Color Key for wrestler names in match headers: heels/faces/tweeners Note: This allows you to know who is a face, heel, or tweener in every match
-July 14th, 2012
Live from the Birmingham Jefferson Civic Center - Birmingham, Alabama!
The opening fireworks display comes to a close as the fans roar their approval that Saturday Impact is starting right on time, like always! Fans are almost falling over the barricade as they scream at the camera and try to get on television as we pan through the crowd.
Suddenly, the lights go black but quickly fade into a dark green. "Greed" by Godsmack blasts across the sound system. TAX appears at the entrance-way with his head down, seething. A shower of tacks falls on him. He steps forward to the edge of the ramp, and a bevy of fire engulf the entrance. As it cools down, TAX makes a straightforward walk to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.
Apparently, the rumors were true. TAX, once a great BMW superstar, was here. Here in the XWF.
TAX motioned for a microphone, and a helpful young fellow at ringside provided him with one. He stood in the middle of the ring, a mixture of cheers and boos cascading from the Birmingham crowd.
TAX: Here I am, Birmingham!
An eruption of cheers echoes across the arena at the mention of these fans' hometown.
TAX: You know, this moment has been seven years in the making. I almost didn't make it here, and yet, here I am. I fought through a lot of demons to get here. A lot. But that's all the more reason for me to be here, right? Okay, okay, I'm not going to waste your time. Let me get right down to business. TRISTAN SLATER.
Boos deafened the arena at the mention of XWF, er, TNA's most hated superstar.
TAX: Yeah, TRISTAN, it sucks having that bulls-eye on your back, doesn't it? You see, I know how it feels. I was once a world champion myself. Everybody comes after you, man. Every week. You have to go through life with one eye open. I get that, man. I really do, and I respect the work you do in this business.
Is TAX aligning himself with SLATER? Is he kissing ass already?
TAX: But, I've noticed something, TRISTAN. Ever since you stepped foot in this company, you've had everybody marching to your beat. Hell, everyone's so pissed off at you right now. Everybody's up in arms because you turned your back on the almighty XWF. Why, TRISTAN, why? Why'd you do it?
The crowd grew irate as feelings of betrayal began to come back to them.
TAX: Honestly, TRISTAN, I don't care why you did it. You see, I'm not loyal to the XWF. And I just plain don't like The Natural Attraction. I'm only here to relay one message to you, TRISTAN. You can play army men with your crew and wage your little war against SHANE CARVER and the rest of the XWF. You can keep your eye on CARVER, on DANNY WOLF, on ARSENIC, PSICO, DECKER, LEWIS, Janet Reno, Bob Saget, the Indian guy at the 7/11, your grandma's left testicle, I don't care! But you better keep your other eye on me!
TAX looked serious and the fans enjoyed it. Finally, somebody going straight for the champ.
TAX: You see, I'm your worst nightmare, TRISTAN. Even if you don't see it right now, you will. I don't have any allegiances. I don't march to your beat, and I don't play your games. I don't want to have to come up the ranks. I want you right now! Tonight!
The crowd goes ecstatic! Could TAX get a piece of THE TRISTAN SLATER right here on Impact?!
SHANE CARVER: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
The crowd quiets down as CARVER struts to ringside. He seems a bit ticked off as he stomps up the steel steps and hops in the ring. Before he begins, he reaches into his trench coat and shuffles around for something...
He pulls out of his pocket...
The potato! For some reason there's a decent portion of the crowd that actually pops when SHANE produces the potato and holds it high above his head for all to see! SHANE looks at TAX for a minute and motions for him to be patient. SHANE looks back at the potato and whispers something to it before placing it back into his pocket very gently. Now SHANE gets right down to business and shoots a glare over at TAX.
CARVER: Just who do you think you are?! Huh?! You talk about the fact that you've been a world champion before, so you think the world owes it to you that you can come down here and demand to fight anyone you want to fight? Well, guess what?! You're not a world champion here! You didn't bring any potatoes to the dance! You're lucky I even gave you a chance! But I do appreciate your tenacity, so I tell you what. You want a fight? Fine. I'll give you a fight. Next week, right here on Impact, you'll have your chance, you can go toe to toe with...
CRACK!
TAX unleashed the dreaded KoinKick, landing flush on the boss' jaw. TAX drops the microphone and looks at the fallen CARVER. The crowd rains down with mixed reactions, some applause, some jeers. TAX surely will see some consequences behind this, but it will have to wait. He exits the ring, calmly, as "Greed" by Godsmack blares from the speakers.
4-way w/ 2 winners
SINISTER
-vs-
MARK FLYNN
-vs-
IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
-vs-
WOLFBANE
X-Treme Rules
Match goes until 2 men are eliminated
Falls via pinfall, submission, or KO.
The 2 survivors have the option to tag up at a future event in a #1 contender tag match if they think they can get along!
The crowd is fired up for the first bout of the evening, as it is announced the Extreme Rules four way is up next. However, this was no ordinary four way...rather than just one winner, there will be two, after the other two men are eliminated. The final two will then be given the opportunity to team up the following week for a shot at becoming the #1 Contenders for the Tag Team championship.
The house lights flicker, as the entrance theme of WOLFBANE comes blaring out the speakers. This is preceded by dark blue and white strobe lights hitting the ramp, where WOLFBANE is stood with his head covered in an unzipped hoodie. The debuting wrestler makes his way to the ring and jumps over the ropes. The audience aren't sure how to react to the wrestler as this was the first time they saw him. He stands in the middle of the ring, as the music changes to Sound of Madness by Shinedown.
IAN "MELTDOWN" JOHNSON appears on the ramp. He lets out an ear splitting primal scream before he walks down to the ring and slides in. The crowd cheer on the 6'2" 185lbs wrestler as he jumps on the top rope and cracks his knuckles. He sees WOLFBANE in the middle and approaches him, only for the referee to push him away, not wanting anything to kick off until the bell rang.
Eleanor Rigby bellows through the arena speakers, as Mark Flynn steps out on to the stage wearing his trademark overblown robe. However, unlike his debut match last week, there was a noticeable difference. When he came out last week he was clean cut, this time he looked extremely rough. Stubble covered his face and his hair was a mess. Yet he still had the same, expressionless look on his face as he walked down the ring. Could this be the result of the back and fourth verbal war he was having with SINISTER? Who knows. Mark Flynn gets in the ring, but doesn't even glance towards his opponents already in the ring. He simply turns around and faces the ramp, waiting...
FLYNN's music cuts off, which meant it was finally time for the in ring debut of SINISTER. You could almost feel the anticipation amongst the viewers as the final wrestler is set to come out. Several seconds pass by, until the cameras turn to look at the rafters. Black crows can be seen. First one, then two and then dozens. They say black crows follow whenever there is a stench of death looming. The lights go out, followed by a loud fiery explosion. Metallica's St. Anger finally plays, as SINISTER slowly walks on to the ramp. In his hand was a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, an almost fitting prop for this monster. He stepped into the ring and immediately went nose to nose with Mark Flynn.
The bell rang, as IAN JOHNSON and WOLFBANE stood in the corners wondering what was about to unfold in the middle of the ring. SINISTER and FLYNN'S eyes were locked on each other, neither willing to blink as if it showed weakness. Who would land the first blow?
Out of no where, JOHNSON launches himself at SINISTER with a running drop kick! The barbed wire bat drops out of his hand and rolls to a corner, as WOLFBANE also hits FLYNN from behind with a running knee directly on the spine. JOHNSON and WOLFBANE are both shown stomping SINISTER and FLYNN on the mat, not allowing them to get to their feet. JOHNSON takes a few steps back so that he could deliver a powerful kick to the fallen SINISTER, but his foot is caught! SINISTER gets back to his feet and shakes his head, as if to say "You shouldn't have done that". JOHNSON tries to get out of the grip, but is grabbed by SINISTER and hoisted several feet in the air, as if he was nothing but a sack of feathers. Military press slam! Before JOHNSON could even contemplate nursing his injured back, SINISTER is already on top of him landing several lefts and rights with every swing reaching it's target.
On the other side of the ring WOLFBANE is pounding away at FLYNN, however FLYNN shows his dirty tactics as he rakes WOLFBANE in the eye, hits an atomic drop which leads to WOLFBANE falling onto the second rope. FLYNN climbs outside onto the apron and delivers a vicious knee to the head! COUNTER POINT! WOLFBANE is hurt bad as he rolls out of the ring. FLYNN then turns around to put his attention back on his new nemesis, SINISTER, who is seen picking JOHNSON off the mat after a battering. JOHNSON tries to fight out of SINISTER's grip, but is kneed in the stomach and has his head driven into the mat with a thunderous DDT. As he stood up and decided to turn around, MARK FLYNN bounced off the ropes and rammed his foot onto the back of SINISTER's leg with a low kick. SINISTER staggered but turned around with an angered look on his face, but before he could do anything FLYNN bounced off the ropes and delivered a low drop kick to the same spot. SINISTER staggered once more and got down to one knee, FLYNN saw his chance and bounced off the ropes for a third time...SINISTER got up at the final second, STAB WOUND SPEAR! FLYNN rolled out of the ring holding his stomach, clearly winded. SINISTER got back to his feet and walked over to the ropes with a slight limp, looking to get outside the ring and continue beating FLYNN. However, JOHNSON has climbed to the top rope without anyone noticing...missile drop kick! JOHNSON sees his opportunity and covers.
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JOHNSON looks surprised at the quick kick out, and realises he's going to need more than that to eliminate SINISTER. He heads to the outside and grabs a table from under the ring, brings it inside and sets it up. SINISTER is just about on his feet again when JOHNSON comes running at him, but he's caught. Tilt o whirl slam by SINISTER! SINISTER looks like he has had enough as he goes looking for his barbed wire bat...
On the outside, WOLFBANE has recovered and got himself a chair from under the ring. He notices FLYNN on the outside and goes over to him looking to inflict damage. He smashes the chair onto Flynn's back! And again! FLYNN tries to get away but WOLFBANE follows him around the outside of the ring.
Inside the ring SINISTER is in possession of the barbed wire bat. A deranged smile is across his face as he walks over to JOHNSON. He gets on top of him and rakes the barbed wire several times across his forehead! Skin latches onto the barbed wire as blood splutters out of JOHNSON's skull. After several rakes, he goes for the pin.
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JOHNSON shows heart as he kicks out, determined to go on. SINISTER isn't happy as he picks JOHNSON off the mat and continues the assault. He irish whips JOHNSON into the turnbuckle and flies into him with a stinger splash!
On the outside, FLYNN ducks a chair shot and delivers an Argentine backbreaker! While WOLFBANE is still on the ground, FLYNN takes the steel chair and whacks WOLFBANE on the spine, injuring his back even more. To add further damage FLYNN puts down the chair and applies a surfboard stretch for several seconds. Before getting in the ring, he wanted to finish off WOLFBANE there and then on the outside. So he grabbed the steel chair one more time and waited for WOLFBANE to get to his feet. FLYNN swings wildly, but MISSES! WOLFBANE counters with an enziguri! FLYNN drops to the floor, as WOLFBANE turns his attention to inside the ring. He slides in.
SINISTER, who is pounding away at JOHNSON in the corner, doesn't realise WOLFBANE is approaching from behind with a steel chair. BANG! With all his force, WOLFBANE smashes the chair against the back of SINISTER. But to his horror...SINISTER didn't go down. He simply turned around and grinned. WOLFBANE goes for a headshot with the chair, but is met by a big boot from SINISTER! He takes the chair and waits for WOLFBANE to get to his feet...SMASH! With tremendous force, the chair bounces off WOLFBANE's head. SINISTER busts open another person, as WOLFBANE can be seen wiping blood out of his eyes. He tries to crawl away as SINISTER puts down the chair and grabs his weapon of choice, the barbed wire bat. He stalks WOLFBANE...waiting for him to get to his feet. With one POWERFUL swing, something a baseball player would be proud of, the bat SMASHES into the face of WOLFBANE. His feet immediately turn to jelly as he tumbles to the ground, unconscious before he even hit the mat.
