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 21st, 2012
Live from the Allstate Arena - Rosemont Illinois!
The show kicks off with SHANE CARVER making his way out to the ring with a tomato in his hand. The opening fireworks are all still blasting off as SHANE calmly walks to the ring and grabs a microphone. Once in the ring, SHANE gently places the tomato in the center of the ring and he sets the microphone down right next to the tomato...
SHANE backs up a couple of steps...
He looks around at the fans mischievously...
He rubs both of his hands together and begins to smile wickedly...
SPLAT!!!!!
He jumped up and delivered a crushing knee drop to the tomato! The microphone picked up the sickening sounds of the splat for everyone to hear.
SHANE CARVER looks down at the red remnants of tomato in the middle of the ring and then looks down at his knee which is also covered in it. He slowly picks up the microphone and raises it to his lips...
CARVER: That's right... SPLAT!!! I think my actions here tonight speak for themselves. Everyone knows what will happen if I don't get my way. Let's move on to the first match of the evening! And who's got my damn potato!?
SHANE drops the mic and walks out of the ring, questioning some of the fans along the way about whether or not they have his potato. Once he starts making his way up the ramp he is violently swinging at his pant leg to get all of the tomato residue off, but he's swatting at the wrong leg...
1-on-1
MIYAMOTO MASASHI
-vs-
MYSERY
Standard Match
The arena blacks out and a spot light shines on the stage as the crowd pops GraveYard Disciple begans to play and MIYAMOTO MASASHI makes his way to the ring with the spotlight following him. He enters the ring and lifts his head to the heavens. Pyro explodes one at a time from the corners of the ring... He turns and awaits his opponent.
Snuff by Slipknot blares over the PA system and the arena hushes in anticipation. MYSERY walks through the curtain and lifts his arms. The crowd pops. He runs to the ring and slides under the ropes.
MASASHI charges to meet him and blasts him with a jumping knee strike to the skull. MYSERY hits the ground but tries to spring back up. MASASHI grabs him by the skull bent by the waist and launches knee after knee into his temples. MYSERY backs into the turnbuckle, desperate to get back on the offense. MASASHI pulls him back by the arms and forces him into piledriver position! Going for the win early! GOTCH STYLE PILEDRIVER! MYSERY's head and neck crash unnaturally into the mat. COVER! MASASHI hooks the inside leg....
1....
2...
KICKOUT! MYSERY rolls his shoulder off the mat. MASASHI springs back up, undeterred by MYSERY's endurance. He stays on MYSERY wrapping his arms around MYSERY's waist. MYSERY swings a wild elbow! MASASHI ducks and heaves MYSERY back into the mat! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! MASASHI grabs the outside leg this time! COVER!
1...
2...
KICKOUT! MYSERY this time kicks his legs up, forcing MASASHI off of his shoulders. MASASHI takes a step back and waits by the ropes, his eyes burning with fury. MYSERY pulls himself up off the mat, bending at the waist. MASASHI sprints, MYSERY's forehead rebounding off his knee. RUNNING KNEE LIFT! MYSERY is busted wide open, blood running down his skull... but the shot doesn't bring him down... MASASHI stands angry. He kicks MYSERY in the skull, which forces him backwards into the ropes. Suddenly, MYSERY rebounds! CLOTHESLINE! He charges through MASASHIand bounces off the opposite ropes! MASASHI rolls with the impact and tries to fight back to his feet. CLOTHESLINE! MASASHI hits the mat hard this time and has to work his way back to his feet. MYSERY runs again! CLO- MASASHI rolls under! MYSERY turns and MASASHI catches him with a high front kick! MYSERY hits the ground hard!
MASASHI signals to the crowd. He's going to end it here! He runs to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He turns to face his opponent. But MYSERY is already off his feet. He pops MASASHI square across the jaw. MASASHI sits on the top turnbuckle, still fighting dizziness. MYSERY climbs to the second rope and wraps his opponent into suplex position. He lifts... SUPERPLEX! In the center of the ring, the mat shakes! MYSERY turns over and covers...
1...
2...
KICKOUT! MASASHI barely gets his shoulder up. MYSERY leaps off his opponent, blood trickling down his face, his face grinning. He's in his element. MASASHI rolls to his feet and rests in the corner. MYSERY charges and hits a running clothesline! He then turns and wraps his arm around MASASHI's skull! He runs out of the corner! BULLDOG!
MYSERY lifts his arms for the crowd! They pop! He's going to end it here! MASASHI works his way to his feet... MYSERY goes to lift him into torture rack position....
MASASHI scrapes the face and eyes. MYSERY's hands spring to his eyes. MASASHI kicks him in the gut and sends MYSERY down hard with a ddt, then quickly pulls him to his feet and puts him in a front face lock. MYSERY is about to be in a world of hurt, the front face lock is just the beginning stage to MIYAMOTO's Destroy Suplex!
Wait... WHAT THE HELL?!?!?
A woman dressed in all white has just jumped the barricade and hopped onto the ring apron. Both the referee and MIYAMOTO turn their attention to the woman and MIYAMOTO even throws MYSERY to the mat letting him out of the front facelock. While the referee tries to talk the woman into getting off the apron MIYAMOTO has other plans and charges at her attempting a clothesline but the woman drops down off the apron before he can connect. MIYAMOTO then begins yelling at the woman only to turn around right into THE DOWNFALL! MYSERY slams MIYAMOTO to the mat hard with his version of reverse death valley drop and then climbs on top of him for the pin.
1...
2...
THREE!
WINNER: MYSERY
With the match over, Snuff by Slipnot begins to blare over the p.a. system as the referee raises MYSERY's hand. Meanwhile outside the ring there the lady in white is still causing a disturbance by arguing with three security guards. MYSERY rolls outside of the ring and shoves the security guards out of the way as he and the woman in white grab microphones and he escorts her into the ring.
Woman: Ladies and gentlemen I know some of you are well aware of who I am but for those of you who live under a rock like those XWF security guards, the name is CELEBRITY VALENTINA.
There's a slight reaction from some of the people in the crowd who recognize her but there's also a pretty good chance they're cheering because there's a hot chick talking.
CELEBRITY: Now I recently signed a limited participation contract with the XWF and what that means is that I will be wrestling here just not every week. However I do plan on being at every show so I figured that I would pick up a couple of clients to manage. I didn't want to pull a JAMES RAVEN and take the easy route of "helping" somebody who is already clearly a dominant force here in the XWF though. No, I want to lend my expertise to people with the potential to be a dominant force in the XWF but haven't established themselves yet. This is where MYSERY comes in, he is new to the XWF and I see nothing but potential when I look at him. With me by his side there's no question that he'll be an unstoppable force here in the XWF very, very soon.
MYSERY: I told you all that that a storm was coming, well the wind has started to reach dangerous speeds, the dark clouds have begun to roll in, and lightning has begun to strike all around you. This is just the beginning XWF, the true power of the storm will be unleashed very soon. So duck and cover, cower in your storm shelters, and pray to god that MYSERY doesn't have his sights set on you because if he does....
MYSERY lets out a bone chilling laugh.
MYSERY: If he does nothing in the world is going to be able to protect you.
With that MYSERY drops the mic and the two of them get ready to make their way backstage when MR.NATURAL appears on the X-tron.
MR.NATURAL: Hold on you two I don't know what kind of storm you've got cooked up but the three of us need to sit down and talk some business. So come see the he 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time, 12 time World Heavyweight Champion. ASAP!
The X-tron goes black as MYSERY and CELEBRITY continue making their way backstage. What exactly are we seeing develop here?
The scene fades back to the loading dock of the arena where a black limo is shown pulling into the building. The crowd buzzes with anticipation. Is it Centurion, a legend who is making a one night return tonight? Could it be another Legend from the XWF's past? The limo pulls to a smooth stop. Second pass before the back passenger side door opens up. We hear boo's break out from inside the arena as XWF-TNA CHAMPION THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown exiting the limo! SLATER is dressed in jeans, a wife beater, and tan flip flops. He tosses the XWF-TNA Championship over his right shoulder before stepping to the side as JAMES RAVEN is the next to exit the limo to a mixed reaction by the XWF faithful. Questions have been brewing since JAMES RAVEN, a usual crowd favorite has hand selected THE TRISTAN SLATER to manage. The duo start making their way into the actual building where they're approached by STEVE SAYORS
STEVE SAYORS: TRISTAN SLATER.. JAMES RAVEN! Can I get a moment?
THE TRISTAN SLATER glances a "WTF" look towards this nerd before spouting out.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: THA F**K you call me?
STEVE SAYORS: TRISTAN SLATER...
RAVEN leans in and starts patting STEVE across the back while stating.
JAMES RAVEN: THAT'S THE TRISTAN SLATER to you.
RAVEN blows STEVE off.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Don't forget it!
Both JAMES RAVEN and THE TRISTAN SLATER are shown walking off as the scene fades back to ringside.
1-ON-1
MIKE MAYHEM
-VS-
MR. NATURAL
Standard Match
Both men lock up but it's MIKE MAYHEM who quickly takes MR. NATURAL down with an inside leg sweep and then clubs him with his forearm right across the skull. He goes for an early cover!
...1
...KICKOUT! MR. NATURAL rolls out of the way of an elbow drop from MAYHEM and quickly gets up to put the boots to MAYHEM! He stomps away on MAYHEM repeatedly and then starts kicking him in the side and in the head until MAYHEM rolls out under the bottom rope. MR. NATURAL decides to jump over the top rope at MIKE MAYHEM but MAYHEM is ready for him! KILLSTREAK! (i.e. Reversed Rock Bottom!) He caught MR. NATURAL and almost broke him into pieces with that! The fans at ringside are going crazy as MAYHEM pulls MR. NATURAL right back up and slides him into the ring. MAYHEM goes in after him and hooks the leg for the cover...
...1
...2
...KICKOUT! The fans can't believe it!
MIKE MAYHEM immediately goes back to work with a flurry of stomps, quick elbow drops, and knee drops. MR. NATURAL is having a very hard time recovering as he tries to block these shots but can't. MAYHEM kicks MR. NATURAL so hard that he rolls out of the ring and plops down with a sickening thud on the outside! MAYHEM follows to the outside and he pulls MR. NATURAL up to his feet where he hits another Killstreak! That's the second time he's hit that move on the outside tonight! MR. NATURAL looks like he's completely out cold!
MIKE MAYHEM looks out into the crowd with intense eyes for a few moments and then turns his attention back down to MR. NATURAL. He scoops him up and slams him down onto the ring apron, then pushes him under the bottom rope into the ring. MAYHEM takes his time walking over to the steel steps and stepping up them slowly before entering the ring. MAYHEM looks down at MR. NATURAL with a look of confidence. MAYHEM reaches down and grabs ... OH MY GOD SMALL PACKAGE! NATURAL rolled MAYHEM up out of nowhere as the ref dives in for the count...
...1
...2
...THREE!!! HE DID IT! MAYHEM explodes out of the pin as MR. NATURAL springs up to his feet and falls into the ropes to catch his balance. MAYHEM slams his fists down in anger as MR. NATURAL celebrates on his way up the ramp and to the back!
WINNER: MR. NATURAL
MIKE MAYHEM can't believe how the match turned like that and he argues with the ref a little more before finally making his way toward the back. A few seconds after he goes to the back, the X-Tron lights up with footage of MIKE MAYHEM in the back area... it looks like a fight just broke out as soon as MAYHEM hit the backstage area!
MAYHEM: You son of a bitch!
MIKE MAYHEM screams out at a man who the crowd has seen earlier this week on XWF TV. SID has apparently attacked MIKE MAYHEM intending to make a statement.
MAYHEM has him overpowered against the wall hitting him with knees to the gut. However, as MIKE MAYHEM brings back his right hand for a huge punch, SID breaks free of MAYHEM'S grip, and moves out of the way forcing MICHAEL to punch the wall.
MICHAEL screams out in pain as he shakes out his hand.
SID: Come on.
MAYHEM turns around and SID takes him down with a double leg before pummeling him on the ground. MAYHEM defends and eventually makes his way up to his feet pushing SID into the VIP table.
SID halts himself, and an angered MICHEAL MAYHEM charges at him, and SID ducks back body dropping MICHAEL MAYHEM through the VIP table.
The crowd goes quiet as the new guy looks down at the incapacitated man with little expression on his face.
SID: Next week.
He says in an even tone before walking away, leaving MICHAEL MAYHEM to start moving a little on the ground.
The X-Tron comes to life and the fans let out a pop as SHANE CARVER is seen standing at the corner of Touhy Ave and Mannheim Rd, just outside of the Allstate Arena. Traffic wizzes by him as he starts to mutter to himself.
CARVER: Gotta find some potatoes... come on, where could potatoes be?
CARVER'S eyes light up as he looks across the street and sees a Burger King standing before him.
CARVER: Burger King has to have potatoes... they have fries, fries have potatoes in them. Makes sense!
