He reaches over and grabs Drake by the head with both of his hands. He's having a hard time getting him up to his feet because Drake Dysfunction is semi-dead weight right now. He's seemingly able to get to his feet but TomKat manages and places him on the announcers table.

Pain:[/color] Oh uh. What's TomKat doin' here?

TomKat starts to rain down some hard right hands to Drake before he walks over to the ring and gets up on the ring apron. He walks over to the ring post and climbs to the top. Looks like he's about to hit another high-flying maneuver, but this time, he looks to put Drake through the table. With that part figured out, the two announcers stand up from their seats to avoid danger.

Sanction:[/color] This is REALLY dangerous here!

Pain:[/color] Mark, I don't even think he cares! I mean, for his debut match, he's really showing us what he can do! This is an important night for this guy so he really needs to make an impact and impress!

Sanction:[/color] Well there's only one downfall to all this: I don't remember this being a Table's Match. He'll get disqualified if he and and Drake go through this table!

Pain:[/color] Well, yeah, there's that. It's good to see that the ref is doing his job, but it looks like he's not having the best of luck!

J. Pain is referring to referee Kirk Samson, who is trying to direct the traffic here as he starts screaming orders at TomKat, telling him to get down from there and that he he goes through the table, he'll be DQ'ed.

Pain:[/color] Trust me, this official will go as far as pushing Drake Dysfunction outta harms way before any damage is caused! Don't see why he's not counting these two men out, though...

Sanction:[/color] Really, you need to take off your sunglasses or something. I'm starting to think that you're literally blind and are not able to see that he's outside of the ring directing traffic!

Pain:[/color] Well DUH! 'Course I can see this bribe-takin' ref in front of me! Just look at how he's barking out orders, yet TomKat's not doing SHIT to listen to him! He does what he wa.....

Before J. Pain can finish his sentence, TomKat leaps in the air and hits a Double Foot stomp... landing on the table!!! Drake Dysfunction had rolled off the table right after TomKat had leaped in the air! The fans in Illinois go OHHHH!, signaling that it was a close call! TomKat is now frustrated 'cause he missed. Kirk Samson's not calling for the bell because no tables have been smashed and no one has been sent through one. Drake Dysfunction quickly grabs TomKat's legs and yanks them from under him, so to say, tripping him and causing him to fall back-first onto the table with a THUD. Drake Dysfunction then runs at the ring, leaps up onto the ring apron, then jumps off of the ring apron landing on TomKat's chest with a nice leg drop!! This causes Kirk to jump in excitement as if he just found out that he's getting lucky with Carmen King tonight! Drake's showing some of his high-flying skill here to a certain degree. He rolls off of TomKat and TomKat rolls off of the table, landing on the floor and favoring his chest. Drake quickly reaches down and grabs TomKat by his brown hair, yanking it and causing him to immediately stand to attention. After TomKat's on his feet, Drake gets him in a bear hug which then turns into a Belly to Belly attempt. He hoists him up in the air only to get locked in a front facelock which brings down Drake's momentum and also brings TomKat back down to the ground. He still has the facelock applied and then jumps in the air, looking for a jumping DDT, but when TomKat is airborne, Drake shoves his way outta the facelock therefore dodging the DDT. Drake follows up this shoving away with a kick to TomKat's midsection forcing Tommy to bend downwards, covering the midsection with his arms. While Kirk FINALLY starts the 10-count, Drake locks in the front facelock and then lifts TomKat up in the air, turning in a 180° fashion and then plants him down onto the announcers table with an Inverted suplex slam!



Right when TomKat hits the announcers table, he lets out a scream before turning over on his back and once again favoring the midsection. Drake's not done yet, though, as he runs at the ring, jumps up on the ring apron, then leaps into a leg drop on TomKat's head making him catapult off the table doing a back flip then finally falling flat on the floor belly-first. Samson's at a count of 6 and the announcers are seriously enjoying this action that is transpiring directly in front of them!

Pain:[/color] Oh ho ho man! This is the most insane thing I've ever seen! (Laughs chronically)

Sanction:[/color] You know it's like me to say 'Never say never,' but gosh, that...... that was just brutal! With that kind of impact, you know he's gotta have injured ribs by now!. He's gettin' killed!

Pain:[/color] No question about that! I mean, Drake's going freakin' insane right here!

Drake is soon standing on his feet after that sick Undertaker-style leg drop to The Rock & Roll Warrior. He reaches over for his head and grabs it, pulling him up to his feet. Drake then sends TomKat running into the ring and TomKat easily slides into the ring just as Kirk counts 8. Once TomKat's in the ring, he tries to get up but fails a couple of times as he keeps falling down. Drake immediately runs and slides into the ring after Tomkat just as Samson counts 9. Samson slides in after Drake does. He slides in just in time to see Drake standing in front of TomKat, who's on all-fours trying to get up. Drake prevents TomKat from getting up by driving the knee to the head, but TomKat's a fighter as he tries to get up again. Drake goes for another knee, but TomKat grabs his leg and then does a front take down, pulling on the knee and then forcing him down onto the mat with his right hand. He quickly gets up (still having hold of the leg) and performs a front flip. He lands into a bridge (pinning term) and is now pulling on the leg, hooking it in actuality. Samson sees the pin and counts it!

Samson:[/color] One... Two...

And Drake kicks out, forcing TomKat to release the grip he has on the hooked leg. Drake immediately springs up to his feet (HBK style), turns right 'round and goes for a midsection-aimed kick, but TomKat grabs the leg and does his own counter by tossing the leg to the side, spinning Drake in a 360° fashion! Drake goes for a Spinning heel kick, but TomKat ducks his head and Drake lands on his belly on the mat. TomKat, still with Drake's leg in his grasp, takes this opportunity that he has and begins twisting and wrenching Drake's leg with the Ankle lock! To keep TomKat from locking it in, Drake quickly crawls over to the bottom rope, in which Samson starts counting.

Samson:[/color] 1.....2.....3.....4

TomKat's just wrenching the ankle as hard as he can, but to keep himself from being DQ'ed, he can either release the hold or pull Drake away from the rope. Option 2 is what TomKat chooses as he yanks Drake away from the rope and he drags him to the center of the ring where he then drops down to the mat and wraps his two feet around the already-trapped ankle! He has now locked in the Ankle lock entirely! Drake's doing nothing but screaming as TomKat applies more pressure by twisting the ankle even more! While Drake screams in absolute pain, his hand is up in the air, signaling that he's about to tap out! His shot at the NEW Hardcore Title is in jeopardy! He tries to keep his chest off the mat and attempts to crawl to the side ropes to his right. He tries the best he can to drag himself over to the bottom rope, but isn't really having the best of luck at this point! Continuing the twisting of Drake's ankle is TomKat, who's losing patience in this as he starts to scream Tap out! TAP OUT! twice. Drake is inches away from reaching the bottom rope but before he has any luck grabbing it, TomKat releases the Ankle lock for a slight second in order to stand up and drag Drake back to the center of the ring. Drake manages to counter this by turning on his back and kicking TomKat away, making him bounce off the ropes. Drake manages to kick up again and go for a clothesline, but TomKat comes rebounding off the ropes into a Flying Forearm Smash for Drake Dysfunction! Drake's back smacks against the canvas, but this barely keeps him down as he jumps back up to his feet. When he turns around to face TomKat, who rebounds off the opposite ropes he previously came off of only to get kicked in the midsection. This causes TomKat to bend downwards. Drake then takes TomKat by the head and shoves it in-between his legs. He attempts to lift him up to his shoulders.... and he does! TomKat tries to fight outta this as he gives some hard, right-handed, continuous knocks to the head. Drake goes for the powerbomb, yet he's sorta dazed from those right-handed shots! Instead of a powerbomb, Chicago witnesses a a sick Dragonrana! This is a unique way to reverse a powerbomb attempt! Not just Kirk Samson and the commentators are amazed by this, but Illinois is screaming at the top of their lungs, their fists raised up high!

Fans in attendance: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

Pain:[/color] Holy shit is right!

Samson does the 3-count

Samson:[/color] One..... Two..... Thr......

And Drake barely gets outta that pinning predicament. After the impact that the Dragonrana made, he begins to cover the back of the neck with both hands. He makes his way over to the ropes and starts using them to get up while favoring his neck. TomKat's already up to his feet as he goes on the offense. Once Drake's up to his feet TomKat grabs hold of him and presses him against the ring ropes he used to pull himself up. He then irish whips him into the ropes opposite of where he's at and Drake rebounds off of these ropes. TomKat goes for a clothesline but Drake dodges and rebounds off the ropes behind TomKat at the same time TomKat rebounds off the ropes he whipped Drake into. Drake goes for what looks like a Big boot, but TomKat leap frogs over Drake. Drake stops in his tracks and turns to deal with TomKat only to get slammed hard on the mat with a nice Scoop Slam, but TomKat's not done here. TomKat reaches over and grabs him by the head with both hands. He assists Drake Dysfunction standing up and then quickly executes a Belly to Belly Suplex. Drake gets planted on the mat as TomKat raises his fists, posing for the fans in attendance. He stops wasting time as he drives his boot into his face, resulting in Drake covering his face. TomKat drags Drake to the center of the ring before he runs at the ropes, grabs onto the top rope, jumps off the bottom rope into a moonsault on Drake. This move is known by the Jericho-holics as the Lionsault.

Sanction:[/color] Beautiful move by TomKat! He could go for the pin here!

It looks like TomKat's ot going for the pin as he stands back up from that nicely executed springboard moonsault. He then makes a pose that could possibly mean the end is near. Well yeah, it's a good time to end the match because he can go for a pin right now, but it looks like he wants to end it his way. He grabs Drake (for possibly the last time in this match-up) by the head and helps him up to his feet (it's difficult, but he manages). He picks him up gets him in a position that looks like Drake's in a horizontal position across TomKat's body, setting up for the Swinging Side Slam that he calls the Katseye. He goes for the swing, but instead of connecting with the side slam, Drake lands on his feet after the swing and now stands behind him. He gets him from behind setting up for a belly to back suplex. Drake then flips him up in the air and just plants him down onto the mat, face-first with a move he calls the Aftershock!

Sanction:[/color] Woah! Great comeback by Drake Dysfunction. It looked as if the match was over as TomKat was going for..... well, I guesss it was his finishing maneuver. It looked like some kinda swinging side slam. He didn't connect with it, and now Drake's dominating yet again. This shows that Drake always finds a way to get back into the game! He's determined and always at his best in a match!

Drake follows on this with a quick pin.

Sanction:[/color] One.... Two.... Thr.....

And surprisingly, TomKat gets the shoulder up! After that nice Aftershock, Drake can't believe that TomKat has kicked out! He now knows what he has to do as he walks over to a downed Tomkat who's trying to get to his feet by using the ropes. Drake starts taunting TomKat by wiggling his fingers in the air (what Matt Hardy does before a Twist of Fate). TomKat manages to get up and stagger sideways towards Drake Dysfunction who grabs TomKat in a set-up for an STO. Drake is probably going for the move that we saw him beat Jack Hazard with a few weeks back! Just as he goes for the D-4, TomKat prevents this from happening by giving Drake some big elbow shots to the side of the head. This causes Drake let go of his STO hold and allows TomKat to quickly connect with his own STO as Drake's back just smacks against the mat with authority! Following that nice STO, TomKat screams out while having his fists to his sides (Tommy Dreamer ECW pose) seconds after the STO. As he does this, the fans in Illi. start chanting X-Dub-A, X-Dub-A. X-Dub-A! TomKat then goes to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. He then jumps off into a Corkscrew Moonsault. Drake, at the last second, moves outta the way and TomKat hits nothing but canvas. The impact he makes with the mat cause him to spring up into an all-four position while he favors his midsection. Drake wastes no time as he takes TomKat from behind, spins him 'round before he connects with the D-4! TomKat gets slammed hard on the mat after that sick move that Drake could probably hit in any way possible!

Sanction:[/color] There it is!!! That sick Standing moonsault side slam we saw him use to beat Hazard a few weeks ago!!!

Pain:[/color] I love that move! It's definitely impressive!

Performing this move seems to have taken some of the wind out of Drake as he's now exhausted and taking a long time to get up.

Sanction:[/color] Pin him, Drake! Pin him!

Drake manages to get to his feet and now makes his way to the corner of the ring. He begins the climb to the top.

Sanction:[/color] This is a little bit of inexperience by Drake here! He's not going for the pin and is taking a huge risk here!

Pain:[/color] He wants to do more damage to his opponent before he goes for the 1-2-3! What's wrong with that?!

Sanction:[/color] This whole scenario right here can change so quick to where TomKat can easily take the advantage and put this match in his favor. He came so close to winning in this match!

Pain:[/color] So has Drake Dysfunction! Now, it's his time to take the advantage! He's now put this match in HIS favor, and it's now his time to end the match here!

Drake Dysfunction is now perched on the top turnbuckle. He gets outta the perched position and stands up tall on the turnbuckle. Drake then leaps off the turnbuckle doing a Corckscrew somersault, spiraling through the air! At the last second, TomKat surprisingly rolls out of danger at the right time! After that nice spiral, Drake transitions it to a seated senton but hits nothing but canvas on the way down! After he lands on the mat, the impact makes him spring up and off the mat up on his feet for a few short seconds. Just as he's about to fall down on the mat, TomKat quickly makes his way over to Drake and grabs him, getting him in that horizontal position we saw him in earlier. TomKat then spins Drake around until finally drilling him in the ground with the Katseye!!! What an impact that move made as both men now lie on the mat, Drake Dysfunction feeling the worst of it and TomKat exhausted.

Sanction:[/color] What a move!!!! I told you TomKat would make a comeback in this match!

Pain:[/color] Alright, Sanction! Now it's my turn! It's time for Drake to make a comeback now!

Sanction:[/color] Sorry, bud! Looks like it's too late for The Demolitionist!

Sanction could be right as TomKat slowly crawls over to Drake Dysfunction and falls on him for the cover!

Samson:[/color] One..... Two.... Thr....

NO! Drake Dysfunction gets the shoulder up! Sanction can't believe it! While J. Pain starts laughing at Sanction, TomKat crawls over to the corner. This might be crazy, but he tries to climb to the top turnbuckle!

Sanction:[/color] NOW what's he doing? Don't tell me he's taking the same risk Drake Dysfunction did!

Pain:[/color] They're risk takers! What do you expect?!

TomKat is now perched on the third turnbuckle. Right when he's about to stand on the turnbuckle, Drake gets up and causes TomKat to slip on turnbuckle, causing him to land on the turnbuckle crotch-first. He's seated on the turnbuckle as Drake climbs up the turnbuckle. Right when he's standing at the second turnbuckle, he places TomKat's arm over his shoulder, probably going for a superplex! Before Drake can hit it, TomKat tries getting out of the predicament by giving Drake some hard shots to the gut before finally pushing him off the turnbuckle. Drake lands back on the mat and TomKat quickly stands up on the turnbuckle before he ultimately jumps off of it. He's looking to hit a Double Axehandle, but ultimately gets kicked in the gut on the way down. Following this kick to the gut, TomKat bends downwards favoring his gut with both arms wrapped around it. Drake grabs TomKat by the head and places it in-between his legs. Drake then hoists him up so his back is resting on his shoulders. He then flips him sideways into an implant DDT. This move is what Drake Dysfunction calls The Revolution!

Pain:[/color] OH!!! You know he's done for!!!

This nice move is hit with perfection as Drake turns TomKat over on his back and pins him.

Sanction:[/color] Kick out, TomKat!

Kirk Samson goes for the 3-count

Samson:[/color] One.... Two..... Three!!!
DING DING DING

Thames:[/color] The winner of the match and qualifying for the future Hardcore Title Match!! The Demolitionist!DRAKE DYYYSFUNCTION!!!

Pain:[/color] I gotta be honest with you! Both of these qualifying matches were awesome. Simply awesome!

Sanction:[/color] Well, the important thing is that we now have two No. 1 Contenders for the NEW Hardcore Championship and that match is the match that I can't wait to see. It's definitely bound to be HARDCORE!

Pain:[/color] Damn straight!

Drake Dysfunction is busy celebrating in the ring, making that AJ Styles pose that he does in his ring entrance! He first does it to one side of the crowd and then to the other. The fans have mixed reactions about this fellow. They don't know if they want to cheer him or boo him, but it doesn't matter to Drake Dysfunction. DOES NOT matter at all. All he's thinking about right now is the Hardcore Title that he desires to have, and now, he's one step closer to winning it; His first title in the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance! Referee Kirk Samson tries to raise Drake's hand in victory, but Drake snatches his hands away from Samson as he prefers to raise his own hand in victory. Just then, he slowly puts his hands down after he notices TomKat trying to get up from the mat. As soon as he does, Drake looks at the audience and then looks at TomKat who's standing right in front of him. TomKat has his hands on his waist, his head hung down. He raises his head before he extends his hand, looking to get a handshake from Drake. Drake stares at his hand for a few seconds before he sucks it up and shakes the man's hand. TomKat nods at him, saying Good match. Drake nods his head in agreement to what TomKat just said.