An eerie silence falls throughout the arena as the audience wondered if they had just witnessed manslaughter. A trickle of blood is seen coming out of the mouth of WOLFBBANE, as SINISTER goes for the cover.
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WOLFBANE is the first to be eliminated. Immediately stretchers come rushing out the back to attend to WOLFBANE. SINISTER didn't like that idea, so he grabbed the bat and was ready to assault the medics...he didn't realise a bloodied JOHNSON was behind him. He knees SINISTER in the back...german suplex! JOHNSON showed immense strength suplexing the huge man. Feeling the adrenaline, he clothesline's SINISTER as he tries get back up. He doesn't go down. JOHNSON bounces off the ropes and lands another, more powerful clothesline, yet SINISTER still stands. Finally, after almost flying into the ropes to get the required speed, a third clothesline knocks SINISTER to the ground. Immediately he goes to the outside apron of the ring, jumps onto the ropes and delivers a picture perfect SPRINGBOARD SWANTON! COVER!!
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JOHNSON looks frustrated as he wipes the blood off his face. He realises he had set up a table earlier, and decides to try once more to put SINISTER through it. But after a sudden change of mind, he went to the ground where SINISTER laid...OMOPLATA! The vicious submission is applied as SINISTER's arm looks on the verge of snapping. SINISTER is heard yelling in agony as JOHNSON torque's his arm more, and more and more. "TAP" he screamed. Yet SINISTER hanged on. Did he even know he could tap to be released?
Things only got worse for the SINISTER as MARK FLYNN comes back into the ring, eager to inflict damage. He sees the predicament SINISTER is in and decides to take advantage. FLYNN APPLIES A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! DOUBLE SUBMISSION! SINISTER is roaring in pain as both JOHNSON and FLYNN try to rip off his limbs. Both can be heard screaming "TAP! FUCKING TAP!" yet SINISTER just growled, clearly in a great amount of hurt. With his one free arm, he managed to grab the tip of some barbed wire on the bat and drag it towards him. Before JOHNSON could realise, SINISTER shoved the barbed wire into his face, causing him to release the hold and check if his eye was just punctured. However, FLYNN still had the figure four locked on, and the bat rolled away after SINISTER used it on JOHNSON. FLYNN continued twisting and turning SINISTER's leg like a pretzel. SINISTER was helpless. The crowd looked on, feeling the tapout was imminent...but it never came. SINISTER just laid there, pulling out his hair in pain, clawing at the part of FLYNN's leg he could reach, bellowing expletives at the top of his voice. After what felt like several minutes, eventually FLYNN released the hold, realising he wasn't going to be able to get a submission. For good measure he stomped on SINISTER's knee several times, before grabbing the barbed wire bat. He looked directly into the camera and mouthed the words "I told you..." He SWINGS the bat like a golf club and made sure the tip hit SINISTER directly on the knee. SINISTER roared in agony, clutching his knee like he just got shot. One shot clearly wasn't enough, as FLYNN swung again, and again, and again...until finally...
Reverse DDT by JOHNSON on FLYNN! He is now the only man standing at this point, and the only man with a bloodied face. SINISTER was rolling around holding his knee while JOHNSON picks FLYNN up and delivers a devastating WHEELBARROW STUNNER! ITS OVER! IT HAS TO BE!
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JOHNSON is dumbfounded as he lies on the floor besides FLYNN. All three men lie on the ground as the crowd chant "XWF! XWF! XWF!" The first person to get back up is JOHNSON who drags FLYNN across the mat over to where the table is set up. He picks FLYNN off the mat and signals to the crowd he's going to execute another Wheelbarrow Stunner through the table! Just as he's about to go for the finish, FLYNN reverses it so he's standing behind JOHNSON. LOGICAL CONCLUSION! LOGICAL CONCLUSION! COVER!
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The reverse DDT onto the knee followed by a rolling cutter was the final nail in the coffin, JOHNSON could not kick out. The match is over!
WINNERS: SINISTER & MARK FLYNN
After the eliminations of WOLFBANE and IAN JOHNSON, the two winners are MARK FLYNN and SINISTER. The two men will be given the chance to team up next week if they want to become #1 contenders for the tag titles. FLYNN manages to get back to his feet and is celebrating in the middle of the ring, as the referee raises his arm. During the jubilation...he made a terrible mistake. He forgot about the other person still in the ring.
SINISTER is seen slowly rising from the ground with his eyes firmly locked on MARK FLYNN celebrating. He grabs the barbed wire bat lying beside him and limps towards FLYNN, clearly still in pain after the figure four leg lock. FLYNN's smile suddenly faded, as if he could almost sense SINISTER was behind him. But before he could make any sudden moves...SINISTER SMASHES THE BAT INTO FLYNN'S SPINE. FLYNN falls to the ground arching his back, writhing in pain. SINISTER breathed heavily as he stood over the body of MARK FLYNN. He dropped the bat and looked over to the table which had yet to be used. He picks up FLYNN and hoists his body onto his shoulders in the torture rack position. DEVILS GRIP! SINISTER can be seen gritting his teeth and hopping on one leg, clearly in discomfort, not being able to sustain the weight on the bad leg. Once he had enough...REVERSE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!
SINISTER examines the damaged he caused, enjoying the view of all the bodies lying around him. The section on his trousers surrounding his right knee was completely torn to pieces by the shots from the barbed wire bat, as was the skin beneath.
As SINISTER soaks in the boos from this horrified crowd the speakers kick to life!
"It Ain't Bragging Mother****er If You Can Back It Up" is shouted through the PA system, as the lights begin to flicker in the arena. Out walks, an unknown face, dressed up like a doctor. He makes his way to the top of the stage, holding a clipboard in his left hand and a pen in the other, as he paces, just staring at SINISTER.
SINISTER stares back, looking at the man, slightly tilting his head to the side. He looks around once again, at the bodies and the blood and the weapons littering the ring, before staring back at the doctor, who has now replaced the pen with a microphone.
???: My name is CALEB ROTHCHILD...and I am a clinical psychologist. And I must say, SINISTER, after watching that absolute brutal display, I believe I have the appropriate diagnosis for you, my good man? Would you people care to hear what it is?
The crowd shouts, "YES!" CALEB smirks, stares at SINISTER, who doesn't seem to be enjoying this in the least, before staring down at his clipboard, his smirk growing into an crazed grin. CALEB then begins speaking once again.
CALEB: Now before I go into the diagnosis, I am going to share with you people a little bit about my patient here. He is apparently a psychotic. I didn't get the memo. He likes blood, which is why I have written down that he used to steal his mother's tampons, before moving onto his sister's in her later years. He enjoys hurting other people and that is what has really sparked my attention.
CALEB: What I don't like is the fact that he grunts and all that jazz. Apparently, he's chopped some people up. Apparently, he is a murderer. And I am sure most of you probably buy into that, but not this guy. I think is one hundred percent grade A, FDA approved...BULLSHIT!!!
The crowd cheers, as SINISTER begins to clench his fists and he even motions for CALEB to walk down there.
CALEB: Now SINISTER I am not going to come down there. But you and I will meet in the ring big fella. Don't you worry your ugly little head about it. I am going to expose you for the fraud that you are. This is ain't no Halloween rip off boy. This is wrestling. And that is why I have come to the conclusion...it is my diagnosis that you, SINISTER are clinically...
CALEB pauses, then smiles really big, yelling into the microphone.
CALEB: BOOOORRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!!!
The crowd cheers, as CALEB slowly lowers the microphone, before bringing it to his lips once more, keeping his eyes on SINISTER.
CALEB: And I am sure you are pissed off now. So pissed you could cut me up and fry me in a pan, so you can eat my flesh for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Maybe even a midnight snack. But you see, in order to do that, you are going to have to beat me in the ring. You are going to have to beat me until I am dead. I truly don't think you have the balls. If you think otherwise...then go ahead...Fuck with me...I...DARE YA!!!
"Cocky" begins to blare through the PA system once more, as CALEB drops the microphone and stands at the top of the ramp, glaring at SINISTER who is yelling and shouting for CALEB to join him in the ring. CALEB spits out, letting SINISTER know what he thinks of him before, turning and walking to the back.
We cut back to the locker room area where XWF-TNA Champion THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown with Wilson Baldwin walking the hallway.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: He said follow the...
Just then the due come across a red laced bra laying in the middle of the hallway. SLATER and BALDWIN stand beside the panties.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Looks like we're on the right track.
1-on-1 w/ manager
ZYDECO
-vs-
MR. NATURAL
w/ SOLANGE
Last Man Standing/I Quit Match
The two men are standing in the squared circle, as the crowd is electric tonight. ZYDECO slaps NATURAL across the face. NATURAL responds with a right punch followed by a left and continues. ZYDECO gets thrown off the ropes and is caught with a close line sending him to the mat. NATURAL climbs up to the top rope and tries to deliver an elbow but comes out short as ZYDECO rolls out of the way. ZYDECO picks up NATURAL and delivers THE SILENT ECHOS (F5) the ref goes for the count.
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ZYDECO is back up to his feet NATURAL bounces off the ropes but ZYDECO catches him with a body slam. ZYDECO puts NATURAL in a sharp shooter. NATURAL is screaming in pain as he reaches for his back to try to ease some of the pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give it up as he shakes his head no. NATURAL finally manages to reach the ropes, but the ref isn't making ZYDECO break the hold without NATURAL saying I QUIT. NATURAL finally gets turned around onto his back and kicks ZYDECO in the mouth with a hard right boot. ZYDECO goes for a simple elbow drop but misses and hits nothing but the ring. NATURAL goes over to the turnbuckle and takes it off exposing nothing but the metal part of the turnbuckle. NATURAL takes ZYDECO and starts to rub his face all over the metal turnbuckle busting ZYDECO wide open. NATURAL then tosses ZYDECO outside and starts to dig underneath the ring. What's he searching for? He finally pulls Lacey out his barbed wired bat as the fans scream in anticipation. NATURAL swings for the fences at ZYDECO's head but misses and ZYDECO close lines NATURAL causing him to drop the bat. ZYDECO picks up NATURAL and power bombs him right onto the bat causing the barbed wire to go through NATURALS back. NATURAL is screaming I pain right now as the ref puts the 10 count on him.
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ZYDECO to his feet once again. NATURAL out of anger starts to punch ZYDECO over and over. He goes for DOWN TO EARTH once more but ZYDECO reverses it with DDT. ZYDECO out of the corner of his eye sees a forklift. He rolls NATURAL onto it and starts to drive it. Just before he tries to throw NATURAL off of it sending him off the ramp and onto the concrete floor SOLANGE NATURALS wife comes out and jumps on it to begging ZYDECO not to do it. ZYDECO screams at her to get off but she will not. ZYDECO shakes his head oh well and drives both of them off onto the floor both are out cold. The ref jumps down and starts to count.
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NATURAL was unable to make the ten count!
WINNER: ZYDECO
We once again join THE TRISTAN SLATER and WILSON BALDWIN as their hunt continues.
WILSON BALDWIN: This arena isn't THAT big, where the hell is he?
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Be patient.
Just then the duo come across a red laced bra hanging off the handle of door that's marked "PRIVATE".
THE TRISTAN SLATER: This HAS to be it.
SLATER knocks on the door. Coming from the other side of the door a voice is heard at an elevated pitch.
VOICE: WHAT!
The door swings open... and there stands the LEGEND that is JAMES RAVEN!
THE TRISTAN SLATER extends his hand.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Mr. RAVEN, THE TRISTAN SLATER...
