February 9, 2015
Sun Life Stadium
Miami, Florida

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Madness opens with the theme of the Money Madness Series, “For the Love of Money” by The O'Jays. Joey Styles does not greet the Madness Maniacs tonight. Instead he stands in the center of the ring with a microphone. He says nothing, only points toward the top of Sun Life Stadium.

Over the top of the stadium flies a large black chopper. On its tail, HEYMAN ALLIANCE.

With precision, the chopper pilot sets the bird down on a helipad constructed just to the side of the entrance stage as “For the Love of Money” continues to blast. The doors slide open and Paul Heyman and his Alliance emerge. They start to make their way to the ring.


JOEY STYLES: “Ladies and gentlemen... Paul Heyman, and the Heyman Alliance! Tommy Gunn... Kendall Sawyer... and Austin Fernando!”


The group enters the ring with Heyman smiling from ear to ear.



JOEY STYLES: “Welcome back Paul Heyman!”

Thank you, Joey! It's an amazing feeling to be back in the House that Heyman built!

JOEY STYLES: “You're back a week and already have a new Madness Series started! This time, $100,000 dollars is on the line! Tell us about it!”

Why tell you, when I can show you?


Heyman rips the mic from Joey Styles' hand and shoves him away.


Go sit down, Joey. I got this.


Joey Styles starts to exit the ring.


MAKE IT RAAAAIN!


Nothing happens for several seconds. Off in the distance, an approaching aircraft can be heard. Up over the side of the stadium, a B52 Bomber starts its descent. Just as it reaches the stadium, the doors in the belly of the plane open up, dropping hundreds and thousands of what looks to be 100 dollar bills throughout the stadium.

The Maniacs go wild. Lime pyro explodes from the top of Sun Life Stadium as the B52 Bomber disappears in the distance. The Manics slowly transition from cheering to extremely heated booing.


What's the matter with you people!?


A camera zooms in on one of the 100 dollar bills that has landed in the ring.





I'm giving out $100,000 to the XWF roster and you guys boo me!? Look, thats a generous sum! I mean, did you guys seriously think I just dropped hundreds of thousands of dollars on you? I might be a bit generous with the Money Madness Series, but I'm still a Jew!


The fans boo Heyman terribly.

On the Xtron, Kirk MacClay and the Underground are shown exiting their limo. Heyman sees it and smiles.


Let's go! We're about to have a little fun.


The Heyman Alliance quickly exits the ring and heads back to the Heyman Alliance chopper. Once inside, the rotors start up, lifting it up and over the side of the stadium.

Meanwhile, outside the stadium, the back door of the limo is opened by the driver as two lovely blondes step out of the limo and pull down their fairly short dresses. Following them is TJ Wallace, ‘The Aerial Knight’ Johnathan Heartsford, ‘Loverboy’ Vinnie Lane, Xavier Swann, and Kirk MacClay. Kirk gets out and moves closer to the ladies while smoking a gigantic cigar. The ladies giggle. Knight and TJ walk over to the front entrance and speak with the two large men wearing black shirts by the entrance.

Kirk pulls his arms around the girls.

So ladies, how about after the show we go back to my hotel room for a little after party. Loverboy you can bring Roxy! Swann you can bring that sexy assistant of yours. Her legs go all the way around the world and back. Grrrrrr!


Swann looks at him with disbelief and scoffs.


Yeah, whatever you say Rogaine. Why don’t you just tell the girls goodnight and read them their bed-time story, jackass.


Kirk looks a little flustered whenever Knight and TJ return. They look a little confused.


Yo, Kirk. They won’t let us in! Dumb fucking shitfalcons say we aren’t on the list.

Dammit TJ, you’re probably all listed under Underground. Let’s go have a word.


Kirk leads with the ladies ahead of the rest of The Underground as they follow him towards the large bouncers at the back door.


Hello gentleman, I am Kirk MacClay and these are The Underground. Now if you don’t mind…


Kirk goes to walk past the men, but they move in front of the door and shake their heads.


No sir, you aren’t on the list.


Are you fucking kidding me? OH! Try MR. MacClay.

No.


Kirk looks livid.


Don’t you know who I am!?! I RUN THIS SHOW! They can’t even have the show without the GM! Now let us through you blockheads!


He goes to budge through them, but the two men push him back.


No entrance without being on the list.


As Kirk’s face looks like a red tomato as the large Heyman Alliance Chopper comes to a rest near MacClay's limo. The doors slide open and four ladies of all different races step out. All of them are extremely gorgeous. Following them are Austin Fernando, Tommy Gunn, Kendall Sawyer, and none other than Paul Heyman. Heyman walks up to the two men in black.


Paul Heyman. General Manager of Madness. Good job tonight, men.


Thank you, sir. It's always a pleasure to serve you. Please have a great night.


The ladies, Austin, and Tommy file past into the doors. Heyman begins to follow them.


PAUL!


Heyman turns around and looks confused as if he doesn’t recognize MacClay at all.


Tell them who I am! Tell them I need to get in!


The two men look at Heyman waiting for a sign of what to do. Heyman meets their gaze and shrugs.


I don’t know these people. But I do know that amateurs shouldn’t be in the major leagues. Oh, but boys? The girls are good to come in.


The two buff men wave on the two girls who instantly file into the room while waving goodbye to MacClay who looks absolutely livid.


Oh, and don’t worry. I’ll have these two gentlemen inform you on everything that happens tonight. Catch you later, stranger.


Heyman laughs as he enters the building with his Alliance and MacClays women. Kirk looks pissed off and the rest of The Underground look confused as Madness fades to commercial.

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JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back, Maniacs! We're about to get the action started with the Show Time Battle Royal participants already in the ring!”

”Show” Time Battle Royal Venomous - vs - Duncan B. Deadly - vs - Bobby Zi - vs - Adrian Storms - vs - Newtaker Michael - vs - Big Joe - vs - Shinsuke Nakamura - vs - Jill Lorder - vs - D. Shadows -Over the Top Rope Elimination-

The bell rings, and from the very start the competitors enter into a hellacious battle with each other. Bobby Zi and Jill Lorder, the obvious stronger competitors. Suddenly, the Heyman Alliance chopper appears over head with Tommy Gunn at the opened door, his feet resting on the rails, rifle in hand.


JOEY STYLES: “It's Tommy Gunn! With the sniper rifle!”


