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-June 16th, 2012
Live from the First Union Center - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!
Welcome to Impact!
-SEGMENT-
The shot cuts to the backstage area, where an unmarked white van pulls into the parking area. The door opens and a HUGE black boot hits the concrete really hard. The fans make a fair amount of noise as the shot cuts back to the arena floor...
-END OF SEGMENT-
PAGE vs DECKER
Our opening contest is set to kick off IMPACT as DECKER and PAGE lock up center ring. Each man jockey's for position before DECKER drives a knee to the midsection which gives him control as he hammers away at PAGE with a right hand before taking PAGE to the mat with a Japanese Armdrag! DECKER is the first to his feet where he meets PAGE with a Drop Sault as PAGE reaches his feet which knocks him back to the mat. DECKER picks PAGE up off the mat before leveling him with a European Uppercut which knocks PAGE back into the ropes. DECKER shoots PAGE across the ring, PAGE bounces off the ropes ducking under a closeline attempt by DECKER, PAGE bounces off the farside where he catches DECKER with a Bulldog Headlock which drives DECKER face first into the mat! PAGE picks DECKER's head up off the mat before slamming it back down into the mat! PAGE rolls DECKER over looking for the cover.
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TWO
DECKER kicks out! PAGE is the first to his feet with the crowd starting to get behind him. He picks DECKER up off the mat before tossing him out to the floor. PAGE measures DECKER who begins to work his way to his feet. PAGE bounces off the far side where he dives through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE on to DECKER which drives DECKER back into the security barrier while PAGE lands on his feet! PAGE runs towards DECKER yet it's DECKER who throws his right boot up in the air connecting with the jaw of PAGE which staggers him back several feet. DECKER comes off the barrier with a rake across the eyes before taking PAGE and sending him headfirst into the ring steps! The crowd boo's DECKER as he tosses PAGE back into the ring. DECKER rolls into the ring where he reaches his feet. He measures PAGE who begins to get to his feet. DECKER charges towards PAGE looking for a running closeline, PAGE ducks which sends DECKER towards the ropes, DECKER amazingly springboards off the middle rope connecting with a Springboard Elbow to the face of PAGE sending PAGE to the mat with DECKER making the cover on PAGE!
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TWO
PAGE kicks out to a pop from the crowd. DECKER reaches down picking PAGE up off the mat before driving him into the mat with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd boo's as DECKER reaches his feet where he calls for his BACK TO THE FUTURE! DECKER reaches down picking PAGE up off the mat where he looks for a version of the KILLSWITCH! PAGE manages to counter by jerking his arms free while shoving DECKER forward and into the ropes, DECKER bounces off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection followed by a knee lift to the face which is proudly called DOWNSIZING by PAGE! PAGE waits patiently as DECKER pushes himself back to a vertical base where he walks right into a MID-DAY WAKE UP by PAGE! PAGE executes the cover hooking the nearest leg!
ONE
TWO
THREE!!
WINNER: JOSEPH PAGE
-SEGMENT-
Steve Sayors: Ladies and gentlemen, here with me at this time is “The Natural Born Predator” Danny WOLF. Now Danny tonight is going to be an arduous task. Not only do you have a triple threat match tonight, you also have an “I Quit” match with HOMICIDE member; Michael MAYHEM. What are your feelings going into tonight?
Danny WOLF: Steve, tonight isn’t about my feelings, tonight isn’t about Homicide, and tonight certainly isn’t about MAYHEM. Tonight is about the beginning of a new era in the XWF; tonight marks the start of my journey to the XWF Championship. Now I may be new to this company, and I may be a complete rookie in some people’s eyes, but the fact is I’ve been preparing for this my whole life, and tonight I’m going to prove that by beating not one, not two, but three men in the same night. I’m going to beat up and humiliate Mayhem, and then cement my place in the quarterfinals of the XWF Championship tournament.
Steve Sayors: Are you prepared to comment on the possibility that HOMICIDE could interfere in either of your matches tonight?
Danny WOLF: I can see why they would want to, Homicide will have an interest in both of my matches tonight, not only am I going to make a complete bitch out of Michael MAYHEM in an “I Quit” match, but when I win the triple threat match against GENOCIDE and Ian JOHNSON, I will progress to the quarterfinals, where I will most likely face another HOMICIDE member; Jose CHAVEZ. I can guarantee however that tonight, HOMICIDE will not interfere in my match. Tonight, I have a special guest in my corner, and he will personally see to it that no one gets involved in my match.
Steve Sayors: Finally Mr. Wolf, where do your allegiances lie in terms of Homicide? Are you afraid they may take over the XWF?
Danny Wolf: Don’t make me laugh, Sayors! HOMICIDE pose about as much threat to XWF Championships as a rabbit poses a wolf. None whatsoever. That being said they have nine deranged morons, and morons have a tendency to be dangerously stupid. As far as my allegiances are concerned, my only loyalty has ever been to my pack and to my family everyone else is fair game. That being said, in times like these when there is a nine-legged monster on the loose, your only objective is to fight back, and those who are willing to fight back will naturally join together. So if it’s a choice between HOMICIDE and a group of competitors that want to finish this retarded faction once and for all, you can bet your arse I’ll be siding with the latter.
WOLF moves closer to the camera and takes the microphone.
HOMICIDE, if it’s a war you want then it’s a war you’re gonna get. I will go through every member of your stable on my way to glory if I have to, and you will finally realise what it’s like to be hunted.
-END OF SEGMENT-
RICKY RAIDER vs SINCERE LEE WILD
GUEST REFEREE: KIMBERLY ANDERSON
KIM calls for the bell...
WILD and RAIDER walk out to the center of the ring where a cocky RAIDER begins to hit on WILD. She smiles at the attempt before bitch slapping RAIDER across the face! RAIDER'S pissed as he charges with a running closeline. WILD ducks which sends RAIDER bouncing off the ropes and into a SPEAR by WILD! KIMBERLY stands back watching as LEE WILD picks RICKY RAIDER up off the mat before delivering a violent POETRY IN MOTION EVEN FLOW DDT! WILD covers RAIDER. KIMBERLY drops down to the mat.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
WINNER: SINCERE LEE WILD
-SEGMENT-
In the back, the 7 foot beast known as MiGRaiNe is seen walking down the hallway, already in his trademark black wrestling gear with a gym back over his shoulder, sweat pouring off his giant, bald head as he heads up the hall with his eyes glazed over, as if in a trance.
His cellphone begins to ring, and he turns for a moment, then ignores the call. He continues down the hall and the calling tone ends.. He is approached by STEVE SAYORS, who looks concerned about seeing MiGRaiNe back in the XWF, looking well beyond his years and certainly not ready to enter the ring again..
SAYORS: MiGRaiNe! Please! A moment?
MiGRaiNe pauses, looks down at SAYORS, and then just stares at him, breathing heavy and not saying a word.
SAYORS: MiGRaiNe, it’s great to see you back here in the XWF.. But the fans want to know, and so do I.. Are you sure you’re ready to come back after all the medical issues and all the abuse your body has taken?
MiGRaiNe says nothing.
SAYORS gets a little nervous as MiGRaiNe leans in closer to stare at him.
SAYORS: I mean.. We were all thrilled to see your name on the card, and to go after the XWF title must be bringing back some fond memories.. But.. Have you been medically cleared to wrestle here tonight?
MiGRaiNe looks at SAYORS for another full minute, causing SAYORS to start shaking under the shadow of the beast..
MiGRaiNe suddenly grabs SAYORS by the throat!
The crowd is shocked! MiGRaiNe has never raised his hand to STEVE SAYORS before!
He raises his other hand and balls up a fist! He’s going to knock STEVE OUT!
Suddenly, a different ringtone beeps out of MiGRaiNe’s phone, and it seems to snap him out of his trance just long enough to realize what he’s doing.. STEVE catches his breath as he’s released. He adjusts his tie and tries to speak.
SAYORS: It.. (cough) It sounds like you got a voicemail message..
MiGRaiNe just looks at SAYORS, then reaches out to gently brush off his shoulder and fix his collar, as if to apologize.
MiGRaiNe turns and walks away, leaving SAYORS to deflate and recover from his terrifying moment.
-END OF SEGMENT-
DANNY WOLF vs MIKE MAYHEM
I Quit Match
The lights in the arena go dark, Adrenaline by Shinedown hits the speakers, and spotlights in the arena are scanning the fans. The spotlight locates MAYHEM in the crowd, where he appears with a mic in one hand and a “Stop BS” stop sign in the other. He talks trash about WOLF as he makes his way to the ring. Once he is in the ring, he drops the mic, runs to the corner and holds up the “Stop BS” sign.
Suddenly, Stillborn by Black Label Society hits the speakers and the crowd erupts. There is a shocked gasp from the audience as WOLF emerges from the curtain with a chain in his hand, and on the end of the chain is none other than a member of his wolf pack; “Cancerian.” WOLF and Cancerian wolf howl as they walk to the ring, with MAYHEM looking shocked at the decision to bring the canine to ringside. WOLF chains Cancerian to the ring post without taking his eyes off MAYHEM.
As soon as WOLF enters the ring MAYHEM acts quickly and hits WOLF with the stop sign. He follows up with more shots before grabbing the mic and shoving it in WOLF’s face.
“What do you say, WOLF?!”
There is a brief pause before his reply.
