Live from the Fleet Center - Boston, Massachusetts!
Saturday Night Impact takes the air live as...
There's a mixed reaction from the live crowd as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers which can only mean ONE thing!
The house lights dim to darkness as White strobe lights flicker throughout the building. The mixed pop only gets louder as the XWF CHAMPION, THE TRISTAN SLATER is shown walking out to the top of the ramp followed by his manager, JAMES RAVEN. SLATER, already dressed in his ring gear starts walking towards the ring with RAVEN beside him. SLATER and RAVE reach ringside before SLATER makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He steps into the squared circle followed by the legendary JAMES RAVEN. SLATER hoists up the XWF Championship in the air for all to see to a louder mixed reaction from the crowd. The music fades out as SLATER is handed a microphone.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "What a difference a week makes, eh?"
More cheers than boo's are heard from the crowd as SLATER continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Everywhere I go; bars, airports, hotel lobbies, it doesn't matter... the only thing that EVERYONE is talking about is me showing up on WGWF programming last Monday Night."
The crowd boo's loudly at the mention of the WGWF.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "I've never professed to be a role model, because I'm far from it... but what I am is very PROUD to be apart of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation."
The crowd roars at SLATER's statement as he continues.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "The XWF is a company that's on the rise, and there's no doubts about that. I've got my issues with SHANE CARVER like most people do, but what I refuse to stand by and listen too, is some jackass who hasn't tasted success in over a year... that man... is PAUL FROST!"
Loud boo's at the mention of PAUL's name.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "Tonight, I've invited PAUL FROST to appear on IMPACT, yet from my understanding is that PAUL'S got better things to do."
Loud boo's reign out from all over the building.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "... and that's my problem with talent today. It seems that everyone likes to run their mouths, make themselves appear to be tough, yet when it comes to DOING something about it... they've got "better things to do", right ERIC LEWIS? I digress. Last Monday Night on Brawl I wasn't afraid, I wasn't scared, I walked right into the lions den and bitch slapped that sack of s**t into next week!"
A Thunderous Ovation is heard!
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "The one thing that I do that most do not... I actually BACK MY PLAY! Tonight, I'm out here to make each and everyone one of you here, watching at home, but more importantly to the boys in the back who BUST THEIR ASS just like I do a promise... I PROMISE that if PAUL FROST DARES to actually ACCEPT my challenge for UNSTOPPABLE on the 1st of September, I PROMISE you all that I WILL sever him his ass on a f**king platter before sending him tucking his tail and running like the little BITCH he truly is!
BLACKOUT
The entire arena is now pitch black with the exception of the fans who all turn on their cell phones, thus creating a blanket of stars out in the crowd.
“TRISTAN…..TRISTAN….TRISTIAN”
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“What I’m I going to do about you …..BOY?”
Suddenly non-stop boos are heard as the house lights come up a little but the “IMPACT” Titiantron now shows the image of XWF number one HATER…. WGWF Hall of Famer….the “Child Killer”….PAUL FROST!!!!!
Frost: Up here Champ, in fact ALL OF YOU...LOOK UP HERE…..and GZE UPON A GOD!!!!!
More BOO’s
Frost: Face it people I’m only a God because I’m NOT some XWF “superstar”, I’m a God because I am NOT some XWF staffer and I am certainly a God because I would NEVER pay to watch such CRAP like all of you fans.
Frost spots a tiny grin on the left side of his face as this crowd continues to grow accustom to booing the “Child Killer”
Frost: Although I really wish I were a God because then I would pull a Noah’s Arc on all you people and flood the entire world of the Xdub and drown each and EVERY one of you fans, staffers and so called “superstars” like the rats you truly are.
The grin grows across Paul’s face at that last comment as cameras catch Tristan mouthing “JUST GET DOWN HERE ALREADY”
Frost: Speaking of rats they carry disease but not as much disease as an XWF ring which is why I am NOT in the building tonight.
More BOO’s as Tristan shakes his head “TYPICAL”
Frost: See two reasons FIRST and foremost I’ve got this great piece of ass, she’s waiting in the next room. But the second reason why I chose to broadcast via satellite is because of a Health concern Tristan. Fact of the matter I would rather inject the AIDS virus then EVER step one single foot into that disgusting, infested, and putrid pile of crap….better known as the X….W….F.
More HEAT
Frost: In fact I think I’m have breathing problems right now……(Frost stars wheezing)…..Ho….hold…..hold on.
Paul reaches down and pulls out a paper bag and starts to breathe until he finds his rhythm.
Frost: That’s better, sorry I had a little bit of scare when I remembered I was on Xdub TV which means only a handful of people are watching this LIVE in the tri-state area. And if we’re lucky I’m sure those folks down in HELL watch the Xdub every minute of their eternal DAMNATION because if you REALLY want people to suffer just turn on the Xdub.
More boo’s
Frost: But let’s get on with business Tristan, see just last Monday you came into MY house and interrupted MY time and then proceed to SLAP ME across the face.
POP
Tristan now shows off a grin as the fans behind him chant “YOU’RE HIS BITCH”….”YOU’RE HIS BITCH”
Frost: I’d figure as much, you all hoot and holler at your so called “Champion” getting one over on myself and the GREATEST FEDERATION OF ALL TIME….the…W….G…W….F!!!
More heat...
Frost: You all know that's true why else would you so called "best" jump ship? Because it's SINKING, with a champion like that....well it's only a matter of time before the Titanic becomes the SECOND greatest failure in human history with the Xdub squarely at the top of that list.
