April 8th, 2015 Philips Arena Atlanta, Georgia John Black - vs - Dick Powers Singles Match, One Fall Nova Sin - vs - "Lucky No. 7" Carson Waters X-treme Rules Cain - vs - Luna Hightower Street Fight Match takes place somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia No pins, No tap outs, K.O only Ark of the Covenant Title Reeve Alexandra Gordon as Kruzifix © - vs - Hero Xtreme 7.9 - vs - Bruce Blingsteen Towering Inferno Match Match takes place high above the ring on scaffolding, tables on fire are below them Last man standing on the scaffolding is the winner #1 Contender to the Intercontinental Championship Austin Fernando - vs - Peter Gilmour Singles Match, One Fall Tag Team Championship Defiance Gator & Justin Sane © - vs - Maverick & Scully Tag Team Match MAIN EVENT Intercontinental Championship Sebastian Duke © - vs - Hysteria Singles Match, 2 out of 3 falls

Wednesday Night Warfare bids a fond farewell to the King of Kings, Ozymandias. Best of luck to you sir, Warfare will miss you.

Pyro bursts from the ramp as the camera pans across roaring fans, Jim Ross is heard over the crowd.

JIM ROSS: "Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to Wednesday Night Warfare! I'm Jim Ross and with me as always is Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan."

BOBBY HEENAN: "Thanks for the cold introduction there J.R. Ooh boy, what a night we have in store here."

JIM ROSS: "Right about that Bobby! We got the er debut of a popular young man known as Dick Powers. We're going to find out who will be the number one contender of the Intercontinental Championship, as well as the belt being on the line tonight!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Sebastian Duke versus Hysteria aka LH Harrison. Calling it now, 5 star classic guaranteed."

JIM ROSS: "And the Tag Titles are on the line too!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Pfft about damn time!"

JIM ROSS: "Defiance had a tough past week but we'll see if they can turn it around tonight, on Wednesday Night Warfare."

John Black - vs - Dick Powers Singles Match, One Fall

Some few minutes into the song, Black comes out from the stage and walks down to the ring boobing to the beat as he goes near the squared circle. He enter's the ring and the beats cuts off and sits on the top turnbuckles as he awaits for his opponents.

Jermaine Stewart's woman like sultry voice blasts through the arena, the crowd cheers and parties! Balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling as Dick Powers energetically runs onto the ramp and slides to his knees like a rockstar smiling and pointing to the fans. He hops to his feet clapping, dancing and high fiving fans on his way to the ring. He jogs up the steps and climbs the top turnbuckle singing along to his theme as he poses to his adoring fans.

JIM ROSS:This match is now underway!

BOBBY HEENAN: And Dick Powers is coming right out of the gate, bouncing around like a mad-man!

JIM ROSS: How can you say that without feeling awkward, Bobby?

BOBBY HEENAN: I’m used to it by now, this guy is awesome!

JIM ROSS: What’s that supposed to mean?!

BOBBY HEENAN: I’m just a fan of di- WOAH! JOHN BLACK JUST FLOORED DICK!

In the ring, Dick Powers just got levelled by an uppercut from John Black! John Black is now mounted atop of Dick Powers, and slamming him in the face with a flurry of punches, Dick Powers is covering up in an attempt to block the punches, and he’s able to roll out from underneath Black! Black is looking annoyed, and is charging right after Dick Powers once again… who avoids him by doing the splits! Black turns around… and eats a high-impact Superkick from Dick! John Black is now laid-out on the canvas… and Dick Powers is… DANCING?!

Dick Powers is showing the crowd what he’s got, while bouncing around and jumping in the air!

JIM ROSS: Well… Dick… Dick Powers is looking excited to be here, Bobby.

BOBBY HEENAN: And he’s got some fine moves!

JIM ROSS: To be fair, I used to have some “moves” back in my time.

BOBBY HEENAN: Sure you did, old pal.

Back in the ring, Dick now has firm control over John Black, he’s lifting him up to his feet… and hits him with a stiff discus punch! The punch sends John Black reeling… and before he can recover, he’s nailed, now Dick turns around right in front of Black, does a little shimmy, and then hits him with a PELE KICK! Now Black is down, and Dick is going for the cover!



ONE!





TW-NO! John Black powered out early.

JIM ROSS: And a quick kick-out from John Black.

BOBBY HEENAN: Dick is really controlling the pace at the moment.

Dick is now up to his feet, and is sauntering around the ring, raising both arms above his head and grinning wildly! Meanwhile, Black is just starting to get up to his feet… and before Dick can even spot him, Black is able to nail him with an Inverted-DDT! Now it’s Black’s turn to go for the cover!



ONE!



TW-NO! Dick Powers is able to kick-out quickly!

Now both men scramble back up to their feet, and are staring right at one another, John Black throws wild haymaker to the temple, but Dick is able to duck it, and then roll-up John Black from behind!

ONE!






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THR-NO!

BOBBY HEENAN: Dick Powers almost snuck out with the victory there!

John Black doesn’t look to happy about that, both men are back up to their feet… and John Black nails Dick Powers with a dropkick which sends him flailing back down to the mat, but before he can capitalize, Dick Powers rolls out of the ring, and lands on his feet! Now he’s playing out to the crowd once more, shimmying and shuffling on the outside of the ring, and now John Black is racing after Dick Powers, who is able to use John Black’s momentum to throw him into the steel steps, and the referee has now started the count!

ONE! Black crashes off the steel steps hard, knocking the steps back a few feet.


TWO! Dick has a large grin sprawled over his face, as he lays in a couple of boots onto the downed Black!


THREE! The crowd is now counting along with the referee, who is beckoning for Dick Powers to re-enter the ring.


FOUR! A couple more boots from Dick to John Black, and then he’s back in the ring!


FIVE! John Black is still on the ground.


SIX! John Black is starting to stir…


SEVEN! John Black is back up to his feet!


EIGHT! And now he’s back in the ring, John Black got into the ring before the count of ten… and now Dick Powers is right back on top of him…


OR NOT! John Black scooped up Dick Powers as he came to him, and connected with a powerful spine-buster!

JIM ROSS: Nice work by John Black to stop Dick Powers from gaining the advantage.

BOBBY HEENAN: Dick was a little too overconfident there.

John Black is still on the ground, resting on one knee… and he’s finally starting to make his way over to Dick Powers… and now he’s going for the cover!

But Dick Powers rolled through it, he grabbed onto John Black and rolled over the top! Now it’s Black with both shoulders pinned to the canvas!

ONE!




TWO!





THR-NO! John Black barely kicked out of that one!

BOBBY HEENAN: Again, Dick Powers with another crafty pin attempt, he nearly had it right there!

JIM ROSS: Nearly, but John Black is already back up to his feet…

BOBBY HEENAN: But he’s knocked right back down to the mat by Dick, who sweeped him low… and now… A STANDING MOONSAULT! Dick landed that one perfectly.

Dick is now going for the cover, and the referee is sliding in to count it…

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TWO!








THR-NO! John Black with yet another kick-out.

JIM ROSS: Great resiliency shown by John Black, who’s been able to kick out of everything Dick Powers has thrown at him thus far!

Dick Powers kneels up, grabbing his wild mess of hair. He stands up and looks to the crowd and he starts to clap? He's working the crowd, making them clap in rhythm as he nods and smiles, John Black slowly gets to his feet, the clapping gets faster and faster. Black is on his knees and.

CLAP!

A huge bitch slap to John Black's face wakes the man up, Dick grabs Black by the collar and hurls him towards the corner. Black turns mid run hits the turnbuckle with his back, with some force too. He slumps down into a seated position, Powers lets out a mighty WOOOOO! As he runs in spot, pointing at Black in the corner.

BOBBY HEENAN: "You know J.R, I just thought of a great name if these two ever team up."

JIM ROSS: "What's that Bobby?"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Black D-"

JIM ROSS: "Oh for God's sake! Forget I ever asked!"

Still running in spot, Dick rushes towards Black and SACK TAPPING! Dick is teabagging the black of John with this Bronco Buster! Dick lifts himself high with the ropes and finishes the testicular abuse off with a stiff knee. Dick rolls away from Black who falls into a heap in the corner, Dick grabs Black's arm and pulls him away from the ropes, Dick goes for the pin!

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THREE!!!

JIM ROSS: "The kid did it! A great start for this rookie!"

Winner: Dick Powers!

Once Dick gets his hands raised in victory, Black rolls out the ring and pulls out a chair and enters the ring. Dick turns right in front and gets smacked with a chair on his noggin, and Black keeps wailing the downed Dick with chair shots until the ref stopped him, then he smacks a chair on the ref.

Then he poses with the chair while the fans are mass hysteria of BOO's while Black grabs a mic and speaks quickly.

Black: Fuck you all!... Fuck you all!... enjoy this moment of pleasure I gave on our newest Superstar!

Then he processed to stomp on Dick on a few times until his theme starts to play and leaves the ring with fans booing him.

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Nova Sin - vs - "Lucky No. 7" Carson Waters X-treme Rules

One For the Money plays as boos circle the arena and Nova makes her way out onto the start of the ramp. With a smile she kisses her hand and turns to smack her ass as red lights flash above her. The boos grow and she turns to walk down to the ring. Once reaching the outside of the ring she jumps onto the side and puts her hands on the top rope while she faces the ramp, she then flips over the top rope backwards and into the ring. Once in the ring she goes to the corner, smiles, then puts her middle finger in the air.

All the lights in the arena dim as the opening percussion of Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO plays quietly. There’s a slow crescendo until the 15 second mark, when the synth riff kicks in and the music blasts over the speakers and the lights begin flashing different colors and “Lucky No. 7” Carson Waters emerges, alongside his “managers” The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger and Miss Fortune, followed by a posse of about seven or eight dudes and dudettes to a massive roar of approval from the crowd. The ensemble makes their way to the ring, dancing and swaying to the music, except for TMaHS, who rolls his eyes and walks normally. At the ringside area, Carson takes off in a sprint around the ring to hype himself up before leaping up onto the apron. Chuckling, he makes his way to a set of turnbuckles and ascends it, raising both arms into the air and holding up seven fingers, a gesture the crowd mimics. He looks over his shoulder and does a backflip into the ring as golden pyro rains down over him.

The bell has rung, and the match is underway, and right from the get-go, Nova Sin is blasted by Carson and “The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger”, who begin to lay down a flurry of boots and punches on Nova Sin, who can’t do anything except cover up in the corner!

JIM ROSS: "Now I don’t agree with this."

BOBBY HEENAN: "There’s nothing the referee can do, J.R. This is X-Treme Rules!"

The referee can only watch as Carson continues to go to work on Nova Sin, who is now being attacked by Miss Fortune! The entire entourage continue to nail Nova Sin with shot after shot, and now… they finally back away, leaving Nova Sin to recuperate in the corner, Carson has a wild grin on his face, which is almost mirrored by the rest of his crew!

Nova Sin is getting up to her feet… and now she’s charging directly for Carson, she’s able to hop on top of him and connect with a few wild, swinging blows, but she is then pulled off by Miss Fortune, and then kicked right in the face! Carson wipes his face and starts laughing hysterically, as Miss Fortune turns around and hands him something… a pair of brass knuckles! Meanwhile, The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger is continuing to land blow after blow into the body, arms, legs and head of Nova Sin, who is balled up in an attempt to reduce the impact of the blows.

