Date: December 9, 2013
Arena: Wembley Stadium
City: London, England
Pyro explodes all over Wembley Stadium as the thousands upon thousands of Madness fans come unglued. The Sound of Madness is heard throughout the arena as Madness hits the air waves.
JOEY STYLES: “WELCOME MADNESS MANIACS! WE'RE HOT OFF THE HEELS OF LETHAL LOTTERY! WE'RE LIVE FROM LONDON TONIGHT! I'M THE VOICE OF MADNESS, JOEY STYLES AND TONIGHT, PAUL HEYMANS FALL MADNESS SERIES FINALLY COMES TO ITS CONCLUSION!
“Right here tonight folks, a one night, eight person tournament will take place with the winner earning a shot at the European Championship! In addition to that, a gauntlet match will also take place in order to crown a number one contender to Mr. Supernova's Television title!
“But first, at Lethal Lottery, so many things changed and Madness, at least as far as championships are concerned, came out very much victorious! Let's take a look back.”
Still photos are shown of the Eli James versus Michael Radio match with the United States title on the line.
JOEY STYLES: “It was a highly contested match and wouldn't you know, that Madness' own John Austin picked Lethal Lottery to cash in his 24/7 briefcase! John Austin would become the new United States Champion!
“Folks, I know both Morgan Eldred and Paul Heyman join me in congratulating John Austin and wishing him well in his endeavors over on Warfare.
“Ohhhh, but we're not done yet! A huge, back and forth match between Luca Arzegotti and Tony Santos for Luca's European title!”
Still photos of the European title match from Lethal Lottery are shown.
JOEY STYLES: “In perhaps the biggest shock of the night, XWF newcomer, the Headless Horseman revealed himself to be Three Times Better the entire time! Sid Feder returned and cashed in his briefcase also!
“So, Sid Feder is now once again the European Champion!
“And we're STILL not done yet!”
More still shots are shown from Lethal Lottery. This time, from the King of the XWF match between John Madison and Theo Pryce.
JOEY STYLES: “That's right folks! Theo Pryce has done the impossible! Theo Pryce defeated John Madison and is the new King of the XWF!
“The entire landscape of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation changed at Lethal Lottery and no one knows what the future holds. What we do know, is that the XWF gets better and better with each passing day!
“Without further adieu, I give to you all, the Fall Madness tournament!”
”Use Somebody” by Kings of Leon plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Here comes the number 8 seed in tonights tournament! Hunter Payne now on his way out!”
”Part of Your World” by Darren Criss plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Tri Bute! The number one overall seed. By a mile. Also one third of the XWF Trios champions!”
Fall Madness Tournament – Opening Round
100%
#1 Tri Bute
- vs -
#8 Hunter Payne
100%
Standard Rules
The match gets underway with Hunter Payne ducking under Tri Bute’ attempted clothesline and wrapping his arms about Tri Bute’s waist. Tri Bute reverses the hold, switching places with Payne before hitting a simple German Suplex. Payne is quickly back on his feet, and ducks under a rolling clothesline attempt. Payne counters with a clean, precisely aimed dropkick to Tri Bute’s chest, sending him falling back and bouncing off the ropes. He finally catches Payne with a clothesline!
Tri Bute gives Payne a quick poke in the left eye, and the ref shouts his disapproval. But Tri Bute doesn’t much care, and bounces Payne off the ropes. On the return, Payne nails Tri Bute with a running knee to the head! Bute goes down, and Payne covers!
1...
Kick-out from Tri Bute just before 2.
Payne wraps his arm around Tri Bute’s head with a rear headlock, but Tri Bute elbows Payne in the gut once…twice…thrice! Payne releases the hold, but gives Tri Bute a slap to the head for his troubles. The Future Warrior is not pleased by that, and charges Payne, shoving the SEX leader into the corner before delivering some shoulder strikes to Payne’s midsection! Payne stumbles out of the corner and flops face-first onto the mat!
Tri Bute approaches his fallen foe, reaches down, and lifts Payne atop his shoulders. Tri Bute does a quick spin/roll and slams Payne down into the mat with a standing fireman’s carry slam! The pin!
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Payne kicks-out!
JOEY STYLES: “We’re seeing exactly why Tri Bute is a champion here tonight. Excellent form and chain wrestling. They teach ‘em well in the future.”
The future star pulls Payne to his feet and delivers a kick to the gut before bouncing off the ropes, only for Payne to counter with a back body drop! Tri Bute hits the mat, and Payne drops to one knee to catch his breath. Tri Bute stumbles onto his feet, and Payne acts quick, nailing Tri Bute with three clotheslines in succession, followed by an irish whip, sending Tri Bute into the corner!
Payne takes a running start and rushes the corner, delivering a running knee to Tri Bute’s midsection! He bounces out of the corner, and Payne ascends the turnbuckle. Tri Bute turns back toward his opponent, and Hunter Payne leaps off for a double-axe handle! No! Tri Bute caught him by the throat! The Torrential Tri Bute???