The competitors look up, see Gunn, then start trying to take cover.


JOEY STYLES: “Gunn is too good a shot! There's no where to run!”










POP!


Round after round explodes from the barrel of Tommy Gunn's rifle. One by one, the battle royal competitors drop like flies to shit, leaving only Bobby Zi and Jill Lorder standing. The Heyman Alliance chopper retreats back over the wall of Sun Life Stadium.


You two think I didn't have a plan?


JOEY STYLES: “It's Heyman!”


Heyman emerges from backstage.


I heard both of you questioning my judgment this week. I'm giving you both a free pass this time. It's good for one time only.

A wise man...

Or woman...

Doesn't bite the hand the feeds them.


JOEY STYLES: “A stern warning from Paul Heymans toward Lorder and Zi!”


It's time the both of you do what I'm paying you to do so that we can...

Take out the trash!


JOEY STYLES: “What's he mean by that?”


Lorder and Zi go to work. Together, they toss the remaining competitors up and over the top rope.


JOEY STYLES: “Venomous is gone!

“And now Duncan Be. Deadly!

“There goes D. Shadows!

“And Big Joe!

“Newtaker Michael and Nakamura are gone!

“And there goes Adrian Storms!”


BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!


JOEY STYLES: “Jill Lorder and Bobby Zi are officially the last competitors remaining in this match!

“What the hell is that?”


A large garbage truck backs through the entrance way, down the ramp toward the ring. Two men wearing bright lime colored safety vests jump from the back of the rig and start dumping bodies into the trash compactor.

A camera glimpses the driver. A booming song begins playing over the speakers





JOEY STYLES: “Hysteria! Hysteria is behind the wheel!

“Judging by those stains on the ground, I'm starting to think that perhaps some of the ammunition Tommy was using, was not of his usual rubber bullet variety!”


Meanwhile, Bobby Zi, distracted by the turn of events, gets attacked from behind by Jill Lorder. Lorder delivers a roundhouse kick to Zi's temple, dropping him to the mat quickly. Lorder quickly drops a discus leg drop to Bobby Zi, landing it effectively.

Lorder lifts Zi to his feet then shoves him back against the ropes. She then tries to lift him up and over the ropes. He teeters briefly before sending a knee into Jill's side, stopping her from eliminating him and winning the match.

Jill backs off a bit and Bobby Zi bull rushes her. Lorder recovers quickly and bends down, lifting him up and sending him face first to the mat with a flapjack, sucka! Lorder kips back up to her feet and Zi bounces to his feet quickly, nursing his face with his hands. Lorder then tosses him to the corner. She follows him in with a handspring back elbow right under Bobby's chin.

Jill Lorder backs off and Zi staggers out of the corner and falls to the mat on his back. Lorder runs toward the ropes and performer a springboard moonsault to the fallen and prone Bobby Zi.


JOEY STYLES: “Who's laughing now!? She hit it perfectly!”


Lorder ricochets off of Bobby Zi, nursing her ribcage a bit. She points to the sky and the Madness Maniacs come alive. She steps through the ropes and ascends to the top turnbuckle. She leaps off, sending a top rope elbow drop to Bobby Zi!


JOEY STYLES: “Bobby Zi rolls out of the way!”


Bobby slowly gets to his feet. Jill Lorder does so as well, clutching her right arm. Bobby grabs her from behind and delivers a German suplex. Then another, and then a third! Jill lays on the mat. Bobby is back to his feet and grabs her by the hair, lifting her back to her feet. He leaps into the air for the Zig Zag.


JOEY STYLES: “Dream Crusher!

“But Jill Lorder hung on to the ropes and Bobby Zi goes to the mat empty handed!”


Bobby Zi gets back to his feet, holding the back of his head. He charges at Lorder, but she ducks down...









JOEY STYLES: “The Curtain Call!

“What a shot from Jill Lorder! And now Bobby Zi is in a precarious position!”


The force of the kick forced Bobby over the top and onto the apron. Jill Lorder charges at him once he gets to his feet, only for Lorder to hop to the turnbuckle and leap off, delivering a drop kick to Bobby Zi's face!


JOEY STYLES: “That'll do it! It's over!”



RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match... JILLL LLLLORRRDERRRR!”



JOEY STYLES: “Jill Lorder takes the win here on Madness and will receive some very important Money Madness points!”



Madness fades to commercial.

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Madness returns and we're in the office of Paul Heyman.

Frodo bursts into Paul's office, where the Alliance is standing around strategizing over next week's matches. He pushes past Austin and slams his hands on Paul's desk.

"Paul, we need to talk."

I'm a little busy.

"It's about the Alliance."


Paul looks up from his plans to meet Frodo's gaze. There's tears in Frodo's eyes.


Go on.


He begins to cry as he speaks.


"I have to leave it. Your A-Team is being halved. I only hope Austin can try and fail less, so he fills my shoes.”


Hey!

Shut up, Austin!


”Or at least partially does. Maybe moves up from the C-Team to the B-Team. Kendall can handle the C-team by herself. It's just not fair to Tommy to put all the pressure of success on him. I have to choose, though, between my family and you. Katie needs the Church of the Higher Power, she got demons in that coochie. Gotta expel them shits. Maybe someday."


He turns to leave. Austin goes to stop him, but Tommy just shakes his head. Frodo leaves the room crying loudly as he does.


What the fuck?

I thought we got rid of him.


Madness fades to commercial.

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JOEY STYLES: “Maniacs, it is time for an event so... small... that you could only see it right here in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation!

”Mini Morbid is already in the ring as the cage starts to lower!”



RING ANNOUNCER: “The following contest, is a Steel Cage Match set for one fall!

“Already in the ring, Miniii MORRRRBIIIID!”

”Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” by Metallica plays.

RING ANNOUNCER: “Originally from Detroit, Michigan.... he thinks.... weighing 2 hundred 1 pounds.... NEILLLLLL CAPRAAAAAA!”


JOEY STYLES: “Neil Capra returns to action tonight! He's spent more than a year washing Heymans car and earning ten bucks a week! Tonight, he finally, if for only one night, returns to the ring!

“The only problem is...”


Neil Capra stops at the cage entrance, staring in at Mini Morbid.


JOEY STYLES: “He's deathly afraid of midgets!”


Capra refuses to enter the ring and starts heading to the back.


CAPRA!


