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February 2, 2015
Wells Fargo Center
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Shinedowns 'Sound of Madness' plays throughout the Wells Fargo Center as lime green pyro explodes. The fans are coming unglued as Monday Night Madness is finally on the air.
JOEY STYLES: “Electricity is in the air tonight!
“Anticipation is at an all-time high!
“The Wells Fargo Center is sold out!
“We're live in one of the greatest wrestling towns in all the world!
“It's Philadelphia!
“I'm Joey Styles, and this...
“THIS IS MADNESS!”
Joey concludes his greeting as the cameras settle in on him.
JOEY STYLES: “Once again, I am the one man commentary crew, Joey Styles!”
On the screen, still shots of Turning Point begin to display.
JOEY STYLES: “I'm the voice of Madness and tonight, we're hot off the heels of
Turning Point where Senator John Samuels, you know, the man made by Paul Heyman, successfully defeated Steve Davids to lay claim to the XWF Universal Championship!
“Immediately afterward, it was Morbid Angel cashing in a 24/7 briefcase for an immediate Universal title match with Senator. In short order, it was neither Senator, nor was it Steve Davids that walked out of Turning Point with the title.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Morbid Angel is the brand new Universal Champion!”
| ”Get Back” by Ludacris plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “It's Kirk MacClay! The General Manager, and his Underground!
“Vinnie Lane!
“TJ Wallace!
“Johnathan Heartsford!
“Xavier Swann!”
The Underground makes their way to the ring. Some loud cheers mixed with some loud boos. A mixed reaction from the Madness Maniacs.
MacClay leads his clan into the ring with a microphone in hand. He waits for the crowd noise to die down just a bit before beginning to speak.
”Welcome to Monday Night MADNESS!”
The crowd cheers.
JOEY STYLES: “MacClay, endearing himself to the Maniacs!”
“It is, I, the son of a bitch that ran every other sheriff out of these parts!”
The crowd cheers some more.
”You can call me Kirk MacClay or, as I prefer, MR. MacClay.”
JOEY STYLES: “That wasn't very endearing.”
”Now let’s take a step back and soak in all of the flavors of victory! First, I took out that idiotic imbecile Jeff Fairfield! Remember him? Remember how he tucked his tail between his legs and ran home as soon as he saw a bigger dog in the pound? He didn’t even put up a fight! He sucker punched my associate Benjamin Fieldler then ran away like a little chicken kaka!”
Some cheers and laughter from the Philadelphians.
”Then, I formed my own little ensemble named The Underground.”
The camera moves around, slowly showing the face of the Underground.
”A group of guys who wanted to make a name for themselves, but have been held down by the powers-that-be.”
Crowd boos.
”Look at them now! ‘Loverboy’ Vinnie Lane is a #1 Contender for the Universal Championship. As is TJ Wallace! Knight was given his first title and now is fighting to reclaim it. Xavier Swann has a future title shot in his hands! All of that thanks to my direction and my setting up the situations. Next, The Underground, my carefully selected group, took on that horrific waste of space team called… well… Tigris’ Bitches I suppose. Because that’s what they went down like. A bunch of bitches. My team laid waste to Team Tigris. And just like that, The Underground and I became the sole powers in the XWF. Well, that was until a certain song played over the X-Tron.”
JOEY STYLES: “These Maniacs in Philadelphia knows what that was!”
”It became evident that an old power had returned! I thought he was dead, but now he’s back! Paul fucking Heyman. The Emperor of Extreme. The Mad Man of Madness. He returned to help celebrate the dismissal of Miranda Tigris! How about that?! MacClay and Heyman running the Madness show like a well-oiled unit! You all remember how good Madness was before Fairfield took over, and you know how the shows are epic now. Imagine, the two greatest General Managers teaming up to create the best show possible. Now with-”
”Kirk MacClay!”
JOEY STYLES: “It's Miranda Tigris! But she no longer works here!”
Tigris stops on the entrance stage.
”What the hell are you doing here Tigris? Your team lost! You're out of a job! Get over it!”
”I might not be one of the General Managers anymore, but the Emperor of Extreme has hired me as his assistant.
“So, without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen, Paul Heyman.”
Paul Heyman emerges from backstage to an enormous reaction from the Maniacs.
JOEY STYLES: “I think the Wells Fargo Center is gonna need a new roof, because the Maniacs just blew it off!
“The Maniacs, chanting E-C-Dub!”
Heyman makes his way to the ring, the Underground remains inside of it, MacClay all smiles. MacClays Underground applauds the arrival of Paul Heyman. As Paulie enters the ring, MacClay offers his hand to him which Heyman brushes off, choosing instead, to shake the hands of MacClays clients.
JOEY STYLES: “MacClay feels like Heyman snubbed him.”
”Ladies and gentlemen, my name...”
CROWD: “IS PAUL HEYMAN!”
”Thanks for playing.
“The Underground, right O'Rourke?”
”MacClay.”
”Whatever.”
