February 16, 2015
Mercedes-Benz Superdome
New Orleans, Louisiana

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This weeks Madness is not greeted by extensive pyrotechnic displays. No enthusiastic Joey Styles recapping current events and welcoming the Maniacs. It just a camera focused on Justin Roberts in the center of the ring.



JUSTIN ROBERTS: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the General Manager of Monday Night Madness.... Misterrr PAULLL HEYYYYMANNNN!”







The lights dim in the arena as Heyman makes his entrance. By himself. No Alliance. No cocky Heyman swagger. Just Paul carrying a large oversized Halliburton briefcase. He follows a trail of pink hearts to the ring.



JOEY STYLES: “We've been hearing rumors of a huge announcement, and I can't help but think, this is it!

“What the hell is in that case!? Is it a 24/7 briefcase!?

“What the hell is up with this music?”



Heyman enters the ring and trades Justin Roberts the microphone for the briefcase.



Thank you, Justin.

Ladies and gentlemen, you may have heard rumblings on social media, or the internet, or from other fans outside as you all entered tonight, that a major announcement was indeed set to take place right here tonight.

Maniacs, as you know, the Money Madness Series continues to get hot and heavy right here tonight on Madness. You know that there's a hundred thousand dollar purse and a guaranteed shot at the Universal Championship!



The fans pop loudly.



That's just not going to happen.



The fans quiet down and some boo. Most just start to converse in a moment of confusion.



The Money Madness Series is big! The biggest annual event that Madness will probably ever bring you and it's deserving of something huge as a pay off. To the winner, goes the spoils. The fifty thousand dollar top prize is pretty big in and of itself, but a shot at a title?

Really?

That's the best that I could come up with?

A simple title shot is really nothing special, I mean the guys and gals of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation get handed title shots these days like they're going out of style, which, by the way, they are.

Terribly, might I add.

So, I said to myself, “Steve..”

That's what I call myself when I'm thinking.

I said, “Steve, why give them something they can get on their own on any given day of the week?”

Why give away a shot at a title which, realistically speaking, the winner of the Money Madness Series, only has a fifty percent shot at winning, when I can just give away, an actual title!?



JOEY STYLES: “WHAT!?”



Heyman briefly hands the microphone to an XWF staffer as Justin Roberts hold the briefcase up horizontally. Heyman opens the case and pulls out a shining gold championship belt, clad in white leather.







JOEY STYLES: “That's the Hart Championship!”



If you haven't figured it out by now, my entrance was a giant Easter egg, so-to-speak.

What we have here, is the exclusive championship, from here on out, belonging to Monday Night Madness!

See, years ago, this championship was brought in out of respect and admiration for one of the most beloved spirits in our sport. One of the biggest jokesters and just loved all around by the fans, the boys in the back, everyone. His life touched the lives of those he met and it made them better people just by knowing him.

Of course, I'm speaking of... Owen Hart.



The Maniacs pop louder than ever, and break out into a chant of OWEN! OWEN! OWEN! Heyman himself even raises his arms up and down, urging the Maniacs to chant louder.



It was used to memorialize and honor him.

This isn't the old XWF anymore.

It's a new day and a new era and while it still carries the history and memory of Owen Hart, it also represents so much more.

In my own view, this championship represents exactly what it takes to do what these men and women do every week.

It takes Heart to do what they do.

It's a symbol of excellence in this ring. It's a symbol of the great lineage left behind by the Hart Family. Not only through their undying love for this business, but for what they've given back to it.

Through the halls and out of the Dungeon of Hart House...

Hart House appears on the X-Tron.

...is the place where legends were made! World champions and hall of famers were groomed to be the absolute best there is, was and ever will be!

Men like this titles namesake, the “King of Harts” himself, Owen Hart!

Owen Hart

Names like Bret “the Hitman” Hart!

Bret “the Hit Man” Hart

The Hulk Hogan of his time, the legendary, Superstar Billy Graham!

“Superstar” Billy Graham

Men like Greg “The Hammer” Valentine!

Geg “The Hammer” Valentine

”The British Bulldog” Davey Boy Smith!

“British Bulldog” Davey Boy Smith

A damn good friend of mine and one I miss so much, the ticking time bomb himself, a man that should be a god damn hall of famer, “The Loose Cannon” Brian fuckin' Pillman!

“The Loose Cannon” Brian Pillman

The Maniacs start to chant PILLMAN! PILLMAN! PILLMAN!



Chris Jericho!

Edge!

Christian!

So many others!

A literal who's who of professional wrestling and the everlasting legacy that the Hart Family leaves behind! It is a legacy of greatness, and that is the legacy that is carried on by the Xtreme Wrestling Federation and it's Hart Championship!

As I said in the beginning, to the winner, goes the spoils. Fifty thousand dollars and the very first of a new era in long line of XWF Hart Champions!

To win it, takes great courage.

To win it, takes great skill.

Great stamina.

To win it, takes a lot of heart.

The winner of the Money Madness Series will win this historic championship! With that victory comes a great responsibility to live up to the legacy left behind by the Hart's. Fighting champions need only apply. Only the best of the best will reign supreme on Madness!



JOEY STYLES: “Paul Heyman, ladies and gentlemen! It's huge news indeed!”



The house lights dim once again as Heyman lays the new era XWF Hart Championship in the center of the ring. A single spotlight shines on the title as the Hart Foundation music cues up and the Maniacs break into a chant of THANK YOU OWEN clap clap clapclapclap







Madness fades to commercial.

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Lucius Fyre - vs - CorVus -One Fall- -X-treme Rules-

Justin Roberts: "The following is an X-Treme Rules match, set for one fall!"

"Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue plays.

Justin Roberts: "Introducing first, from The Crossroads, wherever those are. Weighing in tonight at 200 pounds, Lucius Fyre!"

"Come Join the Murder" by The White Buffalo and the Forest Rangers plays.

Justin Roberts: "And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds! CORVUS!"

Ding ding ding!

CorVus steps towards the center of the ring and offers his hand to Lucius Fyre! What an odd display of sportsmanship in the early goings here. Fyre doesn't know what to make of it, but nevertheless he steps forward and tentatively reaches out to grab CorVus' hand.

ZAP! CorVus jams his trusty Taser into Fyre's ribs! Fyre spasms uncontrollably before dropping to the mat. CorVus shakes his head and returns the Taser to where it came and measures the fallen, unmoving Fyre. He delivers a series of stomps to the same spot that he tased! Fyre grits his teeth and tries to drag himself away. CorVus doesn't even let him get an inch before he grabs onto Fyre's boot and drags him back to where he was laying, before delivering a sick stomp to the back of Fyre's head that lays him out flat. CorVus grabs Fyre by the hair and forces him up to his feet. Fyre wobbles around on weak knees and CorVus shoves him into a corner before backing off.

Fyre tries to use that time to catch his breath and regroup but before he can even think to do anything, CorVus comes crashing back with a huge Shadows Fall (Stinger Splash)! Fyre's head whips back and he falls to a seated position in the corner.