JOEY STYLES: “That was Heyman!”


Heyman emerges from backstage, mic in hand.


You get your scrawny ass inside that cage!


JOEY STYLES: “He's laying down the law to Capra!”


I told you last week! Supporting you wasn't cheap!

Get in that ring and wrestle a damn match!


Capra gets picked up from behind by Tommy Gunn. Gunn climbs the steps and dumps Capra into the ring. Gunn retreats and slams the cage door shut, locking it before heading back toward Heyman.


JOEY STYLES: “Capra is beside himself! That has a double meaning when you're talking about Neil Capra!”

Cage Match Mini Morbid - vs - Neil Capra -One Fall-

The bell rings and Capra tries desperately to get out of the cage. He shakes the cage door and stomps his feet as he looks over his shoulder at the pint-sized Morbid. Mini Morbid closes in on Neil Capra, and immediately Capra scales the cage.


JOEY STYLES: “Capra! Quicker than a hiccup as he scales the cage!

“Shit! I just channeled Ole JR again!”


Capra rests on top of the cage, with the length of his body resting on the top rails of the cage itself. He stares down at Morbid-lite, who stands in the ring just looking up at Capra. Tommy Gunn then reemerges from backstage with his rifle pointed in Neil Capra's direction.


JOEY STYLES: “Gunn! Is he gonna shoot Heymans head of security!?”


Capra looks toward Gunn, then back at Mini Morbid who has now begun to climb the cage...










POP!


JOEY STYLES: “That was a warning shot!”


Capra gets the message as he starts to descend back inside the cage. Mini Morbid tho, is right at his feet. Capra delivers kick after kick while hanging from the top of the cage, and Mini Morbid finally releases the chain links and falls down, bounces off the ropes, flies into the air and falls hard to the mat!


JOEY STYLES: “Jesus!”


Capra reaches the top ropes and delivers a springboard shooting star press from the top rope!


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JOEY STYLES: “Morbid-Lite kicks out!”


Capra jumps to his feet, feeling disgusted that he touched the midget. He reaches for, then retreats with his hand for Mini Morbids head. He does that over and over until Morbid starts to get to his feet. Capra sends a kick to Morbids head, dropping him back to the mat.

Capra finally faces his fears, and grabs Morbid and yanks him to his feet. Capra then tosses the little guy hard into the corner. A toss so hard that Morbid bounces off the middle turnbuckle and falls down to his face. Capra ascends the turnbuckle as Mini Morbid miraculously starts to get to his feet.

Morbid sees Capra perched in a seated position on the top rope and climbs quickly. He slaps Capra in the face and steps between Capras legs on the top rope. Capra grabs Morbid by his throat then climbs to his feet on the top.


















JOEY STYLES: “The Mind Breaker!”


Capra drives Mini Morbids little head into the mat with the flip piledriver and quickly goes for the cover.


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3!!!


RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match.... NEEILLLL CAPRAAAA!”


JOEY STYLES: “Capra wins the match! I can't believe it! He's not been in a match in over a year and here he is! With a victory and points in the Money Madness Series!”



Madness fades to commercial.

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Paul Heyman is in his office. He switches his television off and leans on the table on which the tv rests, staring into its blank screen. His back is to the camera.


Obviously, that didn't go quite like you planned.


Paul turns around, not realizing he was not alone.


Ozy!


Paul advances toward the Warfare General Manager, then shakes his hand and offering him a seat.


I didn't figure you wanted Neil Capra to win that one.

I didn't.

In fact I was going to fire him after he lost.

And now?

Well, I can't fire a winner now can I?

What about Senator?

I didn't fire him.

No, but that break up was pretty amazing.

Maybe.

But we're both better off for it.

He's a big big star, and I'm still Paul fucking Heyman.

Truth.

And Neil Capra is no John Samuels.

Even more truth.

What are you going to do with him now?

Hell, I don't know. More torture probably. He thinks I'm doing him a favor by keeping him on the payroll. Really I just keep him around for my own amusement.

Look, I'm glad you came. I wanted to talk more about this pay per view.



Madness fades to commercial.

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JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back and looks as if what happened on Warfare is continuing tonight on Madness! The mega power trip of OZHEYMANDIAS rolls on with their planning of the next Xtreme Wrestling Federation pay per view!

“Now though, its time to head back to the ring! Demon awaits the arrival of Mastermind!”

”The Monster” by Eminem and Rhianna plays.

RING ANNOUNCER: “His opponent. From New Zealand. Weighing 2 hundred pounds.... MASTERRRRRMIIIIIIND!”


JOEY STYLES: “And Mastermind makes his way to the ring in hopes of making his way into the Money Madness Series!

“I guess Demon had hopes of that too, but fuck him.”

Demon - vs - Mastermind -One Fall-

Mastermind and Demon both circle around the ring, they stare across at one another, waiting for the other to make the first move…

Mastermind is taking the initiative! He charges from one side of the ring to another, right over to Demon who is seemingly surprised by this quick assault! Demon is hammered by a punch from Mastermind that sends his staggering back into the ropes, Mastermind is quickly able to gather Demon up into a front facelock, and connect with a fisherman suplex!

Demon’s spine snapped right off the canvas! Mastermind rolled up to his feet, whilst Demon made his way up to his feet, still clutching onto his spine, as Mastermind swoops in on Demon once again and plants him with a DDT! Mastermind gets back up off of his back, and looks down with a smirk towards Demon, who is already looking as if he’s completely OUT OF IT!

Mastermind grips down onto Demon, and lifts him up to his feet, Demon staggers around the centre of the ring, his feet wobbling slightly, as Mastermind runs to the ring ropes! He rebounds off the ropes and begins to pick up speed, before throwing his arm out and hitting Demon with a vicious CLOTHESLINE!

He nearly took Demon’s head off with that move! Mastermind rolls him over for the cover!


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JOEY STYLES: “And Demon kicks out here!”



Demon isn’t looking to good, as he lies down on the ring mat, barely responding to the world around him, Mastermind slides up to his feet, but drops back down almost instantly! Hitting Demon with an elbow drop that slams right into the chest! Mastermind is already back up, as he runs to the ring ropes once more, rebounds off, and leaps up into the air as he nears Demon!