Speaking of which Slater how did you like the MAJIOR LEAGUES last Monday must have been a treat to see a sold out crowd which unlike you, your championship and like the crowd here tonight WASN’T papered?
More BOO'S
Frost: It's only the truth people you would have to be blind, deaf or mildly RETARED to actually pay to watch this shit. Keeping with steeping in it, you Slater certainly steeped in something last Monday. When you tried to get one over on me but like any Xdubber you FAILED and all you did was dig your hole a little bigger.
All you did on Monday was was you proved you're nothing but the 2012 incarnation of John Leguizamo film the “PEST” Because that's all you did....PESTER me….nothing more and nothing less. Which is what I’ve always come to expect out of the Xdub and their wrestler’s….absolutely NOTHING.
Although you did say something that sparked an interested, the idea of a WGWF legend coming into the Xdub and basically BURNING IT TO THE GROUND, I like the sound of that Tristan. I like the idea of MY name written in those history books as the man who RIPPED out the Xdub’s heart and watched it STOP in my hands.
So basically Tristan and all the rest of you half-witted Xdubber’s in the back and in the crowd tonight, remember this day, remember when a REAL wrestler appeared on your second rate promotion and agreed to give your dying federation one last breath of life, remember the night when the name Tristan Slater actually was relevant.
Because the answer to the question is…..YES……YES……YES…..I will TAKE the XWF WORLDS TITLE FROM YOU ON SEPTEMBER THE FIRST!!!!!!
There’s a POP as Tristan holds the title high in the air.
Frost: Oh and before I go I want to leave you all with this final piece of advice, treasure these moments, these final few days of felting happiness because once September second rolls on by, the only thing you’ll all have left is the NIGHTMARES that come with the cold hard reality with the memory of reliving the night when the XWF ceased to exist as you know it, the night when I defeat Gillberg’s streak over there, the night when I take the richest prize you have, lay it on the canvas and squat over it……..
This will be the night when the rest of the world see’s your federation the way I see it….just one BIG….STEAMING…PILE…..OF…..CRAP!!!!!!!!
The HEAT is intense as Frost’s grin now on full display like that sadistic son of a bitch he truly is before the Tron cuts to black...
After several minutes things have calmed back down and it looks like we're ready for our opening match but suddenly...
Boston’s Fleet Center comes alive as the arena goes dark before quickly fading into a dark green hue. TAX appears from the curtains in a charcoal flannel button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms, a pair of dark destroyed-style jeans, and an implicit New York Yankees ball cap worn backwards just to irritate the city he so despised. A warm chorus of boos begin to echo through the stadium as TAX marches up the steel steps and takes an impactful step into the ring. TAX spreads his arms, taunting the crowd at opposite ends of the ring before finally accepting a microphone from a helpful ring hand as the music died down.
TAX: When I first stepped foot inside of an Impact ring, I stepped out in front of a sold-out crowd just like this one and said my piece about one TRISTAN SLATER. I made my proclamation that I was the best, that I was going to knock TRISTAN right off of his pedestal. Make no mistake about that, I am going to get the job done. But unfortunately, that mission is going to have to be set aside for the moment. Now, there are new enemies toeing the line. Enemies like PAUL FROST.
Boos readily flood the Fleet Center.
TAX: “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE.
More boos.
TAX: The entire WGWF roster.
Again, the jeers grow louder.
TAX: Now, that TRISTAN has opened up the floodgates, he wants a meeting with me. So, let’s not waste any time, let’s get right down to business. TRISTAN…what are you waiting for?
Immediately, The Tristan Slater steps out of the curtains and marches down to ringside, his wrestling gear adorned in preparation for his tag team main event. He enters the ring and steps right up to TAX, snatching the microphone from his hand.
TRISTAN: Wait just a hot f***ing second! You speak to these people as if I was on my hands and knees begging you for a meeting. Get your story in line with reality. YOU are the one who broke up Hatcher and Decker’s attack two weeks ago. YOU are the one who has been humming my nuts since I bested Joseph Page in a match that can only be considered as a masterpiece. YOU are the one who sent your dumbass lackey because you didn’t have the guts to face me yourself.
TAX motions for TRISTAN to give him the microphone but TRISTAN doesn’t oblige. With a bitter grin on his face, TAX walked back to the corner and retrieved another microphone from an XWF employee.
TAX: I sent my dumbass lackey to present you with a proposal that would’ve clearly won your case, but your ego got in the way of that. You act like everybody is here to do your bidding, to kiss your ass, to praise the ground you walk on. Well, buddy, I gotta tell you, that’s not going to be me.
A small round of cheers emanate from the crowd, but they are finding it hard to cheer for a man in a Yankees cap. TRISTAN has a smile on his face.
TRISTAN: TAX, you really don’t have to try so hard. I’m already impressed by your ring ability. You will be a future XWF Champion if you so choose, but that time will come ONLY when I am ready to vacate this belt. I respect you enough to admit that.
TAX: The feeling of respect is mutual.
TRISTAN: You’re not an idiot, TAX, like I thought you were when you first stepped through the company doors. You aren’t a talentless hack like the two men I will be destroying tonight. That’s why I granted you a United States Championship match against JOSEPH PAGE.
A pop from the crowd at the allusion to the star-stacked card at TRISTAN’s pay-per-view event.
TRISTAN: And that is why I have to ask one very, very important question. Unfortunately, even someone as great as me, might need a little help from time to time. JOSEPH PAGE has my back. HOMICIDE has my back. Even RAYMOND HATCHER and TYLER DECKER have my back. So, the only question left is…do you? Do you have the spine to step up to the plate?
