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| Charlotte Collusseum Charlotte, North Carolina Deadline: Monday July 24, 2006 @ 11:59 PM EST |
| The camera opens up showing a wide shot of the Charlotte Collusseum. The people start to go crazy as pyro shoots off in every which way. The camera pans around the audience to try and catch a couple of interesting signs. It finally rests on the commentating team of Rob Bryant and Kyle Richards. *Rob Bryant* Well folks, tonight is a big night! *Kyle Richards* The last night before XXWF All Or Nothing. Tonight we'll be getting word on most of the matches for the card, so you know it's going to be exciting. *Rob Bryant* Before we get into the event, let's head out to the nearest 7/11 for the fourth part of Cyrus Lyger versus Mr. Butters, remember, Mr. Butters leads this battle two to one, Cyrus must win both bouts tonight in order to retain his Blood Bath Championship. Butters need only win one bout to take home the gold. The camera cuts to a local 7/11 inside we see that it’s packed with plenty of people. The camera looks to Rage standing between Mr. Butters and Cyrus who is surprisingly calm. *Rage* Welcome world to Xtreme Shockzone.. And tonight is a very special night… Well guys and monkeys… here we are.. The final week.. Right now the score stands at MR. BUTTERS!!!!! With 2 wins.. And … (Sigh) Cyrus Lyger.. With one win! And of coarse you know world.. That the Blood Bath title is on the line.. And if Cyrus Loses anytime here tonight.. We’re going to see a new BloodBath champion in Mr. Butters.. But if Cy somehow comes back.. He’ll still be the Blood Bath Champion and this will be nothing more than a waste of everyone’s time… *Cyrus Lyger* WOOT! *Rage* …Um.. Ok.. Anyways guys here’s store number four… Ya got 3 minutes.. You know the rules.. So have at it.. Both Cy and Mr. Butters both head towards the store. Cy allows Mr. Butters to enter first, but then Cy follows. He looks around the store and waves his arms off a bit and walks back outside. Cy walks off screen for a few moments. *Kyle Richards* What is he doing?.. One more loss and Lyger’s lost his title! *Rob Bryant* Maybe he’s given up? In the store, Mr. Butters seems to be doing great taking everything in sight, from candy, to even a 24oz of pepsi he’s managed to fit in his small coat pocket (don’t ask how). Moments pass as Lyger appears back on the front door of the 7/11 with a boom box in hand. Cy puts it on the floor and presses play. Suddenly Jungle Love by Morris Day and The Time play and two strange people, one fat wearing a green long coat and backwards hat, and one skinny with a beenie on his head begin to dance as Cyrus Laughs. *Skinny guy* Snooch to the nooch! My Jungle Love!!! OIE OIE OIE! Cyrus continues to laugh and watch this for the better part of two minutes as suddenly Rage yells out for the time. Mr. Butters casually walks out of the 7/11 as Lyger walks forward leaving the two guys to dance. *Rage* Ok.. Wow I gotta say I was expecting a bit more of a challenge than this.. Ok Cy lets see what you got.. *Cyrus Lyger* I think I’d rather see what Monkey boy has first. *Rage* Ok.. Suit yourself ex champ.. Butters.. Whatcha got? Mr. Butters opens his coat, and empties his pockets to unveil a mountain load of stuff, from the 24oz bottle, to several packs of cigarettes, to a red bull, to even mouth wash. Rage tallies up the stuff *Rage* Ok butters since you got no cash, your total amount of stolen merchandise comes to 298.50.. Ok Cy.. What do you got that can beat that? Cy looks down, shakes his head but then turns back. *Cyrus Lyger* JORGE!! MIGUEL!!! HECTOR!!! ALLENDRO!! NACHO! Get your asses out here! With that said, four overweight Mexicans begin to head out of the store acting casually. They head over to Cy, Rage, and Butters *Cyrus Lyger* Show the man what you took. The four Mexicans begin to empty out all their pockets. Throwing stuff like playboy magazines, Reece’s pieces (which Cyrus immediately picks up and begins to eat) some wallets, a 6 pack of beer, and some 7/11 wine. *Cyrus Lyger* There.. Add it up! *Rage* Whoa whoa whoa.. Sure Cy you have Butters beat with this stuff.. But Cy you can’t expect me to use this.. You got help from an outside source.. That’s cheating your Disqualified! So *Rob Bryant* NEW CHAMPION!! MR. BUTTERS IS THE NEW BLOODBATH CHAMPION! *Cyrus Lyger* What the hell are you talking about?! You said clearly when you announced the match that I… Cyrus Lyger… The Blood Bath Champion.. Can’t have any help from the Elite Alliance in this match… (Points to the Mexicans) DO THEY LOOK LIKE THE ELITE ALLIANCE TO YOU?! Sure he looks like The Untouchable a bit (points to the fat Mexican0 but that’s besides the point. They’re not the elite alliance so they’re allowed to help me.. Besides, their part of the I.I.F. *Rage* The What? *Cyrus Lyger* The I.I.F…. You know.. The Illegal Immigrant Foundation… Their aliens in this country so.. Like Mr. T… They need work. And I’m here to give it to them in exchange for a green card.. Which reminds me.. Cy reaches into his pocket and pulls out several green cards. He tosses them into the air like confetti. *Cyrus Lyger* Here you guys go! CITIZENSHIP FOR ALL! The Mexicans all jump for joy trying to get their green cards. *Mexicans* Horray! VIVA EL LYGER! *Rage* You know this goes against all my standards but I’m gonna let you get away with this Cy.. Besides.. You still got to win one more round tonight to get out of this thing with your title. And for this last round.. No more help, ya got it? *Cyrus Lyger* Yeah yeah.. Sure sure.. *Rage* Then unfortunately the winner of this round is Cyrus Lyger.. Which makes the score knotted up at 2 wins a piece. And the rubber round will be decided later tonight. The camera cuts back to Rob Bryant and Kyle Richards at ringside. *Rob Bryant* F#ckin Mexicans… *Kyle Richards* Ha HA HA! I knew those people were good for something… *Rob Bryant* …. You know we’re going to be sanctioned for this right? I mean the Mexican people can’t be happy with all those stereotypes and racist statements… *Kyle Richards* Who cares.. The XXWF was going to go down anyways.. Why not go down with style! *Rob Bryant* The fact is Lyger stealing another one! *Kyle Richards* The point of the match is too steal Rob! *Rob Bryant* But he used a group of Mexicans to help him! *Kyle Richards* No rule against that, Cyrus is just showing his intelligence there. *Rob Bryant* Well folks, this means we'll be treated to part five of these two later on tonight to determine the XXWF Blood Bath Champion! Let's not waste any more time and get right on with the show. First up we have a match between newcomer Dementra and former XXWF Womens Champion Trish Stratus. The camera cuts to Scott Maverik in the ring. *Scott Maverick* The following contest is scheduled for one fall... "Beast and the Harlot" by Avenged Sevenfold plays and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as the newest Diva, Dementra, steps out onto the stage, leading Trace by a leash on his collar... *Scott Maverick* Making her way to the ring....from Toronto, Canada....accompanied by Trace.....Dementra!!!! She tugs Trace's leash and lead him down to ringside. She steps up onto the apron and orders Trace to push the ropes down for her. He does as told and when he enters the ring she pushes him onto his hands and knees, giving him a crack over the back with the whip before placing it in his mouth and ordering him out of the ring... *Rob Bryant* The XXWF just keeps getting more bizarre... *Scott Maverick* And the opponent.... "Time to Rock & Roll" plays and Trish Stratus steps out onto the stage to a nice ovation from