June 17th, 2015 Mastercard Center Beijing, China Hero Xtreme 7.9 - vs - Hastur - vs - Robbie Bourbon - vs - Hooded Man Fatal Four Way, One Fall If Hero loses, he loses all title shots he claims to have If Hero wins, he loses all title shots he claims to have If Hero doesn't participate, he loses all title shots he claims to have This stip is still in effect if Hero Xtreme Un or anyone/anything else fights in his place The winner will also receive a small cash bonus, except Hero Xtreme Abaddon - vs - Christopher Isles X-Treme Rules, One Fall Cain - vs - DMX-Factor Singles, One Fall LH Harrison - vs - Ghost Tank Electrified Hell in a Cell MAIN EVENT Peter Gilmour - vs - Morbid Angel Singles, One Fall Special Guest Referee Jessie-ica Diaz The winner will be awarded ALL of his opponent's xbux or an agreed upon amount Jessie-ica Diaz may state her intentions, if any, in a promo

Wednesday Night Warfare's NEW theme blasts through the arena as the camera passes the drunken, roaring Chinese crowd.

BOBBY HEENAN: "Wǎnshàng hǎo bùyào liǎn!"

JIM ROSS: "In case you couldn't tell from my colleagues line, Wednesday Night Warfare is LIVE from beautiful Beijing, China!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "China! Tch. The home of communism second to the USSR! Which we're in next week!!! No wonder Maxwell Dane has been quiet."

JIM ROSS: "But we still have one hell of a show for you good people!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "That's right JR."

JIM ROSS: "All these men have tough matches in front of them, debuts from talented individuals. An electrified hell in a cell!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "And Morbid Angel versus Peter Gilmour for all the money! Shoving capitalism down these reds throats, I love it!"

JIM ROSS: "Without further ado, let's get started!"

Hero Xtreme 7.9 - vs - Hastur - vs - Robbie Bourbon - vs - Hooded Man Fatal Four Way, One Fall If Hero loses, he loses all title shots he claims to have If Hero wins, he loses all title shots he claims to have If Hero doesn't participate, he loses all title shots he claims to have This stip is still in effect if Hero Xtreme Un or anyone/anything else fights in his place The winner will also receive a small cash bonus, except Hero Xtreme

Deadly Saturdays by The WeekNight Warriors plays

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.

A Perfect Circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep plays

Hastur emerges from the back and slowly walks to the ring with his head down.

"My Body Glows" by Elby Brass plays

The horns of Elby Brass take over the arena as the lights dim. The X-Tron displays one image.


It changes to shots of Robbie Bourbon shadow boxing. Robbie walks out, eyes down and chin tucked, tilting his head back and forth in an effort to stretch his neck. Pyrotechnic fountains drizzle down on him as he raises his arms at 45 degree angles. He looks up and begins to make his way down to the ring, and grooving (as best can be described) his way down to the ring to the sounds of his own music. He casually glances on both sides of the aisle and banters with fans. He then climbs the ring by grabbing the top rope and planting one foot after another on the apron, and turns to view the entrance as more pyrotechnics go off with huge explosions. Robbie then keels backwards over the top rope into a hand stand, then gently rights himself onto his feet, and begins to stretch his legs. He faces the camera and again raises his arms at 45 degree angles.

The Hooded Man enters last to no music. Mixed boos and cheers from the crowd.

The four men glare at one another in the ring, after a tense minute, the ref sounds the bell. Hastur dashes towards Hero Xtreme, digging into his trench coat pocket as Robbie Bourbon goes after The Hooded Man.

BOBBY HEENAN: "What's that bandaged up freak trying to find in his pocket?"

Hero turns to Hastur and inhales deeply, Hastur takes his hand out of his pocket as Hero is about to release a powerful dragon shout and stuff a glowing green rock into Hero's mouth.

JIM ROSS: "It appears to be... Kryptonite Bobby."

BOBBY HEENAN: "I call bullshit! Hastur should be disqualified!"

But the referee seems to allow it. Hero chokes on the power sapping element and starts to turn pale as he spits it out, Hastur throws a sharp elbow into Hero's nose and he falls against the ropes, Hastur grabs Hero's arm and whips him away towards Robbie Bourbon and The Hooded Man locked up. Bourbon seeing Hero run towards them pushes Hooded Man to the ground with a forceful push and catches Hero with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Hero falls to the mat, broken and sick. Robbie poses and flexes to the fans but is distracted by a punch to the side of the head from the Hooded Man. The two trade blows but Hooded Man is knocked away with a heavy right, he quickly turns and runs at Bourbon with a clothesline! But Robbie no sells that shit like a champ and rakes the Hooded Man's face/hood/mask.

It has some effect, Bourbon looks to Hastur who has his elbow rested on the top turnbuckle motioning the two to carry on, Robbie sneers and grabs the Hooded Man and dropping him quickly with a Sambo Suplex! Bourbon gets back to his feet and stares at Hastur who walks out of the corner towards Bourbon. To two stand off as the crowd cheers them on, Hastur makes the first move and throws a quick jab into Bourbon's jaw. Robbie responds with a devastating headbutt and Hastur falls onto his ass!

