JULY 29, 2007
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- - Standard Match - -
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- - Hardcore Crown On A Pole Match - -
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- - Canadian Rules - -
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- - Hawaii Fire Walk Ladder Match - -
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- - Standard Match - -
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- - Shark Tank Match - -
vs.
- - Ladder Tag Match - -
- - Leap Of Faith Rafter Match - -
vs.
- - Best of Three Submissions Only - -
MAIN EVENT
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- - Inferno Match - -
The wisps of sand curl young bottle-blond couples toes, themselves lazily strewn along the shoreline, not far from Aloha Stadium in Honolulu, Hawaii...
An upkick of dust shoots into the air, a close-up vision focusing in quickly. We follow this grain
of sand as it quickly streams across our vision... we snap our eyes toward it, in chase.
Over lush gardens and palm trees, sickly sweet tans and a gloss of plaster-white smiles, we follow...
Through a parking lot of traffic backed up far into the city, as a literal army of XWF fans, crowd
the streets, hoisting signs cheering their heroes and banishing their villains with words. They
reach around block after block, slowly moving as onlookers file into the maximum-capacity packed
crowd, on this day... on this day of movement...
This particular grain of sand wafts into the backstage planning area, where it slowly, softly.. floats
downward to the ground, finally landing in a puddle. It spreads the sands around in a torrent of
dissolution that is quickly quelled... by a shoe.
A silk, black-leathered shoe smashes into the puddle, throwing everything back into the wind, without
regard. We pan up, but merely see the side panel of a stretch limousine, he length of which in itself
is surprising.
The figure's calloused, tough hands rest at his sides, as h makes his way into the arena, his reflection
catching for a moment on the glossy aftermath of a palm leaf...
... it is in this moment, we have discovered... that you don't barrel into greatness, it doesn't
take you from behind... it is something that must be obtained, captured. You must be able to have
that championship fortitude, that lamentable viciousness that inhabits every single man on
an XWF roster, in order to survive. It is in this moment of recognition and chilling impasse, that
we know, beyond anything we have ever known...
... we must take a Leap of Faith.
vs.
- - Standard Match - -
AMY and JOSE lock up in the center of the ring and JOSE takes her down with a mat slam. JOSE then locks her into a sleeper hold, but AMY hits a few shots to the ribs, then a few slaps to the face. AMY then hits an enziguri. JOSE falls to the mat, then quickly gets to his knees, gathering his bearings. AMY then runs at JOSE, but JOSE takes her down with an armdrag. AMY gets back up, but JOSE takes her down again with an armdrag. JOSE then covers. 1.. 2.. AMY kicks out! JOSE then picks her up, but AMY hits a knee to the gut, then manages to hit a quick snap suplex. AMY covers JOSE. 1.. 2.. JOSE kicks out. JOSE quickly rolls AMY up. 1.. 2.. AMY kicks out. AMY hits a running head scissors, locking him in a pin. 1.. 2.. JOSE kicks out! JOSE gets to his feet, but AMY runs up and hits a dropkick, sending JOSE into the ropes, and he comes back with a shoulder tackle. He then locks her into an armbar, but AMY manages to stand on her feet, then reverse the hold, and lock in an arm hold of her own, but JOSE hits a stunner. He then covers AMY again. 1.. 2.. AMY gets the shoulder up! JOSE picks AMY up and hits a snap suplex as well.
JOSE picks AMY up, whips her into the ropes and hits her with a dropkick knocking her down. JOSE runs over and gets on top of AMY and starts head butting her in the face over and over, and then starts choking her. JOSE backs off a bit and relaxes in the corner as AMY gets up. JOSE walks back over to her kicking her in the gut and delivering a vicious powerbomb. JOSE smiles as AMY shows signs of pain and little movement. JOSE drags AMY by the hair over to the turnbuckle, and goes up top. JOSE jumps off dropping a knee right into AMY’S throat. JOSE lies over top of AMY and the ref counts 1… 2… KICKOUT!
JOSE starts stomping away at her. JOSE lifts her up by her hair, and starts smashing her face off the turnbuckle. JOSE lets go and AMY just drops to the ground. AMY rolls to the outside to get away, but JOSE runs toward the ropes and dives over them tackling AMY down as she is standing up. JOSE lifts AMY up and drags her over by the ring post, and starts slamming her face off it repeatedly until blood starts pouring from her forehead. JOSE looks behind him at the camera, and drops AMY walking over to it. He grabs the cord and walks back over to AMY, wraps it around her neck and starts choking her immensely. AMY lets out cries of pain as the blood from her forehead trickles into her eyes; she tries to wipe it out, but JOSE starts elbowing her in the face adding insult to injury. The ref starts a 5 count after telling JOSE to release the cord…1… 2… 3… 4.. JOSE loosens the cord and picks AMY up off the ground and rolls her into the ring. But AMY bounces back and hits a running DDT. She goes for the cover. 1.. 2.. but JOSE kicks out! AMY runs off of the ropes and leaps at JOSE, but JOSE catches, then hits a sidewalk slam. He then picks AMY up and hooks her, and flips over her, sending her head first into the mat with a piledriver, as JOSE hits the Tornado. He then goes for the cover. 1.. 2.. THREE!!! JOSE WINS!!!
NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION:
vs.
- - Hardcore Crown On A Pole Match - -
Our two competitors are ready and waiting to go at each others throats, as our "special referee" JEREMIAH ROSS struts his way down to the ring, with a huge smile on his face. He slides in, looking at both men. Immediately, DARKHAN rushes towards RIZZA and spears him down, as ROSS then calls for the bell, what a cheap tactic! I guess we couldn't expect anything else from those two, though, as this match is under way. DARKHAN begins to pound on the head of RIZZA, closed fists and knuckles from rights and lefts. RIZZA can't even get out of the gates, as DARKHAN stands and begins to kick away at RIZZA, with ROSS just yawning in the corner. Despicable referee, that JEREMIAH ROSS. DARKHAN begins to climb the corner, but RIZZA is able to slowly make his way to his feet, and grabs the foot of DARKHAN. He tries to yank him down, but wait, what's this? ROSS just came over and booted RIZZA in the back! DARKHAN jumps down from the corner and begins helping ROSS kick away at RIZZA. DARKHAN instructs ROSS to go get some weapons, to soften up RIZZA. He happily climbs out of the ring, and begins throwing weapon after weapon, chair after trash can, table after table into the ring, until it's filled, as he even comes up with the kitchen sink! He slides in the ring, as DARKHAN picks up RIZZA to his feet, and holds him in place for ROSS, who still is holding the sink. He smiles, winds up, and bam! WAIT A MINUTE! RIZZA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY, ROSS HIT DARKHAN!! DARKHAN falls down hard to the mat, holding his head, as RIZZA kicks the sink back up into ROSS' face. RIZZA, low on energy already in this match, tries with all his might to climb to the corner. ROSS is shaking off the cobwebs, as RIZZA inches closer and closer. Ohhh, but he's too late, as ROSS is able to deliver an elbow to the back of RIZZA. DARKHAN, with blood trickling down little by little from the sink, slowly makes his way to his feet, as ROSS begins to pound down on RIZZA. DARKHAN grabs a chair and a trash can, and makes his way over towards the two, as he tells ROSS to pick up RIZZA. DARKHAN quickly throws the trash can over his head, as ROSS grabs a chair, and they begin swinging the chairs at RIZZA's head, connecting with a loud BANG. RIZZA stumbles around, as he bounces into the corner. He comes back towards the two, as they swing at the same time, sending RIZZA down to the mat hard. They still continue to hit him with the chairs, and then DARKHAN makes his way towards the tables, and sets two of them up next to each