”Kirk is fine, too. You can just call me Kirk.”
”And you can call me, MISTER Heyman.
“Oh, and how bout if I just call you unemployed?”
JOEY STYLES: “He's not back five minutes and he's already making waves.”
”Paul... Mr. Heyman... I did some good thing in your absence, and I..”
”Really? Like what? I see whats his face is gone. I do like that. After all, Madness has always been a one man show and I don't know if you realize this MacDonald, but you're looking at the man.”
”Mr...”
”What you've done is exactly what my predecessors did. My assistant, the lovely Ms. Tigris, told me the ratings are in the toilet. Gates are down. Merchandising is stagnant. Most of the roster has fled to Warfare.
“Do you have any idea how long and how hard I worked to make Madness something to be proud of?
“Do you understand how hard I worked to make Madness the premier show, the flagship of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation?
“Do you understand that at all?
“I go on a vacation, yet here I am, just four short months later and it looks like I have to start all over again.”
”You've got to understand, when I came along...”
“Having just arrived here, I've not yet had the time to sit and look at the books. When I go back to my office, Curt...”
”It's Kirk!”
”Who cares?
“When I sit down and open the books, what is it that I'm going to see?”
”Nothing good.”
”I kind of suspected that.”
”Listen, Paul. What you're not understanding, is that I inherited this mess. When I came to Madness, it was like the inmates were running the asylum. They had no direction, no one to supervise them and to tell them...”
JOEY STYLES: “Inherited the mess. Sounds like a prominent politician I know of. And I don't mean Samuels.”
”That's your defense? You inherited a mess?”
”Look, I'm not the one that hired Tigris and Fairfield.”
”And now you're blaming me?”
JOEY STYLES: “Uh oh.”
”What I'm saying is, you thought they had the stuff to carry on in your absence. And you thought wrong.”
JOEY STYLES: “Heyman and MacClay! Nose to nose here on Madness!”
CRASH!
JOEY STYLES: “It's Tommy Gunn, Kendall Sawyer, Neil Capra and a guy in a ski mask!
“The Underground is in retreat mode! They've left MacClay in the ring! Surrounded by the Heyman Alliance.”
”Kirk, allow me to introduce to you, the real top dogs of Madness. My hired 'Gunn', Tommy Gunn. He can take down pretty much anything with one shot!
“Neil Capra! He's not really active anymore. You see, he often forgets how to tie his shoes, but he's great at security, so he's my head of security.
“Kendall Sawyer! She's the baddest bitch in the XWF and she's also just a bit crazy, so don't get on her bad side!
“And this!”
Heyman puts his hand on the shoulder of the man in the mask.
”This man here is the future of the Heyman Alliance.
“I've been the voice of the voice of the voiceless!”
JOEY STYLES: “CM Punk.”
“I've been the one behind the one in twenty one and one.”
JOEY STYLES: “Brock Lesnar.”
”Now, you can call me the leader, of the leader of the revolution!”
Heyman rips off the ski mask.
JOEY STYLES: “It's Austin Fernando! He's joined forces with Paul Heyman!”
”What's that smell?
“Do you smell it, Chris?”
He shakes his head.
”I smell the ratings rising already.
“Keifer, I'm not going to fire you. At least not yet. I am, however, throwing you out of my office. Only the big boys get the big office, and you? You're small time. I'll have Neil escort you to your new office.
“Capra! Show Cory McClain to his new office.”
Capra mistakenly grabs Austin Fernando by the arm.
“Neil! That's not McGay!”
Neil Capra: “Oh, right.”
Capra grabs MacClay by the arm and begins to escort him out of the ring.
”Don't hurt him, Neil. He's still a General Manager and should be treated with... Well... Just don't hurt him.
“Oh, and before I forget. I couldn't have picked a better name for your little band of misfits myself. The Underground. It fits so well because, when I'm done with all of you, that's exactly where you'll all be!”
MacClay looks over his shoulder at Heyman just before he's forced backstage by Neil Capra.
”Ladies and gentlemen, my name... is Paul Heyman...
“And this...
“...is MADNESS!”
JOEY STYLES: “Paul Heyman is back! MacClay was just verbally smacked down a peg or 6! Austin Fernando has joined the Heyman Alliance!
“And we've only just begun!”
Madness fades to commercial.
Madness returns and the cameras follow Neil Capra and Kirk MacClay as Capra leads him to his new office.
JOEY STYLES: “Kirk MacClay doesn't look happy.”
Capra leads MacClay through a door. On the door is a label: Office of General Manager Kirk “Small Time” MacClay.
The cameras follow them through the door revealing it to be a mens room.
”You've got to be kidding me.”
Neil Capra: “Mr. Heymans orders.”
Capra opens up the door to the handicap bathroom stall.
Neil Capra: “Your new office, Curt.”
MacClay steps into the stall.
”For the last damn time, my name is Kirk! K-I-R-K!”
Capra steps out of the stall and begins to shut the door.
”What's to stop me from leaving and setting my office up some place else?”