Nope! Payne elbows Tri Bute in the back of the head, and Tri Bute scampers off. Payne keeps on him, though, hitting Tri Bute with a backbreaker, followed by a pin!
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2...
Kick-out!
Payne lies in wait for Tri Bute to reach his feet, which he does, with help from the ropes. Payne attacks, hitting Tri Bute with an arm drag! And another! And a third, followed by an armbar submission! Tri Bute quickly grabs the ropes, and Payne drags out the 4 count before being forced to release the hold.
Payne looks to the crowd for support, and they give him a cheer. He flashes that winning grin and climbs out onto the apron. With Ti Bute still down on the inside, Hunter flips over the ropes for a Tope Amancio! Tri Bute rolls out of the way, but Payne reacts just in time and rolls out of what could have been a ruinous scenario. Back on his feet, Payne runs at Tri Bute, who suddenly catches Payne with a rolling lariat!
JOEY STYLES: “You can feel the momentum shifting here!”
Tri Bute rolls onto his feet and sizes up the fallen Payne, who rolls onto all fours, struggling to get back to his feet. Tri Bute trudges up, spins, and lets Payne taste the bottom of his big boot! Payne fumbles between the ropes and falls to the outside! Tri Bute stands tall in the ring as the ref begins to count Payne out!
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5...
Payne up on two feet.
6...
7...
Payne approaches the ring.
8...
Baseball slide from Tri Bute! Right into Payne’s chest! He’s thrown backwards into the barricade back-first! Tri Bute does not waste time; he marches up to Payne, grabs him by the hair, and tosses SEX’s leader back into the squared circle before following suit. Tri Bute pins Payne!
1...
2...
Sudden kick-out from Payne!
He flips Tri Bute over into a schoolboy pin! He’s got a handful of tights, too!
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2...
KICK-OUT!
Tri Bute kicks out! Payne can’t believe it! Totally wiped, Payne crawls into the corner and gasps for breath, trying to regain some energy. That reversal took just about everything left in the tank!
A moment later, Payne notices Tri Bute crawling and slawing his way back onto two feet, and Payne explodes out of the corner for one last burst of offense! A big boot to Tri Bute—NO!
Tri Bute ducks under, and tucks and rolls. Hunter Payne turns on a dime, only to feel a hand on his throat!
Torrential Tri-Bute! And the pin!
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3!
WINNER: Tri Bute
7%
(Tri Bute will regain some stamina as he awaits his next match.)
JOEY STYLES: “Tri Bute advances to the semi-finals! Hunter Payne goes home a loser! When we come back here on Madness, Mr. Supernova goes one on one with Michael McBride! Stay with us!”
JOEY STYLES: “We're back here on Madness! Round one is under way with Tri But already having advanced into the semi-finals!”
”Come Out Ye Black and Tans” by Irish Descendants plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Michael McBride! He's been making quite a name for himself thus far in his young XWF career!”
”Oomph!” by Supernova plays.
JOEY STYLES: “The Television champion! Mr. Supernova looking ready to go into battle here tonight! He'll have to be ready. If he wants a shot at Sid Feder's European title, then he has one hell of a mountain to climb!”
Fall Madness Tournament – Opening Round
100%
#2 Mr. Supernova
- vs -
#7 Michael McBride
100%
Standard Rules
Nova takes control of the match early with a beautiful dropkick to McBride’s leg, causing the Irishman to drop onto one knee. Nova follows up with a quick clothesline, which just doesn’t quite have enough strength to topple McBride. Nova takes a running start to try another clothesline, but McBride ducks and tosses Nova over with a backdrop!
McBride locks up the TV champ in a rear chinlock and pulls the spaceman up to his feet with the hold still locked in. Nova lifts his legs up and brings them back with a double-foot kick to McBride’s knees, followed by another, forcing McBride to release Nova. The TV champ bounces off the ropes and slams into McBride with a crossbody into an early pin!
1...
McBride kicks out!
Nova applies an arm-wrench, which McBride twists into a standing arm-bar. Nova counters with an Irish whip, sending McBride bouncing off the ropes. The Irishman slams into Nova at full speed with a shoulder block. The spaceman slams back-first into the mat, and McBride grabs one of his legs. He locks Nova in a single-leg Boston crab. Nova struggles for a moment, then rolls the submission into a roll-up pin!
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2...
Kick-out from McBride!
Nova takes to the gun-runner with a series of closed-fist jabs to the head, occasionally following up with a right hook. Nova then knocks McBride upside the head with a roundhouse kick. Ever-opportunistic, Nova springboards off the ropes and catches McBride in the forehead with a reverse elbow. Nova waits for McBride to get to his feet and delivers a dropkick. McBride fumbles back and bounces off the ropes. Nova moves to attack, but McBride catches him with a vicious spear! Pin!
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Nova kicks-out! McBride quickly delivers an elbow to Nova’s knee before pulling the affected leg over his own knee and stretching it out.
