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Official Repent Theme Song: "Clockwork Orange" by: The Viddy Well's
The first PPV in CWF's Return kicks off in glorious fashion, as fireworks sprinkle downwards from the rafters, consuming the entire awe-struck crowd in a haze of sparks. Blaring out from huge mega-speakers attatched to the Teletron, a huge 44" ft. by 28" ft. digital monstrosity hung from the middle of the ceiling with huge screens on all four sides, is the official CWF Repent theme song, "Clockwork Orange" by: The Viddy Well's. A chilling, heart-clenching melody that's deceptive whistle of harmony is easily seen through as a facade for something much, much darker... Our attention is drawn by the camera, to an open spot on the floor, by the ring. It's obvious to see that the foreign men, one's skin color a dark mocha, the other's an olive maroon, are not exactly locals. Dressed emmaculately, and presenting an aura of regality, they capture our attention. That is until.... BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!!!!!!!!! .................................................................................... DEAD GIRL, DEAD GIRL SUPERSTAR, WELL SHE HIT THE GROUND, LIKE A DEAD BOUNTY KILLER CLOWN............‘ 'Dead Girl Superstar’ by: Rob Zombie echoes around the huge arena, as red and black flames shoot back and forth between a special device set-up near the rampway. It creates flames, in thin lines, shot sideways. Then, we see something truly marvelous. The OWNER of the CORPORATE WRESTLING FEDERATION!!! DEMONICA! She steps up to the barrier of intricate flames, staring down the empty rampway. Looking out at the crowd, she has a huge smile plastered across her face. There are signs everywhere, pro and con towards her, and she absorbs it all in a perfunctory haze. Instantly, the flames stop shooting. Demonica grins, and walks through confidently, even as only a second later, the flames return, singing a few astray strands of her brunette hair. The camera switches to a lower plain, as we see the strands of hair fall downward, as the edges of Demonica's feet move forward. We turn around at a normal arc, to find her marching closer to the ring with every step. Soon, she's there, sliding in gracefully as if some dangerous feline. She very well might be, in some aspects. Striding to the center of the canvas, she plucks the microphone from he rback-pocket, and looks out at the crowd with a beautiful smile. She nods her head as the entire crowd begins roaring. But then she grins, flips them all the double-bird, and begins speaking. Needless to say, it is barely audible. DEMONICA: Hello, hello... welcome, my darlings... to an event so SPECTACULAR... so MAGNIFICENT.. so... so.... She trails off, waving her hands around with a scrunched up face, as if trying to recall something to memory. She holds out her finger, in the universal sign of remembrance. DEMONICA: AH! I know... just the word I was trying to find. It fits perfectly! The first PPV back since the CWF's re-inception, is not your mere telecast. It's a technological step-ahead in our industry, by our physical setup and our cutting-edge crowd pleaser, the CWF TELETRON! We're lightyears ahead of our peers when talking about the sheer volume of talented superstars, I mean... seriously, folks... Kitten, Micheal Graves, Sean Graves, Cyren, Raziel, KoRe, Extreme Warrior... the list is comparably endless. We are so much MORE, then what our competition is. And that word... the greatest and simplest way to describe this PPV, and this company as a whole, is.... S-U-P-E-R-I-O-R! She laughs, as a huge portion of the audience, is continuously booing her, expressedly wearing their XWF T-shirts and paraphenalia.. Yet, a decently-sized section of the crowd is cheering heavily. They are wearing Dynasty Wrestling merchandise. Demonica, just stands there are she takes it all in. Her grin is pure swiss. DEMONICA: Yes, yes.. I know this is a developmental territory for the XWF. We are a 'feeder' federation, but that is not to say that this little pond isn't full of big fish! No, no... it's purely financial, our dependance on the XWF. It is for that reason, I will derive great pleasure in seeing TEAM CWF, take home the XWF World Title at Zero Tolerance, after savaging and dismantling the XWF crew at their 7th Year Anniversary Special, 05-05-05! Yet, that is neither here nor there. She smiles, her grin becoming a bit facetious. The crowd is as antsy as always, as they fight amongst themselves, hustling and bustlign to vendors and concessions. Demonica's facial expression changes a tad, as she walks to the edge of the ring-ropes, nearest to the table of the curious gentleman who have now put headsets on. DEMONICA: Our product, needs no help... and our roster couldn't get any better. Afterall, it is fairly hard to improve upon perfection. Yet, I feel it is my duty, to always strive for as great a product, I can.. for you.... She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting. DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back. Our view fading into the backstage area, we find ourselves looking at a confident face. A dangerous face. A... painted face? MICHEAL GRAVES: Hello, world... it's nice to meet you... can I get your name? His face is all we see, excpt for a crack of light, allowing us a gleary view of the brick wall behind him. The challenger for the CWF World Title, is a man of lucid madness. His grin is crimson and cracked, with a dash of charred darkness, expertly crafted onto his face. His tongue is dyed black, as it reaches out wetting his lips, as he raspily breathes and chuckles. MICHEAL GRAVES: Oh... what's that? What's your name again, I barely hear---oh? Chaos? It's... interesting, but fitting. Your parents give you tha- oh? They did... oh, their children too? Hmmm... Shaking his head, from side to side... the man's psychotic grin fails, and he tilts his head to the side. Standingup, the Camera zooms out, as we hear a bang off to the right... ???: What are you blabbering about now, kid? A wobbly man, is seen. His eyes, a slate gray, connect with Micheal's, signifying familiarity. Micheal Graves walks over to him, and extends a hand. MICHEAL GRAVES: Terry... TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts. Singles Match -Normal Rules Wonderboy vs. Chuck Conlon Wonderboy and Chuck Conlon get face to face in the middle of the ring and Wonderboy is grinning in Conlon's face while Conlon has a smirk of his own. The bell sounds and the two superstars start to circle each other. Conlon appears to make the first move as he rushes Wonderboy. The two lockup and Conlon quickly gets Wonderboy into a headlock. Wonderboy pushes Conlon off and into the ropes. Conlon bounces back and hits a shoulder block on Wonderboy, knocking him down to the mat. Wonderboy quickly gets back up to his feet, looking at Conlon a little surprised. Wonderboy fixes his hair a bit and nods his head with a smirk. Conlon smiles back and the two start circling each other again. They lock up again and after during a display of power, Wonderboy is able to push Conlon back into the ropes. Wonderboy then whips Conlon, but Conlon reverses. Wonderboy bounces off the ropes and comes back to meet a clothesline across the throat. Wonderboy scrambles back up to his feet to his feet with that look of shock again as Conlon continues to smirk. A little irate now, Wonderboy goes to lockup with Conlon once more. Just as they about to do so, Wonderboy kicks Conlon in the gut and then starts a series of hard rights. Conlon tries to cover up as he is forced into the corner. Wonderboy took a moment to taunt Conlon, but a moment was all Conlon needed as he grabbed Wonderboy and turned the assault on him. Wonderboy moves out of the corner to the center of the ropes as Conlon continues the assault. Conlon backs away and mocks Wonderboy's taunt. Conlon goes to clothesline Wonderboy, but Wonderboy ducks down, grabbing the top rope and sending Conlon flying to the outside. Wonderboy tries to catch his breath as the ref starts his 10-Count on Conlon who is struggling to get back up to his feet. Wonderboy climbs out of the ring to grab Conlon by the hair. After a couple of shot to the face, Wonderboy takes Conlon and whips him into the ring steps shoulder first. Conlon grabs his shoulder in pain as Wonderboy is in control of the match. Wonderboy picks Conlon up and rolls him into the ring. Wonderboy quickly slides in and goes for the cover. 1...2...Conlon kickouts. Wonderboy picked Conlon up and executed a snap suplex. He again went for the pin and Conlon quickly kicked out. Wonderboy mounts Conlon and started punching him in the face in which the ref gets involved and pulls Wonderboy off. Wonderboy and the ref get into a verbal argument, giving Conlon enough time to recover. After dealing with the ref, Wonderboy turns around and as he bent down to pick Conlon up, Conlon quickly rolls him up in a pin. 1...2... Wonderboy kicks out. Wonderboy quickly gets back up to his feet as does Conlon. Wonderboy goes for a clothesline, but Conlon ducks it and the moment Wonderboy turns around, he is met with foot to face as Conlon hits him with a Heel Kick, sending Wonderboy falling back to the mat. Conlon drops down to a knee and pins Wonderboy, hooking the leg. 1...2... Wonderboy barely kicks out before 3 and Conlon can't believe it. Conlon picks Wonderboy up and then whips him hard into the corner, causing Wonderboy to crash chest first into the turnbuckles. Wonderboy is down and in a lot of pain as he holds his chest, trying to catch his breath. Conlon has a smirk on his face now as he picks Wonderboy back up and whips him hard in the opposite corner and again, Wonderboy crashes hard. Wonderboy is holding his chest as Conlon continues to grin. Conlon stands over Wonderboy and starts kicking him in the chest along with kneeing him. Wonderboy tires to cover up, but when he does, Conlon is hits him in the head, causing Wonderboy to let up. The ref pulls Conlon off of Wonderboy who is looking to be on his last leg. While Conlon exchanges words with the ref, Wonderboy makes it back up to his feet. Conlon turns around and goes to punch Wonderboy, but Wonderboy blocks it and connects with a punch of his own. Conlon staggers back a little and then comes back for another, but Wonderboy again blocks it and connects with another punch. Conlon goes for one more punch and Wonderboy blocks that one as well. Wonderboy then starts connecting with a series of punches, forcing Conlon into the ropes. Wonderboy goes to whip Conlon, but Conlon reverses and whips Wonderboy instead. Wonderboy bounces back and ducks an attempted clothesline by Conlon. Wonderboy then bounces off the opposite ropes and the two collide after both attempting a clothesline on each other. Both men are down and out as the ref starts his 10 count. Just as the ref is about to count 10, both Conlon and Wonderboy get up to their feet. After staggering for a moment, Wonderboy goes to clotheslines Conlon, but Conlon reverses it and locks Wonderboy in the Conlon Crossface. Wonderboy is yelling out in pain as he tries crawling for the ropes. Conlon tightens the hold, but Wonderboy was able to reach the ropes. Conlon doesn't break the hold and the ref starts his 5 count. Conlon finally breaks it and starts kicking Wonderboy repeatedly in the head. Conlon then picks Wonderboy up and hits him with the Conlon Crusher. Conlon makes the cover. 