| Been a Son by Nirvana plays us in tonight as we come to you live from the beautiful XAW arena in St. Louis. As always, I am your faithful announcer, A-Bob. The crowd is raucous and ready to go as tonight promises to be anotheroutstanding show. Hall and Oates start up, much to the delight of the crowd as President Ashley Styles saunters out from the back, mic in hand. She waves to the crowd and gets a huge ovation. The noise dies down as Ashley steps into the ring. "Hello one and all and welcome to anothe addition of Massacre. Now, as I stated before, anyone who didn't deem it necessary to cut a promo for their respective match, would be given an automatic loss. So, tonight, as much as it pains me, I will award both Triksta and Street Dawg a loss for not gracing the airwaves with their presence for their match. However, I do have something in store for you to make up for it." Ms. Styles slides out of the ring and heads towards the back. From the other side of the curtain, Matthew Kult and Chris Rayvon spill onto the ramp, trading lefts and rights. Ashley motions for the ref in the ring to come out to where the fighting is happening. "I give you Matthew Kult versus Chris Rayvon!!" MS. Styles ducks back behind the curtain as these two men continue what has been an interesting fued. Matthew Kult v. Chris Rayvon (Impromptu match) Rayvon scrambles to his feet but Matthew is up quickly too. KULT CLASSIC 2.0!!! Rayvon gets planted into the ramp. Blood starts to run down his face. Kult rips him to his feet and stares over the side of the stage. Several tables have been set up, each of them dressed out in rolls of barbwire. Matthew laughs to himself and grabs Chris. COMPOUND FRACTURE OFF THE STAGE AND THROUGH THE TABLES!!! Both men are broken in the wreckage, though Matthew looks a little better than the brutalized Rayvon. Kult pushes himself up to all fours and grabs the security railing, pulling himself upright. He glares down at Rayvon before grabbing Chris by his hair and pulling him up. Rayvon with a knee to the gut of Kult. Matthew shrugs it off, but Chris gets in another one. Matthew's hold breaks slightly as Rayvon rakes his eyes and backs off. Kult shakes his head and clears his eyes. He stumbles after Rayvon and grabs him again. BAPTISM!!! Cover, 1..2..3! Winner of the match...Matthew Kult! Backstage we go as Alexis barrels through Ashley's door. The President looks at her and points at the chair across the desk. "Have a seat." Alexis places her palms flat on the desk, glaring at Styles. "I want Matthew Kult fired. Show in and show out, he attacks Chris without provocation and I for one, will not stand for it anymore." Ashley clips the end of a cigar and then lights it. "Well, Alexis, as much as it would delight me to help out one of my employees, I simply can't. You see, he has a contract and therefore, nothing can be done." Alexis looks at her furiously, "But, he's..." Ashley blows a ring of smoke into the air, interrupting Alexis. "He's doing what's in his right to do per his contract. I suggest that you look at yours and Mr. Rayvon's more closely. However, there is something that I can do." Alexis tilts her head and moves in closer to Ashley. Hushed tones are heard as the camera fades to the ring. Tonight, we're going to open with a title match. Master of Puppets starts to play as tonight's challenger for the US title, Venom makes his way to the ring. He ambles down the ramp and slides into the ring as In Time by Mark Collie starts to play. Your US champion, Scarface makes his way to the ring, holding the belt above his head. Venom doesn't want to wait and hops over the ropes and out towards the mobster. He fires an overhand right that the mobster blocks. He slams the belt into Venom's melon and then drops it, grabbing the challenger by his hair and dragging him to the ring. The ref calls for the bell. Venom v. Scarface (US title) The mobster grabs the monster byy his ears and pulls him to his feet. He sends Venom running the ropes and sends him to the mat with a big boot to the coconut. Venom tries to push himself up but Scary is on him quick, sending a swift kick to the ribs of the challenger. Venom reaches for the ropes and pulls himself verticle. Scarface continues with head and body shots that hit their mark. Venom grabs the mobster by the head and plants a headbutt between his eyes. Scarface hits the mat, dazed and confused. Venom drops a leg across his neck and pops back up. The mobster struggles to his feet, coughing. Venom grabs