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Monday Night Madness - 10/21/2013
10-22-2013, 10:17 PM
Post: #1
[Image: madness3.png]





Date: October 21, 2013
Arena: The Rose Garden
City: Portland, Oregon








BOOM! The pyro explodes all over the edges of The Rose Garden as Madness goes LIVE in Portland! At the sound of the explosions, the crowd goes wild! The camera pans over the crowd, rife with “ironic” fan signs: “Madness at Gunpoint,” “IRA Fears the Sickle,” and oh, look! A Jenna Silver sign! “Jenna, suck my—“



Wait, can we show that on TV?







JOEY STYLES: “We are LIVE! We are in Portlandia, hipster capital of the USA! And this…is…Madness!

Hello, everyone! As per usual, I am Joey Styles, your voice of Madness! Tonight, only on Madness, we get to witness The Family’s Jim Ward take on our residential ex-pornographic actress, Jenna Silver! Not only that, but we get, for the low, low price of basic cable, not one, but TWO insane special stipulation matches!

The Lord of Darkness himself Sebastian Duke faces off against LJ Havok in one of our renowned, specially crafted matches: A Heyman’s Chamber of Horrors! And if that’s not enough to whet your whistle for bloodshed, we have our Main Event, where fightin’ Irishman Michael McBride takes on the Russian Horrorshow, Alexander Cruchev, in a Barbed Wire Massacre Match! That’s right! The ropes will be lined with razor sharp barbed wire, capable of ripping flesh from bone!

Where else but on Madness can you get entertainment like that?”







The camera feed of the arena is suddenly interrupted by a view of a pair of finely polished shoes. The camera slowly pans up the almost inhuman length of legs, until the disgruntled visage of Morgan Eldred comes into view. With a grunt of effort, Eldred cracks his neck and looks down at a folder, held aloft with his stony, pale left hand. He gives off an angry sigh and glares across the room at his assistant, Aly, who stands firmly in place, holding a clipboard defensively across her chest.



MORGAN ELDRED: “This is what I get? While Carver runs his ridiculous Lethal Lottery, I am left with the remains of the XWF roster? These bloody voluntary contracts! These peons work as they please on company dime! We’re paying their insurance premiums! We’ve hired catering! And for what? Six. Bloody. Workers. Six workers elect to work tonight! This arena is as empty as Satan’s heart!”



SLY: “I thought Satan’s heart was full. Full of hate?”



Eldred suddenly rises from his leather chair, slamming his hands atop the desk in frustration. His cold, steely gaze catches Sly’s eyes. To her, he looks like a towering, horrific monolith of a man, his suit jacket accentuating his already broad shoulders.



MORGAN ELDRED: “You’re missing the point, Sly! I’ve been left with the riff-raff! The wretched proletariat! Were I not a proper businessman, I’d have to hire more than one hitman. And not simply to watch Mr. Heyman.”



SLY: “Speaking of Mr. Heyman…would you happen to know when he’ll be returning from his uh… mandatory vacation?”



Eldred pulls his mobile phone from his slacks pocket and glances at the screen off-handedly before returning it to the dark crevasse.



MORGAN ELDRED: “I haven’t gotten an update from the assassin saying that Heyman’s left the airport. Last I checked, our dear Overlord had…disappeared from the view of my eyes all across the globe. How queer...”



His eyes narrow in thought for a moment before he shakes his head, clearing the thought from his mind.



MORGAN ELDRED: “Unless Mr. Heyman has somehow given my hired help the slip…no…not possible. Nevertheless…Sly! Have the maintenance crew set up those security cameras I ordered!”



With Eldred on the verge of paranoid delusion, Sly takes this as a hint, and quickly slips quietly out the door, leaving Eldred to his mad rantings about “Big Brother,” “the power,” and “a new order.”






JOEY STYLES: “Well…okay…looks like the new co-GM might be issuing in a few new security protocols… Nevertheless, we move onto our opening match of the evening!”



“Twerk” by Lady plays.




JOEY STYLES: “What is there to really say about Jenna Silver? A bombastic, buxom bombshell has landed on the XWF’s shores, and no one seems too eager to defuse her anytime soon!”



“The Unforgiven” by Metallica plays.




JOEY STYLES: “Jim Ward, one half of the Second City Warriors alongside his brother, Matt! Looks like Sarah Parsons will be supporting him at ringside tonight. I have to wonder how the rest of The Family is faring.”




Jenna Silver
- vs -
Jim Ward
Standard Rules




As the bell rings, both competitors take a moment to size up their competition. Ward seems to be all business, thinking purely in terms of strategy and how he’s going to tackle his shapely opponent. Jenna, however, smirks gleefully to herself and squats into a spread-legged, coy pose, biting seductively at her index finger as Ward looks on. But Jim Ward is no fool; Sarah Parsons is right there at ringside, and he knows better than to be beguiled by Silver’s charms. He charges for the corner, catching the underside of Silver’s jaw with a knee strike, bouncing her head off the turnbuckle!



But Ward doesn’t let Silver slump to the ground. Rather, he pulls her into an incredibly strong Irish whip, sending Silver bouncing off the opposite ropes. As she approaches, Silver leaps into the air and lands atop Ward with a crossbody! Now lying atop Ward, Silver sticks out her tongue and ever-so-slowly licks up the side of Ward’s cheek! Oddly disgusted, Ward shoves Silver off of himself and scrambles into the corner, wiping away the strands of saliva stuck to the stubble on his face.



Silver rises to her feet and giggles at the silly boy seated in the corner. Ward stares back at her with a look of pure “what-the-fuck.” On the outside, Sarah Parsons is fuming! She yells into the ring at Silver, who ignores her. With another giggle, Silver runs at the corner and dives, split-legged, toward Ward’s face, but he ducks the move, causing Silver to land tailbone-first on the lower turnbuckle, her legs entangled in the bottom ropes.



JOEY STYLES: “Just uh…what was she intending to do there?”



