A slight crackling noise emanates over the speakers, a grainy shot of black and beige nothingness greets those viewing at home. Seconds go by, the crackling increasing in volume each second. "Grisly Reminder" by Midnight Syndicate begins to play, blending itself in with the crackling noise until, click. One by one, the lights slowly turn on, filling the room with a dim glow. The lights flicker for a few moments, before cutting out completely and plunging the room in darkness once more.

The lights come back on, this time a steady stream of dim light grips the room in its cold embrace. From the new perspective given to us by the influx of light, a wrestling ring can be seen in the center of the room. Around it of course are barriers separating the fans from the ring and ringside area.

Once more, the lights go out.

Powering back on, we see in the middle of the ring our host for this evening, Jessica Diaz. She stands near the ropes, facing the camera dead on. The handle of a microphone encompassed by her fingers. Gradually, the sound dies down, and she places the microphone up to her lips.

"Greetings! Now now, I wish not to waste time with formalities, as you all know what will be occurring over the span of the next few hours. Those who are a part of the tournament know what's expected of them, and that if they fail ever so slightly, there will be severe repercussions. That much can be expected.

So, without further ado..."

She leans against the ropes, hooking her arms around them.

"Let the festivities begin!"

Whipping her head back, and uttering an enthused yelp, she drops to the mat and rolls under the ropes and walks up the ramp area into what appears to be a black hole. An unnerving snicker can be heard over the speakers as she disappears from view...


No music plays over the speakers, but Mr. Radio emerges from the black hole wheeling a well, wheelbarrow down to the ringside area. Upon closer inspection from our cameraman as he gets closer to the ring, we can see that the objects are in fact glass panes! No doubt, they were stolen from the officials, who were tasked with setting them up for the match.

Stopping, and lowering the wheelbarrow, he fishes under the ring and pulls out not one, but two steel folding chairs. Sliding them into the ring, he sets them up a foot apart, facing each other. Silently and briskly, he exits the ring and grabs one of the glass panes and slides back in. Walking over to the two chairs, he sets the pane between them.

Once more he exits the ring, and walks right into an open handed slap from one of the fans. The culprit, a scrawny 20 something man, laughs about it before being grabbed by his shirt by the enraged Radio and pulled over the barricade. Security doesn't even bother trying to break it up.

Furious, Radio headbutts the fan and slides him into the ring. As he gets in after him, the fan tries to crawl away. Radio is too quick however, and grabs him by the ankle. Pulling him closer, he lifts the man up with ease and places him on his shoulders.

Smiling, he walks over to the contraption, and...

AROUND THE GALAXY! (F5!)

Through the glass!

Not finished, he takes the chair closest to him and places it on the back of the fans head. Turning around, he grabs the mic before walking to the body once again, and placing his foot on the man's head and the other on his back while placing the mic to his lips.

Radio: This is what's going to happen to Go-Go-Gadget Dick! Bring him out here, right fucking now!


Radio's still facing the ramp area, yelling for Lawson to come out when from behind, he's greeted with a chop block from behind! It's Archie Lawson! He came from the crowd like the sly devil he is!

Turning his attention to the fan, Archie kicks him in the ribs, causing the poor sap to fall out of the ring and onto the floor. The referee who up to this point was outside of the ring slides under the ropes, right as Radio rolls up the unsuspecting Lawson!

As quick as he can, the ref gets into position.

1...

2...

Kickout! So close, yet so far for Radio!

Getting to his feet first, Archie lays in a few stomps to the back of Radio, before dropping a big elbow right between his shoulders! Radio rolls over onto his back after that, and grabbing onto the ropes, forces himself up.

Archie turns and looks behind him, a sickening, evil grin forming on his face as his fix themselves onto one of the chairs on the opposite end of the ring. While Radio stabilizes himself, Archie walks over and picks up the one closest to him. He turns back, raising it it above his head, ready to strike. Radio shakes off the cobwebs, and right as Archie's about to drop the hammer...

Radio rolls out of the way! Wait, no! Radio rolled to soon, and on his way back to a standing base, Archie dropped the hammer, right on the top of his head!

He drops like a ton of bricks, and rolls out of the ring.