Sanction:[/color] Just look at the respect these two men have for each other.

After these two men exchange handshakes, TomKat looks to leave the ring, but Drake still has TomKat's hand firmly gripped in his hand. TomKat gives a weird look to Drake as he tries to pull his hand away. A few seconds later, Drake hits TomKat with a headbutt! After this headbutt, Drake follows up with a Down to Hell (RKO), as TomKat's head bounces off the canvas.

Sanction:[/color] Aww c'mon! That's not necessary!

After that, The Demolitionist leaves the ring through the top and middle rope feeling satisfied with what he's done. As he drops down from the apron and makes his way up the entrance ramp to the center stage, he has a smile on his face. The Rock & Roll Warrior is out cold and the fans reaction to this is obvious as they boo Drake Dysfuction like crazy. Feeling satisfied with what he's done, he leaves the ring through the top and middle rope. As he drops down from the apron and makes his way up the entrance ramp towards the center stage, he has a smile on his face. He stands on top of the stage with the same smile. He looks towards the ring to see TomKat favoring his head while glaring at Drake from a far distance. He says this isn't over as Drake Dysfunction leaves the scene, heading backstage to the locker room.

Now two competitors are set to face off for a chance to become champion for the first time in the XWA. Now the question's this: Who'll come out victorious? We'll have to find out in future developments. Always remember that anything can happen in the XWA.[/color]



Fade out[/color]




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[Johawn]

We come back from a main event hype video to the announcer’s desk.

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Sanction:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know what’s going on... but Jack Hazard and Jack Sabbath are already in the ring for their match. No entrance or nothing. Let’s find out what they have to say...

The camera cuts to Sabbath, with Amy Taylor and Hazard, with Natasha Young, in the ring, both men wearing their entrance attire. Sabbath is hounded with the usual boos, whereas Hazard is receiving an unusually mixed reaction (mostly a bad one from the ones who check on the backstage news). Sabbath places his hand on Hazard’s shoulder.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] This man right here, singlehandedly saved The Legion. This man took up my offer from long ago and joined us.

Those who weren’t aware aren’t happy. Any noise in the arena is drowned out by the boos. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Oh, do stop booing. The only reason you people boo is because you are too stupid to realise we’re the future and you can’t understand it. Anyway... I say he saved The Legion. No. He didn’t save it. It is reborn. Jack Hazard and I have brought a new era to XWA. Ciaren, Hunter, Chris...they can do what they want. They are not part of us anymore. They never realy were. Hazard is the first true member, something that will b celebrated. Trust me, this will be a moment to remember.

The fans boo, but in a more...confused way. Jack pulls out a wide grin, knowing he's left them in temporary suspense[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] The era of The NEW Legion begins here. With a New Legion, comes many more new things. Give me a chair.

Jack walks over to the fearful crew member who hands him the chair, which he sets up in the middle of the ring. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] This is the first of many. You Jack Hazard, you are the first of many. You know what’s coming... Are you ready?

Hazard takes a moment to prepare himself.[/color]

Hazard:[/color] Yeah, let’s do this.

Sabbath:[/color] Good, let's get cracking then! Please, sit and raise your right hand.

Hazard sits down and raises his right hand.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Now, with your index finger and your thumb, make and L shape.

Hazard does so. Jack looks on grinning like a lunatic whilst the arena look on in confusion.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Now, repeat after me.

Jack takes a pause, taking a long, deep breath before continuing. He knows what he’s doing here, and he wants to savour the moment.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] I renounce XWA and all its rules.

Hazard:[/color] I renounce XWA and all its rules.

Sabbath:[/color] I renounce all friends, they are inferior.

Hazard obediently repeats. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] I renounce all family, The Legion is my family.

Hazard again repeats.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] I renounce all religion, The Legion is my guide.

Hazard once again repeats.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] I pledge myself to The Legion, and its cause.

Hazard:[/color] I pledge myself to The Legion, and its cause.

Sabbath:[/color] We are The Legion and we are many!

As Jack says this, The New Legion’s theme kicks in, AFI’s Miseria Cantare[/color]



The crowd look on in shock. One of their favourite superstars has joined Jack Sabbath. Despite this, most still stick by him, cheering him on. The same can’t be said for Sabbath however, who is still despised. Jack loves this though, and sucks it all in. After a few lines of “Love your hate, your faith lost, you are now one of us”, the song goes quiet. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Excellent! Welcome to The Legion...Brother Hazard. But that was the beginning, get ready for part two of the initiation. Amy; like we planned...

Amy rolls her eyes and reluctantly leaves the ring then searches under the rope. After shuffling around a bit, she pulls out a rope and slides it into the ring, before once again looking under, this time bringing out a steaming bucket with a rod sticking out of it. She heads back into the ring and places the bucket next to Hazard. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Hazard, remove your shirt and put your hands behind the chair.

He does so, and Amy ties him to the chair, tight enough for him to be unable to break free. Natasha is starting to get worried, she too knows what is coming, but knows she can’t do anything to stop it. Jack walks over to the bucket, smiling, and pulls out the rod, revealing it to be a large branding iron. The crowd gasp, all fearing the worst. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] This is your reward Jack.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Jack steps to the side and pushes the branding iron into Hazard’s chest. Hazard lets out a large painful scream. Every member of the audience can feel the pain themselves. The majority of them recoiling in horror, covering their eyes, some however are too shocked to look away. Natasha too is recoiling, looking away from the agony her man is feeling. Amy holds the chair down to battle Hazard’s wild agonizing lunges.[/color]

Amy: (in Hazard’s ear) I’m so sorry. I told him not to but he wouldn’t listen.

Hazard:[/color] HOLY FUCK!

Sabbath:[/color] (Shouting) Mouth shut Amy! This is his rechristening!

Nobody in the building can come to terms with what is happening. This act has even shocked the usually dismissive John Pain.[/color]

Pain:[/color] What the fuck! This is fucking crazy! Someone has to stop this!

Nobody is stopping this. This is Jack Sabbath we’re on about, Jack Sabbath holding a scalding branding iron. Nobody plans to help. Hazard, however, seems to want this. His screams of agony start to disappear, instead he soaks it all in and the resilience he is known for shines through. Jack pulls the iron away, and the camera zooms in to Hazard’s chest to reveal the following.[/color]



Sabbath:[/color] You are now one of us.

Amy unties Hazard and he stands up clutching the burning region of his chest. Somehow, he manages to shrug off all the pain and begins to warm up for his match. Natasha runs over to check up on him, and he assures her he’s fine.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] You have got to be kidding me. He’s going to compete after that?!

Pain:[/color] Okay, maybe I was wrong about him. This kid has some balls.

Jack Sabbath celebrates Hazard’s initiation with him, patting him on the back amongst other things. He then removes the chair from the ring and hands the microphone to the same fearful crew member that handed him the chair earlier. The Legion theme kicks back in again as The New Legion await their first opponents.[/color]

The ceremony within the ring having ended and Misery Cantare fading out, the lights slowly dim to a few, and those left on turn a brilliant shade of crimson as Behind the Mask by Anarchy Club starts to play and the big screen goes completely blank. The lights flicker with every backbeat of the song, and as it progresses into the singing, the curtain can be seen parting by itself and a dark figure slowly walks into view, looking down at the ground as he paces. Although the two men in the ring are very confident individuals within themselves, they both seem visibly shaken. Amy and Natasha both do not stay anywhere close to the ramp side of the ring, both looking terrified.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Oh man, here he is. The man that took out two others with one hit apiece! The man that seemingly took out Sabbath for Rose, although we're not quite sure why...

Sanction:[/color] We're not sure why he does anything, Pain! The man's not said a word since randomly showing up!

The man known only as Nightmare stops a few steps out onto the upper stage area and raises his head to look at the ring where his opponent remain, and as he bring his head up bloodstreams begins slowly crawling down the screen behind him. Through the streams, the people in attendance can see clips of this vicious yet unexplainable phenomenon making quick work of both Chris Chaos and Jack Mercy as well as clips of him slowly walking away from the ring after the Rose/DJS incident. As the screen becomes mostly covered in blood, Nightmare begins pacing to the ring again and the screen fades out again, only pulsating on and off with the backbeat, the same as the lights.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] How much money do we waste on these entrances? This could amount to a raise for me!

Pain:[/color] They don't give slackers like you raises, Sanction.

Sanction:[/color] You're the slacker!

Pain:[/color] Says the guy drowning in vodka every night...

As Nightmare reaches ringside, both Jacks hop out of the ring on the other side, and Nightmare -slowly makes his way up the steel steps leading to the apron. Strangely though, his entrance is cut short as his music quickly switches to No Mercy by Jim Johnson and all the lights come back on with a green hue to them. Nightmare turns and looks back at the entrance ramp, a clearly irritated look on his painted face. Nightmare turns back and finishes his walk into the ring as Jack Mercy quickly makes his way out from the back looking thrilled to have a partner such as the one he does.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Something tells me that was NOT a smart move on his behalf, Sanction...

Sanction:[/color] You're probably right about this one, Nightmare does not look happy at all!

Pain:[/color] Let's see how this turns out.

Jack Mercy rushes to the ring, slapping hands and teasing some fans on the way. He reaches the steps and runs up them before he notices he has a very angry Nightmare glaring at him from the ring. Jack Mercy manages to stop himself from getting in the ring and stays back on the top step, hands out asking for an alliance, at least for now, and Nightmare seems to let go the blatant disrespect and turns back around to face the opposite corner where Hazard and Sabbath have found the courage to get in the ring. Sabbath and Hazard both discuss something for a moment, the Sabbath steps out of the ring and onto the apron outside the ropes. Hazard bounces up and down a couple of times, clearly feeling the after effects of the extremely painful brand.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Not nearly as bad as I expected.

Sanction:[/color] I doubt this is where this is going to end between those two, but for now they're on the same team.

Pain:[/color] Will they get along even now?

The music dissipates and the lights resume regular white shine as Tommy Tickles signals for the bell to ring, signifying this match is underway. Nightmare slowly walks toward Hazard and Jack, not one to back down, walks up to Nightmare and goes chest to chest with him. Hazard talks a little trash, but receives no reciprocation from his opponent. Noticing there is no reaction from Nightmare, Jack Hazard pulls his fist back and throws a punch into Nightmare's face. Nightmare flinches a bit from the impact, but looks back at Hazard very quickly. Sabbath and Hazard both look baffled by that outcome and Sabbath urges Hazard to try it again[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Nightmare seems completely unphased!

Pain:[/color] Nightmare doesn't even seem real...

Sanction:[/color] I know what you mean.

Pain:[/color] He's a real person, he has to be. What will it take to hurt this guy?

Hazard pulls back to swing at Nightmare again, but Nightmare quickly throws his own punch that cleanly connects in the bullseye Sabbath was so kind to give. Hazard drops immediately clutching his chest and screaming in agony. Nightmare smirks and walks over to Hazard, grabbing his hair and pulling him to his feet as Jack has both arms over his chest. Hazard quickly pulls one arm off of it and throws a punch that once again connects, but this time to the chest of Nightmare and seemingly having no effect on him. Nightmare grabs Hazard by the throat and walks him backwards into a neutral corner, Tickles following and making sure this is not a choking attack. Hazard flails at Nightmare, but after a minute of flailing, he seems to give up on that tactic and Nightmare grabs his arm.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Hazard doesn't even know what to do!

Sanction:[/color] Nightmare is just dominating! He's got to have some weakness!

Pain:[/color] I don't know... He may just not feel anything...

Nightmare pulls on Hazards arm and hurls him across the ring at the other corne, and Hazard hits the corner so hard he flips over the turnbuckle and out of the ring, tumbling to the mat below and quickly covering his back and chest, both on fire at the moment. He writhes for a moment, and in that moment Nightmare walks over to and through the ropes near Hazard. Hazard pulls himself up onto his knees. Nightmare grabs his arm and pulls him back to his feet once more, and then pulls on his arm again attempting to Irish Whip Hazard again, but Hazard holds his ground and attempts to reverse the whip onto Nightmare. However, Nightmare quickly reverses his weight and yanks Hazard back into the ring post sending him careening off onto the floor.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Wow! What an irish whip!

Nightmare grabs the ropes and pulls himself up onto the apron, then into the ring. Sabbath, now feeling safe enough to come close, hops off and rushes over to Hazard, quickly checking him over before rolling him into the ring and back to his aggressor. But for all the advantage the shady character inside the ring may have, he does nothing with it and allows Hazard to recollect himself, much to the delight of Sabbath and the ire of Jack Mercy.[/color]

Pain:[/color] What is he doing?! Nightmare was just all over him and then he relented!

Mercy begins screaming into the ring at his partner for the night. However, Nightmare seemingly ignores all his yelling and pleading for a tag and as Hazard gathers himself to a vertical base, he pushes his head up with his left hand and throws an elbow into Hazards face, followed by two more. Nightmare loads up for a big right hand, but Hazard ducks underneath and rushes off the ropes nearest Mercy and back at Nightmare, leaping and connecting with a dropkick to Nightmare's head. As sturdy as Nightmare seemed earlier, this kick knocks him backwards into the ropes.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] OH! Look at that, Nightmare actually recoiled from something!

Pain:[/color] Maybe he really is mortal!

Hazard is energized by the first sign of mortality from what seemed to be an unreal being, and he quickly hustles to take advantage. Hazard runs at Nightmare as he pushes himself off of the ropes and steps up Nightmare's torso connecting with a swift enziguiri rattling his brains but not knocking him down. Hazard is a little surprised but not deterred by this and he quickly recovers and unleashes yet another enziguiri on Nightmare.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Look at that punishment being dealt from Hazard to the head of Nightmare!

Sanction:[/color] Jack has to be careful! Nightmare seems very dangerous but Jack's got him reeling for now!

Nightmare wobbles a bit and finally, after all these attacks, falls to one knee and holds his head. Hazard jumps to his feet and gives an excited fist pump at his attacks finally coming to fruition. Hazard rushes over to the ropes and jumps up them without even stepping on any of them, quickly turning around. Nightmare slowly makes his way back to his feet and turns around, and as he makes that fated turn Hazard launches himself onto Nightmare's head and slams him down in a double knee attack![/color]

Pain:[/color] What the hell!

Sanction:[/color] And the mighty have fallen! That scrawny runt managed to get'em down!

Hazard quickly transitions into a pinning predicament but is shoved off quickly by Nightmare as he sits up and holds his head. Hazard gets up to his knees and stands up, kicking Nightmare as the bigger man gets to his feet. Jack shakes his head in disbelief of the attacks not even phasing his opponent, and he goes off the ropes once again, but this time as he leaps in for a big cross body, Nightmare ducks and catches Hazard on his shoulders and drops backwards, smashing Hazard under his weight in a samoan drop![/color]

Pain:[/color] Oooohhhhh... One big move and Hazard has hit rock bottom again...

Sanction:[/color] And right on that brand he got earlier too! That's gotta be extremely painful!

Hazard clutches his chest again, not only from the drop but also because it was once again an attack on the fresh brand. Nightmare stands up, though still clearly wobbly, and lifts Hazard up a little. Nightmare rolls Hazard onto his hands and knees and steps back a few paces, then rushes forward and kicks Hazard over onto his own corner, where Sabbath is waiting for Hazard. Nightmare attempts to follow his prey but Sabbath pulls back and unloads a solid right into Nightmare's nose and he steps back a bit, falling to one knee and checking his face for blood.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] I tell you what Pain, that was the first strike I've seen that's really affected that freak!

Pain:[/color] Something tells me he's beginning to wear down a bit.

Sabbath tags himself in on a downed Hazard and quickly steps into the ring and begins raining blows on the head and neck area of Nightmare. Sabbath's blows seem not to hinder Nightmare's ascention to his feet but Sabbath keeps attacking. Sabbath is clearly getting irritated and decides the best way to get a reaction is to hit a big move instead of strikes. He goes around Nightmare and locks in a waist lock clearly indicating something German...[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Sabbath locking his arms, now he's just got to pop his hips and Nightmare will be on his back!

Pain:[/color] I don't think that's going to happen, Sanction.

Sanction:[/color] What makes you say that?

Nightmare quickly pulls both himself and Sabbath to the ropes and grabs onto them for dear life as Sabbath tugs on Nightmare trying to land a German Suplex to Nightmare's already-worked head. Nightmare refuses to let go and Tickles intervenes with the dreaded 5 count, forcing Sabbath to let go of Nightmare. Sabbath backs off a few steps and Nightmare turns around, but as he does, Sabbath aims a Bicycle kick at his head. Nightmare ducks out of the way and the only damage done by Sabbath in that transaction are to his unborn children as he racks himself on the top rope![/color]

Pain:[/color] Right on the testi-

Sanction:[/color] Yeah we know, Pain. You don't have to say what they are.