Reacting quickly, Ward creeps up behind Silver and wraps her up in a sleeper hold! Silver’s reflexes kick in, and she breaks out with a modified stunner to Ward, who stumbles back, grasping his jaw, leaving Silver just enough room to roll him into a pin!

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Ward kicks out!



Silver wastes no time, wrapping her legs around Ward’s arm and applying an arm bar, essentially humping her hips into his elbow! Ward squirms from a combination of pain and disgust, and finally manages to wriggle his way over to the ropes for the break. With a dejected pout, Silver releases the hold, but not before patting Ward’s crotch, which causes him to slide to the outside and into the protective arms of Sarah Parsons.



Ward takes his time getting back into the ring as he receives a bit of a pep talk from Parsons, who, in a sign of dominance over Silver, gently pats Jim’s butt as he rolls back into the ring. He and Silver lock up, with Ward wrenching Silver into a side headlock, which leads into a quick snapmare, flipping Silver onto her rear, in a seated position. Ward clocks her one in the head with a spin-kick, and goes for the pin when Silver falls.

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Kick-out!



Jim Ward, knowing he has the advantage, backs into the corner, waiting for Jenna to reach her feet. As she finally makes it, wobbling, onto two legs, he runs forward, and nearly tears Silver in half with the Checkmate (spear)! He lifts the ex-porn star to her feet and lifts her into position for the Final Impact (Back to Belly Piledriver)! But with the momentum of being lifted, Silver rolls back, twisting Ward until his shoulders hit the mat! A pin!

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Ward kicks out, and fumbles to his knees! But he’s slower than Silver, who drops him with an enzuigiri! Ward, running on blind adrenaline from the kick to the face, scrambles to his feet. Silver meets him, and spins on one leg, aiming to hit the Long Kiss Goodnight! Ward ducks it and bounces off the ropes, coming back with a flying forearm to Silver’s neck! Both contestants hit the mat pretty hard, sprawling out. The ref counts them down!

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Ward is up on his feet, and sees Silver is almost back on her feet, as well. He crouches, ready to pounce for another Checkmate! He charges at Jenna as she turns to face him! Her reflexes are still quite sharp! She turns on one leg and nails Ward mid-charge with the Long Kiss Goodnight!



The pin!



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3!



WINNER: Jenna Silver
+3 Points




Jenna stands up as the referee walks over to raise her hand in victory. Meanwhile, Ward rolls out of the ring and starts to head up the ramp. Just as Jenna's hand is raised, someone comes out from underneath the ring. Was this person underneath the ring the entire match? It looks like a woman in a grey hoodie! The woman turns towards a ringside camera... She's wearing a scream mask! She runs and slides into the ring. Jenna spins around and gets punched in the midsection. A second punch connects with Jenna's skull!



CRACK!!!



Jenna drops to the mat and is busted open. The camera zooms in on the attacker's hand....



Is that....?




A pair of brass knuckles?


But the attacker isn't done yet. She tosses the knucks to the mat and snatches Jenna up by the hair before ramming her backwards into the turnbuckle. Jim Ward, who was waiting on the ramp, has seen enough and sprints down to the ring! The attacker staggers Jenna further with an elbow to the face, causing her to drop into a seated position in the corner, and then runs at Ward, who just entered the ring. Ward goes for a clothesline, but the attacker ducks it and rebounds off the ropes at full speed... Then connects with what looks like some kind of running blockbuster on Ward! Jim Ward is down, but Jenna comes up from behind and has the attacker in a side headlock, pulling at the mask! It's coming loose, and Jenna finally pulls the mask away from the face of the attacker! The hooded attacker finally gets away, covering her face and rolling out of the ring, but not before Jenna sees something very distinctive of the attacker...


....


Bright orange hair!


The attacker sprints away up the ramp as medical staff, along with Sarah Parsons, tend to Ward and check on Jenna in the ring.







LJ Havok is seen walking backstage with a determined look on his fac,e ready for his main event match against Sebastian Duke.

He turns a corner and comes face to face with... CHRIS MACBETH.

Macbeth takes a drag of a cigarette and exhales it out into Havok's face.

Havok leans back slightly before giving Macbeth a shove in the chest. Macbeth stumbles back and laughs hysterically.


MACBETH: “Oooooh a lot of fight in you there, kid. I like that. You look like you’re ready for your big match against the Brotherhood tonight… well, Sebastian Duke anyway.”


Havok nods with a determined look on his face and moves to push past Macbeth, who holds his hand out to stop Havok mid-stride.


MACBETH: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute, squire. I just want to give you some advice going into the match.”


Havok looks at Macbeth as if to say, “what the heck kind of advice could you give me,” but the oddly specific body language does not stop Macbeth from continuing to “advise” Havok.


MACBETH: “Right so as you know, Sebastian Duke is "kind of a big deal" around these parts. Yeah, that’s right, just like Ron Burgundy. Except… you see, with Duke… he doesn't have Brian Fantana, Brick Tamland or Champ Kind by his side. No, unlike Burgundy, Duke has the likes of Griffin Macalister, Tony Santos and Steve Davids, among a number of other unnamed supporters.”


Havok doesn’t seem to care much, however, and a confident smirk spreads across his face.


MACBETH “Oh, I see your confidence at work there, soldier. That confidence is a good, positive thing to carry with you, so... hey... I'm proud of ya. I just don't think you should be quite so confident, though. I’m saying this because apparently, Mr. Havok, when one faces up against The Brotherhood, it can be a bit of a... Nightmare?”


Suddenly, Havok is grabbed from behind and thrown into the solid concrete wall. Macbeth laughs as the camera pans around to show Nightmare, stomping away on the downed Havok’s face before picking him up and holding him in a full nelson.

Macbeth steps up and gives him a boot to the midsection and then a slap around the face before Nightmare lifts Havok high and hits him with a full nelson slam onto the hard floor below.


NIGHTMARE: “A message from the Brotherhood to you, LJ Havok: enjoy your match.”








JOEY STYLES: “The chamber, ladies and gentlemen, is lowering as we speak! The Extreme Revolutions LJ Havok accepted the challenge a couple of weeks ago from the leader of the Brotherhood, the self professed King of Darkness, Sebastian Duke.

