Live from the Tampa Bay Times Forum - Tampa, Florida
Pyros go off on the ramp as the theme to the show plays, the camera taking sweeps of the crowd zooming in on signs from time to time. The crowd seems pretty pumped for the first ever Wednesday Night Warfare and are not afraid to show it with the loud cheer going on as the pyros explode.
Right as the pyros stop firing off, "Daydream" by Scandal hits over the P.A. System
From the backstage area comes the new XWF General Manager and the first ever General Manager of the new Wednesday Night Show, Miyoko Kawashima. She is decked out in, instead of a suit one would expect of a general manager, a pair of jeans and a Tampa Bay Rays #3 Evan Longoria jersey which gets a pop from the crowd. Miyoko slides into the ring and looks around the arena a bit before taking a microphone from her back pocket.
Miyoko: It has been, what a year? Since I last graced an XWF Ring. The manager of a young and talented wrestler by the name of Nio. But it has been even longer, maybe 5 years now since I stood in this ring as your General Manager. You know the ironic part? That was Monday Night Massacre, we had a GM over on the Thursday Show then, a real crazy bastard by the name of Shane Carver.
The crowd pops.
Miyoko: So I guess the more things change the more they say the same. Me and Shane are now 5 years older and on 2 days later in the week. So, now allow me to introduce my self to those who are new to the XWF be you a fan or a wrestler in the back. My name is Miyoko Kawashima, I am the executive vice president of talent relations and ... Wait wrong sthick. Who I am is very simple, I am the Manager of Champions.
The crowd pops at this too.
Miyoko: In my tenure as a manager, I have brought up more champions then ANY manager in this history of the XWF. Why for crying out loud the 2011 Lord of the Ring Winner was one of my very own, Jose Chavez. I have managed wrestlers to World Titles, US Titles, Xtreme Titles and everything in between. When I was the General Manager of Impact, back when it was a show for the Dark Shadows of the world, I even had TWO Universal Champions graduate from my roster. People I helped train. So, there those are my credentials. An injury eight years ago may have taken away my ability TO wrestle but it has never took my ability to train wrestlers.
The crowd really pops now.
Miyoko: So for those of you who have been selected to join my show, let me inform you. Many of you were by very own picks. You see me and Shane were allowed to pick a handfull of wrestlers each. Four guys, we were allowed to select for our own show. Sadly, Shane went first or THE Tristan Slater would be here before you now. But no, the four I picked I picked because I saw clay to be molded. I saw the best of the best and with me in charge of their career I see them shooting not where but the top.
The crowd is buzzing loudly.
Miyoko: Who were these four? Well, I'll tell you this Dark Shadow and Mr. XWF were not two of them. In fact I lost a bet to get Dark Shadow... something regarding a Japanese swimmer and the Summer Olympics. Seriously guys, never bet against Phelps. Shane didn't even bet on him because of his swimming skill, Shane said something like "Dude tokes a mean bowl." yeah... I digress.
The crowd lets out a laugh.
Miyoko: I wanted everyone on my roster to know I plan nothing but the best for you, and if you EVER have any questions, concerns or want some of my advice, feel free to seek me out. I am not the Manager of Champions for nothing. Before I go I wanted to address one last thing I have heard brought to my attention over the last week.
Championships. I will be introducing a new Championship later tonight. While this baby will be large in part a Warfare Belt, I do not in anyway want to discourage Impact guys from trying their hand at it. I will be introducing that to you later. BUt other then that for the time being the XWF Title, the US Title, the X-Treme Title and the Tag Tag Championships will bounce between both shows.
I must say it feels good to be back and I look forward to getting along with all of you in the future.
As Miyoko finishes up her address to the fans, the lights suddenly go dark before fading into dark green. Miyoko drops her mic and leans back into the ropes looking down the ramp to see just who felt the need to intreupt her.
As the Godsmack's "Greed" continues to incite the Tampa Bay Times Forum, TAX marches down to ringside, joining Warfare's general manager, MIYOKO KAWASHIMA. The raucous chorus of cheers and jeers escalate from the crowd until finally the music dies down and TAX takes a spare microphone.
MIYOKO: You know I was about done in another two seconds, you could have easily waited your turn. I really do not like to be interupted, always been a pet peeve of mine.
TAX: You do know who I am, right? Because if you don't, then allow me to introduce myself. My name is TAX! I am the single biggest superstar on your roster! Now, you're either new here, or you haven't shown your face in a while because evidently you don't know how valuable to your brand that I am. I'm the man that is going to single-handedly shape WARFARE.
MIYOKO: Is that so? I am going to guess you are going to tell me ALL about your plans, now too aren't you?
TAX: Yes, that is very much so. You see, me and SHANE CARVER, we got off on the wrong foot...as in the foot that kicked him in his mouth. I don't want our relationship to follow the same course, so I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt that you didn't know who I was when you stuck me in the middle of this card against two mid-tier fledglings. There are three...THREE...matches that take precedence over mine this evening. I trust that you will not make the same mistake again. I demand to be in the spotlight. I demand main event matches. I DEMAND TO BE HEARD!
Miyoko: Really? Because all I hear is someone who wants to curtain jerk a dark match next week...
TAX: So let me reiterate this. I am the best talent that you have ever seen. I am the alpha male on this show, and I demand to be treated as such. And if you don't adhere to those demands, then I'll have no choice but to ---
???: But to what?
TAX and MIYOKO both look towards the stage and the fans go insane as JOSEPH PAGE comes from the back; an amused smile planted on his face and microphone in hand. "Say This Sooner" by The Almost plays throughout the arena as PAGE looks around the arena before leisurely making his way towards the ring; stopping every now and then to shake hands with a fan or to sign an autograph. When he finally makes his way to the ring, PAGE rolls in lazily and stands up. His music stops in a fade.
PAGE: Hopefully, you weren't threatening our new boss, TAX, because this is MY show and in my show we don't hit women.
The crowd gives a large pop at that, but PAGE continues over them.
PAGE: Also, what's all this talk about you being the biggest superstar on WARFARE? I don't know if you've taken a look at the roster page, but my name is on it which means that everybody else who is a part of this show is below ME, including you TAX. You complain about being on the mid-card. Why? I don't see a problem with that at all. You're right where you belong.
TAX, since you arrived here on XWF. All you been a part of is a bunch of doggy style matches. It other words, your opponents bent over while you fucked them-excuse my language, but does that sound like main event caliber stuff?
Not one bit.
Tell you what TAX; keep floating around the middle of the pack for a while. At least until we meet at UNSTOPPABLE. Then-and only then-if you beat me will you be able to main event, but if you don't beat me-which you won't-you can never main event in a show that I'm part of.
PAGE gives TAX an intense stare.
PAGE: So, what do you say to that?
TAX steps forward and is faced to face with PAGE; eyes burning through eyes.
TAX: Why don't we just settle who the best on WARFARE is right NOW?
The crowd begins to cheer at the idea, but PAGE shakes his head.
PAGE: You see, TAX, it's reasons like that why you're in the mid-card. If I wanted to beat you to a pulp before our match; I would have.
TAX: Oh, I see. You're just too coward to face me now.
PAGE: No, I want this match to build to it's fullest potential. I want this-
PAGE motions between both him and TAX
PAGE: to grow; I want your envy for my main-event status to grow, so that when we finally meet at UNSTOPPABLE, it'll be a battle of epic proportions. There, we will finally find out who the better man is and who really makes WARFARE.
TAX smirks at Joseph as the crowd is on the verge of a riot.
TAX: Yeah. We'll find out what everybody already knows: that the face of WARFARE is-
MIYOKO suddenly stomps her foot.
MIYOKO: I do believe this show is mine, gentlemen.
Both men stare as Miyoko glances back and forth between the two of them with a smirk on her face, but the crowd is still cheering on the men.
MIYOKO: WARFARE is MINE! I'm the face, I'm the boss and every single member of this roster belongs to ME! What I say god, when I say it it happens. Now, both of you get back stage and prepare for your matches, I wouldn't want to make your time on Warfare...unpleasent... Now would I?
TAX and PAGE look at each other with questionable looks. Then they begin to...Laugh?! Both men are laughing at their new GM!
PAGE: What are you going to do? We're the top talents of WARFARE!
TAX: She's WAY dumber than CARVER.
Miyoko: So glad you guys find me funny, because I find it funny out of the three of us in this ring I'VE held XWF Gold ranked higher on the food chain then BOTH of you have. Oh wait, little ol me a woman has held a belt higher then either of you have held? Say it ain't so! Bitch please, I've wrestled against Steve Jason, I've wrestled T-Money, both of whom I hold in higher esteme then EITHER of you. So I am glad you two find me amusing because I equally find you guys amusing...
I was a wrestler LONG before I became a manager.
I may be a woman, but don't ever forget that, EVER.
You guys are the top talents on this show ONLY when I say you are. Good day gentlemen.
Miyoko drops her mic and slides out of the ring, walking off leaving both men in the ring still laughing a little bit but also now looking very taken a back by what just happend but both are; silently agreeing that the GM is way over her head. Miyoko is now out of sight as the camera just focuses on TAX and PAGE for a few moments before cutting to commercial...
DIRTY BIRD
-vs-
CODIUS
Singles Match
Musical intro the theme starts and the lights dim slightly at the same time. Several red and white lights randomly roam the arena in all directions. Dirty Bird is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with a black towel over his head and his back to the ring. Just as the song is about to start with the chorus, the roaming lights turn to strobe lights and they all converge at the top of the ramp as fireworks explode and Roddy (towel ripped off his head and thrown in the crowd) makes his way to the ring.
Dirty Bird stands in the ring waiting for his opponent.
Power by Kanye West Starts to play as Cody Stone chuggs his way down to the ring paying no attention to the crowd. He then slides in the ring and climbs the top rope and starts yelling graphic things at the crowd.
Just as he getting down from the top rope DIRTY BIRD gives him a high dropkick to the face. And the Bell rings immediately after. DIRTY BIRD helps CODY up and delivers a few blows followed by a deep arm drag. As soon as CODY lands back first, DIRTY BIRD follows with an elbow to the middle of the chest. DIRTY BIRD continues the assault with a few shots to the head. DIRTY BIRD picks CODY up and irish whips him towards the rope. On the rebound DIRTY BIRD goes for a cloth line but CODY ducks right under the attempt and meets DIRTY BIRD with a double leg takedown.