Slamming his leg across the throat of Demon with a powerful leg drop! Mastermind isn’t looking for the pinfall just yet, he’s waiting for Demon to get up, Demon is up to one knee… he pushes himself up using his hands, his eyes are glazed over, as he nearly trips over his own feet… Mastermind is running up towards him… this must be it!



JOEY STYLES: “THE MIND-CHANGER!”



That flying clothesline obliterated Demon! He’s crumpled up on the ring mat, barely moving, Mastermind doesn’t stop! He walks right over to Demon, and locks it in… YES!



JOEY STYLES: “He’s got it! THE MIND-SLEEPER!”



Demon is barely responding at this point, Mastermind has the tight sleeper hold synched in deeply, Demon can’t hold on much longer! His hand is high in the air, he’s about to tap!

But Mastermind let go… why?



JOEY STYLES: “THE MIND-CONTROLLER!”



This is absolute domination! Mastermind has it! He has the Boston Crab locked in! Demon has no-where to go, he’s trapped in the middle of the ring! He’s stranded!

He taps! He taps! Demon repeatedly slams the mat with the palm of his hand! He’s screaming in pain whilst shrieking for mercy! It’s all over! Mastermind lets go off Demon, leaving him slumped on the ring mat, crumpled in a ball, as Mastermind raises his arms up in victory!



RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match.... MASTERMINNNNND!”



JOEY STYLES: “What a dominating victory by Mastermind here on Madness!”



Madness fades to commercial.

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Madness returns and we're outside of Sun Life Stadium where Kirk MacClay and at least most of his Underground are still trying to figure a way into the building. Paul Heyman and his Alliance emerge from one of the stadium exits.


Paul! Please man! You gotta let us in.


Paul surveys the Underground.


You're missing someone, MacClay.

Thats imposs...


MacClay stops in his tracks as he notices that indeed, one of his men are missing.


Where the hell is Swann?


His guys just shrug their shoulders, Paul turns to Tommy Gunn.


Find him! Don't let him near my ring!

Our ring!

Shut up!


MacClay just rolls his eyes.


Should I take my rifle, Paulie?

Does Beyonce have a fat tukus?

Of course I want you to take the rifle!

Paul! No!

Live ammunition? Or the humane shit I hate?

Surprise me.

Surely, you can't be serious!


Paul turns back to the Underground.


I am serious. And don't call me Shirley!

Now, boys, I know you want in there. I know you want to be a major part of Money Madness. I know you want that money! See, the problem is, you're all on the wrong side of the fence.

I want all of you in there, I really do.

But, if I can't trust you, how can I possibly put you on my show?

Our show!

Dammit Heyman! It's OUR show!

Shut up, Kirk.

The big boys are talking now.

Anyway, guys, I'll let you in. All you have to do is denounce your relationship with Kirk MacClay. Expose the Underground for the sham of an alliance that it is.

Oh, and join me.

Do that, and I'll let all of you in. I'll even give MacClay his own office. A computer and everything. Maybe even the internet.

You're wasting your breath, Heyman. These men won't leave my side.

You think that? Do you?

Do you truly believe that Kirk?


MacClay looks around at his boys.


Not even just one of them? It's four men. Not one of them would drop you like a bad habit?

No! We've been through hell together! I've earned their loyalty!

Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?


He doesn't answer.


500 bucks says one of your men will ump ship.

You're on!


MacClay dishes out 500 bucks and both he and Heyman lay their 500 in the hands of the guard standing nearby.


TJ Wallace!

Have you had enough?

Are you ready to climb aboard the winning ship?


Wallace says nothing, electing only to flip off Heyman.


I'll take that as a no.

Vinnie Lane!

I know you are the number one contender to the Universal title. The thing is Vinnie, I can become part of your world and make you better. I can guide you to the top championship in the industry just like I did for John Samuels!

Or

Or I can take that title opportunity from you and make it disappear.

What'll it be?

Underground.


Heyman smirks, looking somewhat impressed.


He's a loyal one, MacClay. He stared into the possibility of losing something he earned, and is willing to turn that away.

Hang on to that one.

I'll be hanging on to all of them.

That might be the case.

What about you Heartsford? 16,000 shots at the TV title and not really much to show for it. Just imagine what could have been, and actually could be mind you, had Paul Heyman been in your corner. Imagine if that first title match you had was a win rather than yet another loss.

You'd once again be the Television champion, and the only golden clad competitor in the Heyman Alliance. What do you say?

No.


Heyman laughs.


I stand corrected. Not one of these intellectually deficient mongrels has what it takes to be aligned with the single greatest mind to ever grace a professional wrestling company.

See ya next week guys.


Heyman nods to the security guard and the guard hands MacClay the thousand dollars.


Wait a minute!

These hundreds have your face on them!

They're not even real!


Heyman considers ignoring him but turns as he and the Alliance head away from the Underground back toward the stadium.


Lesson number one, MacClay. When it comes to money, never trust a Jew!



Madness fades to commercial.

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JOEY STYLES: “Welcome back Maniacs! C. C. Hollywood and Tag are already in the ring awaiting Ghost Tank!”


Ring Announcer: “The following contest is a handicap match!
“Introducing first from Chicago, IL and weighing in at 327 lbs… GHOST TANK!”


The lights dim, and crimson fog fills the entranceway as Hysteria and Alysia walk out. "The Asylum" flashes on the X-Tron, as the crowd boos, though there is a smattering of cheers and applause. Hysteria's voice rings out through the arena,


SIIIILENCCCCE, FOOOLSSSS! Rise to your feet, bow your heads, and let us say our prayer to the Higher Power!


Hysteria would then read from a passage of the book he holds, as the lights then begin to get brighter and brighter, then dimmer and dimmer and Alysia begins to dance with juggling torches that had been lit. The lights continue getting brighter, then darker, at least for a few seconds more, before the light darkens, and a strobe light begins its dance as Ghost Tank slowly makes his way out. Alysia would start to bring the torches closer to her body, lighting parts of herself and clothes on fire. The sound of metal scraping against the ground rings through the arena. As the lights begin to brighten, it reveals the source, as he wears shackles around his ankles and wrists, with the chain connecting the two scraping along the ground. At the top of the ramp, he lets out a primal roar, and begins to beat his chest. Hysteria looks over to Ghost Tank, and his voice cuts through the air


The Higher Power givessss unto you, Ghost Tank, the poweeeerrrrr to break your bondssss! NOW BE UNLEASHED AND CLEANSE OUR ENEMIES IN THE NAME OF THE HIGHER POWER!