JOEY STYLES: “Smart man, that McBride, targeting Nova’s legs to cripple the Spaceman’s aerial game.”
Nova sits up at begins clobbering away at McBride’s head, only for the Irishman to grab Nova by the neck and give him a headbutt!
But it may have been a poor move, as McBride’s head has been feeling some damage. That headbutt may have affected them both quite equally! McBride rises to his feet, one hand to his smarting head as Nova pulls himself up with the ropes. McBride charges Nova, only for the spaceman to pull the ropes down and send McBride tumbling over them!
After a moment of recovery, Nova decides to take a chance. He leaps over the ropes, and springboards off with a moonsault! McBride catches him, upside down! The Irishman charges the corner, slamming Nova back-first into the pole! Ouch! He rolls Nova back into the ring before following and hooking Nova’ leg!
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Nova kicks out!
McBride seems impressed by Nova’s tenacity, and claps the spaceman on the back as a sign of respect. But then, it’s back to business, as McBride grabs Nova’s leg! He hooks his foot into the cook of his arm! Wicklock! It’s locked in!
JOEY STYLES: “Charlotte Dyson! What the hell is she doing out here!?”
Dyson casually walks toward the ring all alone as Nova writhes around, trying to push himself up on his hands! McBride wrenches the ankle even harder! He looks on at Dyson.
Nova suddenly rolls through, and McBride is thrown into the ropes. He catches himself, turns, and gets hit with the Seeing Stars! Nova kips-up to his feet, now completely pumped! McBride, recovering, suddenly grabs the Spaceman’s foot again, pulling Nova off his feet! The Wicklock’s back with a vengeance!
Dyson gets onto the apron. She yells and gets McBrides attention. Michael releases the hold and walks toward her. The referee realizes Dyson has made it onto the apron and begins admonishing her and trying to get her to leave the apron. McBride looks on for the moment.
McBride decides he should refocus on the match and turns around...
ZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
JOEY STYLES: “Wyatt Reynolds! With a cattle prod to the chest of Michael McBride! McBride hits the mat, motionless. Reynolds drags Supernova on top of McBride and quickly exits the ring. Dyson leaps off the apron and the referee returns to the match noticing the pin attempt.
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3!
WINNER: Mr. Supernova
40%
(Mr. Supernova will regain some stamina as he awaits his next match.)
JOEY STYLES: “Mr. Supernova walks out victorious! He now joins Tri Bute in the semi-finals. It's certain, that they won't face each other, being the one and two seeds respectively. So, it remains to be seen just who will go on to face Nova and Tri Bute!
“Wyatt Reynolds has a microphone!”
Wyatt stands on the ramp, his arm around Charlotte.
WYATT: “If stealin' your girl wasn't givin' you reason enough, Mikey, maybe costin' you the tournament is.”
Madness fades to commercial.
Fall Madness Tournament – Semi-Finalists:
#1 Tri Bute
14%
#2 Mr. Supernova
40%
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness is back and we're not wasting any time! Luca Arzegotti! Griffin MacAlister! Right now!”
”Barlights” by Fun plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Luca Arzegotti! The two time former European champion assumes the place vacated by John Austin! Austin voluntarily withdrew his name from the tournament in order to focus on his United States title.
“Luca looks to get back what he lost at Lethal Lottery!”
”Avenues and Alleyways” by Rancid plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Griffin MacAlister! He's still currently one half of the XWF Tag Team Champions along with Sebastian Duke, but those two are not exactly seeing eye to eye as of late. MacAlister was a pubic hair away from becoming the European champion last month until Duke would cost him that opportunity.
“Will Duke do the same tonight?”
Fall Madness Tournament – Opening Round
100%
Luca Arzegotti
- vs -
#6 Griffin MacAlister
100%
Standard Rules
Luca and Griffin slowly approach one another. Hesitantly, Griffin raises an arm for a test of strength. Luca seems to go with it, but suddenly kicks Griffin in the abdomen and lays into him with a series of punches to the side of the head. Griffin tries to block some of the blows, but it’s to no avail. In control, Luca whips Griffin toward the corner, only for Griffin to reserve and toss Luca toward the corner. In an amazing display of prowess, Luca leaps onto the second turnbuckle and jumps backward, turning in mid-air and slamming into Griffin with a crossbody. The two smack the mat, and Luca leaps to his feet!
The two time former European champ lays into MacAlister with a flurry of stomps. He follows up by mounting the fallen Griffin and continues his assault with some punches to the head, followed by dragging his knuckles across Griffin’s now raw forehead. Suddenly, Griffin counters with a vicious headbutt, followed by another! Luca falls off of Griffin, who rises to his feet and steps on the back of Luca’s head, slamming his face into the mat!