Pain:[/color] Good dodging there by Nightmare though, that would've definitely rung his bell!

Sabbath gingerly helps himself off of the ropes and checks out his boys as Nightmare stalks his victim from a few feet away. Hazard has recovered enough to stand by the ropes and he yells out to Sabbath to beware of what's behind him. Sabbath turns around and rushes at Nightmare hoping to catch him off guard but Nightmare is ready for him and gives him a reason to reconsider coming out tonight when he grabs a hold of his hair and drills Sabbath with a Head Case![/color]

Pain and Sanction:[/color] HOLY SHIT!

Pain:[/color] What a maneuver there by the face-painted freak!

Sanction:[/color] Sabbath just ate Nightmare's knee at high speed!

After the attack Sabbath lands near his own corner and Nightmare stands back up, steadier than before although still checking his head just in case. Mercy is going berzerk wanting to be tagged in, but Nightmare ignores his pleas and heads over to Sabbath, but Sabbath was a lot fresher than Hazard and still has enough energy to tag Hazard back into the match. Nightmare backs up a few steps into the middle of the ring and taunts Hazard by trying to wave him back into the ring. Hazard steps in and Nightmare backs up a little bit, getting ready for round two with the enigma when- [/color]

SLAP

Jack Mercy blind-tags Nightmare on the back and quickly makes his way into the ring. Nightmare glares at Mercy for a few moments and at the urging of Tommy Tickles, Nightmare makes his way out of the ring. Problem is, that's not all he makes his way out of. Nightmare doesn't stop on the apron, he slowly steps down the stairs and begins walking up the entrance ramp and out of the area, much to the chagrin of the fans as they begin to boo very loudly.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Okay, what the hell just happened?

Sanction:[/color] I have no idea, Pain. For some reason, Jack Mercy decided he wanted in and Nightmare...well, I guess Nightmare got sick of his partner's idiotic actions!

Pain:[/color] Jack Mercy just wanted a piece of the action, that's all! No need to abandon him like that!

Not noticing this act from Nightmare, Mercy looks back trying to find his partner only to see him walking away from the match and out of the arena. Mercy looks completely dumbfounded and all at once, he feels the pressure of the two-on-one match he just tagged himself into and it is visibly clear the wind that was in his sails was reduced to Tommy-Boy-esque complete emptiness as he turns around to face the music.[/color]

After the desertion of his partner, Mercy backs into the corner as the referee directs Hazard to stay back as he asks if Mercy wants to continue. Mercy picks himself up and walks up towards Hazard, intent on continuing what was started. The pair engage in a staredown. Hazard surprises him by leaping up and catching him in a hurricanrana, rolling into a pin. [/color]

One!

Two!

Mercy kicks out. The pair switfly regain their footing and Hazard once again goes on the offensive, backing Mercy into the corner. Hazard, the human highlight reel, shows off by backflipping, before charging into Mercy and hitting a stiff shining wizard. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] I really don’t know where Hazard finds the energy to do this stuff, not after the torture he just went through.

Hazard releases the shining wizard and Mercy falls perfectly into position, and Hazard notices this. He climbs the turnbuckle and the crowd go insane! They know what’s coming. In a moment of weakness, Hazard milks the crowd. A big mistake as Mercy is able to find enough in him to push Hazard off the top, falling out of the ring and disturbingly landing backfirst on to the steel steps.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Oh my god.

Mercy collapses back onto the mat as Hazard lays burned out on top of the steps. The referee begins to count Hazard out as Mercy struggles to his feet. [/color]

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

For a second, Mercy manages to stand up, but he falls back to his knees, derived of any energy. Hazard has just managed a movement as he slowly rolls off the steps.[/color]

Five!

Six!

Sabbath begins to get anxious. So much so that he jumps from the apron and hurridly walks over to Hazard as the count reaches seven, picking him up and encouraging him to continue. Sabbath slaps him on the back and rolls him back into the ring just before the 10 count. By now, Mercy has regained his footing, and is ready and waiting for Hazard as he is rolled over to him. He picks up Hazard’s near broken body and lifts him high into a military press position, proceeding to slam Hazard chest first onto his knee, landing directly on the brand, the impact forcing Hazard to bounce high off the knee and landing on his back, writhing in agony. Mercy locks the inside leg. [/color]

One!

Two!

Th...

Somehow, Hazard kicks out! Mercy cannot believe it, but he does not allow this to get to him. He stays calm and calculated, picking Hazard up and backing him into the corner. He delivers a few right hands before hitting a burst of sickening knife edge chops directly to the brand. Mercy slows the shots down hitting huge hard chops, continuing to concentrate on the chest. Hazard’s chest is being destroyed by Mercy. After a few more hard chops, he takes Hazard out of the turnbuckle, pulling him into a powerbomb position turning to the centre of the ring and slamming Hazard down with the Mercy Drive. Mercy goes for the cover.[/color]

One!

Two!

Thr...

Hazard kicks out! The crowd roar.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] How the hell did he manage to kick out of that, that’s insane!

Pain:[/color] I told you he was good...

Mercy cannot believe it. Head in his hands, unable to understand how Hazard has kicked out of his finisher. Hazard somehow manages to turn over and begins to gradually crawl towards Sabbath for the tag. He is unsuccessful as Mercy manages to grab his right leg and lift himself to his feet. Still holding on to Hazard’s leg, he tries to pull him back. Hazard does what he can to stop being pulled back, struggling to keep balance. Hopping on one leg, he finds enough in him to jump up and catch Mercy with a rolling kick to the face, following through with a forward roll on the mat and leaping over to Sabbath getting the tag. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] What!!! I really don’t know where Hazard gets this energy from. Any other wrestler would be falling to bits after this punishment.

Sabbath enters the ring and pounds Mercy to the floor, punch after punch after punch, followed by a series of heavy stomps to the face. Mercy turns onto all fours and gets hit with a massive kick to the gut. Mercy is being overpowered by Sabbath in every way possible. Size, strength and most importantly stamina. Sabbath pulls Mercy into the centre of the ring as Amy, almost routinely, jumps to the apron to distract the ref. Sabbath turns Mercy onto his front and grabs his hair, pounding his face into the mat repeatedly. Slam after slam after slam directly to one side of Mercy’s face, painting a portrait of rage on his face. Amy jumps from the apron and the ref turns back to the action. Sabbath stops the continuous beating so he doesn’t risk disqualification, but kneels over Mercy, pulling back Mercy’s head to reveal to the crowd his blood-soaked face and bust nose. [/color]

One!

Sanction:[/color] This one’s over

Two!

Pain:[/color] What a way to end it.

Thr....

Mercy unbelievably kicks out![/color]

Sanction/Pain:[/color] WHAT?!

The insane show of courage is set aside as Sabbath, frustrated, punts Mercy’s head with a vicious kick. Completely broken in the middle of the ring, Jack lifts the lifeless body of Mercy off the floor and sets him up between his legs. He signals for the end as he hoists Mercy high into the air and slams him back down with the first powerbomb of the devastating ‘Diamond’s Wrath’. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] Does he really need to do this, come on, the match is won!

Pain:[/color] Stop complaining.

Jack locks the arms and pulls him back up to deliver the second vicious bomb. Again, he pulls Mercy back up into position, showing his great strength by walking over to Hazard with Mercy still held high. He tags Hazard in and delivers the third brutal powerbomb. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] Wait a minute, Hazard’s going up top! You have got to be kidding me! The kid’s suffered being thrown into the ring post, a huge fall to the outside, AND a brand! Yet he’s still going for the Hazard’s Way! He doesn’t have to do this!

The ring post, the fall, the brand. All the pain. None of this matters right now. The cheers return, the crowd are back on his side. The adrenaline courses through Hazard as he turns and soars through the air.[/color]



Hazard slams down on Mercy and the pain is evident as he rolls over and hooks the leg for the pin. [/color]

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd go wild as the bell rings and Hazard and Sabbath are announced as winners. They don’t care about The New Legion, Hazard’s allegiance with Sabbath or the fact the match was essentially a 2-on-1. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] What a... different... match. First a brand, then a partner desertion, then a brilliant display of courage from Mercy, all topped off by Hazard’s unbelievable resilience. You have to hand it to Mercy though, he fought on even though his partner left him. Same goes for Hazard fighting on after the brand!

Pain:[/color] I don’t like to admit that I’m wrong, but this time I have to. Fair play to the guy. He’s good.

The crowd are still on their feet, getting behind the New Legion. Hazard goes to help Mercy up, but as he lifts him to his feet, Hazard is met with a hand on his other shoulder. He turns his head to see Sabbath shaking his head in disapprovement. Sabbath whispers into his ear and Hazard lets go of Mercy, who falls to his knees. He takes a step back whilst Sabbath turns away with the same lunatic grin that he had during the brand. The grin turns to a sadistic laugh as Hazard takes Mercy’s head of with a devastating buzzsaw kick.

The crowd go silent with what they are witnessing. Hazard looks down on Mercy with a look of self-disbelief as if he can’t get his head around what he’s just done. Sabbath turns back round and puts his hand back on Hazard’s shoulder, this time with great approval, bringing a smile to Hazard. Jack goes on to demand a microphone, a move that is met with enough boos to fill the Titanic. He is not amused. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] QUIET!

The silence returns. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Thankyou. I don’t think you can hear me, Mercy. But you impressed me tonight. You put up a gallant effort.... Hand me my jacket.

Sabbath orders the referee to get his jacket. [/color]

Sabbath:[/color] I have something for you Jack.

The ref brings Sabbath’s coat into the ring and hands it to him. Sabbath puts it on and reaches into the inside pocket, pulling out a letter.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Give this a read, and let me know when you can move.

Sabbath lays the letter on Mercy’s chest. He signals for Hazard, Amy and Natasha to leave the ring as the EMT’s rush in. As they walk up the ramp, the New Legion music plays and the EMT’s begin to brace Mercy up and put him on a stretcher.[/color]

The screen fades into a dark room where a barely viewable figure is stood over the camera which is facing upwards. The figure is Eddie Flitchroft.[/color]

Eddie: XWA has cancer. It is a cancer usually referred to as...Jack Martin-Sabbath. These days known as Diamond Jack Sabbath. The symptoms of this include delusion...insanity...and manipulation for personal gain, this case defined through the joke that is the New Legion.

Eddie sniggers to himself.[/color]

Eddir: You see, that's the thing, Sabbath...

Eddie picks up the camera and holds it to his face, Dark Knight Joker style! [/color]

Eddie: ...You've talked and manipulated yourself through life, leaving many scarred in your path including myself and yet no one can really see it! No more. Unlike everyone else you've brainwashed I know you! I've seen what happens to those you've used and I'm gonna expose it. All it'll take is one small story Jack, and you know perfectly well which one. Consider that a warning Sabbath.

The picture fizzles out as the camera incoherently swings around and Eddie turns it off. The broadcast continues...[/color]

The scene opens up in a busy pub...celtic music blaring, as the camera pans around the pub...sights of people socializing and having fun, the camera catches one couple arguing over pints of Ireland's finest beer...the cameraman starts to walk through the pub...first catching the barman chatting up two fine ladies....slowly moving down the bar to a man clearly passed out, head down on the bar...finally the camera stops at a door...the door slowly opens and as the door moves revealing a small room...with two males tied up on chairs, mouths covered up with rags...the door can be heard shutting...drowning out the noisy pub...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Top o the morning to you!

The camera spins away from the two men and focuses in on Vestal, sitting back on a chair, grinning...a beer sits untouched on a side table...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] As most of you have probably noticed, I have not been on Massacre for the last two weeks...honestly who wants to be these days...when you have all that is going on, so I decided to take a vacation...in this fine town of Sligo Ireland or as the locals call it Slygo Eire...

Vestal reaches over and picks up the beer...takes a small sip then placing it back down on the side table...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] I decided that I needed some time away, just to relax and be myself...now yall probably wondering why I chose such a place to get away...well as fate would have it...I chose here to extract alittle bit of revenge for a certain individual that thought it was a smart move to kidknapp my family...Ciaren.

Vestal chuckles then reaches for the beer, this time taking the glass and starts to chug back the beer...in just a few moments the glass is empty...Vestal slams the glass down on the table, wipes his mouth...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Now over sitting in those chairs...all tied up...sits Ríordan and his 18 year old son Cormac....now Ciaren just so the people back in North America know...this is your older brother and your nephew...your brother...the one you looked up to and inspired you to be a wrestler, he is a one of Ireland's finest wrestling champs...and his son he looks up to you Ciaren...wants to be a world champ, something his father could never do...so one you look up to and the other looks up to you...now here is the kicker...

Vestal leans back then pulls himself up to his feet...the camera zooms out to include the two men and Vestal in the one scene..[/color].

Vestal:[/color] Big brother Riordan here could have made the big time...but when he had his tryout with WFWF, he made a complete arse of himself...he was pissed and got a whooping from his opponent...so away he was sent back home in disgrace...he could have been the man but he let his son down and failed...now along comes uncle Ciaren, he breaks out in the XWA and is the world champ...little Cormac now has a hero, a beer guzzling uncle that has gotten lucky so far in his career...so now Cormac thinks it is okay to drink it up like his father and uncle...and still one day be a champion...uh uh son!

Vestal grabs Cormac's face with his hand, the teenager has fear in his eyes and doesnt move, his father mumbling could be heard as he struggles in his chair, Vestal swings with his free hand and backslaps Riordon...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Your uncle has lucked out so far son, when it comes time and faces real opponents...world class wrestlers, he will be just like your old man...a drunken disgrace and will be sent back home to Ireland a beaten man....

Vestal releases Cormac...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Ciaren, you are probably wondering why I am actually here...well as I said, I want to relax and be...myself!

Vestal starts to laugh hsterically...then suddenly stops and puts on a serious face...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] It is real simple Ciaren...for as long as you have the world tile and align yourself with the Legion...then I shall be keeping these two with me...should not be long as a crazy Welshman once told me...he is going to be world champion one day and he will prove he is worthy...and I believe that little fella!

Vestal reaches down behind the chairs and pulls out his trademark shovel...green handle and blade...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Now just so you don't get any ideas...my family is traveling with me and if you think flying over here and being a hero is smart...trust me Ciaren no one will be here...

Vestal runs his fingers along the blade of the shovel, smiling...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] These folks at Earley's were nice enough to provide the location...told me that you wrecked their bar a few years ago and never did pay them back for the damages...they called me up and said we got something for you...our little payback....

Vestal shrugs his shoulders...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] So now before we part company...I will give the Shovel Shot fans something they have missed on every segment...a couple of shovel shots...now Cormac your uncle is taking the wrong path and I am only trying to set him on the right path...

Vestal stands up in front of Cormac...shovel in hand, he holds it with both hands...raising it above his head...looking down on Cormac...he then slams the shovel down on Riordan's skull, the momentum knocks Riordan over the side of the chair...his body lays limp on the wooden floor...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Sometimes Cormac you gotta be cruel to be nice...

Vestal swings the shovel catching the side of Cormac's head, knocking him out of his chair to the floor...Vestal swings the shovel overhead then brings it down one more time onto the back of Cormac's head...Vestal then tosses the shovel aside...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Ciaren...you messed with my family...you pay the price and Ciaren when your title run comes to an end then so will the pain and torture those two will receive...revenge is sweeter when dished back...now Ciaren you may want to think long and hard about your past actions and think about your future actions...I will do whatever it takes to see that you lose the title and ran out of the XWA for good...

The camera takesit's focus off of Vestal and first looks at Cormac...face down, the back of his head blood soaked...then pans over to his father whose face is crimson his eyes barely visible..[/color].

Vestal:[/color] Uakahu pick those two bodies up and load em into the van...

The scene comes to an end as Uakahu starts dragging Cormac across the floor...camera moves over and Vestal is sitting in the chair...sipping on a beer...[/color]

With only moments until the XWA Hardcore title hunt gets underway the XWA camera crew have been sent into the back to get a word with one of the 'potential' champions. The door to a locker room opens as we find the Dangerous One primed and ready for action.[/color]

Liam:[/color] Took you long enough, I'm supposed to be in the ring in 2 minutes.

Cubes looks away from the camera as he shouts.[/color]

YOU GIRLS READY?!

The Purple Wonder looks back to the camera.[/color]

Liam:[/color] Right so since we don't have it were gonna have to quicken the time on this, I called you boys so that I could introduce you to my latest investments. You see until about a week back I was drawing a pretty hefty paycheck from this chap who had made himself a multi-millionaire. Now unfortunately he got himself in a spot of bother over the internet with some Ghanian posing as an attractive young woman and long story short ended up bankrupt and needed to quickly sell up shop so I decided to help him out by taking a few members of staff off his hands.[/b][/color]

Liam:[/color] GIRLS!

As the Dangerous One steps through the door he is followed by two beautiful women, one noticed straight away by the vibrant pink hair atop her head and the second decked out in a officials shirt.[/color]

Liam:[/color] So allow me to introduce you to my new ...