“I say, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”
WOLF nails MAYHEM with a right-hand that sends him stumbling back. WOLF gets to his feet and hits MAYHEM with rights and lefts before whipping him against the ropes; MAYHEM ducks an attempted clothesline, but gets caught on the rebound, which sends him over the top rope.
WOLF is quick to take advantage and heads outside; he picks up MAYHEM and tries to slam his head on the announcer’s table. MAYHEM stops it however and slams WOLF’s head against the table. MAYHEM whips WOLF against the ring and runs at him, only to be lifted up by WOLF and sent into the ropes, rebounding onto the floor. WOLF goes underneath the ring and pulls out a garbage can; he drives the can directly into MAYHEM’s stomach several times. He drops the can and grabs the mic.
“Tell them you quit, Mike!”
“Tell them yourself!”
WOLF goes to hit MAYHEM with the mic, but he rolls out of the way. WOLF pursuits him, but MAYHEM punches WOLF hard in the stomach. As WOLF turns around he picks up the garbage can, he turns back to MAYHEM with the can over his head, ready to strike him, but MAYHEM thinks quickly and hits a Codebreaker to WOLF into the garbage can.
MAYHEM, now encouraged by the high impact move tears apart the announcer’s table. He picks WOLF up and climbs onto the table, he hoists him up looking for the BOMBS OVER MAYHEM, but WOLF slips out and lands on his feet behind him. WOLF grabs MAYHEM under the arms and hits the Full nelson bomb, sending both men crashing through the table, upon seeing this Cancerian begins growling loudly.
With both men down, WOLF crawls towards the microphone and shoves it in MAYHEM’S mouth.
“Say it!”
“NO!”
WOLF and MAYHEM both struggle to their feet and begin exchanging blows on the way up. Once they are both up WOLF attempts to whip MAYHEM into the barricade, but MAYHEM reverses and sends WOLF into the corner of the barriers. He starts wildly stomping mud holes in WOLF, but Cancerian begins growling wildly and bearing his teeth to MAYHEM, he tries to ignore it but he’s distracted for a split second as WOLF low blows MAYHEM and rolls out of the corner.
MAYHEM stumbles towards one side of the ring as WOLF stumbles to the other. WOLF grabs a table from underneath the apron and slides it into the ring; MAYHEM gets a roll of barbed wire and does the same. They meet in the ring and exchange punches before MAYHEM whips him into the corner, he picks up the roll of barbed wire and runs full speed towards WOLF and knocks him down with the barbed wire, busting WOLF’s head open.
MAYHEM picks up the mic and attacks WOLF’s head wound with it before putting the mic to his mouth.
“GOD DAMN IT, SAY THAT YOU QUIT!”
WOLF says nothing; instead he spits a mouthful of blood at MAYHEM. MAYHEM is blinded and stumbles into the corner, WOLF pulls himself up and as MAYHEM turns around he is hit by ANIMAL INSTINCT. Both men are down.
WOLF is first to his feet, but instead of going for the microphone, he sets up the table in the corner of the ring. He spots the roll of barbed wire and begins wrapping it around the table. He picks up MAYHEM and goes to whip him into the table, MAYHEM stops in his tracks, but WOLF runs full speed at MAYHEM, who dives out of the way as WOLF crashes shoulder first into the barbed wire covered table. MAYHEM rolls out of the ring in relief but realises he is at the feet of Cancerian the wolf.
MAYHEM slowly backs away from the wolf, but in the ring WOLF is leaning out of the ropes, as he unchains Cancerian from the ring post, MAYHEM looks mortified as he pleas with WOLF not to let him loose. WOLF unchains Cancerian, but grips the chain tightly as the wolf begins snarling aggressively at MAYHEM. WOLF kicks the microphone outside and shouts at MAYHEM to quit.
MAYHEM picks up the mic.
“Woah woah, come on, don’t let it go!”
WOLF lets the chain slip his grip for a second as Cancerian gets within inches of MAYHEM.
“OKAY OKAY!
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MAYHEM: "I QUIT, I QUIT!”
WOLF pulls Cancerian towards him and ties him back to the post as Stillborn hits the speakers. MAYHEM falls backwards with relief.
WINNER: DANNY WOLF
SINGLES ACTION
KIMBERLY ANDERSON vs TGF
KIM and TFG start things off with a lock up which see's GRAY shove Kim to the mat with ease. GRAY shakes his head as he's not liking the fact he's putting his hands on a female in a physical way. KIM looks up at TOM in shock before she makes her way to her feet. TOM and KIM circle each other before looking to lock up again, and again it's TOM who now muscles KIM back into a neutral corner. The REF asks for the clean break but it's TOM who delivers a knee to the midsection drawing heat from the crowd. TOM bring KIM out towards the middle of the ring before delivering a back breaker! TOM makes the cover.
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TWO
KIM kicks out. TOM picks KIM up off the mat before shooting her into a set of buckles. TOM charges in the corner after KIM where he eats a reverse elbow. KIM quickly gets up to the middle turnbuckle before locking in a front face lock where she peels off a Tornado DDT! KIM quickly executes the cover on Tom.
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TOM kicks out. KIM is the first to her feet where she bounces off the ropes catching GRAY with a Shinning Wizard! KIM makes yet another cover!
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TWO
TOM GRAY KICKS OUT!
KIM reaches her feet once again where she reaches down picking GRAY up off the mat where she hammers him with a forearm smash before taking him back into the ropes. She sends him across the ring, GRAY bounces off the ropes where KIM ducks her head looking for a back body drop! GRAY counters with a vicious Gut Wrench Powerbomb! The crowd boo's GRAY as he looks down at KIM before reaching down and picking her up off the mat where she spins her around before leveling her with the Triple D! TOM GRAY executes the cover with confidence.
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TWO
THREE!!
WINNER: TFG
-PRE-MATCH SEGMENT-
The shot cuts to the back once again, where BOBBY PINZ is wobbling down the hall, clearly inebriated. STEVE SAYORS spots him and quickly approaches.
SAYORS: BOBBY! BOBBY PINZ!
PINZ: Huh? What?
SAYORS: You’re just beginning to make a name for yourself here in the XWF, but you are arguably in for the fight of career tonight, as you go up against MICHAEL KAIRUZ and MiGRaiNe in the first round of the XWF Title tournament! How are..
SAYORS suddenly catches a whiff of BOBBY’s breath.
SAYORS: Um.. BOBBY.. Have you been drinking?
PINZ: EFF YEAH I’VE BEEN DRINKING? WHAT DO YOU THINK?
SAYORS: Aren’t you afraid you’ll be off your game if you’ve had too much to drink?
As the camera turns back to BOBBY, MiGRaiNe can be seen lurking in the shadows behind him. STEVE and BOBBY are unaware that he’s right there behind them.
PINZ: Look, STEVE. I’ve done my best work after a few shots.. And tonight is like every other night. KAIRUZ is nothing, and MiGRaiNe is just a washed up fat guy who thinks he can just wander back in here and be a big deal again.. I could win this match after a case of Jack and rock of crack! Don’t insult me, STEVE.
SAYORS: With all due respect, I tried to speak to MiGRaiNe earlier, and he seems a little.. um.. “off.” I think you may be underestimating his power and his rage for that matter.
PINZ: I’ve learned a lot about life, STEVE. And rule one is that nothing is as it appears. MiGRaiNe may seem angry, and he may seem tough, but once he gets in the ring, it won’t take much to Junkie Drop that big buffoon and pin him 1.. 2.. 3.. If I were worried, I wouldn’t be BOBBY PINZ. See you in the winner’s circle, STEVE.
PINZ turns and walks away, immediately bumping into MiGRaiNe, who was watching him from the shadows the whole time. MiGRaiNe grabs PINZ by the throat and lifts him up into the air, slamming him mercilessly into the concrete floor from 8 feet up!
WHACK!
PINZ is clearly out cold, but MiGRaiNe kneels down behind him anyhow, putting him into a sitting position and grabbing his skull from behind..
MiGRaiNe: FeeL.. mY.. PAIN!!!
MiGRaiNe begins leaning in on PINZ, cutting off his airflow, while also squeezing his skull from both sides. Blood from the fall starts dripping from PINZ’ head, and MiGRaiNe doesn’t care, as he continues to squeeze with all his might.
Officials run in from off screen and try desperately to release the hold as the camera focuses on the blank expression MiGRaiNe’s face!!
Finally, four guys are able to pull PINZ out of the hold, and his body flops to the ground like a rag doll. MiGRaiNe stands up, his hands covered in blood. He cocks his head to the side as he looks over his work. He turns, without a word, and exits the scene, as SAYORS and the crew all start calling for medical assistance for BOBBY PINZ, who is clearly injured legit.
-END OF SEGMENT-
MIGRAINE vs MIKE KAIRUZ
KAIRUZ makes his way to the ring first and awaits the arrival of his opponent, MiGRaiNe. Soon enough, MiGRaiNe is announced and KAIRUZ stares at the entranceway waiting for MiGRaiNe but suddenly out from the crowd behind KAIRUZ is none other than MiGRaiNe! He slides into the ring behind KAIRUZ, rushes toward KAIRUZ and lands a massive fist across the back of KAIRUZ that sends him falling to his knees as MiGRaiNe winds up and cracks KAIRUZ right on the top of his head again and falls down to cover KAIRUZ.