Archie follows, forcing Radio against the barricade. Quickly, he goes to work, landing chop after chop on Radio's chest. A few more, and he follows up with a headbutt, dropping Radio down to his knees, arms still stuck behind the barricade. Archie takes advantage of that fact by stomping on the downed man some more. He backs up, and comes running forward with a big boot, that Radio moves his head out of the way of at the last second!

The barricade vibrates as Archie tries to shake out the pain in his leg. Radio comes at him however, with a wild series of clubbing blows to the back that force Lawson down to one knee. The dominate one right now, Radio, grabs a hold of Lawson by his hair and begins to headbutt him repeatedly!

In fact, he headbutts the man so many times, that he managed to open up a cut in both of their foreheads! But wait, never count Archie out, especially when he just hit a low blow! Radio drops to his knees once again, and then falls off to one side flat onto the ground. Archie wipes a bit of a sweat/blood mixture from his forehead onto the back of his hand, then hits another chop onto Radio, who was tying to get back up and smearing some of his blood on the man's chest.

Smirking, Archie walks over to the wheelbarrow and pulls one of the glass panes from it. Looking it over, he angles it against the ring apron and the floor. Walking back over to Radio, he slaps the spaceman in the back of the head, telling him to get up. Radio does, and immediately gets punched in the stomach for his efforts. Archie makes the most of this situation, locking him in a front headlock and dragging him over so that they stand horizontal to where the pane was set up. He sets Radio up, thinking suplex into the glass pane...

And he hits it!

The glass shatters and marks up Radio's back, blood already beginning to drip from the wounds. Archie sits up and slowly claps his hands, content with a job well done.

Archie gets back to a standing position, and tries to stomp Radio some more, but wait! Radio catches his boot and spins him around before hopping up to his feet. Still facing away from Radio, Archie doesn't even realize that he'd up until he's lifted up on the man's shoulders! Inverted Samoan Drop! Archie just got dropped flat on his face!

Radio quickly gets back up to his feet, and drops a knee on the back of Lawson's head. Before standing back up, Radio leans in and yells inaudible words at Lawson. Once back to his feet, he brings Lawson up to his, locking in a headlock and then slamming the man's face off the barricade!

He tries once again, but this time Archie elbows him in the stomach and shoves him off. Lawson tries to shake off the cobwebs, but gets an elbow to the mouth for his trouble. It appears to have done the trick though, as Lawson returns the favor! In a matter of moments, the two are exchanging elbows in an even battle!

Radio hits a knee to the stomach, and regains the upper hand! He follows up with a swinging neckbreaker, dropping Archie to the ground once more. He walks over to the wheelbarrow and grabs another of the panes.

Looking at Lawson, who's getting up to his feet, Radio slides the pane of glass under the ropes, and then climbs onto the apron, stepping between the ropes into the ring. Lawson follows closely after him, rolling under the bottom rope, clutching his back.

Radio sets the pane up on the chairs, like he did before he killed that fan! He can't be thinking about doing the same to Lawson, can he? Lawson stands up, facing Radio, who grabs him and hoists him upon his shoulders! We're going to see it agai-

NO! Lawson's fighting his way out of the grip! He drops behind Radio, and lifts him for a back suplex!

But his knee buckles, and he drops, letting go of his opponent. Lawson starts messing with his trunks, and pulls out Brass Knuckles! Radio doesn't see them and leans to pick him up, only to get a brass knuckle punch to the face, splitting his head even more wide open!

Radio falls backward, missing the glass contraption by mere inches as Lawson laughs. He approaches the grounded Radio, ready to strike, when...

Drop toe hold through the glass! How the fuck did Radio do that?!

Glass shards stick into Lawson's face, just like they were still hanging from Radio's back. Lawson manages to get to his feet, hands covering his face as he tries to rip some of the bigger parts out of his cheeks! One of the bloodstained shards hits the ground and shatters even more.

Radio grabs Lawson by his hair, but Lawson pushes him back against the ropes, where they both see the thing everyone must've forgot about.

The pit of gravel!

Archie backs up, and charges Radio; who lifts him up in the air, and...

AROUND THE GALAXY! (F5)

Off the apron, into the gravel pit!

He slides out of the ring, not waiting to go for the pin.

1..........


2....................


3!



