---

March Madness 2021 takes the air live as a shot with a lot of the XWF Roster standing at the top of the ramp looking towards the ring. Front and center are XWF Universal Champion Chris Page, Dewey and Kayla Main, Theo Pryce and Vinnie Lane. No one from BoB is seen.



























At the conclusion of the 10 bell salute the wrestlers on the stage quietly make their way to the back as the show fades to commercial.

---

HHL: And we are now back for the opening match of March Madness's Undercard.





‘Black Sheep’ by Metric rings out over the arena as smoke starts to billow about the stage area. Solace Tatum emerges through it to pause and look out over the crowd. She walks with a determined step to the ring, where she climbs between the ropes and goes to lean in a corner, eyes locked on the entrance ramp.

Pip: No fanfare from Solace Tatum today.

HHL: It’s a big night for her, not only is it a rematch again Big Money Oswald, there is a belt on the line if she wins. And if she loses, she has to join BoB.

Pip: THAT’S certainly one hell of a motivator right there!






Her music fades, and Oswald’s kicks in.

Oswald starts coming through the curtain, white smoke billowing from where he is emerging. As he walks out with an ornate cane, with images of skulls in gold and silver, as money falls from the rafters. The money having faces of himself. He walks forward with his cane, not even really needing it, simply using it as a prop just to show his "status" to the world. His hair tied into a tight bun laid against the back of his skull. He flips his cane in his hand, holding the base and swinging the topper from left to right as the crowd chants "MAY-HEM, B. O. B.! MAY-HEM, B. O. B.! MAY-HEM, B. O. B.! MAY-HEM, B. O. B.! " The topper of the cane is shown to reveal a platinum skull with horns literally made of onyx attached to the forehead of it. As he walks to the steps he smirks and says to the crowd as they continue to chant MAY-HEM, B. O. B. until he gets in the ring with residual chants happening. He walks to his corner, he takes off all of the top portion of his suit, from jacket to dress shirt including his tie, leaving only his pants, soon placing full attention onto Solace.

He grins at her as he hooks his fingers in his belt loops, looking her over with some amusement. He chuckles and holds his hand out, implying their height difference. Solace glowers from her corner, but doesn’t rise to the bait as the cage starts lowering down over the ring. Solace moves out of her corner to pace back and forth by the ropes, watching it come down impatiently. Meanwhile, Oswald poses, making a show of not caring about the cage, or his opponent.

Pip: The cage is down, and officials are locking it up.

HHL: And electrifying it! Both of them are going to want to try and stay away from that Pip.

Pre Show Opener "Big Money" Oswald - vs - Solace Tatum Hell In An Electric Cell Match If Solace wins she gets the Billion Dollar Championship Belt If Money Oswald wins Solace Tatum must join bOb 1 rp/2k words

The ref calls for the bell, and the match gets underway with Ozzy walking to the center of the ring, motioning to Solace to bring it on, reminiscent of their first encounter. Solace bounces off the ropes and runs for him, Ozzy feints a clothesline, anticipating her duck and bends over, ready for a back body drop lifting Solace up and throwing her into the air.

She flips neatly in the air and lands on her feet, jumping and nailing him in the back with a drop kick sending him stumbling forward to the ropes. He roars as he turns and barrels at her full steam, she dodges his grasp as he catches nothing but air. He comes at her once more, swinging as she nimbly keeps one step ahead of him, seizing the opportunity the second he is off balance to slam a boot into his gut.

He doubles over and she fixes his posture, giving him a superkick to the face. He rears back up and she bounces off the ropes, coming back with a flying crossbody but Ozzy catches her, falling back with a fallaway slam. He gets up as Solace crawls to the ropes to pull herself up.

Pip: Power move by Oswald.

HHL: Solace is going to have to be careful not to let him get ahold of her like that too much.

He laughs at her then charges, looking for a vicious clothesline but she times him and drops, hanging onto the top rope as she goes, and he goes over it partially headfirst, awkwardly trying to prevent himself from falling all the way over. He fails, sliding to the apron and rolling back in under the ropes.

Solace is quick to leap in, laying her boots to his head, followed by his ribs, before shifting her focus to his legs. Ozzy slowly gets to his knees, as Solace throws kicks now, each one rocking the big man but he still manages to power up. He grabs her and throws her into the corner like she weighed nothing at all. He raises his arms as she stares at him.

She comes flying out of the corner and slams her foot into his abdominals. He leans forward and she nails a right hook to his face, He stumbles back, then comes at her swinging, she ducks running to the ropes and coming back with a sharp drop kick to his knee. He trips, struggling to keep his feet as he turns around. Solace grabs an arm, seeking to whip him into the corner.

He reverses, sending her in instead. Angry, he charges, but she gets both boots up and he flies backwards once more. Angry, he straightens and comes for her, but she pops out with a drop toe hold, sending his face to eat the middle turnbuckle.

Solace takes a running start and leaps, slamming down with both knees on the back of Ozzy. He falls and she jumps on top for the pin.



1!















2!















No! Kickout!



Pip: It’s going to take more than that to keep the big man down.

HHL: If she keeps this up, she has the chance to wear him down!



Ozzy grabs Solace and throws her off of him and he rolls to his knees. She is there in an instant, delivering a kick which he catches. She hops then throws her other leg towards his head but he ducks, and uses her own momentum to slam her onto the mat.

She tries to crawl away but Oswald pulls her back. She flips onto her back and slams her boot into his face, making him let go.

But not for long, as she rises, he is there with a running shoulder block, sending her toppling back down. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her up, before sending her back down with a short arm clothesline. He glares down at her.

Once again, he grabs her hair, wrenching it extra hard just to show his displeasure. He sends her shooting to the ropes, as she gets back, he lifts her for a spinebuster, but she somehow twists in the air, reversing it into a beautiful jawbreaker to the astonishment of the crowd, who scream their approval.

Pip: Solace out of nowhere showing her determination!

Shaking off the residual cobwebs, Solace climbs to her feet seeing that Oswald has rolled out to the floor, and is using the apron to get up. She takes aim and runs, baseball sliding right into his face sending him flying backwards into the cage with a clang and a zap!

HHL: Big Money Oswald the first to taste the electricity!

He jerks as the current passes through his body before falling to the ground. Solace climbs onto the apron and springboards off the ropes with a beautiful moonsault. She connects and swiftly gets to her feet.

She gets to work, stomping on BMO’s knees once more. She stops and goes and rummages under the apron. She emerges with a chair and contemplates it for a few seconds. She shakes her head and goes to toss it away when it is snatched out of her hands.

She whirls around as Oswald swings, narrowly missing as Solace ducks. He swings again, and she aims a spinning heel kick, knocking it from his hands.

She pulls out a round house kick but he eats it and powers forward to grab her, wrapping his fingers in her hair and slamming her into the ring post. Solace goes down, only to be yanked up by her hair.

BMO sends her flying into the steel steps with a clatter, as Solace tumbles, holding her back in pain, rolling onto her belly.

He stalks towards her, intent on doing some damage. He stands over her for a moment with a smirk, before he hauls back and punts her in the ribs, flipping her over. He pulls her to her feet, setting her up for a vertical suplex, holding Solace in the air as he performs a series of squats, before crashing down with her.

He sits up next to her, laughing before rolling to his feet. He paces around her, waiting until she starts to stir before he scoops her up once more for a gorilla press, Solace just touching the cage as she jumps from the shock, jerking her arm away.

Pip: Solace is in trouble here....

HHL: Oswald is showing just how much power he has, and how much abuse he can take!

He seems content to wait, hunkering down as Solace gamely but slowly gets to her knees, then onto wobbly legs. Oswald charges, intent on spearing her into the electrified cage.

Solace drops to the side and he spears himself headfirst into the cage instead!

He howls in pain as the voltage jolts through him, before dropping next to Solace, holding his head. Solace, crawls her way back to the ring, and painstakingly makes the climb in, rolling under the ropes and trying to catch her breath as Oswald begins to do the same on the outside.

She uses the ropes to get to her feet as she eyeballs Oswald, getting in on the other side. She rushes him, but he is ready and goes to toss her out, but she lands neatly on the ring apron. She goes to springboard off and manages to nail him with a headscissors takedown.

Ozzy hops up but Solace is on him, relentlessly hammering him with rights and lefts. He swings and she dodges, adrenaline surging once more. He grabs her and tosses her into a corner as he charges with a head full of steam.

Only to find she is no longer there as he plows chest first into the turnbuckle.

Solace meanwhile, has dashed to the others side, coming back with a handspring back elbow that connects with force.

Oswald lurches backwards and Solace is there, aiming boots to his knees once more, bringing the big man off his feet but not totally down. She takes aim and fires off a quick dropkick that topples him. She leaps on top for the pin.





1!



















2!



















3.... NO!



Oswald gets the shoulder up.

Pip: Just a two count for Solace, but that was close!

HHL: Oswald still has more in the tank!

With a growl Solace gives him no room to breathe, leaping on top of him and slamming at his face with hard fists and elbows. He tries to cover up, but she continues, striking anywhere he leaves room for her to get a blow in.

He tries to roll and she slips off, back to her feet and halts him with a leg drop. Then another. She pops up and grabs ahold of his legs, wrapping her own around and dropping to the mat.

Solace has the figure four locked on and Oswald battles to break her hold. He claws at the mat, dragging Solace across with him, inch by inch, fighting him all the way. He finally grabs ahold of the bottom rope, but she refuses to let go for a long moment, before releasing him and jumping to her feet.

ENDING 1 (SOLACE): He pulls himself up as she rains blows down on him. He turns and manages to grab ahold of her in a bear hug, looking to slow her down a little so he can catch his breath. She wriggles and slides easily right out of his grasp. He looks confused for a second, realization dawning on his face the same moment Solace thrusts her leg forward with a hard superkick, connecting with enough force to send BMO reeling backwards to hit the turnbuckle hard.

Ozzy is stunned, and Solace runs forward, using the ropes to deliver a corner shining wizard. Oswald pitches forward onto his knees, and Solace is right there, soaring in to deliver the Sol Searcher! She immediately covers.



1!











2!











3!!!!



Pip: She did it! I can’t believe it!

HHL: Solace getting the win and some well earned revenge on Big Money Oswald!

Pip: And his belt!

Solace climbs to her feet panting, looking down at the still body of BMO as the ref raises her arm in victory. She is handed the Billion Dollar Championship belt. She lifts it in the air for all to see. Then her expression changes a little. She brings the belt to her nose, then abruptly holds it out at arms length. With a disgusted look on her face, she carries it over to Oswald. She drops the belt onto his body, then crouches by his head. We can see her lips move, just picking up what she says.

Solace: Keep it.

With that, she rises and leaves the ring, head held high.

Winner - Solace Tatum

---

The parking area is alive with the bustle of busy people arriving at the same time. In the middle of this crowd is Betsy Granger, escorted as always by her boyfriend James Raven. The crowd pops ravenously at the sight of the former, who only agreed to come tonight to support his friends. It had taken some convincing that was not discussable on camera to seal the deal; presently, they converse among themselves as James assists Betsy in hauling her bags from the trunk of their rental. Betsy seems focused on her workload as James whispers quiet last-minute tips based on every possible scenario. Slamming the trunk shut, Betsy grabs the handle of her case; James catches her free hand with his own and they head inside the arena amid the camera’s following them.

After turning down a few halls, they spot the door with Legacy’s logo slapped on it. James opens the door and steps against it, allowing Betsy to enter first. She rewards him with a coy grin and steps inside; as her eyes leave James, she gasps out loud when she realizes they aren’t alone. It wasn’t so much that they weren’t alone, she knew full well Shawn, Noah, or Atara could be in there at any point. It was the who that occupied the otherwise empty space.


Steve Sayors: Miss Granger, if I could have a few moments of your time?

James and Betsy exchange a confused glance as the door shuts behind them. Noticing how much twitchier Sayors was than usual, Betsy attempts to ease him with a smile. For a fleeting moment, he relaxes before standing rigidly, looking around uneasily. Eyes narrowing, Betsy also looks around, a wave of paranoia washing unpleasantly over her. She and James step closer to Sayors so that they can all speak in conspiratorial whispers.


Betsy Granger: What’s going on, Steve?


Steve Sayors: I never really had a chance to thank you properly for stopping Miss Fury from blowing me up in GCWA.


Betsy can’t keep her surprise off her face at his unexpected words. Even James had the grace to look taken aback by Sayors hushed gratitude.


Betsy Granger: Of course... but you needn’t thank me at all, any decent human would.


Sayors nods, his eyes still darting around the room. Without realizing she was doing it; Betsy’s eyes followed his cursory sweep.

Steve Sayors: Well, given the situation you got me out of, the words aren’t enough. So, I used some of my connections to gather a little intel for you... On some ‘mutual friends’.


A perfectly shaped eyebrow arches above an inquisitive emerald eye as Sayors reaches into his coat pocket and produces a thick manila envelope. He passes it to Betsy, who takes it, feeling a thick stack of photos, papers, and a data card. Taking a quick peek inside at the contents, she shuffles through them with her forefinger, her eyes widening as a low whistle escapes her lips. Handing it off to James, she turns back to Sayors, looking impressed.


Betsy Granger: How did you manage to get your hands on this?


Steve Sayors: The less you know, the better Miss Granger. And if you could keep my name out of this trade-off, I’d be grateful for it.


Betsy nods understandingly as James looks up, inhaling sharply. Handing the envelope back to Betsy, she grips it tightly against her chest as Sayors brushes past them both to the door. Just before he exits, he turns back and looks them both square in the eyes.


Steve Sayors: Good luck.


Without another word, he shuffles quickly out of the room after a furtive look down the hall. Betsy and James stare at each other as the door slams shut against the silence held between them. Looking through the envelope again, Betsy pulls out a thin notebook that contains handwritten plans for the future in multiple feds. Shaking her head at how interwoven things had actually become, she slips the notebook back into the envelope and slips the entire thing into her luggage case. Spinning the combination keys around, she snatches up her duffle bag and heads to the changing rooms as the camera fades out.

---

Pre Show Mainer Main Event The Aroostook Strangler - vs - Sarah Lacklan Anarchy Rules 5 Count Match

MATCH TO BE ADDED LATER....NOTHING TO SEE HERE

---

We cut back to the interview area where we see “Mean” Gene Okraland standing by with a microphone in hand.


”Mean” Gene Okraland: Ladies and Gentleman joining me at this time is none other than “THE REAL AMERICAN” TERRY BORDEN!


There’s a massive ovation as the camera draws back to reveal Terry Borden in all of his glory.








”Mean” Gene Okraland: Terry Borden is just a little while you will be taking part in a Second Chance Battle Royale for a shot to leave Las Vegas, Nevada the March Madness Tournament winner.”


Terry Borden: Lettme’ tell you somethin’ MEAN GENE!


The Las Vegas crowd erupts but before Terry can continue he is blindsided by OSWALD and BIG PUDDIN’ of BoB! “Mean” Gene quickly gets out of dodge as Oswald smashes Borden in the back with a chair sending him down to the floor. Big Puddin’ starts putting the boots to Borden while Oswald smashes the chair across the body of Borden a second time and then a third as the crowd roars with loud boos.

Suddenly the crowd pops as CLINT FATWOOD rushes on to the scene spinning Kiss around.







Oswald flees followed by Kiss as Fatwood drops down to one knee checking on the Real American as EMT's appear on the scene.

Fade to commercial.

---

The show returns to commercial and the X-Tron crackles to life with the Left Hand logo, followed by a video.



HHL: Well that was uh....something.

Pip: Awesome Heather. The word you are looking for is awesome.

HHL: Sure Pip. Sure. Now let's get to our opening match of the main card. The SECOND CHANCE BATTLE ROYALE! Which unfrotunately after what we just saw before the commercial break is now down to 14 competitors as Terry Borden is no longer cleared to compete.




Generic music plays over the PA system as the participants for the 2nd Chance Battle Royal begin filing their way down the aisle.


HHL: "One of these individuals will go on to face the 2 competitors who can survive the Elite 8, in the March Madness Tournament Finale. Unfortunately for Terry Borden, the attack has left him unable to compete here tonight."

PC: "Such a shame, BUT one man's loss is another's gain and I'm sure none of these individuals are gonna lose any sleep over there being one less competitor in the match."

HHL: "If anything, I'm sure they'll embrace it."

PC: "Couldn't have said it better myself."


All the competitors look ready to go inside the ring but, before the refs can call for the bell, attention is drawn to the ceiling of Allegiant Stadium.


PC: "What's going on?"

HHL: "I'm being told there's someone in the rafters!!!"

PC: "It's probably just a maintenance man!"


Everyone looks up as a search light shines towards the roof. The camera zooms in just in time for the spotlight to reveal:



A man standing in the rafters, brooding!!!


HHL: "That doesn't look like any maintenance man I've ever seen!"

PC: "Someone needs to get that lunatic down!"


The man stands there for a moment, looking down at the wrestlers filling up the ring. He stares at each of them, a blank expression on his face, before turning around and disappearing into the darkness.


PC: "My heart is racing, I thought we had a jumper on our hands!"

HHL: "What a way to start off March Madness THAT would've been!"

PC: "Thankfully we didn't, and can go on with the show!"


The referees outside the ring check to make sure everyone, Terry Borden excluded, is there and ready to go before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Match 1 Second Chance Battle Royale Competitors - Demos, Ned Kaye Liam Roberts, Terry Borden, Calypso, Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, Scarlet The Hunteress, Ruckus, Captain Future, Champ Sportsman, Mickey Kinkade, Dean Rose, Ethos, Diesel, Andre Dixon, Peter Pillmour 3 roleplays/3000 word max

Everyone's hesitant to make their first move, ESPECIALLY Captain Future, who merely sits down in the corner and sighs. A referee leans in and asks him what he's doing, to which the Captain informs him there's no point in trying when he already knows he's gonna get eliminated.


PC: "What a curse for Captain Future."

HHL: "I don't get it, if he already KNOWS what's gonna happen, he should be able to CHANGE it!"


Finally, Dean Rose and Mickey Kinkade make the first move by rushing at each other and exchanging blows, prompting the rest of the competitors to do the same.


PC: "Now we're talkin'!"


Ruckus pummels Calypso in the corner opposite Captain Future, prompting Demos to attack him from behind. Seeing the sheer size of Ruckus causes Ned Kaye and Champ Sportsman to come over and assist Charlie with his beatdown. Eventually, more and more wrestlers join them in an attempt to get the big man out.


HHL: "This is a smart move on their part, eliminate the biggest competitor first so you don't have to deal with him later when the fatigue hits."

PC: "It looks like everyone BUT Captain Future is on the same page!"


The 13 other wrestlers damn near get Ruckus over the top rope, but that doesn't stop Liam Roberts from yelling out to Captain Future to help them. Future shakes his head, insisting they will be fine, only to get scolded even more. The Captain rolls his eyes, stands up, and approaches the group.......................... only for them to eliminate Ruckus before he can get the chance to assist them.

Ruckus has been Eliminated (by everyone except Captain Future)

Captain Future throws his arms up at Liam, who responds with a shrug. Future then makes a slapping motion, but stops before it can connect. He's then grabbed from behind by Champ Sportsman and tossed over the top rope, to the floor for the elimination.

Captain Future, as predicted, has been Eliminated

HHL: "Champ Sportsman with the surprise elimination!"

PC: "Was it really a surprise, though?"

HHL: "Maybe for Champ."


Captain Future goes to leave as Liam Robert's waves goodbye.......................... only to be jettisoned backwards from the slap Captain Future delivered in the past!!!!!


PC: "That's a future Universal Champion right there!"

HHL: ".................no."


Ned Kaye goes to work on Kris Von Bonn, only to be cheapshotted from behind by Scarlet Donaldson. The two of them go for a Double Suplex on the Notorious One, but he's able to slip out behind them. They charge at him for a Double Clothesline but Kaye ducks it, causing them to run into the arms of Demos! He looks at Ned with skepticism, but offers to work with him nonetheless. The Notorious One brings The Hammer to his feet, while Demos does the same to The Hunteress. They drag their opponents over to different sides of the ring and toss them over the top, to the outside for an elimination each.

Scarlet "The Hunteress" Donaldson has been Eliminated

Kris "The Hammer" Von Bonn has been Eliminated

HHL: "And the Misfits go bye bye!"

PC: "Do you think Ned and Charlie can get along enough to make it to the Final 2?"


As soon as Pip asks, Charlie turns on Ned, knocking him down with a hard right before sitting on his chest and choking the life out of him.


HHL: "Apparently not!"

PC: "Peter Pillmour's doing pretty good, so far!"


The camera shows Pillmour cowering in a corner, watching as Diesel and Ethos fight right in front of him. Andre Dixon approaches them and bashes their heads together, before turning his attention towards Peter. Pillmour begs Dixon to leave him alone, but The King grabs his opponent and flattens him with a devastating Deadly Force Spinebuster. This allows Andre to pick Peter up and throw him out of the ring, with ease.

Peter Pillmour has been Eliminated

PC: "Poor Peter."

HHL: "The ring is emptying fast, and that's exactly what these men want!"

PC: "Absolutely, the sooner this match ends the better."


Champ Sportsman yanks Demos off Ned by the hair and hits him with a Reverse DDT. Sportsman helps Ned to his feet and points to Charlie, motioning for them to throw him out. Before either of them can do anything, though, they're ambushed by Andre Dixon and Diesel.


PC: "You gotta have eyes in the back of your head to win a match like this."


Dixon whips Ned to the ropes and goes for a Clothesline from Hell on the rebound, but Ned is able to duck under it and Hurricanranna a waiting Calypso over the top rope for the Elimination.

Calypso has been Eliminated

HHL: "That's two Eliminations for Ned, THREE if you count Ruckus!"

PC: "Won't matter if he can't get the penultimate one!"


Diesel bends Champ Sportsman over and delivers a Jackknife Powerbomb in the center of the ring. However, before he can grab the Triathlete to eliminate him, he's blindsided by Ethos and Liam Roberts. Big Daddy Cool manages to fight them off with some Elbows, but Andre Dixon is right there to keep on him. He's able to keep Diesel tied up enough for Ned and Demos to join him. The three of them wear Big Daddy Cool down before dragging him over to the corner and trying to lift him up.


HHL: "Someone's coming down the aisle!"

PC: "Is that.................... SHAWN MICHAELS?!??"


Sure enough, the Heartbreak Kid(circa 1995, of course!) runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He delivers Sweet Chin Music to Ned, followed by Demos, AND Dixon, before checking on his Kliq buddy. They make the Wolfpac gesture to one another, before picking up Andre Dixon. Diesel holds him in place as HBK backs up, setting up for yet ANOTHER Sweet Chin Music. As he goes to hit it, though, Andre is able to move out of the way, causing Michaels' boot to connect with Big Daddy Cool's chin sending him toppling over the top rope as HBK grabs at his hair in disbelief.

Diesel has been Eliminated

PC: "Not Big Daddy Cool!"


Andre Dixon grabs Shawn Michaels and throws him out of the ring, where he gets chased to the back by Diesel.

Shawn Michaels has been Eliminated despite not actually being in the match

PC: "The ring's starting to empty and we're down to half the competitors we started with."

HHL: "Some interesting names still in this match; underdogs like Champ Sportsman and Liam Robert's, along with newcomers, Ethos, Dean Rose, and Mickey Kinkade!"

PC: "A match like this is the perfect opportunity for someone like that to make their mark on XWF in hurry."


Ethos picks Champ Sportsman off the mat and tosses him over the top rope, but the Triathlete manages to hold on and drop to the apron where he rolls back in. Andre Dixon charges at Ethos and Clotheslines him over the top but he's able to catch himself on the rope, as well. Champ gets up and runs at Dixon, who swings at Sportsman only for him to duck under it. The Triathlete heads in Ethos' direction and Baseball Slides under the bottom rope, between his legs.


HHL: "Champ went under the ropes, so he's NOT eliminated!"


Sportsman turns around, grabs Ethos' legs, and yanks them out from under him, causing him to fall off the apron and onto the floor.


PC: "But Ethos is!"

Ethos has been Eliminated

Demos gets up a step before Ned, allowing him to grab onto his opponent and get him into a Doublearm DDT. However, before he can hit it, the Notorious One is able to escape and connect with a Notorious Knee that rocks Charlie. Kaye then runs in, only to be stopped in his tracks by a vicious Uppercut. He responds with another Notorious Knee and runs for the ropes, only to have Liam Roberts pull down on them, sending Ned falling backwards over them. By some miracle, he's able to hold on and sneaks back in before anyone can prevent him from doing so. As Ned climbs back in, Andre Dixon and Demos rush towards Liam Robert's and Clothesline him over the top rope as Kaye inadvertently tabletops him over the top rope for the elimination.

Liam Robert's has been Eliminated

PC: "An unlikely alliance that will certainly end as quick as it began!"


Demos turns his attention to Andre Dixon as Ned scurries past them, but Dixon fights Charlie off and tosses him over the ropes. A desperate Nickles clings onto the top and middle ones, wrapping both his arms AND legs around them. Andre tries to pry him off, but Demos refuses to let go. The distraction allows Dean Rose and Mickey Kinkade to attack Dixon from behind, taking the attention away from Charlie.


HHL: "Will Kinkade and Rose be able to get along enough to eliminate Andre?"


The two of them team up to hit a Double Suplex, which they follow up with matching Elbow Drops. The Kink shows off his beautiful body to a decent reaction from the live crowd, as Dean Rose raises an eyebrow. Without hesitation, the Internet Champion grabs Kinkade from behind and throws him out of the ring with ease.

Mickey Kinkade has been Eliminated

PC: "Strong showing by the Kink but, in the end, it was his showing that got his eliminated!"

HHL: "There seems to be a commotion in the front row, Pip.............. it looks like we have a fan jumping the barricade!"

PC: "Wait a second, that's no ordinary fan! Its.....................................





FREDDIE PRINZE JR!!!!!!"


The former WWE writer slides into the ring, turns Dean Rose around, and slaps him in the face! The shot has no effect on the Internet Champion, causing Freddie to turn around and run, only for Dean to grab onto him. FPJ screams before getting his face driven into the top turnbuckle, over and over again.


PC: "You knew this feud was too big for Twitter, and it's coming to a head here tonight!"


Once Dean's satisfied, he pulls Prinze from the corner and hurls him over the top rope as if he were a competitor in the match.

Freddie Prinze Jr. has been put in his place by Dean Rose!

The Internet Champion yells out at Prinze Jr., giving him a piece of his mind. This ends up leading to his downfall as Andre Dixon is able to grab him from behind and dump him over the top for the elimination.

Dean Rose has been Eliminated

HHL: "And we're down to four! One of these men will be advancing to the March Madness finale!"


The four remaining participants each take a corner, where they wait in anticipation of what their opponents will do next. This all ends when Ned and Andre run at Demos, prompting Champ Sportsman to join them. The three of them hammer away at Charlie Nickles, who cowers on the mat in defense. Seeing themselves unable to deal with Demos for now, Ned and Andre turn around and flip Champ Sportsman over their shoulders all the way to the floor.

Champ Sportsman has been Eliminated

PC: "And then there were 3!!!"


Ned Kaye and Andre Dixon turn their attention to one another, leaving Charlie to himself. Dixon goes to lift Ned up for a Chokeslam, but the Notorious One is able to escape with a Knee to the Face. He then runs to the ropes and back, only to get caught with a massive Spinebuster out of nowhere!


HHL: "Andre just hit Ned with Deadly Force!"

PC: "That could be the opening he needs to eliminate him!"


Andre Dixon picks Ned up and dumps him over the top rope.................but the Notorious One is able to grab onto the bottom one and keep himself alive. Dixon shows off for the crowd for a moment, allowing Ned to slowly gather himself on the apron. Eventually, Andre turns around, allowing Kaye to pull on the top rope and use the momentum to cartwheel over, where he wraps his legs around his opponent's neck and Head Scissors him to the mat!


HHL: "The Disciplinary Action!!!"


Ned quickly gets back to his feet and heads over to the corner, where he scales the turnbuckles towards the top. While he's doing this, an opportunistic Charlie Nickles gets up and runs over, pushing the Notorious One off the top rope and causing him to crash into the barricade on the outside!

"Notorious" Ned Kaye has been Eliminated!

HHL: "And we're down to Demos and Andre Dixon!"

PC: "I don't think anyone's surprised to see the current TV Champion in this position, but Andre Dixon certainly is turning some heads with his performance here tonight!"

HHL: "He'll be turning a few more if he can cap it off with a victory."


Andre Dixon looks up at Demos, stunned by his surprise elimination of Ned, before getting to his feet and circling the ring with his opponent. Andre makes the first move, only to get a thumb in the eye as Charlie yells at him about not being able to eliminate the Notorious One himself. An angry Dixon slaps his hand away and wraps his arms around Charlie's waist before throwing him over his head with a Belly to Belly Suplex.


HHL: "Excellent counter by the self proclaimed King!"

PC: "It's not gonna be self proclaimed much longer if he can hit a few more of those!"


A hyped up Andre Dixon gets back to a vertical base and brings his opponent with him. He goes to Irish Whip Demos towards the ropes, but Charlie pulls him into a Double Arm DDT and drives his head into the mat!


HHL: "Devil Hook Drop!"

PC: "Looks like 'the King' is about to lose his crown!"


Demos brings Dixon to his feet and hurls him over the top rope before celebrating.................. unaware Andre managed to hold on for fear life. The King skins the cat and pulls himself back in the ring, where he rushes over and dumps Charlie over the top, instead. In one fluid motion, Demos is able to roll over the top rope and under the bottom one to prevent his elimination.


PC: "Impressive saves from BOTH men!"


As Nickles makes it back in, Andre uses his foot to try and push him back out, to no avail. He then drops down and pounds away at Charlie's face, as the TV Champion cries out with glee.


HHL: "There is something seriously wrong with Charlie Nickles!"


The laughs cause a disturbed Andre Dixon to stand up and stare at his opponent on disbelief. Demos gets up as well and begins hitting himself in the head, begging Andre to give him some more. Dixon eventually snaps out of it and charges forward, only for Charlie to drop down with the top rope, sending Andre toppling to the floor for the victory!!!!!

Andre Dixon has been Eliminated

Winner- Demos(advances to the Finals of March Madness)

PC: "Charlie did it!"

HHL: "What a showing by both men! Andre Dixon almost had it there, but Demos showed exactly why he IS the longest reigning Television Champion in history!"

PC: "We'll be seeing him later tonight in not one, but TWO more matches. You've got to think the rest of the March Madness competitors like the sound of THAT!"


Demos celebrates his victory up the ramp as a frustrated Andre Dixon berates himself at ringside.

---

Demons by Icon for Hire starts playing now while purple lights flash. Ash walks out crouched, eyes sweeping the crowd. They seem to boo her less than Lycana. As the music picks up Ash runs down to the ring sliding under the bottom rope. Jumping up on the turn buckle she pumps her fist to the beat. She looks out at the crowd for a moment before hopping down and glaring over to Lycana. They sneer at one another while waiting for the bell to ring and start the match.

Heather: Well this one is bound to get ugly, anything goes apparently.

Pip: Lycana and Ash have history going back to last year. These two truly have a hate hate relationship.

Heather: With no rules they will be tearing each other apart!

Pip: Hopefully this won’t get too grisly...



The lights fade to black. Lycana's music hits as lime green and red pyros shoot off. She steps out onto the stage and looks around the crowd with a condescending look before walking down the ramp while they boo her. She slides into the ring, running to the other side to hop onto the ropes looking out over the sea of fans with a sneer on her face. The crowd is riled up, booing Lycana as she flips them off and goes to the corner to wait. Her eyes focus solely her opponent Ash Quinn.