CORVUS: ". . ."

CorVus reaches down and yanks Fyre out of the corner. Then, he spins Fyre around and snakes his bent arm over Fyre's throat. The Nightmare (Inverted DDT)! He drives Fyre down with authority!

But wait! He lifts Fyre back up to his feet in the same position!

A second Nightmare!

He lifts him up again but then spins him around so they're facing each other. He sets Fyre up once more...

Out of the Darkness (Swinging Reverse STO)!

Fyre looks out of it but CorVus doesn't look done! He doesn't miss a beat as he traps Fyre's arm. Into the Light (Arm Trap Crossface)! He's got the hold cinched in tight! Fyre's eyes are wide, they look like they're going to explode!

Fyre taps!

But CorVus keeps the hold still locked in place! If anything, he's pulling back harder now that Fyre's surrendered! The ref gets involved and breaks up the hold himself before angrily raising CorVus' hand in the air.

Justin Roberts: "And your winner, CorVus!"

CorVus slicks back his greasy, wet hair, after that huge match with Lucius Fyre! As soon as CorVus is about to leave, all of a sudden...

It's the Asylum! Where could they be?!

CorVus seems to realize they could be attacking from anywhere. CorVus starts scanning the crowds, wanting to see if they could be planning an attack from there...

A HAND PLUNGES OUT FROM UNDER THE RING! The hand... it belongs to-- Aaron Underwood?! We haven't seen him for weeks! But it seems as though he's ready to take out CorVus right now!

Right on cue, CorVus turns around... only to meet Underwood! They're brawling now! Underwood with a right! CorVus with a left!

Underwood ducks under one of CorVus' shots and now he has the upper hand. Underwood is laying waste to CorVus now with those right hands...

And CorVus shows no respect to Underwood, and shoves him backwards right into the ropes.

Underwood's face turns to a shade of pink in a fit of rage! Underwood shows no more respect than CorVus, throwing a kick right to where the sun doesn't shine!

CorVus crumples, cradling his balls. He's pulling on Underwood's tights to pull himself up.

Underwood pushes CorVus back... Turning Point (Shining Wizard)! Underwood sprinting forward towards the Defiance member and lays him out with that Turning Point!

Underwood calls for a mic, and goes forward to the laid- out CorVus.

"Well, well, well, CorVus. Not so super, after all, eh? What happened to all that bluster, all that bravado that you showed when you started going after us? Did that die in a bottomless pit like your voice? Anyway, I can't help but draw attention to that little 'list' of yours. You see, on there, I see that right under Lucius Fyre's name... is me. Well, here I am. I'm offering myself to you... along with a challenge. February 23rd Madness. Street Fight. No Asylum interference. No Defiance interference."

Underwood drops the mic right onto CorVus and hops over the barricade, as Madness fades to commercial

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Paul Heyman is shown backstage with the Hart Title on his desk. As he’s pondering, a loud knock is heard! It’s Benjamin Fielder who pushed open the door.

Hey you can’t just can’t come in here like that! Who do you think you are?

Benjamin Fieldler.

Blank stares from Heyman.

I’m GM MacClay’s assistant.

Ohhh yes that’s right. Bill, right?

Ben actually, but yes one of your boys was actually hurt right outside of the arena!

WHAT?! Who?!

Xavier Swann!

Heyman grabs his coat, throws it on, and heads out of his office. He follows Fielder out to where Fieldler says he is. Fieldler points out into the parking garage. Heyman looks hesitant, but takes a step out.



SWOOOOOOOOP!

A huge net swoops in and lifts up Paul Heyman and lifts him into the air in the garage!

AHHH!

Welcome to Payback and it Being a Bitch, Paul Heyman. Remember when you sent me to the bathroom as an office? Yeah that wasn’t hip, bitch. So you can hang out and watch the show tonight from up there. But don’t worry! I will let you down before our big match. Well…. Ben will let you down anyways. Enjoy your night!

MacClay!!! I’m going to get you!

Oh, I’m not worried about it. See ya!

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Mastermind is in the ring, ready and willing as always, but Maverick has yet to set foot out of the back area… is the Avatar of Perfection simply running late or is he intimidated by the fierce competition of the Master of Minds?

The referee looks poised to go ahead and award the match as a forfeit to Mastermind…

Wait, here comes Maverick! He’s just sauntering to the ring at his own pace, making everyone wait for him!

Mastermind isn’t having any of that, though… he rolls out of the ring and rushes up the aisle, meeting Maverick halfway and catching him off guard with furious rights and lefts!

The ref calls for the bell! The first fall being a street fight, he sees no reason not to start it outside the ring!

3 Stages of Hell Mastermind - vs - Maverick -1st Fall: Street Fight- -2nd Fall: Tables Match- -3rd Fall: Submission Match-

Mastermind grabs Maverick and flings him to the edge of the ramp! He almost flew right off! Maverick barely catches himself before falling, and turns around just in time to catch a kick to the midsection from Mastermind!

Mastermind is fired up!

He lifts Maverick into position… and drops him with a brainbuster right on the metal ramp! He goes for a quick pin, here comes the referee still trying to catch up to them!


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2….




No, Maverick kicks out!

Mastermind doesn’t let up, though, he pulls Maverick by the head and tosses him down the ramp towards the ring… Mastermind follows him, then reaches down to grab him as Maverick tries to scurry under the ring!

Is Maverick running away?

NO! Maverick pops back out from under the ring just as Mastermind grabs him again and he has a fire extinguisher in his hands!

Maverick empties the fire extinguisher onto the face of Mastermind like it was the middle of a bukkake party! Mastermind is blinded!

Oh my! Maverick stands and cracks the fire extinguisher over the skull of Mastermind! He drops like an AIDS patient’s body weight!

Maverick is grabbing all sorts of random garbage from under and around the ring now… chairs, trash cans, those weird kendo sticks that wrestling companies always seem to keep under the ring for some reason… oh, there’s a stop sign, too! And a yield sign! Even an uneven pavement sign!

Maverick piles the detritus onto the body of Mastermind, then finally flops on top of the pile, also elevating his feet to the apron in order to get the maximum amount of leverage!


1….



2…



3!!!


Maverick takes the first fall, taking advantage of his environment and the stipulations! Maverick immediately hops off of Mastermind, who digs himself out of the pile of flotsam and jetsam easily enough, and runs to grab a table from ringside!

Maverick slides the table into the ring and stands it up against a corner… he smirks and turns around, doing that odd pose that looks like he’s releasing a flock of doves into the air…

AND MASTERMIND SPEARS HIM RIGT THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!

My god! My god, Maverick might be split in two! Mastermind has evened this match up one fall each!

This has got to be the quickest two out of three falls match ever!

Maverick is pulled to his feet by Mastermind, and Mastermind shoves him into a corner… he follows him in and rocks him with a short clothesline! Maverick bounces to a sitting position… where is Mastermind going?