Griffin lays a few stomps into the back of Luca’s head before pulling him up. Griffin tosses a couple of jabs into Luca before pulling Luca up into a powerbomb! Griffin snarls at Luca and lays a furious flurry of stomps into the champ! He downright refuses to stop until the ref has to physically pull MacAlister away. With the momentary respite, Luca turns into the approaching Griffin and hits MacAlister with a sucker punch to the gut!
Griffin doubles over, allowing Luca to connect with a sudden piledriver! The crown of Griffin’s head collides with the hard surface of the ring, and Luca cradles Griffin into a pin!
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Griffin kicks out!
Luca dives onto the XWF’s resident mechanic, cradles his head, and begins hammering closed fists into Griffin’s face! Luca is finally forced off of Griffin by the ref. Griffin’s hand flies up to his lip, which has been split by Luca’s flurry of fists. Standing above Griffin, Luca sneers in sadistic glee. The champ suddenly bounces off the ropes and hits Griffin with a fist drop, followed by another round of mounted punches. But he’s countered by a headbutt from Griffin, who then pulls Luca beneath him and rains down his own assault of punches and elbows!
Griffin earns his retribution, as Luca’s right eye swells up and begins to bruise. Griffin dismounts and raises his hands high, much to the enjoyment of the fans, who roar their approval. Luca suddenly snaps up and snatches Griffin’s legs from under him. With Griffin’s legs held up, Luca leaps over Griffin’s lower body and delivers a double-foot stomp to Griffin’s chest!
Luca brings Griffin to his feet and hits a European uppercut, followed by a DDT! He rolls Griffin over and wraps in an arm bar. Griffin bends his arm and draps himself over Luca with a wrapped-up pin!
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Luca kicks-out!
Griffin grabs Luca by the throat and smashes him in the neck with a hard right eblow, followed by an irish whip into the ropes. Luca bounces back, Griffin drops to the mat, and Luca hurdles over him. Another rebound, and Luca goes for a clothesline, only for Griffin to duck under and catch Luca with the first half of a Pissed on Arrival (codebreaker)! Griffin pops up, pulling Luca with him, and lifts him up for the second half (Hell’s gate)!
BAM! Luca is slammed down into the mat, and Griffin hooks the leg!
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Shoulder up at the last second!
Griffin growls in frustration. He snatches Luca up and pulls the champ’s head under his arm for the Reality Check (Twist of Fate)! He twists, but Luca spins with him, turning a full 360 degrees, and shoves Griffin toward the ropes, catching MacAlister on the rebound with a knee to the kidneys!
Now stunned, Griffin is pulled up for the Get Away Driver, but he suddenly squirms out of it! Griffin clobbers Luca upside the head and pulls his head under his arm! He twists!
And Luca suddenly pulls Griffin upward! The Get Away Driver!
It connects! Luca drapes his arm over Griffin MacAlister!
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LIGHTS ARE OUT!
JOEY STYLES: “The lights are out! The lights are out and the referee can't count to three because he can't see!”
Minutes later, the sounds of Beethoven fill the arena. A calming, yet unsettling sound. Suddenly, the X-Tron bursts into flames. The image of Rhys MacKay, brother to Griffin MacAlister, is shown on the X-Tron. He's shackled to a chair and a man resembling Sebastian Duke in a hooded robe throws an object at Rhys's feet. The object bursts and the brother of MacAlister is quickly engulfed in flames.
His screams can be heard all over the arena which has fallen in to near complete silence. In the reflection of the flames, Griffin MacAlister can be seen leaning forward against the ropes, looking down at the floor, not wanting to relive the death of his brother.
Suddenly, the ring posts burst into flames which startle everyone in the ring. The lights remain out, but undeniably someone else is in the ring.
JOEY STYLES: “It's Sebastian Duke! And he's just taken out the referee!”
Griffin MacAlister has no idea Duke is even there. He continues to stare at the floor as Beethoven continues to play and the death of his brother is played over and over on the X-Tron. Sebastian Duke closes in slowly on Griffin MacAlister.
Behind Duke though, stands Luca Arzegotti, ready to strike. Duke suddenly turns around and Luca stops himself and falls onto his ass. He backpedals to the corner.
JOEY STYLES: “I think Duke just caught Luca off guard there! A pretty smart decision to retreat. Anyhow, I don't know if MacAlister even knows Duke is here!”
Duke resumes his stalking of Griffin MacAlister. Just a few feet behind him now and Griffin suddenly turns around. Sebastian Duke and Griffin MacAlister stand face to face. Eye to eye. Duke grabs Griffin by the throat, but Griffin doesn't even resist.
JOEY STYLES: “Duke is yelling at Griffin! Telling him to fight back!”
Griffin refuses. The fires die out and the lights fade on. When suddenly...
JOEY STYLES: “Now what is going on? Theo Pryce and NAZI, two members of the vaunted Black Circle are making their way down to the ring. What are they doing here? This has nothing to do with either of them, or the Circle?”
Theo Pryce takes a mic out from his coat pocket and holds it up to his mouth.
