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-June 2nd, 2012
Live from The Igloo - Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!
Instead of the usual fireworks display kicking off the show we are greeting with a much different intro. The lights in the arena dim as a small dot of white light appears on the X-Tron; a voice over begins and echoes around the arena, as the voice speaks, the dot gets larger and larger.
"When the sun slips away beneath the horizon, the darkness is finally allowed to rule. The ancient Egyptians called it Set's victory over Horus; Christianity calls it Evil's victory over Good. I call it the hour of the Wolf. The forest is silent and still tonight, except for the hoots of the owls, the clicking of the insects and the crunch of branches beneath the feet of my future prey. I smell its fear as I lurk in the shadows of the trees, I avoid the moonlight that shines through the branches, I surround myself in silence and become nothing but a spirit, an entity without body, only mind, only instinct. I hear another shuffle, but I do not flinch, I do not jolt one single muscle. I simply wait, aware, trusting in what my genetic code has always told me. I can smell the fear; the sweat that drips from every pore is potent in my nostrils as I feel a shudder of satisfaction ripple through my body, already savouring my meal. I creep in the shadows, waiting for my moment, the perfect opportunity to pounce, to attack, to sink my teeth into the throat of my enemy and feel the blood gush through my mouth and into my stomach, but I must resist. I must wait until my enemy is right where I want him, the anticipation, and the adrenaline sprinting through my veins as he approaches the perfect spot. The air is cold, the leaves are crushed beneath my feet, the stars sparkle in the night sky, and the moon... the moon is large, bright, shining like a spotlight on the star of the show. Me. The moon is full."
The camera zooms out quickly from the now large dot, which the audience can see is a moon, the moon then blends into the yellow eye of the wolf as the video shows the wolf pouncing on a deer. A montage begins of the wolf attacking different animals; pouncing on anything that moves as 16 Bit's "Machine Gun Remix" plays in the background. After this montage ends and the music dies, the wolf is shown sitting up, gazing at the moon as a man is shown sitting beside him, but only from behind, the man and the beast are shown sharing the meat of the prey the wolf has just killed as the voice over begins again, which is revealed to be the voice of the man beside the wolf.
"The prey saw the beast in nature's spotlight, but it was too late. The last image tattooed into its mind was the piercing yellow eyes of its predator. The death is not quick, it is not painless, in fact it is pure agony, but it's all about survival. The survival of the fittest, of the strongest, of the baddest. The taste of their blood stays on your tongue for only a few days, the taste of victory will remain...forever."
The man turns around to the camera, though his face is masked in darkness.
Prepare to face the hunter, the ultimate predator. Prepare to feel the grip of his fangs around your throat, prepare to be ripped in half by the big, bad WOLF!
As he says, "Wolf", the man lifts his eyelids to reveal two piercing yellow eyes surrounded in darkness as Impact's opening segment comes to a chilling end.
After a few moments the shot cuts to the lockerroom and we see RAYMOND HATCHER sitting on a bench lacing up his black boots while sporting just a pair of black basketball shorts. We see STEVE SAYORS come walking in holding a microphone. He's dressed in a tan suit with a black button-down. STEVE SAYORS approaches RAYMOND HATCHER.
STEVE SAYORS: Raymond Hatcher, could I please get a few words before your debut here tonight?
Raymond Hatcher pauses while in the midst of lacing his boot, and then slowly looks up at Sayors.
RAYMOND HATCHER: Excuse me.
STEVE SAYORS: I just wanted to get a few comments about your debut tonight.
RAYMOND HATCHER: I heard what you said, but what I am saying is will you please excuse me I'm busy.
STEVE SAYORS: So you want me to leave.
RAYMOND HATCHER: Yes.
STEVE SAYORS: But Mr. Hatcher if I could only ask a few quick questions.
RAYMOND HATCHER in a quick motion pounces on STEVE SAYORS shoving him back against the lockers with his hand around STEVE SAYORS neck.
RAYMOND HATCHER: I don't know who taught you manners, but I would say it's rather impolite to come barging in on someone while they are changing. How would you feel if me and a camera crew came barging into your bathroom in the morning while you're trying to prepare to live your pathetic existence? HUH?!
STEVE SAYORS can not respond as he can speak, only gurgling sounds coming out now. RAYMOND HATCHER rips his hand away from STEVE SAYORS' throat. STEVE SAYORS falls to a heap on the floor and RAYMOND HATCHER just stares down at him.
RAYMOND HATCHER: So like I said before...excuse me.
RAYMOND HATCHER looks back at the camera.
RAYMOND HATCHER: Tonight, three men, one conquer, the quest begins, a chance at treasure, gold. I'm a warrior, I've prepared for battle, I hope the three of you have. Tonight, the new scene becomes known. The Real Deal. Bare witness to the carnage.
RAYMOND HATCHER pears away, before looking back.
RAYMOND HATCHER: Confinement, confusion, aggression, rage. You can't keep a man tied down.
RAYMOND HATCHER turns around and looks back down at STEVE SAYORS on the floor.
RAYMOND HATCHER: I'm only here to help.
RAYMOND HATCHER walks out of the room as the camera stays on STEVE SAYORS, then we hear a loud commotion with a women screaming in the background. The camera spins around and heads out the door turning the corner to the right and in the middle of the hallway we see RAYMOND HATCHER kicking the newcomer ERIC LEWIS in the ribs while he lays on the ground, we see people standing around complete with a women yelling for help. Finally we see some event staff pull RAYMOND HATCHER back. We can hear RAYMOND HATCHER protesting.
RAYMOND HATCHER: Don't blame me, he's the one who should watch his mouth.
RAYMOND HATCHER is pulled away from the scene as some backstage staff tends to ERIC LEWIS.
3-Way
Tournament Qualifier!
"The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS
-vs-
RAYMOND HATCHER
-vs-
ANDREW ROBERTS
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall
Winner gets entered into the upcoming tournament!
ANDREW ROBERTS is standing in the ring awaiting his opponents. The lights go out in the arena and the sounds of "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play. We see RAYMOND HATCHER walk out from behind the curtain. He's decked out in his usual all black ring attire of trunks, kneepads, boots and a single elbow pad. Thrown over top of his attire in a beautiful gold purple and black robe, "RH" stitched onto the left breast. HATCHER smiles at the crowd who are booing him. HATCHER heads down to the ring, ascending the stairs and slipping through the ropes into the ring. HATCHER walks out to the middle of the ring for a moment looking out at the crowd. They are shouting back their disapproval HATCHER heads over to his corner and waits for his other opponent to enter.