Neil Capra: “I'll be guarding your door.”
”Christ.”
Neil Capra: “No. But he is wrestlings savior.”
JOEY STYLES: “Did Capra just compare Heyman and Jesus?”
Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “Welcome back to Madness, Maniacs!
“We're set to get the action started! Lucius Fyre is already in the ring awaiting the arrival of Luka Aristov, so lets send it over to the ring announcer!”
RING ANNOUNCER: “The following contest, is a Razor Wire DEATH MAAAAATCH!
“The only way to win is by pinfall or submission!
“Introducing first, already in the ring, from The Crossroads, weighing 200 pounds.... LUCIUUUUS FYYYYYRRREEE!”
JOEY STYLES: “Lucius Fyre! Ready to go here, in what could be one hell of a bloody match!”
RING ANNOUNCER: “His opponent...”
| “The Edge” by Tracktor Bowling plays. |
RING ANNOUNCER: “From Moscow, Russia. Weighing in at 2 hundred 55 pounds... LUKAAA ARRRRISTOOOOV!”
The Russian Flag falls from the rafters and above the ring as the fans begin to boo. The camera pans to the stage area where two Russian flags sit either side of the stage. "The Edge" by Tracktor Bowling hits the P.A System as the lights go red. The stunning Mariya enters the stage area. Her husband, Luka Aristov then comes out behind her. He is shows no expression on his face as he follows Mariya down the ramp. Luka stops at the end of the ramp and looks around at the fans who boo with disapproval. Mariya walks up the steps. Luka grabs the top ropes and steps up on to the apron. Luka sits on the middle ropes, allowing Mariya to enter. Luka steps over the top rope, still showing no expressions.
JOEY STYLES: “Luka Aristov! One of the most dangerous competitors in the Xtreme Wrestling Federation!”
Razor Wire Match
Lucius Fyre
- vs -
Luka Aristov
Win by Pin or Submission Only
|
The bell rings and both men circle each other. Lucius' eyes dart from Luka to the razor wire ropes and a cold smile spreads on his face. Luka, on the other hand, is cool as a cucumber. His blank eyes look past his smaller opponent and he shakes his head before stepping towards the center of the ring.
JOEY STYLES: “These two competitors, sizing each other up!”
Lucius follows Luka's lead, only to get tagged by a stiff jab. Lucius shakes it off and ties up with his opponent. Luka, being the bigger of the two, gains the advantage easily before a well placed elbow to the stomach knocks the air right of his lungs! Lucius, quickly gaining the upper hand throws a punch to the bridge of Luka's nose before dropping him with a DDT! Lucius dusts off his hands before peeling the bigger man to his feet. Luka shoves his opponent off and makes it the rest of the way on his own.
Lucius scoffs and offers a sarcastic round of applause before bursting into a sprint after Luka. An action that doesn't catch the Russian off guard the way Lucius thought it would. Luka grabs onto the smaller man and lifts him up into the air before dropping him down face first into the razor wire ropes! The wire slices at Lucius face, producing two long gashes; one on his forehead, the other on his left cheek. Blood flows from a couple other spots, but the cuts are too small to really be noticed.
Lucius falls backwards onto the mat, clutching his bleeding face and covering it to the best of his abilities. Luka looks down and sneers, before grabbing onto Lucius' hair and dragging him back to his feet. Mariya cheers like a lunatic at ringside as he kicks the back of Lucius' knee and shoves his face back into the wire. He grinds the smaller man's forehead into the wire, splitting open the cut on his forehead further and further. Blood spills from his face onto the apron. Finally, thankfully, he stops it. He pulls Lucius' head away from the wire and picks him back up.
Luka's got Lucius up!
JOEY STYLES: “Russian Roulette!”
Aristov hits the Modified Muscle Buster to perfection and goes for the cover.
1...
2...
3!!
RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match... LUKAAAA ARRRISTOOOOV!”
JOEY STYLES: “Aristov picks up the victory here on Madness!
“Wait! What's this!?”
Suddenly the arena goes black.
Caw caw.
Caw caw.
The XWF tron then lights up with a message:
Ghost Tank
Herod
Lucius Fyre
Aaron Underwood
Frodo
Hysteria
Morbid Angel |
And then another message:
JOEY STYLES: “It's corVus! He's sending a definite message to Lucius Fyre!”
Madness fades to commercial.
Madness returns from commercial with Neil Capra still guarding the bathroom stall when MacClay opens the door.
”Can you take this to Heyman?”
MacClay hands Capra a small business card.
Neil Capra: “What is it?”
”I've made a match official for next week. He needs to authorize it.”
Neil Capra: “I'll summon the messenger.”
MacClay rolls his eyes, then retreats back inside his stall. Capra reveals a cell phone and sends a message. Moments later, a knock comes from the outside of the door. Capra unlocks the dead bolt, revealing the messenger.
JOEY STYLES: “Mini Morbid! He's the messenger!”
Neil Capra: “Gaaahh!”
