Gold strobe lighting flickers as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple hits. Sean Falcon comes out in a black and gold sleeveless robe. He approaches the ring, as smug as ever, and upon reaching the ringside area, he raises his right arm and is showered in gold colored pyro. He enters the ring slowly, raising his fist in the air.

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at two hundred, forty-eight somethings, SEEEEAN FALCON, the THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRD!"

Mr. Supernova drops down from the ceiling rafters and slowly, strides to the ring. Moving in an almost tantric and methodical, mannerism as a smirk adorns his face and an other wordily ambiance, glistens within his eyes. Once Supernova reaches the ring, he launches himself up and over the ropes and lands directly onto his feet, in a semi crouched position as he lifts his head and stares out at the audience for a moment, before rising to his feet.

Ring Announcer: "Next, from Oz-Ozuu-Ozuul? Yeah, Ozuul. Weighing in tonight at one hundred, eighty pounds! THIS. IS. MISTER. SUPEEEEEEEEEEEERNOOOOOOOOOOOOVA!"

Some Mariachi shit begins to play, and Juan Madison runs out on stage, waves to all of his fans, and runs to the ring.

Ring Announcer: "From Tijuana, Mexico! Weghing in at two hundred, twenty pounds! JUAAAAAAAAAN MADISOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine starts to play as it grabs the audience's attention and the main lights throughout the arena turn off except one bright spotlight focusing on the beggining of the ramp. ''COME WITH IT NOW'' are the first lyrics of the song as one burst of pyro goes off as Lang emerges from the curtains and heads straight to the ring. Once he reaches the ring, he climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope. He climbs onto one of the two turnbuckles facing the ramp and takes a seat.

Ring Announcer: "And his opponent; from Ottawa, Canada. Representing the Extreme Revolution; weighing in tonight at two hundred, ten pounds! CAM LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"

Our ropes are back to normal, no longer barbed wire and whatnot. Hanging from the ropes however, are the obscene amounts of weapons that this match promised to contain. In fact, the amount is so obscene; that they're overflowing onto the floor! This is going to be brutal, folks!

Lang's eyes dart around the ring; eyeing up all of his opponents. Nova's to the environment around him, seemingly intrigued about every thing that crosses his line of sight. Falcon is resting in his corner, not willing to commence the action. Madison, is salsa dancing to the center of the ring.

He salsas right into a spear from Lang! He's just punching the luchadore while Nova and Falcon watch on, the latter giving him a sarcastic applause. Nova approaches Falcon, who can see him faintly out the corner of his eye and turns him around. He's already going for Seeing Stars, but Falcon pushes him off and into the ropes, knocking over a cricket bat (or whatever the fuck those Brits call it) and a cookie sheet.

Back on the other side of the ring, Lang is still laying into Madison with punch after punch to the miraculously healed mask of Madison. Madison shoves him off though, and leaps up to his feet like the good little luchadore he is! Lang charges him, and pop quiz! Guess what Madison did in response; did he:

A.) Punch him in the face
B.) Do pilates
C.) Potato his Firetruck
or D.) Arm drag

If you picked D, you'd be right, and have a functioning brain. Way to go, fuckwit. Lang gets up quickly, and hits Madison with a flurry of punches to the head and stomach, doubling him over. Hooking him up, he hits a snap suplex that forces the ring to shake!

Out of the ring, we cut to seeing Nova and Falcon brawling around the ringside area. Falcon hits a few closed fists on Nova and gains the upper hand, slamming his head into the barricade. Backwards, Nova stumbles, leaning back first into the apron. Not letting up, Falcon gets right into his face and gouges his eyes. Nova covers his face and stumbles further down the perimeter of the apron, whilst Falcon grabs a lead pipe from the ropes. Stalking him with the pipe, sizing up Nova, Falcon strikes, hitting him in the back and knocking the smaller man to the ground. He drops the pipe, and peels Nova from the ground, throwing him over the barricade with one hand.

Nova tries to stand, attempting to crawl over the barricade. Falcon picks the pipe up once more and walks over to the barricade, cackling as he lifts the pipe high above his head. Crawling up on the top of the barricade is Nova, his head poking right above the floor of the ringside area. Like an executioner dropping the axe, Falcon drops the pipe across the back of Nova's neck, forcing the rest of his body over the barrier.

