JOEY STYLES: “We're back here on Madness! Folks...”



The fans begin to react and Joey turns around. Caliban, who has recently made his return to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, has found himself a ring side seat.



JOEY STYLES: “It looks like Caliban has decided to join us here for this next match. Maniacs, these two men have been at war for the better part of the last month and a half and it all comes to a head tonight!

“A few weeks ago, this match was made as a result of Michael McBride blowing up Paul Heymans limousine. LJ Havok versus Michael McBride with Sebastian Duke as the guest referee. The question is, what kind of match would they have? You fans decided that answer. Let's take a look at the results.”

Heymans Chamber of Horrors 64% 2 out of 3 Falls 14% Cage Match 21%

JOEY STYLES: “And it wasn't even close! Camber of Horrors it is!”

”Evil Ways” by Blues Saraceno plays.

JOEY STYLES: “And here he comes! The King of Darkness himself!”



The lights go down and then a pyro goes off on the stage while the PA system blares "On Brave Mountains We Conquer" by Silverstein. LJ "The Savior" Havok saunters onto the stage cockily, looking from the left and then too the right as the XWF fans share a mixed reaction. He cups his hands over his mouth and yells as he makes his way down to the ramp. Once to the ring he walks up the stairs and stops on the apron and takes one last look at the crowd before getting into the ring. Once in the ring he stands smugly waiting for his opponent.



JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok, without Paul Heyman for a change.”



"Come out Ye' Black and Tans" hits over the P.A. system. Michael walks out ready to fight as he checks his gloves. He walks down the ramp. He walks to the steel stairs and walks up them. Once at the top he stops and turns around and looks at the crowd and smirks before he steps between the ropes and leans back on the nearest corner and looks at his opponent with a smirk on his face.



JOEY STYLES: “Michael McBride! He's been pushed around a lot lately with Heyman and Havok, Dyson and Reynolds, and he's not gonna take it anymore! He forced Heymans hand into giving him this match and earlier tonight, repaid Wyatt Reynolds by giving a helping hand to Tri Bute at the end of the gauntlet!”



The chamber lowers over the two competitors and the special referee.

McBrides Xtreme Title Shot is on the Line LJ Havok - vs - Michael McBride Heymans Chamber of Horrors

The two men are locked inside the chamber, with everyone looking on. Around them are four pods, each holding a weapon of the management teams choice. LJ and Michael wait for the bell before approaching each other in the center of the ring. The two men have a staring competition for a few moments before LJ starts delivering left and rights to Michaels midsection.

Michael fires back with a few shots of his own, leveling his opponent rather quickly. He goes to hit LJ with a Belly to back suplex, but LJ glides on through and hits Michael with a thunderous scoop slam. Michael takes a few moments trying to power through the hit from LJ.


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The first pod opens to reveal a bottle of vodka. LJ grabs the bottle and crashes it down over Michael McBrides head, before slicing him in the arm with it. Michael rips it away from LJ and tosses it against the other pod, shattering it completely, leaving a nice little pit of glass right by the next pod.

The two men go to blows again, with LJ trying to hit Michael with his patented, "Saving Grace". However Michael countered and then delivered a few headbutts to LJ. Even with his arm bleeding Michael looked to be on fire.

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The second pod opened and Michael McBride made it there first pulling out what looked like a viking war hammer. He looks at it for a few moments, judging it's weight and then turns around swinging it at LJ, who bobs out of the way, barely missing getting hit.

But when Michael bring it back around, it connects with LJ's side as LJ was going for a DDT. LJ hits the mat and grabs at his side, growling in pain. The crowd jumps out of their seats trying to rally behind LJ, urging him to get back up before Michael hit's him again.

LJ narrowly misses another sound beating with the hammer and spins around to knock Michaels legs out from under him. He goes for a pin but only gets a two count before Michael slips out. The countdown timer lights up and the fans count with it.

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The third pod opens to reveal a whip. LJ smirks and taps the side of his head. A whip is a perfect weapon, good for long distance strikes and up close choking. He quickly spins around and dives into the pod, getting the whip. He cracks the whip once, catching the air, making a loud popping sound, before he notices Michael getting up.

He cracks the whip again, catching Michael across the back. Leaving a nice red whelp. LJ laughs, and does it again. Before he sneaks up behind the man, wrapping the whip around his neck, choking him. Michael tries to fight out of it, but he seems to be losing speed.

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The final pod opens to reveal a large burlap sack sitting in the center of the pod. Duke eyes it up, remembering history.

McBride's face begins to turn blue and Sebastian Duke has no choice but to pry Havok and the whip off of McBride. Havok takes exception to this and shoves Duke. Duke shoves him back and Havok lands on his ass with a grin on his face.

Havok just shrugs it off for now and gets back to his feet. He starts heading toward the final pod. McBride, on his hands and knees, grabs a hold of Havok's ankle, not allowing him to proceed any further. McBride has a grip so tight, that Havok actually falls to his knees.

McBride, with his free hand, grabs the whip and swings it hard. It snaps and nails Havok in his back leaving a red welt. Havok falls completely to the mat, clutching at the welt.

McBride slowly makes his way to his feet. He advances toward the open pod even with Sebastian Duke trying to warn him not to. Duke just lets him go and leans in one of the corners. McBride makes it to the pod and begins untying the rope on the burlap sack.

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Just as we suspected...

Paul Heyman and his fire extinguisher!



JOEY STYLES: “Heyman! He just blasted McBride in the face with the contents of that extinguisher!”



Duke immediately sees what is going on and moves in on Heyman. Heyman tries to expel more of the extinguisher but its tapped out. Heyman tosses the extinguisher at Duke, but Duke swats it away. Heyman is trapped in the pod.



JOEY STYLES: “Heyman backed himself into the pod! And Duke! He's giving the signal to the guys backstage to lock the pod!”



The pod closes with Heyman still inside. McBride is down on the steel grating and Havok makes his way out there to make the cover on Michael. Duke is there for the count.

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JOEY STYLES: “McBride survives with a kick out!”



Havok looks at Duke and decides against arguing with the count speed. Instead, Havok gets to his feet and lifts McBride to his. Havok whips McBride over the top rope and back into the ring. Havok, stepping gingerly, steps through the ropes. As he enters, McBride explodes with the Celtic Clothesline, flooring Havok immediately! McBride hooks the leg.

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JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok! He kicked out and this match continues!”



McBride is shocked that he didn't pick up the win there. He's extremely slow to get up as is Havok. Havok is getting up under his own power as McBride uses the ring ropes to aid him.



JOEY STYLES: “Havok! The Saving Grace!”



Havok nails the unsuspecting Michael McBride with the inverted DDT slam and goes for the cover!

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WINNER: LJ Havok – Wins McBrides Title Shot

JOEY STYLES: “Havok pulled it off after all! A great match by both of these men! And Heyman is finally free!

“When we come back, the XWF Television title is on the line!”

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