Robbie quickly grabs Hastur by the head and lifts him with a vertical suplex, the two crash to the mat with a sound that echoes through the arena! Robbie goes for the cover!

ONE











TWO



KICK OUT! Hastur throws Robbie away from him and rolls away, Robbie goes after Hastur but is blocked by a pissed off Hero Xtreme! Hero hits Robbie with a Yakuza kick and rushes in for a RKO! But Bourbon telegraphs and throws Hero down hard. Still weak, Hero clutches his back in pain as Robbie runs to the ropes and rebounds, hitting Hero with a running senton!

BOBBY HEENAN: "Damn! Can you imagine that guy dropping all that weight on you JR?"

JIM ROSS: "I really don't want to Bobby."

Bourbon stays on top of Hero for the pin.

ONE!




Quickly broken up by Hastur with a kick to Robbie's head. Bourbon rolls off Hero clutching his nose in pain. From behind the Hooded Man surprises Hastur with a forearm to the back of the head. Hastur turns the Hooded Man and catches his hand mid-punch pulling Hooded Man in close and hitting him with a double knee facebuster!

Hooded Man falls against the ropes and Hastur kips up and looks to him laughing. Grabbing Hooded Man and swinging him around.

JIM ROSS: "Fallout!"

Hastur hits the Reverse Swinging STO into the bottom turnbuckle and Hooded Man is out cold. Hastur catches his breathe for a second, meanwhile Bourbon is on his feet. He looks a the three men on the ground and sees the fallen Hero, looking like he's about to pass out. Bourbon grabs Hero and stands him up against the ropes, throwing punch after punch into his head. Xtreme is barely able to stand against the ropes, Robbie stops as he catches Hastur out the corner of his eye run towards him, he turns but is too slow! Hastur knocks Bourbon down with a strong Superman punch! Bourbon falls to the mat, shaking the cobwebs. Hastur takes a moment.

JIM ROSS: "Hastur seems tired already."

BOBBY HEENAN: "Not surprised. Lunatic is prone to black outs and he's wearing all that under these lights... Idiot."

Robbie picks himself up using the ropes as Hastur walks towards him BUT Bourbon catches Hastur off guard and nails him with a Sit-Down Robbiebomb!! Bourbon stumbles back to his feet and raises his arms before pointing to Hero still against the ropes. Robbie whips Hero into the opposite ropes and Bourbon runs against the ropes on the other side as the two criss-cross, after a few seconds Bourbon springs into action.

BOBBY HEENAN:"THE NECKWRECKER!!"

Bourbon hits the jumping neckbreaker with perfection and gets back up to celebrate!

BOBBY HEENAN: "No you moron! Go for the pin! Celebrate later!!"

Bourbon turns with a smile and his arms held high into a groggy Hastur!

JIM ROSS: "ONLY DREAMS NOW!!!"

Hastur gets Bourbon with the hard hitting go to sleep and falls on top of Robbie the ref goes to count but a man in a black hoodie and sunglasses slides out from beneath the ring with a length chain wrapped around his arm. The now recognizable Sidney Cutter slides into the ring and proceeds throw Hastur off Bourbon and hit Hastur with a low blow, after Hastur is incapacitated Sidney hits him with the Cheshire Grin and then proceeds to whip him with the chain up until he threads the chain around Hastur's throat and puts his boot to the back of his head and pulls on the chain. After Sidney has had his fill he releases the chain stomping Hastur's face into the mat. Sidney Cutter then exits the ring jumps the barricade then fades into the sea that is the crowd, leaving Hastur helpless in the ring.

All four men are down! The begins to count them out.

1


2


3


Bourbon starts to stir.


4


Hooded Man crawls towards Hero Xtreme out cold.


5


Robbie Bourbon sees the Hooded Man and intercepts him, diving in front of him and giving him a heavy right.


6


Bourbon continues to scrap with the Hooded Man, meanwhile Hastur like a wounded soldier makes his way to Hero.


7


Hastur throws an arm over Hero Xtreme as the other two are distracted. The ref counts the pin!


ONE!










TWO!






Robbie Bourbon drops The Hooded Man to the side and goes to stop the cover!
















THREE!!!!! Bourbon was a second too late! The ref sounds for the bell as Hastur's theme hits and helays still on the mat next to Hero and Bourbon.

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Abaddon - vs - Christopher Isles X-Treme Rules, One Fall

Omen - Prince of Darkness plays

The softer opening riff of Omen's Prince of Darkness plays as the arena goes pitch black. The ramp emits a white light and smoke fills the floor. As the vocals hit the lights turn back on as Abaddon and Lilith step out from behind the curtain. They walk down to the ring, Abaddon ignoring the crowd while Lilith rants to them. Abaddon climbs the steel steps and steps between the ropes while Lilith closes her eyes and points to some random person in the front row, who she'll proceed to harass relentlessly during the match, when she's not aiding Abaddon.