other right near the corner, and heads towards RIZZA again. ROSS picks up RIZZA and takes the trash can off, as DARKHAN taunts to the crowd in his shine of glory. All of a sudden though, RIZZA kicks DARKHAN in the ass, and sends him flying forward, and then turns around with an elbow straight to the nose of ROSS! RIZZA is coming back! He nails ROSS again and again, elbows to the head, some to the gut, as he finally breaks free of his grasp. ROSS stumbles backwards, as RIZZA picks up the chair, and runs at him, hitting him full force in the head, sending him over the ropes. DARKHAN tries running at RIZZA, but is stopped by the same chair to the gut, and then to the back. RIZZA tosses the chair away, taunting to the crowd. He drags DARKHAN to the corner near the tables and sets him onto. Wait, what is he trying to do here? Is he going to try to do the RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT off the top rope!?!? He's got him up! Wait, DARKHAN begins to punch RIZZA in the gut, causing him to set him down. DARKHAN has hold of RIZZA now.....no...don't do it!!! DIVINE DRIVER! DIVINE DRIVER FROM THE TOP ROPE, THROUGH BOTH THE TABLES! Both men are down, with ROSS still out on the outside. After a few moments of no motion, ROSS finally is able to slide back in the ring, running over to DARKHAN trying to revive him. Giving up, he just lifts him, putting his arm over his shoulder, and drags him lifelessly over to the turnbuckle, trying to push him up. RIZZA is able to come to just in time, as he slowly makes his way over to the two, and lifts them up on his shoulders! DARKHAN IS RIGHT NEAR THE CROWN THOUGH! He tries to grab for it, but RIZZA moves backwards, and drops both of them on their backs! No wait! DARKHAN was able to slide of before he could drop him, and he quickly jolts for the corner. RIZZA heads after him, jolting out and pulling on his legs to make him drop. Holding his head, ROSS makes his way over, taking RIZZA and throwing him outside the ring. DARKHAN climbs the opposite corner of the crown, and hits a flying elbow! That looked like it hurt BOTH men. DARKHAN stands back up, rolling RIZZA into the ring. ROSS meets him with a trash can, and begins beating his gut over and over again. With blood flowing out of what could be a broken nose, ROSS kneels over RIZZA pounding him in the head with the trash can, yelling, LETS SEE HOW YOU LIKE A BROKEN NOSE, DAMMIT! DARKHAN sets up another table, as ROSS lifts RIZZA up, and throws him into the corner where DARKHAN awaits. DARKHAN grabs RIZZA around throat, lifts him into the air and CRACK! CHOKE BOMB RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! ROSS quickly runs over to DARKHAN, whispering something into the now smiling DARKHAN's ear, as they high five. ROSS checks on RIZZA's forehead, lifting him to his feet. RIZZA now bleeding from the trashcan shots, is met with a steel chair to the head from a running DARKHAN. ROSS yet again checks RIZZA...no, he can't. Is he going to force the match to stop because of blood loss?? DARKHAN whacks RIZZA in the head again, and again. He then orders ROSS to power whip him into the corner. He tries, but RIZZA fights it off! He tries again, and yet again RIZZA fights it off! DARKHAN has had enough, as he nails RIZZA in the gut with the chair, and helps whip RIZZA into the corner. RIZZA smacks into the corner hard, and falls to the ground. Wait, what's this? ROSS is calling for the bell???
Announcer: Special Referee JEREMIAH ROSS has called for the match to stop due to blood loss. RIZZA cannot continue, therefore your winner, and ANARCHY KING, DARKHAN--
Wait, another ref is running down to the ring. He's pointing at RIZZA....WHO HAS THE CROWN!!! The ref instigates an argument towards ROSS, and then speaks to the announcer.
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that when RIZZA was whipped into the corner, the crown fell onto RIZZA’s head before ROSS called for the bell. THEREFORE! YOUR WINNER AND KING OF ANARCHY, ZACH! RIZZA!
ROSS and DARKHAN are outraged! A replay appears on the X-Tron, as it does prove that RIZZA's lifeless body caught the falling crown, making him the king! RIZZA HAS WON THE MATCH IN AN UNUSUAL FASHION!
KING OF ANARCHY:
The match is finally over and DARKHAN heads over and grabs the microphone as JEREMIAH ROSS is in the ring and ready is to attack ZACH RIZZA again! Referees and officials look confused as to whether or not the match ended correctly. The crown was never actually taken from it’s perch, it fell.. As the officials discuss the outcome, RIZZA is barely able to stand, but is ready to defend himself against ROSS if need be. He stands up, but immediately stumbles over to one knee, the crown falling off his head and rolling over to DARKHAN’s feet. The crowd screams! DARKHAN looks down at the crown and looks back at the audience. DARKHAN bends over and grabs the fallen crown between the two. He looks at both competitors..
DARKHAN: Really. It could be said that nobody won this match. The crown fell.. And even though it happened to land on RIZZA.. It really wasn’t WON.. It just fell upon the man. You know what.. I thought both of you guys would have been worthy of this crown, you know? I should not let you even touch this crown in my possession. But you know what I have to pass the torch to somebody you know. I have thought long and hard for this but you know what I have came to a decision already and the man I will give it to the crown and pass the torch to is?
DARKHAN hands ROSS the crown as RIZZA looks in shock..
..But DARKHAN kicks ROSS in the stomach and hits him with the DARKSIDE BLUES! RIZZA is in shock at what has happened has DARKHAN picks up the mic and hands the crown to RIZZA!
DARKHAN: You know what RIZZA what I did to you is wrong. I never knew you had a family to take care of in the first place. I am a family man myself and I know how it is. You are one hell of a wrestler and I respect you man. But as for ROSS.. you do not deserve the honor of taking my place, you NO-TALENT LOSER. You will never be in my league after what you have done! So ZACH.. take that crown and honor well my friend as I pass the torch onto you.
DARKHAN puts his hand out and ZACH looks to the crowd to see if he should shake and they cheer and he does! As the police come down to take DARKHAN away the lights go out and they come back on and DARKHAN is gone! The police are in shock as well as RIZZA where DARKHAN has gone. But ZACH is in the ring hands raised high as he stands over ROSS with the crown in hand.
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vs.
- - Canadian Rules - -
As the bell rings, the two lock in a grapple, until STEVO serves a knee to the stomach of DEFAULT. As DEFAULT crotches over, STEVO bulldogs him face first into the mat! STEVO walks over to pick up DEFAULT, but is greeted with a low blow! The ref seems to have not seen it, as DEFAULT clotheslines STEVO onto the canvas. DEFAULT goes for a couple of hard stomps, but STEVO rolls out of the ring to safety! DEFAULT walks up to the ropes, and looks down to find STEVO, who slid in the other side, and forearms DEFAULT from behind. As DEFAULT falls on his knees, STEVO rolls him over for a school boy! The ref counts the pin, 1..2.. DEFAULT KICKS OUT! STEVO throws him into the ropes, As DEFAULT is on his way back, he is powerslammed to the mat! The crowd goes nuts, As STEVO grabs DEFAULT by the hair, and lifts him up! STEVO then raises his arms up signaling his finisher. DEFAULT serves a few elbows to the stomach of STEVO, As STEVO releases DEFAULT, he's caught with a swinging neck breaker. DEFAULT quickly runs to the turnbuckle, and goes up top! He leaps off, and LANDS A FROG SPLASH! DEFAULT goes for the pin, 1.. 2.. STEVO SLIPS HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! DEFAULT stands up, with a look of desperation on his face! DEFAULT runs back against the ropes, as STEVO barely rises! DEFAULT jumps high in the air, and kicks STEVO square in the chin! As DEFAULT falls with a puddle of sweat under him, he puts an arm over the chest of STEVO! The ref goes for it, 1..2.. STEVO leaps up with a burst of energy! STEVO picks DEFAULT up, and hits “The Best Around!” DEFAULT collapses on the ground from the punch to the heart! STEVO kneels down and covers mildly.. 1..2.. THREE!