“Duke is wanting to shut LJ Havok up, and tonight, he'll get that chance.

“Every two and a half minutes a weapons pod will open and everything and anything goes! The first to score a pin fall or submission will be the winner!”



[Image: eliminationchamber.jpg]




”The Campaign” by Affiance plays.




JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok, the resident savior of the Extreme Revolution! He's taken a couple of weeks off and what a test on his first night back!”



”Evil Ways” by Blues Saraceno plays.




JOEY STYLES: “The arena is dark, and torch bearers lead out the King of Darkness! He's been in a little slump as of late and is looking to get back on track in the extreme of all extreme contests!”




“The Savior” LJ Havok
- vs -
“The King of Darkness” Sebastian Duke
Heymans Chamber of Horrors Match




Duke climbs the steps and enters the ring, slamming the chamber door behind him. The XWF officials are there to lock it shut and the bell rings.


2:29...




2:28...




2:27...




Havok goes on the offense early, hitting Duke as soon as he slams the door shut. Havok lands a couple of blows to Duke's midsection, causing him to double over. Havok pulls Duke's cape up over his head and tosses Duke's crown. Havok continues to lay into Duke with fists into Duke's cape covered face. With Duke reeling, Havok shoves the larger man into the chamber wall. Duke falls to the steel apron as Havok decides to boast a little inside the ring.


Havok picks up Duke's King of Darkness crown and places it on top of his own head. He poses as he looks toward the crowd.



JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok, having a little fun at Sebastian Duke's expense!”



Duke gets to his feet and whips his cape to the steel apron before catching a glimpse of LJ Havok parading around with his crown. Duke enters the ring and stands a few feet behind LJ with his hands on his hips.



JOEY STYLES: “Uhh, Havok might want to turn around!”



Almost right on cue, Havok turns to face Sebastian Duke and is clocked square in the jaw for his trouble. Havok hits the mat and Duke's crown flies into the air and lands against the chamber wall. Duke grabs Havok by his beard and rips him back up to his feet. Once in a standing position, Duke shoves Havok hard into the turnbuckle.



0:29...




0:28...




0:27...




Duke drives his right shoulder into the midsection of LJ Havok a few times before allowing him to fall to the mat. Duke stands near LJ Havok's head then delivers a hard stomp to the forehead of Havok.



0:03...




0:02...




0:01!




JOEY STYLES: “The buzzer sounds and the arena darkens as the first weapons pod is being opened!”



Duke follows the flash of light that signals the opening of one of the pods. He enters the pod. Once inside, he tosses out, one by one, a trio of steel chairs and two kendo sticks. Duke maintains possession of one chair and finds himself back in the ring.


Once inside, he realizes LJ is getting to his feet. LJ uses to the corner to stabilize himself and notices Sebastian Duke closing in on him. Duke raises the chair above his head and receives a kick to the midsection from Havok.



JOEY STYLES: “A nice self preservation tactic shown here by LJ Havok!”



Duke closes in on him again with the chair held high. Havok, again delivers a stiff kick to the midsection staggering Duke backwards. Duke hold the chair up high one more time and attempts to swing it at Havok. Havok ducks under it and makes his way behind Duke. Duke turns around quickly and Havok is caught off guard as he moves in for an attack of some sort.


Havok stops himself and Duke takes advantage of the lesser experienced competitor...



JOEY STYLES: “Duke! With the chair across the skull of LJ Havok!”




1:31...




1:30...




1:29...




Duke goes for the cover.


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LJ Havok with the kick out at 2!


Duke gets back to his feet and lifts LJ Havok to his. Duke then tosses Havok over the top rope and he crashes to the steel apron below. Duke follows him out and lifts him back to his feet. Out of desperation, Havok lands a drop kick to the knee of Sebastian Duke.


Duke drops to one knee on the apron. Havok lands a toe kick to the side of Duke's head which has very little effect. Havok back pedals as far as he can, then charges toward Duke. Duke, reacting quickly, gets back to his feet and tosses Havok back over the top rope and into the ring.


Havok's agility allows him to land on his feet in the ring. Duke re-enters the ring quickly and grabs Havok by the hair from behind. Duke pulls him in closer...









SMACK!



JOEY STYLES: “Wow! What a shot from Havok with that kendo stick!”



Duke staggers backward while maintaining a grip on LJ Havok's hair. Havok swings again...









SMACK!


The kendo stick lands right between the eyes of Duke, stunning him in the process. Havok takes advantage of the situation by grabbing one of the chairs and driving it edge first into Duke's midsection, doubling him over in the process. Havok, with the chair still in his hands, swings the chair toward Duke's back...









CRACK!



JOEY STYLES: “Damn! What a shot with that chair!”



0:20...




0:19...




0:18...




Duke hits his knees but it still not down. LJ swings for the fences this time...









CRACK!



The chair collides with the face of Sebastian Duke and Duke finally goes down. Havok with the hook of the leg!



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Duke kicks out!


LJ pounds the mat and gets back to his feet just as...


0:03...




0:02...




0:01!




The second weapons pod is opening and LJ Havok is right there as it does so. Havok steps inside the pod and drags a large bag out to the steel apron. He reaches inside and reveals the weapon.



JOEY STYLES: “Chains! What's he gonna do with chains!?”



Havok wraps a single steel chain around his fist and steps back into the ring. Duke is on all fours as Havok steps right in front of him. Duke lifts his head up to look at LJ Havok and Havok brings his chain wrapped fist down against the skull of the King of Darkness!


Duke falls to the mat flat on his back.



JOEY STYLES: “Duke has been busted open as we inch closer to the third pod being opened here!”



Havok hooks the leg.


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Duke kicks out!


LJ pounds the mat again then gets to his feet. He drops back to the mat near Duke's head and wraps the chain around his throat. Havok places his feet against Duke's shoulders and uses them for leverage as he begins to pull the chains. They get tighter and tighter as Duke is being choked out.



0:27...




0:26...




0:25...