JAMES extends his hand out to SLATER.
JAMES RAVEN: Whaddup homie?
The two men shake hands.
RAVEN glances towards WILSON.
JAMES RAVEN: Tha hell is that?
WILSON BALDWIN: WILL BALDWIN, agent to THE TRISTAN SLATER.
JAMES cuts his eyes back to TRISTAN.
JAMES RAVEN: You rolling with a suit?
JAMES shakes his head before opening his door completely where several half nude bitches can be seen.
JAMES RAVEN: Come in.
JAMES stands aside as THE TRISTAN SLATER and WILSON BALDWIN enter the LEGENDARY ICON'S dressing room.
Scene fades.
Elsewhere in the building...
The camera pans in on the name plate on SHANE CARVER'S office door. Two voices can be heard from inside. One being CARVER'S and one an unknown sensual tone. It's probably SINCERE LEE WILD... The door cracks open revealing a talk, beautiful woman with long wavy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, sexy smooth legs that go on for miles, sitting on the edge of CARVER'S desk. It's not LEE WILD after all! It was none other than CCWF/XWF star, JENNEFER JETSON-CORTINOVIS! She sits looking at SHANE strangely as he seems a little bit out of it from the attack he suffered earlier in the evening. He doesn't seem in any condition to be conducting business...
JEN: SHANE? Don't you remember who I am?
She looked utterly confused, because it wasn't like they hadn't kept in touch...
SHANE: Umm...nope? Maybe I'd remember if that bastard TAX didn't punch me in the face with his foot earlier!
SHANE replied smiling rather inappropriately, running his hand up her thigh.
Jen rolled her eye as she pushed his hand back down.
JEN: SHANE, it's JEN...JEN JETSON? Your secretary from CCWF? The lady you captured and tortured? Your stablemate?
She looked at him attempting to jog his foggy memory. Brain injuries can be tricky.
JEN: How can we jog that busted up brilliant mind of yours SHANEY?
JEN thought about it...she grinned mischeviously.
JEN: Ok SHANE...I'm going to try some things...if they don't work, just shake your head in between attempts. got it?
Jen said chuckling a little at the thoughts running through her head.
JEN: Ok, the first thing...I'm just going to slap that...seeing as you used to like that when we were in bed together.
Jen shot SHANE a sultry glance and raised her hand back. The smack could be heard down the hallway.
SHANE: OOWW!!!
He shrieked and shoot his head furiously.
SHANE: No...that freaking hurt, but I still don't remember you!
SHANE said with his hand over the red hand print on his cheek.
JEN: Ok...the other two you'll like! I promise...it will make up for the slap.
Jen smiled sweetly now. She rose and sat on SHANE'S lap. She stroked his hair softly and leaned in and kissed SHANE on the lips tenderly.
JEN pulled away and raised her eyebrows.
JEN: Well?
SHANE smiled goofily...
SHANE: Nope...still nothing, but that was very nice.
JEN: Alright SHANE...last attempt, if you don't know me after this one...I'll know we never really had a good friendship...
JEN stood up, a little flustered that SHANE still wasn't getting it.
JEN: I can't believe I'm doing this...stupid brain injuries...
She muttered, collecting herself for her next act.
JEN JETSON stood in front of the camera, so that the wouldn't see. JEN lifted her shirt revealing he large, round breasts. SHANE'S face was utterly and completely shocked...
SHANE: JEN? JEN JETSON?! What are you doing here?! And why are your boobies out?
SHANE exclaimed...as if the fog had been chased away and he was now lucid.
JEN quickly pulled her black halter top back in its place and leaned on SHANE'S desk..
JEN: Thank the Lord I have miracle boobies...SHANE! I just stopped in to talk to you about some...possibilities. Can you stay lucid long enough to listen to my propositions?
JEN said tossing her brown hair behind her shoulders.
SHANE: I can try...I've had a lot of head trauma lately...didn't you know that?
SHANE asked her, settling back in his large, plush chair and placing a potato on his desk.
JENNEFER JETSON-CORTINOVIS shook her head and began talking, shutting the camera crews out of the room...
1-on-1
"Grand Maester" X
-vs-
FRANCIS DEAN
Standard Match
Enemy by Sevendust plays. FRANCIS DEAN walks down to the ring. He has a black and white X-tron that shows him hitting his finishers and trademark moves in the Indies. Once DEAN is inside the ring, he shakes the referee's hand and sits on the top turnbuckle in a "thinker pose" and awaits his opponent.
Centipede by Knife Party builds for a moment and then the drop. As the music drops fireworks shoot from the stage at every direction. As they subside, X walks out casually. His hands are behind his back the whole time as he walks down the ramp ignoring all the fans that extend their hands. He walks up the ramp and stands for a moment looking at the fans. He takes off his jacket and delicately sets it on the turnbuckle. X gets into the ring and stands in the center. The ring announcer begins to announce X, but he stops him by grabbing the microphone. X signals from the back and two men run down to the ring both in similar masks to X, but without any designs, just plain white masks. One is carrying a microphone stand. They slide in the ring and set the stand center as X places the mic on it. He holds the stand with his right hand and raises his left in the air. He glances back at DEAN who continues sitting on the top turnbuckle, scouting his opponent.
X: Now introducing, the great leader who will see you free. The one who shall make you all equal. Stand by for......"Grand Maester" X!
The fans react.
X: Have an equal day, brothers and sisters.
One of the two men grab the stand and take the microphone with them leaving the announcer without a microphone. The other man grabs X's jacket and they exit, leaving X alone in the ring with his opponent. The bell rings. DEAN hops from his perch on the top turnbuckle and extends his hand. X, seeing as how they are equal, gladly takes the handshake.
X and DEAN tie up. X shoves DEAN back into the turnbuckles and lunges forward for a clothesline. DEAN ducks under it and kicks X in the midsection. DEAN places his leg on the back of X's neck, but X rises, flipping DEAN over the ropes. DEAN lands on his feet on the outside floor. DEAN grabs X's feet and sweeps him to the canvas. DEAN jumps to the ring apron and uses the ropes to catapult himself over. X rolls out of the way just in time and DEAN hits the canvas. X tries to capitalize quickly, hopping to the second rope and spinning around with a leg drop across DEAN's neck. He makes a quick cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
DEAN kicks out. X picks him up and assaults DEAN with a bevy of sharp leg kicks. The smacks are loud and painful. DEAN falls to one knee, and X connects with a devastating spinning heel kick. X runs to the opposite ropes, gaining momentum on the rebound. He hits a solid double leg drop across DEAN's chest. X stands DEAN up and hooks both of his arms, driving him to the mat with a double underhook facebuster. He rolls DEAN over on his back and attempts a pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
DEAN kicks out. X reaches his feet and goes for a lionsault, but DEAN raises his knees to block. X feels the pain shoot through his gut. DEAN reaches his feet first and climbs the turnbuckles. He waits as X gets to his feet before hitting a picture perfect corkscrew crossbody. He follows it up with a well executed springboard legdrop. He pulls the leg up for the pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
X kicks outs. DEAN adjusts his boots and picks X up. He whips X to the far ropes and lands a Lou Thesz press. DEAN climbs the turnbuckles quickly, but X smartly runs over and punches him in the gut, once, twice, three times. He situates his hands to throw DEAN off the top, but DEAN counters with a punch of his own. X stumbles away and DEAN attempts a hurricanrana. X counters with a sitdown powerbomb!
. . . 1
. . . 2
NO! DEAN kicks out. X waits for DEAN to reach one knee and hits a sick shining wizard. X drags DEAN to the middle of the ring and gets on the apron. He springboards into a cannonball splash. DEAN clenches his body from the pain. X walks over to the downed body of DEAN and soccer kicks him in the sides, across the ribs. DEAN instinctively pops up, but X hits a rolling cutter. X is in full control. He makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
DEAN kicks out again. X picks DEAN up and whips him into the ropes. X ducks over for a back body drop, but DEAN surprises him with a sunset flip and pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
X kicks out and quickly reaches his feet, but DEAN connects with a calf kick that sends X outside of the ring. DEAN slides to the outside, grabs X, and tosses him back in the ring. As DEAN climbs back in the ring, X catapults himself off the far ropes, but DEAN smoothly hits a drop toe hold. X eats the mat. DEAN quickly adds an elbow to the back of X's spine. DEAN hooks X's legs and lifts him up for a Mexican Surfboard! X writhes in pain, but he refuses to submit. DEAN keeps the submission applied for a minute before finally releasing the hold. X crawls to the turnbuckles and rests against the bottom. DEAN sees this and pushes forward with a bronco buster! DEAN rolls off of him and then connects with a front dropkick to X's face! X is all but out of this one! DEAN drags him away from the turnbuckles and makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
X kicks his legs on the ring ropes breaking the count. DEAN hops to the second rope and waits as X comes to. X gets to his hands and knees when DEAN hops up for the scissor kick! X wisely dives out of the way and DEAN lands on his feet. X swings his leg around, sweeping DEAN's feet from under him. He hops up and performs a leg drop, before bouncing off the ropes with a vicious stomp to DEAN's sternum, completing the Formality! Just like that, the momentum has changed, but this match has to be over soon. X falls back into the turnbuckle, exhausted, but he hypes the crowd up.
DEAN slowly reaches his feet and X comes running after him. DEAN slides out of the way and the momentum carries X hard into the turnbuckles. DEAN bounces off the far ropes as X stumbles back into the center of the ring. DEAN hits a float-over DDT out of nowhere! He makes the cover. Will it be enough?
. . . 1
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. . . THREE!!
WINNER: FRANCIS DEAN
We cut back to the door marked "PRIVATE". Moments pass before the door is opened by WILSON BALDWIN. First out is THE TRISTAN SLATER followed by BALDWIN himself before JAMES RAVEN is shown standing in the doorway.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Mr. RAVEN, you won't be disappointed.
Extending his hand once more we see JAMES extend his back. They shake a second time before releasing their respective grips.
JAMES RAVEN: Looking forward to it. I'll see you at the camp next week.
WILSON BALDWIN:Thank you JAMES, we really appreciate it.
JAMES RAVEN appears to be insulted at WILSON'S statement.
JAMES RAVEN: My friends call me JAMES, you call me GOD OF WRESTLING!
WILSON doesn't know how to react. He glances towards me where I shrug my shoulders.
JAMES RAVEN: Just f**kin' with ya, dawg!
WILSON chuckles under his breath.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: It's been a pleasure.
JAMES RAVEN: Word.
1-on-1
"The King of Wrestling" PETER GILMOUR
-vs-
KRAVEN
X-Treme Rules
The following contest, is an XTREME RULES MATCH!
The lights in the arena go dark. Burn It Down by Linkin Park blares over the sound system. A spotlight hits Kraven as he walks down the entrance ramp dressed in a sleeveless robe, hood pulled over his face. He methodically walks to the ring, and once there, he takes his robe and carelessly tosses it into the crowd.
Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia. Weighing 320 pounds...KRAVEN!
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience.
And his opponent, residing in LA, California, weighing in at 265 pounds...PETER GLIMOUR.
Before the bell even rings the two big men are trading huge right hands, the referee calls for the bell and we are underway. GLIMOUR gets the initial advantage sending hard right hands to KRAVEN'S mid-section which backs him into a corner, GLIMOUS goes for a shot to the jaw, but KRAVEN ducks out of the way and nails GLIMOUR with a hard uppercut, sending him sitting into the turnbuckle.
KRAVEN heads to the other side of the ring and runs towards the corner, delivering a stiff knee to GLIMOUR'S head. KRAVEN heads to the outside, grabbing GLIMOUR'S legs as he does so, he attempts to swing GLIMOUR's outside leg into the ring post, but GLIMOUR catches the back of KRAVEN'S head with his inside leg. KRAVEN is sent to his knees with his head precariously close to the ring post. GLIMOUR slides out of the ring and the big man delivers a Yazuka Kick into KRAVEN'S back, sending him head first into the ring post.