STILL CANADIAN CHAMPION:
The New Dawn’s BRAD PIERCE and AMY VIXEN are backstage, talking about their various matches, as a figure comes up behind them, putting his arms around both BRAD and ERIC’S necks. Both men turn around in shock to see… it’s JEM WILLIAMS! He walked up to them from behind in the hallway!
JEM WILLIAMS: How’s it shaking?
BRAD PIERCE: Get the hell off me!
BRAD stoves JEM away, whom casually backs off with a grin, looking at the two of them before AMY VIXEN. She looks confused at all of it. BRAD still looks pissed from JEM laying a finger on him.
JEM WILLIAMS: Look… I can’t stay and chat like at MASSACRE, as much as I know you’d like to. To be honest, I don’t need to say anything else. I know you guys have made a decision already. I know that tonight, that decision will be revealed. That’s cool. That’s the way it should be. Hiding thoughts is pointless.
BRAD and the others stare at JEM, he looking from one to another again, having a grin on his face.
JEM WILLIAMS: Tonight is the night where dreams are made and broken, destinies are fulfilled or destroyed. Tonight’s a big night in this business. You guys should be happy to be here and part of it, part of the XWF as it’s all going down.
JEM looks at them again and backs away, all them still staring.
JEM WILLIAMS: We’ll see how things go. See how that supposed leap of faith we all take turns out, eh?
With that, JEM turns and walks away, leaving The New Dawn standing there, staring off even after he’s left. After a moment, BRAD shakes his head and sighs, AMY blinking. Looking to AMY, BRAD takes her hand, still shaking his head.
BRAD PIERCE: Yeah, whatever… let’s go AMY.
With that, AMY and BRAD walk off
Will the New Dawn give their answer tonight? If they do, what will it be?
Outside in the parking lot, a pit filled with coals is shown with a ladder in the center.. It’s quite obviously not lit, and the fans in the arena let out a cheer, ready to see the X-Treme Title match between BRIAN and DAULTON LANCE. DAULTON is standing there next to JONATHYN and the crowd is beginning to wonder what’s going on..
The X-Tron lights up with footage from Thursday.
A new shot outside shows DAULTON bursting out the exit door, and BRIAN catches him in a leg scissor which sends DAULTON crashing to the ground, RIGHT NEXT TO THE BURNING CHARCOAL BRIAN SET UP BEFOREHAND! BRIAN tires to push his brother into the hot embers, but DAULTON struggles to stay put! DAULTON and BRIAN fight on the ground right next to the hot coals, and the crowd is screaming! DAULTON catches BRIAN with a poke to the eyes, causing BRAIN to cover his face. DAULTON pulls BRIAN into a small package pin.. ON THE COALS!! BRIAN screams out in pain!! ONE.. TWO.. THREE!! DAULTON lets go and BRIAN launches off the coals, his shirt singed through to his skin!
BRIAN runs to a stack of chairs and drops it in front of his charging brother, and DAULTON stumbles over it. BRIAN grabs a broom and tries to hit DAULTON, but DAULTON blocks the shot and continues forward. BRIAN reaches a door to outside and runs out!
DAULTON takes the belt from JONATHYN and nods his appreciation. It’s obvious to both men that the match would have been outstanding, but this outcome is needed, considering the situation.
NEW X-TREME CHAMPION:
The crowd applauds with forced enthusiasm, knowing they were cheated out of a huge match.. DAULTON walks out of the shot, presumably to his car to go visit his brother in the hospital.
SHAWN and JARED lock up, with SHAWN taking JARED down with a small German suplex. JARED gets back up and catches SHAWN with a right hand, then whips SHAWN into the ropes and plants him with a spinebuster. He then goes for a quick cover. 1.. 2.. SHAWN kicks out! JARED picks SHAWN up and hits him with a clothesline, then picks him up again, then plants him with a spike DDT. He goes for another cover. 1.. 2.. SHAWN kicks out! JARED locks in a quick crossface, but SHAWN quickly rolls out of the hold and catches JARED with a powerslam, before going for the pin attempt.. 1.. 2.. JARED kicks out. SHAWN runs into the ropes and nails JARED with a sliding dropkick to the face. SHAWN then lifts JARED up and nails him with a few knife edge chops, before a rapid superkick to the jaw. SHAWN then goes for the cover once again. 1.. 2.. JARED kicks out! SHAWN hits an armdrag, then JARED catches him with an armdrag and locks in another armbar, but SHAWN leaps out of the hold, hits a fireman's carry, then locks in a sleeper hold, but JARED powers out of the hold and hits a belly to back suplex for the cover. 1.. 2.. SHAWN kicks out. JARED whips SHAWN into the ropes, but SHAWN comes back with a flying forearm smash. SHAWN then whips JARED into the ropes and JARED connects with a surprise spear!
SHAWN is down, shaking the cobwebs from his head, and then slowly stands as he looks at JARED already regaining composure, and on his hands crawling back up. SHAWN smirks and yells as he kicks JARED in the ribs. JARED rolls over onto his back, clutching his ribs. SHAWN strides over to the top rope, and jumps on the top ring rope with ease. He signals to the crowd, holding his arms wide...and as JARED slowly stands back up, he begins wobbling. JARED stumbles around, just as SHAWN launches himself off the top rope....BOOM! Their bodies collide....and slide all the way to the other side of the ring, where they fall out into the ringside area. The cold cement does not give any leeway to either man, and both are prone for a strong moment. Soon enough however, they are both back on their feet, as JARED uses the ring apron for support, and SHAWN tugs on the steps. JARED gets up quicker though, and delivers a vicious kick into SHAWN's mid-section. SHAWN bends over, and seeing a quick opportunity, JARED hits a quick snap DDT on SHAWN, driving SHAWN One's head into the cement. SHAWN's legs stiffen, as JARED gets back up, hurling insults at his opponent. SHAWN is seemingly out cold, as JARED tugs on his body. Seeing that he can't lift SHAWN's 'dead' weight. JARED slides back into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands on top of the turnbuckle, looking out at his legions of fans... all screaming wildly, and then he jumps off the rope, flying through the air...headed towards SHAWN.... But... He’s not there! BOOM! SHAWN had rolled over, and JARED had impacted with the ground, in a simultaneous blast. SHAWN lays on his back absorbing the DDT from earlier, just now showing signs of life. JARED is cradling his knee as SHAWN stands back up. SHAWN drags JARED back up to his feet, and then punches him straight in the gut, and as JARED folds, SHAWN holds onto the weight, and hits a GERMAN SUPLEX OVER THE RING APRON! JARED's neck just rolled up like an accordion on the sticky cement! JARED lets out a howl, as he holds his neck. SHAWN does not relent though, he jumps on top of the ring apron. He signals as the crowd boos, then hits a 450 SPLASH ON JARED'S SKULL!!
SHAWN gets up, feeling good about putting this youngster in his place.. He then picks JARED up again and goes for THE ICON! BOOM!! SHAWN quickly goes for the cover. 1.. 2.. THREE!!! SHAWN holds on to the title!
STILL TELEVISION CHAMPION:
vs.