JIM ROSS: "This is just unfair, the referee should do something about this!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "It’s not against the rules, unfortunately enough for Nova Sin."

Now Carson has Nova Sin by the hair… and he is pulling back his fist, which now have brass knuckles slotted over the top…!

BOBBY HEENAN: This is going to leave a mark…

Nova Sin is being held down by the rest of the crew, but that doesn’t stop her from using her feet, her right foot arcs up and hits Carson straight in the crown jewels, he doubles over and yells out in pain, before the entourage can react, Nova is able to throw a solid elbow into the face of The Stranger, and then throw Miss Fortune off to the side, and now Nova Sin is in control!

JIM ROSS: "Nova Sin is fighting back here, how valiant!"

She grabs hold of The Stranger and tosses him out of the ring, and not a moment later, Miss Fortune is dealt with in the same manner, Carson on the other hand is still down after the impactful nut-shot, and now Nova Sin is out of the ring… and back inside not a moment later, except now she has a baseball bat in hand!

BOBBY HEENAN: "Looks like Nova Sin is evening the odds a little!"

JIM ROSS: "Damn right she should, Carson and his gang mauled her like a pack of wolves!"

Nova Sin is sizing up Carson, who is only just starting to get back up to his feet, he has a confused look on his face, and is still seething in pain, and right as he turns around…

CRACK!

He’s nailed in the forehead by the baseball bat, which had been swung powerfully by Nova Sin! Carson slumps back down to the canvas, a large gash on the top of his forehead, and blood is now pouring out of the wound and trickling down his face.

JIM ROSS: And just like that, Carson is a bloody mess! He’s bleeding like a stuck pig!

BOBBY HEENAN: That baseball bat definitely did the trick.

Nova Sin dropped the bat almost instantly, and is now right atop of Carson, she’s targeting the cut with ferocity! Landing punch after punch right onto the forehead, soon enough, blood is left all over the mat, and Nova Sin herself has her hands covered in her opponents blood! Now she’s going for the cover!

BOBBY HEENAN: This might be it J.R, Carson is bleeding far too heavily, he might not even be conscious!

The referee slides in to make the count.

ONE!




TWO!




JIM ROSS: "Broken up by “The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger”, who connected with a double axe-handle!"

Nova Sin turns around to look at who stopped her from making the cover, furiously, she gets up to her feet, and looks at The Stranger, who pulls his hand back and throws out a punch, Nova Sin is able to block it off to the side… she picks The Stranger up into a fireman carry, and with incredible strength she hurls the man into a spinning motion… connecting with an F-5!

BOBBY HEENAN: "Incredible! She just flung him halfway across the ring!"

JIM ROSS: "But Carson had time to recover, and now he’s back up to his feet…"

BONGWATER BLAST!

BOBBY HEENAN: "That superkick nearly took Nova Sin’s head off!"

That kick busted open the bottom lip of Nova Sin, and now she too is bleeding! Carson stumbles around for a moment, and then drops down onto the limp Nova Sin, who doesn’t know where she is!

ONE!





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THR-NOT QUITE!

BOBBY HEENAN: "NOVA SIN POWERED OUT AT TWO POINT NINE!"

The Lights of the arena go out, then they come back up in red, we see Nova and Lucky No.7 are surrounded by 4 men wearing hoods and mask and the Symbols of The Lost Souls, we also see Serenity Blood in the ring who hits the REF with a steel chair sending him down to the mat, Both Nova and Lucky No. 7 jump back in shock that the 4 men and Serenity Blood just seemed to appear out of nowhere surrounding them, The four men move towards Nova, Nova gets ready to fight, one of the man goes to grab her, Nova starts punching and kicking him, another one of the men charges at her, and rips Nova off the one she is attacking, the man grabs and locks her into an Inverted head lock. Nova screams out in fear, the other two men help the third one back up to his feet. The fourth man holding Nova in the inverted headlock points to Lucky No. 7, the other three man turn attack Lucky No. 7.

Lucky No. 7 starts fighting off and fighting his way through them, He nails one of the Masked men with a Meat Hock clothesline sending the Lost Souls Disciple off his feet to the ground, Lucky No.7 is then nailed with a Spear by one of the other disciples, Shortly after the third disciple walks over To Lucky No. 7 who is now on the mat in pain, the man looks down at LN7 and takes off his hood and mask Revealing himself as Chris "The Fallen Angel" Blood, He Looks at the other two Disciple with an evil grin of his face, the other two Disciples Grab LN7, and force him to his feet.

Disciple number three grabs Lucky No. 7 and whips him towards the ropes, LN7 bounces off the ropes back toward the Disciples and they nail LN7 with a High Low. The Forth Masked man looks down at Nova and rips off his hood and mask revealing himself as Scythe, he then drops Nova down into the Nightmare Drop. Chris looks down at Lucky No.7 and grabs him forcing him to his feet once again…..

Scythe: NO CHRIS STOP!!!

Chris stops and looks at Scythe, as Scythe points to the downed Nova who all of the sudden jumps up to her Feet, Chris tilts his head in awe and gets and steps aside, then motions towards LN7, Nova walks up to Lucky No.7 and she leans into him grabbing his chin looking into his eyes as she spits into his face..........

Nova: I told you I had friends.

Wait a minute! The crowd pops as the camera pans away from the ring and towards the entryway where Bruce Blingsteen and Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson are now standing. The two men are playing to the crowd a little bit. The crowd is loving it and giving it right back to the two men. They both slowly walk down to the ring, slapping some fans hands as they go. It looks like Bruce might have even kissed a babies head like he were the Pope or something.

The two men reach the end of the entry way and then take up a position acting as a barrier between the ring and the entrance incase any shenanigans were to go on. But who are they there to protect? Nova Sin referenced some friends in her first promo, or could these two men have banded together with another newcomer in Carson Waters?

The two men rush the ring and clear it out completely! Bruce and Flynn are knocking the ever loving shit out of The Lost Souls! Finally things have evened up. Bruce and Flynn clear the ring, taking the fight with gothic gang out of the ring, leaving Nova Sin and Carson in the ring.

Nova and Waters get up around the same time, while the fight rages on outside. Carson crouches down a little, waiting for Nova Sin to come towards him and...

BAM!

JIM ROSS: "Bongwater Blast!!!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Awful name."

Carson kicks the gothic make up off of Nova's face and she falls to the ground. Carson runs to the ropes and leaps off with a double rotation Moonsault!

JIM ROSS: "TRIPLE 7'S! TRIPLES 7'S!"

The ref slides in for the count, Bruce and Flynn hold off the Lost Souls on the outside.

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Winner: "Lucky No. 7" Carson Waters

The match is now over Carson Waters has taken the victory but it looks like things are just getting started. Bruce Blingsteen and Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson both climb into the ring. They take a glance over at Carson Waters and then Nova Sin, really studying her for a second or two before turning their attention back to Carson Waters.

Flynn reaches down through the ring ropes and politely asks the ring announcer for a microphone while Bruce and Carson exchange a handshake.

Flynn taps the microphone to make sure that it still works and once he's satisfied that it does he hands the microphone over to Carson.

Ayyyyy, what’s up?

The crowd pops loudly. So loud in fact, that Carson has to motion for them to settle down. He clears his throat.

You might be wondering why my homies Bruce Blingsteen and Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson are out here with me. I could draw this out but let me be clear. We’re the captains now. Brick Squad is up in this bizznitch and we’re taking over. Ain’t that right guys?

Carson holds the mic out for one of his squadmates to grab.

”Yeah hoes, and we bringin' that bullshit.”

Bruce hands the mic back over to Carson who attempts to give it to FACE but he declines.

"Bruce Blingsteen, man of few words. It's Brick Squad's time. You all are on notice."

Warfare fades to commercial.

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Dick Powers is seen walking backstage dabbing himself with a towel when he spots the newly announced Brick Squad. Dick smiles and waves the boys over.

"Sup dudes! Carson man, just saw your match. Good stuff bro and you 2! Kicking those emo posers asses, loved every minute of it! And, I gotta say, Dick Squad. I'm flattered."

Brick Squad look among themselves until Carson speaks up.

"It's Brick Squad actually."

Dick nods not really paying much attention.

"Yeah sweet! Anyway I am in! You guys make a Dick fan club, and Dick powers his way in!"

Carson holds up a finger and Brick Squad turn away for a quick strategy meeting. After a few seconds they turn back to Dick.

"Okay, you're in."

Dick fist pumps.

"First rule of Brick Squad.. Got any pot?"

Dick chuckles to himself.

"Fuck yeah I do, let's party!"

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Cain - vs - Luna Hightower Street Fight Match takes place somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia No pins, No tap outs, K.O only

BOBBY HEENAN: Now… we have a Street Fight scheduled! Cain against Luna Hightower, and we have a referee standing in the middle of an Atlanta Street… but neither competitor can be seen!

JIM ROSS: What is going on, Bobby? We’ve been waiting almost a minute now, and nothing to be seen, where could they have gone?

Just now, we can see a silhouette of a figure rounding a corner… and it’s Luna Hightower, but she is being held in the iron grip of… CAIN!

BOBBY HEENAN: Cain is in full control of Luna, and now Cain is…

JIM ROSS: He’s running straight toward a garbage can, he’s about to slam Luna right into it!

That would’ve happened, had Luna not be able to send a stiff elbow into the jaw of Cain, and then another… and another!

It took three well placed elbows to force Cain to relinquish his grip of Luna, who now ran over to the garbage can with no hesitation… and took the lid off the top! With the garbage can lid in hand, she turns around to use it on Cain!

But Cain with a strong kick! The kick knocked the lid right back into the face of Luna, and sent her staggering back, she is instantly down to the concrete beneath her, and now it’s Cain’s turn to grab the lid… and now he’s lifting it up over his head, and bringing it down into a vicious arc downward.

JIM ROSS: Luna dodged! She rolled out of the way just in the nick of time.

Cain didn’t seem deterred, as he went back to the evasive Luna, but before he could even throw another strike, he received a solid dropkick to the knee, which send him down to one knee! He looked up at the defiant Luna, who then slapped him right in the face!

BOBBY HEENAN: Such disrespect! Cain isn’t looking to happy about that!

JIM ROSS: You may be right, Bobby. Cain has her by the throat, with both hands!

Cain is holding Luna by both hands, and now he’s running with Luna in hand… and tossing her into a brick wall! The back of her head and back crashes off the wall in a spine crunching impact, and she falls to the floor, nearly landing face first.

JIM ROSS: She’s not moving, Bobby. I think this might be it.

BOBBY HEENAN: Her head bounced off the wall pretty hard, Jim. You may be right.

The referee is forcing Cain to back away, and now he’s checking up on the wounded Luna, who is still barely moving after being tossed into the brick wall.

But there is now movement! Luna is pushing her hand into the pavement beneath her, and is barely starting to push herself at. She has a faraway look in her eye, but the referee is moving back away, and letting Cain know that the match is still on!