Capra retreats quickly, climbing on to the sink as Mini Morbid enters on a Razor scooter.
JOEY STYLES: “Capra's afraid of midgets! AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Mini Morbid reaches up toward Capra and snaps his stubby little fingers. Capra reaches toward him with the card, his hand shaking like he has Parkinson's disease. Mini Morbid snatches the card and rolls out of the bathroom on his scooter. Capra jumps off the sink, then slams the door shut, locking it. He rests with his back against the door, clutching his chest and breathing heavily.
Madness fades to commercial.
The bell rings, setting everyones attention to the ring announcer standing in the center of the ring.
RING ANNOUNCER: “The following triple threat match, is set for one fall!”
| ”The Monster” by Rhianna and Eminem plays. |
RING ANNOUNCER: “Introducing first, from Alexandra, Central Otago, New Zealand. Weighing in at 200 pounds.... MASTERRRRRMIIIIIIIND!”
The lights go out, and then when they come back on Mastermind is seen standing on the top rope waving to the crowd.
JOEY STYLES: “Mastermind, the two time former Xtreme Champion!”
| ”The Rapture of Ridley Walker” by Clutch plays. |
RING ANNOUNCER: “His opponents.
“First, from Manyuk, Pennsylvania. Weighing 200 Pounds.... See... See... HOLLLLYWOOOOOD!”
The subtle pulse of the bass kicks in tune with the drums as all attention is being directed towards the entrance ramp. The XWF fans look in anticipation to see the arrival of a superstar to the way to the ring. Nothing shows on a screen, just black. The bass guitar now begins to keep in groove with the bass of the drums as the tempo quickly changes and here comes the awaited confirmation of C.C. Hollywood's arrival to the viewing live audience.
Went to the doctor, to see what could be given.
He said, "Sorry, but you've got to do your own livin'."
Went to the pastor, to hear what he would say.
He said, "Sorry, son, come back later some time after judgment day."
C.C. takes off the aviator glasses and tucks them over the front pocket of his leather jacket. He cracks a smile as he then walks straight forward to the ring, with a bunch of meaning in his steps. C.C. just looks like he goes into a different mood as he enters the ring, back first on the apron and rolling under the bottom rope.
There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon.
No mother ship will save you. So goes the rapture of Riddley Walker.
Up on his feet, C.C. takes off his jacket in one motion and drops it over the top rope and to the floor of the ring, glasses still attached as it is no worry about them.
*Lyrics finishing in background*
Churchyard was empty, schoolyard was bare.
Wind in the streets, wind in the air.
Pockets of diamonds, nothing to buy.
Scream out hello and get no reply.
Hollywood then backs up against the ropes and hooks his arms to stretch out his shoulders and back across the top rope. C.C. doesn't take his eyes off of where is opponent is.
JOEY STYLES: “C.C. Hollywood! One of the bright young stars of the XWF!”
| ”Prologue” by William Control plays. |
RING ANNOUNCER: “Their opponent...
“Weighing 2 hundred 60 pounds... PEST!”
JOEY STYLES: “Finally. Someone that doesn't weight exactly 200 pounds!”
Triple Threat Match
Mastermind
- vs -
C.C. Hollywood
- vs -
Pest
One Fall
|
The bell rings and the three men stare each other down. Hollywood is the first to jump to action as he charges toward Mastermind. Mastermind side steps Hollywood, sending him toward the ropes. Mastermind follows him, delivering a clothesline that sends C.C. Hollywood up and over the top rope and falling to the floor.
JOEY STYLES: “Hollywood got a little ahead of himself there, and he paid the price.”
Mastermind plays to the crowd a bit, forgetting there is another opponent to worry about. Pest clobbers Mastermind from behind, only to lift him back up, then slam him to the mat with a body slam. Pest lifts Mastermind to his feet once more, then tosses him into the corner. Pest follows him in, but Mastermind gets a boot up in Pests face. Pest staggers backward, away from the corner. Mastermind charges after him only for Pest to scoop him up and power slam him to the mat and hook the leg.
1...
2...
JOEY STYLES: “Mastermind kicks out! Pest seems to have his number here in the early going.”
Pest gets back to his feet. He waits for Mastermind to get back to his feet. As the Master of Minds does so, Pest leaps forward and into the air, dropping Mastermind with a Randy Orton-esque Ace Crusher. Pest jumps back to his feet only to receive a Missile Dropkick from C.C. Hollywood!
JOEY STYLES: “What a move from Hollywood! He's effectively taken Pest out of the match!”
Pest falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring, out of the game for the time being. Hollywood turns his attention to Mastermind. He lifts Mastermind to his feet then lifts him up into a vertical suplex, only to drop him on the top rope, tossing Mastermind back into the air before slamming him to the mat with the suplex. Hollywood goes for the cover.
1...
2...
JOEY STYLES: “And Mastermind kicks out!”