The roar of the crowd only intensifies as the XWF Champion extends his hand. TAX looks around at the thousands of people in attendance, every one of them trying to persuade TAX to return the gesture. TAX takes a long hard look at TRISTAN’s hand, firmly and steadily waiting for an answer. TAX looks back into TRISTAN’s motivated eyes, and…
Drops the microphone onto the canvas! Apparently, TAX is refusing to answer the question as he exits the ring.
TRISTAN: So, that’s it? You’re just going to walk away? I’m fighting this war for every f***ing person in that proudly wears black and blue, and you’re just going to walk away? You’re a coward, TAX.
TAX doesn’t seem to mind, his eyes glued to the ground as he pushes through the curtains, leaving the world without an answer.
WRESTLER 82
-vs-
DEVAN DIAMOND
-vs-
RILEY KINKAID
-vs-
"The King of Wrestling" PETER GILMOUR
Top 2 X-treme Elimination Match
Eliminations by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
The 2 survivors/winners can team up for a tag team #1 contender match, if they think they can get along...
X-Tron Blast with "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by IN THIS MOMENT...
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for Peter's next opponent to come out.
Walk by Pantera Blast Loud On The X-Tron….
The arena’s lights dim to near darkness as Walk by Pantera begins to play. A large blast of fireworks comes up from the stage as “The Sensational One” Riley Kinkaid walks out from behind the curtain. His manager the lovely Veronica Summers comes out beside her “Sarasota Bay Heartthrob”. She stands by his side as “Florida’s Favorite Son” stops at the top of the ramp way and looks around the arena. As he slowly descends down the ramp he picks out an individual from the crowd and begins degrading them with repulsed animosity before walking away with an egotistical grin on his face. He stops before stepping onto the ring steps and turns around facing the camera. He smirks and then turns to walk up the steps with a self absorbed swagger as Veronica Summers walks around the ring and stands looking up at “The One and Only Iconic Superstar” as he steps between the ropes and goes to the nearest corner. He drapes both arms over the ropes and sits back as if he’s a patron warrior of the squared circle.
"Rock Superstar" By Cypress Hill goes all over the X-Tron.
Lights go out. Always lets music play for a while before coming out. Makes the fans wait. THEN, comes out goes to the ring. Then he walked into steel step and when into the ring and waited for the last opponent to come with two other guys.
Wrestler82 walks out on stage and runs into the ring and rolls into the ring and poses to the people and stands in his side. As soon as the bell ringed, Wrestler82 starts punching KINIAID while GLIMOUR and DIAMOND start to scrap some fist on one another. WRESTLER82 starts to Irish whip KINKAID to the rope and he comes back to a Roundhouse Kick delivered by Wrestler82 and lies on the mat. GLIMOUR pushes DIAMOND to the turnbuckles and slaps him in the face. WRESTLER82 goes outside of the ring get a table and gets one slide it in the ring and sets it up. WRESTLER82 grabs KINKAID up and puts him through a table with a Belly to Belly Suplex and goes for a Pin.
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THREEE!!!...
KINKAID gets eliminated by WRESTLER82 and HE leaves the ring in pain. So, it’s left with three guys with him, GILMOUR, and DIAMOND in the ring. WRESTLER82 goes out of the ring looking for weapons under the ring. DIAMOND lows blow GILMOUR off him and gets up and grabs his arm and twisted it and then transition him into a hip toss. WRESTLER82 comes back into the ring with a ring bell and smacks DIAMOND to the side of his head and starts to bleed form that side and lands on the mat out cold. Then, GILMOUR gets up ruins his momentum while kicking his gut and DDT’s him on the ring bell and WRESTLER82 starts to slowly bleed on his forehead while he’s knocked out cold. GLIMOUR tries to pin DIAMOND.
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THRE----….
WRESTLER82 breaks the pin attempt for GLIMOUR and he was enraged by that and starts to brawl WRESTLER82 and GLIMOUR ended up throwing him outside of the ring. Then, GLIMOUR starts to put DIAMOND in a submission attempt by his head and locks tight so he couldn’t break it. He tries to catch the ropes but was too far from it and DIAMOND was about to tap. But, just before he almost did WRESTLER82 goes back into the ring with a Metal Glove on his right hand and nails GLIMOUR with right hook to the face and lands on the ground. WRESTLER82 starts to give loaded punches on the ground on GLILMOUR with his right hand and gets off him. WRESTLER82, waits for him get on his feet and when he did WRESTLER82 sets him up for Jackhammer Slam Pin and he hit its on GLIMOUR. He attempts to PIN GLIMOUR.
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THRE----
This time, DIAMOND breaks his pin attempt and DIMOND eye rakes him and tries to Irish Whip him into the turnbuckles but WRESTLER82 reversed it and DIAMOND land on his back at the Turnbuckles. DIAMOND reserved him on the turnbuckles and gives Chop to him. After the chops, GLIMOUR regains his strength and picks up the ring bell smashes it over the head. He grabs him up to his feet and lands a Northern Lights Suplex on him. DIMOND is on the mat and GILMOUR goes to the turnbuckles and goes on the top. He measures him and then he hits his Fist Drop form the top and lands it on him. He’s waiting for DIAMOND to get up to his feet. Then, when he did he sets him UP for a Angles Wings and hits it and DIAMOND leaded face first on the mat. Suddenly WRESTLER82 runs at GILMOUR... THE GILMOUR CUTTER! GILMOUR nailed it out of nowhere! He covers WRESTLER82...
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THREE!