Duke's face has been drained of nearly all of its color before he begins to break the chains away from his neck. Duke struggles against the chains and makes his way to his feet slowly, while Havok still maintains a get grip on them. Duke using his pure strength, snapmares Havok over him with Havok landing hard on his back. Duke falls to his hands and knees and the chain falls to the mat.



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0:02...




0:01!




JOEY STYLES: “And bow the third pod is opened! Just one more to go!”



Duke begins to crawl toward the empty pod. Havok does the same. Both men winded from the brutal battle they've had thus far. Havok crawls through the ropes to the steel apron with Duke right behind him. Havok reaches the pod first and makes his way back to his feet inside the pod.


Duke, knowing he was beaten to the punch, stops crawling toward the pod and uses the ropes to get back to his feet.



1:04...




1:03...




1:02...




Havok is slow to exit the pod. His weapon of choice though, is revealed...



JOEY STYLES: “It's that shovel! The same shovel that John Madison used on Sebastian Duke at High Stakes and the same one he used to defeat him a couple of weeks ago on Madness!”



Duke, still with his back to Havok, begins to turn around.









TINNNGGGG!



Havok adds more dents from Sebastian Duke's head on the spade of the shovel. Duke hits the steel apron, flat on his back.



0:37...




0:36...




0:35...




Havok smiles, smelling victory and gets ready to make the cover. He drops to his knees...









JOEY STYLES: “PANDORAS BOX! OH MY GOD! OUT OF NOWHERE! DUKE HAS IT LOCKED IN!”



Havok struggles hard locked inside Pandora's Box, Sebastian Duke's Hells Gate submission. Havok tries to reach for the ropes, momentarily forgetting that there is no rope break in this type of match. He struggles more and is ready to tap out.



0:03...




0:02...




0:01!




Duke releases the hold without a submission from LJ Havok just as the buzzer goes off to signal the opening of the final pod.



JOEY STYLES: “The final pod is now opened! What's Sebastian Duke gonna do!?”



Duke gets to his feet. He looks down at the near unconscious LJ Havok, then over at the opened weapons pod. As he looks toward the pod, the entrance way is in his line of sight. A man begins to emerge. A confused look adorns the face of Darkness.



JOEY STYLES: “Hey! That's Theo Pryce! What the hell is he doing out there!?”



Theo Pryce takes a chair from ringside and takes a seat and folds his arms in front of him.


Meanwhile back in the ring, Sebastian Duke has foregone any pin attempt for now and is headed straight for the opened weapons pod. LJ Havok remains motionless on the steel apron. Duke, now inside the weapons pod, drags a giant and obviously heavy burlap sack out of the pod onto the steel apron right next to LJ Havok.


Duke begins to open the sack...



JOEY STYLES: “WHAT THE HELL!?”



A white powdery substance emanates from inside the bag and Duke is momentarily blinded. Emerging from inside the sack...



JOEY STYLES: IT'S.... IT'S...














PAUL FUCKING HEYMAN!”



Heyman steps out of the bag with the object that contained the white powdery substance. A fire extinguisher. Heyman, with the extinguisher in hand, charges toward Sebastian Duke and levels him with a shot to the skull with the extinguisher! Heyman drops the weapon and turns to LJ Havok with the evilest grin on his face. He grabs LJ by the arm and drags him on top of Sebastian Duke!


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KICK OUT!



JOEY STYLES: “I can not believe he just kicked out!”



LJ rolls off of Duke and lays on the steel apron, still trying to regain full consciousness. Duke still lays on the apron as Heyman leans down and begins trying to revive LJ Havok.



JOEY STYLES: “It's Morgan Eldred!”



Eldred gets a mixed response from the crowd, but its enough to get Heymans attention. Heyman pulls out a microphone from inside his suit jacket. Eldred also has a microphone and begins to speak.



JOEY STYLES: “Something must be wrong with Morgan Eldred's microphone!”



Heyman smiles with his ever-famous evil grin before speaking into the mic.



PAUL HEYMAN: “See, you may be running things around here and I'll admit, you've done an okay job. The thing is, Morgan Eldred, that you are a representative of the Administrator Network, not THE General Manager of MY show! Monday night MADNESS!

“The production guys still know just who signs their paychecks, Mr. Eldred! It isn't you! No, in fact, it's STILL Paul! Fucking! Heyman!”



Eldred can do nothing but look on in disgust.



PAUL HEYMAN: “I've been away from my masterpiece for far, far too long, Eldred! In case you haven't noticed, my suspension expires at midnight tonight and I am here to tell you, that next week, Paul Heyman returns!

“It's MY show! It's MY ship!

“Next week, Morgan Eldred, take the night off because Paul Heyman is back, and THE Madness, MY Madness WILL return!”



JOEY STYLES: “Wow! That is some huge news from the suspended General Manager! Paul Heyman resumes control of Madness next week!”



Morgan Eldred shakes his head a little more and points toward the ring. Heyman turns around...














JOEY STYLES: “It's Duke!”



Duke grabs a hold of Paul Heymans throat! Heyman swings the microphone and hits Duke in the bloody forehead. The strike doesn't phase him though, and Heyman drops the mic. Duke thrusts Heyman hard into the corner when...















JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok! From behind with a low blow on the King of Darkness!”



Havok rolls up Duke with a school boy from behind after the low blow.


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Duke kicks out!



JOEY STYLES: “Heyman can't believe it! LJ Havok can't believe it! Hell, I can't believe it either!”



Heyman helps Havok to his feet. Havok, in turn, begins to lift Sebastian Duke to his feet also. Out of nowhere, Havok slams Duke down into the crossface!



JOEY STYLES: “Havok! Has the crossface locked in!”



Duke struggles against the submission hold. Heyman hits the mat and gets in Duke's face.



PAUL HEYMAN: “Give it up! You've met your match, Duke! Havok will win!”



Duke reaches up and grabs Heyman with his free hand and flings him into LJ Havok, effectively breaking the hold. LJ is slow to get up. Duke lays on his back on the mat, clutching his neck and shoulder in pain. Heyman gets back to his feet and tears off his tie and suit jacket and throws them to the ground. He rips off his button down shirt to reveal an XWF referees shirt!