The cameras cut to a backstage type area, where we see a wide, white walled hallway that unlike the rest of the arena, is well lit. A stark contrast, to say the least. The only person standing in the hallway, is a woman, whom you the viewer don't recognize. She stands in the hallway, leaning against one of the walls, her face buried in a notebook. Something tells you that this will become very important later, but you don't quite understand why just yet.


"It's My Life" by Bon Jovi hits the speakers. - The music plays and the lights move in a similar manner. The X-Tron mainly shows his name rather than any wrestling promos, and this continues until the lyrics come into the song
- When the lyrics start, Smoke Man exits the curtain, taking his time to rile up the crowd to cheer, before going into his pose: he slightly squats with his legs apart and knees bent, crosses his arms in a cutthroat expression, holds this for a bit and then quickly stands, spreading his arms in a wide fashion, pointing at either side of him toward the crowd. Pyro explodes at his sides, and he takes off down the ramp.
- As he walks down the ramp he looks around at the crowd occasionally riling them up again, but he never stops or slows.
- He runs and slides into the ring, carrying his momentum by running forward, rebounding off the ropes, stopping in the middle of the ring, facing the cameras and doing the same pose as described above (however no pyro goes off). He then climbs up a turnbuckle to the middle rope and does the same pose once more (albeit without bending his legs) before turning to face up the ramp in a ready position.

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, from Gloucestershire, England, weighing in at two hundred, thirty five pounds: This is, SMOKE MAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

The lights go out and The Lords of Salem begins playing the X Tron shows a shadow figure that slowly fades in to show Baalberith as the song reaches the chorus Baalberith walks slowly out from the curtain and makes his way methodically to the ring. As he reaches the rings he gets in and walks to his corner removes his cloak and stares into the opposite corner unblinking.

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent! From Salem, Massachusetts! Weighing in at two hundred, forty pounds! BAAAAAAAAALBERRRRRRRRRRRRRRITH!"

Baalberith looks out of the ring, where on the ground lies the barbed wire pentagram bed. Smoke slowly circles around the ring, while his opponent smiles at him. The Satanist reaches out and locks up with Smoke, hitting a snap suplex to start off this match as the referee rings the bell!

Smoke gets to his feet quickly, and stares down the freak, Baalberith. Slowly, Baalberith approaches and the two lock up in a test of strength. The two are evenly matched, until a kick to the midsection from Smoke Man gives him the upper hand. He quickly makes the most of that opportunity by dropping Satan's favorite demon with a DDT.

Not wanting to waste any time getting out of this, Smoke Man begins to roll Baalberith over to the far side of the ring, where the pentagram shaped bed of barbed wire sits. It looks as though Smoke Man has this won, until Baalberith springs to life and hops to his feet on the apron!

Baalberith grabs onto Smoke, looking for a suplex onto the bed off the apron, but Smoke blocks it, holding into the ropes! He lifts Baalbeirth, and suplexes him back into the ring! Smoke gets to his feet first, and decides to exit the ring. Once his feet hit the ground, he fishes under the ring apron for a weapon. Looking around, he finds something that catches his eye. Pulling it out, we see that it's a steel chair. That's anticlimactic.

He slides back into the ring, chair in hand as Baalberith begins to stir. The Satanist sits up, right into a shot to the face from the chair. Baalberith drops back to the mat, a trickle of blood begins to flow from his right nostril. Smoke Man sets the chair up, and walks over his grounded opponent. He starts clapping slowly, the crowd rallying behind him as he runs the ropes and comes back with a big leg drop onto Baalberith!

Smiling, he decides to run the ropes again, coming back with another huge leg drop...

That misses! Baalberith rolls out of the way!

Smoke Man kicks his legs in agony after missing the leg drop as Baalberith stands up. Peeling his opponent off the mat, Baalberith lifts Smoke up, and drops him with a powerbomb onto the set up chair! The seat is broken off and on the ground aside from the back and legs that have fallen over as well from the impact!

Content with his handiwork, Baalberith walks over to the apron, preparing for a springboard leg drop. He takes a few moments to taunt the crowd, which gives Smoke the opportunity he needs to inch his way over to the ropes, and stands up on the apron, opposite his opponent.

Smoke grabs a hold of Baalberith's throat...

Lifts him high up in the air...

And chokeslams him, onto the bed of barbed wire!



"Frankly, I don't care much about what the Administrator Network thinks! Peter Gilmour is not allowed in the building, or to compete. That is that!"