the fans. She taunts and then makes her way down the ramp... *Rob Bryant* Trish Stratus returning to the XXWF....tonight going one on one with the new comer Dementra... Trish steps onto the apron and slips into the ring. She gives Dementra a strange look as she moves to the turnbuckle and taunts all her fans. Trish steps down from the turnbuckle and looks at Dementra again, not knowing what to think as Bill calls for the bell... *Rob Bryant* I would assume Dementra to have a slight psychological advantage in this match... *Kyle Richards* Slight? The two women circle each other, checking each other out before they lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. They both push but it ends up a stale mate and they break the hold. They circle each other again and as Trish passes by Trace he grabs her foot from the outside of the ring. She turns around and as she does Dementra runs up from behind and fore arms her in the back of the head... *Rob Bryant* The slave paying dividends early.... Dementra hits a couple knees to the gut and then irish whips Trish off the opposite ropes. Trish ducks the clothesline attempt on the rebound and goes off the ropes again, hitting a cross body on Dementra on her way back... *Rob Bryant* Early cover...1..2... Dementra easily kicks out and as Trish lifts her up Dementra throws a couple of punches into Trish's midsection before pushing Trish back into the turnbuckle. The ref is forced to break the lock up, getting between the two women. As he pushes Dementra back from the corner Trace gets on the apron, behind the ref's back, and starts choking Trish with the whip. He quickly jumps off the apron before the ref turns around. Trish drops to her knees, gasping for breath. Dementra grins as she walks to Trish, lifting her back up. Dementra gives her a few hard knife edge chops that echo through the arena and get a "woooo" from the fans. She irish whip Trish to the turnbuckle opposite and runs in behind her with astiff clothesline, knocking Trish to the canvas. Dementra puts her boot on Trish's throat and her other foot on the bottom rope, choking Trish... *Bill* 1...2....3...4... Dementra steps off of Trish before the five count. She grabs Trish's legs and positions her so Trish's head is under the bottom rope. She drops back and slingshots Trish up. Trish's neck violently snapping off the bottom rope... *Rob Bryant* Ever since that slave interferred it's been all Dementra... Trish rolls to the outside of the ring to catch her breath. Dementra snaps her fingers and Trace quickly runs over to Trish, picking her up and sliding her back in the ring. The ref sees him and has a few choice words for him. Trace hops onto the apron, arguing with the ref as Dementra gets the whip from the opposite turnbuckle, choking Trish with it as the ref argues with Trace... *Rob Bryant* That slave keeps getting involved in the damn match... Dementra unwraps the whip from around Trish's throat and tosses it aside as Trace hops down and the ref tuns around. Dementra puts her knee in the small of Trish's back and yanks her head back, locking her hands under Trish's chin in a submission manuever. Trish struggles but slowly crawls to the ropes, grabbing th bottom one, forcing Dementra to break the hold. Dementra gets up, putting a couple boots to Trish before she lifts her up and out to the center of the ring, lifting her up in a stalling vertical suplex and dropping her to the canvas, going for the cover... *Bill* 1...2... Trish kicks out and Dementra slaps a reverse chin lock on her. The crowd gets behind Trish, clapping as Trish slowly fights to her feet, elbowing Dementra in the stomache a few times, breaking the hold. Trish goes to run off the ropes but Dementra grabs the back of her hair, yanking her back down to the canvas. The ref warns Dementra about the hair. She rolls her eyes and goes to pick Trish up but Trish fights back with some hard fore arms to the gut. Trish gets back to her feet and hits some more fore arm shots to the face of Dementra. She throws Dementra off the ropes and Dementra comes back and goes for a clothesline but Trish arches back into the matrix manuever, ducking the blow. As Dementra turns around Trish hand stands out of the matrix manuever and wraps her legs around Dementra's head. She spins round and round, building momentum for the headscissors before flipping Dementra to the mat.... *Rob Bryant* Trish on the attack now... Trish is quickly back to her feet, calling for the chick kick. Dementra pulls herself up with the ropes and stumbles around to face Trish just in time to get hit with the chick kick... *Rob Bryant* This should do it... Trish goes for the cover but Trace jumps onto the apron again. The crowd counts the obvious 3 count out loud but the ref doesn't see it as he' dealing with Dementra's slave on the outside. Trish gets up, shoving Bill out of the way and hitting a chick kick on Trace who falls off the apron to the outside of the ring. Trish turns around and Dementra is waiting. She sinks her teeth viciously into Trish's neck and then kicks her in the gut, doubling her over. She throws Trish's head between her legs and walks her over to the turnbuckle. She steps up to the top rope with Trish still in her midst and lands a flipping piledriver off the top rope to a big pop from the crowd... *Rob Bryant* She calls that the Taste of Evil.... *Kyle Richards* How do you know? You been hanging out with her? Dementra goes for the cover and hooks the leg... *Bill* 1....2....3!!! *Scott Maverick* Here is your winner......Dementra!!! *Rob Bryant* Dementra picks up the win in her first debut match...but not without the help of that slave Trace. Trace holds the ropes down for Dementra as she looks down on Trish, eyes staring through her as she leaves the ring. Dementra grabs Trace's leash and walks up the aisle... *Rob Bryant* A terrific match to kick things off just like the terrific match we had to start last weeks show. It was Katalina Jacobs versus Justina James for the Hardcore Women's championship and what we saw at the end was unbelievable. Check it out... They show a replay of last week. The two women on top of the ladder in the ring. Justina doing a sunset flip powerbomb off the top of a ladder to a table on the outside of the ring... *Kyle Richards* Was unbelievable.... *Rob Bryant* Indeed it was partner and because of that event we go now live backstage to Ted Dibiase as he names the stipulation for the rematch at All or Nothing... The camera cuts backstage to the office of Ted Dibiase.... *Ted Dibiase* Hahahaha! The Million Dollar Man here and after what we saw last week how could I, Ted Dibiase, hahahaha, not make the Women's Hardcore title match at All or Nothing a special match? And I figured that since both of you ladies enjoy playing with tables and ladders so much that, at All or Nothing, the title will be defended in the first ever Table/Ladder match. Hahahaha! Now, the object of this match, is just like any ladder match. In order to win you must climb that 15 foot ladder to get the belt suspended high above the ring. But unlike any other ladder match, you can use that ladder to beat, bludgeon, and decimate your opponent, but before you even think of going for that title you must first put your opponent through a table. Hahahahaha!!! So good luck, Katalina. And good luck, Justina. Oh...and by the way, Justina. Due to some scheduling conflicts, it turns out that neither Pam nor Kerri will be here tonight. So I'm booking you in a match tonight. Tonight I'm renewing a storied rivalry. Tonight, you'll be facing your new best freind...Bunny Blue. Oh, and if you don't win. You'll be stripped of your title match at All or Nothing! And if either of you try to lay down for the other...your fired!!! hahahahaha!