Match 2 There Will Be Blood Grudge Match Ash Quinn - vs - Lycana Absolutely Anything Goes Savage Rules

The bell rings and they both break into a run going directly at one another. They slam into each other and start brawling with a flurry of fists, forearms and elbows. They beat on one another without backing down for a few minutes before Ash shoves Lycana back and then hits a step up enziguri. She drops to her knees as Ash runs and bounces off the ropes. She races back over but rolls under her running clothesline attempt. Ash stops and turns around right into a front drop kick. Lycana kips back up to her feet as Ash stumbles back into the corner.

Lycana runs and goes to drive her shoulder into Ash but she gets thrown into the corner instead. Lycana hops right to the top rope and then leaps off with a twisting senton but Ash moves and lets her crash land. Ash hits a leg drop on the back of Lycana’s neck before rolling out of the ring. She goes under the apron and pulls a chair out, throwing it into the ring. And then another followed by a third. She then slides a table out and then pushes it into the ring. She starts to pull a ladder out but Lycana catches her with a baseball slide, knocking her into the announce table.

Heather: Ash up close and personal here!

Pip: I really hope they don’t trash our table, all my notes are carefully sorted!

Heather: Who uses notes anymore?

Pip: Quiet you!

Lycana exits the ring and grabs Ash as she uses the table to get up. Lycana goes to bash her head off the announce table but Ash blocks it and slams Lycana into it instead. Lycana grabs a pile of papers and throws them into Ash’s face while Pip cries out in horror. Lycana now grabs a small portable fan and bashes Ash in the head with it several times, knocking her back. Lycana drops the fan and grabs hold of Ash, throwing her into the ring post. She slams into it shoulder first before dropping to the ground.

Lycana stalks after her as Ash tries to pull herself up, holding her shoulder in pain. She rolls back into the ring as Lycana follows after her. Ash kicks her hard in the stomach and hooks her for a suplex. Lycana gets pulled up but then drops behind Ash. She throws a kick behind her that surprises Lycana and knocks her back. Ash picks up one of the chairs and turns then throws it to Lycana. She catches it and throws it right back. Ash catches it as Lycana jumps up and hits a roundhouse kick, driving the chair into Ash’s face. She falls back and hits the mat, crawling over to the ropes while holding her mouth.

Heather: Lycana with the wild counter there!

Pip: Whoa whoa, is that Marf coming down to ringside?!

Ash pulls herself up onto the second rope while looking at the ramp while the fans are heavily booing. Marf is slowly walking to the ring holding his own chair. Ash groans as she watches him, preparing for him to come at her. But he unfolds the chair and takes a seat to watch. Ash turns around and Lycana drives the steel chair into her gut and then slams it hard across her back. Marf applauds while pulling out a king size Mars bar and enjoys. Lycana raises the chair up over her head and begins slamming it onto the fallen Ash multiple times.

Lycana smirks and gives Marf a wave while setting up one of the chairs. She grabs another one and sets it up a few feet away from the first one. Lycana grabs the third chair in the ring and lays it across the two set up chairs. She goes back to Ash and hauls her up into a fireman’s carry. Ash slides out behind and shoves Lycana into the corner. She runs and goes to splash her from behind but Lycana moves out of the way. Ash hits the corner and then Lycana scoops her up from behind. She moves over to the chairs and then hits a nasty reverse Death Valley driver onto the chairs. Ash crumples with the chairs as the crowd cries out in shock.

Heather: Good grief she might have broken her neck!

Pip: Ash is down, Lycana might have this over already.

Lycana rolls Ash out of the wreckage and makes a cover.













1...














2...














Kick out by Ash!

Lycana gets back up and looks over to Marf but not in surprise. She’s grinning while looking at Marf. He’s got a big smile of his own and he shrugs while finishing off his delicious Mars bar. Lycana looks down at Ash and then goes over and sets up the table a few feet out from one of the corners. She goes over to the chairs and kicks the bent ones out of the ring. She picks up the only one not as badly bent as the rest. Ash starts to pull herself up as Lycana goes back to the table with the chair. She inspects what to do next as Ash is back up.

She runs over looking to nail Lycana from behind. Lycana hears her coming and suddenly spins and swings the chair low. It connects with both of Ash’s legs, causing her to fall forward and slam into the table. She hits stomach first and lies sprawled out, bent over the table. She slams the chair across Ash’s back to keep her in position. She drops the chair and cocks her head, staring at Ash’s raised booty. She runs her hand across Ash’s ass before spanking it with a giggle. She looks over to Marf while his jaw has dropped. He calls out to her.

Marf: So is it the best ass in XWF after all!?

Lycana gives him a shrug and spanks the booty of Ash once again before telling him it’s gotta be top five at least. Ash stirs so Lycana grabs her head and slams it against the table. She pulls her up and slides the chair onto the table before lying Ash back onto it. She climbs up to the top rope while the crowd buzzes over what’s possibly about to happen. Lycana yells out before diving off with the Beserker 540 corkscrew senton. She crashes on top of Ash and puts them both through the table. Ash twitches and holds her face from being slammed into the chair through the table.

Heather: Violent landing from Lycana!

Pip: Ash might be seriously hurt from that!

Lycana crawls out of the pile of broken wood and gets to the ropes. Marf is giving her a standing ovation from outside the ring. Ash is laid out, bleeding from a long gash across her forehead. Lycana rolls her over and then looks back to Marf. He gives her a sheepish shrug as if to say it’s over now finish it. She gives him a nod and smirk before hooking a leg for the pin.















1...
















2...
















THR...NO! Lycana pulls one of Ash’s shoulders up to break the count!

Lycana sits up while Marf looks on in bemusement. She winks at Marf and then rolls Ash over. She grabs her head and presses her face into the chair and splinters of wood. Lycana leans into it now while grinding Ash’s face back and forth across the chair. Finally Lycana let’s go and gets back to her feet. She backs off as Ash holds her face, blood leaking out from her hands. Lycana lines her up and then tries to go for a stomp right onto the chair but Ash counters with a roll up for the pin instead.

















1...
















2...













Kick out by Lycana!

Heather: Ash still somehow with some fight in her!

Pip: She looks like she’s going to bleed to death!

Lycana gets back up as Ash rolls away and pulls herself back to her feet. Lycana glares at her and screams for her to bring it on. Ash stumbles forward and throws an off balance kick that Lycana blocks. She asks for more so Ash obliges with a more focused leg kick that Lycana blocks again. Ash throws a few quick punches to raise up Lycana’s guard and then throws a hard roundhouse. Lycana catches it this time. She pulls Ash in close while still holding her leg and then hits a release T-bone suplex that sends Ash crashing into the turnbuckle.

She slumps to the mat as another pool of blood begins to grow on the mat, forever staining it. Lycana gets up and walks over to where Ash is laying. She pulls her up and then boosts her onto the top rope in a seated position. Ash starts to come to and tries to fight her off but Lycana head butts Ash in the face to stun her and then climbs up with her on the top. Lycana hauls Ash up in position and then leaps off the top rope with her, nailing the Metamorphosis avalanche moonsault side slam. They bounce hard to the mat and Lycana crawls over and makes the cover.












1...












2...
















3!!!

Winner by pinfall, Lycanaaaaaa!!!

Heather: Mercifully this one is over!

Pip: Lycana did as she promised and left Ash laying in a pool of her own blood.

Heather: This was brutal...

Pip: Thankfully it’s over.

Heather: I’m not so sure of that...

Marf gets up and folds his chair before entering the ring with it. He applauds Lycana who stands over Ash with her Left Hand raised high. She looks down at the fallen Ash Quinn and laughs. Marf unfolds the chair again and takes a seat in front of Ash. He pulls out a microphone as the crowd boos. Lycana crouches down and places a knee on Ash’s back while Marf reaches down and slaps her in the face a few times to wake her up. She snarls and spits at Marf but can’t move.

Marf: Pooooooor Ash Quinn, down and out again. No friends, no allies, no girl squad. All alone, bleeding out like the cute little piggy you are!

Ash swipes at Marf but he’s too quick for her. He bops her on the head with the butt of the microphone and then smiles down at her.

Marf: When will it be too much for you? We’re always going to be here and as we’ve proven, we always have a way to get to you. No matter how many friends you think you have. They’re not here now and they never will be. Just raise your left hand Ash. We can put a stop to it all, move on even. Just raise your left hand, it’s all you have to do. We can try this again on Warfare if we must...

Marf stands up now and nods to Lycana who gets off of Ash. She backs away as Ash slowly pulls herself up. Marf nods to her and she starts to raise her left hand. She then turns it and gives Marf the middle finger to a big pop from the crowd while he starts to laugh. He boots her in the stomach and then delivers the Sway flipping piledriver to take her down again. He sits beside her crumpled body and stares at her while Lycana walks over laughing. She folds the chair and lies it down before yelling for Marf. He gets up and pulls Ash back to her feet. He hauls her up over his shoulder and then falls back right as Lycana leaps up and DDTs her onto the chair. The fans are using all the air in their lungs to boo them.

Heather: Get the officials out here now! Stop this!

Pip: This is too much...

Marf and Lycana survey the damage they’ve caused while more officials coming pouring out from the back. They race to the ring but are slow to enter as The Dissentients stare them all down. Marf turns and nods to Lycana who smiles in return before gesturing to the officials to enter. Marf and Lycana slip out of the ring and hop the barricade while the officials flood the ring and check on Ash.

---

The camera opens on Betsy Granger walking around backstage, humming to herself. She’s dressed in regular faded jeans and a crop top, adorned with a colorful cardigan. In her left hand is a thick black Sharpie, both hands swing merrily at her sides as she continues her seemingly aimless meanderings. That is until she turns a corner and runs smack dab into Tommy Romeo and Shawn Wylde. The crowd pops for the pair as the three exchange friendly smiles.


Tommy Romeo: Hey Bets. Are you ready for a potentially heavy workload tonight?


Betsy Granger: You bet your ass I’m ready... This night is going to be bigger than you know, boys.


Though the mask covers his face, Betsy can see the curve of the Whyte Spider’s smile.


Shawn Wylde: Can’t wait to see what you have in store tonight, Granger. Good luck.


Tommy Romeo: And try to keep Jenny in somewhat reasonable shape... She still has contracts to fulfill that require her face.


Betsy rolls her eyes and blows raspberries, making no promises. With a sigh, Tommy shakes his head, allowing himself to grin at his client's competitive spirit.


Tommy Romeo: Well, just don’t kill her outright.


Betsy Granger: Eh, I’ll leave enough of her to continue lingering on. The girls a barnacle, she’ll be around no matter what I do. I just want to finish our business. That’s all, I swear.


etsy puts her hands together under her chin and gives an innocent smile. Tommy snorts and nods, accepting what he was getting.


Tommy Romeo: Good luck tonight, kid. Knock em’ dead.


They begin to go their separate ways when Betsy spins back around abruptly.


Betsy Granger: Wait for just a second! I almost forgot!


Rushing back over to them, she grabs each of their right hands and draws a star on each of them. They look at their hands, then each other, then at Betsy in clear confusion, but the Impossible Traveler waves a finger at them with a stern expression.


Betsy Granger: Don’t erase those until after the show. Just play along, all will be explained in time.


Shrugging, the guys turn and continue on their way once more. Satisfied, Betsy replaces the cap on her Sharpie and heads in the opposite direction as the camera switches to an ad.

---

The Grave by Black Tiger Sex Machine hits and the crowd gives a pop to the entrance of Osira Themis. She struts out and makes her way to the ring while moving with confidence. The crowd shows her some love while she rolls under the ropes and then heads to the top rope to raise her arms high. She looks out to the crowd before hopping back down into the ring. She nods to the referee and then heads over to the back of the ring and leans on the ropes.

Heather: Here we go, Osira about to face off against Betsy to see who advances in March Madness.

Pip: Osira has done well so far, knocking off Liam Roberts and then Diesel in the first two rounds.

Heather: Yes and Betsy was able to get past Marf in the first round thanks to Charlie Nickles and then erased any doubt by running through Calypso with ease in round two.

Pip: Winner of this one might be my final pick to win the tournament!



As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.

“Sin City’s cold and empty
No one’s around to judge me
I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”

Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.

“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”

As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist and bobing her head in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes playing up the fans, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout. Staring across the ring from her, Osira smirks and then bows to her in sarcasm. Betsy turns back to the crowd to pump them up one more time and that’s when Osira races over and cheap shots her from behind.

Match 3 Osira Themis - vs - Betsy Granger Standard Singles Match 4 roleplays/3000 word max

Osira beats on the back of Betsy, knocking her into the ropes and off balance. She hammers down on her before dragging her away from the ropes and to the middle of the ring. She lifts a hard knee into the gut of Betsy before grabbing her and hitting a gut wrench suplex. They both get up and Osira starts pounding on her with the What 10 Count attack. The referee finally breaks it up and Betsy swings wildly. Osira catches her arm and locks in a cobra clutch and hits a bulldog. She rolls Betsy over and makes a quick cover.















1...
















2...
















Kick out by Betsy!

Heather: Osira coming on with a rapid pace to start!

Pip: Betsy might be a little distracted with having to defend her shooting star title later tonight...

Osira gets up and tells Betsy to bring it. Betsy pulls herself up and Osira runs at her with a running knee. Betsy blocks it and then grabs Osira and hits a jawbreaker. She stumbles back and grabs at her mouth, blood spurting out. She’s accidentally bit into her tongue. She spits some blood out while Betsy hops up and levels her with a reverse roundhouse kick to take her down. Osira tries to get back up but Betsy hops over her with a sunset flip and rolls her up by surprise.
















1...
















2...















Kick out by Osira!

They both scramble to their feet but Betsy is able to grab Osira and lock in the Sugar Hold. Osira is able to free up an arm and roll Betsy over with a snapmare. Betsy rolls through and balances on a knee. Osira sits up and Betsy fires a kick but misses the head and connects with Osira’s throat. She grabs her neck while choking on the blood from her tongue and backs off. She gets to her feet but is off guard as Betsy runs over and goes for a clothesline. Osira ducks and goes for a spinning elbow but Betsy counters into a cobra clutch of her own. She hits the Down You Go cobra clutch leg sweep.

Heather: Osira in trouble I think she’s injured her mouth.

Pip: It’s definitely becoming a huge distraction here.

Betsy gets back to her feet as Osira coughs on the mat and tries to get back up. She times it and goes for a pele kick but Osira side steps out of the way. She throws a kick that knocks Betsy back a bit. Osira lunges forward with a roaring elbow but Betsy ducks and hoists Osira up by the waist. She falls back and drops Osira throat first across the ropes. Osira once again is grabbing at her neck struggling to breath as she stumbles back from the ropes. Betsy takes advantage by rolling her up with the pin as Osira chokes.

















1...

















2...
















3!!!

Winner and Advancing To The FINAL FOUR - Betsy Granger!!!

Heather: Wow just like that Betsy picks up the win!

Pip: Impressive win here, using strong ring logic!


As Betsy exits the arena through the curtains, Shawn Warstein is there to greet her. He applauds her efforts and claps her on the back when she approaches fully.


Shawn Warstein: Nicely done, Sister Mine. Keep that energy up; it’ll make your impending loss to me sting a little less.


Betsy makes an indignant gurgling noise in reply and shoves Shawn playfully away from her. Laughing Warstein falls back in pace beside her as they make their way to the locker room laid out especially for Legacy. Even though her next words sound like doom-and-gloom whining, her light-hearted tone lets Warstein know she’s being facetious.


Betsy Granger: Should we even bother? I mean, everyone is so far up Doc’s ass, they’re positive he’s walking away as the winner of this little shindig. We’re just the side dishes to plump up his inevitable victory.


Shawn Warstein: Never forget, Sister Mine, that sometimes, Legacies have to be built at the expense of others. Who gives a fuck what a bunch of non-active management and sticky, overweight fans have to say about a match they’re only spectating? How do you want this to go?


Her eyes glow as she gives the question only a fraction of thought.


Betsy Granger: I want to win the whole fucking thing.


Shawn Warstein: Then you fight for it, with everything you’ve got. It’s what I’m doing, you know damn well it’s what Doc is going to do.


They push through the door together and begin prepping for their next matches in silence. Having seen his eyes grow dark in disappointment upon entering, Betsy ventures a guess as to why. Concern builds and she decided to speak up.


Betsy Granger: Hey... Is everything good?


His entire body tenses for just a moment then relaxed again, but Betsy spots it anyway. Two full minutes pass without a reply; even though she knows this his nonverbal way of telling her to drop it, Granger presses on.


Betsy Granger: You know, it’s alright to talk about your problems with someone, and it’s just the two of us right now.


Shawn Warstein: Drop it, Betsy.


Betsy Granger: Come on, bottling things back isn’t healthy; we’re family, let’s act like it. Talk to me, maybe I can help.


Shawn rounds on her, his temper suddenly flaring. He bears down on her and pins her against the row of lockers behind her. She gasps and tries to wiggle out of his grip, but his fingers dig into the tender flesh of her shoulders as he spoke in a dangerously soft voice.


Shawn Warstein: Not everyone wants to be grilled with the third degree, Betsy. If I say drop it, fucking drop it.


Anger flashes across her face now as she manages to push him away.


Betsy Granger: Real nice, Shawn. If this is how you tried to propose to Atty, I can see why she’s giving you the runaround at the moment.


The look on Warstein’s face is murderous, but Betsy doesn’t flinch, now caught up in her own anger. James Raven enters the room just in time to witness the furious standoff. Sticking a finger in Betsy’s face, Warstein is practically frothing at the mouth now when he speaks.


Shawn Warstein: You always have to run that mouth, don’t you? One of these days, you’re going to run it right into a situation that James or I can’t get you out of, and then what? Don’t burn the bridges you have, Betsy if you know what’s good for you... Especially right now, with the times we’re in. It’d suck if you suddenly found yourself up Shit’s Creek without a paddle.


Planting her hands on her hips and staring at him defiantly, Betsy finally allows her temper to have full control over her mouth.


Betsy Granger: I could say the same for you, Shawn... Tell me, how DO you plan to handle Derek?


Betsy takes savage satisfaction at the look of pure, raw rage on Shawn’s face to this last daring jab; unfortunately, it also proves to serve as the straw that broke the camel’s back. All the anger seems to leave him as quickly as it had consumed him. An odd and disconcerting look of serenity passes over his face; Shawn just nods and backs away towards the door. Raven looks between the two with concern, confused as to what was going on. Betsy only glares at Shawn as he steps up to the door, preparing to leave. Taking one last look at the room in disgust, Shawn points to Betsy again, addressing Raven directly. His words are dangerously calm and quiet.

Shawn Warstein: I tried telling you what would happen when business isn’t the forethought; this is how a good thing ends. I’ve survived alone before; I can’t say the same for you. Good luck Betsy.

He throws the venom-filled words at his friend before shooting one last poisonous look towards Granger. He allows the door to slam shut behind him as Betsy lets out a shaky breath, tears leaking from her eyes. James stares dumbly at the closed door for a few moments before noticing Betsy’s silent weeping. Still thoroughly confused, he puts an arm around her comfortingly and pets her head soothingly.


James Raven: ... What the fuck was that?


Betsy only shakes her head as a choked sob escapes her; she's trembling all over as she slumps against James. This is the scene the camera leaves them on as the focus switches elsewhere.

---

Pip Collins: And just like that! March Madness rolls along into our next match! Another Elite Eight contest.

Heather Halliwell: This is one I’m really excited about, Pip. Two of Anarchy’s stars, battling it out on the grand stage. One a wily veteran in Miss Fury, the other, a newcomer amidst a meteoric rise, Solace Tatum!

Pip Collins: Could you imagine the shock waves felt around the XWF if Tatum were to make it to the Final Four this early in her young career? We’re about to find out if that’ll be the case!



Solace Tatum looks bright and sunny as she hits the ramp, slapping fans hands along the way before rolling into the ring and standing on top of the corner turnbuckle to survey the crowd.

Tig: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and the winner will advance to the March Madness Final Four!

Introducing first! From Bejing, China! Weighing in at one-hundered-fifty pounds…

SOLACE TAAAAAAAAA-TUUUUUUUM!!!!!!

Solace makes her way to the ring under a blanket of cheers from the stadium. She enters the ring and waits for her opponent.



Tig: ...and her opponent! From Toronto, Canada, weighing in at one-hundred-twenty-six pounds! SHE IS! The BOB WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

MISS FURY!

Fury makes her way from under the Xtron and is booed heavily by the crowd. She sneers and makes her way to the ring. She takes off the Bob championship and sets it on the stairs before climbing onto the apron and into the ring.

Her music ends and she sizes up Tatum as the bell rings.

Match 4 Miss Fury - vs - Solace Tatum Standard Singles Match 4 roleplays/3000 word max

Fury and Tatum lock up in the center of the ring, but Tatum with a weight advantage is able to overpower Miss Fury right out of the gate. She scoops Fury and goes to slam her on her back, but Fury counters and lands on her feet.

Tatum swings with a short-arm clothesline, but Fury dodges that as well and takes off towards the ropes, she rebounds back and flies at Tatum, but Solace catches her and swings her to the mat with a power slam. Tatum covers

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






























Fury reverses out and cradles Tatum with a small package!


























1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!












































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





























Tatum leaps out of the pin, and now both women are up to their feet. Tatum smashes Fury in the face with a hard palm and wraps her arm around her head. Twist of fate! The swinging neck breaker takes Fury down. Tatum covers again


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





















AN EVEN QUICKER KICK OUT NOW BY FURY!

Tatum lifts Fury again, she wraps her up, but Fury counters with a knee to the gut. She drops Tatum with a snap DDT and quickly bounces to her feet. Anticipating Tatum’s quick recovery, Fury hits the ropes again and charges Solace. She leaps in the air and blasts Solace in the chest with a shotgun dropkick.

Solace falls backward between the ring ropes and holds on, balancing herself on the apron. But Fury is already continuing the attack. She charges at Tatum and spears her through the ropes onto the floor. The two women smack the floor hard and take moments to recover as the ref begins the count.


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Fury is up first and grabs Solace by the arm, whipping her into the steel steps! But Solace catches herself, she turns around to find Fury charging at her again. Solace ducks and flips Fury over her back, dropping her onto the steel steps with a backdrop!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Fury shouts out in pain as Solace grabs her up by her leather covered head. She chops Fury across her chest.

5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fury returns a chop of her own with a wild scream. Tatum spins around clutching her chest and Fury pops her in the lower back with an elbow.

6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fury jumps onto the apron, steps through the ropes and then right back out, breaking the count out. She sizes Tatum up who’s kneeling, clutching her back. Fury dives at her, But Solace stands, turns and grabs her mid air!

Pip Collins: TATUM BOMB TO THE FLOOR!

Heather Halliwell: SOLACE TATUM IS SO RESILIENT!

Tatum executes a perfectly timed face-buster to the floor. Quickly she gathers and pulls Fury back up, rolling her under the ring just near the ropes.

Solace covers! THIS IS IT!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


































NO! WAIT!

THE REF WAVES THE PIN OFF!

MISS FURY’S FOOT IS JUST BARELY DANGLING ON THE ROPE!

Solace sits on her knees, frustrated and trying to catch her breath.

Tatum stands and sizes Fury up. She begins clapping as Fury crawls up the ropes to her feet. Tatum appears to be setting up for her swinging neck-breaker. The Sol Searcher!

Fury turns around, Solace grabs her arm, pulling her in for the neck breaker, but Fury counters! She pulls up and wraps her legs around Solace’s neck, holding onto her arm and wrenching as she slides behind her back, pulling the neck one way, and the arm the opposite way

Heather Halliwell: BLACK WIDOW!

Pip Collins: FURY HAS THE HOLD LOCKED IN GOOD!

Solace struggles, she tries using her weight to swing Fury off, but it’s no use! Tatum falls to one knee as Fury screams, pulling her tight body back as Solace’s shoulder pops loud. Tatum cries out in agony, and musters all of her strength! She leaps in the air and falls backward, smashing Fury into the mat!

Pip Collins: OH! BUT FURY STAYS LATCHED ON!

Fury is gasping for air, having had the wind knocked out of her, but still, she wrenches the hold even tighter. Solace’s arm looks deformed, bent in an unnatural way. She screams again and swings her free arm behind her, trying desperately to catch Fury in the face. But the wily veteran keeps the hold locked.

Fury: TAAAAAAP BITCH!!!!!

Heather Halliwell: Solace is refusing to quit! The pain must be excruciating!

Pip Collins: Solace Tatum is an absolute trooper!

Solace’s eyes glaze over. Her skin runs white with goosebumps as she feels like vomiting.

Pip Collins: If she doesn’t tap, Solace is going to lose her arm!

Fury screams in a blood-curling rage, lifts her leg, and sends it crashing down into Solace’s face multiple times. Tatum is out cold! And Fury continues to wrench back on the arm! She’s going to tear it right out of the socket!

The ref runs over to check on Solace.

There’s no response...

The ref calls for the bell!

Winner and Advancing to the FINAL FOUR - Miss Fury

As the bell rings, Fury keeps the hold locked in! The ref finally pulls her away and gets her to break the hold. Fury walks over and kicks the unconscious Tatum in the back of the head. The fans shower Miss Fury in boos as she blows them kisses.

---

We cut back to the arena, and we see the lights goes off in the arena. Then we see a spotlight at the entrance way, and we see the THUGS in army fatigue under the spotlight. We see Reggie coming down to the ring with a THUGS flag, while Tommy holding a Flesh toned supersoaker, while JB was holding a baseball bat with a spray can in his pocket. They all enter the ring, and we see Reggie placing the flag on the corner, as JB gets a mic from the RA. Then their theme dies down, as all three men stand in the ring.

JB: Listen up world, you all know who we are and what we stand for in this place. We aren’t as much over as we thought we’d become, due to how things are ran in this place. I mean, look at Reggie he had to take some time off because of some bullshit with Reggie, and look at Tommy he’s out here tryin to bust some wicked rhymes and no love his shit due to the same guy who holds that Freestyle belt hostage. Now, I have no issues with that guy, but he’s killing our motto of being able not to give a fuck, now these two men are held hostage by a guy who wouldn’t even hurt a fly!

Then the fans chanted “ALIAS” in unison as Reggie and Tommy tells them to shut up. Tommy then threatens to supersoak the front row, as Reggie pulls the flag and taunts them with it.

PIP: These two guys are afraid of Alias, I’d be afraid too!

HHL: No you wouldn’t Pip… you won’t.

PIP: Yeah you’re right.

JB: Now you all know his name, we consider him as an enemy, but for now he isn’t the main focus. He’s more of a side attraction for us, because he’s the one this company is touting over as the next big thing, who has a chip on his shoulder with the Left Hand. Now, I kinda feel sorry for the man but he made his choice to talk shit to em, and payed the piper so to speak. So now, he has to deal with us too and he won’t make out alive in our thug compound so to speak. As Reggie said, he’d take a gun and spray on those Left Hand members in an instant back at Snowjob, but this time around… he left him be which with them was funny when he fought him. Isn’t that right Reggie?

JB hands Reggie the mic, as the crowd boo’s slightly hard on him. He tries to find his words, but the boo’s gotten worse then Tommy sprays some water on the crowd to shut em up, and Reggie speaks.

Reggie: That’s right, he was left in the mud against those Left Handed droogs in his own will to live. Even though he put me in pain, at least they weren’t chasing after me. You see, Alias you are just a man who’s gonna get his ending at some point. It might not be me who’ll do it, until I find the fucking passion to do it. It might not be JB or Tommy, but it will be someone who’ll end you Alias, I’m not going to claim I pray on one’s downfall but it’s going to be a reality for you. This isn’t over, Alias…we just getting started.

The fans kept on chanting Alias name over and over, until all three men started not to care as they stood in the ring. Then the lights goes out, and the crowd was cheering for whoever was going to interrupt the thugs. As fifteen minutes had past, the lights come back on to see “Alias” with a flamethrower, threatening THUGS with it in the process, as the fans chant “BURN THUGS UP!” in unison.

HHL: WAIT A MINUTE THAT IS NOT ALIAS!!... HE’S A DECOY!!

Pip: How’d you know?... he’s the most realist person I’ve seen tonight!

HHL: HE HAS A MATCH AGAINST MORBID ANGEL!!.. THIS IS ALL A PLOY!!

Then “Alias” flamethrower doesn’t flame on anymore, and we see him struggle to set out the flame. As he was fiddling with it, all three men laugh at him, and “Alias” starts to attack them, but Reggie punches him in the gut and he kneels on the mat. Reggie then clobbers on the fake Alias, then all three men start to clobbering on him. Then suddenly a knock off version of Ruby’s theme plays on the X-Tron, and we see Rebecca Black dressed up as Ruby rushes in the ring to stop them from hurting the fake Alias. She pulls out a stun gun from her suit, and aims it all three men, he shoots it at JB which didn’t hurt him, and he told Reggie to jump fake Ruby.

HHL: What is this farce that THUGS are doing here tonight? They are making mockery out of Alias and Ruby, this is so uncalled for.

Pip: Well what you expect them to do? Be civil?, they are THUGS for Christ sake!

Tommy and Reggie lift up Ruby, and they hit a Spike Piledriver on her. Then they see fake Alias slowly getting on his feet, and Tommy and Reggie grabs Alias and they hit another Spike Piledriver on him too, then the fans boo’ed even harder at them. Then JB beats fake Alias back with his bat, twice, then he beats fake Ruby with bat on her back once. Tommy then takes off her left boot off, and locks in the Fetish Lock, inhaling her toes as JB looks at her wincing in pain.

JB: Well well well, the little hero that could. Looks like you didn’t save anyone in time, Ruby-o, as I told you before I am going to take that belt of yours, and usher in a new era Thuggish Pain for the Anarchy brand tonight in this PPV, unlike you… this won’t be no three reign celebration for me, this is just going to be my bargaining chip to something bigger for me, as much I have love for you Ruby… I can’t wait to see you explode in this ring, I want to see your flesh rip off your skin from your little banana lime green suit. You gon feel what Mister .38 special has to offer for a little “hero” like yourself, Ruby. You’re reign Is finished, even if I don’t get your belt tonight, at least I can claim to kill the hero of Anarchy.

As the boo’ed harder and harder, he looks at the fake Alias, who was getting stomped on by Reggie. JB stops him, and hands him a red spraycan, Reggie pulls fake Alias’s shirt up, and he sprays “THUGS” on his back. Then JB takes off fake Ruby’s top off, and sprays “THUGS” on her back also.

HHL: These THUGS are a disgrace to XWF… they should be reprimanded for what they have done to disrespect Ruby and Alias, they should be FIRED for this crime against them!

Pip: You are kinda overreacting, you need to know that they are just trying to get rough and raw against their opposition in the land Xtreme.

Then Tommy lets go off the Fetish lock on fake Ruby, and all three men stand in the ring with their fist in the air, as the crowd start to boo way harder then before, and even throwing garbage at them in the ring. Reggie picks up the THUGS flag, while Tommy pick up the soaker, and all three of them leave the ring, as the next segment occurs.

---

Suddenly exploding out from behind the curtain like being shot out of a goddamn cannon is Atara! Her face is painted, tassels hang from above her elbows!



“Ultimate” Atara hits the ring were she immediately grabs a hold of the top rope and shakes it feverishly! She stops shaking the ropes before removing her jacket as the crowd cannot believe what they are seeing.



As his music begins to play, a cocky Shawn Warstein steps out onto the stage where he looks down the aisle and into the ring at his opponent, scoffing at them like they aren't worth his time. Shawn slowly heads down the ramp, taking time to talk shit to random fans as he does so before heading up the steel steps and into the ring. Once inside, he poses with confidence, acting as if he's already won the match despite the fact it hasn't even begun.