JIM ROSS: The match will continue! Great work by Luna to get back up after that sickening impact.

Cain is already back on top of Luna, and has her back up to her feet. He’s locked her up into what looks like it’s going to be… YES! A German Suplex, Cain is lifting Luna up, and is about to throw her backward… but Luna flipped over it, and landed on her feet… and now she has flipped the tables. She has Cain by the back of the head…

BOBBY HEENAN: And a nice neckbreaker by Luna Hightower, and Cain landed right on the trash can lid that he had dropped earlier!

The trash can lid had a huge dent in it, courtesy of Cain’s head, which came off with an astounding impact. But Cain had already began to get back to his feet, but it didn’t stay that way for long…

BOBBY HEENAN: And Luna Hightower with a low blow!

Cain held down onto his crotch in agony, yet he still remained standing! Luna looked surprised, but then reached back down into the trash can… and pulled out a piece of plywood!

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

A shot into the stomach, a shot into the back, and then a shot to the jaw! Luna cracked the piece of plywood against Cain thrice. And he fell right back down to the concrete beneath him, and now it was his turn to be checked on by the referee, who forced Luna to back away and look down at the unresponsive Cain.

JIM ROSS: Cain is already starting to get back up to his feet! How is this even possible?

BOBBY HEENAN: I don’t know, Jim. But I think Luna is asking the same question!

Luna looked surprised, but she went right back to work, as she sized-up the recovering Cain, who stooped back up to his feet…

HELL FIRE KICK! (360 Spin Hook Kick)

JIM ROSS: That kick landed right off the jaw, and Cain’s head snapped back from the impact!

BOBBY HEENAN: But he’s STILL standing, Jim! This man can’t be stopped!

Luna is already running back over to the staggering Cain… and she’s leaping up into the air, looking for something big…

CAUGHT BY CAIN!

Cain is holding Luna up into the air… and now he’s slinging her over his shoulder, and running right over the street…!

And he slams Luna right onto the hood of a car, instantly denting in the hood, and smashing some of the windscreen!

But he doesn’t let go of her, Cain is lifting her up once again… AND HE SLAMS HER RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN!

JIM ROSS: That’s incredible, he just sent her craning through the windscreen! There’s no way she’ll be getting up from this.

BOBBY HEENAN: She may not have to, Jim. Cain is already picking her back up, out of the wreckage!

Cain now has Luna once again, he’s got one large hand wrapped over her skull… and now he sends her face smashing right through a car window! The glass shatters straight away, and the cuts on Luna’s face appear just as quickly. Cain, still supporting the now dead weight off Luna, gives her an uppercut for good measure, and then leaves her lying on the concrete. The referee is once again in position, keeping Cain away from Luna, who is not moving an inch!

The referee is looking over Luna…

Luna still isn’t responding…

Wait, there’s movement! She’s bringing up her hand… as she rolls over onto one side…

And she’s waving away the referee! The referee looks hesitant to continue the match, but he has no choice! He backs away, leaving Cain to once again jump right on top of Luna!

BOBBY HEENAN: LUNA WITH ANOTHER LOW BLOW!

Cain backed away in agony, holding onto his crotch once again, giving Luna time to get back up to her feet… and when she does… she charges right over at Cain, her face a crimson mask! She leaps up into the air, wraps her legs around Cain’s head, and then…

HURRICANRANA! Cain is sent flying over to the sidewalk, where he very nearly goes flying through a department store window…

But Luna is relentless! She’s charging right back over at Cain… and now she tackles him through the glass window leading into the
department store! She and Cain both go flying through the window, and once the referee is over there to check on the two competitors…

Neither of them are moving! Both Luna and Cain are down, but it appears to be Luna who is getting up to her feet first… but Cain isn’t too far behind, both stagger up to their feet… and Luna leaps right up to Cain, locks her arm around his head and…

A FLYING DDT INTO A TABLE!

Cain’s forehead slams off the corner of a wooden table, and a deep cut is opened up, blood beginning to spew out steadily from the deep wound. Lana’s back also slammed hard into the wooden table, and she too laid on the wooden floor of the department store, the referee seemed to have no idea what to do, the two competitors laid motionless!

JIM ROSS: This is a battle of wills! Who will make it up to their feet first to capitalize?

Cain gets to his knees but Luna with inhuman quickness kips up and rushes Cain with a roar!

JIM ROSS: "DIM MAK!!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "DEATH TOUCH!!"

Luna his the Dim Mak aka the Death Touch on Cain! The powerful palm strike takes the wind out of Cain and he falls motionless onto the floor. Hightower breathes heavily and kicks Cain's leg. No response. She laughs to herself and leaves Cain on the ground.

Winner: Luna Hightower

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Ark of the Covenant Title Reeve Alexandra Gordon as Kruzifix © - vs - Hero Xtreme 7.9 - vs - Bruce Blingsteen Towering Inferno Match Match takes place high above the ring on scaffolding, tables on fire are below them Last man standing on the scaffolding is the winner

Kruzifix is already standing on top of the scaffolding when Warfare fades in from commercial.

A bloody casket with purple skulls lowers from the rafters suddenly the wire snaps and it crashes into the ring. The casket explodes into confetti and then Hero Xtreme 7.9's music starts playing and a bunch of poultry walk out onto the ramp. Hero follows them with an axe and tries to chop their heads off. Any of the turkeys he manages to kill are given to kids in the audience.

Kanye by The Chainsmokers plays through the arena and Bruce rides out on a segway, pumping his arms. He wheels his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the ringside fans on his way. Once he reaches the ring he hops from the segway onto the apron and springboards into the ring and raises his arms as the fans cheer.

All three men stood upon the scaffolding, and each of them looked ready to go! At the start of the bell, they all ran into the middle of the scaffolding, which for the moment, kept them safe from being throw into flaming table hell that lay beneath them!

JIM ROSS: And here we go! All three men are in the middle of the scaffolding, which should be where they would hopefully remain for the rest of the match!

BOBBY HEENAN: It’s going to end one way or another, Jim. And I really want to watch a guy get caught on fire!

JIM ROSS: You’re really sick, Bobby. You know that?

BOBBY HEENAN: Never mind that, Jim. Bruce already taking control early in the match!

Although shorter than the rest of the competition, Bruce gained control early by landing a solid dropkick on Hero X-Treme, which sent him stumbling back for a moment, Bruce quickly got back up, and landed a nice kick into the mid-section of Kruzifix, which gave Bruce time to set up for a Tilt-A-Whirl Arm Drag! Which landed perfectly, Kruzifix landed hard on his back, which left him lying on the scaffolding, meanwhile Hero X-Treme got back into the fray, and landed a solid punch off the face off Bruce, before scooping him up and hitting him with a nicely executed Exploder Suplex!

BOBBY HEENAN: And a nice Exploder Suplex by Hero, and now he can start to go to work!

JIM ROSS: Indeed, although it’ll only take one error from anyone in the match for it to be over!

Hero grabbed down onto Bruce, and picked him back up, and right away began to get set up for a powerbomb, he locked Bruce up, and lifted him up, and now… he’s running toward the edge of the scaffolding, he’s going to throw Bruce off the edge into the fiery table hell beneath them!

JIM ROSS: Bruce may very well have been killed had Kruzifix not interfered!

BOBBY HEENAN: You’re right, Jim. Although Hero is looking pretty annoyed after being knocked down to the scaffolding!

True to word, Hero stood up, and he didn’t look happy at all, a scowl formed over him, and he gripped down onto Kruzifix, who couldn’t resist the power of the much large Hero, who picked him up… and hit him with a powerbomb instead! The back slammed off the scaffolding hard, and Kruzifix yelled out in pain.

But that didn’t stop Bruce from returning into the action, he leapt up onto the head and neck of Hero, locked each leg around, and flipped him over, connecting with a wonderful hurracanrana! Leaving Hero stunned and Kruzifix down, Bruce has got the opportunity to throw either one of them over!

JIM ROSS: Bruce is smartly going for the much smaller and lighter Kruzifix, who is still down after that HUGE powerbomb!

Bruce grabs down onto Kruzifix by the hair… and now he’s lifting him up to his feet… he’s got him up, and now beginning to drag him over to the edge of the scaffolding… Kruzifix receives a stiff punch into the forehead, but he returns fire with a sharp elbow into the jaw! Which sends Bruce staggering backward.

Bruce isn’t backing down though, he runs right back up to the slightly taller Kruzifix, leaps up… and nails him with a flying knee! Now Kruzifix is almost starting to teeter on the edge…

JIM ROSS: No, wait a moment, Kruzifix is barely keeping balance… he’s recovered! Nicely done.

Bruce heard something behind him, and he turned around… only to eat a huge boot to the face from Hero X-Treme!

BOBBY HEENAN Holy crap! A yakuza kick from out of nowhere! He got him right in the mouth with that one.

Sure enough, he did nail Bruce right in the mouth, which caused blood to start seeping out of the mouth, escaping the lips. Bruce coughed up more blood, as he laid down, sprawled out across the scaffolding, but Hero X-Treme isn’t done… now he’s over at Kruzifix’s position! And he’s got him up…

JIM ROSS: PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! And I think that might be it for Kruzifix, that move must’ve hurt!

BOBBY HEENAN: Hurt? It might have broke Kruzifix’s neck! He’s not just hurt, Jim.

Hero went back and forth between the two men for a moment, before an evil grin spread over his face, he walked over to Bruce, and dragged him toward Kruzifix… he then lifted up both men, and… WOW!

BOBBY HEENAN: HERO IS HOLDING BOTH MEN UP ABOVE HIS HEAD… IN POWERBOMB POSITION, NONETHELESS.

JIM ROSS: What a display of sheer power and brute force!

Slowly but surely, Hero, with both men over the top of him, walked over to the edge of the scaffolding… but before he could get to the edge and throw the two men downward in the flaming hell beneath them… Bruce and Kruzifix began to fight back! Each man began to land strikes onto the forehead of Hero, and he dropped them both while staggering backward!

JIM ROSS: All three men are now circling back around into the middle of the scaffolding! This could go either way, it’s anyone’s game!

Kruzifix rushes towards Bruce but with quick reflexes Bruce takes a hit off the vaporizer concealed in his pocket and blows the weed smoke into his opponent’s face, temporarily blinding him! Kruzifix holds his eyes in pain and goes dangerously close to the edge. Hero seizes the opputunity and sprints and goes for a dropkick on Blingsteen but Bruce catches Hero's feet! The God falls on his back but Bruce keeps hold and swings Hero into Kruzifix! He's off the scaffolding and crashes into the tables below!

Bruce keeps swinging Hero and releases him, Hero goes flying off the scaffolding and misses the tables completely and crashes onto the outside in a heap. Bruce quickly realizes what he's done and raises his hands in victory as his music plays and the crowd goes wild!

Winner and NEW Ark of the Convenant Champion: Bruce Blingsteen

Bruce's music is cut short as Matthew Oaktree and Gabrielle House walks onto the ramp. House raises a mic to his mouth.

"Bruce, Bruce! Sorry to interrupt but my good friend and fellow General Manager here thought it would be a funny joke to put the Ark up for grabs. I regret to announce that the Ark is defunct, and has been for a while. I apologize but you are not the new Ark Champion."