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AND AN EASY THREE!! IT WAS LIKE HE JUST GOT IN THE RING TO SWAT A FLY!!! Many of our newer fans are left blinking their eyes in disbelief while our long-term fans are not quite as surprised but are rather booing for the most part.
WINNER: MIGRAINE
-SEGMENT-
We cut back to the locker room where THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown walking down the hallway, United States Championship over his right shoulder. Coming his way is KIMBERLY ANDERSON. A smile comes across THE TRISTAN SLATER'S face as he stops in the hallway as does KIMBERLY.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Tough break tonight with TOM GREY.
KIMBERLY ANDERSON: Yeah, it's no big deal.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Well, I'm hoping that after I destroy JOHN SPARTAN you're still going to be free to grab a drink later tonight.
KIMBERLY smiles as THE TRISTAN SLATER as she answers.
KIMBERLY ANDERSON: I wouldn't miss it for the world.
THE TRISTAN SLATER takes KIMBERLY by the right hand.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: ... until then...
THE TRISTAN SLATER kisses KIMBERLY on the hand before releasing his grasp. KIMBERLY giggles as THE TRISTAN SLATER walks off camera.
-END OF SEGMENT-
DANNY WOLF vs GENOCIDE vs IAN JOHNSON
The Arena Goes Dark As “Here Come The Pain” by Slayer starts as a Spot Light Appears on the entrance ramp to lead Genocide Out To The Ring as Genocide appears on ramp song start as he hold the Pool cue in The Air as he has a Cigarette hanging from his mouth as he drinking Natty Beer in the left hand as pull Cigarette out from his right hand and drink the beer from his left hand as he drop can on the ground as Genocide slide in under the bottom rope as he flick the cigarette into the camera. He heads to the corner to await his opponents. “Stillborn” by Black Label Society starts to blast the arena. Wolf slowly walks onto the stage through the curtain, he walks to either side of the stage to acknowledge the fans before standing at the centre of the stage, putting his hands on either side of his mouth before wolf howling as loud as he can (as a face the audience will do this with him). He then gets geared up and walks with purpose to the ring, he slides into the ring and heads to the corner, stands on the second rope and howls again to the audience, he does this one more time in the opposite corner and waits for his opponent in the centre of the ring. “Sound of Madness” by Shinedown plays as Ian shows up on the ramp and lets out a primal scream. He walks down to the ring and slides in. Hops up to the top rope and cracks his knuckles. All three competitors are in the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
This match is officially underway! Chaos breaks out in the ring as both DANNY WOLF and IAN JOHNSON start double teaming GENOCIDE. GENOCIDE fights back as best he can but DANNY WOLF and IAN JOHNSON are just too much for him. DANNY WOLF is restraining GENOCIDE from behind with a full nelson submission, locking it in really tight… OH… MY… GOD! IAN JOHNSON hits a superkick on GENOCIDE who is still in a full nelson! GENOCIDE took the full brunt of that kick face first! The people in the upper bowl of the Hershey Arena could hear the force of that impact as DANNY WOLF releases the full nelson and GENOCIDE just drops like a sack of potatoes to the mat. DANNY WOLF and IAN JOHNSON are not content yet though… DANNY WOLF picks up IAN JOHNSON for an atomic drop, but instead he drops IAN JOHNSON who does a guillotine leg drop across the neck of GENOCIDE! GENOCIDE is clearly out cold, unable to defend himself. Both IAN JOHNSON and DANNY WOLF are just laying vicious boots and punches to the unprotected body of GENOCIDE. The referee has seen enough and he calls for a stretcher to come to the ring to get GENOCIDE ‘s carcass out of the ring. Paramedics rush to the ring and start loading up GENOCIDE ‘s body on the stretcher. DANNY WOLF and IAN JOHNSON waste no time and lock up themselves while the paramedics tend to GENOCIDE. DANNY WOLF overpowers IAN JOHNSON and sends him flying back towards the corner.
IAN JOHNSON looks a little unsure but climbs back to his feet. They go to lock up again but IAN JOHNSON uses his speed and quickly steps behind DANNY WOLF. IAN JOHNSON applies a sleeper hold, trying to wear the big man down. He gets it locked in tight. After a few moments though, IAN JOHNSON releases the hold and DANNY WOLF slowly walks towards the corner. The paramedics have GENOCIDE loaded up on the stretcher now and are wheeling him around the ring. IAN JOHNSON runs at DANNY WOLF for a clothesline, but DANNY WOLF with a kick to the gut that stops IAN JOHNSON dead in his tracks. DANNY WOLF grabs GENOCIDE around the midsection and HOLY CRAP! DANNY WOLF HITS AN OVERHEAD RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX ON IAN JOHNSON WHO SAILS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LANDS ON GENOCIDE WHO IS ON A STRETCHER! The crowd is going absolutely bonkers right now! DANNY WOLF seems to smell blood on his pray. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a frogsplash off the top turnbuckle onto IAN JOHNSON, who is in turn laid out on top of GENOCIDE still in a stretcher, essentially making a Wolf and stretcher sandwich with GENOCIDE and IAN JOHNSON as the meat in the middle! The paramedics are screaming at DANNY WOLF and IAN JOHNSON to get the hell out of there and let them do their job. DANNY WOLF just smiles at them as he grabs IAN JOHNSON by his hair and whips him over the steel steps, sending the steps flying. IAN JOHNSON is in a lot of pain after that maneuver. DANNY WOLF calmly walks over to where IAN JOHNSON is on the concrete and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. DANNY WOLF rolls into the ring after him and pulls him to his feet. DANNY WOLF with an irish whip to the ropes, but IAN JOHNSON hits a running dropkick to the ankle of DANNY WOLF, knocking his leg out from under him. DANNY WOLF immediately bites the mat and IAN JOHNSON sees this as an opportunity. IAN JOHNSON with a flurry of quick kicks to the body of DANNY WOLF before DANNY WOLF can realize what hit him. After a moment, IAN JOHNSON lets up and runs to the corner. DANNY WOLF slowly climbs to his feet, favoring his ankle. He turns around and IAN JOHNSON comes off the top turnbuckle with a picture perfect missile dropkick! DANNY WOLF was sent practically half way across the ring and IAN JOHNSON quickly runs over to make a cover.
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Kickout!
IAN JOHNSON pulls DANNY WOLF to his feet and they lock up. IAN JOHNSON with a standing side head lock. He wrenches it in pretty tight. Out of desperation, DANNY WOLF hits a sheer power move and does a belly to back suplex. IAN JOHNSON was not ready for that at all and took that suplex at an awkward angle. DANNY WOLF back to his feet first and is waiting when IAN JOHNSON gets to his feet. DANNY WOLF with a knife edge chop. We get the classic “WOOOOOO!” from the audience for each knife edge chop. IAN JOHNSON ‘s chest is soon beet red and he is breathing heavily, it seems like DANNY WOLF put his weight into those chops and knocked the wind out of him. DANNY WOLF with a swinging neckbreaker on IAN JOHNSON. DANNY WOLF starts stomping a mudhole on IAN JOHNSON much to the delight of the crowd. The ref calls for DANNY WOLF to give him some space to get up. After a few moments, IAN JOHNSON is back onto his feet and they lock up again. This time DANNY WOLF with a standing side head lock. IAN JOHNSON throws him towards the ropes. IAN JOHNSON with a frankensteiner! With amazing speed, IAN JOHNSON back to his feet and starts laying in more vicious kicks to the body of DANNY WOLF. IAN JOHNSON bounces off the ropes and hits a running knee drop on DANNY WOLF. IAN JOHNSON is clearly in control now. He pulls DANNY WOLF to his feet and hits a spinning spinebuster in the center of the ring. IAN JOHNSON with a cover.
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KICKOUT! Pure instinct by DANNY WOLF on that one. IAN JOHNSON quickly applies a crossface chickenwing submission to DANNY WOLF. The ref is asking DANNY WOLF if he wants to submit. DANNY WOLF is screaming “NO!” IAN JOHNSON applies a lot of intensity to the move for a few moments before finally releasing it. DANNY WOLF slumps back down to the mat trying to catch his breath. IAN JOHNSON pulls DANNY WOLF to his feet and spins him around. He puts his heel into the back of DANNY WOLF ‘s knee to hunch him over backwards. IAN JOHNSON applies a high angle dragon sleeper! DANNY WOLF is in serious trouble here! After a moment of letting the blood run from the brain of DANNY WOLF, IAN JOHNSON falls flat to his stomach driving the back of DANNY WOLF ‘s head into the mat! A REVERSE DDT! The crowd is going nuts right now as these two guys are putting on a clinic here! IAN JOHNSON back to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He plays to the crowd for a moment and jumps off for a Swanton… DANNY WOLF puts his knees up and DANNY WOLF TURNS IAN JOHNSON ‘s SWANTON INTO AN AVALANCHE LUNGBLOWER! The crowd is going nuts chanting “XWF XWF” That desperation move seemed to take as much out of DANNY WOLF as it did IAN JOHNSON. After a few moments both wrestlers start to stir and they are slowly coming to. Both are on their knees and they start crawling towards each other. They start having a slugfest while both are on their knees! After a moment, DANNY WOLF slowly gets to his feet and hits a standing dropkick to IAN JOHNSON who was still on his knees, sending him end over end backwards into the corner. IAN JOHNSON is catching his breath and DANNY WOLF runs at him and hits a running boot to the face a la Nick Gage. DANNY WOLF is catching a second wind here and he pulls IAN JOHNSON to his feet. He slugs him in the face twice and spins him around 180 and DANNY WOLF with a text book atomic drop on IAN JOHNSON. DANNY WOLF is not finished though, he follows it up with a running bulldog to IAN JOHNSON. He rolls him over and makes a cover, hooking the leg.