CARVER steps into the intersection and we hear the sound of screeching tires followed by the loud beep of the horn of an automobile. The driver of the automobile rolls his window down and screams obscenities but CARVER simply smiles, nods, and waves as he continues across the street. He finally gets to the other side of the intersection and walks up to the doors of the Burger King, making his grand enterance. As he enters, he notices that the establishment is empty. Rather than walking up to the counter, CARVER stands just inside the doorway and looks around, confused.
CARVER: Can I get some service please?
One of the employees behind the counter, a young man in his late teens looks around, confused.
YOUNG MAN: Um, dude... you just come up here.
CARVER walks up to the young man and starts to speak.
CARVER: I'd like one bag of potatoes please.
The young man looks around, still confused.
YOUNG MAN: You mean fries?
CARVER slams his hands down on the counter.
CARVER: Did I say fries? I don't want fries, fries are gross and unhealthy! I want potatoes! One bag, please!
The young man looks behind him at another employee and motions for him to come forward.
YOUNG MAN: Dude, this guy wants potatoes... can we give someone potatoes?
EMPLOYEE: You mean fries?
YOUNG MAN: No man... like potato potatoes.
The other employee looks at SHANE CARVER and smiles.
EMPLOYEE: Sorry, potatoes aren't on the menu. You have to order something on the menu.
Upon hearing this information, CARVER looks like he's going to lose it.
CARVER: Look, you have fries. Fries are made out of potatoes. You have to have potatoes. GET... ME... POTATOES!
The two young men look at each other for a second when suddenly a middle aged overweight female employee who had previously been manning the drive-thru walks up to them.
WOMAN: What's going on here?
EMPLOYEE: Dude wants potatoes.
WOMAN: Potatoes?
CARVER: Can you get me potatoes?
WOMAN: No.
CARVER is fuming mad at this point but before he can do anything drastic the WOMAN speaks up.
WOMAN: Let me get the manager.
CARVER smiles.
CARVER: That would be delightful.
The woman disappears into the back of the establishment and moments later comes out.
CARVER'S jaw drops as the woman steps to the side and we see that standing in front of the entrance to the managers office is none other than...
former XWF World Heavyweight Champion... PSYKO STEVO!
CARVER: Holy shit, is that PSYKO STEVO?
The two young men look at each other, confused. STEVO immediately rushes up to the counter.
STEVO: Hey, you guys are excused for a minute... I can handle this.
The two young men look at each other, still confused, but each take a few steps back. STEVO looks at SHANE and then looks down at the counter.
STEVO: So SHANE... you found me. Um, welcome to Burger King! What can I help you with?
SHANE: Potatoes! I need some potatoes!
STEVO looks at SHANE, confused.
STEVO: Potatoes?
CARVER: Yes!
STEVO: Um, that's a kind of weird request... but okay.
STEVO walks to the back room and quickly emerges with a large bag of potatoes, which he sets down on the counter.
CARVER: What do I owe you?
STEVO: Don't worry about it SHANE, it's on me.
CARVER shines a beaming smile before picking up the bag of potatoes. He turns to leave, but then turns back.
CARVER: Say STEVO... why are you working at a Burger King?
STEVO sighs.
STEVO: Well, things were going well with the XWF... then I took a few shots to the head, got concussed, and the doctors wouldn't clear me to wrestle.
CARVER: So you went to Burger King?
STEVO: No, I went to prison.
CARVER: Prison?
STEVO: Yea, tax evasion. Staying in the XWF was my only chance at paying off my back taxes. That fell through which meant my contract with the XWF fell through which meant my deal with the IRS fell through. I went to federal prison.
CARVER looks down at his potatoes.
CARVER: WESLEY SNIPES treatment, eh? Well, that sucks.
STEVO smiles.
STEVO: Yea, but I'm out now... and I've myself a pretty good gig here with Burger King.
CARVER: It looks like it, I mean, UNLIMITED potatoes? Sweet setup.
STEVO looks at SHANE, confused.
STEVO: Um, sure.
CARVER looks down and gasps, he then reaches in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.
CARVER: Oh shit, that's right... I have a show to run.
STEVO: Show?
CARVER: Yea, the XWF is in town! We're right across the street! You should come check it out! I'm the owner!
STEVO looks down at the counter.
STEVO: You're the owner? Well at least that incompetant idiot JON BROWN is gone. I'd love to come, but, I gotta work tonight SHANE, no can do.
SHANE sets the potatoes down and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out two tickets to the XWF's next show and sets them down on the counter.
CARVER: Well, then come to next weeks show. We can talk about you returning to action!
STEVO: SHANE, I can't accept these... I have no intentions of returning to action.
CARVER: What? Why not?
STEVO: Wrestling is a young mans game... those days are well behind me. I got nothing to offer anymore.
SHANE look at STEVO and shrugs his shoulders.
CARVER: Well, at least swing by and say hello!
SHANE turns his back to STEVO and starts to walk towards the exit.
STEVO: SHANE, I really can't accept this...
CARVER: Consider them as payment for the potatoes! Sorry buddy, gotta run! See you next week! Bring more potatoes!
SHANE, just as quickly as he entered... exits the Burger King, leaving PSYKO STEVO looking down at the tickets on the counter, a look of curiosity in his eye.
STEVO: Hmm....
And we cut back to the arena...
3-ON-3
GRIFFIN MACALISTER
DONATHAN DE SADE
CALEB ROTHCHILD
-VS-
DEVANTE PARKER
"Bonesaw" BOBBY MERCER
ANTHONY DOUGLAS
Tag Match, 1 Fall
X-treme Rules
Everyone has made their way to the ring except for DONATHAN DE SADE. During the week in his promo he had met up with SHANE CARVER and convinced CARVER to allow him late entry into this match. GRIFFIN MACALISTER and CALEB ROTHCHILD don't seem pleased about this as they discuss who should start the match.
The match begins with GRIFFIN MACALISTER starting for his team and BOBBY MERCER for his. The two lock up and MERCER quickly Irish whips MACALISTER into the ropes but MACALISTER uses the momentum to come back toward MERCER with a flying shoulder tackle that sends MERCER falling back into the ropes. MACALISTER follows up by charging at MERCER and clotheslining him over the ropes to the outside! MACALISTER and MERCER both tumble to the outside as ANTHONY DOUGLAS and DEVANTE PARKER storm into the ring but they're met by a huge double clotheseline from CALEB ROTHCHILD!
ROTHCHILD kicks PARKER in the stomach and sends him rolling out of the ring but this gives DOUGLAS time to catch ROTHCHILD in the back with a clubbing forearm. The referee struggles to break up ROTHCHILD and DOUGLAS, sending both men back to their corner as the two legal men continue to battle on the outside...
GRIFFIN MACALISTER and BOBBY MERCER exchange blows until MACALISTER surprises MERCER with a jumping knee to the face. MERCER stumbles back and MACALISTER runs at him, spearing him right into the ring steps! The steps go flying loose as MERCER crashes down holding his back in great pain. The ref yells at GRIFFIN to get back in the ring and he eventually does get back in so he can tag CALEB ROTHCHILD into the match!
ROTHCHILD enters the ring just as BOBBY MERCER is crawling back in under the bottom rope, still in great pain. ROTHCHILD goes to work on him with a few well placed boots and then as MERCER struggles to get to his feet, ROTHCHILD takes him right back down with the BAD HABIT! (i.e. reverse verticle suplex!) He covers MERCER...
...1
...2
...ANTHONY DOUGLAS breaks it up by kicking ROTHCHILD hard in the head! DOUGLAS keeps attacking ROTHCHILD with furious stomps, kicks, and other various strikes until the referee finally gets DOUGLAS to go back to his corner. In the meantime this has given MERCER a chance to tag in DEVANTE PARKER!
PARKER rushes into the ring and catches ROTHCHILD with a running clothesline. ROTHCHILD quickly gets back up and runs right into a hiptoss from PARKER. ROTHCHILD gets back up, now in his corner, and tags in GRIFFIN MACALISTER! GRIFFIN charges into the ring and ducks under a shot from PARKER, continuing to run into the ropes and bouncing off of them with a flying clothesline that takes PARKER down! He goes for a second clothesline as PARKER starts to stand but PARKER reverses it into an arm bar takedown. PARKER quickly tags ANTHONY DOUGLAS in and both men begin stomping on MACALISTER's arm until he rolls out of the ring. PARKER goes to his corner while DOUGLAS exits the ring in hot pursuit of MACALISTER who quickly rounds the corner and then slides back into the ring himself as DOUGLAS follows. When DOUGLAS enters the ring he's caught by a double axe handle across the back of the head and then several knees to the head. MACALISTER pulls DOUGLAS up to his feet but DOUGLAS blocks a kick by catching MACALISTER's foot and spins him around... MONSOON RAIN! (i.e. Reverse DDT into Dragon Sleeper!)
DOUGLAS has it locked in!
BAM!
ROTHCHILD catches DOUGLAS in the back of the head with a buzzsaw kick to break the hold! DEVANTE PARKER rushes into the ring and begins trading blows with CALEB ROTHCHILD as ANTHONY DOUGLAS gets back to his feet. He grabs the distracted CALEB and hits HIGH NOON! (i.e. Diamond Cutter!)
CALEB ROTHCHILD and GRIFFIN MACALISTER are both down!
ANTHONY DOUGLAS and DEVANTE PARKER both look down at them and then PARKER goes to pick MACALISTER up... but DOUGLAS grabs him my the shoulder to spin him around into the HIGH NOON! He hit it on his own partner!!!
BOBBY MERCER is still over at ringside in his own corner as ANTHONY DOUGLAS now glares over to him but quickly turns his attention back down to GRIFFIN MACALISTER who is starting to stir.
Suddenly, something very peculiar happens...
ANTHONY DOUGLAS holds his neck in sudden pain but at a second glance... what the?!?!? There's a dart sticking out of his neck!
He pulls the dart from his neck and throws it down on the canvas as the referee shrugs his shoulders.
After a few seconds DOUGLAS turns his attention back down to MACALISTER and pulls him up... but then has to hold on to MACALISTER to keep his balance? MACALISTER shoves DOUGLAS back into his own corner inadvertently where BOBBY MERCER tags himself in!
ANTHONY DOUGLAS collapses in his corner as the referee checks on him now. BOBBY MERCER and GRIFFIN MACALISTER begin going toe to toe, trading punches until a man suddenly appears from out of the crowd!
IT'S DONATHAN! HE HAS ARRIVED!
Although he is certainly not dressed to compete here tonight as he's fully decked out in a very expensive looking suit along with his trademark fedora atop his head.
DE SADE appears to have some kind of straw or tube in his hand. He reaches up and takes a feathered dart from the band of his fedora and loads the dart into the tube and then takes aim...
...and he scores!
The dart lands right in the side of BOBBY MERCER's neck! MERCER screams and pulls the dart out of his neck but the referee misses all of this because he's still checking on ANTHONY DOUGLAS who is out cold in the corner!
DONATHAN DE SADE smiles as he watches what unfolds next...
BOBBY MERCER begins to twitch wildly and drool like an animal with rabies! MERCER is definitely suffering a much different effect than DOUGLAS did!
MERCER's skin begins to turn red as sweat starts pouring down his forehead and all down his body. He's overheating and going into convulsions!
GRIFFIN MACALISTER isn't quite sure what to make of this, but CALEB ROTHCHILD is begging to be tagged in so GRIFFIN grants his with by tagging him in. ROTHCHILD quickly rushes across the ring to where ANTHONY DOUGLAS is still out cold and he pulls him right up into a few knees to the face before driving him down with a crushing face buster! That's the DRIVING FORCE!
ROTHCHILD quickly kicks DEVANTE PARKER out of the ring just as he was starting to recover from earlier, leaving BOBBY MERCER in the middle of the ring twitching and drooling all over himself. ROTHCHILD looks a little caught off guard by how messed up MERCER looks but DONATHAN DE SADE from ringside gives him a big tip of his cap along with a smile. DE SADE starts making his way toward the back as ROTHCHILD looks down at MERCER and easily plucks him up into... THE EXPLOSION! (i.e. Caleb will quickly hook his opponent with a waist lock, putting his head under their arm, then exploding with quickness lifting the opponent, dropping them with all of his weight into it, having them land on their head and neck!)
The fans let out a resounding "Ooooooooh" as he lands the move and then aggressively covers MERCER, hooking the leg as DONATHAN DE SADE can be seen at the top of the ramp now, counting along with the referee...
...1
...2
...THREE!!!
WINNERS: DONATHAN DE SADE, GRIFFIN MACALISTER, & CALEB ROTHCHILD
The crowd cheers as "Say This Sooner" by The Almost blares out of the P.A systems and plays throughout the arena. A casually dressed JOSEPH PAGE with a beltless waist emerges from backstage and wastes no time strolling down the ramp. PAGE walks around the ring and grabs a microphone from a decorated basket filled with them- CARVER's idea-and rolls into the ring. PAGE leans onto the ropes and smiles as he waits for the crowd to become less rowdy.
PAGE: Okay, okay; calm down I have a few things to say.
The crowd quiets down and PAGE begins to pace back and forth as he tries to get his thoughts together.