A Beast Am I starts as Ghost Tank's arms fold across his chest, and then he throws his arms out hard, making a lowercase t with his body, and the bonds break apart. He then bends over, and rips the shackles off his ankles. He grabs Alysia, once free from his bonds, putting out the fire by hand. However, her outfit would be completely changed, as if the fire transformed her clothes. Letting her go after a kiss, he then ran to the ring, leaping from the ground and up to the top rope, which he grabs, using his power and agility to hold him straight upside down on the rope, then flips himself around, landing in the ring, onto his feet and facing the entrance while he lets go of the rope, standing tall with his fists once more thumping against his flesh.

”Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest plays

Ring Announcer: "From Gold Coast, Australia and weighing in at 220 lbs… AUSTIN FERNANDOOOOOO!"


Austin Fernando strides out confidently to the top of the entrance ramp, standing front and centre in front of the entire crowd with an almost sadistic smile on his face, cranking his head from side to side, he paces down to the ring and hops up onto the apron lightly. He stops again for a moment and bounds straight over the top rope, clearing it easily. Bouncing around lightly on his feet he crosses over to the bottom right turnbuckle and steps up onto the top turnbuckle, raising one arm triumphantly into the air. The crowd giving him mixed reactions, he steps down from the top rope and stays in the bottom right corner he placed himself in, stretching himself out and preparing himself for the match ahead.

”World Ablaze” by Killswitch Engage plays

Ring Announcer: "From Off The Grid and weighing in at 250 lbs… TOMMY GUNNNNNNNNN!"


Music plays and Tommy Gunn comes out. He makes a shooting gesture with his thumb, fore and middle fingers to various people in the crowd before getting in the ring and then sitting on the top turnbuckle awaiting his opponent. If he is the second to enter than he does all of the previous stuff but instead of sitting on the top turnbuckle he just attacks his opponent.

Handicap Match Austin Fernando and Tommy Gunn - vs - Ghost Tank, Tag, and C.C. Hollywood

Ghost Tank looks fired up to lock up with Tommy Gunn as Austin Fernando stands in his corner. Tag and C.C. Hollywood are standing in the corner blankly staring forward.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!


Joey Styles: “It’s Paul Heyman........ AGAIN!”



You know, after reviewing this match… the sides seem a little lopsided don’t you agree?



The crowd cheers in agreement.



Well since you all agree let’s do this. This match will remain a handicap, but it will now be Tag and C.C. Hollywood vs. Ghost Tank, Austin Fernando, and Tommy Gunn!

For one match only!

Ghost Tank!

Welcome to the Heyman Alliance!


The crowd begins to boo.


Joey Styles: “I don’t think that’s what they had in mind.”

Handicap Match Ghost Tank, Austin Fernando, and Tommy Gunn - vs - Tag and C.C. Hollywood

C.C. Hollywood gets into the ring and looks confused. Tommy smirks and gets ready as Tank reluctantly gets on the same apron as Austin.

DING DING

The two men begin circling around as C.C. charges forward as does Tommy who raises a knee that drills into the temple of Hollywood. Tommy lifts up Hollywood and whips him into the corner. He rushes forward and hits the Target Locked! The big splash makes Hollywood groggy. Tommy lifts him up for the Killshot and begins backing up a few steps. Tank blind tags him on the back as Austin yells at Tank!

Tank climbs into the ring as Tommy finishes up the move. The two begin to bicker as Tank finally just ignores him and lifts up Hollywood. He pulls him in for a powerbomb and connects! Wait! He’s not finished!

He lifts him back up for another before doing it again to complete the TANK TRACKS! Instead of going for the cover though, Tank lifts up Hollywood and flings him to the corner where Tag is. He smiles as he beckons Tag on. Tag gets in hesitantly. Tag suddenly runs at Tank who flips him over his shoulder in a back drop. Tag gets to his feet and stands near the corner. Tank splashes him there and climbs the turnbuckle.

TAG!

Austin blind tags himself in as Tank looks irate!

Austin runs over to the Tag and smiles. He lifts him up and hits the Identity Crisis! The Irish Curse backbreaker is quickly turned into a neckbreaker! But Fernando isn’t done! He picks up the lifeless body of Tag and lifts him up for a suplex, but he turns it into a cutter!

END OF THE ROAD!

Austin goes for the pinfall.


1…



















2…



















3!!!



RING ANNOUNCER: “The winners of this match.... THE HEYMAAAN ALLIIIIIANNNNCE!”



JOEY STYLES: “Heyman says never trust a Jew when it comes to money! I think its obvious, you never trust a Jew!”



Madness fades to commercial.

---

The camera pans over to the crowd, where there is a lot of hustle and bustle and all the fans in that general area seem to be looking towards the back of the seating. There's a mixture of boos and cheers as the camera finally picks up the cause of the commotion. A grotesquely overweight man wearing a white t-shirt about four sizes to small and brandishing the letters “XSPS” is forging his way through the thick crowd. Following directly behind him and shoving him in the back, is Xavier Swann!


JOEY STYLES: “What the hell is Xavier Swann doing here?! He and the rest of the Underground were refused entry earlier in the night!”


Swann continuously shoves Stan in the back, forcing his way through the sea of people and brushing away the outstretched hands of nearby fans. They reach the railing and Swann gracefully jumps over. Stan tries to climb over but can barely lift his leg up, so Swann grabs him by the back of his tiny shirt and just drags him over. Stan falls to the ground and Swann starts shouting for a microphone. He is handed one by one of the ring crew and he rolls under the bottom rope as Stan takes the stairs. Xavier stands in the middle of the ring and looks out at the crowd.


Xavier Swann: “AH-WELCOME TO! MADNESS.. IS..”


Swann pauses as a mixture of shouts come from the crowd. He starts shaking his head.


Xavier Swann: “No, no, no. See, I'm not out here to play along with stupid catchphrases and entertain. I'm not out here to do Kirk MacClays bidding. I am out here, because, simply put.. Xavier Swann has a problem. Now I may have been refused entry tonight, but damn it, I have something to get off my chest. You see, when I first came to the XWF two months ago, I had a vision. I was going to prove to the world, without a doubt, that I was the absolute best this industry has to offer! I mean, look at me! I'm Xavier Swann! I'm the Sultan of Style, the Reflection of Perfection! Hell baby, I am the Ruler... of the Universe!

