JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back and up next, a very very special match. Liz Hathaway goes one on one.... with Space Mountain... WOOOO! That's right, you heard me correctly, Liz Hathaway makes her debut against a man who is no stranger to the ring. Also debuting tonight, the Nature Boy Ric Flair!”
| This is War begins to play. |
JOEY STYLES: “Liz Hathaway, a relative unknown with the chance of a lifetime right here in Dallas!”
JOEY STYLES: “I knew it! I knew he'd be hear, live and in the flesh! I'm seeing it with my own eyes and I still can't believe it!
“The roof has been blown off here in Dallas and its him! It the limousine ridin', jet flyin', wheelin' dealin', son of a gun! Ladies and gentlemen, it's the living legend, the incomparable 16 time Heavyweight Champion of the World! OH MY GOD! It's the Nature Boy himself, Ric fucking Flair!”
Ric Flair
- vs -
Liz Hathaway
Standard Rules
|
The bell rings and Ric Flair stands in the center of the ring. Fans all through the arena bow to Ric Flair and continue to go berserk. Flair basks in the glowing reflection of the Dallas crowd. The grizzled old veteran begins to tear up as only the Nature Boy does.
The crowd begins to settle as Ric disrobes and stands in his corner, ready to go. Liz stands in her corner, unsure of herself for the first time as she is about to compete against the Hall of Famer of all Hall of Famers, the Living Legend of all Living Legends, Ric by God, Flair!
Liz approaches the center of the ring as does Ric. Ric immediately drops to one knee and...
JOEY STYLES: “He's part of the XWF and active in the ring not even five minutes and he's proposing to Liz Hathaway! HHAHAHA! Classic!”
Liz feigns being excited and embarrassed just long enough to catch Ric off guard with an open hand slap to the face. Flair gets back to his feet and clutches his face and back pedals toward the corner. Liz closes in and delivers a knife-edge chop to the chest of Ric Flair.
CROWD: BOOOO!
Then a second.
CROWD: BOOOO!
Then a third.
CROWD: BOOOO!
Flair, with his chest beet red, jacks Liz one time in the jaw, stunning her. He then turns her around and places her in the corner. Flair follows it up with his famous chop.
CROWD: WOOOO!
Then a second.
CROWD: WOOOO!
Then a third.
CROWD: WOOOO!
Ric places Liz in a side headlock and brings her out of the corner. With his left fist, he punches Liz in the forehead and she hits her knees. Ric then proceeds to pound away on Liz's forehead before finally letting her go. Ric basks in the glow of the admiration of the Dallas crowd as Liz hits the mat.
Ric then goes to the outside and begins to climb to the top rope.
JOEY STYLES: “He's been wrestling for more than four decades and I have yet to see him pull off a successful high risk maneuver!”
Liz Hathaway gets to her feet just as Ric reaches the top rope. Liz grabs him and tosses him off the top rope and to the mat. She goes for a quick cover.
1...
2...
Flair kicks out.
Liz gets to her feet and lifts Flair back to his. She then lands a snap suplex on the 16 time champ. He gets back to his feet quickly but seems dazed. Liz takes him down with an arm drag. Flair back to his feet, still dazed.
SMACK!
Liz jacks him in the jaw with a super kick and he staggers backward into the corner! He bounces off the corner and then.................................... FACE PLANT! The crowd pops loudly for the patented face plant as Liz hooks the leg.
1...
2...
Kick out by the Nature Boy!
CROWD: “Let's go Ric! Let's go Ric!”
Liz is back to her feet with the Nature Boy still grounded. Liz goes to the top and leaps off, nailing a shooting star legdrop from the top rope onto Flair!
JOEY STYLES: “What a move from Liz Hathaway!”
She goes for the cover again.
1...
2...
Flair kicks out again!
JOEY STYLES: “The resilience from the ole veteran!”