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! *Rob Bryant* Bunny Blue...Justina...tonight!!! *Kyle Richards* Dibiase definately shaking things up....and what a match stipulation! The camera suddnely cuts to the back to show a dimly lit room. Candles are the only thing that illuminate the room. Three figures stand in a circle in the middle of the room. As the camera pans around, it's revealed that these three figures are in fact Alter Girl Lisa, Judas X, and Purge. The camera lowers to show what's in the middle... it's the body of Paul Heyman! After a few seconds, Heyman squirms a little, he looks up at The Church, a bit of dried blood is viisible on the corner of his mouth. He scoffs and spits a wad of blood at someone off camera. The man slowly walks forward and reveals himself to be Evan Bodom! Bodom looks at Heyman in disgust then turns to the camera. *Evan Bodom* Dean, I think it's pretty obvious. I accept your challenge for All Or Nothing. But be forwarned Simon Dean, if you look to a man like this to help your rise to the top... you'll be in horrific trouble. Bodom smirks and chuckles before turning back to Heyman. Bodom pops the hood of his cloak over his head and crouches down. The camera pans back up to The Church members as Heyman's scream is heard and The Church members all inhale with smiles on their faces. The scene cuts back to ringside. *Rob Bryant* I can't beleive what we just witnessed. *Kyle Richards* This just got interesting. *Rob Bryant* Simon Dean is going to want Evan Bodoms blood at All Or Nothing. Well folks, next up we have the match made earlier by Ted Dibiase where Justina James will be taking on Bunny Blue. The camera cuts to Scott in the ring. *Scott Maverick* The following contest is scheduled for one fall... "Dirty" plays and the paperazzi line the aisle.... *Scott Maverick* Making her way to the ring....from Hermosa Beach, California....Bunny Blue!!! Bunny steps out looking very nervous, knowing she doesn't want to face Justina. She shoos the paperazzi away with a pout and runs down to the ring, away from the cameras. She slips into the ring and starts talking to Bill, pleading with him, but he just shrugs as if he can do nothing. Bunny stomps her foot with a pout as she hears "So Far Away" begin to play and Justina steps onto the ramp. She shakes her head angrily and slowly makes her way down the ring. She looks at Bunny and shakes her head as she slips through the ropes and the ref calls for the bell... *Rob Bryant* Impromptu but a welcomed match.... The two women meet in a collar and elbow tie up and Justina gains the advantage, grabbing Bunny's arm and twisting it behind her. Bunny looks both ways, trying an elbow, trying to reach Justina's leg between her own but can't, but then Bunny reverses it and wrenches Justina's arm behind her. Justina quickly snapmares Bunny over her shoulder and goes for a pin... *Bill* 1..2... Bunny kicks out and Justina stands and backs off with a little smile. Bunny pouts from her knees and slaps the mat. Justina extends her hand and helps Bunny up. They slap hands and circle each other until Justina hold her hand up for a test of strength. Bunny cautiously raises her hand to Justin's. Their fingers entwine and Justin raises her other hand. Bunny brings her hand to Justin's and the test of strength starts. Justina easily gets the advantage, forcing Bunny to her knees. But Bunny quickly shoots it and flips Justina over in a fireman's carry. She goes for a reverse chin lock but Justina grabs the arm and twists it behind Bunny, pushing her flat to the mat. She gives Bunny a slap on the ass and then gets up and backs off... *Rob Bryant* Good chain wrestling here... *Kyle Richards* Good strategy by Dibiase...these girls are a move away from hating each other again...and here comes Shelley to get it all on tape... Bunny slaps the mat again in frustration and gets up as Alex Shelley brings the cam to ringside. Bunny kicks the ropes and goes into a quick collar and elbow tie up. Justina pushes her back into the corner and the ref gets between them, separating them. Bunny goes for a quick slap but Justina catches her arm and wags her finger no at her. She pulls Bunny to her and picks her up in a body slam, slamming her down to the canvas. She goes for a pin... *Bill* 1....2.... Bunny kicks out and Justina smirks and puts a headlock on Bunny, wearing her down. Bunny fights it though and crawls and claws her way to the bottom rope. She grabs it and Justina immediately breaks the hold and gets up, giving Bunny a playful kick on the behind. Bunny pouts again and goes out of the ring. Shelley has the cam pointed right at her and Bunny swears into it and tells him to get away. She gets back on the apron and Justina is their, arm dragging Bunny over the top rope and back into the ring. Bunny crawls to the opposite set of ropes and pleads up at Justina. She is only playing coy though because as Justina approaches Bunny gets her in a drop toe hold. Bunny quickly gets up and grab Justina's foot, pulling her leg up and slamming her knee down into the mat. She keeps hold of Justina's leg as she slides outside, dragging Justina to the ring post and swinging her leg right into it... *Rob Bryant* Bunny pinpointing that knee....we know what that knee has been through.... Bunny keeps hold of her leg as she slides back into the ring, draping Justin's leg on the bottom rope. She jumps up and drops her knee right into Justin's. She lifts Justin's leg up and gives it 3 swift kicks right behind the knee then signals for a figure four... *Rob Bryant* If Bunny hits this it could be over... Bunny spins around Justin's leg but Justina puts her foot on Bunny's ass and pushes her into the turnbuckle. Justin hobbles to her feet and charges at Bunny, but Bunny pushes up, doing the splits on the top rope with a cocky but cute lil grin as Justina's head hits the top turnbuckle. She grabs Justina's head and puts it under her leg... *Rob Bryant* The Bunny Hop coming up.....!! Justin feels Bunny leg drape over her and she grabs hold of it, pulling her off the ropes onto her shoulders. Justina then drops her hard to the mat with an electric chair drop. Justina gets up, moves to the near ropes, and taunts, calling for the Sweetest Sin as Shelley films it all. Bunny staggers to her feet, using the ref to pull herself up, though it provides a distraction and he never sees Katalina come through the crowd, jumping on the apron and nailing Justina between the eyes with a kendo stick. Justina collapses to the mat and Bunny pushes away from the ref... *Rob Bryant* Dammit!!! Katalina out of nowhere with the damn kendo stick!!! Bunny looks a bit confused seeing Justina laid out on the mat. She looks around and then walks toward Justina. She leans down to pin her but Justin plays possum, rolling Bunny up in a small package... *Bill* 1...2...3!!!! *Scott Maverick* Here is your winner....Justina James!!!!!! Bunny pouts and pouts stomping the mat. Justina feels bad, helping her up and giving her a hug. Shelley gets into the ring, putting the Shelley cam on the two of them. Justin smiles into it and tilts Bunny's chin up to her, brushing her lips over Bunny's and giving her a soft kiss. She winks into the Shelley cam and Alex swoons, holding the rope down for the two ladies as they make their way to the back... *Rob Bryant* Well, despite Katalina's interfernce Justina gets the win. But will she get the title this Sunday! *Kyle Richards* I think we all win seeing two hot red heads kiss... The camera cuts to the back to show Nava Moore