Hollywood wastes little time as he gets back to his feet and realizes Pest has made it to his feet on the outside. Hollywood runs toward the ropes and dives through the them, dropping Pest with a suicide dive. C.C. Hollywood is back to his feet quickly and roots around under the ring for a moment, retrieving...
JOEY STYLES: “A Singapore cane!”
Pest starts to get up and Hollywood drills him in the head with the cane, dropping Pest instantly. Hollywood slides back into the ring where Mastermind is getting to his feet. Hollywood swings the cane at Mastermind, connecting with the back side of his ribs. Mastermind writhes in anguish as Hollywood places the cane against his throat and delivers a side Russian leg sweep using the cane for more impact.
Mastermind writhes around on the mat, gasping for air as Hollywood starts swinging the cane relentlessly, connecting with Mastermind at least a dozen times. Hollywood finally discard the busted up Singapore cane and goes for the cover.
1...
2...
JOEY STYLES: “Mastermind survives!”
Hollywood gets back to his feet, somewhat frustrated that he didn't get the win. Pest is back on his feet on the outside. He grabs a chair as Hollywood climbs the ropes. Pest slides in the ring and bounces off the ropes, causing Hollywood to crotch himself on the top. Hollywood stays seated in the corner, as he nurses his crotch. Pest runs in and blasts Hollywood over the top of the head with the chair. Hollywood falls off the top rope and lands on the apron, motionless.
Pest turns around and gets leveled by a huge clothesline from Mastermind. Mastermind then grabs Pest and lifts him to his feet and locks him into a side headlock. Pest quickly shoves Mastermind off. Mastermind uses that forward momentum to bounce off the ropes and launch himself into the air, delivering a flying clothesline to Pest dropping him instantly.
Mastermind hooks the leg.
1...
2...
JOEY STYLES: “And Pest kicks out!”
Mastermind gets back to his feet. He points down at Pest while looking at at the crowd. The crowd comes alive as Mastermind grabs both of Pests ankles and turns him over into a Boston Crab.
JOEY STYLES: “The Mind Controller from Mastermind to Pest! It's locked in!”
Pest yells out in agony as he slowly tries to inch his way to the ropes. Mastermind cinches down harder, causing Pest to yell out just a little louder.
JOEY STYLES: “Pest! Just inches away now!”
Pest reaches out as far as he can and only his middle finger tip grazes the bottom rope. Pest bends his arm, looking as if he's going to tap out, but lunges his arm at the last second, gripping the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and starts to gibe Mastermind the five count.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Mastermind lets go, but drags Pest back to the center of the ring and locks in a brutally painful STF!
JOEY STYLES: “Your Mind Submits To Me! It's locked in and Pest has nowhere to go!”
Pest writhes in pain.
| ”World Ablaze” by Killswitch Engage plays. |
JOEY STYLES: “That's Tommy Gunn! What the hell business does he have out here!?”
Tommy Gunn emerges from backstage with a saw horse and a long case. He sets the saw horse on the stage facing the ring then leans down to open the case.
JOEY STYLES: “It's a sniper rifle!”
Gunn takes him time attaching the scope to the rifle and making sure cartridges are present. He rests the barrell of the rifle against the saw horse and points it toward the ring. He stares through the scope...
JOEY STYLES: “He's gonna...”
POP!
JOEY STYLES: “Oh My GOD! Gunn just took out Mastermind!”
Mastermind slumps to his side in the ring. Thankfully the rifle is equipped with rubber bullets, allowing those inflicted, to continue living, albeit unconsciously for the time being. Gunn continues to stare toward the ring through the scope.
JOEY STYLES: “Wait a minute! I don't think Tommy Gunn is done yet!”
Pest begins to slowly make his way to his feet. He stumbles and Gunn has his scope trained on him. Pest uses the ropes to aid him in standing. Meanwhile, C.C. Hollywood has returned among the living and is beginning to slowly ascend the ropes.
Tommy Gunn can be seen ejecting the spent cartridge and loading the next, his sights still trained on those in the ring.
Pest staggers around toward the middle of the ring as Hollywood prepares to leap...
POP!
JOEY STYLES: “MY GOD! DOWN GOES HOLLYWOOD!
“I don't think he was even aware of Gunn's presence!”
Gunn places hid gun back in its case and retreats back through the entrance way, shaking his head as he goes.
Back in the ring, Pest falls on top of Mastermind.
1...
2...
3!!!
RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match.... PEST!!!”
JOEY STYLES: “Pest wins it here on Madness! What the hell just happened out here!?”
Madness fades to commercial.
Madness returns in the office of General Manager Paul Heyman. Paul sits at his desk looking over the financial books, shaking his head in disgust. A knock at the door comes that Heyman doesn't acknowledge. Seconds later, Miranda Tigris walks in.
”Paul, your messenger is here.”
”Send him in.”
Miranda retreats through the door and a second later, Mini Morbid rolls into the office, coming to a stop just in front of Paul's desk. He hands the card from MacClay over to Heyman.
”Is this it?”