Co-Winners: DEVAN DIAMOND & PETER GILMOUR
Cameras cut backstage to Mike Mayhem's lockerroom. We can see Mike, Mysery, Celebrity and Mr. Natural talking, a few mintues go by and we see Mike Mayhem laying on the ground knocked out, then we see the rest leave the lockerroom laughter.
GABRIEL ALPHA
-vs-
GRIFFIN "The Mechanic" MACALISTER
-vs-
KIMBERLEIGH ALVES
-vs-
THE HOODED NIGHTMARE
Top 2 X-treme Elimination Match
Eliminations by Pinfall, Submission, or KO
The 2 survivors/winners can team up for a tag team #1 contender match, if they think they can get along...
Once all four competitors are out in the ring, XWF owner SHANE CARVER appears on the X-Tron!
CARVER: Ahem... excuse me but this match isn't going to even need to happen as far as I'm concerned because THE HOODED NIGHTMARE and GABRIEL ALPHA have both failed drug tests over the weekend!
Everyone looks at HOODED NIGHTMARE and ALPHA as the two of them seem caught off guard and unsure of what to do. ALPHA begins arguing with the referee but CARVER continues up on the X-Tron...
CARVER: So, without any further delay I'm personally announcing GRIFFIN MACALISTER and KIMBERLEIGH ALVES as the co-winners! The two of them now have the option of teaming together in the future IF they think they can get along in a #1 contender tag match!
GRIFFIN seems indifferent. He just shrugs and then nods before casually exiting the ring and heading to the back. KIMBERLEIGH ALVES remains in the ring and starts saying something to the referee but suddenly the two disgruntled FORMER employees attack her!
HOODED NIGHTMARE hits KIMBERLEIGH in the back of the head and GABRIEL ALPHA also joins in as both of them start beating her down!
The fans can't believe this! The referee gets shoved out of the ring as THE HOODED NIGHTMARE and GABRIEL ALPHA continue their beatdown on KIMBERLEIGH...
...but then suddenly out from the back... IT'S TYLER DECKER! One half of the XWF tag champions!
DECKER grabs a steel chair and gets into the ring to clean house!
CRACK! A shot to HOODED NIGHTMARE sends him tumbling back and spilling through the ropes! GABRIEL ALPHA charges at DECKER but DECKER jams the end of the chair into ALPHA's gut, then swings the chair upward into ALPHA's face as he was hunched over in pain! ALPHA is busted wide open!
DECKER throws the chair down and begins checking on KIMBERLEIGH as the fans are left not knowing quite what to make of all this! KIMBERLEIGH is in pain but she appears to be alright... It looks like DECKER arrived just in time!
Cameras pan the back room where MYSERY is walking down the back corridor, making his way through the hallways to appear for his upcoming match with ANTHONY DOUGLAS.
A door opens as MYSERY passes by, and from it appears the one and only…
TAX! TAX is still here in the building! TAX twists off the cap to a shiny new prescription bottle and puts it to his lips, allowing the pills to fall down his throat. His smile broadens across his face as he is in high spirits. He shuts the door and whistles as he capers away. Marking the private locker room was a name…
The name of…
GRIFFIN MACALISTER!
We hear Mysery music hit as him and Celebrity walk to the ring. The slide in the ring and Mysery grabs a mic.
"Now, you are probaly wondering what that was about with Mike, simple. He wasnt helping with us, wasnt involed in the group, he was just a cancer in the group and we had to get rid of it. Simple as that. "
Mysery drops the mic as he awaits his opponent for his match...
ANTHONY DOUGLAS
-vs-
MYSERY
Guest Ref: Donathan Alphonse Francois De Sade
X-treme Rules Match
As both DOUGLAS and MYSERY stand in the ring, the absence of a referee is noticeable. Suddenly “We Are Young” by Fun plays over the PA system, and DONATHAN ALPHONSE FRANCOIS DE SADE appears at the top of the stage, dressed in a clearly expensive suit and a fedora, customary for the mysterious gentleman. As DONATHAN enters the ring, clutching his hat, it is easy to see the look of anger on the face of ANTHONY DOUGLAS. DONATHAN steps
DING....DING....DING....
The bell sounds and instantly these two warriors are trading right hands in the center of the ring! The crowd roars as DOUGLAS drives a knee to the midsection of MYSERY before throwing him out to the floor! DOUGLAS rolls out to the floor where he takes camera cable and wraps it around the neck of MYSERY! DOUGLAS chokes away at MYSERY before finally removing it from his neck before driving him head first into the security railing. DOUGLAS immediately follows up the attack, stomping away at MYSERY, shouting in his face. DOUGLAS turns around and stares at DONATHAN, who is leaning back against the turnbuckle smiling. This only services to enrage DOUGLAS, who turns around to continue his assault on MYSERY, only to be surprised by a dropkick! DOUGLAS falls backwards and against the apron, where MYSERY connects with a huge clothesline, bending DOUGLAS unnaturally!