THEO PRYCE: “Well well well, looks like the King of Darkness no longer has a Kingdom to rule over. Santos told you to fuck off. Looks like Griffin wants nothing to do with your sinking ship and as for the rest of that job squad you called The Brotherhood, well if they’re smart they’ll find someone else’s coattails to hitch their futures to.”
Duke lets go of Griffin and snaps his head around and stares directly at Theo.
THEO PRYCE: “I see your former tag team partner over there just gave up his claim on the tag team titles. Seems you are out a partner. And in case you forgot, yours truly holds the #1 Contendership to those titles. And I think it’s about time I cash in. What do you think Nathaniel?”
NAZI nods his head in agreement. Duke glances over in his direction which proves to be a fatal mistake as Pryce delivers a massive clothesline that sends Duke right to the mat.
JOEY STYLES: “A cheapshot if I’ve ever seen one. Sounds about right for the XWF’s new King.”
Pryce starts delivering repeated boots to Duke’s face and stomach. Theo picks up Duke and throws him towards the ropes, The King of Darkness bounces off, ducks under Theo’s attempted kick to the face only to be met with SS Sidewalk Slam from NAZI.
JOEY STYLES: “Duke is completely out manned here and Griffin is just standing there. Is he going to help his former comrade or just be a spectator?”
NAZI lifts up Duke by the head and throws him off the ropes…Pryce runs towards the opposite ropes, bounces off with some speed and BAM!!! Duke has been leveled with the
Pryce Check!!
Pryce immediately gets back up, looks over at Griffin and asks him if he wants to join in on the fun?
JOEY STYLES: “What’s Griffin doing? Is he going to join in or not?”
Griffin looks around for a moment and instead decides to just stand back and watch. Pryce and NAZI continue their beating on Duke. NAZI looks out at the crowd, does his patented NAZI salute and then….
The Fuhrer’s Elbow.
Duke has been completely dismantled by Pryce and NAZI. Pryce picks up the microphone he dropped earlier.
THEO PRYCE: “Consider this your one and only warning Duke. Your days with those belts are numbered for standing in front of you is THE FINAL SOLUTION. And those belts will be ours that much I can guarantee you.”
JOEY STYLES: “I can’t believe it. Theo Pryce and NAZI? A tag team. The XWF might be in some trouble here.”
Nazi and Theo exit the ring and head to the back. Duke rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor right at Asmodeus's feet.
JOEY STYLES: “I didn't even know Asmodeus was here!”
Back in the ring, Griffin stares out of the ring at Asmodeus, who stares back with an evil grin. Griffin turns to focus his attention back on the match and...
SMACK!
He gets caught with a Superkick from Luca Arzegotti! Griffin looks to be out cold in the middle of the ring as Luca goes to the top!
JOEY STYLES: “Could it be time for the 450 Spalsh!?”
Luca leaps high into the air with the 450 and lands on Griffin MacAlister!
JOEY STYLES: “Holy shit! Shades of Duke himself!”
Griffin caught Luca on the landing with the Hells Gate submission! Luca struggles against the hold but he's trapped in the middle of the ring. He's reaching for the ropes but is much too far away.
It's no use.
He has no choice but to tap out.
WINNER: Griffin MacAlister
11%
(Griffin MacAlister will regain some stamina as he awaits his next match.)
JOEY STYLES: “Through everything tonight, Griffin MacAlister somehow makes it passed Luca Arzegotti and finds himself in the semi-finals!”
Griffin MacAlister stands in the ring, looking defeated yet being the winner. He exits the ring and looks down at Duke who still lies on the floor. Duke stares up at him. Neither say a word. Asmodeus stands near Duke, holding both of the tag team titles. Griffin reaches toward Asmodeus and takes one of the titles from him and walks off.
Madness fades to commercial.
Fall Madness Tournament Semi-Finalists
#1 Tri Bute
21%
#2 Mr. Supernova
47%
#6 Griffin MacAlister
11%
As Madness comes back from commercial, we see Steve Sayors backstage with the new US Champion, John Austin.
STEVE SAYORS: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the new United States champion, John Austin....”
The sounds of cheers can be heard through-out the arena...The camera zooms in on John who is proudly displaying the title across his shoulder..
STEVE SAYORS: “Now John, last Sunday at the Lethal Lottery pay per view, you successfully cashed in your twenty four seven briefcase to become the new United States champion. Some say it was a cheap way you went about it and others are saying that the Congregation is now dead in the waters thanks to you. What is your response to these comments?
JOHN AUSTIN: “Well Steve, ever since Eli James rose to power, he could not be stopped. Whether it was that mock crucifixion we all had to bear witness to or the endless amount of victims laid by that tyrant's bed-side, we had to sit and watch, week after week and month after month, this man preach his so called good word. He sat atop the mountain and who was the one to put the cyanide in his kool-aid? ME!
“I don't need to preach the so called good word. I am happy being a sinner Steve, I sin every day of my life and I am damned proud of it. This title victory is only the beginning because my year of darkness is about to begin.....”