Just then, a knock came upon the door that led into the office of this building, the same room we just heard Jessica's voice come from. The knock can be heard again, followed by the creaking sound of the door opening. In steps the same woman from earlier, the notebook still in her hand. Forming the nicest smile that she can bother to muster, Jessica looks over her uninvited guest.

"No need to be alarmed, Jessica. I'm just here to ensure that everything goes well, according to the guidelines set before you by the Administrator Network. Figured I'd get that out immediately, seeing as though you seem to be having problems with my employers at the moment."

Behind her eyes, Jessica was panicking, trying her hardest to make it seem as if she was cool, calm and collected. Her visitor, wasn't buying it for a second. She flipped through the pages in her notebook, skimming each one momentarily as Jessica tried to formulate some kind of response.

"So, that's why you've been snooping around here."

A puzzled, curious look appeared on the Network worker's face.

"Precisely. Your actions with Gilmour, are forcing the Network's hand. You let him compete, or this show will be shut down. I'll be as blunt as that."

"Allow me to be blunt back then. If you close this show, Gilmour doesn't get what he wants. I win."

"Please, don't make me do this."

The last words said, before the assistant, or whatever she was walked out of the office, but not before the security camera trained above Jessica's desk snapped a picture of the mysterious woman.


(Apparently, she's ridiculously photogenic.)


The lights go black as Broken, Beat & Scarred by Metallica starts to play, silver lights flash in the darkness while the various guitar solo goes and stops, the lights come on as the music starts to pick up and Morrison stands in the middle of the stage with his head down and then looks up and pounds his chest with both arms and then raises them and yells "Let's Go!" and slowly walks to the ring. Enters the ring and then climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and pounds his chest again and raises them high.

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas! Weighing in tonight at two hundred, forty-seven pounds! KYLE, THE MACHINE, MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORISSON!"

Our very special guests; that one mariachi band that plays everywhere but since this is 'Murica no one knows about, walks to the ringside area. A few seconds pass, and after looking at each other, they begin to play a live version of Juan Madison's theme! Energized, Madison begins running down the ramp toward the ring.

Ring Announcer: "Introducing his opponent, from Tijuana, Mexico. Weighing in at two hundred, twenty pounds! This. Is. JUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAN, MAAAAAAAAAAAADISOOOOOOOOOON!"

The Mexican bums mariachi band begins to play another song, and Juan Madison backs up into a corner, clapping the rhythm along with the whole crowd! Kyle looks on, confused, annoyed, and approaches. Before Madison can react, he's caught in a muay thai clinch! Kyle just unloads with a fierce combination of three knees to Madison's head. On the fourth, Juan catches the leg and kicks the other out from under his opponent, knocking him to the ground.

Morrison gets back up to his feet and rushes after Madison, who drops to the ground. He leaps over him, and bounced off the ropes, running right into an arm drag from the smaller, faster Juan Madison. As could be expected, Morrison gets up right away, and turns into a hurricanrana from the masked man! Holy shit, this guy really is a luchadore! He holds it into a pin!

1.

2........

Kick out!

Madison's beside himself; he just did the two biggest moves in any luchadore's arsenal, and it still wasn't enough for a victory!

Without hesitation, Madison rushes over to the apron, and grabs one of the plates left upon it! Morrison is up to his feet too, and charges after Madison, only to get a handful of pico de gallo to the eyes! He backs up, while Madison taunts him.

Madison: Yeah, gringo! Take that!

However, it looks like all he managed to do was piss off the bigger man. Morrison comes back with a wild, although heavy shot that misses the intended target of Madison's midsection, but knocks it out of the park right under his chin! Knocked back by the blow, Madison falls into the ropes, hooking his arms around the ropes before dropping to his knees. Looking down at the plate that the pico de gallo came from, Morrison contemplates something for a moment before grabbing it.

Morrison: Fuckin' beaner!

He takes a huge bite out of the burrito that was on the plate, before smashing it over Madison's head! Smiling, He grabs one of the shards, and places it between his index and middle finger. Holding Madison's head up by his chin, Morrison pulls his fist back, really winding this punch up...

A fire gleams in his eye as he throws the punch...