Mini Morbid nods his head, then rolls out of the office on his scooter. Heyman leans back in his chair, reading the card.
”You know, I heard you might be back.”
Heyman looks up toward the voice. He smiles and slams the card down on his desk. Paul then stands up and shakes the hand of former Madness Co-General Manager and current Warfare GM, Ozymandias. The crowd can be heard cheering the appearance of Ozymandias.
”Hows it goin' Ozy? How are things on Warfare?”
”Warfare is great, Paul. It's never been better. Everything Madness was, Warfare now is.”
”Yeah, rub it in.”
”That's not why I'm here. I'm here really to tell you that you got a lot of work to do.”
”Yeah, no thanks to MacClay.”
”Don't you think you might be blaming the wrong person? I mean, its more likely that the financial ruin Madness is in, is more the fault of Fairfield and Tigris. The way I see it, if MacClay hadn't come along when he did, you might not have had a show to come back to.”
”You think I'm being too hard on MacClay?”
”It's your show. You'll always do what you think is best for the show.”
”That's not true! You know damn well I do whats best for Paul Heyman first! Madness is second!”
”That's kind of the same thing. In my own experience, whatever is good for Paul Heyman, is good for Madness. At least thats usually how it went when I was here.
“Where is MacClay, anyway?”
”I got Capra guarding his new office. It's a bathroom stall.”
Ozy stares blankly at Heyman. Heyman stares back. They do this for several seconds before both of them burst out laughing.
”That's great!”
”I might give him a real office next week. He did give me a killer match in two week. He's got Morbid Angel defending the Universal title in the main event against Senator. Though it's lacking some pizazz.”
”The question is, what are you going to do about it to spice it up?”
”Oh, I'm going to be the referee. Therein lies the real question.”
”What do you mean by that?”
”Which do I hate more? Morbid Angel? Or Senator?”
”That really is a good question.”
Ozymandias starts to move for the door.
”You know what I've been thinking?”
”I'd like to say yes, but seeing as I don't read minds...”
”Through all the ownership changes and all the regime changes, the two most common denominators are Ozymandias and Paul Heyman.”
”Me on Madness, you on Warfare. Together, we rule the entire Xtreme Wrestling Federation.”
”In all reality, it shouldn't be any other way.”
”I couldn't agree more. I'm glad you stopped by, Ozy, maybe I'll stop by Warfare this week.”
”I'd be happy to have ya!”
The two shake hands, then Ozymandias departs as Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “We're back here on Madness, and it's time for the highly anticipated main event!”
RING ANNOUNCER: “The following contest.... is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH... for the XWF... XTREEEEEEME CHAMPIOOONSHIIIP!”
RING ANNOUNCER: “Introducing first.... the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Paul Heyman.... from the Gold Coast of Australia.... weighing in at 2 hundred 20 pounds... AUSTIIIIIIN FERRRRRNANNNNNNDOOOOOO!”
JOEY STYLES: “Paul Heyman sees a lot of potential in this young man and I have to agree! He's been impressive in that ring thus far!”
Austin Fernando strides out confidently to the top of the entrance ramp, standing front and centre in front of the entire crowd with an almost sadistic smile on his face, cranking his head from side to side, he paces down to the ring and hops up onto the apron lightly, Paul Heyman in tow. He stops again for a moment and bounds straight over the top rope, clearing it easily. Bouncing around lightly on his feet he crosses over to the bottom right turnbuckle and steps up onto the top turnbuckle, raising one arm triumphantly into the air. The crowd giving him mixed reactions, he steps down from the top rope and stays in the bottom right corner he placed himself in, stretching himself out and preparing himself for the match ahead.
JOEY STYLES: “Heyman has the stick!”
I want you all to look at this specimen! He is truly the epitome of greatness! As his manager, I intend to take him to new heights! I intend to give him things he only dreamed of previously!
Austin Fernando is destined for greatness! He's intelligent- evidence by his choice in who shall manage his career- He's athletically gifted! He is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the future of Madness in general, and the Xtreme Wrestling Federation as a whole.
Tonight, he'll show Doc D'Ville who the real star is in this match!
TONIGHT! AUSTIN FERNANDO BRINGS THE XTREME CHAMPIONSHIP, HOME TO THE HEYMAN ALLIANCE!
| ”House of 1,000 Corpses” by Rob Zombie plays. |
RING ANNOUNCER: “His opponent, believed to be from Sulphur, Louisiana. Weighing 2 hundred 33 pounds. He is the reigning, defending XWF XTREEEEEME CHAMPIOOOONNN. DOCTORRRR LOUIS D'VILLLLLE!”
The lights go out in the arena followed by an eerie red glow. Smoke rises from the entrance way and the Doctor emerges from it. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks out among the crowd, then slowly begins walking towards the ring. The Doctor climbs the ring steps and into the ring, he stands on the second turnbuckle and holds his arms into the air as the lights flash back on.
JOEY STYLES: “The introductions are complete! A brutal match is set to get under way, and Heyman has a front row seat to see just how good his newest client really is!”