Liz pounds the mat in frustration and argues a little with the referee. She returns her attention toward Flair who is still laid out on the mat. Liz lifts him to his feet and tosses him toward the corner. As Flair nears the corner he flips up the turnbuckles and then right back down to his feet and staggers backwards right back toward Liz.
She traps Ric in an inverted DDT position and here it comes!
JOEY STYLES: “Thank me later!”
She hits the inverted twist of fate... or does she?
JOEY STYLES: “The ole veteran with the quick thinking counter! On his way to the mat he reversed the twist of fate into a neckbreaker!”
Flair goes for the cover.
1...
2...
Liz kicks out!
Flair back to his feet. He bounces off the ropes and lands a knee drop to the forehead of Liz Hathaway!
CROWD: YOU STILL GOT IT! Clap Clap ClapClapClap
RIC FLAIR: “I never lost it! WOOOOOOOO!”
CROWD: WOOOOOO!
JOEY STYLES: “Ric Flair having a little fun with this capacity crowd!”
Flair lifts Liz to her feet and instantly drops to his knees and proceeds to give her a low blow. Which obviously has no effect. So he does it again, and again it has no effect. She almost smiles until Flair thumbs her right in the eye!
The referee admonishes Flair as he struts around the ring, bounces off the ropes, and knee drops the mat. He gets to his feet again and begins to clutch his chest and left arm. It looks as if he's having a lot of trouble breathing as well.
JOEY STYLES: “Oh God no!”
The referee checks on Ric and begins to call for medical attention by holding up the X sign.
JOEY STYLES: “I think.... I think Ric might be having a heart attack!”
Liz, actually looking concerned for Flair moves in to help when suddenly...
JOEY STYLES: “Small package!”
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: Ric Flair
+3 Points |
JOEY STYLES: “It was a trick! A dirty trick! And Liz Hathaway and everyone else fell for it!
“He definitely still does have it and we all just got duped by the dirtiest player in the game!”
Madness fades to commercial as Hathaway argues her case and Flair celebrates with the fans at ringside.
The cameras cut backstage to the Xtreme Champion, Rebel. He's in a dark part of the American Airlines Center and on the other side of some fencing. He is talking to someone, but that person can't be seen, although the camera is trying catch a glimpse. Whispers can be heard, but only what Rebel is saying can be made out.
REBEL: “Listen, I've got it under control. No one knows what is going on.”
He leans closer towards the person.
REBEL: “This will take everyone by surprise.”
The camera crew accidentally bumps the fence, and Rebel sees them.
REBEL: “For fucks sake, can I get some privacy?”
Rebel walks off into the darkness with the other person and the camera crew can't follow as Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness has resumed and we're ready to get back to the ring!”
| ”Conquistador” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Mr. Radio! One of the number one contenders to the Television title!”
| The Mamalukes WCW theme plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Vincent Altieri! He obviously struck some kind of deal with Paul Heyman a few weeks back and despite a loss to Hunter Payne, was placed into the television title match scheduled for next week!”
| ”Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Hunter Payne found himself involved in the big closer last week as Sebastian Duke sent a message to the King of the XWF! An official member of the Brotherhood along with his tag team partner for this week!”
| ”Hunt You Down” by Saliva plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Shawn Steele! The one man wrecking ball that has made minced meat of his competition thus far in his XWF career. Like Radio and Altieri, has the chance of a lifetime next week against Mr. Supernova!”
Mr. Radio & Vincent Altieri
- vs -
Hunter Payne & Shawn Steele
Standard Rules
|
Altieri and Steele step into the ring after short conversations with their tag partners. Locking up, Steele comes out on top, wrenching Altieri into a headlock. Altieri backs into the ropes and shoves Steele away. Steele bounces off the opposite ropes, and levels Altieri with a vicious clothesline!
Altieri is quick to his feet, only for Steele to knock him back down with another clothesline! Now wrapping Altieri up in a headlock, Steele backs into his corner, and Payne tags his back.
With Steele holding Altieri in place, Hunter runs up and hits a dropkick into Altieri’s chest. He falls to the mat and Payne covers.