And it connects right to Madison's forehead! The mask is cut every so slightly, but just enough so that the man behind it starts to pour blood from a gash in his forehead. Morrison tries for another shot, but Maddy slides under his legs, and drop kicks him over the ropes! Eyeing the burrito, Madison reaches for it until Morrison slides into the ring with a kendo stick!

Madison drops to his knees, begging his opponent to show mercy. The grip that Morrison has on the stick starts to loosen, when Maddy hits a low blow! WOO! Morrison drops like a sack of bricks. Madison looks back at the burrito, but instead grabs the stick. Lifting it high above his head, he drops the hammer stick down across Morrison's back!

And again!

And a few more times for good measure!

He then peels Morrison off the mat and hits another arm drag! The cover!

1.....




2.........



Thr- KICKOUT!

JUAN MADISON IS PISSED!

He grabs the kendo stick, but Morrison returns the favor with a low blow of his own! Morrison then rolls out of the ring, and approaches a big ol' fat guy in the front row. The man seems to be doing nothing wrong, just eating his french fries, but Morrison takes a handful of them and charges back into the ring. Madison starts screaming bloody murder upon sight of the repulsive 'Murican food! During one of those screams however, Morrison shoves the fries down his throat.

Nothing happens.

Madison has gone limp.

He's...

Dead.

Morrison looks down at him, and smirks. Time for him to have some fun, it seems. He lifts Madison up with ease, and slams him back down onto the mat. Mounting him, he wails on the masked man with a series of punches directly at that bleeding gash, splitting it open even more! Madison responds with nothing, despite the crowd's best attempts at getting him back to normal.

For the fun of it, Morrison lifts Maddy off the mat once again, lifting him up for a gorilla press! Drops him right down behind him!

Still not done, he grabs the kendo stick and proceeds to brutally beat down the impaired man! Shot after shot from the stick go completely undefended, is Madison even breathing at this point?

Streaks of red mark his body as crimson blood pours from the gaping gash in his head down to the mat, making a mess of the clean parts of him.

Morrison pulls him up by the mask for another Gorilla Press, dropping him face first...


ONTO THE BURRITO! Madison takes a bite and swallows...

AND HE HOPS BACK TO HIS FEET! THAT MEXICAN FIGHTING SPIRIT HAS RETURNED!

The crowd is going nuts and rightfully so, Morrison is at a loss; did that really just happen? He charges Madison and runs into an arm drag! Followed by 11 more! Followed by a hurricanrana! He climbs to the top rope, and some flippy move!

Cover!

1......



2.....................



3!

"Hold on a moment!"

Before the crowd really begins to cheer, the woman we saw earlier in Jessica's office; the Administrator Network employee steps onto the stage.

"Now, I don't know if you saw it, but Juan Madison was clearly on a performance enhancing substance! Ergo, by the power implanted in me as the highest ranking official here currently; I demand this match be restarted!"

With that, and a chorus of boos, the woman walks off stage, back to where she came from.

Madison is livid! He storms over to the apron, and picks up a bottle of tequila. Downing it, he smashes the empty glass bottle on Morrison's head before going for yet another flippy move!

Cover again!

1...

2.....

3!



Alexandra was in the backstage area after her, Zak, and Micah viciously attacked John Black and Captain Extreme in the ring, after their match. She had stopped by and visited with her friend Radio and wishing him good luck in his match up tonight. After leaving him she ran into Steve Sayors.

“Alexandra, can I get a moment of your time?”

“Make it quick, I have other tasks to attend to.”

Steve nodded and began to speak.

“Alexandra, can you explain to us your actions earlier?”

“Explain my actions, what are you the inquisitorial squad? I think my reasons for it are rather simple.”

“Well some people don’t understand it.”

“I told Jessie that I would help her with the show tonight. I told her I would make sure that whatever she needed done, was done. She wanted them beaten down, they were.”

“Yes, but for someone who claims to be a rebel. Are you not doing the exact opposite by complying to her wishes?”

“No, call it a business endeavor. You see I respect Ms. Diaz. I have been in the ring with her. She and I we have an understanding. Tonight, I will be the executioner. This conversation is done.”

With that Alexandra walks off leaving Steve with so many more questions. Steve speaks shrugging his shoulders.

“Back to you all at ringside.”