The lights in the arena dim as a violin plays over the PA. The crowd cheers in anticipation as the music builds to a crescendo, and just as the record scratching hits, two balls of fire ignite from the ring, as the vocals to "Out on Front Street" kick in. The lights come back on to reveal "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS, dressed in his ring gear and his cloak, kneeling in the center of the ring on his right knee, head raised to the roof and hands pointing to the ceiling. Once the crowd realizes who is in the center of the ring, they go ecstatic. In what seems like one swift motion, ERIC LEWIS goes from a kneeling position into a hands-free back somersault, landing on his feet, swinging his arms down towards his sides. The referee calls for the bell and this match is officially underway!
RAYMOND HATCHER wastes no time attacking ERIC LEWIS. As soon as ERIC landed from his backflip, RAYMOND is right in with a vicious short arm clothesline that nearly takes off ERIC LEWIS's head. RAYMOND HATCHER starts laying the boots to the downed body of ERIC LEWIS. ANDREW ROBERTS is just standing in the corner idly, watching the action unfold before his very eyes. It seems he is a little unsure if he wants to get involved between these two yet.
RAYMOND HATCHER is really talking trash to ERIC LEWIS as he lays the boots in and yelling at the fans in the audience to appreciate the talent that he is showing. The audience boos continue to grow louder with every single kick. RAYMOND HATCHER is obviously enjoying taunting the fans. He looks around the ring and sees ANDREW ROBERTS just standing there. A sadistic grin crosses RAYMOND HATCHER's face as he goes up to ANDREW ROBERTS. RAYMOND dares ANDREW to hit him in the face. He is really talking some trash yet again, just daring the smaller man to put him in there with everything he's got. RAYMOND HATCHER is not paying attention behind him! ERIC LEWIS is starting to crawl around the ring. He crawls up behind RAYMOND HATCHER and parks it on all fours. ANDREW ROBERTS sees this and makes a big production like he is winding up his arm to take a swing, like something a Three Stooges character would do, just really hamming it up for the fans. Instead of hitting RAYMOND HATCHER, ANDREW ROBERTS does a quick poke to the eye of RAYMOND HATCHER and pushes him backwards over the body of ERIC LEWIS! The fans roar in approval! ERIC LEWIS with a cover on RAYMOND!
1......
2.....
A KICKOUT!
All three men are back to their feet right away. ANDREW ROBERTS and the heel RAYMOND HATCHER lock up. RAYMOND with a standing side headlock. ANDREW throws RAYMOND to the ropes. ANDREW attempts a clothesline, RAYMOND ducks. RAYMOND bounces off the far ropes and hits a flying clothesline that sends ANDREW sprawled into the corner! RAYMOND back to his feet and turns to ERIC. ERIC starts hammering away on RAYMOND. After a good half dozen hits or so, ERIC with a textbook scoop slam on RAYMOND. RAYMOND back up and ERIC hits a Steamboat Arm Drag. ANDREW ROBERTS is back to his feet and while ERIC and RAYMOND are going at it, he is climbing to the top turnbuckle. ERIC pulls RAYMOND to his feet and is once again pounding on him. ANDREW ROBERTS jumps off the top turnbuckle and takes down both men with a flying crossbody! The fans roar their approval! ANDREW covers RAYMOND...
1....
2.....
KICKOUT! Not wasting any time, ANDREW covers ERIC.
1.....
2....
KICKOUT! Frustration is clearly beginning to set in on the face of ANDREW ROBERTS. ANDREW pulls RAYMOND to his feet and they lock up. RAYMOND easily overpowers ANDREW and applies a classic hammerlock, really cinching it in tight. ERIC sees an opportunity to start kicking ANDREW in the gut while he is in such a prone position.
It seems as if RAYMOND and ERIC are deciding to team up against ANDREW now. After RAYMOND releases the hold, ANDREW just crumbles to the mat. ERIC and RAYMOND exchange a few quick words and ERIC pulls ANDREW to his feet. ERIC and RAYMOND hit a double suplex on ANDREW. ANDREW rolls around the mat writhing in pain. RAYMOND and ERIC quickly back to their feet and both start laying the boots to ANDREW with an occasional elbow drop thrown in for good measure. ANDREW is taking a lot of punishment from these newcomers to the XWF tonight.
ERIC uses his speed and quickly applies a figure four leg lock to ANDREW who is screaming in pain. RAYMOND goes to the nearest corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. RAYMOND HATCHER hits a VICIOUS frogsplash on ANDREW ROBERTS who is still receiving the figure four leg lock from ERIC LEWIS! The crowd is going nuts chanting XWF tonight! After a moment, ERIC releases the figure four on ANDREW and ANDREW rolls out of the ring out of pure desperation. RAYMOND and ERIC confer for a moment. They nod to each other. ANDREW is starting to stir a little bit and finally gets to his feet! ERIC LEWIS with a suicide plancha to ANDREW ROBERTS on to the concrete floor! The fans are going nuts! ERIC pulls ANDREW to his feet and RAYMOND HATCHER with a apron to floor flying clothesline to ANDREW! These two are just dominating ANDREW in the worst way possible tonight! RAYMOND right back to his feet and OH MY GOD!!! RAYMOND HATCHER with a Regalplex to ANDREW ROBERTS onto the concrete floor! The crowd is going absolutely bonkers here at this point. ERIC pulls ANDREW ROBERTS lifeless body up and rolls him into the ring. RAYMOND back into the ring as well. RAYMOND hits a nasty backbreaker onto ANDREW ROBERTS and just holds him there, spread out across his knee, really stretching him out! From off the top turnbuckle, ERIC LEWIS does a HUUUUUUGE Top Rope Somersault Leg Drop across the prone opponents' neck region. The Lewpocalypse! ANDREW ROBERTS must be nearly dead. His body just falls off the knee of RAYMOND HATCHER as...
they BOTH place a hand on ANDREW ROBERTS shoulders!?!?
The referee shrugs and then decides to count!
1....
2....
THREE! Mercifully this slaughter fest is over!
WINNERS: RAYMOND HATCHER and "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS
Both RAYMOND and ERIC are up to their feet and arms being held high in victory. ANDREW ROBERTS has yet to move around at all, he might very well be dead! RAYMOND and ERIC shake hands in the middle of the ring... RAYMOND HATCHER kicks ERIC LEWIS in the gut, doubling him over... RAYMOND HATCHER goes for a signature gut wrench powerbomb on ERIC LEWIS but he reverses it! BACKSTABBER to HATCHER! ERIC LEWIS slides out under the bottom rope as the fans look on in shock! Considering what happened before and after the match with these two men, they might very well be gunning for each other in the near future!
We cut to the locker room area where we find THE TRISTAN SLATER walking down the backstage hallway. The crowd roars with boo's as we get our first look at perfection this evening. THE TRISTAN SLATER stops walking as he reaches a door marked ARSENIC and PISCO.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Several seconds pass before PISCO is shown opening the door to the locker room.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: We got to talk, Arsenic with you?
