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-July 28th, 2012
Live from Madison Square Garden - New York City, New York!
"Toxic" plays and ANTHONY DOUGLAS, dressed in his street clothes, walks down to the ring. He climbs in and demands a microphone. He tries to talk, but nothing comes out. He throws the microphone in to the crowd, then grabs another one and begins to talk, but this one is also dead. He throws it to the ground and is handed a third.
DOUGLAS: What the hell is wrong with this crap factory? Can't someone get a piece equipment that works here?
ANTHONY points to the back.
DOUGLAS: Back there, right now, are two worthless piles of sh*t that need to find homes in the closest sewer I can find. The problem with pieces of sh*t is that they smell, get your hands dirty and f*ck up the drain when you do flush them away. Each one of these two guys has decided that ANTHONY DOUGLAS is going to be their stepping stone.
ANTHONY looks at the crowd, then turns his back to the rampway, pacing back and forth.
DOUGLAS: That sh*t just isn't going to happen, boys. See, I laid waste to four people all by myself last week. You're God damned right I did! One of my "partners" got to close to me and two of those worthless little shitstains I had to fight felt what happens when someone with nothing to lose gets into a fight. But, just as I was the only one standing, out comes a crusted piece of crap named DONATHAN Alph. . .Francis. . .it doesn't f*cking matter what his name is!
ANTHONY climbs to the second turnbuckle and points to the back.
DOUGLAS: DONATHAN, with his proper English and etiquette, comes out from no where and puts a God damn dart into my neck like I'm some animal from Africa. The Blue-Blooded mother f*cker then doesn't have the balls to come out and face me. He lets his little faggot friend CALEB ROTHCHILD beat me while I am knocked out.
ANTHONY climbs out the ring with the microphone his hand and starts walking to the back.
DOUGLAS: You two crusted pieces of sh*t wanted a war, you got one. It starts tonight, boys. I know you two are back there. I'm fighting DONATHAN tonight and CALEB has some match with some other loser. All you two can do is attack me when I'm down or my back is turned, so now I'm hunting you do. I know how gutless you both are. So I'm going to come find you!
ANTHONY throws the microphone into the crowd and stalks back into the back, ignoring whatever reaction the crowd has but he is met by "GrandMaester" X who is already walking out from the back for his opening match up here tonight. ANTHONY DOUGLAS stares down X as the two draw closer to each other and very slowly keep their distance as they pass. Once it looks like the two have passed each other, ANTHONY suddenly turns back around and rushes up behind X, shoving him off of the ramp and into the guard rail where the fans are! X lands hard across the railing from the elevated ramp and collapses to the ground, motionless.
X appears to be seriously injured from the way he landed across that railing from so high above it!
Many staff members and EMTs rush out from the back to tend to the fallen X as ANTHONY DOUGLAS observes with a very disturbing look in his eyes before he finally goes to the back. He had no reason to do this!
It takes several minutes but eventually they are able to get X safely to the back without further incident. Without X's involvement, it looks like the opening triple threat match just became a 1 on 1 match!
3-way
BARNABAS
-vs-
"Grand Maester" X
-vs-
MYSERY
Triple Threat, 1 Fall
BARNABAS and MYSERY are both in the ring awaiting the arrival of X, but instead the arena is filled with the music of "We Are Young" by Fun!
Both men meet in the center of the ring but BARNABAS quickly knees MYSERY in the gut and then goes behind to execute a pumphandle slam on MYSERY. MYSERY starts to get back up and BARNABAS uses a lariat on MYSERY to take him back down again! MYSERY climbs back to his feet... MYSERY executes a headlock takedown and then MYSERY rolls onto BARNABAS connecting with a knee. BARNABAS shoves him off and climbs to his feet. BARNABAS applies a tight sleeper hold on MYSERY to weaken him and then BARNABAS hip tosses MYSERY.
MYSERY takes some time to get up again. MYSERY suddenly surprises everyone with a running clothesline to take BARNABAS down. He gets back up and MYSERY sends BARNABAS over the top rope and down to ringside with another clothesline!
The referee starts the count
...1
MYSERY throws a chair at BARNABAS but he catches it and throws it down angrily.
...2
MYSERY hits BARNABAS with a running elbow smash to the face and begins unloading on him with a mad flurry of fists.
...3
MYSERY smashes BARNABAS' head into the ring post and then drills him with a DDT to the mat as the referee continues his count...
....4
BARNABAS rolls out of the way of a leg drop attempt. He gets back up and tackles MYSERY, punching him repeatedly until MYSERY shoves him away and both men get back to their feet.
.....5
BARNABAS and MYSERY finally get back into the ring with MYSERY getting in just a split second slower. MYSERY gets nailed with a double axhandle chop from BARNABAS as he was about to stand. BARNABAS stomps MYSERY repeatedly. MYSERY rolls away and starts to get up. As BARNABAS closes in, MYSERY surprises him with a shoulder ram to the gut and then lifts him up into THE DOWNFALL! He just nearly broke MYSERY in half with that reverse death valley drop!
MYSERY goes for the cover!
...1
...2
...KICKOUT! MYSERY wastes no time as he now drags BARNABAS to the floor at ringside. The referee starts the count as MYSERY stomps on BARNABAS repeatedly and kicks him while he is down. BARNABAS blocks a kick and twists MYSERY's foot to make him lose his balance. BARNABAS is up again just in time to execute a huge gutbuster on MYSERY. BARNABAS takes MYSERY into the ring and BARNABAS pulls MYSERY up by his hair. BARNABAS punches MYSERY in the stomach and DDTs him BARNABAS waits for MYSERY to get back to his feet and when he eventually does... THE DAMNATION! BANABAS just drilled MYSERY with that double underhook sitout powerbomb! BARNABAS proceeds to cover MYSERY as the ref starts the count...
...1
...2
...THREE!
WINNER: BARNABAS
3-way
"Bonesaw" BOBBY MERCER
-vs-
RAYNE
-vs-
KIMBERLEIGH ALVES
Triple Threat, 1 Fall
"No Tears" thumps into the P-A system as BOBBY MERCER appears on the stage. MERCER storms down the ramp and up the ring steps, then slips over the middle rope and into the ring. He slams his fist into his chest a few times, then flings both fists into the air as the crowd boos and a spot light settles over him.
The Arena goes black as "So Far Away" by Staind begins playing. A solid blue light comes to the top of the stage as RAYNE steps out into the light. He looks at the crowd and walks to the middle of the ramp, falling to his knees. He points up to the sky as a shower of pyros falls to the rampway.
RAYNE returns to his feet and heads towards the ring. He walks up the ring steps and walks to the nearest outside corner. He throws his arms up in a cross form towards the crowd and climbs into the ring. The music slowly fades as he points at MERCER and runs his thumb across his throat.
"R.I.P. by Rita Ora blasts through the venue as Miss KIMBERLEIGH ALVES flaunts her way through the curtains. She stops at the top of the ramp, vigorously swings her hair and buffs it with her hands before outstretching her arms where her wardrobe stylist Russell Banx will grab on to her left arm and her hair/make-up consultant Felicity RAYNE will attach to her right. They escort her down the ramp pushing the ugly fans away from the blonde bombshell making her way down to the ring. When she reaches the steel steps, she stops, as Russell smooths out her ring attire and adjusts her top. Meanwhile, Felicity quickly touches up KIMBERLEIGH's make-up. They both take KIMBERLEIGH's hand and kiss it before they kneel down as KIMBERLEIGH ascends onto the apron. Making sure she fully stretches out her sunkissed legs, she bends over into the ring and checks her reflection in the nearest shining object before shaking her finger at her opponents!
The bell rings as MERCER attempts to hit KIMBERLEIGH from behind. KIMBERLEIGH sees him coming behind her in the reflection and turns around in time to duck and flip MERCER out onto the arena floor. KIMBERLEIGH jumps up onto the top rope and leaps off connecting with a double axe handle. MERCER falls to the ground as RAYNE climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits MERCER with a drop kick. MERCER slams into the steel barrier around the ring. Blood begins flowing from the gash in his forehead. KIMBERLEIGH picks up MERCER and WHAM She connects with a DDT. MERCER begins shaking on the arena floor as KIMBERLEIGH gets back into the ring.
RAYNE picks up MERCER and throws him back into the ring over the top rope. KIMBERLEIGH has a seat on the middle turnbuckle and watches as RAYNE picks up MERCER and body presses him over his head before dropping him straight down behind him. KIMBERLEIGH leaps from the top turnbuckle and hits MERCER with a Diving Cross Body. KIMBERLEIGH picks up MERCER and throws him back out of the ring.
RAYNE moves in and waits until KIMBERLEIGH turns around before hitting her with a Hip Toss that sends her flying across the ring. KIMBERLEIGH gets up and is quickly knocked back down by a well delivered clothesline courtesy of RAYNE. RAYNE picks KIMBERLEIGH up by the hair and slams her down with a Body Slam. RAYNE picks her back up and connects with a DDT. RAYNE goes for the pin as the ref slides into position.
...1
...2
No! KIMBERLEIGH gets her shoulder up just in time!
RAYNE picks her up again and bodyslams her before climbing to the top rope. RAYNE leaps off attempting a Leg Drop as KIMBERLEIGH rolls out of the way at the last moment. KIMBERLEIGH gets to her feet and waits for RAYNE to get up before hitting him with a Drop kick that send him over the top rope and out to the floor. KIMBERLEIGH climbs to the top rope and hits RAYNE with a Spear. MERCER attempts to come up from behind and hit KIMBERLEIGH again but she turns around just in time and hits him with a Bitch Slap. KIMBERLEIGH kicks him in the groin and DDTs him onto the arena floor. KIMBERLEIGH picks up MERCER and throws him into the ring. She follows him in and hits him with a Super Kick just as he was getting to his feet. KIMBERLEIGH picks up MERCER and hits him with a Double underhook suplex. MERCER begins shaking violently as KIMBERLEIGH hooks the leg. The Ref makes the count...
...1
...2
RAYNE out of nowhere is leaping toward the pin to break it up....
......and......
...THREE!
Crash! RAYNE smashes into KIMBERLEIGH just a split second TOO LATE as she has officially picked up the win! KIMBERLY gets propelled out of the ring from the force of RAYNE smashing into her unexpectedly and RAYNE can't believe it's over!
WINNER: KIMBERLEIGH ALVES
KIMBERLEIGH gets back to her feet and appears to be fine as she is announced the winner but BOBBY MERCER does not look so good. KIMBERLEIGH looks into the ring and watches as RAYNE stomps down on BOBBY MERCER and then pulls him up into a RAYNE DROP DDT! (i.e. double arm DDT!) The referee calls to the back for the paramedics as MERCER continues shaking violently and froth begins bubbling out of his mouth. The Paramedics work on him as they lead him out of the Arena and into a waiting ambulance as RAYNE looks on, still seething over the way this match ended.
Suddenly from out of nowhere... CRACK! Steel chair shot to the back of the head!!!
RAYNE GOES DOWN!
It's "The Sensational One" RILEY KINKAID!
Where did he come from with that chair?!?!?
CRACK!
He unloads on him again, this time catching him right in the forehead with that shot and then following up with a relentless onslought of wild chairshots until several referees rush in to break up the madness!