- - Standard Match - -
“Cult of Personality” begins to play across the arena, the fans instantly starting to boo. The lights turn to a purple color, while smoke fills up
the ramp way to lead up to the entrance. Before too long, ARCHANGEL,
along with the Guy Fawkes mask on, emerges from the back. Though his eyes
can’t be seen, ARCHANGEL appears to be looking up at the cell, which hangs over
the ring, the Shark Tank! Raising each arm in the air, pointing a finger
out, ARCHANGEL poses, much to the crowds dislike before ripping the mask off his
face, looking around at the crowd. ARCHANGEL makes his way down to the ring then,
sliding up with a leap to the side of the ring and posing out again.
Leaping over the top rope, he goes to a turnbuckle and climbs up it, looking
out across the crowd. The entire time boos fill the arena…
But then…
The lights in the arena suddenly go out, but darkness doesn't settle. For as
soon as the lights fade, dark blue starts to strobe out across the arena and
"Invisible Wounds" by Fear Factory begins to play. The fans know the theme
all to well and are already starting to cheer even before the dark blue
lights engulf the entrance ramp and JEM WILLIAMS makes his way out, pumping
his fists quickly against his chest, then out into the air, screaming and
yelling out at the crowd! The fans go insane at the sight of THE
REALIZATION! Nodding his head, having a cocky strut with each movement, he
looks out at the crowd for a few seconds before heading down the ramp toward
the ring. Upon getting to it, THE REALIZATION takes his time walking up the
steps and onto the side of the ring. Pausing for a few seconds, JEM WILLIAMS
goes to enter through the middle and top rope, but pauses again, leaning out
to yell some more too the crowd, getting another huge pop! Finally getting
into the ring, THE REALIZATION heads over to the turnbuckle opposite of
where he entered and climbs to the middle rung, pumping his arms into the
air and taunting the crowd again! Standing there for a few seconds, JEM
WILLIAMS climbs down and heads to the center of the ring, where the lights
begin to fade back to normal and his theme fading off with the sound of the
crowd's cheers deafening the arena!
JEM, in the center of the ring has his eyes locked on ARCHANGEL. The
referee talks to both of them, looking back and forth, explaining the rules.
JEM only nods his head, never giving the referee a glance. His gaze is
just on ARCHANGEL, just on the man he wants to defeat and end the score
with here tonight! ARCHANGEL has the same gaze in his eyes, but here and
there looks to the referee, saying he understands everything. Running a
hand down his beard, ARCHANGEL looks back to JEM, the Shark Tank slowly
being lowered down around them. JEM doesn’t look right away, but finally
gives a gaze up to the cell, taking a look for the first time at the SHARK
TANK… BUT A BIG MOVE!!
ARCHANGEL BLINDSIDES JEM WILLIAMS WITH A HARD CLOTHESLINE!!! THE REFEREE
seems to freak out and backs away as ARCHANGEL lays on top of JEM, grabbing his
head and delivering punch after punch to the top of his skull! But JEM
isn’t going to take this! He rolls ARCHANGEL over, pinning him down! LEFT!
RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! Punch after punch rocks ARCHANGEL’S jaw and eyes!
JEM IS GOING BERSERK ON ARCHANGEL! Raising up, the cell about to lower
completely around them, JEM arches back and gives out a hellacious roar,
looking down at ARCHANGEL as he tries to stand and waits, stalking his prey by
standing behind him. The cell drops completely and the referee rings the
bell…
DING! DING!! DING!!! IT’S ON!
ARCHANGEL, already dazed, backs up into JEM who grapples him by the waist… GERMAN SUPLEX ON ARCHANGEL!!! RIGHT FROM THE START! JEM doesn’t hold on, however. He quickly gets to his feet, mouthing off to ARCHANGEL, giving him the finger and instantly going for a weapon… over to the STUDDED BAT!!
JEM’S CUSTOM!
He unwinds the wiring keeping it up and pulls it free! Raising the bat into
the air, already having a weapon, the fans go CRAZY! JEM turns around,
however, and receives a hard kick to the jaw that causes the bat to drop to
the ground and JEM to stumble back into a turnbuckle. Rushing JEM, ARCHANGEL
leaps up and plants a hard knee to JEM’S face before grabbing his head and
leaping off the second rope… planting a hard BULLDOG! ARCHANGEL is already back
into the mix of things, yelling at JEM, getting on his hands and knees,
lifting JEM’S head up by the hair to cuss at him! Dropping JEM’S head,
letting him recover, ARCHANGEL stands up, taunting the crowd and getting a
heavy set of boos…
BUT ARCHANGEL GRINS! Leaning down, he picks JEM WILLIAMS up, grappling with him
to set him up and grabs him by the hair… rushing… thrusting… THROWING JEM
FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL METAL MESH!!!
JEM stumbles back, but keeps his balance, ARCHANGEL going for a kick to the
jawbone again, but JEM backs away, grabs ARCHANGEL’S foot by the ankle and turns,
twisting ARCHANGEL to fall on his knee… and locks in an ankle lock! He falls
back, trying to lock it in a vice grip, but ARCHANGEL kicks away and rolls out of
the grasp before it locks in completely. Both men get to their feet at the
same time and stop from going into a grapple, staring one another down! A
HELLACIOUS START TO THE MATCH!
JEM and ARCHANGEL circle around one another for a few seconds, ARCHANGEL stopping right
on top of JEM’S bat. JEM rushes ARCHANGEL, but ARCHANGEL has a plan to take into
action! Using his foot, he thrusts the bat up to his hand, grabs it,
sending the tip hard into JEM’S stomach! THE REALIZATION doubles over, ARCHANGEL
taking the edge of it and ramming it harshly down on the back of his neck!
JEM DROPS LIKE A SACK OF POTATOES, holding his neck! Dropping the bat, ARCHANGEL
cusses at JEM again as the referee slides down to see if he’s okay. ARCHANGEL
meanwhile heads to one of his own weapons… going for the one used last on
STEVE JASON… HE PULLS THE TASER FREE! Turning it on, a small shock of
electricity can be seen, he turning around and grinning… slowly stalking
toward JEM! JEM’S hand is resting idly on the bat while another to the back
of his neck… ARCHANGEL inching in… getting closer… closer…
JEM MUST SENSE IT!!! Rolling over and having the bat in hand, JEM swings
wildly… swings… and HITS THE TIP OF THE TASER!!!
IT SHATTERS!!! THE TASER IS BROKEN!!! It must have, however, sent a shock
through JEM by the bat because he throws it away, holding his hand that held
the weapon, rolling from the stunned ARCHANGEL!
JEM slowly gets to his feet, but ARCHANGEL has recovered, working on freeing his
second weapon… the hockey stick! With JEM vulnerable, back turned to ARCHANGEL,
THE ARCHANGEL has a second to size up his opponent, just as he turns, to
send a harsh smack right to the kneecap, dropping JEM to the mat again!
Using the end of the stick, ARCHANGEL puts it across JEM’S throat… he’s choking
JEM out!
HE’S CHOKING HIM OUT!
Pushing down with all he can, ARCHANGEL keeps going for JEM’S throat, THE
REALIZATION fighting less and less as ARCHANGEL tries for the black out! After a
few more seconds, ARCHANGEL releases, hitting JEM in the ribs a few times before
dropping the Hockey Stick, instantly going to the ropes to leave the ring
and look under it… looking for… pulling out…
THE LADDER!!! HE’S GETTING THE LADDER OUT! Sliding it into the ring, ARCHANGEL
reaches back under and pulls out… A TABLE!!! THIS MATCH IS TURNING INTO A
TLC!!! Pushing the table into the ring as well, ARCHANGEL slides in after it,
watching as JEM has recovered enough to get to one knee. ARCHANGEL doesn’t give a
second of breath for JEM, however, rushing and planting a harsh knee across
his opponent’s head, dropping him back to the mat! Not even wasting a
second, ARCHANGEL leaves JEM laying where he is to go for his third
weapon… going for the last one he revealed… THE LIGHTER AND FLUID!!! WHAT IS
HE GOING TO DO!? IS HE GOING TO TRY TO END THIS ALREADY!?