Bruce sighs a little as Oaktree raises his microphone.

"Sorry kid, but we have even better news for you. Due to you pinning Unknown Soldier, ladies and gentleman allow me to introduce your NEW X-Treme Champion, Bruce Blingsteen!"

The crowd roars as the X-Treme Championship belt drops form the ceiling in front of Bruce, he takes the gold with a huge smile and the Warfare GMs go backstage as Bruce's music kicks up again and he continues to celebrate.

Winner and NEW Ark of the Convenant X-Treme Champion: Bruce Blingsteen

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#1 Contender to the Intercontinental Championship Austin Fernando - vs - Peter Gilmour Singles Match, One Fall

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. 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.

The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then hear the eerie sounds of a bell being tolled and then an explosion of fire emitting from the entrance ramp. The beginning of SICK LIKE ME by IN THIS MOMENT begins as the heavy guitar riffs kick in and red strobes dance around the stage. As soon as the verse kicks in, we see Peter Gilmour and his lovely queen Maria Brink #2 come out to the ramp. They smile at each other before going down the ramp hand in hand. Peter bobs his head to the song. They get in the ring together and Peter gets on the turnbuckle and throws up an "X" sign as pyro goes off above the ring. Peter hops down and hugs Maria as they wait his next victim.

The bell sounds and the two men leave their corner for the center of the ring. Peter raises his hand as if going for a test of strength. Austin looks at it and scoffs before nailing Peter with a left hand! Peter backs up a few steps and looks outraged at the strike. Austin just shakes his head and rushes at Peter in a boxing stance. Peter looks flabbergasted by this formation and just elects to put himself between the top and middle ropes.

Bobby Heenan: “Smart move! You weren’t ready after that coward’s shot!”

Jim Ross: “How is it cowardly? This is a wrestling match. They’re supposed to wrestle.”

Bobby Heenan: “Not with close-handed shots like that, they aren’t!”


Austin charges forward, but the referee admonishes him and pulls him back. The referee moves out of the way and Peter charges him with a clothesline! Which Austin reverses into a spinning neckbreaker! Peter bounces up quickly, looking peeved, and charges again, but Austin punches him in the gut before hitting a snap suplex.

Bobby Heenan: “This just isn’t fair, JR.”

Jim Ross: “What’s not fair? Austin winning?”

Bobby Heenan: “No, he should be winning! He outweighs Peter by almost 100 lbs! How do you not win when you weigh 350 lbs and your opponent weighs 260?!”

Jim Ross: “You don’t seriously believe that Austin weighs 350 lbs, do you?”

Bobby Heenan: “Why wouldn’t I? He’s an honest man. No bias there!”


Austin gloats about the ring for a few minutes as Peter gets to his feet. He rushes over to Peter in his boxing stance, and Peter catches him with a blow to the ribs! Austin loses his focus for just a moment too long as Peter grabs him, lifts him up, and drives him back down with a Samoan Drop!

Gilly is rubbing his hands together as he walks towards the prone Austin. Austin is on his stomach as Gilly lifts his head and brings it back down for a huge smash into the mat. He raises him up and continues to do it some more! Gilly stands over Austin and pulls him up into a Camel Clutch position. There he begins bringing clubbing blows to the ears of Austin!


Bobby Heenan: “Now that’s one way to get water out of his ears. What a nice guy Peter is.”

Jim Ross: “Somehow I don’t think that’s the intention of those shots.”

Bobby Heenan: “That’s because you’re a cynic, JR.”


Austin looks stunned and in pain!

Gilmour throws him to the mat and raises his arms up as the crowd begins to boo him heavily. He walks over to Austin, but Austin kicks him in the gut giving him enough space to get to his feet. The two stare off as Peter looks downright pissed off.

They lock up for the first time and Austin wrenches his arm. He pulls Gilmour to the corner where Austin climbs the turnbuckle. He leaps off while wrapping his legs around the arm of Gilmour in the process. They hit the ground and Austin has an armbar connected! Gilly tries desperately to connect his hands and is successful!

Gilly rolls Austin onto his back and gets to his feet. The referee begins to count down Austin!

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No, Fernando rolls his shoulder up. Peter sets his feet and begins to lifffffffffffffffftttttt!

He liffffffffffffftttttssss Austin straight up into the air and pulls him into a fireman’s carry! He dumps him over onto the ground with a thud. He follows this up by running off the ropes and nailing a leg drop. He stands up, bounces off the ropes again and nails another leg drop! He tries for a third, but AUSTIN gets up! He leaps into the air and catches the returning Peter with a Jumping DDT!


Bobby Heenan: “Ouch! Is that legal, JR?!”

Jim Ross: “As legal as a headlock.”

Bobby Heenan: “I think he should be disqualified. REF! Check him for steroids!”

Jim Ross: “Sit down Bobby!”


Peter’s head goes crashing into the mat! Austin quickly rolls him over!

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NO! Peter rolled a shoulder up!

Austin looks dejected as he thought he had him there. He gets up and looks focused. Peter slowly gets up to his feet looking groggy. As Peter stands, Austin runs for The Revelation! But he slows down as he begins holding his ribs.

Jim Ross: “That shot from earlier must have caused more damage than initially thought.”

Bobby Heenan: “Yeah I guess so, SUPERKICK!”

Austin hits the ground as Peter had taken advantage of the situation. Peter smiles and looks down on Fernando. He rears back and kicks Austin in the ribs at the precise point where the pain had been. Austin falls over and is trying his best to hide the area. Peter becomes incensed! He leaps onto him and begins pounding away at the spot! Austin is crying out in agony, but Peter isn’t relenting!

Peter stands up tall and smirks at the fallen Austin. He hits the ropes and comes down with a dead-set elbow drop onto the injured ribs of Austin. Peter quickly wraps him up for the win!

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THRE-NO! Austin just baaaaaaaarely kicked out!

Peter Gilmour looks irritated, but confident at the same time. He lifts Austin up onto his shoulder and nails a powerslam. Austin hits the ground hard, but Peter pulls him up instantly. He kicks him in the gut and pulls him into the powerbomb position. Peter smiles and licks his lips. He wraps the arms of Austin and…




ENDGAME!


Jim Ross: “PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! He might be broken in half!”

Bobby Heenan: “That’ll teach ‘em!”


Austin is laid out and Peter smiles largely. He pins Austin and the referee gets into position.

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Bobby Heenan: “Goodnight.”






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Bobby Heenan: “See ya later!”











THREE-NO! HE KICKED OUT!

Bobby Heenan: “WHAT?!”

Jim Ross: “What a marvel this Austin Fernando is! He’s a true fighter!”

Bobby Heenan: “It’s magic, JR! It has to be some sort of Voodoo!”

Jim Ross: “Oh be quiet! Austin just has a fire that cannot be doused!”


Peter is livid! He gets up and begins stomping around the ring. He corners the referee and begins shouting profanities in his face as the referee cowers in fear of the enraged monster. Peter turns around and begins to move back to Austin when….


KIP UP!


Austin Fernando is back up on his feet! He looks at Peter while holding his ribs and begins smiling. He begins stretching left and right and pats the spot.

Bobby Heenan: “He was faking it?!”

Jim Ross: “What a strategy by Austin! He took Peter’s best move AND had him targeting his ribs which weren’t even injured!”

Bobby Heenan: “HE WAS FAKING IT?!?!”


Peter is now pulling at his hair as he sees this. He charges towards Austin who ducks his clothesline and hits the ropes on the other side. Peter turns around just in time for THE REVELATION! The slingblade attack sends Peter down to the mat. Peter bounces up looking dazed and confused. Austin kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for IDENTITY CRISIS! The backbreaker on his knee is turned into a neckbreaker that floors Peter Gilmour.

Austin gets to his feet and looks ready. He makes an ‘A’ with his hands and is motioning for the end! Peter slowly gets to his feet and turns into…


END OF THE RO-

NO! Peter slips out of it after Austin lifted him up for the suplex part. Peter chops Austin and grabs him for…


THE INFECTI-


NO! Austin slides out of that one!

Peter turns around and receives two kicks to both legs bringing him down to his knees. This is followed by two stiff kicks to the chest! Austin takes a few steps back, takes a deep breath, and then rushes forward connecting the fifth right under the chin of Peter snapping his head back in a most painful way!



FATAL FINALE!



Peter isn’t moving! Austin goes for the pinfall!


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Bobby Heenan: “This can’t be the end!”











THREE!

Winner: Austin Fernado

Austin celebrates in the ring but his music is cut short and Don't Speak by Eagles of Death Metal plays as Matthew Oaktree walks onto the ramp with a microphone in hand. He holds a hand up and his music fades out as he raises the mic to his mouth.

"Austin, good job son. Now I'm just going to talk to Peter for a moment, so hold on a moment. Peter, now when The Firm was a force, when Ozymandias was the top dog, when we needed Mr. Warfare. You were our guy. But, times change and they change quickly. The Firm is no longer, Ozymandias is sadly not a part of Warfare, and there's a new top dog who doesn't need or want Mr. Warfare. With the recent changes, we look to the future of Warfare and I see the future in Austin Fernando. So, to be quick and clear about it, Peter, my apologies but you're no longer needed, you are no longer Mr. Warfare. Austin, you are the future of Warfare and what we need right now. Congratulations."

Austin smiles as his music kicks back up and Oaktree applauds him on the ramp.

JIM ROSS: "Austin Fernando is the Future of Warfare! What an announcement."

BOBBY HEENAN: "And Peter looks pissed!"

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The Xtron fizzles to scene from Lethal Lottery 3:

0:05
Leader: Karl Cross



JIM ROSS:: But wait! Dylan George stumbles out of the corner! He collapses right on top of Lucius Fyre!!!!


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WHAT!?!!?


JIM ROSS:: SAM broke it up!!! SAM broke up the pin!!!! What the hell did he do that for? What difference did it make to him?

JOEY STYLES: I don’t think he had his bearings, JR, he was running on instinct!

JIM ROSS:: Well Dylan George is mighty displeased with SAM right now!!! This match is over, we have a new number one contender to the X-Treme Championship in Karl Cross, but SAM and Dylan George are still throwing hands in the middle of the ring!

JOEY STYLES: We need security in there to break this up! These guys need to settle their business another time!





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Winner: Karl Cross




The image fades out to a dark room where we hear a familiar voice:

“It’s said that the phoenix must first burn before it emerges…”

A moment of silence… The Nightmare then emerges onto the screen



“You’ve made your bed S.A.M, yet you’re nowhere to be found… your sheets have been bleached and tucked tight around the mattress, your pillow fluffed, your comforter pulled back, and you’re not lying in it S.A.M. Is it the fear of the inevitable Nightmare that’s awaiting you? I’m beckoning you S.A.M, come gather your rest, you need it dearly now more than ever. Why continue to trudge this woeful world hiding from the impending truths that we ALL must face?”

“So at Lethal Lottery you decided to take the high road… were you afraid to follow the darkened path of destiny that the XWF is on crash course for? The path of The Nightmare? So afraid that you made damn sure that another mundane, ‘I babble the same ol’ bullshit’ superstar like Karl Cross would win and be fed to Unknown Soldier?