"Betrayal of Fate" by Goukisan plays

The arena dims a little while lights begin to flicker on and off randomly and "Betrayal of Fate" by Goukisan can be heard through the speakers. The crowd cheers for the men to enter through the curtain as smoke begins to rise from the entrance ramp. After ten seconds, Christopher and Dustin jump through the curtain, which gets the crowd cheering even louder. Christopher and Dustin look out to the crowd and smile, showcasing their teeth in the process. As Chris walks to the ring, Dustin pumps the crowd up by throwing up his arms and yelling "Come on! You can go louder!" every now and again to get them to cheer louder than they were, just to psyche up his friend/client for the match. He slaps the hands of the fans that have them outstretched. Not wanting to miss out on this, Dustin slaps a few hands on Chris' behalf.

Chris slides into the ring and climbs on top of the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out to that side of the crowd and raises his left arm as high as he can, contorting his fingers to make a rock and roll sign. Dustin and the crowd respond by clapping, whistling, who knows what else. After a few seconds of showing off his hand, he lowers his arm and hops off the turnbuckle. He rests at the corner he just hopped off from, waiting for the bell to ring.

As the bell sounds, Abaddon immediately drops down onto his back, and rolls out of the ring, and then starts to scour underneath the ring, after lifting up the apron with one hand and looking for anything that could cause some serious damage. He searches through momentarily, until he begins to drag out a table from underneath the ring, as well as a plastic bag with what appears to be lemons inside of it.

JIM ROSS: Is that… lemons in side of the bag?

BOBBY HEENAN: I don’t know, but Isles seems just as confused as you right now.

JIM ROSS: And you’re not confused?

BOBBY HEENAN: Hell no, I don’t get fazed by this shit.

Isles briskly shakes his head as he watches Abaddon push the bag of lemons into the ring, underneath the turnbuckle corner he started in, he turns his back for just a second, to begin lifting up the table he pulled out from underneath the ring earlier… and just as he turns around…

JIM ROSS: SUICIDE DIVE BY ISLES…!

Abaddon had only just begun to lift the table up toward his chest, off the ground… when Isles came flying right over the top rope, into the vertical base of Abaddon, both men are sent crashing down onto the concrete floor on the outside, with Abaddon being sent slightly further along, nearly at the bottom of the entrance ramp, he rolls onto his stomach in pain, while Isles doesn’t seem to be faring much better, after his head unluckily was caught with a glancing blow from the edge of the wooden table.

JIM ROSS: Already, both men are down here! No need for the referee to count, this is X-Treme Rules!

BOBBY HEENAN; Thank you for stating the fucking obvious.

Isles is the first to begin stirring, as he is able to get up to his feet somewhat quickly in comparison to Abaddon, who is only beginning to push up off the ground, he uses the barricade to help support him up to his feet, but right as he gets up, Isles comes in with a flying knee that sends him over the barricade, into the first row of fans, who back away from the fallen Abaddon! Isles wastes no time in hopping the barricade, and picking up the downed Abaddon, he throws a few fists into his head, snapping them off the cheekbones and jaw, Isles has the advantage in the brawl, as he continues to land blows on Abaddon… who returns fire with a spiralling uppercut that catches Isles right on the jaw! The force of the blow sends him staggering back, right into the barricade, Abaddon charges forward, clutching down onto the back of Isles head with both hands and landing rapid knees into the forehead, nose and jaw, he releases the grip after landing five nice knees, revealing the blood already starting to form around the mouth and nose area of Isles, who is looking shocked after the sudden attack by Abaddon. Abaddon wastes no time in pulling Isles off the barricade, and sending him smashing into the ground with a strong lariat, Isles begins staggering back up to his feet, trying to wipe the blood off his face, as Abaddon sets up for a back suplex, he lifts Isles up off the floor and sends his back and spine right into the barricade, Isles yells out in pain, as Abaddon backs away and then clotheslines Isles over the barricade, sending him down to the ringside area… Abaddon slowly climbs over the barricade… he huffs and pants for just a second, before walking back over to Isles, who is recuperating near the steel steps, although he appears to be reaching underneath the ring…

BOBBY HEENAN: Fuck, maybe now Abaddon can end it, get this shit over with.

JIM ROSS: He may be able to Bobby, he’s stalking Isles… NO! Isles landing a brutal shot to the mid-section with a kendo stick!

Isles managed to quickly grab a kendo stick from underneath the ring, and sent it smashing into the mid-section of Abaddon who didn’t suspect a thing! Isles raises the kendo stick up into the air after landing the first blow, and sends it smashing into the back of Abaddon, who drops down to his knees after receiving the brutal blow! Isles reels back one more time… and cracks the kendo stick over the neck of Abaddon! The stick snaps in half from the blow, the impact breaking it clean! Abaddon drops down to the floor, face down, motionless, as Isles begins to breathe deeply, dropping the one half of the kendo stick he still holds, while wiping away the blood that is still trickling down his face. He wearily begins to pick Abaddon back up to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring, Abaddon is now laying back first on the canvas, whilst Isles slowly begins to clamber up to the top rope, from the outside, he takes his time, being sure to steady himself on the top rope, before bracing himself and leaping off, to an astounding cheer by the fans, he sends an elbow outward… and it meets the neck and chest area of Abaddon, his body is almost destroyed by the impact! Isles arm is still over the limp body of Abaddon, the referee slides in to start a count…!

ONE!











TWO!