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KICKOUT! The crowd is stunned that IAN JOHNSON was able to kick out after the battle these two are having. DANNY WOLF looks a bit frustrated as he plots his next move. DANNY WOLF pulls IAN JOHNSON to his feet and pushes him towards the corner. He starts slamming him face first into the top turnbuckle getting the crowd to count along with him.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10! After the 10th face to turnbuckle slam IAN JOHNSON spins around and hits the mat face first like a ton of bricks. DANNY WOLF applies a figure four submission to IAN JOHNSON. The ref is asking if he wants to submit and he is screaming NO! IAN JOHNSON is reaching for the ropes… So close… He finally grabs a hold of the bottom rope and the ref calls for a rope break. DANNY WOLF releases the hold and gets to his feet. He pulls IAN JOHNSON to his feet and puts him back first into the corner. DANNY WOLF with a couple of quick kicks to the midsection on IAN JOHNSON. DANNY WOLF with a European uppercut. DANNY WOLF lifts IAN JOHNSON up to the top turnbuckle and sits him there. DANNY WOLF climbs up to the second turnbuckle and sets up for a superplex… IAN JOHNSON blocks. DANNY WOLF tries for the superplex again… IAN JOHNSON blocks again. IAN JOHNSON with a punch to the midsection which causes DANNY WOLF to release the suplex attempt and straighten up. IAN JOHNSON uses his leverage and angle advantage and hits a strong punch right to the forehead which sends DANNY WOLF down to the mat flat on his back. IAN JOHNSON with amazing speed and hits a frogsplash! He hooks the leg for a cover.
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KICKOUT! That was incredibly close! IAN JOHNSON pulls DANNY WOLF to his feet and he hits a bridging german suplex. The ref counts.
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KICKOUT! Frustration has definitely set in now. IAN JOHNSON stands up and walks over to DANNY WOLF ‘s upper body area. DANNY WOLF was playing possum! He grabs IAN JOHNSON ‘s arm and drags him down and DANNY WOLF applies the “Slit Throat” neck scissors submission from out of nowhere! DANNY WOLF is screaming as he wrenches it in. IAN JOHNSON is fighting it as best as he can… He’s got it locked in pretty tight. IAN JOHNSON is losing steam. The ref checks his arm.
He lifts the arm…
It falls…
That’s 1!
He lifts the arm again…
It falls….
That’s 2…
He lifts the arm for a third time….
It falls downward….
But doesn’t touch the mat! IAN JOHNSON is using everything he’s got to fight through it! The crowd erupts in cheers as this match is not over yet! IAN JOHNSON starts wiggling around trying to get a little room to work with. He’s finally able to make to the ropes and the ref calls for a rope break. DANNY WOLF releases the submission and IAN JOHNSON rolls out of the ring to catch a breather and regain his composure. IAN JOHNSON is looking around into the audience trying to figure out his next move. DANNY WOLF from out of fucking nowhere with a suicide dive plancha, with both guys crashing into the steel guard rail, knocking it back about 6 feet. The crowd is going nuts again! Both guys are down on the concrete as this match has been a grueling affair. After a few moments WOLF is up to his feet and he picks IAN JOHNSON up across his shoulder and runs him shoulder first into the ring post, making the most god awful sound of bone on metal reverberate throughout the arena. IAN JOHNSON screams in pain and DANNY WOLF does it again for good measure. With IAN JOHNSON still up hanging over his shoulder, WOLF walks over and drops IAN JOHNSON neck first across the steel guard rail. IAN JOHNSON just slumps over the guard rail.
DANNY WOLF quickly jumps up to the ring apron and hits a diving elbow across the back of IAN JOHNSON who was stretched out over the steel guardrail down to the concrete floor. Hitting the concrete seemed to take more out of DANNY WOLF than it did IAN JOHNSON, however… They both get to their feet about the same time and DANNY WOLF with a kick to the midsection. IAN JOHNSON gets hunched over and is picked up in a powerbomb position. OH GOD!! OH NO!! DANNY WOLF IS GOING TO POWERBOMB IAN JOHNSON ONTO THE STEEL RING STEPS! OH GOD NO!!!! At the very last possible second from out of nowhere, IAN JOHNSON reverses the powerbomb into a frankensteiner and DANNY WOLF gets laid out across the steel steps. IAN JOHNSON can hardly believe his eyes as he sees WOLF just draped across the steel ring steps with his head resting on the concrete, not moving except for his heavy breathing. This can’t be good… IAN JOHNSON has a look in his eye… IAN JOHNSON WITH A RUNNING GUILLOTINE LEGDROP TO DANNY WOLF WHO WAS LAID OUT ACROSS THE STEEL RING STEPS AND THE CONCRETE! DAFUQ??? IAN JOHNSON plays to the crowd for a minute before grabbing DANNY WOLF by his scraggly hair and rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope. DANNY WOLF has taken a lot of damage here. IAN JOHNSON applies an ankle lock onto that same ankle as before. DANNY WOLF is screaming in absolute pain. The ref asks if he wants to submit... WOLF is screaming “NO!” but how long can he withstand the pain? After about a minute, IAN JOHNSON finally releases the hold and makes a cover instead…
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KICKOUT! HOW DID HE DO THAT!?
IAN JOHNSON pulls WOLF to his feet and sets him up for something but suddenly WOLF catches JOHNSON with a knee to the gut and then whips JOHNSON into the ropes...
As JOHNSON bounces off the ropes...
ANIMAL INSTINCT! (i.e. wreckless spear/takedown!) DANNY WOLF just broke him in half with that one folks! He goes for the cover...
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WINNER: DANNY WOLF
-PRE-MATCH SEGMENT-
After "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS enters the ring, he goes to the corner of the ring and asks for a microphone. A member of the crew hands him a microphone.
ERIC LEWIS: WF! Let me hear you!
The fans cheer as ERIC LEWIS climbs to the top rope of the nearest corner, and takes a seat on it.
ERIC LEWIS: Mind if I…take a seat?
The crowd is still cheering as ERIC pulls a piece of paper out of his trunks.
ERIC LEWIS: Once again in my career, my mouth has gotten me in trouble. Apparently, I said something I shouldn't have. I referred to Mr. XWF…
The crowd boos as the mere mention of his name.
ERIC LEWIS: I know, I know. I referred to him as a "vulgar, small dicked retard." Because of that, I have been asked, rather forcefully, to issue an apology.
The crowd boos even louder at this apparent affront.
ERIC LEWIS: I wrote out my apology earlier today, and if you'll indulge me, I'd like to read it.
ERIC LEWIS unfolds the paper. The crowd is still booing, as he clears his throat.
ERIC LEWIS: Earlier this week, I made an inappropriate comment in which I referred to a fellow competitor in the XWF, Mr. XWF, as a, and I quote, "vulgar, small dicked retard." I would like to apologize to the retarded, both mentally and physically, and their families, for comparing Mr. XWF to you in any way shape or form. I apologize for any insult that you may feel by being compared him. My experiences with the retarded and disadvantaged show that not only are they typically smarter than Mr. XWF, they are also nicer, more helpful, and, unlike Mr. XWF, actually benefit society in a positive manner.
The crowd reaction is a little confused, but quickly turning to cheers.
ERIC LEWIS: Most people that are classified as retarded attempt to improve themselves on a daily basis. Mr. XWF does not. He wallows in his ignorance like a pig wallows in its filth. While many retarded people have found a useful place in society, such as working in factories or bagging groceries or working in restaurants, Mr. XWF only serves as an example of what not to do. Very rarely have I ever had a conversation with a mentally challenged person and thought to myself "I've never heard anyone swear this much, does he have Tourette's syndrome?" Mr. XWF on the other hand, I think this every time he opens his mouth.
The crowd is cheering and laughing at this apology.
ERIC LEWIS: Finally, I've never met a mentally challenged person who was so obsessed with their genital size that they felt the need to go on national television to brag about it. Or, more likely, lie about it to make themselves feel better. Mr. XWF, on the other hand, has spent spent so much time talking about his genitals that he displays Obsessive Compulsive traits. I hope that you and your community can accept my sincere apologies in comparing a vulgar, small-dicked ignorant jerk like Mr. XWF to you. For that, I sincerely apologize.
The crowd is roaring with laughter and cheers. Eric hops off of the top turnbuckle.
ERIC LEWIS: Now that we've got the legal stuff out of the way, let's have a match!
ERIC LEWIS hands the microphone back to the crew as he waits for his opponent.