him. Short arm clothesline sends the mobster spinning in the air. Venom pulls Scary up, locking in a sleeper hold. The ref watches as Scarface's, um, scarred face goes a shade of blue that is rather unhealthy. The ref raises his arm into the air once, and it falls. Twice, and it falls. Three times... Scarface thrusts his hand into the air and the ref calls of the count. Venom tries to torque the move for more leverage but the mobster pushes his way to his feet. The challenger lets up on the hold and wraps his hands around Scary's waist. Release German Suplex! Scarface goes flying into the corner, but after a beautiful military roll, ends up back on his feet. He charges at Venom, who turns around in time to take the full on effect of a clothesline from hell!! Venom spins in the air, landing on his chest. Scarface rolls him over and drops a knee to his throat. Venom spits and sputters as the mobster pulls him to his feet. CERBERUS IS IN THE RING!!! He whirls Scarface around and chokeslams him to the mat. The ref is calling for the bell. Winner of the match by DQ and still US champion...Scarface! Cerby grabs the now fallen Venom. FEEDING TIME!!! Both the champion and challenger are laid out in the ring, Cerberus standing over them. Looks like the big dog in the yard has spoken. Backstage we go again as both Prime Time and Chaos the Clown walk out of Ms. Styles office looking rather dejected. Chaos shakes his head, "How could she fire us? We were going places." Prime Time nods his head, "Sure were. Why I mananged to cut a whole five line promo against the likes of Leary Garcia. I should've been champeen." Chaos laughs, "I know. I had this really cool match that involved 200 flourescent lightbulbs and midgets that would've totally rocked." Prime Time gives him a look like he's crazy but Chaos continues to mumble. Some rumbling is heard and this has not escaped Chaos. "You hear that?" Prime Time shakes his head no. Chaos goes quiet and listens a little closer as the rumbling gets closer. "We need to split. I know that these hallways are known for odd ways of people dying. So, if you would like to see tomorrow, I suggest we beat cheeks." Prime Time nods and the terminated duo turn the corner. SPLAT!! A steam roller comes barreling along at like 15 mph, crushing the both of them. The driver looks suspiciously like Cerberus. He jumps down, reavealing that it is indeed the Hell Hound. He looks at the squashed remains. "Oops. Cleanup in aisle 12." He gets back on the steamroller and continues on his merry way. Back to the ring we go as O Fortuna by Apotheosis starts to play. To the ring comes Ultimatum. The Behemoth of Brutality slides in as Epic by Faith No More starts to play. We have a Phreak sighting! Johnny Killa, the Pheral Pontif makes his way ring. He slides in and measures up the Behemoth with a smile. Ulty frowns and growls as the ref calls for the bell. Johnny Killa v. Ultimatum JK strolls to Ulty and thrusts out his hand. Ultimatum sort of looks at him and steps back. Johnny smiles and dropkicks the behemoth in the melon, sending him crashing into the ropes. JK points at his head with a smile. Ulty pulls himself up and charges Johnny, but the Phreak sidesteps, hitting a drop toe hold that sends Ult crshing face first into the mat. Ultimatum pops up, getting angrier by the second. He ties up JK and lifts him over his head. He tosses the Johnny into the crowd!!! The ref taps Ulty on the shoulder but as the Behemoth glares at him, thinks better of reprimanding him. Ulty slides out of the ring and grabs the returning JK, pulling him the rest of the way out of the crowd. Ulty flings him into the steel stairs. Johnny crashes into them and stays down on the ground. Ultimtatum pulls him up and slides him into the ring. The Behemoth hops to the mat and slingshots himselg over the ropes, into the ring. He crashes down on JK! JOHNNY GOT HIS KNEES UP!!! The former hardcore champ rolls to the mat, clutching at his midsection. Johnny pulls himself up and limps over to Ultimatum. He pulls him to his feet. DOWNLOAD!! He pulls Ultimatum to his feet. PHREAKTASTIC!! Cover, 1... 2... 