JOEY STYLES: “What the hell!? He's still suspended! He can't just insert himself as a referee!”



PAUL HEYMAN: “Just pin him, Lee!”



LJ Havok stands over the fallen body of Sebastian Duke. He falls to both knees and point over toward the chamber wall.









Duke's King of Darkness crown!


Heyman smiles for a split second as he darts out of the ring to retrieve the crown. He darts right back in and gently places the crown on LJ Havok's head. LJ Havok smiles with joy then sits with his weight on Sebastian Duke with his arms spread out in a messiah like pose. The referee goes for the count...


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JOEY STYLES: “PANDORA'S BOX! Duke just reversed the pin into his own deadly submission!”



Duke has the move locked in tight and LJ Havok has nowhere to go. LJ looks ready to tap and the referee is in position. Heyman notices both of Duke's shoulders are pressed to the mat and he goes to count down Duke!


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Havok still struggling and refusing to give up!





























Havok is fading out!





























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Havok falls limp!





























The referee checks on LJ Havok!





























The bell rings! 3!



JOEY STYLES: “Wait a minute! Who is the winner!? The bell and the three count came at the same exact time!”



Heyman jumps for joy and raises LJ Havok's lifeless arm in victory!



Morgan Eldred emerges from backstage once again.



MORGAN ELDRED: “I realize the potential controversy caused by Mr. Heyman's....... involvement........ in this match.

“In days past, as General Manager, Mr. Heyman could conceivably insert himself into any match as a referee as he chose fit. With LJ Havok passing out at the exact same time Mr. Heyman counted down Sebastian Duke's shoulders, it is quite obvious that we have a conundrum...

“This isn't days past, though, is it?

“Mr. Heyman is not yet re-instated, is he?

“No, no, he's not. Therefore, your winner, as a result of submission, Sebastian Duke!”



WINNER: Sebastian Duke




MORGAN ELDRED: “You may be back at the helm next week, Paul Heyman, but tonight, its still my show!”



The chamber begins to raise as Eldred walks off with Heyman fuming in the ring. Heyman grabs a microphone:



PAUL HEYMAN: “This is bullshit! This is highway robbery!”



Heyman paces quickly back and forth in the ring.



PAUL HEYMAN: “You wait! All of you wait! Next week, I'm back in the saddle! It's my show!”



Heyman continues to pace.



PAUL HEYMAN: “You're the winner!? You don't look like a winner! You think this is over, Duke!?”



Heyman leans over Duke, staring the fallen man in his glazed over eyes.



PAUL HEYMAN: “Next week, Duke! Next week when I'm back in power, you better be listening! This thing you have going on with my Savior, LJ Havok, is just beginning! I invite you to show up, Duke! I invite you to have a first row seat! Come to Madness, Duke! Next week, I will have a huge announce...”



Duke reaches up and clutches Paul Heyman by the throat. Duke makes it to one knee, then back to a vertical base. He lifts, then drops Paul Heyman in the center of the ring with a chokeslam.



JOEY STYLES: “What an amazing ending to this amazing match up! Now what is Pryce doing?”



Pryce walks up the steps and steps in between the ropes and stares down Duke who is still recovering from an incredible match. Duke’s back is turned to Pryce, still unaware that Pryce has entered the ring.



JOEY STYLES: “Duke has no idea Pryce is in the ring with him. No idea what so ever…OH MY GOD!!! PRYCE CHECK. Duke was just destroyed by the Pryce Check!!”



Having just delivered a devastating Pryce Check to an unsuspecting Duke, Pryce stands over top of the completely limp body. Pryce slides out of the ring and picks up the steel folding chair that he was just sitting in and throws it into the ring. Pryce slides back into the ring, grabs Duke’s leg and places it in the chair up to the knee. Pryce climbs to the top of the turnbuckle about to jump off when suddenly the crowd erupts as the other members of The Brotherhood are making their way to the ring lead by Duke’s tag team partner Griffin MacAlister.



JOEY STYLES: “Here comes the cavalry! The Brotherhood is here!”



Pryce jumps down from the turnbuckle but before he can even react he gets leveled by MacAlister who uses his half of the Tag Team title belts to send Pryce to the mat. Nightmare and Shawn Steele are attempting to revive Sebastian Duke while Rebel and Nightmare pick up Pryce by the arms while Tony Santos grabs the chair from Duke’s leg and takes aim at Pryce’s head.



JOEY STYLES: “Looks like Pryce is severly outnumbered here as the entirety of The Brotherhood is preparing to tear him apart. Wait a second, here comes The Black Circle. John Madison, Luca Arzegotti, Mr. Supernova and NAZI.”



The 4 members of The Black Circle quickly get into the ring and starting battling it out with Tony Santos, Shawn Steele, Steve Davids and the rest of the group. Outnumbered but not backing down The Black Circle is taking it to the Brotherhood. Suddenly the crowd explodes again and Shane Carver starts walking down the entrance with a dozen members of the Pryce Industries private security force in tow.



JOEY STYLES: “I don’t believe this, Pryce’s hired thugs are here and The Brotherhood are now outnumbered 2 to 1.”



The Black Circle and Pryce’s Security force start taking apart The Brotherhood one by one. Madison delivers the Rebellion to Griffin MacAlister. Shawn Steele and Rebel are met with Darkest Light and Iron Cross from Mr. Supernova and NAZI respectively. Nightmare tries to help up a still out of it Sebastian Duke but before he can get Duke to his feet Luca Arzegotti turns grabs Nightmare and sends him crashing to the mat with a vicious clothesline.



JOEY STYLES: “This is getting out of hand now, there are bodies everywhere. Pryce picking up that steel chair again and…”





CRACK!!!!





CRACK!!!!