With a head nod from PISCO he steps aside allowing THE TRISTAN SLATER to enter the locker room where the door closes behind him.
1-on-1
Tournament Qualifier!
SCOTT "The Texan" YOUNG
-vs-
ERIC JACKSON
Standard Match
Winner gets entered into the upcoming tournament!
The match begins with YOUNG and JACKSON having a stare down with one another, JACKSON then smirks before slapping him across the face, causing YOUNG to take several steps backwards! YOUNG rubs his jaw before kicking JACKSON in the knee, causing JACKSON to be off balanced, YOUNG then proceeds to whip JACKSON to the ropes but his attempt is in vain as ERIC counters it with a vicious clothesline which causes YOUNG to flip over on his back! JACKSON makes a quick cover!
....1
Kickout by THE TEXAN SCOTT YOUNG!
SCOTT is attempting to stand but JACKSON yanks him up to his feet and Gargoyle Suplexes him in the middle of the ring! JACKSON is showing flat out dominance in this match!!! The cocky ERIC JACKSON smirks while strolling around the ring with his head held high, JACKSON kicks his down opponent in the chest repeatedly before the referee signals for him to stop at once. JACKSON refuses and the referee begins counting, if he gets to five then JACKSON loses and YOUNG gets a spot in the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!!!
....1
....2
...3
...4
JACKSON finally decides to stop and he does so and covers YOUNG once more, the referee would begin the count if YOUNG's feet were not on the bottom rope. This angers JACKSON as he sends his opponent to the ropes and attempts a SPINAL TAP but THE TEXAN counters with a mid-air DDT!!!! Both men are now down in the middle of the ring. The referee begins counting for either man to stand up.
...1
...2
...3
The fans begin chanting for YOUNG as he slowly begins to crawl and stand on his feet.
...4
YOUNG is up!!!! Right on cue JACKSON stands but the re-energized YOUNG takes him out with a clothesline! JACKSON scurries back on his feet and is taken down by YOUNG again but this time with YOUNG using a quick go behind german release suplex. YOUNG waits for JACKSON to stand again and quickly rushes in with a chop block to the knee which sends JACKSON down and YOUNG locks him right into the Sharpshooter!
YOUNG applies as much pressure as possible while he keeps the Sharpshooter locked in but JACKSON is refusing to give up!
JACKSON reaches desperately for the bottom rope but it's just barely out of reach!
JACKSON uses all of his strength to inch toward the rope and...
He finally reaches the rope! YOUNG immediately releases the hold so he can go to work on those legs, just stomping down as hard as he can several times before grabbing JACKSON's foot and lifting it high before driving it back down with that knee smasher! He holds on and does it a second time! AND A THIRD! He finally stops so he can kick and stomp JACKSON's leg until JACKSON rolls out of the ring and drops down to the mat at ringside, holding his knee in great pain.
The referee begins to count out JACKSON as he remains on the mat outside the ring...
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
JACKSON is starting to get to his feet and is rubbing his knee, trying to somehow stop the pain.
...6
...7
BOOM! YOUNG from inside the ring with a baseball slide, catching JACKSON right in the face and sending him stumbling back into the barricade. The fans right there all begin tapping him on the shoulder and yelling loudly.
One fan accidentally spills some of his drink on JACKSON's head!
JACKSON shakes his head and wipes off some of the drink, completely enraged by this! He thinks the fan did it on purpose! JACKSON grabs the fan by the shirt collar and begins yelling something at him, threatening to punch him in the face. Meanwhile SCOTT YOUNG come out to ringside and grabs JACKSON's shoulder to spin him around but JACKSON catches YOUNG with a huge fist right to the jaw! YOUNG goes down to the mat after being totally caught off guard with that hard shot! YOUNG quickly kicks his foot out toward the standing JACKSON's knee and JACKSON goes down to one knee, holding that already damaged knee once again as the pain has all returned.
Is anyone paying attention to the fact that the referee is now counting BOTH men out of the ring?
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
YOUNG quickly gets to his feet and charges JACKSON... SPINAL TAP! JACKSON HITS THE SPINAL TAP OUT OF NOWHERE! (i.e. High angle spinebuster!)
Both men are laid out on the mat at ringside now. YOUNG is not moving at all and JACKSON is writhing in unbearable pain as he really came down hard on his own knee when he hit that Spinal Tap on YOUNG! Meanwhile, the ref has been counting this whole time and is already up to...
...8!
...9!
...10!
This one is a clear double count out! These men both wanted this bad! The fans are a little upset but suddenly, XWF owner SHANE CARVER walks out from the back with a microphone in hand!
CARVER: A double count out? That's too bad because now it means neither one of you get a chance to be in the upcoming tournament. Sucks to be you losers! Hahaha!
CARVER begins walking to the back as the fans boo tremendously. JACKSON and YOUNG are just barely recovering and what SHANE said is just setting in with them as they both look furious! Suddenly SHANE returns with a big smile on his face!
CARVER: You know on second thought I think I'm in a good mood today. I actually LIKE people who give it their all and almost cripple each other to get the win! I LIKE what I saw from BOTH of you! For that reason and that reason alone, I'm considering both of you successful tonight and entering you both into the tournament for THE XWF CHAMPIONSHIP!
Some of the fans cheer while others still boo. It's a very mixed reaction here tonight as ERIC JACKSON and SCOTT YOUNG have both advanced into the tournament!
3-Way
Tournament Qualifier!
L DOUBLE E
-vs-
GENOCIDE
-vs-
IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall
Winner gets entered into the upcoming tournament!
GENOCIDE is the first to make his way to the ring, followed by L DOUBLE E. As both of them look toward the ramp and await the arrival of IAN JOHNSON, L DOUBLE E suddenly grabs GENOCIDE from behind! THE HERO SNAP! (i.e. reverse DDT!)
The match hasn't even started yet and L DOUBLE E just hit his finisher! He goes for a cover but the ref waves it off, yelling at L DOUBLE E that that match has not started.
Suddenly the fans rise to their feet with a generous pop as IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON runs down to the ring as fast as he can! The moment he slides into the ring the ref signals for the bell and this match is on!
JOHNSON quickly kicks L DOUBLE E off of GENOCIDE and then goes for a pin of his own!
...1
...2
...JOHNSON moves out of the way, allowing L DOUBLE E to smash down into GENOCIDE with that leaping elbow smash attempt! JOHNSON looks down at the crumpled mess of both men as he starts to stomp away on both of them relentlessly. He then goes for a pin on top of BOTH of them!