Back in the ring, we see Lang getting hit with an enzuigiri. Madison gets up to the top rope, pointing one finger up in the air for the late Eddie Guerrero, wait no! We see that it's his middle finger, he wants Eddie Guerrero to fuck himself with his arteries or something...

He leaps off, frog splash!

Lang gets the knees up! You don't disrespect Eddie, dammit!

Getting to his feet, Lang lays in the boots to Madison. Relentlessly, he kicks the man in the ribs, forcing him closer to the ropes. One more kick, Madison dodges, grabs a frying pan and smacks Lang right upside the head with it! Lang is taken aback, and Madison lines up for another shot, but Lang kicks the pan out of his hand! Madison's eyes behind the mask widen, petrified of the angry man! Wildly, he throws a punch, but Lang ducks and in a Cena like fashion hits a spin out powerbomb off the costly mistake!

Out of the ring once more we go, where we see Falcon giving Nova a snap suplex, no! Nova blocks, but Falcon goes for it again! No! Nova blocks and manages to muster up the strength to give one to bigger Falcon! Rolling around on the mat, his face is one of shock, bewilderment, and pain. Nova looks like a man possessed at this point, storming over to the over flow pile on the outside of the ring near him, and pulling out a fucking cinderblock!

Lifting it high above his head, not unlike what Falcon did to him with the pipe, Nova slams it down, but Falcon rolls out of the way just in time! The block hits the ground and skids, screeching along the concrete floor and scratching it up. Falcon stares at the spaceman, the wild look in his eye definitely disturbing the bigger man. Nova lunges at him, but Falcon catches him in mid air, and slams his back right down on the barricade! Straddling it, he forces both sides of the alien's body against the steel divider.

Nova yells out, a mixture of agony and primal rage as Falcon continues to wrench the hold in further and further.

Back in the ring, we see Lang hitting a swinging neckbreaker, followed by a standing moonsault. Madison squirms around on the ground, and rolls under the bottom rope.

Nova gets whipped back into the ring, and upon Falcon trying to enter, Lang hits a boot that knocks him off the apron! They look each other over, seeing that the opponents they weren't just fighting getting up from over each others' shoulders. They smile and nod, before running at the men and diving through the ropes at them!

Madison gets caught off guard and is knocked to the ground by Nova.

Lang flies at Falcon, who sidesteps and sends Lang flying...

RIGHT INTO THE BARBED WIRE BOARD!

It explodes on impact, sending a wave of smoke to emit from the wooden contraption, knocking Falcon to his ass, and sending the mood lights into a frenzy! Falcon walks over and lays one foot on top of the damn near unconscious Lang.

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





3!


Nova and Madison exchanges right hands, before a headbutt from the smaller alien knocks Madison off balance momentarily. One moment however, is all Nova needs; charging at him with a running knee that forces Madison off his feet and onto the concrete floor.

Falcon runs up behind Nova and grabs him by the shit and pants, throwing him into the barricade. What is it with Falcon, Nova and that fucking barricade? Backing up momentarily, Falcon charges in with a knee drop onto the fallen alien man thing, but Nova rolls out of the way and all Falcon hits is the concrete! Cradling his knee, he fails to see Nova runs past him, hop on top of the barricade, and moonsaults off of it and hits Falcon!

Meanwhile, Madison pulls the table out from under the ring and scurries through one of the overflow piles, pulling out a lighter! By some kind of black magic, he manages to set it on fire without so much as an accelerant to get the entire surface to light. Impressive.

Nova sees this, and along with it an opportunity to eliminate Madison! He approaches, reserved as to not alert him, when Falcon makes it back to his feet and goes after him! A wild flurry of punches and kicks take Nova down to his knees, and Falcon follows with a snap DDT. Madison sees what's going on and assists, pounding and stomping on Nova. Falcon lifts him back to his feet, and Madison holds his arms from behind, leaving him defenseless, as Falcon hits the Greeting from the Steel City...




ON MADISON! Nova ducked!

Falcon turns around and...


SEEING STARS!

Now, all Nova has to do is put one of these men through the table! He peels the closer Falcon up to his feet once more, and drags him over to the table, putting him between his legs for a powerbomb! Will he be able to lift him up?! He tries, but Falcon only gets up a couple of inches. Once more, same result. One more try, and Falcon reverses it with a back body drop!