John Austin, D Shadows, and the hookah are all in the ring when Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" begins to play over the loudspeakers. The incense is already burning, creating a thick cloud of smoke that encompasses the entire ringside area. Fans are coughing and trying not to inhale the fumes, while the ref stumbles about, signalling to the already stoned timekeeper to start the match.

Shadows smiles, looking on as Austin stumbles around the ring. He approaches the hookah and takes a drag. Leaping over the hookah, he damn near takes Austin's head off with a flying lariat! Upon closer inspection however, we see that he really hit the ref, and that Austin is stumbling elsewhere.

Draped over the top rope, hacking out his lungs, is John Austin as Shadows gets back to his feet, pulling the dead weight of the ref up with him. He takes a deep inhale and holds the smoke in for a few moments before letting it back out. His motions steady out as it appears he's getting used tot his environment a lot faster than his opponent is. Damn those years of experience, he has an unfair advantage!

Shadows slowly jogs over to Austin and hits him with a double axe handle to the back, managing to stumble over the man, and fall over the ropes and onto the floor at the same time. So much for having the advantage, it seems.

Austin stands up straight, and decides to fly! Well, awkwardly somersault over the ropes and land flat on his ass a couple feet from where Shadows landed. They look at each other momentarily, then share a hearty laugh as the lights around the ring change to shades of red, yellow, and green. It's party time now, motherfuckers.

Both men get up at the same time, and Austin throws a punch that misses by a mile, but Shadows sells it for some reason! The little kid whose irresponsible parents let stand in the front row looks at the display and begins to cry. It was still real to him, dammit!

Shadows throws a kick that actually hits the barricade, and begins to hop on one foot whimpering in pain. Austin laughs, and cinches in a loose waistlock, before falling over himself trying to perform a German Suplex. Nonetheless, he makes it back to his feet before Shadows, and lays in a few weak stomps.

The crowd has gone completely sober for this match. It's killing their high. What is this?

Crowd: We want waffles! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Nevermind, the crowd is still very, very high. No need to fret, loyal fans! Waffles begin to rain down from the ceiling, majestically dropping syrup side down into peoples' laps and whatnot. Oh well, it's waffles, right?

Crowd: Thank you God! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Yeah, that solves that.

Waffles even fall into the laps of the two men in the match, who stop everything and eat the delicious freezer goods. Shadows finishes and rolls into the ring, and Austin follows until he trips and hits his head on the apron.

Crowd: Baked Potato! Baked Potato! Baked Potato!

Austin stands up, and rolls into the ring. He struggles, but manages to get Shadows in a headlock, and drops him in an actually decent DDT!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

He covers!

Ref: Kangaroo!

Potato!

Komodo Dragon!



Once more, we're transported to the office of Jessica Diaz. This time, she is sat in front of the monitor on the desk, Cuban cigar hanging out of her mouth. The door pounds and flies open as Peter Gilmour storms into the office, a look on his face that just announces that he's here to fuck shit up.

"Can I help you...?"

She looks up, recognizing who she's dealing with.

"Get out."

Peter cackles, slamming his fists down on the desk.

"You listen to me bitch, and you listen good. I'm going out there, and I'm going to fucking kill Andrew Morrison. If you try to stop me, I'll break your fucking neck! Do I make myself clear, or do I need to show you a demonstration?"

"Securi-"

"Dealt with."

Pacing around the office, he eyes up all the things that could be of value; a few pictures of the woman in the office and some woman Pete didn't recognize, the desk itself, or maybe that case of Cubans sitting on the floor next to her chair, there really were a lot of options.

"I'm no joke, Jessica. I would suggest you let me compete; things will end up very badly for you if you don't."

Placing his hands on the desk that separated them, he leans in close; attempting to get in her face.

"Just let him compete, Jessica."

It was that Administrator Network bitch again. Standing the doorway, leaning against one of its sides, the smug "I'm so much better than you" smile on her face the air of pretentiousness that radiated off of her made the air more difficult to breathe.

A puff of smoke left the woman behind the desk's mouth and flew into Gilmour's face, forcing him to recoil and wave the air around the room. Smirking, Jessica finally relented.

"You want this match so badly? You're up next. Don't die!"

A cold, eerie giggle escaped her mouth upon utterance of the last two words; Gilmour didn't seem to be too fazed by the comment however, and swaggers out of the office, the spring in his step renewed by the news.