A lot of the weapons have been freed already, ARCHANGEL kicking JEM a few times
before walking to the table. Setting down the items in hand for a few
moments, ARCHANGEL picks up the table and wedges it up against the turnbuckle,
Setting it up to keep itself up right, ARCHANGEL backs away for a few seconds
before picking up the lighter fluid and lighter. JEM is still down on the
ground, recovering, as ARCHANGEL opens the fluid… and oh god! HE’S SQUIRTING IT
ALL OVER THE TABLE!!! HE’S DRENCHING IT IN THE FLUID! Grabbing the lighter,
ARCHANGEL stands back as far as he can and flicks it… once.. twice…
BOOM!!! THE TABLE CATCHES FIRE WITH AN EXPLOSIVE BLAZE!!! ARCHANGEL PULLS HIS
HAND BACK! Holding his hand, possibly having burnt it, ARCHANGEL throws the
lighter away, along with the bottle of empty fluid and turns to JEM. Slowly
picking him up, ARCHANGEL hits on the back of JEM for a few seconds, trying to
weaken him down, setting him up right in the path of the burning table… ARCHANGEL
MALCOLM GOES FOR THE WHIP!!! HE’S GOING TO THROW JEM INTO THE FIRE!!! HE’S
GOING TO BURN JEM ALIVE… BUT WAIT… WAIT…
JEM REVERSES!!! JEM REVERSES THE FIRE!!! JEM SENDS ARCHANGEL, USING EVERY OUNCE OF STRENGTH!!! ARCHANGEL nearly flies to the fire, eyes wide in fear… but
WHAT!? ARCHANGEL IS LEAPING OVER THE TABLE!!! ARCHANGEL JUST SENT HIMSELF AIRBORNE
ENOUGH TO CLEAR THE TURNBUCKLE AS WELL!!! ARCHANGEL’S FLYING… GOING…
ARCHANGEL JUST CRASHED HIMSELF INTO THE CORNER OF THE SELL, ROCKING IT ON ITS
FOUNDATION!!! HOLY S***!!! HOLY S***!!! HOLY S***!!! ARCHANGEL JUST SUICIDED
HIMSELF TO QUITE POSSIBLY SAVE HIS LIFE!!! JEM is still recovering in the
ring, holding his throat and ribs, looking at the fire. The referee has no
idea what to do with the hazard, staying as far away as possible, while JEM
rolls to the outside of the cell, going to where ARCHANGEL had crashed at and
picks him up… ARCHANGEL IS A BLOODIED MESS!! HE MUST HAVE MET FACE FIRST WITH THE
STEEL OF THE CELL!! Rolling ARCHANGEL into the ring again, by now the fire has
quickly put itself out, the table looking very charred and burnt! Getting
to his feet, JEM pulls ARCHANGEL with him and sets him up… going for a whip to the
table… BUT AGAIN A REVERSAL! ARCHANGEL SENDS JEM INSTEAD!!!
CRASH!!!
Burnt pieces of wood explode as JEM’S body crashes!! Ashes and small pieces
of charcoal erupt, JEM screaming in pain as he feels the weight of the table
give away! Laying motionless, JEM is covered with the burnt pieces of wood,
ARCHANGEL keeping on one knee for a few seconds before dropping to the
canvas, trying to catch his breath, blood rolling into his eyes!
ALREADY THESE TWO ARE BEATING THE HELL OUT OF ON ANOTHER!!!
The referee, seeing the fire is out, checks up on ARCHANGEL and JEM both! JEM is
holding his back, having a huge red mark across it, though not looking to be
burnt! ARCHANGEL is bleeding badly from the head, trying to wipe it out
of his eyes, but to no prevail! JEM rolls out of the ring, stumbling
against the side of the cage and falls to the ground again. ARCHANGEL
forces his way up to a knee, taking a breather and stumbling, landing across
the second rope, looking down at JEM though the blood has to be painfully
blinding him! JEM pulls up to his feet, stumbling as he reaches up… going
for yet another one of ARCHANGEL’S items…
Going for…
THE STEEL CHAIR!!! JEM pulls it down and blindly swings, knowing where
ARCHANGEL’S at, the general direction…
CRACK!!!
THE CHAIR DENTS INTO ARCHANGEL’S HEAD!!! HIS SKULL FIRES BACK, ARCHANGEL LANDING IN A
MESS OF BLOOD ON THE CANVAS OF THE RING!!! LOOKING AT THE BLOOD THAT
EXPLODED EVERYWHERE, JEM TOSSES THE DAMAGED CHAIR TO THE GROUND AND FALLS BACK ONTO THE MESS OF THE CELL! The fans are going BERSERK AT THE GORE!!!
Children are turning away, parents covering their eyes at the sight of
destruction!!!
Slowly reaching up, JEM goes to pull down the sharpened fork and sack of
thumbtacks both at the same time! Holding them in his hands for a few
seconds, JEM tosses them into the ring, stumbling over before rolling back
in! Already the carnage is getting to both of their bodies! Neither of
them will be the same again! NEITHER OF THEM!
Slowly walking over to ARCHANGEL, JEM goes to pick him up, but his attempt
is failed by ARCHANGEL raising up a hand… SENDING THE FORK RIGHT INTO JEM’S
FOREHEAD!!! ARCHANGEL HAD PICKED UP THE SHARPENED FORK, USING IT TO STAB JEM IN
THE FOREHEAD! JEM stumbles back as blood instantly starts rolling down his
face, he stumbling to a knee and looking… ARCHANGEL somehow standing and rushing
JEM, sending the fork again, hard enough into JEM’S skull to drop him to the
ground! The other cuts start bleeding, ARCHANGEL lowering himself over JEM and
sending the fork again… and again… and again… into JEM’S forehead… BLOOD
EVERYWHERE!!! BOTH ME COVERED IN IT ALREADY!!! The fans still can’t believe
it as ARCHANGEL finally throws the fork away, grinning a sadistic smile at the
crimson red covering JEM WILLIAMS face!
HOW MUCH MORE CAN EITHER OF THEM TAKE!?
ARCHANGEL slowly walks over to the bag of tacks, picking up and raising it into
the air! The fans scream for him not to do it, but he grins that sadistic
smile again before opening the bag and pouring the thumbtacks out across the
arena. Looking at JEM for a few seconds, then back at the tack, breathing
heavily, ARCHANGEL looks up at the barbwire hanging high above the ring, holding
out on the only exit from the cell! Waving JEM off for the time being, ARCHANGEL
carefully walks over to the ladder and picks it up… setting it up… IS ARCHANGEL
GOING TO TRY TO ESCAPE!?
Slowly climbing the ladder, JEM finally rolling over, catching another wind,
ARCHANGEL makes it up each step along the way… slowly reaching up… carefully…
carefully… grabbing the barbwire? Yes! HE IS! He’s grabbing the barbwire!
Giving it some painful tugs, ARCHANGEL pulls his hands away a few times but goes
back to it… finally… HE GETS IT!!! ARCHANGEL HAS THE BARBWIRE PULLED FREE!!! THE
MASSIVE CHUNK OF IT LAYS IN HIS HANDS!!! Looking as if he’s going to lower
back down the ladder, ARCHANGEL has no chance as JEM sends his bleeding body
crashing into the ladder… ARCHANGEL dropping the barbwire and falling… falling…
falling…
OH GOD!!! NO!!! NOT THERE!!!