1...2...3!!! Winner: Chuck Conlon creeeeeeaaaaaaaak...... We find ourselves... sheathed. There is little around us visible, blanketed by an odd sheen of darkness. There are two un-ending walls, as far as we can tell. Light, reflected by a torch is bright upon one, dim along the other. Two lone figures are in the room, their shadows the only thing seen. MELKIAH: Enes vi trivitec maundala zwarte die furies..... repeat it. The other figure nods, his blonde hair shimmering in the twilight of his torch, his face barely outlined. RAZIEL: Enes vi trivitec maundala zwarte die furies. MELKIAH: Good. I feel your energy... these incantations will allow you to better balance yourself when confronted with the power that lies within you. RAZIEL: What? So this is a form of... meditation? Sleep? The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows... MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always. Singles Match -Normal Rules Alexander Cutwright vs. Enforcer The two competitors have slowly made their way to the ring, taking their time in this momentous matchup. The crowd is in a roar, as the referee calls for the bell, signifying the commencement of the match! DING DING DING!! Cutwright is the first one to act, rushing at Enforcer at a dead run. Enforcer is quick to react, much quicker then Cutwright could have assumed, because Enforcer snapped up a european uppercut, knocking his rival back a few steps. Cutwright stumbles, and Enforcer presses the opprotunity, hitting a drop toe hold on Cutwright. Bringing his hands to his face, Cutwright rolls around in the ring, as we see a small splatter of blood left on the canvas. As Enforcer drags Cutwright to his feet, we see that blood is slowly trickling out of Cutwright's nose. The rabid beast though doesn't lay down, as he snaps a crescent kick into Enforcer's midsection. Enforcer bends down holding his stomach, allowing Cutwright to hit a solid DDT!! He goes for a Pin. ONE...TW-!! Kickout by Enforcer. Enforcer rolls to his feet, along his back like a languid cheetah. Cutwright runs, enraged at Enforcer aiming for a RUNING LARIANT, BUT Enforcer REVERSES! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Cutwright is fighting it! He's fighting it, getting to his knees! He's trying to twist out..He rolls his own shoulder, and escapes! He swings a knee at Enforcer, but it's ill-wasted, as Enforcer shrugs it off and drops a knee into the back of Cutwright. He does this a few more times, as Cutwright lays there. Then, Enforcer climbs the top rope and signals for THE CHOKE SLAM!!!! Enforcer locks eyes with Alex for a moment, and then he falters. He looks around himself, at the thousands of fans, then back at Cutwright! Cutwright isn't moving, his eyes also locked on Enforcer's. Enforcer shakes his head, and listens to the audience. THE CROWD IS AMPED! And without further adiue, Enforcer JUMPS, AND HITS THE DEATH Enforcer!!! BANNNNNG! The ring is shaking from the fluid and beautiful move! Ref counts....ONE...TWO....THREE!!! Winner and recalled to the XWF Roster: Enforcer There is neigh a weak-willed soul along this corridor. ....M--ma---my...-madness... We are in the backstage area of the CWF Arena, staring at a door. Not just any door though, but a dressing-room door. And not just ANY dres-- STAFF: Hey, you in there? Get your shit together man... The stocky man, his hair falling to his shoulders in curls, knocks heavily on the door after speaking. Receiving no reply, he waves his hands at the door, and strides away. Blood seeps under the door... WHAT? Whose blood is this...wait... Whose dressing room does this belong to??? We stare up at the tile attatched to the door. "S E A N G R A V E S" Singles Match Battle Royal Extreme Warrior, Triple X, Faith vs. Aaron Fraser,Will Evans, J-Money All 6 of the match's combatants are in the ring, when Demonica's music hits and she walks onto stage with a microphone. DEMONICA: Aaron Fraser, Will Evans, J-Money, and Triple X.... GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING! I heard about the backstage stuff you four pulled, and it won't be tolerated. So here... right now, I'm dressing you all down. GET OUT, GO Home... be at the next Assault, and be ready to fight. I'll have something special cooked up for all of you! That being said, the 4 subjects in question, nod their heads at one another as if caught with their hand in the cookie jar. They walk out of the ring, leaving Extreme Warrior and Faith! This just became a SINGLES MATCH!!! The match begins with Faith in the ring. She is amped and ready for action. The Ref signals for the bell. DING DING DING!!! Warrior begins the match with a clothesline, but Faith coutners with a drop toe hold. Warrior hits the ground hard but quickly recovers, flinging bakc to his feet and smashing Faith in the mouth with a thunderous right hand. She flies into the ring ropes, as Warrior charges. She ducks down and Warrior flies to the outside of the ring, hitting the cold cement floor. He rubs his head, as Faith jumps over the ropes, in a swan dive. She hits Warrior hard, but richochets off and hits the railing as well, her shoulder snapping into the border. Warrior is the first to get up, but Faith is able to knock him off his feet with a swift crescent kick. Warrior looks up as Faith attempts a quick elbow drop, and he rolls out of the way, as she smacks her elbow into the floor. She holds it as Warrior grips her back from the floor, and presses her up in the air with a HUGE Gorilla Press Slam! He then tosses her WAY INTO THE AIR, and laughs as her body slams into the guarding once again. The crowd looks on excited, as Warrior gives them the thumbs up. He turns around to work back on Faith, but she kicks him in the groin. He bends over and she retaliates with a DDT onto the cold slab surface. Warrior again holds his head, as Faith crawlsd on top of the barrier. She hops off and lands an Ass-Kisser on Warrior, smashing his face into the floor, as blood splatters under him. When she jumps off and tugs ihm to his feet, he's bleeding... but Warrior waves it off, as he hits a quick european uppercut on Faith, making her reel. Seeing his opprotunity, he HIT'S THE EXTREME PAIN!!! EXTREME PAIN!! Faith slams against the mat, as Extreme Warrior rolls her up. ONE.......TWO......THREE..... Winner: Hellfire X Singles Match Inferno-Ownership Match ??? vs. Demonica Mike Diamond: Joey, this match confuses the hell out of me! Mike Diamond: Hey, you are not the only one who is confused. I am not surprised by the fact that there is going to be an ownership match. Demonica is all about the ratings. But… Why would she book the match herself? Mike Diamond: It doesn't make one bit of sense. I can only hope our great owner knows what she is getting herself into… The bell rings three times… Taylor Capretti:: The following match is an Inferno match and it is for the Ownership of the Corporate Wrestling Federation! First, on her way to the ring… ‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway. Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable… Singles Match #1 Contendership Triple Threat Kore and Raziel vs. Regan Chambers The match begins with all the combatants in the ring except KoRe. The room begins to turn dark, as the arena is instantly bathed in darkness, as the lights dim. THE ORDER pentegram flickers on the ring and titantron, as the chilly themesong swafts around the arena. KoRe walks out from the curtain, walking along with Melkiah, who is draped in a hood. He holds out his arms in a 'What Can you Do?' expression. He steps into the ring slowly once to ringside, and mock-bows to KoRe. The ref puts them in their respective corners and calls for the bell, to commence the match! DING DING DING!!!!! KoRe starts the match with a HUGE SPEAR ON KoRe! KoRe impacts the mat, suprised by the spry KoRe! He rolls out of the way of a well-placed stomp from KoRe, only to corner himself against the turnbuckle. KoRe sees his chance and presses it, running forward in a suicide dive! He smashes into KoRe like a torpedo, smacking into his chest. He bounces off and rolls against the mat, as a deep blue bruise begins settling in on KoRe. KoRe automatically stats jumping up and down on the mat, riggling, as he holds his chest trying to regain his breath. KoRe though, rolls back toh is feet, and grips KoRe by the hair. He tugs him to his feet and goes for a kick, but KoRe smacks it away and hits a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE! KoRe hits the mat hard, as KoRe stumbles back to the turnbuckle, clutching his sternum. He looks at the crowd, then at KoRe with a grin and begins climbing the ropes!! He gets to the top rope and holds his arms out, and then shrugs and HITS A FROG SPLASH! A FROG SPLASH FROM THE CORNER!! KoRe is smushed into the ring, as KoRe rattles across it, himself jumping up and down and grunting as his chest forces him to double over in pain. Raziel rolls out of the ring. KoRe tries to get up, but Regan Chambers hits him in the head as he jumps into the match finally, just as KoRe is climbing to the top rope. Regan Chambers sees this. Chambers runs to him and tries to push him off the top, but KoRe kicks him in the face. Chambers sputters back as KoRe flies off of the top in a suicide dive. He hits the man hard and Chambers flies completely out of the ring. KoRe rubs his shoulder where he had hit the man, and walks staunchly over to the ring ropes. Looking left and right, he hops over the ropes and to the outside, missing Chambers and bouncing off of the guarding rail. He holds his neck as Chambers hit's a Japanese Takedown. KoRe falls and holds his neck, and rolls to the side.Chambers presses the advantage and picks KoRe up and hitting a Press Slam on him, over the steel steps. KoRe holds his back in agony, as Chambers climbs the ring. He jumps of fof it as the crowd roars approval. BANG! Chambers's leg drapes across KoRe's neck and the man rolls around, as he chokes. Chambers drags him back into the ring by his leg, and then proceeds to beat the crap out of him with lefts and rights. KoRe begins bleeding profusely from his left eye, as Chambers stands ihm on his feet. Chambers slaps his leg and goes for a Superkick, but Raz ducks and swipes his standing lef out from under him, rolling him up. ONE......TWO..THR---KICKOUT!!! HE ALMOST HAD HIM!! Regan Chambers rolls out and then jumps to his feet, hitting a chop on KoRe. KoRe rocks back as Chambers tries to him again, but this time KoRe counters the hold, putting Chambers in a fuji Armbar. He brings Chambers to his knees and wretches back on the hold. But Chambers won't submit, even as the ref bothers him with the query. Chambers tries to roll his shoulder. but it won't give, so he begins trying a hiptoss! He eventually gets it and sends KoRe flying over him. KoRe smacks the mat, as Chambers hits a quick elbow drop. KoRe hold's his chest, as Chambers stumbles over to the corner, holding his Arm. KoRe looks at Chambers as he gets to his knee. Chambers runs at KoRe and..... KoRe monkey flips him to the outside! As KoRe collects his breath for a few minutes, Raziel slides back into the ring with a steel crowbar. KoRe is rising back to his feet, breathing heavily, and is cracked in the leg with the foreign object, he drops forward in a hurry, just as Raziel swings the pipe again right into the top of his head. KoRe falls back limp, and Raziel goes for the Cover! ONE..........TWO.........THREE!!!! Winner and NEW #1 Contender: Raziel Singles Match Singles Match Cyren vs. Kitten In the backstage area... we find Hellfire X, waving his arms around, as he talks to someone. HELLFIRE X: Please, understand... you're a valuable commodity! ???: You're afraid I'll get hurt? Or is it that I'll hurt him? The NEW Owner of the CWF, motions his hands negatively. HELLFIRE X: No, it's not that... it's just, XWF's 05-05-05 is but a few days away, so I need my marquee players, namely you AND Cyren, in top shape! Kitten stands undisturbed. KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed... CANCELLED MATCH! Singles Match CWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP Micheal Graves vs. Sean Graves The camera returns to find TAYLOR CAPRETTI, in the ring. She is holding two notes, as she speaks. TAYLOR CAPRETTI: Introducing first... wieghing