Match 5 Atara Themis - vs - Shawn Warstein Standard Singles Match 4 roleplays/3000 word max

The bell rings, as a despondent Warstein pushes himself off of the corner post, as Atara circles. Shawn takes several slow steps still looking forward, only his eyes follow Themis. She continues to circle him and as she rushes towards him, Shawn quickly leaps to the side and hooks her am. Flipping her head over heels with a hip toss. As she lands hard on the canvas Shawn takes a deep breath and turns his back on her and slowly walks away.

HHL: Shawn doesn’t look too interested in fighting.

Pip: Would you be if you were in his shoes?

HHL: Can’t believe I’m about to say this…. good point.

Enraged Atara slams on the mat with her fists and leaps to her feet. Barely fazed but the hip toss. Atara leaps towards Shawn and levels him in the back of the head with a forearm. Shawn stumbles down to a knee. Atara reaches back and levels him once again with an elbow. Shawn lays face down on the mat as Atara quickly locks in a knee bar. Wrenching back and pulling with all of her might. Shawn bellows in pain, as he claws towards the bottom rope.

HHL: That’s the same knee and maneuver Atara used to take the X-Treme title off of Shawn one year ago.

Pip: Yeah that might be true, but they were fighting for completely different reasons last year.

HHL: True. That night they left the King and Queen of the XWF…. this year…

Pip: Clearly divorce is on the menu.

Shawn reaches the bottom rope, as the red starts the count. Atara holds on for a few seconds and then relents and let’s go of the hold. Atara drags Shawn to the middle of the ring and gets in a full mount. Raining down haymaker after haymaker.

Pip: This doesn’t look good for the former Universal Champion….

HHL: It sure doesn’t. Even said so himself, in an MMA fight, both Themis' sisters hold an advantage over him.

Atara goes for one more strike and it lands flush on Shawn’s face. As she pulls her arm back, all she can see is the smile on Shawn’s face. She quickly goes for the cover.






1…..








2……..


Shawn kicks out, shoving Atara off of him. Shawn gets to a knee, and spits some blood onto the mat, smile growing wider with each passing second. Atara gets to her feet, barely winded and boots Shawn in the side of the head. He crumples to the mat.

HHL: Well that certainly drives the point home.

Pip: Ya Think.

HHL: All is fair in Love and War.

Pip: Love is out the window…. this is just war…

Shawn digs his nails into the mat, and continues to smile. Atara sensing blood in the water picks Warstein up by the hair. Grabbing him from behind, she struggles for a second, but eventually is able to lift and slam Shawn down on the mat with a German suplex. She maintains control and both competitors get to their feet. Atara lifts him again nailing a second suplex.

HHL: Third time is the charm….

Atara holds tightly as both of them get to their feet. As Atara goes to lift Shawn a third time, he hooks his foot and stops her from completing the move. Shawn fires back with a blind elbow, then another, and finally Atara has to let go on the third one. Shawn runs off the ropes, but is met by a huge power slam from Atara who quickly goes for the cover, hooking a leg in the process.






1….








2..







Shawn kicks out, as Atara grabs a hold of an arm and goes for an armbar. Shawn quickly grabs a hold of his wrist and rolls over onto Atara for a pin.






1…





Atara let’s go to kick out.

Shawn: Fine!

Shawn stand up at the same time as Atara. He cracks his neck and wipes the blood from his lip. Atara lunges at Shawn with a left hook, Shawn blocks it. She follows it up with a right jab. Shawn grabs her by the wrist and pulls her in, landing a headbut flush. Atara is dazed as Shawn kicks her right shin, knocking her down to a knee. He steps on her knee and with the other knee, connects to the side of her head.

HHL: Shawn seems to be fed up.

Pip: This isn’t going to be good for anyone.

Shawn begins to stomp with reckless abandon on Atara. Each kick gets stiffer and stiffer. Shawn begins to rub his chin, as he walks to a corner. He begins to lightly tap the side of his face with a fist.

Shawn: No…..no.

Atara gets to a knee.

Shawn: Fuck it.

Shawn runs at Atara.

HHL: This one is academic…

Pip: Not so fast…

Atara ducks under the flying knee from Shawn, and avoids the Heavy Is The Crown. Shawn lands hard on the mat as Atara leaps to her feet, a bit wobbily. As Shawn gets to his feet.

HHL: JUDGEMENT OF PARIS!!

Atara leaps at Shawn with her own version of the flying knee.

Pip: They both know each other so well…

Shawn catches the knee. Atara looks on with a shocked expression. She swings wildly towards Shawn, but he leans back to avoid the strikes. She swings one last time and Shawn uses her own momentum to spin her around. And locks in the dragon sleeper. He lifts her off of the ground, and spins under her, as she crashes face first on the mat.

Pip: AFTERTHOUGHT!!!!

Shawn goes for the pin.







1….






2…..








Th….

HHL: ATARA KICKED OUT! No one has done that in years!!!!

Pip: She’s definitely a fighter!

Shawn begins to argue with the ref and corners him there, as Atara gets to her feet. She slowly approaches Shawn from behind and grabs him by the twigs and berries.

Pip: BIRTH OF VENUS!!!

Atara slams Shawn hard onto the canvas, and goes for the cover.








1….







2…….







Thr…….

Shawn gets a shoulder up at the last second. Atara not wanting to waste any time picks Shawn up and levels him with a European uppercut. That rocks Shawn even more. Atara lines Shawn up for her Spartan Kick.

HHL: That could be it!!!

Shawn at the last possible second steps backwards. Causing Atara to stumble forward for just a second. Shawn nails her with a quick kick to the stomach to hunch her over.

Pip: Here we go!

Shawn hooks both of her arms. Swings his leg back and then back forward. And plants Atara skull first onto the mat.

HHL: EGO TRIP!!!

Shawn goes for the cover, hooking both legs in the process.









1…..











2………











3!!!!!!


HHL: Shawn did it as he’s moving onto the next round…

Pip: But at what cost…… what’s this!?!

From the crowd Osira Themis comes sliding into the ring. Shoving and pushing Shawn off of her sister. Shawn stares at Osira and Atara with a cold blank expression on his face. Shawn slowly gets to his feet and stands over both women, and just walks out of the ring. Not looking back but as he reaches the top of the ramp he stops and takes one deep breath before disappearing behind the curtain.

Winner and Advancing to the FINAL FOUR- Shawn Warstein

---

The sunny shades of palm trees set a panoramic view to casual by-goers walking on the boardwalk of Malibu Beach. Ah, California. Several camera cuts occur to women walking around in scantily clad bikinis, men with their chiseled out physiques playing football on the beach, and numerous Californians partaking in small talk as they go about their carefree day drinking some cheap vodka out of a Solo cup, and smoking on bud they overpayed for out of some head shop around the corner. As the scene variously shows numerous visuals of happiness amongst the crowd... a grizzly voice cuts through the chanting of bird calls from the seagulls.

"People on the streets always ask me.... what makes you wanna come back?"

A quick transition that goes to black and white to an gigantic silhouette of a figure about a block away. He's alone, to himself, camera facing his back as it pans into him maintaining a solid form on a power clean on a barbell that looks to hold roughly 285 lbs as he does repetition after repetition.

"Is it.... money?"

The man then drops the barbell hard to the concrete, as it crashes down with an intensity of a plane crash. We then transition to a shot of the man closer, a view of his wide, muscular bulk as he leans over a rusted, and weathered curl rack.

"Is it.... fame?"

We transition again, this time to a view of him inclining two 120 lb dumbells over his shoulders, as he shows a tenacious, demonic expression on his face after every rep. The pump of every rep showing a more vascular appearance to his chest. At this point, we now see that he is shirtless, covered in a myriad of tattoo's. The one that sticks out the most.... throughout the veins shooting through his skin are the words "One Day You May".

"I tell them... it's the satisfaction of watching another man lie unconscious on the ground as I lay over top of them."

We transition again, this time to a slow motion visual of another figure being manhandled by a wrestling takedown in the Malibu sand. The brawn figure is then seen choking him out very resoundingly as he takes control of his sparring opponents back. A transition shows a group of on-lookers are arguing over bets they had placed on the two men. The camera then randomly transitions to a pit-bull terrier barking, and then the vignette shifts back to the man rising to his feet, as he looks down at the lifeless Cholo that he just choked out.

"I tell them... it's the satisfaction of inflicting pain to another motherfucker. I TELL THEM... it's about being.... the baddest motherfucker... on the planet."

"20 years away... and everyday I hear the words whisper in my head..."

As he looks down at him with a soulless stare a female runs from out of the crowd to check on the unconscious figure. She caresses his head, trying to bring life back into the man, as she looks up to the endearing figure that stands above her, as he quickly shifts his attention towards the boardwalk and walks through the endless crowd, as every eye stares in disbelief at the hulking figure that walks by.

"One day... you may."

The camera then fades to black, as the words "SIL FRIGIDA" transition to the screen before the end of the segment feed.

---

Pip Collins: Ladies and gentleman, we now move into our fourth, and final elite Eight matchup in March Madness! This will determine the last competitor in the Final Four.


Heather Halliwell: Kerien Overton versus the odds-on-favorite to win this whole tournament, the one, the only, Doctor Louis D’Ville!


Pip Collins: We have Betsy Granger, we have Miss Fury, we have Shawn Warstine, we have the second chance battle royale winner, now it’s time to see if Doc can cement himself in that field





The arena goes dark and a red mist rises up around the stage and through it appears Doctor Louis D'VIlle. He slowly walks down the ramp basking in the quiet hush that has blanketed the arena.


But suddenly the arena turns into an uproar.


Pip Collins: HEATHER! LOOK!


Heather Halliwell: That’s Kieran Overton!


KO charges down the ramps towards Doc. D’Ville turns around to see Kieran running in a full sprint towards him, Doc smiles…


”Well hello Kier-”


Just as Doc goes to speak Kieran blasts D’Ville in the side of his skull with a violent elbow shot. Blood splatters on the guardrail and on the floor as Doc topples over, smashing into the ring steps just outside of the ring. Kieran pounces on Doc who has no time to recover. A knee shot to the face splits Doc’s nose. KO lifts Doc and slams his head face-first into the top of the steps.

Match 6 Kieran Overton - vs - Doctor Louis D'Ville Standard Singles Match 4 roleplays/3000 word max

Heather Halliwell: This is a BRILLIANT strategy from Kieran! He’s going to soften D’Ville up before the match even starts!


KO climbs onto the steps and lifts D’Ville onto his shoulders. He releases him with a powerbomb sending Doc thrashing sideways against the ring apron. Kieran stays on the attack. He dives from the steps and crushes down on Doc with a frog splash.


KO’s adrenaline is coursing, he’s never felt so close to achieving greatness. He lifts the helpless Doc again, ANOTHER RELEASE POWERBOMB INTO THE RING APRON!

The stadium is silent with shock and horror. D’Ville is a bloody mess and being manhandled. KO reaches under the ring and pulls out a Kendo Stick.


Doc, glossy-eyed and spinning in and out of consciousness looks up at KO smiling behind the blood. KO swings and connects with a devastating blast from the kendo stick right across D’Ville’s forehead.

Doc falls forward to his face. Keiran mounts his back and uses the kendo stick to pull underneath Doc’s neck, locking in the Beast Pain! A devastating camel clutch! KO screams out as he wrenches back harder.

Pip Collins: This is just getting ridiculous folks! This match hasn’t even begun and it appears to be over!


Heather Halliwell: KO has now taken out TWO legends from this tournament! First Noah Jackson, and now Doctor D’Ville!


KO breaks the hold, and Doc tries shaking up to his arms with a dead crawling. And KO again bashes Doc in the face with a sickening knee. “THIS IS OVER!” KO screams, lifting D’Ville up and rolling him under the bottom rope and into the ring. His blood instantly begins staining the ring mat.


KO enters the ring behind him and the match, FINALLY, officially begins as Nipsy rings the bell. KO lifts Doc to his feet laughing at him. ANOTHER POWERBOMB! He makes the cover!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















































NO!

D’VILLE HAS KICKED OUT! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?


KO’s face twists with rage. He stomps on the back of D’Ville’s head and mounts his back again.


Heather Halliwell: BEAST PAIN! BEAST PAIN!


Pip Collins: Heather! Blood is spraying from D’Ville’s face! He appears to be unconscious!


Soon, Doc’s entire face is engulfed by the crimson leaking from his forehead and nose. KO wrenches back, D’Ville goes limp. Chaz Bobo rushes to his side to check his vitals, he’s going to call the match.


BUT DOC FLINCHES!







HE POWERS UP TO ONE KNEE!







KO TRIES LOCKING IN THE CAMEL CLUTCH EVEN TIGHTER!
















BUT D’VILLE GETS TO BOTH FEET NOW!


































Pip Collins: OH MY GOD!


Heather Halliwell: He’s smiling, Pip! D’Ville is actually smiling!!


Doc drops back, smashing KO into the mat. Both men gather to their feet quickly! KO swings with all of his strength, a sickening punch connects to Doc’s mouth that can be heard all over the arena. Doc’s head whips as he eats the punch…


But he’s still standing!


Doc turns quickly and faces a now horrified KO!


“DIE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” KO screams at the smiling Doc.


Been there. Done that.


Doc scoops KO up.


LOBOTOMY!


Doc buries KO on his neck with the inhumane falcon arrow pile driver.


Pip Collins: THAT’S IT! THAT’S IT! IT’S OVER!



Heather Halliwell: BUT WHAT’S DOC DOING!?



D’Ville lifts KO and moves him to the turnbuckle. He places him on top and climbs up in front of him. He drives KO’s head under his arm and turns him vertical.








Pip Collins: OH! MY! GOD!





THE LOBOTOMY FROM THE TOP TURNBUCKLE INTO THE RING!

D’Ville stands over Kieran and places a foot on his chest.

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!















































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!































































3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner And Advancing To The Final Four - Doctor Louis D’Ville

D’Ville, battered and bloodied, kneels down beside the broken Kieran Overton and pats him on his belly.

That was a good go, ol’ boy. But next time you MUST try harder.

Doc’s music doesn’t even hit as he exits the ring and walks back up the ramp, leaving a trail of blood behind him as he doesn’t even bother to wipe his face.

---

FINAL FOUR DRAWING!!!



OOC: Sorry for the whack ass quality, it was shot on a phone, then emailed, things happened but here it is.

---

The Diesel Blues strikes up and Big Daddy Cool makes his entrance after the sound of the horrrrrrrrrrrrrrn. He carries the old WWF title and slaps hands with a few fans at ringside. He walks up the stairs and steps over the top rope and into the ring. He then walks to the middle and holds both the WWF title and his other fist in the air as he gets showered with that sweet retro 1995 gold pyro.


HHL: "Diesel's last match was......... interesting, to say the least."

PC: "That's right, Heather; as we saw on the last episode of Savage, Diesel went down to one of the most devastating finger pokes I think I've EVER seen! Yet, somehow, Big Daddy Cool was able to get up afterwards as if nothing had happened!"

HHL: "That's because it didn't actually DO anything!"

PC: "You don't know that! The only person who DOES is standing in that ring."

HHL(mumbling to herself): "Just let it go, Heather, there's no point in arguing."

PC: "Did you say something?"

HHL(ignoring Pip): "Here comes Centurion!"




As his theme music hits, Centurion walks out from the back to an enormous pop from the live crowd. He stands at the top of the ramp, soaking it in for a moment, before heading down the aisle. Cent' eventually makes it to ringside where he heads over to the steps, climbs up them, and into the ring. The moment he makes it in, Diesel is right there to go chest to chest with him, arm in the air in an attempt to establish dominance.


HHL: "Diesel might wanna cool it a bit."

PC: "Are you kidding?!? He's Big Daddy Cool, he knows exactly what he's doing!"

HHL: "Centurion is one of the most accomplished wrestlers in XWF history, I doubt he's gonna let a man who carries around a nonexistent Championship intimidate him."

PC: "Nonexistent?!? It's right there!!!!!"


As Heather predicted, Centurion shows no sign of intimidation as he shoulders his way past Diesel and over to his corner. Big Daddy Cool turns around to grab at him, but the referee gets in his way to prevent it.


HHL: "Looks like Big Daddy HOT, now."

PC: "I'm disgusted by Centurion's blatant display of disrespect!"

HHL: "What about Diesel?"

PC: "What about him?"

HHL(sighing): "Can we just get this match started?"


DING! DING! DING!

Match 7 Centurion - vs - Diesel Standard Singles Match Savage Rules

Diesel and Centurion meet in the middle of the ring, with Big Daddy Cool confidently looking down at his opponent. Cent' holds his right hand up and balls it into a fist, with the exception of his index finger, before putting it to Diesel's chest and poking him. Unlike last Savage, the move has no effect on Big Daddy Cool who shakes his head at Cent' with a gigantic smile across his face.


PC: "He's impervious to Cent's Fingerpoke of Doom!"


Diesel abruptly kicks Centurion in the midsection and puts his head between his legs, following it up with a fist raised high above his head as the fans get to their feet, already.


HHL: "This could be Bob Backlund all over again!"


Big Daddy Cool goes to pick Centurion up in Jackknife Powerbomb position, but the veteran manages to slip out behind his opponent and go for an Angle Slam. Before he can lift Diesel up, however, Big Daddy Cool is able to grab the top rope and prevent him from doing so.


PC: "A narrow escape for BOTH men!"


Centurion beats his arm against Diesel's back a couple times before attempting to Irish Whip him towards the ropes, only to have it reversed. On the rebound, Big Daddy Cool drops Cent' with a Big Boot and covers him with the very same foot he just used.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!


HHL: "Diesel might wanna hook a leg next time he goes for a cover."

PC: "He's so confident, he doesn't NEED to!"

HHL: "That measily 1 count says otherwise."


Diesel brings Centurion to his feet and catapults him towards the corner. Cent' hits the turnbuckles so hard it sends him right into a Sidewalk Slam from Big Daddy Cool who, this time, hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
KICKOUT!!!!!!!!


PC: "This match has been all Diesel, so far."


Big Daddy Cool picks Centurion up and places him onto his shoulders like he's going for Snake Eyes, but Cent' manages to escape before Diesel can drop him on the top turnbuckle. With his opponent's back to him, Centurion knocks Nash into the corner with a V-Trigger and connects with an Angle Slam after that.


HHL: "1000 Mile Slam!"


Centurion rolls over onto his opponent and hooks one of his massive legs for the pin attempt.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!


PC: "That kickout was toooooooooo sweet!"

HHL: "God, can you BE any more of a mark?"

PC: "Just doing my job, Heather.................. and don't call me Mark!"


Centurion stands up and grabs at his opponent's legs in an attempt to go for the Fall of Rome, but Diesel shoves him backwards into the ropes. Big Daddy Cool goes to get up as Cent' bounces off the ropes, only to get knocked back down by a Blood Symphony! Centurion drops down and lays across his opponent's chest for a cover.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
DIESEL TOSSES CENTURION OFF OF HIM!!!!!!!!


PC: "What power by Big Daddy Cool!"

HHL: "I'm sure being the size of a tree helps with that."


Diesel sits up, prompting Centurion to Dropkick him in the back. The move has little effect on Big Daddy Cool who winces slightly while flipping his hair out of his face, before proceeding to a vertical base. As soon as he gets to his feet, however, Cent' is right there with a Kick to the gut, which he attempts to follow up with a Suplex.


PC: "Does he REALLY think he can Suplex Big Daddy Cool?"

HHL: "Whether he does or doesn't, it's not gonna stop him from trying!"


Centurion struggles to lift the big man up, straining his back in the process. This allows Diesel to pick him up in a Vertical Suplex, instead. Before he can doing anything with it, though, Cent' fights back with a flurry of rights while upside down, causing Big Daddy Cool to lose his balance. He stumbles towards the side of the ring and sets Centurion, feet first, onto the apron. Diesel swings at his opponent, who blocks the strike and responds with one of his own. Big Daddy Cool throws another one, which Cent' ducks before delivering a Chop across his opponent's chest. A frustrated Diesel furiously grabs onto the top rope and uses his body weight to fling it towards Centurion, forcing him to fly off the apron and into the barricade as the entire arena let's out a gasp.


HHL: "Cent's getting too old to take those kind of bumps!"

PC: "Maybe he should've thought about that before stepping into the ring with Big Daddy Cool!"


The referee begins a 10 count, but is forced to immediately start it over as Diesel climbs over the top rope to the outside. He then approaches Cent's lifeless body before dragging him to his feet and setting up for the Jackknife Powerbomb.


HHL: "He's not gonna do it on the floor, is he?!?"

PC: "He most certainly is! Diesel's about to put Centurion into a retirement home!"


Big Daddy Cool lifts Centurion up and Powerbombs him onto the unforgiving concrete as the fans begin to boo. Diesel takes a moment to throw up the Wolfpac gesture, garnering even more heat from the relentless crowd.


HHL: "That one didn't resonate well with the fans in attendance."

PC: "Oh boo hoo! Diesel's trying to win, not like these losers know anything about THAT!"


Diesel goes to bring Centurion to his feet, but he instantly falls back down. Big Daddy Cool points at him and laughs before lifting Cent' back up and rolling him in the ring. He then uses the top rope to pull himself onto the apron and climbs over it, forcing the ref to stop the count at 7. Diesel drops to his knees and confidently lays across Cent' in an attempt to end the match.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!!!!!!!!


PC: "That was 3!!!"

HHL: "The ref says otherwise."

PC: "This never would've happened with a BOB referee!"

HHL: "I don't doubt that one bit."


Big Daddy Cool has a meltdown that'd make the rest of the Kliq proud, but the ref insists Cent' got his foot on the rope before his hand hit for the 3 count. A pissed off Diesel picks Centurion up onto his shoulders, walks over to the corner, and drops him on the top turnbuckle for a Snake Eyes before dropping to the ropes and back, where he connects with a Running Big Boot. Diesel then sits on his opponent's chest and crosses his arms for a unique cover.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
THRE---KICKOUT!!!!!!!!!


PC: "How the hell did Cent' kick out of THAT?!?!?"

HHL: "By being a Legend, Pip............. by being a Legend."


A furious Diesel gets to his feet and puts Centurion's head between his legs before raising his fist and calling for one final Jackknife. However, before he can bend down and pick his opponent up, Centurion drops down on all fours and crawls between Big Daddy Cool's legs. Cent' positions himself beside Diesel, allowing him to hit a very sloppy Saito Suplex that leaves both men out on the mat.


HHL: "It doesn't look like Cent' got all of that Saito Suplex!"

PC: "Not sure if it was fatigue or Big Daddy Cool's size, but he definitely had trouble getting him up."


The referee starts a count, but it doesn't take long for the fresher Diesel to make it to his feet. He flips his hair out of his face and approaches Centurion, who defends himself with multiple shots to the abdomen. They don't seem to have much effect on Big Daddy Cool, who bends Cent' over and nails him with a hard forearm to the spine. Diesel then Irish Whips his opponent to the ropes and raises a Boot as he bounces back...................... only for Cent' to catch it!!!!! Big Daddy Cool shakes his head and swings at him, but his leg puts too much distance between them to connect! Centurion then uses his right leg to trip Diesel before grabbing onto his other one and turning him over into a Walls of Jericho!


HHL: "Centurion's got the Fall of Rome locked in! With all those leg issues Diesel suffers in the future, he might want to tap out here!"

PC: "Maybe the issues are BECAUSE OF this match!"


Diesel shakes his head, trying everything he can to fight through the pain as the ref asks him if he wants to quit. Centurion leans back and applies more pressure to the legs and lower back of his opponent, but Big Daddy Cool refuses to give up.


HHL: "Maybe you're right, Pip."

PC: "Usually am."


Diesel reaches his long arms out, but is still a few inches away from the ropes. He slowly begins to drag himself closer to the side of the ring, with Cent' trying his damndest to prevent him from moving, unsuccessfully. After making a bit of progress, Big Daddy Cool reaches out, once more, this time wrapping his hand around the bottom rope, forcing the referee to call for a break. An exhausted Centurion collapses as soon as he let's go, with his face hitting the mat on the way down.


HHL: "You gotta wonder how much Cent' has left in the tank."

PC: "Looks like he was running on fumes and just ran out!"


Diesel uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Centurion is barely able to crawl to his hands and knees. Big Daddy Cool reaches forward and puts Cent's head between his legs, raising a fist in the air and signaling for the end. Before he can do anything, though, Centurion slips out and repositions Diesel onto his shoulders, his knees shaking underneath him as if they were about to buckle.


HHL: "He's going for the Fabula Nova Crystallis!"

PC: "Nobody ever kicks out of THAT!!!!!"


Centurion uses his last remaining stamina to hit a One Winged Angle on Big Daddy Cool, driving him into the canvas as hard as he can. Cent' collapses over top of Diesel for a powerless cover.

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
THRE---
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
E!!!!!!!!!!

Winner- Centurion via pinfall

HHL: "That was pretty good for a Diesel match!"

PC: "I was thinking the same about Cent'!"


The referee raises Centurion's arm, but it drops back down the moment he let's go.


HHL: "That match took everything Centurion had, and then some!"

PC: "Big Daddy Cool put up a helluva fight, and an even better performance."


The referee helps Centurion exit the ring and walks him up the aisle, receiving a round of applause from the live crowd. As soon as he makes it to the back, though, we hear a random scream from a fan in the audience, followed by a couple more.


HHL: "What's going on?"

PC: "Look in the rafters!"


The camera looks up, revealing the man who was in the rafters earlier in the show dropping down from them, into the ring.




PC: "Oh my God, what's he doing with Big Daddy Cool?!?"


The mystery man grabs hold of Diesel, causing him to regain consciousness and cry out for help.

Diesel: "Help me, Miss Fury! I'm being kidnapped by a vanilla midget!!!!!"

The man whacks Diesel in the back of the head, knocking him back out, before strapping him to his chest and pulling them up by the rope as the fans go crazy.


PC: "Somebody call the police, we have a kidnapping in progress!"


A few of the lower BOB members run out to assist, but by that point they're already too high. Diesel and the mystery man rise up into the rafters until they disappear into the darkness.

---

---

Pip Collins: Ladies and gentlemen, the match we are about to witness can be described as nothing less than a blood feud. Television Champion, Demos has made it clear that he’s going to war with The Left Hand in recent weeks, and his challenger Marf has faced a share of those attacks… and tonight, one of these two men are going to be forced to utter the words: ‘I Quit’!

Heather Halliwell: Demos has gone after every XWF Left Hand member, even picking up a win against them in tag-team competition recently. Tonight Marf is going to try and make Demos end this war.



Lights in the Sky hits as the fans begin to boo.


TIG: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN IIIII QUIT MATCH! AND IS FOR THE XWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

Marf makes his way out onto the stage, looking around at the audience and shaking his head in disgust.

TIG: INTRODUCING FIRST… THE CHALLENGER! FROM CANADALAND! WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDERED-TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS!

MAAAARRRRRF!!!!!!!!!

He marches to the ring while the crowd continues to boo and insult him. Marf rolls into the ring and goes to a corner, not even flipping off the crowd as usual, his eyes instead glued to the entrance ramp as he paces waiting for his sworn enemy to appear.



TIG: AND HIS OPPONENT! FROM STEUBENVILLE OHIO!

HE IS!



THE XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!!

The crowd in Las Vegas goes wild as Demos steps onto the stage. A look of stoic violence written in his eyes as he stares down Marf, stomping directly towards him.

TIG: DEEEEEEEEEMOOOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before the ring announcer can even finish saying his name, and before the bell can even ring, Demos slings his Television Title to the ground and makes a running slide under the bottom rope in a b-line straight for Marf!

Match 8 TELEVISION TITLE MATCH Marf - vs - Demos © I Quit Match 15 minute time limit Savage Rules

The two rush the center of the ring, and quickly Demos has tackled Marf to the mat, growling and shouting loudly as he clubs Marf in the head and the face repeatedly with fists, elbows, forearms, and claws.

Pip Collins: FINALLY! The bell has rung and this war is officially underway!

14:59

Marf desperately tries covering his head as Demos wails on him, and then sends a knee into Demos’ crotch causing him to suck-air. Marf goes to roll Demos over but somehow he stays latched on and the two men roll under the bottom rope and onto the floor while continually pounding one-another in the face.

Marf is up to his feet first, his nose already bleeding. As Demos stands, Marf wraps him up for a belly-to-belly -”AHH!!!!”- Demos yells swinging the center of his forehead right into the tip of Marf’s nose, smashing it in. Marf’s eyelids immediately bite into one another, he releases Demos and starts to step back clutching his face. But Demos gives no quarter, jerking Mark by the arm and whiping him at the steel steps.

Pip Collins: OOH! WHAT A SICK THUD!

Heather Haliwell: The impact of Marf smashing into those steps was devastating! He went head first!

Marf is collapsed and dazed, his face caked in dried blood from his nose as he sits leaned up against the steps. Demos rushes him! He rams his knee towards Marf like he would if he were seated at the turnbuckle, but Marf’s eyes light up just in time as he rolls out of the way.

12:11

Demos’ knee cracks and bends into the steel as he shouts out in pain. Marf pounces, shoulder tackling Demos into the ringpost. As Demos thrashes to the ground, Marf labors to his feet and grabs the top portion of the steel steps and throws them to the floor. He grabs Demos’ hand and lays it on the bottom surface…

Pip Collins: Oh my god, Heather! Marf is going to break Demos’ hand!

Marf swings the top portion of the steps above his head,

“YOU’D RATHER PLAY WITH PUPPETS THAN RAISE THE LEFT HAND?! TRY PLAYING WITH THEM NOW!”

Marf slams the top steps down directly onto Demos’ left hand, and before the masked warrior can even react to the agonizing pain, Marf grabs his hair and runs repeated knee shots into the side of Demos’ head.

Heather Halliwell: Oh sick! I think that’s blood leaking out of Demos’ ear!

Marf using his incredible strength lifts Demos up onto his shoulder and onto the ring apron, he screams violently as he takes off running.


HOLY FUCK!


Marf dives off of the apron taking Demos with him in a running powerslam onto the mangled steps! The jagged steel pierces each man as they shout out in pain. Chaz Bobo runs in with a microphone

“DO YOU QUIT?” Bob asks, lowering the microphone near each man’s mouth. Demos is heard retching out in agony, he looks up and smatch’s the mic away from Bobo. Demos rolls and starts smashing the end of the mic into the back of Marf’s skull. Marf’s head whips into the steps as Demos climbs to his while continuing to abuse Marf with the microphone.

Demos throws the microphone down and grabs Marf with his smashed hand and slings his head between his legs. The two stand up on the steps, Demos grabs the back of Marf’s pants and piledrives his head into the steel.

“MARF HAS TO LEARN! HE MUST SUBMIT!”

Demos reaches under the ring and grabs a chair and throws it into the ring as Marf lays out on the steps. He then grabs a black bag and tosses it into the ring.

Pip Collins: Remember folks, this is a Television Title match so the clock is ticking away. If these men are going to get their opponents to say ‘I-QUIT’, they’re going to have to get it done soon!

8:32

Demos is back in the ring, he tucks the metal chair under his arm and climbs the turnbuckle. He looks out to Marf who is battered and sprawled out over the steel steps.

Heather Halliwell: DEMOS DIVES!

Demos leaps from the turnbuckle with the chair and falls like an anvil on Marf’s face, smacking so hard that he ricochets off and crashes into the guard rail.

After a moment Bobo holds the mic to Marf’s mouth asking if he quits

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Marf shouts out, his eyes shut as he begins feeling around on the ground to lift himself. But it’s too late! Demos is already jerking Marf up by his head, Demos swings a wild elbow, but Marf ducks! He charges at Demos and flips the big man over with a hellacious clothesline!