PAGE: I'm not the type of guy to just come out and talk. I usually just, you know, sleep in the back and wait for the memo that my match is coming up in 5 minutes then I come out and try to give you guys the best JOSEPH PAGE that I can.
The crowd begins to chant "The Best" repeatedly.
PAGE: No, we're not going to start chanting things based on what I say. We're just not, so stop it.
The crowd quiets down to a few audible chants, so PAGE continues.
PAGE: Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, I don't come out here at all unless I need to. So, the question is: "What the hell are you doing here then, PAGE?" Well, allow me to answer that question with no sentimentality present within my words. Tonight is, unfortunately, my last match.
The crowd is a mess of mixed reactions as PAGE continues.
PAGE: Listen, I enjoy this job with all my heart, but it's cutting into my family life and I don't want my child to grow up knowing his father could be there, but he just wasn't because he appreciated a crowd more then he appreciated his own son. I don't want that because it's not the truth; I love my family.
The crowd begins "Stay" chants, but PAGE continues.
PAGE: So, after my match tonight; I'm going to willingly hand my titles over to SINCERE LEE WILD and retire.
PAGE shrugs as the chants continue.
PAGE: I'm sorry XWF for wasting your time on me, I'm sorry fans for riding your hearts and I'm sorry SLATER for not being able to compete for our match next week. I hope that in time you'll all be able to forgive me.
PAGE is serious as he looks into the crowd with a grim face and frown. After a while of seeing a few tears and hearing a few more chants he smiles largely.
PAGE: I'm just kidding!
The crowd is shocked as PAGE laughs while leaning against a near turnbuckle to keep his balance.
PAGE: You guys thought I was serious!? What wrong with you, why would I quit now when I'm barley at the top of my game?
PAGE pretends to wipe away few fictional tears.
PAGE: You guys are funny; I mean I could literally hear the hearts drop.
PAGE takes a deep breath as the crowd comes back to life and cheers.
PAGE: Okay, what I'm really here for is to see a match that I'm obviously holding back time-wise, but I have my reasons. You see I was approached by...
PAGE pulls out a piece of paper and begins to read off of it.
PAGE: By "The Hollywood Kid" JUSTIN "Justice" COLE.
He casually puts the paper back into his pockets and continues talking.
PAGE: So, I was approached by him to be in his corner during his match and I'm like sure, whatever. COLE was serious, though, and when I realized he was serious I was like damn, how do I let this kid down easy, but then it hit me. "JOSEPH, you don't have to corner his match, but you could watch it in the back like the XWF fan you used to be only this time you're a Champion". ZYDECO made it clear that none of his guys would be interfering in this match and that they'll stay in the back, so that's what I'll be doing in order to keep this match fair.
PAGE nodded in thought and he begins to pace once again.
PAGE: Because I'm not an enforcer nor am I a guardIAN, but as I said before I am a Champion and that leaves me with certain privileges to keep the match at its desired pace.
PAGE smiles as he continues.
PAGE: I'm aware of the rules of a standard match and I'm also aware of the rules of being a man. So, I'm throwing out some last minute stipulations. If ZYDECO wins fairly then I'll give him his title match the week after my bout with Tristan Slater, but if he wins unfairly and technically illegally considering the rules AND if he attacks COLE after the match then not only will he have to fight me, but it'll be in a non-title match and I'll give COLE a chance at the United States Championship instead. That's right ZYDECO; I'm expecting these things to happen because you're predictable. Same rules and stipulations go for COLE, though, but I doubt he'll play dirty.
The crowd cheers at PAGE's newly set stipulations. He continues.
PAGE: One thing needs to be said, though. I'm not doing this because I'm peachy with anybody, alright? In the past I've made it clear that allies don't define me and my successes; I do. The reason I'm doing this is simply because I can AND I'm hoping to see ZYDECO lose miserably. The idiot says that I've been ducking him for weeks as if I didn't accept his idiotic challenge or as if I'm afraid of someone like him. I'll say it once and I'll say it again: a Threepeat-I stole that from someone-against Mr. Natural doesn't make you a monster and it never will, you 400lb LOSER.
PAGE shook his head in disappointment.
PAGE: Look at me out here wasting my time on a no name chump like ZYDECO; I must be bored.
PAGE looks at his watch-less wrist and frowns.
PAGE: Well, guys I've got to go back to my locker room because this match was supposed to start about seven minutes ago. I'll be awake watching this match kids, so make this a good one and remember not to feel bad if you lose because everybody loses.
The crowd cheers at PAGE's true words.
PAGE: I mean that's what I hear: everybody loses, but I haven't lost yet and I doubt I'm going to lose tonight.
PAGE smiles as he exits the ring smoothly. He begins to walk up the ramp with the microphone and stops.
PAGE: Can somebody play my music?
"Say This Sooner" plays once again as the crowd cheers and JOSEPH PAGE makes his way up the ramp. He drops the microphone before exiting the stage.
1-ON-1
ZYDECO
-VS-
JUSTIN "Justice" COLE
Standard Match
Thunderstruck by AC/DC blares over the PA system as JUSTIN "Justice" COLE walks out with JOSEPH PAGE to a warm welcoming of the fans in Rosemont. Ladies and Gentlemen this match is for one falls introducing first from Hollywood,CA The HollyWood Kid JUSTIN "Justice" COLE. He runs down the ring slapping hands and gets in as the fans roar.
And his opponent from Los Angeles, California weighing 400 pounds the monster ZYDECO. Monster by Skillet plays as a white stretched limo pulls out as ZYDECO and Natural step out to a loud boos. ZYDECO threatens to backhand a few fans as they walk down.
The bell rings and we're off. ZYDECO hits COLE with a big right hand, but COLE answers back with a hard right hand of his own. ZYDECO holds his face while COLE delivers a DDT. COLE goes for an early cover.
...1
...2
Kickout! ZYDECO powers out. COLE goes off the ropes but its met with a huge powerslam that sends the ring shaking. ZYDECO starts to stomp on COLE's chest and slapping him around in the face really disrespecting the young kid. He throws him out of the ring and starts to drink a bottle of water that was handed to him by Natural, not really paying attention to the match. While his back is turned COLE climbs to the top rope and delivers a dropkick to ZYDECO sending the water flying. COLE delivers a moonsault to ZYDECO trying to pin him again.
...1
...2
Kickout! ZYDECO kicks out once again and hits COLE with an elbow to the face. ZYDECO then hits him with a big foot to the face. ZYDECO picks up COLE and tries to deliver THE SILENT ECHOS (F5) but COLE reverses with an arm drag. COLE then starts to stomp away at the ankle of ZYDECO, making the big man scream in pain. Natural runs into the ring with a chair but JOSEPH PAGE stops him hitting him with a right then a left and another right sending the fight to the outside of the ring. COLE then hits ZYDECO with PROJECT X (DUNGEON LOCK). ZYDECO is screaming in absolute pain. The ref ask ZYDECO if he wants to give it up. ZYDECO in desperation and pain hits the ref with a right laying him out cold!
With the ref laid out cold ZYDECO starts to tap out but wait there is no ref. COLE goes to the top rope to perform a high risk move, but Natural shakes the top rope sending COLE down holding his stuff below the belt. Natural and the mystery man start to attack COLE as ZYDECO is still laying in the ring holding his ankle. All of a sudden MIKE MAYHEM runs out with a chair and clears the ring. ZYDECO barely gets back up to his feet. MAYHEM is waiting to give him a chair shot! COLE back up to his feet edges MAYHEM to do it. MAYHEM picks up the chair and turns around and MAYHEM GOES TO HIT COLE... BUT PAGE DROP KICKS MAYHEM TO THE OUTSIDE LEAVING THE CHAIR LAYING IN THE RING!
ZYDECO GOES TO PICK IT UP BUT COLE DELIVERS A DDT RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR AND COVERS ZYDECO. COLE goes for the pin as the referee crawls over, still recovering from the assault earlier...
...1
...2
THREE!!!
WINNER: JUSTIN "JUSTICE" COLE
In the locker room, "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS sits in front of a locker, taping his wrists in red tape. He pauses for a moment, then looks straight ahead, into the camera.
ERIC: Hi there. This is "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS. For those of you who don't know, I've been wrestling for almost thirty years. I've been around a long time, and I've seen this business change, and not always for the better.
ERIC: Back in my day, when you first came into a new territory or organization, you didn't pick a fight with the owner or call out the champion on your first night. No, back then we had this little thing called respect. Respect for the business. Respect for the craft. Respect for the sport of Professional Wrestling. You came in, you took the lay of the land, and you earned a spot by working your ass off every night. Do you know what would happen to someone who called out the champ the first night or took a swing at the boss? If they even bothered to show up for their second night, they'd get the crap kicked out of them. If they weren't a little pantywaist, they might stick around long enough to earn a spot on the roster.
ERIC: Nowadays, every Tom, Dick, and Harry comes in their first night, makes a huge splash, and they're never heard from again. Wasn't it something like four weeks ago that two trailer park boys came in, caused a ruckus, and acted like they were the kings of the tag division? So where are they now? Not here.
ERIC: I realize the nature of this business. People are on the move all the time, but who do you think should get the title shot. The guy who came in and punches out the boss on the first night, or the guy who's earned his spot and proven that he'll be there in the future? Problem is, squeaky wheel gets the oil. And those of us who still respect this business have to put up with the self-centered primmadonnas.
ERIC: Back in my day, men would earn their shot, not have it given to them on their first night. Sometimes, I miss those days.
The camera cuts back to ringside...
1-ON-1
SINISTER
-VS-
MARK FLYNN
Steel Cage Submission Match
Featuring CALEB ROTHCHILD at ringside
The lights dim down, as the steel cage begins to lower. The Chicago Crowd begin to cheer. Eleanor Rigby by The Beatles is played through out the arena, as Mark Flynn comes out with an overblown robe. MARK attempts not to make any eye contact with any of the fans as he walks down the ramp to the ring.
Black crows can been seen all around the arena, as the lights go out. A huge fire explosion followed by St. Anger by Metallica begins to play. SINISTER begins to walk down the ramp to the ring as the Chicago crowd begins to boo him. SINISTER gets to ring side and begins to walk around the ring, and shakes each side of the steel cage. SINISTER finally gets in the ring, as a referee closes the cage door and locks it.
Both men stare each other down, ready to lock up, until "It ain't bragging mother f*cker, if you can back it up" is shouted through the speakers around the arena. Cocky by Kid Rock begins to play, while the lights flicker in the arena. CALEB ROTHCHILD comes out jumping up and down getting hyped as the crowd shows mix emotion. He walks down the ramp, leaning into the crowd every few steps before he reaches the ring. He stands in front of the ring, looking at both SINISTER and MARK. CALEB, then walks around the ring and sits next to the announcer table.
As SINISTER keeps his eyes on CALEB, MARK FLYNN comes up from behind and delivers a Chop Block toe SINISTER'S right leg. MARK quickly gets up and taunts SINISTER to get up. SINISTER gets up to his feet, as MARK begins to taunt the crowd. As MARK continues to taunt the crowd, SINISTER pushes MARK into the steel cage. As MARK bounces his face off the steel cage, SINISTER delivers a German Suplex to MARK. SINISTER slowly gets up, rubbing his leg, begins to stomp on MARK, not giving him time to catch his breathe. SINISTER picks up MARK and Irish-Whips him into the corner but MARK reverses it, by hopping onto the middle turnbuckle and connecting with a Swinging Dropkick to SINISTER. MARK rushes over to SINISTER begins to stomp on SINISTER'S right leg. MARK then applies a Single Leg Boston Crab. The ref begins to ask if SINISTER wants to tap. SINISTER starts to crawl over to the ropes, but MARK pulls him back to the center of the ring.
As MARK wrenches SINISTER'S right leg, he begins to pound on SINISTER'S knee with his free hand. SINISTER begins to crawl to the ropes again, and MARK quickly releases the Boston Crab and applies a Sleeper Hold. When SINISTER gets to the bottom rope, MARK doesn't release the Sleeper Hold. SINISTER then reaches for the second rope and begins to pull himself up from the mat. MARK tightens the hold but SINISTER gets to his feet. MARK releases the hold and pushes SINISTER's face into the Steel Cage. As SINISTER'S head bounces off the cage, MARK reapplies the Sleeper Hold. SINISTER drops to one knee as MARK keeps applying pressure to the hold. SINISTER gets back up to his feet, and walks backward with MARK on his back, smashing MARK into the cage forcing MARK to release the hold.
With MARK still on his back, SINISTER again, smashes MARK into the cage. As MARK lays on the mat, screaming in pain, SINISTER is staring down CALEB. MARK uses the ropes to get to his feet, as SINISTER applies a Sleeper Hold of his own onto MARK.
With the Sleeper Hold still applied, MARK grabs the referee's shirt and pushes him into the cage knocking him out!!!