in at--- oh you know what? The young woman, immediately snaps out of her formal introduction, her smile lolling to the side. TAYLOR CAPRETTI: These two gentleman are fucked up in the head... they don't need individual introductions, they're twins for god's sake! They're fucked up, homicidal, suicidal, infacidal lunatics! She motions for them to come out, and at first... Micheal Graves comes to the ring to no music, soon followed by his brother Sean. DING DING DING. The match begins and Micheal runs at Sean,a ttempting a shoulder tackle, but Sean just grabs the back of Micheal's head and tosses him into the ropes, hitting him with a DDT on the way back. Micheal lay's stunned on the ground, amazed that such a Rookie could do that to him. He rolls to his feet, with a smug grin on his face and shurgs his shoulders. He runs again at Sean and attempts a clothesline, but the young upstart hits a reverse crucifix pin! ONE......TWO........SHOULDER!!! Micheal slugs his sibling off of him, and seems to finally take Sean seriously. He looks the man up and down, and then nods his head. He brings his hand upward and motions for Sean to 'bring it.' Sean most certainly does as he runs at Micheal, but then runs sideways of him and hops onto the ring ropes, bouncing off of them in a beautiful arc that sends him flying smack into Micheal's chest! The two men roll to the ground, and slide across the ring. Micheal begins a series of punches into Sean's side, as Sean latches onto Micheal in a vicious headlock. The two men wretch and pound on eachother for a moment, but Micheal gets the momentum he needs. He stands up slowly, making his way to his feet. He picks Sean up in a back-body suplex that makes the entire ring shake. Sean grimaces in agony, as Micheal begins another one, not quite able to shake Sean off. He picks Sean up again, letting him hand in the air...then...WAIT!! COUNTER-BULLDOG! BULLDOG!! BOOOOOOOOMMM!! Micheal's head bounces off the mat, as Sean rolls over to the side for a moment, trying to regain his breath. The two men looks completely spent as the ref begins counting them both down. They are both up at 6, and Micheal runs against the ropes and tries to take out Sean's knee, but Sean flips completely over Micheal, and hits a sweep kick. Micheal hits the mat as someone appears from backstage. It's KoRe! KoRe drunkenly stumbles down the rampway holding a bottle of beer. Getting to the ring, he stares around, his eyes glassy. KoRe: This isn't the bar... He drains his bottle of Jack Daniel's then throws it into the ring. Micheal looks at the bottle of Jack Daniels, and then at Sean. Sean looks slightly frightened, as Micheal stands back up, clutching the bottle in his hand.. Sean shakes his head and tries to hit a spear on Micheal, but Micheal sidesteps and SMASHES THE BOTTLE OF JACK DANIELS OVER SEANS HEAD!! THE BOTTLE EXPLODES, SENDING SHARDS OF GLASS EVERYWHERE!! Micheal smiles, as he drops to the ground, and rolls Sean over. He lays a foot over his brother, and puts on a pose. ONE......TWO..........KICKOUT!!!!!!!! Micheal can't believe it, he looks at the broken bottle in his hand...then at Sean, slowly rising to his feet. He looks at the bottle..and..what? He's poiting to the beer on the ground and telling Sean he made him waste it!! Sean gets up to his feet, and looks at the mad Micheal. He smiles and looks at the shard of glass in Micheal's hand, even as a large wound in his head begins flowing blood. He licks his lips and charges at Micheal!!! Micheal merely ducks under Sean's attempt, and kicks him in the stomach. Looking at the broken shard in his hand, he quirks his head and then STABS Sean RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER with another stray piece of glass!!! Sean screams out loud as a decent portion of blood pours out of him, the glass embedded. Micheal then takes the advantage and sets Sean up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX!! He hangs Sean in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. And as he starts to fall, Sean falls with him, shifting the momentum, and falling on his feet to the mat. Micheal looks suprised as Sean european uppercuts him right in under the jaw. He reaches into his back and rips out the bloody piece of glass, and looks at the bruised Micheal. He shakes his head and then STABS Micheal RIGHT IN THE CHEST!! OH MY GOD!! The glass, still slick with Sean's blood, is inserted into Micheal's sternum!! Micheal reaches down, and feels the blood as Sean sickeningly hits a quicksnap DDT Micheal lays there for a moment, still... as Sean jumps to the outside of the ring, snatching a microphone and...bumps into KoRe. The man known as a wrestling icon drunkenly slurs his words as he speaks. KoRe: Yoo--yoore...a purrrty...laddy...you's...got..a.purrrty...mouth... Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out! Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone. SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen. Copyright © 2005 - Corporate Wrestling Federation Inc.
Blaring out from huge mega-speakers attatched to the Teletron, a huge 44" ft. by 28" ft. digital monstrosity hung from the middle of the ceiling with huge screens on all four sides, is the official CWF Repent theme song, "Clockwork Orange" by: The Viddy Well's. A chilling, heart-clenching melody that's deceptive whistle of harmony is easily seen through as a facade for something much, much darker...
Our attention is drawn by the camera, to an open spot on the floor, by the ring. It's obvious to see that the foreign men, one's skin color a dark mocha, the other's an olive maroon, are not exactly locals. Dressed emmaculately, and presenting an aura of regality, they capture our attention. That is until....
She steps up to the barrier of intricate flames, staring down the empty rampway. Looking out at the crowd, she has a huge smile plastered across her face. There are signs everywhere, pro and con towards her, and she absorbs it all in a perfunctory haze.
Instantly, the flames stop shooting. Demonica grins, and walks through confidently, even as only a second later, the flames return, singing a few astray strands of her brunette hair. The camera switches to a lower plain, as we see the strands of hair fall downward, as the edges of Demonica's feet move forward.
We turn around at a normal arc, to find her marching closer to the ring with every step. Soon, she's there, sliding in gracefully as if some dangerous feline. She very well might be, in some aspects.
Striding to the center of the canvas, she plucks the microphone from he rback-pocket, and looks out at the crowd with a beautiful smile. She nods her head as the entire crowd begins roaring.
But then she grins, flips them all the double-bird, and begins speaking.
Needless to say, it is barely audible.
DEMONICA: Hello, hello... welcome, my darlings... to an event so SPECTACULAR... so MAGNIFICENT.. so... so.... She trails off, waving her hands around with a scrunched up face, as if trying to recall something to memory. She holds out her finger, in the universal sign of remembrance. DEMONICA: AH! I know... just the word I was trying to find. It fits perfectly! The first PPV back since the CWF's re-inception, is not your mere telecast. It's a technological step-ahead in our industry, by our physical setup and our cutting-edge crowd pleaser, the CWF TELETRON! We're lightyears ahead of our peers when talking about the sheer volume of talented superstars, I mean... seriously, folks... Kitten, Micheal Graves, Sean Graves, Cyren, Raziel, KoRe, Extreme Warrior... the list is comparably endless. We are so much MORE, then what our competition is. And that word... the greatest and simplest way to describe this PPV, and this company as a whole, is.... S-U-P-E-R-I-O-R! She laughs, as a huge portion of the audience, is continuously booing her, expressedly wearing their XWF T-shirts and paraphenalia.. Yet, a decently-sized section of the crowd is cheering heavily. They are wearing Dynasty Wrestling merchandise. Demonica, just stands there are she takes it all in. Her grin is pure swiss. DEMONICA: Yes, yes.. I know this is a developmental territory for the XWF. We are a 'feeder' federation, but that is not to say that this little pond isn't full of big fish! No, no... it's purely financial, our dependance on the XWF. It is for that reason, I will derive great pleasure in seeing TEAM CWF, take home the XWF World Title at Zero Tolerance, after savaging and dismantling the XWF crew at their 7th Year Anniversary Special, 05-05-05! Yet, that is neither here nor there. She smiles, her grin becoming a bit facetious. The crowd is as antsy as always, as they fight amongst themselves, hustling and bustlign to vendors and concessions. Demonica's facial expression changes a tad, as she walks to the edge of the ring-ropes, nearest to the table of the curious gentleman who have now put headsets on. DEMONICA: Our product, needs no help... and our roster couldn't get any better. Afterall, it is fairly hard to improve upon perfection. Yet, I feel it is my duty, to always strive for as great a product, I can.. for you.... She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting. DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She trails off, waving her hands around with a scrunched up face, as if trying to recall something to memory. She holds out her finger, in the universal sign of remembrance.
DEMONICA: AH! I know... just the word I was trying to find. It fits perfectly! The first PPV back since the CWF's re-inception, is not your mere telecast. It's a technological step-ahead in our industry, by our physical setup and our cutting-edge crowd pleaser, the CWF TELETRON! We're lightyears ahead of our peers when talking about the sheer volume of talented superstars, I mean... seriously, folks... Kitten, Micheal Graves, Sean Graves, Cyren, Raziel, KoRe, Extreme Warrior... the list is comparably endless. We are so much MORE, then what our competition is. And that word... the greatest and simplest way to describe this PPV, and this company as a whole, is.... S-U-P-E-R-I-O-R! She laughs, as a huge portion of the audience, is continuously booing her, expressedly wearing their XWF T-shirts and paraphenalia.. Yet, a decently-sized section of the crowd is cheering heavily. They are wearing Dynasty Wrestling merchandise. Demonica, just stands there are she takes it all in. Her grin is pure swiss. DEMONICA: Yes, yes.. I know this is a developmental territory for the XWF. We are a 'feeder' federation, but that is not to say that this little pond isn't full of big fish! No, no... it's purely financial, our dependance on the XWF. It is for that reason, I will derive great pleasure in seeing TEAM CWF, take home the XWF World Title at Zero Tolerance, after savaging and dismantling the XWF crew at their 7th Year Anniversary Special, 05-05-05! Yet, that is neither here nor there. She smiles, her grin becoming a bit facetious. The crowd is as antsy as always, as they fight amongst themselves, hustling and bustlign to vendors and concessions. Demonica's facial expression changes a tad, as she walks to the edge of the ring-ropes, nearest to the table of the curious gentleman who have now put headsets on. DEMONICA: Our product, needs no help... and our roster couldn't get any better. Afterall, it is fairly hard to improve upon perfection. Yet, I feel it is my duty, to always strive for as great a product, I can.. for you.... She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting. DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She laughs, as a huge portion of the audience, is continuously booing her, expressedly wearing their XWF T-shirts and paraphenalia.. Yet, a decently-sized section of the crowd is cheering heavily. They are wearing Dynasty Wrestling merchandise. Demonica, just stands there are she takes it all in. Her grin is pure swiss.