shadow punching in front of a wall. He shrugs and dusts his arms off. He turns around to walk down the hall and bumps right into the XXWF Xtreme Champion, Sycho Path. Path chuckles and looks Nava up and down. *Sycho Path* You really think your something don't you? *Nava Moore* I'm not one to gloat, I let my actions speak for me. And in case you missed it last week, I beat Craig Nash, might as well been the Impact Players really. *Sycho Path* And you think that means your something? I've lost count how many times I've beaten those two fudgepackers. *Nava Moore* And tonight I'm going to beat the legendary Swiggy Holmes. *Sycho Path* Something you couldn't do at Hardcore Jam? *Nava Moore* I was too proccupied with The Untouchable then, this time it'll be smooth sailing. *Sycho Path* And then what huh? *Nava Moore* Well, and then there won't be anyone in my way between myself... and that championship. Nava jabs a finger at the Xtreme title hanging on Sycho Path's shoulder. Sycho glances at it then get's in Nava's face. *Sycho Path* Nobody? You happen to be looking at one of the best XXWF superstars of all time buddy, I'm much more than nobody. *Nava Moore* Not in my eyes. *Sycho Path* Tell you what, if you when tonight, and that's a big IF... at All Or Nothing, I'm going to put this Xtreme Title on the line against you, just to shut you up. Nava smirks and brushes by Path, still almost eye to eye. *Nava Moore* See you then. Nava walks off as Path stares off at him. He starts to laugh psychotically before speaking. *Sycho Path* Oh you'll be seeing me much sooner than that. Sycho laughs some more before walking off screen. The camera cuts back to ringside. *Rob Bryant* Interesting confrontation there between Nava Moore and Sycho Path. *Kyle Richards* Now Nava has a big reason to win tonight. *Rob Bryant* But he'll have to go through Swiggy Holmes to get there! Coming up next is the huge match mixing Bltizkreig, Dwight and Marv, and Better Then You up... and throwing Ryodo into the mix! *Kyle Richards* This is pay per view quality right here. But first we get a response from Blitzkrieg regarding Ryodo's actions last week. Suddenly People Hate me by the Murderdolls hits. The crowd goes crazy with boos, but there are still some cheers as Jack Kaine and Chris Copeland appear through the curtain. Both men have the XXWF tag team titles around their waists however, Jack has on a sleeveless referee’s shirt and Copeland has a shirt on that states “The Time Keeper Ikon”. They both pose on the stage as Scott Maverik introduces them. *Scott Maverik* Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a 6 man tag, scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first.. The special guest referee and time keeper.. They are the XXWF Tag Team Champions… Jack Kaine… And Chris Copeland….. BETTERRRR… THANNNNN YOUUUUU!!!! *Rob Bryant* Ok the match hasn’t even started and already I’m seeing a complete unfair pattern.. *Kyle Richards* Whatever do you mean Robby? *Rob Bryant* I mean.. Jack Kaine as the special guest ref.. And Copeland as the special Guest time keeper? It’s completely unnecessary! *Kyle Richards* What in Sam Hill are you talking about?.. Every match needs a ref right.. *Rob Bryant* Rrrright… *Kyle Richards* And every match needs a time keeper right? *Rob Bryant* Rrrrriiighhhtt… Wait a sec.. We’re the XXWF.. We don’t even use a time keeper! *Kyle Richards* That was the old XXWF.. This is the new breed.. The High Speed breed.. WE NEED A SPECIAL GUEST TIME KEEPER! BTY head to the ring. Kaine slides in and taunts the crowd as Copeland walks around the ring. Kaine hands him his tag title as Chris takes the belts and tosses them on the time keeper’s table. He then heads over to the commentator’s table. Chris sits down and puts on a headset. *Chris Copeland* Hey guys.. What’s up? *Kyle Richards* Not much Chris.. Rob’s whining like a bitch again.. *Chris Copeland* Yeah so what else is new?.. People Hate me begins to die down as The Cameras cut back to the entrance way where suddenly Du Hast by Rammstein hits. The arena immediately roars with boos as Mortiz appears on the stage with the German Flag waving it back and forth. He is slowly followed by the rest of Blitzkrieg: Adof, Lukas Rheinhardt, Grigori, and Dieter Von Harter. *Scott Maverik* Coming to the ring.. Hailing from Germany… BLITZKRIEGGGGG!!! *Kyle Richards* Well these guys don’t look too pleased. *Rob Bryant* They’re never happy Kyle.. Their Germans! The five members enter the ring and immediately Dieter Von Harter grabs a mic. *Rob Bryant* Oh no… *Kyle Richards* Folks.. Now may be the time to have a restroom break or go smoke a cigarette.. Hell go out and grab a bottle for Jack Daniels for all I care.. Anything’s better than having to listen to this guy. The crowd erupts with boos as Dieter passes the microphone to Adof. *Adof* ….Ryodo… Last week.. You felt it in your power to humiliate the entire German Nation by pissing on our flag.. All of our hopes.. All of our accomplishments.. And all of our dreams have been represented by zhat zhin cloth of pride, truth, and justice.. And now zhat you’ve disgraced it with your… Your.. *Rob Bryant* Urine… *Kyle Richards* Piss? *Chris Copeland* Pee Pee! *Adof* Your.. Well you know what you did.. No amount of pain can make up for zah beating I’m going to ensue upon you.. And to make it official.. Moments before zhis match I asked our dear president.. Mr. Jmoney… To grant me a match against you at All or Nozhing.. Whether you like it or not.. So what do you have to say to Zhat Ryodo! Ha ha ah… Just then St. Anger by Metallica hits. The crowd quickly cheers and chants U-S-A as Ryodo heads out holding a chair in hand. He quickly points to the ring and taunts Blitz. Adof goes towards the ropes and begs on Ryodo to come in. But he does not. *Scott Maverik* And introducing their opponents.. First from St. Louis Missouri.. Weighing 250 pounds.. He is the Lord of the Chairs…. RYODOOOOO!!!! Ryodo walks down the ramp way and waits. St. Anger dies down as Cells hits. The crowd continues to cheer as Dwight and Marv appear on the stage. *Scott Maverik* And his partners.. At a combined weight of 555 pounds.. Dwight and Marv…. D…..A…..Mmmmmmmmm!!!! *Chris Copeland* (Cough) Queers (cough) Dress alike (cough) Dwight and Marv both head down the ramp way looking very focused. They both remove their black trench coats. They stand next to Ryodo as the three look at each other and all slide into the ring. Scott Maverik exit’s the ring and the bell is sounded. Dieter Von Harter quickly slides out as Lukas goes after Marv. Mortiz attacks Dwight with some forearms to the back but Dwight is quick to his feet. Meanwhile Ryodo is being double teamed by Grigori and Adof. Ryodo (with chair still in hand) is stood up and Irish whipped into the ropes. Ryodo bounces off the ropes and runs at Adof and Grigori, they go for a double close line but Ryodo Ducks it. Both quickly turn around as Ryodo Plants a Chairshot right on Grigori’s head! Grigori rolls out of the ring. Ryodo goes the same for Adof but he misses, Adof drops to his back and rolls out of the ring. Dwight is onto his feet as is Marv, and their both receiving a painful beating at the hands of Lukas and Mortiz. Lukas has Marv backed into a corner, same with Mortiz with Dwight. Lukas and Mortiz look back and at the same time attempt to throw Dwight into Marv. But Dwight and Marv reverse it and send Lukas and Mortiz right into each other. Thinking Quickly Mortiz baseball slides through Lukas’ legs as Lukas runs full speed at Dwight. He goes for an avalanche on Dwight, but at the last second Dwight dives out of the way and Lukas runs right into the