GLIMOUR begins harshly clubbing the back of KRAVEN, he lifts him up and Irish whips him towards the steel steps, but KRAVEN reverses and sends GLIMOUR shoulder first into them instead. Not to be outdone, KRAVEN runs at GLIMOUR and delivers his own dropkick, crushing GLIMOUR's back against the steel steps.
Both men are down on the mat as KRAVEN feels the affect of the ring post against his skull, but he is still first to his feet. He immediately goes under the apron and pulls out a steel chair, as he is getting up, GLIMOUR runs at him and attempts a clothesline, KRAVEN ducks this and as GLIMOUR turns around he nails him with a hard shot to the skull.
KRAVEN see's his opportunity and begins to lift up GLIMOUR to roll him into the ring. The dead weight of GLIMOUR means it's a struggle for KRAVEN, but his sheer power is able to achieve it. KRAVEN enters the ring and rolls on top of GLIMOUR.
1
2
KICKOUT!
KRAVEN goes to pick up GLIMOUR, only to be hit with a huge low blow, which is met with boos from the XWF crowd. GLIMOUR gets to his feet and finds the strength to lift KRAVEN up into the air and deliver a huge FALCON ARROW! This time GLIMOUR scrambles into the pin.
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KICKOUT.
It was close, but KRAVEN managed to get a shoulder up. Both men seem to be affected from the shots to the head as GLIMOUR rolls out of the ring once again. This time it is GLIMOUR who fishes around underneath the ring, he pulls out a table, as he pushes it into the ring, he is met with a baseball slide by KRAVEN, sending the table into GLIMOUR'S face.
KRAVEN pulls himself to his feet, as GLIMOUR does the same; GLIMOUR begins setting up the table on the outside and stands it up diagonally from the ring post. GLIMOUR rolls himself back into the ring, but he is met by a stomp from KRAVEN. KRAVEN lifts up GLIMOUR and grabs him by the throat, as he lifts him up, GLIMOUR reverses and lands behind KRAVEN, he grabs his shoulders from behind and delivers a Russian leg sweep. GLIMOUR is pumped as he gets to his feet; he throws himself against the ropes and delivers a leg drop across the throat of KRAVEN.
1
2
KICKOUT! Just in the nick of time, KRAVEN kicks out. GLIMOUR becomes frustrated and begins stomping relentlessly on KRAVEN. GLIMOUR picks up KRAVEN and whips him against the ropes; KRAVEN ducks a clothesline and grabs GLIMOUR by the throat. This time he is able to hoist him all the way up and send him crashing down to the mat with a chokeslam.
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KICKOUT! GLIMOUR somehow gets the strength to kickout of the huge chokeslam. KRAVEN decides he's had enough and goes outside the ring to retrieve the table, he slides it into the ring. He isn't done there though, as he also goes under the ring to grab...
A CANDLE LIGHTER!
KRAVEN then reaches in his ring gear and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid...
What the hell is he thinking?!
KRAVEN rolls back into the ring to see that GLIMOUR has gone. He heads over to the other side of the ring and leans over the top rope, only to be met with a huge chair shot to the skull. KRAVEN is sent stumbling backwards from the shot and falls into the turnbuckle. GLIMOUR enters the ring with the chair and runs at KRAVEN with the chair in hand, KRAVEN stumbles out of the corner and runs into a SPINNING HEEL KICK INTO A STEEL CHAIR!
KRAVEN IS DOWN!
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NO! KICKOUT FROM KRAVEN!
GLIMOUR is absolutely astounded that KRAVEN kicked out. GLIMOUR notices the table and begins setting it up adjacent to the corner turnbuckle. He signals for the match to be over as he begins clubbing KRAVEN, he lifts him up and tries to position him on the table, only for KRAVEN to fight back and push GLIMOUR into the corner. He lifts him onto the second rope and retrieves the lighter fluid and the candle lighter. Without hesitation he begins dousing the table in lighter fluid, and lights the table with a candle lighter, causing a whoosh of flames to echo through the arena. KRAVEN smiles sickly, but GLIMOUR who is still on the second rope grabs him from behind with a sleeper hold.
GLIMOUR keeps KRAVEN in the sleeper hold until he slowly starts to fade. He brings himself to the top rope, and pulls KRAVEN up to the second. KRAVEN struggles out of GLIMOUR'S grip however and delivers a right hand to GLIMOUR. KRAVEN also climbs to the top rope, but GLIMOUR uses his leverage and gets underneath KRAVEN, with KRAVEN now on his shoulder, GLIMOUR hoists him up and sends KRAVEN through the flaming table with the KILLSWITCH!
The crowd erupts in a huge "HOLY SHIT" chant.
GLIMOUR throws an arm over KRAVEN for the cover.
This one is over!
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THREE!
WINNER: PETER GLIMOUR.
Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom!
MR. XWF snuck into the ring and surprised GILMOUR with that Rock Bottom to a very mixed but loud reaction! Half of the audience is starting to chant "Mr. XWF sucks" but the other half is cheering loudly for his actions. He grabs a mic.
MR. XWF: I just had sex with GILMOUR's woman a few minutes ago baby and let me tell you THAT BIZZITCH NEEDS TO SHAVE HER BACK! WHAT THE FUCK IS GILMOUR DOING WITH A BITCH WHOSE BACK IS HAIRIER THAN DANNY WOLF'S PUSSY?
MR. XWF stomps on GILMOUR a few times and then pulls him up as JOHN SPARTAN enters the ring to join in on the attack. ANARCHY IN THE USA delivered to PETER GILMOUR!
MR. XWF and JOHN SPARTAN look down at GILMOUR in disgust but then they notice KRAVEN starting to move. SPARTAN pulls KRAVEN to his feet and holds him while MR. XWF rapidly punches him in the face over and over. MR. XWF backs up a few steps so he can get a running start and punt kicks KRAVEN right in the groin! SPARTAN immediately follows that up by German suplexing KRAVEN through the ropes to the outside! Both MR. XWF and JOHN SPARTAN enjoy watching KRAVEN and GILMOUR writhing in pain. They raise their arms in the air and MR. XWF taunts some of the fans as they make their way to the back.
1-on-1
"The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS
-vs-
JAMES RAVEN
Challenge/Grudge Match
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" by Formula412 kick in. The lights come back on to reveal "The Phoenix" Eric Lewis, dressed in his ring gear and his sparkly phoenix-symbol 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.
Suddenly, "Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park blasts across the PA as James Raven makes his way down to ringside. His black basketball shorts with blue trim sway from his energetic movements. He slides in the ring and turns his back to Lewis, allowing him a good view of his shirt, displaying the words "Fear The Raven...Forevermore." A phoenix versus a raven. Who will be the mightier bird tonight?
At the sound of the bell, both men circle each other. They go to engage in a tie up, but RAVEN kicks LEWIS in the midsection. And again, doubling LEWIS over. RAVEN hooks his head for a DDT, but LEWIS is able to elevate RAVEN over his head for a Northern Lights Suplex. He holds the bridge and a quick pin.
. . . 1
RAVEN quickly kicks out. The two reach their feet simultaneously, but LEWIS acts quickly with a dropkick. RAVEN pops back up only to be sent back down with another dropkick. He pops up a third time, and LEWIS snatches him with a Steamboat arm drag. RAVEN holds steady on his knees at the ropes as LEWIS waits for his next move. RAVEN realizes he's going to have to slow it down some. RAVEN rises to his feet, feints a one-two punch, and kicks LEWIS in the kneecap, dropping THE PHOENIX to his knees. RAVEN bounces off the ropes as LEWIS gets back up and lands a devastating Pele kick. LEWIS hits the turnbuckles with thunderous force. RAVEN walks to LEWIS and begins hammering him with some pretty sharp knife-edge chops. One, two, three, four. LEWIS suddenly speeds up the action, clinching RAVEN's head and reversing position, landing his own series of chops. LEWIS stops and whips RAVEN to the opposite turnbuckle. LEWIS takes off running.....and RAVEN ducks the attack, flipping LEWIS over the ropes and onto the apron. LEWIS remarkably lands on his feet, however, and as RAVEN walks off, LEWIS pulls him down by the hair. Quickly, LEWIS hops on the ring ropes just as RAVEN gets up, and connects with a beautiful hurricanrana! He holds the legs for the pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
RAVEN kicks out, rather easily, as he has not suffered a lot of damage thus far. LEWIS continues with pot shots, chipping away at the more powerful RAVEN. LEWIS takes him down with a drop toe hold, and he quickly slides around and locks on a STF submission hold. RAVEN's frustration grows as he slams his fists on the mat. LEWIS holds the painful submission for quite some time, as RAVEN inches towards the ropes. After several snail-like advances, RAVEN's fingertips falls on the ropes, and the referee is forced to break the hold. LEWIS steps back as RAVEN recovers slowly. RAVEN stumbles towards the turnbuckle, and LEWIS makes a running dash towards him. As LEWIS jumps up in the air for a high impact maneuver, however, RAVEN steps out of the way and aids THE PHOENIX's momentum. LEWIS slams into the corner chest first and straddles the middle turnbuckle. RAVEN takes advantage of the opportunity, slamming LEWIS's head into the turnbuckle a few times and follows it up with a vicious dropkick to the back of LEWIS's head. LEWIS falls to the mat. RAVEN picks up LEWIS's limp body and drapes him across his shoulders. RAVEN slams LEWIS with a Samoan drop, the echo reverberating along the ring. RAVEN quickly jumps to the outside apron and waits for LEWIS to get up. Dazed, LEWIS stumbles around. RAVEN times his jump perfectly and connects with a 720 DDT. Absolutely beautiful and undeniably brutalizing. RAVEN makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
LEWIS kicks out. RAVEN proceeds to kick away at LEWIS's body, almost waking him up with the stinging shots to the ribs and chest. LEWIS reaches his knees as RAVEN bounces off the ropes. LEWIS surprises RAVEN with a crucifix roll up! LEWIS begins to get his wind back. RAVEN swings wildly with a clothesline, but LEWIS ducks under it and cracks RAVEN's back with his trademark Backstabber! RAVEN cringes as the pain shot through his entire body. LEWIS picks RAVEN up and lifts him up for a suplex, rolling over him as they slam to the mat, and picking up the pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
RAVEN kicks out again. LEWIS doesn't waste any time, sticking to his speed. He ascends the turnbuckles and launches himself off with a missile dropkick! RAVEN wisely commando rolls out of the way, and LEWIS slams into the mat hard. The action continues to go back and forth with neither man holding the advantage for long. RAVEN takes a moment to regain his composure and then stalks LEWIS. He picks LEWIS up by his tights and lands some hard elbows to the small of the back. RAVEN decides to send more damage, and he wraps his arms around LEWIS's waist. LEWIS instinctively answers with a couple of back elbows that cause RAVEN to loosen his grip. LEWIS falls to the ground and executes a nice monkey flip on RAVEN, but RAVEN somehow lands on his feet! Very athletic showing by both men tonight. LEWIS hops up and quickly wraps RAVEN around the waist. He drives his opponent toward the turnbuckle, but RAVEN walks the corner and flips over LEWIS. RAVEN rolls LEWIS up and...no wait, it's the Chaos Theory suplex! RAVEN holds the bridge for the pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
NO! LEWIS kicks out! RAVEN quickly pulls LEWIS to his feet and elevates him in the air. He seems to be going for a stalling brain buster, but he wastes too much time as LEWIS is able to worm his way out of the hold and lands on his feet behind RAVEN. He snaps RAVEN's head back and slams him to the ground with a nice inverted DDT. LEWIS drags him a little further inwards, bounces off the far ropes, hops over RAVEN and uses the ropes for a springboard moonsault! LEWIS rises again and ascends the ropes. It seems the Lewpocalypse is coming! LEWIS steadies himself, but RAVEN begins to stir. LEWIS doesn't take the chance. A missed finisher would be devastating right now. LEWIS walks towards RAVEN, but RAVEN pulls THE PHOENIX's tights and sends him into the turnbuckles. As LEWIS rebounds towards the middle of the ring, RAVEN pins him with a school boy roll up.