Pryce knocks out both Tony Santos and Steve Davids with two monster chair shots to the men’s skulls. Pryce motions over to one of his security guards who walks over to Tony Santos, drops his pants and teabags Santos right on the forehead. Price and the members of The Black Circle share in a laugh at Santos’s expense. Pryce throws the chair down and takes a look at Sebastian Duke who is being helped to his feet by John Madison. Duke finally gets to his feet and realizes who is helping him up and returns that help with a shove to Madison’s chest sending him back a foot or two. Madison just takes the shove and stares back at Duke who sees the rest of his stable mates sprawled out on the ring floor having been just dismantled by the Black Circle. Theo Pryce walks up to Sebastian Duke and two stare each other down for a few seconds before Pryce turns around and walks out of the ring with his security force and the rest of The Black Circle joining him, leaving Sebastian Duke to survey the carnage that lays at his feet.


Duke places his crown on his head after looking over his fallen Brotherhood. He leans against the ropes looking on at the Black Circle. John Madison stares back at him while walking backwards up the ramp. Duke points to Madison and mouths the words: “One More Time!”


Duke smiles as Madness fades to commercial.







JOEY STYLES: “Madness is back with our Main Event! As I speak, Madness safety officials are carrying the punishingly brutal barbed wire down to the ring! In moments, the ring ropes will be wrapped in this horrifying invention of 1874 – originally designed to fence in cattle, these deadly wires will act as a means of pain for two Madness contestants.”



“Come Out Ye Black and Tans” by Irish Decadents plays




JOEY STYLES: “Michael McBride had a bit of a rough time earlier this week, coming up short in the Lethal Lottery tournament. As if that weren’t enough, he was then stabbed! But he looks pretty close to 100% tonight!”



“We Hate Everyone” by Type O Negative plays.




JOEY STYLES: “And his opponent, a former KGB agent. Representing the Hammer and Sickle, Alexander Cruchev! I’d hate to run into this man in a dark alley. Heck, I’d hate to run into him just about anywhere!”




MAIN EVENT
Michael McBride
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Alexander Cruchev
Barbed Wire Massacre Match




As Cruchev steps over the top rope, the officials climb to the apron and begin wrapping the ring ropes in barbed wire, completely encasing the two participants. Watching patiently, McBride isn’t quite sure of what to do to pass the time, so he reaches into his tactical boots and withdraws a pack of cigarettes. With a passive shrug, he lights up a smoke and waits for the workers to finish wrapping the ropes.



Alexander Cruchev, meanwhile, seems incredibly pleased as he watches the ropes slowly become entangled with the metal barbs. With a grin, Cruchev pricks his index finger on one of the barbs and watches as the blood slowly beads upon his fingertip. Looking to McBride with an evil sneer, Cruchev wipes the blood across his own forehead like warpaint.



As the officials finally complete the arduous task, the bell rings, and the two militant men lock up in the middle of the ring, both trying their hardest to be as far from the ropes as possible. In the heat of the moment, McBride callously drops his still-lit and barely-used cigarette. Cruchev comes out on top of the lock-up, scooping McBride into a body slam onto the mat! He grabs McBride by the sides of the head and pulls him up, but McBride slaps away the Russian’s hands and ducks under Cruchev’s arm, tossing Alexander over his shoulder with an arm drag! With the big man on the ground, McBride follows up with a few swift kicks to the head.



McBride pushes his boot down onto Cruchev’s head while pulling up on his arm, wrenching the limb around in its joint! Cruchev, however, shows no sign of pain as he rolls backward onto his feet in a crouching position, and levels McBride with a short-arm clothesline! McBride is quick to his feet, but he is met by a series of stiff chops to the chest from Cruchev! McBride is forced backward, but stops his motion mere inches from the barbed wire ropes. He charges forward, but is stopped in his tracks by a harsh slug to the face! Cruchev then whips McBride into the corner!



A smart man, in the split second of reaction time, McBride raises his arms to just above rope level, saving himself the punishment of the cruel metal barbs immediately to his left and right. However, he is not spared the punishment of a running splash from Cruchev in the corner! Bouncing off the turnbuckle, McBride falls forward toward the middle of the ring, somehow able to remain on two feet.



Cruchev rushes after him, raising his leg for a big boot! Again showing his amazing reaction time, McBride ducks Cruchev’s foot and counters with a belly to back suplex!



JOEY STYLES: “Amazing strength from McBride, lifting that bear of a man!”



McBride rolls Cruchev over and applies a Boston crab, pulling Cruchev’s massive legs upward and back. The Russian still refuses to show any signs of weakness, and takes the stretch in stride, merely baring his teeth in effort. In a vulgar display of power, Cruchev manages to roll himself over. With his legs still under McBride’s arms, Cruchev uses all of his might to kick McBride away! The sheer force of the kick causes McBride to fall backward and onto the barbed wire ropes! His upper forearms, the only exposed flesh on his upper body, is scratched by the edges, and a few small trickles of blood begin flowing down his arms!



Cruchev rises to his feet and, upon seeing McBride caught up on the barbed wire, begins to laugh a rather cruel laugh as he approaches the Irishman. McBride, pulling himself free, kicks Cruchev away as he comes within range, giving McBride enough time to look over the flesh wounds on his forearms. With a shrug, McBride locks up with Cruchev once again. This time, McBride comes out the victor, and slips behind Cruchev, locking the massive man in a headlock.



Annoyed by the hold, Cruchev begins punching upward into McBride’s face. One, two, three punches before McBride realizes the headlock isn’t quite working, and improvises, hitting Cruchev with a headlock suplex! McBride with a pin!

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2



Kickout! Cruchev stays alive in this match!



On his knees, McBride wipes a smear of blood from his lips and pauses for a moment as he catches his breath. Then, his eye catches something on the mat next to him.



JOEY STYLES: “The cigarette! It’s still lit!”



McBride plucks the cigarette up from the mat and flicks it between his fingers, looking to Cruchev as the Russian rises to his knees. Without a second thought, McBride approaches from behind, pulls Alexander’s head back by the beard, and jams the burning cancer stick right into Cruchev’s eye! The Russian finally yelps out in pain as McBride ashes the smoke on his cornea!