Mastermind walks to the center of the ring, then turns and rushes back in, flying at Maverick’s face with a low dropkick!

Maverick moved!

Mastermind’s legs went through the ropes, and he crotched himself on the ring post! Maverick slides out and grabs Mastermind’s legs… he’s got him in a corner post figure four leg lock! Devastating!

Mastermind is wailing in pain… is he going to tap out and give us another quick fall?

No! Mastermind uses incredible strength to drive Mavericks legs against the post!

Maverick breaks the hold and collapses outside the ring… he may have a serious knee injury!

Mastermind limps to the ropes… he exits the ring and grabs Maverick, lifting him up and folding his leg under… shinbreaker!

Maverick yelps in pain and hops away from Mastermind, but the former two-time X-Treme Champion is relentless!

Mastermind rushes behind Maverick and takes his legs out with a chop block! Maverick’s head bounces off of the concrete floor, and Mastermind quickly grabs him and whips him into the ring steps!

Mastermind is brutalizing Maverick right now!

Maverick, trying to get away, rolls into the ring… Mastermind is right behind him! Mastermind ducks under a lazy clothesline attempt and gets behind Maverick…. MIND SLEEPER! MIND SLEEPER!

Mastermind has it locked in! Maverick is fading… wait… Maverick rushes backward and crushes Mastermind into the turnbuckles, freeing himself from the hold!

Maverick looks about to collapse, and Mastermind staggers back out of the corner… HOLY SHIT! FALCON ARROW!!! Maverick scooped Mastermind up and nailed the Age of Perfection from out of nowhere!

Both men are down on their backs, and Maverick tries to toss an arm over the chest of Mastermind for the pin…


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But there’s no pins! Maverick has to win by submission!

Maverick groans and stumbles to his feet, walking to Mastermind’s legs and pulling them up… he’s almost go him over… he rolls Mastermind onto his belly! Maverick’s got the Pure Perfection Lion Tamer locked on!

Mastermind is in intense pain… is he going to tap?

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Hold on…





Mastermind has Maverick’s ankle!



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Mastermind pulls back on Maverick’s injured leg! Maverick falls forward and breaks the hold!

Mastermind still has Maverick’s leg… he’s up! He’s reversed the hold into a crab of his own!


The Mind Controller is fully locked in!

Maverick is screaming in pain! Can he get to the ropes???



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No! Mastermind pulls him back to the center of the ring and settles down, sinking the hold even deeper onto Maverick!


Maverick taps! Maverick taps out to the Mind Controller!!!


This one’s all over!!!!!

Justin Roberts: "The winner of this match is..... MASTERRRRRRRMINDDDDD!"

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Joey Styles: “We just saw a fantastic match-up between Maverick and Mastermind but… oh wait! Our general manager Kirk MacClay is on his way out here!”

Kirk MacClay gets into the ring with his assistant Benjamin Fieldler. He looks a little disheveled and a little perturbed. Benjamin grabs a microphone and gives it to Kirk. Kirk’s not even in his normal ‘bitch out Benjamin for being slow’ mood. He just sighs and pulls the mic up to his mouth.

Well you saw it last week. You saw what that turncoat did. No one makes a fool out of The Underground. No one leaves me like a 2-day old pudding. Let me ask you something Mr. Swann. Sure you might have a title shot in just a little bit, but what did you have to give up to get it? I wanted to give you a normal 1 on 1 shot for the belt at the next PPV where you could truly shine. But you chose to go the Heyman route where you were stuck in a FATAL-5-WAY. Sounds like a great choice, amigo. Hell, we only chose you on the team because 5 looked like a better number than 4. That’s probably the only reason Heyman put you in a 3 on 1 on 1 situation for a title match. But I suppose you could prove me wrong by winning in this next match.

But we all know that’s not happening.

Anyways, let’s move on to the next piece of shit I need to clean up. Paul Heyman. Remember me, Paul? I know you’re hanging around somewhere out there. Hahaha!

Benjamin and Kirk laugh.

You see Heyman, you may have taken one of my teammates, but I’m increasing my numbers. I’m a forgiving man. Despite the disagreements we have had in the past, I’m willing to look past that in order to bring this person back to our lives and back to the XWF. Scully get ready… because the newest member of The Underground is….





FRODO SMACKINS!

Frodo comes out banging his head and walking briskly. He climbs into the ring.

You see Frodo here….

Vinnie Lane comes running down the aisle. He slides in and is talking furiously with MacClay.

Yes, yes. I know he was on Team Tigris and that he also was… well sort of a member of Heyman’s Alliance as well. But we need to build you guys up as a team. So here’s what I want you both to do. Sign up for the Tag Team Tournament. Next week when you fight, I want to see the absolute best. You two as a tag team will be phenomenal! Now let-

Ozymandias is walking out onto the stage.

Whoa! Hold your horses there! Frodo had an agreement with the other General Managers in which they said that Sane could control his matches until he won two in a row. So we’ll allow him to enter the tag team tournament, but Sane can pick any stipulations in it.

Fine, Ozy! What if we decide to just ignore that?

Well... then all of your faction shall be denied title shots by Shane himself!

Kirk looks irate, but inevitably nods signifying he agreed. Frodo and Lane are nose to nose already arguing some big thing.

The song before going to commercials begins playing as it fades out.

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Joey Styles: We come back with Ghost Tank, Herod, and Xavier Swann already in the ring.

"Come Little Children" plays

Justin Roberts: "The following is a five-man match for the XWF Identity Championship! Introducing first, the champion from Everywhere and Nowhere At The Same Time... weighing in at 210 lbs... HYSTERIA!"

Deep smoke fills the arena floor. The lights flash between red and black on the fog. Hysteria's back is shown as he ascends through the stage upwards. The music starts. Hysteria turns around and begins walking down to the ring. He gets to the ropes and slowly enters through them.

"Prologue" by William Control plays

Justin Roberts: "Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 260 lbs... PEST!"

XWF Identity Championship Hysteria © - vs - Pest - vs - Ghost Tank - vs - Herod - vs - Xavier Swann -Fatal 5 Way- -One Fall-

JOEY STYLES: The bell has sounded, and the match is underway!

Hysteria, Ghost Tank and Herod all go straight after Pest, without hesitation! All three men start beating down upon Pest, sending him into the turnbuckle corner, they continue to stomp him into the corner, whilst Xavier Swann isn’t get involved at all! Simply standing at the other side of the ring, a wide grin on his face. Ghost Tank is moving out of the corner, and Hysteria is grabbing Pest by the arm… Hysteria is whipping Pest right to Ghost Tank… WHAM! A massive lariat sending Pest flying back down to the mat. Meanwhile, Swann has rolled out of the ring, allowing The Asylum to beat-down on Pest! Swann has a large grin on his face, as Hysteria and Herod continue to stomp Pest into the ground! But Ghost Tank isn’t getting involved, instead looking over to Swann, and rolling out of the ring to follow after him… Swann isn’t smiling anymore! He’s going right under the ring… and he’s pulled out a barbed wire bat! Tank doesn’t stop coming after him!