. . . 1
. . . 2
No, it's definitely not enough as LEWIS kicks out easily. Both men reach their feet and stop to size up their opponent. They clash at the center of the ring, where LEWIS gets the upperhand by booting RAVEN in the gut. He suddenly hooks RAVEN's head and tries to pull out a Lewiegasm! LEWIS runs up the turnbuckles, but on the way back down, RAVEN proves too strong, holding steady, and launching LEWIS off of him. LEWIS lands squarely on his back, and the wind is sucked out of him! RAVEN waits patiently as LEWIS staggers to his feet. RAVEN irish whips LEWIS to the ropes and hops on the top rope for a springboard moonsault, the Ravensault. LEWIS surges ahead of it, however, but RAVEN lands on his feet. LEWIS spins around where RAVEN lunges forward with The Flight of the Raven attempt. LEWIS holds strong, however, and RAVEN slams face first on the mat! Both men have impressed the Birmingham crowd with their counters! LEWIS picks RAVEN up, but RAVEN shoves him back to create some distance. LEWIS reacts and throws a kick, but RAVEN catches his foot. An enziguri from LEWIS sends RAVEN to the mat. LEWIS stumbles to his feet and rests against the turnbuckles. He seems ignited. RAVEN rises to his knee, and LEWIS nails him with a knee to the face. LEWIS pivots and leapfrogs to the top rope. He points to the sky and jumps off---he's going for the Lewpocalypse! But RAVEN slides out of the way and LEWIS busts his backside hard against the canvas! He convulses from the intense pain.
RAVEN is still a bit sluggish to get up, and LEWIS is able to reach his feet at about the same moment. RAVEN lunges forward with a The Divebomb! LEWIS holds his ribs, nursing his injury. RAVEN uses the ropes to slowly climb his way up. He's in the zone, planning something, stalking LEWIS. What could RAVEN have in his arsenal?
LEWIS crawls to all fours as RAVEN comes closer. And closer. And in an instant and with intensity, RAVEN locked on the excruciating crucifix neck crank! The RAVENLOCK!!
LEWIS cries out in pain. He wiggles under the pressure, but the submission only sinks in deeper.
LEWIS refuses to quit, screaming through the pain!!!
RAVEN pulls harder, straining every ounce of strength he has...
Too far from the ropes for any hope of a break, there is seemingly no escape from the hold.
LEWIS has no choice!
If he holds out any longer he could suffer permanent damage.
He submits! The ref is calling for the bell! The fans let out a generous ovation as JAMES RAVEN releases the hold and has his arm raised by the referee. Both of these men gave it their all in what will surely go down in history as a classic bout!
WINNER: JAMES RAVEN
DANNY WOLF, RAYMOND HATCHER, TYLER DECKER & ARSENIC are all seen backstage with HATCHER AND DECKER standing opposite from ARSENIC & WOLF.
DECKER: What's this all about, Wolf?
HATCHER: Yeah, why did you call us here?
ARSENIC: Because we're teaming up tonight, jackass.
HATCHER: Who gives a shit? DECKER and I can handle this.
DECKER: Like we're gonna handle you and Psico next week for that strap you're wearing.
ARSENIC steps up to both men.
ARSENIC: I'd like to see you both try and handle me right now!
WOLF stands between them and holds them at arms length apart. HATCHER & DECKER shrug off WOLF's hand.
WOLF: Guys! Guys! None of this is going to help us tonight! Your match against each other is NEXT WEEK so deal with it then. Right now we've got a bunch of destructive arseholes on the loose, a bunch of arseholes that WE have to go out there and beat. I called you all here because we need to go out there tonight as a unit, not a group of individuals who can't stand each other.
DECKER: And who made you the leader of this team?
HATCHER: Yeah last I saw, you haven't won a match in two weeks.
WOLF: No one did, Tyler, but I'm the only member of this team who couldn't give a crap about your match next week. And Raymond, you're right; I haven't won in two weeks. Which is why I'm hell bent on getting that win tonight! Whether we like each other or not, none of us want Homicide to take over the XWF, none of us want to be running around for those...
HATCHER: Attention-seeking pussies.
WOLF: Exactly. So for one night only we put all these differences aside, go out there and kick their fucking heads through the canvas. Now, are you all in?
ARSENIC: For the XWF? You can bet your ass I'm in.
HATCHER walks straight up to WOLF and stands nearly nose-to-nose.
HATCHER: Just for tonight.
DECKER does the same thing to ARSENIC.
DECKER: And ONLY tonight.
DECKER & HATCHER walk away as the EIGHT-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH IS UP IN JUST A FEW MOMENTS!
We find SHANE CARVER in his office speaking with an unrecognizable young gentleman. His hair is dark and shaggy, he wears dark blue jeans, a Misfits t-shirt and black Doc Martens adorn his feet. He appears to be concerned in what SHANE is doing and saying, although who wouldn't be at this point. SHANE has a Lego speedboat (that he hopefully built himself) that he's waving about as if it were at sea and has been singing the words "Boat Mechanic" for some time now. Finally the unknown man speaks...
MAN: SHANE, hey SHANE. (snaps fingers) Hey you in there buddy?!
SHANE: So do you get the idea of what your disguise will be, GRIFFIN?
GRIFFIN: Um....how am I gonna use a boat mechanic disguise to fool the roster?
SHANE just tilts his head seemingly confused which soon turns into him staring straight forward almost like he was drifting mentally off into another galaxy.....far.....far.....away.
GRIFFIN: (speaking quickly) I'm just saying there's no water or boats in any part of this building so......we gotta come up with something better.
SHANE: (snapping back into reality as if woken quickly from a dream) Then you'll just be a mechanic.
GRIFFIN: That will just limit me to the garage and in front of the building.
SHANE: Then you'll be the mechanic/maintenance man.....
GRIFFIN: You got a uniform?
SHANE: /boat mechanic.(smiles briefly almost proud he snuck that last part in there) Uh, yeah there's uniforms in that closet.
SHANE points to a wooden wardrobe in his office.
GRIFFIN: Why do you have maintenance uniforms in your office?
SHANE: There's also a tool belt in there too, stocked with only the finest tools.
GRIFFIN removes the uniform and tool belt from SHANE's wardrobe. A look of disdain falls upon GRIFFIN's face when he looks at the tool belt.
GRIFFIN: This tool belt is full of potatoes!
SHANE: (blinks)
GRIFFIN: (sighing)It's cool, I got some tools on my bike I can grab. I should be fine.
SHANE: Can I have those potatoes back then?
GRIFFIN dumps the potatoes on SHANE's desk. After that he disappears into SHANE's bathroom and emerges a few minutes after dressed in the maintenance uniform, tool belt adorning his waist.
SHANE: So you know the plan?
GRIFFIN: Yep, make sure Homicide 'The Natural Attraction' isn't up to anything during the next three matches, and if I overhear something I report back to you with this...
He produced what he thinks is his walkie talkie but instead it's another potato!
GRIFFIN: Wait what the hell? Did you swap out my walkie talkie with a potato?
SHANE: No, why would you even ask me that?
GRIFFIN: ...
Scene fades.
4-on-4
ARSENIC
DANNY WOLF
RAYMOND HATCHER
TYLER DECKER
-vs-
MR. XWF
"The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN
JOSE CHAVEZ
HANK 'THUNDER' LANE
XWF vs TNA 8 Man Tag Match
On Reserve for either team: DONATHAN DE SADE
It seems that all of the originally scheduled members of this match, including JOSE CHAVEZ, are present. There is no sign of DONATHAN DE SADE and everything appears to be starting as expected.
The match begins with one man from each team starting off in the ring. For team XWF it's TYLER DECKER and for team TNA it's JOHN SPARTAN. The two men lock up and SPARTAN quickly shoves DECKER back with all his might and charges at him with a huge clothesline that turns DECKER inside out. He lands hard on the canvas as SPARTAN drives several knees down into him and smashes his forearm into the side of DECKER's head. SPARTAN violently yanks DECKER back up and choke-throws him into the nearby corner where the other members of team TNA are on the apron. JOSE CHAVEZ blasts DECKER in the side of the head with a closed fist and then from the other side HANK LANE bashes an elbow into DECKER's ear. DECKER goes down holding his left ear in pain as JOHN SPARTAN tags in MR. XWF!
MR. XWF storms into the ring and repeatedly punches TYLER DECKER in the face as many times as he can before the ref finally breaks it up. MR. XWF argues with the ref, distracting him in the process while JOSE CHAVEZ sneaks into the ring and smashes a chair down across TYLER DECKER's head!
The ref hears the loud crack of the steel chair and immediately turns around to catch JOSE red handed.
JOSE drops the chair and swears that he didn't use it as the referee yells at him and orders him back to his corner. The fans are booing tremendously at JOSE's sneaky tactics as he returns to the apron, allowing MR. XWF to easily pull the limp TYLER DECKER up and... ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM!
No wait! TYLER WAS ABLE TO REVERSE IT RIGHT WHEN MR. XWF LIFTED HIM UP!
Single arm DDT to MR. XWF! The fans are shocked and most of them highly approve! JOSE, JOHN SPARTAN and HANK LANE are all freaking out in their corner and screaming for MR. XWF to get back up!
Meanwhile in in other corner we have DANNY WOLF, ARSENIC, and RAYMOND HATCHER all begging for a hot tag! This is their chance to turn it around!!!
MR. XWF starts to get up right when DECKER begins making his way to his own corner. MR. XWF grabs DECKER but is caught off guard by a sudden elbow smash combination from DECKER and a lightning fast arm drag takedown. MR. XWF instinctively springs back up and charges DECKER again only to have DECKER go low with a chop block to MR. XWF's shin! MR. XWF actually pops up and over in mid air from the impact, landing on his head!
FANS: Oooooooh!
The guys in DECKER's corner are even more amped up now as DECKER makes the tag to RAYMOND HATCHER!
DECKER holds Mr. XWF's left arm up exposing his side while HATCHER lays in a boot. DECKER slides out to the apron as HATCHER hits a slingshot vertical suplex, and DECKERs follows it with a slinshot senton. HATCHER covers Mr. XWF, but the ref is busy telling DECKER to leave the ring which he does quickly. The count finally starts...
...1
...2
.................., MR. XWF kicks out!
RAYMOND HATCHER stomps on MR. XWF a few times and then drives his shin down across MR. XWF's throat, cutting off his air supply as he glares over at the other members of team TNA far across the ring. HATCHER is doing an excellent job of isolating MR. XWF near his own corner while all of the other members of TNA are getting angrier and more anxious by the second!
HATCHER pulls MR. XWF up to his feet and slams him shoulder first into the turnbuckle post where HATCHER's partners are all asking to be tagged in next. HATCHER ignores them and waits for MR. XWF to come stumbling back out of the corner... BRAINBUSTER! RAYMOND HATCHER flattens MR. XWF with his patented Brainbuster! He goes for the cover...
...1
...2
...BROKEN UP BY HANK LANE! The referee yells at LANE to get back to his corner as HATCHER drags MR. XWF to his own corner. HATCHER gets to his corner and DANNY WOLF is begging for the tag. HATCHER instead tags DECKER and then glares at WOLF!
DECKER climbs to the top turnbuckle of a the neutral corner as HATCHER lifts MR. XWF up onto his shoulders in an electric chair position. DECKER leaps off the top for the Dooms Day Device, but MR. XWF rolls forward wrapping HATCHER up in a pin as DECKER falls to the mat!