MAIN EVENT
XWF Xtreme Championship
Doctor Louis D'Ville
- vs -
Austin Fernando
Last Man Standing Match
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The bell rings and Heyman stands on the apron, whispering some instruction into the ear of Fernando. Heyman hops down to the arena floor, staring intently at his client.
The two competitors circle each other before tying it up in the center of the ring. Austin quickly backs D'Ville into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break and receives it momentarily. Austin then drives a hard knee into the midsection of Doc, doubling him over against the corner.
Austin presses him back against the corner and delivers another lift into the midsection, then another before letting up and allowing Doc to stagger out of the corner.
STAY ON HIM! DON'T LET HIM BREATHE! SHOW HIM WHY YOU'RE HERE!
Austin goes right back after Doc, tossing him toward the far side ropes. Doc reverses, sending Austin off the far side instead. On the rebound, Doc ducks down and Austin stops dead in his tracks, delivering a kick to Docs chest, causing Doc to stagger backward against the ropes. Austin charges after him, hitting him with a clothesline, forcing Doc up and over the top, and down to the floor.
Austin steps back a step, allowing Doc to get back to his feet. As he does so, Austin uses the top rope as a slingshot to catapult himself over the top rope, landing a plancha on Doc on the outside, taking both men to the floor.
Austin gets up almost immediately as the referee starts to count Doc D'Ville down.
1...
STAY ON HIM, AUSTIN!
2...
Austin grabs a chair from ringside.
3...
Doc starts to get up.
4...
Austin closes in with the chair in hand as Doc gets to his feet, breaking the count. Austin goes to swing the chair toward Doc.
JOEY STYLES: “Doc telegraphed that one!”
Doc side steps Austin, shoving him from behind, causing Austin to collide with the ring post, the chair sandwiched between the post and Austins head. Fernando immediately falls to the floor, sprawled out with the chair lying on him.
JOEY STYLES: “Austin Fernando is busted open!”
The ref moves in to start his count, but Doc cuts off his path and backs off. Doc then turns around and grabs Austin by his hair, pulling him slowly to his feet. Doc then delivers a vicious headbutt to the bleeding forehead of Austin Fernando, getting some of Austins blood on his own head.
JOEY STYLES: “Docs creating war paint out of it!”
Doc then grabs Austin who is leaning against the ring apron and delivers a hard DDT, driving Fernando's head into the chair.
C'MON AUSTIN!
Doc then backs off, resting against the ring steps as the referee begins to count.
1...
Doc, with Austins blood as war paint, looks on.
2...
Austin remains motionless.
3...
GET YOUR ASS UP! GET BACK IN THE GAME!
4...
WINNERS FIGHT UNTIL THEY HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE!
5...
Austin begins to move. Doc wastes no time as he shoves the referee out of his way and grabs Austin by his hair, lifting him to his feet. Doc lifts Fernando up and drapes him over his shoulder. He runs toward the entrance ramp...
JOEY STYLES: “And a nice counter from Fernando!”
Austin slips out at the last second, driving Doc to the hard steel with a last ditch sleeper driver.
GET OFF YOUR ASS! GET ON HIM! DON'T LET HIM UP!
Austin gets back to his feet and lifts Doc to his. He then drives Doc back and side first into the steel fan barricade along the entrance ramp. Doc arches backward a bit before falling to the floor. Austin backs off then runs full steam, kneeing Doc in the head, sandwiching it between his knee and the barricade.
Austin then grabs the chair from earlier. He drives it edge first into Docs throat as he leans back against the barricade. Doc falls to the floor again, gasping for air. Austin takes the chair and prepares to do more damage as Doc starts to crawl back toward the ring. Austin drives the edge of the chair into Doc's ankle. Then his knee. Then Doc's lower back.
JOEY STYLES: “What a vicious assault from Austin Fernando to the Xtreme Champion!”
Doc is laying face down just outside the ring on the floor.
SHOW HIM! SHOW HIM WHO THE FUTURE OF THIS COMPANY IS!
Austin lifts the chair high into the air and swings it downward, nailing Doc in his side and back over and over until he stops moving. Heyman steps in to stop Austin, letting the referee start a count.
1...
Doc lays motionless.
2...
Austin tosses the chair into the ring.
3...
Austin hops up on the apron.
4...
Doc finally begins to stir.
5...
STAY DOWN!
6...
Doc is on all fours, but not out of the woods.
7...
Heyman reaches into his jacket and retrieves an object.
8...
JOEY STYLES: “Heyman has brass knuckles!”
9...
Doc makes it to his feet, ending the ten count. Heyman rears back and swings his brass knuckle laden fist at Doc. Doc grabs Heymans fist though and stops it in his tracks. He twists Heymans arm and starts forcing him to his knees.
JOEY STYLES: “Asai Moonsault from Austin to Doc!”
Austin and Doc are both down and the referee spots the brass knuckles in Heymans hand. The referee rips them from Heyman and starts yelling at him. The ref tosses the knucks to the ground and tells Heyman “he's outta here!”