But then something happened, and do you know what that was? Kirk MacClay came to me and said that he too, had a vision. He told me that he was forging an alliance which would soon control Madness. He told me that he was forging an alliance which would soon control all of the XWF. He also told me, that they needed a leader. Someone to guide his band of misfits, to drag them to heights they never before dreamed possible, and you know what? I did. I led Team MacClay to victory at Turning Point, and what thanks did I get? None. I was robbed of my MVP spot by Vinnie Lane! That should have been me in the fatal four way at Turning Point! That should have been me pinning Osama Bin Wallace! And it should be ME who is the number one contender for the Universal Championship!

But it's not. Because instead I got asked to carry those two shaft-jockeys, Wallace and Heartsford once again in a Trios Titles match against the Kings, which I did. I almost single handedly won that match, but the fact of the matter is, we lost.. and you want to know why? Because as good as I am.. as perfect as Xavier Swann is.. there is only so long you can carry around dead weight before it starts breaking your back. I'm not a tag team competitor.. I'm not a baby sitter.. and I'm damn sure not playing these stupid games any longer. Kirkus!”


Swann turns his attention to the entrance ramp, pointing backstage with his right index finger.


Xavier Swann: “Kirkus, you get your greasy, slimy, bald-headed melon out here right now.. and you give me what was promised.. you give me what was agreed upon. You give me, my championship match!”


JOEY STYLES: “MacClay is not allowed in. What's his deal?

“Actually he knows that! He's not allowed in either!”


Neil Capra and his security team emerge from backstage and start advancing to the ring.


















































XTREEEEEEEEEEEEME!!!!



The crowd heats up at the sound of Paul Heymans music.



JOEY STYLES: “Here comes Paul Heyman!”



Heyman struts toward the ring by his lonesome. No Gunn. No Sawyer. No Fernando. In fact, he ushers Capra and his security team away also.



JOEY STYLES: “Does he have a death wish?”



Heyman enters the ring, requesting the mic from Xavier Swann.



I know this isn't exactly the slimy, greasy, bald head that you were wanting to see, but it'll have to do.

I was just out back with your Underground brethren and I'll have you know, Kirk MacClay put together a band of loyal FUCKING IDIOTS!

But you!

You're the wild card.

You're the ace in the hole aren't you?

You're the one that can break the back of the Underground before they ever even step foot back in my arenas!


JOEY STYLES: “You know, I've known Paul Heyman a long time. The son of a bitch could sell sex to the Virgin Mary!”


Tell me, Mr. Swann. With the rest of your brethren unable to be here, why are you here? Why have you breached security and come out here?

No!

On second thought, Xavier Swann, don't answer that.

I was watching backstage and I heard your little rant, and I have to tell you I kind of like what I see.

I know I certainly like what I hear.

You're owed a shot at the Identity championship right?


Swann nods.


Consider it booked!

Next week, Xavier Swann, you are added to the planned Identity title match!


Swann smiles slightly.


You're pissed, right?

You're pissed that MacClay, after everything you did for him, turned around and spit in your face! You're pissed that, that second rate glorified indy wrestler and wannabe rockstar Vinnie Lane has YOUR shot at the Universal Championship!

You're pissed because you're forced to carry never-will-be's like Heartsford and Wallace! You're pissed because all of the dividends from YOUR hard work are going to everyone but YOU!

See, Swann... I can give you the Identity title match.

Hell, I can even set you up in a match against Vinnie where he has to defend his title shot against you.

Fuck, Xavier, I can make damn sure you win that match!


JOEY STYLES: “Xavier Swann, he looks stoic. Almost like he's not sure what to think and what to believe. Paul Heyman doesn't exactly have the best reputation when it comes to telling the truth!”


Listen to me.

Xavier, just as easily as I can give you all of your wildest dreams.

Just as easily as I can give you that Identity title match.

Just as easily as I can give you an opportunity at Lanes title shot.

I can just as easily take it all away and fire each and every one of you, including that no good amateur, Kirk MacClay!



JOEY STYLES: “Here it comes. I know it.”



You need to side with a winner.

Cross, Witasick, Eldred, Fairfield, Ferrari. Do any of those names ring a bell?

Do they?


Swann mouths the word: “Some.”


Do you know what they all have in common, what they all receive that Paul Heyman doesn't?


Swann shakes his head.


Unemployment checks.

All those names have bit the dust but I live and I thrive in the House that Heyman built!

Madness isn't just a tv show or simply a brand, its a GOD DAMNED WAY OF LIFE!

It's an atmosphere of controlled chaos that I've created and its something I control with my Alliance!

I'm the creator of champions, Swann, don't you WANT to be a champion? Don't you WANT the recognition and the fame and the glory that comes with being a title holder in the biggest and best wrestling company in the fucking universe!?


Swann nods.



JOEY STYLES: “Hook.”



You're a little rough around the edges, Xavier Swann, but given the chance I could polish those edges and with your God given talent and ability, together, WE could create a star! Don't you want to be a big star in a field of little tiny dim stars?


Swann nods.



JOEY STYLES: “Line.”



Then all you have to do, is shake my hand and join the Heyman Alliance! All you have to do is drop that no good cunt Kirk MacClay and join me!

Work with me!

Allow your enormous potential to be realized.

Accept my services as your manager, and you will, unquestionably, become a big fucking star beyond your wildest fucking dreams!


Heyman holds his hand out toward Swann. Swann looks down at it, then around at the Miami crowd around him.



JOEY STYLES: “SINKER!”



Swann grasps Heymans hand and the two men shake. Both men smiling.



Ladies and gentlemen... My name... is Paul Heyman...

Please welcome the newest member of the Heyman Alliance...

XAVIER!

FUCKING!

SWANN!



JOEY STYLES: “What a coup! Xavier Swann has jumped ship! He's abandoned the Undeground and joined the Heyman Alliance!



Eat shit, MacClay!



Madness fades to commercial.

---

JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back and we are here for the duration! No more commercial breaks! Sane versus Smackins! 24/7 Briefcase versus Career! It's a ladder match! It's the main event!

“It's next!”

”Still Standing” by Side Weighs plays.

JOEY STYLES: “Here comes Frodo Smackins! It's do or die tonight! He puts his career on the line!”