Cruchev rolls away, grabbing his injured eye, and McBride tosses the now-spent cigarette into the audience, much to the joy of the crowd. McBride enjoys this momentary cheer, basking in the glow of the fans’ adoration. Then, he’s right back to business as he approaches Cruchev and grabs the man by his beard once more.



But this time, Cruchev is the one with impeccable reaction time, as he trips McBride, causing the Irishman to fall face-first into the barbed wire ring ropes! McBride immediately mashes his head down and away from the ropes, pressing his damaged face into the mat in some vain attempt to alleviate the pain. Cruchev, now back on top, pulls McBride’s head up by the hair, revealing to the world the series of gashes now adorning the former IRA agent’s forehead and brow ridge! Without a hint of pomp or circumstance, Cruchev violently rips McBride’s tactical vest and t-shirt from his torso, revealing bare flesh, ripe for cutting! From certain angles, a bandage can be seen on McBride’s abdomen, covering the puncture wound he suffered earlier in the week at the hand of Miranda Tigris.



Cruchev lifts McBride up to his feet and clutches the staggering man by his chin before shouting into his face.



CRUCHEV: “Die, Irish pig!”



With that address, Cruchev Irish whips McBride across the ring toward the opposite ring ropes, the barbed wire gleaming in the lights from above. In a display of sheer will, McBride throws on the brakes, stopping himself only inches from the wire. He turns to see Cruchev charging, and drops, tripping Cruchev with a kick to the back of the knee! The Russian slams chest-first onto the barbed wire and bounces off with a brand-new gash running up his chest and across his left pec. His backward motion lands him right into a Celtic Clothesline to the back of his neck! Cruchev’s face slams into the mat and McBride goes for the pin!



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2 and three quarters! Cruchev barely kicks out! McBride can’t believe it! But he’s not wasting any time! He scrambles to his feet and locks his hands high above his head! The crowd pops! He’s going for the Wicklock (Ankle Lock)!



McBride snatches up Cruchev’s leg and locks in the Wicklock! Barely a second into the submission move, Cruchev rolls forward, sending McBride falling neck-first into the barbed wire-lined middle rope!



McBride, reacting to shock, tries to push himself off the ropes, but he is met by a knee-drop to the spine, slamming his neck back onto the blade-like barbs! A modified Gulag from Cruchev! But he does not let his knee leave McBride’s back! Cruchev pushes down with his knee, driving the barbs deeper and deeper into McBride’s throat!



JOEY STYLES: “Jesus Christ, Cruchev! His jugular might be punctured!”



Blood pours forth from McBride’s throat as Cruchev pushes downward all the more! Finally, McBride sees that there is no other option aside from dying in the ring, and taps out!



WINNER: Alexander Cruchev
+3 Points




The Madness officials cut through the barbed wire, allowing medical authorities to tend to McBride in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, it appears McBride’s jugular was not punctured. Nevertheless, Cruchev stands above the fallen Irishman with his massive hands held high. He motions to the tattoos on his hands and laughs, reveling in the boos from the audience.



Cruchev’s celebration is suddenly cut short by the sound of something shattering. Glass shards fly across the ring as Cruchev crumples to the mat! His massive form falls out of camera view, revealing the rage-filled form of Connor McBride!



JOEY STYLES: “Michael McBride’s brother, Connor, has come to avenge his brother’s loss!”



Hocking back, Connor spits a massive, wet loogie onto Cruchev’s face and tosses the now-shattered beer bottle aside. He falls to his knees to attend to his injured brother, who weakly shows an acknowledgement of his brother’s presence, reaching up to grab his hand. Connor begins speaking something to his fallen sibling in Gaelic as Madness fades out.










FMS BONUS:

Make Me Laugh: Jenna Silver +2

Blue Collar: LJ Havok +2

Best Roleplay: Alexander Cruchev +2

The Cliffhanger: N/A

Best Supporting Cast: Michael McBride +2

Hot Mic: LJ Havok +2

The Morgan Eldred Guy(s): Jenna Silver +2, Michael McBride +2


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10-23-2013, 12:17 AM
Post: #2
Great show guys. I loved it even if I lost xD lol But anyways. Keep up the great work. Connor doesn't seem happy xD ahahahaha.

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10-23-2013, 03:26 AM
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God damn it, I got nailed with my signature move, Tony's Teabag Surprise!!

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10-23-2013, 04:13 AM
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Replay:God damn it, I got nailed with my signature move, Tony's Teabag Surprise!!

If it makes you feel any better I made sure the guys balls were manscapped and de-crabbed.



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10-23-2013, 05:49 AM
Post: #5
Great show gentleman. The surprises shall continue very soon..Heed my words.

I have no problem that I lost the match. Hell, everything I threw at Duke was reciprocated. The only issue I have is where was my so-called team-mates?!

Not fulfilling their duties as always I see.


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10-23-2013, 11:37 AM
Post: #6
Forget Pete, he's a never was! Forget Cam, he's a never will be! YOU, Lee Jameson! YOU are the Revolution! Why? Because, YOU pushed Sebastian Duke to his very limit! YOU pinned his shoulders to the mat!

YOU! LJ HAVOK! Are the future of this business! Next Wednesday night, Mr. Havok, you together with the Madman of Madness... Paul Heyman... will send a message, loud and clear to the entire Xtrrrreeeme Wrestling Federation!

They won the battle, LJ, but they didn't win the war.

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10-23-2013, 11:45 AM
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(10-23-2013 11:37 AM)Paul Heyman Said:  Forget Pete, he's a never was! Forget Cam, he's a never will be! YOU, Lee Jameson! YOU are the Revolution! Why? Because, YOU pushed Sebastian Duke to his very limit! YOU pinned his shoulders to the mat!

YOU! LJ HAVOK! Are the future of this business! Next Wednesday night, Mr. Havok, you together with the Madman of Madness... Paul Heyman... will send a message, loud and clear to the entire Xtrrrreeeme Wrestling Federation!

They won the battle, LJ, but they didn't win the war.


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10-23-2013, 11:55 AM
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Indeed, Mr. Heyman. Everyone will see.


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10-23-2013, 11:55 AM
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What's going on with this place lately? Every single time I open my eyes I see somebody getting teabagged. Sick people.