...1
...both men wriggle their way out and JOHNSON falls off of them. He quickly regains his footing and scoops up L DOUBLE E, going to body slam him onto GENOCIDE but GENOCIDE rolls out of the way just in time to avoid that. GENOCIDE gets to his feet and catches JOHNSON with a kick to the back and then takes him down with a belly to back suplex. GENOCIDE drops an elbow down onto the back of JOHNSON and then delivers a series of knees to the back of JOHNSON's head. GENOCIDE starts to back up slowly as he watches JOHNSON try to push himself up from the canvas he is face down on. As JOHNSON starts to push himself up, GENOCIDE runs up and punt kicks him right in the ribs! JOHNSON goes rolling out of the ring from the impact!
GENOCIDE turns his attention to L DOUBLE E and hits the "Black Death" Superkick! He looks out to ringside and sees JOHNSON starting to get to his feet so GENOCIDE runs toward him and dives through the ropes BUT JOHNSON MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
CRACK!
GENOCIDE had some serious momentum going there and flew so fast and far that he crashed head first into the barricade! The fans right there can't believe it and they all start chanting "holy shit...holy shit" as JOHNSON enters the ring. He pulls L DOUBLE E up to his feet and takes him right back down with a single arm DDT which he follows up with THE OMOPLATA! (i.e. Like the Yes Lock without the crossface and more torque applied to the arm!)
He's got it locked in tight! GENOCIDE is still outside the ring and just barely starting to move.
L DOUBLE E is raising his hand into the air and holding it up as it shakes... will he tap???
His hand shakes even more!
GENOCIDE sees what is happening and slides into the ring!
BUT L DOUBLE E IS ALREADY TAPPING! IT'S OVER!!!
GENOCIDE kicks JOHNSON in the head and throws him out of the ring to the outside. He then grabs a steel chair from under the ring and opens it up, getting ready to piledrive JOHNSON right through that open steel chair... ULTIMATE GENOCIDE! OH MY GOD HE NAILED IT! JOHNSON IS OUT COLD!
GENOCIDE walks to the back to a chorus of boos as IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON remains the victor and the main to advance into the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT! After a few moments he somehow musters up the strength to slowly raise just his left arm up into the air and he makes a fist! He's raising his fist in victory even after all of that! The crowd loves it as they cheer him on!
WINNER: IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
Cutting back to the locker room of PISCO and ARSENIC the door to the locker room opens once more as THE TRISTAN SLATER, ARSENIC and PISCO are shown exiting the locker room. We join them in mid coversation.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: They way I see it is we are the strongest three this organization has to offer. Together you make up the World Tag Team Champions, individually PISCO's the Xtreme Champion, and come the close of tonight I WILL leave with the United States Championship around my waist. The ONLY championships this company can produce will be around the waists of US. Standing on our own we're dominant enough, but working collectively we'll be UN-F**KING-STOPPABLE!
The trio walk off camera as the scene fades away. Has PISCO, ARSENIC and THE TRISTAN SLATER reached some sort of agreement to form a stable of talent? It certainly appears to be that way, if so what's that mean for the rest of the so-called superstars who dwell within the land of the Xtreme?
1-on-1
BOBBY PINZ
-vs-
"Superstar" RICKY RAIDER
Standard Match
BOBBY PINZ and RICKY RAIDER are set as they lock up in this Standard Match. RAIDER, with the size and strength advantage powers BOBBY back into a neutral corner before driving in a shoulder block to the midsection. RAIDER shoots BOBBY PINZ across the ring into the opposite buckles, BOBBY bounces off the buckles into a back body drop by RAIDER which sends BOBBY PINZ rolling out to the floor to catch a breather. RAIDER steps out to the ring apron before crashing down on top of BOBBY PINZ with double ax handle across the back! RAIDER looks to firmly take over as he scoops BOBBY PINZ up before looking to drive him into the ring post! BOBBY PINZ manages to slide down the back of RAIDER at the last minute before shoving RAIDER forward into the ring post!
BOBBY PINZ rolls back into the ring breaking the referee's count before climbing up to the top turnbuckle from inside the ring. The crowd begins to buzz as RAIDER stands to his feet which allows BOBBY PINZ to fly off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press some 12 feet in the air down on top of RAIDER to a huge pop from the crowd for the move. BOBBY PINZ is the first to his feet where he picks RAIDER up before throwing him back into the ring. BOBBY gets to the ring apron. He measures RAIDER who once again begins to work his way to his feet. BOBBY PINZ uses the top rope as a Springboard landing a Missile Dropkick to RAIDER before looking to make the cover.
...1
...2
RAIDER kicks out before the three count. BOBBY PINZ is the first to his feet where he picks RAIDER up off the mat before sending him across the ring into a set of buckles. BOBBY PINZ charges towards the corner looking to deliver a running closeline but instead he eats a reverse elbow by RAIDER! RAIDER gets to the middle rope before leaping off connecting with a Blockbuster Style Neckbreaker on BOBBY PINZ! The crowd solidly behind RAIDER as he once again reaches his feet before reaching down and picking BOBBY up off the mat before delivering a hard right hand to the jaw followed by a scoop slam! RAIDER bounces off the ropes delivering a Leg Drop across the throat of BOBBY PINZ before making a cover.
...1
...2
BOBBY escapes the near fall. RAIDER reaches his feet where he picks BOBBY up off the mat where he looks to take the advantage before getting raked across the eyes by BOBBY PINZ out of desperation. BOBBY charges towards RAIDER where he ducks under a RAIDER closeline attempt that sends BOBBY PINZ bouncing off the ropes and delivering a SPEAR to RAIDER! SPEAR TO RAIDER! BOBBY PINZ executes the cover!
...1
...2
RAIDER kicks out! The crowd is on fire as BOBBY PINZ is the first to his feet where he picks RAIDER up off the mat before looking to plant him with a DDT! RAIDER counters the DDT attempt with a Bridging Northern Light Suplex!
...1
...2
...KICKOUT!
BOBBY PINZ escapes before the count of three and scrambles to his feet as fast as he can! RAIDER also reaches his feet where he intercepts BOBBY by hoisting him up onto his shoulders and connecting with the R BUSTER 6000! (i.e. Fireman's carry into a jumping inverted sitdown piledriver!)
RAIDER goes for the cover!
...1
...2
...THREE!
WINNER: RICKY RAIDER
2-on-2
KRAVEN
MICHAEL MAYHEM
-vs-
"The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN
MR. XWF
X-Treme Rules Tag Match
Guest Refs: The TAG TEAM known as "DAWN"
The match begins with all four participants in the ring while the team known as DAWN each stand back in a neutral corner allowing the madness to begin! KRAVEN and MR. XWF instantly begin trading right hands while SPARTAN dominates on Mayhem sending him out through the ropes to the floor! KRAVEN gets the better of the exchange between MR. XWF with a rake to the eyes before driving a knee to MR. XWF midsection before tossing him out to the floor on the opposite side of the ring. SPARTAN hops to the floor where he tosses the ring back pulling out a BARBWIRE WRAPPED KENDO STICK!! MAYHEM reaches all fours before being cracked across the back with the Barbwire Wrapped Kendo Stick which slits his back wide open! Across the ring KRAVEN bounces MR. XWF head first off the ring steps!