Cubes takes a moment to pick his words while looking the woman up and down.[/color]

Liam:[/color] What shall we say ... rented gash seems so formal?

Clearly disgusted the woman rolls her eyes before responding to the sick comment of the Purple Wonder.[/color]

Sarah:[/color] I'm an interviewer.

Liam:[/color]No honey that was the UMW, here you belong to me and here I don't need you to interview me. I need to you assume a role you played for me a long time back. You love are my new manager, and all round back up plan.

Ladies and Gents this little delight is my ex-wife and NEW MANAGER here in XWA Sarah. What don't you tell these people how over joyed you are to be back in a steady paying job chick.

Sarah:[/color] Of course, I'm nothing but overjoyed to be working for the man who systematically cheated on me for what 4 years? Unfortunately I don't have a choice but at least now I know what your like I can have a say in how things turn out.

Liam:[/color] For one I never cheated ... those women looked nothing like you so that doesn't count as cheating, and as for doing what YOU want, if you want to keep this slim semblance of a job you will do as your told.

Now that brings me to my other new member of staff, she will be my new personal referee. Jennie Anders, now Jennie is still a little new to the whole ref game ...

Sarah:[/color] Yeah because you and G picked her up in a hooker bar 3 months back

Liam:[/color] ... BUT! she is getting the hang of it and believe me when I tell you she will do a bang up job. That reminds me actually Jen, you haven't refereed a Hardcore match before so the only rules you need to know is that pretty much everything is aloud. The only thing that would mean you have to stop the match would be if you see me or Mr Adrenaline do this thing called a DVD?

Sarah:[/color] What no piracy at ringside?

Liam:[/color] SHUT YOUR MOUTH!

So Jen as I was saying the only thing that isn't aloud in this match is this move called a DVD so if you see either of us lift the other onto there shoulders and drop them on there head then be sure to call for the bell right away, especially if its done on the ring apron.

Now with all that settled it's time to go and impress the world all over again lets go girls.

With that the Danger Man makes his way past the camera quickly followed by Jen, Sarah however pulls back Jen and with Liam just out of ear shot lets her in on the truth about the match.[/color]

Sarah:[/color] Don't listen to that tosser Jen, there are no illegal moves in this match your pretty much just there to count the one, two, three and that's all you need worry about.

Sarah looks please to have gotten one over on her ex-husband as the cameras cut back to the arena ready for the action to kick off.[/color]

The XWA faithful burst out in a fit of excitement ready for the first round of the Hardcore Title tournament. In the ring stands XWA announcer Keri Thames stands with a mic in hand, before she can make her announcements however The Dangerous One's new personal referee makes her way down to the ring taking her place ready to call the next match.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Well I gotta hand it to Liam if I had the chance to hire this young lady I'd probably pounce on it too.

'A Box Full Of Sharp Objects' rains over the arena as purple spotlights shine around the crowd. As they come to a rest they are pointed right at the top of the rampway as the Dangerous One strolls out onto the stage. Cubes throws his arms into the air as Sarah somewhat unwillingly makes her way out behind him. The music continues to reign around the crowd but the Dangerous One doesn't make his way to the ring instead he shouts something at Sarah who makes her way to the ring as the Dangerous One disappears back behind the curtain. In the ing Sarah says something to Keri who raises the mic to her mouth.[/color]

Thames:[/color] Ladies and Gents NOW IN THE RING, hailing from Coseley England. He stands six feet two inches all and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty-six pounds. He is 'The Human Rubik's Cube' DANGER LIAAAMMM!!!

Pain:[/color] What the hell, he clearly isn't in the ring what is this kid playing at here?

With the crowd a little confused the guitar intro to Wolf Like Me by TV on the Radio make its entrance to the airway as Adrian Adrenaline emerges from behind the curtain.

As the lyrics kick in Adrian starts to make his way to the ring and CRACK! just as Adrian realizes the Dangerous One isn't in the ring he is bundled to the ground from behind by a running chair shot from the Danger Man. [/color]

Sanction:[/color] That explains that I guess, kinda clever move by the Human Rubik's Cube there.

With a huge grin on his face the Purple Wonder goes straight on the attack mounting Adrenaline and driving forearm smashes into his face. After a solid 4 shots Cubes gets to his feet and drags Adrian up with a hand full of hair. Keeping his grip he hurls Adrian into the barricade as a look of sheer pain rushes across his face, Triple A clutches at his back as he drops to his knees and Cubes plants a thuggish boot across his jaw.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Has this match even started yet?

Sanction:[/color] To be honest I don't think this girl understands that she has to call for the bell, she's not even looking out at the two men at the moment.

Adrian tries to shake the cobwebs as Cubes pulls him to his feet again, he drags him to ringside and rolls him in under the ropes before lifting the ring skirt and going searching for the hardware. He lifts out a trash can and slides it into the ring before going back under her tosses a chair into the ring followed by a stop sign and finally a few kendo sticks (for good measure) then CRACK![/color]

The camera snaps back to see Adrian has gotten to his feet and slid into the trash can slamming it into the skull of the Danger Man.[/color]

J.Pain: Looks like Liam didn't do enough damage there.

Before Liam knows what is going on he is toe to toe with Adrian outside the ring Adrenaline unleashes a few Muay Thai Kicks before hurling Cubes into the ring steps. The front row of the XWA audience leap out of there seats to watch the action thats happening within arms length. Triple A panders to his crowd as he slaps Liam around a little as the Danger Man tries to get to his feet. As the Purple Wonder gets to a standing position Adrenaline is quick to grab one of the sticks that had fallen to the ground. He spins around the Cube and slams the wood straight down across his forehead. The cameras catch a glimpse of Sarah over the shoulder of the Danger Man as he crumbles back to the floor as a small smile falls across her face.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Is she supposed to be happy that the guy she manages is getting beaten down?

Pain:[/color] It's her choice, bit strange though I think.

Cubes crawls away from Triple A looking for any chance to get away from the attack. He gets half way around the ring before Adrian is able to catch up with him, Adrenaline scoops the Purple Menace up from his knees and with a quick spin of his hips plants him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Liam arches his back in pain as Ade flips up the ring skirt again this time pulling out a table and setting it up in front of the XWA crowd. Jenni has made her way out of the ring as she finally releases that this match can finish up anywhere in the arena and as she touches down on the arena floor Adrenaline again pulls Cubes to his feet. The Dangerous One manages to push Ade away before diving back onto his knees signaling for a ‘time-out’[/color]

Sanction:[/color] What the hell?

Jenni steps in … she clearly watched to much pro NBA in her old ‘position’ as she seems to think that the Dangerous One is aloud to call a time out in a wrestling match. Ade tries to go on the attack again but is beckoned off by the totty in the zebra stripes. With a look of pure shock he tries to plead his case but Jenni has none of it as the Dangerous One is given time to get to his feet. Adrenaline is clearly starting to get pissed off by this ridiculous carry on and brushes himself past Jenni only to get a thumb driven into his eye.[/color]

Pain:[/color] This is starting to confuse me if I’m honest Sanction.

Sanction:[/color] That makes two of us Pain.

Cubes tosses a partially blinded Adrian into the ring before leaping up onto the ring apron. Ade stumbles towards the corner taking a seat as he tries to get back his vision, Adrenalines eyes widen just in time to be closed again as the Dangerous One drives the sole of his boot across his face with a running facewash. Liam rags Ade out of the corner dragging him by his leg before dropping across him for the cover.[/color]

ONE … TWO … NOT ENOUGH!

Sanction:[/color] Guess the girl know how to count at least.

Adrenaline spins a shoulder free and drags himself to the ropes, Cubes is straight on the attack with a few swiftly placed stomps before again dragging Ade by his leg, this time the Danger Man forces Adrenalines ankle across the bottom rope quickly leaping into the air and driving his tailbone down into the knee of Ade, he hits it once then twice then launches himself from the second rope to do it a third. Triple A scurries from the ropes clutching at his knee and holding back screams of agony.[/color]

Pain:[/color] This is a good systematic approach from the Dangerous One, pick one part of the body and just work on that.

After a few more pin pointed stomps Cubes twists Adrenaline into the Erno Lock, Adrenaline straight away lunches his arms out for the ropes but it looks like this is yet another of the areas of training that Jenni still needs to have as he has no intention of calling for the break. Instead she keeps asking Ade if he quits as he screams ‘break the hold dammit!’. Liam really synchs in the pressure until Adrenaline is forced to try and break from the hold himself. He sits up throwing fists forward but not able to catch the Dangerous One, in the end Ade takes a massive leap of fait and slides himself under the bottom rope sending both men slamming down to the arena floor.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] That just looked every kind of nasty.

It takes a while but both men eventually get up to there feet, somehow Ade is to a vertical base first and he leaps backwards through the air for a pale kick. Somehow though the Danger Man manages to step back from the impact and catch the foot of his flailing opponent dropping straight to the mats in a leg vined ankle lock.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Another great submission hold really focusing all his efforts on that leg.

Again Liam does all he can to get all the pressure out of the hold that he can, this time however Ade can get a hand to a weapon as he drives one of the kendo sticks again into the chest and arms of the Dangerous One. Cubes releases the hold and snaps back to his feet shaking off the pain in his arm. Adrenaline staggers to his feet really favoring his leg, the Purple Wonder charges for the attack again but is this time snapped to the side and to the ground with a hiptoss. Ade follows that up with a snap dropkick to the gut of the Cube, Triple A gets himself a second wind as is quick to capitalize as he rags Cubes up and clatters his skull into the ring post.[/color]

Pain:[/color] I wasn’t expecting this turn around from Adrenaline.

Adrenaline plays Liam with his spinning DDT right out infront of the first row crowd before hooking the leg for his first attempt at a cover. Jenni slides out of the ring and makes the count …

ONE ... The shoulder is up … TWO … Seriously it’s up … THRE… Liam has to push Ade off him to make Jenni stop the count.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] That would have made her a fairly dull investment.

Triple A drags cubes back up to his feet and pushes him onto the ring apron, Adrenaline quickly follows him up onto the ring skirt pulling the Dangerous One up onto his feet next to him. Ade looks all set to bring this match crashing to an end as he hoists the Cube up onto his shoulders.[/color]

Pain:[/color] This should all but wrap this one up here.

Ade shouts something to the fans in the front row before going for the drop but is stopped at the absolute last split second. The cameras judders back to see that Sarah has a vice grip around the leg of Triple A, Adrenaline lets Liam fall back into the ring before looking down at the woman attached to his leg.[/color]

Adrenaline:[/color] WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!

Sarah releases Adrenalines leg and takes a few steps back.[/color]

Sarah:[/color] I’m sorry, I have no choice.

Ade shakes is head and turns back to the ring but by now the Dangerous One is up, Cubes bounces off the second rope hitting a huge dropkick to the chest of Adrenaline. Ade tries his damdest to hold on to the top rope but ends up falling backwards and landing very vicariously across the table he had set up in the opening moment of this match.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] That’s gonna come back to bite him in the ass!

The Dangerous One looks around the arena as the sounds of disgust flowing from the crowd is defining, Liam climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps through the air hitting is trademarked Rubik’s 360 and crashing not only Ade but himself through the table.[/color]

Pain:[/color] OH SHIT!

As the wreckage is cleared out we see that the Dangerous One is sprawled out across Adrenaline Jen drops to her knees and finally gets one right as she counts the -

ONE … TWO … THREEEEE!!!

Sanction: A spectacular finish to this match.

Pain:[/color] Just a shame about how he had to make it come about Mark.

’A Box Full Of Sharp Objects’ reigns over the XWA crowd as the Dangerous One slowly drags himself to his feet after a pretty hard fought finish, Liam demands that Sarah holds his hand high in victory as Keri makes it all official.[/color]

Thames:[/color] Ladies and Gents here is YOUR WINNER! Moving on in the Hardcore Title Hunt DANGER LIAAAMMM!!!


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[Johawn]

We are back at ringside and the ring is setup for the Shovel Shot...

It's just one of those days
When ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off...

[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Here comes Vestal and we ALL know that he is going to put our new owner to task...

Pain:[/color] I bet he is...alot of the guys may be happy but some do feel this is a case of the wolf in sheeps clothing leading the rest of the sheep...

Purple pyros go off as 'Break Stuff' continues to blare out loudly...as the pyros die down the silhouette of Vestal's figure is seen behind the smoke...the smokescreen is magically sucked into the stage revealing a serious looking Vestal wearing his trademark purple tights and dark purple boots, his trademark shovel in his right hand...[/color]

Sanction:[/color] The fans giving a mixed reaction for the legend...I am sure it will be united the time he is done with Tempest...

Vestal grabs a fans sign that reads "Tempest offically takin 1st shovel shot!" Vestal acknowedges this with a nod and hands back the fan his sign...[/color]

Pain:[/color] I don't think that would be wise of Vestal to hit him...but Ciaren and Rose have both avoided the fate...

Sanction:[/color] I don't think Vestal cares if Tempest is boss...he has a point...he has been avoiding Vestal and Vestal wants some answers...

Vestal is already in the ring, placing down the shovel...he is handed a mic from the offical...the music stops and a mixed reaction is now coming from the crowd...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Tempest it is no secret to these people that you have been avoiding me...I offered you something, the protection from myself...I offered you my friendship and even my trusty shovel but YOU refused...you refused and Tempest I really don't think you know what you are getting into...

The fans start to sway to Vestal's side...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] You wanted to do battle with the Legion by yourself...Hutton is hardly good backup by himself...you refused my offer to help you...but what was more intriguing that when my wife was kidknapped by those clowns and we met backstage...let me tell you Tempest that wasn't you!

The crowd gasps...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Something just wasn't right at that moment...it appeared to be you...but something just wasn't sitting right...lets all take a look back at the tape of that moment...roll the footage...

The camera is now backstage...following Vestal...

Vestal:

[/color] CIAREN! CIAREN! The longer you run...the longer the beating!

Vestal turns the corner and walks right into Tempest...Vestal stops and there is a staredown...

Vestal:[/color] I got no time for you right now...

Vestal shoves Tempest out of his way and continues on...Tempest just shrugs his shoulders as he watches a screaming Vestal tear down the hall way...

Tempest:[/color] Heh I was just gonna ask if he needs a hand...meh oh well...

The scene cuts off with Tempest going in the same direction as Vestal left...
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Vestal:[/color] Now lets remind that back just a fraction and take a look at the tattoo on Tempest's lower left arm...you see that!

The crowd is in shock as the tattoo reads...Marty...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Now you are probably wonder what the hell has Marty got to do with this...clearly that isnt your real name now is it...Mikey...now I know you are probably scrambling back there thinking of some witty excuse to hit up these fans and the boys backstage but wait up for just a few more minutes boss...

Vestal pulls up a seat and places it in the centre of the ring facing the rampway...sits down...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Now you may have remembered that when your brother passed away...that I said some nasty things...good reason Tempest as to why I said it...your brother and Angelus were the two behind the assault on my family a few years back...and what clued me in was none other than Ciaren...he is the only one other than your brother to actually associate themselves around a freak like Angelus...

Vestal pauses for a moment just shaing his head...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] When it was the three of us...you, Angelus and myself...we reigned supreme...but when your brother joined the mix to add as your sub...it is what messed us...killed our friendship...that man was sicker than Angelus...he just aint right...you knew that Tempest...you knew that is what broke our family...because we all know that as crazy as you are...you just aint that fucked in the head...

Vestal stands up and kicks away the chair, his expression changing...his face showing the anger..[/color].

Vestal:[/color] Tempest...when you bring your sorry ass out here...you got some questions to answer...come on Tempest do you really think that you can pull the wool over my eyes for that long? It aint you behind the buyout is it? You just don't have that kind of money to buyout the XWA...perhaps an inheritance from a death...but I just aint buying that theory...you are gonna come out here and come clean you silly little bastard!

Vestal picks up the shovel in his other hand...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] you are gonna tell these fans the truth Tempest...that Martin Hart, your brother...your twin...is alive and well and you faked his death to get money to buy this place out! You sold out and just be prepared to take more than a shovel shot when you bring your ass out here...we were family man how could you?

About a minute has passed and Vestal looks irritated that Tempest has not surfaced from out back...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] I figured that you were gonna stall back there...you are nothing but a coward...I do have a couple of surprises for you...something from your past...come on out!

Godsmack's Crying like a bitch begins to play...


Strut on by like a king
Telling everybody they know nothing,
And long live what you thought you were,
And time ain't on your side anymore (anymore)

And so you tell me I
Can't take my chances,
But I told you one too many times,
And you were crying like a bitch.

I'm tougher than nails.
I can promise you that.
Step out of line
And you get bitch-slapped back.
And you can run
Your little mouth all day,
But the hand of god
Just smacked you back into yesterday[/color]

Sanction:[/color] I dont think this is Tempest...

Out on the stage comes the 450lbs former undisputed XWA champion Uakahu...the crowd reacts with low booing for him...looking all business he walks towards the ring..[/color].