MYSERY, recovering, hits a big elbow shot to the face before charging his opponent with multiple body shot! MYSERY kicks DOUGLAS in the midsection, causing him to double over, before levelling him with a HUGE suplex to the outside! DOUGLAS holds his back in pain! MYSERY rolls his fallen opponent back into the ring and covers. DONATHAN makes the count…
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KICKOUT
DOUGLAS kicks out, still showing fight. MYSERY, not wanting to give DOUGLAS a chance to recover, stays on the attack, and connects with some punches to the face. Raising DOUGLAS to his feet, MYSERY boots him in the midsection and signals for the TORTURE SOUL, looking to end it early. As MYSERY lifts DOUGLAS in the Torture rack position, DOUGLAS quickly rakes the eyes, finding an escape route. DOUGLAS follows this up by pushing MYSERY into the corner and follows it up with a big powerslam! DOUGLAS covers once more…
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KICKOUT
DOUGLAS gets in the face of special referee DONATHAN, urging him to count. Keeping an eye on MYSERY, DOUGLAS leaves the ring and collects a table. DOUGLAS, with an evil look in his eye, pushes the table into the ring, before rolling in himself. As DOUGLAS sets the table up in the corner, DONATHAN looks on, and adjusts his fedora, an interested look in his eye. DOUGLAS turns around, having set the table up, only to be met by a vicious right hand from MYSERY that drops him to the floor! MYSERY immediately raises DOUGLAS to his feet and drops him with a nice fisherman’s suplex! MYSERY bridges over into the cover…
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KICKOUT!
MYSERY immediately exits the ring upon DOUGLAS kicking out, and goes to ringside to get a chair, a somewhat signature weapon. Dashing back into the ring, MYSERY sets himself up, ready to knock DOUGLAS’ head off! Poised in the corner, MYSERY waits for DOUGLAS to reach his feet, before charging! MYSERY brings the chair down…
BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH A KICK TO THE GUT BY DOUGLAS! DOUGLAS managed to save himself just before the Impact there! Following up immediately, DOUGLAS connects with the CANNONFIRE, a stun gun to the top turnbuckle! MYSERY’s head went directly into the metal! Capitalising, DOUGLAS locks in the Texas Cloverleaf! DOUGLAS wrenches back MYSERY’s legs! MYSERY shouts in pain!
ANTHONY DOUGLAS: ASK HIM! DO YOUR GOD DAMNED JOB!
DONATHAN stares down at DOUGLAS, before checking to see if MYSERY submits! MYSERY has raised his hand……
NO!
MYSERY grabs the chair and brings it crashing into the back of ANTHONY DOUGLAS! Shocked and in pain, DOUGLAS releases the hold, and MYSERY puts the chair into a seated position. Turning round, DOUGLAS charges MYSERY….
ONLY TO BE CAUGHT WITH THE DEFACER! MYSERY’s signature drop toe hold onto a chair! DOUGLAS’ head cannoned off of the steel! MYSERY slowly crawls over to make the cover…
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KICKOUT!
MYSERY stares in disbelief into the face of DONATHAN, who just shakes his head in return, clutching his fedora. Shocked, MYSERY rolls out of the ring and picks up a kendo stick! Serious damage could be caused here! MYSERY takes the kendo stick inside the ring, and moves towards DOUGLAS! MYSERY rolls DOUGLAS over and…..
Falls, back first on the mat!
DOUGLAS is wielding a baseball bat! He connected with a beautiful but brutal shot to the face of MYSERY! DOUGLAS slowly rolls on to the pin…
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TH- KICKOUT!
MYSERY KICKS OUT! DOUGLAS looks up in disbelief at DONATHAN DE SADE before dragging the fallen MYSERY over to the corner and hitting the HIGH NOON, but suddenly DONATHAN reaches into his pocket for something...
What's DONATHAN reaching for in his pocket???
DOUGLAS sees this happening and quickly beats DONATHAN to the punch by hitting the HIGH NOON!!! In the middle of the ring. DONATHON IS OUT.
Anthony looks around and stares at Mysery. He calls for a microphone.
"Son, if you have any sense, you'll get your ass back to the back. I have nothing to do with you unless you want a piece of this worthless sack of shit too."
Anthony picks up Donathon again. HIGH NOON!!! Anthony looks at the back.
"Peter Gilmour, you want this piece of shit! Come out and get some now!"
Anthony rolls out the ring and grabs a chair, reaches into the pocket of his leather duster and pulls out two handcuffs. He slides back into the ring. He stalks toward Donathon, smiling evil and with pure sadism.
WHAAAACCCKKKK!!!!
Anthony smashes the chair over Donathon's forehead. Anthony takes one handcuff and cuffs one wrist to the bottom rope, then cuffs the other to the other bottom rope in the corner, crucifying Donathon on the mat.
Anthony picks up the microphone.
"I told you I'd whip your ass, pal. Now, you're helpless. I don't give a shit if I get a DQ, son. Beating the snot out of you is more important."
MYSERY has fallen out of the ring and is still out of it after the punishment he has received. Another referee suddenly runs out from the back and takes over! It looks like he's starting a 10-count!
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10!
MYSERY has been counted out by the new referee!
Winner: ANTHONY DOUGLAS
After the match, DEVAN DIAMOND runs out from the back with a steel chair!
WHACK!!!
DIAMOND cracks MYSERY over the head! He repeatedly beats on him with the chair and then grabs a microphone. He stomps MYSERY a few times before speaking...
DIAMOND: From what I'm hearing in the back, it looks like you're my next opponent! So, here's to our match together! Good luck!
DIAMOND kicks MYSERY in the ribs and then pulls him up to deliver a brutal DDT right into the steel chair! DIAMOND means business!