Across the ring MAYHEM's bleeding from the face as SPARTAN grinds the Barbwire Wrapped Kendo Stick into his face!
The Ambulance has been drove up right to the ring inches away from it. Kraven and Mr.XWF are battling on the outside now while Spartan and Mayhem are doing the same on the inside. CRACK!! CRACK!! KRAVEN slid a chair in to MAYHEM! Two chairshots smash the head of Spartan reopening his cut from last week. Mayhem signals for a finish as he sets up for the Caotic Crush. he gets spartan up on his shoulders and when he spins Spartan off spartan reverses and lands on his feet! he boots mayhem, in the stomach and gets up on his shoulders in powerbomb postiion and then runnin tossing powerbomb over the top rope through the windshield of the ambulance as Mayhem breaks completely through the glass and lands head first into the drivers seat and the fans go completely wild!!!
FANS: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! ... ...
Outside of the ring KRAVEN pulls another steel chair out from under the ring! He looks to blast MR. XWF who's standiing up against the ring post! MR. XWF ducks and KRAVEN blasts the ring post causing him to drop the chair! MR. XWF picks up the chair before jabbing KRAVEN in the midsection which doubles him over before smacking him across the back dropping KRAVEN to the floor. Across the ring SPARTAN looks to pick MAYHEM up off the floor where he catches a LOW BLOW! SPARTAN drops the Barbwire Wrapped Kendo Stick for MAYHEM to pick up. SPARTAN hits both knees before being drilling over the head with a violent shot from MAYHEM and the Barbwire Wrapped Kendo Stick which shatters the Stick upon impact wrapping barbwire over the head of SPARTAN! Blood flows from both men as MAYHEM tosses the ring apron back where he pulls out a Ladder!
Across the ring MR. XWF picks KRAVEN up off the mat before putting him in position for the ROCK BOTTOM! KRAVEN fights free with side elbows to the temple of MR. XWF before taking MR. XWF down with a closeline on the floor! KRAVEN reaches under the ring where he pulls a TABLE out! KRAVEN sets the Table up on the floor before turning his attention towards MR. XWF! Across the ring MAYHEM's shown hammering away at the bloody face of SPARTAN! In the ring, DAWN merely looks on at the carnage before looking at each other followed by a simple head nod. Each member of DAWN runs in seperate directions before landing a double Sucide Dive, one drills KRAEN from behind which drives him into MR. XWF while the other smashes into both SPARTAN and MAYHEM!
The crowd boo's as one member of DAWN picks KRAVEN up before POWERBOMBING him through the TABLE he set up at ringside! The crowd is hot as the member of DAWN throws MR. XWF back into the ring before following him by sliding into the ring where she begins to choke him with both hands around his throat. Across the ring the other member of DAWN tosses SPARTEN face first off the ring post before throwing MAYHEM into the ring where she slides in after him. Both member of DAWN pick up their respective oppositions before shooting both men into each other in the middle of the ring! MAYHEM and MR. XWF bounce off each other where they each catch a SUPERKICK by each member of DAWN!
The crowd boo's intently as they turn their attention to KRAVEN and SPARTAN who each lay on the floor. They slide out to the floor where one member of DAWN picks KRAVEN up from the debris of the table while the other picks a bloody SPARTAN up off the floor. They're shown taking them up the ramp towards the awaiting AMBULANCE! DAWN each are shown whipping both SPARTAN and KRAVEN into the side of the AMBULANCE! The crowd responds with a huge pop as MR. XWF rolls out to the floor before making his way back towards the AMBULANCE! He's followed by MICHAEL MAYHEM! MR. XWF comes up behind a member of DAWN before spinning her around where he delivers.... ROCK BOTTOM!
MR. XWF: ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM!
The other member of DAWN spins around where she's met with a SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! MAYHEM GOT THE SPEAR! KRAVEN staggers forward where he picks up a member of DAWN before delivering a vicious LIGHT'S OUT! SPARTAN picks up the other member of DAWN where he delivers ANARCHY IN THE UNITED STATES ON THE FLOOR! All four are shown picking the team known as DAWN up before throwing them in the back of the AMBULANCE! They slam the doors shut! The AMBULANCE fires up before driving back through the curtain where the sierns blair out. KRAVEN, MAYHEM, MR. XWF, and JOHN SPARTAN state each other down leaving the crowd to wonder WHO really just won this contest.
Suddenly there is an announcement on the speakers... It says that since the last man to touch the ambulance door as he slammed it shut was MR. XWF, his team is technically the winning team since now there are no special referees left to allow all 4 men to continue. What a strange chain of events! MR. XWF and JOHN SPARTAN raise their hands in victory as all four men continue to stare each other down...
DARK SHADOW
-vs-
ARSENIC
-vs-
GRANYTE
-vs-
"The King of Wrestling" PETER GILMOUR
-vs-
FLYING BOOYA
-vs-
THE TRISTAN SLATER
-vs-
MICHAEL MAYHEM
15 minutes will be put on the clock
X-Treme Rules, Pinfalls count anywhere Anyone who manages to score a pin over any other superstar during the 15 minute time limit will earn a spot in the upcoming XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT! Once a person scores a pinfall, that person earns their spot in the tournament and can exit this match right at that moment because they have accomplished their goal for the evening. You DO NOT get eliminated if you get pinned. You keep going until you either score a pinfall, or the 15 minutes are up.
Once all seven men have made their way out to the ring this crowd is completely buzzing and ready for an explosion of action! All seven men stand around the ring in a circle, eyeballing each other as the bell rings to start this contest and the clock is displayed live on the X-TRON!
15:00 minutes remain... 14:59 minutes remain... and so on...
ARSENIC and THE TRISTAN SLATER have both quickly slid to the outside of the ring as DARK SHADOW and MICHAEL MAYHEM were immediately coming right for them. SHADOW and MAYHEM follow to the outside and ARSENIC kicks SHADOW's foot out from under him which causes SHADOW to start falling awkwardly in such a manner that he trips up MICHAEL MAYHEM who also was in the middle of exiting the ring.
CRASH! Both of them land in a crumpled mess in front of TRISTAN and ARSENIC. They both look at each other, then at the fans, then back down at SHADOW and MAYHEM who are pretty dazed and very slowly starting to try and get up.
Meanwhile back inside the ring PETER GILMOUR just ran right through FLYING BOOYA with a clothesline and now catches GRANYTE with a black hole slam! GILMOUR covers GRANYTE!
...1
...2
KICKOUT!
11:00 minutes remain...