Marf grabs the chair from the ground and begins targeting the knee that Demos hurt earlier in the match. He smashes into the front kneecap over and over before opening the chair up and wedging Demos’ knee inside. Marf steps back and takes off running towards Demos. Marf leaps in the air and comes down hard with both knees onto the seat of the chair, causing the folding mechanism to pull Demos’ leg in different directions.

Marf picks Demos up, ripping the leather mask from his face and deliveries a blood curling straight right fist to Demos’ mouth, a tooth pierces up through Demos’ lip. Marf doesn’t let Demos hit the ground, he snags him by the hair instead and rolls him under the rope.

4:07

Both men move around gingerly. Demos trying to get to his feet and Marf walking over to lift him. Marf lifts Demos and whips him into the ropes, you can hear Demos’ knee cracking back into place as he takes off running. On the rebound, Marf steps out of the way and snatches Demos from the side with a bursting Full-Nelson Slam.

Marf looks over to the black bag Demos threw into the ring earlier. He opens it up and looks inside… a sick smile etches across his face.

Pip Collins: “THUMBTACKS!!!”

Marf begins dumping the thumbtacks all over the ring. He walks over to Demos who is beginning to stir, and hooks his leg, throwing one of his arms over his shoulder.

Heather Halliwell: “He’s going to drop Demos with the Echoslide right on the thumbtacks!!”

Marf jerks Demos off from his one foot and lifts him, BUT DEMOS COUNTERS AND SLIDES DOWN HIS BACK!

Pip Collins: “WHAT THE HELL IS DEMOS DOING, HEATHER?”

Demos reaches into his sweat pants and pulls out a filthy looking gym sock and slides it over his mangled left hand.

Heather Halliwell: “That’s Marf the Sock, Pip! He really has a way with words!”

Just as Marf turns around, Demos crams the sock covered fingers into the back of Marf’s throat. His eyes instantly well up, his arms flailing around as Demos screams in his face. Marf charges back, biting down as hard as he can on Demos’ fingers, but the hand is pretty much numb since being smashed with the steps earlier. Marf charges ahead, pushing Demos who still has his hand in his mouth into the turnbuckle. In desperation, Marf sends a knee right into Demos’ groin which breaks the hold.

Pip Collins: “Ladies and gentleman, this has been a war!”

1:59

Heather Halliwell: “Yes it has! But only 120 seconds remain in this contest! With the champion’s advantage, Marf better act quickly if he’s going to get Demos to submit!”


Marf climbs the turnbuckle and lifts Demos with him, he’s setting up for his front flip piledriver from the top turnbuckle!



BUT DEMOS PUNCHES MARF RIGHT IN THE GUT!

1:30

Demos gets up right and hooks Marf under the arms.


He’s going to hit the Devil Hook Drop from the top rope, face first into the thumbtacks!














BUT NOW MARF BREAKS OUT!























































He punches Demos in the face and wraps him with a bear hug!




































































Marf leaps from the turnbuckle still holding onto Demos!

1:01

Both men land into the sea of thumbtacks! Both men roll around screaming in pain as the sharp metal plunges into their skin flesh.

Before Marf can do anything, Demos rolls on top of him.

“YOU’RE AN EVIL MAN, MARF! IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO SUBMIT TO MYYYYY RULE!”

Demos attempts to plunge his right thumb into Marf’s eye but Marf punches Demos in the throat. Not once but twice!!!!

Pip Collins: “WOW! Two quick strikes by Marf to Demo's throat and you can hear the TV champ gasping for air!”

HHL: It looked like Demos had Marf dead to right but with two strikes everything has changed!

0:41

Demos’ eye turns red as blood begins to leak from his socket and onto Marf’s face. Bobo runs over with the microphone in each man’s face asking if they quit,

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


“NOOOOO-”

As Demos grabs at his throat gasping for air Demos reaches forward and with his right hand rams his finger into Demo's other eye pressing as hard as he possibly can letting out a wild violent scream as he does.

0:15

Bobo once again moves forward and reaches out with the mic

0:10

Do you quit?

Winner and NEW XWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: MARF

HHL: "I can't believe it! Marf did it! Marf is the NEW XWF TV Champ!"

Pip: "That was bullshit!!! This is bullshit!!! Demos would never quit. Never!"

HHL: "What are you saying Pip? We all heard it. He quit. He said it twice."

Pip: "We all heard something and it was bullshit. That's what I'm saying."


XWF Fades to commercial.

---

Sometime later, looking a little worse for wear, but ready for more nevertheless, Betsy Granger is once again roaming the arena. The black sharpie is once again in her hand as she looks around thoughtfully. Her alert emerald eyes sweep everything, searching every shadow an extra second longer. The presence of the Left Hand at this point was palpable and she knew it was only a matter of time before they struck again. Forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, she continued roaming the halls, searching for any friendly faces among the crowd. She is soon rewarded with one that brings a genuine smile to her face.


Betsy Granger: Hello, my friend.


There’s an enormous pop from the crowd as Alias joins Granger on screen; both of them have their respective championships draped over their shoulders. Before another word can be exchanged between them, Betsy takes Alias’ good hand and draws her star on it. When she’s finished, he holds it up to his face, his eyebrow quirking curiously upward.


Alias: I’m not used to such a tame style of branding. Usually, there’s more fire. What gives?


Betsy Granger: Let’s just call it my... seal of approval.


Alias: Ooh is there a super-secret plan? Wanna let me in on it?


Betsy Granger: Not here and now, but very soon... and it will be much more dramatic.


She gestures towards the cameras before putting a finger playfully to her lips. Despite himself, Alias smirks at the Impossible Traveler’s behavior and chooses to play along. Nodding to acknowledge her promise, he gears the conversation towards more present matters.


Alias: Are you ready? It’s a day ending in Y, which usually means the Left Hand is gonna come for us.


A ghost of a smile plays across Betsy’s lip. It’s gone so quickly; Alias convinces himself he had just imagined it. Her face remains politely neutral as she nods up at him, smiling cheerfully.


Betsy Granger: Let them start their shit tonight.


Another smirk touches his lips at the sudden surge of aggression in her tone. In an unusual gesture of comradery, he reaches out and pats her on the shoulder encouragingly.


Alias: That’s the spirit! You hungry?


Betsy Granger: Positively ravenous. Let us devour the creepy fucks.


The pair head off down the hall away from the camera, still talking amongst each other as the scene switches...

---

Jenny enters the arena and walks down the ramp. She is carrying a bag, presumably with Charlie's severed ear inside, and a black studded leather coat. She has a focused and intense look on her face, but also a sense of poised confidence. She seems to be at peace, which is odd for her. She walks up the steps and into the ring, removing the coat as she waits for the champs music to hit.





"Blinding Light" by Fame on Fire hits while Calypso is already in the ring waiting. As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.

“Sin City’s cold and empty
No one’s around to judge me
I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”

Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.

“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”

As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist and bobing her head in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes playing up the fans, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout while Calypso watches from the other corner.

Match 9 SHOOTING STAR CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Jenny Myst - vs - Betsy Granger © Ladder Match Savage Rules

The bell rings as the two women circle. The crowd is uproarious as the belt dangles over the head of these two fierce competitors, and when they finally tie up, its like an explosion.

[white]Pip: Here we go! One of the most highly anticipated matches on this card and this crowd is electric!

The champ tosses Myst into the corner. She charges the challenger, but Myst slides away from it. She fires off two shots to the head of the champ and whips her into the corner. Myst charges this time, and Becky slides underneath Myst's legs. Jenny turns around into a standing drop kick which sends her back into the corner. Betsy chops Myst twice across the chest, then grabbing her by the hair, tosses her into the center of the ring. Myst is back up quickly, however, and the two meet in the middle. Betsy swings, Jenny ducks, and slides behind, locking her arms around the waist of the champ. She goes for a suplex, but Betsy blocks, and Jenny tries again, only to be blocked. Betsy elbows Jenny in the head, once, twice, and the third time breaks the hold. Betsy slides behind Jenny this time and locks her around the waist. Jenny tries fighting out of it but Betsy is able to lift the smaller woman up, throwing her back for a suplex.

But Jenny lands on her feet.

CHICK KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!!!

Betsy drops.

Jenny snarls and slides out of the ring, going under the ring.

Pip: Action packed match here so far! But it looks like Jenny wants to try to get 0ut of Allegiant Stadium early here and hit the strip!

[red]Heather: Do you blame her? She is experienced inside that ring, she knows t0 take every opportunity that comes her way. She is very familiar with these ladder matches, too, Pip. She's won two of them recently!

Jenny is under the ring, tossing out various weapons before she gets the ladder out. She actually takes out two, one a tad bit smaller than the other. Just as she is about to slide it into the ring, Betsy baseball slides Jenny, connecting with her midsection and sending her crashing back into the barricade, knocking over the time keeper and ring announcer. Betsy rolls out of the ring, and slides both ladders into the ring before turning around to be greated with a hard right hand from the challenger. Then another. Then another. Jenny takes Betsy by the hair and whips her back first into the steel ring steps, moving them off their foundation a tad. Betsy is wincing, in the sitting position. Jenny's face lights up as she has an idea! She yells, running towards Betsy who moves at the very last second!

Jenny goes for the flying knee but crashes into the now vacant steps. She falls to the mat holding her knee and rolling around as Betsy crawls away. Using the apron to get to her feet, the champ rolls into the ring. Betsy begins to set up the ladder but before she can get it up she looks up to see Jenny on the top rope! The challenger goes for it all, leaping off the top.

ENZUIGURI!!!!!

Betsy connects to the side of the head of the challenger and Myst is flat on her back. The crowd roars at this display of athleticism, and Betsy looks down at her fallen foe for a few seconds before going back to set up the ladder.

Myst begins to stir, though, just as Betsy has the ladder upright, Myst is to her feet. Betsy swings again, but Myst ducks, shoving her into the ladder. The ladder falls, propped up in the corner, with Betsy on top of it. She appears to have hit the back of her head on it in the scrum.

Jenny, still a bit wobbling, yells out again as she charges, launching herself and landing her full body weight on top of Betsy, on top of the ladder. The steel ladder has no give, however, and Betsy rolls off holding her mid section. Jenny stumbles away, still woozy from the enzuiguri.

Pip: This match already shaping up to be a classic! Neither of these two women can get one up on the other, and they both want this so badly! But Betsy DOES have a March Madness tournament to worry about, how beat up is she willing to get here?!

Heather: As beat up as she needs to get! Betsy is a fighter through and thr0ugh and will take whatever punishment comes her way as long as she is able to grab that belt by the end of this!

Jenny charges again, trying to hit a flying leg to Betsy but the champ rolls out of the way and Jenny crashes into the ladder. She immediately grabs at her back and rolls off, crawling away. She gets back up and Betsy is ready, but Jenny swings almost blindly, and Betsy connects with a drop toe hold, placing Jenny between the ropes. Her chest and neck are over the middle rope. Betsy charges up the crowd a bit then runs, hitting a Tiger feint kick on Myst.

Betsy sees the opening she sees now, as Jenny is reaching up for her with her pink nails. Betsy gets a sadistic grin on her face and gets down to one knee. She locks in the Fujiwara armbar!!!

Pip: ARM BAR! Betsy has the Fujiwara armbar locked in! She is trying to make sure that Jenny CAN'T use that arm to grab the belt! Smart move!

She pulls harder, contorting Jenny's arm. The challenger screams, reaching out with her other arm to try and get the ropes but she was smack in the center of the ring. Jenny knows she can't tap, it wouldn't matter, and reaching the ropes isn't an option. She uses momentum to roll, once, twice, three times and finally rolls out of it but Betsy still has the arm locked, hooking her into a snap suplex and planting her in the center of the ring. Picking Jenny up she lands a Hammerlock Inverted DDT. Myst is down.

Pip: A dominating performance so far for the champion. She has brought the level of intensity that Myst has shown in recent weeks, and she's taking it to the former Shooting Star!

Heather: Myst is in dire straights here but the only thing saving her is Betsy still needs to climb that ladder. This could buy her some valuable time!

The crowd begins to chant for Betsy, the other half booing. Betsy walks over and begins to set up the ladder. The spunky Myst is stirring.

The ladder is set up in the middle of the ring as Betsy points up to the belt, hanging from the rafters at beautiful Allegiant Stadium. Myst, however, has used the ropes to pull herself up.

Myst lunges, Betsy catches her, but Myst uses her athleticism to spin into a wheelbarrow arm drag, flipping Betsy over. The champ pops up and Myst hits a drop kick. Betsy pops up again and Myst shoves her into the corner, jumping onto her but Betsy catches. Myst uses her legs and plants them into the mid section, delivering a monkey flip!

Betsy again pops up relatively quickly and Myst scoop-slams her before looking up at the belt herself, wincing.

Just as Myst begins to climb the ladder, Betsy is up and lifts Myst from underneath.

ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP!

The champ goes to one knee as Myst hits the deck again. Betsy runs a hand through her hair, a bit bewildered by the sudden offensive flurry from the former champ. The ladder remains standing in the center of the ring. Lynch hasn't been able to keep Myst down long enough to climb up it, so she decides she has to do more damage to the challenger. She grabs Jenny by her blonde locks and hoists her up, holding her above her head for a powerbomb.

But Jenny fires a few shots to the head of Betsy. She champ begins to wobble. Jenny continues to punch and slap and bite as Betsy drops the hold. Myst then takes advantage, kicking her in the gut and delivering a spike DDT!

Heather: GTFO! Myst hits GTFO and the champ is down here!

Myst rolls off, however, and is unable to take advantage and climb the ladder. Both women are in the center of the ring. Betsy is on her back, Jenny is crawling towards the ropes.

Pip: Desperation move there from Myst! She did what she had to do but she can't capitalize. She is giving Betsy far too much recovery time!

Betsy sits up and Jenny hauls off and kicks her in the face. PENALTY KICK from Myst. Betsy is back down. Myst trash talks a little, while wincing, before grabbing Betsy's arms. She stands on the champs hair as she pulls her arms up.

She then sends her head crashing down onto the mat. She walks away with a smirk, throwing her arm up as the crowd begins to get into it.

Betsy is stirring though, showing great poise and resistance. She gets up and goes for a roundhouse, Myst ducks.

DRAGON SCREW!

She grabs the legs of Granger, and sits into a modified bow and arrow. She puts pressure on that middle back of Betsy. The champ cries out momentarily, reaching for the ropes but Myst has her dead center. The straightens her legs to add even more pressure to that middle back! Myst, however, growing impatient and knowing she can't win by submission, breaks the hold.

Betsy rolls off holding her back. Myst kicks her in the back as she crawls away.

She lifts Betsy up by the hair. She picks her up and carries her to the corner. Granger gets both legs up, catching herself on the turnbuckle. Myst twists her, so she is face down but Betsy still using her strong legs to hold on. Myst then grins wickedly, and lands a hanging DDT!

Pip: FACE FIRST! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!

Heather: Climb that ladder Jenny! Go claim what is yours!

As if Myst heard her, she gets up and walks towards the ladder. Myst looks up at the belt with stars in her eyes as she begins to climb. She gets about half way up the ladder when her foot is grabbed.

IT'S BETSY! SHE IS BACK UP! THE CHAMP IS UP!

Myst tries to kick her off but Betsy is gaining on her. They finally meet, both women, mid way up the ladder. They begin exchanging punches. Betsy gets a few particularly hard shots in, and Myst is wobbling! Betsy then looks up at the title, then down at the mat. With a deep breath she grabs Myst.

SUPERPLEX OFF THE LADDER!!!!!

Myst splatters in the center of the ring but the force of the impact takes Betsy down as well. The crowd is really into it now.

"HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT"

and

"LETS GO BETSY, BETSY SUCKS"

The mixed crowd is on their feet as both of the top women in this industry begin to stir again, both worse for wear after this intense match. Betsy is up first, just as Myst is pulling herself up. Myst seems to sense the champ coming, however, and takes out the leg of the champion, dropping her on the middle rope torso first.

Myst, still stumbling a bit, then drops both knees across the back of the champion, driving the air out of her on the middle rope. Betsy hangs over the middle rope as Myst rolls out of the ring.

"THAT BELT IS MINE, BETSY! MINEEEE!" Myst says, panting. She hauls off and slaps Betsy, to an "ooohhh" from the capacity crowd. She then walks over to the time keeper, shoving him off the chair and grabbing it, folding it up. She walks back over to Betsy, whose still hanging there, and swings. But Betsy moves at the last second. The chair bounces off the ropes and with a burst of energy Betsy tilt-a-whirls around and kicks the chair into the face of Myst, sending her careening into the barricade.

Betsy scrambles, crawling to the ladder. She begins to climb the ladder.

When she gets about a quarter of the way up, however, she gets cracked in the back with the chair.

She lets go, and drops.

Jenny stands over her, holding the chair.

Pip: Leave it to Jenny Myst to cheat and ruin one hell of a match! She couldn't beat Betsy on her own she she had to resort to using a chair! Damnit!

Heather: Cheating?! There are no rules in a ladder match, Pip! Jenny isn't cheating, she's surviving!

Jenny brings the chair down across the back of Betsy again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Myst has worn Betsy Granger out with the chair, but now wants to send a message. She puts Betsy's leg between the chair and shuts it.

Pip: No! Betsy has a tournament to compete in later! Don't do this! It would take a vile, heartless witch to do this!

Heather: Since when have you known Myst to have a heart?

Jenny sits up on the middle turnbuckle. She poses quickly to the crowd then jumps off the middle rope.

With a sickening thud she lands her two feet onto the chair, and Betsy yells out, instantly grabbing for her leg.

Pip: Jesus Christmas! Jenny Myst may have just snapped the champions ankle! And she's smiling about it!

Heather: This vile mean streak has been prominent in the Queen for weeks now. She cut off Charlie's ear, she carved Betsy's name into Mandii's back....did you really put this past her?

Jenny smiles wickedly as Betsy rolls around, holding her possibly shattered leg.


Myst taunts Betsy, who has tears welling in her eyes as she holds her leg. Jenny smiles again, and stands Betsy up. Her leg immediately gives out, however, and she drops to one knee. Myst grins and comes off the ropes, going to a Shining Wizard to put her out.

BUT BETSY CATCHES HER.

BACK BODY DROP!!!! SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY!!!!!!!!!

Both women are down!

Pip: BETSY GRANGER DIGGING DEEP HERE! A GRITTY PERFORMANCE FROM THE CHAMP BUT CAN SHE CLIMB THE LADDER ON THAT BUM LEG?!

Betsy is trying to get to the ladder. She has a hand on it. Myst is using the ropes to pull herself up. As soon as Betsy gets up, using the ladde for support, Myst kicks that leg out, and Betsy crumbles again.

Heather: Jenny Myst is a ring veteran. She knows what she is doing here. She wants to cripple Betsy, make it impossible to climb that ladder!

Jenny picks her up again, slamming her head off the ladder as Betsy stumbles back into the corner. Jenny runs and connects with a flying forearm and steps back out to do it again. On her second dash, Betsy moves, and Myst bounces off the turnbuckle. Betsy wraps her arms around and delivers a belly-to-back suplex. But her ankle gives out again. Both women are down again, Bliss on her back and Betsy favoring that leg.

Myst is back up and Betsy, using the ladder again for support, get back to her feet. Jenny tackles Betsy into the ladder, knocking it over! It is now propped up in the corner again with Betsy on top!

Myst, holding her already weak back, gets on top of Betsy, on top of the ladder, and begins to slam her head by her hair against the steel. After 4 or 5 times, she rolls off. Leaving Betsy to lay on the ladder, Myst props up the other, though smaller, one that the brought out earlier. As she is doing this, though, Betsy is up. Her and Myst share some blows in the center of the ring, but Betsy gets the upper hand. She kicks Myst in the gut then grabs her by the hair, tossing her back first onto the downed ladder. A "OHHHH" from the Vegas crowd as Jenny arches up, her back now on fire.

Betsy begins to climb up the ladder but she's going slow, her leg not doing her any favors. Myst is slow also but is soon right behind her. Betsy is almost to the top. She reaches, but Myst is pulling on her. Betsy reaches again and Myst clubs her in the back. Then, grabbing a handful of hair.....she TOSSES BETSY OFF THE LADDER, ONTO THE LADDER BELOW!!!!!

Pip: GOOD GOD! THAT HAD TO CAUSE INTERNAL INJURIES! MYST JUST TOSSED THE SHOOTING STAR CHAMPION OFF THE LADDER ONTO THE OTHER ONE!

Heather: Her path is unimpeaded now.....all she has to do is take two more steps!

Jenny climbs to the top and puts her hand on the title, but doesn't grab it. She looks down at Betsy, then out at her hometown fans. She looks at the XWF logo and points to the word MADNESS in the PPV logo. She lets go off the belt.

Heather: Umm.....what the hell is she doing?!

Then, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a second or two, she re opens them and.......

GOLD DIGGER (450 Splash/Twisted Bliss) OFF THE LADDER! ONTO BETSY!!! ONTO THE OTHER LADDER!!!!!!!

But she didn't get all of it.........Betsy rolled and Myst crashed hard onto the ladder. But she got enough for both women to be out.

"HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT"

Pip: Well that settles it, she has snapped......she is certifiably crazy!

Heather: She was making a statement, Pip! She was making a statement!

Pip: Yeah a statement that she's batshit crazy!

EMT's are at ring side, ready for this match to end.

It takes nearly 3 minutes, the fans chanting along the way, before both women are fully on their feet.

Both seem to want this match to be over with, so both make a beeline (as fast as they can with their injuries) towards the ladder. Jenny, however, tries to cheap shot Betsy on the way. She ducks the clothesline. Somehow, even on the bad leg, she lifts Jenny up..........

Full Nelson Face Buster!!!!!!!!!!!

Myst is out flat. Betsy drops to one knee but uses adrenaline to power herself back up. Throwing an arm up she battle-cries and turns towards the ladder, beginning to climb up it. Betsy looks like she's gonna grab the belt. She is on a shorter ladder now, though! She reaches for it, getting her fingertips on it.

Out of seemingly nowhere, Myst is on the ladder, on the other side. She gets to the top. The two begin to trade blows on the top of the ladder. Back and forth, back and forth. Blow to blow to blow. Both women teetering, high above the ring.

Betsy has Myst wobbling. Jenny, who almost slips, quick draws the pepper spray can from her bra. She goes to spray but Betsy grabs her arm. She tries to twist it around, and Myst tries hitting the release button. Betsy is able to twist the arm enough to get a small amount of spray into the eyes of Myst, who lets go of the can. Betsy grabs the can and bashes Jenny in the side of the head with it. Myst drops, landing on the propped ladder below and not moving.

Betsy grabs the belt.

WINNER AND STILL SHOOTING STAR CHAMPION - BETSY GRANGER!

Pip: What a match! What a match! These two ladies gave it all they had and more! This match will go down as one of the greatest women's title matches of all time! Jenny gave a valiant effort tonight, she has nothing to be ashamed of!

Heather: Betsy got lucky this time but I don't think we've seen the last of Jenny Myst!

---

Even though she was staring exhaustion in the face and aching all over, Betsy Granger slumped her way towards her locker room. James would be waiting with ice, water, and fresh tape; her hair also needed brushing and it probably wouldn’t hurt to add another layer of deodorant. Along the way, people pop out of the woodwork to commend her on her performances so far. Nodding gratefully, she mumbles incoherently to acknowledge, focusing her energy on getting to the locker room. Sudden sharp pain in her ribs hits and she cries out, stumbling around a corner and straight into Demos. Despite the hazy fog of exhaustion and pain, her green eyes widen in slight terror. She backs away, lifting her hands up weakly.


Betsy Granger: Peace... I just want to pass.


Demos looks down at her silently for several moments, taking her in. Finally, he steps aside and allows her to carry on her path. In her tired state, it takes her a few moments to realize that he had quietly fallen into step beside her. Looking up at him in open surprise, her mouth falls open slightly.


Betsy Granger: May I... help you?


He looks over at her again, holding his silence just a bit longer. When he finally speaks, his voice is gruff and menacing; despite herself, she flinches away from him.


Demos: How do you plan to handle the Left Hand?


His question breaks through her fog, the namedrop of the detestable stable knocking the beginning of a second wind into her. She straightens up as her gait stabilizes; this is rewarded with a sharp pain through her ribcage. Wincing, she forces herself to look up at him, trying to keep her pain out of her voice.


Betsy Granger: That’s the trick, isn’t it? Every time it seems the numbers have evened out some, eight more pop up. They inbreed members faster than rabbits. Trying to get a handle on them so far has been a challenge; I don’t imagine it’s going to get any easier as this war wages on.


Demos: That doesn’t answer the question, Granger.


They’ve made it to Legacy’s locker room; Betsy can hear Shawn and James’ muffled conversation inside as she leans against the door, favoring her hurt ribs. She and Demos lock gazes and remain that way for moments that tick by like eternity.


Betsy Granger: Without hesitation, and even less mercy.


With a nod of what almost seemed like satisfaction, Demos regards her with an appraising look.


Demos: The Baphomet’s minions will be coming for me tonight. I can sense it in the air. The bitter taste of it sits on my tongue. The smell of my own blood runs through my nostrils with each and every step I take through these halls. Dissentients are lurking, waiting for the Demos. I know it.


He gestures towards the shadows as Betsy nods, acknowledging his point.


Betsy Granger: For what it’s worth to you… Tonight will be the last night any of us gets singled out and ambushed by any of them…”


Demos’ expression remains neutral as he bores another long stare into Betsy; determined not to break eye contact, Betsy returns the gaze. Finally, Demos turns to leave; before he could turn around fully, a thought suddenly occurs to her. She pushes herself off the wall, sending a fresh wave of pain through her ribs. Catching his arm, Betsy stops Demos in time as she pulls the Sharpie from her top. He watches her in mingled confusion and annoyance as she draws the star onto his right hand. He just stares down at it as though it were some kind of insect before looking up at her questioningly.


Betsy Granger: I will explain that... Just not in this setting.


With an understanding nod, Demos takes his leave. Betsy watches him go until he disappears from view, then limps into the Legacy dressing room as the camera switches back to the main arena.

---

Miss Fury makes her way out onto the ramp, the bWo World Championship around her waist, as the fans give a mixed, but mostly negative, reaction.





As his music begins to play, a cocky Shawn Warstein steps out onto the stage where he looks down the aisle and into the ring at his opponent, scoffing at them like they aren't worth his time. Shawn slowly heads down the ramp, taking time to talk shit to random fans as he does so before heading up the steel steps and into the ring. Once inside, he poses with confidence, acting as if he's already won the match despite the fact it hasn't even begun.

Match 10 Missy Fury - vs - Shawn Warstein Standard Singles Match

HHL: "So here we are folks, the crowd is electric and the competitors are ready."

Pip: "Well i'm not sure if these two are entirely ready for one another. I mean this is the ticket to the final, they will be fighting tooth and nail tonight."


DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!


The match is underway as the competitors begin to sidestep around the ring, simultaneously getting hyped up and analyzing their opponent. Shawn is the first one to make a move, he reaches out and attempts to lock up with Fury but she ducks under his arms. After ducking under him, Fury sweeps the legs of Warstein.
Shawn slams his hands on the mat and quickly gets to his feet, by which point Fury is running at him. She attempts to hit a crossbody but Shawn catches her. He then wraps his arms around her waist and hits a thunderous belly to belly.

Pip: "Jeez, that's gunna hurt in the morning"

After hitting the belly to belly, Shawn slinks into the corner. He then leans into the turnbuckles and puts his feet on the ropes and his hands behind his head, taunting Fury.

HHL: "His ego is on full display toni-"

Fury sprints at Shawn and hits him with a big uppercut. As Shawn crumbles in the corner she starts raking his face with her boot. Miss Fury then stands on the second rope, and while Shawn lays dazed Fury grabs onto the top rope. She jumps backwards and snaps herself forward with the ropes, stomping on Shawn repeatedly. Shawn suddenly fights back by grabbing her legs and hoisting her up. He gets her into the position for a powerbomb, but Fury clings onto the ropes with all her might. Shawn deals with this by running forward, he runs toward the opposite turnbuckle but Miss Fury escapes the powerbomb, sliding down his back. Shawn crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. HE then turns around, dazed, but out of nowhere Fury hits him with a shotgun dropkick straight into the turnbuckles.

HHL: "Holy mother of God, im surprised he didn't go right through the ring post."

Pip: "That might be a bit OTT, dont ya think?"

Shawn rolls under the bottom rope and lands on the outside, he pulls himself up with the barricade and takes a breather. Miss Fury follows him to the outside, fuming. She walks up to him but from out of nowhere Shawn boots her in the gut. He then grabs her by the hair and smashes her face off of the barricade. Fury falls over into the ring steps. Shawn smiles and grabs her by the hair again, he lifts her face up and bounces it off of the steps. The ref, Muscles Marina has now reached 4, prompting Shawn to tell her to shut the hell up.

HHL: "He's as disrespectful as they come, Pip."

Pip: "The man LIVES off of disrespect and attention."

Shawn rolls Fury into the ring, he then lifts her up and gets her into the position for a brain buster. But Fury pokes him in the eyes, she escapes and hits a skull-crushing DDT. Fury then gets to her feet and waits for Shawn to get up. When he eventually does she grabs him from behind. But Shawn fights back by elbowing her in the face, he then follows up by headbutting her. Shawn continues the offense by poking her in the eyes and kneeing Fury in the lower stomach.
Fury falls to her knees and Shawn then prepares to hit the Kings Crown, but Fury rolls out of the way. Fury then tries to capitalize with a punch but Shawn catches her fist, he then squeezes it hard and shoves her into the ropes. Shawn catches her on the rebound with a clothesline.

HHL: "Shawn is now firmly in control, Fury just got decapitated with that clothesline."

Shawn then gets Fury into a chin lock, kissing his muscles while doing so. Fury escapes the rest hold by shoving her thumb into Shawn's eye. Shawn wails in pain and lies on the floor. Fury then grapples Shawn and hits a massive belly to back suplex. Miss Fury rolls onto Shawn and goes for the cover.












1













2













Shawn powers out.

HHL: "Lotta resilience from the pro, Shawn."

Fury then kicks Shawn in the gut, trying to wear him down. Shawn rolls to the ropes and begins to pull himself up, but Fury drags him away and gets ready to hit Shawn with a slam, but he fights out by punching Fury in the gut. Shawn then runs to the ropes and nails Fury with a big boot. Fury drags herself up in the corner, Shawn then runs to her and knees her in the face, then he follows up with a flurry of punches, pounding Fury's face. Shawn then hits a PPF, sending Fury crashing down. He goes for the cover.









1













2












Fury lifts a shoulder up, Shawn then puts his hands on his head and slams the mat over and over again.

Pip: "Woah, she is representing BOB extremely well tonight."

HHL: "This match is a rollercoaster."

Shawn stands up and motions for Fury to wake up. Fury gets to her feet and Shawn capitalizes with a kick to the gut, then hooks the arms.

But Fury escapes and hits a massive atomic drop, then follows up with a big enzuigiri. Fury then crawls over to the corner and makes the climb to the top rope. But Shawn shakes the ropes, sending Fury groin-first into the top turnbuckle. Shawn then hits Fury with an uppercut, then he grabs Fury on the top rope. Shawn gets Fury in position. And with a crash, Shawn hits a gigantic superplex on Miss Fury from the top rope.

HHL: "Holy Jesus, a ring rattling superplex."

Shawn and Fury are both KO'd on the floor. Muscles Marina begins to count the double down.



1...




2....




3....




4....




5....




6....




7....




8...


Shawn rolls onto Miss Fury.

But Fury counters the pin with a pin of her own, scoring a school-boy roll-up.