As the ref is laid out, MARK drops to one knee and begins to tap but there is no one to call for the bell. SINISTER releases the sleeper Hold, and walks over to wake up the referee. As SINISTER is checking on the referee, MARK sneaks up behind and hits SINISTER with another Chop Block to his right leg. MARK then, connects with a nasty DDT as SINISTER'S head bounces off the mat. MARK picks up SINISTER and with an hard irish whip, SINISTER bounces off the steel cage and falling back to the mat. MARK begins to stomp on SINISTER'S right leg, as SINISTER just lays on the mat in pain. MARK then applies the Sharp Shooter, with SINISTER screaming in pain.
The referee slowly drags himself to the middle of the ring, to see if SINISTER will tap. MARK then releases the hold and rolls into a Cross Face on SINISTER. MARK wrenches back and pulls SINISTER'S head further back. SINISTER begins to fade. The ref raises one of SINISTER'S hand in the air...
1!
If SINISTER'S hand lands two more times, this match will be over.
2!
The referee raises one last time.....
NO! SINISTER IS STILL IN THIS MATCH.SINISTER begins to rip MARK'S grip off his face and breaks the hold. Both men get to there feet. SINISTER connects with a clothesline. MARK bounces off the mat and gets back up to be hit by a clothesline from hell!. SINISTER picks MARK up and walks him over to the cage and begins to smash his face into the steel cage. As blood is streaming down MARK'S face, SINISTER begins to rub MARK'S face against the steel cage. SINISTER gives a hard irish whip to ropes, and as MARK is running back toward him, he connects with a stab wound (Spear).
As SINISTER picks up MARK'S lifeless body, MARK rakes the eyes of SINISTER, blinding him. As SINISTER is still blind, MARK begins to climb up the ropes to escape the cage.
As MARK is nearly to the top, SINISTER begins to climb after him but CALEB ROTHCHILD at ringside has grabbed a fan's drink!
CALEB runs up to the cage and splashes the drink up into SINISTER's face and it causes him to lose his grip and fall back into the ring while MARK FLYNN reaches the top!
FLYNN climbs over and down to the outside... and lands on his feet! He has done it!
WINNER: MARK FLYNN
CALEB ROTHCHILD is pleased with his work as he watches SINISTER go absolutely crazy inside of the steel cage! ROTHCHILD slowly backs up the ramp as he points to SINISTER, mouthing something to him before he vanishes to the back.
We cut back to the locker room of HOMICIDE: THE NATURAL ATTRACTION where JOHN SPARTAN, HANK LANE, THE TRISTAN SLATER, MR. XWF, JOSE CHAVEZ and JAMES RAVEN are shown. We join the group in mid conversation.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Fact is after tonight NOBODY will be able to touch us.
THE TRISTAN SLATER glances towards JOSE CHAVEZ. He points to him while speaking in front of the group.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: That man right there is the reason we're all here. Initially JOSE had a vision, and while he might be nursing some nagging injuries he's here to lend support in whatever way he can.
SLATER and JOSE fist bump before TRISTAN continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: All the trash is taken out... tonight! MR. XWF is going to completely destroy Peter Duh-More while JOHN SPARTAN is going to send Centurion right back to Shady Acres Retirement Home where he truly belongs, before he turns around and sides with Hank and I too remove Tax from existence.
THE TRISTAN SLATER's attention is firmly drawn towards HANK LANE and JOHN SPARTAN.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: Gentleman, tonight you're showing the world just how loyal you are to the cause. SHANE CARVER thought that he was going to one up us, he thought he was going to drive a wedge between us... but you proudly told him to f**k off, and I couldn't be prouder. Tonight, your jobs are simple. Rip Tax apart while ensuring that I exit this s**thole they call Allstate Arena still the XWF-TNA Champion!
JOHN SPARTAN: You can count on us!
HANK LANE: We got your back, Champ.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: I knew I could count on you.
JOHN leans towards TRISTAN while softly asking..
JOHN SPARTAN: Is he really with you?
JOHN asks as he points towards JAMES RAVEN who is kicked back on a sofa with his arms behind his head.
THE TRISTAN SLATER:Don't worry about him, he doesn't concern you at the moment. Gentleman, I professed that this faction is now a threat. If you follow me I promise to f**king God Almighty that I WILL take you to the promised land. Right now this company is in an uproar with everyone scratching their heads at WHO can challenge me for MY Championship. Right now everyone is wondering what our next move is... We get through tonight, our next move is adding more Gold to The Natural Attraction!
We fade back to ringside...
1-ON-1
"The King of Wrestling" PETER GILMOUR
-VS-
MR. XWF
X-treme Rules Match
MR. XWF is already in the ring taunting the crowd when suddenly The lights go black in the arena. Cameras flash as we await the next match. Suddenly, 2 bolts of lightning form an x and hit the stage igniting it on fire. We then hear a gong then the ferocious riff of in this moments daddy's fallen angel play out. The crowd is going nuts as Peter Gilmour and rose smith come out together to a huge ovation from the ny crowd, even though we're in ILLINOIS!
Upon the toll of the bell MR. XWF rushes GILMOUR taking him down with a double leg take down. He mounts GILMOUR while hammering away with piston like right hands before picking GILMOUR up off of the mat and throwing him out to the floor! MR. XWF rolls out to the floor where he tosses up the ring apron before pulling out a KENDO STICK! GILMOUR pushes himself to his feet where he's blasted in the ribs by MR. XWF which doubles him over to take a second stiff shot across the back! GILMOUR doesn't go down, instead he's spun around by MR. XWF who shatters the Kendo Stick over the skull of GILMOUR! PETE falls down to the floor.
MR. XWF taunts GILMOUR drawing boo's from the crowd before laying in several stiff boots to the body and face. MR. XWF picks GILMOUR up before throwing him into the security barrier. MR. XWF rushes in towards GILMOUR looking to send him over into the crowd, yet it's GILMOUR who throws a boot up connecting with the face of MR. XWF which staggers MR. XWF backwards. GILMOUR comes forward taking MR. XWF down with a double leg take down before catapulting him into the ring post!
GILMOUR reaches under the ring pulling out a LADDER! He slides the Ladder into the ring before picking MR. XWF up off the floor. GILMOUR drives MR. XWF head first into the ring steps before tossing him back into the ring. GILMOUR slides into the ring after MR. XWF where he reaches his feet. He picks up the Ladder and places it against a set of buckles before turning his attention back towards MR. XWF. GILMOUR picks him up off the mat before whipping him into the LADDER! MR. XWF bounces off the Ladder into a Chokeslam by GILMOUR! The crowd pops as GILMOUR executes the cover.
...1
...2
MR. XWF kicks out! GILMOUR is the first to his feet where he attempts to pick MR. XWF up only to receive a low blow! The crowd boo's as MR. XWF reaches his feet where he takes the Ladder from the corner and lays it across the mat. MR. XWF picks GILMOUR up off the mat looking to deliver the ROCK BOTTOM! GILMOUR frantically fights free with elbows to the side of MR. XWF's head breaking his grasp. GILMOUR scoops MR. XWF up before body slamming him on the Ladder! MR. XWF rolls off the Ladder and out to the floor where he clutches his back. GILMOUR goes out to the floor after MR. XWF where scoops him up looking to ram him into the ring post! MR. XWF slides down the back of GILMOUR before shoving him forward into the ring post! MR. XWF makes his way to the time keeper where he yanks the ring bell from his hands. GILMOUR spins around where he's blasted in the skull with the Ring Bell which busts PETER wide open! MR. XWF looks for the cover on the floor!
...1
...2
GILMOUR kicks out to a pop from the crowd! MR. XWF reaches his feet where he tosses the ring apron back pulling out a Steel Chair. ROSE SMITH comes around the ring to check on GILMOUR. The crowd starts to stir as MR. XWF drops the steel chair before yanking ROSE to her feet by her hair. MR. XWF spins ROSE around before delivering a ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROSE is out cold to boo's from the crowd. MR. XWF turns his attention back towards GILMOUR as he picks up the Steel Chair. MR. XWF swings at GILMOUR with the chair! GILMOUR ducks out of the way causing MR. XWF to blast the ring post causing him to drop the chair!
GILMOUR picks up the steel chair where he belts MR. XWF over the head with a vicious chair shot dropping MR. XWF to the floor! GILMOUR turns his attention to his fallen girlfriend. He picks ROSE up carrying her around the ring. MR. XWF starts to stir where he manages to pick up the Steel Chair. He reaches his feet before coming around the ring and making his way up the ramp where he smacks GILMOUR across the back causing GILMOUR to fall forward landing on top of ROSE! MR. XWF starts putting the boots to GILMOUR once again before picking him up off the ramp. MR. XWF drags GILMOUR towards the top of the ramp.
GILMOUR starts firing away with elbows to the midsection of MR. XWF as the reach the top of the ramp. He manages to break free before hoisting MR. XWF up over his shoulders where he looks to deliver the KILLSWITCH! MR. XWF gouges GILMOUR in the eyes before sliding down his back. GILMOUR spins around where he's driven into the top of the ramp with the ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! MR. XWF executes the cover.
...1
...2
THREE!!!
WINNER: MR. XWF
Back in the office of SHANE CARVER we see SHANE sitting behind his desk playing a game of HOT POTATO with SINCERE LEE WILD when suddenly there's a knock heard coming from his door.
SHANE CARVER: WHAT!
The door opens where a man dressed in a expensive suit enters. In his right hand is a sealed envelope..
FIGURE: SHANE CARVER?
SHANE CARVER: HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT HOT POTATO! HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?
CARVER throws the Potato across the room before slamming both hands on his desk.
SHANE CARVER: YOU'RE STILL HERE!?!?!
The figure tosses the envelope on the desk of CARVER.
FIGURE: You've been served.
The FIGURE exits the room as CARVER takes the envelope and rips the end open with his teeth. He slides out several pieces of stapled paper...
SHANE CARVER: Damn that SLATER...
SINCERE LEE WILD: What is it?
SHANE looks bewildered as the scene fades out.
2-on-2
IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
"The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS
-VS-
"Grand Maester" X
"Juggernaut" JASON MAXXIMUS
Standard Tag Match
Knife Party by Centipede begins playing on the X-Tron as Grand Master X makes his way towards the ring. 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.
X: Now introducing, the great leader who will see you free. The one who shall make you all equal. Stand by for......"Grand Master" X!
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as X awaits his partners entrance.
"Wake up in the mornin' feelin' like P-Diddy. Grab my glasses I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city. Before I leave brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack cause when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back" the lights go to a shade of purple and pink as the bassline of the song picks up and from behind the curtain come both "Juggernaut" JASON MAXXIMUS and Keira MAXXIMUS. JASON stops at the top of the ramp and as he leans down, Keira baseball slides between his legs. They grasp hands and he pulls her back up to her feet. She turns to face him and they smile at one another and high five. They walk down the ramp dancing and having a good time, reacting to the fans and giving high fives and throwing merchandise as they reach the ring. JASON gets to the apron and holds the ropes open for Keira to enter the ring and then rolls backwards over the top rope landing on his feet in the ring.
JASON and X head for their corner and await their opponents.
The lights in the arena dim as a violin plays over the PA. The crowd cheers in anticipation as the music builds to a crescendo, and just as the record scratching hits, two balls of fire ignite from the ring, as the vocals to "Out on Front Street" kick in. The lights come back on to reveal "The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS, dressed in his ring gear and his cloak, kneeling in the center of the ring on his right knee, head raised to the roof and hands pointing to the ceiling. Once the crowd realizes who is in the center of the ring, they go ecstatic. In what seems like one swift motion, ERIC LEWIS goes from a kneeling position into a hands-free back somersault, landing on his feet, swinging his arms down towards his sides.
IAN 'Meltdown' JOHNSON shows up on the ramp and lets out a primal scream as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins playing on the X-Tron. He walks down to the ring and slides in. Hops up to the top rope and cracks his knuckles. He joins his partner and the two of them point at X and MAXXIMUS and move their hands across their throats. The ref calls for the bell as JOHNSON and X are the legal men in the ring. They tie up in a collar and elbow hookup. JOHNSON takes the advantage and puts X in a side headlock. From there he picks up X and hits a headlock DDT. JOHNSON picks up X again and hits him with a German Suplex. JOHNSON drags X over to his corner and tags in LEWIS. LEWIS jumps over the ropes and connects with a kick that sends him to the mat. LEWIS picks up X and sends him into the ropes. He catches him as he comes off the ropes with a running drop kick that sends X back through the ropes and down to the arena floor.
As X begins to get up LEWIS hits him with a baseball slide kick that sends him into the steel barriers around the ring. LEWIS picks up X and throws him back into the ring as he climbs to the top rope and hits with a Asai Moonsault. LEWIS tags in JOHNSON who immediately picks up X and hits a Reverse DDT. JOHNSON climbs to the top rope and just as X gets back to his feet he connects with a missile drop kick. JOHNSON tags LEWIS who climbs to the top rope. JOHNSON lifts LEWIS from the top rope and slams him onto X. LEWIS goes for the pin while JOHNSON goes over and knocks MAXXIMUS to the floor. JOHNSON follows JASON out of the ring and slams him into the steel post holding the ring as the referee makes the count.