...but after the tag, DECKER became the legal man so MR. XWF is unknowingly pinning the wrong man!!!
DECKER nails MR. XWF with a boot to the back of the head to break up the pin. MR. XWF is not daunted and gets right up to his feet and goes after DECKER who tries to catch him with a super-kick, but MR. XWF ducks then hooks DECKER looking for the ROCK BOTTOM but HATCHER hits MR. XWF with a forearm shot to the back of the head to break it up before he can hit it, and then hooks MR. XWF in a waist-lock. DECKER runs to the ropes and comes off with a big drop kick to the face of MR. XWF as HATCHER takes him back with a big German suplex. HATCHER bridges for the cover, but he's not the legal man!
HATCHER lets go and rolls out of the ring quickly as DECKER covers MR. XWF
...1
...2
...JOHN SPARTAN breaks up the pin by yanking DECKER off by the ankle. SPARTAN was able to do this by reaching through the ropes from the apron!
HANK LANE calls the referee over to ask him a question as JOSE CHAVEZ enters the ring and kicks TYLER DECKER right in the groin before hitting THE FURY! CHAVEZ rolls MR. XWF out of the ring and slaps his own two hands together really loudly to mimic the sound of a tag. By the time the ref finishes talking to LANE and turns around, he sees CHAVEZ covering DECKER...
...1
...2
DANNY WOLF breaks it up with a huge elbow drop to CHAVEZ! The ref orders WOLF back to the corner as CHAVEZ yells something at him but this gives TYLDER DECKER time to tag RAYMOND HATCHER back in! DECKER and HATCHER won't tag in anybody else!
HATCHER enters the ring and JOSE jumps up spinning around in mid-air and catching HATCHER with a wheel-barrow bulldog, but Hatcher holds onto JOSE in the wheel-barrow position as DECKER hits JOSE with a springboard leg drop to the back of the head. DECKER rolls out as HATCHER drops down on JOSE hooking in the STF! This could be it. JOSE is screaming is pain, but he's not far from the ropes. HATCHER is really wrenching it in, and HOMICIDE is getting worried on the apron, finally LANE dives into the ring and starts stomping on HATCHER. DECKER slides right back in the ring and charges LANE, but LANE catches him with a back body-drop. DECKER gets right back up, as LANE charges with a clothesline, but DECKER catches him with a huricanrana, the crowd starts getting behind the duo. SPARTAN has seen enough and gets into the ring. HATCHER has just gotten to his feet as CHAVEZ is still nursing his neck from the STF. SPARTAN grabs HATCHER by the back of the hair and hits him with a head-butt, HATCHER drops to one knee, as DECKER catches SPARTAN in the back with a springboard spinning drop kick. SPARTAN stumbles forward but doesn't go down. SPARTAN turns around to face his assailant, but is caught from behind by HATCHER in an side Russian leg-sweep position, DECKER quickly positions himself on the other side of SPARTAN and then DECKER throws SPARTAN forward in a forward Russian leg sweep and Hatcher pulls him backwards in a standard Russian Leg Sweep to cap it off.
HANK LANE nails DECKER with a huge clothesline he calles the THUNDER LANE! JOSE CHAVEZ has recovered and is on the top turnbuckle, but DANNY WOLF shakes the ropes and CHAVEZ gets crotched. DANNY WOLF climbs into the ring and mount the turnbuckle of the corner CHAVEZ is crotched on. MR. XWF finally gets into the action by running up and nailling WOLF in the back as he tries to hook CHAVEZ for a superplex.
ARSENIC hits MR. XWF from behind with an inverted suplex into a cutter that he calls The Arsenic Smile! WOLF superplexes CHAVEZ onto MR. XWF's prone body on the mat. THE CROWD IS GOING WILD!!!
HATCHER gets up to his feet and pulls SPARTAN up. The referee is desperately trying to get everyone to clear the ring, but no one is listening. HATCHER hooks SPARTAN for a double underhook suplex, but SPARTAN resists, and HANK LANE nails HATCHER with a THUNDER LANE!
SPARTAN grabs JOSE CHAVEZ and pulls his arm over HATCHER, but DANNY WOLF yanks CHAVEZ off and then tackles SPARTAN and starts laying in viscous rights. LANE starts stomping away on WOLF's to get him off SPARTAN, but DECKER catches LANE with a devastating bulldog.
All eight men are laid out on the canvas right now. The REFEREE is frantically trying to get the illegal men out so that only the two legal men, HATCHER and CHAVEZ are left. Slowly but surely the referee is able to get people to start going to their own corners to recover from the madness that just ensued.
Eventually RAYMOND HATCHER and JOSE CHAVEZ both stumble to their feet and toward each other with HATCHER throwing a wild right hand but JOSE ducks and rolls under it, popping up behind HATCHER and dropkicking him in the back. HATCHER loses his footing and shoots forward right into the TNA corner where HANK LANE is already throwing a hard fist... CRACK! HATCHER is busted open from that shot by LANE!
CHAVEZ runs up behind HATCHER and hits a neckbreaker before tagging in HANK LANE! LANE goes right to work on HATCHER with a series of suplexes. First he takes HATCHER down with a big belly to belly, then pulls him right back up into a verticle suplex which he holds up for about 5 seconds before dropping, and finally yanks HATCHER back up and into a snap suplex that leaves HATCHER landing like he was made of rubber. LANE takes a moment to pose as most of the fans boo him, which then leads to him mouthing off to them for a second before turning his attention back to HATCHER.
LANE stomps down on HATCHER and waits for him to get back to his feet. LANE blocks a right hand from HATCHER and then takes HATCHER down with a short arm clothesline.
Suddenly TYLER DECKER begins yelling something to the referee about LANE having a concealed weapon!? LANE looks shocked at the accusation and puts his hands up for the ref to see he's not carrying anything on him so the ref goes back toward TYLER DECKER who is still arguing very loudly... but this clearly has served as a distraction as DECKER continues drawing the ref's attention!
THE SICKNESS! ARSENIC just nailed HANK LANE and the ref had no idea!
BAM! A massive ANIMAL INSTINCT from DANNY WOLF to both MR. XWF and JOHN SPARTAN who were next to each other on the apron, sending them flying off and hitting the barricade when they land!
JOSE CHAVEZ storms into the ring but is caught by a charging clothesline from ARSENIC as the referee is still distracted by TYLER DECKER on the corner! DANNY WOLF pulls JOSE CHAVEZ up to his feet and buries a fist into his gut before hitting CUT THROAT! That cutter almost snapped JOSE's head right off on impact!
CRACK! ARSENIC has quickly gone out under the ring and returned with a 2 x 4! He beats down on JOSE with the 2 x 4 until it actually snaps in half!
Suddenly it looks like the referee is going to pull away from TYLER DECKER so ARSENIC and DANNY WOLF exit the ring. The ref turns toward the action and sees JOSE CHAVEZ laid out on the canvas with some blood trickling down from under his mask.
Meanwhile outside of the ring, DANNY WOLF tracks down JOHN SPARTAN and MR. XWF where he nails each of them with well placed CUT THROATS too! DANNY WOLF is on fire tonight! The fans are roaring their approval and starting a chant of his name as he makes his way back toward his team's corner.
This time has given RAYMOND HATCHER a chance to tag TYLER DECKER back in.
DECKER quickly makes his way toward HANK LANE who is still down, but the ref stops him?!
REFEREE: Stop! I need you to wait in your corner while I check on JOSE CHAVEZ!
JOSE is still down and looks like he could be hurt. HANK LANE starts recovering and sees what's going on so he stands back as well. The ref exchanges a few words with JOSE who seems to be rather groggy and then the official announcement is...
ANNOUNCER: Due to an inability to compete further in this match, JOSE CHAVEZ is going to be escorted to the back before this match can continue!
The fans let out a round of boos as JOSE CHAVEZ then gets back up and just walks out of the ring, still pretty groggy but apparently walking just fine. He yells at some nearby fans who are cursing at him and calling him a coward, then continues on his way to the back as he shakes off the cobwebs.
Suddenly... something very strange happens...
There's a loud buzzing sound that fills the air and all of a sudden a small remote control airplane come flying out from the entrance-way???
The remote control airplane flies right to the ring and through the ropes as the referee dodges out of the way and it ends up crashing right into team XWF's corner...
BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE MODEL AIRPLANE WAS A SMALL BOMB!!!!!!!!!!!
DANNY WOLF, ARSENIC, AND RAYMOND HATCHER WERE ALL SENT FLYING IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS! Luckily none of them were directly hit by the exploding model plane but they were still close enough to be sent flying off the apron!
The ref can't believe it! He's not even sure what to do in a case where flying projectiles explode in the ring. Is this considered a disqualification? An act of nature?
Suddenly a man walks out from the back with a microphone in hand... That's DONATHAN DE SADE!
DE SADE: Pardon my intrusion but I believe I am needed. It seems that with JOSE CHAVEZ officially out of this match, I'm officially in. I'd like to introduce myself to my partners this evening...
He walks over to where JOHN SPARTAN and MR. XWF are still laid out at ringside, suffering the damaging effects of WOLF's Cut Throat cutter. DE SADE reaches down and picks up MR. XWF's limp hand. He shakes it.
DE SADE: Pleased to meet you. My name is DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE and I'm your partner for this evening's festivities. I look forward to a good match and some even better team work.
He drops MR. XWF's limp hand and moves on to JOHN SPARTAN where he repeats the process, lifting SPARTAN's limp hand and shaking it.
DE SADE: And to you I say the same. Very pleased to meet your acquaintance. My name is DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE and I'm your partner for this evening's festivities. I look forward to a good showing on our part and may victory smile down on us in the end.
He drops SPARTAN's limp hand and slides into the ring where HANK LANE is still laid out. DE SADE grabs HANK and pulls him up to his feet, helping him to balance upright. Once HANK can stand on his own and clears his head, DE SADE grabs HANK's hand and shakes it.
DE SADE: It's good to meet you. I'm DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE; you may have heard me introducing myself to your partners over there laying lifeless on the ground. I'm here to team with you and I'm looking forward to seeing how we work together as a unit.
HANK, still very out of it after all that has gone on so far, looks at DONATHAN DE SADE with a somewhat confused look on his face.
Meanwhile at ringside we still have DANNY WOLF, ARSENIC, and HATCHER who are barely moving after that nasty explosion and spill off the apron. DANNY WOLF is moving the most but even he is clearly far from being able to stand up on his own...
The ref goes to check on the three of them while, in the ring, DONATHAN DE SADE places his hand on the fallen TYLDER DECKER's neck. It's important to note that DE SADE has an interesting looking double-ring on his two middle fingers with something glistening from the underside of it, almost as if light were bouncing off of a small pointed tip. There's a small bit of redness on the underside of the ring when DE SADE lifts his hand away from DECKER's neck, and now there's also a small bit of redness on DECKER's neck where the ring touched... It's a small trickle of blood?
DE SADE nods to HANK LANE and says one last thing...
DE SADE: Congratulations on our win. It was fantastic getting to know you and work with you this evening. (Now pointing over to the fallen MR. XWF and JOHN SPARTAN as he continues) Please, will you give your two friends over there my regards as well?
He shakes LANE's hand and LANE still isn't quite sure what to make of this man but all of a sudden TYLER DECKER's eyes just SHOOT open! It's like he just got injected with pure adrenaline as he almost explodes to his feet and starts swinging wildly in all directions like a madman! DE SADE calmly exits the ring and makes his way toward the back without even glancing in the ring again.
DECKER is throwing random punches in all directions with his eyes bugging so far open that it looks like they could pop out of his head. Something is VERY wrong with his mental state right now. Even HANK LANE isn't sure what to make of this, but he's easily able to dodge the miscalculated strikes DECKER is dishing out at such a rapid fire pace.