1

















2












Kick Out.

Shawn furiously jumps to his feet, Fury does the same. They both stare holes in each other, angrily. Fury slaps Shawn. Shawn slaps Fury. And the brawl begins.
Fury and Shawn begin to pound each other, ruthlessly brawling. Fury then plants Shawn with a dropkick. On the floor they continue their wild brawling, fighting to get to the final. Shawn then elbows Fury in the face, sending them both into a scramble seeing who could get up faster. Fury beats Shawn in this race and gets the advantage with a Russian leg sweep followed by a standing elbow drop.

HHL: "These are some tough competitors."

Pip: "Tough? that girl Shawn slapped Fury."


Fury then looks at Shawn, sitting on the floor, she climbs to the top rope and hits a diving double knee strike.

















1























2











KICK OUT!

Shawn managed to kick out, but it came at a cost, Shawn is in a world of pain. Fury unloads on Shawn with kicks all over his body, she then hits a big timme fist drop. Shawn crawls to the ropes, trying to slowly get up. Fury goes to kick him but Shawn catches her leg and gets her locked into an ankle lock. Fury fights to get out of it, but it seems impossible. But Fury fights out of it by king Shawn in the calf. Shawn limps to the corner, Fury hops over to him and uppercuts him. She then proceeds to get Shawn into a firemans carry and stands on the second rope. But Shawn escapes by pulling her hair. He then proceeds to punch her until she falls from the top rope with a crash. Shawn then gets ready to hit an elbow drop but Fury rolls out of the way. Shawn hits nothing but the canvas. Fury then slowly gets to her feet, Shawn follows. They both lock up but from out of nowhere Shawn hits a spine buster. Shawn then stands above Fury, waiting for her to get up so that he can punch his ticket to the final. Shawn then gets Fury in the position for the Kings Crown, but as he goes for it, Fury pulls him into a roll-up








1










2












Kick out!.

Shawn springs to his feet in anger.

Fury goes for a roundhouse kick but Shawn dodges. When she turns back around, shawn goes for a clothesline, but Fury dodges. Shawn hits the ropes but Fury ducks under him and goes for a dropkick, she misses. Shawn then lifts her up for a belly to belly but Fury dodges and attempts a german suplex. Shawn pokes Fury in her eyes and kicks her in the gut. EGO TRIP!

Shawn goes for the cover after hitting the Ego Trip.











1











2























3!!!!

Winner and Advancing to the MARCH MADNESS FINALS - Shawn Warstein

---

We're shown a shot of the parking lot where Diesel's Western Star is parked. We then see Big Daddy Cool and his kidnapper walk into frame, with the mystery man dragging Diesel behind him.

They approach the big rig, where the man opens the driver's side door and tosses Diesel into the passenger's seat. He then climbs up and makes himself comfortable before turning the truck on and attempting to drive it, to no avail. The kidnapper throws his hands up and looks around, trying to figure out how to make it go. As he's doing so, an unconscious Big Daddy Cool mumbles the instructions in his sleep.

Diesel: "No, you have to release the air brake first."

The man looks around and finds the air brake, releasing it as Diesel said. This allows him to move forward and drive away from the arena. He turns to his captive and utters a single word in a Christian Bale-like Batman voice.

"ThanKS"

---

The sound of Blinding Lights by Fame On Fire reverberates out into the air, causing the fans to rise to their feet. The lights fade as the melody plays for a few calm notes. The Shooting Star Champion hits the stage, only a silhouette, her arms flung out and head tipped upwards. As the band kicks in, Betsy poses for her signature dab and the lights flood back on. The Impossible Traveler removes the new Shooting Star belt from around her waist and holds it over her head with one hand, staring directly down to the ring. The crowd cheers wildly. And enters the ring.



The arena goes dark and a red mist rises up around the stage and through it appears Doctor Louis D'VIlle. He slowly walks down the ramp and enters the ring where he picks a turnbuckle and stands on the second ropes as the red strobe lights flash and smoke rises from under the ring.

Match 11 Betsy Granger - vs - Doc D'Ville Standard Singles Match

PIP: "So here we go. Betsy Grainger vs Doctor D'Ville."

HEATHER: "This should be good."

The bell goes as Doc D'Ville walks to the center of the ring and stops. He smiles. He then ushers Betsy to join him.

At first Betsy hesitates. But then decides to play along with the Doc. She walks to the middle of the ring where she stops in front of the Doc.

Doc looks her up and down and licks his lips as she was a piece of meet, and starts laughing.

PIP: "This isn't a good sign when the crazy Doctor starts laughing at his opponent from the start of the match."

HEATHER: "Betsy needs to be careful here."

Suddenly Betsy starts laughing which puts Doc off his stride. He stops and looks at her. Suddenly she slaps him in the face. The whole stadium goes quiet. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Doc takes a step back and feels the side of his face that Betsy slapped him. He smiles again, but before he can start laughing it's Betsy who takes a step forward and squeals in Doc's face.

PIP: "Wow I didn't see this coming."

Again Doc takes a step back to get some breathing space and to think about his next move, but before he can, it's Betsy who again takes another step forward, and this time brings a knee to Doc's gut. He bends over, and the crowd goes wild.

Betsy then puts Doc in a head lock and leads him towards the corner. She stops. Lifts his head up, and plants a huge kiss on his lips. The whole stadium goes crazy.

HEATHER: "Wow. The question is can Betsy Granger get inside Doc's head as many have tried before her but unsuccessfully."

The Doc looks baffled, as Betsy grabs him and sends him crashing into the corner. She follows up with an elbow. Then she grabs his head and bounches it off the ring post. Doc goes stumbling backwards trying to focus. But Betsy is on top of him in seconds, and sends him back into the corner.

Betsy walks slowly towards Doc who is trying to recover in the corner. She headbutts him. He slumps down and then Betsy FOOT CHOKES him. Doctor D'Ville seems to be struggling with the foot choke.

PIP: "I think the great Doctor D'Ville has taken this opponent too lightly. He doesn't know what to do."

Betsy stops with the foot choke, and helps Doc to his feet, and she whips him across the ring to the other corner and she follows up with PLANTE DE VISAGE a.k.a Hurricarana Driver.

Betsy takes a step back to check out how Doc is fearing. He is down on the ground breathing in some air, trying to focus on how to get out of this mess. Betsy starts laughing, but unbeknownst to her this starts annoying Doc.

She bends down to try and grab Doc by his head, but he pokes her in her eyes, and he rolls out of the ring, and hits the mat. Betsy stumbles backwards trying to get her vision back. Meanwhile the referee starts the 10 count.


1.....







2......



HEATHER: "Betsy had Doctor D'Ville right where she wanted him, but I think her laughing annoyed him so much that he gathered his senses and poked her in the eyes to get some much needed space. Very clever by the Doc."


3.......





4.......




Doctor D'Ville stands up and takes a look to see where Betsy is.



5.......



Betsy is still in the centre of the ring still trying to get her vision back. Doc smirks. He rolls back into the ring to break the 10 count. It looks like Betsy has her vision back. Nope. She still trying to squint her eyes.

Suddenly he runs. But not at Betsy, yet. Past Besty. He heads to the ropes. Rebounds off of the ropes and runs straight back at Betsy, and takes her legs out from under her. She hits the canvas are.

Doc gets back to his feet. Smiles. Walks towards Betsy and helps her to feet.

SUPLEX.

Doc suplexes Betsy.

GERMAN SUPLEX

Doc German Suplexes Betsy.

Doc stands over Betsy. And looks down at her.

He bends down and whispers in Betsy's ear. Suddenly he bites her on her neck. She starts screaming.

PIP: "Wow I didn't see that coming. Must be a tit for tat for what Betsy did earlier."

HEATHER: Must be."

Doc stops biting Betsy. Betsy grabs her neck. She discovers its bleeding. Doc pulls Betsy to her feet, and sends her into the ropes. She comes back and Doc attempts a clothes line, but Betsy ducks underneath the attempted clothes line, and stops.

Doc turns around, a bit shocked. Suddenly Betsy knees Doc in his private parts, and he bends over.

DDT.

Betsy with a smile on her face DDT's the Doctor.

Betsy pulls the Doctor onto his back and jumps on him and starts slapping him. He tries to block her but can't. The slaps just keeps hitting their mark.

Betsy then gets off of the Doc. Then helps him back to his feet, and suddenly puts him into a SLEEPER HOLD. The Doc is struggling.

PIP: "Betsy is really angry after being bitten by Doctor D'Ville. Surely she can't keep up the pressure with this sleeper hold?"

HEATHER: "She has to if she wants to be in with a chance of winning this match."

The Doc continues to struggle, and tries to move but Betsy has the Sleeper Hold locked in. As much as Doc struggles Betsy tightens the move even more escruciating.

Suddenly Doc stops struggling and slumps to his knees. Betsy keeps the hold locked in.

She helps him down to the canvas where he looks out to it.

[white]PIP: "Could this be it? Could Betsy really be on the verge of winning this match?"

The referee grabs Doc my his arm and lifts it up. He drops it.


1......




The crowd starts going beserk.


The referee lifts the Doc arm up again and drops it.






2........




PIP: "This reminds me of the Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase, and his Million Dollar Dream. No one hardly escapes that."

HEATHER: "Except the true champions of course. Who bided their time with the stupid 3 count. This is going to go against Betsy just you watch."

PIP: "You have little faith in Betsy's magic."


The referee picks up Doctor D'Ville's arm as the entire front row of fans all around the ring are off their chairs, standing, watching, waiting for the unthinkable to happen. Doctor D'Ville is about to lose to the Sleeper Hold.

The referee drops Doc's arm and it drops halfway down, and stops. The crowd goes wild again.

HEATHER: "See."

The Doctor is struggling with his arm. And Betsy is shocked to see what is happening. She tries to lock the move in tighter, but with one big movement Doctor D'Ville rolls Betsy onto her back as if in a pinning move.

1....





2....




Betsy lets go, and Doctor is straight off of her, and rolls towards the ropes, and slides out underneath them to the floor below. He starts gasping for air.

Betsy is up on her knees as the referee starts counting the 10 count.


1....





2....


Betsy quickly gets to her feet and walks to the other side of the ring and goes underneath the ropes to the floor below. The referee has to stop the 10 count and restart it.

1....

Betsy starts walking slowly over to where Doc is. Still down on his haunches trying to suck in oxygen.


2....





3.....



4.....


Betsy gets to where Doc is. Smiles. As he is yet to see her.


5....


She runs towards him and tries to hit him with a SINGLE LEG DROPKICK

But the Doctor rolls out of the way at the last moment, and she hits the ring apron very hard.

6.....



Doctor D'Ville gets up onto his feet, and rolls quickly back into the ring to break the 10 count.

He quickly heads to the nearest corner where he once was and where Betsy is now trying to recover from the drop kick but she is hurt.

HEATHER: "It looks like Betsy Grainger is hurt badly after she misses Doctor D'Ville with the Drop Kick and gets the ring apron instead."

PIP: "Wait what is Doctor D'Ville doing. He's on the top turnbuckle of the ring, and is staring down at Betsy who looks in severe pain. No... wait... He can't be going to do his infamous Trepanation move? Surely not. Like Betsy did. He could mistime this very badly. This could be the winning or losing of this match."

Doctor starts smirking as Betsy has no idea where her opponent is, as she is struggling to stand up from her injury. Doc jumps from the turnbuckle and.....



TREPANATION - a.k.a A diving, sprawling fiery headbutt from the top turnbuckle.

He connects hard with Betsy and they both hit the canvas hard.



1.......







2.......






3........



PIP: "No one's moving. Wait.... No it can't be.... The Doc gets to his feet."


4........


Doctor D'Ville is up. He looks down at Betsy. She looks gone. He has bloody pouring from his head.


5......


Doc grabs Betsy and sends her rolling into the ring. He gets back inside.

Doc slowly walks towards Betsy who looks groggy. She is starting to move.

KNEE DROP

Doc drops his knees onto the face of Betsy. That'll give her some more pain if not make her unconcious.

Doc helps Betsy to her feet. The crowd knows what is about to happen.







LOBOTOMY

A swinging, spinning Falcon Arrow where Doc lands to his knees in a quick execution of the move.

He quickly covers Betsy.








1...........













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

















2 and a half.......

















3!!!!!!

Winner and advancing to the MARCH MADNESS FINALS - DOCTOR D'VILLE

HHL: "He did it. Doctor D'Ville has battled back to beat Betsy Grainger. What a match."

Pip: "Betsy Granger gave it everything she had but that extra match surely played a role here as D'Ville was a little fresher."

---

There is no pyro but the lights turn purple as Dean Rose walks out from the back with the championship belt around his waist.




Slavic bass blasts out over the speakers as the one and only Boris excitedly makes his way down to the ring.

Match 12 INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! Boris - vs - Dean Rose© Standard Singles Match Anarchy Rules

DING!!!DING!!!DING

The men stare each other down as the match formally begins. Dean Rose makes a rude gesture at Boris as the slav dismissively waves away the american spy. Boris turns back to the crowd and begins to gloat and gesticulate wildly. The crowd cheers as their favorite eastern European raises the roof and hits the naenae. Dean Rose has had enough of the nonsense, and he quickly charges at Boris once the man's back is turned! Dean hits him a stiff forearm to the back of the skull, sending the man flying into the ropes. Dean quickly jumps on him and continues bashing Boris's face with heavy fists until the referee pulls Dean back to the center of the ring. The referee points a finger in Dean's face and admonishes him for his harshness, but Dean pays minimal mind to the supposed authority in the ring. Dean simply pushes the referee out of his way as he walks back to Boris....only to eat a dropkick out of nowhere!

PC: Dean Rose had the early advantage, but now Boris is turning the tides!

HHL: This could be an internet championship match for the ages! Or at least that's talked about for a couple of weeks!

Both Dean and Boris fall to the ground before quickly scrambling back up to their feet. The two men lunge at each other before tying up. Dean seems to have the advantage at first as he backs Boris up into a nearby turnbuckle. Dean delivers a few stiff knees to Boris's gut, forcing the slavic man break the clinch and fall back against the post. Dean slaps Boris a few times for good measure while Boris leans against the turnbuckle pads. Dean Rose struts around confidently as the audience cheers on the violence. Dean takes a few slow and exaggerated steps away from Boris before trying to charge at him with a splash!

Boris slides out of the way! Dean Rose's chest slams into the turnbuckle pad.

PC: Dean Rose spent way too much time gloating and taunting! This is a championship match...if his head isn't in the game, he might not be having another one of these for a long time!

HHL: Boris is an experienced veteran, you can't take such wild risks against guys like him!


As Dean Rose tumbles out of the corner he's hit with a few major slaps against the chest from Boris. Boris follows up the chest reddening slaps with a few punches to the gut, forcing Dean to keel over and clutch his stomach in pain. Just as Dean leaned over, Boris hit him square in the jaw with a massive uppercut! Dean Rose flies back into the turnbuckle. Boris wastes no time getting to work, delivering a series of punches and kicks to the body of the internet champion that leave Dean Rose drooling and likely bleeding internally. Boris follows this combination up with precisely one nasty ass elbow to the chin. Dean Rose slumps a bit, but before he is able to fall to the ground Boris squats down and grabs Dean by the midsection, hoisting him up to a seated position on the top rope!

Boris climbs up to the top rope and locks in a suplex against Dean Rose.

PC: Oh no!

HHL: He's climbing to the top rope!



Boris suplexes Dean Rose from the top rope! The crowd goes bonkers! As soon as the two men slam down to the mat Dean Rose begins screaming and clutching his back. Boris, a bit fazed from the fall himself, takes his sweet time before he groggily goes for a cover.






1















2










Kickout!

PC: Dean Rose has a hell of a lot more fight in him than that!

HHL: But that move was powerful and will slow Dean down for the rest of the fight I bet!


Boris slowly pushes himself to his feet before picking Dean Rose up. Boris brings a few knees into Dean's face, forcing the champion to fall to the mat once more. Boris doesn't waste much time, immediately going to stomp on the mid section and back of Dean. Dean hollers in pain as kick after kick connects. As Dean lays on the ground Boris heads to the ropes. Boris bounces off the ropes and dives onto Dean with a vicious elbow drop.

PC: Boris is really taking it to the champion here!

HHL: I'm not sure how much more Dean Rose has left in the tank!


Boris covers Dean for the pinfall.







1












2


Kickout!


Boris slams the mat in frustration. He picks Dean Rose up and brings the man to his feet. Boris punches him in the gut before delivering a spinning neck breaker! The crowd goes wild. Boris squats over Dean before placing a foot on him for a pin.






















1





















2


















Kickout!

PC: My god, Dean Rose just won't lose!

HHL: Boris can't believe it!



Boris yells at the referee in frustration, accusing them of being another american spy. The referee raises their hands innocently.

Boris grabs Dean by the hair and goes to drag him to his feet…..only to eat a low blow that the ref didn’t see! Boris grabs his huge slavic nuts as Dean storms to his feet and hits Boris with a side slam out of nowhere! He goes for the cover!

1

























2

























KIckout

PC: The tide of the fight has changed!

HHL: But Boris isn’t out…..not yet!

Just as Dean goes to rise to his feet, two figures come running out from the backstage area!

PC: OH MY GOD! IT’S SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR AND FREDDIE PRINZE JR! HE’S NOT DONE WITH DEAN ROSE YET!

The incredibly gorgeous blonde woman comes running down the ramp wearing a skintight black jumpsuit that perfectly accentuates Theo’s favorite features. She is gripping a wooden stake in her hand. The nerdy stupidfuck running alongside her runs down the ramp like a disabled child wildly swinging a steel chair. Sarah and Freddie slide into the ring just as Dean rises to his feet!

Sarah stabs at him wildly with the stake, but Dean nimbly dodges it, forcing her to run face first into the turnbuckle. She falls to the ground, the stake rolling out of the ring. Meanwhile Freddie delivers a limpwristed chairshot to the back of Dean’s head!

PC: That’s illegal! That should be a DQ!

Dean Rose merely chuckles as he turns around to face Freddie. Freddie goes to raise the chair again, but he’s punched in the mouth by Dean Rose first! Freddie collapses to the ground and releases the steel chair. Tears begin to swell around the failed wrestling producer’s eyes as he rolls out of the ring with embarrassment.

HHL: No harm, no foul!

Just as Dean Rose handles the intruders, a groggy Boris climbs to his feet. Wobbly and stumbly, Boris walks right into a hangman neckbreaker from Dean! The champion goes for the pin!


1












2
























3!!!!

Winner and STILL INTERNET CHAMPION - Dean Rose

Dean climbs to his feet in celebration. The referee runs over to the side of the ring where a helpful staffer hands him the internet championship. The referee hands the internet championship to Dean Rose, who gleefully snatches it out of the ref’s greedy mitts.

Dean Rose goes to exit the ring, but before he steps underneath the top rope he walks back over to Sarah Michelle Gellar. The blonde woman who used to be an incredibly talented actress looks at Dean Rose, then looks at his championship belt. Butterflies begin to flitter around in her stomach. Dean Rose gives her a passionate kiss she’s super into before he sweeps her off her feet and carries her out of the ring and to the backstage area!

---

Match 13 ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH! John Black - vs - Ruby © Elite Exploding Ring Match Anarchy Rules

Vinnie Lane: “Hey everyone! It’s that time for everyone’s favorite portion of XWF megashows… THE ANARCHY CHAMPIONSHIP!”






Gunshots blast on the X-Tron, the smoke arises on the entrance way and the camera pans around the arena, and then it pinpoints Black who's coming out of the entrance stage. He takes a look around the ring, and he walks down the ring ignoring some of the fans, then he gets to the steel steps he goes at it with one of the fans, and he pushes one of them on the floor. Then JB smiles and climbs the steps and enters the ring, then stands in the ring raising a fist in the air.


Vinnie Lane: “JB has had a heck of a run recently, maybe more success than he’s ever seen in his career! Tonight he’s got a heck of an uphill climb… the three time Anarchy Champion… with a ring set to EXPLODE!”






Ruby’s music hits and a squad of male cheerleaders in banana lime gear heads to the ramp, participating in an impressive acrobatic dance routine. As they finish their dances, the RuBoys all lie down one by one in formation, spelling out the name RUBY with their bodies.

When that happens, spotlight shoot upward to the roof of the stadium, where a small opening has appeared… and a banana-lime hang glider swoops in, with Ruby and Centurion flying their way into the arena!


Vinnie Lane: “And here’s the Champ herself, Anarchy’s Biggest Star, the Super Dear-O herself… RUBY! Look at the reactions she gets, dude! People LOVE Ruby! We get letters and emails and postcards and Tweets and Snapchats and Bumbles and EVERYTHING asking when Ruby will be added to the Hall of Legends… and she’s barely even started her XWF journey! Oddly, no one on Parler ever advocated for her...”


Ruby and Centurion’s tandem hang glider descends from the opening in Allegiant Stadium’s roof, circling above the crowd as the music plays. The glider eventually settles down on the ramp and Ruby and Cent step off, then they bop their heads along with the RuBoys as the dancers stand and file out, back through the entranceway from whence they came.


Vinnie Lane: “Let’s hear it for the RuBoys, ladies and gentlemen!”


Vinnie claps vigorously as Ruby and Cent head to the ring. Cent looks worried, but Ruby assures him with a peck on the cheek and then a smack on the bum.


Vinnie Lane: “The Elite Explosion match is a POWDER KEG of a match! The entire ring is rigged with combustibles - we hired a ballistics and demolitions expert from Jacksonville, Florida to make sure of it. After TEN MINUTES, this whole thing is going UP! And if no one has won the match by then, then it’s going to be a BIG BANG!”


Referee MARTY, the only official willing to set foot in such a dangerous environment, calls for the bell using his speak n’ spell voice.


DING! DING! DING!!!

10:00 9:59 9:58

JB and Ruby each glance up at the countdown on the Tron as they circle one another. Ruby shoots for a takedown on Black but he sprawls expertly, grabbing Ruby in a front face lock and sending some hard knees into her head, then flings her into a corner before following in with a running knee.


Vinnie Lane: “Black coming into this one HOT! He does not want to waste any time with only ten minutes before things go boom.”


JB lifts Ruby up so she’s sitting on top of the top turnbuckle. He moves to follow her up, but Ruby snaps into action and hops off the top, grabbing John’s head in a tornado DDT! She quickly is right back up, pulling Black up as well and then planting him with a falcon arrow! Ruby goes for a cover!


1!



























2!!




































Kick out!!!


Vinnie Lane: “Ruby almost ended things early, looks like she’s got no interest in blowing up like Roxy’s latest thirst trap photo!”


Ruby snaps her fingers in frustration and shoots a glance at the countdown.

7:14 7:13 7:12

She then runs to the ropes and hops onto the middle, bouncing off and catching JB with a springboard stunner just as he gets to his feet - scratch that! Black catches her, and he pulls her back up before planting her with a big atomic drop that sends her bouncing forward and falling out of the ring!


Vinnie Lane: “JB’s out of the ring now, getting up a head of steam on the apron… cross body block onto Ruby!”


Both competitors are sprawled on the ringside floor, and the countdown continues as Centurion as well as Tommy Wish get near their partners, making sure no funny business comes from the other side.

5:43 5:42 5:41

From the entrance ramp, two crewmen make their way down along with a box.


Vinnie Lane: “Here comes the demo team, kids… better get off your butts!”


JB pulls the ring skirting away from the apron, dumping Ruby headfirst and trapping her with her legs waving around in the air. He then starts putting the Timbs to work, stomping and kicking the bulge where her body is until she falls all the way through.

Black does a little dance step with Wish then, mocking the RuBoys and laughing at Centurion.


Vinnie Lane: “The THUGS getting a little jiggy with it!”


Black then turns his attention back to the ring skirting, pulling it up… and getting a face full of fire suppressant!

Ruby crawls out from under the ring holding a red fire extinguisher, and she finishes emptying its contents all over JB. Black staggers backward and escapes by re-entering the ring, wiping away at his face to get the white foam off of him.

Ruby gets onto the apron and springboards over the top rope, catching John Black with a high velocity hurricanrana into a cradle! The North Coast Pop!


1!



























2!!









































JB rolls free!


Vinnie Lane: “Close call for JB! Speaking of close calls...”

3:08 3:07 3:06

Ruby sees the clock counting down and she rushes to scale the ropes, flinging herself backwards in a moonsault!

JB gets the knees up!

Ruby grabs her ribs and slides off of Black, who jumps onto her and grabs her arm, sinking a crippler crossface onto the Anarchy Champion!

Vinnie Lane: “JB has that crossface in DEEP! But Ruby isn’t the sort of competitor to just give up… she might just suffer in that hold for the next two and a half minutes!”


Ruby fights and drags her way close to the ropes, then pushes off the bottom rope with her feet, flipping Black onto his back!



1!





Black immediately kicks out, grabbing Ruby in a running bulldog! He shoots the half and lays across her in a lateral press…



1!






















2!!































Ruby gets a shoulder up!


Vinnie Lane: “Ruby only a tenth of a second away from becoming a three time former champion there! And the time is really running out, folks, we’re under a minute!”

1:01 1:00 0:59

JB peeps the tron and his eyes go wide as dinner plates. Thinking fast he grabs Ruby up in a suplex and hops for a little more oomph, nailing a brainbuster!


Vinnie Lane: “The Blacka Jacka! JB hit it! And here’s the cover!”





1!






























2!!




























Ruby kicks out!!!



JB eyes the tron again…

0:43 0:42 041

Vinnie Lane: “JB needs to reach down into the well and think big right now if he wants to win this title and get out of the ring tonight in one piece!”



Black once again pulls Ruby up, lifting her onto his shoulders and walking across the ring with her, barking at the crowd to pay attention and watch what happens when you mess with a THUG.

He gets to the center of the ring and pops Ruby up in the air, executing his Blacklisted Death Valley Driver… that Ruby reverses into a RUBY CUTTER!!!


Vinnie Lane: “Ruby Cutter from out of nowhere! This place is going bonkers!”

0:09 0:08 0:07

The crewmen approach the ring and open up their demolition box as Ruby and John Black both lie motionless in the squared circle. As the seconds tick away and the inevitable seems about to happen, Centurion rushes the ring and slides in, covering Ruby with his own body in an act of protective chivalry!

Tommy Wish does the same thing on the other side of the ering for JB!


Vinnie Lane: “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… an act of self sacrifice for a loved one… there’s hope for this planet yet!”


Cent and Wish cover up their partners, ducking their heads to protect their faces as the last seconds tick off.

0:02 0:01 0:00

And then the two crew members reach into the box and pull out handfuls of those little poppers you give to kids on July 4th so they feel like they’re using fireworks! The pair start flinging poppers at Ruby and Black, Wish and Cent, each other, Vinnie, the ring, the crowd… just pop pop pop popopopopopop while everyone looks on befuddled.


Vinnie Lane: “Never mind.”



The four ring posts then spark up and smoke begins to rise as the tops of them open up… and long black snake fireworks start to grow out of them!

The thick black cylinders grow and grow, spilling out onto the floor in each corner while the poppers still pop everywhere.


Vinnie Lane: “This is the point in the show when I’d like to remind everyone that there are NO refunds for XWF pay per views! You knew what we were like!”


In the ring, Wish and Centurion look at each other and look around at the ashy snakes and the spent poppers. They crawl off as Ruby and JB realize what’s going on around them and get to their feet, both visibly exhausted.

MARTY bumps into one of the corners repeatedly.


Vinnie Lane: “Looks like we are going to just go until there’s a winner, folks!”


Ruby and JB lock up, and JB quickly switches to rear position, or as he calls it - doggy. He slaps a sleeper hold onto Ruby!

Ruby flails her arms and looks like she might be fading, but she finds the strength to run backward and slam JB right into MARTY in the corner!

MARTY falls onto its side, unable to move but still with a clear view of the ring, as JB grabs at his back and winces. Ruby runs to the opposite ropes and flies off… but JB ducks and sends her flying in a back body drop!


Vinnie Lane: “HOLY CRAP! RUBY FLIPPED OVER AND LANDED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!”


Indeed, Ruby lands perched atop the corner like a church gargoyle as John Black takes an extra second to catch his breath, believing that he’d tossed Ruby outside the ring.

JB turns around just as Ruby jumps off and plants both feet in his chest!


Vinnie Lane: “RUBY IN THE ROUGH TO A STANDING JOHN BLACK! BLACK IS DOWN AND OUT!!!”


Ruby lands the flying double stomp and immediately drops down into a cover on JB, hooking both legs for added security!




1!


































2!!


































3!!!

Winner by Pinfall - Ruby

Vinnie Lane: “What an incredible match by these two! Amazing performances by two of the XWF’s best! Kudos to Ruby for a fantastic defense, and to John Black for a solid effort… I thought he had the title won!”

---

A recap of the end of the Six-Man Tag Match involving Ned Kaye, Demos and R.L. Edgar against The Left Hand on last week’s Warfare plays over the XTron. The crowd goes silent, and then boos at the replay of the reveal of the Nefarious Ned Kaye.

The camera pans to a dismayed Pip Collins and Heather Halliwell…

Pip Collins: When you can’t even trust a Ned Kaye.

Heather Halliwell: It’s been a dark time for the XWF in the wake of Ned Kaye’s reveal as the “Nefarious One”

Pip Collins: For those of you who haven’t been following along, just a few weeks ago, after R.L. Edgar won the Hart Championship at Snow Job, he found himself the victim of random attacks. It seemed like whoever the culprits were, had been attacking Ned Kaye on Savage and Anarchy as well.

Heather Halliwell: When that video rolled on the XTron of the Nefarious Ned Kay claiming responsibility, the Notorious Ned Kaye who was standing in the ring with R.L. Edgar looked shocked. Horrified. Like even HE couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I share his sentiments.

Pip Collins: But since then, Ned Kaye has fully stepped into his role as the Nefarious One. Cutting a promo on R.L. Edgar from that persona… tonight, R.L. Edgar looks to defend the Hart Championship against the Nefarious One in what will be a bout with major implications for General Manager Derrick Diamond and Wednesday Warfare.



Tig: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the XWF HART CHAMPIONSHIP!

Introducing first… the challenger!


Being accompanied to the ring by Steven Cooper…

THE NEFARIOUS! NEEEEEEED KAAAAAAAAAAYE!

The entire stadium goes black as the song begins.

Slowly, the X-Tron begins to show scarce, glowing embers, the light of each one illuminating smoke growing at the entrance of the ramp. As the song continues, more embers are seen until a large fire is displayed on the screen. The ramp then glows Ned's famous blue, revealing a silhouette in the smoke. Slowly stepping from the fog is none other than the Nefarious Ned Kaye. He stops for a moment and shakes his head at the booing crowd. Steven Cooper flanks his side as the two men walk to the ring. Cooper holds the middle rope down for Ned as he enters the ring.



Tig: AND HIS OPPONENT!

FROM LOUISVILLE KENTUCKY…

HE IS THE XWF HART CHAMPION!

R! L! EDDDDDGAAAAAR!!!!!!!!

R.L. Edgar walks out from under the XTron, his face beaten and bruised, but his demeanor stoic and determined. He marches to the ring, paying no mind to the roaring fans, the Hart Title dangling from his hand as he stares a hole through Ned Kaye.

Match 14 HART CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH Ned Kaye - vs - RL Edgar © Standard Singles Match Warfare Rules

Edgar hits the ring, throws the belt to the side and goes right after Ned Kaye. Steven Cooper scrambles from the ring as the bell sounds.

R.L. begins teeing off on the Nefarious One’s head. Stiff lefts and rights leave the challenger wobbly. Edgar bounces off the ropes and flattens Ned with a Lou Thez press, connecting with more rabid punches as he hits the mat. Edgar is cursing in Ned’s face as he continues to pound his former friend.