Frodo walks down to the ring accompanied by his two kids, Joseph-Gordon, and Katie, and managers Crack, and Mrs. Frodo Smackins, Sarah. As Frodo walks down he waves at the crowd as if he were royalty. Once in the ring he removes his hoodie, hands it to Katie and climbs the turnbuckles pumping the crowd up.They seem unimpressed, so Katie just shoots them a smile.

”Undead” by Hollywood Undead plays.

JOEY STYLES: “Justin Sane! He's number one contender to the XWF Television Championship! He holds a 24/7 briefcase! He puts that briefcase on the line!”



The opening riff of "Undead" by Hollywood Undead hits the PA system. The stage fills with a low-covering layer of smoke as the main lights dim and are instead replaced with flickering sapphire blue and white lights centered on the stage and entrance ramp. Justin Sane slowly walks out from behind the curtain, hands at his sides, clenching and un-clenching his fists whilst rolling his neck. He approaches the top of the ramp and looks out and the crowd with a smirk on his face. After gazing around the XWF arena, his gaze lands upon the ring in front of him. He makes his way down the ramp, eyes solely on the ring, a look of intent and purpose in his eyes. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and paces a couple of circles around the ring. Just as the chorus of "Undead" is about to kick in, he strides to the corner, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle before throwing both arms out 90 degrees at his sides and letting out a loud war cry. He jumps down from the turnbuckle, unrivaled intensity in his eyes and stares out at the crowd as "Undead" begins to fade and the lighting returns to normal.



JOEY STYLES: “With both men in the ring, we send it over to Michael Buffer for pre match introductions!”



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Xtreme Wrestling Feeration fans, it is time now for the main event of the evening.

“ARE YOU READY!?”



The Maniacs cheer loudly.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “I said.... ARE... YOU.... RRRRRRRREADY!?”



The Maniacs cheer even louder.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world.

“Ladies and gentlemen....

“LLLLLLETS GET RRRRREADY TO RRRRUMMMMMBLLLLLLLLLE!”



The Maniacs play sing along with Buffer.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “This match, is a ladder match putting Justin Sane's twenty-four-seven briefcase against Frodo Smackins career.

“Introducing first. From Clawson, Michigan. Standing 5 feet 6 inches and weighing 1 hundred 50 pounds. He is the master of the Shayouken upper cut!

“Ladies and gentlemen... putting his career on the line tonight.... FRODOOOOOOOO SMAAAAAACKIIIIINS!”



A mixed reaction coming from the Maniacs.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “His opponent. He hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He stands 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighs in tonight at 2 hundred 64 and three-quarter pounds. He is the current XWF, TAG TEAM CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRRLD! Putting his twenty-four-seven briefcase on the line tonight...

“Ladies and gentlemen...

“JUSTIIIIIIIIN SAAAAAAAAANE!”



JOEY STYLES: “Sane, with more cheers than boos tonight!”



The briefcase is placed in the hook of the cable and retracted high above the ring for the start of the match.

24/7 Briefcase - vs - Career Ladder Match Justin Sane (24/7 Briefcase) - vs - Frodo Smackins (Career)

The bell rings and the main event is finally under way. Sane rests his hands on his knees from his corner and stares across the ring at Frodo. The two approach the center of the ring and Frodo starts running his mouth, only for Sane to slap him in it.

Frodo spins and clutches his face, then turns and charges at Sane with a spear. Sane back pedals a little, but the move has very little effect. Sane laughs at the little runt laying at his feet. Frodo starts to get up and Sane lets out a flurry of aggressive stomps. This onslaught forces Frodo into retreat toward the corner.



JOEY STYLES: “Justin Sane, proving to just be a little too much for Frodo Smackins here in the early going of your Madness main event!”



Sane takes both hand and places them on Frodos face as he leans in the corner, shoving his head back against the turnbuckle. Sane then decides to toss Frodo across the ring to the opposite corner, causing Frodo to rebound off the turnbuckles. Off that rebound, Sane lifts Frodo high into the air and delivers a high impact spinebuster, sending Frodo to the mat hard.



JOEY STYLES: “Sane, going for the ladder early on here and taking his time.”



Sane, on the outside, grabs the ladder near the ramp and folds it up. He walks back toward the ring and lays the ladder on the apron. Just in time for Frodo to nail the ladder with a baseball slide, causing it to collide with Justin Sane. Sane stands there momentarily, stunned from the impact of the ladder. Frodo gets back to his feet quickly, then delivers another baseball slide to the ladder. This time, Sane falls to the ground.

Frodo is back up quickly and he scales the turnbuckles. As Sane starts to get up, Frodo leaps, landing a cross body block, taking his larger adversary to the ground.



JOEY STYLES: “Everything is on the line tonight! This could very well be the end of the road for Frodo Smackins!

“And he knows it!”



Frodo grabs a chair from ringside, pushing a small boy to the ground. He folds it up and just as Sane stands up, Frodo smashes the chair over his head. Sane falls back to the ground and Frodo opens the bent up chair enough that Sanes head will fit through it, effectively trapping his neck.

Frodo then shoves the ladder into the ring and climbs up on the apron. Smackins leaps into the air, bringing his feet down on the legs of the chair, snapping it shut against Justin Sane's neck and chest, leaving him writhing in pain on the stadium floor.

Frodo then slides into the ring and grabs the ladder. He sets it up under the briefcase and begins his climb. He reaches the top and can't reach the briefcase. He slowly climbs up to the very top of the ladder, you know, the one that says “not a step.” He slowly steadies himself and he can still only get a finger tip on the bottom of the case.

Frodo nearly falls off the ladder a few times. Sane rolls back into the ring and Frodo is in a predicament. He's too high to climb down, yet too low to reach the case. He leaps off the ladder toward Sane who sees him at the last second and quickly side steps him, letting Frodo crash hard on the ring mat!



JOEY STYLES: “Frodo crashes and burns!

“And somebody in the back lowered the case just a bit. He can probably reach it now!”



Sane reaches down and lifts Frodo to his feet, he under hooks his arm, then knees him in the face. With his arms still under hooked, Sane lifts Frodo up, and delivers a back breaker to the shortstatured fellow. With Frodo down and out on the mat, Sane scales the turnbuckles. He leaps into the air with a high-arc moonsault!



JOEY STYLES: “SHAYOUKEN!