ARCHANGEL LANDS ON THE PILE OF THUMBTACKS!!! THE FALL SENDS HIM RIGHT ON THE PILE OF TACKS!! ARCHANGEL SCREAMS WITH INHUMAN PAIN, HIS BACK ARCHING, SENDING EVEN MORE DIGGING INTO HIS BODY!!! JEM WILLIAMS IS LEANING AGAINST THE ROPES,
WATCHING AS ARCHANGEL ROLLS AWAY, BUT STILL CAUSES MORE PAIN!!! ARCHANGEL IS COVERED IN
THEM!!!
HOLY S***!!! HOLY S***!!!
ARCHANGEL’S back is a bloodied mess now as he tries to get the tacks out of his
back. JEM, however, takes the time to slowly slide out of the ring and go
to where some of his weapons are. Reaching up, only having the power to do
that, JEM pulls down both the wire cutters and brass knuckles! Keeping each
small item in hand, JEM turns back to the ring and enters it! Sliding into
the ring, slowly pushing himself to his feet, JEM tries to his best to
ignore the screams of pain coming from ARCHANGEL, who is still struggling to get
the tacks out of his back! ARCHANGEL IS COMPLETELY DESTROYED!!! TOTALLY
ANNIHILATED HERE, WITH JEM NOT TOO FAR BEHIND!
JEM slowly walks to the dropped barbwire and uses the cutters to snip off a
piece… reaching down, he starts molding it, breathing heavily while finally
shaping it… into…
A crown!? What is JEM going to do with that! What is JEM GOING TO DO!?
Walking over to ARCHANGEL who is trying his best to stand, his face, and entire body
covered with cuts… HE DOESN’T SEE IT COMING… JEM REACHES BACK AND RELEASES!!!
HE PUNCHES ARCHANGEL RIGHT IN THE JAW WITH THE BRASS KNUCKLES!!! ARCHANGEL DROPS LIKE
A ROCK TO THE GROUND, ON HIS STOMACH AS JEM LETS GO OF THE KNUCKLES!
Stumbling to fall down on his knees, JEM finally places the crown of
barbwire around ARCHANGEL’S head, pushing tight so that the thorns cut
even more into his nearly scalped skull! Pushing one final time, only
getting a weak cry of pain from ARCHANGEL, JEM WILLIAMS finally reaches
down… sliding ARCHANGEL INTO PLACE!!!
NO WAY!!!
REALIZING PAIN WITH THE BARBWIRE AROUND ARCHANGEL’S HEAD!!! JEM’S TRYING HIS BEST TO DO WHAT HE SAID!!! HE’S TRYING TO DECAPITATE ARCHANGEL!!!
ARCHANGEL SCREAMS IN PAIN!!!
THE FANS ARE SCREAMING AT THE GORE!!!
THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN, NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO!!! BUT ARCHANGEL ISN’T TAPPING!!!
ARCHANGEL IS NOT TAPPING OUT!!! THE SCREAMS CONTINUE, ARCHANGEL NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO,
COMPLETELY OUT OF IT… HIS HAND SLOWLY FALLING SLACK ON THE MAT!!! JEM
screams for him to tap, pulling back more… but nothing from ARCHANGEL!!!
ARCHANGEL IS OUT COLD!!! THE REFEREE HAS NO IDEA WHAT TO DO!!! HE KEEPS
LOOKING AT ARCHANGEL WHILE JEM PULLS IN THE REALIZING PAIN!!! Finally,
FINALLY, JEM releases the hold, realizing he isn’t going to win by keeping
ARCHANGEL knocked out! Pulling the crown off ARCHANGEL’S head in a harsh manner, JEM
tosses it to the side, sighing in frustrating and simply catching his
breath, trying to think of what to do next!
After a moment, ARCHANGEL still not moving, JEM finally rolls out of the ring and
stumbles over to where one of his final weapons are still attached.
Reaching up, THE REALIZATION pulls down the last weapon he showed to the
world this past MASSACRE… the glass bottle of vodka! The fans start
cheering as JEM grins, popping the top off and taking a swig! The fans
almost laugh as JEM winches while swallowing down the vodka, stumbling as if
already drunk!
He shouldn’t be drinking when bleeding like that!
Getting back into the ring, JEM looks down at the lifeless body of ARCHANGEL
MALCOLM, slowly stalking over and tipping the vodka more and more… finally…
it’s pouring over ARCHANGEL!!! GETTING INTO THE CUTS!!! IT THROWS ARCHANGEL AWAY, HE
CRYING OUT IN PAIN FROM THE BURNING SENSATION OF THE LIQUOR HITTING HIS
WOUNDS! Getting to his feet out of sheer will power, wanting to get away
from the madness. ARCHANGEL doesn’t realize where he’s going… stumbling forward,
right into JEM! JEM stands tall though, holding ARCHANGEL up, patting him
on the top of the head… HE’S PETTING ARCHANGEL! Taking one more swig of
the vodka, though, JEM spews it right into ARCHANGEL’S face, causing him to
stumble back! Taking that moment, though, JEM sends the vodka bottle right
across the back of ARCHANGEL’S head… shattering it!!!
Vodka and glass goes everywhere!!! VODKA IS EVERYWHERE!!! ARCHANGEL COLLAPSES
INTO JEM’S ARMS AS HE HOLDS HIM… AND INSTANTLY, RIGHT OVER THE GLASS… THE
REALIZATION!!! THE REALIZATION!!! JEM JUST HIT THE MOVE RIGHT ON TOP OF THE
GLASS!!! SHARDS OF IT HAVE TO BE GOING INTO ARCHANGEL’S BODY!!! JEM CRIES OUT IN
PAIN AS A FEW PIECES STAB INTO HIS SIDE!!! Instantly, JEM pulls the pieces
out of his back and side, crying out in pure agony as blood covers more of
his body, he having to give it everything he has to roll ARCHANGEL over, his body
stabbed multiple times with glass!!! JEM pulls the pieces out of ARCHANGEL’S
body, blood rolling from them, as JEM tosses them to the side, giving him a
safe way to pin ARCHANGEL!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
JEM HAS DONE IT!!! JEM HAS WON THE SHARK TANK MATCH!!! IT’S OVER!!! THANK
GOD IT’S FINALLY OVER!!!
WINNER:
vs.
- - Shark Tank Match - -
“Invisible Wounds” begins playing as the cell is automatically starting to be raised. JEM rolls off DAN, careful where he’s going and tries to get to his feet… but he can’t. The fans are going insane for him, giving a standing ovation for the efforts seen tonight… not only by JEM WILLIAMS, but ARCHANGEL as well. Simply laying on his back, JEM doesn’t realize the cheers are turning to boos as two people are walking down the ramp way... a man and a woman.
The New Dawn.
JEM finally looks over to see them coming down, each of them getting into the ring. AMY seems shocked at the carnage in the ring, BRAD’S face is neutral, both though looking over both DAN and JEM WILLIAMS. “Invisible Wounds” is continuing to play, though the wounds are clearly visible on both of these men! Finally, though, the crowd keeps on booing, even as they walk over to JEM… helping him up!
They’re helping him up! BRAD and AMY try their best not to get blood on themselves, but doing their best to keep JEM WILLIAMS on his feet! Looking at him for a few more seconds… they raise…
THEY RAISE JEM’S HANDS!!!
THEY RAISE JEM’S HANDS!!!
THE NEW DAWN HAS MADE THEIR ANSWER!!! THE NEW DAWN IS TAKING JEM UP ON THEIR OFFER IT SEEMS… THE NEW DAWN SEES JEM WILLIAMS AS THE LEADER THEY NEED!!! DAN looks up just for a few seconds, seeing JEM being raised up in celebration before collapsing to the ground once more, his head surrounded by a pool of blood!