The match was mine S.A.M… but you’re now learning that wins and losses aren’t something that concerns me, you see what your actions at Lethal Lottery has proven, aside from your blatant stupidity, is that the road to destiny’s conclusions are ever changing- you’ve only rerouted my path of destruction.

You can hide for now S.A.M, but it’s indeed only a mere matter of time before you’ll rear that head of yours out from the shadows of fear and face your consequences. You see failure is my teacher, not my undertaker. Failure is but my delay, not my defeat… every adversity, every failure, every heartache carries a seed of benefit. You’ve awoken a new wrath within me, and the entire XWF roster has no one to blame but you S.A.M. This is my message… until S.A.M returns, there will be a path of dread, death and destruction laid in my wake.

You will all the first victim of this onslaught come next week…
the burning phoenix has emerged…"

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Tag Team Championship Defiance Gator & Justin Sane © - vs - Maverick & Scully Tag Team Match

Symphony of Destruction starts to play, and smoke pours into the arena, giving an ominous feeling. Maverick comes out, taunting the crowd every step of the way. After Maverick hops into the ring, he relaxes on a turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start, going on a turnbuckle facing his opponent if entering second, going on a turnbuckle facing the entrance ramp

The arenas lights go red and "Let's Get " by Black Eyed Peas blares out of the P.A System. After about 40 seconds The Scull Meister finally steps out on to stage with his XWF Championship belt around his waist. There is a mixed reaction from the fans. Scully looks around and smirks. XWF'S resident gives the thumbs up and waves at the fans. He walks down the ramp giving the fans the thumbs up, walking up to random adults and children saying 'Friend'. He walks up the steps, waving and walks along the ring apron. He turns to look at the fans with a smirk across his face. He then jump over the top rope in to the ring but trips into the ring. Scull gets up, brushes himself off and then walks over to the far turn buckle. He climbs to the top. Holds his hands in the air and puts both thumbs up, before waving once more. The Scully Meister then jumps down and starts doing star jumps. His music fades out.

The opening riff of "Titan" by Skylar Cahn hits the PA system. The stage fills with a low-covering layer of smoke as the main lights dim and are instead replaced with flickering sapphire blue and white lights centered on the stage and entrance ramp. Justin Sane slowly walks out from behind the curtain, hands at his sides, clenching and un-clenching his fists whilst rolling his neck. He approaches the top of the ramp and looks out and the crowd with a smirk on his face. After gazing around the XWF arena, his gaze lands upon the ring in front of him. He makes his way down the ramp, eyes solely on the ring, a look of intent and purpose in his eyes. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and paces a couple of circles around the ring. Just as the chorus of "Undead" is about to kick in, he strides to the corner, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle before throwing both arms out 90 degrees at his sides and letting out a loud war cry. He jumps down from the turnbuckle, unrivaled intensity in his eyes and stares out at the crowd as "Undead" begins to fade and the lighting returns to normal.

Gardenia by Kyuss plays as Gator walks out, he drops to one knee, with his head down and beats his chest 3 times,on the 3rd chest beat Gator quickly stands raising his arm as his stage pyro goes off. Gator then walks slowly down the ramp, he slides into ring and climbs one of the corners and points to the Wrestlemania sign. He steps off the turnbuckle and relaxes in the corner, patiently waiting for the ref to start the match.

Maverick and Gator start off the match, looking at each other in the eyes. The crowd starts to chant.

"ICE-MAAAAN" "ICE-MAAAAN" "ICE-MAAAAN"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Now that's just uncalled for."

JIM ROSS: "It's nicer than what I would call this jackass."

The ref signals for the bell and this match is underway. Maverick shakes himself loose and the two men circle each other and grab each for a collar and elbow lock up. Gator reels back and pushes Maverick to the ground. Mav quickly rolls to his feet as Gator eggs him on, Maverick sprints for a clothesline but Gator ducks underneath his arm and grabs around Maverick's waist and throws him with a huge German Suplex! The crowd pops as Gator quickly gets back to his feet and looks at Maverick getting back to his knees.

Gator walks to Mav, who tries to strike but Gator blocks the hit and knees Maverick in the face. Gator quickly grabs Maverick and another German Suplex! Gator kips up, he's basically toying with Maverick at this point. Mav spits on the mat and gets back to his feet as Gator jogs in place, laughing at Mav. Gator rushes Maverick and goes for another German but Maverick follows through this time and flips himself over, landing on his feet. Gator turns around and receives a kick to his baby gator!

JIM ROSS: "What a low down dirty move from Maverick!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "But grabbing a man from behind and throwing him is respectful?"

JIM ROSS: "Well.."

Maverick quickly moves to Gator and drops him with a DDT. Maverick grabs Gator in a headlock and gets to his feet still holding Gator, Maverick sets up Gator for a suplex but Gator rolls Maverick into a pin! The ref slides in for the count

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Kickout at 2! Maverick and Gator separate from each other and roll back to their feet, immediately locking back up. Gator hits Maverick with a stiff knee to the stomach and lifts Maverick high into the air and drops him with a Flapjack and transitioning into an ankle lock! Maverick's in pain, he's reaching for the ropes but they're too far! Scully is hanging over the ropes extending his hand as far his little limbs can manage.

Maverick is edging closer and closer to Scully, Gator pulls him back but Maverick keeps trying!

Gator is slowly pulling Maverick back into the middle of the ring… but Maverick kicks up his other foot, pushes off Gator, and rolls through, and now he’s right there at the ropes, next to Scully!

TAG! Scully is now in the match, and he’s looking pumped!

JIM ROSS: And now Scully is proceeding to… slap himself on the head multiples times!

BOBBY HEENAN: Maverick isn’t looking to happy about this at all!

While Scully continues to mess around, Gator walks over to his corner and tags in the fresh Justin Sane!

TAG!

Now Justin Sane is stepping through the middle rope, into the ring, and before wasting another moment, he charges straight forward to the vulnerably Scully, who is now in a yelling match with Maverick, who is still standing on the apron!

Scully is still arguing with Maverick, this is going to be an easy opportunity for Sane to attack!

Scully throws back his hands and elbows like he’s having a fit, right into the oncoming path of Justin Sane, who ends up copping a blow right into the mouth! He staggers backward, and Scully turns around in surprise, not even realizing Sane had been ready to pounce!

BOBBY HEENAN: A lucky hit from Scully just sent Sane flying backward, and now we can see a bit of blood starting to form around the mouth area.

Blood began to pour steadily out of Justin Sane’s mouth, which left him stunned for a moment, allowing Scully to take advantage!

He leaps up off the mat, extends his feet, and lands them right into the chest area of Sane, who falls to the mat after being hit with a solid dropkick! Scully rebounds off the mat himself, and Sane is slowly getting back up to his feet, but he’s still looking a bit wobbly… and now Scully wraps him up into a front face-lock…. drops down… DDT!

JIM ROSS: Scully just planted Sane with a nice DDT!

BOBBY HEENAN: Indeed, and now Scully with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick-Out by Sane at two.

JIM ROSS: In the corner, we can see Maverick desperately waiting to get tagged in.

Scully is looking over to the corner, where Maverick is standing with an out-stretched hand, but he is completely ignoring him! Instead, he’s picking up Justin Sane by the hair… then he pulls Sane’s arm over his shoulder, grabs the leg, picks him up, sends him swinging around…

BOBBY HEENAN: Nice! An Angle Slam from Scully! Sane might be down for the count!

JIM ROSS: Scully wastes a bit of time before going for the pin, as the crowd is seemingly jeering him.

CROWD: ! ! ! ! !

Scully, distracted for a moment, realizes he’s still in a match, and he goes for the pinfall!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NOT QUITE! Sane able to power out of it at two and a half.

Now Scully is backing up into the corner… sizing up Justin Sane… looking for something big.

JIM ROSS: A blind tag from Maverick! And Scully isn’t happy!

Scully and Maverick are now standing in their own corner, Maverick is trying to move forward to get to the injured Sane, but Scully is blocking his path!

BOBBY HEENAN: Scully just shoved Maverick back into the corner! Now both men are looking angry!

Meanwhile on the other end of the ring…

TAG!

JIM ROSS: Sane took advantage of the delay between Maverick and Scully, and now a refreshed Gator is coming back into the ring.

The referee forces Scully to get out of the ring, as Maverick and Gator now circle around the ring once more, in a similar fashion to what they did at the start of the match.

They both lock-up in the centre of the ring, but the bigger and stronger Gator is able to get position much quicker, and is soon behind Maverick… and he connects with a solid neck-breaker! Gator for the cover!





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TW-NO! Maverick powered out early from that one.

Both men began to get up to their feet, but Gator got their first, he grabbed Maverick by the head and began to pick him up…

JIM ROSS: ANOTHER low-blow from Maverick to Gator, and that barely stopped Maverick from be punished with another powerful move!

Gator recoiled backward, as he clutched onto his crown jewels, and Maverick took the opportunity to charge forward, lock onto Gator, and connect with a Belly-To-Belly Suplex, that left both men laid out in the middle of the ring!

BOBBY HEENAN: Both men are in no-man’s land, Jim! What’re they gonna do?

Gator quickly scrambles to his feet and gets the tag on Justin Sane! Gator gets on the apron and takes a breather. Sane rushes Maverick with a lariat but it's dodged! Mav runs over to Gator and hits him with a perfect dropkick! Gator is flung from the apron and smashes his head against the commentator's booth!

JIM ROSS: "By gawd! I think I heard something snap!"

Sane looks to Gator on the outside as Maverick sneaks away behind Sane, and when Justin turns around AGE OF PERFECTION! Sane is out! Maverick considers the pin but looks to Scully holding out his hand bouncing like a child on Christmas. Maverick tags in Scully who goes immediately to the top turnbuckle.

BOBBY HEENAN: "UNTOUCHABLE!!!"

Scully hits the Corkscrew Shooting Star Press and goes for the cover!

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Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: Maverick and Scully

The two celebrate in the ring as Scully's music plays and they are handed the Tag Team titles.

The Pest walks to the ring, he lifts Justin Sane up by his hair and plants him with a I'm the King of Disorder and moves to Gator stirring on the outside, holding his neck in pain. He grabs Gator and delivers a Black Label Driver before moving to Scully. Scully drops to his knees and looks at Pest.

"Please sir, please don't rape me. Please don't kill me. I'm just a boy!"

Pest:Quiet, Michael. I have come to announce something. You, Michael, and that half dead simpleton, Maverick, will be joining me. Along with two others. You know them as Muddy Waters and Goat face Killa. We will be here, and we will handle what I deem worth handling. For starters, Thunderbolt.

The Pest lifts Scully to his feet and they go to exit but are stopped by the music that plays through the arena.

"We Dem Boyz" by Whiz Khalifa hits the airwaves accompanied by the following image on the XWFtron...


The crowd begins to cheer wildly. Men are cheering, some booing. Kids are going crazy. Women are removing their clothes and throwing them at the quartet of Carson Waters, Bruce Blingsteen, Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson and Dick Powers as they calmly walk down to the ring. Once there the three men look over at the tag team champs. Carson calls for a mic and a few seconds later is handed one by the ring announcer.