1...
2...
Kick out from Altieri!
Payne pulls Altieri up, only to send him tumbling over with an armdrag into a simple armbar. He stretches Altieri to the brink, only for Altieri to manage some strength, rolling over Payne and into a pin!
1...
2...
Payne kicks out, sending Altieri rolling under the ropes and to the outside! Steele leaps from his position on the apron, but Altieri ducks his attempted clothesline and counters with a kick to the gut, followed by a DDT onto the hard floor below!
Inside the ring, Payne sees Altieri on the outside, and bounces off the opposite ropes. But Radio catches him with a knee to the back as he bounces off! Payne falls to one knee as Altieri rolls back into the ring, leaving Steele down on the outside.
As Altieri approaches, Payne gives him a punch to the gut, causing Altieri to double over. Payne lifts Altieri up and brings him down with a gutbuster! Payne covers.
1...
2...
Altieri kicks out!
Payne pulls the downed man away from his friendly corner, with Radio throwing insults toward Payne, who seems to take exception to these taunts, as he releases Altieri and marches up to Radio, who is still standing on the apron. As Radio distracts Payne, Altieri makes it to his feet and charges. As Payne turns around, he is met with a running big boot right in the face! Altieri, fatigued, tags in Radio.
Completely fresh to the match, Radio goes to town on Payne, rolling him into a seated position with a crisp snapmare, followed by a quick dropkick to the back of Payne’s head! As Payne rises to his feet, Radio hooks his arm over Payne’s head, and drops the Hispanic superstar to the mat with a DDT!
The pin by Radio!
1...
2...
Broken by Shawn Steele! He’s clobbered Radio upside the head! The ref shoves Steele away, trying to get him out of the ring. But with the ref’s back turned, Radio pounds Payne right in the balls! His signature low blow! Payne crumples to the mat, and Radio goes for the pin as the ref returns his attention to them!
1...
2...
Just shy of three! Payne kicks out!
Radio waits for the perfect moment as Payne gets up, and preps in position for a stunner! But Payne lifts him into a back-body suplex! What a reversal!
With both men down, they go crawling for their separate corners. Payne reaches Steele first, and tags him in! Steele quickly grabs Radio’s leg and drags him away from Altieri’s outstretched hand! But Altieri is having none of that, and charges into the ring anyway, looking to clothesline Steele, who ducks under Altieri’s arm. Altieri ends up hitting Payne across the ropes, and the two go sprawling out to the floor outside!
With their partners out, Steele and Radio are on their feet. They lock eyes in a cold glare, and run at each other. Radio with a superkick! Steele with a diving big boot! Both men’s feet connect with their targets! Feet meet faces! Both are knocked down!
Both men begin to crawl toward their respective corners. Inching closer. Altieri makes it back to the apron and reaches in as far as he can toward Radio. Hunter Payne is still on the floor with Steele reaching up for the tag to no one.
SMACK!
Radio tags Altieri!
Steele realizes his partner isn't there as he struggles to his feet and slumps against the corner. Here comes Vincent Altieri charging hard! BIG BOOT FROM STEELE!
Altieri is down! Steele lifts Altieri and plants him with the Steele Twister! He hooks the leg.
1...
Radio to the top rope.
2...
Radio leaps!
THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Steele rolls off of Altieri and Radio lands a guillotine legdrop on his own partner!
Steele gets back to his feet and clotheslines Radio over the top rope and to the floor! Steele then hooks Altieri's leg once more.
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: Shawn Steele & Hunter Payne
Steele: +3 Points
Payne: +2 Points |
JOEY STYLES: “That was one hell of a match and one hell of a victory for Payne and Steele! We have to take a break but when we come back, Tony Santos will go one on one with Tri Bute!”
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back! Right now, lets head to the ring!”
| ”Part of Your World” by Darren Criss plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “He might be the single oddest person I've ever witnessed. That's saying something because here in the XWF, we're loaded with oddities!”
| ”A Lesson Never Learned” by Asking Alexandria plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “Tony Santos! Another new member of the Brotherhood! Set for this big match against Tri Bute!”