turnbuckle chest first. Mortiz is to his feet and sees this happen, He gives out a sigh of frustration as he turns around and Marv levels him with a monstrous close line! Mortiz does a 360 in mid air before falling to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Lukas staggers back and slowly regains himself as he turns around and gets a dropkick right in the face by Dwight, causing him to lose his balance and fall through the middle ropes and onto the floor. Dwight gets up as Blitzkrieg tries to regroup outside the ring. The crowd goes crazy as DaM and Ryodo stand by the ropes and raise their arms in victory. Ryodo raises the chair up but it’s taken away from him by Jack Kaine. This causes the attention of Ryodo, Dwight and Marv. *Kyle Richards* Whoa.. Jack might of just made a mistake there. *Chris Copeland* Come on.. What can they do to him?.. He’s the ref.. Kaine’s word is Law in that ring! Just like I’m the law when it comes to keeping time. *Rob Bryant* That reminds me Chris.. How long has this match been going on? *Chris Copeland* Pfft.. Hell should I know.. I don’t have a watch.. Jack begins to flash the shirt saying he’s in charge as Dwight and Marv still look on angrily. Kaine begins to count the guys out of the ring as Marv and Dwight walk out and go to their corner. Ryodo is arguing with Jack when suddenly he’s attacked from behind by Mortiz with a forearm to the back of the head. Ryodo falls to his knees as Mortiz continues the onslaught. He grabs the ropes and begins to stomp away on Ryodo’s midsection, and then putting knees to Ryodo’s back. Mortiz grabs Ryodo by the head and backs him into the ropes. Ryodo is bounced off the opposite rope and runs right into a spinning heel kick by Mortiz. Mortiz quickly rolls on top of Ryodo and makes the cover. Mortiz looks around as nothing happens, until we see Jack Kaine near the ropes flurting with a nearby female fan. *Rob Bryant* What the hell is he doing? He’s the referee Damnet..! *Chris Copeland* Atta Boy Jack!.. You get her number? Kaine turns around as Mortiz gets up and faces him with a confused glare. Kaine gives the “what?’ motion with his arms as Mortiz grabs Ryodo by the head and picks him up for a scoop slam. Mortiz gets up and heads over to his corner and makes a tag to Adof. The crowd boos even louder as Adof enters the ring acting very cocky. Dieter Von Harter yells some German words to him as Adof sizes up Ryodo and nails him with a few stiff kicks to the back of the head. Adof kneels down to Ryodo and locks him in a buffalo sleeper hold. But Ryodo is quick to counter it as he rolls out of the move. The two are at their feet now, but Ryodo seems to be in a daze of some kind. Ryodo falls to one knee holding the side of his head in pain. Kaine and Adof both look at him funny. *Rob Bryant* S-Something might be wrong with Ryodo… *Kyle Richards* There’s a shocker.. *Rob Bryant* No I’m serious.. He may be seriously hurt.. Maybe a concussion of some kind. Kaine Motions for the fight to continue as Adof turns to Ryodo and runs at him. He goes for a kick to his head but Ryodo dodges it and nails Adof with a drop toe hold! Adof’s head bounces off the mat with the impact it gives. *Rob Bryant* Excellent possum there by Ryodo! Ryodo gets to his feet as Adof holds his nose in pain as he gets up. Ryodo rushes to him from behind and locks on a reverse waist lock. Ryodo lifts up and Goes for A German Suplex but Adof blocks it in mid air. Ryodo sets him down onto the mat and pushes him forward towards his own turnbuckle. Marv makes a blind tag unknowing to Adof as Adof manages to get behind Ryodo. Adof backs Ryodo to the center of the ring and lets him go. Ryodo immediately runs into the ropes and runs at Adof but is nailed to the mat with a flying tackle. Marv slowly enters the ring as Adof gets to his feet pointing at his brain indicating his intelligence. Adof slowly turns around and sees Marv standing right by him with an evil smile. Marv waves hi as he picks up Adof easily over his head in a military press hold. Ryodo rolls out of the ring and gets back to his corner. Marv has Adof way over his head and begins to push him up and down much to Adof’s disliking. Marv then slams Adof to the mat as the crowd goes crazy with cheers. Adof holds his back in pain as Marv goes for the cover. Kaine Counts. *Jack Kaine ONE MISSISSIPPI, ONE ALABAMA, ONE NEBRASKA, ONE COLORADO, ONE TEXAS, ONE MICHIGAN! Marv gets up as Jack gives him the “what?” motion. Marv gets to his feet as does Jack as he begins to yell at him. Marv almost has Jack trapped into a corner as Adof comes to, rolls to his corner and makes a tag to Mortiz. Mortiz quickly runs along the ring apron and climbs the rope. He makes it to the top rope and perches as Jack slowly points to him. Marv slowly turns around as Mortiz JUMPS OFF THE TOP AND NAILS MARV WITH THE HEADSHOT! (Spinning heel kick). Marv falls to his back as Mortiz rolls around on the mat. He regains himself and goes for the cover. Kaine counts. *Jack Kaine* 8!! 6!!! 7!! 5-3-0-9! DAMN YOU TOMMY TUTONE! Marv Lifts Up and Throws Mortiz off of him! Mortiz shocked at the power he has dealt with quickly scurries to his corner and makes the tag to Lukas Rheinhardt. Lukas slowly enters the ring as Marv struggles to sit up. Lukas smacks Marv by the head taunting him as Marv gets up. Lukas underhooks Marv’s arm and lifts up nailing a devastating suplex on him. *Kyle Richards* That’s Pure Power Right there.. Marv holds his back in pain trying to subdue the pain as Lukas grabs him by the head and stands him up. Lukas backs Marv into a corner and begins to nail several knees into his midsection. After hitting a few, Lukas signals for one more. But Marv manages to get a thumb in his eye before he can hit it. This stuns Lukas for a bit as Marv grabs him by the arm and backs him into the same corner. Marv reaches back and nails a monstrous fist to the face of the German Enforcer. Marv reaches back and nails another one! He then grabs Lukas’s arm and whips him across the ring into the other corner. Lukas hit’s the turnbuckle Hard back first as Marv quickly tries to follow up with an avalanche! But at the last second Lukas Just barely manages to move out of the way. Marv crashes into the turnbuckle hitting it hard chest first. He staggers back as Lukas bounces off the ropes. He Runs at Marv and nails him with a thunderous Big Boot to the face! Marv falls flat on his back as Lukas stands tall. The crowd cheers after the amazing hit. *Chris Copeland* Ooouch! Marv’s face is now what? A size 17 after that hit. Lukas goes for the cover as Jack just stands there. *Jack Kaine* What?.. This match isn’t done yet.. Keep hurtin him ya German Terrorist! This catches Lukas’s attention. He slowly gets up and has a look of hell on his face as Jack still doesn’t realize what he’s said. *Kyle Richards* Oooohhh Boy.. Jack you don’t wanna piss off that guy… *Chris Copeland* Kyle.. Again, there’s nothing to be afraid of.. He’s a German.. What’s the worst he could do? Kaine still seems to be saying stuff to Lukas as the big German gets right next to Kaine. Jack begins to point to his referee shirt, this makes Lukas Back off a bit when suddenly Dieter Von Harter begins to yell something in German to Lukas. *Dieter Von Harter* LUKAS! !!!! BRECHEN Sie SEINE KNOCHEN IN STAUB!! Lukas nods and turns back to Kaine *Chris Copeland* What’d that little oompha Lumpa German say about my mom? Lukas goes to Jack and smiles, he extends his arm. *Rob Bryant* Oh that can’t be good… Jack nods his head a few times and grabs Lukas’ hand and the two begin to shake much to the crowd’s dismay. Kaine tries to break away from the hold but