NOVA LANDED ON HIS FEET! On the other end of the table, Nova's fine! Falcon looks at him in disbelief!

Nova goes for the Seeing Stars once more, but again, Falcon pushes him off and sends him into the ring post. What Falcon didn't account for however, was Madison coming up from being him!

Madison with a kick to the gut! He lifts Falcon up for a suplex, wait no! He turns into a powerslam position...

AND POWERSLAMS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!

The fire crew from earlier sprays Falcon down as he rolls about on the cold concrete floor.


It's down to two now, isn't it?

Madison sizes up Nova, who's just getting to his feet from running into the pole. He smirks, and holds his hand right under Nova's jaw. Jaw jacking with him for a few moments, he tosses the spaceman to the ground in a heap. Madison comes running in swinging after that, kicking the alien in the ribs while he's forced against the steps.

Eyeing one of the boards, he walks over to it and picks it up. Placing it on the two chairs he had set up while Nova and Falcon were fighting, he turns to face Nova once more, only to see the little bastard isn't where he left him! From the opposite end of the arena, Nova comes up and hits Madison with a dropkick! Madison isn't knocked to the ground by the impact, which is a lot weaker than what he's normally capable of producing.

Nova leaps up onto the apron, but so does Madison!

The run at each other from opposite ends of the apron, engaging in a fist fight while dangling over a barbed wire board contraption. Back and forth with lefts and rights they go, until Nova gets the upper hand with a knee to the stomach! He sets him up, for the Darkest Light, off the apron!

NO! Madison hits him in the face with a trash can lid! Nova spins around, and Madison catches him, leaping off with Nova in his embrace!

REBELLION!

REBELLION!

REBELLION!

Shades of John Madison! Oh my God....


INTO THE BOARD!

BLAMO!

Madison just manages to roll out of the way of the explosion in time to not get too impacted from it himself. The referee has no choice but to start the count now, as Juan taunts for the crowd.

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No sign of movement.



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



Still none.



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8....................................................................................

Nova stirs, but then falls flat back again.




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Nevermind that shit, here comes Gilmour!



10!



Gilmour turns Madison around...

DEATHSTRIKE! ONTO THE AFOREMENTIONED CINDERBLOCK!

Madison's out cold!

Jessica Diaz runs out once more, the decision not impacted this time, but a look of unmatched fury on her face.

"Who is responsible for this?! I want names, and I want them to present themselves, right now!"



"Have you really not figured it out yet, Jessica?"

The crowd, Jessica, and everyone at home's jaws simultaneously drop as this still unnamed Administrator Network employee saunters onto the stage! In a manner not unlike how Jessica waved around the microphone earlier in the night, she brings the mic to her lips and begins to speak once more.

"Wow, for a supposed prophet; you really aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer, are you? Do you think this was about your show, or the Administrator Network wanting me to look over you like you were an infant? No, there was something here that you didn't see all along. None of you, and now it's too late!"

Just then, it happens. The lights go black, and when the come back on once more; a wave of men dressed in all black and carrying batons not unlike the ones Rebel and Altieri were equipped with earlier in the night come marching down the lines in the crowd. Anyone in their way get met with either a hit to the stomach or face, or getting peppersprayed by the overtly violent security force.

Standing around the barrier, the guards begin openly attacking the guests as soon as the woman instructs them to with a subtle nod to each side. All out war breaks out with the fans this, this private army. Down the ramp she saunters, silently approving of their actions.

"You see? This isn't about Gilmour, or you, or the Network. This entire night has been about me. Those men? They're mine.

Peter Gilmour's way in?

My idea.

Why use Gilmour?

Because he's pissed off enough to target anyone I want to target.

Gilmour did his part, like the brave, brave man he is. I will award him his opportunity to walk out with the dignity he deserves. Go on, Gilmour. Your road to glory awaits."

Diaz slumps to a seated position, the shock overwhelming her. Gilmour swaggers off into the back, out of the arena a wide smile on his face.

"Now, the power...

Is ours."

With that, the show fades to black off the image of one of the fan's bloodied, busted up faces as one of the men drives the baton into his face once more.

i warned u all and now u will see the blood flow!!!

ooc; Great show Jessie!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

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

Juan is elearly the most talented rookie to ever set foot in the XWF!

OOC: Amazing show Jessie