The ref finishes checking on the guys at ringside and enters the ring again as HANK finally catches a wild right hand from DECKER and whips him hard into the ropes. HANK LANE charges in as DECKER bounces off of the ropes... THUNDER LANE! DECKER IS OUT COLD!!!
LANE covers DECKER as WOLF finally is to his feet at ringside...
The ref drops down for the count as WOLF rushes into the ring...
...1
...2
...THREE!!!
It's over!
WOLF just a split second after that three count, smashes his boot into LANE's head and then throws him out of the ring with scary strength! The ref tries to calm WOLF down as Homicide TNA has managed to claim the victory with some very unusual assistance from DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE!
WINNERS: Team TNA w/ DONATHAN DE SADE
The scene cuts to the backstage area with STEVE SAYORS...
STEVE SAYORS: Welcome back to Impact everyone. I was just stopped in the backstage area here by, the new Xtreme Wrestling Federation Champion TRISTAN SLATER, and he doesn't seem like he is in all that good of a mood. What seems to be the problem champ? Didn't you see that win your boys managed to literally steal out there just now? What has you hot under the collar?
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Well to be honest it's SHANE CARVER. This clown doesn't shut up....ever. I've been constantly calling him out week after week, but fails to respond with an answer anyone can understand. He's like a fly bussing around your head, now I am at my limit and it's time to swat this pestering fly.
Suddenly out of nowhere SHANE CARVER blindsides TRISTAN SLATER!!!
What the hell?
CARVER's quick and haphazard tackle takes SLATER to the ground where he adds some vicious uppercuts and elbows for added effect. SHANE CARVER quickly pops up to his feet, grabs STEVE SAYORS and pushes him on top of TRISTAN SLATER while screaming "hot potato, hot potato" over and over again! STEVE SAYORS stumbles and clumsily belly flops TRISTAN SLATER, buying SHANE CARVER just enough time to turn tail and bolt down the hallway towards his locker room as he laughs like a complete lunatic! SHANE has completely lost his mind!
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Okay that's it!
TRISTAN SLATER moves STEVE SAYORS off him and books it towards the direction SHANE CARVER fled. SHANE CARVER enters his office and shuts the door behind him locking it. He quickly finds someone who has been waiting for him in the office.
SHANE: Stay here with the lights off. TRISTAN is coming, but just do what I say and stay here with the lights off.
After giving some small orders to his mysterious guest, SHANE CARVER unlocks the door and exits the office dropping out of sight around a corner before TRISTAN SLATER could make his way over to see the escape. Steaming and full of rage, TRISTAN SLATER charges forward, slams into SHANE CARVERS office door, and fiercely opens it looking for an immediate fight.
It's dark, but not pitch dark. TRISTAN SLATER can see a figure standing in the room, trying to act conspicuous and not cause a lot of attention and he begins swinging. Fist after fist connect, as he spills his anger upon the figure in the dark room. After a series of blows to the midsection, the figure bends at the waist and begins to go down to their knees. TRISTAN SLATER not through, begins to put the boots to who he thinks is SHANE CARVER.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Not talking your trash now are you CARVER?
The figure doesn't respond back in much besides coughing and heavy breathing, so moderately satisfied, TRISTAN SLATER turns and leaves the room. He throws the door open violently and hits the adjacent wall, exposing some interior light to enter the dark office.
There she was, SINCER LEE WILD... SHANE CARVERS latest brainwashed protege, bruised and battered from the assault intended for her leader. She lurked, hunched and huddled to the floor, raising her head from her prone position just to inhale deep breaths. Despite the awful pain she must have been feeling, she stares back at the Xtreme Wrestling Federation camera and is nothing but smiles. Evil, masochistic, smiles. The feed cuts back to the next match.
1-on-1
X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP
Defending Champ: PSICO
-vs-
US Champ: JOSEPH PAGE
X-Treme Elevation Match
Cutthroat!
Downsized!
MID DAY WAKE UP!
The respective names of the three maneuvers JOSEPH PAGE just nailed PSICO with the very moment our cameras found them backstage! This brawl seems to already be well underway!
The two men make their way out onto the stage by way of PAGE dragging PSICO's body along the steel flooring. PAGE executes a standing moonsault to PSICO and remains on him for the cover. A referee eventually runs out from the back and makes the count!
...1
...2
...KICKOUT! JOSEPH PAGE wastes no time getting right back to work on PSICO, dropping a knee across his chest and then doing the same to his forehead before backing up a few steps so he can measure up PSICO for a punt kick! PAGE bursts forward and... BAM! Kicks PSICO so hard in the side of the ribs that he topples over and off the side of the stage!!!
CRASH!
PSICO falls through several tables that were lined up on the ground level below the stage!
JOSEPH PAGE looks down at the wreckage from where he stands on the stage, and it looks like he's trying to spot PSICO. He can't seem to spot him so he starts walking down the ramp and goes around to where PSICO landed. PAGE starts tossing pieces of table and other debris aside looking for PSICO but he is nowhere to be found...
PAGE lifts some fallen equipment up and tosses it aside when suddenly PSICO springs out from under something and surprises PAGE with a running knee to the face. PAGE goes down as PSICO takes a minute to recover and then begins making his way toward the ring. PAGE soon follows but PSICO has already grabbed a steel chair from ringside. PAGE follows PSICO into the ring and as soon as PAGE slides in, PSICO throws the chair at PAGE!
PAGE dodges the chair, PSICO follows the chair and sprints towards PAGE who catches him with a hard clothesline, PSICO rolls out and gets right back up, only to be caught with another clothesline by PAGE. PSICO again gets up, PAGE hits the deck and PSICO jumps over him, PAGE gets to his feet quickly and delivers a spine buster to PSICO. PAGE jumps to the top rope, he signals to the crowd and hits a huge elbow drop onto PSICO. He goes for the pin.
...1
...2
KICKOUT!
PSICO, so used to kicking out of pins in X-Treme title defences does it again here. PAGE gets straight back up and looks like a man possessed, PAGE's intensity leads him to lifting up PSICO with force, he puts PSICO's head under his arm, looking to go for the DDT. PSICO senses it, he wraps his arms around the waist of PAGE and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex in desperation. He lands in a pinning position.
...1
...2
KICKOUT from PAGE who rolls straight out of the way, as PSICO does the same, this fast paces match up keeps getting faster. Men are up on their feet as they lock up again, PAGE regains control of PSICO and manages to get behind him, and he ducks an elbow from PSICO and delivers a German Suplex. The force of the throw sends PSICO rolling under the bottom rope and to the outside. PAGE senses an opportunity and stalks PSICO with intent; PSICO gets to his feet and PAGE sprints towards the ropes and Suicide Dives to the outside, only to be caught quickly by PSICO who delivers a flapjack to PAGE, sending him face first into the announcers table.
PSICO has a chance to recover as PAGE is now down; he grabs the chair from the corner of the ring and stalks PAGE. As PAGE gets to his feet PSICO runs like a maniac with the chair at PAGE who ducks and hits a hard shot to PSICO's midsection, PSICO drops the chair behind PAGE as PAGE grabs PSICO's head and delivers a hard DDT into the steel chair.
Both men are down on the outside, as PAGE gets to his feet first, he picks up PSICO and rolls him back into the ring. Instead of rolling into the ring, he takes to the steps and heads to the top rope. PSICO slowly gets to his feet and when he does, he stumbles backwards into the corner; PAGE leaps from the top rope to deliver a huge bulldog. He goes for the cover.
...1
...2
KICKOUT from PSICO!
PAGE begins to get frustrated but he keeps his cool, he starts clubbing PSICO's back as PSICO slowly gets to his feet, PAGE throws himself against the ropes, but as he catapults off of them, he falls straight into the arms of PSICO who delivers a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! PSICO falls into the cover!
...1
...2
No! PAGE kicks out! Desperation move from PSICO again, but he manages to get to his feet, taunting PAGE to get up manically, PAGE gets to his feet and spins around, PSICO goes for a kick to the midsection, but it's caught by PAGE, PSICO lifts his other leg off the canvas and delivers an Enzugiri, PSICO then goes straight for PAGE's legs and locks him in the figure four leg-lock!
The referee asks PAGE if he wants to quit, but it's refused. PSICO puts endless amounts of pressure on the legs of PAGE, but PAGE still refuses to quit, the US Champion showing real heart, he slowly tries to turn the submission around. Somehow he finds it in him to flip the X-Treme Champion over and release the hold. PSICO goes to pick PAGE up off the ground, but PAGE grabs PSICO's head and smashes his skull against PSICO's, PSICO stumbles back, PSICO and PAGE both run at each other, but it's PSICO who's caught with a huge CUTTHROAT! The huge spear sends PSICO crashing into the mat.
PAGE goes for the cover.
...1
...2
NO! PSICO kicks out again! JOSEPH PAGE can't believe it! He gets to his feet and catches his breath for a moment as PSICO is barely even moving. After a few more seconds PAGE moves in but PSICO lifts his leg up and kicks PAGE in the face. PAGE stumbles back a few steps as PSICO instantaneously springs into action... PSICOSIS! He nailed that cutter variation flawlessly! PSICO goes for the cover...
...1
...2
...SHOULDER UP! PSICO looks at the ref a second time still in a bit of disbelief but he quickly pulls JOSEPH PAGE back up to his feet again... PSICOSIS!
He covers PAGE!
...1
...2
...FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!??? PSICO looks at PAGE's foot on the bottom rope and it almost looks like PSICO is laughing to himself...?
PSICO exits the ring and goes under it to produce... several steel chairs!
He very quickly gets about 5 or 6 chairs into the ring and re-enters it himself. PSICO sets up four chairs in their seated positions right in the middle of the ring. He goes over to PAGE and tries pulling him up to his feet but his whole body is like jelly... PSICO struggles to try and get PAGE up to his feet but when he almost does so, PAGE's limp body simply crashes forward into PSICO and he backs up to let him fall face down on the canvas. PSICO looks down at PAGE's head and then over to a couple of the chairs he didn't set up in the middle of the ring yet. PSICO quickly goes and gets a chair which he places under PAGE's head... he then grabs another chair and walks over, lifting the chair high above his head...
SOLO CON-CHAIR-TO! OH MY GOD! JOSEPH PAGE's body is shaking and twitching like he's getting electrocuted as PSICO lifts the chair back up AND DOES IT A SECOND TIME!
THE REFEREE IS BEGGING HIM TO STOP! THE REF JUMPS IN HIS WAY...
CRACK!!!
PSICO BENT THE CHAIR OVER THE REFEREE'S HEAD AND IT STAYED THAT WAY AS THE REF CRASHED DOWN!
The fans are going nuts! This place is insane! PSICO looks out into the sea of screaming fans and realizes one thing... THEY WANT MORE!
He looks down at JOSEPH PAGE's body as he is completely motionless. Blood is seeping from his head on the canvas. PSICO looks at the ref who still has that chair literally bent around his whole head. PSICO places his hands on his hips and takes in a deep breath, looking like he's very at peace with what is surrounding him right now. He's really soaking in this moment for all it's worth here tonight!
PSICO looks at the chairs he set up in the center of the ring and then back down at PAGE...
You can see him nod ever so slightly to himself as he makes his way over to JOSEPH PAGE's broken, beaten, bloody body...
PSICO works very hard to get PAGE's dead weight as close to those seated chairs as possible so he can deliver...
...OH DEAR GOD NO, THAT WILL KILL PAGE!
PSICO doesn't care. He's doing it... He violently yanks PAGE right into position and OH MY GOD JOSEPH PAGE WITH A PSICOSIS ON PSICO!!!
CRASH!!! JOSEPH PAGE LEAPED RIGHT OVER THE FOUR SEATED CHAIRS IN THE PROCESS OF HITTING THE MOVE, DRIVING PSICO RIGHT THROUGH THEM!!!