GRANYTE fights his way back to his feet with a series of blows that rock GILMOUR on his feet. GRANYTE runs to gain momentum by slingshotting himself off of the ropes with a big cross body block that takes GILMOUR down! He stays on top of him for the cover!
...1
...2
...KICKOUT!
GILMOUR and GRANYTE both continue to go at it while back at ringside TRISTAN and ARSENIC are both stomping away on DARK SHADOW and MAYHEM. TRISTAN pulls SHADOW up to his feet and then shoves him toward ARSENIC... SPEAR! DARK SHADOW was nearly broken in half with that one! Now ARSENIC pulls MAYHEM to his feet and shoves MAYHEM toward TRISTAN... he catches MAYHEM with a HUGE spinebuster slam!
ARSENIC and TRISTAN look at each other again, both firmly in control and seemingly working very well together. Suddenly THE FLYING BOOYA comes flying over the ropes and crashes right down into TRISTAN! After a very hard thud both TRISTAN and FLYING BOOYA are down and out for a moment as ARSENIC quickly rushes in and grabs FLYING BOOYA up... BRAINBUSTAAAAH! He quickly covers FLYING BOOYA and the ref counts! It's not even a surprise that it's an easy ...1 ...2 ...THREE!
ARSENIC has qualified for the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!
He pulls FLYING BOOYA back up and rams him head first into the steel ring post just to get him out of the way. MIKE MAYHEM runs up behind ARSENIC and applies a sleeper hold but TRISTAN is right there to crack MAYHEM in the back of the head with a hard elbow and then he drives him down with a BRAINBUSTER of his own! TRISTAN covers MAYHEM!
...1
...2
...THREE!
THE TRISTAN SLATER has qualified for the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!
ARSENIC and TRISTAN both survey the area and start walking to the back. Both men have accomplished their goal and are officially done with this match after gaining their respective pinfalls.
Back in the ring we see PETER GILMOUR and GRANYTE exchanging blows. GILMOUR blocks a right from GRANYTE and then whips him to the ropes where DARK SHADOW was climbing back into the ring, so SHADOW gets blasted off the ring apron and crashes into the barricade! GRANYTE comes stumbling back toward GILMOUR now as... THE KILLSWITCH! (i.e. Peter picks up his opponent in a GTS but instead of kneeing them in the face he grabs the neck and drops them with a vicious RKO/Gilmour Cutter!)
GILMOUR goes to cover GRANYTE but the ref is distracted outside of the ring where MIKE MAYHEM has crawled over to make a cover on DARK SHADOW!
...1
...2
...SHOULDER UP! Now the ref looks back in the ring where he sees GILMOUR pinning GRANYTE...
...1
...2
...KICKOUT! GILMOUR CAN'T BELIEVE IT! He begins yelling at the referee about how he's sick of referees screwing him out of wins! GILMOUR exits the ring and gets right in the refs face... AND THEN KICKS HIM IN THE BALLS!
5:00 minutes remain...
DARK SHADOW and MIKE MAYHEM both begin exchanging blows until MAYHEM ducks a wild shot from SHADOW and then hits a fallaway slam into the ring steps! SHADOW is hurt! The ring steps came loose when SHADOW hit them so MAYHEM grabs them and lifts them high above his head. Nearby, GILMOUR has grabbed FLYING BOOYA and is running with him over his shoulders for a running powerslam..... RIGHT ONTO DARK SHADOW! Now with FLYING BOOYA on top of DARK SHADOW, MAYHEM finally drops those steel steps down ON BOTH OF THEM! BOOYA and SHADOW have been crushed under all that weight and those are extremely heavy steps!
GILMOUR and MAYHEM's eyes meet for just a split second but then GRANYTE comes running up behind MAYHEM and hits THE ROLLING STONE! (i.e. Kofi trouble in paradise kick!)
MAYHEM goes crashing into GILMOUR and both men crash down to the mat as GRANYTE now turns his attention to FLYING BOOYA and DARK SHADOW who are both still under the ring steps! GRANYTE pushes the steps off and then pulls FLYING BOOYA away from SHADOW. GRANYTE pins BOOYA!
...1
...2
...THREE!
GRANYTE has qualified for the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!
1:00 minute remains...
GRANYTE celebrates as he makes his way to the back, finished with this match after earning his spot in the tournament! We're down to GILMOUR, DARK SHADOW, MIKE MAYHEM, and FLYING BOOYA. GILMOUR looks at the clock and FREAKS OUT! He sees there is only one minute left and he remembers how he should have already had a pin by now but the referee was not paying attention. GILMOUR rolls his eyes in the back of his head and begins to shake violently!
AND HE GOES CRAZY!
GILMOUR grabs a steel chair and begins smashing it over FLYING BOOYA and DARK SHADOW's heads, one after the other again and again back and forth!
SMASH!
CRACK!
BLAST!
GILMOUR rolls DARK SHADOW into the ring and goes in after him while MIKE MAYHEM stays outside the ring and begins beating on FLYING BOOYA with a different chair. In the ring, GILMOUR punches SHADOW in the stomach and then hits THE KILLSWITCH!
He goes to cover SHADOW, but outside the ring we see MAYHEM dropping down to cover FLYING BOOYA!
There are only a few seconds left on the clock!!! Which pin will the ref count?!?!?!?
GILMOUR realizes what is about to happen and he SCREAMS at the referee as loud as he can to make the count now! The ref hesitates and then looks outside the ring to see MAYHEM pinning BOOYA!
The ref starts pulling his hair out of his own head! What will he do?!?!?
He's already in the ring and there are only enough seconds left for him to drop right down and count the
...1
...2
...THREE!
He counted GILMOUR's pin!
PETER GILMOUR has qualified for the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!
BUZzZzZzZzZ!!!!!
The buzzer sounds! Time's up! MAYHEM is still covering BOOYA outside the ring but there's no time left on the clock! This one is OVER folks!
Standard Match
Guest Ref: JOSE CHAVEZ For the US Title or Non-title is champ's/Chuck's choice
We cut to the ring where Jose Chavez stands center ring dawning the stripes for the following contest.
The live crowd breaks out into huge boo's upon "Not Again" by Stained hitting the speakers.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, about to make his way to the ring... THE TRISTAN SLATER!
THE TRISTAN SLATER steps out in front of the very hostile crowd as he looks to complete his history making night by defeating the current UNITED STATES CHAMPION. THE TRISTAN SLATER completely ignores the ringside fans as he and JOSE CHAVEZ lock eyes. THE TRISTAN SLATER slides into the ring under the bottom rope where a small verbal exchange between SLATER and CHAVEZ takes place as "Coward" by Black Light Burns hits the speakers.
His opponent, about to make his way to the ring... he is the UNITED STATES CHAMPION, CHUCK!