CODY starts to wildly throw blows while sitting on DIRTY BIRD. He then lifts DIRTY BIRD by the hair and smashes his face with his knee. DIRTY BIRD starts bleeding from his nose. It might be broken after that vicious knee smash. While DIRTY BIRD is holding his nose rolling on the mat. CODY is yelling at the crowd.
CODY: Ya'll pieces of shit!!
DIRTY BIRD is shaking it off. CODY is so caught up in the crowd that he doesn't notice DIRTY BIRD crawling closer. DIRTY BIRD Grabs his tights from behind and gets him with the school boy pin.
1
2
...3!
It is over! Dirty Bird is victorious in his debut match in XWF.
Winner: Dirty Bird
The XWFtron comes to live and the fans pop as former XWF World Heavyweight Champion, PSYKO STEVO is seen on the big screen. STEVO is standing in a hallway with one foot inside the doorway of his protegee, CHRISTOPHER JAX'S locker room. The cameras catch the tail end of a conversation.
STEVO: All right buddy, you just continue to get ready and I'll get you that Gatorade.
CHRIS: Thanks.
STEVO backpedals a step and starts to walk down the hallway. He gets to the end and makes a right, as the cameras pan with him there is another audible pop heard from the fans as off in the distance we see none other than CHRISTOPHER JAX'S opponent of the night, MR. NATURAL. NATURAL is walking towards STEVO and within a few seconds the two are face to face.
STEVO: Howdy there, you must be MR. NATURAL.
MR. NATURAL stops in front of STEVO, lowers his sunglasses, raises his eyebrow and smiles.
MR. NATURAL: And you are? Wait, lemme guess... the XWF's newest janitor?
STEVO licks his lips and looks off to his right at nothing in particular. He finally looks back at MR. NATURAL, still smiling, but this time it's more of a smirk.
STEVO: That's a good one... really, never heard that before. You know what's gonna be really good though? It's gonna be really good when, in just a few short minutes, CHRISTOPHER JAX is mopping the floor with you.
MR. NATURAL smiles a trademark smile.
NATURAL: CHRISOPHER who? Oh you must mean the nobody that tried to jump MR. NATURAL last week. That purified pussy, that jabroni. Well let me tell your crusty, washed up, old ass something... the only wrestler on the card that matters tonight is yours truly, MR. NATURAL!
NATURAL continues to smile as STEVO's eyes light up a bit.
STEVO: Well I will say this, NATURAL... your reputation really does proceed itself.
NATURAL: Of course it does! And the name is MISTER NATURAL... get it right!
STEVO: Right, MR. NATURAL, well, you know I couldn't help but notice the way you crucified your opponent last week.
NATURAL starts to laugh to himself.
STEVO'S smile immediately fades from his face and he takes a step closer, sizing up MR. NATURAL.
STEVO: I saw it, and let me tell you this. If you think I'm gonna stand by and allow that to happen to myself or my pupil tonight... you're mistaken.
MR. NATURAL edges in closer, looking down at the physically much smaller PSYKO STEVO.
NATURAL: Yea? What are you gonna do to stop me if I decide I want too? Hit me? Bash me with a chair? Tell the lollipop guild? What the hell are you gonna do?
STEVO breaks eye contact and scratches his right ear a few times as he looks down at the concrete floor. He finally looks back up at MR. NATURAL with a smile on his face.
STEVO: I'm going to make you a deal!
MR. NATURAL cocks his head back, a look of curiosity on his face.
NATURAL: What deal?
STEVO: See, here's the reality of the situation. You're a big guy, you're strong, you're powerful... you MIGHT, just MIGHT be able to crucify either CHRIS or myself if we make a mistake.
MR. NATURAL'S face beams with a large smile.
MR.NATURAL: WOW! You sure do know how to waste the NATURAL'S time.
STEVO: BUT... there's no way you're getting both of us. You really think you and your crew are going to have time to bring out two crosses and tie BOTH of us up? Not gonna happen, amigo, not enough time.
MR. NATURAL's smile fades and he looks down at STEVO with contempt.
NATURAL: What are you talking about? Is this what you came out here for? To waste MR. NATURAL's time? That's all you're doing and I'm getting real sick of it and...
STEVO raises a finger and puts it up to MR. NATURAL's lips. NATURAL takes a step back, disgusted.
MR.NATURAL: GET THOSE DAMN SAUSUGES OFF OF ME YOU NASTY BASTARD!
STEVO: I'm not done.
STEVO takes a deep breath.
STEVO: Look, if you win... I'll let you and your crew crucify CHRIS JAX. I won't interfere, I won't fight back.
MR. NATURAL's smile returns to his face.
STEVO: However, if CHRIS wins tonight.... we're shaving those precious eyebrows of yours!
MR. NATURAL lowers his sunglasses and the cameras zoom in on his luxurious eyebrows.
MR. NATURAL: Are you outta your damn mind!? No one touches the NATURAL ONE's eyebrows! NO ONE! These eyebrows are what electrifies the crowds. These eyebrows are what the millions of THE NATURAL'S fans love.
STEVO smiles.
STEVO: Well, no one will be touching them... if you win.
MR. NATURAL: What if I don't want to agree with these shenanigans? What if I decide that your too dumb and too much of a piece of trash for me to waste my time with?
STEVO: Then I can't guarantee that I won't bring a pair of clippers down to the ring and shave your eyebrows just for my own amusement.
MR. NATURAL's lips pucker up a bit as he sizes up the former World Champ. Finally his teeth appear and he starts to nod his head as he smiles.
MR. NATURAL: Tell you what... I'll accept your stupid little deal. Not because I'm scared of you, or you dumb little clippers. It's only because there's not a damn chance in hell that your boy JAX will lay a hand on MR. NATURAL, let alone pin him in the ring.
STEVO: So we got a deal then?
STEVO extends his hand and MR. NATURAL violently shakes it, there eyes locking up.
MR. NATURAL: Oh we got a deal... I can't wait to see the look on your boy JAX's face when he figures out that you just signed him up for a crucifixion at the hands of the NATURAL ONE.
STEVO: We'll see about that...
STEVO and NATURAL exchange a brief nod before the two walk off in separate directions. What the heck just happened? PSYKO STEVO just promised that he wouldn't interfere with his star pupils crucifixion if he lost to MR. NATURAL tonight, but if JAX wins then MR. NAUTRALS eyebrows are gone!
MIKE MAYHEM
-vs-
THE DARK SHADOW
X-Treme Rules Match
As The Bell Rings, "Run This Town" By Jay-z Blasted Over The X-Tron With a meassage on it.
(pyro in sync with backround music)
Feel it coming in the air
Hear the screams from Everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when nickles down
Got a problem tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Later, Dark Shadow comes rushing, making sure to high five every fan in the front row seats on the way down the ramp, the fans are standing in ovation as he continues his way to the ring.
Few Minutes later, "The Beautiful People" By Marilyn Manson Blares over the X-Tron with the Lights going out all over the arena.. Until, the lights under the Xtron begin to flicker.
Moments later, A Search lights around the arena searches the crowd for Mayhem. When he's spotted the light follows mayhem to the ring, he slides in, get on the top turnbuckle, and points at himself.
MAYHEM and SHADOW are in the ring. They both lock up and MAYHEM pushes SHADOW and he rolls on the mat while MAYHEM was trying to push him to the ropes. Later, SHADOW got up and MAYHEM starts to pull his arm to the ropes but SHADOW reversed that and gains momentum when MAYHEM goes near him and SHADOW hits a LARIT on MAYHEM and he is on the mat. SHADOW's was going to the top rope but MAYHEM goes near the ropes where he was and shakes the first rope and SHADOW balls caught his fall for him.
Later, MAYHEM tries to get on the TOP Rope and MAYHEM tries to go for a Superplex on him but SHADOW punches his sides and both men were standing in Top Rope And SHADOW puts MAYHEM's head in a DDT position and SHADOW hits The TOP Rope DDT to the OUTSIDE of the RING and both men are down and out.
Both men are trying to get up and MAYHEM quickly hits a Belly To Belly Suplex to SHADOW and MAYHEM rolls back into the ring while SHADOW is trying to get back into his feet and manages to go back into the ring. MAYHEM starts to use his brawling techniques (i.e. Punching & Kicking) to SHADOW but SHADOW dodged his attacks and strikes back with three punches to the face on him and MAYHEM kneeled on one knee and SHADOW runs into the ropes and hits an Enzuigiri to him and MAYHEM lies on the mat and SHADOW tries to cover for a PIN.
1.....
2....
THRE----
MAYHEM kicks out before the Ref could count to three and SHADOW puts him in a Side Headlock on the mat and applying pressure to his head. After, SHADOW still IS applying the Side Headlock to him but MAYHEM breaks the hold and elbows his gut and breaks free. MAYHEM grapples him and sets him up for DVD and hits SHADOW with it and MAYHEM is still up and waits for SHADOW to get up to hit his Finisher on him. As soon SHADOW gets up he sets Him Up for "The Crossroads" but SHADOW ducks out of the way, Shadow quickly spring boards up to the top rope them comes crashing down with a spear, leveling MAYHEM with Shadow's Hunt! DARK SHADOW hooks a leg...
...1
...2
...THREE!
Shadow stands victorious in the ring his arms raised high, as Mike Mayhem slides out of the ring trying to shake the cobwebs loose trying to figure out what just went wrong.
Winner: Dark Shadow
The lights flicker and fade. The whole arena is suspended in a moment of silent darkness. The screen starts flashing images of various television sequences as if the channel is being changed constantly through the snow of a bad antenna. Finally the voice of a woman speaks softly and monotonously.
"A presence has been approaching. A warrior of a different breed"
The image appears of a rope appears as a close image of the fibers twisting and snapping, but slowly the video becomes consumed one again by the static imagery at random.
"With each step he takes, the more your reality unravels. What you believed was strong will prove itself weak and fragile"
Footage of nuclear explosions, UFOs, flocks of birds and prowling tigers come and go in a flurry of snow and static.
"He will show what's always been here, everywhere. All he brings with him is the light needed for you all to see"
Images flood the scene before cutting once again into static
"Look into yourself and ponder the question; will you like it when you see it"?
The announcers are sat at their table discussing the rest of tonight's show when the lights suddenly black out AGAIN leaving the fans a bit confused and the production crew a bit anoyed. On, off, on, off.... A vivid green spotlight shimmers in the ring, then slowly pans over to the X-TRON where it fades out. The X-TRON then flashes to life and the sound of a ghastly scream blares throughout the arena causing the audience to display confused looks on their faces.
A hazy figure then appears on the X-TRON, whoever or whatever it is appears to have it's back to the camera, and refrains from showing itself. The fans in the arena quiet down and prepare to see what will happen next.