...1
...2
Three! The ref calls for the bell as JOHNSON climbs back into the ring to celebrate with LEWIS.
WINNERS: ERIC LEWIS & IAN JOHNSON
The shot cuts to the back, a swarm of EMTs and security along with random XWF staff one of which being SHANE CARVER himself stand crowding the locker room area.
The camera bursts through the mess to see MR. XWF face down on the floor!!!
Blood is pooling around his head. He appears to still be breathing which is probably the only good sign to be seen. We see spray painted in black on the walls are the initials BOTF.
There is also a potato duck taped to the back of MR. XWF's head...
The EMTs start assisting MR. XWF on lifting up his head and putting a rag under applying pressure to stop the bleeding. SHANE CARVER smiles and then pulls a potato out of his pocket and proceeds to spike it on the ground as if he just got a touch down. He then simply walks away...
1-on-1
CENTURION
-vs-
"The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN
Standard Match
The crowd grows more excited as the bell rings. JOHN SPARTAN and CENTURION each come out quickly circling one another, each looking for the tie-up. They do this for about fifteen seconds till some of the crowd begins to boo then they lock up. CENTURION gets the immediate upper hand shoving JOHN backwards into the corner. The referee moves in to break them up. The legend puts his hands up in the air and his opponent does the same, but at the last second JOHN kicks CENTURION in the stomach and turns him in the corner delivering solid punches to his stomach before whipping him into the adjorning turnbuckles.
JOHN follows CENT in with a short clothesline. CENTURION stumbles out of the corner. SPARTAN bounds off the ropes with another wicked clothesline, but CENTURION ducks underneath it. JOHN SPARTAN comes back and CENTURION jumps up and connects with a huge dropkick. SPARTAN falls, but gets back up only for CENTURION to dropkick him over and over again until SPARTAN gets the point and rolls out of the ring.
CENTURION ,however, doesn't feel like giving him breathing room, and he himself bounces off the ropes delivering a well-placed baseball slide into JOHN SPARTAN'S chest sending him back into the security wall. CENTURION slides out of the ring and begins to stomp a mudhole through the chest of his younger opponent before picking him up and irish whipping him into another part of the security wall. CENTURION, whose adrenaline is higher then it probably has been in years, charges in only to be caught with a boot by JOHN SPARTAN.
CENTURION hits the ground, and finally SPARTAN is getting his breathing room. He walks around CENTURION allowing the veteran to get to his feet. However just when CENTURION gets to his feet, JOHN SPARTAN lifts him up with one arm and delivers a bodyslam. The crowd goes a collective "ohh" as CENTURION grabs his lower back for comfort. JOHN SPARTAN then stomps on him a few times grinning just a little before lifting him up and slamming him backfirst into the apron several times.
The crowd boos a little annoying the much younger superstar who simply lifts CENTURION up and tosses him over the ring ropes back into the ring, sliding in after him. CENTURION rolls to the other side, and gets slowly to his feet as The Anarchist stalks him. However, when JOHN SPARTAN moves in to hurt CENTURION more the XWF/CCWF veteran catches him in the solarplexes with a few shots, before hitting him with a jawbreaker rocking JOHN SPARTAN. Seeing an opening CENTURION bounces off the ropes and hits a cross body for the 1...2...and JOHN SPARTAN kicks out.
The crowd screams out, excitedly, as CENTURION gets back to his feet. He pulls JOHN SPARTAN up and knees him in the mid-section a few times before bullying the much bigger man back into the corner again. This time, however, he climbs to the second rope and drops punch after punch on JOHN SPARTAN'S head, making him wish he'd never threw that cheap shot. As he rains down his tenth shot the crowd, who'd been counting the number of punches, scream out as SPARTAN stumbles out of the corner and CENTURION who has climbed to the second rope bulldogs him off of it attempting another pinfall, but only gets another two count.
The crowd is ecstatic now for the always fan-favorite, the underdog, the veteran CENTURION who looks to be on the verge of victory. He waits for JOHN SPARTAN to get up before bouncing off the ropes, and to the immediate dismay of the fans gets hit with a spear. CENTURION crumples to the mat under JOHN SPARTAN who returns the favor of the punches busting CENTURION wide open. He pulls CENTURION to his feet and lifts him up for Anarchy In The USA... and he hits it!!! SPARTAN goes for the cover...
...1
...2
...KICKOUT! The fans pop as SPARTAN raises his head with a look of shock on his face! That look quickly changes to a look of rage as SPARTAN begins clubbing down on CENTURION's head repeatedly with closed fists and wild forearm shots. SPARTAN wildly pulls CENTURION up, almost yanking a handful of his hair out in the process as he gets set to deliver another Anarchy In The USA... but CENTURION is able to wriggle free! SPARTAN never sees it coming! THE 1000 MILE SLAM! (i.e. Angle/Olympic Slam!)
CENTURION is down and breathing heavily as SPARTAN is lying completely motionless just a couple feet away on the canvas. CENTURION catches his breath and slowly begins crawling over to make the cover... and he drops the arm across SPARTAN's chest...
...1
...2
...SHOULDER UP! CENTURION just falls back in disbelief and stares up at the lights for a couple of seconds as JOHN SPARTAN also remains on his back. SPARTAN starts to move, taking a moment to pay attention to his aching back and then shaking it off. SPARTAN holds on to the ropes for leverage as he looks down at CENTURION who is still on the canvas even though CENTURION hit the last move...
SPARTAN slowly starts to make his way over toward CENTURION...
BUT HE SPRINGS UP TO HIS FEET IN A SUDDEN DESPERATION MOVE!
CENTURION takes SPARTAN down and right into the FALL OF ROME! (i.e. Walls of Jericho!) CENTURION HAS IT LOCKED IN TIGHT!
SPARTAN is writhing in pain and reaching frantically for the bottom rope but it's just out of his reach!
CENTURION locks the hold in tighter as the ref checks for the submission!
Will he give up?!?!?
The ref is checking SPARTAN but all SPARTAN will do is scream and roar! He beginning to shout obscenities at the referee rather than give up!
SPARTAN continues to try and reach for the bottom rope and now he begins pushing himself up and trying to flop closer to that rope...
He keeps using all the the strength in his arms but he's been in the hold too long now!
SPARTAN has no choice! After holding his arm high, shaking violently for a last few seconds, he drops down his arm to tap!
BUT INSTEAD HIS HAND LANDS ON THAT BOTTOM ROPE! HE'S DONE IT! HE BROKE THE HOLD AND DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE IT!
SPARTAN instinctively holds on to that bottom rope as the ref forces CENTURION to break the hold, which he eventually does even though it takes him a little longer in the heat of the moment. CENTURION isn't quite clear on whether SPARTAN had tapped or not. As CENTURION double checks with the referee, SPARTAN begins pulling himself up by the ropes and his face is beet red. There's sweat just pouring down his face and he is shaking...
CENTURION finally turns his attention back to SPARTAN and away from the referee... SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! (i.e. High Impact Clothesline from Hell!) SPARTAN blasted CENTURION so hard that he ended up flipping upside down in mid air and crashing right onto the top of his head! Many of the fans let out a concerned "Ooooh" as SPARTAN immediately covers the crumpled CENTURION, hooking the leg!
...1
...2
...THREE! KICKOUT! Oh my god! CENTURION still somehow had it in him to kickout! BUT JUST A SPLIT SECOND TOO LATE!
WINNER: JOHN SPARTAN
A look of pure shock comes over CENTURION's face as he realizes what just happened. He remains on the canvas with his hands on his head as he stares up at the lights and catches his breath. JOHN SPARTAN is out of breath and looks ready to pass out but he insists on waiting out in the ring for the next match which he is also a part of! CENTURION eventually makes his way out of the ring and toward the back, both men exchanging one last glare at each other but it's not entirely clear what they're thinking here... and then CENTURION disappears to the backstage area...
3-on-1
THE XWF CHAMPIONSHIP
"The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN
HANK 'THUNDER' LANE
THE TRISTAN SLATER
-VS-
TAX
Tag Rules / 1 Legal Man at a time
1 Fall
The person who scores the winning fall
will win THE XWF CHAMPIONSHIP
Returning to the ring we see TAX on one side of the ring and on the other side is JOHN SPARTAN and HANK LANE. It's not exactly clear how JOHN SPARTAN is willing and able to compete in another match after the brutal match he just went through, but he's doing it!
Suddenly the lights go completely dark.
The crowd instantly starts booing intently. The blackout lasts for a good 5 or 6 full seconds before the new entrance theme of THE TRISTAN SLATER starts to play.
Deep Purples "Perfect Strangers" starts playing over the speakers. Smoke floods out from behind the curtain before we see emerging through the smoke none other than JAMES RAVEN, following RAVEN out in front of the crowd with the XWF-TNA Championship firmly around his waist is none other than THE TRISTAN SLATER.
SLATER looks out to his left before looking out to his right at the crowd. He soaks in the boo's as if it's only further feeding his ego. While the crowd boo's JAMES RAVEN claps his hands in approval. RAVEN leads the way to the ring with THE TRISTAN SLATER following. Once ringside we see RAVEN whisper several bits of instruction into the ear of SLATER.
SLATER nods his head before making his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle before unstrapping the XWF-TNA Championship where he hoists it high in the air to louder boo's from the crowd. In the ring HANK LANE and JOHN SPARTAN clap their hands while SLATER's eyes are firmly locked eye to eye with TAX. SLATER jumps from the buckles into the ring before walking right across the ring where he bitch slaps TAX right across the face!
AND THE BELL RINGS!
TAX lunges towards SLATER but he's rushed by HANK LANE and JOHN SPARTAN! The crowd boo's as a double team on TAX ensues in the opening seconds of the contest as THE TRISTAN SLATER steps out to the ring apron. Both SPARTAN and LANE drive TAX back into a neutral corner with SPARTAN laying in several shoulder blocks to the midsection while LANE opens up with right hands to the jaw. The referee finally manages to pull JOHN SPARTAN away and get him to the ring apron but the early damage has been done as LANE starts stomping away at the midsection of TAX before landing a stiff right hand to his jaw before hurling him across the ring into the opposite set of buckles. LANE explodes towards the corner looking to deliver a running clothesline yet TAX lands a reverse elbow which stagger LANE out towards the center of the ring. TAX now rushes out from the corner where he delivers a running spinning heel kick which sends LANE crashing to the mat to a pop from the crowd. TAX is the first to his feet where he meets LANE with a pick up using his 70's porn star hair where he's able to deliver a boot to the midsection that doubles LANE over before bouncing off the ropes where he's able to deliver a swinging neckbeaker! TAX quickly scores the cover!
1....
2.....
LANE kicks out before the count of three. TAX reaches his feet where he looks to pick LANE up off the mat only to receive a jaw breaker! TAX staggers backwards clutching his jaw. LANE reaches his feet where he delivers a standing dropkick which sends TAX to the mat. LANE reaches his feet where he makes his way to his corner and tags JOHN SPARTAN into the contest. SPARTAN enters the ring while LANE exits. THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown talking a few things over with LANE on the ring apron while SPARTAN starts putting the boots to TAX to boo's from the crowd. SPARTAN finally picks TAX up where he takes him back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring. TAX bounces off the ropes ducking under a Big Boot attempt by SPARTAN where he quickly locks in a Full Nelson before delivering a Full Nelson Front Face Slam to SPARTAN! TAX is again quickly into the cover.
1....
2.....
SPARTAN kicks out before the three count. The crowd rally's behind TAX, not out of liking him as much as rooting for the underdog. TAX reaches his feet where he picks SPARTAN up by his Side Show Bob style hair, or the rocking Jew-Fro as I like to call it. TAX rocks SPARTAN with a European Uppercut yet it's SPARTAN who comes right back with a rake to the eyes. Camera's overlook the shoulder of JAMES RAVEN who intently looks on from the floor before cutting back to the ring where JOHN SPARTAN rakes TAX across the eyes a second time before driving TAX into the mat with a Sit Out Chokeslam! SPARTAN makes the cover, yet quickly realizes what he's doing before getting up off TAX before a count can be made. It's clear that HOMICIDE is on the same page unlike Shane Carver might have thought when booking this contest.
SPARTAN gets to a vertical base before picking TAX up where he takes him back into a neutral corner where he begins choking away at him which forces the referee to start counting SPARTAN out for disqualification. JOHN releases the double handed choke at the referee's 4 count before going right back to the choke! The crowd boo's intently as the referee starts counting SPARTAN a second time, and much like the first JOHN releases the choke at the referee's 4 count. SPARTAN hammers TAX with a right hand before bringing him out of the corner and backing him up against the ropes. SPARTAN attempts to fire TAX across the ring, TAX reverses and it's SPARTAN who's sent bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinbuster by TAX! The crowd responds with an ovation as TAX takes a second before he's able to make the cover.
1.....
2.......