Pain:[/color] What has he got to do with Tempest?

Sanction:[/color] I believe he and Tempest have a history...

Uakahu has entered the ring, takes the mic from Vestal's hand and shaking his other hand...the music cuts off...[/color]

Uakahu:[/color] Tempest...this is all but a familar story with you...as he said *points to Vestal* you have been ducking people for a long time...fact is that you and me...we got unfinished business, I was about to beat the hell out of you and end your stinking career when that idiot MadDog had to protect you and then after I beat the living crap out of Xero for the title I had to defend it against that punk Damien...so you see Tempest you and me...we go way back...I have not forgot and neither has a certain someone else that you have ducked...

Vestal passes the shovel to Uakahu.[/color]..

Uakahu:[/color] See this Tempest? I know this, you know this and Vestal knows this...I don't need it to end your career...you seem to be making a habit of ducking people Tempest...you been ducking Vestal since he came back to the XWA and you have ducked me for years...now again Tempest...bring your sorry ass out here and face the music...do it now or I will be going back there to drag you out here...NOW GET OUT HERE TEMPEST!

Uakahu passes the mic back to Vestal and is now leaning on the top rope facing the rampway...yelling for Tempest to get out...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] You should probably do what he says Tempest...cause we aint got all night...we have another surprise for you...

Tempest:[/color] Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah...


His voice is heard before he even steps out onto the stage, but the crowd erupts even before Tempest appears. Their cheers drown out what he says next, so he pauses with a smirk.[/color]


Sanction:[/color] Here he is...the new Owner of the XWA! Michael Hart...Tempest...

Pain:[/color] That's not what I heard...

Sanction:[/color] What are you talking about?

Pain:[/color] A little birdy told me something...but shhhh, just listen and see if he explains it or not.


In the ring, Vestal and Uakahu smile knowingly at one another, obviously thinking they are ready for whatever the Storm of the Century has to say.[/color]


Tempest:[/color] Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. Creeps in this petty space from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools, the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is no more. It is a tale. Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Vestal rolls his eyes and Uakahu simply looks confused.[/color]

Tempest:[/color] Sorry if that's an obscure reference, Ukelele...btw, obscure means not well known, pal...That line's from Macbeth...not something you're likely to see on Sesame Street. Maybe if you're a good boy, Vestie will read Green Eggs and Ham for you before beddie-bye.

The Giant Uakahu scowls as the crowd laughs, but Vestal gives him a wait-and-see motion that keeps him from charging out of the ring after Temepst.[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Well, well, well...the scared little puppy comes crawling out of the shadows. I was pretty sure that you'd try and duck me again, Mikey...or is it Martin this time?

Tempest:[/color] You know, Vestal, I liked you a lot better when you were retired, you know that? Seriously, Dave...what is this obssession with my Brother, man? You know I don't like to talk about it...Martin hasn't even been gone a couple of months and you're out here dragging his name through the mud. Haven't you ever heard of how impolite it is to speak ill of the dead? And what's with dragging the walking wall out here? You afraid that you'd need some slightly-retarded-living-example-of-why-you-shouldn't-abuse-steroids to protect you from little ol' me?

Vestal looks alittle pissed at Tempest's last comment..[/color].

Vestal:[/color] We know who the steroid pusher is here and you aint looking at him...now incase you are deaf and mute...I will spell it out for you again...I think you and your brother are behind this whole I just bought the XWA crap...you hear me or do you want me to smack you upside the head with this shovel you little bitch?

Tempest has a cocky look on his face, knowing he is the boss..[/color].

Tempest:[/color] I wouldnt advise you doing that...

Vestal:[/color] Or what you gonna fire me asshole? Huh? Is that it? You gonna come out here and fire me, be your first big corporate decision...doing that Tempest is just gonna prove my point...you are nothing but a coward that is hiding dirty secrets...well as I told you months ago...you should just have taken my offer, instead you are now gonna have a pissed off roster that is gonna take you down then what Tempest? Have the inmates running this show again?

Tempest:[/color] Why would I fire you?

Vestal:[/color] Shut your mouth I wasnt done...Tempest say hello to someone else you ducked...

SMASH!!!

Pain:[/color] : HOLY SHIT!!!

Santion: : DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Pain:[/color] : I can't believe I just saw that.


Tempest falls to the ground out cold. Standing behind it, is a man we have not seen in the XWA for months.. Calvin Lee.[/color]


Pain:[/color] : Where did he come from?


Calvin Lee walks over to Vestal and Vestal hands the mic to him. The crowd is full of boos, as Calvin Lee grins. He brings the mic up to his mouth, with really one thing to say.[/color]

Calvin:[/color] Tempest, I believe we have some unfinished business.

Calvin drops the shovel to the floor and grabs Tempest who just got back to his feet and knees him in the ribs and hoists him up on his shoulders and screams as he slams Tempest down on the shovel with head first with the Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer!!! [/color]

Santion: : TEMPEST IS LIFELESS!!!

Tempest doesn't move and Calvin Lee looks down at the motionless body and just laughs. He reaches down and picks up the mic to say one last thing.[/color]

Calvin:[/color] And this time Tempest, its for real.

Cut to commercial as Calvin walks away and Tempest is half-walked, half-carried to the backstage area[/color]



The commercial comes back and Vestal is still in the ring, sitting in a chair with a mic in hand...Uakahu, Calvin Lee and Tempest have all exited the area...Vestal starts to speak calm...unusual for him[/color]

Vestal:[/color] Tempest...I am not moving from this ring until you come out here...face me in this ring and answer these fans...I am not moving...

Vestal sits in a sort of protesting way..[/color].

Vestal:[/color] I knew as soon as you came out here that you would still duck me...you think for one minute that I bought it...bought the fact that you just got knocked out cold from Calvin Lee? I am not buying it...I know you sent your brother out here to take the hit...now get your ass out here and face me...man on man...and if need be Michael...fist to fist...so come on get out here...no shovels no assaults just you and me...or are you gonna duck me again?

Vestal gets up and takes off his shirt, pulls the tape off his fists...[/color]

Vestal:[/color] I am not moving and there is no one here that is going to move me...

Long, awkward moments drag on, and the audience definitely seems to be getting restless. Still, the powerhouse, Vestal, stands defiant in the ring. While a bit past his prime, he is definitely still a dangerous man and far, far from being ready to be put out to pasture.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] So, what now? Is he just going to hold the entire show hostage?

Pain:[/color] Do YOU want to try and make him leave??

Sanction:[/color] ...

Eventually, however, the Xtremetron flickers to life and a backstage area can be seen. Tempest can be seen sitting on a gurney with two EMS techs next to him. One seems to be taking his blood pressure while the other is dressing his head with a bandage that is at least partially soaked through with blood. Tempest looks glassy-eyed but pissed, and a slight bit of spittle hangs off the side of his mouth when he speaks.[/color]

Tempest:[/color] Are you freaking insane...?


His words are slightly slurred, but there is passion in them.[/color]

Tempest:[/color] Dave...what the hell ish wrong with you? I jusht got hit in the head with a shovel...and I already HAD a concusshion from the beatdown those idiotsh in Legion gave me. I am not going anywhere near your pychotic assh. Thish is sherious, Dave. You're losing it. Jeezus. My brother ish DEAD you maniac. Get out of the ring...Somebody, get him out of the ring!

Suddenly there is a commotion in the backstage area as Tempest turns his attention from the camera to the left where he see's MadDog come barging his way into the room, pushing and shoving everyone and everything out of the way as he attempts to reach his target. MadDog is screaming![/color]

MadDog:[/color] You caused this! You caused the Hound from Hell to be released…..

Tempest:[/color] What the hell are you talking about……. Get him out….

Tempest’s words are cut short as MadDog makes the final leap onto Tempest as he lay’s in the gurney, and the two tumbles to the floor throwing punches madly at one another! Meanwhile, in the ring Vestal is standing alone watching the action on the Xtremetron and smiling, while coming down the ramp are two new figures to the XWA, both are very tall, muscular and similar looking in style. Both are wearing identical black wrestling gear, with studded arm pads, and shoulder pads. It should also be noted that both are wearing studded Dog Collars around there necks. They are coming to the ring escorted by the one and only John McMahon.[/color]





As they step off the ramp and arrive at the Ring Apron that surrounds the ring, Vestal notices them for the 1st time, as he was paying attention to the fight on the Xtremetron between Tempest & MadDog. John McMahon nods to the two men, giving them silent directions, giving them approval to do as they must, as the two of them remove their shoulder pads and realize that it is now their moment to shine. The two unnamed assailants then charge the ring and attack Vestal, pounding on him with lefts and rights knocking him down to the mat as they continue their assault as they kick and punch and hit him over and over as he lays on the flat on the mat! Now, normally Vestal under most circumstances would be able to fight off any one man, even two to three ordinary men, but these are not normal men…. These are genetically gifted athletes….. These are the Hounds From Hell…. And the beat down happens in the middle of the ring as the crowd pop’s huge! John McMahon then enters the ring, and signals to the director to cut the feed to the Xtremetron, so no one can further see the fight in the backstage area between Tempest & MadDog, and all can concentrate on the fight in the ring as one of the two men pull Vestal up to his feet and one of them proceeds to put Vestal’s head between his legs as he positions him to perform a piledriver, but then pauses as the other man goes to the corner and proceeds to climb the ropes! The 2nd man then leaps from the ropes, grabs both of Vestal’s legs and assists in the spike piledriver, as Vestal’s head is rammed hard into the canvas of the ring! John McMahon motions for the two of them to continue their assault on Vestal as he asks one of the ring crew for a microphone. The two yet unnamed individuals then proceed to pull Vestal off the mat, and the slightly larger more muscular one proceeds to press slam over his head, but holds him there as his slightly smaller, yet more agile partner once again scales the ropes in the corner as he climbs to the top. Once he gets to the top rope, he motions with his hand, as he drags his thumb across his throat to signal that he is ready, as the larger man who is holding Vestal over his head then proceeds to slam Vestals's limp unconscious body down into the center of the ring, as the other man leaps and performs a perfectly executed elbow drop onto the unconscious form of Vestal as he lay in the middle of the ring. John McMahon then signals for the fight to stop, as he raises the microphone to his face as the two men then go stand side by side with him in the center of the ring, each putting one foot on Vestal’s chest to keep him still as John speaks.[/color]

John:[/color] Tempest……. You caused all of this….. You and your action alone……… The Hounds from Hell are now unleashed……. And they will run rampant through the XWA….. You and your brother……. The two of you will pay the ultimate price……. The Hounds from Hell are here……. And they are here to stay…….

With that, John drops the microphone and motions for the two unknown and unnamed individuals, yet collectively knows as The Hounds From Hell, to leave the ring and slowly walk back up the ramp to the backstage area as the camera focuses on the carnage left in the ring, as Vestal lays in the middle of the ring as EMT’s rush down to check on his condition.[/color]

The drumbeat to a familiar song starts pounding through the arena. The song has become synonymous with the man it announces, having indicated his presence for a great deal of his more famous and important matches. The message of the song is indicative of the mindset of the man. The cry that it’s time to ‘meet your master’ sums up Rose’s attitude to himself, and to the ability of his opponents, quite nicely. In his mind, he is the best. There’s certainly a case for that argument in other minds, too. His record is immaculate. His skills phenomenal. His star forever rising. The man makes people pay attention.

He steps from behind the curtain and immediately grabs the focus of all in attendance. The loud and enthusiastic booing of the crowd goes hand in hand with everything about the man, who tonight has no time for showboating or riling. At least not yet. He walks calmly down the ramp, his casualness seemingly not fitting the huge occasion.

Sanction: And there he is, Pain. This one is going to be amazing. I can feel it.

Rose reaches the bottom of the ramp. He turns around briefly, looking up at the Xtreme-o-Tron, which shows the sold out crowd in the United Center. It’s a big’n, alright. Rose takes a deep breath before turning right back around and making for the steps, which he lightly hops up before climbing into the ring.

Pain: There’s a man who has a date with destiny tonight.

Rose’s music fades out as he paces the ring, looking as good as he has in months. Especially compared to the last couple of weeks, where the weight of the world seemed to be on his shoulders. He looks up at the ramp as Amiee Allen’s Revolution begins to play, announcing the imminent arrival of tonight’s opponent.

Ciaren steps from behind the curtain to a huge ovation, and why not? This is a man who takes no shit, can kick your ass and drink like a trooper. A man who has overcome his problems and become the unlikely figurehead of this great company. This is a man that any real man aspires to be. If Ciaren knows all of this, he clearly couldn’t care less, as he strides down the ramp with little glitz of glamour. This is a man who is all business. He slides right into the ring and gets straight up, holding the XWA title belt in the air briefly to acknowledge the tremendous support who have come out to see him tonight.

Sanction: That’s what stands in front of Rose and that title he’s craved so much. A hundred and ninety two pounds of pure fighting spirit and balls. Friend or not, Ciaren is not giving Rose that title.

Pain: He won’t have to. You have no idea how much Rose wants it. Friend or not, Rose is not going to be stopped tonight. He’ll see to it.

The last chords of the fading music are drowned out by the excited roaring of the crowd, eagerly anticipating what promises to be a great match. Ciaren hands the XWA title belt to Kirk Samson, who stands in the centre of the ring alongside Keri Thames.

Thames: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest, set for one fall, is for the XTREME WRESTLING ALLIANCE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

At these words, Kirk Samson raises the XWA title high above his head.

Thames: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Caerphilly, South Wales…weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds…ROOOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!

Booing. Predictable. Not important anymore.

Thames: And his opponent…from Slygo, Ireland…weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety two pounds…he is the XWA World Heavyweight Champion…CIAREEEEEN, DONEGAN!!!!!

Huge cheers. A hand raised in acknowledgement. Excitement at fever pitch. Keri goes to duck out of the ring, but is stopped by a hand on her shoulder. Rose (quite graciously) requests her microphone and she, though confused, obliges. He thanks her and allows her to delicately exit the ring, leaving the floor open for the challenger.

Rose: You’ll have to excuse me here.

He addresses the stage and raises a hand.

Rose: Come on out!

Ciaren looks suspicious as he looks between Rose and the stage, not daring to take his eyes off his cunning friend for too long. However, his worries are for nought, as several uniformed men walk out from the back in single file. They march down the ramp with almost German-like organisation and stop at the bottom. They then file out, standing side by side facing the stage, completely blocking access to the ring.

Rose: Ciaren…man. I know this isn’t how you do things but…Legion, MadDog…DGX, Tempest. Tonight isn’t about them. This is our night. Our stage. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want some guy with a grudge coming out here to make one of our jobs easier. I want to see which of us deserves that belt. Can you get on board with this?

Ciaren looks at Rose for a second before shrugging and nodding.

Rose: Excellent. Good luck tonight, Ciaren, mate. Really. Give me hell.

The two exchange a grin, knowing that hell is exactly what they’ll put each other through tonight, and that they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sanction: Two best friends. No grudges, no animosity, no gimmicks. Two people doing what they love for the biggest prize there is. Your pay per view dollars will be repaid tenfold with this one, ladies and gentlemen. And we’re just about to kick off.

DING! DING! DING

Ciaren and Rose stride to the centre of the ring, like two competitors in any other match would go to lock up. But they pause when they meet. They stare at each other. God, they must know each other inside out, know every move, every trick. When Rose extends his hand any other man would be cautious, reluctant…even hostile. But Ciaren knows what to expect, and he grasps Rose’s hand and the two shake like the men they are. They break off and back up a little, ready to start this contest.

Sanction: Good luck, guys.

Pain: Good luck, Rose.

And we’re underway, with one question posed from the off. The love of competition, or the respect of each other? The two go hand in hand, and so we see no restraint from the two. Rose darts straight in at Ciaren, aiming low, looking to grab a leg and take advantage of Ciaren’s weakness. But the two know each other inside out and in again, and Ciaren is not about to be drawn in. He deftly dodges with the speed of a boxer, and goes to kick out at Rose. Rose sees the kick and takes a hold of the leg, looking for an amateur style takedown, but Ciaren has it covered, locking his arms around Rose’s head before anything can happen. Not to be outdone, Rose locks his own arms around Ciaren’s waist, and pushes himself to his feet against Ciaren’s weight. He tries to lift Ciaren like this, but Ciaren shifts his weight to resist. Ciaren hits a quick elbow to Rose’s shoulder, forcing him back down to one knee. But this is only for a second, as Rose pushes up again, more forcefully, and successfully lifts Ciaren up, straight over his head. Rose keeps his feet on the floor and bridges himself as he hits Ciaren with a northern lights suplex. Kirk Samson is quickly there.

Samson: One…


T-NO!

Ciaren kicks out with authority and is swiftly back up, as is Rose.

Sanction: I think there’s definitely going to be a feeling out process here. They know every move the other may make, so they HAVE to have some new tricks up their sleeves.