DEMONICA: Yes, yes.. I know this is a developmental territory for the XWF. We are a 'feeder' federation, but that is not to say that this little pond isn't full of big fish! No, no... it's purely financial, our dependance on the XWF. It is for that reason, I will derive great pleasure in seeing TEAM CWF, take home the XWF World Title at Zero Tolerance, after savaging and dismantling the XWF crew at their 7th Year Anniversary Special, 05-05-05! Yet, that is neither here nor there. She smiles, her grin becoming a bit facetious. The crowd is as antsy as always, as they fight amongst themselves, hustling and bustlign to vendors and concessions. Demonica's facial expression changes a tad, as she walks to the edge of the ring-ropes, nearest to the table of the curious gentleman who have now put headsets on. DEMONICA: Our product, needs no help... and our roster couldn't get any better. Afterall, it is fairly hard to improve upon perfection. Yet, I feel it is my duty, to always strive for as great a product, I can.. for you.... She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting. DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She smiles, her grin becoming a bit facetious. The crowd is as antsy as always, as they fight amongst themselves, hustling and bustlign to vendors and concessions. Demonica's facial expression changes a tad, as she walks to the edge of the ring-ropes, nearest to the table of the curious gentleman who have now put headsets on.
DEMONICA: Our product, needs no help... and our roster couldn't get any better. Afterall, it is fairly hard to improve upon perfection. Yet, I feel it is my duty, to always strive for as great a product, I can.. for you.... She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting. DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She pulls the microphone away, and holds out both arms, in a sickeningly sweet display of acting.
DEMONICA:... the greatly valued, powerfully circulative... CWF Audience... let's hear it for you guys... a round of a pplause! She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her. Her clapping stops. DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She begins clapping her hands, and mimicking a tear in her eye, comically brushing it away. Several hundred fans in the audience clap with her.
Her clapping stops.
DEMONICA: However, I've got to keep things copacetic. So, I've brought in a special team of new CWF crew! Some who will be doing part-time duty, tonight... and some who will be pulling the full mule. She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt. DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She points to a blonde woman, who is now only visible to us, standing by the side of the table at ringside. She shyly brushes away a lock of her golden hair. She is wearing a halter top, and a short leather mini-skirt.
DEMONICA:That gorgeous gal over there, is the new official Ring Announcer for the CWF! Her name is Taylor Capretti, and I have full confidence, that each and everyone of you, will find her...unique style, pleasing and satisfactory. The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory. Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence. DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
The crowd hoots and hollers. They find other 'assets' of the young woman, pleasing... and satisfactory.
Pointing her finger at the curious gentleman, the CWF Owner, explains their appearence.
DEMONICA: Now, these two FINE, gentleman right here... well, they're a bit of an experiment. My search for appropriate CWF Announcers, spanned the expanse of the globe. I sought high, I sought low... I got high, I did blow... you know, you know.. the whole shebang. Yet, in my search... a never-wavering sense of trepidation has forced me to hold back from pushing commentators upon you... so in the interest of the entire CWF, and with respec to that DUELLY beloved audience... yes, that's you.. Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder. DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
Once again, she fakely claps respect to the audience, as they begin booing her even louder.
DEMONICA: Alright, alright... I got it, you guys couldn't dare to part with me! However, as I was saying... I was a tad cautious to just spring some new guys on all of you, so for tonight only... I'm going to allow them to call ONE match. Namely.... Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face. DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
Her head cocks to the side, as darkness spreads across her face.
DEMONICA: ... MY MATCH! So, I'll be the lil' soldier of the CWF, and take the risk for all of us. My... mystery opponent, and DON'T YOU THINK, I'll let you know who it is yet... and I, will put on a classic match for the CWF Ownership, in a firy infernio, that's spanish for... well...Inferno, match that's sure of becoming an all-time addition into the annels of wrestling lore. Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile. DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
Resting her head downward, trying to think of something else to say, she is lost in thought. Abruptly she comes back out of it. wither her cheap plastic smile.
DEMONICA: Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell each and everyon-- She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat. The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
She flips the double bird again at the crowd, as we hear the microphone smack hard against the ringmat.
The boo's nearly drown her, as she makes her way out of the ring, and to the back.
MICHEAL GRAVES: Hello, world... it's nice to meet you... can I get your name? His face is all we see, excpt for a crack of light, allowing us a gleary view of the brick wall behind him. The challenger for the CWF World Title, is a man of lucid madness. His grin is crimson and cracked, with a dash of charred darkness, expertly crafted onto his face. His tongue is dyed black, as it reaches out wetting his lips, as he raspily breathes and chuckles. MICHEAL GRAVES: Oh... what's that? What's your name again, I barely hear---oh? Chaos? It's... interesting, but fitting. Your parents give you tha- oh? They did... oh, their children too? Hmmm... Shaking his head, from side to side... the man's psychotic grin fails, and he tilts his head to the side. Standingup, the Camera zooms out, as we hear a bang off to the right... ???: What are you blabbering about now, kid? A wobbly man, is seen. His eyes, a slate gray, connect with Micheal's, signifying familiarity. Micheal Graves walks over to him, and extends a hand. MICHEAL GRAVES: Terry... TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
His face is all we see, excpt for a crack of light, allowing us a gleary view of the brick wall behind him. The challenger for the CWF World Title, is a man of lucid madness. His grin is crimson and cracked, with a dash of charred darkness, expertly crafted onto his face. His tongue is dyed black, as it reaches out wetting his lips, as he raspily breathes and chuckles.
MICHEAL GRAVES: Oh... what's that? What's your name again, I barely hear---oh? Chaos? It's... interesting, but fitting. Your parents give you tha- oh? They did... oh, their children too? Hmmm... Shaking his head, from side to side... the man's psychotic grin fails, and he tilts his head to the side. Standingup, the Camera zooms out, as we hear a bang off to the right... ???: What are you blabbering about now, kid? A wobbly man, is seen. His eyes, a slate gray, connect with Micheal's, signifying familiarity. Micheal Graves walks over to him, and extends a hand. MICHEAL GRAVES: Terry... TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
Shaking his head, from side to side... the man's psychotic grin fails, and he tilts his head to the side. Standingup, the Camera zooms out, as we hear a bang off to the right...
???: What are you blabbering about now, kid? A wobbly man, is seen. His eyes, a slate gray, connect with Micheal's, signifying familiarity. Micheal Graves walks over to him, and extends a hand. MICHEAL GRAVES: Terry... TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
A wobbly man, is seen. His eyes, a slate gray, connect with Micheal's, signifying familiarity. Micheal Graves walks over to him, and extends a hand.
MICHEAL GRAVES: Terry... TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
TERRY BLACKSTONE: Look, man... if you're going to be pulling your creepy, 'creatre of the night', bullshit... I'll have to choose to see what's behind door number '3', and get the hell out of here. The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs. MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
The gloomy man known as the Dark Warrior, scoffs.
MICHEAL GRAVES: World's not too bright, and life's not that great, my man... and tonight, that kind of shit is hitting the fan, 'cuz I'm slinging it myself. Tonight... I change the rules. The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway. Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge. TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
The elderly man shakes his head as he whistles, as a couple of known CWF wrestlers walk past him. KoRe, who stumbles forward, and slips to the ground, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and mumbling about the 'wizadry of the miniscule blue people...', as Enforcer hefts him to his feet, and hefts him up by his collar and walks him down the hallway.
Micheal and Terry watch the odd duo march past them, but then Terry comes to his senses, and eyes his young protoge.
TERRY BLACKSTONE: Rules are a powerful thing, Micheal. Let them bend... and like you said, there truly is chaos. However, break them... and it's not so pretty. In fact, it's downright ugly. Pure, unadulterated Anarchy, is the road to armageddon. So rules... those aren't made by you. You don't make or break them, Micheal. They make or break you. The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
The man walks away, leaving Micheal to stew in his thoughts.
Singles Match -Normal Rules Wonderboy vs. Chuck Conlon
Wonderboy and Chuck Conlon get face to face in the middle of the ring and Wonderboy is grinning in Conlon's face while Conlon has a smirk of his own. The bell sounds and the two superstars start to circle each other. Conlon appears to make the first move as he rushes Wonderboy. The two lockup and Conlon quickly gets Wonderboy into a headlock. Wonderboy pushes Conlon off and into the ropes. Conlon bounces back and hits a shoulder block on Wonderboy, knocking him down to the mat. Wonderboy quickly gets back up to his feet, looking at Conlon a little surprised.
Wonderboy fixes his hair a bit and nods his head with a smirk. Conlon smiles back and the two start circling each other again. They lock up again and after during a display of power, Wonderboy is able to push Conlon back into the ropes. Wonderboy then whips Conlon, but Conlon reverses. Wonderboy bounces off the ropes and comes back to meet a clothesline across the throat. Wonderboy scrambles back up to his feet to his feet with that look of shock again as Conlon continues to smirk.
A little irate now, Wonderboy goes to lockup with Conlon once more. Just as they about to do so, Wonderboy kicks Conlon in the gut and then starts a series of hard rights. Conlon tries to cover up as he is forced into the corner. Wonderboy took a moment to taunt Conlon, but a moment was all Conlon needed as he grabbed Wonderboy and turned the assault on him. Wonderboy moves out of the corner to the center of the ropes as Conlon continues the assault. Conlon backs away and mocks Wonderboy's taunt. Conlon goes to clothesline Wonderboy, but Wonderboy ducks down, grabbing the top rope and sending Conlon flying to the outside. Wonderboy tries to catch his breath as the ref starts his 10-Count on Conlon who is struggling to get back up to his feet.
Wonderboy climbs out of the ring to grab Conlon by the hair. After a couple of shot to the face, Wonderboy takes Conlon and whips him into the ring steps shoulder first. Conlon grabs his shoulder in pain as Wonderboy is in control of the match. Wonderboy picks Conlon up and rolls him into the ring. Wonderboy quickly slides in and goes for the cover. 1...2...Conlon kickouts.
Wonderboy picked Conlon up and executed a snap suplex. He again went for the pin and Conlon quickly kicked out. Wonderboy mounts Conlon and started punching him in the face in which the ref gets involved and pulls Wonderboy off. Wonderboy and the ref get into a verbal argument, giving Conlon enough time to recover. After dealing with the ref, Wonderboy turns around and as he bent down to pick Conlon up, Conlon quickly rolls him up in a pin. 1...2... Wonderboy kicks out. Wonderboy quickly gets back up to his feet as does Conlon. Wonderboy goes for a clothesline, but Conlon ducks it and the moment Wonderboy turns around, he is met with foot to face as Conlon hits him with a Heel Kick, sending Wonderboy falling back to the mat.
Conlon drops down to a knee and pins Wonderboy, hooking the leg. 1...2... Wonderboy barely kicks out before 3 and Conlon can't believe it. Conlon picks Wonderboy up and then whips him hard into the corner, causing Wonderboy to crash chest first into the turnbuckles. Wonderboy is down and in a lot of pain as he holds his chest, trying to catch his breath. Conlon has a smirk on his face now as he picks Wonderboy back up and whips him hard in the opposite corner and again, Wonderboy crashes hard. Wonderboy is holding his chest as Conlon continues to grin.