Tank is caught right in the mid-section by the barbed wire bat! Swann just dropped him, Swann has a huge smirk on his face…

CRACK!

Herod with a flying knee to the jaw of Swann, where’d he come from? Herod is now hammering away at Swann, hitting him with fist after fist, he has Swann up and now he’s… SLAMMED him right into the barricade! The barricade nearly broke apart off of that impact! Tank is back up to his feet, he’s climbing up onto the apron... MOONSAULT OFF THE APRON! His body slamming right into Swann! Driving Swann back into the barricade!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Hysteria still has a clear advantage over Pest, nailing him with shot after shot… now he’s got Pest high up into the air… ELECTRIC CHAIR! Hysteria sliding over Pest, looking for the pinfall victory!

ONE!

TW-NO! Pest isn’t going down that easily.

Hysteria is now continuing to hammer away at Pest, meanwhile at ringside, Swann still hasn’t put up any resistance, Tank now has a steel-chair in hand, whilst Herod is holding Swann up from behind… Tank is swinging the chair!

Swann moved out of the way! Tank just nailed Herod across the face with the steel-chair, busting Herod wide open! And now Swann…
SPINNING HEEL KICK! Swann knocked the chair right into Tank’s forehead, cutting Tank open as well! Both Herod and Ghost Tank are bleeding profusely from the forehead! Swann is sliding back into the ring… and he’s scooped up instantly by Hysteria!

Swinging Neck-Breaker! He cracked Swann right off the ring floor! Hysteria is now in complete control, he’s laughing crazily, as both Pest and Swann are laid out under him! He’s backing up into the corner… waiting for either man to slowly get up to his feet… Pest is still down, but Swann is beginning to stir, Swann is up to his feet, but he’s still doubled-over slightly, Hysteria slides his finger over his own throat, then starts running to Swann, swinging out the knee…!

THE RAMIFI-NO! Swann swiftly moved to the side, and now he’s got Hysteria from behind, hooking him up… RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! Swann going for the cover!

ONE!

TW-NO! Broken up quickly by Pest!

Pest now has Swann, bringing him up to his feet, a quick European-Uppercut from Pest, but Swann isn’t backing down, returning a punch with equal force, another European-Uppercut from Pest, Swann with another punch! Both men are going blow-for-blow in the middle of the ring!

JOEY STYLES: TANK WITH A SPEAR TO BOTH MEN!

Tank had made his way into the ring with neither man noticing! He just snapped them both in half! Tank doesn’t hesitate, going for the pin on the man closest to him, he’s pinning Xavier Swann, for the win!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Swann powered out of it!

Tank is looking surprised, he’s now looking over hesitantly to Hysteria, hoping that the Prophet hadn’t seen his pin attempt, Hysteria didn’t notice it! Tank smirked, and locked down onto Swann, Tank noticed Herod coming back into the ring. Tank signalled Herod, and Herod went to work, ripping apart the announce table! Tank tossed Swann out of the ring, and Herod grabbed him! Positioning him right over the now bare announce table, Herod looked up to the top turnbuckle, and quickly made his way over there, climbing up to the top-rope without hesitation! He’s leaping off!

JOEY STYLES: FROG SPLASH FROM HEROD TO SWANN! BOTH MEN GO CRASHING THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

Both men are left lying in the wreckage, but back in the ring, Hysteria and Tank are going to work on Pest!

A punch from Hysteria, Pest is sent staggering backward… and then… Belly-To-Belly Suplex from Tank! Hysteria is already pulling Pest back to his feet, Hysteria tosses Pest back over to Tank… Tank is lifting him up in the form of a suplex, he’s holding him up in the air… and now he’s dropping him to the canvas! Cracking Pest’s back right off the ring floor with incredible impact! Hysteria pushes Tank out of the way, and goes for the cover on Pest.

ONE!

TWO!

JOEY STYLES: A shoulder is thrown up by Pest! He still has fight left in him

Tank isn’t looking to happy about being shoved aside, but he’s continuing to go to work on Pest… he’s setting up for a German Suplex, but Pest is able to send an elbow to the throat of Tank! Tank is sent staggering back, as Hysteria is running up to Pest…

He’s caught by a DIAMOND CUTTER! Pest isn’t going for the cover! He’s setting up Tank…

ANOTHER DIAMOND CUTT- NO! Tank held onto Pest as he went for the Diamond Cutter, and dropped into a back-suplex! The power behind the move caused the ring to shake, now Tank was getting ready, sizing Pest up… SPINE-BUSTER! Everybody apart of the match is looking tired now, Swann and Herod are still lying in the wreckage of the announce table, although they’re both beginning to stir, Hysteria is dragging himself to the turnbuckle corner, breathing heavily… Tank now has Pest once more…! Dropkick from Tank! The big man soared into the air! Now he’s going for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-! Broken up by Hysteria!

JOEY STYLES: Uh-Oh, this isn’t looking good!

Tank is up to his feet, and Hysteria is screaming at him loudly! A shove from Hysteria, and he’s shoved back by Tank! Both men are standing right in the centre of the ring, Pest has rolled out of the ring, trying to catch his breath...

SMACK!

Hysteria has just slapped Tank across the face! The crowd is in complete shock, as everything is silent for a moment…

Ghost Tank is pissed! He is grabbing Hysteria… lifting him up into the air, Tank is completely manhandling Hysteria! BODY-SLAM FROM TANK TO HYSTERIA! Tank doesn’t stop there, he’s already got Hysteria back up to his feet, and now… he’s setting up for his patented “Tank Tracks!”

ONE POWERBOMB TO HYSTERIA…

A SECOND POWERBOMB TO HYSTERIA…

He’s lifting him up for the third and final power-bomb…

SWANN SONG!

Xavier Swann came out of no-where with the devastating Disaster Kick! Hysteria is dropped by Tank... Swann has left Ghost Tank on dream-street! Tank is down on the mat! Swann is sliding over him for the cover! Swann has the match won! He’s going to win the championship!

ONE!

TWO!




























THR- NO! Broken up by Herod! He got their just in time! Now Herod had Swann by the hair, he’s setting up now, locking Swann up.

JOEY STYLES: He calls this one Hush, Little Baby!

REVERSE STO! That move has Swann sprawled out on the canvas! Herod for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO! Pest came in with the save!

Now Pest has Herod up to his feet… DIAMOND CUTTER!

Pest is on the ground! Can he capitalize?! He's lying down on the ring floor, right next to Herod.. all he has to do is reach over and pin him! He's stirring... can he get there?

NO!

DIVING-HEADBUT BY HYSTERIA! That move took a lot out of Hysteria!

Everyone is sprawled out in the ring! This is utter chaos! The entire arena is in pandemonium

Tank has had enough! He slides out of the ring, grabs his 12/7 briefcase and heads towards the ramp as the ref and Hysteria look on in confusion.





Ghetto Superstar by Pras hits and the fans go crazy!