"In time you will all witness a new age, a new beginning, a new era.... You will all stand in awe as you witness the carnage which takes place before your very eyes...."
A video begins playing on the X-TRON showing clips of a wrestler dominating his opponents in the ring with an array of devastating moves.
"A new, more powerful force is coming to the X-treme Wrestling Federation, and it is like nothing you have ever seen before. The change you need and so desperately want will come into effect, and you will all bow down before the new ruler."
The scenes of the wrestler performing moves in the video begin to play faster and faster until finally the X-TRON loses power and the arena blacks out once again.
"Prepare now, and maybe you will survive"
The camera then loses signal, and the lights begin flashing green and blue which leaves the production team baffled, and the fans also.
IAN "Meltdown" JOHNSON
-vs-
MARK FLYNN
Singles Match
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown blares over the PA system. The crowd screams for Meltdown! Ian shows up on the ramp and lets out a primal scream. He walks down to the ring and slides in. Hops up to the top rope and cracks his knuckles.
A medley of violins chirp as the X-Tron hums to life. A strings only Beatles' Eleanor Rigby plays as MARK FLYNN descends down the ramp, dressed in flowing feathered blue wrestling robe. But... instead of his usual emotionless demeanor, a clear sadness rests upon his brow. His hands slide across his face, he shakes his head and he continues his walk to the ring like a man on death row.
Flynn slides in the ring and stands. Wham! On the mat just as quickly, Meltdown decapitating him with a dropkick. The bell rings!
Ian 'Meltdown' Johnson vs Mark Flynn
Flynn stumbles to his feet, slow out of the gate. Johnson gets him up and scoops him in the air... SPINEBUSTER!
Flynn wraps both arms around the back of his head... something's wrong here... The fire's gone...
Johnson rushes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. Flynn climbs to his feet... Johnson leaps forward! MISSILE DROPKICK!
Johnson covers!
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Flynn gets a shoulder up. Flynn flips on his side to get to his feet. Ian slides on a headlock to keep him grounded. Flynn tries to outmuscle him to his feet... Gets back to standing with Ian's arms still wrapped around his head...
Ian kicks his feet out from under him! HEADLOCK DDT! The crowd pops!
Ian dives to cover.
1...
2...
KICKOUT!
Flynn lies on the mat... JOHNSON LEAPS AT HIS ARM! He goes for the Omoplata...
Flynn slips out of his grip and slides to the ropes. The official pulls off Johnson... Johnson tries to move back on the offensive.
But, Flynn rolls out of the ring, trying to avoid further assault.
Ian looks at him from the ring, the official demanding Flynn get back in the ring. Flynn can't seem to hear him. He looks around the faces in the crowd, lost and confused. He slowly turns back to the ring, still unsure of whether or not to re-enter the action. The crowd boos at this odd new attitude.
The ref begins the count...
1...
2...
3...
4...
Ian's had enough of waiting. He bounces off the ropes and begins a charge as Flynn turns back to the ring. SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH TH-
FLYNN CATCHES HIM IN THE AIR AND TURNS! COUNTER POWERSLAM ON THE OUTSIDE! The impact of Ian against concrete makes the crowd explode.
The XWF crowd is stunned. "HOLY SH**! HOLY SH**! HOLY SH**!" Flynn looks around at the crowd, his face staying somber, his mood still morose.
Flynn drops to his knees and stalks Johnson, who is very slowly rising to his feet...
Flynn wraps his arms around Johnson's waist! RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE! The padding covering the concrete is doing no favors to Johnson tonight...
The official leans over the ropes and signals to the timekeeper. The timekeeper announces his decision to the crowd! No double count-outs tonight! The match will end with a definite winner! The crowd goes wild for this decision!
Flynn picks Johnson off the ground and holds his wrist at arm's distance. Suddenly, he pulls Johnson in and hooks his head under Johnson's arm. He lifts...
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX ON THE OUTSIDE! The crowd oohs, disturbed by that manuever. Flynn wasn't lying this week, he is setting out to end Meltdown's career!
Johnson lets out a howl of pain and rolls on the outside...
Flynn reaches under the ring and pulls out... A TABLE WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! This isn't a hardcore match! If Flynn uses that, he's disqualified!
Although the official yells at Flynn to put that back, Flynn can't seem to hear him. His eyes sad, his head shaking back and forth, he sets up the table on the outside. He turns around and finds Meltdown rolling back into the ring to escape. Flynn puts a hand back under the ring and pulls out... A STEEL FOLDING CHAIR!
Flynn slides back in the ring, wielding a chair. The referee immediately gets in his face, trying to take the weapon from him. Flynn steps around the referee as Johnson begins to make it to his feet, backing into the corner turnbuckle. If Meltdown doesn't dodge this, he'll win by disqualification....
Flynn swings...
Johnson ducks! Flynn's chairswing slams against the turnbuckle and rebounds to his head!
Johnson slips behind him! SMALL PACKAGE! Ref drops to count!
1...
2...
THR-KICKOUT!
Flynn hops up off the mat... Straight into a Meltdown clothesline. He gets back up off the mat. Johnson takes him down again... Flynn lies on back, then sits up for a second, catching his breath, frustrated. Johnson shakes his arm ready to hit it again, the crowd rumbling, getting behind him.
Flynn rises to a knee, rolls his eyes and turns around...
THIRD CLOTHESLINE! Flynn stays down this time!
Johnson runs to the ropes and sets up! SPRINGBOARD SWANTO- Flynn roll out of the way! Johnson lands on his back hard...
Johnson rolls in pain on his stomach, the severe moves on the outside taking their toll.
Flynn jumps on him! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! THE HOLD DRIVES JOHNSON'S SHOULDER BLADES INTO EACH OTHER, AGGRAVATING HIS DEVASTED BACK! HE SCREAMS!
WILL HE GIVE UP?!?
The ref asks Johnson if he wants to continue but all Johnson does is claw his way out! His technical prowess is being blocked out by the incredible pain in his back! He can't think straight!
He struggles desperately, only a few feet from the ropes!
HE INCHES CLOSER AND CLOSER...
THE DAMAGE TO HIS SPINE DEVASTATING!
HE-
Suddenly, Flynn releases the hold. He closes his eyes, sighs deeply and stands back up. His sad eyes remain... As if he knows the plan from here...
Johnson begins pulling himself up on the ropes... Up to the second now...
Flynn turns around and flips him to the ground by the left arm! Johnson lands on his face and Flynn drops with him! FUJIWARA ARMBAR AGAIN! Flynn's flip has placed him directly between Meltdown and the ropes this time!
Meltdown is in the center of the ring on one axis and blocked by Flynn's body on the other!
The pain is excruciating!
Johnson... JOHNSON!
His arm shakes!
He has no choice!
Johnson... JOHNSON GOES LIMP! JOHNSON WOULD RATHER GO UNCONSCIOUS THAN TAP OUT!
The referee calls for the bell!
WINNER BY SUBMISSION: MARK FLYNN
When Flynn hears the bell, he releases the hold. The referee raises his arm but Flynn walks past him as he raises it. Flynn grabs the chair left in the ring, a splatter of his own blood on its seat. He takes it one hand, dragging it on the ground.
He walks over to the fallen Johnson and drags him by the leg to the center of the ring...
He Pillmanizes Meldown's left leg... Oh no...
He climbs the top rope... and stares down at Meltdown...
The crowd screams in anticipation and fear...
The official is calling for medical officials and security to stop this...
Flynn stands on the top rope and points to the sky. His eyes are closed, his brow wrinkled in grief. Suddenly his eyes shoot open! He looks to his left and sees the barbed wire table. Pristine. Unused. Perfect.
He points again and a giant grin spreads across his face! HE pumps his fists in the air. He can hear them! HE CAN HEAR THE VOICES! HE CAN HEAR THEIR CALL!
He leaps... 13 feet in the air...
HE SPLASHES ONTO THE BARBED WIRE TABLE!
KERASH!
Medical personnel surround Flynn, entangled in the barbed wire, lying on the outside, bleeding like a stuck pig, smiling like he just won the lottery. The feed cuts to commercial.
The lights begin to flash insanely; enough to give anyone a seizure before everything goes black as 'The Collapse' by Adelitas way starts to blasts throughout the arena, a picture of Randall Cross's face with a shmuck smile plays on the big screen as Randall makes his way out wearing a English H. Huntsman suit. He is accompanied by his manager Stoney who can't keep up as he seems lost and unaware. He makes his way to a pretty lady sitting in the front and throws her a few flirts before entering the ring.
The ring is set-up with a purple carpet over the mat. A large screen HD/LED television set on top of a television stand displays almost against the ropes in the middle of the ring. A yellow loveseat is on the left of the television set, and a lazy boy comforter chair on the right of the Television set.
Randall calls for mic.
Randall: As you all are aware of by now. I am the Amazing one Randall Cross owner of the Amazing Hotshots Casino and Hotel in Las Vegas. And this right here is my show. Wednesday Night Amazing Hotshots.
Randall: Now I was supposed to have guests and everything in my show tonight but luckily for us they decided to not show up. Just like they've been doing the whole week...just about. I mean think about. Who wants to listen to Blueprint of the fall anyway? The best part about them being here was gonna be how stupid they were gonna look cozying up in that little love chair over here.
The crowd seems unsure of what to think of this man as they have a set of mixed reactions throughout the arena.
Randall: Now, I'm sure half of you are like "Who the fuck is this guy?" Well, I'm soon to be the new face of the XWF, so I need you to get on point. This Saturday Night I will be Main Eventing on Impact against Blueprint of The Fall and in case you're not in tune; I will be rolling with your Champ Tristan Slater.
The crowd lets out a loud pops of boos.
Randall: Ah come on now. Besides being an egotistical maniac the guy is really not that bad. He's even fighting for the XWF name. Fighting for the roster, fighting for the cause. That's one fighting Champion we have on our hands, but no one here wants to hear about that. No, not at all. They want to hear about how I'm gonna tear into the Tag Champs asses.
The crowd gives another pop of loud boos.
Randall: I understand how bad you want these ball tucking tag champs to beat the shit out of Slater, but with me around; that's just not going to happen. I'm just an all-around winner. Losing is not in my vocabulary. Losing is not an option. The Amazing one knows nothing else, but how to win.
Randall: If my name even appears on a card. It's sure to be a sellout.
Crowd gives another pop of boos. Randall embraces it.