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10-23-2013, 07:25 PM
Post: #10
oh Mr. Heyman you call me a never was when you can't balance your checkbook to pay these idiots who work for your show and Mr. Elred is owning you. Extreme Revolution will be fine just the way it is.. so shut it walrus breath!

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10-24-2013, 07:22 AM
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Seems like LJ no longer need to carry Extreme Revolution. He is forging his own path without the dead weight of ER.

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10-24-2013, 11:15 AM
Post: #12
Yeah Pete, you're a never was.


I'm glad you bring up my past mistakes though, its a big clue that gives away not only your credibility, but also your flat out irrelevance to anything, ever.

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10-24-2013, 02:37 PM
Post: #13
There's Rebel, once again sticking his nose in any kind of scenario he can... don't think this was LJ leaving on his own terms, me and him had discussed it as two professional wrestlers and quite frankly this is going to be the right move for both of us.

As for Mr. Heyman, you might of taught me a couple things in the PAST and you say that LJ is the apparent FUTURE of this business. Paul, one thing you have wrong here is that instead of focusing on the future, you should focus on the PRESENT. For one, I cannot wait until I see LJ and Mr. Paul Heyman fall down faster than a bolt of lighting. Lee had this weird thing about him, some reason he thought he was the one in charge... it's as simple as this, me, Peter and JTC will fight as ONE. Quite frankly, it was doing us no good with him around and this may or may not be a good thing for him.

I'll be watching LJ, according to Paul you're the future... don't fuck it up for yourself kid.

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10-24-2013, 04:22 PM
Post: #14
First off, Cam, don't call me kid. I take that personally. And need I remind you, I HAD to take the leadership roll. You guys stood around waiting for someone to tell you want to do.

I don't think any of you know what a revolution is either.. Though, I have to apologize to JTC.. Both you and Peter are going to hog the spotlight..

Don't deny it either Cam...you let greed consume you.


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10-24-2013, 05:57 PM
Post: #15
Oh Paulie, you wish you had me on your show. Me and Extreme Revolution would be your star players. or your worst nightmare. You thought Luca and Mr. Eldred were annoying you? Just wait for what the REVOLUTION has in store for u..

and LJ.. I don't hog the spotlight.. I TAKE IT!

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10-24-2013, 06:03 PM
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(10-24-2013 05:57 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  Oh Paulie, you wish you had me on your show. Me and Extreme Revolution would be your star players. or your worst nightmare. You thought Luca and Mr. Eldred were annoying you? Just wait for what the REVOLUTION has in store for u..

and LJ.. I don't hog the spotlight.. I TAKE IT!

"That's the same thing, you gluttonous hog. You're fat, so when you take the spotlight, there is no more spotlight for anyone else. Ergo, you're hogging it. All because you're a fat fucking pig who can't stop shoveling food into his mouth long enough to spew a coherent sentence. Fuck you, Peter Gilmour."
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10-24-2013, 06:05 PM
Post: #17
i told ur bitch ass I AM NOT FAT!! so FUCK U JESSIE!

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10-24-2013, 06:08 PM
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(10-24-2013 06:05 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  i told ur bitch ass I AM NOT FAT!! so FUCK U JESSIE!

"Stop crying, Gilly. I'm not your mom, so I won't be getting you an ice cream cone so you can feel better. Hell, maybe if she realized what a bad idea that was, you wouldn't be so fat right now."
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10-24-2013, 06:32 PM
Post: #19
Pete doesn't hog the spotlight...


The spotlight, in fact, is not large enough to illuminate Peter Gilmour's immense girth.


I realize this is like the pot and the kettle, but it still seems right.

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10-24-2013, 06:33 PM
Post: #20
Gilmour, your arrogance knows no bounds.. Just focus on your Lethal Lottery bullshit...focus on yourself because that's all you can do.


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10-24-2013, 06:54 PM
Post: #21
oh i will LJ and when I win Lethal Lottery, u will all bow down to ME!

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10-24-2013, 07:04 PM
Post: #22
Bow to a man who has no idea of his direction in life...A man who don't know what truth is..

My advice to you is to shut your mouth.. I never said anything about you guys except that you did not fulfill your duties to the cause. So you and Cam's existence to the ER...Even bearing that name..is a FRAUD!


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10-24-2013, 10:50 PM
Post: #23
we're no fraud! we are real

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10-25-2013, 06:12 AM
Post: #24
No shit you're real..I am talking to you aren't I?

Your come backs are lackluster at best. It is something that a 14 year-old would say..So what's next are you going to call me a hater and talk about your "swag"?

Peter, you nauseate me, and I am done having this conversation


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10-25-2013, 09:26 AM
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thank God. I was ready to hurl with the crap you were spewing

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10-25-2013, 09:51 AM
Post: #26
LJ Havok smirks. And starts sarcastically clapping.

Human interaction isn't a strong point for you obviously.. But bravo nevertheless. You really stuck it to me..


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10-25-2013, 01:46 PM
Post: #27
shutup LJ

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10-25-2013, 02:24 PM
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(10-25-2013 01:46 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said:  shutup LJ

"And here's where Peter Gilmour has stopped trying, officially! I know, it doesn't seem like it, seeing as he puts this much effort into thinking up every response he makes, but just telling him to 'shutup,' combining the two words together like a cretin, he proves just how much he 'doesn't care.' However, his inflated for no good reason ego won't let him not get the last word, so instead of offering a further rebuttal, I'll end with this.

No, won't let you!"
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10-25-2013, 05:23 PM
Post: #29
or u will jessie.. u all will ;)

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10-25-2013, 06:14 PM
Post: #30
Doubtfully.

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10-25-2013, 06:28 PM
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shutup fat man.. shouldnt u be worried about mrl. eldred?

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10-25-2013, 06:50 PM
Post: #32
Shouldn't you be worried about every opponent ever? Loser.

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10-26-2013, 11:26 AM
Post: #33
im only worried about my match on Warfare and winning the LL tournament.. run your show walrus boy

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Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion
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