CALEB ROTHCHILD
-vs-
TOMMY WISH
-vs-
MR. NATURAL
Triple Threat, 1 Fall
MR. NATURAL makes his way to the ring in the midst of his pyro first. As he waits in the corner, CALEB ROTHCHILD’S music hit’s the PA. He struts down to the ring as “Cocky” blasts through the arena. As he saunters towards the ring, he frequently stops, leaning into the crowd, giving them a chance to get close to him as they cheer wildly. As he stands on the apron, he headbangs with each blast as a few more rounds of pyro go off in the arena. As NATURAL and ROTHCHILD stand in the ring, TOMM WISH, the last competitor makes his way to the ring. As he enters, NATURAL and ROTHCHIDL look at each other, and with a smirk, they both charge at Wish. As the ref signals for the bell, they both relentlessly stop the helpless TOMMY WISH. NATURAL picks WISH’S lifeless body up off the mat as ROTHCHILD delivers a devastating kick to WISH’S face as NATURAL tosses him out of the ring. The two give each other a nod, as it looks like this triple threat match will be more of a one-on-one match as paramedics come from the back to tend to the bloodied, unconscious TOMMY WISH
NATURAL and ROTHCHILD lock up and NATURAL applies a quick headlock. He wrenches ROTHCHILD’S neck a couple times before CALEB begins to plant some elbows into his stomach, freeing himself. ROTHCHILD bounces back off the ropes and runs through with a hard clothesline, knocking NATURAL to the mat. ROTHCHILD quickly follows that up with a quick elbow drop to the chest leaving NATURAL writhing in pain.
CALEB begins to play to the crowd, celebrating perhaps a bit too early. As he smiles to the crowd, NATURAL picks himself up, comes up behind ROTHCHILD and quickly throws him in a trio of german suplexes. NATURAL picks up the wounded ROTHCHILD, puts his head under his arm and delivers a devastating DDT. NATURAL goes for the pin!
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KICK OUT
No argument from NATURAL as he drags ROTHCHILD’S lifeless body a little closer to the corner and begins to climb the ropes. He launches himself into the air, looking for the Shooting Star Press, but CALEB ROTHCHILD rolls out of the way! Both men are down, and obviously injured. The ref beings to count…
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CALEB pulls himself up, as NATURAL gains his own footing on the other side of the ring. The two men charge at each other, but NATURAL throws up a foot and delivers a big boot! CALEB is knocked seemingly out cold. NATURAL still favoring his ribs rolls over and goes for another cover.
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Another kick out!
This time NATURAL is furious. He begins arguing with the ref, apparently accusing him of a slow count. This may be the break that CALEB ROTHCHILD needs. He pulls himself up, sneaks up behind NATURAL and quickly hits him with a half nelson suplex. The momentum is shifting as NATURAL picks himself up, obviously dazed by the blindside. CALEB quickly spins NATURAL around, hits him with the reverse vertical suplex, better known as the bad habit!
CALEB goes over to the corner and waits…giving NATURAL one more chance to pick himself up before going in for the kill. As NATURAL gets up, wobbly from the brutal move, CALEB quickly runs in for the Driving Force, planting four knees into Natural’s face before dropping him with a face buster. CALEB rolls onto NATURAL for the pin, hooks the leg:
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THREE!
Winner: CALEB ROTHCHILD
The scene opens in front of a small cabin in a wooded area. On the front steps we see a man, late 20’s sitting there, pocket knife in hand whittling a stick, cigarette barely resting on his bottom lip. The camera pans in closer to him and he looks into it. He flicks the cigarette off to the side, and begins to speak.
You see all this around me? You hear all those animals? Do you know what that is the sound of? That, my friend is the sound of freedom. These deer, rabbits, squirrels…they don’t have anything in the world to worry about as far as being ripped out of their environment and locked away somewhere. All they have to do is survive in a place that they are already equipped to survive in. They’re free.
Most of you don’t know me. My name is Zane, Zane Byers. I’ve never done anything like this before, and honestly, if you had asked me 6 years ago if I would ever consider stepping into a wrestling ring, I would have laughed at you and had my personal security haul you off, but things change. You see, I had it all. Big house, fast cars, best job, and a gorgeous woman. 6 years ago, you wanted to be me. You didn’t know me then, but I assure you, I was the person you wanted to be. Then it was all taken away from me. You could call it “getting mixed up with the wrong people” or “being sucked into the darkness” but you’d be mistaken. I wanted more. 1 big house wasn’t enough, I wanted 3. 3 sports cars weren’t enough, I wanted 5. The only thing that was enough was HER, and in the end I lost it all.
They killed her, set me up, and I did the time for it. No, I didn’t do all the time I was supposed to do, but I’ve traded the mansion for this place. I’ve traded the sports cars for that four wheel drive over there. And the Cubans are gone, and I’m sucking on these God forsaken Camels now. But most of all, I don’t have the one thing that even these damn animals have…freedom. This cabin? That’s my cell. These animals? They’re more like cell mates. I can’t go home, and all I have are the voices and the fight inside of me. And that is what brings me here…
I have nothing to really live for anymore; just looking for a fight. If I die in the process, who cares? If I make it to the top? I’ll spend all my time waiting to crash and burn again. Ya see, I have nothing to lose, and that makes me a very dangerous individual. See ya around.
MAIN EVENT
THE TRISTAN SLATER
RANDALL CROSS
-vs-
RAYMOND HATCHER
TYLER DECKER
Non-Title
Standard Tag Match
THE FOLLOWING NON TITLE TAG TEAM CONTEST IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING... CURRENTLY IN THE RING, THEY ARE THE XWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, RAYMOND HATCHER, TYLER DECKER... THE BLUEPRINT OF THE FALL!
There's a pop for HATCHER and DECKER who raise their arms in the air.
RING ANNOUCER: THEIR OPPONENTS, FIRST CURRENTLY IN THE RING, MAKING HIS XWF IMPACT DEBUT... RANDALL CROSS!
The crowd boo's as CROSS stretches using the ropes. The house lights dim to darkness which brings the crowd to their feet...
A mixed pop breaks out throughout the crowd as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers.