Tri Bute
- vs -
Tony Santos
Standard Rules
|
Tri Bute almost immediately does a quick spin clothesline, but Santos ducks under it, wrenching Tri Bute’s arm back under his own back. After a bit of wriggling, Santos pushes Tri Bute forward, where he catches the ropes to recover. Santos does a little taunt for the crowd, and they are eating it up! Cheers everywhere for the showman!
But with Santos reveling in the crowd’s adoration, Tri Bute does a roll forward, rises to his feet, and jabs Santos right in the eye! Following up, Tri Bute grabs Santos and lifts him up and slams him down with a German suplex. When Santos goes to get up, Tri Bute gives him another! And finally, a third! Tri Bute goes for an early cover.
1...
Not even a two! Santos kicks out!
Still holding his injured eye, Santos stands up, only to be met with a kick to the abdomen by Tri Bute, who tosses Santos between his legs and lifts him up, intending to deliver a painful piledriver! But Santos uses the upward momentum to reverse it into a hurricanrana! Tri Bute goes flying across the ring, rolling out of the fall and into the corner.
As Tri Bute makes his way to his feet in the corner, Santos charges, and slams into him with a flying crossbody! Tri Bute bounces out of the corner, and Santos climbs to the top rope. With Tri Bute turning back to him, Santos leaps from the top turnbuckle! Another flying crossbody! Santos lands directly on Tri Bute for a pin!
1...
2...
Kick out from Tri Bute.
Santos wastes no time as he brings Tri Bute to his feet, only to hit the evolved man with an enzuigiri! With Tri Bute on the mat, Santos takes to the top turnbuckle again. He leaps and positions for a legdrop!
Tri Bute rolls out of the way! Santos lands violently upon his outstretched leg, and curls up to hold it, clearly in pain! Tri Bute is up, and he’s kicking the mat, pumping up the crowd! Time for a superkick! As Santos makes it to his feet, limping slightly, Tri Bute does a graceful roll forward, and lifts his leg up to kick! Santos dodges to the left, and he’s grabbed Tri Bute’s kicking leg!
Santos quickly sweeps Tri Bute’s standing leg, sending him to the mat! With Tri Bute’s leg still in hand, Santos locks in a Boston Crab! Tri Bute is a few feet from the ropes, but it looks like he’s hurting! With the option of the rope break absent, Tri Bute goes for a different tactic! He begins using his elbows to deliver strikes to Santos’s injured leg! After two or three elbows, Santos’s leg is hurting severely, and he’s forced to release the Boston Crab!
Both men are down, and the ref begins his count. Tri Bute makes it to his feet by 4, and Santos is up by 6. Having had two more seconds to recover, Tri Bute rolls toward Santos and smacks him in the mouth with a big boot! Falling to his knees, it seems Tri Bute might have also hurt himself with that big boot, having used his stretched leg. Nevertheless, he goes for the cover on Santos!
1...
2...
Santos kicks out!
JOEY STYLES: “Hey, hey! More eye torture!”
Tri Bute is getting frustrated, as he digs his fingers into Santos’s eyes from behind. The ref counts him on the hold!
1...
2...
3...
4...
Tri Bute lets go just milliseconds before he’d have been disqualified! Santos is yelling in agony and holding his eyes. But Tri Bute is not about to let him rest it out! He places a foot on Santos’s back and wrenches back on his head! Luckily, Santos is rather close to the edge of the ring and manages a rope break. Again, Tri Bute refuses to let go!
1...
2...
3...
4...
He finally lets up. Santos flops to the mat, exhausted, stretched, and eyes possibly bleeding. Tri Bute sees it’s about time to end this! He raises his hand high, fingers outsretched. The crowd erupts in a combination of cheers and boos – several thousand people on their feet!