Austin holds up the title one last time as he walks off camera view. Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “The Madness resumes right now!”
"A Lesson Never Learned" by Asking Alexandria hits the speakers as the fans stand in anticipation for Tony Santos, who descends down the entrance ramp, black trench coat on his back, taking slow, confident strides toward the ring. The disdain from the crowd pouring in, Tony Santos takes it all in with a smirk that would put Alex Rodriguez to shame.
JOEY STYLES: “Here comes Tony Santos! Last week, he basically told Sebastian Duke he could shove his Brotherhood up his ass. Duke has yet to comment on that subject, however, Santos is here and ready for action!”
But his entrance music is cut a little earlier than usual and Tony seems to be caught off guard by that. Men similar to him in the wrestling business are known to throw a tantrum if something goes wrong during their theme music, but is that what's happening here? Or is Tony sensing something happening that we don't yet see?
He stares up at the entrance for a few more seconds, waiting.
The silence is broken as...
"The Lone Horseman" begins playing! A sudden roar erupts from the crowd as they pop up and many of them throw up the trademark three fingers. A second later, the one and only "Headless Horseman" Sid Feder steps out from the back.
He holds up his trademark three fingers as he calmly walks that aisle, keeping his eyes locked coldly on Tony Santos who is leaning back against the ropes and catching his breath after an impressive performance.
JOEY STYLES: “It's Sid Feder! The European champ!”
Sid walks right up the steps and into the ring, stepping to the center of the ring and stopping.
:3 x Better: I told you I'd be coming for an answer, Santos. I don't give a SHIT what you said earlier in the week or anytime before right now. This is the defining moment in your history, motherfucker. This is the day you either take my fist or shake my hand, and the nightmare that follows will either consume you whole or will aid you alongside the great. Let's face it, Tony -- I'm the great, and anyone I decide to align myself with is going to be a quality motherfucker. It's almost like you might as well just quit if you're not on Sid Feder's side, because who the fuck else is even going to matter in another couple weeks?
The crowd lets out a loud "oohhh" but then something nobody expects happens!
THE LIGHTS GO OUT!
Somebody please turn that shit back on!
This is a crucial moment!
After a few seconds they come back on and reveal Luca Arzegotti in black pants and a blue shirt, holding an aluminum baseball bat!
Sid freaks the fuck out, grabbing his hair and looking like he might rip it from his scalp!
:3 x Better: No! I'm not having this fucking shit! Not on my watch!
Sid pulls a pistol from his waist and many of the fans begin ducking low. Sid waves the weapon around between Tony and Luca as both of them stay far back with their hands up. Luca gently sets down his weapon and says "Shit, dude! Don't you think you're going a little bit overboard? Fuck it, I'm gone."
:3 x Better: You know what? No! I decide where you are and you're still here. You're going to be an example to Tony of exactly what happens to a piece of fuckin' shit who pisses me off!
Without another moment's notice, Sid opens fire --! Bang Bang Bang !-- He pops off six shots!! --! Bang Bang Bang !-- NO!!
JOEY STYLES: “OH MY.... GODDDDDDDD!”
Six red circles are scattered across Luca's chest and stomach, slowly bleeding through his blue shirt as he lies motionless right in front of an abso-fucking-lutely stunned Tony Santos. Tony drops back into the corner, barely able to hold himself up as he stares at Luca's presumably dead body and those bullet wounds just keep gushing blood, now soaking down into the ring under Luca's body.
Sid points the gun at Tony.
:3 x Better: Now you pick his carcass up and you toss it out of this ring -- you toss it out of OUR ring!
Sid throws up his four fingers and smiles like a mental patient, his eyes huge and his left eye twitching badly. He steps forward, aiming the gun right at Tony's face so he knows he's not kidding. Sid grabs Tony by the hair and throws him down on top of Luca's dead body. Tony has no time to react because Luca springs to life, grabbing Tony and biting his ear! Sid jumps back in fright, dropping his gun.
:3 x Better: Oh holy fucking shit, man, it's a god damn zombie! Why can't this federation be normal? Why does shit like this have to happen left and right?
Tony pushes Luca off of him and stumbles back, right into Sid who drops down and low blows Tony Santos from behind, instantly shoving him forward into Luca who executes a blood soaked kip up and catches Tony with a series of left and right fists to the face, the blood stains on Luca's hands smear across Santos' face as each shot connects! Backing him up into the corner, Luca says "Fuck it," and kicks him in the balls! Santos drops like a sack of bricks or however the fucking saying goes!
Sid Feder's expression slowly morphs from a look of shock to a sinister smile with his beady eyes locked on Tony.
Luca stands over Tony's body and looks at Sid.
Sid throws up his four fingers.
Luca looks at his own hand and produces ONE finger -- a middle finger, right at Sid.
But then lowers it to Santos, keeping it there for a few seconds before Luca raises his hand back up and adds three more fingers. Holy Fuck! Luca is holding up four fingers and staring right at Sid who is doing the same!