JEM grins, not knowing where he’s at as the NEW DAWN continues raising his hands, looking out across the crowd! NO ONE CAN BELIEVE THIS!!! The insanity, the entire match coming down to an amazing victory… with an amazing ending!!! The EMT’S are coming down with stretchers to assist both JEM and DAN!!! JEM REFUSES IT THOUGH!!! JEM’S GOING TO WALK OUT ON HIS OWN TWO FEET, WITH THE HELP OF THE NEW DAWN!!!
ONE HELL OF A MATCH!!! A CLASSIC FOR YEARS TO COME!!!
The cameras pick up the new X-Treme Champ DAULTON LANCE headed to the parking area with his gym back over his shoulder and the title around his waist.. Before he gets a chance to get into his car, someone straight rushes DAULTON LANCE! He spears DAULTON into the driver's side of his car, crushing the door and shattering the window. Glass is all over the place! A referee runs out as this person makes a pin attempt on DAULTON! 1....2....NO! DAULTON kicks out, tossing his opponent with such force that the guy is hurled over the hood of DAULTON'S car and straight through the windows of JONATHYN BROWN'S limousine! DAULTON hurriedly slides through the driver's side window of his car and drives off. The camera moves to JONATHYN'S limo, and finds that DAULTON'S assailant is none other than..
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???? KRAZZY KIDD hasn’t been around in years! And now he’s back to take the X-Treme title! HE stands there, cursing his near-fall….
When all of a sudden..
BOOM!
KRAZZY KIDD is speared clean out of the shot!
The camera shakes and turns quickly to see yet another unknown assailant working on KOLD KILLA! The camera can’t even tell who it is as the two men struggle on the floor of the parking structure.
Finally, KRAZZY KIDD manages to push the man off and yells at him.
KRAZZY KIDD: What the HELL, man?
The man stands up and faces him, with his back to the camera.
You think you’re gonna get the title just like that? Not as long as I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT! I was PROMISED A SHOT when I got back, and I’M BACK, so NOBODY gets a piece of the champ before ME!
KRAZZY KIDD: You’re out of your friggin’ MIND, dog! You don’t get ‘promised’ a shot at the X-Treme title, it’s ANYONE’s game, dude! I don’t care who you are or how long you’ve been gone! If I want that belt, I’m gonna GET IT!
KIDD pushes past the man and heads off to the arena, leaving the man to finally turn around.. Revealing his face to the camera for the first time.
MISTER 518: I didn’t come back here to get shown up by that idiot.. This Thursday, I GET MY SHOT.
The fans are cheering as MISTER 518 heads off camera..
Once all four men have made their way to the ring, the bell sounds and the action begins with GRAVY and AIDAN COLLINS both starting things out for
their teams. GRAVY locks up with COLLINS and quickly uses his quickness to
get behind COLLINS and takes him down with a reverse double leg takedown.
GRAVY quickly throws COLLINS into an early STF submission but it doesn't last
long as DRAKE is on the ball and runs right in with a huge elbow to the back
of GRAVY's head. DRAKE yanks GRAVY up off his partner and begins to lay
into him with rights and lefts when suddenly KORE enters the ring and
tackles DRAKE down to the canvas. DRAKE and KORE both fight and roll
to the outside while COLLINS and GRAVY begin to go at it again. COLLINS
knees GRAVY in the gut and then easily throws the much smaller GRAVY over
the ropes and right on top of both KORE and DRAKE who were slugging it
out on the outside. All three men on the outside now spill to the ground hard
as COLLINS begins to exit the ring. Within moments, it’s obvious that KORE and DRAKE are hurt, and will be offering very little in this match.
GRAVY grabs COLLINS and Irish whips him into the guardrail. COLLINS screams in pain, and GRAVY grabs out a metal chair from under the ring, and charges toward COLLINS and clocks him with the chair across the side of his face. GRAVY then goes and grabs the 10-foot ladder and puts it inside the ring, slide it to the center and then opening it. He motions to start the journey to the top. But COLLINS slides in and low blows GRAVY as he starts up the ladder. COLLINS picks up GRAVY and stands on the second step and gives him a spinning DDT. As GRAVY lies on the mat, COLLINS goes and grabs the metal steel chair GRAVY pulled out earlier. And COLLINS places the chair into the middle and top turnbuckle. He then walks over to GRAVY and Irish whips him into the metal chair, and GRAVY drops to his knees in pain. COLLINS grabs GRAVY up and drops him with a body press slam. Then he proceeds to climb the ladder. But BOSTONGOD comes from the crowd, and slides into the ring, grabbing COLLINS from the ladder. Looks like BOSTONGOD wants the tag titles to come to Anarchy!! But before anything could happen, the ref grabs BOSTONGOD and sends him backstage. COLLINS is extremely upset; BOSTONGOD distracted him from climbing to the Tag titles. So COLLINS begins again, but making it only to the third step, as GRAVY grabs him and powerbombs him to the mat. GRAVY stumbled about but manages to grab hold of the ladder and start his climb up to the Tag titles, COLLINS slowly crawls to the other side, to begin his climb to the top, and GRAVY slowly begins to come eye to with the Tag titles. But then COLLINS punches him in the gut. And GRAVY almost falls, but then he punches COLLINS back, and he almost falls, and then they begin a huge punch battle, first GRAVY punches COLLINS, then COLLINS to GRAVY and the ladder slowly jiggles in the ring and then falls, GRAVY falls to the outside and COLLINS falls straddling the top rope and then falls to the apron, then rolls to the floor on the outside of the ring. The ref rushes to the side of GRAVY and AIDAN. The ladder lay on the top rope and the wreckage outside tells the story of what just happened to the just tuning in visitors. GRAVY is showing signs of life, and COLLINS slowly gets to his feet. And then GRAVY slowly rolls inside of the ring, and sets the ladder back up. And COLLINS gets to the apron, and climbs into the ring. GRAVY notices COLLINS entering the ring, so he grabs up the chair still in the ring in the corner, so he grabs it and tosses it toward the standing AIDAN, and COLLINS catches it, but GRAVY runs and dropkicks the chair into the face of COLLINS and he flies up and over the top rope to the outside. GRAVY, looks up to the Tag titles and the crowd cheers, as he goes and climbs up to the belt, first step, second, fifth step, sixth, and then finally, seventh and eighth step. He then reaches and grabs a hold of the belt. But COLLINS rolls into the ring and charges the ladder, and knocks the ladder from under GRAVY, and he stayed hanging onto the Tag titles, and he swayed into the air, 12 feet above the ring, and COLLINS decided, to open the ladder up, so he opened the ladder and spread the legs out so if GRAVY would fall he’d land on the ladder, and then COLLINS rolled out and grabbed another ladder and placed it unopened in the middle of the opened on. So that it covered the whole ring. GRAVY started to lose his grip by on a last and final pull; he yanked the titles down as he falls crashing into the ladders below. GRAVY has managed to hold on to the belt!!
But is KORE going to be able to maintain his role in the tag team?
NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS:
vs.
- - Ladder Tag Match - -
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentleman, we are now at our Hart Championship Rafters match. A gruesome, grotesque peek into the horrible creations of the X-TREME.. WRESTLING... FEDERATION! The first man to successfully ascend the rafters, and manage to pry the HART CHAMPIONSHIP BELT, from above them and then descend back into the ring, will be declared the victor! Having said that, allow me to introduce to all of you, our first combatant.. the.... HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE!!!!
At that, a HUGE chorus of boos flows from the crowd as a collective siren song. The sheer volume of distaste evident in their voice is enough to drive away anything in existence.
As HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE makes his way to the ring trash is instantly thrown at
him. Stray pops, bits of chewing gum, small children throw their dolls at him. He seems to be
cowering behind the curtain, looking up at the cranes and the rafters...
Is HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE.... quivering?
Actually, shaking in his... boots?
He finally seems to muster up enough courage to step out from behind the
curtain, only to immediately be smacked in the face with a slice of pepperoni pizza thrown by an irate fan who frantically boos him.
The announcer quickly announces the following competitor, SEAN SYNN, who steps from behind the curtain with an exceptionally stony face, barreling down the rampway, only pausing when he bumps into HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE.. however, as he makes his way to the ring and the scaffolding that leads to the rafters, HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE raps him on the shoulder.
As he turns around, HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE, marinara sauce dripping from his chin
and all, pokes him squarely in the eye.
What?
SEAN SYNN, holds his eye... and looks... stunned! A grown man just poked him
in his eye!
HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE seems to be afraid! As he turns to run, SEAN SYNN grabs
him by the hair and hauls him back... he hits a VERTICAL SUPLEX OFF THE RAMPWAY... THROUGH A TABLE... ONTO THUMBTACKS....
.... WITH GASOLINE SOMEHOW POURED ON THEM!
And amazingly as coincidences go, a stray fan throws a cigarette into that exact spot, at that exact moment, lighting HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE, ablaze! The man is rolling on the ground, screaming... tears streaming down his eyes as he cries for his mother.
SEAN SYNN merely looks down at him from the rampway, shaking his head as if
disgusted.
He quickly clambers up to the ring, awaiting the next opponent.
GLASS CASKET quickly emerges from the backstage, running down the rampway,
sliding into the ring and immediately going on the offensive! He shoulder tackles SEAN SYNN,
knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle, which is propped side by side with the scaffolding that leads to the rafters.
After a moment, GLASS CASKET Goes to hit a running spear in the corner, but SEAN SYNN inverts his body and begins unloading on GLASS CASKET! GLASS CASKET is rocked by the sheer power of SEAN SYNN! After a moment, Sean climbs the turnbuckle and begins stomping on GLASS CASKET'S FACE, bloodying him already, so early on in the matchup. He kicks the man away and begins to climb the scaffolding, smirking as he makes his way to the rafters.
GLASS CASKET quickly gets back up to his feet, even as another combatant
joins in on the action!
BOSTONGOD IS PLOWING DOWN THE RAMPWAY! He steps on HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE's
chest and extinguishes the small fire that had begun on the man! By the time HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE is able to whimper, BOSTONGOD is already in the ring and climbing up the scaffolding, trying to reach SEAN SYNN and GLASS CASKET, already heavily engaged in a fist fight on the rafters!
GLASS CASKET ducks under a thunderous haymaker and hits a dropkick on SEAN SYNN that almost sends him careening off the rafter to the floor, far down below.
SEAN SYNN though grabs hold of one of the industrial wires holding the rafters suspended, and whirls around and catches an uprising BOSTONGOD unaware, with a crescent kick to the jaw! He stumbles back into GLASS CASKET who hits a subsequent German suplex! The impact rattles the floor they stand on, creaks and moans of the cranes, barely withstanding the pressure.
At that, a large bullhorn goes off as another opponent reaches the ring! It's JIMMY DARRELL! He looks around for a moment, before quickly climbing to the rafters, ducking underneath a clothesline from GLASS CASKET to run straight into a spinebuster from SEAN SYNN! JIMMY DARRELL winces in pain, even as in amazement, BOSTONGOD quickly hits a bulldog on GLASS CASKET, CARRYING BOTH MEN ACROSS A 3-FOOT SPAN... ONTO THE OTHER SET OF RAFTERS!
THERE ARE MEN EVERYWHERE!
AND HERE COME EVEN MORE!
In apparent confusion, both J.R BLAKE and O’BRADY run down to the ring at the same time, both of them looking at the other and arguing about the order in which they were supposed to arrive. However O’BRADY settles the dispute with a quick superkick to BLAKE 's jaw! He crashes to the ring canvas, as O’BRADY clamors up to the rafters to join on the carnage! He plucks a chair from the side of the entrance and runs immediately at SEAN SYNN, who merely ducks under and turns around to punch the chair directly into O’BRADY's mouth. Blood flows freely from the wound as O’BRADY stumbles backward, his arm wrapping around one of the industrial wires, the only thing keeping him suspended!
At that same moment, JIMMY DARRELL hits a flying crossbody onto BOSTONGOD!
But JIMMY DARRELL catches him in mid-air... almost!
The force of the jump, sends DARRELL spinning wildly back, crashing into O’BRADY...
OH........ MY GOD!
NO!!!!!!!!!
ALL THREE MEN JUST CRASHED OFF THE RAFTERS! THEY'RE FALLING ALMOST 30 FEET INTO THE RING!
BODIES ARE EVERYWHERE, BLOOD SPLATTERS ONTO THE CROWD!
OH MY GOD!!
The combatants are screaming, clutching their bones as EMT's rush wildly
down to the ring, loading each man up onto a stretcher and promptly escorting them from the battlefield.
At this, GLASS CASKET attempts to take advantage by charging SEAN SYNN!
However, SEAN SYNN merely turns around and hits a European uppercut on GLASS CASKET! The warrior shrugs it off however and hits a Mongolian chop on SEAN SYNN!
From the entranceway, we see that several other superstars have filled the
ring! SULLY SILVERA and POGO seems to be battling it out, as HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE is crawling away from the ring, towards the entrance way! As another bullhorn hits, PROTOTYPE hits the scene, walking from behind the curtain! He sees the pathetic HONKEY laying a this feet and grabs him by the legs, dragging him kicking and screaming into the ring!
HE THROWS HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! HE GIVES HIM THE MIDDLE
FINGER!
POGO, however, sees this and begins to talk to PROTOTYPE, after a moment, PROTOTYPE walks away, clotheslining SULLY SILVERA!
POGO turns to HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE... propped in the corner, and shakes his genitals at him!
He stomps toward the LIGHTHOUSE, and begins...
... my GOD! He just BITCHSLAPPED HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE!
He's bitchslapping the living crap out of HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE!
After a moment, POGO DRAGS A BLEEDING, CRYING HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE to the
rafters. He kicks HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE IN THE BALLS!
HE JUST KICKED HIM IN THE BALLS!
He quickly dumps HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE off the rafters, watching as the bleeding
little man screams and cries about YouTube, as he crashes to the ground, smacking off of a
popcorn vendor, frying his face on a grill and rolls to the floor.
An EMT goes to make his way to HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE, but another paramedic
whispers something in his ear.
They just leave HONKEY LIGHTHOUSE where he is, bleeding.
At this, PROTOTYPE, has dragged SULLY SILVERA to an awaiting SEA SYNN, at the
top of the rafters!
They both have him in a double powerbomb position!
NO... WAIT, THEY WON'T....
CRRRAAAAAAAAASH!
SULLY SILVERA JUST GOT POWERBOMBED OFF OF THE RAFTERS! HE FLIES INTO THE RING,
BOUNCING OFF OF IT AND ROLLING
TO THE RINGSIDE!
At this, the last entrant in the match, Matt Sharp, runs down the rampway
sliding into the ring...
watching as POGO and PROTOTYPE, alternatively wail on SEAN SYNN, who
attempts to block them!
MATT SHARP grabs a sledgehammer from underneath the ring, climbing up to the
rafters! HE JUMPS INTO THE ACTION, TAKING A RUNNING SWING WITH THE
SLEDGEHAMMER... AIMING TO KNOCK OFF SEAN SYNN'S HEAD AND FINISH HIM OFF!
- - Leap Of Faith Rafter Match - -