"Coward" begins to blare through the PA system and smoke descends from the rafters, covering the entrance way before Chuck makes his way out from the back, keeping his head lowered and arms at his side, eyes locked on the ring. He saunters down the ramp, a look of determination on his face, before rolling into the ring and going to the corner and sitting down, waiting for the match to begin. CHAVEZ signals for the bell.
DING
DING
DING
We are underway as CHUCK and THE TRISTAN SLATER slowly circle each other in the ring before locking up center ring which see's SLATER using his size and weight advantage to power CHUCK back into a neutral corner where CHAVEZ is on the money asking for a clean break before counting SLATER who slowly backs out of the corner at JOSE'S 4 count before slapping CHUCK across the face! CHUCK explodes from the corner into a armdrag takeover by SLATER who locks in a armbar on CHUCK before picking CHUCK up off the mat where he twists the right arm. CHUCK places his left hand in the face of SLATER as he's able to push TRISTAN back into the ropes before driving a knee square into SLATER'S midsection which free's CHUCK who sends SLATER across the ring, SLATER bounces off the ropes into a vertical dropkick by CHUCK that sends SLATER to the mat. CHUCK pops back to his feet followed by SLATER, CHUCK latches on to a side headlock before taking SLATER over to the mat with a headlock takeover which see's SLATER'S shoulders hit the mat.
...1
...2
SLATER rolls his shoulder off the mat with ease breaking JOSE'S count. CHUCK wrenches down on the side headlock as we see TRISTAN begin to work his way back to his feet where he lays CHUCK out with a side suplex. The crowd boo's SLATER as he works his way to his feet before picking CHUCK up off the mat where he laces him across the chest with a stiff knife edge chop. SLATER follows up with a second blazing chop across the chest which wakes CHUCK up who fires right back with a open handed chop across the chest of SLATER! SLATER fires back with a knife edge chop, CHUCK immediately responds with a open handed chop across the chest which draws a thumb to the eye by SLATER to even louder boo's from the crowd. SLATER follows up with a hard right hand to the jaw before firing CHUCK across the ring. CHUCK bounces off the ropes into a reverse elbow to the jaw by SLATER. SLATER drops down making a cover.
...1
...2
CHUCK kicks out of JOSE'S count. SLATER reaches his feet where he picks CHUCK up off the mat before driving him back into a set of buckles with a shoulder block. SLATER drives several shoulders into the midsection of CHUCK before shooting him across the ring and into the opposite set of buckles. SLATER charges towards the corner where he eats a boot to the face by CHUCK which staggers SLATER out towards the center of the ring. CHUCK hops up to the middle turnbuckle before delivering a Flying Lariat to SLATER sending him to the mat. CHUCK quickly mounts SLATER and begins hammering away with right hands to the face! JOSE is there to start putting the count to CHUCK who gets up off TRISTAN at his four count. JOSE attempts to admonish CHUCK but CHUCK merely flips him the middle finger to loud boo's from the crowd. CHUCK turns his attention back to SLATER where he delivers several stiff kicks to the body and midsection of SLATER before picking him up by the hair before scooping SLATER up in the air. CHUCK takes several steps forward before throwing SLATER over head with a Fall Away Slam! CHUCK quickly executes the cover on SLATER.
...1
...2
SLATER throws a shoulder up off the mat breaking the pin attempt. CHUCK cuts his eyes towards JOSE before reaching a vertical base. He picks SLATER up off the mat before hammering SLATER with a right hand before locking in a front face lock where he peels off a snap suplex. CHUCK calls for the SAVIOR! He reaching down attempting to pick SLATER up off the mat, the pickup attempt is countered into an inside cradle.
...1
...2
CHUCK kicks out where he and TRISTAN reach their feet. CHUCK attempts a running clothesline that's ducked by SLATER sending CHUCK into the ropes, CHUCK bounces off the ropes and into a Over Head Release Belly to Belly Suplex by SLATER! SLATER eyes CHUCK as CHUCK begins to work his way to his feet where's he met with a boot to the midsection followed by the FLIP PILEDRIVER from out of nowhere! THE TRISTAN SLATER makes the cover!
...1
...2
THREE!
DING....DING.....DING......
"Not Again" by Staind plays once again to boo's from the crowd as THE TRISTAN SLATER has just completed what he calls making "history in one night". SLATER reaches his feet where he points at his right arm demanding JOSE CHAVEZ raise it in victory. There's a brief stare down between the two before JOSE reluctantly reaches out taking THE TRISTAN SLATER by the right wrist and raising his arm in the air before quickly dropping it and exiting the ring where THE TRISTAN SLATER watches JOSE walk back towards the locker room before he steps out of the ring and drops down to the floor where he makes his way over the time keepers table and SNATCHES the XWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP from the time keeper! He snatches a microphone from the RING ANNOUCER before rolling back into the ring. Upon reaching his feet the music fades away. THE TRISTAN SLATER reaches down picking CHUCK up off the mat before sending him sailing over the top rope and out to the floor before addressing the live crowd.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Get that piece of trash out of MY ring!
The crowd roars with boo's as THE TRISTAN SLATER takes a good long look at the United States Championship before making the following statement.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: This right here....
THE TRISTAN SLATER holds up the United States Championship for all to see.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: That's what this match was SUPPOSE to be about, but yet that f**king coward didn't even so much as give me, YOU, or anyone in the free world a clear cut answers...
CHUCK begins to reach his feet out on the floor where he takes notice of THE TRISTAN SLATER holding the United States Championship. THE TRISTAN SLATER turns his attention towards CHUCK as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Since you wasn't MAN enough to make the decision... all me to MAKE IT FOR YOU! Ladies and Gentleman I give to you the NEW XWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION... THE... TRISTAN... SLATER!!!!!!!
CHUCK is outraged on the floor to the tune he dives back into the ring under the bottom ropes, but just as soon as he reaches his feet he blasted in the face with the UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP which drops him dead in his tracks. THE TRISTAN SLATER stands over the body of CHUCK.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Not only am I GOING to win the XWF Championship Tournament, but I'm also GOING to hold on to the United States Championship because there isn't a single person on this roster who's capable of being the Number One and Number Two man on this roster. You all fall in behind ME!
A massive "YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK" chant echo's throughout the building as THE TRISTAN SLATER continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: As of this moment you're all being put on notice... unlike CHUCK, I'm a TRUE CHAMPION who will defend this Championship ANY TIME on ANY show against ANY ONE! I am THE TRISTAN SLATER, YOUR NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION... AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE!
THE TRISTAN SLATER drops the microphone on top of CHUCK's face before stepping over him where he exits the ring. He slings the United States Championship over his shoulder before walking up the ramp.