Hey, champs. Hi, uh remember us? Yeah yeah of course you do anyway there’s one thing wrong with this whole situation and that is that those tag titles aren’t around the waists of the best team up in here. Here’s the deal. You two, Flynn and I. Two weeks, titles on the line. Unless you’re scared.

Brick Squad's theme plays again and the four walk to the back as the crowd showers them with cheers. Leaving the others in the ring and Gator still on the outside.

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MAIN EVENT Intercontinental Championship Sebastian Duke © - vs - Hysteria Singles Match, 2 out of 3 falls

JIM ROSS: “Folks, its time for the main event, and tonight, its a big one, Brain.”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “It's the Intercontinental Championship, JR! For so many years, only the best of the best held on to that title! That lineage continues here in the XWF!”



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Warfare fans.... ARE YOU READY?”



The fans come alive.



JIM ROSS: “These fan are coming unglued, Brain!”



MICHAEL BUFFER: “I said... ARRRE.... YOOUUUU.... RRRRRRRRRRREADY?”



The Warfare fans bring the noise.



BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “It's definitely got a big match feel to it, JR!”



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Then! For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the world.... ladies and gentlemen.... LLLLLLLLLETS GET RRRREADY TO RRRRRUMBBBBBLLLLLEEEE!”



Three bursts of pyro explode all over the arena.

”Come Little Children” by Erutan plays.

JIM ROSS: “We're about to get it under way here! Here comes the former Identity title holder!”



Deep smoke fills the arena floor. The lights flash between red and black on the fog. Hysteria's back is shown as he ascends through the stage upwards. The music starts. Hysteria turns around and throws his hands up! As he does, flames erupt all along the X-Tron! The entire stage appears to be on fire! Hysteria begins laughing and slowly makes his way down the ramp. As he gets to the ramp, hands begin to reach up and grasp at him. Hysteria moves through them uncaring of their presence. He climbs the stairs and climbs the turnbuckle. He laughs as he raises his hands. Flames erupt from the bottom of the rack above them. The embers trickle down as Hysteria climbs into the ring and stares forward with just a little sinister laughter.

Hysteria hangs back in his corner as the lights dim, then the arena goes black for several seconds.



JIM ROSS: “It's about as cold as death in here, Brain!”

”O Fortuna” by Nevergreen hits.

A bit of a red glow escapes from the bows of the arena as dozens of torch bearers enter the Warfare arena. They surround the entire ring standing just a few feet apart. The torchbearers surround the ring, and line the entrance ramp as O Fortuna fades out. With it, the dim red lighting also fades out...














BOOOMMM!!!



The darkness is finally cut as the X-Tron explodes into flames. From the very top of it, the flames travel out on both sides until they surround the tron. From there, flames explode from the ramp then travel down both sides of the ramp. The flames reach the bottom of the ramp and all four corners of the ring explode with more firey flamages igniting the steel lighting structure above the ring into a kind of ring of fire.

“Sad But True” by Metallica plays.

With the illusion that the entire arena is on fire, Sad But True hits. The flames continue to burn and just after Sad But True's pause near the beginning, Sebastian Duke finally emerges. Not from backstage, but from beneath, as if he's coming from the depths of hell. Once Duke reaches the stage, he makes his way to the ring with an average speed approach, the flames raising and lowering to the beat of the drums in Sad But True.

Duke enters the ring and stares at his opponent as the lights fade up and the music fades out. Duke starts pacing near his corner with the title over his right shoulder, staring at Hysteria, awaiting the introductions.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for the best, two out of three falls! It is for, the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, INTERCONTINENTALLL CHAMPPIONNNSHIIIP!”



The Warfare fans cheer wildly.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “Introducing the challenger. He hails from Parts Unknown. He stands 5 feet, 9 inches tall and weighs in tonight, at 1 hundred 93 and one-third pounds.

“He is the master of the Ink Stain pile driver... Ladies and gentlemen! Tonights challenger... HYSTERRRRIAAAAA!”



Hysteria momentarily come out of his corner and raises his arms, then retreats back to his corner, staring at the champion.



MICHAEL BUFFER: “His opponent. Now residing in Berlin, Germany. He stands 6 feet 8 and three-quarter inches. He weighs in at 2 hundred 98 and one-half pounds.

“He is the master of Darkness Falls Version Two, the Darkest Night, the Code Red and the Soul Shot lariat maneuvers... He is the current, reigning and defending XWF INTERRCONTINENTALLL CHAMPIOONNNN, he is the King of Darkness.... Ladies and gentlemen.... SEBASTIAAAN DUUUUUUKE!”



Duke steps forward, holding the title high. He then lowers the title, and folds in the straps, and hands it over to the referee. The referee holds the title high in the air before stepping across the ring and handing it to the timekeeper.



The two men come to the center of the ring along with the referee as the bell rings. The referee starts to give instruction and asking for a 'good, clean fight' but its too late. Hysteria strikes first with a punch square to the jaw of Sebastian Duke.

The big man staggers back and is then kicked in the side of the knee. Hysteria doesn't let up as he delivers forearm blow after forearm blow to the head of the champion, rocking him back against the ropes. Hysteria initially backs off just to charge toward the champion, Duke drops to the ring mat, bringing the top rope with him and Hysteria spills over the top rope and down to the floor.

Duke climbs back to his feet. He looks over the top and looks at Hysteria as he starts to get back to his feet. The champion runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes. On the rebound, he flies across the ring and gets set to leap over the top, only for the referee to cut him off, stopping him from completing his Suicide Dive attempt much to the chagrin of the fans at Warfare.

Duke is angered by the referee's interference and Duke grabs the referee by the throat, much to the delight of the crowd. The referee warns a disqualification, and Duke decides to shove the referee down to the mat, popping the crowd a bit. Duke doesn't take his eyes off the referee initially as he starts to walk back toward the side of the ring containing Hysteria. Duke finally turns his head around just in time to see a flying Hysteria hit him with a cross body block!

Duke hits the mat with Hysteria on top of him, and Hysteria hooks the leg!

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JIM ROSS: “Hysteria! With a two count on the Intercontinental Champion!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Well, had it been a three count, we would have heard the bell!”

JIM ROSS: “.....”



Hysteria makes his way to his feet and then to Duke's head. Hysteria reaches down, then applies a chin lock to the fallen champion. Duke pounds the mat as he gets locked in. Duke tries to pry Hysteria's fingers apart. Hysteria just locks the hold in tighter, making it a borderline choke hold, which the referee checks, then confirms that the hold is still legal.

Duke rolls over on his side, basically whipping Hysteria off of him in the process. Hysteria gets back to his feet and Duke is slowly getting to his. Hysteria charges in and delivers a spinning Kofi Kingston style kick to the side of the head of the Intercontinental champion! Duke hits the mat and Hysteria pops back to his feet. Hysteria exits the ring to the apron and climbs to the top rope.



JIM ROSS: “Hysteria! Goin' for a high risk maneuver here!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “The champion is down, JR! You don't let him up! You keep om him until he can't get up!”



Hysteria leaps off the top rope and delivers a frog splash!









JIM ROSS: “BY GAWD! WHAT A COUNTER!”



On landing, Duke comes alive and locks Hysteria into the Hell's Gate!



JIM ROSS: “Hysteria has just entered the 9th Circle of Hell!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “I don't see how he has a choice, JR! Just tap out now and beat him in the next two falls!”



Hysteria, thinking quickly, flips over Duke, pinning his shoulders to the mat, giving the champion the choice of relinquishing the hold I order to kick out, or keep the hold locked in and take the three count!


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JIM ROSS: “And the King of Darkness releases the hold!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Save yourself, Duke! Get a chair! Hit him! Twice! Get disqualified twice and save your title!”

JIM ROSS: “Words of wisdom from the Weasel.”



Duke and Hysteria both lay on the mat. Hysteria is the first to start moving as he rolls out of the ring to the arena floor as the referee starts the ten count.



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He gets to his feet and digs around under the ring until he pulls out a table.



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Inside the ring, Sebastian Duke is starting to get to his feet.



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Hysteria sets the table up near the ring post on the outside.



4...



Duke bounces off the far side ropes and leaps over the top rope, nailing Hysteria with the suicide dive and both men are down. The referee restarts his ten count now that both men are outside the ring.



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Neither man moves a muscle.



2...



Sebastian Duke is the first to start moving.



3...



Now Hysteria.



4...



The King of Darkness makes it to his knees.



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The Champion makes it to his feet.



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Hysteria makes it to his.



7...



Duke lifts Hysteria by his throat for a chokeslam but wiggles out. He then kicks Duke in the back of the knee and rolls into the ring.



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Duke starts to get back to his feet, feeling the pain in his knee.



9...



Duke leaps for the ring and rolls in, stopping the count just before the referee reaches ten. Duke uses the ropes to aid him to his feet. Nearby, Hysteria is getting to his feet as well. Duke then slumps against the corner as Hysteria starts charging in...









SNAP!



JIM ROSS: “What an elbow from the champion!”



Hysteria staggers backward and Duke double clutches him by the throat, then tosses him into the corner! Duke steps outside the ropes at the behest of the referee. Duke then grabs Hysteria by the throat and lifts him up, forcing him to the top turnbuckle. Duke points at the table set up outside the ring, and the fans go wild. Duke thrusts Hysteria off the top rope, but Hysteria has a different idea! Hysteria counters by leaping onto Dukes shoulders and delivers a hurricanrana off the apron sending Duke crashing through the table!



JIM ROSS: “By Gawd! He's broken! The Intercontinental Championship reign of the King of Darkness might be over!”



As JR speaks, the referee has already started his ten count on both men.



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Neither man moves a muscle.



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Hysteria is moving, but Duke is not.



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Hysteria uses the ring skirt to pull him up to his feet.



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Duke begins to stir within the wreckage of the table.



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Hysteria rolls into the ring while Dukes count reaches:



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Duke rolls out of the wreckage but is still down.



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The champion is starting to get up and Hysteria urges the referee to count faster, but to no avail.



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Duke staggers toward the ring, then collapses.



10!

Winner of Fall One by Count Out: Hysteria! CHALLENGER: 1 CHAMPION: 0

JIM ROSS: “Hysteria picks up the first fall via countout!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Stay down champ! Get counted out twice and save your title!”

JIM ROSS: “I've never known Sebastian Duke to take the easy road, Brain! Like, him, love him, or hate him, the King of Darkness is a fighter!”



Back in the ring, the bell rings to start fall number two and Hysteria urges the referee to start another ten count. The referee reminds Hysteria that titles don't change hands on a countout. Remembering that rule, Hysteria urges the referee to NOT count Duke out!

Duke though, has pulled himself to his feet, albeit shakily. The referee goes to start counting Duke out, but the champion rolls himself into the ring. Hysteria quickly goes for the cover on the champion and hooks the leg!


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JIM ROSS: “New champion!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “He kicked out!”

JIM ROSS: “By Gawd! What a match!”



Hysteria pops to a seated position and holds the sides of his head, frustrated that he didn't get the victory right there. He pops to his feet and starts arguing the speed of the referees count before returning his attention to Duke who has rolled over and is on all fours. Duke starts to get up and Hysteria charges in, delivering a spinning neck breaker to the Intercontinental Champion!