Conlon stands over Wonderboy and starts kicking him in the chest along with kneeing him. Wonderboy tires to cover up, but when he does, Conlon is hits him in the head, causing Wonderboy to let up. The ref pulls Conlon off of Wonderboy who is looking to be on his last leg. While Conlon exchanges words with the ref, Wonderboy makes it back up to his feet. Conlon turns around and goes to punch Wonderboy, but Wonderboy blocks it and connects with a punch of his own. Conlon staggers back a little and then comes back for another, but Wonderboy again blocks it and connects with another punch. Conlon goes for one more punch and Wonderboy blocks that one as well. Wonderboy then starts connecting with a series of punches, forcing Conlon into the ropes. Wonderboy goes to whip Conlon, but Conlon reverses and whips Wonderboy instead. Wonderboy bounces back and ducks an attempted clothesline by Conlon. Wonderboy then bounces off the opposite ropes and the two collide after both attempting a clothesline on each other. Both men are down and out as the ref starts his 10 count.
Just as the ref is about to count 10, both Conlon and Wonderboy get up to their feet. After staggering for a moment, Wonderboy goes to clotheslines Conlon, but Conlon reverses it and locks Wonderboy in the Conlon Crossface. Wonderboy is yelling out in pain as he tries crawling for the ropes. Conlon tightens the hold, but Wonderboy was able to reach the ropes. Conlon doesn't break the hold and the ref starts his 5 count. Conlon finally breaks it and starts kicking Wonderboy repeatedly in the head. Conlon then picks Wonderboy up and hits him with the Conlon Crusher. Conlon makes the cover. 1...2...3!!!
Winner: Chuck Conlon
We find ourselves... sheathed.
There is little around us visible, blanketed by an odd sheen of darkness. There are two un-ending walls, as far as we can tell. Light, reflected by a torch is bright upon one, dim along the other. Two lone figures are in the room, their shadows the only thing seen.
MELKIAH: Enes vi trivitec maundala zwarte die furies..... repeat it. The other figure nods, his blonde hair shimmering in the twilight of his torch, his face barely outlined. RAZIEL: Enes vi trivitec maundala zwarte die furies. MELKIAH: Good. I feel your energy... these incantations will allow you to better balance yourself when confronted with the power that lies within you. RAZIEL: What? So this is a form of... meditation? Sleep? The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows... MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
The other figure nods, his blonde hair shimmering in the twilight of his torch, his face barely outlined.
RAZIEL: Enes vi trivitec maundala zwarte die furies. MELKIAH: Good. I feel your energy... these incantations will allow you to better balance yourself when confronted with the power that lies within you. RAZIEL: What? So this is a form of... meditation? Sleep? The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows... MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
MELKIAH: Good. I feel your energy... these incantations will allow you to better balance yourself when confronted with the power that lies within you. RAZIEL: What? So this is a form of... meditation? Sleep? The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows... MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
RAZIEL: What? So this is a form of... meditation? Sleep? The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows... MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
The other man is quiet for a brief moment, before his head nods, all we can see is the shadows still. Nothing but shadows...
MELKIAH: Think of it more like... de ja vu. Try to... remember the past, as if it was your future. Know that you have done something, and you have. Simply understand that the feat is accomplished, and it will be as so. The powers we possess, reside in everyone... but for the others, they have but fragments of a whole, shards of a power that was broken irrepairably eons ago. We though, we're purer in form, and more concentrated in spirit. The better, we are not, Merely the more fortunate. RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
RAZIEL: You are wise, Melkiah... that's evident, but wisdom isn't everything. I need to have a hold of the power in myself, to defeat the foes I know are coming. They are strong.... KoRe is a veteran warrior, and Regan Chambers is a virulent soldier. These men are not meak, and it will take everything I have to quell them. MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
MELKIAH: Not everything, Olde one... not everything. You have so much more then you'll ever know. The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low. RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
The shadow's look upwards, but one now drops low.
RAZIEL: But... is it enough? The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple. MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
The other shadow reaches forward and places a hand upon his disciple.
MELKIAH: It always will be, Master Raziel.... always.
Singles Match -Normal Rules Alexander Cutwright vs. Enforcer
The two competitors have slowly made their way to the ring, taking their time in this momentous matchup. The crowd is in a roar, as the referee calls for the bell, signifying the commencement of the match!
DING DING DING!!
Cutwright is the first one to act, rushing at Enforcer at a dead run. Enforcer is quick to react, much quicker then Cutwright could have assumed, because Enforcer snapped up a european uppercut, knocking his rival back a few steps. Cutwright stumbles, and Enforcer presses the opprotunity, hitting a drop toe hold on Cutwright. Bringing his hands to his face, Cutwright rolls around in the ring, as we see a small splatter of blood left on the canvas. As Enforcer drags Cutwright to his feet, we see that blood is slowly trickling out of Cutwright's nose. The rabid beast though doesn't lay down, as he snaps a crescent kick into Enforcer's midsection. Enforcer bends down holding his stomach, allowing Cutwright to hit a solid DDT!! He goes for a Pin. ONE...TW-!! Kickout by Enforcer. Enforcer rolls to his feet, along his back like a languid cheetah. Cutwright runs, enraged at Enforcer aiming for a RUNING LARIANT, BUT Enforcer REVERSES! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Cutwright is fighting it! He's fighting it, getting to his knees! He's trying to twist out..He rolls his own shoulder, and escapes! He swings a knee at Enforcer, but it's ill-wasted, as Enforcer shrugs it off and drops a knee into the back of Cutwright. He does this a few more times, as Cutwright lays there. Then, Enforcer climbs the top rope and signals for THE CHOKE SLAM!!!! Enforcer locks eyes with Alex for a moment, and then he falters. He looks around himself, at the thousands of fans, then back at Cutwright! Cutwright isn't moving, his eyes also locked on Enforcer's.
Enforcer shakes his head, and listens to the audience. THE CROWD IS AMPED! And without further adiue, Enforcer JUMPS, AND HITS THE DEATH Enforcer!!! BANNNNNG! The ring is shaking from the fluid and beautiful move! Ref counts....ONE...TWO....THREE!!!
Winner and recalled to the XWF Roster: Enforcer
....M--ma---my...-madness... We are in the backstage area of the CWF Arena, staring at a door. Not just any door though, but a dressing-room door. And not just ANY dres-- STAFF: Hey, you in there? Get your shit together man... The stocky man, his hair falling to his shoulders in curls, knocks heavily on the door after speaking. Receiving no reply, he waves his hands at the door, and strides away. Blood seeps under the door... WHAT? Whose blood is this...wait... Whose dressing room does this belong to??? We stare up at the tile attatched to the door. "S E A N G R A V E S"
We are in the backstage area of the CWF Arena, staring at a door. Not just any door though, but a dressing-room door. And not just ANY dres-- STAFF: Hey, you in there? Get your shit together man... The stocky man, his hair falling to his shoulders in curls, knocks heavily on the door after speaking. Receiving no reply, he waves his hands at the door, and strides away. Blood seeps under the door... WHAT? Whose blood is this...wait... Whose dressing room does this belong to??? We stare up at the tile attatched to the door. "S E A N G R A V E S"
STAFF: Hey, you in there? Get your shit together man... The stocky man, his hair falling to his shoulders in curls, knocks heavily on the door after speaking. Receiving no reply, he waves his hands at the door, and strides away. Blood seeps under the door... WHAT? Whose blood is this...wait... Whose dressing room does this belong to??? We stare up at the tile attatched to the door. "S E A N G R A V E S"
The stocky man, his hair falling to his shoulders in curls, knocks heavily on the door after speaking. Receiving no reply, he waves his hands at the door, and strides away.
Blood seeps under the door...
WHAT? Whose blood is this...wait...
Whose dressing room does this belong to???
We stare up at the tile attatched to the door.
"S E A N G R A V E S"
Singles Match Battle Royal Extreme Warrior, Triple X, Faith vs. Aaron Fraser,Will Evans, J-Money
All 6 of the match's combatants are in the ring, when Demonica's music hits and she walks onto stage with a microphone. DEMONICA: Aaron Fraser, Will Evans, J-Money, and Triple X.... GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING! I heard about the backstage stuff you four pulled, and it won't be tolerated. So here... right now, I'm dressing you all down. GET OUT, GO Home... be at the next Assault, and be ready to fight. I'll have something special cooked up for all of you! That being said, the 4 subjects in question, nod their heads at one another as if caught with their hand in the cookie jar. They walk out of the ring, leaving Extreme Warrior and Faith! This just became a SINGLES MATCH!!! The match begins with Faith in the ring. She is amped and ready for action. The Ref signals for the bell. DING DING DING!!! Warrior begins the match with a clothesline, but Faith coutners with a drop toe hold. Warrior hits the ground hard but quickly recovers, flinging bakc to his feet and smashing Faith in the mouth with a thunderous right hand. She flies into the ring ropes, as Warrior charges. She ducks down and Warrior flies to the outside of the ring, hitting the cold cement floor. He rubs his head, as Faith jumps over the ropes, in a swan dive. She hits Warrior hard, but richochets off and hits the railing as well, her shoulder snapping into the border. Warrior is the first to get up, but Faith is able to knock him off his feet with a swift crescent kick. Warrior looks up as Faith attempts a quick elbow drop, and he rolls out of the way, as she smacks her elbow into the floor. She holds it as Warrior grips her back from the floor, and presses her up in the air with a HUGE Gorilla Press Slam! He then tosses her WAY INTO THE AIR, and laughs as her body slams into the guarding once again. The crowd looks on excited, as Warrior gives them the thumbs up. He turns around to work back on Faith, but she kicks him in the groin. He bends over and she retaliates with a DDT onto the cold slab surface. Warrior again holds his head, as Faith crawlsd on top of the barrier. She hops off and lands an Ass-Kisser on Warrior, smashing his face into the floor, as blood splatters under him. When she jumps off and tugs ihm to his feet, he's bleeding... but Warrior waves it off, as he hits a quick european uppercut on Faith, making her reel. Seeing his opprotunity, he HIT'S THE EXTREME PAIN!!! EXTREME PAIN!! Faith slams against the mat, as Extreme Warrior rolls her up. ONE.......TWO......THREE..... Winner: Hellfire X
That being said, the 4 subjects in question, nod their heads at one another as if caught with their hand in the cookie jar. They walk out of the ring, leaving Extreme Warrior and Faith! This just became a SINGLES MATCH!!!
The match begins with Faith in the ring. She is amped and ready for action.
The Ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Warrior begins the match with a clothesline, but Faith coutners with a drop toe hold. Warrior hits the ground hard but quickly recovers, flinging bakc to his feet and smashing Faith in the mouth with a thunderous right hand. She flies into the ring ropes, as Warrior charges. She ducks down and Warrior flies to the outside of the ring, hitting the cold cement floor. He rubs his head, as Faith jumps over the ropes, in a swan dive. She hits Warrior hard, but richochets off and hits the railing as well, her shoulder snapping into the border. Warrior is the first to get up, but Faith is able to knock him off his feet with a swift crescent kick. Warrior looks up as Faith attempts a quick elbow drop, and he rolls out of the way, as she smacks her elbow into the floor. She holds it as Warrior grips her back from the floor, and presses her up in the air with a HUGE Gorilla Press Slam! He then tosses her WAY INTO THE AIR, and laughs as her body slams into the guarding once again. The crowd looks on excited, as Warrior gives them the thumbs up. He turns around to work back on Faith, but she kicks him in the groin. He bends over and she retaliates with a DDT onto the cold slab surface. Warrior again holds his head, as Faith crawlsd on top of the barrier. She hops off and lands an Ass-Kisser on Warrior, smashing his face into the floor, as blood splatters under him. When she jumps off and tugs ihm to his feet, he's bleeding... but Warrior waves it off, as he hits a quick european uppercut on Faith, making her reel.
Seeing his opprotunity, he HIT'S THE EXTREME PAIN!!! EXTREME PAIN!!
Faith slams against the mat, as Extreme Warrior rolls her up.
ONE.......TWO......THREE..... Winner: Hellfire X
Winner: Hellfire X
Singles Match Inferno-Ownership Match ??? vs. Demonica
Mike Diamond: Joey, this match confuses the hell out of me! Mike Diamond: Hey, you are not the only one who is confused. I am not surprised by the fact that there is going to be an ownership match. Demonica is all about the ratings. But… Why would she book the match herself? Mike Diamond: It doesn't make one bit of sense. I can only hope our great owner knows what she is getting herself into… The bell rings three times… Taylor Capretti:: The following match is an Inferno match and it is for the Ownership of the Corporate Wrestling Federation! First, on her way to the ring… ‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway. Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Mike Diamond: Hey, you are not the only one who is confused. I am not surprised by the fact that there is going to be an ownership match. Demonica is all about the ratings. But… Why would she book the match herself? Mike Diamond: It doesn't make one bit of sense. I can only hope our great owner knows what she is getting herself into… The bell rings three times… Taylor Capretti:: The following match is an Inferno match and it is for the Ownership of the Corporate Wrestling Federation! First, on her way to the ring… ‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway. Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Mike Diamond: It doesn't make one bit of sense. I can only hope our great owner knows what she is getting herself into… The bell rings three times… Taylor Capretti:: The following match is an Inferno match and it is for the Ownership of the Corporate Wrestling Federation! First, on her way to the ring… ‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway. Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The bell rings three times…
Taylor Capretti:: The following match is an Inferno match and it is for the Ownership of the Corporate Wrestling Federation! First, on her way to the ring… ‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway. Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
‘Dead Girl Superstar’ by Rob Zombie hits the P.A. system. Demonica appears from a wall of fire that bursts on the rampway.
Taylor Capretti:: She is the Corporate Wrestling Federation Owner… She is… DEMONICA! The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The fans go nuts as the owner makes her way to the ring with a surprising smile on her face. Demonica walks down to the ring and sees the metal object surrounding the ring that will soon be ablaze. Demonica climbs up the steel steps and she goes through the ropes. Demonica grabs the microphone from Taylor Capretti:. Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Demonica: Introducing my opponent… who may or may not become the owner of the CWF… I give you… The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion… UNTOUCHABLE!!!! He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed. Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them… Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The fans draw their attention to the stage. ‘Swinging the Dead’ by Devildriver hits the speakers. Out from the back comes… Former CWF World Champion…
UNTOUCHABLE!!!!
He was just fired last week, but here he comes with the opportunity of a lifetime. The fans are slightly disappointed.
Untouchable hits the ring and faces Demonica. Referee Mark Price calls for the bell and as it rings, the edges of the ring begin to catch fire until four walls of fire surround them…
Mike Diamond: This is not what I expected, but Demonica sure did give us a reason to tune in! Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring… Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Demonica and Untouchable lock up. Untouchable gains the advantage quickly as he shoves her to the ground. Demonica smiles as she backs into the corner. Untouchable has an odd look on his face. Just in front of Demonica, a hole appears in the ring…
Mike Diamond: What the hell is that? A hole just appeared! The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing… Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The hole becomes bigger as now what looks to be a hand is ripping through the ring. The hole becomes big enough for a person to fit in when it suddenly stops getting bigger. The arena lights go out! The only thing that can be seen is the fire that surrounds the ring until… A red spotlights hovers on the hole. Music begins to fill the arena. It is very disturbing…
Mike Diamond: What in God’s name are we witnessing? Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light… Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Smoke begins to rise from the hole as well does a silhouette of a very large figure. The smoke begins to fade away and the whole arena now is filled with red light…
Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Mike Diamond: OH MY GOD! The outline is now very clear… it is… HELLFIRE X!!!!!!! Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!! Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The outline is now very clear… it is…
HELLFIRE X!!!!!!!
Hellfire X is here and he stands in front of Demonica. Untouchable backs as far as he can into the corner. Hellfire X stalks him. Hellfire X grabs his arm and pulls him into a reverse DDT position. Hellfire X spins him around and nails a much quicker version of the ‘X-Virus’. From the stage, a black semi-truck starts to back to the ring. Slowly it gets to the ring while Hellfire X watches it. Finally, it nudges the ring and is now stopped. Hellfire X grabs the FACE of Untouchable and sticks it into the fire!!!
Mike Diamond: That is sick! NOOO! What is he doing to him??? Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely… Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Untouchable is screaming in pain. Hellfire X picks him up and tosses him over the top rope through the wall of fire and into the back of the truck. The doors close on there own and the truck takes off. In the ring, Hellfire X and Demonica face each other… Demonica hands him a microphone and the flames begin to fade, but not completely…
Hellfire X: Guess who is back??? Ha ha… That is right, ME! Do you all remember how Demonica was told to fake the death in the car accident? She did it perfect. Only, she was recognized eventually. You can thank the media for that. Well, in the car… contrary to what she told you, she was not hurt. Why? Because I dropped her off way before the accident and told her to catch up to it and act like she was hurt! She wasn’t near the car until it was all over!!! A coup, it was a scheme... and you ALL fell for it!! The crowd is slightly shocked… Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The crowd is slightly shocked…
Hellfire X: But that is not the real story. The real story is myself. I WAS in the car. I slammed into the truck which was one of MY trucks that was placed there! And the cops? They were all hired by me! I crashed and I bailed though…! Sure, I was hurt… But I recovered! Remember the funeral? It wasn’t open to the public for a reason. I wasn’t being buried; I was having a party on the success of my plan. Eventually, I returned to the house that I had burned down about 7 months ago. I rebuilt that pile of crap that sits in the middle of nowhere in Arizona… The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock. Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The crowd is cheering, but their voices are definitely showing signs of shock.
Hellfire X: When I finished, I sat biding my time until I made my return tonight. Untouchable thought he had an opportunity, but he was no more than my stage for a return. Sorry it had to end like that buddy… but… I am here now and I have a lot of work to do. First, I will name the NEW general manager of the CWF! I have a lot of wrestling to catch up on and I simply cannot control all of this all the time. So let me name the general manager… His name is…. CYREN!!! The crowd does not know what to think!! Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The crowd does not know what to think!!
Mike Diamond: WOW, CYREN as GM?!? Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Hellfire X: And well, to do that, I need to BE the owner… The crowd is confused at this point. Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
The crowd is confused at this point.
Mike Diamond: How is he planning on take his ownership back? Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out. Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire! Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Hellfire X goes up to Demonica who is smiling. He places a cloth, which turns out to be fireproof, on her hand. The cloth encompasses her enitre hand except for an ‘X’ that is cut out.
Hellfire X grabs her hand and places it in the fire!
Mike Diamond: What the hell! Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell… Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Demonica’s hand is getting burnt on this missing spot. The cover is removed and a few seconds later Demonica’s hand can be seen. An ‘X’ is burnt on it! Hellfire X looks at the referee and the ref calls for the bell…
Taylor Capretti:: Here is your winner and the NEW Owner of the CWF… HELLFIRE X! Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event… Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Hellfire X puts on the cover and burns an X on his hand as his name is announced as the winner. Hellfire X and Demonica kiss in the center of the ring with their hands smoking from the burns… The show goes to an advertisement for the next pay per view event…
Mike Diamond: Unbelievable…
Singles Match #1 Contendership Triple Threat Kore and Raziel vs. Regan Chambers
The match begins with all the combatants in the ring except KoRe. The room begins to turn dark, as the arena is instantly bathed in darkness, as the lights dim. THE ORDER pentegram flickers on the ring and titantron, as the chilly themesong swafts around the arena. KoRe walks out from the curtain, walking along with Melkiah, who is draped in a hood. He holds out his arms in a 'What Can you Do?' expression. He steps into the ring slowly once to ringside, and mock-bows to KoRe. The ref puts them in their respective corners and calls for the bell, to commence the match!
DING DING DING!!!!!
KoRe starts the match with a HUGE SPEAR ON KoRe! KoRe impacts the mat, suprised by the spry KoRe! He rolls out of the way of a well-placed stomp from KoRe, only to corner himself against the turnbuckle. KoRe sees his chance and presses it, running forward in a suicide dive! He smashes into KoRe like a torpedo, smacking into his chest. He bounces off and rolls against the mat, as a deep blue bruise begins settling in on KoRe. KoRe automatically stats jumping up and down on the mat, riggling, as he holds his chest trying to regain his breath. KoRe though, rolls back toh is feet, and grips KoRe by the hair. He tugs him to his feet and goes for a kick, but KoRe smacks it away and hits a MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE! KoRe hits the mat hard, as KoRe stumbles back to the turnbuckle, clutching his sternum. He looks at the crowd, then at KoRe with a grin and begins climbing the ropes!! He gets to the top rope and holds his arms out, and then shrugs and HITS A FROG SPLASH! A FROG SPLASH FROM THE CORNER!! KoRe is smushed into the ring, as KoRe rattles across it, himself jumping up and down and grunting as his chest forces him to double over in pain. Raziel rolls out of the ring.
KoRe tries to get up, but Regan Chambers hits him in the head as he jumps into the match finally, just as KoRe is climbing to the top rope. Regan Chambers sees this.
Chambers runs to him and tries to push him off the top, but KoRe kicks him in the face. Chambers sputters back as KoRe flies off of the top in a suicide dive. He hits the man hard and Chambers flies completely out of the ring. KoRe rubs his shoulder where he had hit the man, and walks staunchly over to the ring ropes. Looking left and right, he hops over the ropes and to the outside, missing Chambers and bouncing off of the guarding rail. He holds his neck as Chambers hit's a Japanese Takedown. KoRe falls and holds his neck, and rolls to the side.Chambers presses the advantage and picks KoRe up and hitting a Press Slam on him, over the steel steps. KoRe holds his back in agony, as Chambers climbs the ring. He jumps of fof it as the crowd roars approval. BANG!