Randall: Can you just hear the love spread throughout the arena for the Amazing one. I'm sure that at this very moment...half of you are here to see Joseph Page.
The crowd gives a loud pop of cheers.
Randall: The other half might be here for Tax.
The crowd gives another loud pop of cheers.
Randall: Well, that's good and all. But, after this week you will be here to see the Amazing one Randall Cross and his Wednesday Night Amazing Hotshots show. Now before I get out of here let me leave you with this.
Randall pulls a remote out of his back pocket and clicks the Television on. As he walks away from the ring the television plays a movie trailer thrown together meshing different words from promos:
From the directors of "Black to the Future" and "Shaving Ryan's privates" comes a newly high anticipated film. Starring Sid:
Sid: Can you get any deeper?
Also starring, Griffin MacAlister: This is as deep as I can get!
And Your Champ, Tristan Slater.
Tristan: Homie, I can get real deep; fuck what you heard.
The Highly anticipated Fall Blockbuster. "Men in Black Man." Coming to a theatre near you.
*This message was paid for by the Amazing Hotshots Casino and Hotel.*
The trailer fades away as Cross exits the stage; leaving the crowd to laugh at the video while Randall manager's Stoney tries his best to drag the television out of the ring.
Cross-Show Promotion
Warfare's ZYDECO
-vs- Impact's GRIFFIN MACALISTER
Singles Challenge Match
ZYDECO is in the ring after his recent entrance and waits for his opponent's arrival. Expectantly, These "Two Boots of Mine" by The Bruisers begins to play and GRIFFIN MACALISTER comes from backstage. The crowd cheers as GRIFFIN marches to the ring; his eyes never leaving that of ZYDECO's, who also refuses to look away. GRIFFIN climbs and rolls smoothly into the ring; standing up and soaking in the glares of ZYDECO.
With the two men now in the ring, the Referee calls for this match to start.
They lock up in the middle of the squared circle with ZYDECO getting the upper hand due to his enormous size. ZYDECO uses his strength and pushes GRIFFIN to his knees. ZYDECO takes this opportunity to grab into a tight headlock. GRIFFIN slips out and shoves ZYDECO against. On the rebound GRIFFIN displays his athleticism with a high dropkick to the head. ZYDECO being the monster that he is just drops to one knee. GRIFFIN looks in disbelief as he continues to pound on ZYDECO's head. Still ZYDECO doesn't budge much. GRIFFIN follows the serious of blows to the head with a MASSIVE HEART PUNCH! ZYDECO then finally drops down holding his chest as he tries to catch his breath. GRIFFIN continues the attack. GRIFFIN brings ZYDECO up and rams his against the corner turnbuckle. ZYDECO smiles as he grabs GRIFFIN by the hair and bangs his head on the turnbuckle. ZYDECO follows that with a scoop slam followed up by a leg drop across the neck. He covers.
1
Tw...
Kickout...too early for a pin. ZYDECO gets up. He grabs on one of GRIFFIN's leg and gets kicked in the head with the other. ZYDECO staggers back. He quickly shakes it off and goes for an elbow drop while GRIFFIN is still down only to completely miss as GRIFFIN rolls out of the way.
GRIFFIN uses the ropes to get himself up and steady and turns around, walking right into ETERNITY by ZYDECO! ZYDECO gets GRIFFIN to the floor and seems hell bent on rendering the man unconscious! GRIFFIN sees his opening and capitalizes as this can be only escape. GRIFFIN PUNCHES ZYDECO DIRECTLY IN THE EYE FORCING ZYDECO TO LOSE HIS GRIP ON GRIFFIN!
Momentum seems to be building in favor of Griffin who stands up and feeds off of the crowd's chants for his name. ZYDECO recovers and throws a big right that is ducked by GRIFFIN who answers back with a spinning back fist that GRIFFIN jumps for in order for the move to meet ZYDECO's face!
The giant quickly shakes it off much to GRIFFIN surprise. Both men intensely glare at each other as each take a few steps back. What could they be planning here?
Wait? What is...? Both men are running at each other at FULL SPEED! THEY'RE BOTH ATTEMPTING THE SPEAR! The crowd goes insane as the wrestlers come closer and closer, but a second before the initial impact...GRIFFIN DROPS DOWN?!
GRIFFIN DROPS DOWN! His legs slide and meet with ZYDECO's who wears a face of disbelief as he begins to fall from the sudden loss of balance. GRIFFIN smirks as he watches the 7 foot man fall.
GRIFFIN: TIMBER!!!
BOOM!
ZYDECO hits the mat with a hard impact; his head bouncing. GRIFFIN scrambles towards ZYDECO for the pin and covers him.
1
2
THR-
KICK OUT!
GRIFFIN wastes no time getting up and preparing for his next move. The crowd is about to riot as ZYDECO stands up with a stumble. ZYDECO turns around and GRIFFIN runs towards the mammoth. GRIFFIN jumps and grabs ZYDECO; hitting him with the P.O.A!
GRIFFIN is sinking the submission in even deeper and ZYDECO flails. ZYDECO lifts the man up and brings him back down with a heavy back slam, but GRIFFIN is not letting this one go.
With pain evident on his face, ZYDECO taps. HE'S TAPPING! THE 400lbs MONSTER QUITS!!!
The referee breaks them apart and GRIFFIN MACALISTER IS THE WINNER!
WINNER: GRIFFIN MACALISTER.
Steve Sayors barges into the office of Miyoko Kawashima. Miyoko is working on the computer doing what ever it is General Managers of wrestling shows do when they are not on air. She looks up at Steve and smiles and gestures him to sit. On the desk in front of her is a brief case.
Steve: Miyoko, earlier in the night you mentioned there would be a new title brought to Warfare, I was wondering if you could shed any light on the subject, any at all?
Miyoko smiles and swivels in her chair trying to look professional, as professional as someone behind an office desk in a baseball jersey can look anyway. Ya now get a glimpse of her computer monitor to realize she is not even watching Warfare rather she is watching a baseball game.
Steve: Uh, woah are you watching baseball?
Miyoko: Of course, Longoria is back you think I'd miss this because of this shit? But let us not get off topic Steve, you wanted to know about the new title and I am more then happy to talk to you about the title, I was planning a big reveal for it anyway so hey I don't even have to walk to the ring."
Miyoko unsnaps the case and opens it up and the room suddenly starts to fill with smoke as if a smoke bomb went off... Miyoko can be heard cackling through the smoke, not laughing or giggling or even chortling....cackling like a witch. When the smoke clears Miyoko and Sayors are no longer alone in the room but there is a third.... a woman...
She is dressed in very revealing ninja garb and has a Championship Belt over her shoulders. The design is very striking and catches Sayors attention at once, emblazoned in the middle is a diagram of brass knuckles... the belt its self seems to be made out of silver or something cheaper. The ninja drops the belt onto Miyoko's desk then pulls out a small pellet from her pocket.
Miyoko: Keade, I thought we talked about this. You can ONLY have a dramatic entrance not a dramatic exit, use the door like everyone else.
The ninja sighs and leaves the officer quickly. Steve Sayors watches her leave very confused...
Steve: Who the hell was that?
Miyoko: Keade, my personal ninja."
Steve: You have a uh.. personal... NINJA?
Miyoko: Steve, I'm Japanese, of course I have a personal ninja. Who else is going to protect my mech when I am not piloting it? But enough of that let us get to the task at hand. This fine piece of craftsmanship in front of you is none other then the BRAND NEW XWF
"XWF Heavymetal Weight Championship"
"Now I am sure you are asking your self, how does it differ from any other Championship in the XWF and I am glad you asked because this championship can be won by ANYBODY, by ANYTHING, at ANYTIME. The only rider to that is an official referee must be present at the time. So no self three counts. But that is not just it, the belt does not even have to be won in a Wrestling Match. You can wager it against someone, you can lose it and someone else picks it up and that voids your reign. So pretty much it is like the X-Treme Title, only this belt puts 24/7 Rules to shame. Watch your back who ever holds this belt, a mop, a ladder or even a vicious dog might be waiting to end your reign."
"Now, I want you to also know title changes are not limited, at all. If you are in a match with say four competitors for the XWF Championship, pinning the Heavymetal Weight Champion will *NOT* end the official match, but it WILL net you the championship. Funny little rule, no? THIS show is ran by a Japanese Woman and I intent to bring a taste of Japan to the XWF. The Heavymetal Weight Championship is the first of many changes to come..."
Steve: That is uh... interesting. How are you going to determine the first champion though?
Miyoko: Well I was going to hold a tournament, was even considering making it to the pain, but since you are here, the belt is here and I am here. Steve Sayor's congratulations you are the first ever XWF Heavymetal Weight Champion. Now please, take your belt and get the fuck out of my office.
Steve Sayors glares at Miyoko in shock and horror, she could not be serious could she? Ah yes, but she was. She snaps at him and points to the belt. Sayors lets out a sigh as he picks up the Heavymetal Weight championship, slings it over his shoulders and leaves the room, trying one last time to put up an argument Miyoko was not hearing...
New Heavymetal Weight Champion: Steve Sayors
TAX
-vs-
ERIC LEWIS
-vs-
SID
Triple Threat, 1 Fall
The arena goes black. The fans wait in anticipation when suddenly the first chords of 'Enter Sandman' start up. The mixed signals from the crowd become very obvious. An electric blue spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp where Sid stands surrounded by a team of five security guards. His face is pointed downwards. As the drums join in. He looks up. He stares down at the ring first, then around at the fans with an air of calm on his face. He waits for a moment before making his way swiftly to the ring. He climbs to the top of the ring steps, where he turns around, and throws his arms up into the air. After soaking in the mixed reaction. He climbs into the ring awaiting the action. Sid stands at 6'1, 209 lbs, and hails from Grand Prairie View, Texas.
The lights in the arena dim as a violin plays over the PA. The crowd cheers in anticipation as the music builds to a crescendo, and just as the record scratching hits, two balls of fire ignite from the ring, as the vocals to "Out on Front Street" kick in. The lights come back on to reveal "The Phoenix" Eric Lewis, dressed in his ring gear and his cloak, kneeling in the center of the ring on his right knee, head raised to the roof and hands pointing to the ceiling. Once the crowd realizes who is in the center of the ring, they go ecstatic. In what seems like one swift motion, Eric Lewis goes from a kneeling position into a hands-free back somersault, landing on his feet, swinging his arms down towards his sides. Lewis stands in at 5'8, 215 lbs, and hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
The lights go black but quickly fade into a dark green. "Greed" by Godsmack blasts across the sound system. Tax appears at the entranceway with his head down, seething. A shower of tacks falls on him. He steps forward to the edge of the ramp, and a bevy of fire engulf the entrance. As it cools down, Tax makes a straightforward walk to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, staring down at his two opponents. Tax checks in at 6'2, 232 lbs, and hails from Chicago, Illinois.