JOEY STYLES: The Torrential Tri Bute! He’s going for the chokeslam!
When Santos finally makes it to his feet, he’s met with a hand on the throat! Santos yelps in fear, and Tri Bute raises him high! But with the upward momentum, Santos wraps his arm around Tri Bute’s head! As he brought down into the chokeslam, he simultaneously delivers a DDT!
Both men are down and writhing! Santos rolls over and makes the cover!
1...
2...
KICK OUT!
Santos can't believe it as both men begin to struggle to their feet. They make it up at almost the exact same time. Tri Bute takes a swing but its blacked by Santos and Tony sends a shot right to the jaw of Tri Bute. Santos tosses Tri Bute toward the ropes and bends over for an attempted back body drop.
On the rebound, Tri Bute counters with the rolling Piledriver on Santos! Tri Bute with the cover!
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: Tri Bute
+3 Points |
JOEY STYLES: “Tri Bute with the victory in a highly competitive match here on Madness! Madness Maniacs, when we return, its time for the main event!”
JOEY STYLES: “Madness Maniacs its main event time with your European champion, Luca Arzegotti defending against his handpicked challenger, LJ Havok!”
| ”The Campaign” by Affiance plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok! Without a doubt, headed to the ring with Cam Lang and Peter Gilmour, the newest member of the Extreme Revolution!”
| ”Words I Never Said” by Lupe Fiasco and Skylar Grey plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “And here comes the champion! Ready for his very first title defense! Of course, Heyman had to lay down the law and force Arzegotti to choose an opponent. Hey, its the Black Circle! What else would you expect!?”
MAIN EVENT
XWF European Championship
Luca Arzegotti
- vs -
LJ Havok
No Holds Barred
|
The referee signals for the bell and this title match is officially under way when suddenly...
Paul Heyman marches himself toward the ring in normal street attire and enters the ring with a mic in hand.
PAUL HEYMAN: “It has come to my attention, Mr. Havok, that you are in need of a major reality check! You see, I've seen your statistical prowess.... or lack thereof and it seems to me, Lee, that you lack real leadership in your life!”
Luca looks like he's taking a nap on the canvas. Paul looks over at Cam and Gilmour on the ring apron.
PAUL HEYMAN: “You two, get in here.”
Pete and Cam enter the ring.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Look how far you've come under the tutelage and the guidance of Troy Turner! I mean, losing every single chance you get!
“You started out great! Attacking at your own free will! Oh, how the mighty have fallen! I think its time you guys cut your losses. Go home, regroup and come back fresh and ready to start anew!”
LJ Havok begins to jaw at Heyman as Luca lays on the mat and finding all of this mildly entertaining.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Or...... or you could come under new.... management... Dubbing yourselves the Extreme Revolution was totally designed to get under my skin and I commend you for that. What troubles me though, is your inability to do anything impressive... So, I've made the executive decision to pull the plug on your little Revolution and...”
Luca is laughing uncontrollably now. Enjoying his boss effectively ending the Revolution right in front of him.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Reboot it.”
Luca stopped laughing and looks a little confused at what he just heard.
PAUL HEYMAN: “As of this moment, Extreme Revolution... I”m ordering you, to beat the holy hell out of my champion!”
They waste no time and the three members begin attacking Luca who was still lying on the mat. Paul stands back in the corner and smiles at whats unfolding. Cam Lang, Peter Gilmour and LJ Havok double and triple team the European champion.
Arzegotti is already a bloodied mess as the X-Tron lights up and a long double stretch black limousine screetches to a halt.
JOEY STYLES: “Its the Black Circle! They've arrived!”
Members of the Black Circle exit the limo and start running at full speed toward the arena. Heyman sees it on the X-Tron and points it out to the Revolution members. The Revolution gets ready for a brawl as the Circle (minus John Madison and Shane
) makes their entrance and begins to charge toward the ring.
PAUL HEYMAN: “NOW!”