THR-NOT QUITE! Abaddon limply raises the arm, much to the dismay of the crowd, who had begun to wildly cheer Isles. Isles looks on in dismay, as he tiredly begins to roll up to his feet… only to be rolled back down to the mat by Abaddon, who rolls him up quickly and efficiently, even the referee is surprised by the sudden movement of Abaddon!

JIM ROSS: Was Abaddon playing possum this whole time? He’s trying to steal one here!

ONE!


















TWO!















THR-NOOOOO! Isles powers out of it, shocked by the quick roll-up, before he can even react, Abaddon is already back up to his feet, he leaps up into the air, grabs the head of Isles, and sits downward to the mat… and perfectly connects with the sit-out facebuster! He is seemingly uninterested in pinning the downed Isles, as he believes it is his turn to clamber up to the top rope! He sets himself up beautifully on the top rope, as he looks down on his prey… and not a moment later… leaps off in astounding fashion!

JIM ROSS: CORKSCREW SPLASH!

The connection is perfect as Abaddon’s body slams over the limp body of Isles, who is barely moving after being hit by the wonderful corkscrew splash. Abaddon weakly hooks the leg, certain that he has now put Isles away for good!


ONE!













TWO!
















THR-NO! Isles barely gets a shoulder up! Abaddon rolls off Isles and gets to his feet, catching his breathe.

JIM ROSS: Is he... Laughing?

Isles gets to his knees and grabs Abaddon's leg to pull himself up, Abaddon grabs Chris and NAIL IN THE COFFIN! (Cradle Piledriver) Abaddon goes for the pin again.

ONE














TWO



















THREE!!!!

Christopher lays slowly blinking on the ground as Abaddon steps away from him, dusting his hands as his theme plays him out.

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Cain - vs - DMX-Factor Singles, One Fall

The crowd goes silent following the entrance of Matthew Oaktree, and await the arrival of he who was once gone. He who is known as "The Master of Pain". He who has been called "The Last Son of Eden". Suddenly, the lights die down throughout the entire arena...

"Catch Your Breath" by CFO$ plays

...red strobe lights pulsate along with the sound of the heartbeat, static appearing on the jumbotron. The lights in the gorilla position begin flashing white and the huge silhouette of an inhuman looking being stands there, with spikes jutting out of it's shoulders. The camera changes focus to the gorilla position, and as the ambient noise comes to a halt with get a fast zoom in followed by a set of red eyes flashing in the darkness as the lights die again.

"Cain Is Here." Flashes across the screen, and the lights come up to a dim red hue as the guitars of the music drive the crowd into a frenzy. Cain stands at the top of the ramp, the original Cain, dressed in black from head to toe with a black leather duster hanging from his huge body, spike jutting forth from his shoulders.

As he slowly makes his way down to the ring, he stops from time to time, making Matthew Oaktree wait. He continues down to ringside, staring at the crowd a moment before lifting the bottom of his duster and ascending the steel stairs.

Never taking his eyes off of Matthew Oaktree, locked onto Matthew Oaktree with a cold death stare. He slowly removes his duster and the lights come up. Just when Matthew Oaktree think he's done, he nods his head and his eyes flash, flames erupting from the ringoosts...making you jump.

Cain smirks and the fans chant "Son-of-Ed-en" with rhythm.

Jay-Z & Kanye West "Who Gon Stop Me" plays

The arena lights dim as the intro to "Who Gon Stop Me" begins. As the word "stop" repeats in the song, different images alternate on the main screen representing "stop" (stop sign, red circle with a diagonal line through it, the palm of a hand, the word stop) or representing something significant to DMX-Factor (the letter "X", a diamond, the silhouette with a man in a hoodie). At the :15, the words "I CAN'T STOP" appear on the screen at the same time the words are spoken in the song. At that moment, a white light shines on the stage, and DMX-Factor appears in the light with his arms crossed in the air, making an "X". After a few seconds, DMX yells and begins walking towards the ring. He interacts with the crowd with a smug look on his face, even faking a high five to a fan or two.

Soon he arrives to the ring and slides in. He goes to the nearest turnbuckle and times it to where he climbs up at the 1:13 mark of the song. After climbing the turnbuckle, he raises his arms up making an "X" again. He interacts with the crowd once again before jumping down. He stands in the ring vibing to the music for a few moments before the music finally fades out.

BOBBY HEENAN: "I think these guys entrances will be longer than the damn match."

DMX and Cain look at one another from across the ring, the bell rings, and both men nod as they walk confidently to the centre of the ring, Cain offers up a lock-up, but DMX wants to have no part of that, especially against a man of Cain’s size, he smartly gives Cain a sharp kick to the knee, which only serves to hobble him momentarily, giving DMX time to get to Cain’s back and expertly lock him up from behind with a monkey clench around the waists, even Cain’s immense strength can’t help him get out of this hold, as DMX holds him in tight, effectively holding Cain in place. Cain seems to anger quickly at this, as he swings an elbow around his back, narrowly missing DMX’s head, as he just manages to sway around, as Cain tries this again, DMX braces and suddenly lifts Cain up into the air! Even with his small size, he sends Cain soaring into the air for just a second, before bringing him down violently on his neck and back, DMX bridges his body, keeping Cain’s shoulders pinned to the mat, the referee slides in to count the cover!