Luca begins to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose six "packs" of some kind strapped to his chest and stomach with red liquid oozing out of them. Luca slams his bloody shirt and those packs on top of Tony's body. Luca and Sid both kick and stomp Tony in every spot on his body before they finally roll him out of the ring. Sid grabs Tony's legs while Luca grabs his arms and they carry Tony up the ramp, right to the back where the camera follows them into a bathroom. They drop Tony on the floor and quickly check the four stalls that are lined up. They're all empty and Sid has found the stall on the far left to have a clogged toilet with shit filled in it.
:3 x Better: Oh Christ, man, yeah this is the one right here. Let's do this shit.
Sid and Luca bring Tony into the stall next to the one with the clogged toilet.
They both stand Tony up against the stall wall, which is about seven or eight feet with a lot of room before the ceiling. Sid and Luca grab Tony's legs and shove him up over that stall wall, sending him crashing head first over into the clogged toilet which instantly shatters upon impact. Brown water quickly runs in toward Sid and Luca's feet as they exit the stall and walk away from the growing puddle. The next thing we see is the camera peeking around into that stall and seeing Tony's upsidedown body on top of a mess of broken porcelain and shit.
:3 x Better: This is what you people can expect if I give you an invitation and you piss me off. I invited this man into greatness and all he could do was fantasize about Peter Fucking Gilmour? Man, fuck that shit! I need a guy who can take a licking and keep on ticking, like a fucking time bomb until it's the right time to go off. Not some prissy bitch who explodes pussy juices all over the damn place two days early. Tony proved that he's about as stable as a teenage girl who is freaking the fuck out about finally getting her period. In times of war, some of the most interesting alliances are formed and I will not have myself on the same side as a snot nosed, punk ass bitch! I need someone who isn't a god damn pussy!
Sid slaps Luca's shoulder as they both laugh as some guy comes in to use the washroom but sees the Tony situation and quickly turns around. Luca grabs the camera and focuses it on himself now.
Luca Arzegotti: And if you want to see the living, breathing, fuckin' embodiment of Sid's sentiment, look no further than this motherfucker right here! I mean, didn't you see me take six bullets and hop right back up like not a damn thing happened at all? The guy who took everything Santos over there threw at me and got up time and time again? Yeah, that's the shit Sid was looking for, and Tony over there, failed. Fuck, bring GIlmour up in this bitch so I can slap him around some and leave him up shit creek alongside senor shithead over there!
Sid breaks out into a psychotic, tongue wagging, head shaking laughter; almost a cackling that seems to echo down the hall as the two unexpected allies exit the bathroom after of course slamming the door to Tony's stall shut so he can have some privacy. Sid can be heard yelling one last thing from afar--
:3 x Better: Now you've got all the time in the world to sit ALONE thinking of Peter Gilmour, you big dumb ! HA HA HA HA HA HAA HAA HAA HAAAAA!
JOEY STYLES: “I'm not sure what the hell we just witnessed! Luca Arzegotti has alligned himself with... Sid Feder!?”
Madness fades to commercial.
JOEY STYLES: “Tony Santos is as of yet, still down and out in the ring and I have yet to receive any kind of word as to what is going to happen with this final opening round match!”
With Santos down and out in the ring, the audience is in a shocked silence. You could hear a pin drop. But a pinhead dropping in works just as well.
PAUL HEYMAN: “Now’s your chance, my friend!”
At the top of the ramp, Heyman emerges, microphone in hand. Following only a few feet behind is LJ Havok, bearing a massive, mischievous grin.
PAUL HEYMAN: “As Madness General Manager, I hereby announce that this match will continue with LJ Havok occupying Casey Jones’s place!”
Havok marches down to the ring and, seeing that he has time, slowly walks up the steel steps and hops into the ring. He gives a quick chuckle as he falls dramatically onto the still unconscious Tony Santos. The ref, under Heyman’s orders, counts the pin!
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: LJ Havok
Paul slips into the ring and heads over to LJ. The two graciously shake hands as the ref raises Havok’s arm in stolen victory. But the victory is short-lived, as Havok’s music is suddenly cut off.
“Gunman” by Them Crooked Vultures plays.
MORGAN ELDRED: “Really, Mr. Heyman? You think I’d sit back and let you pull that? Goodness, you must take me for a fool. No, this match will restart. But LJ, you won’t be facing Tony Santos in his current condition. There’s someone I believe I owe an apology. So allow me to introduce your real opponent…”
“This is War” by 30 Seconds to Mars plays.
JOEY STYLES: “Liz Hathaway! Morgan Eldred looks like he may have just been forgiven for having Hathaway removed by security a few weeks back! Talk about a swerve!”