Here comes John Samuels!



Samuels steps out onto the stage, twirling a small metallic device in his right hand as he holds a microphone up to his mouth with his other.

"Hey dipshit, you didn't think I'd just let you steal my shit and get away with it? I always, always have a plan B."

Tank looks down at the case, puzzled, and back up to Samuels just in time to see him press a button on the device in his hands....



BOOM!


The briefcase explodes in Tank's hands! The force of the explosion sends Tank into the air and back into the ring! Tank lays motionless in the ring as the charred remnants of the briefcase rain down over him.

Pest gets up and crawls over and throws an arm around Tank.

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THRE-NO! Hysteria pulls Pest's foot away.

Hysteria and Pest begin exchanging blows! Swann and Herod run in but Pest punches out Herod and Hysteria punches out Swann! Hysteria throws Pest off the ropes, but Pest reverses it with an RKO out of nowhere! He goes for the pinfall!

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2... NO! Hysteria kicks out!


Herod just threw Swann into the ring post. He slides back in. Tank is beginning to stir once more. Pest realizes he's surrounded. He begins throwing haymakers and kicks in every direction! A right hook to Tank! A kick to Hysteria! An uppercut to Herod! Pest has this in control! Tank sneaks up behind him and....



LOW BLOW!



Pest doubles over, but there's nothing the referee can do to stop this. No disqualification! Pest and Herod hold him in place on his knees. Hysteria rushes over to the corner. He pulls a finger across his neck. His opponent staggers to their feet. Hysteria pushes off the ropes and runs forward hitting a knee to the temple of Pest! Pest is out cold. That just leaves The Asylum left standing! Tank looks like he's ready to fight Hysteria some more. They stand with Herod and Tank against Hysteria.

Wait... Hysteria sticks his two index fingers out and pokes both men! They fall out! Hysteria places a hand on both men!


Joey Styles: "HE CAN'T DO THIS!!!"
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THREE!

Justin Roberts: "The winner and STILL Identity Champion..... HYSTERIA!"

Joey Styles: "Evidently they can do this."

Hysteria raises the belt above his head as his two brethren leave with him.

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JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back, Maniacs! It's been a wild night and only getting even more wild! Coming up next, the Underground and the Heyman Alliance Collide! Both Heyman and MacClay will be here for their clients' match!

“That happens right now!”



JUSTIN ROBERTS: “The following contest, is a tag team match set for one fall!”

”Get Back” by Ludacris plays.

JUSTIN ROBERTS: “Introducing first!

“Being accompanied to the ring by Kirk MacClay, with a total combined weight of 4 hundred 9 pounds. VINNIE LAAANE, JOHNATHAN HEARTSFORRRD.

“THE UNDERRRGROOUUUNNND!”



JOEY STYLES: “Team MacClay looks to be ready tonight!”



JUSTIN ROBERTS: “Their opponents...”

Paul Heymans Theme plays.

JUSTIN ROBERTS: “Being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman. With a total combined weight of 3 hundred 43 pounds. KENDALL SAWYERRRR, AUSTIN FERNANDOOOOO.

“THE HEYMAAAN ALLIANNNNNCE!”

The Underground - vs - The Alliance The Underground: Vinnie Lane & Johnathan Heartsford - vs - The Heyman Alliance: Kendall Sawyer & Austin Fernando -One Fall-

The bell rings and both managers are giving some final advice to their respective clients. The referee urges both men to vacate the ring. Heyman exits first, waiting on the apron for MacClay to exit. As he does so, both men drop to the arena floor.



JOEY STYLES: “It looks like The Aerial Knight will start things off here for the Underground and Kendall Sawyer for the Alliance!”



The two circle each other and then lock it up in the center of the ring. Heartsford wastes no time as he forces her back into the corner, quickly and easily. The referee asks for a clean break and his request is honored as the two separate.

Knight backs off just a step and Sawyer nails him in the face with an open hand slap. It stuns him instantly and Sawyer charges at him and delivers a spear, taking Knight to the ground. She then proceeds to ground and pound Heartsford as the referee starts his DQ count on Sawyer for her closed fist punches.

Sawyer lets off though and quickly tags out to Austin Fernando. Austin enters and immediately runs toward the ropes as Heartsford gets to his feet. On the rebound, Fernando jumps into the air and delivers a knee right under the chin of the Knight, dropping him instantly.

Isolate him! Keep him in the match, Fernando! Quick tags, people!

Austin lifts Knight to his feet and tosses him into the Alliance corner. Sawyer grabs a couple of fists full of hair, keeping Knight in the corner. The referee starts his DQ count for the double team as Vinnie Lane decides enough is enough.

Lane enters the ring and is quickly stopped by the referee, allowing Sawyer and Fernando to continue double teaming Heartsford. Fernando delivers a trio of uppercuts as Sawyer climbs the ropes. Knight staggers from the corner and is brought down with a discus clothesline. Sawyer leaps off the top rope and lands a flying elbow drop and hooks the leg of Johnathan Heartsford as Austin Fernando escapes the ring.

Lane is back out on the apron as the referee returns to the match and notices the pin.


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JOEY STYLES: “Lane starts to enter, but Knight kicks out in time anyway!”



Sawyer gets to her feet and lifts Heartsford to his. She tosses him into one of the neutral corners, but instead of hurting the Knight, it helps him. He leaps to the middle rope, then the top, and leaps off with a moonsault before Sawyer can even react! They crash to the mat with Knight covering Sawyer!



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JOEY STYLES: “And the save by Fernando!”



Fernando breaks up the count and the referee is all over him like flies on shit. Lane takes advantage of the situation by entering the ring and dragging Knight to the Undergrounds corner. Fernando exits the ring as Lane steps out and tags into Knight.

They didn't tag, ref!

The referee immediately stops Lane and forces him back out of the ring. Amid the distraction, Fernando re-enters and rolls Sawyer out of the ring. He then drags Knight away from his corner just as he's about to make the tag.

Fernando then lifts Knight to his feet and whips him off the ropes. On the rebound, Fernando attempts a Samoan drop, but Knight counters and delivers a float over DDT, driving Fernando head first into the mat and creating a little separation for the first time in this match!

Both men are down as Knight starts to crawl toward Vinnie Lane!



JOEY STYLES: “Johnathan Heartsford! Inching his way toward Loverboy!”



SLAP!



JOEY STYLES: “The tag is made! Here comes Vinnie Lane!”



Lane enters and immediately knocks Sawyer off the apron. Fernando starts to get back to his feet...



JOEY STYLES: “Rocker Dropper from Lane to Fernando!”



Lane quickly goes for the cover.



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JOEY STYLES: “Fernando kicks out!”



Lane gets back to his feet. He lifts Fernando to his and tosses him to the ropes, on the rebound, Lane lifts, spins, and plants Austin into the mat with a spine buster which he immediately turns into a pin.



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JOEY STYLES: “Fernando kicks out here, keeping the Alliance's hopes alive!”