3...NO!! Ulty got a shoulder up!! Johnny pulls him back to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes. Reverse adn Johnny is running them. ZIPLINE!!! The Pheral Pontif does a 720 in the air!! Ultimatum screams at the top of his lungs and pulls JK to his feet. Sitdown chokeslam! The behemoth hops to the top turnbuckle. PANIC ATTACK!!! Ulty's not done. He grabs JK around the neck and pulls him to the top turnbuckle. With a sadistic grin, Ultimatum puts both hands around his neck and leaps into the air. SUPER DAMNATION THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! The fans are going insane. HOLY SH!T!!! HOLY SH!T!!! Ultimatum pulls himself out of the wreckage and drags the limp body of Johnny Killa behind him. The behemoth tosses Johnny into the ring and slides in behind him. He pulls the Green Phox to his pheet and sends him running the ropes. He charges with a bellow!! Johnny hits the ropes and drops to the mat. SPANK DA MONKEY!!! Ulty goes sailing through the air, crashing down in the middle of the ring. JK stumbles up and behind the slowly rising Ulty. SYSTEM CRASH!!! Cover, 1..2..3! Winner of the match...Johnny Killa! What a match! Johnny Killa stumbles out of the ring as Ultimatum gets his wits gathered and screams at the retreating Phox. Johnny absorbed massive amounts of punishment from the Behemoth tonight but managed to eke out a win. Let's head backstage one last time tonight. Once again, we run into Matthew Kult and Chris Rayvon battling it out. This time, CD is there,wearing his referee outfit. Not so much outfit as his uniform, seeing as he is a registered ref here. Anyway, Rayvon has a bit of an upperhand at the moment, though to be honest, both men look like they've seen better days. Rayvon sends Matthew flying into the wall. Alexis is now in the area and she pulls Kult to his feet. SUPERKICK!!! Matthew's head snaps back and out go the lights. Rayvon drops and covers. 1..2..3! Winner of the match?...Chris Rayvon! These two men are all over one another at every show. Something is going to have to give between them. To the Presidents office we go as Ms. Styles has an announcement to make. She smiles and points at the camera. "Hello ladies and gentlemen. It has come to my attention that the tag team champs have decided that they are not being challenged sufficiently and that there are simply no good teams around that can dethrone them. So, that being the case, I have a match lined up for Thrashing that should keep them interested. On Thrashing you will see in a non title match, the champions Joint Venture against one of the greatest tag teams to ever grace the halls of the XAW. You know them as Dark Destiny, aka Vlad and Sugar Stevens. I hope that this is ok Mr. Garcia and Mr. Drama. I just hate to see our champions feeling as though they aren't being challenged. Thank you all for your time." Wow, Ashley has pulled that from nowhere. I had no clue that the Cruierweight champion and Sugar had been in talks to reform Dark Destiny. Then again, perhaps Ashley is just trying to shake things up. Speaking of Sugar, let's get to the ring for the main event. Rebel Yell by Billy Idol starts to play as the ever confident Sugar Stevens makes his way to the ring, Monique at his side. He slides into the ring as the theme song to Halloween starts to play, signalling the arrival of your Television Champion, Griffin! The Midwest mafia member makes his way to the ring but is accosted by Monique. She gets up in his grill talking a bunch of smack. Griffin, being the gentlemen that he is, ignores it but Monique won't let up. Griffin pushes her to side slightly and she tumbles. Sugar looks irate. He reaches through the ropes and pulls the champ through and into the ring. The ref calls for the bell. Sugar Stevens v. Griffin (Television Title) 15:00 Stevens lands punch after punch to the noggin of Griffin, not letting him even get his title belt off. Grif tries to back out of the way, but the incensed Stevens won't let him. Sugar grabs Griffin around the waist and rips the belt off of him, tossing it to the floor. He fires off a superkick that Griffin catches. REVERSE! ENZIGURI!! The champ topples to the mat. Sugar springboards off the ropes, hitting a text book moonsault and this has not started well for Griffin. Sugar hops to his feet and pulls Grif towards him. The champ lashes out with some karate chops that catch Stevens by surprise. He launches into a full out attack, hitting Sugar in the chest, the face, and finally drops him with one in the throat. He hops to the top rope and leaps into the air. Shooting star press and Stevens has had the tables turned. Griffin pulls Sugar to his feet and sends him running the ropes. Dropkick and Stevens is down again. Grif pulls him to his feet and sends him running into the corner. He follows, only to get a boot to the grill from Sugar. Stevens grabs the staggering champ and DDT's him to the mat. He hops to the top rope. NECK TIE!! He grabs Grif and sends him over the top rope. Stevens slingshots himself over, crashing down on top of Griffin. The ref starts to count. 