Fall Madness Tournament – Opening Round
100%
#9 Liz Hathaway
- vs -
#10 LJ Havok
100%
Standard Rules
The bell rings, and Liz charges at Havok, taking him down with a sudden running knee strike! Bouncing back to his feet, LJ is placed in a headlock by Liz. Havok whips Liz across the ring, but she returns with a wrap-around sleeper hold. Havok falls onto his rear as the bloodflow to his brain is cut off. After a moment, the ref raises Havok’s hand to check for consciousness.
1!
The hand is raised.
It falls!
2!
The ref raises his hand…
It falls…
STOPS!
LJ’s still here! He begins shaking his fist to regain some momentum and rises onto his knees! He elbows Liz twice in the gut, causing her to double over. He bounces off the ropes and hits a running elbow strike! Liz is flung across the mat, finally skidding to a halt on the opposite side. LJ follows suit, delivering some stomps to the fallen Liz before placing Liz in a headlock. Liz quickly fights out of his, however, with some jabs to the face. LJ begrudgingly releases the hold by violently slamming Liz’s face into the mat.
From here, LJ hits a legdrop across Liz’s throat before placing in another headlock. Liz slips out under his arm, bounces off the ropes, and hits LJ with a dropkick to the face! LJ rolls backward and onto his feet, only for Liz to plant him into the mat with a crossbody into a pin!
1...
2...
LJ kicks out, tossing Liz off! She is quickly back on him with an arm-wrench, but he counters with a drop toe hold into a side headlock. Liz slips out yet again, and sends a sick roundhouse to the side of LJ’s head! A cover!
1...
2...
Kick-out from Havok!
Liz stands and awaits Havok’s ascension. She runs at him, only for him duck under her clothesline, turn on a dime with a spin, and deliver the Revelation! Liz bounces back to her feet, only to be met by a gore! At ringside, Heyman explodes in joy, urging the ref to count the fall!
1...
2...
Liz kicks out! LJ seems unbothered, however. He rises to his feet and holds his hands up, urging his followers to lend him their faith!
A chorus of boos rains forth from the crowd. LJ grins.
As Liz finally reaches her feet, LJ kicks her in the gut and lifts her up for an inverted DDT slam! Liz flips her weight backward, landing on her feet behind Havok, and shoves him forward. He bounces chest-first off the ropes, and Liz rolls him up in a schoolboy pin!
1...
2...
Foot on the ropes!
Paul Heyman placed Havok’s foot on the ropes and the ref didn’t see him do it! Liz is pissed! She reaches through the ropes to berate Heyman, when suddenly, she is rolled up from behind! Havok grabs the ropes for illegal leverage, and the ref can’t see!
1...
2...
3!
WINNER: LJ Havok
35%
(LJ Havok will regain some stamina as he awaits his next match.)
JOEY STYLES: “LJ Havok advances anyhow! When we come back, the semi final round will get under way!”
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
I don't blame others for my short comings. I blamed no one for my lost against Smoke Man at Lethal Lottery 2. Didn't blame anyone for my lost against John Madison. But when I lost because of a clear interference.
You only proved that you can't beat me without the help of Paul Heyman.
Sad really.
XWF Record
8-11-1
W-L-D
The following 1 user Likes Liz Hathaway's post:1 user Likes Liz Hathaway's post Jenna Silver (12-10-2013)
I think the both of you need to relax. You talk about the Rebellion, and then there you are bickering about who won or some shit, wondering why we haven't done much.
You two can argue about this and split away from what I have put together. Fine. I've made it perfectly clear that it does not matter to me whether you join me or not, and leaving is no different. But if you want to actually do something, and step up after you're done with your little quarrel.
I'm always open to talk to. If you have any ideas, just talk to me. And I think you should take this experience in stride... as now the both of you know each other on a more personal level. Consider it an initiation of sorts. Because now the real work begins.
I have an idea for this Warfare... but that is a matter to be discussed in private...
XWF Win-Loss Record
8-9-1
Title History
4x 24/7 FTW UFO E1999 Champion
1x X-Treme Champion
:3 x Better: Fuck yeah! That was a bad ass bathroom break Tony took before his match. I'm glad the camera followed us in there, and I'm glad that bitch got brought right back out to the ring afterward so he could still take a loss. Tony's career has officially gone down the shitter now that Luca and I have exposed him as a closet bathroom stall homosexual who can't stop fantasizing about Peter Gilmour.
Nice work pinning Tony, LJ. Did you get any of that shit on yourself though? He was pretty thoroughly covered in it.
*drops bitch* What happened--? ? *walks away*
SiDFedeR
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Look, you all can bitch about LJ Havok all you want! The fact is, with my business sense and his ability, the sky is the limit for him. On to the semi-finals my boy! Show 'em all!
In fact, I'm so excited about Lee's chances tonight, I'll sit at ringside with my old friend Joey!
The following 1 user Likes Paul Heyman's post:1 user Likes Paul Heyman's post LJ Havok (12-10-2013)
Damn, Luca. You could have at least given us two weeks notice!
Did I not give you enough bags to carry? I'm sorry, man!
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