Rose has Ciaren in a side headlock, looking to show off his wrestling skills, which Ciaren never did quite manage to pick up. But that doesn’t mean Ciaren can’t fight his way out a situation. He clobbers Rose with forearms to the side, forcing him to let go to deal with the pain, which allows Ciaren to escape and run backwards to the ropes. He bounces off them and comes back at Rose, who turns just in time to catch a hard forearm to the face, which sends him reeling to the opposite ropes. Ciaren follows him over and catches him with a quick clothesline. The momentum of the clothesline so close to the ropes sends Rose into the centre of the ring, with Ciaren close behind. Ciaren goes for another clothesline, this time to the back of Rose’s head, but Rose has this one covered. He ducks down, leaving Ciaren to run harmlessly past him, allowing him to bounce back off the ropes again. Ciaren rebounds and comes back at Rose, not having time to dodge any attack. Ciaren finds himself caught in a front waistlock, not dissimilar to the one which ended in him being suplexed. Realising this, Ciaren thinks fast and quickly puts his hands up to Rose’s face, raking the eyes. The hold is broken and Ciaren grabs Rose roughly by the shoulders and unceremoniously pulls him down onto the floor. Quick cover by Ciaren.

Samson: One…


T-NO!

Big kickout by Rose and on their feet again.

Sanction: It’s going to take something bigger to get the upper hand here.

Pain: Rose’ll find a way.

Straight back into it, Rose pulls Ciaren into a collar and elbow tie up. Even if Ciaren was better versed in wrestling skills, Rose is still forty pounds heavier than his friend, so was always going to get the upper hand here. And he knows it, clearly, as he exerts his superiority by not only gaining the upper hand but giving Ciaren a tremendous shove, sending him sprawling across the ring, getting a full backward roll in the mix to boot. Ciaren smiles a little at how easily he was beaten as he looks up at Rose. If Rose is smiling, it’s impossible to tell, as he’s already running the other way, bouncing off the ropes and looking to head straight for Ciaren. Ciaren quickly hops to his feet and sidesteps quickly as Rose reaches him. Ciaren raises a knee, catching Rose in the stomach and forcing him to fall forward from the force of the kitchen sink.

Sanction: OOF! You know that one sent a message! Cover by Ciaren!

Samson: One…

T…

And another kickout by Rose. It doesn’t look like this one is going to end too early. Rose pushes Ciaren away in a most unplayful manner which is not lost on Ciaren. Ciaren is still smiling as he looks at the quite annoyed look on Rose’s face. He gives Rose a look which says “Ah, chill out, mate,” though it’s not known if Rose takes too kindly to this as he climbs back to his feet. Nonetheless, we carry on. Ciaren goes on the offensive, quickly closing the gap between him and Rose, throwing quick, playful jabs at him, simultaneously luring and cornering his challenger. He moves in on Rose, attempting to back him into the corner, but Rose is wise to the trap. As Ciaren goes to throw a harder, more meaningful shot, Rose moves to his side and deftly manoeuvres his feet around the Irishman’s calf. Rose goes to ground, pushing his weight on Ciaren, bringing him down in a drop toe hold, which he quickly moves from his position up to Ciaren’s shoulder. He pushes his hand down firmly on the shoulder blade, using his other arm to pull Ciaren’s up, in a variation of a fujiwara armbar.

Sanction: Could be a submission victory here! Title’s in trouble!

Pain: Rose could beat Ciaren at any given second. His speed and intelligence make him so hard to predict. This one was in the bag from the word go, Mark.

But Rose doesn’t seem to be looking for Ciaren to tap out. From his position, he has Ciaren trapped, and doesn’t seem to have taken kindly to Ciaren’s moment of superiority. He makes sure Ciaren knows about it, too, ramming hard elbows into the champion’s head, knowing that there’s not many places Ciaren can go from here. After four or five of these elbows, Rose simply lets go, gets to his feet, and backs up, smiling slightly himself now. This sentiment is not shared by Ciaren, who clearly believes that Rose’s “playing” is a small step too far. Rose would disagree, but Rose is a dickhead. Nothing is said, and it’s a subtle thing, but right here…this is where games are upped in this one.

Sanction: Those were some harsh elbows from Rose.

Pain: Why’d he let the hold go? Ciaren was never getting out of that!

Smug smile still painted on his features, Rose steps back into the centre of the ring, looking confident. He holds his arms out a little, inviting Ciaren to come and get him. As far as he’s concerned, this is Rose’s match to lose. As long as he stays aware and watches himself, this one’s in the bag. Ciaren accepts Rose’s invitation and joins him in the centre of the ring. Rose still smiles that awful smile as he raises one arm, another invitation for his friend. Ciaren looks at him for a second before cottoning on. He grins, too.

Pain: This one’ll decide the better man. Wrestlers have been doing it for decades. The good old, reliable test of strength!

Sanction: Oh yeah. No one EVER cheated in a test of strength. How could you? It’s fool proof.

Rose nods encouragingly as Ciaren begins to raise his arm to join Rose’s new little game. The smarks in the audience groan a little as they see the obvious coming a mile away. “Oh yeah, they’ll do this, Rose’ll kick him in the gut. Everyone boos. Big whoop.” That may have been the intention. Indeed, those looking hard enough would see Rose’s leg begin to raise to form the kick, but it never makes it. It doesn’t have time. Ciaren’s hard fist connects with Rose’s skull with the force only an Irishman can achieve, and Rose is sent several feet backwards before stumbling backwards onto the floor. The crowd go insane as Ciaren marches straight after him and keeps the initiative, following Rose down, first bending to hit more hard body blows and then kneeling down next to the challenger to lay some hard rights to the face.

Sanction: Ciaren has officially stopped playing!

Pain: Those are closed fists! Disqualify him, Samson!

Sanction: If Rose is disqualified, he goes home with nothing.

Pain: Good call, Samson! Rose’ll rally eventually!

Good luck to him. Rose is getting his face caved in right now, and there doesn’t seem to be much hope for escape for him. But it suddenly stops. Ciaren gets up and allows Rose some room, backing off a little way. Rose, too grateful to care why the onslaught has suddenly ceased, rolls over onto his front trying to both get himself some air and also try and sooth some of the shots to the face. If he’s not bruised in two minutes’ time, it’ll be a miracle.

Pain: See? He’s got Ciaren running. That leprechaun knows he’s got a world of hurt coming his way.

Rose pulls himself up onto his hands and knees, looking to crawl to the rope to get himself some assistance in getting up. Ciaren couldn’t have planned it better. The second Rose is up on his knees, Ciaren storms right over and hits a ferocious kick into the challenger’s gut, connecting with a clearly audible snapping noise which sends Rose halfway across the ring, clutching his stomach and crying out.

Sanction: You were saying?

This time there’s no backing up from Ciaren, and he quickly moves back in to get at Rose, who looks stranded, face down, just trying to work through the pain.

Sanction: What’s this from Ciaren now?

Well, I’ll tell you. It’s a surprising move from Ciaren, one not renowned for his in-ring prowess, but he looks to do something proper for the occasion. He pulls Rose’s legs up and crosses them over each other, before putting his own foot against them, keeping them locked.

Sanction: This looks to be the beginning of…a surfboard stretch, would you say?

Pain: Whatever it is, I can promise you he learned it from Rose. Ciaren would be NOTHING without Rose, and this damn sure proves it.

Sanction: I think I’ve seen Ciaren use all of two wrestling moves in his entire career, and he hasn’t done too badly. He’s gotten this far without them.

Ciaren reaches down, looking to grab both of Rose’s arms to complete the hold, but Rose has enough about him to resist, only allowing Ciaren one arm. This proves a very brief problem, however, as Ciaren simply gives Rose a stiff shot to the side, melting Rose’s resistance immediately. He surrenders his arm, and Ciaren uses the arms to pull back, stretching Rose’s back out painfully.

Sanction: Not just a wrestling move, an incredibly intelligent SUBMISSION manoeuvre by Ciaren here! Well, you don’t see that every day.

Pain: Give Rose time.

Kirk Samson hurries over to Rose, ready to give the opportunity for him to give up, as tapping is clearly not an available option, but he needn’t bother. No sooner is Kirk right and in position when, before Kirk even has a chance to ask Rose, Ciaren’s free foot is placed deliberately on Rose’s back. Ciaren pushes.



Rose eats canvass.

Sanction: Jesus Christ! My God, Rose’s face might look a little different by tomorrow morning! Now for the cov…no? Ciaren’s not done yet!

It seems that playtime is fully back on the cards, as Ciaren uses his foot to poke at a barely moving Rose. Rose, for his part, is more preoccupied by the throbbing pains in his face than a toe poking at his side. Even when Ciaren goes a step further and actively begins using his foot to push Rose over, rolling him across the ring, Rose seems largely unconcerned. The present action pales in significance compared the last couple of minutes of punishment. Which, of course, suits Ciaren perfectly. He rolls Rose until the challenger’s head is sticking out from under the bottom rope, suspended the height of the ring from the ground. Rose uses his hand to sooth his face, covering his eyes, which seem to have taken quite a beating on their own.

Pain: There’s a plan. There has to be a plan.

Ciaren casually strolls over to the ropes and carefully climbs out onto the apron, where Rose is waiting, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Ciaren looks so devil-may-care he could almost be whistling a jaunty tune. But there’s no time for that when there’s a match to be won.



The crowd roar in excitement as it seems Ciaren can do no wrong at the moment. He frees his leg from across Rose’s chest and allows himself to drop to the floor. He takes a deep, sighing breath, blowing a little hair from out of his face, before placing his hands on his hips and beginning to pace, planning his next move.

Sanction: Well, this is a pretty strong position Ciaren finds himself in.

Pain: Of course it is, he’s breaking all the rules, with no repercussions. This entire match is built to put Rose at a disadvantage. Ciaren can play dirty and retain. Rose plays dirty and gets shafted. And Ciaren loves it…

Ciaren apparently decides he deserves a little breather, deciding to walk around the corner to the front of the ring, near the announce desk. He slaps hands as he walks around, seemingly having the time of his life.

Pain: …he’s using closed fists, he’s on the outside and where’s the count? And that doesn’t matter anyway, because the referee could count to four million and Ciaren would still retain. This is just cheap, dirty, conniving…

And suddenly Pain is staring into the face of an unfriendly smiling Ciaren.

Pain: …and what d’you want? ME LUCKY CHAARMS?

Ciaren busts out laughing at what might possibly be the very first racist joke ever written. But it’s a cold, humourless laugh, akin to those he would often share with various members of Legion. And it’s making John Pain a little nervous.

Pain: Heh…y…y’like that one?

Ciaren: Oh yeah.

Ciaren goes to turn away from Pain, before suddenly turning back, fist raised. Pain cowers, leaning back behind Sanction. Ciaren laughs again as he grabs Pain’s water bottle off the table. He flips open the cap

Ciaren: Cheers!

Pain comes out from his hidey hole, laughing nervously again. Ciaren swigs deeply from the bottle, letting out an exaggerated “Ahhh!” He raises the bottle to Pain, saluting him. Pain holds a thumb up to him in acknowledgement before, to the delight of the crowd, finding himself covered in water.

Sanction: Ohohoho! Ah, John. I’ll never know how you get into these scrapes. Ah, classic.

Pain looks angry as he stands up, ringing out a sleeve from his suit jacket. He goes to mouth something at the laughing Ciaren, but he suddenly smiles and sits back down. Ciaren looks confused. He turns around quickly just in time to avoid Rose.



Rose crashes hard into the table, sending it back a foot or two, and sending a sickening crack into the ears of the commentators.

Sanction: Jesus Christ! Rose went for it all just there and he got nothing! Damn!

Ciaren looks stunned, as if he’s seen a ghost, as he quickly backs off from the scene, almost trying to absolve himself of any responsibility. He reaches the ring post and hold on it with one arm, clutching his heart with the other.

Pain: You alright, Rose? That damn Ciaren…he’ll get what’s coming to him, though. Oh yes.

Rose manages to pull himself along the floor, each movement a reminder of the toll and strain this match has caused. Ciaren, for his part, looks no better, clearly having seen his life pass before his eyes with that narrow miss. He is only on his feet thanks to the support of the ringpost.

Sanction: We have to thank the professionalism of referee Kirk Samson here. This match is huge, and he knows it. The leniency he’s shown here has been perhaps too far tonight, but that man is as big a fan as any of us. He wants to see someone emerge the better man!

Rose reaches the announce table and gratefully reaches up to grasp the top of it. A few fans from behind the desk forgo the usual “look at me, I’m on camera” routine to shout a few rare words of encouragement to Rose, who, for his part, has fought like a warrior tonight, as has Ciaren. Rose pulls himself up to a semi-standing position, using the table for support. Ciaren sees him from the corner of his eye, and even this crazy bastard who loves to fight so much has a weary, “let it end” look about him. He has beaten the crap out of his best friend, he doesn’t want to keep it up forever. But he lets go of the ringpost and shakes his head quickly, regaining focus, before starting a slow but deliberate walk towards his opponent. Rose, back on his feet, doesn’t look like a man who is ready for anything. And Ciaren knows it.

Pain: Hey, back off, Lucky Charms, let the man get some air!

John Pain is thrown a dirty look by Ciaren before the Irishman continues with his business, grabbing Rose by the hair and dragging him away from the table. He pulls him over to the ring apron and shoves him firmly into it, allowing him to lean against it.

Pain: That’s better! Yeah, it’s about time my word was respected around here.

Sanction: I think we should get out of the way.

If Rose was expecting a reprieve, he’s about to be very disappointed. Almost at Sanction’s word, Ciaren roughly pulls Rose by the arm before moving to his side and half pulling, half shoving him forwards, sending him hurtling towards the announce table for a second time. The force is so great that the announce crew barely manage to scramble away from their desk before Rose hits it hard and tumbles over the top of it, finally falling behind it.

Sanction: And Rose meets our announce desk again, and things are looking bleaker and bleaker for the challenger!

Pain: That stupid-ass, Guiness drinking, rainbow chasing, ham eating, backwards little bastard!

Ciaren assumes Rose’s previous position of leaning back against the ring, clearly feeling that he’s in no immediate danger, and that he deserves a bit of a rest. This is pretty accurate thinking, because Rose is currently huddled in a ball under the announce desk, barely visible. Around them, on the peripheries of the action, Pain helps a shaken Sanction back into his chair.

Sanction: Thanks, John.

Pain isn’t even looking at his colleague now, let alone listening.

Sanction: John?

Pain is staring into the wild, grinning face of Ciaren, who seems to be enjoying enraging the commentator who so favours his opponent.

Sanction: John, just leave it.

Well, really, there’s nothing to “leave.” All Ciaren has done is take the fight to one of Pain’s favourites.

Sanction: What’s going on, John?

Pain: Hm? Oh…nothing.

Pain steps back a pace or two, eyes still locked on Ciaren.

Sanction: C’mon, man. Sit down. Well…at least come back here. I’m not gonna try and move Rose. Heh.

Pain: Yeah…yeah, right.

Pain turns around and walks the rest of the way back to Sanction. He leans down briefly to get a look at how Rose is doing. He mouths something to him, and Rose raises a hand, thumb up. Sanction looks confused, and gives his broadcast partner a questioning look.

Pain: Um…yeah…he says he’s alright. Still got a lot of fight in him yet. Man, this has been a great match, huh?

Sanction: Umm…yeah? Yeah, been quite a battle. Not looking good for Rose right now, though, huh?

Pain: I have a good feeling about his chances, Mark. I think something’ll come up for him.

Ciaren is on his feet, free of support, and ready to continue. Whether the same can be said of Rose remains unknown, because he’s still almost completely under the table. Not for long. He drags himself across to the announce desk (now several feet from its original position, thanks to Rose). He uses it to support himself for a second, clearly not as well rested as he thought. He goes to reach over the table, looking to grab an arm, a leg, anything to get to Rose and finish this one.

Sanction: W…Hey! Now where are you going?

There is a dull clunk and a hissing noise as John Pain throws his headset down and quickly strides over to Ciaren. He reaches him, and, with strength belying his wintering years, locks his arms around him and pulls him back hard. He lets go and shoves him backwards, away from Rose. Ciaren’s face is a picture of shock, with a light coating of bemusement. He walks straight up to the announcer and pushes his own face into his. Kirk Samson spots this and, having not done anything but watch the match for a while, quickly drops to the floor and rolls under the bottom rope and to the floor.

Ciaren: The fuck d’you think you’re doing, old man?

Samson: C’mon, guys. Don’t touch him, John. I don’t want to disqualify anyone.

Ciaren: Think you’ve still got it, eh? Think you’re hard?

Pain moves his head away from Ciaren’s and backs off, holding his hands up to indicate his innocence, to a plethora of boos. Ciaren stares a hole into Pain as Kirk Samson tries to convince him to get back to his job and leave the fighting to the pros. Pain seems reluctant, though, as if wanting to make sure Ciaren doesn’t get it into his head that John Pain backs down from anyone.