RILEY KINKAID throws the chair to the side and keeps his eyes locked on RAYNE as the referees back him up into a corner and keep the two separated. RILEY KINKAID has made a statement here tonight and it leaves him with definite unfinished business when it comes to RAYNE! The fans are loving it and chanting "let them fight" but they don't get their wish this evening as they begin to boo...
We open up backstage to see ANTHONY DOUGLAS walking through the halls muttering something about DONATHAN to himself when suddenly...
BING!
What was that? It sounded like something hitting a piece of metal.
ANTHONY looks around cautiously for the source of that sound when just a few feet in front of his face a dart flies and sticks into the wall! DOUGLAS instinctively jumps back and ducks down in case other darts, possibly poisonous, are flying his way. As he's ducking down and looking around very frantically, STEVE SAYORS and LIZ WEINBERG just happen to be passing by.
STEVE: ANTHONY DOUGLAS? . . . What are you doing??
DOUGLAS: Isn't it obvious?! He's here somewhere! He's shooting poison darts!
STEVE and LIZ both look around the area and don't see anybody else.
LIZ: Who?
DOUGLAS: DONATHAN!
LIZ and STEVE look at each other.
LIZ: Oh yeah we should have known that. DONATHAN, of course.
They continue on their way leaving ANTHONY DOUGLAS to continue looking around for DONATHAN. A few seconds later the sound of something mechanical can be heard getting louder. ANTHONY DOUGLAS looks down and sees a small remote control fire truck! The top of the fire truck has some kind of barrel attached to it and it shoots a dart at him! DOUGLAS just barely gets out of the way of the dart and then begins stomping on the fire truck, smashing it to pieces as he keeps stomping and stomping it. He looks around in almost a frenzied state now as he yells out.
DOUGLAS: DONATHAN!!! DONATHAN!!! WHERE ARE YOU COWARD?!
But there is no answer as DOUGLAS continues very warily on his way.
1-on-1
SID
-vs-
MIKE MAYHEM
Tables Match
SID and MIKE MAYHEM stand in the middle of the ring staring daggers into one another, neither man listening to the referee explaining the directions of the match. All the sudden SID shoves MIKE, who barely budges, but punches SID in the face rocking him. MAYHEM immediately bullies SID back into the turnbuckle, kneeing him in the mid-section repeatedly. He pulls SID out of the corner like a ragdoll throwing him by his head halfway accross the ring. SID rolls to his feet quickly going for a double leg, but SID just succeeds in bringing MAYHEM back to the corner. SID stands up on the corner and hits MIKE four times before MAYHEM throws him off. SID goes about ten feet, but lands on his feet. MAYHEM rushes in with a clothesline, SID ducks underneath it. MAYHEM spins out, SID hits him with a nice enzuguiri dropping 'THE KING OF XTREME'.
The crowd shouts out loud as SID bounds off the ropes, and dives through hitting MICHAEL MAYHEM with a suicide dive. Both men crash to the floor, but SID gets up immediately. He kicks MIKE few times forcing MAYHEM to get to his feet. As he does SID jabs him in the face, then the body, then the face, then the body, then MAYHEM catches the next jab aimed at his face, pushes SID back and hits SID with a throat thrust dropping the debuting athlete. MAYHEM pulls him up to his feet, lifts him up, and drops him gutfirst accross the steel guardrail. He poses to the crowd a moment before lifting SID off the guardrail and throwing him with a release german suplex on the ground. SID rolls over in pain as he lands on the mats. MAYHEM walks over, with anger in his eyes, picks him up by his head, and easily throws him into the steel steps, knocking the top half of the base.
The crowd gives a collective gasp, as SID screams out in pain again, but MICHEAL MAYHEM shows no signs of mercy, as he picks SID up and throws him inside. SID lays there in pain, as MICHAEL MAYHEM reaches underneath the ring, and pulls out a table, throwing it into the ring, and setting up another one between the apron and the guardrail. He then slides in the ring, hell bent on making SID suffer even more for the verbal abuse he unleashed on him this week, but SID has other plans, he soccer kicks MAYHEM in the head, then in the ribs. MAYHEM gets up to his feet, stumbles back into the corner where he gets caught by a flying knee. He stumbles out of the corner, turns around after a few seconds of disorientation and gets caught by a dropkick to his left knee. He drops to the ground where SID pounces on him with punches to his head, and splits his forehead open with a nice 12-6 elbow.
The crowd gasps again at the sight of MAYHEM'S face when he and SID finally make their ways up to their feet. SID kicks him in the leg a few times, but MAYHEM simply thrusts him in the throat again, then lifts him up on his shoulders and slams him down hard. He wipes the blood off of his face, and looks at it. The sick bastard actually seems to thrive off of it. He pulls SID back to his feet, and actually SMEARS his own blood on his opponent's face. The crowd gives another collective gasps while some woman in the front row begins to puke. MAYHEM pulls SID up to his face and lifts him up for the Fallen Angel Slam, but SID slips off his back, and grabs him in a testicular claw. MAYHEM screams out obscenities and incoherent yells. SID flashes him one of the quick grins before letting him go and dropkicking him in the face. MAYHEM rolls around on the canvas, holding his nuts for comfort.
SID takes advantage of this opportunity and pounces on the bloody MAYHEM again with punches busting him open even more before going for a kimura; which the bigger MAYHEM easily fights off. MICHAEL pushes him again, and SID backs into the ropes. MAYHEM gets up, SID charges at him, but the more experienced superstar spears the smaller guy, nearly cutting him in half. SID lays on the canvas, curled up, holding his ribs, while MICHAEL MAYHEM slowly makes his way up on his feet. He looks even angrier now. When he picks SID up. He throws him forcefully back into the turnbuckle kicking him in the stomach, knocking him down, and stomping on him even more. SID eventually slips out of the ring, pulling MAYHEM with him. SID kicks him on the inside of his thigh before bouncing his head off the apron.
But wait! What's this?!?!?
When SID is attacking MAYHEM outside of the ring a sudden figure of TOMMY is on The X-Tron and is talking to the entire arena!!!
TOMMY: Hello, XWF Fans...i'm back form the slumps and since i been inactive for pass months and weeks... I decided to come back and make things right here...as you saw the report i did for XWF yesterday.... Its all true. Yes, my inactivity had cause me some problems in this company...And i did bring myself into this point were everyone hated me in the backstage locker room. But we learn to sometimes forget things that don't mean anything at all. "Why am i here tonight" you might ask and ill give you that answer...Is show my face here again and to see MAYHEM's ass get kicked and smashed through a table right?.. Because, You MAYHEM are so full of yourself that isn't going to anywhere my brother...Over and Out peeps.
The Fans are out cheering him on while Sid continues to go to work on MAYHEM.
MAYHEM suddenly blocks a right hand from SID and rolls back in the ring with SID following him. MAYHEM catches SID with a third throat thrust flooring the smaller man once again. He undoes the padding on the turnbuckle. He waits for SID to get up, then drops him with a snake eyes on the exposed turnbuckle, splitting SID open as well. SID hits the ground again, but MAYHEM lifts him up, and bounces his head off the turnbuckle again. SID falls back on the canvas, blood running down his sweaty face, and his eyes a little crosseyed. MICHAEL MAYHEM goes over and sits the table up in the corner. He looks at SID with a malicious look on his face before picking him up for another attempt at The Fallen Angel Slam. He smiles towards the table set up. No, he's going to hurt SID. He marches around with the near-lifeless newcomer on his shoulders, but as he approaches the table. SID suddenly slips off his shoulders.
SID bounds off the ropes, MAYHEM turns around only to be hit with a flying forearm smash. The move backs MAYHEM up, wait a minute, he's to tall!
MAYHEM just went over the top rope and CRASHED THROUGH THAT TABLE HE SET UP! SID has won the match!
WINNER: SID
With a desperation move, SID has beaten MICHAEL MAYHEM, but 'THE KING OF XTREME' is now furious. He gets back in the ring, and charges after SID. SID ducks under his clothesline and as he turns around...
BAM!!!
"J.A.V" MICHAEL MAYHEM gets hit with that flying crane kick, knocking him out. Afterwards, he looks over in the direction of LIZ WEINBERG, who is so angry she's almost in tears, and then he leaves the ring.
The XWFTron comes to life and the fans continue to buzz amongst themselves as we're presented with the image of a busy backstage hallway. Wrestlers are stretching in preperation for their matches, roadies are moving around technical gear, but nothing seems too out of the ordinary. Suddenly there is a collective gasp in the room as heads turn and from around a corner emerges the former XWF World Heavyweight Champion, PSYKO STEVO.
The crowd pops as the cameras zoom in on STEVO, who is carrying a large sack of Idaho potatoes with him. STEVO looks off to his right and nods his head at MR. NAUTRAL, who is stretching out his calves. MR. NATURAL turns his head in the other direction though, not even acknowledging the former star.
STEVO takes a few steps and sees SINCERE LEE WILD talking to one of the roadies.
STEVO: Hey, how's it goin?
SINCERE: Ewww, who is this creepy old man?
SINCERE LEE WILD takes a step back and the roadie takes a step forward. STEVO shakes his head in disbelief.
STEVO: Sorry, um, where is SHANE CARVER's office? I brought him a gift.
The roadie smirks and points down the hallway. STEVO then takes a deep breath, nods his head and takes off down the hallway, passing other stars who are getting ready for their matches. As STEVO hits the end of the room he turns to make a right, but is suddenly knocked down by none other than CHRISTOPHER JAX.
STEVO: What the hell man!?
CHRISTOPHER JAX hops back up to his feet and apologies.
JAX: Woah, hey, sorry, I didn't see you there an...
JAX jaw drops.
JAX: Wait, I know you... you're PSYKO STEVO!
STEVO, still on the ground, extends his hands towards the floor and with the assistance of the wall rises back to his feet. As he wipes the dirt off his jeans he speaks.
STEVO: Yes, yes I am.
JAX: Wow, I was a huge fan of your's growing up. What are you doing here?
STEVO: Well, I was going to bring these potatoes to SHANE CARVER but...
STEVO looks down at the floor and we can see that a number of the potatoes are now bruised and dented.
JAX: Let me help you with that.
JAX bends down and starts picking up the potatoes and a light bulb goes off in STEVO's head.
STEVO: Hey kid... you're all right. THANKs.
JAX finishes picking up as many potatoes as he can, and hands them to STEVO.
JAX: Again, I'm very sorry.
JAX turns to leave but STEVO raises his voice.
STEVO: Say, what's your current status with the XWF right now? You a champion?
JAX: Well, no. I'm not booked on tonights card and I wasn't booked on last weeks card either and...
STEVO: Kid, you kind of remind me of myself when I was getting started.
JAX takes a deep breath.
STEVO: Tell you what... you come with me, I gotta meet with SHANE but after that I'll give you some pointers on what it takes to make it in the XWF.
STEVO starts to walk and CHRISTOPHER JAX just stands there. STEVO turns around and shoots him a glare.
STEVO: Well, are you coming or not?
CHRISTOPHER JAX shakes his head affirmatively and the two take off down the hallway together.