-END OF SEGMENT-
ERIC LEWIS vs GRANYTE
LEWIS AND GRANYTE circle each other in the ring before locking up that see's LEWIS use his size to back GRANYTE back into a set of buckles where a clean break is given. LEWIS backs out to the center of the ring allowing GRANYTE to come out from the corner where another lock up looks to take place which see's GRANYTE snatch a side headlock. LEWIS backs GRANYTE back into the ropes before sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip, GRANYTE bounces off the ropes taking LEWIS down with a running shoulder block. GRANYTE bounces off the ropes, LEWIS rolls to his chest, GRANYTE bounces off the near side, LEWIS springs to his feet where he leap frogs over GRANYTE sending him bouncing off the ropes and into an arm drag by LEWIS! Both men are quickly to their feet with LEWIS charging GRANYTE who takes LEWIS over with a side headlock that forces LEWIS'S shoulders to the mat.
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LEWIS breaks free by snatching a headscissors! GRANYTE counters the head scissor by flipping over LEWIS stacking LEWIS'S shoulders to the mat a second time!
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LEWIS bridges up and counters the pin attempt into a backslide of his own!
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GRANYTE kicks out and both men are quickly back to their feet where GRANYTE looks for a running closeline! LEWIS ducks and it GRANYTE that bounces off the ropes. LEWIS looks for a boot to the midsection which is caught by GRANYTE! But before he can do anything with it it's LEWIS who lands an Enziguri to the head!
He hit that one hard too! GRANYTE's head bounces around in a disturbing manner as he collapses to the group. ERIC LEWIS even seems somewhat hesitant after seeing the way GRANYTE took that kick but none the less he still goes for the cover!
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WINNER: ERIC LEWIS
MR. XWF vs RAYMOND HATCHER
The sounds of "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play. We see RAYMOND HATCHER walk out from behind 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 as HATCHER heads over to his corner and waits for his opponent.. The arena darkens as the lights begin flashing and going nuts as if this was a rave. The fans boo as "Don’t Waste My Time" begins to play and MR. XWF steps out as the flickering and flashing of the lights hit him in a way that makes him look like he is glowing. He tries hyping up the crowd by shouting at them and motioning for them to liven up as he makes his way down toward the ring, but all it does it make them boo him more. He threatens to hit a couple fans along the way and then gets into the ring where he bounces off the ropes and yells things at the fans to get them booing him even louder. Sometimes it sounds like he is cursing at them but it's very hard to tell since he's got a mask on that covers his mouth. It seems that the less the fans can understand of his yelling during his entrance, the louder they will boo him! The referee calls for the bell.
This match is officially underway. RAYMOND HATCHER and MR. XWF look each other up and down, sizing each other up. They lock up… MR. XWF with a side headlock. MR. XWF is yelling to the audience and really talking some trash as he is wrenching the headlock in really tight in on RAYMOND HATCHER. MR. XWF with a running bulldog! MR. XWF right back up to his feet and starts laying the boots to RAYMOND HATCHER down on the mat. The referee gets up in MR. XWF ‘s face and telling him to give RAYMOND HATCHER some space to get up. MR. XWF ignores the orders of the referee, pushes him aside and keeps laying the boots to him to the anger of the fans. After a few moments MR. XWF finally lets up and RAYMOND HATCHER struggles to his feet. MR. XWF is taunting RAYMOND HATCHER now to make a move. They go to lock up but RAYMOND HATCHER with a kick to the midsection! MR. XWF is hunched over and RAYMOND HATCHER hits a wicked knee lift that puts MR. XWF flat on his back on the mat. Now it’s RAYMOND HATCHER ‘s turn to start laying some boots to MR. XWF. After a few moments RAYMOND HATCHER pulls MR. XWF to his feet and whips him to the ropes. RAYMOND HATCHER with a beautiful arm drag. MR. XWF right back up to his feet and they lock up again. This time MR. XWF sends RAYMOND HATCHER to the ropes and MR. XWF with a short arm clothesline that would make Stan Hansen cringe! RAYMOND HATCHER took a nasty hit there. MR. XWF pulls RAYMOND HATCHER to his feet and starts headbutting RAYMOND HATCHER repeatedly! After about a dozen headbutts MR. XWF steps back and RAYMOND HATCHER staggers around for a minute before falling flat on his face. MR. XWF covers him.
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Kickout!
MR. XWF pulls RAYMOND HATCHER to his feet and uses his brute strength and lifts him up for a hanging vertical suplex. RAYMOND HATCHER reverses and hits a spike DDT, dropping MR. XWF right on his masked head! The crowd is chanting “XWF XWF” now as RAYMOND HATCHER seems to be getting a second wind. RAYMOND HATCHER pulls MR. XWF to his feet and hits a DEVESTATING Regalplex, dropping MR. XWF on the back of his head this time. RAYMOND HATCHER makes a cover.
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MR. XWF with a foot on the bottom rope! The referee calls for the rope break. RAYMOND HATCHER argues with the ref for a moment before turning his attention back to MR. XWF. RAYMOND HATCHER pulls MR. XWF to his feet and MR. XWF with a gouge to the eyes! Cheap shot!! RAYMOND HATCHER staggers back and MR. XWF with a ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! MR. XWF stands over RAYMOND HATCHER looking down with we can only guess is contempt. MR. XWF heads to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. MR. XWF with a flying elbow drop! The crowd in Hershey popped at that and start a “Thank You Macho” chant. MR. XWF apparently doesn’t like that and starts yelling and talking trash to the audience to show him the respect. MR. XWF is wasting a lot of time on the crowd, he doesn’t see RAYMOND HATCHER slowly climbing to his knees. He crawls behind MR. XWF and hits a roll up pin.
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Kickout!
That was incredibly close! MR. XWF seems more annoyed than anything as they are both on their feet now and are exchanging right hands to the face. RAYMOND HATCHER seems to get the upper hand and nails a spinning discus punch that puts MR. XWF flat on his back. RAYMOND HATCHER applies a single leg crab to MR. XWF. The ref is asking MR. XWF if he wants to submit and MR. XWF is screaming FUCK NO MOTHERFUCKER in classic MR. XWF form. RAYMOND HATCHER wrenches it in really tight and MR. XWF is screaming but is determined to not give in. RAYMOND HATCHER is starting to clearly get frustrated now as he releases the hold and mounts MR. XWF and starts laying the fists to him. After a few moments, MR. XWF is able to push RAYMOND HATCHER off of him and is now mounted on top of RAYMOND HATCHER laying fists to his forehead! RAYMOND HATCHER has been busted open! WE HAVE BLOOD! MR. XWF uses his speed and flips around and applies the Horns of Aries arm submission on RAYMOND HATCHER. The ref is asking RAYMOND HATCHER if he wants to submit and RAYMOND HATCHER is screaming no. After a few moments, MR. XWF releases the hold and hits a standing leg drop across the throat of RAYMOND HATCHER. MR. XWF right back to his feet and runs against the ropes. MR. XWF with a diving headbutt to RAYMOND HATCHER ‘s bloody forehead! RAYMOND HATCHER rolls towards the ropes and crawls towards the corner. RAYMOND HATCHER uses the corner turnbuckles to get to his feet. MR. XWF rushes into the corner with a clothesline but at the very last possible second RAYMOND HATCHER hits a drop toe hold which causes MR. XWF to hit very awkwardly on the top turnbuckle. RAYMOND HATCHER seems to be coming back to life here as he spins MR. XWF around. IMPROVEMENT PLEX! He makes the bridge cover.
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KICKOUT!!!! RAYMOND HATCHER can’t believe it and neither can the fans!!!!
These two superstars are giving us one hell of a show tonight in Hershey, Pennsylvania! Frustration has set in for both men at this point. RAYMOND HATCHER pulls MR. XWF to his feet and hits a gutwrench powerbomb. MR. XWF wisely rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. MR. XWF slowly climbs to his feet as RAYMOND HATCHER steps out to the edge of the ring. Diving clothesline by RAYMOND HATCHER… MR. XWF WAS PLAYING POSSUM! MR. XWF catches RAYMOND HATCHER on the way down and locks in a Crippler Crossface! He is screaming “TAP MOTHERFUCKING BITCH TAP!” but the referee is not checking for submissions since they are outside of the ring! He is giving them a ten count to bring it back into the ring. After the count of 7, MR. XWF finally releases the hold and pulls RAYMOND HATCHER to his feet. He rolls him under the bottom rope and follows him in. MR. XWF with a couple more headbutts for good measure. MR. XWF pulls RAYMOND HATCHER to his feet and an irish whip to the ropes. MR. XWF puts his head down looking for a back body drop… RAYMOND HATCHER dives over MR. XWF and hits a sunset flip powerbomb into a pin.
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MR. XWF worms out of it and rolls up, reversing the pin attempt on RAYMOND HATCHER!
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KICKOUT!
MR. XWF cannot believe that RAYMOND HATCHER was able to get out of that. They both roll to their feet and are now standing face to face in a staredown! They both start exchanging punches again and this time MR. XWF gets the upper hand! MR. XWF knees HATCHER in the gut and then hooks him for a BRAINBUSTER!
BUT HATCHER REVERSES IT! HATCHER hits the Brainbuster on MR. XWF out of nowhere!
He goes for the cover...
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WINNER: RAYMOND HATCHER
JOSE CHAVEZ vs SCOTT YOUNG
This match is a first round match in the XWF Tourney and it’s for one fall. Introducing first The FORMER Savior of XWF and a current member of Homicide Jose Chavez. (Crowd boos) and his opponent from Houston, TX Scott “The Texan” Young. Houston by Slim Thug plays as Young runs down to the ring as the bell sounds.