Lukas holds on tight. He brings Kaine in and nails him with a SPINEBUSTER! Kaine bounces off the mat a few times because of the impact of the move. The crowd is beginning to cheer for Lukas as he picks up Kaine and stands him to his feet. Marv begins to stir. *Chris Copeland* WHAT’S HE DOING? *Rob Bryant* From the looks of it he’s getting even.. *Chris Copeland* WHY! IT’s not like we did anything to these German bastards. *Rob Bryant* Well maybe calling them German Bastards and Terrorists wasn’t the right way of approaching things.. Copeland removes his headset and begins to go to the ring. He grabs one of the tag titles. Meanwhile in the ring Lukas has Kaine leaning up against the ropes. Mortiz is now in the ring as the two grab Kaine and Irish whip him against the ropes. Kaine bounces off them as Mortiz gets out of the way and Lukas stands in the center of the ring. Kaine runs at Lukas who grabs him from around the waist in a belly to belly suplex hold. But the momentum seems to be too much for Lukas as he staggers back to the ropes. But as soon as his back hits them LUKAS LIFTS UP JACK AND THOWS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND ONTO THE FLOOR! *Rob Bryant* HOLY SHIT! Lukas flexes his body with anger as Marv is to his feet. Lukas turns to him and goes over to him, But Marv nails him with a boot to the midsection. Copeland suddenly slides into the ring and Nails Lukas with a shot to the side of the head with a tag title! Copeland turns around to celebrate as we see Referee Bill run down to the ring. Dwight, Ryodo, and Adof all enter the ring as Mortiz charges Copeland and close lines both he and Chris out of the ring. Lukas is struggling to get to his feet as Marv grabs him from around the throat and pushes him over the top rope. Marv follows as Copeland and Mortiz join the bunch and Kaine is struggling to get to his feet. Dwight looks on as he begins to ascend to the top rope. He turns his back to the group and jumps. Nailing a moonsault on top of all 6 men! Meanwhile in the ring, Adof has jumped Ryodo from behind and is kicking him in the back. Bill slides in as a replacement referee but is immediately distracted by the incident and Dieter Von Harter’s yelling ouside. Meanwhile in the ring, Grigori slides in and has the other tag title. Adof picks up Ryodo and grabs him from behind to hold him in place. Grigori charges Ryodo and goes for a shot with the tag title. But Ryodo ducks at the last second.. However, Grigori does not hit Adof as he stops short as well. The two laugh a bit and point to their heads as suddenly Ryodo dropkicks Grigori out of the ring! *Kyle Richards* Damn there’s fighting going on everywhere! Can’t we all just get along! Ryodo is quick to his feet but Adof nails him with a boot to the midsection. Ryodo doubles over as Referee bill turns his attention towards the ring. Adof underhooks Ryodo’s arm and goes for THE FINAL RESOLUTION! BUT RYODO MANAGES TO MANEUVER OUT OF THE HOLD! He lands behind Adof as he turns towards him. Ryodo picks up Adof over his shoulders! *Rob Bryant* HERE IT COMES! RYODO SIGNALS TO THE CROWD AS HE NAILS THE DEATH SPIRAL ON ADOF! Ryodo immediately covers! *Bill* 1.………………2.……………..3!!!!!! The crowd goes crazy with cheers as the Blitz, DaM, and BTY fight all ensues to the crowd. *Scott Maverik* Here are your winners.. The team of DAM, and RYODO!!! Ryodo rolls out of the ring as Grigori and Dieter enter it trying to help their leader. Ryodo raises his arms victorious in the air as Dieter and Grigori give him mean looks. *Rob Bryant* Ryodo On a major roll as of late.. That’s twice he’s beaten the Blitzkrieg.. *Kyle Richards* Yeah but will it continue at All or Nothing? Anyway, We have an incredible high flying match up next ladies and gentlemen. *Rob Bryant* That is right, Cruiserweight Champ Ricky Flame is putting up his title against Salvador Leon! Lets get to the ring. ("The A La Menthe" by Nikkfurie begins to play as Salvador Leon comes out form the back to a mixed reaction. He runs full speed and slides in the ring awaiting his big title shot. The music stops as now "Paper Jesus" by Staind begins to play. Ricky Flame comes walking out with the cruiserweight title around his waist. He show boats a little bit and walks in the ring. He gives the belt to the official who walks around and holds it in the air. The bell rings and the match is under way. Leon wastes no time and sprints towards Flame and nails him with a spinning heel kick as Flame flips over the ropes. Leon then jumps on the top rope and does a corkscrew flip onto Flame as both men are now laying outside the ring breathing heavily. Flame is moving slowly as Leon is the first one up and grabs Flame and throws him into the ring to stop the count. Flame is starting to get to his feet as Leon comes in prancing around and now lands a hard right across the chest of Flame. Flame looks stunned for a little bit as Leon tries another spinning heel kick but Flame ducks it. Flame bounces off the rope and flips in the air nailing a moonsault. He goes for the quick cover.) *Bill* 1..2...kick out *Rob Bryant* Wow, a near fall! *Kyle Richards* This match is very high impact thusfar! *Rob Bryant* I love watching these cruiserweights fly around! (Flame picks up Leon and drops him with a firemans carry. He then lands a stiff leg drop across the throat. He picks up Leon and throws him against the ropes. Leon bounces back and ducks the clothesline and bounces off the rope again to getting dropped with a drop kick by Ricky Flame. Flame is smiling as the crowd starts to cheer. Ricky Flame picks up Salvador Leon and is setting him up for the Flame Thrower. Leons arms are up in the air but Leon reaches his leg backwards and nails a low blow as Ricky Flame goes falling to the canvass. Leon goes for the cover.) *Bill* 1..2...kick out *Kyle Richards* Great escape by Salvador. Nothing better than hitting a man where it counts! *Rob Bryant* Well it is nothing but a cheap shot and he should be DQ'd from it! *Kyle Richards* What the ref does not see, does not hurt! (Leon now picks up Flame and puts his head between his legs and tries to nail a powerbomb but Flame latches onto Leons head and swung him over with a hurricanrana for the pin.) *Bill* 1...2...kick out (Leon manages to escape barely. Flame cannot believe it as he picks up Leon. Flame starts to give stiff chops and then nails Leon with a dropkick. Flame is now ascending the top rope but Leon gets up very quick and runs to the top and gives a quick superplex from the top rope. Both men are now laying on the ground breathing heavily once again as the ref starts to count both men. Both men are starting to stir as they both crawl to a rope and begin to help themselves up. Leon is up and so is Ricky Flame. Ricky Flame charges at Leon but Leon moves out of the way and Flame bounces off the rope and Leon catches Flame over his shoulder. He lets him drop a little and nails The kiss of death! Salvador Leon jumps on top of Ricky Flame.) *Rob Bryant* We have a new Cruiserweight champion here! *Kyle Richards* That we do Rob Bryant! *Bill* 1.....2......... (Before the ref can count to three Apollo Riddik was running down the aisle and jump to the top rope and nailed Salvador Leon with a leg drop. The ref Bill stops the match and calls for the bell.) *Rob Bryant* What happend?!?! *Scott Maverick* The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification....Salvador Leon!!! *Kyle Richards* Apollo Ridik, just screwed Leon from the cruiserweight title! (Apollo and Leon are now standing face to face as they start punching away at each other as the crowd erupts. Ricky Flame gets up and grabs his title and high