Sanction: Jesus Christ, John. What the hell’s gotten into you tonight?

And then, in the blink of an eye, Pain is suddenly trying to get at Ciaren again, actively trying to get by referee Kirk Samson, to Ciaren. But somehow, even considering his age, the much bigger, much stronger, former XWA star can’t seem to get by the referee to get to a Ciaren who looks more than ready to make short work of him. And then Ciaren is down. Knocked straight onto his face with a resounding clang which chills the fans near him to the core. Rose is standing, exhausted but triumphant, holding a foreign object all too familiar to the hardcore XWA fans. Pain continues to struggle with Samson, who is too occupied with trying to keep the announcer from Ciaren to be aware that anything has happened.

Rose tosses the shovel aside, where it clatters harmlessly right by the ring apron. The back of Ciaren’s head is bloody and ugly from the sick shot from Vestal’s weapon of choice. Ciaren doesn’t move. Rose raises a hand to Pain, who, on cue, stops his struggling and becomes much more cooperative. He apologises to Samson and moves back towards Sanction.

Sanction: Do you want to explain to me just what the hell you think you’re doing?

Pain doesn’t answer. He merely takes Sanction’s chair by its handles and wheels him back to his position at their desk, before scooting behind him and taking his own seat. He picks up his discarded headset and gently places it back on his head.

Pain: Am I back on?

Sanction: Just what the hell was that?

Pain: Later.

Samson turns back towards Ciaren and is surprised to see Rose pulling the champion under the arms towards the ring. Of course he sees the blood, he sees the shovel, and of course, he puts two and two together. But what can he do? He saw nothing, there’s no call to make. Is he happy? No. Can he do anything about it? No. He can only do his job to the best of his ability and judgement, and right now his job is to get back into the ring, because that’s where the match is headed again. Rose props Ciaren up against the apron, where he sits, motionless and unresisting.

Sanction: Now, let’s talk now. You owe me and these people some damn answers, John. We’re wating.

Pain: You can keep waiting. We have a job to do. Do it.

Rose pulls Ciaren up from under the arms again, standing him up. He holds him up with one arm, and uses the other to hook him under the leg so he can lift him onto the apron. Once there, he gently pushes the man he has called his best friend further into the ring. Rose grabs the bottom rope and uses it to help pull himself under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

Sanction: Just tell me one thing…

Pain: I’m not telling you SHIT, Mark. Call the damn match.

Sanction: Not until…

Pain: Fine, let me do it for you. Rose gets back into the ring, about to clinch a victory of both the body and mind. An incredibly physical and…intelligently fought match! Like a game of chess, Sanction. And Rose has Ciaren in checkmate right now.

Rose looks tired but completely assured and at peace as he rolls over a little more and straight on top of Ciaren. However reluctant Samson is to do his job, what choice does he have? Feeling a little sick, Samson drops to the floor, in view of Ciaren’s shoulders, about to deliver the inevitable.

Samson:

One…


TWO….







NO!!!!

The crowd roar in relief, encouragement, and disbelief and Samson points excitedly at what has broken Rose’s heart. Ciaren, still unmoving, showing no visible sign of consciousness, is laid flat on his back, except for a single limb. Ciaren’s foot is resting on the bottom rope, saving the XWA title. Rose looks up from his position on top of Ciaren and the frustration is practically chiselled into his face. He stares at that foot like it’s Mount Everest.

Sanction: CIAREN KICKED OUT! CIAREN KICKED OUT! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT, JOHN! IS THAT PART OF YOUR SCHEME, HUH!?

Pain: I can’t…

Pain stands right as Rose is struggling painfully to his own feet, face still fixed in an expression disbelief. The crowd are on tenterhooks, wondering if Ciaren can possibly muster enough guts and gusto to fight his way out of another one. Pain waves at Rose, trying to draw his attention, and is successful after a second or two. Rose jerks his head up, forcing himself to look away from his opponent. He watches as Pain gestures with his arm, pulling at the air, shouting words that aren’t heard over the excitement of the audience in attendance. It seems to work, though, as Rose quickly nods his head in understanding and relief, seemingly recognising a simple solution when he sees one. He reaches down and grabs Ciaren’s arm tight before pulling backwards, dragging him right into the centre of the ring. The sheer joy on Rose’s face as he secures his victory is incredible. He drops to the mat again, on top of Ciaren, hooking one leg tightly, ready to usher in his destiny.

Samson:

One…


TWO….








And the roof almost blows the top off the arena as one shoulder launches itself into the air. The reaction to Ciaren’s heroics is only equalled by the crestfallen expressions shared between Rose and John Pain, who look as though Christmas has been cancelled. Rose looks panic-stricken, and tears are clearly visible as he rolls back off of Ciaren to slam the mat in desperate frustration. Pain looks like he’d like to slam a mat himself.

Sanction: Any more bright ideas, Mr. Upperhand?

One more, it seems. The headset is off again, and before you know it Pain is out from behind the desk, on his way to the ring. As he walks the short distance between the table and the ring, he stumbles, seemingly tripping over a cable. Eagle-eyed Samson spots his approach this time, and heads for the ropes. Pain reaches the apron a second before Samson reaches the ropes and, in Samson’s authoritative self-importance, he misses a small movement from Pain which could just determine the fate of the match and the XWA World Heavyweight title. Samson won’t find out until much later, though, as he quickly becomes preoccupied with Pain’s arrival on the ring apron.

Sanction: Oh no, John. Why are you doing this? What’s it going to achieve?

Pain tries to climb into the ring, but, of course, Samson won’t allow that. Ciaren is discreetly crawling to the bottom rope. Rose is up, joining Samson in yelling at Pain, furthering the sense of chaos Samson finds himself in. One eye on the rallying Ciaren, Rose berates Pain for “getting in his business.” Ciaren grabs the second rope. Now or never, Rose. He leaves Samson to deal with Pain on his own.

Rose walks back to the centre of the ring, where the reason for Pain’s subtle movement lies. Rose bends and picks up the shovel. Ciaren is up, supporting himself on the top rope, looking almost completely done. Almost.

Ciaren manages to focus himself on Rose, seeing the shovel in his hand. For a second, Ciaren looks hurt, and not from any injury sustained in this contest. The next second, he looks determined, and pissed off. The crowd see it and once again get behind this warrior, the very definition of a champion. He lets to of the rope, and Rose pounces. Ciaren looks around him for somewhere to go, but there is nowhere. If he drops to the floor he might not get back up. There’s nothing and nowhere for it. Ciaren straightens up and waits.

CRACK!
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The shovel almost cracks from the force of the blow to Ciaren’s head. The collective gasp from a capacity audience is a strange noise to hear. The yelp from Mark Sanction as he almost feels the blow himself is chilling, thought not as much as the satisfaction on John Pain’s face. You would expect Ciaren to fall straight down from the force, but the trajectory of the shot pushes him against the ropes, where he bounces back and forth lightly, arms dangling over the top rope, stopping him from falling. Rose looks distraught with himself and with his situation. Ciaren is still not down. The latter is purely circumstantial, but it hurts no less. Rose backs off, back to the centre of the ring. He looks at Ciaren, not hiding his frustrated tears now, begging him to fall, begging him not to make Rose hurt him anymore. By accident or design, Ciaren is still up.

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Sanction: Please, Ciaren. Fall down.

Pain drops from the apron again, and Samson is back in the game but, like before, he saw nothing, he can do nothing. Pain is back at the announce desk, but Sanction isn’t talking. The two of them, for very different reasons, are urging Ciaren to fall. For this to be over.

What can Rose do but make him? To assist him, and to finally finish this. Take the opportunity to decide if it was all worth it.

So he steps forward, wondering to himself whether to do the kind thing, and just unhook Ciaren, or to properly finish the job, and take him down.

It’s not his decision. If Ciaren’s going down, he’s going down on his own terms.

Rose takes one more step forward and suddenly finds Ciaren running towards him. No time to think, barely time to react, only one outcome.



Ciaren drops. Rose drops. The cover. The referee.


Samson:

One…



TWO....









THREE!!!!!!!!!

You have to respect his heart. You have to respect his resilience. You have to respect his balls. But the fact of the matter is that Ciaren Donnegan, longtime flagship of the new era in XWA, is no longer the champion. Rose is, even if he doesn’t look like one. He doesn’t look much of anything, really.[/color]

Pain:[/color] We have a new champion! Where the hell’s the balloons? The streamers? The sense of occasion.

Sanction:[/color] You have a lot of explaining to do, John.

Pain:[/color] And YOU have another match to call, Mark. All in good time.

Thames:[/color] Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Main Event of XWA Revenge!

An enormous ovation from the capacity crowd filling the United Center of Chicago, Illinois answers Keri’s announcement of the match that everyone in this arena had waited all night to see. Sure, the tag team and the XWA World Heavyweight Championship matches were all great matches earlier in this evening; but the people had flocked to the United Center by the thousands to witness this final epic confrontation.[/color]

Thames:[/color] The following contest is a Steel Cage match! Now the only ways to win this match are to either pin your opponent, force him to submit, or escape the cage via either the door or over the top of the cage.

A moment of anticipation builds quickly, tension rising within the arena before a torrent of hatred flows from the fans as “The Dark Spanish Symphony, 50’s Version” by Rubber City begins the introduction of the first competitor. Slowly stepping out from behind the curtain, flanked as always by Roxy Zuuko, is Johnny Valentine; The Greaser looking down at the cage-encased ring without the slightest hint of fear.[/color]

Pain:[/color] There he is Mark, the Hutton Brown Solution. Just look at him Mark; Johnny doesn’t seem afraid in the slightest as he makes his way toward that cage. In fact, he looks somewhat excited.

Sanction:[/color] Valentine may be donning a calm face right now, but I can’t seriously believe that he isn’t afraid at least on some level. After watching Hutton turn a desperate situation into leaving both XWA Champions laying last week on Massacre, I have to believe there is some fear in his mind.

Making his way to the ring without hesitation, Valentine and Zuuko ignore the raging boos and shouts from the fans as they descend the ramp. The Blast from the Past arrives at ringside and stands in admiration of the steel cage in front of him, both a tool to be utilized and feared by all competitors who must enter it. Johnny slowly removes his leather jacket and hands it off to Roxy before removing his shades to reveal eyes cold as stone, truly not afraid of the cage itself. Perhaps however, the other competitor entering would make Valentine feel some kind of emotion.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Week after week, Johnny Valentine has done everything to bring The Rated X Superstar to his knees as part of a mutual agreement with Legion. And while Legion has slowly crumpled over the past weeks, the hatred between these two men has only grown stronger and stronger.

Pain:[/color] Hutton may claim he has all kinds of special moves and tricks that he plans to pull out against Valentine, but I want to know how long he thinks he can keep such a charade going? One or two new flashy moves won’t put Valentine down, that’s for sure.

Thames:[/color] Accompanied to the ring by Roxy Zuuko; from Brooklyn, New York; weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds; Johnny Valentine!

After several seconds of further preparation, Johnny Valentine finally enters the cage and moves to the far side of the steel-encased ring. “The Dark Spanish Symphony” slowly diminishes as Valentine’s eyes lock upon the entrance ramp, the fans building with sudden anticipation for the arrival of The Rated X Messiah. Moments pass by, the tension building quickly before the slow opening beat of “Broken Dreams” by Shaman’s Harvest brings the fans into a frenzy of cheers, an utter ovation given to The Rated X Superstar. The lights in the arena dim as multiple spotlights flash around the arena as the song’s lyrics begin.[/color]

What’s that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near.
You never hear the shot that takes you down…

OUT OF TIME!

Sanction:[/color] Here he comes Ladies and Gentlemen, The Rated X Superstar is here! Can you feel the energy in this arena now?

Pain:[/color] Oh I feel it alright Mark, I just don’t see what all the fuss is about. Hutton really isn’t THAT impressive of a competitor to begin with. Hell, you witnessed his match at Legends; Ciaren was the man to watch, not Hutton.

Thames:[/color] And his opponent; from Manhattan, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; The Rated X Superstar, Hutton Brown!

The tone of the song picks up heavily as Brown steps out from behind the curtain to a thunderous ovation from the capacity crowd, Hutton stopping at the top of the ramp. Bringing a hand up to shield his eyes from the blinding light of the arena, The Rated X Messiah looks out at the fans as he pans the arena quickly. Brown’s mood is far more serious than usual, the level of this match far greater than anyone would have expected. For this match was one of the most personal battles Hutton had, and probably would, ever fight in his entire career[/color]

My dreams come true,
I make them, I make them come true.

Sanction:[/color] The intensity and technical prowess of Lion Merteuil and the reflexes and unpredictability of Johnny Valentine all wrapped into one as Hutton Brown. Can you see that combination and the potential he has to go down as one of the greatest competitors of all time?

Pain:[/color] I can’t say I’d go that far Mark, but I can definitely say that Hutton has become much more focused in competition of the past few weeks, especially since his defeat at Ciaren’s hands back at Legends.

Arriving at ringside and moving past the evil glare of Roxy Zuuko, Brown stops just inches before the door to the steel structure he would soon compete within. Waiting in such a position for a few moments, Hutton concludes that Valentine has no intention of rushing him before he enters the ring and promptly enters the squared circle. And thus ends the cinematics, the intensity of this match suddenly focused completely upon the action within the squared circle as “Broken Dreams” slowly fades to night. Brown and Valentine each take a step forward and Senior Referee Thomas J Tickles steps between the two to keep any pre-match sparks from flying while Referee Kirk Samson secures the cage door with a chain. A nod from Samson is all Tickles needs to step back and wave for the opening bell, intent on staying out of the way of these two competitors as they looked to utterly destroy each other.[/color]

Pain:[/color] And there it is Mark, the opening bell. This is quite possibly the most anticipated match XWA has held since our return to the air, and I can’t wait to see Valentine getting his hand raised at the end.

Sanction:[/color] The only reason you seem to hate Hutton so badly is the fact that he is one of the few men on this roster that actually chooses to play fair. I just can’t wait to see him shut you up for once in your life when this one is all said and done.

The three symbolic quick succession chimes sound before Brown and Valentine slowly circle around the ring, Hutton quickly trying to get the fans behind him as he slaps his hands over and over again. Completely nearly a three hundred and sixty degree loop around the ring, the two competitors move in for a collar and elbow tie-up quickly; Hutton and Johnny each trying to gain a quick advantage. Neither man succeeds in doing so, only managing to swing the other around wildly before Valentine finally manages to press The Rated X Superstar back into a corner. But Brown quickly turns the tables on The Blast from the Past, swinging the lock up around just before he lands in the corner and instead presses Johnny back into the turnbuckle. Valentine escapes quickly, darting away from Brown and keeping as much distance as he can, given the cage, between himself and his foe to prevent any sudden attacks.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Now maybe it’s just me, but that definitely seems like some fear in Johnny Valentine. The cage may not scare him at all, but he seems to be at least somewhat frightful of Hutton Brown.

Pain:[/color] Please Mark, it’s called judging an opponent’s strength. If Hutton says he’s going to compete on another level, all Valentine has to do is discover the strengths and weaknesses of that level and the match is his.

Holding out his arms as if to ask Valentine where exactly he thought he was going, The Rated X Messiah lures Johnny back to him with his unspoken taunt. The two competitors engage in another collar and elbow tie-up, The Greaser quickly transitioning the lock up into a side headlock on Brown. Hutton struggles quickly to alleviate the pressure of Valentine’s weak hold and manages to quickly pull his head free out the back, turning the tables once again as he hooks Johnny in a side headlock. A mere step from the ropes, The Blast from the Past steps backward and sends Brown across the ring with the aid of the ropes before charging in after him. But The Rated X Superstar comes barreling off the ropes, driving Valentine hard to the canvas with a crossed arm forearm block; Brown quickly dropping after him for an early pin attempt.[/color]


ONE!


Pain:[/color] Is perhaps Hutton the one who is afraid Mark, going for such an early pin on Valentine. Maybe he’s afraid that he doesn’t have what it takes to beat Johnny after all?

Kicking out with ease and hurrying back to his feet, Valentine looks to catch Brown by surprise but instead is caught dead in his tracks as he nearly comes face to face with The Rated X Superstar. Taking a quick step back, Johnny shoots a glance out to Roxy at ringside, such a glance catching Brown’s eye and drawing his attention away just enough for Valentine to step forward and drive a vicious boot into Hutton’s stomach.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] You want to talk about fear, just look at the cowardly tactics Valentine is having to employ to get the upper hand on Hutton here tonight.

And thus the opening is found, Valentine going to work with his specialty as he drives a vicious right hand into the exposed jaw of The Rated X Messiah. There’s some great power behind the punch indeed, the impact nearly causing Brown to spin an entire circle in place before he receives another right hand for his trouble. The second punch causes Hutton to backpedal dazed in the closest corner, free range then for a thunderous volley of right hand after right hand from The Blast from the Past. After nearly a dozen powerful punches, Valentine pulls his foe out from the corner by his hair before driving a forearm across the shoulder blades and sending Hutton to his knees in the middle of the ring.[/color]

Pain:[/color] There’s something to admire about a man who can nearly put you out of commission with just a few simple punches like Johnny Valentine can. It’s inspiring and scary at the same time.