Young and Chavez have a stare down in the middle of the ring. Young extends his hand to Chavez but Chavez gives Young a slap to the face and Young responds with a right hand. Chavez gets back up and the two lock up with Chavez getting the better of Young and puts him into a headlock followed by a running bulldog. Chavez starts to show off to the crowd then jumps off the ropes and hits Young with a baseball slide right to the mouth. Chavez goes to the top rope and hits Young with a dropkick that sends Young out to the ring. Chavez seeing that Young is dazed jumps off the ropes and flies over them landing right on Young. Chavez gets up and starts to mock Young and picks him up and throws him back into the ring. Chavez goes up top but this time is met with a dropkick from Young. Young picks up Chavez and delivers a German Suplex right on top of Chavez’ head. Young is pumped up now as he delivers a running close line. Young goes for the pin.
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Kick Out by Chavez. Young isn’t going to win this match this easy. Young goes for the Texas Hook but Chavez reverses it with DDT. Chavez puts Young in Capital Punishment. Young is screaming in pain as he reaches for the ropes. Young is fading quickly as he is in so much pain. The ref asks if Young wants to quit and Young screams no. He goes for the rope but Chavez gets up and pulls Young back to the middle of the ring and locks in Capital Punishment one more time. The ref can see Young’s eyes rolling in the back of his head. He picks up Young’s arm.
And it falls!
He lifts his arm again...
It falls a second time!
The ref goes for the 3rd drop...
But Young rolls to his back and puts Chavez in a pin!
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Chavez realizing that his shoulders are down lets go off the hold in frustration. Chavez goes back up top to try to hit a hurricurna but Young catches him in mid arm and delivers a power bomb that shakes the ring. Young picks up Chavez and hits him with The Texan Slam Chavez is knocked out cold.
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The lights go out as the fans scream the lights quickly come back up and Young is knocked out Cold as is the ref with Homicide written all over Young’s chest. Chavez goes for the pin but realizes that the ref is knocked out cold he tries to wake him up as another ref rushes down to the ring Chavez covers Young…No not like this!!!
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Young kicks out. Young kicks out. Chavez screams in anger. Chavez goes to pick up Young but Young pushes Chavez back and hits him with a right then a left Young goes for the Texan Slam once again but its reversed as Chavez hits Fury and then locks Young back into Capital Punishment for the 3rd time. I don’t think Young will be able to get out of this one. Young gets to his feet with Chavez still holding on tightly and delivers a backdrop. Young goes for the Texan Slam but Chavez reverses it and tries to deliver a belly-to-belly suplex but Young reverses and hits Chavez with a DDT Young picks up Chavez and delivers the Texan Slam. Young goes to the top rope and signals to the sky and jumps off the top rope and tries to deliver The Houston Shooting Star but is caught with knees to the midsection!
Chavez picks up Young but Young reverses it to a backslide.
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Kick Out! Chavez slides out of the ring and grabs the ring bell and brings it in the ref grabs it out of Chavez hand but while the ref is getting rid of the ring bell and not looking...
LOW BLOW TO SCOTT YOUNG!
THE FURY! (i.e. Canadian Destroyer!)
The ref turns just back to the action just in time to see the cover...
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THREE!
WINNER: JOSE CHAVEZ
ARSENIC vs PETER GILMOUR
The crowd roars at the sound of the bell as Round One action continues with PETER GILMOUR and ARSENIC. Each man locks up center ring with GILMOUR using his size and strength to back ARSENIC back into a neutral corner. The referee begins to lay the count to GILMOUR. It's GILMOUR who looks for a cheep right hand as he breaks yet ARSENIC see's it coming and ducks out of the way while reversing the position which now see's GILMOUR in the corner where ARSENIC lays in several right hands to the chest of GILMOUR before rocking the jaw of GILMOUR with a vicious right hand to a huge pop from the crowd. ARSENIC attempts an Irish Whip across the ring, GILMOUR reverses the attempt which sends ARSENIC bounces off the buckles and into a huge boot to the face by GILMOUR which sends ARSENIC to the mat before dropping a elbow across the chest of ARSENIC! GILMOUR makes the cover!
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ARSENIC kicks out. GILMOUR is the first to his feet where he picks ARSENIC up off the mat before tossing him out to the floor through the ropes. The crowd boo's as GILMOUR rolls out to the floor where he picks ARSENIC up. He scoops him up over his shoulder before looking to drive ARSENIC into the ring post! ARSENIC manages to slide down the back of GILMOUR before shoving him forward into the ring post! The crowd responds with an ovation for ARSENIC as he picks GILMOUR up before delivering an Over Head Release Belly to Belly Suplex on the floor! ARSENIC rolls into the ring breaking the count before rolling back out to the floor where he begins to put the boots to GILMOUR before reaching down picking him up before slamming GILMOUR face first into the steel ring steps before throwing him back into the ring. ARSENIC climbs up on the ring apron when suddenly the crowd roars with BOO'S as WE ARE DAWN are shown walking out to the top of the ramp which garners the attention of ARSENIC long enough for GILMOUR to get to his feet and knock ARSENIC off the ring apron and into the security railing with a running closeline to loud boo's from the crowd.
WE ARE DAWN make their way down to the ring as GILMOUR is shown distracting the referee! The crowd suddenly roars as DANNY WOLF and THE TRISTAN SLATER shoot out from the locker room area! They sprint past WE ARE DAWN separating WE ARE DAWN from ARSENIC. GILMOUR shoves the referee aside before hopping out to the floor followed by the referee who stands between GILMOUR, THE TRISTAN SLATER and DANNY WOLF. GILMOUR picks ARSENIC up off the floor before throwing him back into the ring. GILMOUR rolls into the ring after ARSENIC where he picks him up off the mat. THE TRISTAN SLATER and DANNY WOLF stay at ringside as does WE ARE DAWN. In the ring GILMOUR picks ARSENIC up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. GILMOUR sends ARSENIC across the ring with an Irish Whip. ARSENIC bounces off the ropes and is driven into the mat with a BLACK HOLE SLAM! GILMOUR makes the cover!
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ARSENIC kicks out!
THE TRISTAN SLATER and DANNY WOLF start pounding on the mat getting the crowd to rally behind ARSENIC which works perfectly. GILMOUR gets back to a vertical base where he picks ARSENIC up off the mat before throwing him into a set of buckles. GILMOUR charges towards ARSENIC looking for a running closeline into the corner but it's ARSENIC who manages to land a reverse elbow to the jaw of GILMOUR which staggers GILMOUR back towards the center of the ring. ARSENIC comes out of the corner where GILMOUR swings with a wild right hand, ARSENIC ducks out of the way before driving GILMOUR into the mat with a thunderous Full Nelson Slam! ARSENIC drops down on top of GILMOUR with the cover.
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GILMOUR kicks out before the three count! The crowd rallies behind ARSENIC as WE ARE DAWN begin to pace back and forth on the floor with DANNY WOLF and THE TRISTAN SLATER keeping a watchful eye on the duo. In the ring ARSENIC reaches his feet where he picks GILMOUR up off the mat before delivering a hard right hand that staggers GILMOUR backwards ARSENIC comes forward where he twists the right arm of before delivering a shot armed closeline! The crowd roars as ARSENIC reaches down picking GILMOUR up off the mat where he manages to deliver Torture Rack Submission into a modified Death Valley Driver! ARSENIC covers GILMOUR!
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THREE!
WINNER: ARSENIC
KRAVEN vs JACKSON
ERIC JACKSON is already standing in the ring when "Burn It Down" by Linkin Park blares over the sound system. The arena goes dark and a spotlight hits the entrance ramp. KRAVEN walks out from the back dressed in a sleeveless, hooded black robe. He proceeds down the ramp towards the ring. He walks up the steps, and climbs in over the top rope. He takes his robe off and throws it carelessly into the crowd. The arena lights come back on.
With the sound of the opening bell, KRAVEN charges JACKSON and hits him with a running power clothesline! KRAVEN picks JACKSON up, and hits him with a thundering uppercut! JACKSON staggers back and bounces off the ropes right into a big boot to the face! JACKSON hits the mat hard! KRAVEN looks out to the crowd and flips them off! The fans start chanting:
KRA-VEN SUCKS!!
KRA-VEN SUCKS!!
KRA-VEN SUCKS!!
Ignoring the fans, KRAVEN drops down and puts JACKSON into the "Gas Chamber". (rear naked choke) JACKSON struggles, kicking and squirming. KRAVEN cinches the move in even tighter. JACKSON manages to reach the bottom rope with his boot. The referee taps on KRAVEN`s shoulder, signaling him to release the hold. KRAVEN obliges, but stands up and shoves the ref! The ref shoves KRAVEN back, grabs his own shirt pointing to it, shouting that he`s the ref and can`t be touched or he will disqualify KRAVEN.
KRAVEN looks down at JACKSON and starts to repeatedly stomp him in the head! JACKSON tries to cover his head to defend himself to no avail. KRAVEN keeps stomping him!
KRAVEN looks out to the crowd, and gives a "cut throat" sign! A chorus of boos fill the arena! KRAVEN picks JACKSON up into a fireman`s carry, and flips the fans off once more before delivering "LIGHTS OUT" (fireman`s carry into a diamond cutter). KRAVEN picks up the prone body of JACKSON and delivers another "LIGHTS OUT" just for good measure!