ONE!







TW-NO! Not even a two count as Cain powers out quickly, he hurries back up to his feet angrily, as he swings a wild haymaker of a blow out to DMX…

JIM ROSS: Ducked by DMX! I’m liking what I’m seeing here from DMX-Factor, Bobby. He’s using Cain’s temper to his advantage, and now he’s the one controlling the tempo of the match!

BOBBY HEENAN: You think I don’t know that?!

After ducking the wild swing by Cain, DMX elevated up off the ground and landed a nice dropkick into the chest of Cain, it doesn’t manage to bring him down, Cain staggers back four steps, before catching himself on the ropes, he shakes his head violently and charges toward DMX, who catches him wonderfully, hooking his arm up through Cain’s armpit and sending him into the air, flipping him over and slamming him back-first on the canvas with a hip toss, Cain wastes no time getting back to his feet, looking nearly unaffected by the move, but is immediately sent flopping back down to the canvas as DMX lands a high-impact superkick right on his jaw! Cain’s eyes glaze over, as he crumples down to the mat, DMX dives on top of him, strongly pinning his shoulders to the mat, while hooking the leg!

JIM ROSS: THIS COULD BE IT!




ONE!







TW-NO! Cain with another early kick-out!

JIM ROSS: Even DMX-Factor is surprised… he made fantastic connection with that superkick!

DMX seems annoyed with Cain’s resiliency, he grabs him by the skull and tries to send him up to his feet, maybe not the best idea, as soon as Cain has one foot planted on the canvas, he straight away sends a compact hook into the temple of DMX, which floors him. DMX is quick to be back on his feet, but he is met by Cain, who has a wild look in his eye as he proceeds to completely manhandle DMX, grabbing him around the chest and locking him in a bearhug, before flinging him over behind his own head and crunching him into the mat with a beautiful belly to belly suplex, DMX clutches onto his spine in agony, but is still quickly staggering back up to his feet, only to be once again locked in the clutches of Cain, who heaves him up onto his shoulder, takes a quick running head start, and drops down to the canvas, sandwiching DMX’s body in between the ring floor and his own body. The ring is seen shaking visibly by the powerful move, Cain wastes no time hooking the leg on the downed DMX, who is gasping heavily, appearing winded after getting his ribs and back crushed.





ONE!








TWO!






DMX kicks out before the referee can even begin to count “Three”.

BOBBY HEENAN: I don’t think I like this DMX guy all that much, but I don’t think he’s one to back away from a challenge, ya know?

Cain looks at the referee for a second, and shouts at the referee to count faster, the referee backs away worriedly, but is persistent in telling Cain the count was fair. Cain shrugs and then looks down on DMX, who is pushing up off the mat to get back to his feet, just as he gets to his feet, he is greeted by the evil look of Cain, who grips him down by the throat, and sends him up into the air… setting up for the chokeslam!

JIM ROSS: DMX escapes from Cain’s clutches!

DMX slipped out of Cain’s grasp, he rushes up to Cain and hits him with a flying forearm which barely pushes him backward, DMX then leaps up and hits his second dropkick of the match, but Cain isn’t going down that easily, DMX reels back once more and hits his SECOND superkick! But this time, Cain is still standing after the move, his head merely snaps back from the impact, and even though blood is pouring out of his nose, he is still standing! DMX looks on shocked for a second, before closing the distance between him and Cain, and then planting him face first into the canvas with a DDT, splatting his face off the canvas with a violent, snapping impact.

JIM ROSS: It took him a while, but DMX-Factor got him down!

DMX wearily gets up to his feet, and starts mudstomping Cain! He attempts to stomp a hole through him, as he lays the boots down onto him violently. The flurry of boots doesn’t stop for the next fifteen seconds, before DMX smiles and raises his arms up into the air triumphantly, as the crowd begins to jeer him loudly. DMX seemingly takes no note of this, as he grabs Cain and tries to get him up to his feet, he succeeds and quickly locks Cain’s head in with his forearm, with almost no hesitation, he looks back to the top right turnbuckle corner, and begins to back up into it, he bounds up onto the second turnbuckle, with Cain’s head still synched into his front facelock hold. DMX yells loudly as he leaps off the turnbuckle, spins around in mid-air, contorting his body athletically before planting Cain face-first into the canvas, the impact of the move makes Cain’s head bounce up off the canvas in horrific manner, the crowd gasps in unison as DMX rolls him over for the cover…
JIM ROSS: RELATIVE XTREMA! THIS MIGHT BE IT!

BOBBY HEENAN: Shut it, Jim.


ONE!















TWO!





















THR-NOT QUITE! Cain limply raises an arm into the air, signalling that there is still hope!

DMX puts his head in his hands in despair. Meanwhile Cain rolls out of the ring and goes to his knees on the outside, DMX catches his breathe and gets to his feet finally. Cain reaches a hand underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair! But DMX doesn't notice!

DMX-Factor gets to the ropes and leans through the middle to grab at Cain, but instead meets the end of a steel chair! The ref is shocked and calls for the bell!

JIM ROSS: "Cain has just got himself disqualified!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "Oh please! It was a love tap!"

JIM ROSS: "That love tap just cost him the match Bobby!"