PSICO is pretty much broken to pieces but not unconscious... he's holding his throat and appears to be gagging from the shock of how he landed. PSICO's throat came down right across one of the backs of those seated chairs when PAGE hit him with the PSICOSIS and PAGE quickly covers PSICO as the fans can't believe their eyes! Holy shit! A second referee races down to the ring and slides in to deliver the count!
...1!!!
...it's one of those moments where time almost stands still...
...2!!!
...the ref's hand comes down in what seems like slow motion...
...THREE!!!
A MASSIVE ROAR overtakes the entire arena! JOSEPH PAGE has somehow come back after all of that and won this match! Ladies and gentlemen, the United States Champion & NEW X-Treme Champion... still undefeated... JOSEPH PAGE!!!
WINNER: JOSEPH PAGE
MAIN EVENT
1-on-1
THE XWF/TNA CHAMPIONSHIP
Challenger: MIKE MAYHEM
-vs-
Defending Champ: THE TRISTAN SLATER
Guest Ref:SHANE CARVER
Guest Enforcer:SINCERE LEE WILD
Cage Match
The STEEL CAGE for tonight's main event now surrounds the ring. Standing in the ring is SHANE CARVER and outside on the floor is SINCERE LEE WILD
"The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson hits the speakers to a neutral pop from the Birmingham crowd.
Lights go out all.over the arena.. The lights under the Xtron begin to flicker...
Search lights around the arena search the crowd for Mayhem. When he's spotted the light follows mayhem to the ring, he slides in, get on the top turnbuckle, and points at himself.
Next up...
Instantly upon the music hitting the crowd roars with boo's.
MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING... HE IS THE XWF-TNA CHAMPION... THE TRISTAN SLATER!
THE TRISTAN SLATER steps out in front of the SOLD OUT crowd, proudly displaying the XWF-TNA Championship around his waist. His attention is firmly on the ring and ringside as a smirk graces his face before making his way to the ring. SLATER reaches ringside where he blows a kiss at SINCERE LEE WILD before flicking his tongue between two fingers.
SLATER makes his way up the steeps before entering the Cage. SLATER steps into the ring before unstrapping the XWF-TNA Championship where he holds it high in the air in the center of the ring to louder boo's from the crowd. SLATER's attention then turns towards SHANE CARVER. He holds the Title out towards CARVER's face while he's heard saying.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Stack the deck all you want, this will STILL be mine you chickens**t bastard!
DING....DING....DING...
SLATER shoves the Championship into the chest of CARVER, yet with his back to MIKE MAYHEM we see MAYHEM take advantage by coming up behind SLATER rolling him up with a School Boy! CARVER quickly drops down making a fast count!
SHANE: OneTwoTHRRR
SLATER kicks out where both he and MAYHEM are back to a vertical base with MAYHEM running towards SLATER who turns him inside out with a Closeline From Hell! SLATER's attention draws to CARVER who is shown passing the XWF Championship to LEE WILD through the Cage door. SLATER come up behind CARVER spinning him around before shoving CARVER back into a set of buckles.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: THE F**K IS THAT?!?!?!
CARVER shrugs as SLATER turns his attention back towards MAYHEM who starts to work his way to his feet only to be met with a boot across the back of the neck. SLATER then picks MAYHEM up off the mat before driving him face first into the Cage! SLATER begins to rake the face of young MAYHEM across the mesh of the steel which busts MAYHEM wide open. Once seeing the blood SLATER cranks it into another gear as he spins MAYHEM around before unloading with violent right hands to the open wound of MAYHEM before shooting MIKE across the ring, MAYHEM bounces off the ropes where he's met with a Tilt-A-Whirl back breaker by SLATER. TRISTAN executes the cover. SHANE drops down into position.
MAYHEM kicks out of the blatant slow count by SHANE CARVER to a mixture of laughs and cheers from the crowd! An enraged SLATER reaches his feet where he SWINGS AT CARVER! SHANE BLOCKS the right hand by SLATER before NAILING SLATER with a right hand of his own! The crowd comes unglued as SHANE CARVER takes SLATER by the head before SLAMMING HIM violently face first off the Steel Cage! CARVER takes TRISTAN by the hair completely across the ring before driving him Face First into the Cage again sending SLATER to the mat! SLATER'S BLEEDING AT THE HANDS OF SHANE CARVER! SHANE cracks his knuckles before reaching down to pick SLATER up only to be met by a low blow by a bloody SLATER!
The crowd boo's intently as SLATER reaches his feet, blood flowing from his head, down his chest. Yet his fight ISN'T with SHANE...MIKE MAYHEM, blood flowing from his head comes up behind SLATER where he spins him around nailing him with a right hand only to be met with a rake across the eyes by SLATER. SLATER takes the blinded MAYHEM where he bounces him face first off the Cage again sending MAYHEM back to the mat. SLATER turns his attention towards the CAGE door. As he walks towards the door SINCERE LEE WILD pull a Pad Lock out from between her breast where she then locks the door! SINCERE LEE WILD flips off THE TRISTAN SLATER to a pop from the crowd. SLATER wipes the blood from his face before turning around where he's met with a SUPERKICK by SHANE CARVER! SLATER's been knocked out cold! CARVER makes his way over to a very bloody MAYHEM before DRAGGING MAYHEM towards the CAGE door! The crowd starts to come alive as SINCERE LEE WILD unlocks the Cage door!
CARVER continues to pull MAYHEM towards the door! He gets closer and closer when suddenly the cheers divert into boo's as JOSE CHAVEZ and HANK LANE sprint out from the locker room area! LANE blindsides LEE WILD knocking her to the floor while JOSE slams the Cage door on SHANE CARVER'S face as he attempts to step through the ropes! The boo's intensify as HANK LANE snatches the key out of LEE's sports bra, copping a cheep feel in the process before JOSE and HANK ENTER THE CAGE! HANK shuts the Cage door before locking it! The crowd boo's intently as JOSE and HANK start putting the boots to CARVER! Out on the floor SINCERE LEE WILD begins to reach her feet. She attempts to open the Cage door, yet it's locked. She reaches into her sports bra before taking notice the key has been stolen! The crowd roars as LEE starts CLIMBING THE CAGE! All hell is breaking loose in Birmingham, Alabama!
LEE WILD reaches the top of the Cage before managing to get to her feet. In the ring both JOSE and HANK turn around to see what the commotion is about only to see SINCERE LEE WILD leaps off the top of the Cage with a Flying Cross Body Block on to both CHAVEZ and LANE to a massive HOLY S H I T chant from the crowd! SINCERE begins pounding away at HANK LAND before snatching the key to the Cage back! LEE makes her way over to the door where she unlocks the Cage! LEE WILD comes back over to HANK LANE. She picks him up off the mat before throwing him out the door! Next is JOSE! She picks up JOSE before sending him face first off the Cage before throwing him out to the floor through the door! LEE quickly exits the Cage where she shuts the door padlocking it once again! Order has been restored at the hands of SINCERE LEE WILD! LEE signals to the back, suddenly over a dozen black shirted SECURITY members come down to the ring. LEE instructs them to REMOVE CHAVEZ and LANE! The crowd roars with approval! Meanwhile in the ring we see both SLATER and MAYHEM working their way to their feet, SLATER staggers backwards before turning around where MAYHEM connects with the FALLEN ANGEL SLAM! That's going to do it! We're going to have a new champion! MAYHEM executes the cover on SLATER! He hooks the closest leg! The crowd starts counting as SHANE CARVER starts to stir.MAYHEM calls out to CARVER who finally manages to roll into position to make the count!
SHANE: ONE......TWO........THR...
SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three to a loud gasp from the crowd. MAYHEM was eyelashes away from winning the XWF Championship! The crowd starts rallying behind MAYHEM as he reaches his feet. MAYHEM points towards the Cage door before wiping the blood from his face. MAYHEM starts walking towards the door, yet he turns around before picking up SLATER where he hoists him up for a Second Death Valley Driver! SLATER manages to gouge MAYHEM in the eyes causing MIKE to lose his grip which allows SLATER to slide down the back of MAYHEM, MIKE spins around where he's met with a boot to the midsection by SLATER before being driven violently into the mat with the FLIP PILEDRIVER by SLATER! THE TRISTAN SLATER makes the cover on MAYHEM!
The crowd roars with boo's as "NOT AGAIN" by Staind hits the speakers.
WINNER & STILL XWF-TNA CHAMPION: THE TRISTAN SLATER
SLATER pushes himself up off the mat to his feet where he DEMANDS that SHANE CARVER raise his arm in the air. Reluctantly CARVER does! SHANE lowers SLATER's arm. A camera pans in tight to reveal SLATER and CARVER having words.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Accept my challenge you chickens**t bastard!
CARVER doesn't say anything.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: What's the matter, SHANE! Don't think you can hang?
CARVER doesn't say anything which causes SLATER to shove CARVER! The crowd roars as DANNY WOLF sprints out from the locker room. SINCERE LEE WILD doesn't see him coming as she's shown UNLOCKING the Cage door! WOLF yanks WILD back to the floor before entering the Cage! WOLF comes up behind SLATER spinning him around before taking him down with a double leg take down! WOLF mounts SLATER before hammering away with piston like right hands! CARVER looks on with a smile on his face before exiting the Cage where LEE WILD attempts to enter, yet she's stopped by CARVER before being instructed to LOCK THE DOOR! WILD reluctantly follows orders LOCKING DANNY WOLF and THE TRISTAN SLATER in the Cage! WOLF continue to pound away at a bloody SLATER before picking him up off the mat! WOLF drives SLATER face first into the CAGE! SLATER bounces off the Cage where he's met with a stiff closeline by WOLF which sends SLATER to the mat. WOLF soaks in the pop from the crowd before picking a Bloody SLATER up off the mat before taking him face first into the Cage where he begins raking SLATER'S face across the mesh of the steel! SLATER screams out in pain as WOLF is like a man possessed! WOLF shoots SLATER across the ring, SLATER ducks under a closeline attempt by WOLF, WOLF spins around where he's met with a boot to the midsection! SLATER looks to deliver the Flip Piledriver to WOLF! WOLF counters with a back body drop on SLATER! WOLF runs toward the ropes where he bounces off the ropes before drilling SLATER with the ANIMAL INSTINCT! DANNY reaches his feet to a solid reception from the crowd. He walks towards the Cage demanding a microphone. The microphone is thrown over the top of the Cage for WOLF'S use.
WOLF: You see TRISTAN, this is what happens when you take your eyes of the game, this is what happens when you give yourself an easy ride against inferior opponents. You forget. You forgot about the people you really need to worry about, and you forgot about the fact that I am still gunning for your XWF Championship.
TRISTAN begins to stir on the ground.
WOLF: I realised something, I realised that to take out the animal that is Homicide, I need to remove its head. I'm tired of wasting my time with your subservient yes men, and I'm tired of watching you beat nobodies so you can give yourself a pat on the back and say 'job done'.
TRISTAN pulls himself to the corner and slowly tries to pull himself up.
WOLF: I've always said that your arrogance is going to be your downfall, and every person in this arena has just witnessed proof of that right here tonight. Your arrogance lead you to chase a match with CARVER, your arrogance lead you to forget about the biggest threat you face in this company and your arrogance will lead you to losing your XWF Championship.
WOLF: SHANE CARVER isn't your number one priority, TRISTAN. Your number one priority is, and always has been...
WOLF drops the mic and as TRISTAN stumbles out of the corner as WOLF nails him with the ANIMAL INSTINCT! Danny picks himself up, grabs the mic and leans over TRISTAN.
WOLF: ME.
The crowd explodes as DANNY WOLF drops the microphone on top of the chest of SLATER as Saturday Night Impact leaves the air.