KRAVEN covers JACKSON for the pin. 1...2...3!!! And this match is mercifully over.
WINNER: KRAVEN
But suddenly...
The lights in the arena go out. When they come back on, we see RED DAWN and BLACK DAWN standing in the ring! KRAVEN grabs the referee by the throat, and chokeslams him over the top rope, to the floor below. He turns his attention back to DAWN. RED DAWN tosses KRAVEN a lead pipe. Both members of DAWN hoist JACKSON to his feet. There is a sickening WHACK heard as KRAVEN blasts JACKSON in the head with the lead pipe! Blood is pouring fron the freshly opened wound! DAWN struggles under the dead weight of JACKSON, but they manage to keep him upright! KRAVEN hits JACKSON with a massive big boot, sending him to the mat. All three members of "Homicide" jump down to the floor and look under the ring at once. DAWN pulls out a table and slides it in the ring! KRAVEN drops the lead pipe and brings out a chair wrapped in barbed wire! All three members climb back in at once. DAWN sets up the table while KRAVEN repeatedly hits JACKSON in the back with the barbed wire steel chair. JACKSON is bleeding profusely from his head and back, staining the ring with his blood! KRAVEN sets the barbed wire chair on top of the table. BLACK DAWN tosses KRAVEN a bottle of lighter fluid which he uses to douse the table and chair. RED DAWN hands KRAVEN a lighter. He uses it to set the table\chair combo ablaze!!! The fans are booing like crazy. A very faint chant of:
WE WANT SLA-TER!!
WE WANT SLA-TER!!
can be heard coming from some fans!
KRAVEN picks JACKSON up and POWERBOMBS him through the table\chair combo!!!
Ringside assistants immediately converge with fire extinguishers, but it`s too late. The damage is done.
MR XWF comes running down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring. He can be heard shouting that they forgot something. He grabs the unconcious body of JACKSON and says:
ROCK BOTTOM!!! ROCK BOTTOM!!!
ROCK BOTTOM!!! ROCK BOTTOM!!!
as he delivers a ROCK BOTTOM onto the charred remains of the table and chair!
MR XWF hands KRAVEN a can of white spray paint, and he outlines the body of JACKSON as EMTs make their way to the ring to carry him out on a stretcher.
THE TRISTAN SLATER vs RAIKENZA GRAPHITTI vs JOHN SPARTAN
Stolen US TITLE is "on the line"
We return to the ring with RAIKENZA GRAPHITTI and JOHN SPARTAN are already in the ring when SPARTAN attacks GRAPHITTI from behind before delivering ANARCHY IN THE US! SPARTAN quickly covers GRAPHITTI!
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TWO
THREE!
The crowd comes alive at the sounds "Not Again" by Staind as it hits the speakers. SPARTAN reaches his feet where his attention is drawn towards the top of the ramp in anticipation of the arrival of THE United States Champion, THE TRISTAN SLATER. There's commotion coming from the crowd! Camera's spot THE TRISTAN SLATER jumping the security railing! THE TRISTAN SLATER slides into the ring where he unstraps the U.S. Championship before shoving it in the referee's chest! SPARTAN is completely oblivious to THE TRISTAN SLATER! Slowly SPARTAN begins to turn around where he's met with a double leg take down by SLATER who quickly mounts SPARTAN before hammering away with piston like right hands to the face of JOHN SPARTAN to a roar from the crowd!
THE TRISTAN SLATER is all over SPARTAN! He continues to hammer down in the face of SPARTAN before finally getting to his feet where he picks SPARTAN up by the beard! The crowd laughs as SLATER holds on tight to the beard of JOHN SPARTAN with his left hand before drilling him with a right hand! SLATER still with a hold of SPARTAN'S beard laces him with an open hand chop across the chest before nailing another right hand to the face! THE TRISTAN SLATER sends SPARTAN over the top rope and out to the floor! The crowd cheers loudly as THE TRISTAN SLATER rolls out to the floor after SPARTAN.
SLATER reaches down picking SPARTAN up by the hair looking to further take advantage only to receive a rake across the eyes by SPARTAN to loud boo's from the crowd. SPARTAN quickly takes over by leveling SLATER with a running boot to the face which sends SLATER crashing to the floor. SPARTAN takes several seconds to compose himself before coming towards SLATER where he begins putting the boots to him to loud boo's from the crowd. SPARTAN picks SLATER up off the floor before delivering a Side Russian Leg Sweep into the security railing! SPARTAN picks SLATER up off the floor before throwing him back into the ring. SPARTAN slides into the ring after SLATER where he quickly executes a cover.
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TWO
SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a huge pop from the crowd which is quickly translated into boo's as SPARTAN begins to choke SLATER right in front of the referee. The referee puts the count to SPARTAN who releases the choke at the 4 count before reaching his feet where he picks SLATER up off the mat before shooting him into a set of buckles! SPARTAN charges in after SLATER leveling the United States Champion with a stiff clothesline into the buckles. SLATER staggers out from the corner where he's met with a Side Walk Slam by SPARTAN who again executes the cover on SLATER!
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TWO
SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat before the three count to another pop from the crowd. SPARTAN shouts several curse words towards the referee as he reaches a vertical base before picking SLATER up off the mat where he rocks him with a right hand that sends SLATER into the ropes. SPARTAN fires SLATER across the ring, SLATER manages to Springboard off the Middle Rope where he's able to catch SPARTAN with a Springboard DDT from out of nowhere!
The crowd explodes as both SPARTAN and SLATER are laid out in the center of the ring where the referee is forced to start counting both men out.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
"SIX"
"SEVEN"
Both SLATER and SPARTAN begin to work there way to their feet
"EIGHT"
"NINE"
Each man stands to a vertical base with SPARTAN swinging with a right hand... it's blocked by SLATER and countered with a right hand of his own that rocks SPARTAN back several feet before comes forward with another right hand attempt which is blocked again by SLATER who then delivers a knee to the midsection of SPARTAN which doubles him over! SLATER locks in a front face lock before snitching in the right leg of SPARTAN where he hoists him up in the air before driving him violently into the mat with a Hangman's DDT! SLATER quickly executes the cover hooking the closest leg!
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TWO
SPARTAN kicks out to a gasp from the crowd. SLATER works his way back to his feet where he picks up SPARTAN by the Jewfro before leveling him with a European Uppercut which sends SPARTAN back down to the mat. SPARTAN rolls out to the floor once again. SLATER drops down to the mat before rolling out to the floor once again. SLATER picks SPARTAN up off the mat where he delivers a T-Bone Suplex!
WAIT!!!
The crowd roars with boo's as the camera focuses in on...
MICHAEL MAYHAM!!!
He sprints out from the back and towards the ring! MAYHAM jumps up on the ring apron distracting the referee!
IT'S A SETUP!
MR. XWF jumps the security barrier!
MR. XWF comes up behind SLATER where he spins him around! ROCK BOTTOM, ROCK BOTTOM, ROCK BOTTOM! The fans are booing like mad right now as MR. XWF taunts them for a second and yells various obscenities at them.
After that, MR. XWF quickly picks THE TRISTAN SLATER off the ground before delivering a second ROCK BOTTOM, ROCK BOTTOM, ROCK BOTTOM!!! MR. XWF picks THE TRISTAN SLATER up off the mat before throwing him back into the ring before jumping back over the security railing and exiting through the crowd as MICHAEL MAYHAM drops down to the floor remaining at ringside! Suddenly the crowd roars as ARSENIC shoots out from the locker room arena and blasts MAYHAM with a violent chair shot across the head! ARSENIC spits down on top of the fallen MAYHAM!! Meanwhile JOHN SPARTAN is shown rolling back into the ring where he's able to crawl over and cover THE TRISTAN SLATER!
BUT IT DOES NOT MATTER! The referee is still focused on MAYHEM and ARSENIC as he yells at them to go backstage but instead ARSENIC CRACKS MAYHEM AGAIN WITH THAT CHAIR! AND AGAIN! ARSENIC will not stop beating the hell out of MAYHEM with that chair!
The fans are in an uproar and JOHN SPARTAN has had SLATER covered for quite some time now when he finally looks over to see the referee yelling at ARSENIC and MAYHEM. SPARTAN gets up angrily and grabs the referee to spin him around and yell in his face to pay attention. The referee and SPARTAN exchange several words before SPARTAN goes back over to SLATER and this time the referee actually counts!
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TWO
The roof EXPLODES as THE TRISTAN SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat at the very final second before the referee's hand slaps the mat a third time! A massive "SLATER, SLATER, SLATER" chant begins to echo throughout the building as JOHN SPARTAN slowly pushes his way to his feet with such a look of rage in his eyes that he could possibly kill someone at this point! HE HAD SLATER BEAT BUT THE REFEREE TOOK TOO DAMN LONG TO COUNT! He shouts at the ref and pleads his case as the ref argues back that he can only call what he sees.
JOHN SPARTAN pushes the referee and demands that he pay attention this time as SPARTAN reaches down, picking SLATER up off the mat before taking him by the throat! SPARTAN hoists SLATER up in the air before delivering a Sit Out Chokeslam! SPARTAN says that's it! He makes the cover hooking the closest leg of SLATER!
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TWO
THREE!!!
IT'S OVER! JOHN SPARTAN HAS COMPLETELY STOLEN THIS ONE!