DMX is flat out on the mat as Cain enters the ring with the steel chair, he looks over the fallen Factor and swings the chair into DMX's ribs! And again! And again! As the bell continues to sound. The ref tries to get in between Cain but he is thrown aside quickly. CRASH! A final, brutal strike to DMX bends the chair in half and Cain tosses it to the side, looking over DMX.

Ghost Tank runs into the ring after the match is after, standing before him, acting like he is about to attack him, but instead he grins like a Cheshire Cat, with both Cain and GT stomping the fuck out of DMX. Ghost Tank then picks DMX up, performs six consecutive German Suplexes, but instead of letting go after that, he stands with DMX, as Cain gets to the nearest top turnbuckle, as DMX is whipped into the rope, and as Cain is finished setting up, DMX is pushed up high into the air for a Flapjack, but Cain leaps off the turnbuckle and spears DMX down into the mat. GT walks over to Cain, with a mic

Ghost Tank: "Cain and I have been talking to one another. He has seen what I am capable of, and he even felt how capable I am. Cain and I have decided to team up, to dominate the tag team division. The Original Murderer and The Phoenix have joined up, to wreak havoc and destruction upon the Ex-Dubbayew-Eff locker room,"

Cain walks to the backroom, as Ghost Tank readies himself for the electrified Hell In-A-Cell match with LH Harrison.

Suddenly the light go out and the titantron begins to come to life.


A black and white image is show on the big screen of an old fashioned and somewhat creepy doll with it's eyes closed. Inaudible whispering can be heardin the background along with the sound of a small child singing ring around the roses in an angelic voice. As the child sings 'We all fall down' the doll opens it eyes for a moment and then the screen goes black and the word 'SOON' appears momentarily before fading out. The lights come back on and we are back to the ring with Cain still up his attention drawn to the big screen As a crow flips in the direction of the titantron Just to see a clearly disturbed Cain And to a much Confusion of the fans ...

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LH Harrison - vs - Ghost Tank Electrified Hell in a Cell

LH Harrison starts in the sinister structure.

"A Beast I Am" by Amon Amarth plays

Alysia begins to dance with juggling torches that have been lit. The lights get brighter, then darker, at least for a bit before the light darkens, and a strobe light begins its dance as Ghost Tank slowly makes his way out. Alysia would start to bring the torches closer to her body, lighting parts of herself and clothes on fire. The sound of metal scraping against the ground rings through the arena. As the lights begin to brighten, it reveals the source, as he wears shackles around his ankles and wrists, with the chain connecting the two scraping along the ground. At the top of the ramp, he lets out a primal roar, and begins to beat his chest.

A Beast Am I starts as Ghost Tank's arms fold across his chest, and then he throws his arms out hard, making a lowercase t with his body, and the bonds break apart. He then bends over, and rips the shackles off his ankles. He grabs Alysia, once free from his bonds, putting out the fire by hand. However, her outfit would be completely changed, as if the fire transformed her clothes. Letting her go after a kiss, he then ran to the ring, leaping from the ground and up to the top rope, which he grabs, using his power and agility to hold him straight upside down on the rope, then flips himself around, landing in the ring, onto his feet and facing the referee as he lets go of the rope, standing tall with his fists once more thumping against his flesh.

The bell rings and The Phoenix and The Inspiration circle around. LH Harrison rushes him for a clothesline, but Tank is able to duck underneath and connects with a clothesline of his own! Tank grabs LH Harrison and whips him hard into the turnbuckle! Harrison goes over the corner and smashes his head on the post!

His face is a crimson mask! Ghost Tank charges across the ring as Harrison turns around and leaps for a crossbody! Harrison’s head smashes against the second turnbuckle. Harrison is reeling and looks in a world of hurt. Tank grabs Harrison and throws him off the ropes before catching his rebound with a pop-up powerbomb! Harrison comes crashing down into the mat with a thud!

LH isn’t moving! Ghost Tank climbs up to the turnbuckle and leaps!

JIM ROSS: "ASHES FALL! "

The Phoenix Splash connects! He covers!

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THREE!

BOBBY HEENAN: "Well shit, that was quick."

JIM ROSS: "Things are not going well for LH Harrison."

Ghost Tank celebrates to boos as his music plays.

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MAIN EVENT Peter Gilmour - vs - Morbid Angel Singles, One Fall Special Guest Referee Jessie-ica Diaz The winner will be awarded ALL of his opponent's xbux or an agreed upon amount Jessie-ica Diaz may state her intentions, if any, in a promo

"Sick like me" by In This Moment begins to play

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.

"God Gives Head in Heaven" by Aeon begins to play.

he lights go out…the crowd screams with anticipation for who is to enter! The rhythmic drumming sounding like a battle march gets louder. The lights slowly come on turning the arena red.Double bass starts drilling as Aeon’s - God Gives Head in Heaven roars over the loud speakers! Morbid Angel storms from the backstage area and flexes his massive arms for the crowd who screams with excitement! Morbid stomps down to the ring and steps over to the top rope and walks to the center of the ring and flexes again!

The two men begin to circle the ring as the special referee Jessie-ica Diaz calls for the bell with a sweet innocent smile on her face.

JIM ROSS: Here we go our main event underway! And remember folk, the loser of this match has to hand over ALL their Xbux to the winner.


Morbid Angel gets on the offensive straight away and rushes at Peter driving him into the corner refusing to let him out, Jessie shouts at Morbid to let Peter out of the corner and he smiles slowly stepping back as Peter rubs his chin and advances on Angel and the two lock up. Angel over powers Peter however getting him in a headlock, he applies some pressure causing Peter to writhe about before he breaks out of the hold thanks to some well placed elbows to Angels abdomen. Peter Irish Whips M.A to the ropes and he comes bouncing back off them, Peter drops to the mat and M.A jumps over and rebounds off the over side. Morbid comes back off the ropes and runs into Peter springs to his feet and lands a viscous spinning Heel kick! Morbid stumbles backwards towards the ropes bounces off them and lands clothesline from hell for Peters troubles! Angel then scoops Peter up and drives him back down to the canvas with a bone shattering body slam!


JIM ROSS: Nice power display by Morbid Angel here.

BOBBY HEENAN: He hasn't been the most active competitors as of late but doesn't look he's lost a step!

Peter groans and rolls out the ring but Angel is hot on his heels, the two exchange punches outside the ring as Jessie-ica leans through the ropes telling them to bring the action inside, both men ignore her however as Peter delivers a kick to Angels gut that doubles him over, Peter then wraps his arms around Angels waist...Belly to Belly suplex into the crowd barricade. Angel curses in Russian as Peter gets back to his feet and pulls Angel up to his feet before Irish whipping him into the steel steps. Peter then rolls back into the ring.

JIM ROSS: Peter in control now

BOBBY HEENAN: Yeah but for how long, Morbid Angels gonna be pissed.

Peter shouts at Jessie to begin counting Angel out and she does so.


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3!


4!

Morbid Angel begins to stir!

5!

Morbid Angel gets to his feet using the steps he was thrown into for support!


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7!

Morbid Angel rolls back into the ring and like a fly on shit Peter is all over him. Pulverizing him with lefts and rights. Morbid Angel growls like an animal giving Peter a face punch while stood on one knee, the punch causes Peter to double back giving Morbid Angel the time and space to get to full vertical base.Peter shakes off the cobwebs and comes back at Morbid but M.A is ready for him and lands a big boot that sends Peter crashing to the mat. Peter gets back to his feet and M.A wraps his hand around Peters throat hoisting him and sending him crashing back down with a chokeslam! Morbid goes for the pin.


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KICKOUT!


Peter kicked out at 2. Morbid Angel picks Peter up and drags him to the corner again before landing a couple of chops that ring throughout the arena. Morbid Angel then throws Peter out the corner onto the floor and begins to climb the top rope, Peter is back on his feet however and he lands a right hook that leaves Morbid dazed and crouched on top of the turnbuckle! Peter smiles and climbs the turnbuckle where Morbid is perched and hoists him on top of his shoulders,before jumping off the turnbuckle with Morbid on his shoulders and executing a top rope firemans carry!

BOBBY HEENAN: Angel has just had his wings clipped! That looked devastating.


Both men crash to the canvas, Peter rolls his body on top of Morbid who understandably seems to be in a great deal of pain.


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Kickout!

Peter looks shocked that Morbid kicked out. He gets to his feet and picks Morbid Angel with him and lands another belly to belly Suplex. Peter then drops an elbow into Morbids stomach before running off the rope and connecting with a leg drop on Morbids throat.This time its Morbid Angel who rolls out the ring with Peter in pursuit. Peter picks Morbid up off the floor and drives his body into the apron before rolling him back in the ring as Jessie-ica begins to count again. Peter then throws Morbid to the ropes and hits him with a Samoan Drop when he comes off the rebound! Peter then picks up Morbid then throws him at the ropes again but this time Morbid connects with a lariat that rocks Peter. Morbid then executes a picture perfect snap DDT that has Peter sprawled on the mat.Morbid goes for the pin

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KICKOUT

Peter kicks out at 2 once again channeling his inner John Cena. Morbid looks frustrated but not defeated as he begins to climb the top turnbuckle once more.He waits for Peter to get up and when he does launches himself off the top to connect with a flying spear...but Peter side steps! Morbid crashes and burns, groggily getting to his feet holding his head turning around to face Peter.. Super kick by Gilmour! Morbid is stunned but he does not fall to the mat instead sways right and left on the spot with glazed eyes, Peter sees his chance and sets him up for the....

BOBBY HEENAN: END GAME!
JIM ROSS: Peters got this won!

Peter goes for the pin

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3-NO!

Morbid kicks out at 2.5! Peter is stunned, he gets to his feet and starts mouthing off at Jessie-ica accusing her of counting slow. Jessie-ica shakes her head and Peter spits at her feet turning around.As he does, Jessie-icas face turns pale,before turning into a twisted look of pure demented rage.

JIM ROSS: Uh oh! Not a wise move spitting at Jessie-ica there!

BOBBY HEENAN: Shes switched! Look at Peter!

Peter goes to pick up a still groggy Morbid Angel to deliver another Endgame, when Jessica-ica drops to her knees and gives Peter a low blow from behind. Peter drops to the floor holding his family jewels squealing like a pig. Morbid finally gains his bearings and gets to his feet looking at the downed Peter and the now once again innocent looking Jessie-ica who simply shrugs. Morbid Angel shrugs back. Causally picking up Peter Gilmour and executing his patented Gott ist Tot!

BOBBY HEENAN: Brutal crucifix power bomb and it looks like Peter is out cold.

Morbid Angel covers Peter as Jessie-ica counts!

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Jesse-ica holds up Morbid Angels hand in victory as Peter rolls put the ring and falls face first onto the floor.

BOBBY HEENAN: Peter could of had this match if he hadn't of been an idiot and disrespected the special ref!

JIM ROSS: "special" indeed Bobby! And to add insult to injury, not did Jessie-ica cost him the match...Shes also cost him all his Xbux!

essie Diaz has just finished raising the winner's hand when Rockstar by Nickelback begins to play.

Kilo
Kilo
Kilo

The KKK members are back! They enter in from the audience and attack Jessie Diaz in the ring. Dim The Professer of Insanety then makes his way down carrying a branding iron. What the fuck?!

The klan members give Jessie a triple power bomb as Dim enters the ring with his red hot branding iron. The orders the three men to strip Jessie Diaz of her pants and shirt. Jessie is now in her bra and panties. Dim pulls out his penis. The three klan members flip Jessie onto her stomach and Dim presses the branding iron down onto Jessie's upper back! It's burning the poor woman as she screams in pain! Once Dim is done we get a look at what he branded her with.

DIM AND PETER
WERE HERE!
Brag about it!
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Dim then takes a staple gun and staples a signed photograph of Peter Gilmour into Jessie's forehead. Dim then rubs his sweaty, erect penis, and then smudges Jessie's face with that same gross hand. Dim kicks her in the head and leaves.

"Hope you like the gift, bitch. maybe next time youll stay in the goddamn kitchen where a woman belongs"

JIM ROSS "Can we please, for the love of God, have one show were this jackass doesn't ruin everything!"

BOBBY HEENAN: "I agree JR, Dim is such a ."

JIM ROSS "Well folks, that brings an end to another epic Warfare. Next week we will be in St. Petersburg, Russia! Be sure to tune in. I have been Jim Ross."

BOBBY HEENAN: " And I've been Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan!"

JIM ROSS "And goodnight!"

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Ghost Tank sees by the camera crew coming to him, and in his hand is a thick vial, which is full, to the brim, with a crimson liquid. Ghost Tank chuckles, holding out the vial to show it in its entirety as he spoke

"El Aytch Harrison...you didn't even try to fight me. That or you simply understood the futility of trying to beat me. Before the show started, I bribed a camera man to take this very tube, and if you had bled during our match, to get as much as he could of your life force. When the match ended, and before your carcass was dragged to the back, he did what I paid him to do, and now, I have the blood of The Prophet. Now, El Aytch,I am going to get another vial, and scoop up what I can from what was spilled on me. Next week, I'll be prepared for everything you may come at me, while trying to win the tag belts from The Brick Squad, who haven't been true fighting champions,and they will find themselves destroyed by Cain and I. We'll meet again some day, You will want to right that is your loss to me. All you need to do, is something pretty simple, something straightforward.

I want you to..."

He grinned wide before speaking one word

"...Beg."

The video fades to black.

hey jessie if u liked my little gift i was wond'rin if i can take u out sometime honey

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave                                                                                   

that's what that cunt gets from fucking me over! Too bad I didn't get a chance to break her back and make her humble ;)

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

its ok peter cause mr. feder gave me that little branding iron as a gift

ya know, the one he used on that john madison at gauntlet city?

now jessie'll have our names branded on that purty little back of hers for the rest of her miserable life!

ill have a good look at my art work while im fuckin her

by the way jessie, how did my dick sweat feel on yer' face? itll probly clean out them pores. let me know if u want me to bottle some up for ya

bitch

lemme know about that date honey

god bless

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave                                                                                   

Peter! WHERES MY FUCKING MONEY!?!

ask the gms

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

You could also just pay him like you agreed to. Why can't you do it on your own?

Wait a second, I forgot who I was talking to for a second.

Don't mind me. Carry on.

Shit the fuck up

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

Why don't you make me?

I got a pretty open slate fatboy.

Or are you going to get someone else to do that for you too?

Excuses coming in 3...2...

kick his ass peter

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave                                                                                   

Yeah Peter. Come and kick my ass tough guy.

anytime.. anywhere drew.. im putting you in a grave!

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

Well there you go. You and me. Buried alive match. Wednesday Night Warfare. July 8th. I'll bring my shovel. You won't be needing yours.

ooc: Im taking off the july 8th show cuz ill be away 4th of july weekend. then i might take off the july 15th show since ill be at a concert on the 10th.. but we could do the 15th if we agree to 2-3 rps. if not let's do it on july 22nd. that way I'll be ready

so july 22nd we can do this and let's make it a epic match

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

OOC: How about the 29th of July? I'll be away the week of the 10th to the 18th and will not sometime to get shit sorted when I get back. so the 29th would work better for me. That work for you? 2-3 rp limit is fine with me.

sounds good to me

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