Vinnie goes toward the corner and hops up to the middle rope. He sits on the top turnbuckle as he awaits Austin Fernando getting to his feet. Austin makes it to all fours when Lane leaps off the middle rope and delivers a leg drop, crushing Austin's face into the mat!

Vinnie then stands in wait as Austin slowly gets back to his feet.



JOEY STYLES: “Super kick from Lane!”



Austin catches Vinnie's leg! He spins Lane around and goes for a lariat, only for Lane to duck it!



SNAP!



JOEY STYLES: “He got all of it that time! Fernando is down!”



Lane runs toward the ropes and springboards from the middle with a Lionsault!



JOEY STYLES: “Fernando got his knees up just in time! Lane is in a lot of pain here!”



Lane tags out quickly to Knight and Heartsford enters the match.



SLAP!



JOEY STYLES: “Now Fernando tags Sawyer!”



Sawyer enters the ring and goes right after Knight. Knight counters her advance by hip tossing her to the mat. Sawyer pops back up quickly but is taken right back down with a dropkick. Both Sawyer and Knight get to their feet. She grabs a handful of Knights hair and takes him to the mat with a headlock take down.

Knight kips up and out of the headlock, then kicks Sawyer in the back of the head. Sawyer falls to the mat, but starts to get back up.



JOEY STYLES: “The Knighting!”



Knight lands an enziguiri on Sawyer and quickly hooks the leg!



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JOEY STYLES: “Fernando with the save!”



Fernando charges toward the corner and delivers a back elbow into the face of an unsuspecting Vinnie Lane! Lane falls to the floor as Fernando retreats back to his corner at the referee's request. Heartsford starts to get back to his feet as he shakes off the kick to the back of the head.

Once he reaches his feet, he heads to the top rope. He leaps into the air for the shooting star press!



JOEY STYLES: “End of the Road! Fernando came out of nowhere!”



Fernando hits the modified cutter on Knight and then proceeds to drag Sawyer on top of Knight. Fernando quickly retreats to his corner as the referee yells a little then goes for the count.



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JOEY STYLES: “MacCLAY! He just put Knights foot on the rope! The count is stopped!”



Heyman runs... sort of... around the ring and sucker punches MacClay, sending him to the arena floor. The referee starts to yell at Heyman, ordering him back to his corner. Heyman retreats initially, before deciding to roll himself into the ring.

The referee yells for Heyman to get the hell out of the ring but Heyman refuses, then points behind the ref. The official turns around just in time to receive a jaw breaker from Austin Fernando!



JOEY STYLES: “The referee is out cold and the Heyman Alliance is poised for victory!”



Fernando then pulls Knight toward the center of the ring, then pulls Sawyer back on top of him again! Heyman removes his coat and his shirt revealing referee stripes!


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JOEY STYLES: “HEARTSFORD KICKS OUT! MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!”



FINISH HIM!



Austin lifts Knight to his feet, then proceeds to deliver hard kicks to both knees, dropping Knight to his knees. Fernando then delivers two kicks to Knights chest, before backing up and delivering a hard kick under Knights jaw!



JOEY STYLES: “FATAL FINALE!”



Heartsford is out cold! Fernando covers Knight himself and Heyman goes for the count!



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JOEY STYLES: “MacClay! He just delivered a flying elbow drop to Heymans back!”



Heyman rolls out of the ring and Fernando gets back to his feet. He grabs MacClay by his shirt and knees him in the midsection. Then lifts him up for the End of the Road!



CRACK!



JOEY STYLES: “Vinnie Lane with a chair to Fernando's back!”



Fernando drops MacClay without injury and turns to face Vinnie Lane. Lane cracks him over the head with the chair and Fernando falls to the mat, out cold.

Now Sawyer is getting to her feet.



JOEY STYLES: “Black Label Driver!”



Lane hits the vertebreaker on Kendall Sawyer and hooks the leg. MacClay looks around for the referee, but then rips off his own shirt, revealing referee stripes of his own!



JOEY STYLES: “Suddenly, everybody is a referee!”



MacClay goes for the count!



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3!!!



JOEY STYLES: “This one is over! It's in the books!”



JUSTIN ROBERTS: “The winners of this match...

“THE UNDERRGROUUUND!”



JOEY STYLES: “Heyman is back in the ring! I don't think this is over! Heyman and MacClay are nose to nose!

“All of the match participants are getting back to their feet!

“Here come the troops! Gunn and Swann have hit the ring!”







JOEY STYLES: “I knew TJ Wallace was going to enter the scene sooner or later!”



TJ walks slowly down the ramp, eyeing the Heyman Alliance, as he finally rolls in the center of the ring. Fernando, Gunn, Sawyer, and Swann on one side, Wallace, Lane, and Knight on the other. TJ is face to face, nose to nose with Tommy Gunn.



TJ, think before you act. Think about this. Think about your situation. You’re the odd man out. Just like Swann was. You’re talented, but you’ve been taking a back seat to Lane and Heartsford the entire time.

Oh that’s a load of bullshit. Don’t listen to this fucker, TJ.



JOEY STYLES: “TJ just snatched the mic straight from the hands of Kirk MacClay!”



”Go on, Heyman.”



I can get you anything you ever desired. Championships, Main Events, Briefcases... Look at what’s happening to Swann. He’s been in my Alliance for a week and he already has an Identity Championship match. This can be you, TJ. This can be you.

”TJ, you can’t honestly tell me you believe this….”



JOEY STYLES: “TJ WALLACE with a Silencer on Vinnie Lane!”



TJ rolls to his feet and Heartsford charges at him. TJ ducks and...



JOEY STYLES: “Sound of Silence to Heartsford!”



Back to his feet, TJ is face to face with MacClay. TJ…The Silencer! TJ Wallace has just single handedly laid out his former Underground cohorts!



Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman, and I would like to introduce the newest member of the Heyman Alliance.



T



J



Walla…



JOEY STYLES: “Pele Kick! TJ Wallace with a pele kick to Paul Heyman! And TJ rolls out of the ring, just before the Heyman Alliance attacks!”



”I realized, I don’t need an Underground. I don’t need an Alliance. Don’t need MacClay, don’t need Heyman. You two can keep your little battle going for how long you want, but it won’t involve me. Keep this in mind, MacClay. You put this on yourself. It’s a new day, my friend.”

As Wallace makes his way back up the entry ramp Elijah Washington and Malik Jefferson of the New Day Co-Op step out from the back to greet their newest member.



Madness fades to commercial.

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8 Person Gauntlet Match #1 Contender to Television Championship 1st Entrant: Scully - vs - 2nd Entrant: Goat Face Killa - vs - 3rd Entrant: Kennedy Nikomedes - vs - 4th Entrant: C. C. Hollywood - vs - 5th Entrant: D. Shadows - vs - 6th Entrant: Trent Gein - vs - 7th Entrant: Caroline O'Hara Burchill - vs - 8th Entrant: Cain

Scully 100% - vs - Goat Face Killa 100%

The two men circle around, but GFK charges forward with his head lowered like a battering ram. Scully sideswipes him and rakes his back! GFK arches his back and turns around. Scully slaps him across the face and pulls out a picture. Wait… is that the picture of the two goats?! GFK begins shaking his head before hitting a slap. Scully looks annoyed and slaps him back! The two begin slapping back and forth!