The XWFtron fades to black and the fans in attendance all start to murmer and converse amongst themselves. Are CHRISTOPHER JAX and PSYKO SETVO teaming up? What could this mean?
1-on-1
SINISTER
-vs-
CALEB ROTHCHILD
X-Treme Rules Grudge Match
It is now time for the highly anticipated first encounter and grudge match between impressive newcomer CALEB ROTHCHILD and the deranged psychopath known as SINISTER. As the announcer announces the Extreme Rules match, a video highlight is shown of XWF owner SHANE CARVER warning to discharge SINISTER from his contract if he no-shows his match, especially due to SINISTER's absence through out the whole week, failing to give any interviews or answer CARVER's messages.
IT AINT BRAGGING MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU CAN BACK IT UP!
The unique entrance music of CALEB ROTHCHILD sounds through the PA system as the crowd get to their feet. The lights flicker until finally the man steps out to a loud ovation. He confidently strolls to the ring until he jumps onto the apron, setting off fireworks on the turnbuckles. He head bangs to each of the explosions as the audience cheer him on.
ROTHCHILD is inside the ring with an arrogant smirk on his face, seemingly confident about the brutality he's about to partake in. He showboated to the crowd until his music finally cut off. ROTHCHILD stood in the middle of the ring, looking eager to brawl with the 6'4" monster. However, several minutes went by without any sign of SINISTER. No black crows, no lights going out and no explosions. The jeers from the crowd grew louder and louder as reality hit...SINISTER had no showed Saturday Night Impact. Eventually ROTHCHILD, with a smug look on his face, raised his hands and signalled to the referee to announce him as the winner by default. But suddenly...
ST. ANGER BLARES THROUGH THE ARENA SPEAKERS!
ROTHCHILD's grin immediately was wiped off his face, replaced by widened eyes. His raised arms in celebration turned to clenched fists as the crowd stood on their feet, ready to witness SINISTER's revenge on CALEB ROTHCHILD for costing him the Submission Steel Cage match last week.
Yet...again, there was no sign of SINISTER. After his entrance played out, the booes from the crowd were deafening. Nothing in the business loses a man more respect than no showing.
The referee eventually tells the announcer to proclaim CALEB ROTHCHILD as the winner by default. ROTHCHILD's music hits as he goes to the top rope to celebrate. SINISTER has turned his back on the business and will no longer be a part of the XWF!
WINNER: CALEB ROTHCHILD
Suddenly from out of the crowd rushes ANTHONY DOUGLAS!
CALEB doesn't see him coming from behind and ANTHONY lays waste to CALEB in the same fashion CALEB did to ANTHONY when the dart knocked ANTHONY out last week! ANTHONY hits the High Noon on CALEB! He gets a mic and says...
DOUGLAS: You want to hit someone when they are down, son? You will remember this ass kicking when you tell it to your grandchildren, if I leave with the ability to have children!!!
Then ANTHONY picks him up and hits the Monsoon Rain!!! He does not release it until he is pulled off by officials!
1-on-1
JUSTIN "Justice" COLE
-vs-
MR. NATURAL
X-Treme Rules Match
BAM!
The very moment the bell rings, MR. NATURAL catches JUSTIN COLE completely off guard with a huge clotheseline! MR.NATURAL bends down to scoop up JUSTIN COLE so that he can inflict more punishment on him but instead he's greeted with a low blow. COLE jumps to his feet and grabs MR.NATURAL. FINAL JUST... NO! NATURAL SELECTION! JUSTIN COLE tries to put MR.NATURAL in his version of a twisting fisherman buster but instead is greeted with an RKO from MR.NATURAL!
MR.NATURAL now makes the pin...
...1
...2
...THREE!
WINNER: MR. NATURAL
With the match over MR. NATURAL climbs one of the turnbuckles and holds his arms over his head in celebration but suddenly the crowd goes dead silent as a giant cross descends from the rafters until it ends up lying at the top of the ramp. MR. NATURAL turns around and sees the cross then gets a smile on his face as he starts dragging JUSTIN Cole up the ramp. When MR. NATURAL and Cole have reached the cross CELEBRITY, MYSERY, and MIKE MAYHEM emerge from the backstage area carrying barbed wire. MR. NATURAL slams JUSTIN Cole on the cross and holds him down as the other three use the barbed wire to tie him to the cross. CELEBRITY gives JUSTIN Cole a nice barbed wire crown while tying his head to the cross, MYSERY ties his feet to the cross, and MAYHEM takes care of both arms. When they are finished they all watch as the cross starts to rise again with JUSTIN Cole on it, he screams out as the barbed wire rips into his flesh but there's nothing he can do to stop it. With JUSTIN Cole hanging over the ring MIKE MAYHEM, MR. NATURAL, MYSERY, and CELEBRITY all just walk away without saying a word. They warned the XWF a storm was coming...
Mr. Natural is walking backstage when suddenly, CHRISTOPHER JAX hits him with a chair from behind! As Mr. Natural is laid out on the floor, CHRIS gets a mic...
CHRIS: Did ya miss me? I bet ya did. A couple of weeks ago, I made a stipulation to a match, where if i did not win, i will walk away. Well because of how that match ended in controversy, The Board of Directors decided, that I am able to return. They also added a cherry topping, because they said, my first match back can be against anyone, in any type of match i want, And i decided, that Next Week It will be Mr. Natural vs. CHRISTOPHER JAX, one on one. And this time I WILL GET EXTREME! Because our match, will be Extreme Rules...
CHRIS walks off as the cameras return to ringside.
Intermission/Commercial break...
The lights in the arena dim as 'Raise a Little Hell' by Trooper begins playing over the X-Tron. HANK 'Thunder' LANE begins walking down the ramp on his way to the ring. He is wearing a Black Trench Coat with AoD in red letters on the back of it. He grabs a microphone from ringside and steps into the ring.
HANK 'Thunder' LANE: I know that you are all wondering just why I am out here right now. Let me make it plain and simple. As much as I appreciate HomicideTNA and it's members for welcoming me and allowing me to be a part of their group my heart just isn't in it! There is ONLY one group that I have ever been a true part of and represented. That group is one that I was a Co-Founder of back in 1997. That group is the Angels of Death! I am going to reform the AoD right here in the XWF! I will be sending out invites to some of the members of this fine organization. The very first invite I would like to send out is to someone who has been on my mind since I joined here and that person is Sincere Lee Wild. Let me know your answer and we will look over the roster here and see who we will have join us.
HANK 'Thunder' LANE exits the ring and replaces the microphone in the basket at ringside.
4-on-4
ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH
MARK FLYNN
GRIFFIN "The Mechanic" MACALISTER
DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE
-vs-
ANTHONY DOUGLAS
"The King of Wrestling" PETER GILMOUR
"The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN
"The People's ****" MR. XWF
X-Treme Rules Tag Match, 1 Fall
Special note: All the needed items for flaming tables will be readily available and if someone gets put through a flaming table they are deemed unable to compete further and removed from the match! Although this will not end the match it will put that team at an obvious disadvantage.
A variety of tables and bottles of lighter fluid lay around the arena. The crowd roars! An "XWF" Chant starts already in anticipation for what's about to go down.
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. The crowd goes silent! We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see PETER GILMOUR come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. PETER grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for PETER's next opponents to come out.
The arena darkens as the lights begin flashing and going nuts as if this was a rave. The fans boo as "Don't waste my time" begins to play and MR. XWF steps out as the flickering and flashing of the lights hit him in a way that makes him look like he is glowing. He tries hyping up the crowd by shouting at them and motioning for them to liven up as he makes his way down toward the ring, but all it does it make them boo him more. He threatens to hit a couple fans along the way and then gets into the ring where he bounces off the ropes and yells things at the fans to get them booing him even louder. Sometimes it sounds like he is cursing at them but it's very hard to tell since he's got a mask on that covers his mouth. It seems that the less the fans can understand of his yelling during his entrance, the louder they will boo him! He slides in the ring and proceeds to get right in GILMOUR's face. GILMOUR ignores him, the look on his face getting angrier and angrier as MR. XWF begins to make a variety of lewd gestures towards both GILMOUR and Rose.
Cue "Toxic" and the lights dim. At the first drum roll, ANTHONY comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stotic and emotionless. He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponents to show up.
"The camera shot shows a nice wide angle of the crowd. Looking at all the fans in attendance. All of a sudden a close of the X-tron is shown and the screen is gettin fuzzy and the blank picture is being covered in static and what seems technical difficulties. It does that for about five seconds or so and then "Toxicity" by System of a Down is being played over the PA system. The fans are shocked yet applauding and cheering. Right Then, "The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN comes from behind curtain with a thick metal chain as the fans go crazy. In his wrestling attire and entrance top, a thick wool vest as if he carved it out of his prey. He's going crazy as he makes his way down the aisle spinning the chain over his head unmercifully. Before he heads to the ring he takes a detour through the crowd still swinging his chain as thee fans duck and cover and scramble away. JOHN's going mad all through the crowd picking up steam and applause on the way. Then he hops the guardrail and enters the ring"
A medley of violins chirp as the X-Tron hums to life. A strings only Beatles' Eleanor Rigby plays as MARK FLYNN descends down the ramp, dressed in flowing feathered wrestling robe, emotionless, head down. He reaches the ring, but instead of entering the ring, he stands at the end of the entrance ramp and begins taking off his robe as his opponents stare him down from the ring.
Suddenly, These Two Boots Of Mine blasts over the PA. MACALISTER marches to the ring, ready to slide and start. But FLYNN blocks his path with an arm. He seems to be trying to take on the role as leader of this team. MACALISTER gives him a sideways glance and says something that pisses FLYNN right the hell off! Despite referencing FLYNN positively in his promos, MACALISTER's temper seems to be coming out. They're about to come to blows when suddenly...
This happens:
ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH dances down the ramp, dances through his opponents and slides into the ring. He dances in the center of the ring, dances by the ropes. His opponents are confused and disgusted by this display while FLYNN and MACALISTER both see it as an opportunity to get on the apron without being attacked. YEKNOH finishes his dance with a loud stomp and breathes intensely, smiling at the crowd.
Everyone has made their way to the ring except for DONATHAN DE SADE. It's quite possible he has convinced CARVER to allow him late entry into this match once again.
ANTHONY DOUGLAS seems enraged by this. He is tapped on the shoulder by SPARTAN, who seems to be taking a captain role on his own team, and is encouraging one of the two non-Homicide members to start. DOUGLAS stares daggers into him but SPARTAN refuses to back down. Eager to get started, MR. XWF hops into the ring, flips off GILMOUR for a reason we of the sane fold are not supposed to know and begins to square off with the Techno Viking.
MR. XWF runs up and hits the Viking with a running headbutt. The Viking's head reels back and he smiles. MR. XWF bounces off the ropes and rams him with another running headbutt. The Viking laughs! MR. XWF shouts something that cannot be said on television and bounces off the ropes. The Viking readies himself for another headbutt. MR. XWF- SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! MR. XWF just tore the Techno Viking in twain. The Viking is planted in the ground on his back but the momentum carries him so he now lies on his front, not moving an inch. MR. XWF turns and begins cursing at GILMOUR, stating how he does the same thing to GILMOUR's woman on a regular basis.