The bell rings kicking off the action as SID showcases his lethal kickboxing skills. LEWIS and TAX eye each other, both savvy veterans of the ring. They both bum rush the Texan with a flurry of kicks and punches, leaving him draped against the ring ropes. LEWIS bounces off the far side ropes as TAX jumps on his hands and knees. LEWIS springboards off of TAX and sends SID flying to the outside with a calf kick! The crowd cheers the always likeable LEWIS and applaud the early teamwork.
LEWIS jumps up with an adrenaline surge and circles around until he meets TAX eye to eye. TAX fires the first shot, a fierce right hand that sends LEWIS back a step. LEWIS responds with his own right hand, and the two alternate punches until LEWIS executes a picture-perfect dropkick, sending TAX to the canvas. TAX pops back up only to be met with a couple of stingy chops to the chest. LEWIS whips TAX to the other ropes and lands a flying mayorana, again putting TAX on his back. LEWIS picks TAX up, boots him in the midsection, and applies a corkscrew neckbreaker! LEWIS has all the momentum in the early going! LEWIS shoots for a quick cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
No! SID drags LEWIS by his feet to the outside and delivers a sick roundhouse kick that lays LEWIS out on the floor. SID slides into the ring where TAX has reached his feet. TAX ducks under a similar roundhouse, takes SID's back, and puts him to the mat with a back suplex. TAX quickly drops a forearm across the head of SID, and again, before wrapping him up with a head scissors. As SID is being worn down, TAX drops a couple of elbows to the open face. LEWIS, now recovers slides into the ring, and breaks the hold by performing a beautiful leg drop on TAX. He scoops SID up and sends him into the turnbuckles. LEWIS scoops TAX up and does the same, his body slamming against SID in the same corner. LEWIS makes a running start, launching himself at the pair, but TAX moves out of the way just in time. LEWIS hits SID with an amazing hurricanrana, sending SID to the hard floor on the outside while landing safely on the apron! An amazing display of athleticism from the elder veteran! As SID slowly reaches his feet, LEWIS springboards off the ropes...
But TAX shoves him off of the ring ropes, and LEWIS slams viciously against the railing! LEWIS immediately grabs his ribs and begins to writhe in pain! SID helps LEWIS to his feet, but TAX lunges through the ropes with a perfected suicide dive! All three men are down!
TAX stirs to his feet first and sends SID into the hard steel steps. TAX picks LEWIS up and slides him into the ring, making the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . Kickout!
LEWIS is still showing signs of life, as is SID who has groggily approached the ring apron. As TAX picks his opponent up, LEWIS counters with a hard shot to the face. LEWIS bounces off the ropes and flies back with a surprising tornado DDT! LEWIS quickly reaches his feet and bounces off the far ropes, but SID pulls him down by his hair! LEWIS reacts by reaching his feet and an altercation ensues between him and SID. Meanwhile, TAX reaches his feet and takes off running towards his opponents. LEWIS' sixth sense tingles as he ducks the attack. TAX flies through the air, up and over SID where he lays SID out with an excruciating sunset powerbomb onto the hard outside floor!!! SID is motionless! TAX slowly reaches his feet and slides into the ring, just in time to meet a drop toe hold and an ensuing headlock.
As LEWIS keeps the hold applied, TAX struggles to take the pair to their feet. TAX attempts another back suplex, but LEWIS flips in the air and lands on his feet before hitting a crucial Backstabber!! LEWIS quickly shoots up the turnbuckles and signals for the Lewpocalypse, a somersault leg drop! LEWIS flies through the air, but TAX rolls out of the way, and LEWIS lands on his backside in apparent pain! Both men reach their feet at about the same time, and TAX catches a kick from LEWIS. LEWIS responds with an enziguri attempt but TAX ducks under it, still gripping the leg of LEWIS. As LEWIS lands on his other foot, TAX creatively hits a SID-like roundhouse to the temple of LEWIS! The sickening smack echoes across the Forum! TAX makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . NO!
LEWIS kicks out. Meanwhile, on the floor, SID is finally beginning to stir his feet. TAX picks LEWIS up and sends him into the ropes. TAX drops to the canvas, and LEWIS leaps over him before baseball sliding into SID! SID slams against the railing!
LEWIS pops back up in time to meet a devastating KOINKICK! TAX drapes his arm over LEWIS.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . .
TAX decides that it's not enough, and breaks his own pin! He leaves LEWIS motionless on the canvas and marches with authority up the turnbuckles with his eyes squarely on the fallen PHOENIX. Suddenly, TAX dives off the top rope...
And onto SID with a diving cross body! Once again, SID slams into the railing!
TAX, apparently unfazed by the collision, slides back into the ring where LEWIS is groggily reaching his feet. TAX rushes forward, but LEWIS surprises him with a monkey flip! TAX lands upside down against the turnbuckles and crashes to the mat! LEWIS slowly recovers as TAX does the same. TAX falls into the turnbuckle, and LEWIS pops him with a pair of shoulder blocks. LEWIS hops on the ropes and begins nailing TAX with a ten count of punches as the crowd numbers them.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8...
LEWIS hops down and looks aroun the ring and smirks...Eric rolls over the top rope and lands on the ground outside of the ring. Eric heads over to the timekeeper's area and grabs a microphone.
Eric Lewis: "Tax, you don't want to take me seriously? You don't think I'm worth the effort? Then guess what? I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I'm not going to waste my time on you. I have more important things to deal with."
Eric drops the mic and then picks up SID tossing him into the ring in his place, he then turns to the barricade, and hops over it, exiting through the crowd.
TAX reaches his senses and looks around for LEWIS who is no where to be found so he instead turns his attention to SID, sending him to the mat with a thunderous sit-down powerbomb! TAX brings SID back to his feet and sets him up into a standing fireman's carry, signaling the end for SID! TAX flips SID backwards, head over heels, into the turnbuckles!!! STOCK MARKET CRASH onto the turnbuckles! SID is left reeling, before TAX can go for the pin SID rolls out of the ring! TAX, now seething with intensity, slides to the outside and slams SID's head onto the ring apron. He rolls SID back into the ring and looks into a camera.
Tax: How's that for impressive, Page?
TAX slides back in where SID is regaining his composure. SID catches TAX off guard with a pair of leg kicks, followed by a crisp kick to the side TAX's ribs. SID bounces off the ropes with a bit of momentum, but TAX catches him with a TAX BREAK (Rock Bottom across the knee)! He lays SID, broken, in the center of the ring. Still, not content, TAX walks over to LEWIS and scoops him on his shoulders again, delivering a second Stock Market Crash over the downed body of SID!
TAX makes the cover...
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . THREE!
Winner: TAX!
As TAX celebrates the victory the crowd responds as RAYMOND HATCHER and TYLER DECKER jump the ringside railing! THE XWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS hit the ring blindsiding TAX from behind! HATCHER and DECKER start working over LEWIS before sending him over the top rope and out to the floor! TAX starts to get to his feet where he's blasted in the skull by DECKER with a shot from his TAG TITLE! HATCHER retrieves a pair of HANDCUFFS from his back pocket before cuffing TAX to the middle rope! The crowd is mixed as HATCHER and DECKER start working over TAX with right hands and boots to the midsection....
WAIT A MINUTE! IS IT?!?!?!?!?!?!!
The attention is drawn towards the top of the ramp where....
THE XWF CHAMPION!!!
THE TRISTAN SLATER walks out to the top of the ramp! What's he doing here!?!?!? He's on IMPACT! THE TRISTAN SLATER removes his sport coat where he drops it at the top of the ramp! HATCHER and DECKER's attention are drawn towards SLATER who starts walking towards the ring! The Tampa crowd is in complete and utter shock as SLATER reaches ringside where he instantly slides into the ring where he's pounced on by both HATCHER and DECKER! The Tag Team Champions stomp away at the XWF CHAMPION! They pick him up off the mat before shooting SLATER towards the ropes, SLATER bounces off the ropes where HATCHER and DECKER look for a double back body drop, yet it's SLATER who delivers a kick to the chest of HATCHER! DECKER swings at SLATER but it's SLATER who blocks the right hand attempt before delivering a thumb to the eye! SLATER takes DECKER before tossing him over the top rope and out to the floor! SLATER spins around where he ducks a running clothesline by HATCHER which sends HATCHER bouncing off the ropes and into a boot to the midsection by SLATER who then delivers the FLIP PILEDRIVER! The crowd is on it's feet for SLATER as he's shown digging in the front pocket of RAYMOND HATCHER where he retrieves the key to the handcuffs! SLATER looks over towards TAX who has a baffled look across his face. SLATER intently stares at TAX before TOSSING HIM THE KEY! TAX catches the key where he unlocks himself from the handcuffs! SLATER exits the ring where he walks back up the ramp, not even turning around. He reaches the top of the ramp where he picks up him sport coat before making his way back through the curtain. Camera's follow SLATER as he goes through the Gorilla position and out towards the loading dock where a limo awaits him. SLATER enters the limo before it drives out of the building leaving us all to wonder just what the hell is REALLY going on between TAX and THE TRISTAN SLATER!
Cross-Show Promotion
Warfare's CHRIS JAX w/ Psyko Stevo in his corner
-vs- Impact's MR. NATURAL
Singles Challenge Match
X-Treme Rules
The lights go off than on the X-Tron a countdown goes from 10 to 1 then an elaborate scheme of fireworks goes off than the music starts. The crowd boos as THE NATURAL arrogantly comes out and stands on the stage. He tilts his head to the left sneers at the crowd, he then turns his head to right and cocks up one eyebrow. than makes his way down the ramp. he talks to **** to the fans as they boo him, and subsequently flips them off. THE NATURAL than walks up the steps on the apron. He puts one leg into the ring, turns his head cocks his eybrow than puts his other leg into the ring. THE NATURAL finally climbs onto the rope in the corner and extends both his arms out (similar to the orton pose) as if he expects the crowd to worship him. than he gets down from the corner and awaits his opponets arrival.