The crowd roars with boo's as THE TRISTAN SLATER breaks up the pin attempt by stomping TAX across the back of the neck. The referee quickly ushers SLATER back out to the ring apron. SLATER and JAMES RAVEN make eye contact where RAVEN give SLATER a thumbs up. TAX and SPARTAN each begin making their way to their feet. .The both stand with SPARTAN swinging with a right hand, yet TAX blocks the attempt before landing a stiff chop across the massive chest of SPARTAN! JOHN swings again, and again it's blocked by TAX. TAX looks to plant a boot to the midsection, but SPARTAN catches the boot of TAX! Yet TAX counters with an Enziguri to the back of the neck of SPARTAN that drops the big man to the mat!
TAX rolls out to the ring apron before making his way to the top turnbuckle! The crowd boo's as THE TRISTAN SLATER re-enters the ring which garners the attention of the referee, quickly HANK LANE runs across the ring apron where he shoves TAX off the top rope and crashing sternum first across the steel barricade! The numbers game is certainly playing a major factor in this contest.
SLATER makes his way back out to the ring apron as HANK LANE has now reached the corner before the referee can see a thing. SPARTAN begins to make his way to his feet where he makes his way to his corner. The crowd boo's intently as THE TRISTAN SLATER is officially tagged into the contest! SLATER instantly drops down to the floor where he makes his way around the ring where he picks TAX up off the floor only to send him crashing into the steel ring steps. The referee starts laying the count to both SLATER and TAX as SLATER once again picks TAX up off the mat before tossing him into the ring. SLATER slides into the ring himself. SLATER reaches a vertical base where he's heard yelling down at TAX.
THE TRISTAN SLATER: THAT ALL YOU GOT, BRO!
SLATER lays in a boot to the face of TAX as he attempts to get up. SLATER shakes his head before making his way to the corner where he tags HANK LANE back into the contest. Clearly SLATER feels he's above this challenger. LANE enters the ring where picks right up where SLATER left off by stomping away at TAX. LANE finally reaches down picking TAX up off the mat where he delivers a short arm clothesline! The crowd boo's as HANK taunts TAX before signaling for the STORMY NIGHT SUPLEX! LANE reaches down to pick TAX up off the mat, yet it's TAX who counters the pick up attempt with an Inside Cradle!
1.......
2.......
LANE manages to kick out before the fatal count of three to a huge gasp from the crowd and a visually pissed of TRISTAN SLATER who looks on from the ring apron. LANE beats TAX to his feet where he takes him back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring. TAX bounces off the ropes, LANE drops his head looking for a back body drop, yet it's TAX who spike LANE head first into the mat with a DDT! The crowd rally's behind TAX as he pushes his way to a vertical base, physically spent with the numbers game, yet as a warrior, he continues to fight! Refusing to lose! TAX reaches his feet where he looks towards THE TRISTAN SLATER before spitting in his direction to another massive pop from the crowd!
SLATER attempts to enter the ring, he's cut off by the referee which allows TAX to pick HANK up off the mat before delivering a blatant kick to the nut sack! The crowd roars as TAX follows it up with a KOINKICK to JOHN SPARTAN which sends him off the ring apron crashing on to the steel barricade! TAX swings at SLATER who quickly drops to the floor avoiding the contact to loud boo's from the crowd.
TAX turns his attention back towards HANK LANE who pushes himself to his feet! TAX hoists LANE up over his shoulders with a Fireman's Carry, yet the momentum cause TAX to take several steps back causing him to get close enough to the ropes for THE TRISTAN SLATER to quickly get to the ring apron where he's able to reach over the top rope and make the blind tag as he tags LANDE'S back unknown to TAX! TAX delivers the STOCK MARKET CRASH to HANK LANE! Yet THE TRISTAN SLATER is in the ring to loud boo's from the crowd. TAX makes his way to his feet where he spins around and is met with a boot to the midsection before suffering the fate of a Flip Piledriver by THE TRISTAN SLATER! The crowd roars with boo's as SLATER makes the cover hooking the leg of TAX!
1.......
2........
THREE!!!
WINNERS: JOHN SPARTAN, HANK LANE & THE TRISTAN SLATER
SLATER has a complete look of sheer intensity as he reaches his feet where he's presented the XWF-TNA Championship by the official. The referee attempt to raise the arm of SLATER, yet SLATER jerks it away intently. JAMES RAVEN is shown making his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He steps into the ring where he and SLATER lock eyes as if SLATER's looking for approval. RAVEN runs his thumb across the bridge of his nose for a moment before nodding his head in approval to louder boo's from the XWF faithful. RAVEN reaches down taking SLATER'S right hand. He raises it in the air to huge heat from the crowd.
There is a several minute long intermission as this is a rather lengthy event. The viewers at home are shown commercials for various things such as Burger King and for a drug called Raz-It. Many of the fans in attendance here at the live show are grateful that they have a chance to visit the facilities or grab yet another snack without missing any of the action...
We come back from a commercial break and there is a commotion is going on in the back, the shots cut to a hallway closet, we see stuffed inside prompted up against the wall is Hank Lane!!
He's bruised and battered with his mouth and wrists duck taped. He looks to be unconscious. On the wall behind him in black spray paint is written BOTF. There are EMTs by his side trying to revive him. An EMT pulls the duck tape from HANK LANE's mouth and out falls a small uncooked potato. We hear SHANE CARVER's voice in the back ground.
CARVER: What is it now?!
CARVER walks into view and is in aww of the potato still rolling on the floor.
CARVER: Oh my goodness did the potato do this?
CARVER reaches down and scoops the potato up, he doesn't look in the least bit concerned for LANE's condition as the EMTs keep trying to revive the beaten and battered man. CARVER stares down the potato in his hand.
CARVER: WHAT have you done? Nothing, what do you mean nothing? Look at him! He was just out there competing a few minutes ago so I know damn well this is the work of a potato! No human or lizard could possibly pull off an attack like this, this fast!
CARVER shows the potato LANE's beaten body. The potato does not respond...
CARVER: He's been destroyed... You're coming with me for questioning.
CARVER tucks the potato under his arms as he walks off, going back and forth between smiling and frowning like someone is flipping a switch on and off...
Rosemont erupts at the announcement of the following contest which will be for the XWF Tag Team Championships!
Six Barrel Shotgun plays through the sound system as dry ice assembles at the ramp. TYLER DECKER walks on to the ramp, wearing a leather jacket and an arrogant smile, and holding a cane. DECKER chews gum on his way to the ring, still smirking at the fans. As he approaches the ring, DECKER jumps on the apron, and mimes shooting the fans with the cane, a lazy smile still gracing his face. DECKER jumps over the top rope and into the ring, casually tosses his jacket to the outside, and lies on the turnbuckle awaiting his partner.
The sounds of Chariots of Fire by Faith No More begin to play. We see RAYMOND HATCHER walk out from behind the curtains. He's decked out in his usual all black ring attire of trunks, kneepads, boots and a single elbow pad. Thrown over the top of his attire is a beautiful gold purple and black robe, "RH" stitched onto the left breast. HATCHER smiles at the crowd who are booing him. HATCHER heads down to the ring, ascending the stairs and slipping through the ropes into the ring. HATCHER walks out to the middle of the ring for a moment looking out at the crowd. They are shouting back their disapproval HATCHER heads over to his corner and slaps hands with DECKER.
The lights in the arena go out as the opening guitar riff of Black Star by Carcass blasts through the speakers. Once the drums and bass enter, two strobe lights start flashing alternately, one red, the other silver. After a moment Arsenic steps out onto the ramp with an intense, focused look on his face. All eyes are on him, when suddenly...
Am I A Psycho by Tech N9ne suddenly bumps over the sound system. PSICO emerges from the back and takes a look at ARSENIC. ARSENIC nods his head, and the two dash to the ring, sliding under the ropes. DECKER and HATCHER slip outside the ring and allow their opponents to liven up the arena. As the celebration dies down, HATCHER and DECKER return to their corner. DECKER and ARSENIC begin as the legal men.
DECKER is quick to circle around ARSENIC and takes him off his feet with a drop toehold. He slides up and wraps ARSENIC with a tight headlock. ARSENIC withstands the pain quite easily and reaches his feet with DECKER still clinging to the hold. ARSENIC builds the strength to drop DECKER with an atomic drop! DECKER feels the pain shoot through his body and quickly makes the tag. HATCHER steps into the ring and makes a full charge toward ARSENIC with a clothesline, but ARSENIC counters with a belly-to-belly suplex. HATCHER rises to his feet only to be met with a boot to the abdomen. ARSENIC tosses HATCHER towards his corner, sending him slamming into DECKER and falling through the ropes and to the outside. ARSENIC flexes his muscles, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He has taken full control of the early going, and his opponents seem to be frustrated. HATCHER slides back into the ring and begins taunting PSICO, commanding ARSENIC to make the tag. With the crowd's approval, ARSENIC tags in his partner.
PSICO steps into the ring as HATCHER challenges him to tie up. PSICO acts as if he's preparing for the tie up before rapidly launching a high dropkick, catching HATCHER by surprise. PSICO follows it up with a running legdrop across the chest of HATCHER. HATCHER quickly follows the ring ropes to his partner and makes the tag. PSICO beats DECKER to the punch, however, whipping the ropes to catapult DECKER into the ring. DECKER amazingly lands on his feet, but PSICO connects with a spinning heel kick! DECKER slams into the turnbuckles and PSICO whips him to the opposite corner. PSICO grabs the referee's attention by stalking HATCHER on the ring apron while ARSENIC releases a bevy of punches across the back of DECKER's head. DECKER feebly tries to swing back, but the more powerful ARSENIC is overpowering him. DECKER, instead, dropkicks the feet of ARSENIC and ARSENIC's head slammed into the ring apron with a thunderous thud!
PSICO turns his attention back to DECKER and rushes him with a knee to the midsection. PSICO brings him towards the center to execute a DDT, but DECKER counters with a northern lights suplex. DECKER makes the tag. HATCHER comes in and immediately begins stomping away at PSICO as ARSENIC finally recovers at his corner, favoring his neck. HATCHER picks PSICO up and puts him down with a gutwrench powerbomb! He tags in DECKER who stands steady on the apron as PSICO recovers. DECKER hits PSICO with The Game Changer! The springboard reverse STO lands perfectly! DECKER makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . .ARSENIC breaks the count but is immediately restrained to his corner. HATCHER takes the opportunity to jump in to the ring. HATCHER and DECKER hit PSICO with the Back and Forth as DECKER performs a forward Russian leg sweep and HATCHER hits the side Russian leg sweep! PSICO clings to his leg and makes the tag to ARSENIC before rolling out of the ring with the injury.
ARSENIC rushes into the ring and powers his opponents down with a double clothesline! DECKER reaches his feet first, ARSENIC quickly whips him to the turnbuckles. ARSENIC follows up by whipping HATCHER to the same corner on top of his partner! HATCHER stumbles back to the center of the ring where ARSENIC hits The Sickness! DECKER witnesses the fisherman's cradle spike DDT from the top turnbuckle where he is perched. ARSENIC doesn't see him, and HATCHER lunges off with a missile dropkick landing on the back of ARSENIC's head! The whiplash sends ARSENIC's head into the turnbuckle with a vicious crack!
DECKER wakes HATCHER up and helps him to his feet. PSICO climbs to the ring apron but he is visibly hurt. The referee goes to check on him as he clenches his leg with pain. HATCHER and DECKER take a long look at ARSENIC's contorted body. HATCHER puts ARSENIC in position and locks on with a crossface chickenwing. DECKER applies a deep heel hook at the same time, a trademark submission. ARSENIC hollers in pain, but it falls on the ref's suddenly deaf ears. HATCHER and DECKER continue pulling at ARSENIC's limbs. ARSENIC, after just taking that awkward fall on the turnbuckles, feels his body being absolutely brutalized! The on-site physician finally reaches ringside to check on PSICO's leg injury. The referee turns around and spots the double submission that is tearing ARSENIC to pieces. The referee shouts for HATCHER and DECKER to release the hold. DECKER abides, but HATCHER holds on, jerking at ARSENIC's neck! The referee warns him that he is about to disqualify him, but HATCHER continues to hang on! DECKER pleads for HATCHER to let go, and after another second of hesitation, HATCHER finally does so. ARSENIC is hurt bad. HATCHER falls back to his place in the corner and DECKER makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . KICKOUT! What?! How in the hell did he kick out?! DECKER looks stunned, but determined. He makes the tag to HATCHER, and waits. HATCHER lifts ARSENIC up with a Gory Bomb turned into a DECKER cutter! It was a stunning Simply the Best, a devastating slam that broke ARSENIC's body! HATCHER makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . .PSICO tries to limp to the save!
. . .but DECKER takes out PSICO's knee, allowing HATCHER to continue covering ARSENIC!
. . . THREE!!!