Edgar stands to his feet and jerks Ned up by his hair. Steven Cooper is on the outside slapping the mat in frustration. Edgar whips Ned into the ropes, and on the rebound, he grabs him, spins, and crushes him with a strong power slam.

Pip Collins: R.L. Edgar is showing us EXACTLY why he’s been such an effective champion thus far!

Heather Halliwell: The man has been unbeaten since returning to the XWF. If Ned can figure a way to rebound here, this would be a HUGE win for him.

R.L. lifts Ned’s leg, who’s pleading for the onslaught to stop, and delivers a stiff boot to his hamstring, before taking the leg and bending it behind Ned’s head and dropping to the mat, causing his leg to stretch beyond its means. The crowd is ecstatic seeing Edgar take care of business.

Ned shouts out clutching his leg in pain as Edgar lifts him again, only this time Ned is ready, he rakes Edgar’s eyes, drops to the maty and takes the champion down with a leg sweep. Steven Cooper applauds and pumps his fist. Edgar scrambles back up to his feet, but Ned is already on him, he jumps in the air and catches Edgar on the chin with a spinning heel kick that pushes R.L. into the turnbuckle.

Ned Kaye charges at Edgar, but the champion comes-to quick and ducks, flipping Ned Kaye over his back as he lands on the apron. Edgar turns around and catches another kick to the dome. He stumbles back in the ring. Ned goes to pull on the top rope for a vault, but Edgar has such a high motor! He’s already running at Ned with his shoulder.

Edgar blasts Ned as he flies from the apron and smacks into the guardrail. R.L. goes to the apron, and gives Ned no quarter, diving right off with a double axehandle smash. Ned hits the floor hard as Steven Cooper comes around the turnbuckle yelling at Edgar.

Pip Collins: Oh no Heather!

Heather Halliwell: Edgar is having none of this shit!

R.L. takes off after Steven Cooper chasing him around the ring. Cooper slides under the ropes, Edgar continues the chase, but as he hits the middle of the ring, Ned Kaye has made it back in and nearly decapitates Edgar with a vicious clothesline.

Pip Collins: OH MY! THE CHAMPION JUST FLIPPED IN THE AIR AND LANDED ON HIS NECK!

Ned Kaye makes the cover


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!









































NO!


EDGAR JUST KICKS OUT!

The Nefarious One has a sick look on his face. He grabs a hold on the ropes and pushes a boot down on Edgar’s throat, and then begins to stomp R.L. all over his body. Ned swears loudly at the booing crowd and scales the turnbuckle. He stands to his feet, waving his hand at R.L. waiting for the champion to get to his feet.

Heather Halliwell: Looks like Ned is setting up for the Ego Crusher!

Edgar staggers up, but before Ned can dive, R.L. falls into the ropes, causing Ned to lose his balance and smash down on the steel turnbuckle post. Edgar’s face twists in anger, he rushes Ned while still perched on the turnbuckle. Edgar steps on the middle rope grabs Kaye by the head, turns, and leaps off with a super bulldog!

Edgar covers…


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

















































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















































BUT WHAT?






































STEVEN COOPER LAID NED’S FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!








Edgar stands to his feet, beside himself with anger arguing with the ref. But behind his back, Ned has climbed onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and vaults over!




Pip Collins: TDA!!!!

Ned cartwheels at Edgar midair!



BUT WAIT!


Heather Halliwell: CYN!!!!

Edgar catches Ned midair and lands the devastating gut wrench piledriver in the center of the ring!!!

Pip Collins: THIS IS OVER! EDGAR IS GOING TO RETAIN!

BUT THERE’S THAT DAMN STEVEN COOPER ON THE APRON AGAIN!

ISN’T HE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?!

Edgar doesn’t cover and runs over to take out Cooper once and for all. BUT the ref gets caught in the crossfire! As Edgar went to clobber Steven Cooper, the ref tried making Cooper leave and caught Edgar’s fist in the back of his head!

Edgar’s eyes widen as he kneels down to try and check on Cooper.

BUT AN ARM BURSTS THROUGH BETWEEN EDGAR’S LEGS!

Pip Collins: A LOW BLOW FROM NED KAYE

Heather Halliwell: Maybe that’s not such a bad thing! Edgar has like 12 kids already! Someone needs to get that guy snipped!

Edgar gasps for air as he falls to his knees.

Suddenly, someone from outside of the ring tosses a pair of brass knuckles to Ned

Pip Collins: Who in the hell was that?

Heather Halliwell: I don’t know, but more importantly is what’s about to happen to our Hart Champion.

Ned smiles sliding on the knucks. He curses at Edgar and wallops him one time in the temple. Ned throws the knucks back out of the ring and covers Edgar while Steven Cooper helps the ref stir back to consciousness.

Ned has Edgar pinned!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

























































3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Winner and NEW XWF HART CHAMPION - THE NEFARIOUS NED KAYE!

Heather Halliwell: I can't believe it…

Pip Collins: I think I'm about done with this timeline, Heather.

Ned brings himself to his feet to an onslaught of boos, soaking it in with deranged laughter. The ref hands him the title only for Ned to toss it away like trash! Cooper gets into the ring and lifts up Kaye's arm, patting on his chest with absolute glee! A few fans begin to toss drinks and trash at the two men, but it doesn't seem to phase them at all. The mystery man walks into the ring, ripping of his mask and tossing it onto Edgar's body as he begins to recover!

Pip Collins: EOBARD STONE?!?

Heather Halliwell: Who the hell is that?

Pip Collins: He's a new member of the XWF roster and one of Steven Cooper's scumbag students! And apparently, he feels like surrounding himself with even more garbage!

Ned uses a quick gesture of his head to point Steven towards Edgar, who obliges immediately. Picking up Edgar near effortlessly, Cooper powerbombs him onto the canvas before allowing Ned to place a boot on his defeated opponent. The three men stand triumphantly amongst the debris in the ring before Ned picks up the Hart belt and poses with his newfound company. They all lift up their hands forming triangles with their thumbs and index fingers. All of a sudden, a graphic plays out on the X-Tron!



Avalanche marches back up the ramp, being pelted with drinks and snacks as Ned says something to the camera.

"Just wait till we show you who else we got!"

He cackles, finally exiting with his group backstage.

---

We open up in the back halls of the Allegiant Stadium, where a defeated Demos is strolling along quietly with a massive eye patch over his left eye. A small noise alerts him as he comes to a stop and stares suspiciously at the corner he was about to turn. He takes a few steps back.

He only has a few beats to wait before his favorite blue haired vixen comes scampering around it to stand before him, a playful smile on her face.

Lycana: Well, if it isn’t my ‘big chunky monkey’ himself!

She fairly croons the words to him.

Demos: I should’ve burned your sock when I had the chance!

Demos instinctively takes a few paces back. His eyes search around the room, looking for a weapon, or perhaps for the rest of the hidden flock.

Lycana: Oh, you don’t mean that.

She looks over his shoulder with a pout.

Lycana: He doesn’t mean that, does he?

From the shadows of an open door, Marf carrying the TV title belt steps out behind Demos with a smirk on his face.

Marf: You did burn all that hair he was carrying around.

Lycana frowns as he points this out to her, then he turns his attention to Demos.

Marf: But that wasn’t very nice to say, now was it?

Demos: What do you two want?

Demos casts his eye between the two Dissentients on either side of him, slowly angling his body towards Marf. He makes a sharp move towards him, but swiftly turns and charges Lycana, who had started to move in from behind.

Caught off guard, she eats the forearm to the face and goes down on the hard floor of the hallway. With a snarl, Marf leaps towards them. He and Demos start trading blows and Lycana rolls out of the way, and back to her feet.

She prowls around, keeping an eye out for an opening on the two brawling men, lunging in to slam her boot into the back of Demos’ knee as soon as she sees the chance. It throws him off balance, but he doesn’t go down. With an extra hard hook to Marf, to set him back a little, he turns towards Lycana intent on dealing her some damage.

He swings and she ducks, slipping under his arm to deliver a few quick jabs to his ribs before darting out of his reach once more. Demos goes to grab her, but is distracted by a rushing Marf. The two start wailing on one another once again.

Lycana comes flying in from behind, taking a running leap to cling to Demos’ back. He tries to throw elbows back at her as he continues to scuffle with Marf, but she is stuck on like a tick, batting him about the head any chance she gets, her arms wrapped firmly about his throat. Demos irish whips Marf into a random table set up and then screams in pain.

Lycana has her teeth sunk deep into his shoulder. Demos backs up quickly, slamming her hard into the wall. Still, she refuses to let go. He does it once more, and she releases the grip with her teeth. Finally, he just falls backwards, squishing her beneath him. Her breath leaves her with an audible squeak. He rolls, kneeling by her, grabbing her by the hair to pull her to her feet as he gets to his own. He forces her to look at him and she spits right in his face.

With a roar he hoists her up, sending her hurtling through the air to slam into a wall as Marf comes back in with a spear to take Demos down.. He rams his fists into Demos’ face, one right after the other, drilling the other man.

He stands, picking Demos up by the back of the mask and introduces his face to the wall, repeatedly. Marf follows this up by wrapping his arms around him, and lifting him up to powerbomb him through another table.

He sets his boots to Demos’ ribs as paperwork flies everywhere, littering the hall.

He grabs a piece of metal table leg, holding in over his head before bringing it down onto Demos. Marf beats him with the leg until it is twisted and unusable. He grabs Demos up once more, this time just holding him steady.

For Lycana to come in out of nowhere with a running bulldog. The two are approaching a fallen Demos when a figure appears in the hallway on the other side of his prone body.

The Dissentients stop, staring into the eyes of ‘The Predator’ Sky Edwards.

The Predator looks down at Demos, before surveying the wreckage of the hallway thanks to their skirmish. He takes a few steps closer as the Left Hand duo shift into readiness, eyes narrowing on the newcomer to the fight.

He moves to stand over Demos as Marf and Lycana back up a few paces.

For a long moment, nothing happens. Demos begins to stir, opening his eyes to see the man standing over him.

The Predator looks down one last time, before smiling, and raising his left hand high in the air, before bringing it down right into Demos’ face.

With grins on their own faces, Marf and Lycana watch as The Predator launches an assault on Demos, a flurry of fists and boots, culminating by him being yanked into a sitting position. Lycana produces a switchblade and hands it to Predator, who flicks the blade out, waving it in front of a woozy Demos’ face.

He yanks Demos’ head to the side, exposing the right side of his head, shorn short by Jenny Myst. He brings the shining steel up to kiss the side of his skull, starting to carve a crude line into Demos’ flesh. Demos begins to struggle in pain, making the line jagged as blood starts to pour down his head and over his ear.

The blade lifts, before coming across in a different direction, but Demos starts wiggling harder now, throwing an elbow back to knock the blade from Predator’s hand. In an instant he drops him, slamming his boot into the Demos’ face.

Marf and Lycana join, and the trio set to work simply destroying Demos. He covers up as the boots stomp bruises into him. Marf hoists him up, holding him steady for the onslaught from both Lycana and The Predator. Marf then takes his own turn, tucking Demos’ head between his knees, flipping him onto his head with the Sway on the hard floor, before he rises to his feet.

The Predator looks over to where the switchblade had flown, but Lycana shakes her head, satisfied with leaving Demos’ the bloody mess he was. The three Left Handers smirk as they step over his carcass and disappear from view.

---

The lights go out…the crowd screams with anticipation for who is to enter! The soft sounds of Stryper’s Yahweh starts to play. The crowd erupts into loud cheers as the music takes off and Morbid Angel appears on the entrance ramp like a gift from God!
He swiftly makes his way down to the ring, greeting people as he goes, shaking hands and giving high fives.
He gets to the ringside and climbs the stairs, He then steps over the top rope and awaits his opponent.

Also Mastermind is with him.



Alias makes his way to the ring through the crowd with the X-treme Title belt strapped over his shoulders. The deafening cheers filling in the silence of his non-existent theme; he rolls into the ring and leans againt the turninbuckles with his legs crossed.

Match 15 XTREME TITLE MATCH Morbid Angel - vs - Alias© Xtreme - One Fall Savage Rules

Morbid Angel kneels in a solidary prayer as Mastermind leans against the apron staring at the X-Treme Champion Alias who leans in his corner letting the rowdy crowd be his background music as he nods his head to the fighting chants.

HHL: "The return of Morbid Angel is... Controversial?"

PC: "Good choice of words. People like Morbid but now that he's found Christ people either love him more or hate him more."

HHL: "And with Mastermind in his corner in a match where anything goes he has a good chance at dethroning someone who is proving to be one of the best wrestlers in the XWF, the man known simply as 'Alias'"

PC: "For an unwashed hobo, yeah, he's talented. Both men have a lot of experience under their belt and I'm putting good money on a bloody battle here tonight at March Madness."

DING! DING! DING!

And we're off; Morbid wastes no time empowered with the spirit of Christ Almighty he charges down on Alias who is caught somewhat unaware and is crushed between Morbid and the turnbuckles with a big splash. Angel keeps the momentum going forward and whips Alias away but the champ counters and hurls Morbid into the corner and sprints forward but the born-again Christian gets a boot up stopping the burned man short. Alias stumbles around and Morbid takes advantage throwing Alias around with a Sky High! He lifts Alias' legs up and goes for a quick seated pin.

1




...




Quick kickout from the champ.

Alias stops the count short with a solid boot to the face and rolls onto his feet. Alias gets to his feet and throws a knee into Morbid's temple and follows up quickly with some wild jabs into the challenger's head but Morbid doesn't go down swatting Alias away and getting his meat hooks on the champ's throat and begins to stand but Alias counters with a swift kick to "the holy spirit" and Morbid collapses to his knees; Alias doesn't relent and quickly follows up with a reverse DDT! Alias begins to continue the assault but Mastermind grabs the ragged legs of Alias and drags him out of the ring to give Morbid some space.

HHL: "Boo! Fuck you Mastermind, you suck!"

PC: "He's showing Alias how much it helps having friends in your corner and not being a smelly loner."

Mastermind jabs at Alias on the outside and quickly whips him over the steel steps sending him tumbling. The ref tries to keep order but literally no one cares and one fan absolutely lasers him with a can of Arizona. Great shot too. Morbid gets to his feet and give a curt nod to Mastermind as he kneels up; Mastermind goes to deal more damage but Alias gets up quickly pissed and blocks the Master of Minds attack and rings MM's dome against the steel turnbuckle several times before whipping him over the barricade taking out a small family. As Alias turns he's met by an airborne Morbid Angel which some say is his most dangerous state right after gaseous and Alias is crushed by a flying spear.

The two land hard on the outside. Morbid a little dazed crawls to the barricade and a returning Mastermind nursing his bruised head helps Morbid to his feet over the barricade; Alias gets to the steps and starts to lift himself; Morbid focuses his attention on Alias and hits him the classic "look of looking" before descending on the champ but Alias swiftly hurls the set of stairs into Morbid's mush and the Angel falls back, a gash opening up over his brow. Mastermind steps up onto the barricade and leaps off looking for a clothesline but Alias counters with a flapjack and sends Mastermind into the other half of the steel steps! Alias jumps to his feet and roars to the crowd feeling real good about himself.

Morbid nurses his head and dabs at the blood and in a rage sprints at Alias who ducks under the Clothesline from Purgatory but isn't ready for the shortstop and back elbow. The point of his elbow busting Alias' nose and causing the champ to stumble back, Morbid picks up Alias over his head in a show of strength and locks in a torture rack leaving Alias in agony over Morbid's shoulders. Morbid Angel pulls down on Alias' limbs and then lifts him high into the air before spiking him onto the barricade and Alias falls into the rowdy crowd. Morbid gives a brief lookover to Mastermind who is sadly still alive before going under the ring and searching for hidden treasure. He begins to throw out a table, then a chair, a mysterious black bag which is never good and returns to his feet admiring a barbwire baseball bat.

He heads over the barricade and searches for Alias who has pushed by the crowd to get some breath as he cradles his spine. Morbid searches the area and locks onto Alias and swings with the bat but misses and takes out a fan; Alias is on the ropes and retreats back as Morbid swings wildly knocking random fans away like that scene from Lord of the Rings with Sauron and that giant fuck off mace. Alias gets into some space in an alcove separating the lower seats from the cheap seats. Alias lowers his stance and squares off against the menacing Morbid.

The crazed Russian lets out a battle cry and swings at the Unknown Entity but Alias dodges and the bat smacks the wall, Alias quickly gets to Morbid's back and drops him with a nasty backbreaker before rushing around and attempting to separate the bat from him but Morbid uses his strength to tear the bat back and rakes Alias' arm which ooze blood; Alias lets out a scream of pain and Morbid stabs the head of the bat into Alias' gut before getting for his feet and hitting a homerun against Alias' head! The crowd let out a mix of cries and cheers as Alias goes down and Morbid struggles to take the bat back in the mix of hair and flesh as the barbwire unravels into Alias head and singlet. Morbid walks around smiling at the crowd and lifting the bat aloft in victory while looking to the sky and a knowing smile creeping onto his face. Mastermind is back up and brings a table to Morbid, the two share a look as Mastermind sets up the table and converse ending with Mastermind pointing at Alias and then to the balcony. The crowd get hype. Morbid smiles widely and drops the bat, grabbing Mastermind's face in joy and kisses his forehead before walking back to Alias who is out in a pool of blood. Morbid grabs Alias' foot and begins to drag him upwards, Alias' head bouncing off each step. Morbid picks Alias by the collar and belt and begins to send him over the railing.

The crowd gasp.

As Alias stops himself short!

Pressing his hands against the steel railing, he throws an elbow back into a shocked Morbid and drunkenly throws hands to knock Morbid off balance! Angel blocks one shot but Alias quickly rakes the eyes and gets a little distance; Alias falls back panting heavily and pulls out the barbwire stuck into his with a blood-curdling scream as Angel swings at air blinded. Leaking blood, Alias stands on weary legs and take the barbwire in both hands and begins to wrap it around Morbid's head who screams in pain as he receives a crown of thorns.

The white of Alias' eyes contrast against his bloody red face as he looks crazed tearing at Morbid's scalp. Morbid's face twisted in agony, his fists coil but somehow he manages to send an arm back and sweep Alias' legs and moves forward to get out of the graps, the wire stuck in his skull as blood runs down his face. Alias slaps the floor and meets Morbid but Angel throws his head forward and headbutts Alias with the barbwire! Both men fall back, shaking in anguish and take a small breather. The crowd look onward in amazement at both men.

THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

HHL: "This is fucked up more like."

Both men get back to their feet around the same time; Morbid untwisting the barbwire and tossing it aside; Alias sneers and makes the first move and catches Morbid with a running knee! Morbid is sent into the railings, the crowd growing tense. Alias grabs Morbid's leg and begins to push him over the edge!

But Morbid Angel sends elbow after elbow into Alias' spine and the champ drops!

With a heavy haymaker to Alias' temple, his legs go limp.

Morbid Angel lifts Alias and turn to the 15ft drop.

PC: "GOD ALMIGHTY! THE SECOND COMING!"

Morbid Angel aims the crucifix powerbomb.

HHL: "COUNTERED!!!"

Alias sends the back of his head into the back of Morbid's and drops to his feet!

Alias spins around!

CLOTHESLINE!

AND MORBID FALLS!

FIFTEEN FEET RIGHT ONTO THE TABLE BELOW!!!

THE CROWD ERUPT!

As Morbid lays in a pile of debris, his eyes rolling around in his skull he spits up blood as a panicked Mastermind checks on his teammate. The camera pans to Alias panting leaning over the railing and an unnerving smile curls on his face as he stands up staright. Back to Mastermind trying to rouse Morbid the crowd let out a gasp and Mastermind looks up to Alias hurling towards him with a very literally suicide dive!

Alias crashing onto Mastermind and all three men lie on the ground in a heap.

The fans pick up.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Medical staff rush towards them and check each, a stretcher being brought out as staff worry about Morbid Angel; Medics rouse Mastermind and bring him away from the carnage as a secondary stretcher is brought out for Alias. The two men covered head to toe in blood the fans begin to murmur and Morbid is placed on a stretcher and is wheeled away; after some time Alias is conscious again is beginning to be patched up but he pushes medics away and limps after Morbid Angel! The crowd are on fire as Alias chases Morbid out onto the ramp!

Alias reaches them at the top of the stage and throws medics away and grabs the stretcher but Mastermind comes to the rescue with knocks Alias away, the two begin brawling over the stretcher and knocking Morbid to the ground. Lefts and rights fly between Mastermind and Alias before Alias hits a combo of a thumb to the eye and a knee to the Masterballs. Mastermind doubles over but the fight went on just long enough for Morbid to stir and he blindsides Alias!

Knocked aside, Morbid gets Mastermind to his feet and the two take on Alias, each grabbing a hand around Alias throat and double chokeslamming the champ onto the steel! Mastermind pats Morbid's back who looks worse for wear before setting the stretcher back up and ordering Morbid.

Angel lifts Alias into a fireman's carry and drops him on top of the stretcher and gives Mastermind a nod. Both men grab the handle of the stretcher and begin to run Alias down the ramp, letting go and sending Alias crashing into the apron! The bloodthirsty crowd going ballistic.

Alias lies still on the ground as Mastermind and Morbid take a breather before walking down the ramp; Morbid sending Alias back into the ring as Mastermind looks on. Morbid pushes Alias into the center and goes for the pin.

1













...






















2






















...
























THRE-NO!!!

The crowd pop huge!

Alias just getting a shoulder up before the three!!!

Morbid is stunned! Mastermind is stunned! The fans are stunned! Morbid sits back and stares a hole into Alias, Mastermind moves around the ring grabbing his temples and sees the black bag from before, hoping for a secret weapon he throws it towards Morbid. Angel takes it and looks inside; a silent laugh leaving his lungs and he slowly gets to his feet and empties the bag, broken glass spilling onto the floor. Morbid tosses the bag aside and goes to Alias, picking him up and dragging him into the corner.

He steps up the turnbuckles with Alias in tow and turns him around for a tombstone. The crowd cheer on as Morbid wobbly positions himself.

But Alias! Not knowing when to stop hurls Morbid over with a sloppy hurricanrana and sends Morbid into the glass shards!!!

Morbid lands into the glass and flails wildly out of it as Alias tries to stay conscious on the mat. The two stay down for what feels like an eternity before Alias uses the ropes to stand and Morbid gets to his knees, blood leaking from his forehead and splattering onto the mat, he breathes heavily as Alias stumbles forward and grabs the back of Angel's neck. Mastermind reaches into his coat and retrieves a crucifix! He throws it into the ring and it slides right into Morbid's hand. As Alias pulls Angel to his feet The Messiah of Masochism strikes!

HHL: "THE MANDIBLE CROSS!"

Morbid jams the cross down Alias' throat as Morbid uses his spare hand to get a tight hold of bloody blonde hair as the champ struggles to keep his last meal down, the wooden cross crashing down on his pharynx.

PC: "Good lord! Morbid with the quick thinking of Mastermind is about to win this thing! Alias has no chance!"

Morbid Angel's eyes burst open with vindictive light as he screams like a preacher to a crowd of lost souls, relishing in the agony he is causing but Alias whips his arm forward.

HHL: "NO WAY!"

Alias' left hand heading to Morbid's open maw.

HHL: "EAT THE LEFT HAND!!!"

Alias returning with his own mandible claw trying to wrench Morbid's jaw from his body. The crowd stands to their feet in a righteous cheer! Both men in the center of the ring struggling against one another and Mastermind on the outside, his eyes wide in fear pulls his hair out. The referee gets between both men to check for any signs of quitting but both power through with sheer will and anger, muffled screams crying from the both of them.

Alias' legs tremble as the pain becomes too much to bare and he uses his spare hand to try and push Morbid away but Angel puts a stop to that by forcing his fangs down onto Alias' finger, blood oozing into his mouth as the knuckles split open. Alias goes down to a knee, his turning a beet red and veins popping from his temples but with whatever is left in he tears his hand away from Morbid's and palms upwards into Morbid's nose bone! But Alias keeps his claw in! Attacking with The Other Left sending Morbid dizzy and down on one knee too! The crowd goes berserk as these two men try and get the other down. They glare at one another, cursing one another through spit and blood, both of them looking weary.

But Mastermind isn't taking any chances and rushes into the ring with a steel chair and cracks Alias over the head! A shot rings out and the arena falls silent for a brief moment as Alias falls down and Morbid catches his breath, cradling his jaw. Mastermind stands over Alias' body who spits up bile and blood as he lays down on the mat.

The crowd cry in unison.

FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER!

Mastermind hands the chair to Morbid and gives a nod. Morbid raises the chair against his forehead and gives what could be a solemn prayer. Standing side by side, the team look ready to end this. Morbid raises the chair high and goes for a swing!

But Alias with a desperate toe hold drops Mastermind in front of the shot!!!

Morbid annihilates Mastermind with a chair shot and his eyes go wide. Morbid turns back to Alias who forces himself into a crouching position and hefts the chair high hoping for a hit only leaving him wide open for...








The signature uppercut from Alias rocks Morbid Angel's chin and the challenger is lifted off his feet before dropping onto the mat.


Alias covers!!!


1






















....





























2


































...










































3!!!!

WINNER AND STILL X-TREME CHAMPION - ALIAS!

Alias' theme hits as he is dragged up to his feet by the ref andf his hand is raised to the roar of the crowd.

PC: "Both these men went through hell tonight, and even though Alias limped home with the win, you can't take anything away from Morbid."

HHL: "What a mtch! what win! Now, I think I'm gonna go throw up."

---

A video package featuring footage from the TLC match at Snow Job, along with promo excerpts between Bobby, TK, Duke and Corey from the last two weeks plays over the XTron with O Fortuna playing overtop the footage.

The video ends and we’re brought to Pip Collins and Heather Halliwell.

Pip Collins: Folks, do you want HIGH drama? Do you want four of the best in the business today going at it in a Tornado Tag match? Because right now, one of the most coveted prizes in the world, the XWF Tag Team Championships will be on the line as Continuum looks to defend the gold against Them No Good Bastards.

Heather Halliwell: Even at an event like March Madness, where we’re going to see a new King or Queen of the XWF crowned and the Universal Title defended, this has to be one of most highly anticipated matches not just on this card, but in recent history!

Pip Collins: At Snow Job the dynamic was different. You had three teams in a TLC match, and representing Continuum under free-bird rules was Doctor Louis D’Ville. Tonight we get the second act in this rivalry with TNGB, only this time it will be The Lionheart Thaddeus Duke and Corey Smith looking to put their stamp on the tag-team division.



The entirely epic XTron video of TNGB takes over the arena as the lights dim. A spotlight highlights the ramp, and Thunder Knuckles walks out onto the entrance ramp, hyped and ready to fight, pointing out into the crowd. Behind him, Bobby Bourbon deliberately walks out and stops, also pointing out into the crowd. Both men glance at each other and bump fists, then in unison point into the ring, tossing out T.N.G.B T-Shirts to the crowd. The crowd sings along with the song.

*YOU'RE NO GOOD, YOU'RE NO GOOD, YOU'RE NO GOOD..*

TK slides into the ring and gets up onto a knee, beckoning the crowd as Bobby climbs the steps and enters the ring behind him. TK stands and appeals to the crowd as Bobby raises his arms at 45 degree angles.

As the camera pans close to Bobby and TK’s faces, the lights in the arena cut out, leaving only a blue glow in a single line from the entrance ramp and into the ring. The stadium floor slowly begins to fill with smoke. Bobby and TK’s faces tighten with a stern readiness…



The smoke on the floor thickens and the single line of blue light splits into a single silver and a single gold beam piercing down on either side of the stage.

Thaddeus Duke steps under the silver light. One-half of the tag team championships around his waist. Corey Smith steps under the gold light, his share of the tag team prize draped over his shoulder. The two men are both shirtless, Thad wearing long yellow tights, Corey wearing black and white boxing-type shorts.

Down the leg of Thad’s reads: LIONHEART

Down the leg of Corey’s reads: GATEKEEPER

The crowd goes wild as the two men turn towards one another, each lifting their championships into the air simultaneously.

The spotlights follow the men as they each take off in different directions through the crowd. They’re each slapping hands, taking selfies with fans, the proverbial baby-kissing.

They navigate their ways through opposite sides of the arena until they both reach the barricades on either side of the front of the ring. They hop the guardrails, stand shoulder to shoulder looking up at TNGB, and in unison lift their titles into the air again as the regular lighting returns to the arena.

Continuum enters the ring and hands their titles over to Chaz Bobo. The two teams cycle through various stretches, neck pops, bounces and taunts as Tig O’ Bitties takes the center of the ring.

Tig: Ladies and gentlemen… the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! And is a TOR-NA-DO Tag Match for the XWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!!

Introducing first… the challengers! Weighing in a combined, THUNDER KNUCKLES! BOBBY BOURBON!

THEM NOOOOO GOOD BAAAASTARDS!

And their opponents… weighing in at a combined weight of, THEY ARE the XWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
THADDEUS DUKE! COREY SMITH!

CON-TIIIIN-UUUUUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bobo holds the championships in the air before handing them off to time keeper Nipsy.

Pip Collins: Talk about a big fight, Heather. It may not get ANY bigger than this!

Match 16 XWF TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH "Them No Good Bastards" Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles - vs - Thaddeus Duke and Corey Smith Tornado Tag Team Match - One Fall Warfare Rules

Bobo calls for the bell, and a sly grin comes over Bourbon’s face. Right away he grams TK by the arm and whips him directly towards Thad Duke. Not anticipating the quick maneuver Thad gets stuffed in the corner with a powerful splash from TK! But following right up is Bobby Bourbon charging full speed ahead! He leaps in the air and splashes both TK and Thad. But Smith isn’t taking this lying down!

As soon as Bourbon’s splash lands, Corey Smith jumps on Bobby’s back! He’s sending crushing forearms and elbows into Bobby’s head. Bourbon tried grabbing Smith for a snapmare, but Corey is quick and powerful, he’s dropped down and throws all of his weight into a falling shoulder right in the back of Bobby’s knee.

The pace of the match is out of this world! In the corner, Thad is fighting TK, a swift elbow bucks Thunder Knuckles away. Thad bounces onto the middle-rope, turns midair, and springboards off, landing on TK’s shoulders and taking him down with a hurricanrana.

In the center of the ring, Corey has locked in an ankle lock on big Bobby Bourbon. But the former Universal Champion is cagy and powerful. He flips to his back and kicks Smith off, sending the smaller man bouncing into the ropes. Corey runs back on a rebound, he hops over Bourbon, but on the return, Bobby is to his feet and cleans Corey’s clock with a powerful clothesline that sends the smaller Smith flipping in the air. The attack was so strong it plopped Bourbon down to one knee as Smith smashes into the mat.

But before Bobby can capitalize

Heather Halliwell: RUNNING WATERS!

Thad sprints and sends a jaw-shattering running knee into Bourbon’s mouth. Thad goes for the cover!

NO!

Thunder Knuckles pops up from behind and lifts Thad up from the mat in a full-nelson and slams him down. TK covers!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





Quick kick out there by Thaddeus Duke!

Pip Collins: It’s going to take a lot more than that to put Duke down!

Bourbon has stirred back to his feet. He notices Smith still struggling on the canvass and capitalizes! He leaps in the air and drops like an anvil with a senton, smashing Corey back to the ring. Bobby looks at TK who has lifted Duke by the hair and points to the outside of the ring. TK smiles and nods and throws Duke through the middle ropes. Bobby makes a confident and deliberate march out onto the apron while TK has climbed on the top rope.