Chambers's leg drapes across KoRe's neck and the man rolls around, as he chokes. Chambers drags him back into the ring by his leg, and then proceeds to beat the crap out of him with lefts and rights. KoRe begins bleeding profusely from his left eye, as Chambers stands ihm on his feet. Chambers slaps his leg and goes for a Superkick, but Raz ducks and swipes his standing lef out from under him, rolling him up.
ONE......TWO..THR---KICKOUT!!! HE ALMOST HAD HIM!!
Regan Chambers rolls out and then jumps to his feet, hitting a chop on KoRe. KoRe rocks back as Chambers tries to him again, but this time KoRe counters the hold, putting Chambers in a fuji Armbar. He brings Chambers to his knees and wretches back on the hold. But Chambers won't submit, even as the ref bothers him with the query. Chambers tries to roll his shoulder. but it won't give, so he begins trying a hiptoss! He eventually gets it and sends KoRe flying over him. KoRe smacks the mat, as Chambers hits a quick elbow drop. KoRe hold's his chest, as Chambers stumbles over to the corner, holding his Arm. KoRe looks at Chambers as he gets to his knee. Chambers runs at KoRe and..... KoRe monkey flips him to the outside!
As KoRe collects his breath for a few minutes, Raziel slides back into the ring with a steel crowbar. KoRe is rising back to his feet, breathing heavily, and is cracked in the leg with the foreign object, he drops forward in a hurry, just as Raziel swings the pipe again right into the top of his head. KoRe falls back limp, and Raziel goes for the Cover!
ONE..........TWO.........THREE!!!!
Winner and NEW #1 Contender: Raziel
Singles Match Singles Match Cyren vs. Kitten
In the backstage area... we find Hellfire X, waving his arms around, as he talks to someone. HELLFIRE X: Please, understand... you're a valuable commodity! ???: You're afraid I'll get hurt? Or is it that I'll hurt him? The NEW Owner of the CWF, motions his hands negatively. HELLFIRE X: No, it's not that... it's just, XWF's 05-05-05 is but a few days away, so I need my marquee players, namely you AND Cyren, in top shape! Kitten stands undisturbed. KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
HELLFIRE X: Please, understand... you're a valuable commodity! ???: You're afraid I'll get hurt? Or is it that I'll hurt him? The NEW Owner of the CWF, motions his hands negatively. HELLFIRE X: No, it's not that... it's just, XWF's 05-05-05 is but a few days away, so I need my marquee players, namely you AND Cyren, in top shape! Kitten stands undisturbed. KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
???: You're afraid I'll get hurt? Or is it that I'll hurt him? The NEW Owner of the CWF, motions his hands negatively. HELLFIRE X: No, it's not that... it's just, XWF's 05-05-05 is but a few days away, so I need my marquee players, namely you AND Cyren, in top shape! Kitten stands undisturbed. KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
The NEW Owner of the CWF, motions his hands negatively.
HELLFIRE X: No, it's not that... it's just, XWF's 05-05-05 is but a few days away, so I need my marquee players, namely you AND Cyren, in top shape! Kitten stands undisturbed. KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
Kitten stands undisturbed.
KITTEN: You owe me. HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
HELLFIRE X: I do, I swear.. but this match, I just thought about it... the risk is too high. Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird. KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
Shaking her head, Kitten flips Hellfire the bird.
KITTEN: Don't worry... your precious commodity will be at 05-05-05.... She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes. Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go... HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
She walks away, swiveling her hips as she goes.
Wetting his lips and grinning, the Owner watches her go...
HELLFIRE X: Precious Commodity, indeed...
Singles Match CWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP Micheal Graves vs. Sean Graves
TAYLOR CAPRETTI: Introducing first... wieghing in at--- oh you know what? The young woman, immediately snaps out of her formal introduction, her smile lolling to the side. TAYLOR CAPRETTI: These two gentleman are fucked up in the head... they don't need individual introductions, they're twins for god's sake! They're fucked up, homicidal, suicidal, infacidal lunatics! She motions for them to come out, and at first... Micheal Graves comes to the ring to no music, soon followed by his brother Sean. DING DING DING. The match begins and Micheal runs at Sean,a ttempting a shoulder tackle, but Sean just grabs the back of Micheal's head and tosses him into the ropes, hitting him with a DDT on the way back. Micheal lay's stunned on the ground, amazed that such a Rookie could do that to him. He rolls to his feet, with a smug grin on his face and shurgs his shoulders. He runs again at Sean and attempts a clothesline, but the young upstart hits a reverse crucifix pin! ONE......TWO........SHOULDER!!! Micheal slugs his sibling off of him, and seems to finally take Sean seriously. He looks the man up and down, and then nods his head. He brings his hand upward and motions for Sean to 'bring it.' Sean most certainly does as he runs at Micheal, but then runs sideways of him and hops onto the ring ropes, bouncing off of them in a beautiful arc that sends him flying smack into Micheal's chest! The two men roll to the ground, and slide across the ring. Micheal begins a series of punches into Sean's side, as Sean latches onto Micheal in a vicious headlock. The two men wretch and pound on eachother for a moment, but Micheal gets the momentum he needs. He stands up slowly, making his way to his feet. He picks Sean up in a back-body suplex that makes the entire ring shake. Sean grimaces in agony, as Micheal begins another one, not quite able to shake Sean off. He picks Sean up again, letting him hand in the air...then...WAIT!! COUNTER-BULLDOG! BULLDOG!! BOOOOOOOOMMM!! Micheal's head bounces off the mat, as Sean rolls over to the side for a moment, trying to regain his breath. The two men looks completely spent as the ref begins counting them both down. They are both up at 6, and Micheal runs against the ropes and tries to take out Sean's knee, but Sean flips completely over Micheal, and hits a sweep kick. Micheal hits the mat as someone appears from backstage. It's KoRe! KoRe drunkenly stumbles down the rampway holding a bottle of beer. Getting to the ring, he stares around, his eyes glassy. KoRe: This isn't the bar... He drains his bottle of Jack Daniel's then throws it into the ring. Micheal looks at the bottle of Jack Daniels, and then at Sean. Sean looks slightly frightened, as Micheal stands back up, clutching the bottle in his hand.. Sean shakes his head and tries to hit a spear on Micheal, but Micheal sidesteps and SMASHES THE BOTTLE OF JACK DANIELS OVER SEANS HEAD!! THE BOTTLE EXPLODES, SENDING SHARDS OF GLASS EVERYWHERE!! Micheal smiles, as he drops to the ground, and rolls Sean over. He lays a foot over his brother, and puts on a pose. ONE......TWO..........KICKOUT!!!!!!!! Micheal can't believe it, he looks at the broken bottle in his hand...then at Sean, slowly rising to his feet. He looks at the bottle..and..what? He's poiting to the beer on the ground and telling Sean he made him waste it!! Sean gets up to his feet, and looks at the mad Micheal. He smiles and looks at the shard of glass in Micheal's hand, even as a large wound in his head begins flowing blood. He licks his lips and charges at Micheal!!! Micheal merely ducks under Sean's attempt, and kicks him in the stomach. Looking at the broken shard in his hand, he quirks his head and then STABS Sean RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER with another stray piece of glass!!! Sean screams out loud as a decent portion of blood pours out of him, the glass embedded. Micheal then takes the advantage and sets Sean up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX!! He hangs Sean in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. And as he starts to fall, Sean falls with him, shifting the momentum, and falling on his feet to the mat. Micheal looks suprised as Sean european uppercuts him right in under the jaw. He reaches into his back and rips out the bloody piece of glass, and looks at the bruised Micheal. He shakes his head and then STABS Micheal RIGHT IN THE CHEST!! OH MY GOD!! The glass, still slick with Sean's blood, is inserted into Micheal's sternum!! Micheal reaches down, and feels the blood as Sean sickeningly hits a quicksnap DDT Micheal lays there for a moment, still... as Sean jumps to the outside of the ring, snatching a microphone and...bumps into KoRe. The man known as a wrestling icon drunkenly slurs his words as he speaks. KoRe: Yoo--yoore...a purrrty...laddy...you's...got..a.purrrty...mouth... Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out! Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone. SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
The young woman, immediately snaps out of her formal introduction, her smile lolling to the side.
TAYLOR CAPRETTI: These two gentleman are fucked up in the head... they don't need individual introductions, they're twins for god's sake! They're fucked up, homicidal, suicidal, infacidal lunatics! She motions for them to come out, and at first... Micheal Graves comes to the ring to no music, soon followed by his brother Sean. DING DING DING. The match begins and Micheal runs at Sean,a ttempting a shoulder tackle, but Sean just grabs the back of Micheal's head and tosses him into the ropes, hitting him with a DDT on the way back. Micheal lay's stunned on the ground, amazed that such a Rookie could do that to him. He rolls to his feet, with a smug grin on his face and shurgs his shoulders. He runs again at Sean and attempts a clothesline, but the young upstart hits a reverse crucifix pin! ONE......TWO........SHOULDER!!! Micheal slugs his sibling off of him, and seems to finally take Sean seriously. He looks the man up and down, and then nods his head. He brings his hand upward and motions for Sean to 'bring it.' Sean most certainly does as he runs at Micheal, but then runs sideways of him and hops onto the ring ropes, bouncing off of them in a beautiful arc that sends him flying smack into Micheal's chest! The two men roll to the ground, and slide across the ring. Micheal begins a series of punches into Sean's side, as Sean latches onto Micheal in a vicious headlock. The two men wretch and pound on eachother for a moment, but Micheal gets the momentum he needs. He stands up slowly, making his way to his feet. He picks Sean up in a back-body suplex that makes the entire ring shake. Sean grimaces in agony, as Micheal begins another one, not quite able to shake Sean off. He picks Sean up again, letting him hand in the air...then...WAIT!! COUNTER-BULLDOG! BULLDOG!! BOOOOOOOOMMM!! Micheal's head bounces off the mat, as Sean rolls over to the side for a moment, trying to regain his breath. The two men looks completely spent as the ref begins counting them both down. They are both up at 6, and Micheal runs against the ropes and tries to take out Sean's knee, but Sean flips completely over Micheal, and hits a sweep kick. Micheal hits the mat as someone appears from backstage. It's KoRe! KoRe drunkenly stumbles down the rampway holding a bottle of beer. Getting to the ring, he stares around, his eyes glassy. KoRe: This isn't the bar... He drains his bottle of Jack Daniel's then throws it into the ring. Micheal looks at the bottle of Jack Daniels, and then at Sean. Sean looks slightly frightened, as Micheal stands back up, clutching the bottle in his hand.. Sean shakes his head and tries to hit a spear on Micheal, but Micheal sidesteps and SMASHES THE BOTTLE OF JACK DANIELS OVER SEANS HEAD!! THE BOTTLE EXPLODES, SENDING SHARDS OF GLASS EVERYWHERE!! Micheal smiles, as he drops to the ground, and rolls Sean over. He lays a foot over his brother, and puts on a pose. ONE......TWO..........KICKOUT!!!!!!!! Micheal can't believe it, he looks at the broken bottle in his hand...then at Sean, slowly rising to his feet. He looks at the bottle..and..what? He's poiting to the beer on the ground and telling Sean he made him waste it!! Sean gets up to his feet, and looks at the mad Micheal. He smiles and looks at the shard of glass in Micheal's hand, even as a large wound in his head begins flowing blood. He licks his lips and charges at Micheal!!! Micheal merely ducks under Sean's attempt, and kicks him in the stomach. Looking at the broken shard in his hand, he quirks his head and then STABS Sean RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER with another stray piece of glass!!! Sean screams out loud as a decent portion of blood pours out of him, the glass embedded. Micheal then takes the advantage and sets Sean up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX!! He hangs Sean in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. And as he starts to fall, Sean falls with him, shifting the momentum, and falling on his feet to the mat. Micheal looks suprised as Sean european uppercuts him right in under the jaw. He reaches into his back and rips out the bloody piece of glass, and looks at the bruised Micheal. He shakes his head and then STABS Micheal RIGHT IN THE CHEST!! OH MY GOD!! The glass, still slick with Sean's blood, is inserted into Micheal's sternum!! Micheal reaches down, and feels the blood as Sean sickeningly hits a quicksnap DDT Micheal lays there for a moment, still... as Sean jumps to the outside of the ring, snatching a microphone and...bumps into KoRe. The man known as a wrestling icon drunkenly slurs his words as he speaks. KoRe: Yoo--yoore...a purrrty...laddy...you's...got..a.purrrty...mouth... Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out! Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone. SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
She motions for them to come out, and at first... Micheal Graves comes to the ring to no music, soon followed by his brother Sean.