tails his way on out of there and heads to the back. As he was walking to the back Damien Rage now comes running out. He slides in the ring. All three-men are now brawling in the ring as the crowd is cheering and also throwing stuff in the ring. Leon and Rage are fighting close to the ropes as Leon lands a clothesline and sends Rage over the top rope. Now Apollo charges at Leon but Leon launches him in the air with a back body drop as he flies over the top rope and lands on top of Rage. Rage and Apollo are laying on the ground outside the ring as Salvador Leon is in the middle of the ring as his music hits and he raises his arms in the air and is yelling at both Rage and Apollo.) *Kyle Richards* Wow, Salvador Leon just threw both men out of the ring! *Rob Bryant* Well that is good if it is a royal rumble, but more importantly he got screwed out of the gold! *Kyle Richards* That he did, but what is in store for these three men coming up next week? *Rob Bryant* We will soon find out. Bodies blasts throughout the sound system as the fans erupt with boos. Pain comes walking out onto the stage with a mic in hand. Pain looks around at the booing fans with a confident smirk. He brings the mic up to his lips as his song dies down. *Pain* Hmmm I guess I have an issure to address huh? Do I accept ZEr0's challenge? You know, I've had all week to think about it, and really, there's pros and cons. Am I ready to take that next step into the higher ranks of the XXWF? Am I ready to face a superstar of ZEr0's caliber... fuck all that! Of course I accept!! A chance to shut up a XXWF veteran and prove to everyone that I deserve to be respected? I cannot wait! One on one, no stipulations, no pretty sidesteps, Pain versus ZEr0... I hope you know what you got yourself into ZEr0... Pain smirks as Bodies hits again and Pain makes his way to the back. The camera cuts back to ringside. *Rob Bryant* Pain has accepted ZEr0's challenge folks! *Kyle Richards* That is going to be an amazing match Rob, mark my words. *Rob Bryant* I don't doubt that. Well we're heading back to another 7/11 for the thrilling conclusion to Mr. Butters versus Cyrus Lyger! The camera cuts to another 7/11 somewhere in the town hosting Xtreme ShockZone. Rage, Cyrus, and Butters are all standing outside of it. Cyrus and Butters look intense, like they're about to embark on an epic battle. Cyrus once again has on a cap and sunglasses to disguise his celebrityness.. if that's a word. Cy's hunched over, rubbing his ahnds together, ready for action. Butters' eyes keep shifting from the store to Cy, then finally to Rage. Butters looks up at Rage and paws his own face as Rage speaks. *Rage* Alright, Cyrus... Mr. Butters... this is the moment you've been waiting for! The score is tied two a piece, the man... err... monkey.. err... primate that emerges from that store and is declared the winner of this bout will be the XXWF Blood Bath Champion! Now, rules are the same as always, simple. Each of you will enter the store at the same time. You'll be given a ten minute time limit to steal as much stuff as possible, whether it be from the store, customers in the store, whatever. After the ten minutes are up, we'll tally up the scores and declare a winner. Butters... are you ready? Rage looks over to Butters, who nods and lets out an excited yelp. Rage nods and points to Cyrus. *Rage* Cyrus, are you ready? *Cyrus Lyger* Just start the damn thing. *Rage* On your mark.... get set.... go! Butters goes bounding off towards the store as Cy speedwalks. Butters awaits the door to be opened but thanks to nobody exiting or entering, he has to wait for Cyrus. As Cyrus nears, he looks down at the monkey. *Cyrus Lyger* Suck's being short huh... and not having opposible thumbs! Cyrus pushes Butters away with his foot as he opens the door and slides into the store, closing the door behind him, leaving Butters stuck outside. Cyrus casually walks throughout the store, pocketing petty stuff like snacks and candy. he accidentally bumps into a woman, unbeknownst to here, Cyrus reaches into her purse and removes a wallet, he quickly pockets it while apoligizing. He turns and starts making his way down another aisle. Finally someone enters the store, allowing Mr. Butters to enter also. Butters quickly tries to make up for lost time and starts stealing things left and right. Butters hops up on top of one of the racks and surveys the store. He wiggles his nose then bounds down the rack and down the aisle. He catches up to Cyrus and stealthly starts stealing things from Cyrus' pocket! *Rob Bryant* Brilliant strategy by Mr. Butters! *Kyle Richards* That's not fair! Butters steals everything in Cy's pockets. As soon as Cy places something in his pocket, it's removed by Mr. Butters. Cyrus finally feels something tugging on his pocket and looks down to see the thieving Mr. Butters. Cy let's out a frustrated sigh and goes to hit the monkey, but he bounds down the aisle away from Lyger. Cyrus takes a quick look at his watch as he looks around the store nervously, back at square one. He sees something and his eyes light up. Cyrus quickly makes his way down an aisle and grabs something, he makes his way to the register and places it down, the camera staying with his face, not revealing the object. The cashier rings it up. *Cashier* That'll be two dollars and eleven cents please. Cyrus reaches into his back pocket to find nothing. *Cyrus Lyger* Stupid monkey!.. .umm.. I'll be right back, need to do more shopping. Cyrus snatches whatevers on the counter and bounds down the aisles, seemingly looking for Butters. He finally finds him looting a small advertising shelf. Cy goes over and drops whatever he has right in front of Butters.... it's a batch of bannanas! Mr. Butters' eyes light up as he quickly starts eating the bannanas. Cy smirks as he starts stealing everything back from Butters, oblivious to Butters himself, who's too lost in his enjoyment of the bannanas. Cyrus smirks and begins making his way out of the store as a horn is heard outside, signaling the end of the contest. Cy walks out alone and walks up to Rage. *Rage* How'd you do? Cyrus empties out his pockets revealing a variety of things, including a handful of wallets. Rage counts it all and looks up. *Rage* Not bad, you have about three hundred dollars worth of stuff and cash here.... Where's Butters? Finally the door to the 7/11 opens and Mr. Butters comes strutting out of the store, looking happy, dragging behind him the same batch of bannnans, already half eaten. He scurries up to Rage and Cyrus and looks up at Rage. Rage searches Mr. Butters and realize the only thing in his possesion is the bannanas. *Rage* And Butters... you've got oh about... a dollar seventy five worth of stuff... Rage hangs his head as Butters goes back to his bannnanas. *Rage* Cyrus... unfortunately this means your the winner of the Best out of five 7/11 match. Thanks to tattletaling, mexicans, and bannanas, your still the XXWF Blood Bath Champion... Cyrus, almost in slow motion, pumps his fists into the air, he crouches down and get's in Butters' face. *Cyrus Lyger* Sucker!! That's what you get for facing a Legend! You really think you had me beat didn't you? You stupid little monkey. Mr. Butters blows a rasberry at Cyrus, getting monkey saliva and pieces of bannana all over his face. Cyrus slowly rises and swipes the mess off his face, whipping it to the floor as he slowly looks at Rage, who's stiffiling some laughter. *Cyrus Lyger* I hope you both die horrible, violent deaths. Cyrus turns and walks off as Rage bursts out laughing with Butters yelping excitedly. The camera cuts back to ringside. *Kyle Richards* Yes! I