Joey Styles: “Slaps? Okay then.”

Finally Scully breaks the slapotone and kicks GFK a little below the belt. He quickly follows it up with a DDT! Scully then drives an elbow into the forehead of GFK! The Killa clutches his forehead as he rolls around on the mat. Scully smirks and raises his arms.

A chorus of boos fill the arena.

Joey Styles: “They seem to really hate Scully. It could be his dirty tactics… or just his face.”

Scully walks over and lifts up GFK. He kicks him in the gut and connects with an angle slam. Scully, seeing his opportunity, climbs the turnbuckle and is poised. GFK slowly gets to his feet and turns around. Scully leaps for a crossbody! GFK snaps out of it and takes a step back. He leaps into the air and connects with a headbutt to the chin of Scully! Scully hits the mat hard as GFK jumps for the pinfall!

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NO! Scully just manages to kick out!

Goat Face Killa begins hitting headbutts to the chest of Scully repeatedly! He hits three or four strikes before the referee pulls GFK away. Goat Face looks pissed off but restrains himself.

Scully slowly gets back up to his feet and demands that GFK bring it. GFK obliges as he connects with a dropkick sending Scully into the ropes. Scully is still trying to collect himself when GFK charges forward and hits a clothesline taking Scully over the top rope as he bounces off the apron and hits the floor, hard. Killa face the camera with intensity in his eyes and he points at the crowd, running around in a circle hyping them up. He turns towards the ropes and bounces off of them, before running straight towards Scully on the outside, suicide diving onto him...

...only for Scully to role out of the way, as Killa flails around in mid air and lands awkwardly on his arm, which is clearly bent out of place as he rolls onto his side. EMTs and Medics rush down with a stretcher, as the referee begins to count him out. Goat Face Killa is in no condition to compete.

They begin to load him onto the stretcher, but he fights back, pushing the men trying to help him over. Cradling his arm, he slides back into the ring.

Joey Styles: “How is he still competing with a broken arm?”

Scully sees blood in the water. He slides into the ring after GFK and hits a clothesline! He locks in an armbar! Never really seen Scully use that before, but he’s really twisting the arm of GFK! Luckily, GFK reaches out and hooks the bottom rope. Scully holds the hold though! He’s not releasing it! The referee begins yelling at him before beginning the count.

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2… Scully could be DQ’d if he doesn’t release this!




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4… Scully finally releases the hold before the 5 count can be finished.


Scully smirks and looks ready to finish this.

He begs GFK to get up. He does so and turns into Scully’s kick to the gut. He wraps the arm and lifts him up for his finisher!

THE SCULLA-NO!

GFK gets out of it! He takes a step back and hits…







GOATCOCK!

Joey Styles: “That’s gotta hurt! He won’t be having kids ANY time soon.”

The swift punch to the testicles has Scully’s face turned completely white. GFK rolls up Scully!

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THREE!

"Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen plays

Joey Styles: “Looks like the third man in this gauntlet is none other than Mr. Nikomedes!”

Goat Face Killa 90% - vs - Kennedy Nikomendes 100%

Kennedy begins circling around when he suddenly stops. He holds up a hand to GFK who looks confused. Kennedy begins searching through his tights and finds a cell phone? He looks at it briefly before answering it.

Kennedy is on the phone in the middle of the match. He walks over to the corner and begins laughing at whatever is being said over the phone line. GFK looks enraged!

He charges! He grabs the waist of Niko and sends him careening over his shoulder with a German suplex! GFK hits the ropes as Niko slowly gets to his feet. Niko turns around and…




WHAM!





BATTERING RAM!





The headbutt to the chest floored Kennedy Nikomendes! GFK lays across him with the leg hooked.

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THREE!

Joey Styles: “That win seemed to have fueled his fire to win this thing!”

"The Rapture of Ridley Walker" by Clutch plays

Joey Styles: “Here comes the next entrant in the gauntlet! C.C. Hollywood!”

Goat Face Killa 95% - vs - C.C. Hollywood 100%

C.C. gets into the ring and comes forward for a clothesline! Goat Faced Killa ducks under it and hits a headbutt! He grabs C.C. and lift him up with a delayed vertical suplex! He clears his throat before bellowing out…

“The lifespan of a goat is approximately 15 years. That’s about how many seconds this opponent is going to be!”

He hits the suplex! He covers Hollywood!

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THREE!

Joey Styles: “He made quick work of C.C. Hollywood there.”

“Killing In The Name” By Rage Against The Machine plays

Joey Styles: “Ahhhh! The King of Weed is here! … and that 14 year-old girl is now smoking a blunt. Perhaps we should have security take that away from her?”

Goat Face Killa 100% - vs - David Mosiers 100%

Goat Face Killa and David Mosier circle around. Mosier’s eyes lock on the left shoulder of GFK. GFK bleats in Mosier’s direction. Mosier looks at him with a bit of concern before shrugging it off. Mosier and GFK lock up, but Mosier hits an elbow to the shoulder of GFK! GFK releases his hold and backs away into the corner. Mosier keeps up the aggression and hits a running dropkick hitting GFK right in the shoulder!


Gut Check!



GFK rolls away and tries to separate himself from Mosier.




David isn’t having any of that though. He charges forward and takes him down to the mat with an STO! He grabs the left shoulder and drops a knee onto the elbow of Goat Face! He drops another! And another! Mosier is really putting on the pain!




David grabs the arm of Goat Face and locks in an armbar! He wrenches it back as Goat Face begins to fade. The referee goes to lift his arm, but Goat Face comes to life. He begins shaking his arm! He gets to his feet and lifts him up off the ground before dropping Mosier down with a sort of powerbomb! Mosier releases the hold and slowly gets to his feet. He hits a European uppercut! Followed by another! Mosier is shaking now.


GFK hits a one arm body slam! He backs up and begins nodding his head in agreement.



Mosier doesn’t wait though! He leaps to his feet and charges GFK falls to one knee, balls up his fist, and…



WHAM!



GOAT COCK!


The uppercut blow nails Mosier in the crotch as he falls to the mat. Goat Face Killah lays an arm across his chest.

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THREE!

"Custer" by Slipknot plays

Joey Styles: “Here comes an old-member returning! Trent Gein!”

Goat Face Killa 90% - vs - Trent Gein 100%

He comes walking down the pathway, but oh no! The Asylum is here! Hysteria comes out from under the ring and mauls him! He dismantles Gein before he even gets in the ring. He takes a step back and hits a running knee strike to the temple! He rolls him into the ring and begins laughing wickedly!