JOEY STYLES: “The referee just ejected Paul Heyman!”
Heyman protests as security makes their way down the ramp. They escort Heyman out as he scowls at the referee.
Back to the match, Austin gets to his feet and pulls Doc to his with his back to Austin. Fernando spins Doc around and Doc lands a hard punch, dropping Fernando. Doc opens his fist, showing it to the camera.
JOEY STYLES: “Doc had the brass knuckles!”
The referee starts to count, this time in Docs favor.
1...
No motion from Austin.
2...
Doc tosses the brass knuckles into the crowd.
3...
JOEY STYLES: “Like Philly needs more weapons!”
4...
Austin starts to stir.
5...
Doc starts rooting around under the ring.
6...
Doc slides under the ring altogether.
7...
JOEY STYLES: “Where the hell is he going?”
8...
Austin barely makes it to his feet.
JOEY STYLES: “Austin Fernando doesn't even know where he is!”
A bloody and beleaguered Austin grabs the referee by his shirt demanding to know where Doc is. The ref points under the ring and Austin staggers toward it. He lifts the apron, then walks around the other side. He lifts that side of the apron, and drops it back down, he proceeds to the back side of the ring. He rounds the corner...
ZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!
JOEY STYLES: “Shock Therapy! Doc just zapped the shit out of Austin Fernando!”
Doc spikes the baton tazer on the ground and pulls the announce table close to the ring. Doc then walks over to the down and out Austin Fernando and lifts him to his feet. He then lifts Austin onto the apron and climbs up himself. He grabs Austin and lifts him to his feet. He then lifts Austin into the air on the apron in a vertucal suplex formation. But rather than drop him backward against the apron, he leaps off the apron toward the table...
JOEY STYLES: “The Lobotomy! Doc just hit the Lobotomy from the apron and down through the table!
“Both men are down and the referee has no choice! He has to count them both down!”
1...
Neither man moves.
2...
Still both are motionless.
3...
Doc starts to move his arms.
4...
JOEY STYLES: “It's a race against time here!”
5...
Doc rolls out of the table wreckage.
6...
Austin starts to move.
7...
Doc starts to get to his feet.
8...
Austin rolls out of the wreckage. Bloodied and battered.
9...
JOEY STYLES: “Doc is up! And Austin Fernando...”
10!!!
JOEY STYLES: “Didn't quite make it!”
RING ANNOUNCER: “The winner of this match... ANND STIIILLLLL XWF XTREEEEME CHAMPIOOONN... DOCTORRR LOUISSS D'VILLLLLLE!”
JOEY STYLES: “What a battle! Doc D'Ville retains over Austin Fernando in a brutal match!
“We're about out of time, Maniacs!
“Heyman is back and shits getting' real!”
As Joey concludes his exit monologue, the screen shifts backstage in the office of Paul Heyman. After turning off the TV and throwing his remote, obviously upset at the final outcome of the main event, he begins writing checks.
No, seriously.
Miranda Tigris buzzes him from the other side of the door.
”Paul, Neil Capra is here.”
”Good, send him in.”
Seconds later, Capra enters the office and takes a seat in front of Heyman.
”I got you a match.”
Neil Capra: “What do you mean 'a match'?”
Heyman stands up and comes around the desk. He leans on the edge of his desk and places his hands on Neil's shoulders.
”You know I can't just give you ten dollars a month. At some point, you're going to have to earn it. If you think standing around in the bathroom all day guarding a two bit hack like MacClay was going to cover all those ten bucks I gave you.
“Besides, you weren't so worried about having a match several months ago when I weaseled you into the Universal title scene.”
Neil Capra: “But that was for the title.”
”What did I tell you when I hired you?”
Neil Capra: “That you'd make me a star.”
”Have I ever let you down?”
Neil Capra: “Yeah.”
”Shut up.
“How would you like a match with Morbid?”
Capra smiles at the thought of besting the Universal Champion.
”That's what I thought.
“Next week Neil Capra, right here on Madness, you will get the chance of a lifetime. You will face Morbid inside a steel cage!
“Now go on champ, start preparing yourself.”
Neil Capra: “Thanks, Paul.”
The two shake hands and Capra leaves the office. Paul immediately grabs hand sanitizer from his desk and squirts it into his hand, then rubs it in.
”Fuckin' idiot.”
Heyman sniffs his hand.
”Jesus. Go to Dollar Tree and buy some damn soap!”
Heyman squirts half the bottle into his hand and begins to rub it in as the scene cuts to the
bathroom stall office of Kirk MacClay. Neil Capra is nowhere to be found, having already left to visit Heyman. MacClay emerges from the stall, looking around for Capra. He rushes for the exit door and opens the deadbolt, yet the door still won't open.
”Hello! Is anyone out there!”
No one answers his pleas for help. The lights suddenly go out.
”Anybody!
“Can someone let me out of here!”
Madness fades out.
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