Some few minutes into the song "Black List" by Prefuse 73, Black comes out from the stage and walks down to the ring boobing to the beat as he goes near the squared circle. He enter's the ring and the beats cuts off and sits on the top turnbuckles as he awaits for his opponents.

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, from New York! Weighing in at two hundred, thirty pounds! JOOOOOOOOHN BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"

The arena goes dark, when the lights come back on Morrison is at the top of the ramp with his head down, he then looks around and smirks before doing a slicing throat gesture and then walks down the ramp. he then enters the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle where he raises both arms and looks to the sky and screams.

Ring Announcer: "Coming out next, from Houston, Texas! Weighing in tonight, at two hundred, sixty three pounds! He is, 'THE STORM,' ANDREEEEEW MOOOOOOOOOOOORISON!"

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.

Ring Announcer: "Lastly, from Los Angeles, California by way of Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in tonight at two hundred, sixty five pounds! This is, PEEEEEEEEEEEEETER GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILMOUR!"

The countdown timer begins, starting at ten minutes, of course. All three men take a look at each other, hesitant to get this match underway. Black and Morrison both look at Peter and simultaneously attack, not wanting to get on the bad side of the woman who's running the show. Black already knew what that would entail.

They both kick Gilmour in the gut and hoist him up with a double team suplex. Upon impact, they both get right up and stand on opposite sides of the man, kicking him in the ribs. Black takes the opportunity and throws a few punches that land on Morrison's midsection, and lifts him up for another suplex. Morrison gets lifted a few inches off the ground, and lands feet first on the same spot he was standing, before lifting Black up and going a for suplex of his own! Black's legs drape across the top rope, before Morrison uses the momentum to drop him on top of Gilmour with a gourdbuster!


Morrison dusts off his hands, smirking at the two fallen men before resting against the ropes for a moment. Reaching down, he peels Black off the mat and lifts him up once again, hitting a fallaway slam that sends him across the ring and rolling under the bottom rope.

Looking down at Gilmour, he gets on top of him, and lands some mounted punches before he gets shoved off. Gilmour gets up to his feet, and ducks a lariat from Morrison before hitting the ropes himself and rocking the Storm with a Yakuza kick, knocking the slightly smaller man off his feet entirely. Approaching Morrison's fallen body, Gilmour snickers before dropping a huge elbow right across the man's chest!

Black rolls back into the ring, and charges across the ring to hit Gilmour with a big dropkick, falling back into a senton on Morrison. Peter falls into the ropes, his arms hooked around them. John gets back up, and hits the Shimmy Do Ya (superkick) on Gilmour, sending him over the ropes and standing on the apron, barely able to stand.

Morrison gets to his feet, and shoves Black into the ropes, knocking Peter off the apron. On the rebound, he catches Black and hits a sick German suplex, dropping him right on the neck!


Peeling Black once more off the mat, Morrison lifts him up in the air for another suplex, but stops. Holding him in the air for what feels like an eternity, he smirks to the crowd once more, nowhere near finished.

Gilmour is beginning to stir now, sifting under the ring for something. He tosses the apron covering back down in anger, he reveals that he came up with nothing and slides into the ring. Upon entrance, he hits Morrison, who's still holding up Black, mind you, with a chop block and sends them both to the ground.

Morrison gets to his feet before Black, shaking out the discomfort in his knee. Gilmour lifts him up and drops him with a Samoan drop, sending Morrison back to the mat.


Black does a kip up, and charges right at Gilmour with a series of rights and lefts, aimed at his head and body. He manages to back the bigger man into the corner and unloads with even more rights and lefts. Gilmour slumps into a seated position, so Black begins stomping a mudhole in that motherfucker. Morrison approaches the corner, and lifts GIlmour up along with Black. The two whip Peter into the opposite corner, before Morrison whips Black into the same corner with him.

Once both men are stuck in the same corner, Morrison charges in and hits a massive stinger splash on both men. They fall hard to the mat.


From ropes attached to the ceiling fall the helpings of Chicken Parmesan. Morrison rushes over to the nearest one of the seven and scarfs it down. Gilmour smells the parm and hopes to his feet! He is a house of fire now, barreling into Morrison and knocking the man down. Peter rips one of the ropes off the ceiling and shoves the entire piece of parm into his mouth. Swallowing it whole, he rushes after another one of the ropes.