Behind his back though, off his chest, the Techno Viking begins doing the worm on the mat. His chest rebounds off the mat, his legs spring up. He's back to his feet. SPARTAN and DOUGLAS both point behind him. GILMOUR is smiling. MR. XWF turns around right into a flying shoulder block! MR. XWF gets up quickly but the Dance Warrior rebounds off the ropes and beheads him! BIG CLOTHESLINE! YEKNOH walks to the ropes opposite MR. XWF, beating his chest, yelling "MY TURN! MY TURN!" The crowd starts chanting along! MR. XWF gets up, using the ropes... to his surprise, SPARTAN tags himself in...
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! YEKNOH just squashed MR. XWF into the mat like a bug! He gets up and screams a Viking war cry. And the crowd explodes. He turns back- and walks right into SPARTAN's arms. SPARTAN presses him over his head, Dear God, SPARTAN just lifted a grown man like he was a balloon! GORILLA PRESS TOSS! YEKNOH doesn't get up quite as quickly this time. SPARTAN springs on him and nails him with the multiple punches to the face, haymaker after haymaker, lefts and rights to the temple. The Dance Warrior stays down for a moment, enough time for SPARTAN to bounce off the ropes... LEG DROP! He covers...
1...
2...
KICKOUT! YEKNOH springs an arm up. Points it back down to the corner of his thigh. He's doing some Travolta pointing now! SPARTAN has enough of this and tags in ANTHONY DOUGLAS involuntarily. DOUGLAS looks down at the arm SPARTAN smacked and shakes his head. The official tries to usher in DOUGLAS into the ring as YEKNOH rises back to his corner. DOUGLAS refuses. His attention is laser focused on DONATHAN and he refuses to enter the match until he sees DE SADE in the ring. GILMOUR tries to smack his arm and enter the match...
OUT OF NOWHERE, SPARTAN GRABS DOUGLAS BY UNDER HIS ARMS AND THROWS HIM INTO THE RING! Just as YEKNOH tags in...
GRIFFIN MACALISTER! As DOUGLAS rises, MACALISTER hits him with a dropkick to the chest. DOUGLAS springs back up, MACALISTER gets up and nails him with a dropkick to the skull. DOUGLAS is obviously dizzy and confused from being thrown like a sack of potatoes by SPARTAN and kicks to the head are not helping much. DOUGLAS takes a wild swing, MACALISTER ducks and decapitates him with a big lariat!
DOUGLAS counts rafters while MACALISTER bounces off the ropes... LEG DR- NO! DOUGLAS, working on reflex, slips out of the way! He works his way to his feet, MACALISTER charges... DOUGLAS counters with a powerslam! DOUGLAS works his way to the corner and tags in...
PETER GILMOUR! MACALISTER rises straight into a GILMOUR Fireman Carry! MACALISTER rises slowly... GILMOUR picks him up and puts him on his shoulders... SAMOAN DROP! MACALISTER is clearly being brought down and isolated from his partners. GILMOUR works him to his feet and picks him up again... SHOULDERBREAKER! GILMOUR covers...
1...
2...
TH-KICKOUT!
MACALISTER's shoulder shoots off the mat! GILMOUR picks him back off the mat... front face lock... arm over his shoulder. SNAP SUPLEX! GILMOUR goes for another cover.
1...
2...
THR-KICKOUT!
MACALISTER is being slowly grinded down. GILMOUR brings him into his corner to tag in Spart- MR. XWF tags himself in! GILMOUR's eyes darken as he looks at MR. XWF hop in. SPARTAN puts a hand on his shoulder to usher him to the apron, but GILMOUR shakes his head off and spits on the mat. They stare each other down as MR. XWF starts going to work.
MR. XWF's energetic nature comes out now! He picks up MACALISTER... BACK BREAKER! He doesn't let go! BACK BREAKER! He doesn't release... The strength here is incredible! ONE MORE BACK BREAKER! He runs to the corner and nails both of MACALISTER's partners. FLYNN's head reels back but he stays on the apron. YEKNOH flies and bangs his head on the railing. MACALISTER gets taken off like mat once more. SPINE BUSTER! MR. XWF goes for the cover....
1...
2..
THR- MACALISTER rolls a shoulder off the mat. MR. XWF rises to tag in SPARTAN, having MACALISTER in a front face lock... GILMOUR tags himself in! MR. XWF throws MACALISTER away and starts staring down GILMOUR. MR. XWF starts shouting expletives at GILMOUR, GILMOUR finally starts talking back to MR. XWF, and SPARTAN is demanding they both knock it off! Before-
MACALISTER lives! LEAPING DOUBLE LARIAT to both MR. XWF and GILMOUR! He bounces off the ropes as both men get up. DOUBLE RUNNING NECKBREAKER! MACALISTER is building momentum! GILMOUR stays down as Mr XWF rises! MACALISTER sets him up... POWERBOMB! Planted into the mat!
MACALISTER picks up GILMOUR! GILMOUR backs him into the corner but he holds him back.. He signals for the P.O.A!
SPARTAN reaches in and grabs MACALISTER by the hair, slamming him down into the mat! MACALISTER is back down on the mat as GILMOUR elbows drops to keep him down! MACALISTER crawls back to his feet, edges to his corner... where MR. XWF is waiting for him... BAM! Right hook to the jaw. MACALISTER is woozy on his feet now... Back into GILMOUR who nails him hard with a left! GILMOUR and MR. XWF are now channeling their rivalry positively by hammering MACALISTER in the skull.
MACALISTER is rocked back and forth between GILMOUR and MR. XWF. Punch after punch, slowing down the Mechanic. GILMOUR hammers him with a right and he turns into MR. XWF who runs for a clothesline! ROCK BOT- No!
MACALISTER ducks under the clothesline and dives for a tag. He makes it and brings in....
MARK FLYNN! FLYNN steps in between the ropes and walks forward calmly. He may not understand the concept of a 'hot tag.' MR. XWF charges. FLYNN ducks, forces his head under MR. XWF's shoulder, and heaves him flipped over his head. NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
1...
GILMOUR immediately breaks it up! He picks up FLYNN, hammers him with a forearm to the back and drags him to the ropes. IRISH WHIP! GILMOUR ducks, counting on FLYNN's momentum to carry him into a samoan drop... FLYNN bounces off... and nails him in the skull with a punt kick!
GILMOUR drops to one knee from the kick. FLYNN backs to the ropes again... and looks to the sky... GILMOUR rises to a bent over position... FLYNN sprints! Knee to GILMOUR's temple! As the crowd oohs from the sound of the impact. FLYNN inhales. He tastes it... He feeds on it... He turns... STRAIGHT INTO A MR. XWF CLOTHESLINE! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOT-
As MR. XWF lifts, FLYNN off the ground, FLYNN turns and kicks MR. XWF in his lower leg. MR. XWF drops and FLYNN drops to the mat, not releasing the position MR. XWF has left his arm in. He reels back! Fujiwara Armbar! He forces MR. XWF's face into the mat and reels his arm back against his shoulder blade! HE CRANKS FURTHER AND FURTHER! MR. XWF IS IN AGONY!
MR. XWF cries out in pain. He wiggles under the pressure, but the submission only sinks in deeper...
MR. XWF has no escape! His hand begins to shake...
At the last second, DOUGLAS runs in and punts him in the face. FLYNN is clearly dazed now, blood runs down his nose, he lies on his back. SPARTAN drops the apron and goes to the set-up a table and begins setting it on fire. Davis signals for Monsoon Rain! FLYNN climbs to his feet, as Davis moves into position behind him! He wraps FLYNN in the inverted guillo- FLYNN knabs his arm and forces him to the ground! WRIST LOCK! FLYNN stays standing as he forces his opponent to the ground, Davis scrambling desperately to escape! FLYNN admires the build of Davis' arm, the elbow particularly. He lowers it carefully and prepares to break it as he promised. He lifts his knee to break Davis' arm in half... closes his eyes... smiles...
SPARTAN ENTERS THE RING! SPARTAN SPRINTS PAST, BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES, AND CLOTHESLINES THE HELL OUT OF MARK FLYNN! SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! For the third time in this match, SPARTAN kills his opponent's momentum! FLYNN lies on the mat in pain, the carnage he's left in his wake not enough to get the win. SPARTAN backs up and kicks him in the ribs. Again. And once more. SPARTAN picks him up... Vertical toss suplex! FLYNN flies from one side of the ring to another. FLYNN rolls out of the ring, trying to distance himself from SPARTAN. SPARTAN slides out of the ring as well and lords over FLYNN now by the enflamed table he set up. What he said was true. FLYNN wasn't a real threat. He signals for the end. He picks FLYNN up... Lifts him into Death Valley position. SPARTAN edges over next to the table. He's going to do it! SPARTAN spins FLYNN...
FLYNN latches onto his neck! He springs his knee into SPARTAN's face and brings his weight down! FACEBUSTER! SPARTAN bounces up woozy. FLYNN shoots behind him, waistlock! FLYNN forces him up... RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE! SPARTAN IS OUT! SPARTAN IS OUT!
This match is now 3-on-3 as officials rush over with fire extinguishers to put the flames out around SPARTAN and help him to the back! FLYNN slides back into the ring where he is met by a MR. XWF CLOTHESLINE! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! He gets right in FLYNN's face, screaming it before covering him.
...
...
The official pulls him off! He's not the legal man! MR. XWF screams at the official before pulling GILMOUR on top of FLYNN. GILMOUR shakes off his exhaustion and hooks the leg!
1...
2...
THR-Foot on the rope!
FLYNN's foot edges over and barely keeps his team in the match! GILMOUR rises in frustration and stomps FLYNN in the stomach! MR. XWF turns him around and smacks him in the chest, yelling for him to get a table. While they yell at each other, Rose slides a table and a bottle of lighter fluid in the ring. GILMOUR looks down as the table nudges his foot and he starts setting it up while MR. XWF stares at him. He lights it on fire!
MR. XWF brings FLYNN to his feet and pushes him back on the ropes. FLYNN rebounds off into a MR. XWF clothesline! He's spun around- ROCK BOT-
MACALISTER hops in the ring and hammers MR. XWF in the back! MR. XWF turns around into MACALISTER's grip. SUPLEX! MR. XWF rolls out of the ring. MACALISTER turns... GILMOUR goes for a superkick! MACALISTER catches his foot! He slams his foot into the ground and grabs GILMOUR's head! P.O.A! P.O.A! P.O.A! MACALISTER has it locked in! CENTER OF THE RING!
GILMOUR cries out in pain. He wiggles under the pressure, but the submission only sinks in deeper.
GILMOUR refuses to quit, screaming through the pain!!!
MACALISTER pulls harder, straining every ounce of strength he has...
Too far from the ropes for any hope of a break, there is seemingly no escape from the hold.
GILMOUR has no choice! He goes to-
Suddenly, ANTHONY DOUGLAS lifts MACALISTER off the mat, still in Hell's Gate position, still latched onto GILMOUR's arm. GILMOUR is screaming in pain! His free arm waving in the arm manically! DOUGLAS ignores this and lifts MACALISTER over the table! MACALISTER refuses to release the hold! His stubbornness won't let him release GILMOUR's arm! This man is insane!
TWO MAN POWERBOMB! TWO MAN POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE! GRIFFIN IS OUT!
Advantage back to 2-on-3! DOUGLAS stands over MACALISTER and roars! MACALISTER is unconscious! GILMOUR rolls around the ring holding his limb, the slam doing more damage to his arm than the hold might have! DOUGLAS indicates outside where FLYNN is lying on the padding outside!
DOUGLAS slides outside the ring and begins setting up another table and lighting it. He waits for FLYNN to get up! He aims to put FLYNN through the table with the High Noon! He screams to the back for DONATHAN! He demands he come out as he's about to do it. He screams as FLYNN comes to his feet... DOUGLAS leaps and latches onto FLYNN's neck...
YEKNOH spears through DOUGLAS as he leaps! FROM OUT NOWHERE YEKNOH PLOWS STRAIGHT THROUGH DOUGLAS! DOUGLAS lies on the concrete unconscious... He doesn't move... He's out cold from that spear. YEKNOH gingerly picks him up and places him on the table. YEKNOH's leg comes up...
TECHNO STOMP! TECHNO STOMP THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE! ANTHONY DOUGLAS is out!
ANTHONY DOUGLAS is eliminated by the Techno Stomp through a flaming table!!!
...But the Techno Viking doesn't stop dance stomping! He river dances on the flames like they're hot coals! The crowd is screaming for this crazy bastard!
FLYNN slides back in the ring... GILMOUR is up. He goes for the superkick! CONNECTS! FLYNN is on the mat counting sheep! GILMOUR covers, falling back exhausted onto FLYNN
NO! MR. XWF breaks it up with a kick to FLYNN's head!
Suddenly out of nowhere there is a loud buzzing sound...
People look up and see a small, green remote control airplane flying over the crowd!
The airplane flies directly over a table that is set up at ringside and it squirts something onto the table as it passes over it. The airplane makes its way around once again and sprays more onto the table.
It smells like gasoline!
Now from out of nowhere a second remote control airplane has appeared! This one is red!
It flies over the gasoline soaked table and fires off some kind of flare that hits the surface of the table and the entire table top bursts into flames!
Everyone was paying attention to the airplanes so they didn't see DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE emerge from the audience with some kind of giant gun in his hands. It's a riot gun and he's using it to fire beanbag rounds at MR. XWF!
POW! WHAM! THUD! THWACK!
MR. XWF's head bobbles as the beanbags bounce off of it. He stumbles back... back... back... tumbling over the top rope and crashing down INTO THE FLAMING TABLE!
DONATHAN still had his trademark fedora on and he's dressed in a very expensive looking suit. He smiles as MR. XWF crashes through the flaming table and DONATHAN very patiently makes his way up onto the apron, into the ring. DONATHAN looks at GILMOUR who is just getting back to his feet.
DONATHAN takes aim with his riot gun and he blasts a concentrated cloud of light brown smoke into GILMOUR's face! GILMOUR immediately begins coughing and choking as he holds his throat. DONATHAN looks on, very satisfied as MARK FLYNN and YEKNOH begin to beat on GILMOUR relentlessly. YEKNOH is busting out his favorite dance moves between stomps to GILMOUR while FLYNN is delivering very calculated shots. DONATHAN takes aim with his riot gun and begins pelting GILMOUR with beanbags in the face at point blank range until he runs out of beanbag rounds.
DONATHAN promptly exits the ring and then slides a table into the ring, he himself remaining out at ringside. MARK FLYNN sees this as a golden opportunity and sets up the table inside the ring, followed by drenching it in lighter fluid and setting the surface ablaze. The flames roared as MARK FLYNN walked over to GILMOUR but is met with a clothesline! He has somehow fought his way back up! GILMOUR dodges an attack from YEKNOH and tosses him over the ropes to the outside. GILMOUR sees the set up flaming table and clearly wants to put FLYNN through it. He picks FLYNN up and hoists him up in the air! But it's reversed by FLYNN! He is now stood behind GILMOUR...COUNTER POINT! The rolling cutter after the knee to the spine is devastating! FLYNN is ready to pin him, the match is clearly over!...but then FLYNN looks over to the flaming table. It's clear what his intentions are as a maniacal smile comes across his face. He signals to the crowd what he wants to do to GILMOUR before pinning, and then...
THE LIGHTS GO OUT...
All you can see for the next several moments is the flames from the burning table and the shrieks from the confused audience. Eventually the lights turn on...
MARK FLYNN is stood over the body of GILMOUR and was frantically looking left and right. CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF FLYNN! He staggers to the ground holding his back, giving a clear view of who was behind him.
SINISTER has arrived!!!
The audience are shocked, not expecting to see SINISTER ever again after the no show from earlier on in the night, as well as CARVER's threat to fire him.
MARK FLYNN gets back to his feet and runs at SINISTER, but is met with a big boot! Before he could fall to the ground, SINISTER goes behind him and hoists him onto his back...TORTURE RACK! It was almost deja vu, SINISTER had carried out the same heinous attack several weeks ago.
FLYNN's spine is tortured until finally...BURNING HAMMER THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!!!
YEKNOH re-enters the ring and charges at SINISTER but SINISTER catches him with a big samoan drop right onto FLYNN!
Now DONATHAN enters the ring and charges SINISTER... back body drop on top of YEKNOH and FLYNN! SINISTER is going crazy and the fans are loving every minute of it!
Now SINISTER notices GILMOUR starting to get to his feet... Clothesline From Hell to GILMOUR!!!
SINISTER is out of control!
Some of the fans are horrified and disgusted with him as they boo, but others are cheering him on wildly and actually starting a small "holy shit...holy shit..." chant! SINISTER glances all around at the damage he has caused before finally leaving the ring. He looks like he could easily run back in there and just let loose at any second but eventually he disappears to the back as this match continues!
DONATHAN and YEKNOH both manage to roll out of the ring while GILMOUR rolls around in pain in the ring. FLYNN is being tended to for burns after being put through the table while it was still on fire, then crushed by the weight of both YEKNOH and DONATHAN to top it off.
GILMOUR starts to struggle to get up to one knee in the ring. He is still in a lot of pain but fighting through it as DONATHAN slides into the ring right in front of GILMOUR. DONATHAN looks into GILMOUR's eyes and pulls a small dart out of his pocket. DONATHAN measures him up and... throws the dart! Bulls-eye! It lands right in GILMOUR's left shoulder! DONATHAN now takes this time to reach down and pick up his fedora which had fallen off during SINISTER's rampage. DONATHAN brushes it off and then flips it up onto his head with style as GILMOUR stands there looking very glassy-eyed. GILMOUR is staring at DONATHAN but seems to be in a very sluggish state as he steps forward in a jerky, almost zombie like state. Some bloody saliva begins to drip down from the side of GILMOUR's mouth as he stares forward and appears very unbalanced on his feet. GILMOUR starts to squint and open his eyes very wide alternately, reaching forward to grab something that isn't there and almost falling forward in the process.
DONATHAN smiles as he exits the ring and grabs a microphone.
DONATHAN: Behold... I give you my latest creation -- I give you . . . ZOMBIE GILMOUR!!
The timing couldn't be more perfect as GILMOUR lets out a very loud moan, reaches his arms out as he lurches forward, and begins drooling more blood from his mouth.
YEKNOH slides into the ring and grabs GILMOUR's shoulder, spinning him around to face him so he can deliver perhaps the most devastating finisher ever seen...
OBEY!!!!!!!!
WHAAAAAM!!!!!
FANS: Ooooooooohhhh!!!
ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH just landed that finger poke of doom flawlessly! Zombie GILMOUR is OUT!
YEKNOH busts out some surprise dance moves and the fans just blow up this arena. They roar their approval as YEKNOH dances his way around GILMOUR's body and then finally places his mighty foot on GILMOUR's chest for the cover...
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...THREE!!!
WINNERS: MARK FLYNN, GRIFFIN MACALISTER, ESUOHTHGIL YEKNOH & DONATHAN DE SADE
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 the "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, we didn't have Hardcore matches. It wasn't even called Hardcore. They were No Disqualification matches, or Texas Death Matches, or some other goofy stipulation. And do you know how often those matches were? They were very rare, maybe once every couple months at the most. And they weren't done for any reason. They were only used when things got really out of hand, not because you were bored.
ERIC: Nowadays, it seems like every match has to have some stupid stipulation on it to draw interest. Buried Alive, Electric Chair, Hell in a Cell, Tables, Last Man Standing matches. And these aren't even culmination matches. These are being done for no reason whatsoever. No long buildup, no fighting each other for months, just jumping straight into some goofy career-threatening match that finishes before the second commercial break.
ERIC: I realize the nature of this business. Things change. Back in the 90's, we had this thing called the Hardcore Revolution. But the wrong message was received. Hardcore was supposed to be about putting on the best performance, night in and night out, doing whatever it takes. Instead, it created a new type of "wrestler." The glorified stuntman. These wrestlers can barely put on a headlock, but they've made a career out of being beaten with a chair. They lower expectations of what a wrestler can be and should be. If they were left to put on a regular match, their lack of skill is so much that these people would be booed out of the arena. They rely on stupid gimmicks to make up for their lack of ability. It's gotten to the point that a wrestler, such as myself, a man that prides himself on his ability to perform without using weapons, is a rarity. Twenty years ago, those stuntmen were nowhere to be found. Now, I'm the novelty act, for not wanting to take part in these meaningless contests. Last time I checked, the W stands for Wrestling, not weapons.
ERIC: Back in my day, hardcore matches were only used when it was necessary, not for every match. Sometimes, I miss those days.
We fade out and go back to ringside...
1-on-1
IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
-vs-
RAYMOND HATCHER
X-Treme Rules Match
Shinedown's Sound of Madness fills the Garden as IAN "MELTDOWN" JOHNSON shows up on the ramp and lets out a primal scream. He walks down to the ring and slides in. JOHNSON, who stands at 6'2 and a light 185 pounds and hails from Clayton, Indiana, hops up to the top rope and cracks his knuckles, awaiting his opponent.
The sounds of Chariots of Fire by Faith No More begin to play. The crowd follows RAYMOND HATCHER, the 6'2, 236-pounder from Los Angeles, California, as he walks out from behind the curtain. He's decked out in his usual all black ring attire of trunks, kneepads, boots and a single elbow pad. Thrown over top of his attire in a beautiful gold purple and black robe, "RH" stitched onto the left breast. HATCHER smiles at the sold-out crowd. He heads down to the ring, ascending the stairs and slipping through the ropes into the ring. He walks out to the middle of the ring, getting right in JOHNSON's face.
The two get into a bit of a verbal altercation as the bell rings, officially kicking off their match. HATCHER shoves JOHNSON back, but JOHNSON answers with a forearm to HATCHER's forehead. He follows it up with a couple of more, leaving HATCHER surprised by the early assault. JOHNSON whips HATCHER into the corner and rushes him with a dropkick. HATCHER falls to the canvas!
JOHNSON has taken the early advantage here. He picks HATCHER up and lays a couple of stiff chops across his chest. JOHNSON whips him into the other turnbuckle and rushes towards him again, only to be met with a sobering clothesline! HATCHER straddles JOHNSON and lays a quantity of quick right hands to his MELTDOWN's head. He rises off of him and taunts his opponent. Slowly, HATCHER picks JOHNSON up methodically connects with a neckbreaker. HATCHER goes for a cocky cover.
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. . . Kickout!
Obviously too early in the match. HATCHER picks JOHNSON up and lays a couple more solid punches to the face of MELTDOWN before whipping him into the ropes. JOHNSON leapfrogs HATCHER and bounces off the far side. HATCHER is ready, however, and slips JOHNSON into an abdominal stretch. The crowd begins to grow restless after a couple of minutes of the hold and begin to cheer for JOHNSON. JOHNSON begins to shake his arms, feeding off of New York's energetic crowd. JOHNSON uses his free foot to swipe weakly at HATCHER's legs. Although it isn't damaging, it allows JOHNSON to adjust his position just enough to flip HATCHER over onto his back! JOHNSON quickly follows with a leg drop across the throat of HATCHER. JOHNSON lays a couple of boots to the midsection of HATCHER, which actually aid him into reaching his feet. JOHNSON bounces off the near ropes and lands a crucial bulldog! He makes the cover.
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. . . Kickout!
HATCHER sits up, but JOHNSON immediately latches on with a rear chinlock, hoping to wear the bigger man down. After a half a minute of the hold, JOHNSON relinquishes it only to follow up with a vicious karate kick to the temple of HATCHER! The smack echoes in the arena. JOHNSON picks HATCHER up and guides him to the turnbuckles. He jumps to sit on the tope rope and puts HATCHER's head under his armpit, setting up for a tornado DDT. As he launches off, HATCHER uses his strength to hold the lightweight up in the air, and sends him flying face first to the outside! The hard collision draws a reaction from the crowd!
HATCHER slides to the outside with JOHNSON and grabs him by the hair. He tries to slam JOHNSON's face onto the steel steps, but JOHNSON props his foot up to block it before slamming HATCHER's head into the steps! JOHNSON quickly slides back in, bounces off the far ropes, and connects with a baseball slide that sends HATCHER into the guard rail! JOHNSON leads HATCHER back into the ring.
HATCHER, on his knees, hits JOHNSON with a low blow that the referee misses. JOHNSON doubles over from the pain. HATCHER follows up with a powerful butterfly suplex. He makes the cover.
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. . . Kickout!
JOHNSON is not out of it, yet. HATCHER picks JOHNSON up and drags him into the turnbuckle. He throws a couple of knees to the midsection, taking JOHNSON's breath, before delivering a hard right to the face. He tries to send JOHNSON to the opposite turnbuckle, but JOHNSON reverses it, bringing HATCHER back to him and delivering a hard clothesline. And another. And another. This time, HATCHER stays down, allowing JOHNSON the opportunity to connect with a springboard swanton! JOHNSON makes the cover.
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. . . NO!
At the last possible second, HATCHER kicks out! The match continues. JOHNSON lifts HATCHER up and into an inverted atomic drop, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a front dropkick! HATCHER falls back into the ring ropes. JOHNSON clotheslines him over the top, but the momentum carries him to the floor with his opponent. JOHNSON beats HATCHER to his feet, but HATCHER secures JOHNSON's by his tights and sends him into the steel ring post! HATCHER gets to his feet and shoves JOHNSON back into the ring. It's been a back and forth contest thus far as HATCHER climbs into the ring. HATCHER delivers a couple of double axe handle smashes to the back of JOHNSON before gripping him around the abdomen. He looks for a gutwrench suplex, but JOHNSON amazingly lands on his feet! He surprises HATCHER with a couple more knife edge chops to the chest. With HATCHER a bit off guard, JOHNSON bounces off the ropes and feigns his way into an attempted wheelbarrow stunner. HATCHER, smartly, shoves JOHNSON off of him as he goes for the stunner portion of the maneuver. JOHNSON spins around, where HATCHER takes him down for a small package!
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. . . THREE!!!
JOHNSON kicks out but it's too late! HATCHER slides out of the ring quickly, knowing that he just scored a surprising pin.
WINNER: RAYMOND HATCHER
The arena lights flash and flutter out. The air becomes heavy with an overwhelming sense of tension and suspense. A few seconds seem like an eternity, until...
The screen flashes imagery of bomb and tanks, old cartoons, popular reality shows and 90's sitcoms. Flashing back and forth too fast to even register before stopping on an image of the XWF Logo against a backround of static.
A voice... A woman's voice, soft and soothing yet eerily monotone starts to speak as static slowly fades into the foreground.
"A new presence is approaching. A warrior of a different breed"
War footage starts flickering across the screen, snowed with static, as if coming from an old broken antenna.
"A warrior that cares not for gold or glory"
Images of reality shows and soap operas flicker onto the screen, as if the channel on a television was being turned constantly.
"His battle is not the pursuit of victory. His war is not the pursuit of championships"
The screen once again is flooded with various television imagery before cutting back to static
"He battles against reason. His war, against order".
The static fades to black.
1-on-1
"The Phoenix" ERIC LEWIS
-vs-
TYLER DECKER
X-Treme Rules Match
The lights in the arena dim as a violin plays over the PA. The crowd cheers in anticipation as the music builds to a crescendo, and just as the record scratching hits, two balls of fire ignite from the ring, as the vocals to "Out on Front Street" 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, the 5'8, 215 pound native of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania goes from a kneeling position into a hands-free back somersault, landing on his feet, swinging his arms down towards his sides.
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, the 5'11, 185 pound Englishman from Detroit, Michigan 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.
The referee rings the bell as the two men square off in the middle of the ring. ERIC LEWIS immediately uses his speed and catches DECKER with a quick right hand. DECKER tries to retaliate with a right of his own but LEWIS ducks it and lands a beautiful dropkick that sends DECKER flying through the ropes and onto the floor below. It doesn't take DECKER long to get to his feet but LEWIS is waiting on him and comes charging across the ring at full speed. LEWIS jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off looking for a moonsault.... NO! DECKER moves out of the way at the last possible second and LEWIS comes crashing down on the arena floor hard. DECKER wastes no time tossing LEWIS back in the ring, honoring their agreement to avoid all weapons. As LEWIS slowly stirs, DECKER is busy taunting the New York City crowd. LEWIS rolls in the ring, and DECKER stays on the attack stomping him a few more times. DECKER pulls LEWIS to his feet as he has something planned here and whatever it is it's going to be hazardous to THE PHOENIX's health. DECKER Irish whips LEWIS to the far side ropes, LEWIS hits the ropes and comes flying back towards DECKER. DECKER ducks his head looking for a backbody drop and SMACK!
ERIC LEWIS responds with a kick to DECKER's jaw! LEWIS circles behind DECKER and hits his trademark BACKSTABBER!! DECKER rolls to the ropes after being absolutely rocked and LEWIS rushes in with a baseball slide that sends him under the bottom ropes and onto the hard floor. ERIC LEWIS is going to try to fly again, he wastes no time climbing the top turnbuckle but before he can even get a chance to jump DECKER reaches his feet but makes the mistake of thinking he's safe. LEWIS jumps from the turnbuckle and connects with a beautiful twisting senton that leaves both men in a heap on the floor. LEWIS is the first one to his feet after a few dozen seconds and slides into the ring but DECKER isn't far behind him. CRACK! Maybe that wasn't such a good thing. LEWIS follows with a crucifix DDT! LEWIS makes the cover.
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. . . NO!
DECKER kicks out. LEWIS quickly bounces off the ropes and lands a snap elbow drop before DECKER can rise to his feet. The move seems to have awoken DECKER, however, because as LEWIS brings him to his feet, DECKER counters with a jawbreaker! LEWIS stumbles backwards, but DECKER connects with a boot to the midsection, doubling LEWIS over.
CRACK! DECKER catches LEWIS with a beautiful spinning impaler, his secondary finisher, BACK TO THE FUTURE! LEWIS convulses on the ground from the severity of the impact and DECKER rushes towards him for the pin...
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. . . KICKOUT!
CRACK! DECKER tosses LEWIS head first through the near turnbuckles and into the steel ring post. ERIC LEWIS is in a world of hurt. Is the steel ring post considered a weapon?! Did Decker do it intentionally?! DECKER scoops up ERIC LEWIS up and gently sets him on the ring apron facing the crowd. What the hell is going on? DECKER runs towards his opponent with LEWIS still on the ring apron and jumps over the top rope. OH MY GOD! BULLDOG OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! The referee rolls out of the ring and checks on both men. DECKER is clearly in better shape, but he hit the floor hard on his tailbone and is suffering some pain behind it. LEWIS, meanwhile, is out cold. DECKER wills himself to one knee and finally pulls himself to his feet. Meanwhile ERIC LEWIS still hasn't moved since being slammed face first onto the floor. DECKER rolls his motionless body back into the ring and stands over him just looking down at him for a moment. He arrogantly drops to his knee before laying on top of LEWIS with the cover.
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. . . NO! WHAT?!
LEWIS miraculously kicks out after such a devastating move. A small cut has opened up on the top of his forehead, and a small trickle of blood begins to seep down his face. DECKER slams his fists on the mat in disbelief as the crowd cheers THE PHOENIX on. DECKER rolls to the outside and grabs a steel chair! He rolls back into the ring and readies an attack on LEWIS but somewhere in all of this, DECKER has a change of heart and drops the steel chair. LEWIS staggers to his feet, and DECKER spins him around and whips him into the turnbuckle. DECKER sets LEWIS up on the top rope and looks for a superplex when...
Rushing down the ramp and into the ring are none other than Homicide's own JOHN SPARTAN and MR. XWF!!! DECKER wises up to it, hops down from his perch, and quickly grabs the steel chair that he just brought into the ring. LEWIS regains enough composure to stand up...and deliver an aerial double axe handle across the head of MR. XWF! DECKER runs towards SPARTAN with the chair, but SPARTAN kicks DECKER in the midsection, causing him to drop the weapon. SPARTAN shoves DECKER back into the ropes, but DECKER surprises SPARTAN with a spinwheel kick! The big fellow staggers backwards into LEWIS, who wraps his arms around SPARTAN's head. MR. XWF, however, quietly has taken control of the steel chair and cracks it over DECKER's HEAD!! LEWIS runs up the turnbuckles, looking for the famed LEWIEGASM (Acid Drop), but SPARTAN proves to be too powerful, tossing LEWIS in the air.....
INTO A BASEBALL SWINGING STEEL CHAIR FROM MR. XWF!!! The once small cut on LEWIS's forehead has busted wide open! He'll most likely need stitches after this one! HOMICIDE isn't done yet, unfortunately. MR. XWF picks LEWIS up and tosses him towards SPARTAN, who lands a vicious ANARCHY IN THE U.S.A. (Death Valley Driver that lands like a reverse DDT)!!! LEWIS is now out cold, having taken some HUGE damage to his body! Meanwhile, DECKER has risen to his feet and alternates with punches to both SPARTAN and MR. XWF! Unfortunately, SPARTAN blocks the last attempt and lands a brutal headbutt to DECKER. DECKER stumbles backwards into a ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! ROCK BOTTOM! MR. XWF slams DECKER down with authority!!
Madison Square Garden showers TNA with boos as the team taunts the crowd and talks smack to their downed opponents. SPARTAN and MR. XWF climb out of the ring and heads arrogantly to the back, leaving their trail of destruction behind them.
DRAW/NO CONTEST
1-on-1
TAX
-vs-
HANK 'THUNDER' LANE
Electric Chair Match
The lights go black but quickly fade into a dark green. "Greed" by Godsmack blasts across the sound system. TAX appears at the entranceway with his head down, seething. A shower of tacks falls on him. He steps forward to the edge of the ramp, and a bevy of fire engulf the entrance. As it cools down, TAX makes a straightforward walk straight to where the Electric Chair has been place at ringside. After checking it out he continues to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. TAX goes from ring side to ring side, shouting at the fans while educating them on what he is going to do to his opponent.
'Raise a little Hell' by Trooper begins playing over the X-Tron as HANK 'Thunder' LANE steps through the curtains at the top of the ramp. He is wearing a Black Satin Robe with Thunder on the back of it in Diamonds. As he makes his way to the ring he stops to check on the Electric Chair himself. He touches it and pretends like he is being shocked. After climbing through the ropes he motions for TAX to step back. He holds his hands up and everyone sees that he is holding a microphone in his hands.
HANK LANE: Cut the music now. I have something to say. I want all of you fat, Out of shape women to take a good look at what you will never be good enough to touch.
He takes his robe off and hands it through the ropes to the ring girl. Underneath he is wearing a pair of wrestling tights with the likeness of Sincere Lee Wild on the back of them and a lightning bolt shooting down one of the legs. He turns around to face TAX who is standing right in front of him. TAX slaps him so hard across the face that it could be heard throughout the arena. The crowd lets out a collective gasp as the referee calls for the bell to start the match.
Thunder puts his hand up to where TAX slapped him and smiles wickedly. TAX kicks him in the midsection. Thunder bends over and is caught by an uppercut that sends Thunder reeling backwards. TAX grabs Thunder by the arm and sends him flying across the ring into the turnbuckle. TAX follows him in and hits him with a clothesline and steps back as Thunder slides down to the mat. TAX picks him up and begins slamming his head into the top turnbuckle as the crowd begins counting.
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TAX releases Thunder and he falls to the mat. TAX picks Thunder up again and hits him with an Inverted DDT. TAX picks Thunder up again and begins dragging him towards the ropes. Thunder pushes him off and drops down to the mat. TAX comes off of the ropes and jumps over Thunder. He comes off of the ropes on the other side and is hit with a Standing Drop Kick that sends him back into the ropes. As TAX comes off he is hit with a powerful clothesline and taken down to the mat. Thunder picks up TAX and throws him outside the ring. He quickly follows him out sliding under the ropes. Thunder picks up TAX and drops him over the steel railing surrounding the ring. Thunder picks TAX up again and starts to throw him into the steel steps. TAX reverses it and Thunder slams into the steps so hard they are dislodged and sent flying across the floor. Thunder begins bleeding from the forehead. TAX moves towards Thunder. Thunder sees him coming and picks up a part of the steps that is close to him and slams TAX over the head with it. TAX falls to the floor as blood begins pouring from an open wound in his head. After a few moments both men get to their feet and go at each other. They begin trading blows with neither man giving an inch. Lefts and Rights fly as the crowd responds with each painful shot.
Both combatants are now covered in blood. TAX gains the upper hand as he kicks Thunder right between the legs and grabs him by the head as he bends over in obvious pain. TAX tries to go for a DDT on the arena floor but Thunder is able to push him off, Right into where the Electric chair is sitting. TAX smacks into the side of the chair. As TAX starts to get up Thunder hits him with clothesline that sends him flying over both the Chair and the steel railing behind it, Right into the front row of seats. The crowd scampers out of the way as Thunder climbs over the railing and grabs TAX. Thunder picks him up and presses TAX over his head before throwing him back towards the ring. He climbs back over the railing and grabs a steel chair. As TAX begins to get to his feet Thunder hits him over the head with the chair. TAX falls to the arena floor. Thunder grabs him once more and throws him inside the ring. Thunder climbs into the ring and picks up TAX. He climbs to the top rope with TAX and positions him just right. The crowd gasps as Thunder hits a face first DDT from the top rope. TAX hits the mat and begins shaking violently.
Thunder picks TAX up again and tosses him back out onto the arena floor. He goes back out after him and grabs him by the arm. He drags TAX over to the Electric Chair and throws him into the seat. Thunder grabs the right arm of TAX and begins to strap it onto the chair. TAX comes to with a look of fear on his face. TAX kicks Thunder away from him and jumps out of the chair. TAX hits Thunder with a clothesline sending him hard into the outer part of the ring. TAX grabs Thunder and Suplexes him onto the concrete floor. Thunder screams out in pain as TAX picks him up and carries him over to the chair. TAX throws Thunder into the chair and moves in to strap him down. Thunder uses what energy he can muster to flip TAX over him and into the crowd seated behind the chair. Thunder falls out of the chair and onto the floor. Both men are down.
TAX somehow gets up first and runs from where he is in the crowd, springing up off the guard rail and over the chair, landing on LANE with a flying elbow drop! That was insane!
TAX tries to get to his feet as fast as possible and he holds on to the apron to keep his balance. HANK LANE is very slowly moving and starting to get up... TAX positions himself so that LANE is directly between TAX and the electric chair. As soon as LANE finally stands... KOINKICK INTO THE ELECTRIC CHAIR!
LANE lands hard in the chair as TAX wastes no time strapping him in!
The fans can't believe what they're seeing as TAX turns on the juice! Electricity surges through LANE as officials and EMTs immediately rush onto the scene and force TAX to back away. It's over!
WINNER: TAX
MAIN EVENT
1-on-1
X-Treme 24/7
THE TRISTAN SLATER
-vs-
JOSEPH PAGE
X-Treme Rules/Title always on the line
The XWF & US Titles not on the line
Madison Square Garden literally comes unglued as the anticipation has finally come to an end and our special guest ring announcer MICHAEL BUFFER makes his presence known. He welcomes everyone to tonight's main event and then delivers his classic line...
Many of the fans shout in unison with him...
The fans roar their approval as the anticipation can be cut with a knife! A few moments later the introductions begin!
"Say This Sooner" hits the speakers to a massive pop from the New York Crowd.
MICHAEL BUFFER: INTRODUCING FIRST, ABOUT TO MAKE HIS WAY TO THE RING, HE IS THE XWF X-TREME AND UNITED STATES CHAMPION... JOOOOOOOSEEEEEPH PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!
Just hearing Michael Buffer deliver his classic introductions fires up this crowd even more!
PAGE makes his way out in front of the crowd to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. The Xtreme Championship around his waist and the United States Championship over his shoulder. PAGE takes a moment to soak this in before nodding his head as he heads to the ring. PAGE slides into the ring where before reaching his feet to an even louder pop from the crowd. The music fades away leaving nothing but the roaring crowd.
MICHAEL BUFFER: AND HIS OPPONENT...
You can feel the crowd shift into boo's before the music even hits.
"Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers to massive heat from the crowd.
MICHAEL BUFFER: ABOUT TO MAKE HIS WAY TO THE RING, HE IS THE XWF-TNA CHAMPION, THEEEEEEE TRRRISTAAAAAAAAAAAN SLAAAAAAATERRRRRRRRR!
The house lights dim out. A single spotlight hits the entry way as THE TRISTAN SLATER makes his way out from the back, the XWF-TNA Championship firmly around his waist. SLATER doesn't pay any attention to the crowd, he's firmly locked on JOSEPH PAGE as he makes his way to the ring. SLATER makes his way up the ring steps to the apron where he climbs up on the middle rope, unstrapping the Championship he hoists it up in the air to louder and louder boo's from the crowd. SLATER hops into the ring where he hands his Championship off to the referee. The referee hands all the titles minus the Xtreme Championship to MICHAEL BUFFER before hoisting up the X-treme Championship for all to see. He passes the title off before calling for he bell.
Just before the bell is about to ring on the most high profile fight in quite some time, the lights go black but quickly fade into a dark green. "Greed" by Godsmack blasts across the sound system. TAX appears at the entranceway, as promised, carrying with him a steel folding chair in one hand and a Coke and popcorn in the other. THE TRISTAN SLATER looks pissed that TAX has chosen to take a front row seat to the contest, but what did he expect? JOSEPH PAGE seems unfazed by TAX's presence as TAX sets his seat up at the end of the long walkway and starts munching. He encourages SLATER to continue his match without any interruption.
The referee signals for the bell and we're underway!
This is what you've all wanted to see, this is what's brought this place to a fever pitch... SLATER... PAGE.... In the words of Marvin Gaye, "Let's... Get... It.... On!"
The crowd roars as PAGE and SLATER slowly circle each other before locking up center ring. SLATER quickly displays the power advantage as he shoves PAGE back into a set of turnbuckles to loud boo's from the crowd. SLATER knows he's got the size and weight advantage over PAGE as he challenges him to come back out to the center of the ring. PAGE makes his way out from the corner where he instantly hooks right back up with SLATER, and yet again SLATER shoves him back into a set of buckles to louder boo's from the crowd. SLATER screams out at PAGE...
THE TRISTAN SLATER: YOU'RE NOTHING!
The New York Crowd erupts with boo's as SLATER challenges PAGE to get back in the middle of the ring. PAGE makes his way out from the corner where they look to lock up once more, yet this time it's PAGE who dodges the lock up attempt cause SLATER to spin around catching a straight kick to the stomach followed by a knee to the face completing the DOWNSIZED! The crowd roars as PAGE looks to capitalize with a cover on SLATER!
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SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat! PAGE nearly pulled off the upset within seconds of the opening bell! The crowd is on fire for PAGE as he reaches his feet where he picks SLATER up off the mat, he nails him with a jab to the face followed by a second and then a third before backing SLATER up against the ropes! PAGE looks to whip SLATER across the ring, SLATER reverses and it's PAGE who bounces off the ropes ducking under a closeline by SLATER, PAGE bounces off the far side where where he ducks under a second clothesline where he counters with a Crucifix!
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The crowd gasps as SLATER throws a shoulder up off the mat! PAGE is the first to his feet where he picks SLATER up before whipping him into a set of buckles. PAGE explodes towards SLATER but eats a Reverse Elbow that staggers PAGE out towards the center of the ring. SLATER comes out of the corner mowing PAGE down with a closeline. The crowd boo's as SLATER picks PAGE right back up before delivering a T-Bone Suplex! The crowd boo's intently as SLATER doesn't even both to attempt a cover. Instead he reaches his feet where he starts stomping away at the ribs and body of PAGE. Stomp after stomp, harder and harder before reaching down picking PAGE up off the mat. SLATER laces PAGE across the chest with a knife edge chop which echo's throughout the building. SLATER laces PAGE with a second chop, stiffer than the first which sends PAGE back into a corner clutching his chest. SLATER makes his way into the corner as he thumbs PAGE in the eyes before hammering him with a hard right hand. SLATER brings PAGE out of the corner with a snap mare where he follows by flipping over PAGE while snapping his neck forward. SLATER reaches his feet to huge boo's from the crowd. SLATER stands over PAGE taunting him as PAGE clutches his neck. SLATER reaches down picking PAGE up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. He shoots him across the ring, PAGE bounces off the ropes and into a Over Head Release Belly to Belly Suplex! SLATER makes his first cover on PAGE, hooking the leg tight.
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Madison Square Garden explodes as PAGE throws a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three. SLATER reaches his feet where he picks PAGE up off the mat before blasting him with a European Uppercut which sends PAGE toppling out to the floor through the top and middle rope. The crowd boo's as SLATER rolls out to the floor after PAGE. He picks him up off the floor before driving PAGE head first off the ring apron. SLATER runs the eyes of PAGE across the ring apron to louder boo's from the crowd. SLATER takes his eye off the ball as he turns his attention towards the fans at ringside where he flips them the middle finger! SLATER turns his attention back towards PAGE, he comes towards him but it's PAGE who lands a boot to the midsection of SLATER before firing back with a right hand before bouncing SLATER head first off the ring steps! The crowd roars as PAGE takes SLATER and throws him back into the ring! PAGE slides back into the ring after SLATER where he picks him up off the mat and drives him back into a neutral corner. PAGE nails SLATER with an uppercut before bringing him out of the corner, PAGE scoops SLATER up over his shoulder before hooking SLATER up with a TREE OF WOE! The crowd roars as PAGE stomps away at SLATER nearly 6 times before running across the ring to the opposite corner where he spins and around and runs back across the ring where he delivers a BASEBALL SLIDE to the face of SLATER! SLATER crumbles into the ring! PAGE quickly makes the cover on SLATER where he hooks the leg!
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NO! SLATER kicks out! SLATER kicks out!! PAGE doesn't hesitate with the near fall, he gets to his feet where he lifts SLATER up to a seated position before delivering a stiff kick across the back of SLATER! SLATER screams out in pain as he's picked up off the mat by PAGE who backs SLATER up against the ropes. He sends him across the ring, SLATER bounces off the ropes and walks into a SPINBUSTER SLAM by PAGE! Madison Square Garden roars as PAGE reaches his feet where he points to the top turnbuckle! PAGE makes his way to the ring where he steps out to the ring apron before making the climb to the top turnbuckle! The crowd roars louder and louder for PAGE as he leaps off the top rope delivering a Elbow Drop across the chest of SLATER! The crowd's on fire! PAGE makes the cover!
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NO! SLATER kicks out! The crowd can't believe it! For the first time in this contest there's a look of confusion that graces the face of JOSEPH PAGE as he works his way to his feet. PAGE signals for the CUTTHROAT, or Spear as you'll know it as. PAGE sizes SLATER up from across the ring. SLATER starts working his way to his feet. As he stands up he starts turning around to find PAGE, PAGE explodes from the corner looking to land the SPEAR! From out of nowhere SLATER leap frogs over PAGE causing PAGE to bounce face first off the middle turnbuckle off the opposite side of the ring! SLATER spins around where he yanks PAGE back towards the center of the ring before peeling off a German Release Suplex! SLATER's quickly to his feet where he picks PAGE up off the mat before landing a Northern Light Suplex! Again SLATER is quickly to his feet where he runs towards the ropes, SLATER springboards off the middle rope with a Leg Drop across the throat of PAGE before making a cover hooking PAGE's leg!
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The crowd roars PAGE escapes near doom by throwing his shoulder up off the mat! SLATER cuts his eyes towards the referee as he starts working his way back to his feet. There's a chant of "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" starts to generate around Madison Square Garden. A split screen is shown as both locker rooms, Homicide and The XWF have talent gathered around monitors watching this contest unfold intently. Cutting back to the live shot of the action SLATER reaches his feet where he reaches down picking PAGE up off the mat. SLATER locks in a front face lock before hoisting PAGE up in the air for suplex, yet he holds PAGE high in the air for several seconds before dropping PAGE on his head with a vicious Brain Buster! SLATER screams out..
THE TRISTAN SLATER: BALLGAME!
SLATER floats over into a cocky cover.
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NO! NO! NO! Madison Square Garden explodes as PAGE shoots a shoulder up off the mat! SLATER can't believe it! Shock overcomes his face as he reaches his feet where he gets right up in the referee's face complaining about a slow count! The referee maintains his ground which leads to SLATER shoving the referee back into the ropes! The crowd roars as the official comes off the ropes SHOVING Slater back into a SCHOOL BOY by PAGE!
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SLATER KICKS OUT!
SLATER beats PAGE to his feet, SLATER looks to deliver a Running closeline that's ducked by PAGE, PAGE runs towards the opposite ropes, the bounce off opposite side of the ring where PAGE damn near splits SLATER in half with the CUTTHROAT! PAGE hits the SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR! The crowd is at an all time high as PAGE rolls SLATER over where he executes the cover!
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SLATER shoots a shoulder off the mat! The crowd is in a state of shock as this match WILL CONTINUE! The crowd starts chanting "PAGE, PAGE, PAGE" as JOSEPH starts making his way to a vertical base. SLATER starts to stir, yet PAGE beats him to a vertical base. PAGE nails SLATER with a right hand which staggers SLATER backwards. SLATER comes right back with a knife edge chop that rocks PAGE back several feet. PAGE comes right back with a headbut across the bridge of the nose which gains him the opportunity to drill SLATER with a Heart Punch! SLATER hits the mat before rolling out to the floor! SLATER thinks he's in safety, yet PAGE bounces off the far side ropes where he dives through the top and middle rope landing a Suicide Dive which sends SLATER crashing back into the barricade! PAGE lands on his feet, he laces SLATER across the chest with another chop. SLATER swings wildly, PAGE ducks out under the right hand managing to take a back waist lost before peeling off a GERMAN SUPLEX ON FLOOR! The crowd roars with a "HOLY SHIT" chant as SLATER's body smacks off the floor! PAGE reaches his feet as he knows that this is his moment. He reaches down picking a very limp SLATER up off the floor before rolling him back into the ring. PAGE slides into the ring where he makes another cover!
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Another massive gasp as SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat! PAGE manages to work his way to his feet where he calls for THE MID-DAY WAKE UP! PAGE reaches down picking SLATER up off the mat where he takes a back waist lock, yet before he can peel off the move it's SLATER who delivers rapid fire elbows to the head of PAGE which eventually breaks his grasp before quickly countering with a DIAMOND CUTTER! The crowd pops for the move as SLATER rolls PAGE over where he executes the cover!
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PAGE throws a shoulder up off the mat to a massive pop from the crowd! This match WILL CONTINUE! SLATER slowly starts pushing himself to his feet. The crowd once again chants "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" towards the ring towards BOTH these magnificent performers. SLATER finally reaches his feet where he picks PAGE up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. SLATER fires PAGE across the ring, PAGE bounces off the ropes where he's met with a SPINBUSTER by SLATER! The prelude to the FLIP PILEDRIVER! The crowd breaks out into boo's as SLATER reaches a vertical base where he starts to feel victory is within his grasp. SLATER calls for the FLIP PILEDRIVER to loud boo's from the crowd. SLATER makes his way over to PAGE where he reaches down picking him up off the mat! SLATER positions PAGE for the FLIP PILEDRIVER, yet before he can peel off his move PAGE counters with a double leg take down before flipping over SLATER stacking his shoulders to the mat!!
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SLATER manages to bridge up and out of the pin before countering with a BACKSLIDE!
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PAGE kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd! Both SLATER and PAGE reach a vertical base where they take each other down with a double closeline! The crowd roars with approval as both SLATER and PAGE lay on the mat motionless, yet under the structure of the rules the referee is powerless to count out either man seeing as there's NO RULES. The crowd applauds the in ring work as this is nothing more than a PURE wrestling match as opposed to an X-TREME RULES match. It seems like 10 seconds pass before both SLATER and PAGE each slowly begin to stir. Each man manages to push themselves up off the mat and to a vertical base ruffly at the same time. SLATER swings with a right hand, PAGE blocks before nailing SLATER with a uppercut. SLATER swings again, and again PAGE blocks where he lands another uppercut to a louder ovation from the crowd, PAGE rears back looking to deck SLATER with a right hand, SLATER ducks out of the way while managing to drive PAGE into the mat with a side suplex! SLATER rolls out to the ring apron before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. SLATER staggers towards a set of buckles where he starts to climb up to the top rope. The crowd starts to buzz wondering what they're going to see next. SLATER stands up top before leaping off with a SHOOTING STAR PRESS! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! SLATER makes the cover hooking the closest leg!
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If the roof could blow off, it would with the reception PAGE gets by somehow, some way managing to shoot a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three! SLATER can't believe it! His jaw is dropped as the crowd continues to roar! SLATER's breathing heavily, as is PAGE after this barbaric contest that's hit the 30 minute mark. Each man refuses to lose. They refuse to taste defeat. What a MATCH! The crowd once again bellows out with a chant of "THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME" by the crowd. SLATER reaches his feet where he picks up PAGE before positioning him the FLIP PILEDRIVER! The crowd explodes as PAGE counters with a back body drop! The fans roar as SLATER works his way back to his feet where PAGE comes up behind him, PAGE manages to deliver the MID-DAY WAKE UP to SLATER! The fans roar, yet PAGE is spent. Precious time passes before PAGE manages to crawl towards SLATER and drape an arm over his chest!
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NO! SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat! The crowd is now a standing room only! The fans are so loud you can hardly hear yourself think.
PAGE has a complete look of utter shock and dismay grace his face as he pushes his self to his feet, he reaches down picking SLATER up off the mat, the crowd roars with boo's as SLATER delivers a low blow to PAGE! PAGE drops to both knees which gives SLATER the time to push his self to his feet where he's able to peel off the FLIP PILEDRIVER! The crowd's boo's are unreal as SLATER executes the cover!!
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THREE!!! WE HAVE A NEW X-TREME CHAMPION!
WINNER: THE TRISTAN SLATER
TAX looks on, still at ringside after having watched this entire contest. It's unclear what his emotions are but he is focused on THE TRISTAN SLATER.
Exhausted from his grueling affair with JOSEPH PAGE, SLATER reaches over the ropes and takes his XWF-TNA Championship from a ring hand. He also takes his newly acquired X-TREME Championship. Judging from the look on his face, he is glad to be holding his titles in victory tonight!
What's this?!?!?
With SLATER's back turned, the BLUEPRINT OF THE FALL rush down to ringside, ignoring TAX as they ambush the ring!!
RAYMOND HATCHER stands on the ring apron as TYLER DECKER climbs the turnbuckles, waiting on THE TRISTAN SLATER to turn around!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, TAX takes his seat, the steel chair, and slams it across HATCHER's back!! What is he doing?!
TAX quickly hops onto the apron and pushes DECKER from the top turnbuckle just as SLATER turns around! SLATER instinctively lays a boot to DECKER's midsection, and follows that up with his FLIP PILEDRIVER finisher! BLUEPRINT OF THE FALL is out!!!
TAX has a sly smile on his face as SLATER stares at him in mild disbelief! Why the hell did TAX just help out SLATER?! Is TAX an undercover TNA member?!
TAX left the Madison Square Garden arena, its fans, and THE TRISTAN SLATER, to wonder about his motives as a cascade of boos shower him from the sold out crowd.