After a short pause "Welcome Home (insturmental)" by Coheed and Cambria hits the PA. The fans give a moderately loud, but very mixed reaction for CHRISTOPHER JAX. JAX walks from the curtain, with his white robe, and looks around the arena. The crowd issues an extremely loud pop as entering the picture directly behind CHRIS JAX is none other than his manager and former XWF World Heavyweight Champion, PSYKO STEVO. STEVO walks up behind JAX and helps the youngster remove his robe. JAX then walks down the ramp. He looks over to the fans, but STEVO runs up to his left side and motions for his pupil to direct his attention to the ring. JAX and STEVO finally hit the ring and STEVO seperates the middle and top rope, which JAX enters the ring through. STEVO then pauses, nods to the crowd and performs his trademark backflip over the top rope, which elicits a pop from the crowd. STEVO instructs JAX to the corner and gives him a bit of a pep talk. Midway through this talk MR. NATURAL enters the picture, slamming his fist into the back of PSYKO STEVO and sending both STEVO and JAX into the turnbuckle.
DING!
The bell sounds and this X-Treme Rules match is underway. MR. NATURAL is quickly on the offensive as he lays the boots to CHRISTOPHER JAX while PSYKO STEVO rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring to "manage" the match. NATURAL continues to lay the boots to JAX as STEVO bangs the ring apron, shouting out commands. JAX, showing his heart, starts to rise to his feet, despite eating boot after boot from MR. NATURAL. MR. NATURAL quits with the boots and as JAX is propped up against the middle rope lays into JAX with a knife edged chop to the chest, which prompts the crowd to shout out, WOOO! Another knife edged chop, and another... what's this though? JAX powers forward, grabbing MR. NATURAL by the shoulders and throwing him into the corner. JAX now, uppercuts to the body of MR. NATURAL, and NATURAL is wincing in pain after each shot. JAX now, climbs up onto the bottom rope, now the middle, finally to the top... right hands to the temple of MR. NATURAL, the crowd counts along as STEVO screams words of encouragment from ringside. ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE....
Just before JAX can connect with the tenth right hand, MR. NATURAL displays some power of his own as he hoists CHRIS JAX up onto his shoulders, runs forward into the center of the ring and then drops CHRIS JAX on his back. MR. NATURAL goes for the pinfall attempt... ONE... TWO... KICKOUT! Both men back up to their feet now and MR. NATURAL strikes with a right hand that connects, JAX fires back though with a right of his own, now a right from NATURAL, and a right from JAX, the crowd is buzzing now as NATURAL winds up with a powerful right hand, but what's this? JAX ducks under it! JAX now, off the ropes, ducks a clothesline... NATURAL staggering back, JAX clotheslines MR. NATURAL over the top rope!
CHRIS JAX now stands still in the ring, he looks around as the crowd is going wild. MR. NATURAL is getting to his feet now and what's this? STEVO is pointing towards MR. NATURAL and shouting at him... JAX hears this and, oh my, JAX goes airborne! JAX with a suicide dive.... misses! MR. NATURAL sidesteps at the last second and CHRIS JAX goes crashing into the concrete with minimal padding. MR. NAUTRAL going to work now, he rushes over to the timekeeper and throws him off his chair. NATURAL now slaps the side of the chair. MR. NATURAL points at PSYKO STEVO, who takes a step back and puts his hands up in a defensive motion. MR. NATURAL walking over to CHRIS JAX now, who is struggling to get up to his feet and... CLANG! MR. NATURAL slams the steel chair against the back of CHRIS JAX and JAX falls to the mat. MR. NATURAL with one more shot to the back of JAX... CLANG! MR. NATURAL goes for the pinfall and this one might be over...
ONE...
TWO........
KICKOUT!
MR. NATURAL back up to his feet and what's this? MR. NATURAL is walking over to PSYKO STEVO. It appears as though PSYKO STEVO said something to MR. NATURAL and the NATURAL ONE didn't agree with it. PSYKO STEVO and MR. NATURAL now exchanging words, they are right up in each others grills! What's this?
CLANG!
STEVO takes a step to the side and MR. NATURAL goes falling to the floor in a clump as CHRIS JAX just connected with a vicious steel chair shot to the side of NAUTRALS head. STEVO smiles and nods his head in approval... wait whats this? STEVO is now helping MR. NATURAL back up to his feet. STEVO, directing traffic now points to JAX then the steel chair... NATURAL is completely defenseless now...
CLANG!
Another chair shot to the head... and another... and one more for good measure. MR. NATURAL is on dream street and PSYKO STEVO lets go of him and he falls to the floor in a heap. STEVO points down at NATURAL and CHRIS JAX makes the pinfall attempt...
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
This one is over and what's this? STEVO reaching into the back pocket of his jeans and... CLIPPERS! PSYKO STEVO hands CHRIS JAX a pair of hair clippers! JAX smiles and... THERE GO MR. NATURAL EYEBROWS!
What's this though? CHRIS JAX now, JAX is going for MR. NAUTRAL's hair. JAX is about to shave MR. NAUTRAL's hair but... wait... what? PSYKO STEVO just grabbed CHRIS JAX wrist... STEVO now, STEVO asking for the clippers and JAX gives them to him. The fans are abuzz as PSYKO STEVO and CHRIS JAX leave the ringside area. As the two leave the cameras pan back down to MR. NATURAL and his now eyebrowless face. A deal was a deal and MR. NATURAL paid the price for dealing with the PSKYO ONE with the loss of his eyebrows.
WINNER: CHRISTOPHER JAX (w/ PSYKO STEVO)
As the XWF crowd gets ready for the match between Mr. XWF and Hank Lane, "Daydream" by Scandal hits over the P.A. system a second time for the night. Out from the back to a huge pop again comes Miyoko Kawashima in her Evan Longoria jersey. She stops at the ramp a mic in hand...
Miyoko: Mr. XWF - I have been mulling over your well demand to me all week. The one where you wished I would not put your title on the line in this match, a title you won no less by having it handed to it. Okay, so I have thougth long and hard about it and I am here to inform you that the X-Treme Championship Title WILL be on the line against Hank Lane, and if you try to weasle out of defending it by say walking away from the match or some other low brow trick I am sure you have up you sleeve, you will automaticly forfit the Championship to Hank Lane.
I will have you know I am NOT Shane Carver. You do not tell ME what to do, I tell YOU what to do. Be grateful I did not vacate that title the second Tristan handed it to your worthless ass. In the future, never demand something of me again, you will find next time I will be a lot less nice."
Miyoko drops the mic and heads to the back.... the X-Treme Title Match is next!
X-TREME CHAMPIONSHIP!
Challenger: HANK LANE
-vs-
Defending Champ: MR. XWF
X-Treme Rules Match
Standing 6 feet, 3 inches tall, fighting out of Chicago, Illinois...HANK 'THUNDER' LANE!
'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the X-Tron as the lights in the Tampa Bay Times Forum go out. Suddenly sabers of Blue light begin flashing throughout the crowd as a huge AoD symbol is lowered above the ring. IT walks down the rampway with IT's head lowered. IT is wearing a long black trench coat with AoD across the back of it, Under the coat IT wore Black trunks with a Purple Lightning bolt on one side and AoD on the other. As IT enters the ring IT pulls a microphone from IT's pocket and IT begins to speak.
Night Rider: You were ALL warned! You should have listened to the rumors and ran with fear! Instead you are about to feel IT's wrath! Step forward and receive your punishment!
IT throws down the microphone as a red glow begins emanating from IT's eyes.
And his opponent, the XWF X-treme Champion, from XWF City, standing 6'6 and checking in at 270 pounds, MR. XWF!
The arena darkens as the lights begin flashing and going nuts as if this was a rave. The fans boo as "Don't Waste My Time" begins to play and Mr. XWF steps out as the flickering and flashing of the lights hit him in a way that makes him look like he is glowing. He tries hyping up the crowd by shouting at them and motioning for them to liven up as he makes his way down toward the ring, but all it does it make them boo him more. He threatens to hit a couple fans along the way and then gets into the ring where he bounces off the ropes and yells things at the fans to get them booing him even louder. Sometimes it sounds like he is cursing at them but it's very hard to tell since he's got a mask on that covers his mouth. It seems that the less the fans can understand of his yelling during his entrance, the louder they will boo him!
The music fades, the crowd dies down, and the bell rings to start the match. MR. XWF and LANE circle each other, trying to find their range, when MR. XWF blatantly takes a step forward and slaps the spit out of LANE's mouth! LANE responds with a thunderous rally of straight right hands that back MR. XWF into the ring ropes. LANE bounces off the far ropes and clotheslines MR. XWF over the top and to the outside. LANE waits patiently as MR. XWF reaches his feet before catapulting himself over the top ropes and onto MR. XWF with a cross body. LANE picks MR. XWF up and Irish whips him, but MR. XWF reverses it and sends LANE flying into the steel ring post! MR. XWF takes a moment to recover, hunts LANE down, and slams his head into the ring apron over and over until LANE collapses to the ground. MR. XWF lays the boots across LANE's upper body repeatedly stomping away ferociously.
MR. XWF chills out for a moment, taunting the XWF fans who respond with a chorus of boos. MR. XWF reaches underneath the ring, searching for a weapon, and pulls out...a table. Apparently, dissatisfied with the choice, MR. XWF searches again, and pulls out a metal trash can! He examines it, knocks on it, makes sure it's of the finest quality. As MR. XWF spins around, LANE connects with a dropkick, forcing the trash can to wrap around MR. XWF's masked face! With his opponent on the ground, the metal trash can hovering over his face in all stillness, LANE picks up a chair and slams it across the can!
LANE drops the chair and makes a cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . KICKOUT!
LANE scoop slams MR. XWF back onto the floor before making his way to the table. He picks it up and drapes it across the ring apron and the barricade, holding it firmly in place. Making sure it was steady, LANE crosses over to MR. XWF who has slowly crawled inside the ring. As MR. XWF slowly reaches his feet, LANE attacks with a piledriver, smashing MR. XWF's cranium against the mat. He hooks the leg.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . KICKOUT!
LANE picks the bigger man up and begins to bite him across the forehead! He follows it up with a couple of heavy forearms across the back before Irish whipping him across the ring, but again MR. XWF reverses it, taking LANE's back, and wrapping his arms around his waist. MR. XWF launches LANE with a German suplex...
Through the ropes...
AND THROUGH THE TABLE! LANE lies motionless among the shattered wood! MR. XWF slowly takes his time in regaining his composure. After several moments, LANE finally begins to stir a little. MR. XWF steps onto the ring apron as LANE fingers the apron, using it to lift himself up. MR. XWF stomps on his fingers, forcing LANE to draw back. MR. XWF takes a two-step head start before leaping off with a big clothesline! MR. XWF makes the pin...