WINNERS & NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS:
RAYMOND HATCHER & TYLER DECKER
HATCHER rolls off after the pinfall. DECKER runs up to him and starts trying to pull him off the mat, but HATCHER just lays there for a moment on his back eyes closed breathing heavy. A smile suddenly lightens up HATCHER's face as he opens his eyes and sits up. DECKER is jumping around the ring estatic. The REFEREE hands DECKER one of the XWF TAG TEAM TITLE belts, DECKER takes it and grabs the other belt as well. DECKER runs over and drapes the other belt over HATCHER's shoulder as he sits on the mat. HATCHER just lets the title belt drop off his shoulder to the mat as he climbs to his feet.
The crowd is full of mixed reactions, some booing, some cheering. DECKER hops on a second turnbuckle and hoists his golden prize up in the air as HATCHER gets to his feet. The referee checks on ARSENIC who is not moving while PSICO is still writhing in pain and holding his leg. The referee throws up the X sign signaling ARSENIC is hurt. DECKER hops down from the second turnbuckle as we see EMTs rush out to ringside carrying a small yellow stretcher board. They slide into the ring and immediately start assisting ARSENIC.
HATCHER stands in the middle of the ring, not celebrating but simply staring down at ARSENIC and the EMTs. DECKER walks over to HATCHER and gives him a pat on the back, but suddenly HATCHER kicks one of the EMTs in the side of the shoulder, and he flies backwards. HATCHER grabs ARSENIC's leg and drags him away from the other EMT before dropping down on top of him and begins beating him about the face. This brings ARSENIC back to life, but all he can do is try to cover up. PSICO unaware of the attack manages to drag himself to his feet at ringside on his bad leg. He finally takes notice of the assault and rolls into the ring. DECKER looks surprised at the post match attack on ARSENIC. DECKER looks around the ring seemingly unsure what to make of the scene unfolding in front of him.
PSICO is now crawling towards his partner in a futile bid to help. The other EMT in the ring tries valantly to stop the assault as does the REFEREE. The two men lunge onto HATCHER's back, but like a raging bull HATCHER tosses them off. DECKER still indifferent stands back watching all of this. We hear the the ring bell continuing to chime calling for a stop to mayhem. Out of nowhere DECKER drops down on top of PSICO driving his tag title belt into the back of Psico's head. The EMT now retreats from the ring pulling out his fallen comrad with him. The REFEREE determined to help dives onto of DECKER trying to pull him away from PSICO. DECKER forces his way to his feet shoving away the REFEREE, but the REFEREE is still undunted and DECKER crashes the small yellow stretcher board acrossed his back. The REFEREE collaspes to the mat and DECKER boots him out of the ring.
This all happening so quickly no security has had a chance to get to the ringside. DECKER gets up and starts stomping away on PSICO's injured leg. HACTHER still beating on ARSENIC who has no means of defense. HATCHER finally climbs of him and then lays a massive kick right to ARSENIC's face which is now saturated with blood. DECKER kicks PSICO out of the ring under the bottom rope, and PSICO drops to the floor with a thud. DECKER quickly slides out of the ring after him, but instead of going immediately back to the attack he reaches over the guardrail and tries to grab a chair from underneath an old lady. A crowd control member, needing to protect the fans, pushes him away. Undeturd DECKER simply walks over to the commentary area and grabs a metal folding chair. DECKER walks back over to PSICO and smashes him three times visciously into his injured leg. It's at this point several members of security flood the ringside area. DECKER quickly smashes one over the head with the chair. IT'S A VISCIOUS SHOT!!! DECKER swings at a few other members who a hesitant a bit after seeing what he has already done.
DECKER slides back into the ring with the chair as a few security guards try to get in themselves. One makes it in, but is met with a swift elbow drop from HATCHER before he's even able to get to his feet. The guard is then quickly dragged back out by the others before more damage can be done. HATCHER gets back to his feet as DECKER is swinging the chair wildly around keeping the rest of the guards at bay. Some of them now move onto trying to help the victims. HATCHER quickly yanks ARSENIC's nearly lifeless body up off the mat while blood is still streaming down his face. HATCHER lifts ARSENIC up into a Gory Bomb on his back as DECKER quickly sets-up the chair into a sitting position. HATCHER lets go ARSENIC's upperbody as DECKER comes in with the bulldog delivering SIMPLY THE BEST onto the seat of the chair smashing his head through it to the mat. The chair is now mangled as if in a car wreck as is ARSENIC's face. ARSENIC is done. HATCHER just sits on the mat now. No emotion on his face, none what so ever, a blank canvas painted with ARSENIC's blood, the man's still lifeless legs resting around his torso.
DECKER gets right up and starts throwing his hands up in a morbid celebration. Security finally has the opportunity to swarm the ring. DECKER goes on the offense decking a few of them, HATCHER is still sitting like a zombie on the mat. Two members of the security quickly yank ARSENIC out of the ring. HATCHER doesn't even flinch, as they pull ARSENIC away from him. DECKER tries to fold up the chair, but his efforts are fruitless, so he just swings the mangled mess, as-is, through the air at the rest of security who quickly retreat. HATCHER finally makes a move rolling to the outside and quickly retrieving a microphone from the commentary table. He slides right back into the ring and gets back to his feet.
Security now focuse on getting the injured ARSENIC and PSICO to the back. A few more EMTs show up and start treating ARSENIC and PSICO as much as they can on the spot. HATCHER gets back to his feet in the ring, and pulls the microphone up to his mouth. HATCHER doesn't say word, he looks around for a moment, and then lets his hand drop back to his side with the microphone. He looks around even more as DECKER retrieves both XWF Tag Team Title belts from the mat, throwing them over his shoulder. HATCHER now pulls the microphone back up to his face, and starts to open his mouth, but nothing comes out. HATCHER then tosses the microphone to DECKER who almost drops the belts while catching it. DECKER looks at the microphone surprised and a bit taken a back. DECKER then tosses one of the title belts to HATCHER, who doesn't even bother to catch it as it lands infront of him. DECKER a bit perplexed shrugs it off, pulls the mic up to his mouth and begins to speak.
DECKER: Ladies and gentlemen, it would seem that our opponents have come down with a severe... concussion.
A cocky smartass smile spreading across DECKER's face as he shrugs his shoulder. ARSENIC is now on a stretcher being carried out as PSICO is being aided to the back on his one good leg.
DECKER: And quite possibly a...broken ankle. Maybe you should just ask Psico about that one. So, unfortunately they are in no fit state to address you right now. I, however, can give you a fair summary of the message they would've like to have gotten across. They would have wanted to congratulate your NEW XWF Tag Team Champions, RAYMOND HATCHER and TYLER DECKER. They would have wanted you to know that we completely outclassed them, and that we are not only superior athletes, but also bigger men than they could ever hope to be. They would have wanted you to know that Zydeco and Mr Natural can finally stop running their mouths, and that they can realise that they will never be anywhere near our level. But, my friends, more than anything, I am sure that they would have wanted you to know that this, what you see before you, is the front page story. But, enough of that, I do believe that it is time for celebration...
DECKER drops the mic to a thud sounding through the PA, before raising his XWF Tag Team Title belt in the air. HATCHER isn't doing much of anything, just standing there staring off. Security members a pleading with them to leave the ring. DECKER just keeps laughing and using his title belt as guitar. HATCHER simply slides through the ropes to ringside not even reaching back in for his belt. However DECKER, being a team player, decides to grab the other half of their trophy. And heads out of the ring following after HATCHER.
Cameras open up somewhere in the back...
We hear a women screech in the background. A further commotion can be heard in the background, sounds of people running. The camera turns away and starts following some security staff who are charging down the backstage area. They come across a men's bathroom, the camera follows them inside and to an open stall, there inside face-first in the toilet lies JOHN SPARTAN!!!
He has blood trickeling down the back of his neck probably from a head wound hidden by his hair.
A raw potato is stuffed into his back pocket...
EMTs pull his head out of the toilet and he slumps back to the floor not moving at all except for his chest expanding and contracting as he takes and lets out shallow breaths. Spray paint in black on the back of the toilet are those initials again, BOTF. What could this mean. So many potatoes how could CARVER not be involved somehow. The potato in rolls out of SPARTAN's back pocket and right to the shoe of SHANE CARVER. SHANE reaches down and picks up the potato.
CARVER: There's, there's a spud-spiracy going on. Do you know each other?
CARVER pulls another potato out of his pocket and holds the two up to each other.
CARVER: Talk damn you, talk!
EMTs continue assisting SPARTAN as CARVER walks off mumbling...
You two are going away for a long time...
MAIN EVENT
1-on-1
UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP
Defending Double Champ: JOSEPH PAGE
-vs-
Challenger: SINCERE LEE WILD
Guest Ref: Shane Carver
Carver's Rules...(?)
As cameras open up in the back we see that SINCERE LEE WILD and JOSEPH PAGE have already begun doing battle! The first thing we see is LEE WILD already clipping JOSEPH PAGE's knee. It's possible she just snuck up on him seconds before this or that she had gotten behind him while he was getting up from something, but either way it's taking effect! LEE WILD smashes a chair over PAGE anywhere she can connect as she swings wildly until finally tossing it to the side. Suddenly out of nowhere JOSEPH PAGE gets back up and hits a nasty DDT on the hard concrete!
What an unmitigated disaster this match has turned out to be already!
JOSEPH PAGE recovering from the knee-tackle delivered by SINCERE LEE WILD stands up and makes his way over to the fallen SINCERE LEE WILD. JOSEPH PAGE lifts SINCERE LEE WILD up by her hair and drags her towards the entrance of the stage. Say this Sooner by The Almost plays over the PA system, but once the crew sees what little pomp and circumstances this match needs, it quickly turned off and the focus is returned back to the action. JOSEPH PAGE pulls SINCERE LEE WILD through the curtain and tosses her body down the stage ramp, where she tumbles and rolls to the ringside mats. JOSEPH PAGE gets a pop from the crowd, as he marches down to deliver more hell to the self proclaimed end bringer. SINCERE LEE WILD coming to some baring, sees the advance and begins to crawl away, fleeing the scene on all fours. JOSEPH PAGE increases his speed.
As JOSEPH PAGE closes in, SINCERE LEE WILD spins around on her back and puts her hands out hoping she can beg and plead her way out of this mess. JOSEPH PAGE makes no mind lifting SINCERE LEE WILD up from the mats and driving her into the guard rails. She yells out in pain again.
SHANE CARVER the special guest referee watches in shock and awe as his play toy SINCERE LEE WILD gets beaten to a pulp. He looks in confusion not knowing if he should call the bell and throw out the match, but decides to wait patiently as he insists that JOSEPH PAGE brings the fight into the ring so he can start the match. JOSEPH PAGE obliges and makes his way back to SINCERE LEE WILD, from a seated position, kicks back and flails, but JOSEPH PAGE closes in with a knee that puts SINCERE LEE WILD back on the defense. JOSEPH PAGE pulls her back off the mat, toys with the idea of tossing her in the ring, but to the audiences approval decides to drive her into the ring post instead. SINCERE LEE WILD damn near gets knocked out cold.
JOSEPH PAGE enters the ring as if to round off his extended entrance, stretching off the ropes and playing to the crowd. SHANE CARVER approaches and explains the match still can not continue without an opponent. SINCERE LEE WILD barely moves, crawling on the rings steps. Her teeth are grit tight and expelling red spit from a busted up bottom lip. JOSEPH PAGE baits her on, demanding her to enter the ring. After some struggle SINCERE LEE WILD find the strength to do just that.
SHANE CARVER motions for the bell and makes the match now official.
JOSEPH PAGE moves in and with little resistance whips SINCERE LEE WILD against the ropes and follows up with a picture perfect dropkick, precisely lined up with SINCERE LEE WILDS chin. JOSEPH PAGE goes in against and whips SINCERE LEE WILD against the ropes, and flips her back onto her back with a back body drop. JOSEPH PAGE then follows up with a whip to the corner than ends with a sickening clothesline that crumbles SINCERE LEE WILD under the turnbuckles.
JOSEPH PAGE pulls SINCERE LEE WILD out and suplexes her to the middle of the ring. He turns around and climbs to the top rope. He aims out an elbow drop from the top and dives, but catches nothing but canvas. SINCERE LEE WILD barely slips out of the way, and stumbles to the ring ropes for support and a quick breather, the sinister smile she was known for forms across her face as SHANE CARVER makes his way over to check on her.
She shakes out the cobwebs and sizes up and drives a punt kick into the ribs of JOSEPH PAGE. JOSEPH PAGE rolls to his side, tries to avoid further damage, but SINCERE LEE WILD was there with consecutive boots and stomps to his body. She follows JOSEPH PAGE to a corner where he slides under the ropes to the outside. SINCERE LEE WILD climbs through the ropes to follow him, but before she could get two fee out JOSEPH PAGE jumps up high and dropkicks SINCERE LEE WILDS ankles out from under her causing her to hit the side of the ring apron before meeting up with the matting on the outside. Despite SINCERE LEE WILD falling horridly, JOSEPH PAGE feels the effects of the landing on the thin protective mats as well and requires a bit of fortitude to pull himself up. SHANE CARVER begins to make his count.