11:34 Stevens whips Griffin into the railing, but Grif gets a foot up, propelling himself over Sugar. He grabs Sugar by the back of the head. REVERSE DDT ON THE CONCRETE!! Griffin looks back at the ref who is now on 12. He grabs Sugar and pulls him into the ring. The champ locks in a figure 4 and Sugar screams in pain. But then again, this is Sugar and that scream was sarcasm. See, technical wrestling is an art form for Mr. Stevens. A roll here and a roll there and the figure 4 is now turned over on Griffin. He screams but it's for real. However, luck is not on the side of Sugar. Grif reaches out and grabs the ropes, negating the hold. But Stevens won't let up. Griffin is screaming at the ref who is, in turn, screaming at Sugar. Stevens sort of shrugs and grabs the ropes, torquing the hold for more pain. The ref starts to count. 1..2..Sugar breaks the hold. Stevens gets to his feet with a smug smile and kicks Griffin in the teeth. Grif spits out a nice big bloody loogy and pulls himself to his feet with the ropes. Sugar fires off a right that is blocked by Griffin. He tries a left and that too is blocked. Grif grabs ahold of Sugar and ties him up. The champ moves first, sending the challenger into the ropes. Dropkick and Sugar is on the ground. Griffin stumbles over to him pulls him to his feet, taking a step back. FURIES EDGE!!! Cover, 1..2..SHOULDER UP BY STEVENS!! HOLY SH!T!!! How in the world did Sugar manage to kick out of that? Who cares, he did and this match continues. Griffin runs the ropes, hitting a baseball slide to the melon of Sugar, dropping him the rest of the way to the mat. Sugar shakes his head and scrambles to his feet. FURIES EDGE!!! MISSED!! Legsweep from Sugar and he finishes with a karate chop of his own to the throat of Griffin. He looks up at the clock. 5:00 Not much time left. Stevens pulls Griffin to his feet. ONE NIGHT STAND!! Stevens has the sleeper locked in tight. Griffin pinwheels his arms around, trying in vain to break the hold. However, in a fit of inspiration, Grif drops to the mat, hitting a chinbreaker with the top of his head. Stevens lets up on the hold and rubs his chin. Griffin falls against the ropes and tries to catch his breath. Griffin bounces off the ropes, ready to charge Stevens. However, Monique reaches into the ring and pulls his legs out from under him. Griffin faceplants. He stands, glaring at Monique. Stevens sneaks in behind him and rolls him up. 1..2..Kickout by Griffin. The champ kippups and gets nailed with a spinning back kick between the eyes. Sugar springboards off the ropes, hitting a beautiful senton bomb. He holds for the pin. 1..2..Kickout by Griffin. Sugar slams his fist into the mat, not believing that Griffin isn't done yet. He pulls Grif to his feet but the champ moves first. Facebuster and Stevens is on the mat. Grif hops to the top rope and crouches, waiting for Sugar to get up. Stevens stirs, rubbing his eyes. Feeling that he's sufficiently gotten his bearings, he stands, turning towards the ropes. OVER THE TOP!! Sugar uses his momentum, ending up on top of Griffin. Cover, 1..2..Shoulder up by Griffin! Again, Stevens can't believe that he hasn't won this match yet. Griffin again struggles to his feet. Stevens does the same, starting in on Grif with some knife edge chops. Griffin takes them full on, going down to one knee. Sugar knees him in the mouth, splitting his lips open. Grif spits out another bit of blood and gets to his feet. Clothesline and down goes Stevens. Griffin rusn the ropes, hitting another baseball slide to Sugar's grill. He covers, 1..2..Kickout by Sugar! Griffin acts quickly, pulling Sugar to his feet. He turns just to get a glance at the clock. :15 Griffin lashes out with Furies Edge again just as Sugar gets a second wind, trying a Sugar Kick. BOTH CONNECT!! Griffin and Sugar lay on the mat, both out for the count as the clock counts the rest of the way down. Winner of the match...Draw! Griffin looked good, showing that he run with the big boys. Sugar looked good as well. Welp, that's it for tonight. Join us again Thursday for Thrashing where you will see, Dark Destiny v. Joint Venture (Non title) Cerberus v. Venom (#1 contender for US title, Scarface is the guest referee.) and many more. See you then! |
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