SWAT police jump the railings blocking off the Black Circle from the ring, allowing the Extreme Revolution to continue to relentlessly beat down the defenseless European Champion. The Black Circle stops in their tracks, completely outgunned by the dozens of SWAT police officers.
Heyman finally restores a little order and asks politely for Peter Gilmour and Cam Lang to retreat to the arena floor.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Allow me to be the first to congratulate my hand-chosen European champion, LJ Havok on defeating Luca Arzegotti here tonight! And in order to ensure that victory, if its not already, I'll be officiating the remainder of this title match.”
He looks at the official.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Your services are no longer needed.”
Heyman begins to take off his shirt revealing an official XWF referee shirt! LJ Havok lifts the beaten and bloodied Luca Arzegotti. Havok then drives Luca to the mat with the Saving Grace! Havok hooks the leg and feigns a struggle. Heyman counts.
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: LJ Havok – New XWF European Champion
+5 Points |
Just as Heyman hands the title over to LJ Havok, the X-Tron lights up. Sly, Heymans personal assistant appears on screen.
PAUL HEYMAN: “No! Sly! Not now! Your boss and his Revolution are about to celebrate!”
SLY: “Well, the thing is, Mr. Heyman, I just received an emergency phone call from the Administrator Network... and...”
PAUL HEYMAN: “And? And what!?”
SLY: “Well, sir. They're not throwing out LJ Havoks victory. But they are ordering an immediate rematch!”
PAUL HEYMAN: “That's not possible!”
SLY: “Actually, they're re-starting the match and barring both the Extreme Revolution and the Black Circle from ringside. What's more, is that they've named Shane
himself as the enforcer. Meaning in an emergency situation he could also count pinfalls.”
Heyman looks like a cross between worried, confused and just pissed off as Shane
, eye patch and all, makes his way through the Circle, through the SWAT team and through the departing Extreme Revolution. He stands at ringside, completely expressionless.
Heyman stands in a completely bewildered manner and doesn't notice LJ Havok pinning Luca again. Havok jumps to his feet and slaps Heyman in the face, bringing him back to reality. Havok returns to pinning Luca. Heyman goes for the count.
1...
2...
KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!
The champion has some life left after all! Havok jumps to his feet and is completely beside himself that Heyman couldn't get to three even though he was counting faster than he should have been.
Havok reaches down and grabs Luca by his hair and lifts him to his knees. Havok slaps Luca in the face and Luca once again hits the mat. Havok begins to choke what life Luca has left right out of him.
seizes the opportunity to jack Havok in his jaw, forcing him to release the choke.
Havok charges toward the ropes like he's going to go after Shane
, but Heyman stops him and convinces him that he needs to beat Luca Arzegotti and not Shane
. Havok finally agrees and returns his attention to Arzegotti.
Havok lifts him to his knees and LUCA WITH THE LOW BLOW!
Havok hits his knees instantly and the two men are on equal footing for the first time in this match. Luca is too winded and too badly beaten to do anything about it though at this point. All he can do is struggle to his feet and fall back to the mat. Luca crawls to the corner as LJ gets back to a vertical base.
Luca is back up but slumped against the corner. LJ closes in on him but takes a kick to the midsection from Luca. Havok closes in again and receives another kick. Luca storms out of the corner and plants Havok with a thunderous DDT as
cheers on his stable mate from ringside! Luca staggers out of the corner and falls on top of Havok for the cover. Heyman hesitantly drops down to count.
1...
2...
Havok kicks out, with plenty of time due to the slow count. Luca mouths the words “Fuck you” to Heyman. Heyman slaps the taste out of Luca's mouth and Havok rolls him up from behind.
1...
2...
!
He just yanked Luca's arm causing the break up of LJ's pin! Heyman stands in the ring mother fucking Shane
and Shane does nothing but flip him off. Havok gets back to his feet and once again tries to go after
. More insistent this time, but still Heyman stops him.
Luca is back to his feet as he whips Havok around. GET AWAY DRIVER! Luca hooks the leg and again, hesitantly, Heyman goes for the count.