Bobby gets to the floor and lifts Duke. Bobby punches Duke right in the nose, scoops him quickly, and sends him crashing down on his knee with a car wreck of a backbreaker. He keeps Duke suspended over his knee. TK still on the rope sets up!

Heather Halliwell: I THINK SOMEONE IS ABOUT TO GET THEIR LUNCHMONEY TAKEN!

TK Goes to dive!

Pip Collins: OOOOOOHHHHHHH!

Corey Smith runs and steps up on the rope with a leaping roundhouse, connecting to the side of TK’s jaw and sending him toppling from the turnbuckle and crashing into the barricade. Smith grabs the top rope and vaults over, right into the waiting arms of Bourbon.

Heather Halliwell: Smith went for a hurricanrana and Bourbon caught him right on his shoulders!

But Corey latches onto Bobby’s head with his left arm and sends a series of right jabs between his eyes. Bobby wobbles, growling as he eats the punches over and over, his vision goes white and he slams down with all of his might.

The cracking sound of Smith’s head whipping off of the apron can be heard around the arena.

Pip Collins: OH DEAR LORD!

Corey’s body partially folds under the ring from the sickening powerbomb. Bobby’s vision is restored and he pounces on Corey. Lifting him for another apron powerbomb! Corey’s head is dangling unconscious!

Heather Halliwell: BETTER THAN YOU!

Thad Duke’s patented super kick blasts the big man in the side of the head, lifting him from his feet and sending him near the steps as Smith drops from his shoulders still ailing from the powerbomb. Thad grabs Corey and props him up against the apron.

Thad leans down and throws the drape up on the ring, reaching under, he partially slides out a ladder. But TK is charging with a chair at Thad and the stirring Corey! Smith twitches and dives over Thad towards TK and grabs the chair. The two men struggle over it until Smith sends a kick into TK’s knee, he grabs the chair tightly and shoves TK over pulling the chair away from him. This buys Thad time as he pulls not one, but two ladders out from the ring.

Bobby remains downed from that hellacious kick to the face. Smith charges at TK and wacks him in the leg with the chair. TK doesn’t go down, instead, he hobbles in retreat towards the ring as Smith wacks him two more times. TK rolls under the bottom rope and Smith follows with the chair. TK stands but from the outside of the ring, atop a ladder, Thad Duke torpedoes into the ring with a missile dropkick, catching Thunder in the chest. Smith dives on TK and hooks the leg!


1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!










































2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!











NO!





















TK kicks out!

Duke and Smith gather quickly. Lifting TK up to his feet, leaving him staggering in the center of the canvass. The Boys of Continuum dart towards opposite turnbuckles. They stand tall and size TK up, they look past him and nod towards one another.

They dive!

QUANTUM LEAP!

Each man lands a missile dropkick to TK’s chest and back of his neck respectively TK buckles to the canvas. Thad goes to cover TK!

But Bobby has emerged! He lifts Thad by the back of his tights and stands him to his feet and Big Boy Tosses him into the turnbuckle. Thad smashes down in a mangled position. He turns and swings with a huge right hook for the now vertical Corey Smith’s head, but Smith evades, spins, and catches Bobby across the jaw with a back fist.

Bobby stumbles back as Corey lunges towards him with another back fist, but Bobby slides and this time connects with the back of Smith’s head, sending him spinning and tumbling in the opposite direction. But the Gatekeeper stays firm on his feet, turns back, and faces the advancing Bourbon. Corey chops into Bourbon’s chest, a large red welp immediately forms, and Corey works it a few more times. Bobby returns an eye rake, and Corey a blinded leaping forearm. Bobby swings again at Smith’s head with all of his might.

AND TK IS RUNNING TOWARDS SMITH AT FULL SPEED! COCKING HIS ARM AND SWINGING!

Heather Halliwell: SKULLBUSTER SPECIAL!

The two haymakers connect at the same time, Corey collapses! Bourbon covers!

1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




















2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
























NO!!!!!!

ANOTHER RUNNING WATERS FROM THAD!

The knee lifts Bourbon off of Corey, as Smith grabs his head and rolls out of the side of the ring.

Thad turns to TK, charges, and executes a beautiful sling blade TK hits the mat hard but recovers quick enough to lock back up with Thad. On the outside of the ring, Corey Smith has risen to his feet as Bobby Bourbon crawls under the bottom rope and stands on the apron. He sizes Smith up and dives with a double ax handle. But Smith turns and lands a back kick on Bourbon midair, but the big man lands to his feet.

Bourbon and Corey exchange punches on the outside while TK and Thad are locking horns on the inside. Bourbon overpowers Corey and throws him into the barricade and follows up by stampeding over him on his bounce back. On the inside of the ring, Thad delivers a couple of kicks to TK and Irish whips him into the corner! Thad runs to the corner and runs up TK to the top turnbuckle! He measures up Bourbon for a second before taking a leap and gets caught! Bourbon seen him all the way and maneuvers him up and hits Thad with a Bobby-Bomb on the ring steps!

Pip Collins: Yikes! Bobby Bourbon just put these No Good Bastards in control of this match!

Thad’s broken body falls from the steps and he starts to crawl away around the corner of the ring. TK joins his partner outside of the ring and the two of them, after beating down Corey with a flurry of kicks, make their way towards the corner where Thad went. Before they reach there Doc stands up and meets the No Good Bastards face to face!

Heather Halliwell: What the hell?!

Pip Collins: Is that Doctor D’Ville?!

Heather Halliwell: It is!

A grin stretches across Doc’s face and his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Pip Collins: Why is he wearing Thad’s ring gear??

Doc explodes with a series of attacks on both bastards and drives them back. Thad has disappeared and the referee is apparently allowing this!

Heather Halliwell: I think I know what this is, Pip!

Pip Collins: What are you talking about!

Heather Halliwell: This is Sin Magic!!!!

Doc buries his fists into Bob and TK and as Corey gets back to his feet he joins in on the beat down! Doc grabs TK and hits him with a Doc Bottom on the floor!!!

Pip Collins: Doc Bottom! Doc Bottom!

Corey grabs Bourbon and attempts to whip him into the ring post, but Bourbon hangs on and pulls Corey back in! Corey flips up and frankensteiners Bourbon’s head down onto the top of the ring steps!! Bourbon’s face, more specifically nose, bashes off the top and he crumbles to the side of it. Corey grabs Bourbon and pulls him closer to the middle between the ring posts. Doc already has TK by the hair and throws him on top of Bourbon!! Corey points to one ring corner while Doc points to the other!!

Heather Halliwell: What… Are we about to see…..

Pip Collins: I don’t know Heather… But it’s going to be big!

Doc climbs one turnbuckle while Corey climbs the other… Bourbon and TK remain sprawled out in a pile on the floor…. Corey and Doc leap and each do a Shooting Star Press on Them No Good Bastards!!

Pip Collins: Oh my God!!! I think they call that the Closer!

Heather Halliwell: Yeah, when Thad and Corey do it. What a mess!

When the dust clears, Thad and Corey slowly climb to their feet and look around confused for a second before shrugging it off and getting back to business.

Pip Collins: Where’d Doc go?!

Heather Halliwell: Sin Magic!!

Bobby and TK both stagger up to their knees. Corey and Thad slap hands and size them up.

EXTRA FACE PAIN DE-LUX TO BOURBON!

BETTER THAN YOU TO THUNDER KNU- NOOOO WAIT!

TK GRABS THAD BY THE ANKLE!

THUNDERSTRIKE ANKLE DDT!

COREY TURNS! A FACE PAIN DE-LU-NOOOOO!!!!

TK GRABS COREY BY THE ANKLE!

ANOTHER THUNDERSTRIKE DDT!

TK collapse from exhaustion laid out next to his partner Bobby Bourbon as Continuum writhes around the ring clutching their ankles!

HHL: This match is pure insanity!

Pip: One of the best tag team matches we've seen here in the XWF in sometime. Maybe ever!

Bobby Bourbon is the first one to get to his feet following next by a hobbled Thaddeus Duke. The two men start throwing some haymakers most of which fail to land as Bobby is exhausted and Thad is on a bum ankle. Bobby sees Corey starting to get to his feet and he changes tactics. He reaches forward with his enormous meathooks and grabs Thaddeus Duke by the back of the head and pulls it forward until their foreheads collide thanks to a vicious headbutt by Bourbon.

Thaddeus stumbles back a foot and is then immediately met with a kick to the midsection and then a....



BOBBYBOMB!!!!!!!!!!! It's like the Robbiebomb but way more OP!!!


Bobby falls down ontop of Duke basically enveloping his opponent as the ref goes for the count....





1






























2



















Corey lunges forward to break up the pin but TK grabs his ankle and stops him fro getting there...























3!!!

Winners and NEW XWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS - "THEM NO GOOD BASTARDS" Bobby Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles

HHL: What an incredible match by these 4!

Pip: It really was Heather. I'd say so far the match off the night but we got a few big ones still to come.

---

”Ladies and gentleman the following Triple Threat Match is the FINALS of the MARCH MADNESS TOURNAMENT!


There is a massive ovation from the crowd!









”Introducing first, he is the winner of the Second Chance Battle Royale, DEMOS!


Demos makes his way out on to the ramp, his left eye with an eye patch covering it.


HHL: Demos is wearing the wages of war from tonight’s events, and while he might have lost the Television Championship to Marf he is coming into a chance to leave the lasting impression if he can pull off this Tournament Final.

Pip: Coming in with a damaged peeper is going to be a lot to pull through.

Demos reaches the ringside area, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope before getting up to a vertical base where he hurls his right arm up in the air.


”And his opponent…”








”About to make his way to the ring, SHAWN WARSTEIN!”


Shawn makes his way to the ring.


HHL: It is not a shock to see Shawn in the finals, but does he have the goods to leave the King of the XWF?

Pip: Lord knows we will not hear the end of it.


”… And introducing the final participant.








”About to make his way to the ring, DOCTOR LOUIS DE’VILLE!”


The arena goes dark and a red mist rises up around the stage and through it appears Doctor Louis D'VIlle. He slowly walks down the ramp and enters the ring where he picks a turnbuckle and stands on the second ropes as the red strobe lights flash and smoke rises from under the ring.

Match 17 Demos - vs - Shawn Watstein - vs - Doc D'Ville Standard Triple Threat Match

HHL: We are underway, one of these three will be the winner of the March Madness Tournament and will be known as the King of the XWF.


Warstein and Doc glance over at each other before each shifting their attention towards the one eyed Demos. Demos doesn’t wait as he charges towards Doc where they start trading right hands before Shawn comes up from behind clocking Demos from behind before taking a back waist lock where he delivers a snap release German Suplex folding Demos up like an accordion sending Demos rolling out to the floor. The crowd erupts as Warstein gets back to his feet where he and Doc stare across the ring at each other causing the crowd to get louder and louder as the anticipation builds.

Shawn and Doc go face to face before Doc swings with a right hand, Shawn fires back with a right, Doc responds, Shawn responds, Doc responds but before Shawn can respond he is cut off with a knee into the midsection before hurling Warstein into a neutral corner! Doc charges in after Shawn who throws a right boot up to the face staggering Doc backwards towards the center of the ring for Warstein to explode out from the corner taking Doc does with a running clothesline.

Demos rolls back into the ring getting to his feet and as Shawn turns around he is planted with a boot to the midsection that doubles him over for Demos to land a swinging neckbreaker! Demos makes the cover on Warstein.


1!!












2!!















THR..

Shawn kicks out. Demos gets back to his feet where he picks Warstein up and hurls him out to the floor through the ropes. Doc is getting back to his feet as Demos turns around where he starts unloading with a series of right hands before driving Doc back into a neutral corner. Demos unloads a flurry of forearms across the jaw knocking Doc down to a seated position in the corner. Demos backs up across the ring to the opposite corner, he starts to charge towards Doc only to be cut off by Warstein with a Spear!

Warstein takes a mount position on Demos where he starts gouging at the left eye!


HHL: It certainly did not take long for the left eye of Demos to be targeted!


Warstein gouges the eye patch as Demos as the referee lays the count to him. Shawn breaks at the four count where he gets back to his feet and starts stomping away at Demos. Warstein turns his attention towards Doc who is back up against the corner. Shawn charges towards Doc where he eats a reverse elbow that staggers him back, Doc comes out from the corner thumbing Shawn in the eyes before raking his across the back with both hands!

Doc takes Warstein and smashes him head first into a top turnbuckle pad. Doc spins Shawn around back first against the buckles where he lands an open handed chop! Shawn fires back with a right hand knocking Doc towards the ropes. Shawn comes forward only to see Demos charge forward with a double clothesline taking all three men spilling over the top rope and out to the floor!


Pip: Demos throwing caution to the wing taking all three over the top rope and out to the ringside area.


Demos is the first to his feet as the crowd erupts in his favor. He picks Shawn up for where he takes him and drives him head first off the ring steps! Demo turns his attention towards Doc who is getting to all fours, Demos charges punting Doc in the ribs knocking him over on to his back. Demos climbs up on the ring apron where he backs all the way across the apron.


HHL: Demos has used the apron to deliver a flying elbow.


Demos starts to run the apron only to have Warstein yank his legs out from under Demos sending him face planting on the ring apron. Shawn slides into the ring where he pulls Demos back into the ring under the bottom rope. He picks Demos up where he shoots him into a neutral corner. Warstein charges forward delivering a running boot to the face! Demos staggers out of the corner and into a boot to the gut followed by Warstein locking in a front face lock.

Shawn hoists Demos up in the air where he holds him up vertically for several seconds letting the blood flow down to the brain before dropping him straight down with a Stalling Brainbuster! Shawn rolls Demos over making the cover while hooking the near leg.


1!!













2!!












THR..


Demos kicks out to a pop from the crowd!


HHL: Near fall for Warstein!

Pip: Looks like Doc is getting back into the mix.


Doc climbs back up on the ring apron only to see Warstein charge towards him blasting him off the ring apron with a forearm sending him crashing back down to the floor. Shawn turns back towards Demos where he picks him up off the mat. Shawn lands a forearm to the face before taking Demos back into the ropes where he shoots him across the ring, Demos bounces off the ropes ducking under a clothesline from Warstein. Shawn spins around where he eats a boot to the midsection by Demos who follows up with a Wedgie Piledriver spiking Warstein off the canvass!


HHL: This is anyone’s game.


Demos crawls towards Warstein where he makes a cover.


1!!













2!!














THR..


Warstein kicks out of the near fall! Doc slides back into the ring and as Demos starts getting back to his feet we see Doc come up from behind where he delivers a Side Russian Leg Sweep to Demos! Doc makes the cover.


1!!














2!!















THR..



Demos kicks out of the near fall attempt. Doc starts to get back to a vertical base where he turns his attention towards Warstein. He picks him up off the mat where he delivers a European Uppercut rocking Warstein back into the ropes, he bounces off and into a Fireman’s Carry pick up by Doc where he then drives him down into the mat with a Death Valley Driver! Warstein rolls out to the floor before Doc can make a cover.

Doc gets up to his feet where he turns his attention back towards Demos who is pulling himself up in a neutral corner. Doc charges towards Demos who comes out from the corner where he hip tosses Doc into the turnbuckles! Demos makes his way across the ring back into the opposite corner and as Doc gets to a seated position against the buckles, Demos charges across the delivering a running knee into the face of Doc driving him back against the buckles! Demos pulls Doc out towards the center of the ring where he makes the cover! As he makes the cover Warstein climbs up on the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles.


1!!













2!!















THR…


Warstein breaks the cover with a Flying Elbow drop across the back of the neck of Demos!


Pip: Warstein makes the save!

The crowd erupts as all three men are down.


HHL: This is the third match for all of these guys! You have to wonder just how much all three have left in the tank.


Shawn Warstein is the first to begin to work his way to his feet. He picks up Demos where he locks in a front face lock. He hoists him up before dropping him gut first over the top rope! Demos bounces off the rope to the ring apron where Warstein Superkicks him off the ring apron sending him crashing down to the floor. Shawn turns his attention towards Doc. He picks him up off the mat delivering a Belly to Belly Suplex! Warstein makes the cover.


1!!











2!!













THRE


Doc kicks out! Warstein reaches his feet where he picks Doc up and gouges him in the eyes!


Pip: It was good for Doc so it is good for Shawn!


Warstein drives a boot to the midsection before delivering a vicious sit out Falcon Arrow to Doc! The crowd pops as Shawn rolls Doc over making the cover hooking the near leg.


1!!












2!!












THRE..


Demos dives on top of Warstein breaking the cover to a huge gasp from the crowd. Demos works his way back to his feet where he picks up Warstein before delivering a back breaker. Demos steps back up to his feet where he goes after Doc picking him up off the mat where he locks him up looking for the Double Arm DDT only to have Doc drive Demos towards the ropes where both Doc and Demos spill through the top and middle rope spilling out to the floor!

Doc and Demos both start working their way to their feet with Doc gouging at the eye patch over the left eye. In the ring Shawn sizes up both men as he bounces off the far side and charges across the ring delivering a baseball slide dropkick to both Demos and Doc sending both men sailing into the security barrier!

Warstein slides out to the floor where he takes Demos and sends him flying towards the steel steps knees first sending Demo flipping over the steel steps crashing down to the floor! Shawn turns towards Doc where he comes forward taking him by the head where he looks to smash it off the ring post! Doc puts on the breaks with his hands, he jabs an elbow into the midsection of Warstein before countering and bouncing him face first of ring post!

Doc takes Warstein and hurls him back into the ring where he climbs up on the ring apron before starting to climb the turnbuckles!


HHL: Doc is taking a huge risk!

Pip: Huge risks comes huge rewards if it pays off!

Doc reaches the top rope where he looks down into the ring at Shawn Warstein. Doc sets sail with diving headbut to Warstein!


HHL: Trepanation!


Doc makes the cover hooking the near leg of Warstein.


1!!












2!!












THRE..


Demos pulls the referee out to the floor breaking the count in the process!


Pip: Smart way to break the count by Demos to keep this match underway.


Demos slides into the ring where he pushes himself up off the mat and to his feet where he meets Doc with a heated exchange of right hands! Demos starts to get the better of the exchange before being cut off by Doc who gouges the eye patch over the left eye of Demos before sneaking in a mini chokeslam!

Doc starts to work his way back to his feet where he turns his attention towards Warstein. He picks him up off the mat where he looks to position him for the Lobotomy! Doc hoists him up for his version of a Falcon Arrow only to see Warstain counter as he flips over Doc landing on his feet and counters with the backstabber! Shawn makes the cover of Doc!


1!!
















2!!












THRE..


Doc escapes the near fall with a kick out. The crowd starts a massive “THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!” chant directed towards the ring as all three men are down.


Pip: You can get a sense that these men are running out of gas.


Shawn slowly starts to work his way back to his feet where he sees Demos pushing himself up off the mat. Shawn charges forward with a full head of steam where he looks to deliver the King’s Crown! Demos throws his head up and out of the way at the last second! Demos is up where he catches Warstein with a boot to the midsection where he spikes Warstein into the mat with Double Arm DDT!


HHL: DEVIL’S HOOK DROP! DEMOS IS GOING TO DO IT!


Demos rolls Warstein over making a cover hooking the nearest leg.


1!!











2!!













THRE…


Doc breaks the cover at the last possible second to a huge pop from the crowd! Warstein rolls towards the ropes as Doc gets back to his feet where he pulls Demos up to his feet by the hair. Doc looks to scoop Demos up for a body slam only to see Demos counter with an Inside cradle!


1!!














2!!














THRE…

Doc counters by shifting his weight and it is now Demos shoulders on the mat.



1!!















2!!














THRE…


Demos kicks out of the inside cradle! Demos and Doc both get back to their feet where Doc charges towards Demos swinging with a clothesline, Demos ducks sending Doc bouncing off the ropes where Demos ducks his head looking for a back body drop! Doc counters as he puts on the brakes before hoisting Demos up before driving him down into the mat with a Powerbomb!

Doc turns towards Warstein where he’s met with a Superkick that sends Doc bouncing off the ropes and into the EGO TRIP!

Warstein rolls Doc over making the cover!


1!!













2!!












THRE…


Demos dives on top of Warstein with a double sledge breaking the pinfall!


HHL: Demos keeps this thing alive because I think Warstein might have just had Doc!

Pip: You always have to have your head on a swivel in Triple Threat matches because at any point there is somebody else in the mix.


Demos pulls himself up off the mat using the ropes to assist him to his feet. Warstein is stirring and pushing himself up to one knee before stepping up to a vertical base where he catches Demos a short knee to the face, followed by a straight elbow, immediately followed by a spinning back elbow to the jaw that sends Demos crumbling to the mat. Warstein makes the cover.


1!!!












2!!













THRE..


Demos kicks out to a pop from the crowd!


Pip: Each and every count is one inch closer to the three count.


Shawn Warstein starts working his way back to his feet where he calls for the Ego Trip to Demos. Demos rolls over to his chest where he starts pushing himself up off the mat and back to his feet. Warstein comes forward driving a boot into the midsection of Demos, he underhooks the arms of Demos where he drives him into the mat with the EGO TRIP!

Shawn gets to one knee only to see Doc kick him straight in the jaw sending Warstein out to the floor.

Doc seizes the moment as he reaches down picking Demos up off the mat where he locks in a front face lock before hoisting him up in the air and driving him down in the mat with the LOBOTOMY! Doc rolls Demos over making the cover hooking the near leg!


1!!











2!!













3!!

WINNER OF MARCH MADNESS III - DOCTOR LOUIS D’VILLE

HHL: He did it!!! Doctor D'Ville is the first two time March Madness/King of The Ring winner in XWF history!!!

Pip: An inredible feat to be sure Heather. Especially with some of the names he had to go through to reach the top of the mountain.

HHL: You're right Pip. The talent has NEVER been better here at the XWF and as great as that match was we still have one more match to go on this show. The Universal Title match is up next. Chris Page and the rest of the XWF Universe will finally learn who "Anarchy" is.

---

The crowd is absolutely electric at the point with all the action they’ve witnessed and the anticipation for the Universal Championship still looming. While the victors still celebrate backstage, the XtremeTron comes to life in the arena. This causes a slight pop from the feverishly excited crowd, until it shows Lycana backstage, slinking quietly and quickly through the arena; it’s soon clear that she’s heading towards the parking garage. The arena is filled with heavy booing, but the fairer Dissentient doesn’t seem to notice. Looking around cautiously, she reaches her rental and pops the trunk, stashing her bags inside. A shuffle echoing from her right causes her to look, blue eyes narrowing against the shadows. A quick look around yields nothing, so she slams the trunk shut and gets half a step towards the driver's side when a soft, familiar voice from behind her stops her dead in her tracks.


Betsy Granger: You weren’t actually going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?


A predatory grin lights up the blue-haired beauty’s face as she turns slowly to face Betsy head-on. Betsy has dressed once again in her street clothes and her face hides none of her current thoughts or intentions.


Lycana: I wouldn’t dream of it, darling; I’m just surprised at how much you care enough to stop me.


The two women take instinctive steps towards each other, never breaking their eye contact. Something in Betsy’s demeanor causes Lycana’s grin to become even more wolfish.


Lycana: Did you truly come out here by yourself to call me out? I thought you were a quick study, Betsy; you should have known I wouldn’t be out here on my own.


Her emerald eyes widen as Marf suddenly creeps out from the shadows. He intentionally bumps his shoulder roughly into Betsy’s, knocking her off balance a bit. Now the two begin to circle her like prey as she crouches into a fighting stance in between them. They both laugh with clear delight as they continue to play joyfully.


Marf: It was kind of you to offer yourself up to us so sweetly, but I don’t buy it; where’s the pretty boy?


With an exaggerated sigh and a grin of amused defeat, Betsy straightens her stance and shrugs.


Betsy Granger: Okay, okay, you got me. James, you can come out now, they’re onto us.


James Raven is now the one sneaking out from the shadows from the opposite side; he wastes no time closing the gap between himself and Betsy. Now both pairs square off; Betsy and Raven stand back-to-back ready for a fight while Lycana and Marf lick their chops gleefully. In an almost practiced motion, James and Betsy move into similar defensive positions and wait for the Left Hand to attack; the wait isn’t a long one. It happened in a flash; one moment, Lycana and Marf were laughing evilly and playing games, the next moment they were lunging. Betsy leaps at Lycana in turn and the two women collide with a sickening thud as both their bodies hit the ground. Recovering first, Betsy crawls towards the blue-haired vixen and immediately goes on the attack.


Meanwhile, James had successfully managed to evade Marf’s attack, sending the other towards one of the parked vehicles. Skidding to a halt just short of collision, Marf uses the spare momentum to jump up onto the trunk of the car. Caught off guard by this surprising show of agility, James pauses, giving Marf just enough time to jump from the trunk and crossbody both of them to the hard cement ground of the parking garage. Marf manages to avoid injury as James’ body absorbs most of the shock of the impact; giving the latter no time to catch his breath, Marf climbs on top of him and begins raining blows down on top of him. Throwing up his arms over his face in an attempt to catch some of the punches, Raven looks around for any out he can find. His luck was in; Betsy, having noticed that James was in trouble, slams Lycana’s head into the cement and rushes over to pull Marf off of him.


As James rolls away to catch his breath, Marf and Betsy go at it. Determination to destroy the other dictates both of their actions in very different ways. While Betsy twirls around him and takes precise, calculated shots at weak points, Marf uses his power to drop blows on any part of her he could find. Just as the Impossible Traveler aims a kick for his solar plexus, Marf calls the shot and dodges. The momentum sends Betsy flying forward for a moment and Marf catches her up easily and slams her down on her back into the cement. Her body makes contact with a sickening thud; her eyes are glassy and lifeless as they roll around in her head, staring up blankly at the dim lights above her. James sucks in one last breath of air, horror sinking in as he attempts to rush over to where her body lies in a crumpled heap. He notices, much too late, that Lycana and Marf were ready for this and planted him on the concrete next to his girlfriend in a vicious double powerbomb.


Laughing in victory, Lycana and Marf raise their left hands to the sky before stalking up to the couple lying on the ground. Betsy was groaning and beginning to stir, but James’ eyes were still fluttering, his body twitching slightly from the pain. Lycana eyes Betsy hungrily, clearly ready to finish what had long been started between them, but Marf places a hand gently on her shoulder and shakes his head. Going back to their rental, he opens up the door to the back seat and produces a blowtorch from inside. There’s a collective gasp from the crowd as realization hits; the horror that fills the atmosphere as Marf also pulls out a full canister of gasoline is thick enough to cut with a knife. Waving the blowtorch like a marching band conductor and letting the canister swing casually, Marf cackles as he turns to begin his way back towards the fallen pair. Lycana claps her hands gleefully, electric blue eyes dancing with merriment.


Without warning, a blur comes on screen at a high rate of speed and crashes with full momentum into Marf; the gas can and blowtorch go flying in the air as Marf is slammed hard into the back of the rental car. Lycana barely has time to register what happened when she too is taken down by the fast-moving figure. Once he rises from his tackle, the unexpected hero turns towards the camera, revealing Shawn Warstein! The crowd goes absolutely wild as his cold eyes flicker between Lycana and Marf; the former is still rolling around in pain while the latter is starting to get to his feet. Wasting no time at all, Warstein grabs Marf by his arm and slams him into the rental. He walks briskly over to his friends, pulling them both up to sitting positions. James runs his hand over the spot his head had connected with the concrete, while Betsy favors her already injured ribs. Looking around, she spots Lycana getting to her feet and preparing to strike; Shawn follows Betsy’s gaze and steps aside easily when Lycana lunges, causing her to stumble gracelessly forward. Using this momentum, Shawn diverts her path and sends her and Marf crashing into that poor rental! The Dissentients are in trouble as they fall into a tangled heap on the ground, groaning in pain.


Betsy gets to her feet and looks at Shawn, her green eyes shining with unshed tears of relief and gratitude. He holds her gaze with no expression on his face for several moments, but he soon cracks and grins at his dear sister. Reaching into his pocket, he produces thin wires meant for bondage purposes; handing it off to Betsy, they walk over to wear Marf and Lycana are still tangled up in each other, seeing stars. Pulling them apart, Shawn keeps Marf from getting to his feet while Betsy makes merciless work of tying the flesh-cutting wires into Lycana’s wrists and ankles before pulling her up to her knees by her hair. Satisfied, she rinses and repeats this process with Marf; before too long, both Dissentients are bound by skin-biting wire and positioned on their knees as though facing execution. Looking into the camera, Betsy points at the fallen pair.


Betsy Granger: Where are you now to rescue your sheep, Baph? Are you not lurking in the shadows, anticipating such actions from someone such as myself? You’ve seen me in your dreams; I should have thought that would have given you some insight as to where my head is at. I’ve had enough with all your Hydra-like ideals and parasite-planting brain-washing nonsense. You’ve attempted to taint my mind with your darkness and misguided gospel; I’ve seen through the shadows of your lies and the light of the truth has kept me from falling into your hands. My punishment for this has been constant and always twisting in new, unexpected, and often painful directions, but you’ve made one fatal mistake Baph: You kept sending the same ones after me. Or perhaps they kept volunteering; no matter the reason, the same two of your flock have come for me, over and over, without stop, tirelessly carrying out your marching orders. And in my attempt to handle business on my own, I’ve met their challenges like a warrior, never backing down. You yourself wrapped your filthy hands around my delicate neck and attempted to squeeze the life out of me as you looked me in the eye. How disappointed you must have been when the light never left these pretty greens.


Stepping up behind Lycana and Marf, Betsy reaches into the inner pocket of her jacket; from within, she produces another thick-tipped Sharpie, only red this time around. Her eyes narrow as she waves it into the crowd.


Betsy Granger: I decided to take a page out of your book tonight Baph; I went around and ‘branded’ those I would consider my strongest allies, thus far at least, against the likes of you and BoB. Unlike you, I didn’t need to use scare tactics and fire to make my mark; all were confused, but as promised, all is going to be explained. The marks themselves weren’t meant to serve as an actual symbol, it was just a lighthearted way to take a jab at how stupid your methods are. You see Baph, when I mark my allies, I give them the option to wipe away my mark and move on. No cries of blasphemy, no calls for a hanging; may they go in peace and do as they will. If I did draw that star on you, congratulations; you’ve got me in your corner whether you like it or not. From here on in, while this battle war rages through the XWF, those who have been marked by my Sharpie will have my support and friendship for as long as they want it. I will have your back, no matter how dire the situation, and together, I know that we’ll get a handle on the outpouring of darkness that’s threatening to consume us all. Do you see it yet Baph? Your symbol is only that; a weak signal to the equally weak-minded, something for those who can’t think for themselves to follow. I’ve chosen to stop allowing myself to put any more power into yours. So tonight, here and now, I’m putting the Left Hand on official notice. Starting with the fact that your numbers games are officially useless. I’ve seen the ‘talent’ you recruit thought-out the industry; it speaks volumes when the Sheep you keep in the XWF is the cream of that crop. And look at where your two most devout find themselves now!


Betsy grabs a handful of Lycana’s hair and yanks on it painfully; the other hisses, but grins despite the pain. Noticing this, Warstein cracks her across the jaw, causing it to snap loudly. Lycana only laughs as she spits the blood out of her mouth, but Marf snaps and struggles against his restraints. James is all too happy to slam his head against the car next to him; both members of the Left Hand fall back into the place, sulking and silent. Betsy reaches out a finger and draws it along the trail of blood coming from Lycana’s busted lip; with a smile, she draws it down her left cheek slowly. Warstein smirks and raises his left hand in a mocking salute to his dear sister. Grinning back at him, she looks back towards the camera.