1-on-1
MAIN EVENT
X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP
PSICO
-vs-
RAIKENZA GRAPHITTI
X-Treme Rules Match
Both men starts this match off with a stare down as they inch closer and closer to each other. They begin to exchange some words and suddenly PSICO lands a quick double chop to the throat of RAIKENZA and follows up with a hard forearm shot to the skull which sends RAIKENZA reeling back. PSICO rushes at him as he leans back against the ropes but RAIKENZA drops down and pulls the rope with him so PSICO's momentum causes him to spill over and out to ringside!
RAIKENZA follows him outside but PSICO has already grabbed a steel chair. He tosses it to RAIKENZA who catches the chair and throws it right back into PSICO's face while instantly following it with a running shoulder tackle which smashes the chair harder into PSICO who had instinctively grabbed hold of it after it smacked him in the face! PSICO goes down and the chair goes tumbling a few inches away as RAIKENZA goes for the cover!
...1
...2
KICKOUT!
RAIKENZA stomps and kicks PSICO before pulling him up and setting him up near that steel chair... RAIKENZA hits a side russian leg sweep into the chair! He goes for another cover!
...1
...2
...KICKOUT!
RAIKENZA shakes his head with a slight bit of frustration as he waits for PSICO to get up on his own. PSICO slowly stumbles back up to his feet and then turns right into ...
THE GKO! (i.e. RKO variation!)
BUT WAIT!! PSICO counters it by pushing RAIKENZA away and RAIKENZA ands up running face first into the ring post! RAIKENZA turns around and PSICO runs up...
PSICOSIS! (i.e. Ace Crusher/Diamon Cutter!)
BUT NO!! RAIKENZA pushes PSICO into a camera man that got too close to the action!!!
BOOM!
The cameraman and PSICO both go down hard as RAIKENZA uses this chance to go for another pin!
...1
...2
KICKOUT!
RAIKENZA backs up and lets officials check on the cameraman but as they're all doing that, nobody notices PSICO pick up the fallen television camera! PSICO runs up to an unsuspecting RAIKENZA with that camera in hand!!!
BLAST!!! GLASS, METAL AND PLASTIC PIECES FLY AS THE CAMERA SHATTERS ON IMPACT WITH RAIKENZA'S SKULL!!!
PSICOSIS!!!
OH MY GOD! BEFORE RAIKENZA COULD EVEN FALL, HE GOT NAILED WITH PSICOSIS!!!
PSICO goes for the pin...
...1
...2
...THREE!!!
WINNER: PSICO
After a tough match with Raikenza Graphitti, Psico is still the XWF Xtreme Champion. Psico gets his hand raised from the referee and celebrates in the ring.
Suddenly, the lights go out. I guess the Igloo didn't playboys electric bill this month. Cameras flash all over the arena trying to see what's going on in the ring.
The lights come back on as Psico is a bit startled but shrugs his shoulders. He begins to leave again, and the lights go out once more. The fans begin to boo this, but we then hear the heavy guitar riff from In This Moment's hit song "Daddy's Fallen Angel" begins to blare from the PA. Psico turns his head towards the entranceway as we await Peter Gilmour. The music plays, but no sign of Peter. Psico is seen shaking his head. We then see Kevin Anderson come out to a ton of boos from the crowd. Kevin looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He has a microphone and begins to speak.
Kevin: Verry impressive Psico. Another victory over a lame opponent. You know Psico, you've had a lot to say about my friend Peter this past week. Calling him a retard, enhancement talent, other things Peter has already heard. Let's face it, you're boring us. You're boring these fans with the same old shit week in and week out.
Psico rolls his eyes and mouths "you're biting me right now."
Kevin: I'm boring you? Gee dud I hit a nerve? Let's face facts, you may be the Xtreme Champion and one half of the tag champs. But you still fear Peter.
Psico laughs hysterically as the fans boo.
Kevin: Keep laughing clown, see where it gets you. I heard you challenged Peter to a match got your Xtreme title. Then you said that Peter can pick the stips. Bad move my friend. Bad move. You just signed your life away and the devil himself is coming to collect.
Kevin laughs wickedly as Psico screams at Kevin "bring him out here now!" suddenly, the fans come slice as we see someone come from the crowd. It's Peter Gilmour!! Gilmour is standing right in back of Psico. Wait, is that a chair Peter's holding? Oh no it's barbed wire chair!! Psico first see Peter behind him. Kevinyhrn points to Psico to turn around. Psico does and....
Whaack!!
Peter hits a lethal head shot to Psico's skull. The force was so bad, it ripped through his mask as blood begins to put out of it. The fans boo as Peter looks down at the very bloody Psico.
Meanwhile up at the stage we see one of the ambulances from tonight's ambulance match arrive! Somebody drives it right in front of the entrance so that it's blocking it completely. If anyone tries to run out from the back, they can't get through!!!
Suddenly two men emerge from the ambulance.
IT'S KRAVEN AND MIKE MAYHEM! They stole the extra ambulance from earlier and blocked the entrance with it! They begin walking down toward the ring as PETER GILMOUR stands over PSICO in the ring.
Peter steps away from Psico, but turns back towards him. This doesn't look good. Peter picks up Psico and hits the Killswitch! Psico is down and out on the canvas. The fans boo Peter as he looks down at Psico. Peter looks at Kevin and smiles wickedly. What is Peter going to do now? Peter then gives the cut-throat sign. Kevin then pulls something out of his pocket. Is that? It's lighter fluid!! Kevin goes over to the barbed site chair and sprays all of its contents on the chair. Somebody stop this carnage!! Peter kicks Psico in the ribs very hard. He then picks Psico up and puts his arm over his neck. Kevin then lights the chair. We got fire!! A flaming barbed wire chair! Don't tell me he's going to do this.
Peter lifts Psico up. He positions himself over the flaming chair. He holds Psico up for what seems like forever. No don't do it Peter! Please God no!
Nooooooo!
Crrrash!
Brainbustaaaaa! On the flaming chair! Psico mask is on fire! Peter is seen shaking as his eyes roll back into his head. KRUSH and MIKE MAYHEM both enter the ring and begin stomping away on PSICO! The stomps actually put the flames out but the damage has been done! Now GILMOUR joins in and begins stomping on PSICO as well! It looks like the ambulance at the entrance is rocking back and forth as people on the other side try to make their way out. Who could be trying to rush out here? Officials? PSICO's partner? The Police?
PETER, KRUSH and MIKE MAYHEM all laugh. GILMOUR starts shaking again and his eyes roll in the back of his head once more. These three men are clearly on the same page and this was a planned out assault!!!
Finally some EMT's find their way to the ring from a different route and they check on PSICO as the assailants laugh wickedly. All three of them leave through the crowd before anyone can make their way out from behind that ambulance. GILMOUR, KRAVEN and MAYHEM leave through the crowd together and the three of them are raising their arms in celebration as they make their way through. The fans boo horribly and many of them throw their drinks and food at the trio, but they don't care because they've accomplished what they had set out to do!