Hysteria hooks the leg!


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3!



JIM ROSS: “He got his foot on the rope at the last second!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “The referee needs to react faster, JR! Hysteria thinks he's the champion!”

JIM ROSS: “It was a split second event, Brain! Even my eyes were fooled for a moment!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Well in any case, Hysteria is celebrating like he won!”



Hysteria stands on the middle rope, holding the Intercontinental title high in the air and looking out at the fans. The referee tries to explain, but Hysteria just isn't hearing it. Finally, the referee points out to the replay on the X-tron. It clearly shows Duke getting his foot on the bottom rope just before the three.

Hysteria is pissed and calls the referee every name in the book. With Duke getting to his feet, Hysteria drops the title on the mat and decides its time to get back to business. The referee picks up the title and hands it over to the time keeper.

With Duke finally back to his feet, Hysteria slaps the man in the face around the center point of the ring. Hysteria then runs toward the ropes, unbeknownst to him, Duke runs for the far side ropes. As Hysteria nears the ropes, he springboards off the middle rope and lunges toward Duke with a clothesline...











SMACK!



JIM ROSS: “My Gawd! What an Earth shattering, spine tingling lariat from the Intercontinental Champion!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “The best lariat in the business!”

JIM ROSS: “The Facade was unsuccessful, but the Soul Shot was on point!”



Sebastian Duke, on all fours, looks over at Hysteria and then crawls toward him and hooks the leg!

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3!

Winner of Fall Two by Pin: Sebastian Duke! CHALLENGER: 1 CHAMPION: 1

JIM ROSS: “Folks, its a whole new ball game!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “This match is tied at two apiece! Pin him again Duke!”



The bell rings to start fall three and Sebastian Duke struggles back to his feet. After he does so, he lowers the arm straps of his wrestling gear.



JIM ROSS: “Bidness is 'bout to pick up, Brain!”



Duke reaches down and lifts Hysteria to his feet then tosses him hard into the corner. Hysteria hits so hard he rebounds off the turnbuckles and falls front first to the mat. Duke then travels to that corner and climbs to the top rope. He walks the top rope like a tight rope before jumping off and dropping an elbow into Hysteria's back. Duke then rolls him over and hooks the leg.


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JIM ROSS: “Hysteria survives with that kick out!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “I counted to five!”



Duke goes back to work and gets back to his feet. He lifts Hysteria to his feet and tosses him toward the ropes. On the rebound, Duke steps forward and delivers a big boot. Hysteria ducks though and the referee takes the blow!



BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “That'll teach him!”

JIM ROSS: “And the referee is out here, folks!”



Hysteria rebounds off the far side, and grabs a hold of the top rope, halting his forward momentum. Initially he attempts to charge at Duke, but the champion goes for the Darkest Night!



JIM ROSS: “Hysteria! He barely avoids contact there!”



Hysteria makes a hasty retreat and winds up falling through the middle rope to the ring apron. He climbs back to his feet, but gets floored by a clothesline from Sebastian Duke. With Hysteria partially on the apron, Sebastian Duke exits the ring.

Duke stares at Hysteria, then delivers a running boot to the side of Hysteria's head forcing him to roll over on his stomach, but still sort of hanging on the apron. Duke then climbs back upon the apron and runs toward Hysteria, dropping a huge leg drop on his worthy challenger.

Duke hits the floor on his feet with Hysteria motionless on the apron. Duke grabs Hysteria by his head and drags him away from the apron until only his feet hang onto it. Duke then plants his challenger into the arena floor with a devastating DDT!



JIM ROSS: “What a sickening thud!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Well... Hysteria should have used his head!”

JIM ROSS: “How can you joke? How can you joke at a time like this, Brain!? That was a human skull impacting the arena floor!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “I guess Duke decided to use Hysteria's head instead!”



Duke gets back to his feet and looks down at the motionless body of Hysteria. Duke then lifts him up and rolls him into the ring. Duke then climbs into the ring and lifts Hysteria to his feet. Duke lifts Hysteria into a vertical suplex position, letting him hang for several seconds!



JIM ROSS: “The champion, allowing the blood of his challenger to rush to his head!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “I told you! If Hysteria won't use his head, then dammit! Sebastian Duke will!”

JIM ROSS: “Darkness Falls Version 2!”



Duke hits the Jackhammer and completes it by hooking the leg as the referee slowly makes his way over to count...











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JIM ROSS: “Hysteria kicked out! This match continues!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “He should have stayed down! Lived to fight another day!”

JIM ROSS: “No one ever does that!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Really? They should! By the way I counted to like fifty that time!”



Duke gets back to his feet then proceeds to the outside, then up to the top rope where he waits perched. Hysteria slowly starts to get to his feet while clutching the side of his head. As Hysteria turns to face Duke, the champion leaps off the turnbuckle with a flying clothesline! Hysteria, rolls forward out of the way, and Duke crashes and burns on the ring canvas!

Hysteria staggers back to his feet after the roll through and bounces off the rope. Duke is almost back to his feet, but Hysteria has a plan and sets him up in pile driver position. He attempts his flip pile driver finisher, but Duke easily lifts Hysteria up, nearly back body dropping him, but deciding to hang on instead.

Duke attempts to deliver an Alabama Slam kind of move but Hysteria hangs on, then boots Duke in the side of his head. Duke releases his grip on Hysteria, and Hysteria rolls him up with a victory roll!

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JIM ROSS: “Almost a new champion!”



Both Duke and Hysteria struggle back to their feet and Duke staggers to the corner. Hysteria charges in delivering a jumping knee to the side of Dukes head. Duke staggers out of the corner and falls to the mat, then rolls over on to his back. Hysteria then goes to the outside and climbs to the top rope. Hysteria laughs, then leaps off, planting a knee into Duke's forehead!



JIM ROSS: “Forced Laughter! Forced Laughter! Forced Laughter!”



Hysteria hooks the leg and counts along with the referee!


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JIM ROSS: “HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Jesus, Ross! Excited much?”



Hysteria can't believe it! Hysteria gets to his feet and argues the count with the referee. The referee defends his count then Hysteria returns his attention to claiming the Intercontinental title. He stands back, waiting for Duke to get up, who is now struggling to get to his feet. Hysteria then grabs him in a stunner position, then runs toward the corner with Duke still gripped in his hands. Hysteria scales the turnbuckles and flips over Duke...



JIM ROSS: “Sliced Bread Number Two!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “I don't think so, Ross!”

JIM ROSS: “Duke stopped the momentum and has a hold of Hysteria!”



Duke turns to face the vast majority of the ring then whips Hysteria over him in a snap mare like motion. Duke then turns his own body and delivers a cutter like move to Hysteria!



JIM ROSS: “Code Red! Code Red!”



Duke hooks the leg!



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3!

Winner and STILL Intercontinental Champion: Sebastian Duke

JIM ROSS: “By Gawd! It's over!”

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: “Just like I said, Ross! I said it all along! Fight, Duke, fight! Defend that title like a man!”

JIM ROSS: "Will you stop!"

BOBBY “THE BRAIN” HEENAN: "What a night! Duke retains! That's my boy!"

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it is done. Gator and Sane underestimated myself and Scully, and they paid the fucking price."

An evil cackle escapes through the mouth of Maverick.

"Though it is a damned shame I have to team up now with that... child molester... I suppose it will pay to have extra back- up."

"Oh, and as for Team Flying Fuck? Watch yourself."

Bro there's no need to get so angry. We're just asking for a match, no need to make threats. Enjoy your big victory. We'll see you next week man.

Pest:I decide who my team fights, and Flynn, you earn your shot.

(04-08-2015, 03:49 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said: Bro there's no need to get so angry. We're just asking for a match, no need to make threats. Enjoy your big victory. We'll see you next week man.

"I don't even know who you people are! Me and Scull had to deal with two fuckwit incestual brothers to get this match, yet you just outright challenge us?"

"I'm not outright declining you, but I think I'm going to be pissed the fuck off if I see someone who hasn't even competed in ONE match get a title shot. So tell me, Flynn, why do you think you and your tag partner, Carson Shit or whatever his name is, deserve a shot?"

(04-08-2015, 04:03 PM)Pest Said: Pest:I decide who my team fights, and Flynn, you earn your shot.

Hey bro let me fill you in on a little secret that I've picked up on real quick. You don't seem to get this though so really listen up close.

No one with a half functioning brain takes anything you say seriously. So correct yourself. You're gonna cry foul while the GMs grant Flynn and I our match, Mav and Scully are gonna lose and then you can all wipe away each others' tears in your next circlejerk.

(04-08-2015, 04:04 PM)Maverick Said:

(04-08-2015, 03:49 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said: Bro there's no need to get so angry. We're just asking for a match, no need to make threats. Enjoy your big victory. We'll see you next week man.

"I don't even know who you people are! Me and Scull had to deal with two fuckwit incestual brothers to get this match, yet you just outright challenge us?"

"I'm not outright declining you, but I think I'm going to be pissed the fuck off if I see someone who hasn't even competed in ONE match get a title shot. So tell me, Flynn, why do you think you and your tag partner, Carson Shit or whatever his name is, deserve a shot?"

Calm down bro. I can see the veins in your head from way over here.

I can't really comment on what you and your partner had to go through to get a match because I wasn't here then. But as far as I know if someone wants a shot at the tag team titles all they need to do is request a match. And that's what we did. We didn't outright demand one, we didn't buy one and we didn't ask a GM to make the match for us.

We asked you guys flat out for a match because we thought that you guys unlike the champs before you were defending champs and not cowards.

We're we wrong in that assessment bro?

We're talking about the tag team titles bro. What does having a match have to do with anything? My bro Bruce just won the 2nd most prestigious title in the fed before his first match.

Now as for Mr. Pest, all due respect bro, I get what you're saying, the new champs may work for you, or you may be their manager or whatever but we all work for the XWF and that means we all work for the General Managers, they schedule the matches. Not you. Not me.

Hero Xtreme 7.9: Welcome to the main event Bruce.

Star of The Month (February 2002)
WXC Tag Team Champion x3 (/w Venom Explosion (2), DJ Death)
UWF X-Treme Champion x5
UWF No Limits Champion x2
UWF Tag Team Champion x1 (/w Shaker Jones)
BBCXR Heavyweight Champion x4
SOW World Champion x2
RXW World Champion x1
RXW X-Division Champion x1
NWPW Rapid Division Champion x 3
WFWD Intercontinental Champion x2
XWL United States Champion x2
XWL European Champion x1
XWL Tag Bowl Winner (/w White Abyss)
BLOOD Bleeding Champion x3

All Time Record: 912-32-4
Hero Xtreme Un Record: 0-3-0

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http://xwf99.com/showthread.php?tid=20233

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Fuck yeah!!! Party at my mansion! Y'all invited. Except the dudes who are being pussies and insulting Dick Squad!"

I point my fingers like guns and shoot them off with a..

"Bang bang baby!"

(04-08-2015, 04:28 PM)Hero Xtreme 7.9 Said: Hero Xtreme 7.9: Welcome to the main event Bruce.

”Whoa! A talking stepping stone!”