JOSEPH PAGE comes to at the four count and brings SINCERE LEE WILD back into the ring. JOSEPH PAGE follows entering through the ropes but with a quick kick of his leg SINCERE LEE WILD sends the middle rope high into JOSEPH PAGES groin. JOSEPH PAGE falls over holding himself and SHANE CARVER looks away pretending not to see the illegal low blow.
A hungry SINCERE LEE WILD stands to her feet and closes in with more devastating stomps to JOSEPH PAGES body, then lifts him to his feet and into the air only to drive his head in the mat with an aggressive brainbuster. Instead of letting go she wretches on scissoring her legs around JOSEPH PAGES body going from a brainbuster to a guillotine choke.
JOSEPH PAGE eventually gets his head loose only to be driven aside by a rogue elbow to the temple. SINCERE LEE WILD laid on her back exhausted and frustrated hoping her body can hold up. She then comes up to a knee, JOSEPH PAGE wobbles to a vertical base, but SINCERE LEE WILD sneaks around him and lifts him up tucking his head under arm for the POETRY IN MOTION DDT.
JOSEPH PAGE scrambles loose and capitalizes with a bulldog. JOSEPH PAGE quickly takes to the offence and lifts SINCERE LEE WILD and delivers a few stiff jabs before sending her across the ring and into the ropes. JOSEPH PAGE leans down looking for a back body drop, but SINCERE LEE WILD sees it coming. She gets in close and looks to counter with a piledriver. She locks in and wrenches back, but JOSEPH PAGE doesn't budge. She gives it a couple more tries, but only to get the same results. Soon enough she feels JOSEPH PAGE going for a back body drop once more and opts to sling JOSEPH PAGE through the ropes instead of dealing with him any longer. JOSEPH PAGE crashes hard on the outside. SINCERE LEE WILD quickly moves to follow and once outside takes JOSEPH PAGE and plants him face first against the nearby guardrail snapping his body back towards the mat.
SINCERE LEE WILD stands over her victim smiling as SHANE CARVER shouts at her between the four and five count and she slides back into the ring just long enough to reset the count. She approaches JOSEPH PAGE and heaves him against the guard rail again. JOSEPH PAGES head shoots back over the side of it as he yells out in pain. He gets a little time to recover as SINCERE LEE WILD rushes in and clotheslines JOSEPH PAGE over the railing and into the crowd. She snicker and smiles and opts not to follow. She turns and slides back into the ring watching on as she uses the time to regain her composure.
Suddenly a look of disbelief comes over SINCERE LEE WILD as she sees a fan holding up a massive poster of her COMPLETELY NUDE with a red "x" over it! LEE WILD is distracted by the massive poster but then out of nowhere she is hit with a Frog Splash from the top rope by JOSEPH PAGE who was now back in the match!
JOSEPH PAGE rolls on top of SINCERE LEE WILD for the cover as a hesitant SHANE CARVER drops and starts the count.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!
JOSEPH PAGE begins to nod his head up and down affirming his momentum and it riles up the crowd. The begin to cheer and holler as JOSEPH PAGE gets up and signals for his MID DAY WAKE UP finishing maneuver. JOSEPH PAGE grabs SINCERE LEE WILD and hooks under his body. He lifts her up and goes to drive her down to the mat, but she wildly kicks her legs rolling out of the hold.
Proud of herself SINCERE LEE WILD pounds her fist onto the mat and turns around only to find a Super Kick to the mouth by JOSEPH PAGE. JOSEPH PAGE lifts SINCERE LEE WILD up and begins to land vicious fist and kicks and sends her across the ring. JOSEPH PAGE hits the ropes and runs straight into a sidewalk slam from a staggering SINCERE LEE WILD.
Both competitors laid on their backs barely moving clearly exhausted. SINCERE LEE WILD inches her way over to JOSEPH PAGE and throws her arm over his chest for the cover.
1
2
KICKOUT!!!!!
The fans watch on in confusion as the XWF camera makes its way over to the side of the ring showing the apron moving as a figure appears from under the ring. The masked woman seen from SINCERE LEE WILD and SHANE CARVERS disturbing hotel segment earlier in the week crawled from under the ring and to her feet with a tazer in hand as she tossed it into the ring. SHANE CARVER pretends to get something in his eye as he starts to rub them not paying attention to the action inside of the ring. SINCERE LEE WILD picks up the tazer as JOSEPH PAGE stands to his feet and jabs forward hitting JOSEPH PAGE in the neck with the tazer as sparks fly. SINCERE LEE WILD tosses the tazer out of the ring and drops down on JOSEPH PAGE for the count as she called for SHANE CARVER who stopped rubbing his eyes. SHANE looks ready to make the count!
SPLASH!
Someone in the audience threw their drink and it hit SHANE right in the face! It got in his eyes and he can't see what's going on, so he starts RUNNING?!?
Yes, SHANE CARVER starts running forward but he's in the ring and there's nowhere to really go...
BOOM!
He accidentally runs right into SINCERE LEE WILD and sends her rolling off of JOSEPH PAGE. CARVER spills to the outside of the ring and hits his head...... oh no..... he hits his head!!! THAT'S ALL WE NEED!!!
Meanwhile back in the ring, SINCERE LEE WILD has once again pinned PAGE and is yelling for CARVER to get in the ring and make the count! SHANE CARVER slowly stands up at ringside and has a crazier look in his eyes than usual. He starts flapping his arms like he's trying to fly away and then he runs right toward the fans, biting at them violently and growling at them! One of the fans splashes their drink in CARVER's face and it seems to snap him out of it. CARVER wipes the liquid out of his eyes as most of his black and white facepaint is dripping off of him by now. He blinks really hard a couple of times and then focuses on what's happening in the ring.
CARVER sees LEE WILD pinning PAGE so he starts to laugh and he struts all the way over to the ring steps and then climbs them slowly. CARVER yells something to the fans about a giant potato that is soon going to be here, but nobody really pays attention to his insanity because they're all watching JOSEPH PAGE suddenly reverse LEE WILD's pin into a roll up of his own! PAGE keeps her locked in that roll up pin as CARVER finally gets into the ring and just drops down to start a count! More of his facepaint was running into his eyes so he can't even clearly see who is pinning who! He's just assuming it's still LEE WILD covering PAGE!
...1
...2
...THREE!!! CARVER jumps up for joy and begins celebrating, but then after wiping his eyes clear again he freezes in his tracks and wonders why JOSEPH PAGE is the one getting up first...
CARVER can't believe it! PAGE is announced the winner and CARVER loses his mind! He actually charges at PAGE but PAGE drops down, ducking under CARVER's wild clothesline attempt and CARVER ends up crashing through the ropes and to the outside.
SINCERE LEE WILD grabs PAGE's shoulder to spin him around to her.
BAM!!!
Kick to the groin! JOSEPH PAGE looks to be in unbearable pain! LEE WILD follows it up with POETRY IN MOTION! (i.e. Even Flow DDT!)
She spits on PAGE and then goes to check on CARVER at ringside. She helps him up and the two of them lean on each other for support as they slowly make their way to the back together...
WINNER: JOSEPH PAGE
After several minutes JOSEPH PAGE is still in the ring, recovering from the effects of his double title defense...
There seems to be something going on in the back...
The shots cuts to an unknown scene, we don't see much of anything except some skin, fabric, finally we can make out that it's RAYMOND HATCHER still in his gear from earlier in the night. We hear some women yelling hysterically in the background. We can tell HATCHER is dragging something, finally we can see HATCHER is dragging in the through the curtain to the stage, then we see TYLER DECKER still in his ring gear step in front of the view. The shot cuts back out to the entryway as we see RAYMOND HATCHER drags out a man with, with his hands, mouth and legs taped together respectively, it's THE TRISTAN SLATER!
DECKER is following from behind. SLATER has blood on his face an clothes which a tattered, he also has the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP belt strapped around his waist. HATCHER drops SLATER in the middle of the stage and pulls out a microphone from the front of his waist band and starts to speak.
JOSEPH PAGE is in the ring still in a great deal of pain, looking on in a confused state.
HATCHER: Yeah, your show's over PAGE... now you know.
JOSEPH PAGE just shakes his head before holding his titles up in the air, The crowd cheers him lightly even in the midst of all that is happening.. He drops down to his back and rolls out of the ring, and starts walking around the side of the stage to the back as HATCHER continues.
HATCHER: See, people like the Phenoms can come together and say they are going to do something about Homicide, but what have they done. Tell me, what did spewing all of that garbage from their mouths do to stop this rampaging bunch of despots? See, this is the man here, this is what we have to destroy to bring about the fall of this cruel and tempest cooperative.
TYLER DECKER is just standing there on the stage, arms-crossed nodding his head in agreement as HATCHER rants on.
HATCHER: See, this is what we have to get rid of. This is the power, this.
HATCHER reaches down for SLATER who is cowering on the ramp mouth and hands still firmly taped, HATCHER reaches to grab SLATER but instead grabs the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP, and holds it up to the crowd.
HATCHER: This is the power. And this man..
HATCHER points at SLATER with the same hand he's holding the belt.
HATCHER: is the one wielding this power. It's like any king, ruler, or dictator, their power comes from the belief of the people. The belief that they are the best man to rule the land. In the XWF this championship is that belief. It's the belief in a physical form. This title signifies you are the best. When you hold this title, you hold the belief of the people, the belief that you are the best. If you hold the belief you hold the power. Just like with any other king or ruler, you have to destroy them to take their power. So that's just what we're going to do.
HATCHER throws the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP at SLATER. And then walks over and crouches down behind SLATER and yanks back on SLATER'S hair while burying a knee in his back to keep him on the stage.
HATCHER: See all these other groups can talk about taking out HOMICIDE: TNA, but we're actually doing it. That's because we have the one thing they don't, this right here...THE BLUEPRINT OF THE FALL.
HATCHER throws away the microphone as he stands up and starts yanking SLATER up by the hair, DECKER grabs SLATER'S arm and helps pull SLATER to his feet, the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP falls to the stage with a load clunk. HATCHER and DECKER drag SLATER to the edge of the ramp, the crowd is eerily silent as the fall off the stage looks to quite far. DECKER punches SLATER in the gut and he hunches forward in pain. DECKER and HATCHER look deadly serious.
HATCHER hooks SLATER'S waist and GUT WRENCH POWERBOMB off the stage sending SLATER hurdling down twenty feet into an equipment table which he crashes straight through, the cables falling on top of him covering up his body!
HATCHER threw him with such force he starts to fall off himself but DECKER grabs HATCHER and pulls him back. The crowd is stunned silence, not cheering or jeering, it was a Hell of a fall, he might be dead! HATCHER looks at DECKER, both men emotionless. They then look down at the mess. We see EMTs come rushing out to help. HATCHER and DECKER simply walk away from the mess stepping over the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP still laying on the center of the stage. The camera zooms in on the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP as we officially go off the air.
What a night it's been...
Keep watching for what happened after Impact went off the air...
Cameras are still rolling after Impact goes off the air and the fans are heading towards the exits...
Suddenly the X-Tron flickers to life. We see TRISTAN SLATER backstage, being tended to by paramedics after the brutal attack he has sustained here tonight. Unbeknownst to him, KRAVEN sneaks up behind TRISTAN and cracks him over the back of the head with a lead pipe! Blood pours from the wound as TRISTAN stumbles through the doors into the parking lot. KRAVEN smacks TRISTAN right in the forehead. KRAVEN laughs maniacally as blood streams down TRISTAN'S face. TRISTAN wipes the blood from his face just in time to see a huge fist coming towards him. It catches him square in the nose, and TRISTAN falls back and hits the hard concrete. KRAVEN delivers several blows from his boot to TRISTAN'S bloodied head. He then picks up the semi conscious body of TRISTAN, slings him over his shoulder, with TRISTAN'S feet dangling on the back of KRAVEN, and starts walking towards the traffic infested street.
KRAVEN: Your reign of terror ends tonight, SLATER! For good! No more games! No more matches! I'm playing for keeps this time! I started this whole Homicide: TNA thing....and tonight I finish it...ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!
As KRAVEN gets right up by the street, TRISTAN suddenly springs to life. He elbows KRAVEN in the head repeatedly. He wriggles free from KRAVEN'S grasp and drops down right behind him. He shoves KRAVEN as hard as he can, right into the street!!! Where did SLATER find that last sudden burst of life???
TRISTAN collapses as there is a shrieking sound of squealing brakes, broken glass and the undeniable thump of a body being hit by a car! KRAVEN'S body goes flying several feet in the air! He's been hit! There is a sickening thud as KRAVEN hits the street. His body is laying at a weird angle. People are slamming on their brakes and getting out to check on KRAVEN.
SLATER stumbles and limps away from the scene as fast as he can as our cameras get closer to KRAVEN.
KRAVEN is still alive?!?!! How is it possible? He seems to be speaking out loud with a blank stare in his eyes as SHANE CARVER runs up very concerned...
KRAVEN: It's all.....up to.....you now.....CARVER! He.....he.....must.....He must be.....stopped.....you're the only.....only one.....
Cameras cut out as KRAVEN lets out a heavy gasp and then passes out...