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . NO!
LANE gets a shoulder up, and the match continues. MR. XWF scoops LANE on his shoulders and rushes towards the ring post, but LANE slides off and sends MR. XWF face first into the steel! LANE rolls MR. XWF up for the pin.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . NO!
MR. XWF escapes and reaches his feet quickly, but LANE beats him to the punch with several kicks to MR. XWF's legs. LANE bounces off the ropes and delivers a short dropkick to the knee of MR. XWF! MR. XWF hobbles about, keeping on his feet as LANE climbs the turnbuckles and hops off with a missile dropkick! MR. XWF falls to the mat and the momentum carries him outside the ring! LANE bides his time, waiting for MR. XWF to reach his feet. LANE jumps on the second turnbuckle, looking for a high-risk maneuver. He smartly hops out onto the apron as he sees that MR. XWF has sidestepped the impending attack. MR. XWF stays on him, however, pulling his feet off the apron. LANE surprisingly lands on his feet and catches MR. XWF with a flurry of punches! Refusing to go down, MR. XWF staggers about as LANE grips the steel chair from earlier. He slams it over MR. XWF's head with a sickening shot! MR. XWF finally falls to the ground, and LANE makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . NO!
Not yet! MR. XWF somehow kicks out! LANE grabs the steel chair and tosses it into the ring before grabbing a second one and doing the same. Finally, LANE rolls MR. XWF into the ring and slides in himself.
LANE picks up a steel chair as MR. XWF grabs the second one. They both swing at each other simultaneously, and the clatter of steel echoes through the Forum! LANE quickly takes advantage by shoving MR. XWF into the turnbuckles. As MR. XWF makes a motivated rush towards LANE, LANE springs forward with a THUNDER LANE (powerful clothesline) attempt. MR. XWF ducks under it, spins around, and drills LANE with a chop block, taking LANE's knees out from under him!
MR. XWF grabs the two chairs and sets them up as they are meant to be, edging the two seats next to each other, side by side. He turns around, only to eat another brilliant dropkick from LANE that sends him flying into the turnbuckle. LANE quickly follows up, setting MR. XWF on the top turnbuckle, and putting him in position for the DROP OF DEATH (face-first DDT from the top rope). MR. XWF hangs on to the ropes as LANE pulls on his head...finally, MR. XWF overpowers LANE and shoves him to the mat. LANE quickly reaches his feet as MR. XWF drops down to the canvas. LANE bounces off the ropes, but MR. XWF instinctively wraps him up...
And delivers a Backflip Rock Bottom!!
Sending LANE through the two steel chairs!
The instantaneous move draws a big gasp from the crowd as MR. XWF makes the cover.
. . . 1
. . . 2
. . . THREE!
Winner: MR. XWF
As Mr. XWF celebrates in the ring the referee hands him the X-Treme title, which he holds up high in the air. As he does "Daydream" by Scandal once more hits over the P.A. system, and from the back comes Miyoko Kawashima one more.
Miyoko: I wanted to come out and congradulate you, I didn't think you had it in you to actually defend that title. I had money on you losing this belt the first real match you had, and Hank Lane is no slouch, Hank Lane is one of the wrestlers I handpicked for my show. So good on you, Mr. XWF. Need I remind you though, that belt is fought under 24/7 rules and... well...
Miyoko drops the mic as all of a sudden Griffen MacAlister jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring.
Before Mr. XWF can do or say anything he is rolled up into a school boy as Miyoko comes rushing down to the ring sliding in.
Not only does she make the count, she makes it extremly fast!!!
1.2.....THREEE!!! NEW X-TREME CHAMPION!
New X-Treme Champion: Griffen MacAlister
Mr. XWF is furious in the ring as he glares up the ramp at Miyoko who is backing away slowly now. She smiles and picks up the microphone.
Miyoko: Don't ever say I am not a FAIR General Manager, next week in that very ring we will see you get a shot to regain your belt, as you will face Griffen MacAlister for the X-Treme Championship.... AND Hank Lane. Man, I think I am going to love being General Manager again. I told you Mr. XWF - Don't you EVER demand ANYTHING from me again or I can make this look like the best Christmas you ever had...
"Daydream" by Scandal hits one last time as MIYOKO waves to the crowd, drops the mic and heads into the back with a grin on her face.
MAIN EVENT
JOSEPH PAGE
-vs-
JOHN SPARTAN
Singles Match
Non-Title
There is a buzzing of anticipation amongst the crowd as they realise that the first ever Warfare main event is up next. Suddenly, the X Tron turns to static, which remains on the giant screen for about five seconds. As the static fades away, "Toxicity" by System of a Down begins to play. Upon hearing this, the fans erupt in boos. Right then, "The Anarchist" JOHN SPARTAN comes from behind curtain with a thick metal chain. The member of HOMICIDE is in his wrestling attire and entrance top, a thick wool vest as if he carved it out of his prey. He's going crazy as he makes his way down the aisle spinning the chain over his head unmercifully. Before he heads to the ring he takes a detour through the crowd still swinging his chain as thee fans duck and cover and scramble away. JOHN's going mad all through the crowd picking up steam and boos on the way. Then he hops the guardrail and enters the ring.
With SPARTAN in the ring, a distinct chant for his opponent begins from the capacity XWF crowd. Suddenly, "Say This Sooner" by The Almost blares out from the PA system, and the United States Champion JOSEPH PAGE appears to rapturous applause from the fans. As PAGE walks straight down to the ring, he nods and smiles at the huge number of people chanting his name, before sliding straight in the ring, staring at SPARTAN.
The crowd pops as the ref rings the bell, and Warfare's first ever main event begins. PAGE and SPARTAN waste no time and lock up in the centre of the ring. SPARTAN, using his superior size and strength, throws PAGE into the corner. Not wasting any time, THE ANARCHIST charges the United States Champion in the corner, and starts pummelling him with multiple punches to the face. As the referee pulls SPARTAN out of the corner, PAGE slumps back in the corner. SPARTAN moves back and charges PAGE, but the US Champion is too quick, and dodges the incoming attack, then follows it up with a dropkick, sending THE ANARCHIST face first into the top turnbuckle. Page goes in for the quick cover...
1
2
KICKOUT!
SPARTAN kicks out with authority, throwing PAGE off of him. As SPARTAN rises to one knee, PAGE rushes in with a combination of jabs, culminating into a huge right hook to the face! The big man is rocked, and only just manages to reach his feet. PAGE, looking to take his opportunity, whips SPARTAN across the ropes. THE ANARCHIST manages to use the ropes to halt himself before reaching PAGE. PAGE charges, but is met with a stiff back elbow to the head by SPARTAN. PAGE takes a step back, rocked, and SPARTAN uses this opportunity to capitalise, driving PAGE to the floor with a beautiful one armed chokeslam. SPARTAN covers...
1
2
KICKOUT!
SPARTAN, not wanting to lose any momentum, charges PAGE, only to be caught by surprise with a nice drop toe hold. PAGE remains on his opponent, not letting him up. Page connects with a nice dropkick to the downed SPARTAN
As SPARTAN attempts to stand and catch his breath, PAGE rushes from the other side and connects with a running bulldog! PAGE is again quick on the cover...
1
2
KICKOUT!
THE ANARCHIST once more throws Page off of him, and, learning from his past mistake, rises straight to his feet. PAGE, not wanting to lose momentum, charges SPARTAN, and...A HUGE POWERSLAM FROM SPARTAN!!! THE ANARCHIST just sent PAGE over the top rope with a MASSIVE powerslam! Unbelievable! PAGE is on the outside rolling in agony clutching his back. He landed hard! SPARTAN is slow to capitalise, due to the repeated shots by PAGE, and he eventually rolls out the ring, as PAGE is slowly reaching his feet. SPARTAN meets the US Champion with a running clothesline, knocking PAGE back to the cold arena floor.
The fans erupt in boos as THE ANARCHIST takes total control of the match, dragging PAGE over to the ring post. Delivering shot after shot to PAGE'S head, SPARTAN throws him back-first against the metal post. PAGE stands there, stunned, as SPARTAN calls for his patented SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY running clothesline! Without warning, SPARTAN charges...
AND MISSES!
JOSEPH PAGE dodges SPARTAN's decapitating clothesline, and smashes the arm of THE ANARCHIST several times into the cold steel! PAGE finally releases SPARTAN's arm, and walks away, putting a distance between the two combatants. PAGE hypes up the crowd as he moves into position, perhaps setting up for his CUTTHROAT move! SPARTAN reaches his feet, and PAGE runs in....
WHAT A COUNTER!
As PAGE rushes in for the CUTTHROAT, JOHN SPARTAN meets him with a huge big boot to the face! PAGE drops like...well, for want of a better phrase...a sack of potatoes! SPARTAN crouches down and bellows in the face of PAGE, before dropping him once more to the arena floor with a sick falcon arrow!
The XWF fans are well into this match as SPARTAN lifts PAGE to a vertical base. SPARTAN glares down at PAGE, before lifting SPARTAN above his head in a gorilla press. THE ANARCHIST shouts in an almost primitive manner before....
OH MY GOD!
SPARTAN just threw PAGE on the top rope from the outside, in a gorilla press toss! PAGE could be done! SPARTAN rolls into the ring and into the cover, holding his arm...
1
2
KICKOUT!
JOSEPH PAGE fights on! SPARTAN can't believe it! SPARTAN says that he is about to put PAGE away. SPARTAN picks up the United States Champion in a fireman's carry position! I think we could be about to see SPARTAN's devastating finishing move, ANARCHY IN THE USA! SPARTAN spins PAGE, looking to connect with the inverted DDT.....NO! PAGE lands on his feet in a remarkable display of agility! PAGE grabs the big man in a rear waste lock....and connects with a HUGE German suplex! PAGE bridges over....
1
2
KICKOUT!
SPARTAN kicks out! Lifting SPARTAN for that suplex took a lot out of PAGE! Both men are down, as the referee begins to count!
1
2
3
THE ANARCHIST begins to stir...
4
5
SPARTAN reaches his feet and turns around....into CUTTHROAT BY PAGE! PAGE connects with a MASSIVE spear! SPARTAN falls and PAGE hooks the leg!
1
2
KICKOUT!