Sanction:[/color] I don’t know what kind of overly-masculine feelings are flowing through your veins right now, but I’ll agree with you on the scary part. Valentine hits like a vicious boxer, rather than an XWA Superstar.

Stepping forward and propelling his knee in the same direction, Johnny connects with a thunderous knee right across Hutton’s jaw; such stunning impact displayed as Brown’s head nearly bounces off the canvas. Stepping back to take a quick breather and send another glance in the direction of Roxy, this one with a smirk, Valentine advances on Hutton once again only to be caught by surprise. Showing the true intensity of a student of Lion Merteuil’s and the powerful striking power of one instructed by Johnny Valentine, Hutton fires off a powerful right hand into the midsection of Valentine himself. Pushing aside the discomfort in his jawbone, The Rated X Messiah rises quickly as the cheers from the fans grow and fires off three quick yet powerful right hands into the upper torso and jaw of The Greaser.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Whether Valentine actually trained him or not, Johnny seems to be actually struggling to read the moves Hutton is pulling out. Almost as if Hutton was really telling the truth…

Sanction:[/color] Perhaps though, Johnny may have trained Hutton just a little too well for his own good and the student has now surpassed the master?

Driving Valentine back into the ring ropes with a four strike, a stiffening right forearm to the jaw, Brown pushes Johnny against the ropes before sending him across the squared circle with an irish whip. The Blast from the Past manages to quickly reverse the whip, holding onto his reversal for a second longer than normal as Johnny seems to attempt to toss The Rated X Superstar into the side of the steel cage. Hutton manages to retain his foot as he hits the ropes, charging quickly back at Valentine only for his foe to sudden swinging around and driving his elbow up into Brown’s jaw. The quick strike causes Hutton’s feet to go out from under him and sends The Rated X Superstar down to the canvas quickly. Pulling himself up quickly to a seated position, The Greaser doesn’t waste a second as he drives a stiff shin kick across the bridge of the nose and forces Brown back down to the mat.[/color]

Valentine:[/color] That all you got Fream?! Come on chump, that all your tricks?!

As Hutton slowly rolls over onto his stomach, Valentine takes a few moments to rub in the power behind his attacks as he slaps the back of Hutton’s head repeatedly as he taunts him. After four solid slaps, Johnny reaches down and wraps his hands around the head of The Rated X Messiah; Valentine giving Brown little time to recover as he drags his foe back to his feet.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Johnny getting rather cocky rather quickly and now might not be the time to do so. He’s been encountering some pretty tough resistance from Hutton throughout thus far.

Pain:[/color] Valentine has every reason to be cocky Mark. I mean to start with, Hutton has never once managed to beat Valentine in a one on one match before.

Gripping Brown by the back of the head, Johnny takes his victim in toe and charges toward the closest cage wall as Valentine tosses Hutton forward; Brown promptly eating a face full of steel. The Rated X Messiah stumbles backward only for Johnny to grasp him by the back of the head once more, The Greaser pressing Hutton’s face against the steel cage and rubbing Brown’s face against the rigged surface. After several long seconds and failing to draw blood by doing so, Valentine allows Brown to fall back into the close corner before pulling The Rated X Superstar out and whipping him diagonally across the cage-encased ring. Hutton hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles out of the corner just in time for Johnny to drive him to the canvas once again with a powerful clothesline. Looking down at the slow moving form of Hutton Brown, Valentine begins to get a certain look in his eye. A look only seen when someone is about to take a long trip…[/color]

Pain:[/color] Just check the look on the face of Valentine Mark, I honestly think he wants to end this one already. Could he be thinking of sending Hutton on a long trip down…

Sanction:[/color] Not a chance, not this early in the match. Or could he? That look is just like the one right before he tried to send Nicole Harper on such a devastating trip.

Turning away from the slowly rising form of Hutton Brown, Johnny doesn’t expect to be caught from behind by the very same man. Showing himself to still be quite full of fight, Hutton leaps up quickly and takes hold of Valentine by the back of his head and belt; The Rated X Messiah giving The Greaser a taste of his own medicine in return for earlier! Johnny slams against the cage wall without any resistance, dropping back to his feet on the canvas and swinging a wild right hand at his opponent. Ducking under the oncoming wild punch, Hutton comes up around behind Valentine and leaps into the air as he wraps both his arms around the jaw of The Greaser and pulls him to the canvas with the X-Attack. Brown lands upon his back before pulling himself back to a seated position and hooking Valentine’s leg for a pin.[/color]


ONE!


TWO!


Kickout!


Brown seems hardly disappointed as he pulls himself back to his feet following Valentine’s kickout, grasping Johnny around the head as he pulls The Greaser back up to his level. Yet like Hutton had already proved on a few occasions tonight, Valentine too had much more to give to this contest as he suddenly shifts his body and sends Brown face first into the close corner with a drop toe hold. Climbing back to his own vertical base and trying to shake the cobwebs while The Rated X Superstar attempts the same, Valentine steps away from his opponent to catch his breath; bitter effects from such a physical contest easily showing on both competitors. Watching carefully as Brown pulls himself around to one knee in the corner, Johnny charges in at his prey for what would have been a powerful turnbuckle clothesline had Hutton not stepped out and countered.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Such powerful back and forth action inside the steel cage is quickly taking it’s toll on each of these competitors. I honestly wonder how much longer they can manage to go on before one of them collapses.

Pain:[/color] With the hatred between these two Mark, neither man has any intentions to quit as long as the other is still standing. Trust me on this Sanction, this one is going to end up with one man being removed from here on a stretcher.

Driving his elbow out as Valentine charges in, Hutton catches his former mentor underneath the jaw and sends Johnny staggering away with the recoil. But The Rated X Superstar isn’t quite finished as he takes a commanding step forward and literally slaps the taste completely out of Valentine’s mouth; the vicious slap spinning Johnny around and dropping him to his knees and then chest. There is an audible groan from the fans in the first couple of rows of seats from the tremendous clash of skin as Valentine falls to the canvas, Brown staggering out from the corner still partially dazed. Stepping uncertainly around to the head of Valentine, Hutton pulls his foe up before The Blast from the Past suddenly lashes out with a knee to the midsection. Catching Brown by surprised, Johnny fires off a right hand that drops Hutton to his knees; The Rated X Messiah landing over the second rope.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Like I said Mark, one of these men is not going to walk out of here under his own power. There is just too much hatred crammed in a tiny area like that Steel Cage for one of them not to.

Taking a few steps back to allow himself a moments recovery, Valentine switches his gameplan quickly as he surveys the position of The Rated X Superstar. With Brown still leaning over the second rope and only beginning to stir, The Blast from the Past charges the far set of ring ropes before crossing the ring as quickly as his body will take him. Leaping into the air and pulling his knees up, Valentine connects with Victory Road against the back of Hutton Brown, driving Hutton face first into the steel cage itself! Johnny lands on his back, his trademark move bringing mild discomfort to his own legs, before he rolls over onto Hutton as he hits the canvas; Valentine hooking the leg of The Rated X Superstar as Tickles slides in for the count.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Victory Road against the steel cage! Hutton may be strong, but how can he possibly kick out of that?!


ONE!


TWO!


THR-Kickout!


Pain:[/color] No way, I could have sworn that Valentine had the three right there Mark. Honestly, how much can one man endure before he finally decides to just give in?

Forcing his shoulder off the canvas just in the nick of time stuns Valentine, The Greaser unable to comprehend at first how such a fream could kick out of a move he’d once utilized as his finishing maneuver. Looking at the referee with astonishment and hopping that Tickles might apologize on making a mistake, Johnny grits his teeth as the Senior Referee shows him but two fingers. Frustration setting in, Valentine hooks the leg again.[/color]


ONE!


TWO!


TH-Kickout!


An even quicker, if only just, kickout by The Rated X Messiah really gets the blood boiling within The Blast from the Past, Valentine looking up at the referee and nearly demanding that he call for the bell and declare him the victor. But Tickles refuses to be swayed by even the most threatening of looks or faces and returns to his feet, prompting Johnny to rise to his just to get in the face of the official. Some heated words fly from both competitor and unbiased official as the two men exchange their ideas on just exactly what had taken place during the first pin count, Hutton left to rot on the canvas throughout this time; simply bidding his time. With rage blurring his focus, only the shouts of Roxy Zuuko slowly begin to bring Valentine’s focus back to where it should properly be as Johnny finally pulls his attention away from Tickles and back upon the slowly rising Hutton Brown.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Valentine refuses to believe that Hutton managed to kick out and I’m right there with him. Frankly, Hutton shouldn’t have even been conscious following such a vicious Victory Road like that.

Sanction:[/color] Regardless of whether he should have been or not, he was and he did kick out of the pin. It’s that stunning almost “never say die” attitude that has really attracted the fans to The Rated X Supers- Wait a minute! Shut Down!

As Valentine advances upon a kneeling Brown once again, Hutton reacts with almost catlike reflexes that he would have most assuredly learned from past training experience with Johnny Valentine. Reaching up and wrapping his hands around the left arm of The Greaser, Brown pulls Valentine quickly to the canvas as he catches Johnny by surprise. Quickly reversing the left arm, Hutton pulls the arm back around the throat of his adversary as he looks to pin Valentine to the canvas with the submission maneuver he’d helped created. Being as such however, The Blast from the Past finds weakness in Hutton’s hastily applied finishing submission hold in the form of weak placement of his right leg and begins to quickly fight out of the hold. With The Rated X Messiah locked perfectly around his throat and upper body, Valentine puts his strength on display as he pulls Hutton off the canvas and plants him into the closest turnbuckle back first.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] I don’t really care what you have to say now, that was definitely fear in the eyes of Johnny Valentine as soon as Hutton tried to lock in Shut Down. He knew he only had one chance to escape.

Pain:[/color] No way Mark, it was a sudden surge of tactical adrenaline. That’s all it was, I’m telling you!

Anger flourishing up within The Blast from the Past at nearly being forced into a submission move he’d created, Valentine recovers quickly and charges in at his opponent without heeding to a possible counterattack. Brown delivers as well, thrust his elbow out once again and catching Valentine under the jaw, The Greaser stumbling backward as Hutton jumps to the second rope. As Valentine looks back toward the corner, he finds Brown already in mid flight and has no chance to evade the oncoming attack as The Rated X Superstar spins around, connecting with a Diving European Uppercut that sends Johnny to the canvas. A “sudden surge of tactical adrenaline” suddenly surging through The Rated X Messiah, Brown is on his feet in an instant with his arms out wide. Hutton was calling for the end now.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Just listen to these fans as Hutton gets fired up! The whole building just fills up with a whole new level of intensity as Hutton looks for Blacklight!

Valentine clutches his jaw as he rises, unaware of the fate that awaits him until it is simply too late; Hutton overhooking each one of The Greaser’s arms and spinning around one hundred and eighty degrees. But before Hutton can drop to the canvas for what could be a match sealing Blacklight, Valentine manages to pull his arms free and shoves The Rated X Superstar as hard as he can toward a cage wall.[/color]

Pain:[/color] HA! Johnny reverses it and now Hutton is going to eat cage wa- Oh crap!

Managing to stop himself just short of indeed eating the cage wall once again, Hutton spins just in time to see Valentine charging toward him. The teachings he’d received from his current foe from long ago about knowing how to time your movements is key as Brown spins away just in time, shoving The Greaser instead forward and leaving Johnny nowhere to go but into the wall of the devastating Steel Cage. Valentine stumbles backward as a trickle of blood begins to stream down his face, Johnny backpedaling uncertainly into The Rated X Messiah himself. Looking dazed back at his opponent, Valentine grits his teeth as Hutton’s knee finds his ribcage and doubles him over; The Rated X Superstar locking him a pumphandle position.[/color]

Pain:[/color] That pumphandle position… Training from Lion Merteuil… Oh no, Johnny!!!

Stunning the capacity crowd filling the United Center, Hutton hoists Valentine off the canvas and up onto his right shoulder for a single moment. It’s on of those flashbulb moments as The Rated X Superstar takes a single step forward and drops his greatest foe, Johnny Valentine, to the canvas with an all too familiar Pumphandle Powerbomb![/color]

Sanction:[/color] Chapter 11! I knew Hutton had something he would hold back for Revenge, and I never thought it would be Chapter 11! The cover! This is it!


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!

Slamming his hand to the canvas for a third time, XWA Senior Official Thomas J Tickles turns quickly to the timekeeper to call for the final bell of both this contest and XWA Revenge. The crowd erupts in a chorus of celebration as “Broken Dreams” by Shaman’s Harvest attempts to penetrate their cheers, all this signifying Hutton Brown claiming the victory in Revenge’s Main Event. Within the cage-encased ring, Brown rolls off of Johnny Valentine while his left hand moves quickly to his back; the effects of the Victory Road against the steel cage not easily forgotten even in victory.[/color]

Thames:[/color] Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner; The Rated X Superstar, Hutton Brown!

Sanction:[/color] Very few people thought he could do it John. Hell, even you yourself had no confidence that Brown could overcome Johnny Valentine here tonight!

Pain:[/color] Hutton Brown just continues to fight on, refusing to give up at every turn. And to top that off, he’s ruining my reputation for knowing the outcome of matches beforehand!

Tickles’ assists The Rated X Messiah slowly to his feet, Brown’s left hand remaining against his still wounded lower back as he climbs to a vertical base. Finally managing to stand tall, Hutton allows the official to hoist his right arm into the air; Brown pulling his left arm up just long enough to stand in triumph before returning it to his back. Releasing the arm of the victor, Thomas steps away from Hutton to check on the status of Johnny Valentine as Roxy Zuuko enters the ring and rushes to her man.[/color]

Pain:[/color] Honestly Mark, I’m still astonished by how this match came to an end. I honestly believed that Hutton was full of hot air when he claimed to have a whole new arsenal of moves at his disposal.

Sanction:[/color] Given the men that Hutton listed as those who had trained him, how could you ever doubt the near endless list of maneuvers Brown has at his disposal? I could hardly say I was surprised to see Brown utilize Chapter 11 to put Valentine away, though I was amazed none the less.

Valentine slams his fist against the canvas as Thomas and Roxy check to see if he’s alright, this only seeming to infuriate Johnny further. Not only was his loss an embarrassment in itself to The Blast from the Past but he didn’t need their sympathy right now. Instead, Valentine looks past them to his greatest rival and is stunned by what he sees. The Rated X Superstar standing over him, his arm extended to The Greaser in friendship and forgiveness[/color]

Sanction:[/color] My god! After everything that has transpired these past two months and yet Hutton holds his hand out to Valentine once the smoke has cleared?! Can he really be able to forgive Johnny after all that he’s done?

The moment seems to perhaps slow time down, tension hanging in the air as Brown holds out a hand to the man he’d just ended a great war with, extending a hand of perhaps forgiveness and friendship. Even if he is indeed willing to forgive and forget, Hutton Brown isn’t left with much input on the part of Johnny Valentine as The Blast from the Past rolls away from him; Valentine sliding out of the ring with Zuuko quickly in toe. The Rated X Messiah remains with his hand outstretched for many long moments after Johnny makes his leave, Hutton starring up at Valentine as he goes will shifting his outstretched hand to his back. A look of disappointment shows upon the face of tonight’s victor as Johnny Valentine stares him down his entire trip up the ramp, The Greaser only breaking eye contact as he passes behind the curtain.[/color]

Pain:[/color] What I have to wonder is where does Hutton Brown go from here? Other than perhaps Rose, Hutton has the greatest momentum behind him right now as we look forward.

Sanction:[/color] We currently don’t have a number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship John, and you have to believe that Hutton may be close if not the top of the list. And just look at him now…

Turning away from the ramp after Valentine leaves; The Rated X Superstar turns to the far corner and begins to climb, not stopping at the top of the turnbuckle however. Continuing to ascend higher, Brown climbs the corner of the steel cage straight to the top and pulls himself carefully up to his feet on the top of the steel cage. It is here that Hutton stands nearly atop the XWA world, holding both his hands high into the air in victory as the fans continue to cheer and chant his name. As the XWA logo appears at the bottom of the screen, Hutton brings his arms down to his waist and runs them outward. The Rated X Superstar was declaring his hunger for gold.[/color]

Sanction:[/color] Ladies and Gentlemen, we could definitely be looking at the possibility of Hutton vs. Rose in the near future for the World Heavyweight Championship! The two greatest stars in XWA colliding for the most coveted prize in all the XWA; man, what a treat that would be!

Pain:[/color] We’re just going to have to see which direction Tempest decides to take the company in Mark. Sadly though, we’re out of time. So for Mark Sanction, I’m John Pain; this has been XWA Revenge!

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