ARSENIC at ringside cannot believe his eyes. They're actually popping out of his head and his jaw has hit the floor!
A MASSIVE wave of boos fills the arena but then ARSENIC decides to take matters into his own hands. He grabs the steel chair and suddenly slides into the ring to catch the unsuspecting SPARTAN right across the face!
CRACK!
He brings the chair high over his head and lands another shot! And another! AND YET ANOTHER! The fans are going wild! ARSENIC is cracking SPARTAN anywhere and everywhere with that chair as SPARTAN rolls on the canvas trying to defend himself but as he weakens he eventually stops moving. ARSENIC tosses the chair down onto the canvas and pulls SPARTAN up in order to deliver a nasty looking powerbomb into the steel chair! THE FANS LOVE IT!
Meanwhile SLATER is shown reaching one knee and he is in total disbelief! It's difficult to tell if he's more angry or shocked at this turn of events as he remains on one knee and just stares at SPARTAN's fallen body in the middle of the ring.
Suddenly from the back... who is running out? Is it a HOMICIDE member???
Not this time!
IT'S SHANE CARVER!
CARVER: Ring it! Ring that bell again! This match restarts NOW! Do it! Do it!
The moment SLATER hears that he springs into action, pulling SPARTAN right up and into a boot to the midsection followed by a FLIP PILEDRIVER! The crowd roars as SLATER executes the cover hooking the closest leg!
SHANE CARVER slides into the ring and shoves the incompetent referee out of the way so he can make the count himself and BY GOD does he make a thunderous count as the fans roar their approval...
123! OH MY GOD! It's over! That had to be the fastest count in XWF history AND THE FANS ARE ABSOLUTELY LOVING IT! HOMICIDE has gotten a taste of their own dirty medicine here tonight and SHANE CARVER looks really proud of himself as he walks right back out of the ring and toward the back with a huge smile on his face. Does this mean the "good guys" are even better at playing dirty than the so-called "bad guys" are? What a moment!
THE REAL WINNER: THE TRISTAN SLATER
PSICO vs AALIYAH MONROE
Am I A Psycho by Tech N9ne begins to blare over the PA system as PSICO emerges from the backstage area with the XWF X-treme Title strapped around his waist and one of the XWF Tag Titles drapped over his shoulders. He gets a mixed reaction as he stops at the top of the ramp holding his hands in the air as pyrotechnics explode behind him. PSICO then walks down to ringside and grabs a mic before sliding into the ring. PSICO now looks out into the crowd then hands both of his titles to the referee for safe keeping. Finally the music stops and PSICO raises the mic to his mouth.
Psico: Usually the champion is introduced second but I requested to come out here first because I had something I wanted to say. In a few moments AALIYAH MONROE is going to strut down here shaking her ta tas and you’re all going to cheer because lets face it, who doesn’t love a good set of fun bags? Even though you’ll shower her with cheers, deep down each and every one of you already know that I’m going to retain my XWF X-treme Title here tonight. Now that means next week I’ll be taking on SCOTT “THE TEXAN” YOUNG for my XWF X-treme Title, a man who also has a zero percent chance of beating me. The only problem is SCOTT is in a much, much worse situation than AALIYAH is this week because that misguided fool has left the type of match we compete in up to me. Oh SCOTT, you really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into do you? You’re going to let me pick how I want to dismantle you? Um okay, I guess it just goes to show you that cowboys aren’t that bright. Luckily for you I’m a nice guy, a very nice guy in fact so I’m going to give you a get out of jail free card. I could capitalize on you making the worst mistake of your career and pick a match that favors me but that just isn’t my style. No, I’d rather pick a match that favors you SCOTT but what kind of match could is that? Wait a minute, you’re a big ornery Texan right? Spend all your free time roping cattle, riding bulls, and all that sh!t right? Well then you my friend are in luck because our match next week should be right up your alley. That’s right SCOTT, next week our match will be a TEXAS BULLROPE MATCH!
The crowd pops.
Psico: Well it seems as though the fans like it and I’m sure you’re going to feel the same way until the time comes when the two of us step into the ring and you realize that nothing on this planet will help you overcome the skill advantage that I have over you. I’ve got all week next week to verbally destroy you though, tonight I came here to punch b!tches! So AALIYAH, get out here b!tch!
Trouble by Bei Maejor and J.Cole now echoes throughout the arena and the fans cheer as AALIYAH MONROE steps through the curtain looking none to pleased about what PSICO just said. She breaks into a full on sprint and slides into the ring which perhaps wasn’t the brightest idea. As soon as AALIYAH slides into the ring PSICO greets her with AMNESIA! (aka A KICK TO THE F’N HEAD) The fans all let out a collective “OH” after hearing PSICO’S boot slam into AALIYAH MONROE’S skull. The referee quickly calls for the bell and PSICO tries to end this match quickly by dropping down on top of AALIYAH for the pin.
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KICKOUT!
Despite being in what most people would call a slump, AALIYAH MONROE proves that she’s still got a lot of fight left in her and won’t be disposed of that easily! PSICO now stands and tries to pull AALIYAH to her feet but is greeted with a low blow instead! MONROE quickly capitalizes on the situation by driving PSICO’S head into the mat with a DDT. AALIYAH jumps back to her feet and waits for PSICO to stand up but he rolls out of the ring to try to break up AALIYAH’S momentum. AALIYAH runs towards him and slides under the bottom rope looking to connect with a baseball slide AND SHE DOES! PSICO is down on the outside with AALIYAH standing over him, she tries to pull him to his feet and… CRACK! PSICO yanks on her arm sending her crashing into the steel ring steps. PSICO quickly rolls AALIYAH into the ring and and climbs the top rope HYSTERIA! NO! AALIYAH moves out of the way at the last possible second and she jumps on top of PSICO looks for the pin!
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KICKOUT!
AALIYAH stomps on PSICO a couple of times before pulling him to his feet and irish whipping him into the ropes. PSICO bounces off the ropes and comes flying back towards AALIYAH right into a beautifully done huricanrana. AALIYAH wastes no time pulling PSICO back to his feet and shooting him into the ropes once again. Just like before PSICO bounces off the ropes and runs right into another hurican-POWERBOMB! AALIYAH MONROE was looking for a second huricanrana but got greeted with a vicious powerbomb instead! It takes PSICO a moment to collect himself but as soon as he does he PSICO picks AALIYAH up and sits her on the top turnbuckle. Whatever he has planned isn’t going to be pretty. PSICO climbs up on the top turnbuckle with AALIYAH; it looks like he’s going for a superplex, NO! ALLIYAH counters and sends PSICO tumbling to the mat. AALIYAH now leaps off the top rope looking for a frog splash and she hits it… RIGHT ONTO PSICO’S KNEES! Both AALIYAH MONROE and PSICO are down! PSICO begins moving first and starts using the ropes to pull himself to his feet, OH NO, A FAN JUMPS THE BARRICADE WITH A STEEL CHAIR IN HIS HANDS! Wait a second that’s no fan, IT’S PETER GILMOUR! GILMOUR jumps up on the apron with the chair in his hands and swings for the fences, PSICO sees the chair shot coming and ducks. CRACK! Even with PSICO ducking PETER GILMOUR connects with a vicious chair shot…….On AALIYAH MONROE who was trying to sneak up behind PSICO, she’s down and out. CRACK! As GILMOUR tries to grasp what just happened PSICO leaps up and dropkicks the chair back into GILMOUR’S face. The chair ricochets off GILMOUR’S skull landing in the ring while GILMOUR flies off the ring apron landing hard on the floor below. PSICO doesn’t even hesitate as he grabs the chair then gets a running start and bounces off the ropes on the far side. PSICO comes sprinting back across the ring chair in hand and springboards off the top rope. He puts the chair underneath him, AND COMES CRASHING DOWN ON GILMOUR WITH A MEXICAN FACEBUSTER! (Aka Arabian Facebuster, aka leg drop + chair = no bueno) PSICO rolls around clutching his ass and lower back area while GILMOUR lays motionless. The fans at ringside take this opportunity to show their appreciation with a chant known throughout all of Pennsylvania.
“HOLY SH!T, HOLY SH!T, HOLY SH!T, HOLY SH!T!”
After a few moments PSICO stands up and looks down at GILMOUR before walking right past him and grabing two chairs from ringside. PSICO throws both chairs into the ring and slides back in, he takes a moment to look over the motionless AALIYAH MONROE who is still down from the vicious chair shot she received from PETER GILMOUR. PSICO sets up both of the chairs facing each other in the seated position, nothing good is going to come of this. PSICO scoops up AALIYAH MONROE and drapes her over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and then makes a throat slash motion and… and… THE LIGHTS GO OUT?!?!?!?
The arena is thrust into darkness; we hear a commotion going on inside the ring but its pitch black. After a few moments of darkness which allows the drunken fans to feel up any hot women sitting around them, the lights come back on to reveal…. PSICO PAYASO! THE FANS ERUPT AFTER SEEING THAT PSICO PAYASO IS BACK! PSICO PAYASO stands at the top of the ramp holding up AALIYAH MONROE who is barely able to stand on her own. Inside the ring stands PSICO who stares at the two of them at the top of the ramp in utter confusion. PSICO PAYASO simply points directly at PSICO before turning and helping AALIYAH MONROE into the backstage area leaving PSICO standing alone inside the ring.