How the hell did SPARTAN kick out? The spear caught him plum! Even PAGE looks amazed! PAGE signals for the end, to the approval of the XWF fans. As SPARTAN reaches his feet, PAGE hits him with a well placed boot to the gut. THE ANARCHIST doubles over, and PAGE grabs him! PAGE is looking for his signature move THE MID-DAY WAKE UP! PAGE looks to lift SPARTAN....but the big man flips him over his head in a back body drop! SPARTAN charges off the ropes and......A BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! PAGE got caught! SPARTAN wastes no time and lifts PAGE to his feet, before pushing him off the ropes.... SPARTAN CHARGES AND CATCHES PAGE WITH SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY! SPARTAN hits it perfectly, but the momentum sends PAGE over the top rope!
JOHN SPARTAN lets out a cry of disbelief and anger that could be heard in the next state! SPARTAN charges to the outside and pushes PAGE back into the ring! SPARTAN into the cover....
1
2
KICKOUT!
SPARTAN took too long! He pounds the mat in frustration! The crowd are loving this!
From behind the timekeeper's table, "The Phoenix" Eric Lewis and Ian "Meltdown" Johnson jump over the barricade. Eric crouches next to the ring as Ian runs around the ring, opposite of Eric. Ian jumps up onto the apron, drawing the attention of Joseph Page, John Spartan, and the Referee. On the other side of the ring, Eric pulls a steel chair out from under the ring. Page and the Referee admonish Ian for coming to the ring. Spartan, meanwhile, senses something is up and turns around. Eric Lewis is standing on the apron, holding a chair. Spartan comes over, but just as he gets close, Eric hops off of the apron and backs away. John yells something at Eric, but we can't quite make it out. Eric unfolds the chair and takes a seat at ringside. On the other side of the ring, Ian drops down from the apron. Joseph turns around, and sees Spartan yelling at Eric.
After the confusion, SPARTAN is the first to make a move. The HOMICIDE member picks up PAGE in a powerslam position, but PAGE fights out, and drops SPARTAN with a big DDT! As soon as SPARTAN's head hits the canvas, PAGE floats over and applies his trademark submission, LIMITATIONS! PAGE wrenches back SPARTAN's injured arm, as if he is trying to touch the big man's shoulder with his elbow! SPARTAN bellows in pain! Is the big man going to tap? PAGE cranks back........and SPARTAN makes it to the ropes! THE ANARCHIST managed to reach the bottom rope with his feet! PAGE applies the hold for four more seconds before he is forced to relinquish it!
PAGE growls in frustration as he raises SPARTAN to his feet, and connects with a vicious punt kick to the hip! PAGE points to the turnbuckle to an excited applause from the fans. PAGE ascends the turnbuckle and patiently waits for SPARTAN to reach his feet. THE ANARCHIST stumbles to a vertical base, only to be met with a top rope crossbody by PAGE!
BUT NO!
JOHN SPARTAN has caught PAGE, using only one arm! SPARTAN takes a run up, before crashing PAGE back first into the mat with a debilitating one arm running powerslam! SPARTAN looks around the ring in desperation, before eyeing up the turnbuckle himself! Is the big man about to fly???
SPARTAN climbs to the top rope with remarkable speed. As he reaches the top, he looks down at his fallen opponent, before he informs the crowd that he is about to put PAGE away!
BUT SPARTAN TAKES HIS EYE OFF THE BALL FOR ONE SECOND TOO LONG! Quick as a flash, JOSEPH PAGE meets SPARTAN on the top rope! This is dangerous territory, as one wrong move here could easily end the match. Both men are exchanging blows on the top rope, as the crowd quiets in anticipation! SPARTAN yells in the face of PAGE as he rattles him with a big right hand, only for PAGE to retaliate with a right of his own! Both men stumble on the top...
THUD!
There is a sickening sound as SPARTAN and PAGE both attempt a headbutt at the same time! It appears to be in slow motion as both men tumble to the mat! Both men could be out here folks! Once again, the referee begins his count...
1
2
3
4...both men, with the aid of the ropes, reach a vertical base.
SPARTAN, gathering his bearings, charges at PAGE, who is situated in the corner...
But PAGE moves, sending SPARTAN injured shoulder first straight into the steel. PAGE takes time to recover as SPARTAN drops to one knee, shouting in agony.
As SPARTAN reaches his feet, clutching his shoulder in pain, PAGE charges, only to be met by a vicious boot from SPARTAN! SPARTAN goes to the turnbuckle and measures PAGE, before charging! SPARTAN HITS SUNDAY BLOODY SUN... NO! PAGE ducks and grabs the arm of SPARTAN, forcing him to the floor! PAGE applies LIMITATIONS once more, and cranks the arm of THE ANARCHIST back! There is nowhere for SPARTAN to go! PAGE's ring positioning is perfect! SPARTAN bellows out in pain!
He is reaching and struggling for the ropes, but he can't reach them! SPARTAN raises his arm.....
SPARTAN's arm is shaking...
AND......
SPARTAN TAPS OUT! He has no choice! What a match! PAGE collapses on the floor after that intense, physical match!
WINNER: JOSEPH PAGE
As Joseph Page celebrates, Ian Johnson and Eric Lewis reach under the ring. Ian pulls out a bag from underneath the ring. Ian reaches into the bag and hands Eric a tall metal cylinder and a small piece of metal. Ian runs around the ring to the opposite side. Eric stands up from the chair, folds it, and pushes it into the ring. Ian jumps onto the apron, bag in hand. He reaches into the bag and pulls out...a water balloon? Ian "Meltdown" Johnson has a bag full of water balloons. Eric Lewis hops onto the apron closest to him.
Joseph Page leaves the ring, the Referee hand him his United States Championship. John Spartan gets to his feet, shaking the cobwebs loose. Just as he realizes that something is amiss, Ian throws one of the balloons at John. Ian throws another, and another. John is getting pelted with these balloons. John takes a whiff and smells something very familiar. John lunges after Ian, who hops down from the apron. Ian, using his speed to his advantage, runs around the ring, behind Eric. John lunges toward Eric, but its not until its too late that John realizes not only what is in Eric's hands, but exactly how bad of a predicament he is in.
The canister in Eric's hand. Hairspray.
The metal object in Eric's hand. A Zippo lighter.
The liquid inside of the balloons. Gasoline.
A sick, sadistic smile creeps across Eric's face, just briefly, before his face contorts into a maniacal scowl. Eric lights the lighter, sprays the hairspray, and blasts John Spartan with a fireball to the head. It was a small blast, but it was enough to ignite the fumes permeating from his body.
"The Phoenix" Eric Lewis just set John Spartan on fire!
Spartan drops to the ground and rolls, trying to put the flames out. Eric enters the ring, drops the lighter and can of hairspray, and picks up the chair. While John keeps rolling to put the flames out, Eric starts swinging the chair, hitting John repeatedly. After a few moments, John Spartan is laying on the mat, obviously in pain. Eric hits him a couple more times, than drops the chair on the ground. Ian rolls into the ring, holding a microphone. He hands the mic over to Eric.
Eric Lewis: "From Ashes We Rise. We rise from pain, we rise from loss, we rise from torture, we rise from death and destruction, we rise from ignorance, we rise from complacency. From Ashes, we rise."
Eric looks out over the crowd pausing for a moment.
Eric Lewis: "For too long now, we have sat back and watched. For too long, we have been complacent. For too long, we have toiled and fought, while others reap the benefits. The time for complacency is over."
Eric Lewis: "Earlier this week, I mentioned that I have some important work to do. I. We. We begin this work TONIGHT! What is this important work? Is it making a name for ourselves? No. Is it about stopping Blueprint of the Fall, or Spartan or Tristan? No. Is it about becoming the best tag team in this company? No. Is it about becoming the best tag team in this industry? Close, but no. Our job, our mission, is to do no less than revolutionize professional wrestling. Our job is to put the focus back where it belongs. On the best wrestling in the world. Tag Team wrestling."
Eric pauses for effect as the crowd starts cheering more and more.
Eric Lewis: "For far, far too long, professional wrestling has been focused on the individual. The individual's wants. What's best for me. Not what is best for the team. Not what is best for those around me. Not what is best for the company, or society, or the industry, but my wants and desires. We are not about that."
Eric Lewis: "We are not about personal gain. We are here for the betterment of the team. For the betterment of the sport of professional wrestling. In my career, I have seen tag team wrestling go from the best form of wrestling on the planet, to a glorified side show attraction. When I started in this business, the best action was in the tag teams. Kids grew up, dreaming of becoming the next big teams with their best friend. Now, tag team wrestling is nothing more than a career detour. A place holder until something works out on the individual level. A joke. A god-damned joke. NO MORE!"
The crowd is getting fired up with his passionate speech.
Eric Lewis: "No more is the division that I love used as a stepping stone for wrestlers who can't figure out how to make it on their own. NO MORE! No more is this place going to be the dumping ground for has-beens and never-will-be's. NO MORE! No more will this division take a back seat to self-important primmadonna's as they try to make the world bend to their will NO MORE!"
The crowd is going nuts.
Eric Lewis: "And when we do this, we do this as...a...team! From now on, every match, you have to deal with both of us. We are a team. There is no I in team. We are here to fight together. We are here to change the world together, one match at a time. We are here, as a team. Where one of us goes, there goes the other. Where you see one, you see us both. We have someone we can depend on...each other."
Eric drops to the ground and stares John Spartan right in the face. He is recovering from his wounds, but still hasn't left the ring.
Eric Lewis: "Do you know where your buddy is, Johnboy? While you are busy becoming a human torch, your friend, Mr. XWF, is in the back, satisfying his libido. He cares more about getting laid than he does about helping you after you've been set on fire. Do you understand that? You felt a burning sensation all over your body, and all he'll have is a burning sensation when he pees. The sad truth is, John, this wasn't even personal. Sure, you may have attacked me last week, but tonight, you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. We were going to send a message tonight, regardless of who was in it. You...hurting you was a bonus."
Eric hops back up to his feet.
Eric Lewis: "Tonight, the revolution begins. And every revolution needs a little warfare. Spread the word. Tonight, the world changes. The era of the egotistical pretty boy primmadonnas is over. Tonight, from the ashes of history, rises again the time of teamwork. Of camaraderie. Of selflessness. Of humanity. "The Phoenix" Eric Lewis. Ian "Meltdown" Johnson. From Ashes,...We Rise!"
Eric drops the mic as security officials, police, and medical personnel head to the ring. Phoenix and Meltdown hop over the ring ropes and exit the ring in unison. Instead of going back up the ramp, they hop over the barricade and exit through the crowd. Over the arena's speakers, "Immigrant Song" by Karen O., Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross blasts through the air, as Phoenix and Meltdown disappear into the crowd as the XWF Logo comes on screen and the show fades...