“Frodo nailed that son of bitch from out of nowhere and Sane is out fucking cold! Both men are down!”



Frodo starts to stir first and starts to crawl toward the ladder which collapsed after the thunderous moonsault/shayouken. Frodo gets to his feet and lifts up the ladder, then proceeds to set it up. Then Frodo begins the slow climb, knowing full well that this could be his final opportunity to win this match, win the briefcase from Sane, and ultimately save his career.





Sane starts to stir.





Frodo is a third of the way up, staring up at the briefcase as he climbs.





Sane rolls over on his stomach and sees Frodo climbing.





Frodo is two-thirds of the way up. Still staring at the case.





Sane crawls toward the ladder and starts to pull himself to his feet.





Frodo is nearing the top.





Justin Sane starts his ascent toward the heavens.





Frodo is reaching for the briefcase, but is still a little too far away.





Sane is about two-thirds the way up the other side of the ladder.





Frodo steps up one more rung and gets his whole hand on the briefcase then nearly loses his balance and falls. Only stopping that by grabbing on to the top of the ladder with both hands.









JOEY STYLES: “What a shot from Sane!”



Sane reached the top and planted a fist in Frodos face and now the two are both perilously close to falling from the ladder. Frodo fights back. The two trade shots back and forth while perched near the top of the ladder. Both men nearly falling numerous times.

Frodo sends a headbutt to Sane and nearly knocks himself out in the process. Both men are groggy after the headbutt, but both seems to reach for the briefcase only to unintentionally smack it away and cause it to swing wildly out of reach.

Sane grabs Frodo by his hair and pulls him up and over the top of the ladder, then tosses him like a dart.



JOEY STYLES: “OH MY GOD!

“Sane just tossed Frodo like a rag doll out of the ring and through the Canadian announce table!”



Sane grabs at the briefcase as it swings by, slowing it down and bringing it to a stop. Sane reaches up, and unhooks the briefcase.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Ladies and gentlemen your winner...

“JUSTIIIIN SAAAAAANE!”

JOEY STYLES: “Sane wins it!

“And here comes Heyman with Tommy Gunn!”



Get him in the ring!



Gunn grabs Frodo and rolls him into the ring. Frodo then backpedals and leans against the bottom turn buckle.



You never were in the Heyman Alliance.

You never were the so-called “A-Team.” I only employ A-Team, Smackins. F team, maybe, but A-Team? Not a chance.

Are you aware of whats going on here Frodo?



Frodo nods.



You're done.

You're through.

You're finished!

You have no job, because you sir, ARE FIRED!

There will be no Warfare's. No Madness, or Shove It's. No pay per views or any other kind of special events. You are an unemployed little piece of shit rodent and I'll be happy to never see your rat face ever again!

You take your rat face, you take your little inbred children, and GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY COMPANY!

Frodo Smackins, you never were a winner and you never will be. I only employ winners.



Paul Heyman and Tommy Gunn leave the area, retreating to backstage. Gunn smiling all the way.



The ref raises Justin Sane's hand in victory and is handing him back his 24/7 briefcase. Frodo is laying in the corner of the ring having just lost a Loser Leaves Town match.

Sane walks over to Frodo and just smiles at him.

Suddenly from out of the back comes the entirety of The Asylum. Aaron Underwood, Ghost Tank, Lucius Fyre, Herod, Hysteria and lastly Morbid Angel. The last of which remains on the stage barking out orders to his followers.

The Asylum slides into the ring like a pack of wolves and starts beating the shit out of Justin Sane.

Sane to his credit is doing everything he can to fend off his attackers.


DING!!!!


JOEY STYLES: “Morbid Angel is down!!”



Taken out via a chair shot from Gator who is shot out of the back like a cannonball.

Gator slides into the ring and starts swinging the chair like Barry Bonds sans roids.



CRACK!!!


JOEY STYLES: “Head shot to Ghost Tank!!!”


CRACK!!!


JOEY STYLES: “Head shot to Underwood!!!”


Gator is doing his best to even up the odds but even with two members down, Hysteria, Herod and Fyre are starting to slowly pick him apart.

Clothesline by Herod and a DDT by Hysteria have Gator down.

Fyre is pulling Sane up to his feet...


"CA-CAW!"


"CA-CAW!"


JOEY STYLES: “What the hell?”


corVus starts flying down from the ceiling of the arena on a zip line. Once he gets to about 20 feet above the ring he detaches himself....









THUMP!!!!!!



corVus just took Fyre out like a missile. Fyre goes flying backwards and over the ropes.

corVus then pulls a crowbar and a stun gun out of his long black leather jacket.

corVus and Sane....Herod and Hysteria.

The four men circle each other for a few seconds.

Gator dives at Hysteria's leg and takes the man out below the knee.

corVus then tosses the crowbar to Sane...




DING!!!!



JOEY STYLES: “OH MY GOD!”



Sane caves Herod's head in with a violent crowbar shot to the side of the dome.


Hysteria looks down at his fallen comrade oblivious to corVus closing in on him...




ZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!!!!


corVus jams his stun gun into the neck of Hysteria. The Prophet of the Asylum starts convulsing violently. After a few seconds of shaking he falls to the ground whereupon Underwood and Fyre pull him out of the ring. Ghost Tank attempts to tackle Gator but Sane catches him with a diving forearm smash.

Tank hits the deck and immediately rolls out of the ring where he joins the rest of the Asylum as slowly back their way up the ramp.

As this happens Frodo finally comes around and uses the ropes pulls himself up. The three members of Defiance stare him down.



JOEY STYLES: “It's Frodo vs Defiance as the Asylum is in full retreat.”



Frodo looks to his Brothers, specifically Morbid Angel for some sign that help is on the way but instead he is met with blank stares.

Rather than attack Frodo, Justin Sane picks up his briefcase, dusts it off, looks at Frodo and waves good bye.



"Na na na na. Na na na na. Hey hey hey. Get the fuck out!!"



Sane repeats it a few more times and eventually the crowd joins in. The entire arena is now singing as Frodo climbs out of the ring while Gator, corVus and Justin Sane stare him down as Madness comes to a close.

---

meretricious

OOC: Awesome show.

"We should really all be thanking Justin Sane. He did us all a huge favor."

1X - GOAT.

"You're welcome, Senator. It was my pleasure... trust me."

"Jill won. She actually won a match.

I am truly baffled and disgusted."