DING DING DING.
The match begins and Micheal runs at Sean,a ttempting a shoulder tackle, but Sean just grabs the back of Micheal's head and tosses him into the ropes, hitting him with a DDT on the way back. Micheal lay's stunned on the ground, amazed that such a Rookie could do that to him. He rolls to his feet, with a smug grin on his face and shurgs his shoulders. He runs again at Sean and attempts a clothesline, but the young upstart hits a reverse crucifix pin!
ONE......TWO........SHOULDER!!!
Micheal slugs his sibling off of him, and seems to finally take Sean seriously. He looks the man up and down, and then nods his head. He brings his hand upward and motions for Sean to 'bring it.' Sean most certainly does as he runs at Micheal, but then runs sideways of him and hops onto the ring ropes, bouncing off of them in a beautiful arc that sends him flying smack into Micheal's chest!
The two men roll to the ground, and slide across the ring. Micheal begins a series of punches into Sean's side, as Sean latches onto Micheal in a vicious headlock. The two men wretch and pound on eachother for a moment, but Micheal gets the momentum he needs. He stands up slowly, making his way to his feet. He picks Sean up in a back-body suplex that makes the entire ring shake. Sean grimaces in agony, as Micheal begins another one, not quite able to shake Sean off. He picks Sean up again, letting him hand in the air...then...WAIT!! COUNTER-BULLDOG! BULLDOG!! BOOOOOOOOMMM!! Micheal's head bounces off the mat, as Sean rolls over to the side for a moment, trying to regain his breath. The two men looks completely spent as the ref begins counting them both down. They are both up at 6, and Micheal runs against the ropes and tries to take out Sean's knee, but Sean flips completely over Micheal, and hits a sweep kick. Micheal hits the mat as someone appears from backstage. It's KoRe!
KoRe drunkenly stumbles down the rampway holding a bottle of beer. Getting to the ring, he stares around, his eyes glassy.
KoRe: This isn't the bar... He drains his bottle of Jack Daniel's then throws it into the ring. Micheal looks at the bottle of Jack Daniels, and then at Sean. Sean looks slightly frightened, as Micheal stands back up, clutching the bottle in his hand.. Sean shakes his head and tries to hit a spear on Micheal, but Micheal sidesteps and SMASHES THE BOTTLE OF JACK DANIELS OVER SEANS HEAD!! THE BOTTLE EXPLODES, SENDING SHARDS OF GLASS EVERYWHERE!! Micheal smiles, as he drops to the ground, and rolls Sean over. He lays a foot over his brother, and puts on a pose. ONE......TWO..........KICKOUT!!!!!!!! Micheal can't believe it, he looks at the broken bottle in his hand...then at Sean, slowly rising to his feet. He looks at the bottle..and..what? He's poiting to the beer on the ground and telling Sean he made him waste it!! Sean gets up to his feet, and looks at the mad Micheal. He smiles and looks at the shard of glass in Micheal's hand, even as a large wound in his head begins flowing blood. He licks his lips and charges at Micheal!!! Micheal merely ducks under Sean's attempt, and kicks him in the stomach. Looking at the broken shard in his hand, he quirks his head and then STABS Sean RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER with another stray piece of glass!!! Sean screams out loud as a decent portion of blood pours out of him, the glass embedded. Micheal then takes the advantage and sets Sean up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX!! He hangs Sean in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. And as he starts to fall, Sean falls with him, shifting the momentum, and falling on his feet to the mat. Micheal looks suprised as Sean european uppercuts him right in under the jaw. He reaches into his back and rips out the bloody piece of glass, and looks at the bruised Micheal. He shakes his head and then STABS Micheal RIGHT IN THE CHEST!! OH MY GOD!! The glass, still slick with Sean's blood, is inserted into Micheal's sternum!! Micheal reaches down, and feels the blood as Sean sickeningly hits a quicksnap DDT Micheal lays there for a moment, still... as Sean jumps to the outside of the ring, snatching a microphone and...bumps into KoRe. The man known as a wrestling icon drunkenly slurs his words as he speaks. KoRe: Yoo--yoore...a purrrty...laddy...you's...got..a.purrrty...mouth... Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out! Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone. SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
He drains his bottle of Jack Daniel's then throws it into the ring. Micheal looks at the bottle of Jack Daniels, and then at Sean. Sean looks slightly frightened, as Micheal stands back up, clutching the bottle in his hand.. Sean shakes his head and tries to hit a spear on Micheal, but Micheal sidesteps and SMASHES THE BOTTLE OF JACK DANIELS OVER SEANS HEAD!! THE BOTTLE EXPLODES, SENDING SHARDS OF GLASS EVERYWHERE!!
Micheal smiles, as he drops to the ground, and rolls Sean over. He lays a foot over his brother, and puts on a pose.
ONE......TWO..........KICKOUT!!!!!!!!
Micheal can't believe it, he looks at the broken bottle in his hand...then at Sean, slowly rising to his feet. He looks at the bottle..and..what? He's poiting to the beer on the ground and telling Sean he made him waste it!!
Sean gets up to his feet, and looks at the mad Micheal. He smiles and looks at the shard of glass in Micheal's hand, even as a large wound in his head begins flowing blood. He licks his lips and charges at Micheal!!! Micheal merely ducks under Sean's attempt, and kicks him in the stomach. Looking at the broken shard in his hand, he quirks his head and then STABS Sean RIGHT IN THE SHOULDER with another stray piece of glass!!! Sean screams out loud as a decent portion of blood pours out of him, the glass embedded. Micheal then takes the advantage and sets Sean up for a VERTICAL SUPLEX!! He hangs Sean in the air, letting the blood rush to his head. And as he starts to fall, Sean falls with him, shifting the momentum, and falling on his feet to the mat. Micheal looks suprised as Sean european uppercuts him right in under the jaw. He reaches into his back and rips out the bloody piece of glass, and looks at the bruised Micheal. He shakes his head and then STABS Micheal RIGHT IN THE CHEST!! OH MY GOD!! The glass, still slick with Sean's blood, is inserted into Micheal's sternum!! Micheal reaches down, and feels the blood as Sean sickeningly hits a quicksnap DDT
Micheal lays there for a moment, still... as Sean jumps to the outside of the ring, snatching a microphone and...bumps into KoRe. The man known as a wrestling icon drunkenly slurs his words as he speaks.
KoRe: Yoo--yoore...a purrrty...laddy...you's...got..a.purrrty...mouth... Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out! Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone. SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
Then, somewhat homo-erotically he pats Sean Graves derierre, and turns to walk away, but not before getting punched in the gut by Sean! He then picks KoRe up and nails a brainbuster!!! KoRe is out!
Sliding back into the ring, Sean Graves picks up a long, sharp piece of glass. He walks over to his brother, who's heavily bleeding... and turns him over. Noticing his fading counciousness, he slaps his brother around as he speaks into the microphone.
SEAN GRAVES: Hey... hey...yo.. BRO! Wake the fuck up.That's it... thatta boy... Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event! MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
Micheal looks around hazily, as he clutches his chest, oozing blood as members of the audience are screaming at Sean to stop torturing his brother. The ref is in a pickle... he can't call the first PPV Main Event!
MICHEAL GRAVES: F--..f--uck...yo--- The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen. SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
The shard in Sean's hand, moves to Micheal's throat. A line of blood is seen.
SEAN GRAVES: I've got you beat, Dark Warrior... and do you know what that means? MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
MICHEAL GRAVES: Ugh...(gurgle)...uggh...n--n-- SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
SEAN GRAVES: It means.... It means.... Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep. It's a needle. Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face. MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
Sean Graves can't finish his sentence, as he notices something sticking from his bicep.
It's a needle.
Rolling to his side, clutching his side hard, Micheal stands to his feet, grinning wickedly. He pulls a vial out of his pants and tosses it to the outside, as his brother wobbles on his feet, Micheal plucks the microphone from his brother's hand, even as he himself stumbles from the lack of blood in his system. He moves shakily to his brother's face, holding him by the hair, so they are face-to-face.
MICHEAL GRAVES: It means... (rasp)...you're...(cough).... done, bitch. Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND.... Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
Kicking his brother in the gut, Micheal Graves attempts a Powerbomb... and he's got the man set-up. The crowd is roaring, the chants for Micheal and Sean reach a crescendo just as the lights begin to flicker on and off AND....
Run, run, run... run........ The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena. Then... just as soon, they shut off. To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother. We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise. CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count. ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE???? Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory. The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
The lights shut off, as the familiar Incantation blares around the arena.
Then... just as soon, they shut off.
To find BOTH the Graves brothers Unconcious, and not moving. Unfortunately... with Sean Graves atop his brother.
We look around... and there's no ref in sight, but yes.. there is one big suprise.
CYREN is in the ring, perched atop the ringbuckle. He skips down, drops to his knees and starts the count.
ONE......................TWO..............THREE!!!!! SEAN GRAVES HAS DONE IT... BUT HOW? WHAT HAPPENED!!!? AND... WAS THAT THE BLACK ORDER'S THEME MUSIC????? WHAT HAS THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER DONE????
Cyren lifts up the limp Sean Graves arm, in victory.
The scene fades to black on Cyren's dark face, with the insignia of the BLACK ORDER, on the screen.
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