Current Universal Champion
(1x) X-Treme Champion

(04-08-2015, 04:22 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said:

(04-08-2015, 04:04 PM)Maverick Said:

(04-08-2015, 03:49 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said: Bro there's no need to get so angry. We're just asking for a match, no need to make threats. Enjoy your big victory. We'll see you next week man.

"I don't even know who you people are! Me and Scull had to deal with two fuckwit incestual brothers to get this match, yet you just outright challenge us?"

"I'm not outright declining you, but I think I'm going to be pissed the fuck off if I see someone who hasn't even competed in ONE match get a title shot. So tell me, Flynn, why do you think you and your tag partner, Carson Shit or whatever his name is, deserve a shot?"

Calm down bro. I can see the veins in your head from way over here.

I can't really comment on what you and your partner had to go through to get a match because I wasn't here then. But as far as I know if someone wants a shot at the tag team titles all they need to do is request a match. And that's what we did. We didn't outright demand one, we didn't buy one and we didn't ask a GM to make the match for us.

We asked you guys flat out for a match because we thought that you guys unlike the champs before you were defending champs and not cowards.

We're we wrong in that assessment bro?

We're talking about the tag team titles bro. What does having a match have to do with anything? My bro Bruce just won the 2nd most prestigious title in the fed before his first match.

Now as for Mr. Pest, all due respect bro, I get what you're saying, the new champs may work for you, or you may be their manager or whatever but we all work for the XWF and that means we all work for the General Managers, they schedule the matches. Not you. Not me.

"The only reason I said that was because I don't want to face random wanna- be's that jump off the block."

"But, I may have been a bit... rash, in saying that. Therefore, I present you and Carson with a counter- offer."

"All you have to do, Mister Andrew Cole- Ericson, is just win a match. Just one match. I won't even specify who that match has to be against, except it has to be against a person who is actually going to try."

"Same thing for you, Mister Waters. Douglas didn't even try. As soon as the both of you win a match against someone who will try, then, and ONLY then, will we accept your proposal."

Do you even pay attention, bro? Did that. Second match on the card. Easy.

Though seeing that you won the titles mostly due to a lack of effort on Justin Sane's part, you don't got much room to be picky there, champ.

(04-08-2015, 04:42 PM)Maverick Said:

(04-08-2015, 04:22 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said:

(04-08-2015, 04:04 PM)Maverick Said: "I don't even know who you people are! Me and Scull had to deal with two fuckwit incestual brothers to get this match, yet you just outright challenge us?"

"I'm not outright declining you, but I think I'm going to be pissed the fuck off if I see someone who hasn't even competed in ONE match get a title shot. So tell me, Flynn, why do you think you and your tag partner, Carson Shit or whatever his name is, deserve a shot?"

Calm down bro. I can see the veins in your head from way over here.

I can't really comment on what you and your partner had to go through to get a match because I wasn't here then. But as far as I know if someone wants a shot at the tag team titles all they need to do is request a match. And that's what we did. We didn't outright demand one, we didn't buy one and we didn't ask a GM to make the match for us.

We asked you guys flat out for a match because we thought that you guys unlike the champs before you were defending champs and not cowards.

We're we wrong in that assessment bro?

We're talking about the tag team titles bro. What does having a match have to do with anything? My bro Bruce just won the 2nd most prestigious title in the fed before his first match.

Now as for Mr. Pest, all due respect bro, I get what you're saying, the new champs may work for you, or you may be their manager or whatever but we all work for the XWF and that means we all work for the General Managers, they schedule the matches. Not you. Not me.

"The only reason I said that was because I don't want to face random wanna- be's that jump off the block."

"But, I may have been a bit... rash, in saying that. Therefore, I present you and Carson with a counter- offer."

"All you have to do, Mister Andrew Cole- Ericson, is just win a match. Just one match. I won't even specify who that match has to be against, except it has to be against a person who is actually going to try."

"Same thing for you, Mister Waters. Douglas didn't even try. As soon as the both of you win a match against someone who will try, then, and ONLY then, will we accept your proposal."

”Yo fam, lemme counter offer your counter offer, alright? You give my boys here a tag title match, and if you guys win, I'll give my Xtreme title to whoever makes the winning pinfall. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

Current Universal Champion
(1x) X-Treme Champion

That's a fair counter bro. My debut match is next week on Warfare and I have every intention of winning.

As for my boy Carson, he just won his second career match so that should meet your qualification there.

Thanks for being willing to work this out man to man. We'll be seeing you soon man.

(04-08-2015, 04:50 PM)"Lucky No. 7" Carson Waters Said: Do you even pay attention, bro? Did that. Second match on the card. Easy.

Though seeing that you won the titles mostly due to a lack of effort on Justin Sane's part, you don't got much room to be picky there, champ.

"No, I didn't pay attention to your match. Why? Number one, why the hell should I care about some ratty undercard match? Number two, I was mostly worried about my title match later on in the evening. And besides, it's not like it was my choice that Sane didn't show much effort."

(04-08-2015, 04:55 PM)Bruce Blingsteen Said: ”Yo fam, lemme counter offer your counter offer, alright? You give my boys here a tag title match, and if you guys win, I'll give my Xtreme title to whoever makes the winning pinfall. No ifs, ands, or buts.”

"I'm afraid the part where you said 'counter the counter- offer' fell flat on it's face, as your boy FACE already accepted the offer. However, I will gladly take you up on your suggestion with the X-treme title offer. I have been looking to get it back after that SCAMP Vincent Lane backstabbed me from behind."

"Oh, and FACE? Thank you for understanding and wishing to resolve this civilly."

Pest:Flynn, I do appreciate your understanding. I am sure you understand how poorly it would look if you came in and simply got a match right off the bat. It would cheapen the title shots for people like Peter Gilmour, and Unknown Soldier who already have title shots earned.

I think you're missing the point here bro.

First, your boys and I have already come to an agreement. So assuming I win my match next week, which is the goal then Carson and I will be facing the champs the following week.

As for guys like Peter Gilmour and Unknown Soldier, I get what you're saying but if everyone had to wait in line for everyone else who has already earned a shot to claim it then nothing would ever get done.

Let's not forget that Peter Gilmour and that Mastermind bro earned tag team title shots long before Maverick and Scully earned theirs but Maverick and Scully challenged the champs and they got the first crack.

You didn't seem to mind when they did that and so really we are just rapping to the beats your boys laid down

Thanks for that bros.

(04-08-2015, 05:19 PM)Flynn Andrew Cole-Ericson Said: I think you're missing the point here bro.

First, your boys and I have already come to an agreement. So assuming I win my match next week, which is the goal then Carson and I will be facing the champs the following week.

As for guys like Peter Gilmour and Unknown Soldier, I get what you're saying but if everyone had to wait in line for everyone else who has already earned a shot to claim it then nothing would ever get done.

Let's not forget that Peter Gilmour and that Mastermind bro earned tag team title shots long before Maverick and Scully earned theirs but Maverick and Scully challenged the champs and they got the first crack.

You didn't seem to mind when they did that and so really we are just rapping to the beats your boys laid down

Thanks for that bros.

Pest:Oh, no; Flynn, you, Maverick, and I are on the same page. This win the match to earn your shot, that is what I believe is acceptable. That, I believe is you proving your worth. What I am saying is if they had agreed to face you right off the bat with nothing under your belt, that would look bad. You earn a shot and choose to use it before the others, that is your prerogative. I do hope to see you do well in your match. Believe me, I hold no animosity towards you.

Well then to borrow a phrase from my favorite fun loving pirate Captain Jack Sparrow, "I believe we've reached an accord." Thank you Mr. Pest. I appreciate your well wishes.

Dick, I owe you this one match, now I hope you protect ya neck next monday.... cuz the Shaolin will kick ya ass again, pretty boy.

"Pretty boy? You flatter me John."

(04-08-2015, 04:31 PM)Bruce Blingsteen Said:

(04-08-2015, 04:28 PM)Hero Xtreme 7.9 Said: Hero Xtreme 7.9: Welcome to the main event Bruce.

”Whoa! A talking stepping stone!”

Hero Xtreme 7.9: I knew you'd have something cute to say. Keep up the good work. You've made the old skool fans proud.

Star of The Month (February 2002)
WXC Tag Team Champion x3 (/w Venom Explosion (2), DJ Death)
UWF X-Treme Champion x5
UWF No Limits Champion x2
UWF Tag Team Champion x1 (/w Shaker Jones)
BBCXR Heavyweight Champion x4
SOW World Champion x2
RXW World Champion x1
RXW X-Division Champion x1
NWPW Rapid Division Champion x 3
WFWD Intercontinental Champion x2
XWL United States Champion x2
XWL European Champion x1
XWL Tag Bowl Winner (/w White Abyss)
BLOOD Bleeding Champion x3

All Time Record: 912-32-4
Hero Xtreme Un Record: 0-3-0

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"My bestie, Pestie and my tag-team partner, Maverick. Why are you two being nice to these clowns? Huh?
We win the tag-team Championships after earning a shot. We couldn't even celebrate without being interupted. How rude! The backstreet boys come in and demand a shot without doing Mack shit! One of there opponents is Luna Vachun? What a difficult task?!"

payback is coming for mr house and mr oaktree.. bet on that!!!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

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

Congrats to Scully on his big win!

I told him when I visited him for a Make A Wish function that if he dreamed big he could make it all come true!

Fuck you, Maverick. I'll kick you in your frontal lobe.

(04-09-2015, 08:28 AM)LoverboyVinnieLane Said: Fuck you, Maverick. I'll kick you in your frontal lobe.

"Jealous, Vincent, that you didn't pounce on the opportunity to kill Defiance once and for all?"

I give you credit for putting the final nail in the coffin, dude, but that bird was already cooked.

Fernando's spirit broke the second I tossed his bitch ass onto the floor to end the Madess Series. Sane and CorVus wandered off into the darkness, and now even Gator's on hiatus.

But I tell you what dude, I want you to hang onto those belts for a bit. Sometime soon, I'm coming to get 'em.

(04-09-2015, 08:45 AM)LoverboyVinnieLane Said: I give you credit for putting the final nail in the coffin, dude, but that bird was already cooked.

Fernando's spirit broke the second I tossed his bitch ass onto the floor to end the Madess Series. Sane and CorVus wandered off into the darkness, and now even Gator's on hiatus.

But I tell you what dude, I want you to hang onto those belts for a bit. Sometime soon, I'm coming to get 'em.

"As soon as I'm done with Team Flying Fuck, I'd just love to see you try. The Maverick you faced in the Madness GM Match and the Maverick who stands before you now as a Tag Team Champion are two completely different people. I proved I could hang with the big boys when me and my partner, Scully, defeated Sane and Gator. If you wish to try your luck in the weeks to come, so be it."

(04-08-2015, 11:41 PM)Austin Fernando Said: "Just like how you managed to pay me back for handing you defeat in the First Round of Lethal Lottery, right?"

go fuck yourself. u still aren't better than me. and u are in no way Mr. WARFARE!

SUCK... MY... DICK!

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

"Thank you, Vinnie. Thank you, Champ!"

Scully grins at Vinnie Lane and gives him the thumbs up.