Betsy Granger: Where are you now to rescue your followers, Baph? What great plans do you have in store for these two, your prized students? You’ve sent them for me time and time again and they have done your bidding, unquestionably. They’ve ripped me apart physically while you played with my mind, and all of you stripped me of everything that had made me vulnerable before… just as you planned. Such a clever title puppet master, are you? Too bad you tried that shit on someone cleverer than you. That was always your greatest mistake in all of this; you were so consumed with fluffing your number of vapid followers, you overlooked the importance of their qualities. You allowed whatever strays who happened to wander your way to have a place in your flock and you’re about to discover why that was the most fatal error you could have made. When I choose my people, I look for those with the will of a warrior... For those whose souls sing to me a familiar tune; songs of passion and courage. It’s taken me some time, but I’ve proven once again that time and patience are a girl's best friend. What happens when you put Alias and The Impossible Traveler in the same room? You get two powerful, angry people, starving for Cult Cuisine. How do you prepare for unexpected alliances in the face of adversity; oh Baph, you whacky little kook, did you really believe the fight for the soul of the XWF was going to be THAT simple? I believe the universe has put me exactly where I need to be at exactly the right time... And here I am, you son of a bitch. Here WE are.


James and Shawn flank Betsy on either side, quietly allowing her the moment. Both of them exchange occasional glances of surprise, neither ever having seen her quite this fired up. She pauses for a moment longer, smiling down on Marf and Lycana, both of whom look ready to kill. During her speech, Shawn had stuck duct tape over their mouths when they’d started getting loud again. Both were a sorry sight at this point; looking back to the camera with a gleam in her eye, Betsy continues to smile.


Betsy Granger: I want you to take in this moment and remember every single detail. Burn this scene into your memory as you would burn your brand into the hands of the innocent. Take in every expression, every sharp inhale, every syllable that falls from our lips, and never forget this night; for this is only the beginning. Remember my face, the way I say every word. This is what happens when a good woman is pushed to war... This is what happens when you’ve made an agent of chaos who fights for a better universe desperate enough to act outside her comfort zone. I’m not like you, Baph... I won’t force anyone to raise their hands or kneel before me under the threat of death... I don’t seek out battle, I have no desire to have anyone’s blood on my hands. But you and your minions of Doom have forced my hand… and I know when it’s time to go for the kill.


Without another word, she uses her thumb to pop the cap off the red Sharpie; the smile turns to a sneer, and with a well-practiced sweep of her wrist, she’s drawn a clean, precise line over the throats of Lycana and Marf. Letting the sharpie drop from her fingers, she grabs each of them by their heads and knocks them together viciously. There’s a loud crack/thud sound as their skulls meet and both Left Hand members drop to the ground. She looks at Shawn and grins up at him; in turn, Shawn looks prouder of Betsy than he’d ever done up to now. James approaches and wraps an arm around her shoulders.


As they turn to leave, Betsy spots the discarded gas can and blowtorch, long forgotten during the altercation. Tapping Warstein on the arm to stop him, she leans up to whisper to both guys; the smiles that cross their faces as they turn towards Marf and Lycana are full of joyful malice. After drawing out the Dissentients a bit further away from the vehicles, Betsy and James tie the two of them together back-to-back as Shawn creates a circle around them using the gas. Once the two are finished their work, they step back and Shawn follows, creating a thin trail of gasoline far enough away to avoid any ignited flames. James hands the blowtorch over to Betsy who smiles down on it as though he’d handed her a newborn. Lifting it high in the air over her head, her next words echo loudly through the parking garage, adding weight behind their already heavy conviction.


Betsy Granger: This is for those who have suffered under the Left Hand’s oppressive presence; indeed, to those who chose to take a stand against you and suffered for it. To the brave few who managed to free themselves of the hellfire grip of the Baphomet; who’s hearts and souls were cleared of the convoluted gospel of a false idol. Anyone who would see this evil put down once and for all; join me in this journey. The battle may be won for the night, but the war won’t end until the Left Hand has had its final head removed. But for now...


Betsy fires up the blowtorch and gazes into the flame exploding out of it.


Betsy Granger: This will make for an excellent start.


Touching the tip of the flames to the trail of gasoline, Legacy watches as the trail ignites and makes its way with impossible speed to the circle. Marf and Lycana both begin screaming as the flames span the circle, trapping them within it. Betsy, James, and Shawn watch as the flames grow high enough to engulf their screaming victims. The camera pans around, showing that the flames aren’t quite close enough to touch the Dissentients, but one wrong move could prove disastrous. As the flames grow higher still, the last thing the fans see are the smug smiles on the faces of Legacy as the screams of Lycana and Marf echo through the parking garage. Betsy’s green eyes are glowing like liquid emeralds when the Xtremetron goes black.

---

” The following contest is a NO HOLDS BARED match scheduled for one fall to a finish, and is for the XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP!


Over 80,000 strong erupt into a MASSIVE ovation when suddenly the lights go dark.



































A spotlight hits the top of the ramp to reveal Meredith Bell standing to the right of the main entry point with a choir behind her.











The crowd sings along with her as she performs until complete….









The lights go dark a second time….

















































The clock strikes zero.


A single spotlight hits the top of the ramp to reveal the XWF Universal Champion standing with his title strapped around his waist, wearing a black leather jacket with spikes in various spots and a Robert Main handkerchief tied around his neck to the loudest reaction of the night.


”Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… He is the XWF Universal Champion, “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE!


HHL: Tonight he has come to Las Vegas to vindicate his name once and for all, and he is doing this tonight for Robert Main. Rest in Peace Omega!


Chris soaks in the reception from the SOLD OUT Las Vegas crowd as he stands at the top of the ramp under the single spotlight. Pyro begins to fire off above the X-Tron garnering a louder reception from the crowd as Chris starts to make the walk towards the ring.







Pip: With all the mind games that have been played by “Anarchy” coupled with the death of Robert Main, do you think CCP is mentally prepared for what he is about to go through?


HHL: I have known Chris for over a decade so I have seen a lot of ups and downs. I have never seen him get attached to someone like he did with Robert. I guess Chris Page is the only man that can answer that question.”


Chris reaches ringside but instead of climbing up to the ring apron he comes around the left side of the ring where in the front row we have Robert Main’s mother,



Father




and sister



Chris hugs the neck of Robert’s mother before hugging Dewy and then finally Kayla.


Pip: You have to really wonder what is going to the minds of Mr. and Mrs. Main as well as Kayla. Robert’s immediate family in attendance tonight to show support for Chris Page, even they are aware of all the allegations that have been made.


Chris turns back towards the ring as the Main family applauds him. He walks over to the steel steps where he walks up the ring to the ring apron, he stops, raises his head before looking all over the sold out stadium before stepping through the ropes and entering the ring. Chris removes his jacket and drops it down on the ring apron before unstrapping his Universal Championship where he raises it up in the air for all to see which invites more pyro to go off over the ring itself.


HHL: We got Fireworks going off above the ring, but in just a matter of minutes we are going to have fireworks going off between those ropes. No Disqualifications, No Count-Out, No Holds Barred!


The music fades away leaving Chris passing off the Universal Title over to the referee in charge as he now starts to pace back and forth across the center of the ring with his eyes fixated towards the top of the ramp where awaits the arrival of his opponent.



The arena goes dark....




The XWF tron comes to life with the familiar symbol of the man claiming to know the truth. Chris Page's truth...















CHRIS PAGE...








I GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO COME CLEAN...













TO THE FANS....

























TO YOUR FRIENDS....

























TO EVERYONE....




























BUT YOU DIDN'T TAKE IT...














YOU'RE A COWARD...



















AND A FRAUD....
















AND NOW THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW!!!

The XWF tron goes dark for a brief moment before firing back up and we see the same clip from before of Chris Page talking with Thunder Knuckles except this time the video keeps playing long enough to see Chris Page pull out a briefcase which he then opens to reveal that it is filled with Xbux. Thunder Knuckles nods with approval as Page closes the briefcase and hands it over to Thunder Knuckles. The video fast forwards a few minutes and then stops just in time to see a head on view of Robert Main walking through the hallway of the Pier Luigi Penzo Stadium. The video continues as Main makes his way towards the guerilla position as the Chaos v Duke is shown on various TV's throughout the hallway. Out of no where a loud thud can be heard followed by Robert Main falling forward to the floor unconscious. Standing behind him with a bat in his hands is Thunder Knuckles. TK stands over Main's motionless body for a few seconds until the video abruptly pauses and then zooms in... But not to the downed Robert Main or even his attacker Thunder Knuckles. No the video zooms in to a face down the hallway peering out from around the corner with a grin on his face...

We return to the live shot as the crowd is on fire because unknown to Chris Page there is a figure standing in the ring behind him under a mask!

” BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!

Chris slowly turns around where he sees the masked figure standing across the ring from him. The figure removes the mask revealing….

Match 18 UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH "Anarchy" - vs - "Chronic" Chris Page © No Holds Barred Universal Title RP Rules

HHL: DREW ARCHYLE!


The crowd goes bananas as Chris Page looks like he has seen a ghost! He holds out both hands in an attempt to try calm things down

” This is a HUGE misunderstanding! My hands are clean!

Pip: Drew Archyle has not been seen since 2019! Chris Page put him on the shelf!


HHL: He teamed with Robert as apart of A-Pex, he has been one of Robert’s closest friends in the business, and tonight he has just exposed Chris Page!


” You know I did not do this!”


The crowd is on fire as Drew stares across at Page who steps closer extending his right hand out towards Archyle. Drew looks down at his hand then back up at Page, gives a sly smirk before slapping his hand out of the way and they start an exchange of right hands!


DING… DING… DING…
















Drew sends Page across the ring, Page bounces off the ropes and into a double leg takedown from Archyle who takes a mount position on Page before hammering down with right hands to the face with intent behind each blow!

The crowd roars loudly cheering him on with each strike!

Drew leans down biting the forehead of Chris Page to a massive ovation!

Drew pops back up to his feet, and as he does Chris Page rolls out to the floor under the bottom rope. Drew rolls out behind him where he comes up behind Page where he spins him around and plants a boot to the midsection before taking Page face first off a ring post!


HHL: I do not believe what I am seeing! Drew Archyle has shown up in Las Vegas, Nevada tonight to kick Chris Page’s ass!

Pip: But for what? How do we know that this is even legit!?!?!


Drew keeps a hold of the hair of Page as he yanks him towards the security barrier before throwing him over the barrier and into the front row! The crowd continues to be on fire as Drew waits for Page to pull himself up on the other side of the barrier where he decks him with a straight right hand to the jaw!

Page staggers towards the end of the first row as Drew climbs over the barrier behind Page! Drew comes up behind Page as he snatches cup of beer from a fan. He takes a gulp from the plastic cup before turning Page around blasting him in the face with the cup of beer sending beer flying!


Pip: PARTY FOUL!


The crowd roars as Drew comes out of the front row where he boots Page in the midsection before snapping off a suplex on the turf of the football field! Drew gets back to his feet where he gazes out across the stadium to a massive “ARCH-YLE! ARCH-YLE! ARCH-YLE!” chant from all over the stadium! Drew walks away from the ring where he tosses a member of security snatching his chair.

Page is shown rolling over pushing himself up off the turf. He reaches one knee and then gets back to his feet where Drew jabs him in the gut with the rounded side of the chair! Page doubles over exposing his back for Archyle to crack the chair across that echoes like a gunshot going off! Page drops to one knee before stepping back up as we see Drew swing the chair at Page who manages to duck the shot!

Page thumbs Drew in the eye causing him to drop the chair! Page lands a cheap right hand to the jaw before taking Drew by the head and up towards a down aisle that leads into the lower bowl of the stadium. Page smashes Drew face first into the concrete walling by the staircase. He gouges the right eye of Archyle!


Pip: I did not expect all of this!

HHL: I do not think anyone did! Regardless of what the hell is going on what I do know is that all hell is breaking loose in Las Vegas between CCP and Drew Archyle.


A fan comes up behind Page clubbing him across the back with a walking cane! Page turns around as security rushes forward towards him but it is too late as Page slaps the shit out of him! Security rushes around the fan taking him out of the area!


HHL: You have to understand this is the hometown of Robert Main; the very Robert Main Chris Page has advocated for might be acting irrational after what they saw.


Chris turns back around to see eat a boot to the midsection from Drew! Archyle picks up a plastic garbage can before smashing it into the face of Page! Drew tosses the trash can to the ground before snatching Page by the hair where he yanks him up into the lower bowl of the Stadium!

The crowd is rocking in Las Vegas as Drew drags Page by the hair up the staircase towards the concourse level of the stadium.


Pip: Is Las Vegas going to be able to contain these two?

HHL: Pip there is absolutely not telling but right now this has been just about all Drew Archyle!


They reach the top of the stairs as Drew decks Page with a stiff right hand sending him through a black curtain spilling into the concourse of the stadium. Drew walks through the curtain where he is sprayed in the face with a Fire Extinguisher by Chris Page! Chris takes the Fire Extinguisher and drives it into the skull of Archyle knocking Drew down to the concrete floor. Chris drops the extinguisher on the ground. A sea of security flood around Page and Archyle to separate the fans from the action as Page measures Drew and as Drew pushes himself up to all fours Page comes forward punt kicking him in the ribs.

Chris reaches down yanking Drew up by the head where he takes Drew across the concourse level towards a merchandise stand which as a t-shirt rack behind a couple of black skirted tables. Page drives Drew face first off one of the tables! Chris comes around the tables snatching a Robert Main t-shirt from the rack. Page blows his nose with the shirt before wiping his ass with it drawing loud boos from the crowd before coming back around the table where he wraps the shirt around the neck of Drew and starts choking him out with it!

Drew’s face starts to turn a shade of red before he mule kicks Page in the groin causing Page to release the shirt and drop to one knee to a roar from the crowd gathered around them. Drew removes the shirt from around his neck and tosses it to the ground before taking Page where he snatches him up by the hair before positioning him for a Powerbomb! Drew hoists Page up in the air before driving him through one of the black skirted merchandise tables with a Jackknife Powerbomb!


Pip: Drew Archyle has come to March Madness to kick Chris Page’s ass all over Las Vegas!

HHL: I am still not convinced that CCP is behind all of this, but to see Drew here tonight taking a fight to the Universal Champion is unbelievable.


Drew looks down at Page who lies in the ruble of the broken table. Drew picks up half of the table where he takes several steps backwards measuring Page who slowly starts to stir as he rolls over and begins pushing himself up to one knee before standing back to a vertical base. Drew charges forward blasting Page in the skull with half of the broken table knocking Chris back down to the concrete floor as the crowd roars loudly for Archyle both on the concourse and inside the stadium.

Drew tosses the piece of broken table down as he then reaches down picking Page up off the concrete floor where he sends him smashing face and body shirt into the t-shirt stand knocking it over in the process. Chris bounces off the t-shirt rack and starts staggering down the concourse towards a Dip ‘N Dots stand with Drew following close behind where he snatches Page by the hair and back of his tights where he hurls him into the side of the Dip ‘N Dots stands where Page sends it smashing against a wall with the force he is thrown into by Archyle.


HHL: Not the Dip ‘N Dots!!

Pip: They’re not safe anywhere!!


Drew stomps down on Page’s body before picking him back up off the floor! Drew takes Page, crowd still being held at bay by a massive security force, he takes him towards a Men’s room! Drew tries to bounce Page head first off the wall beside the Men’s room, Page blocks and counters by smashing Archyle head first into the wall!

Page spins Drew around where he locks on to a front waist lock where he delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex causing Drew’s body to splat against the concrete floor!

Page lies on the concrete floor for several seconds before he starts to stir and work his way back to his feet. Chris picks Drew up off the floor before throwing him through the door of the Men’s room! Page follows behind where he kicks Drew in the ribs before nailing him with a hard right hand to the jaw. Chris takes Drew by the head and he comes around the corner of a concrete wall towards a sink that has a mirror on the wall above it.

Page shatters the mirror with Drew’s face busting him wide open in the process. Drew crumbles to the floor as toilets are heard flushing followed by doors opening and patrons quickly running out past the two men.


” I DIDN’T DO THIS!


Chris stomps down on the bloody forehead of Archyle. Chris reaches down picking Drew up off the floor before bringing him back around the very corner they entered back out into the concourse. More fans have gathered around bringing more security and cops to the scene. Chris lands a European Uppercut knocking Archyle down to the concrete floor as he has a path cleared.

Pip: Chris Page is trying to get the hell out of dodge!


Drew slowly starts to stir as Page disappears around the corner of the concourse. We see Drew getting back to his feet where he gives chase in the direction Page has disappeared in. The crowd surrounding Drew gets larger as he comes around the corner of the concourse where other fans are pointing inside a luxury box!


HHL: Page has been outed by the fans!


Drew stands outside of the door that several fans are pointing at before swinging the door open and entering the luxury suite where he runs right into a right hand from Page! The two begin a heated exchange of right hands as they each latch on to the other with one hand while throwing hands with their free hand! Page gets the better of this exchange as he drives a knee into the midsection of Drew before sending him face first off the wall of luxury box.

Page snatches a steel folding chair where he waits for Drew to turn around and plants him with a jabbing shot to the ribs followed by cracking Archyle across the back which drops him to the red carpeted floor of the luxury suite. Chris looks out the glass mirror which is at the top of the lower bowl of the stadium.


Pip: It looks like Page finally has been able to tame the rage that is exploding from Drew Archyle.


HHL: For now perhaps, but Pip I have never seen such passion from Drew before, and for his sake he better hope his accusations hold weight..


Chris turns his attention back towards Drew who is pulling himself back up to his feet. Page, chair still in hand sizes up Archyle and as Drew stands to a vertical base he turns around towards Page who comes forwards swing the chair at Drew’s head! Drew ducks out of the way to a roar from the crowd where he drives a boot into the midsection of Page doubling the Universal Champion over! Drew locks a double arm before looking back a small glass coffee table!





























A massive “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” chant erupts throughout Las Vegas


HHL: OH MY GOD!

Pip: This is a war!! And wars have causalities!


Drew and Page lay in the midst of shattered glass with a close up of Page who has been busted wide open! Drew begins to stir as the crowd continues its “HOLY SHIT” chant which breaks out into a thunderous ovation as he Archlye stands back to his feet inside the luxury box. Drew’s eyes fixate on the large glass window that separates the luxury box from the back row on the lower bowl of the Stadium.

Drew reaches down snatching a bloody Chris Page up off the carpeted floor and takes him by the hair and back of his tights before running him towards the glass window where he HURLS PAGE THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW!!


HHL: HOLY SHIT!


The glass shatters as Page is sent sailing through it into the back two rows that have been emptied by security!


Pip: Chris Page is in a very, very bad way!


The massive crowd roars for Drew as he steps up into the window frame before dropping down into the back row! Drew steps over the second from back row to the concrete where Page is crawling towards the aisle, bleeding like a stuffed pig from several areas of his forehead. Drew seemingly stalks Page where he waits for him to crawl to the end of the row. Drew comes forward stomping down on the back of Page kicking him down into the concrete! Drew reaches down picking the bloody Universal Champion up off the concrete where he starts to bring him down the stairs towards the field.


HHL: This is not about titles for Drew! He is avenging the life of his best friend in his and Robert Main’s hometown from a man he has accused of being behind it.


Drew reaches the field where he brings Page back through the ringside fans towards the ring barrier; he throws Page over the barrier and back to ringside. Drew climbs over the security railing and back to ringside. Drew heads to the time keeper where he snatches Chris’s Universal Championship. He sizes up the bloody Champion who is pushing himself up out of a pool of his own blood.

Chris reaches his feet where he turns towards Drew only to see Archyle blast Page in the skull with his Universal Championship dropping him where he stands!

Drew slides Page’s title into the ring before he reaches down picking him up off the floor. Drew hurls Page into the ring under the bottom rope before sliding into the ring under the bottom ropes.


Pip: I’ll be damned they actually made it to the ring!


The blood continues to flow down the face of Page as he starts to push himself up off the mat. Drew measures the Universal Champion with the Universal Title in his hands. Chris reaches one knee before stepping up to his feet. Drew charges towards Page swinging for his face for a second time! Page duck the shot which sends Drew bouncing off the near side and into desperation Code Breaker from Page!

Both Champion and Challenger lay on the mat with the Universal Title still in the ring. There is absolutely nothing the referee can do but look on from a neutral corner. Chris starts crawling towards a neutral corner where he positions his back against the middle buckle as he sits in the corner and starts waving towards the ramp way.


HHL: What is Page doing?”

Pip: He is calling for something…”


The crowd suddenly erupts with massive boos as MONEY OSWALD leads, HERSHALL KISS and OSIRA THEMIS down to the ring.


HHL: MEMBERS OF BoB!!


The three members of BoB hit the ring and immediately start mauling Drew Archyle with stomps and kicks to his body. Hershall reaches down picking Drew up off the mat where he creams him with a forearm to the jaw rocking Drew back into Oswald who spins him around and runs him over with a clothesline knocking him back down to the mat.

Chris Page sits in the neutral corner, bloody and laughing at the beating that is unfolding on Drew Archyle!






























Pip: Wait just a minute!!!


The Las Vegas crowd erupts as TERRY BORDEN and CLINT FATWOOD emerges out to the top of the ramp as their eyes immediately lock on OSWALD and HERSHALL!! Ozzy dispatches Big Puddin’ out to the floor while Osira and Ozzy continue to work over Drew with stomps to the body. Terry Borden and Clint Fatwood charges towards the ring where he ducks a clothesline from Puddin’ while Fatwood lands a Bionic Elbow rocking Hershall! Fatwood with a second and then a third

Chris Page starts to work his way back to his feet as he dispatches Ozzy to the floor while he calls for Osira to pick up Drew.


HHL: CHRIS PAGE IS DIRECTING TRAFFIC FOR BOB!


Ozzy rolls out to the floor where he swings at Borden who blocks and counters with a right hand before being joined by Fatwood as the two legends start unloading on Ozzy!. In the ring Osira picks up Drew where he holds him by both arms. Chris picks up the Universal Title. The crowd roars with massive boos as some trash starts to be hurled towards the ring from all over the Stadium. Chris flips Drew off before coming out of the corner where he looks to blast Drew in the face with the Universal Title!

Drew ducks and Page decks Osira in the face with the Universal Title to a roar from the crowd!

Out on the floor Ozzy and Borden are fighting through the crowd followed by Fatwood and Hershall Kiss while in the ring Chris Page catches Drew with a boot to the midsection where he looks to deliver the Page Plant! Drew counts with a back body drop!


HHL: All hell is breaking loose in Las Vegas!


The crowd roars with louder boos as THUNDER KNUCKLES, MISS FURY and BOBBY BOURBON hit the ring!


Pip: Them No Good Bastards and Miss Furry!


Bourbon is the first to strike as Drew turns around and eats a boot to the midsection! Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles deliver the RAINBOW LASER DEATH SEQUENCE to Archyle!


HHL: It was all a hoax!


Chris Page is using the ropes to get back to his feet as the Las Vegas crowd roars with massive boos directed at Chris Page that only grow louder as CHRIS PAGE and THUNDER KNUCKLES HUG IT OUT in the center of the ring! More trash is hurled towards the squared circle as Page and Thunder Knuckles release their manhug. Chris turns his attention towards Bobby Bourbon as they shake hands before finally shifting his attention towards Miss Fury…Chris walks right up to Fury planting a kiss square on her lips! The crowd roars with louder and louder boos as the rouse has finally come full circle.


Pip: Checkmate.


Suddenly the crowd roars as Dewy Main jumps the ringside barrier!


HHL: MR. MAIN HAS JUMPED THE BARRIER!


Bobby and Thunder Knuckles hold Drew in place as Chris and Miss Fury eye down Dewy Main as he climbs up on the ring apron before stepping into the ring! Miss Fury looks to lunge forward only to be drawn back by Chris Page. The Las Vegas crowd gets louder and louder as Dewy Main and Chris Page have locked eyes.

Chris holds up both hands as he spouts out.


” I can explain…


Suddenly Chris sucker punches Dewy Main in the face! The Las Vegas crowd erupts with massive boos as Miss Fury comes up kicking Mr. Main in the groin which drops him to his knees! Kayla Main watches on in horror as Chris Page comes forward kicking Dewy Main in the face knocking him backwards to the mat. Page turns his attention towards Them No Good bastards who feed Drew to Page who delivers a Judas Effect elbow strike that rocks Drew backwards several feet only to have Page drive a boot to the midsection before delivering the PAGE PLANT to Drew Archyle. Chris rolls Drew over making the cover while hooking the near leg.


1!!















2!!















3!!

WINNER AND STILL XWF UNIVERSAL CHAMPION: “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE

HHL: This is a complete miscarriage of justice if there ever was.








Miss Furry instructs Thunder Knuckles who picks up Dewy Main and locks in the XBUX DREAM! Chris Page and Bobby Bourbon start stomping away at Archyle. Miss Fury cuts her eyes towards Kayla and Miss Main daring them to try and intervene.




DING… DING… DING….


Thunder Knuckles shoves Dewy towards Page who boots him in the midsection before delivering a thunderous Page Plant!


HHL: Somebody has to stop this!


Bobby picks up a bloody Drew up off the mat where he and Thunder Knuckles hold Archyle by both arms. Chris Page walks up paintbrush slapping Drew across the face.


” Now we play a game mother fucker!


Chris steps to the side allowing Miss Fury to slap the taste out of Drew’s mouth followed by a stiff right hand from Chris Page!


Pip: Come on now! Enough is enough, you have proved your point that you are the biggest dick on the roster.


Page snatches Drew by the jaw with his right hand has he talks some trash to Archyle
































The crowd erupts as ANDRE DIXON is shown sprinting down towards the ring!


HHL: Andre Dixon has seen enough!

Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon toss Drew to one knee as BoB stands on side of the ring as Dixon helps Drew up to his feet as they stare off with all the members of BoB including Chris Page taking the lead as he points over at Dixon before they go nose to nose in the center of the ring.

Suddenly Dixon turns around and plants Drew with a DEADLY FORCE spinbuster!

The crowd erupts with boos as Andre stands over Drew Archyle before turning around with a smirk on his face as he and Chris Page hug it out in the center of the ring!! Thunder Knuckles, Miss Fury, Bobby Bourbon and the rest of BoB welcome Andre Dixon into their family.


HHL: I knew it was not by chance Andre Dixon showed up in the XWF! There is a lot of history between Dixon and Chris Page dating back ten years! Tonight Andre just showed his true colors just like that bastard he is associating with!


Chris calls for a microphone. Barney grabs the microphone from the ring announcer before handing it over to YOUR reigning Universal Champion “Chronic” Chris Page who stands center ring with his army behind him and Drew Archyle laid out to his left.


”Now that the cat is out of the bag I guess we do not have a choice but to openly and publicly admit that WE cracked Robert Main’s skull! WE killed that bastard because HE refused to understand that his time has come… and his time has gone. All of you sheep are deluded enough to think that your hometown hero gave a flying fuck about you…”

Chris points towards the top of the ramp as he continues.

”You think he gives a shit about anyone behind that curtain? Think again! The only thing Robert Main cared about WAS Robert Main.”

Chris lowers his left hand before turning his attention towards a fallen Dewy Main who is now starting to stir on the mat. Chris kneels down as Dewey’s head comes up.

” Your son died because your son was fucking weak!

Chris comes forward kicking Dewey in the face with the sole of his right boot. Chris turns his attention towards Drew Archyle.

”You thought you would show up and avenge the loss of your dear old pal? How did that work out for you?”

Chris stands back up before looking at all the members of BoB while walking over and wrapping his left arm around the waist of Miss Fury.

”Get him!”

Thunder Knuckles and Bobby Bourbon pick Archyle up off the mat before Bobby delivers a Bourbon Bomb into a Backstabber by Thunder Knuckles! Miss Fury steps out to the ring apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles.


DING.. DING.. DING..

Page calls out for Andre who sees Chris pointing at Dewy Main. Andre picks him up off the mat where he picks him up and drives him down into the mat with a Deadly Force Spinbuster!


HHL: This has gone way too far!


Miss Fury comes off the top rope with a Senton Bomb crashing down on to the ribs of and sternum of Archyle!

Chris Page takes a mount position on Dewey Main and starts unloading with piston like right hands to his face as Andre and Thunder Knuckles stomp away at his body while Bourbon and Miss Fury double up on a fallen Archyle.


DING… DING… DING…


Pip: Nobody is coming to the aid of Archyle! This is a gang style mugging!


Thunder Knuckles makes his way over towards the ropes where he steps out to the ring apron before dropping down to the floor. In the ring Bobby has picked up Drew and is holding him by both arms as Dixon and Fury take turns with free shots to the face and body of Archyle.

Thunder Knuckles lifts up the ring apron before dropping down to one knee. He reaches under the ring where he pulls out…
















A BASEBALL BAT!



HHL: We need some help out here!


Thunder Knuckles climbs back up on the ring apron where he steps back through the ropes. Chris passes his title over to Miss Fury as Thunder Knuckles presents him with the baseball bat. Thunder Knuckles calls out for Bobby to hold Drew in place..

” You want to avenge Robert’s death? How about we put you six feet under just like we did to him!”

Chris hands Miss Fury the microphone as she rests the Universal Title on her shoulder. Chris takes a solid clinch on the handle of the baseball bat. He sizes Drew’s skull when suddenly the LIGHTS GO DARK…








































































The Las Vegas crowd EXPLODES upon the chords hitting the speakers!


HHL: No way!


As soon as the drums kick a spotlight hits the top of the ramp to reveal standing….

















































HHL: ROBERT MAIN IS ALIVE!


Pip: I do not believe what the hell I am witnessing!


HHL: ROBERT MAIN IS HERE! AND HE IS LOCKED EYES WITH CHRIS PAGE!



Robert Main stands at the top of the ramp with his eyes fixated on Chris Page who stands ready to crack Drew’s skull only he looks like he has seen a ghost! Robert starts to make the walk towards the ring!


Pip: Look at Page’s face! He doesn’t believe what he is seeing!

Chris turns towards all the members of BoB and shouts some sort of instructions. Bobby, Thunder Knuckles, Miss Fury and Andre Dixon exit the ring as we see Chris turn his attention back towards the entrance ramp as Robert Main is nearing ringside. Chris Page calls for Robert to “bring it”.

Robert, with sheer intensity in his eyes, as he climbs up on the ring apron looking across the ring at his former best friend.


HHL: These two are going to combust!

As Robert steps into the ring we see Chris drop down to the mat and roll out to the floor with the rest of BoB. Miss Fury hands Page the Universal Title. The crowd erupts with massive boos as Chris looks on from the floor as Robert is shown helping a bloody Drew Archyle to his feet, holding him up.

Drew, dazed and glossy eyed hugs Robert as we see Chris Page lead his army towards the foot of the entrance ramp…

Drew starts checking on Dewey Main as Robert’s undivided attention turns towards Chris Page who now has BoB halfway up the ramp as he holds up the Universal Championship. The Las Vegas crowd erupts as Robert points a finger at Chris Page before running his left thumb across his throat to a monster pop from his hometown.

The crowd roars as Chris Page starts walking back down the ramp towards the ringside area! Miss Fury, Thunder Knuckles, Bobby Bourbon and Andre Dixon all pull Page back as he and Robert continue to engage in a heated staredown.

March Madness 2021 fades to black.

---

JOIN US SUNDAY MAY 30TH....





























LIVE FROM THE INTERNATIONAL MOON BASE ON YOU GUESSED IT THE MOON...(yes it exists prove otherwise)






























FOR....

OOC: Big Thank You To The Following: Sarah Lacklan Marf RL Edgar Shawn Warstein Big D Demos Ned Kaye Mastermind Noah Jackson Lycana Jenny Myst Centurion Betsy Granger John Black Dean Rose Chris Page And all of you who RP'd. You ALL did a fantastic job.