1...
2...
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
An enraged Luca Arzegotti jumps to his feet and grips Heyman by the throat and slams him into the corner. Luca begins yelling obscenities at him before nailing Heyman with the Heart of Stone! Heyman hits the mat after the vicious kick to the groin.
With Havok down and possibly out, Luca slowly scales the turnbuckles. He leaps into the air and lands a 450 “spalsh” onto LJ Havok! With Heyman momentarily out of commission,
makes the count from the apron.
1...
2...
HEYMAN! He just delivered a baseball slide-ish thing to
breaking up the count! Luca jumps to his feet. He is in Heymans face and Heyman begins to cower away from Luca. Heyman holds up his hands trying to get Luca to calm down as he backpedals toward the corner. Heyman is trapped in the corner now with Luca ready to strike.
Havok is back up and he runs across the ring, he spins Luca around but gets punched square in the jaw from Luca, laying him out instantly! Heyman! Low blow from behind!
Heyman escapes the corner as Havok makes it back to a vertical base. Havok charges after the stunned former champion and drives him to the mat with a spear! Havok gets back to his feet and lifts Arzegotti to his.
SAVING GRACE on Luca!
Havok hooks the leg!
1...
2...
!
just pulled Heyman out of the ring before he could hit the mat for the three count! With both Heyman and
on the arena floor,
knocks out Heyman with one quick punch and slides into the ring!
Havok is back to his feet and he stares at
. Havok grabs a fist full of Shane Carvers hair and twists him around and is getting ready to hit the Saving Grace on him.
JOHN MADISON!!!!!!!
He uses the cattle prod on Havok dropping him instantly! Havok struggles back to his feet and Madison whips out an aerosol can. On the can reads “PEPPER SPRAY.” John Madison begins dousing him in the face with the pepper spray! Two sprays puts LJ on the ground, but Madison continues to spray him anyway. He gets at least four more shots on LJ before he's finished!
Madison and
then help Luca Arzegotti to his feet. GET AWAY DRIVER on Havok! Luca falls on top of the champion!
goes for the count!
1...
2...
3!
| WINNER: Luca Arzegotti – New XWF European Champion |
JOEY STYLES: “Arzegotti just won the title back from Havok!”
Heyman is ranting and raving at ringside as he grabs a microphone.
PAUL HEYMAN: “No! No fucking way! Due to outside interference from Shane
and John Madison, I'm putting the title right back where it belongs! In the hands of the Extreme Revolution and LJ Havok!”
???: “No, Mr. Heyman. You're not!”
Everyone in and around the ring looks up at the X-Tron where Sly re-appears.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Sly, what the hell are you talking about!?”
SLY: “I just got off the phone with the Network again, and um... sir...”
PAUL HEYMAN: “Out with it! I'm in the middle of a ruling here!”
SLY: “Actually... um... I don't know how to says this... so... I'm just gonna tell you what they told me.... You've been suspended, Mr. Heyman.”
PAUL HEYMAN: “I've what?”
SLY: “You've been suspended which makes your title ruling null and void.”
Heyman is red-faced as Luca and the Black Circle celebrate.
SLY: “They've suspended you through next week and they've also named an interim General Manager.”
Heyman is beside himself and can't believe what he's hearing.
SLY: “Next week, the General Manager for Madness is none other than Mystica!”
JOEY STYLES: “What a bombshell! Heyman, at least for next week, is out! Mystica will run Madness!
“Maniacs, I'm Joey Styles and this has been MADNESS!”
Madness fades out!
FMS BONUS:
Make Me Laugh: Ric Flair +2
Blue Collar: Mr. Radio +2
Best Roleplay: Tri Bute +2
The Cliffhanger: Mr. Radio +2
Best Supporting Cast: Liz Hathaway +2
Hot Mic: Shawn Steele +2
The Paul Heyman Guy(s): Ric Flair +2, LJ Havok +2, John Austin +2 |
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