Goat Face Killa 90% - vs - Trent Gein 10%

Trent Gein finally gets to his feet as Goat Face is waiting. As he does, he grabs Gein and pulls him quickly into a piledriver! He flips him over and pins him.

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THREE!

Trent Gein and C.C. Hollywood are laying now on the outside. Hysteria is shown slowly crawling from under the ring. He grabs both men and drags them underneath the ring.

"Supersonic" by Oasis plays

Joey Styles: “Here comes #7! It’s… Caroline O’Hara Burchill! She looks pumped up!”

Goat Face Killa 95% - vs - Caroline O'Hara Burchill 100%

Caroline leaps into the ring and jumps onto Goat Face! She begins slamming his head into the mat! She takes a step back and rushes forward with a shining wizard! GFK hits the mat, but clutches at his injured arm/shoulder.


Caroline smiles and pulls him up by his hurt arm. She then takes a step back before synching in a tilt awhirl octopus hold! Goat Face Killa is trying to get out of the hold, but Caroline is pulling back on it hard! Goat Face seems to have abandoned breaking the hold. He stands straight up and falls backward on top of her!



Goat Face stands back and is holding onto his arm, but can barely move it. He runs forward and hits a running senton! He cries out, but then gets back to his feet. He rushes towards her with his head lowered for the BATTERING RAM!




CONNECTS!





Goat Face lays an arm across her, but he seems exhausted…

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THR-NO! Caroline got her foot on the bottom rope!



Goat Face stands up and looks exasperated. He stands back up and cocks his fist! He’s waiting on Caroline to get up! She finally turns around and he rushes forward! He falls to his knees and… NO!



She ran up and hit a bicycle kick to his injured shoulder!


HAIL BURCHILL!





Instead of pinning him, she climbs the turnbuckle. She hits a split-leg diving leg drop!



OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!



Except this time it’ll be ‘Off with your Arm!’ She hits this move with all of her weight coming down on that arm! Goat Face seems out of it now from the pain! Caroline hooks a leg!


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THREE!

Joey Styles: “The streak of Goat Face Killa has come to an end. What a fantastic job from that man.”

“Blacklist” by Exodus plays

Joey Styles: “Here comes the final entrant into the gauntlet… CAIN! It’s… It’s gotta be CAIN!”

Caroline O'Hara Burchill 50% - vs - Cain 100%

Cain gets into the ring and sees the weakened Caroline. He smiles his toothy grin and beckons her to bring it on. Caroline takes a deep breath and grabs the rope behind her before nailing a springboard moonsault! Cain seemed to have been caught off guard by that! It takes him to the ground.




The Queen jumps on him and begins kicking him hard in the face! Cain is just smiling after each one. Finally he stops a shot and grabs the head of Caroline. He pulls it close and nails a headbutt! Caroline bounces back while clutching her head.



She tries to run towards him, but he just lifts her up and drops her back down with a sidewalk slam. He grabs her by the arm and pulls her up into a bearhug! He focuses on snapping the ribs! Caroline’s eyes close as she struggles against the hold!


She finally looks pissed off as she reaches down and bites Cain’s head! She keeps biting until blood begins to flow!


Cain releases her and feels the trickle of blood down his face. He grits his teeth and looks pissed off. Caroline grabs his arm for an arm drag, but he just shakes his head. He pulls her back and drops her head on the top corner for a snake eyes! Cain hits the ropes and…



Das Boot!



The big boot nails Caroline right between the eyes. Cain goes for the pinfall.

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Th-NO! Caroline rolled a shoulder up.

Cain pulls her up to her feet and begins slapping her chest hard! A huge red imprint is shown up on her chest! She kicks Cain in the testicles to slow him down. She runs to the ropes and hits a springboard kneeling facebuster!

The Royal Adjustment sends Cain face first into the mat. She goes for the pinfall…



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THRE-NO!

Cain barely kicked out. Caroline looks exhausted. She pulls him up, but Cain locks in the Tongan Death Grip! Caroline can’t speak at this moment! He then wraps his hand around her throat and chokeslams her to hell! Cain doesn’t seem satisfied though. He pulls her up and locks on…



END OF THE LINE!

Cain begins ragdolling her as he continues to squeeze! She’s fading quickly! He locks it on and Caroline begins doing the only thing she could to save herself….



TAP TAP TAP


Justin Roberts: “The winner of the match is…. CAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!”


The match is over and CAIN is our new winner. And he’s also the new #1 Contender for the Television Championship!

Cain raises his hands in victory as Madness comes to a close!


Joey Styles: "Wait!

"Someone is on the X-Tron!"



The screen shows Kirk MacClay sitting behind his desk drinking a scotch and slowly applauding Cain. He smiles largely as he slowly claps. Cain stares at him unsure of what it all means as the screen fades to black...

Frodo did you really think that hitching your wagon to Kirk MaClay was going to save you?

Perhaps if you hadn't made it so blatantly obvious by asking until Tuesday to make a decision you might have gotten away with it. But most likely not.

I may oversee Warfare but believe me, I know exactly what is going on on Madness.

Now having said that, you know the stipulations to your new contract. Justin Sane will be responsible for picking your matches, that means opponents and stipulations until you manage to win two in a row. Once that happens you will be given back your freedom to decide your own matches.

Good luck because I have a feeling Justin Sane will not be going easy on you. Perhaps you should let that serve as a reminder of what could potentially happen when you get in over your head. Which, for someone of your size is not hard to do.

Well, well, well... looks like I get to double down and add TWO more "stars of the month" to my list of defeated opponents for the price of one.

Welcome to the real world, Fernando.

Oh, and TJ? See you soon, dude.

"Yeah that's what they all say. Come looking for me, I'm not hard to find."

(02-17-2015, 01:00 PM)Frodo mother fucking Smackins Said:

(02-17-2015, 05:07 AM)Ozymandias Said: Frodo did you really think that hitching your wagon to Kirk MaClay was going to save you?

Perhaps if you hadn't made it so blatantly obvious by asking until Tuesday to make a decision you might have gotten away with it. But most likely not.

I may oversee Warfare but believe me, I know exactly what is going on on Madness.

Now having said that, you know the stipulations to your new contract. Justin Sane will be responsible for picking your matches, that means opponents and stipulations until you manage to win two in a row. Once that happens you will be given back your freedom to decide your own matches.

Good luck because I have a feeling Justin Sane will not be going easy on you. Perhaps you should let that serve as a reminder of what could potentially happen when you get in over your head. Which, for someone of your size is not hard to do.

"I've beaten Sane how many times before? You'd have to admit, my chances looked pretty good. Also, I asked until tuesday because there was a huge Price is Right Marathon."

Dudes, I'm the real victim here anyway. First I got backstabbed by my token black friend, so now I need to find another... but now I have to babysit the midget and carry him to tag team gold?

People can't ever claim I haven't paid my dues or sacrificed for this company, that's for sure.

You don't actually have to carry him to anything since there is no tag team tournament anymore. So consider yourself lucky. I did you a favor Lane. Try not to forget it.