RING ANNOUNCER: ... and finally, about to make his way to the ring, he is the XWF CHAMPION, THE TRISTAN SLATER!
A single spotlight hits the top of the ramp. The crowd responds as JAMES RAVEN steps out to the top of the ramp followed by XWF Champion, THE TRISTAN SLATER who displays the XWF Championship around his waist. JAMES RAVEN takes the lead as he escorts THE TRISTAN SLATER down the ramp and to the ring. Once ringside RAVEN whispers several things into the ear of SLATER. SLATER nods his head before making his way up the ring steps, he unstraps the XWF Championship before climbing up a set of buckles where he hoists up the XWF Championship to another mixed reaction from the crowd. SLATER jumps into the ring where he hands JAMES RAVEN the XWF Championship. CROSS and SLATER share a few words as the music fades away.
The match is about to begin when suddenly...
"Burn it down" by Linkin Park blasts over the sound system. The X-Tron flickers to life. The fans are gasping and pointing to the giant screen in confusion. All we see is a giant blood red, leather mask very similar to the one Kraven wore, on the screen with flames dancing around it. Suddenly the last known recorded audio of Kraven's voice can be heard as the music fades into the background.
KRAVEN'S VOICE: It's all...up to...you now...CARVER! He...he...must...He must be...stopped...you're the only...only one...
The mask and flames disappear and are replaced with letters written in blood.
THE DAY OF RECKONING IS COMING!!!
The letters bleed down the screen and it fades to black. SLATER obviously knows this was talking about "him" but he quickly shrugs it off and gets back to concentrating on the match at hand...
SLATER and CROSS have a few more words before CROSS steps out to the ring apron. Across the ring HATCHER and DECKER double high five before DECKER steps out to the ring apron leaving SLATER and HATCHER to start this contest off. HATCHER and SLATER circle each other in the center of the ring before they look lock up which see's SLATER duck down while taking a back waist lock on HATCHER, SLATER hoists HATCHER up in the air before driving him into the mat, SLATER quickly floats over while taking a front face lock on HATCHER before paintbrush slapping HATCHER across the back of the head showing complete disrespect to HATCHER as SLATER is quickly to his feet with a cocky smirk across his face. HATCHER reaches his knee's with a very irritated look across his face as he stands to his feet. SLATER and HATCHER lock up center ring, they jockey for position before SLATER sends HATCHER to the mat with a deep armdrag. There's a mixed pop as SLATER is the first to his feet taunting HATCHER as he screams at him.
THE TRISTAN SLATER- "YOU'RE PATHETIC!"
HATCHER is quickly to his feet where he and SLATER look to lock up only HATCHER drives a boot to the midsection of the XWF Champion followed by a stiff European Uppercut which sends SLATER back into the ropes. HATCHER fires SLATER across the ring, SLATER bounces off the ropes where he leap frogs over a ducked HATCHER, SLATER bounces off the near side, HATCHER quickly spins around setting himself to deliver an Over Head Release Belly to Belly Suplex to SLATER! HATCHER is quickly into the cover.
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SLATER kicks out. HATCHER quickly locks in a rear chin lock which forces SLATER to start working his way to his feet. Once vertical SLATER drives an elbow into the midsection of HATCHER before backing HATCHER up into the ropes, SLATER reaches out tagging CROSS into the ring before shooting HATCHER across the ring, HATCHER bounces off the ropes where we see SLATER drop to his chest and as HATCHER leaps over SLATER he's met with a slingshot shoulder block by RANDALL CROSS! SLATER rolls out to the ring apron as CROSS starts laying in the boots to HATCHER before picking him up off the mat where he delivers a hard right hand rocking HATCHER. CROSS comes forward delivering a boot to the midsection before taking HATCHER back into the ropes. CROSS fires HATCHER across the ring, HATCHER bounces off the ropes and into a Side Walk Slam by CROSS. CROSS makes the cover.
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HATCHER kicks out. CROSS reaches his feet where he picks up HATCHER before whipping him into a neutral corner. Cross charges towards HATCHER looking for a running shoulder block, HATCHER side steps CROSS which sends CROSS right shoulder first into the ring post! HATCHER pulls CROSS out into the center of the ring before spinning him around where he delivers a Butterfly Suplex to CROSS before rolling towards his corner where DECKER tags into the contest! The crowd pops as DECKER climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He measures CROSS who is starting to work his way to his feet. CROSS stands up only to catch a Missile Dropkick by DECKER! The crowd pops as DECKER makes the cover on CROSS hooking the closest leg.
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CROSS kicks out before the three count. DECKER reaches his feet where he picks CROSS up off the mat. DECKER lands a stiff forearm shot to the jaw followed by a martial arts style kick the quad. CROSS swings with a right hand that's blocked by DECKER and countered with a right hand of his own which sends CROSS back into the ropes. DECKER fires CROSS across the ring with an Irish Whip, CROSS bounces off the ropes ducking under a DECKER closeline while countering with a Sleeper Slam! CROSS looks towards his corner where SLATER has his arm extended out to the ring. CROSS rolls towards his corner tagging in SLATER. SLATER quickly enters the ring where he runs past DECKER who lays on the mat, as he approaches the ropes SLATER springboards off the middle rope delivering a Springboard Leg Drop across the throat of DECKER. SLATER makes the cover.
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DECKER escapes the near fall. SLATER picks DECKER up off the mat before taking him back into the ropes. SLATER fires DECKER across the ring, DECKER bounces off the ropes and catches SLATER with a boot to the midsection as he ducks his head looking for a back body drop! The crowd pops as DECKER connects with a DropSault that sends SLATER to the mat! DECKER doesn't hesitate as he reaches his feet where he picks SLATER up off the mat before driving him back down with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd roars as DECKER makes the cover!
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SLATER escapes the near fall as he shoots a shoulder up off the mat. DECKER is the first to his feet where he picks SLATER up before twisting his right arm. DECKER backs up to his corner where HATCHER tags back into the mat. HATCHER hammers SLATER before taking him over to the mat with a snapmate take over. DECKER bounces off the ropes where he delivers a Shinning Wizard to the temple of SLATER! HATCHER looks to take advantage with another cover on the XWF Champion!
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THRE
A massive gasp echo's throughout the building as SLATER shoots a shoulder up off the mat. HATCHER is the first to his feet. He picks SLATER up before delivering a Gut Wrench Powerbomb! The crowd pops as HATCHER makes another cover on SLATER, this time hooking the closest leg!
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THRE
SLATER kicks out again! Good God what's it going to take for anyone to keep this man down?!?! HATCHER reaches his feet where he picks SLATER up looking to snitch him up for the FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX! The crowd roars with boo's as RANDALL CROSS illegally enters the ring blasting HATCHER with a clubbing blow across the back before being ushered out to the ring apron by the referee. SLATER takes over on HATCHER with a knife edge chop across the chest before delivering a stiff European Uppercut which sends HATCHER back into the corner which houses CROSS. SLATER quickly distracts the referee which allows CROSS to wrap the tag rope around the throat of HATCHER! CROSS is choking the life out of one half of the World Tag Team Champions! DECKER enters the ring where he's cut off by the referee which allows SLATER to start putting the boots to HATCHER while CROSS continues to choke him out. The referee finally gets DECKER out to the ring apron, CROSS releases the choke just as the official turns around. SLATER tags CROSS back into the match. CROSS enters the ring where he stomps away at HATCHER before bringing him out of the corner where he shoots him across the ring, HATCHER bounces off the ropes and into a Sit Out Spinbuster by CROSS! CROSS makes the cover!
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DECKER dives on top of CROSS making the save at the very last second forcing this match to continue. The referee gets DECKER out of the ring. CROSS is shown picking HATCHER up off the mat where he drills him with a right hand which rocks HATCHER back into a neutral corner. CROSS charges in where he eats a reverse elbow which causes CROSS to stagger backwards out towards the center of the ring, HATCHER runs out of the corner ducking under a CROSS closeline while taking a back waist lock before hurling CROSS backwards with a high angle German Release Suplex! DECKER reaches out towards his partner begging for the tag, the crowd starts rallying behind HATCHER as he flips towards his corner tagging in a fresh TYLER DECKER! DECKER quickly enters the ring where he takes advantage of a downed opponent by locking in the HEEL HOOK SUBMISSION! The crowd roars as CROSS screams out in pain! CROSS has nowhere to go! He's in the middle of the ring! The crowd reaches a fever pitch as CROSS raises his right hand in the air! He's going to tap! CROSS is going to tap out... until THE TRISTAN SLATER enters the ring planting DECKER square in the face with a running boot causing him to break the hold upon impact. The referee forces SLATER back out to the ring apron as both CROSS and DECKER lay on the mat. The crowd starts to rally behind DECKER as both he and CROSS start working their way to a vertical base. Decker stands first nailing CROSS with a right hand, DECKER swings with another right that's blocked by CROSS and countered with a knee to the midsection. CROSS then drives DECKER into his knee with a gut buster! CROSS rolls over towards his corner where he makes the tag to SLATER! SLATER enters the ring where he waists no time in picking DECKER up off the mat before positioning him for the FLIP PILEDRIVER! HATCHER quickly enters the ring, as does CROSS! HATCHER runs towards SLATER looking for a clothesline, SLATER ducks down while still having DECKER in position, HATCHER runs into a Code Breaker by CROSS while SLATER delivers the FLIP PILEDRIVER to DECKER! SLATER covers DECKER!
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DING...DING...DING...
RING ANNOUNCER: THE WINNERS OF THIS CONTEST, THE TRISTAN SLATER and RANDALL CROSS!
"Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits the speakers once again as SLATER and CROSS stand over the XWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS victorious. Outside on the floor JAMES RAVEN applauds SLATER as he's shown getting his arm raised in victory. CROSS and SLATER look towards each other before exchanging a hand shake.... WAIT!!!!
THE crowd roars with boo's as WGWF SUPERSTAR PAUL FROST jumps the barrier!
PAUL FROST IS HERE!
HE'S IN THE BUILDING! SLATER turns his back to CROSS. He's handed the XWF CHAMPIONSHIP by the official while FROST slides into the ring behind CROSS, CROSS turns around only to be leveled with a R.K.O. or better known as a FROST BITE! The crowd's response causes SLATER to spin around where he's met with a FROST BITE by PAUL FROST! The crowd roars with boo's as FROST glances to the floor at JAMES RAVEN, almost waiting for him to enter the ring. RAVEN holds up both hands, as if saying this isn't his battle. FROST eyes SLATER up as he backs up against a set of buckles! FROST is looking to punt SLATER straight in the head! THE CROWD ROARS as TAX and JOSEPH PAGE from WEDNESDAY NIGHT'S WARFARE explode towards the ring from the locker room area! They dive into the ring which sends FROST quickly out to the floor and back over the security railing back through the crowd! JOSEPH PAGE stays in hot pursuit as TAX is shown checking on the XWF CHAMPION as SATURDAY NIGHT IMPACT leaves the air!