Black looks on, as Gilmour eats three more.


"Oh~ Peter!"

Peter turns to face the ramp, to see that there's nobody there. Black and Morrison however, take the time to double team the man who just ate four helpings of chicken parm. Forearms to his back knock him to the mat, and the two go to work stomping him, not unlike the beginning of the match.

Once again, Black hits a kick to the midsection of Morrison, and hits an STO. He runs to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. He leaps, and hits a flying elbow onto Morrison, arching his body so he simultaneously hits a leg drop on Gilmour!

From the crowd, and sliding into the ring are Jonny Rebel and Vincent Altieri! They take the rope that Gilmour ripped off the ceiling and tie his hands to the top rope, in the process bringing him up to his knees. The two then pull out police batons and begin to relentlessly wail on him!

Black tries to reason with the men, but gets a shot to the face from an antsy Altieri while Rebel continues to pound on Gilmour. Vincent rolls Black out of the ring, then under it like he was hiding a body or something.

He tries to enter the ring, but someone grabs his leg!

That someone is...

Sincere Lee Wild?!

He kicks her off of him and gets back into the ring, but she closely follows, ready to save Gilmour's hide it seems. She ducks a wild swing from Rebel, and throws him into Vincent before trying to untie Gilmour...

When Cam Lang joins the fray and dropkicks her into the two men who she targeted! Gilmour is coughing up blood on the mat, and is black and blue from his beating, while Cam starts on Wild, he can't wait for their match already!

Rebel and Altieri look at the mess, nodding and smiling at their handiwork. They get out of the ring, and lean against the barricade, waiting to see if their services would be needed any further. Morrison rushes to untie Gilmour and goes for the pin!

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4...................................


JOHN BLACK! Breaking up the pin!

Morrison turns around to face Black, SHIMMY DO YA! (Superkick)

Instead of going for the pin, Black picks up the baton left in the ring. He sizes up Gilmour...

Black: I'll show you Rodney King, BITCH!

Black goes nuts! Pounding on Gilmour with the baton, no signs of letting up! Over and over and over the baton gets dropped on Gilmour's body. Black tosses the baton out of the ring and goes for the pin.

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2.............................


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4.5..................................................


KICKOUT! Holy shit, Gilmour's got a second wind!

Over in the crowd, we see Cam Lang hitting Sincere Lee Wild with a steel chair to stop her from running at him.

Back in the ring, we see Gilmour give Black the Death Strike! Gilmour turns around to face Morrison, and...

The Downburst!

He rolls Gilmour out of the ring and covers Black!

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2..............................................



3!

Morrison wins, he advances to round 2!



Jessica Diaz walks out to the ring as Cam Lang drags Sincere Lee Wild back from the crowd. He tosses her over the barricade and then steps over it himself, and walks into a punch to the gonads from Wild, that sends Lang falling backwards and landing on the still out of it body of Peter Gilmour that hasn't been removed yet.

He manages to roll on his back, and still clutching his netherregion, manages to get into the ring, closely followed by his opponent.

Lang collapses on the mat, and Sin takes the time to gear up for the Sincere Lee Yours (Superkick)

He starts to get up...

She advances...

She...

MISSES IT! LANG DUCKS AND ROLLS HER UP!

Jessica shakes her hands at the ref, who pounds the mat rapidly.

1-2-3!

She just screwed Wild out of the match!


From there, we cut to commercial (not really); really, it's XWF's own Mystica performing a musical number!

OOC: Now I miss Stevie Tyler even more.

Great job to everyone, it'll only get harder from here to judge, guise.

(09-07-2013, 03:05 PM)Jessie Diaz Said: OOC: Now I miss Stevie Tyler even more.

Great job to everyone, it'll only get harder from here to judge, guise.

With me against Nova, I'm feeling pretty confident!

imlying

Well well Jessie, it looks like your Peter Gilmour problem has been solved...(smirks)

OOC: Hell of a match, great job to Peter and John, I was literally on the edge of my seat reading our match, great job by yall and great job by everyone, cant wait to see Round 2

figures another fuckin screw job finish to my match.. but i feel this night is going to turn in my favor.. and if not... 9/11 warfare will be unlike the real 9/11 for the XWF.. trust me

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
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Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

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Achievements

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• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion