*Sal Valencia is backstage with an envelope in his hands.*
Hi. I'm Sal. Sal Valencia: Attorney at Law. And you, Wallace Witasick, are a man who is currently in a dangerous place. You see, in this envelope contains several items that would bring your world to your knees, but I would like it noted that I'm not threatening you. You see, my client, Eric Rex, and I don't want you to suffer. That's why we're about to lay down this offer. We are not after your money or even any rematch. No, all we want, by this time next week, is an apology. It would be a terrible shame if this package fell into the wrong hands.



We are here live in Orlando, Florida and ready for another thrilling installment of what appears to be a star packed episode of Warfare. Getting right into the action here tonight with two rookies making their big debut here in the BIG SHOW! THE XWF! Tonight will have the very sinister and unique character known as 'The Maggot' tangles with the reckless and more dignified rookie by the name of Brian Cambell. It certainly looks to be an interesting match up for our first bout of the evening. Both these men are anxious as are the fans... Now we take you live into the action!!!

Making his way to the ring first weighting 218 pounds from Des Moines, Iowa... he is 'The Maggot' Michael Taylor!

'Pulse of the Maggots' by Slipknot blares over the X-tron as the new loner of the XWF slowly makes his way towards the ring. He's here with a purpose tonight. Put an end to Brian Cambell's dreams of an XWF debut win. Dark red encompasses the arena as he raises his hands to the XWF fans who are currently undecided on where he stands here in this just his debut match. The masked freak looking man prepares for his opponent's arrival with a distinct glare in the general direction of the ring entrance.

and his opponent from Nashville, Tennessee weighing 176 pounds.... BRIAN CAMPBELL!!!

'St. Jimmy' by Green Day blares over the loudspeakers as Campbell arrives at the top of the ring entrance.

A certain weight disadvantage here as Brian Campbell should use his slight speed and elusiveness advantage if he plans on winning this fight...

Campbell shows off this when he enters the ring by running and celebrating at every turnbuckle. Taking in the energy and the fans are loving it! Getting a much bigger response than the other rookie in this match.

A back flip off the turnbuckle!

The fans cheer and clap as the bell rings and





WHAM!!!





Taylor was prepping his strike while watching the acrobats. His vicious onslaught of punches knock Campbell to his knees and with a wicked belly to back suplex that he hooks in with a ducking Campbell gives him the upper hand. A few leg drops put him in an even larger advantage as he's already began his ascent up the ropes...

Taylor climbs and Cambpell rises to his feet.


Taylor flies right at him looking for a sailing clotheline but is rather


WHAM!!

caught with a spinning drop kick in mid air...

This one might be over already...

Wow!!! What a kick.



Campbell with the cover.


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KICKOUT by The Maggot!

How in the hell did he manage that is beyond me?

What a first impression both these superstars make in just one simple move. A devastating blow by Campbell and a distinct sign of will power from Taylor by kicking out. Both men staggering to their feet now as Campbell is first to succeed. He gets Taylor to his feet again and hits him with a quick snapping DDT that slams his mask straight into the mat...

Off the ropes now is Cambell...


Slingshots off the ropes again...




FLAILING THROUGH THE AIR!!!



WHAM!!!



Falling body press directly on top of 'The Maggot'

Another cover from Campbell....





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KICKOUT!!!



Taylor kicks out of another one. This time he may have been gaining strength as he sends Campbell flailing through the air...

Maggot gets to his feet first and hooks up and lands a half nelson backbreaker that vibrates off the mat and Campbell flies outside the ring to avoid further destruction to himself. The Maggot is catching his breath on his knees as Campbell begins climbing the turnbuckle. Now it's his turn to fly!!!

He flies and...













MICHAEL TAYLOR catches him in mid air...


SPINEBUSTER!!!




Campbell is down and out...



and Taylor's not through quite yet....


He's going airborne again...


Campbell isn't moving....























FROM THE TOP ROPE Taylor leaps!






VERMILLION!!!


(Swanton Bomb)



This should do it...










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THREE!!





Steve Sayors: That hulking freak of nature, Jason E. Smith is waiting in the ring...and taking up the majority of it...along with the recently returned aerial sensation, World 1-International! The man they're waiting for is the controversial mercenary-turned wrestler, Eric Rex! In his brief time with the XWF...his lawyer has sued the federation, he's deliberately cost Slick Rick a deserved victory over Big Bad Leroy...and he actually simply walked away from his match with White Lion last week...offering no real explanation for his actions!

'The Land of Rape and Honey' by Ministry plays over the PA system as Eric Rex emerges from the back, stalking down the turnbuckle with no discernible emotion on his face.

Steve Sayors: This match, in a way, represents every facet of wrestling--the high-flying daredevil, World 1-International...the powerhouse Jason E. Smith...and the cold, calculating technician in Eric Rex. The bell rings...and World 1-International instantly takes to the air, pressing off Jason Smith's chest and twisting into an axe-handle smash aimed at Eric Rex, who instead catches the Japanese-Canadian high-flier in a standing arm-triangle choke! Even as he chokes World 1-International, he nails Jason Smith in the solar plexus! Rex lifts World 1-International up and slams him down, still maintaining the arm-triangle all the while...World 1-International's shoulders are down...the referee begins to count...the Japanese-Canadian superstar is getting submitted and pinned all at once! Jason Smith comes down with an elbow drop...Rex releases the arm-triangle and rolls out of the way, leaving World 1-International to take the blow in his absence!

Liz Weinberg: Jason Smith's good buddies with Slick Rick...in fact, he was trying to watch Slick Rick's back at ringside when Eric Rex cost Slick Rick that match against Big Bad Leroy last week! Looks like now is his chance to even the score for his buddy...if he can!

Steve Sayors: They tie-up in the middle of the ring...and Eric Rex actually pulls guard on Smith...bringing the powerhouse on top of him! Rex gets control of Smith's wrists...pushes one in...and snaps on his specialty triangle choke, The Cuban Necktie! But no sooner does he lock it on...than Eric Rex lifts him up into the air...he's going to power-bomb the Mercenary!

Liz Weinberg: If by power-bomb...you mean, collapse to the mat unconscious...then I'm right with you.

Steve Sayors: Amazing! Smith goes down before he can execute the slam...the choke seems to have rendered him lifeless! But wait, here comes World 1-International, out of nowhere...with a fist drop to the throat of Eric Rex! Rex is reeling and Smith...Smith seems to be in dreamland! World 1-International Irish-whips Rex off the ropes...front drop-kick by World 1-International--no, Rex puts on the breaks, and there's nothing for World 1 to kick! World-1 kicks up to his feet and the two circle around one another...they tie up...Rex again pulls guard...dangerous tactic in a sport where being on your back for too long can cost you the match! Hip-bump sweep attempt by Rex...World 1-International almost goes over...but posts with his arm to block the sweep...only to leave himself open for...yes, another Cuban Necktie triangle choke! What's this...? Jason E. Smith has got World 1-International around the waist...he heaves him up into the air...with Rex attached...! that's...over 400 pounds! And Smith...Smith just back suplexed the whole load....! Grabbing Rex by what's left of his hair, Smith hurls the Mercenary from the ring...and now, for the moment...its him and World 1-International!

Steve Sayors: Smith steps back and shakes out his arms...it looks like that incredible suplex took something out of him as well...and how could it not? That was an incredible....an astounding feat of strength...Smith slaps himself in the face and now he's ready to get back at it...but in the meantime, World 1-International looks to have shook some of his cobwebs out...

Liz Weinberg: Yeah...they're going to go at it, as soon as Smith finds a way to get his hands on World 1-International, that is! Its like chasing a shadow...he reaches for him and World 1-International is already back-flipping out of reach! Smith tries for a clothesline...World 1-International baseball slides beneath the attack...what is this, a glorified game of tag?

Steve Sayors: Finally, Smith gets a hold of World 1-International...takes him up for a slam...and World 1-International floats out...! World 1-International goes for back-flip kick...Smith catches him mid-air...and hurls him across the ring with a release suplex...World 1-International sails through space...twists, presses off the ropes...into another back-flip kick! This time...he gets Smith on the top of the head! Smith goes down...and World 1-International nails him with....it looks like a standing moonsault...into a knee-drop! World 1-International hops up to the top turnbuckle now...he needs to be careful here...

Liz Weinberg: Speaking of careful...get a load of Eric Rex! Looks like he exchanged his spot in the match for a ringside seat...

Steve Sayors: Eric Rex watches and waits from the outside...while World 1-International comes off the top rope...SUPER-KICK BY JASON SMITH! Wait, no--somehow, World 1-International twisted out of the way of the attack in mid-air...and how, cat-like, he lands on his feet...! Amazing! World-1 International and Smith now facing off...well aware by this point of each others abilities...

Liz Weinberg: And it looks like Rex finally got bored of watching...he's back in the ring! But I guess it was expecting too much to figure he was planning on wrestling...looks like he's having a chat with World 1-International....

Steve Sayors: He seems to be suggesting to World 1-International that the two of them double-team Jason Smith...World 1-International is shaking his head...I don't think he trusts Eric Rex! And with good reason! And as they're having their discussion...Smith nails World 1-International with his super-kick! World 1-International is out cold! Rex steps in between the ropes, as if he's going to leave Smith to just take the win...Smith goes down to make the cover...and Rex hurdles the ropes...sling-shots through the air...its a flying triangle choke...Genki Sudo, eat your heart out! He's got the Cuban Necktie secured...he jumped over the ropes...sailed through the air...into a triangle choke on Jason Smith as he was kneeling to make the cover! Smith...Smith's out cold....!

Liz Weinberg: Eric Rex just used his brains and his skills to pick this one up!

Steve Sayors: He acted like he was going to leave the ring...and then he struck...! I'd say the lesson from this match is never, ever trust Eric Rex!

Eric Rex




Steve Sayors: Here comes the team of Slick Rick and White Lion to the ring...and playing on the PA system...it appears to be a special version of Lion's 'Transformers' theme, switched around so that it's subject is Lion Heroes, rather than autobots and decepticons! In this era where so many of the Warfare teams seem dysfunctional and at times more ready to fight one another than their scheduled opponents, Slick Rick and White Lion are what has become a rarity...a team that appears, for all intents and purposes, to actually get along!

Liz Weinberg: Well, I guess you can contrast that with the two fellows waiting in the ring for them...Chris MacBeth, the Serial Arm-Breaker, he doesn't really get along with anyone...heck, I think you have to trust someone before you can get along with them, right? MacBeth seems to think that anything and everyone is out to get him...from Big Bad Leroy....to Wallace Witasick...heck, he probably thinks you're trying to screw him over, Sayors.

Steve Sayors: Me? What did I--

Liz Weinberg: Relax. I'm just making a point...MacBeth is one angry, paranoid punk-rocker.

Steve Sayors: AJ Powell, on the other hand, seems much more well-adjusted, given that this is a man who was nearly killed in an explosion not so long ago. I must say though, Liz...MacBeth does have some cause to be angry. I mean, its true that the circumstances of Leroy's win over him were dubious at best. What was supposed to be a singles match seemed to turn into a gauntlet between the entirety of Leroy's endless array of paid henchmen--and women--and Chris MacBeth. Even then, MacBeth nearly won! And he did, absolutely, positively, throw Mark Flynn over the top rope in that battle royal all those weeks ago...and again, through no fault of his own, was swindled out of the fruit of his labors!

Liz Weinberg: Eh, cry me a river. Maybe if he wasn't such an angry, paranoid whack job, people might be nicer to him!

Steve Sayors: In any event...this match looks to be getting under way...starting off with Chris MacBeth, the 155-pound giant killer...and Slick Rick...the 6'4 powerhouse of a man! Slick Rick beckons MacBeth to meet him in the middle of the ring...and MacBeth obliges! But before they can lock up...MacBeth drops to his butt...grabs Slick Rick's heels while hooking the inside of Rick's knees with his feet...and sending the big man tumbling over! A classic jiu jitsu "hook sweep!" MacBeth scrambles atop Rick Jones...passes his guard, mounts him...and begins reign down a brutal barrage of ground and pound...Rick Jones gets up his hands to fend the lighting fast blows off...and MacBeth takes advantage, spinning into one of his trade-mark armbars! Is Rick Jones going to be yet another victim of MacBeth's penchant for injuring his adversaries...? The big man gets a foot to the rope....and a reprieve...now they're up on their feet...and MacBeth is all over Rick Jones with low-kicks...looking to chop the oak tree in front of him down as much as possible! Jones lunges with a clothesline, MacBeth has it well scouted and spins out of the way...and resumes his assault on Jones's legs...Jones with another clothesline attempt...MacBeth stands straight in the path of the oncoming human locomotive...and stops him short with a one-two to the face...his precision strikes sending the Slick One reeling back...MacBeth fakes a low-kick and leaps into a Superman punch...and Slick Rick finally has his opening...he counters with his infamous spear! 280-pounds of muscle just collided full force into MacBeth's 155-pound frame! Rick Jones lifts MacBeth aloft now for a suplex...and...

Liz Weinberg: AJ Powell leans over the ropes....and slaps MacBeth's back! MacBeth manages to float out of the suplex...Slick Rick turns just in time to see Powell coming at him off the top with a flying neck-breaker! MacBeth gets in a few stomps to Slick Rick's prone body before stepping out.

Steve Sayors: Irish-whip by Powell, Slick Rick reverses it...Rick back body-drop by Slick Rick...Powell scouts it...sun-set flip! Rick won't go over though...he's too strong! MacBeth runs into the ring...roundhouse kick to the head by MacBeth...the referee chases him off...but meanwhile, Powell takes him over...for...is that going to be three...? No, Rick bursts out...stomps from Powell...and he tags back out...more stomps from MacBeth follow...kicks to Jones's knees...as the referee yells for Powell to get out of there, the two former enemies set Jones up for a double-suplex...White Lion hurdles the ropes and runs to break it up...but the referee intercepts him! Ohhh! Double suplex onto the big man...and now tandem stomps as the referee yells for White Lion to return to the ring apron. White Lion reluctantly does as he is told...while Powell tags back in...he sets up Rick Jones at the top turnbuckle...and the big man, with a surge of life...shoves Powell off of him...Powell lands on the canvas...Rick Jones low looks poised to come off the top...but Powell beats him to the punch, bouncing off the top rope into a flying heel-kick to Jones' temple...knocking the big man off his perch! Powell with a hurricanrana...and yet another tag-in of Chris MacBeth...who swiftly mounts Jones and begins another ground-and-pound assault...and, as before, follows it with a transition into an arm-bar!

Liz Weinberg: This time, the ropes are nowhere in sight! Its all over for Rick Jones!

Steve Sayors: As White Lion shouts his encouragement, Rick Jones grits his teeth, locks his hands together...gets up...lifts MacBeth...and... POWER-BOMB! MacBeth is down...but so is Jones...both men are crawling to their respective corners...MacBeth gets there first...AJ Powell is in...and he pounces on Jones right before he could reach the White Lion's hand...! Powell with stomps...and an Irish-whip...Jones comes off with a spear! A scintillating spear...one of his specialties as we've come to see in his matches! Powell is down...Jones is down...but he lunges towards his corner...and makes the tag....to the White Lion! The self-proclaimed True Lion Hero has just entered the fray! Lion-lariat to AJ Powell! White Lion is beating his chest and roaring in the middle of the ring! Chris MacBeth now on the top turnbuckle...tag or no tag....he's going to attempt some sort of aerial assault on the White Lion! What's this...Rick Jones has lifted White Lion up...has Rick Jones betrayed his partner....? He hurls the White Lion through the air like a human fastball...the Lion Hero collides head on with MacBeth...sending the paranoid punk-rocker tumbling to the outside...and now, White Lion is crouched on the top turnbuckle in his place...ready to pounce! Filled with new life...Rick Jones sets AJ Powell up on his shoulders...and the White Lion comes off the turnbuckle with a flying Lion Lariat...Lion-Bomb by the White Lion, in the middle of the ring....! Is he going to make the cover...? NO! He's going...he's going to roar! He's pointing at the audience, everyone in the audience...he wants them to roar with him!

Liz Weinberg: Just finish him off you moronic Thundercats reject!

AJ catches him as he turns around...















GOODNIGHT FROM ORLANDO!

AJ Powell landed his finisher while the others are distracted.

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Three!





The people in the arena collectively stare up at the ceiling as the dreaded steel cage descends slowly to the ring. The cage looks even more sinister when it's top is covered in barbed wire. Not only is the top covered, but all four sides of the structure as well. It is literally a barbed wire cage. It even has that deep music and dark lighting to get everyone's adrenaline pumping.




This match is huge. The rivalry between these two men has spanned for over five years. They will lock up for the first time in 2013. This one is sure to be a classic!

"The Pretender" by Foo Fighters plays as Bryce makes his way down the ramp. His bodyguards; Hired Body Guard 1, Hired Body Guard 2, and Hired Body Guard 3, are nowhere to be seen tonight. Rumor has it that them bodyguards were fired over the weekend by Bryce. Bryce must not have been happy with their performances in that 4 on 1 handicap match from last week

"Introducing first, he weighs 243 pounds, he is 'The Xtremist,' Bryce!"

The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for Peter's next opponent to come out.

"His opponent is from Los Angeles, California, and weighs 265 pounds. He is the self-proclaimed "King of Wrestling," Peter Gilmour!"

Bryce, who's known to be an aggressive, extreme, "high flyar," is set to go against Peter Gilmour who's a brawler that just wants to hurt people. Peter is also skilled when it comes to technical ability, but will that be a smart game plan for going up against an aggressive "high flyar?"

The bell rings and they're off!

Bryce shows his aggressive side by charging after Peter for a grab but Peter gets his knee up and Bryce runs right into the side of Peter's knee cap. Bryce should have been less aggressive on that one.

Peter grabs Bryce by his hair and throws him into the cage wall in front of Rose Smith who watches from the outside. You gotta wonder what kind of role Rose will play in this match, if any. Rose is still walking lightly on her ankle but she appears to be doing better.

Peter has Bryce by his hair again. He flexes his arm, points at Rose, and then throws Bryce head-first into the cage again. Peter better be careful, he can't afford to be too cocky this early in the match.

Bryce must not have come into direct contact with any barbed wire since he doesn't appear to have any lacerations yet.

Peter reaches down for Bryce, but Bryce pops him in the gut with an aggressive punch. That punch was so aggressive that it pushed Peter back a few steps.

Bryce then runs off the ropes and flips Peter across the ring with a head scissors take down! Peter staggers up to his feet, trying to regain his balance, but Bryce runs into him with an enzuigiri. Peter falls flat on his face from the impact of that kick.

Bryce goes to work on Peter with some kicks to the back. He runs off the ropes again and this time hits Peter with a double stomp to the lower back. Peter must be in a lot of pain from having 245 pounds crashing into his back like that.

Bryce takes Peter over to the cage wall near Rose Smith, and puts Peter into a camel clutch. I can't believe Bryce is putting Gilmour in that painful looking submission hold right in front of his fiance! What must be going through Peter's soon-to-be wife?

Rose Smith walks up to the cage and bangs on the door with her fist, yelling at Bryce to let go of her future husband. Bryce talks trash back at Rose.

Bryce: "YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT THE BITCH OUT OF ME!"

Rose looks confused at Bryce. How does she even respond to Bryce who's willing to admit that he is a bitch?

Hearing Bryce talk trash to his wife seems to bring out the rage in Peter Gilmour as he pulls together his strength and gets up to his feet. With Bryce still on his back, Peter simple slams himself back-first on the mat, crushing Bryce under all 265 pounds of his body weight.

Peter walks over to Bryce and hits a leg drop over his chest. He then locks in a body scissors on Bryce. Peter is really focused on draining the air out of Bryce's chest. Bryce looks like he can barely breath.

Rose Smith walks over to applaud Peter for his tactic.

Bryce tries to throw an elbow at Peter, but Peter catches the arm and puts Bryce into a half nelson. Peter tries to grab Bryce's other arm to make it a full nelson, but Bryce holds his free arm in close to his chest. Peter becomes tired of dealing with Bryce's struggle. With the body scissors still applied, Peter rolls Bryce over onto his chest and begins to pummel him in the back of the head with punches.

Peter releases the body scissors from Bryce and lures him towards the cage. He picks Bryce up into his arms and then slams him back-first into the steel wall.

One of the strands of barbed wire that's wrapped around the cage really hooked into Bryce's flesh. Bryce is now working with a three inch gash running down the right side of his back.

Peter takes the strands of barbed wire from the cage wall and puts Bryce's wrists through them. He's using the barbed wire to attach Bryce's hands to the steel cage!

Oh my, this is starting to look a lot like that time Paul Frost tied Bryce down to a telephone pole with barbed wire and ran him over with a dump truck. Only this time-- Bryce is tied to a steel cage and the dump truck is Peter Gilmour!

Bryce wriggles around, trying to break free from his barbed wire restraints. Peter just looks at him, laughing. Rose Smith and the millions of other ladies watching at home are probably drenched in their panties right now as Peter removes his sleeveless t-shirt like he's f***ing Hulk Hogan!

Peter goes for a big splash onto Bryce who's tied to the cage wall by barbed wire-- But Bryce manages to free himself just in time, and moves out of the way. Peter hits the big body splash into the barbed wire steel cage! Holy s***! Peter's flabby abdomen just collided with steel and strands of barbed wire!

Peter falls to the ground as he begins to bleed from his chest and arms.

Bryce's wrists are bleeding as well from being tied down to the cage with barbed wire, but something tells me that he's used to getting his wrists sliced around this time of day.

Bryce throws Peter Gilmour into the corner with an Irish whip. He then walks up to Peter and lays into him with some chops. Bryce is sure to hit the areas of Peter's chest where there are open cuts. After about six chops, Bryce looks down at the palm of his hand which is covered in Peter's blood. Peter falls down to his knees holding his bloody chest.

With Peter's blood smeared across his palm, Bryce slaps Peter across his face. How humiliating!

Rose Smith is shocked. She holds her hands over her face as she watches her husband bleed out from several different areas of his chest.

Bryce grabs Peter by the neck and begins to shove his face into the barbed wire steel cage. He rakes the barbed wire cage with Peter's face, moving Peter's face from side-to-side. Blood begins to pour from Peter's forehead.

Peter is in a lot of pain as Bryce drags him to the center of the ring.

Bryce tries to lift Peter up for a DDT, but Peter counters out of it with a fireman's carry. With a face full of blood, Peter runs slowly off the ropes and into the back of Bryce's head with a yakuza kick. Peter is looks drained of energy right now due to the tremendous blood loss. It doesn't take long at all for barbed wire to cause harm to these guys.

Peter realizes the situation he's in. He'll need to work quick before he passes out.

Peter lifts Bryce up vertically, and drops him with a brain buster in the center of the ring.

Peter thinks he can finish this up. He walks over to the cage door which is also covered in barbed wire. The outside official releases the latch and opens the door for Peter.




Peter steps half way through the door.



His whole body is in the frame of the door...




He makes his first step and--


Bryce interrupts by grabbing Peter's arm.

Bryce pulls Peter back into the ring.

Bryce throws some punches into the bloody face of Peter. He wraps his arm around Peter's neck, runs up the turnbuckles, and drops Peter with a tornado bulldog in the center of the ring!

Bryce is now going to the door.


He gives the referee the signal.


The referee opens the door for Bryce.



Bryce walks up to the doorway. His body is in the middle of the frame of the door, he just needs to step out--



BUT ROSE SMITH SLAMS THE BARBED WIRE CAGE DOOR INTO BRYCE'S FACE! That w****!

The referee tries to grab after Rose Smith, but she kicks him in the nuts. She then goes under the ring, in fact she knows exactly where to go. She's puling something out and it's-- it's a barbed wire bat! She must have planted that weapon there before the show even started.

The referee is still down holding his balls.

Rose throws the barbed wire bat into the ring.

Peter and Bryce both notice the weapon and begin to race towards it. They both grab a hold of it, each of them with one hand on opposite sides of the barbed wire bat.

They rise to their feet, still having a tug-of-war over the barbed wire bat. Instead of pulling back, Peter decides to rush forward with the bat and pin Bryce against the cage wall. Peter now has full control of the barbed wire bat as Bryce loses his grip. Peter swings the barbed wire bat at Bryce, but Bryce ducks and Peter only hits the cage. Bryce doesn't follow up in time though, and Peter smashes him over the shoulder with the barbed wire bat.

Wait a minute-- Rose Smith is still up to something on the outside. She now has a folded up table and is forcing it through the still opened cage door as the referee continues to roll around on the floor after getting kicked in the balls earlier. Rose even throws in a lighter and some gasoline! What is with this wench?

Peter waits for Bryce to stand up, and runs into him with the barbed wire bat, this time hitting him in the face.

Peter sees the table, lighter, and gasoline that Rose Smith tossed in but doesn't think much of it. He needs to end the match now instead of setting up furniture. He looks like he could pass out at any moment as the blood pours from his body. Rose doesn't seem to give a d*** though; she wants to see her man take it to the XTREEEEEEEM!

Peter makes his way over to the door--

But wait-- the referee has recovered and padlocked the door!

Rose Smith is screaming at the referee who's now refusing to open the door for Peter due to Rose Smith's interference. The referee is telling Peter that he'll have to win via escape. Oh God no. Peter can't believe it, he has to crawl through the barbed wire on the top of the cage in order to win. That's gonna hurt like hell!

Peter now directs his attention to the table and gasoline that Rose Smith put into the ring. Peter erects the table. He then picks up the gasoline can and covers the table top in gasoline! Peter picks up the lighter and goes to light it, but Bryce interrupts. Bryce throws punches at Peter, and then slams Peter's head into the top of the table.

Bryce has his sights set on the table now. He takes the lighter from Peter Gilmour, flicks it on, and tosses it on the table. The table is now on fire!

Bryce tries to pick up Peter for a move, but Peter smashes his forearm into Bryce's back. Peter follows up with a headbutt on Bryce, hurting himself in the process. Peter then take Bryce over with a power slam.

Peter sees the flaming table. He's very weak from all of the blood he's lost. He decides it might be in his best interest to climb the cage and escape rather than waste energy on Bryce.

Peter scales the side of the cage, trying to avoid the barbed wire as much as he can. Every cage link that he touches seems to cut him even more though.

Peter makes it to the top of the cage. Now he just needs to swing his leg over the top which is covered in a row of barbed wire. It's gonna hurt Peter when he tries to cross over that top part of the cage, but that's the nature of bared wire steel cage matches.

At that moment, Bryce begins to climb the cage!

It doesn't take long before Bryce catches up to Peter at the top as they begin to trade punches. They go back and forth, punch for punch-- neither man letting up on the other. Both men are sitting with their crotches on the top of the cage where that barbed wire is surely digging into their goods. That can't feel too good.

The exchange continues until Peter breaks it up by smashing Bryce's head down into the barbed wire strands on the top of the cage that they're sitting on.

Peter then hooks Bryce's arms for... no way-- what's this...


A DEATH STRIKE off the cage and through the flaming table!

Oh my God!

It wasn't the prettiest looking Deathstrike, but you have to give Peter credit for pulling it off in such an awkward position with barbed wire digging into his junk.

Bryce rolls out of the flames in pain. He probably has some severe burning on his scalp. Meanwhile, Peter is crawling to the cage door.

The referee is in awe. He reverses his ruling from earlier and decides to allow Peter use the door due to the insanity which just took place.

Peter slowly crawls over to the door with Rose Smith cheering him on...

He makes it through the doorway and places one hand on the outside mat.

Rose Smith chants, "Go Peter! Go!"

Bryce stirs around some but he doesn't have much of a clue as to what's going on.

Peter moves forward some more until he rolls out of the cage and onto the outside. Peter has escaped the barbed wire cage! He gets up to his feet and celebrates. Rose Smith hands Peter his tag titles and goes to kiss him, but Peter gives his victory smooch to the belts instead!


Peter Gilmour walks back into the ring as the cage is lifted off of the ring and up to the ceiling. Bryce has just recovered to his feet and looks back at Peter. Both men are covered in blood after going through hell.

Peter extends his hand out of respect to Bryce. It looks like Peter is ready to bury the hatchet between him and Bryce.

Bryce isn't sure what to make of Peter's behavior. They've been rivals for many years now.

Bryce moves his hand towards Peter's--





But Peter knocks him out with a clothesline! D*** it, I think Bryce was about to shake Peter's hand but we'll never know for sure. That sick bastard, Peter Gilmour, just knocked him down after luring him in for a handshake.

The King of Wrestling stands over Bryce and holds his Trio and Tag Titles over his head.

Peter Gilmour




Steve Sayors: Is that…an orchestra playing through the PA system…? KnightMask is coming out to…classical music….? I guess in the XWF, ladies and gentlemen…you can always expect the unexpected!

Liz Weinberg: Huh, maybe he’s more cultured and less cheesy than I—wait, that’s an electric guitar that just joined in with the violins…I recognize that chord…its that frigging Scorpions song! Ugggh!

Steve Sayors: I’m getting word from the back…this song is called “Hurricane 2000”…featuring the Scorpions backed by the Berlin Phil Harmonic orche—

Liz Weinberg: Who cares, Steve? The lest said about this song, the better. Its giving me 80’s flashbacks. I knew some people almost as annoying as you back then.

Steve Sayors: The 5’7, 180-something former submission grappling world champion is crouched in the corner now…awaiting his tag-team partner…and what an odd couple this is! First, KnightMask is made to tag with Big Bad Leroy, a well-documented nemesis of his…and now…Wallace has scheduled him to fight side by side with the Psychopath himself…

Liz Weinberg: The 6’3, 245 pound Psychopath! A man with little use for the submission holds and technical wrestling chains and flows KnightMask has given over his life to mastering…and even less patience for anyone who gets in his way…and KnightMask had better help he doesn’t fall into that category tonight, tag-team partner or not! Here he is…striding down the ramp to the tune of something a little more contemporary…Link Park’s ‘What I’ve Done.’ With his long hair, full beard and barechest…he looks like he stepped off the set of some sword and sorcery movie…either as the lead man…or, more likely, as the bad guy that kills the hero’s friends and kidnaps his woman before the final battle.

Steve Sayors: He might be a psychopath but he’s apparently not lacking for friends…he’s got a beautiful blonde hanging on his arm…and flanking him are journalist Mark Colllins…and his uncle, Blaine Davids.

Liz Weinberg: Where’d he find her…? At a local Hooters…? Someone needs to tell Davids that he’s an XWF superstar now. He can afford better than bottom-feeding wannabe strippers.

Steve Sayors: Davids steps into the ring as his flock looks on from the outside…KnightMask holds out his hand for Davids to shake…and the long-haired modern day barbarian simply stares at his masked partner in disgust. Davids seems to be verging on throwing a punch at KnightMask—hey, for the first time in weeks…“This Fire” by Killswitch Engage blasts through the PA system….the crowd is standing…they’re roaring…here he is! The Xtreme Champion…the master martial artist…the man who might be the best in the world today…the man with some of the most well-educated feet around…its Angelus!

Liz Weinberg: Steve Davids is ready to go right now…he’s like a rabid pitbull…the referee’s trying to hold him back…

Steve Sayors: Angelus hops up on the turnbuckle…takes in the crowd…this has to be one of the hugest reactions I’ve ever seen in my career…KnightMask approaches Angelus—a man who actually kicked KnightMask into an uncoming taxi cab when the masked man tried to wrest away his Xtreme title—and the two wrestlers exchanged a handshake…Davids shoves Angelus away, apparently he’s not one for displays of sportsmanship! Again a brawl seems poised to break out...but it looks like a circuit in our control room beat them to it…the lights are out!

Liz Weinberg: Steve…how often are you going to fall for this trick? Its just Sebastian Duke hyping up his intro. The lights will come right b—
The lights blink back on to reveal Sebastian Duke in the center of the ring, one hand choking Steve Davids, the other strangling the breath out of KnightMask.
Steve Sayors: Double choke-slam by the reigning US champion! Angelus now off the top rope…with a shooting star-press …into a leg-drop across the throat of KnightMask! Sebastian Duke lifts Davids up high…is he looking for a power-bomb….? Angelus springboards off the ropes…into a moonsault…no, a back-flip into a reverse DDT to Davids executed in tandem with Duke’s power-bomb! For two men who hate each other…they’re working together as if they’re of one mind!

Liz Weinberg: They’re not working together at all, Steve…Angelus is just interjecting himself wherever he sees an opening…and he’s got the speed, agility and timing to factor himself in to Duke’s offense, whether the Angel of Death wants it or not! The referee is finally imposing some sort of order…signalling for Duke to get out of the ring…apparently he’s designated Angelus as the legal man…

Steve Sayors: Angelus goes for a cover on Steve Davids, which I guess makes Davids the legal man in the KnightMask –Davids team…1…2…Davids hurls Angelus off of him, literally bench-pressing him into the air! Angelus lands on his feet…and greets Davids on the barbarian’s return to a standing position with a flurry of kicks to the face…there’s a roundhouse…a heel-kick to the temple…Davids is staggering back…Angelus loads up…he’s going for his patented Super Kick…the Whole Damn Show…and Davids catches Angelus by the ankle, mid-kick…and with his other hand…grabs the former Xtreme Champion by the throat…he heaves him aloft…and brings him crashing down to the mat! Picking up the pieces…Davids slams Angelus down with a power-bomb…he maintains his grip…and lifts him back up for another power-bomb…and another…now he lifts him up one final time…but instead of another power-bomb…he falls backwards…and Angelus is caught throat first on the ropes! This is pure savagery by Steve Davids! As Angelus hangs limply over the ropes…Davids scoops him up from behind…and slams him neck-first with a German suplex!

Liz Weinberg: There was no bridge to that German suplex…no bridge at all! Karl Gotch would be rolling his grave if he saw that…

Steve Sayors: But you can’t argue with the impact…Angelus nearly went through the ring! But Angelus refuses to back down! He kips up to his feet…and comes at Davids with a jumping tornado kick! Davids leans back, narrowly avoiding the blow…and responds with a hellacious clothesline to Angelus! He hurls him almost the length of the ring…into the corner…he charges…but as he’s coming…Duke tags in!

Liz Weinberg: Ugh, rookie mistake! Always go for a neutral corner!

Steve Sayors: The US champion tries to intercept Davids’ with a big boot to the face…but Davids, with speed that belies his bulk, tucks into a roll, avoiding the kick…as Duke is struggling to regain his balance…Davids seizes him from behind in a full-nelson…but the raw power of the US champion is in clear effect…he breaks free of the hold…spins around…and the two are exchanging punches in the middle of the ring…this is amazing! Each punch thrown…the force….the power…could kill a normal man! The impact of each one…well, I can hear it from our commentary booth…and from the looks on the fans faces…they can hear at least as far back as the 6th row…but Duke and Davids…they’re both taking it! And neither man is backing down!

Liz Weinberg: Davids just caught Duke’s hand like it was a fastball and he was a pitcher! Who the heck is this guy…?

Steve Sayors: Duke responds by grabbing Davids by the throat…Davids’ might be crushing Duke’s hand…but Duke is crushing Davids’ windpipe…!

Liz Weinberg: Oh…my…G—Davids just stripped Duke’s hand from his throat…like he was stripping off the hand of a child…now…he’s crushing the US champion’s wrist in one hand…and his fist in the other!

Steve Sayors: Low blow by Duke…Davids doubles over…Duke sets up for a—for nothing! Davids scores with a low-blow of his own! I guess what’s good for the goose…is also good for the gander! Davids lunges towards his corner…KnightMask stretches his arm out as far as it’ll go…and they make the tag! On the other end, Duke tags Angelus in…and the crowd goes wild! KnightMask slides across the ring with the speed of a puck shooting across the ice, looking for one of his single-leg takedowns…but Angelus goes airborn, literally somersaulting over the attack! Side-kick by Angelus…KnightMask catches his leg…dragon-screw by the masked grappler…transitioned straight into an Achilles lock! But Angelus is out almost as soon as he was in! They come at one another…KnightMask goes for a high single-leg…he gets it…but Angelus won’t go down! He’s hopping around on one foot…Enziguri by Angelus! No, KnightMask has him scouted…he ducks…but Angelus transitions from the missed attack into a makeshift pin attempt…KnightMask kicks out before the count can even begin…Angelus lashes out now with a spin-kick…KnightMask gets his guard up in time…but nonetheless…the force sends him rebounding off the ropes…the masked man takes to the air, flipping right over Angelus, locking up the kickboxer’s waist and…as KnightMask’s feet touch the ground…Angelus is simultaneous lifted off it…into the famous Flying Squirrel sla—no, Angelus floats out of it…somehow, someway! KnightMask is right back on him though…he headlocks Angelus, then hooks one of his legs and rolls into a knee-bar! Usually he finesses his way into those holds, but this time…he just muscled it! Angelus grabs the ropes…they’re back on their feet…they nod in appreciation of one another’s skills…what a great show of respect! They slap hands and…and Steve Davids leans over and tags himself in!

Liz Weinberg: He can’t take any more of the cheese fest! I don’t blame him!

Steve Sayors: KnightMask is caught off guard by the move…

Liz Weinberg: Which move? Getting tagged out…or seeing Steve Davids literally grab Angelus by the throat, throw him to the mat and start strangling him like he’s Jack the Ripper or something…? He’s bouncing Angelus’ head up and down on off the mat like it was a basketball!

Steve Sayors: And, if I can read him beneath that mask, I think he might be half-tempted to step in and pull Davids off of Angelus! He’s as horrified by Davids pure savagery as this capacity crowd! Actually…just about the only person that doesn’t seem freaked out…is the man on the opposing team, Sebastian Duke! Davids pulls Angelus up to his feet…and begins rebounding his head off the turnbuckle post…and Duke…Duke seems to be smirking at the display. Is it possible that, perhaps, that the US champion, the Angel of Death…sees something of himself in this merciless upstart wrestler…?

Liz Weinberg: Angelus is bleeding from the nose and mouth now…and still, Davids continues to slam his head against the post…Angelus is out on his feet…the referee tries to break them, to no avail…Davids simply shrugs him off…! The force at which he’s slamming Angelus against that post…that turnbuckle might need some work after this match!

Steve Sayors: KnightMask has seen enough! He hurdles over the ropes and rips Davids away from Angelus...! He couldn’t take it anymore! Davids shoves the masked man…he’s nearly foaming at the mouth, he’s so angry! Angelus’ eyes have rolled to the back of his head…as the supposed partnership between Davids and KnightMask disintegrates before our eyes…Duke steps over the top rope…walks up to Angelus’ limp body…and drags him by the ankle over to their corner…and then tags himself in! The referee, struggling to get between Davids and KnightMask, didn’t even notice!

Liz Weinberg: Davids really is crazy…KnightMask is mute…but Davids actually seems to be carrying on an argument with him!

Steve Sayors: Duke blindsides Davids with a clothesline…and levels KnightMask with a boot the face! Duke lifts up Davids for a Tombstone pile-driver…Davids floats out…he’s got Duke around the waist…Duke strips Davids’ arm off with a wrist-lock...switches to a Fujiwara arm-bar…he’s neutralizing Davids’ brute force now…Davids gets a foot to the rope, breaking up the hold…

Liz Weinberg: On the restart, the men pick up where they left off with their earlier tribute to Rock ‘em Sock ‘em Robots...!

Steve Sayors: One haymaker after another, most of them landing full and clean against their intended target…the opponent’s face! Duke changes things up with a spear to the throat…Davids staggers…and this time, it’s KnightMask who tags himself in! The 5’7 master grappler is squaring off with the near 7-foot US champion! You could call this David and Goliath, but on the other hand…you’ve got maybe the nicest guy in the game versus someone who is considered by many to be the living emodiment, I mean, the very physical incarnation…of evil itself!

Liz Weinberg: KnightMask looks for a single-leg against Duke, but he may as well be trying it against an oak tree…!

Steve Sayors: Duke looks down at KnightMask, putting his shoulder against Duke’s knee and pulling, or trying to pull Duke’s heel towards him…he looks down at the grappler…and simply plucks him off his leg and hurls him the length of the ring! KnightMask gets his feet up…presses off the ropes, twists into…well, I don’t know what he was twisting into…Duke catches him by the throat…heaves him up and—what just happened there? KnightMask left the ground about to be choke-slammed, and returned to the ground with Sebastian Duke in the Gordian Leg-Knot…that inescapable hold that renders the opponent’s legs immobilized, trapped and mere hostages to whatever leg-lock their captor wishes to attempt! Lets see the slow motion replay…Duke takes KnightMask up for the choke-slam, KnightMask strips the hand off of his throat with a modified Fujiwara arm-bar…and as he’s coming back down, nails the scissor take-down on the Angel of Death! And now…that Duke is stuck fast in the Gordian Leg-Knot…KnightMask applies an Achilles lock…and it looks like he may as well be tickling Duke’s feet! He switches to a toe-hold…with similar results…i.e., no results! KnightMask, reluctantly…seems poised to resort to the heel-hook, that most deadly of all leg submissions…which suddenly, his legs fly apart…I can’t believe it! On sheer, raw, power…Duke has broken out of the unbreakble Gordian Leg Knot…! He didn’t escape the hold…he BROKE IT…! And I think…he may have injured KnightMask’s legs in the process….!

Liz Weinberg: If he broke the Gordian Leg Knot…does that make him the Alexander the Great of the XWF…? Or does it just mean the Gordian Leg Knot was every bit as over-hyped as the guy using it…?

Steve Sayors: Duke must be harvesting some kind of super power from that eyeliner he's wearing. He's turning into Super-Duke now as he shakes his fists. He runs off the ropes and knocks down Knightmask with a clothesline. Both men are down. Now that Duke has Knightmask off his back and down on the mat, he can make his way over to tag in Angelus.

Liz Weinberg: Knightmask could also tag in that Steve Davids boy if he wanted.

Steve Sayors. It looks like that is exactly what Knightmask is trying to do. Who will get to their partner first?

Liz Weinberg: Duke tags Angelus!

Steve Sayors: Knightmask tags Davids! And now Davids and Angelus are running after each other. They exchange punches back and forth until Davids catches him off guard with a side slam. Davids follows that move up with a devastating axe kick to the back of Angelus' head. Davids has Angelus up again and he's about to go for the Shockwave.

Liz Weinberg: Blind tag from Knightmask to Davids!

Steve Sayors: Davids lifts Angelus up and drops him with the Shockwave! (Cradle neck breaker) Davids is pinning Angelus, but the referee is informing him that he is NOT the legal man. Knightmask tagged himself in while Davids was in the middle of hitting the Shockwave on Angelus.

Liz Weinberg: Sebastian Duke didn't even notice that Knightmask slipped his hand in to tag Davids. Duke is already pounding on Davids with some kicks, thinking that he has the legal man. Knightmask tosses both Duke and Davids over the top rope, and covers Angelus.


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Knightmask picks up the victory for his team!

Steve Sayors: More like STOLE the victory from Davids!

Liz Weinberg: Oh come off it, Steve. Blind tags are legal, like it or not.

Steve Sayors: Duke and Davids continue to brawl on the outside while Knightmask celebrates in the ring. Wait,-- what's he doing now? Knightmask just walked past us and onto the time keeper's table...

Liz Weinberg: He had Duke's United States Title belt! Haha, this is great.

Steve Sayors: That belt belongs to Duke! But Knightmask enters the ring with it, and holds it above his head! Meanwhile, Davids and Duke continue to beat each other on the outside.

Liz Weinberg: This is a very interesting picture we see, Steve. Knightmask may have stolen the victory tonight, but could that be the same type of spirit which earns him the United States Title in the future?

Steve Sayors: Duke and Davids are finally done brawling with each other and are now in the ring with Knightmask. Knightmask hands the title belt back to its owner, but what must be going through Duke's head right now? He has two brand new contenders to defend against. The rookie and the up and comer. Which man has what it takes to step up to the United States Champion?

Liz Weinberg: Duke leaves now, looking frustrated as hell. Davids and Knightmask are now face-to-face. These two will meet next week--

Steve Sayors: WHOA!! Holy crap, Davids just charged into Angelus with a flying knee to the side of his head! Angelus was in the process of recovering after his loss, but just took a wicked knee strike to his head from Davids.

Liz Weinberg: I don't think Davids is pleased with Knightmask's actions here tonight. Angelus is unconscious on the mat. He might have a concussion!

Steve Sayors: I think this Steve Davids boy might be more dangerous than we think. Knightmask doesn't know what to think as he watches Steve Davids leave the ring.

Knightmask and Steve Davids