told you Cyrus wouldn't lose to a monkey! *Rob Bryant* Yes, Cyrus Lyger retains the Blood Bath Championship thanks to a batch of bannanas. What a champion! *Kyle Richards* Whatever, he won. *Rob Bryant* Yes, but Rage and Mr. Butters quite literally got the last laugh. *Kyle Richards* That was just haneous. But that's just another defense for the champ. And now... Ah, Main Event time! *Rob Bryant* That is right Kyle, and what a great one we have. Swiggy Holmes vs Nava Moore! (Metalingus by Alter Bridge plays as Nava Moore comes out from the back. The crowd is showing a mixed reaction to Moore. He steps into the ring and prepares for the arrival of Swiggy Holmes. We're Not Gonna Take it begins to play as Swiggy Holmes comes walking out to a flurry of boos. He walks down nice and patiently as Nava is waiting in the ring. Swiggy is standing in front of the ring apron talking to Nava Moore. All the sudden Moore leaps over the top rope and nails a cross body on Swiggy. He starts to punch away on Swiggy Holmes as he picks him up and rolls him in the ring as the ref rings the bell.) *Kyle Richards* Wasted no time on that attack! *Rob Bryant* Swiggy must have said something that Moore did not like! (Nava Moore is now stomping away on Swiggy as he is crawling around the ring trying to escape the stiff boots by Moore. Moore then picks up Swiggy and nails him with a textbook vertical suplex. He steps up and lands and elbow drop across the throat of Swiggy. Moore up again and this time lands a quick leg drop. He goes for the cover.) *Bill* 1...2...kick out (Nava now picks up Holmes and lands a slap across the chest that is heard throughout the arena. He then chops him again as Swiggy backs up into the corner. Nava then climbs on top of Swiggy and starts to pound away with his fists as the crowd is counting) *Crowd* 1....2....3....4....5....6....7.. (Swiggy breaks it up and latches onto Nava and nails him with a vicious atomic drop. Nava is bouncing up and down as Swiggy nails him with a clothesline dropping him to the canvass. Swiggy is starting to recover a little bit as he picks up Nava and ascends him to the ropes. Swiggy lands a nice belly-to-belly suplex on Nava and goes for the quick cover.) *Bill* 1...2...kick out *Rob Bryant* We have had a great match thusfar! *Kyle Richards* You are right, lots of near falls a highly energized match-up between these two. (Swiggy stands up and starts stomping on Nava. He bends down to pick him up by his head but Nava rolls him in a small package.) *Bill* 1...2...kick out (Swiggy was just able to kick out at the right time. Nava and Swiggy are now both standing at opposite corners trying to catch their breath. They both then start walking towards each other and exchange blows back and forth. Rights and Lefts are being exchanged. Now they are both exchanging chops back and forth as the crowd is really into it. Nava then runs up and nails his knee to Swiggy's chest and drops him with a DDT as Nava smiles. Nava then picks up Swiggy and sends him down with a bodyslam. Nava then looks at the turnbuckle and runs over and leaps on the top rope. He turns himself around and does a moonsault but to no avail. Swiggy rolled out of the way as Nava crashes hard on the mat. Swiggy quickly crawls over and jumps on top of Nava Moore.) *Rob Bryant* This could be over!!! *Bill* 1....2....kick out! (Nava lifts his shoulder up. Swiggy can't believe it and starts to complain to the ref about the slow count. Nava is stirring quickly on the ground. Swiggy is still arguing. All the sudden Nava is up and Swiggy turns around to a boot to the stomach and LIGHTS OUT! Swiggy is not moving on the canvass.) *Kyle Richards* Serves you right for arguing with Bill our referee! *Rob Bryant* Well this match is all over all he needs to do is pin him. *Kyle Richards* Wait a minute, who the hell is that! (All the sudden a huge stir is heard from the crowd as we see a figure from afar running to the ring from the crowd. It's Sycho Path. He runs out from the crowd and leaps over the guardrail and grabs a steel chair and slides in the ring. Moore is not looking as Path taps him on the shoulder. Nava Moore turns around and CRACK! Sycho Path nails Nava Moore with a steel chair, the ref calls immediately for the bell. Path slides out of the ring and starts talking smack to Nava Moore as he is on the ground holding his head from the chair shot.) *Scott Maverick* The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification....NAVA...MOORE! *Kyle Richards* Payback is a bitch! He is getting revenge from that little scuffle they had earlier in the night! *Rob Bryant* He is a coward. Nava had this match won fair and square and Path nailed him with a chair! *Kyle Richards* Well there is obviousely bad blood between these two! *Rob Bryant* Yes there is, but up next ladies and gentlemen we get to hear from the man himself, Chris Kanyon! Who's Better Than Kanyon? blasts throughout the sound system as the fans go nuts for the top face in the company. Kanyon steps out onto the stage in his 'street' attire, wearing a pair of blue jeans with a Who's Better? TShirt. Kanyon looks around at the fans with a smirk, his hair tied back tight in a ponytail. Kanyon makes his way down the ramp slowly, tagging the fans hands along the way. He makes his way around the ring, tagging fans hands before sliding into the ring. He spreads his arms out and absorbs the cheers before letting them down slowly and looking around with appreciation. He accepts a mic from Scott Maverik and goes to speak, but the fans are still too loud. Kanyon waits another moment before bringing the mic up to speak again, the fans finally dying down. *Chris Kanyon* Thank you. You people are the reason Chris Kanyon is at the top of the XXWF. Your the reason I enjoy my job and come out here every night to do what I love best in front of thousands. For that, I thank you. In appreciation for all of that, I hope to do something for all of you people... but I'll get to that in a second. You see, tonight I've been given this time to announce my match. The match I get to choose for being on the winning side of the war games match. Half of my team have already made their choices. Now my choice isn't really quite like theres. Mine isn't intense and exciting like Marv's was. It doesn't involve the tag team titles. Mine isn't as surprsing and huge as Steven Jones' was. Mines not even as creatvie as Rage's was... that wyly bastard, that was a great five bouts huh? You see, when it comes right down to it, my pick is simple, it's obvious, and it's what everyone wants. The fans cheer in anticipation for his choice. *Chris Kanyon* Now I said I'm going to try and give something back to all of you people... and that something would be finally taking the Blood Bath Championship off that arrogant bastard Cyrus Lyger!! The fans give a huge cheer at his, Kanyon drops his arm and looks around with a smirk. *Rob Bryant* YES! *Kyle Richards* Oh boy, who didn't see that one coming? *Chris Kanyon* For weeks... ny months... ny, since MY FIRST WEEK IN THE XXWF... I've been wanting my chance at Cyrus Lyger. I've faced fof against every challenge thrown in my way! I've climbed the proverbial ladder. Hardcore Champion? One of the greatest of all time thank you. Xtreme Champion? Yup, I've done that. I've defeated most of, if not all of, the top talent here. So the logical next step would be that big one. The one that puts you at the top of the company. And I'm going to get my chance at All Or Nothing. Sure, it's not as glamours a choice, or perhaps not as entertaining... but it's something that I'm sure every single person watching at home will enjoy. The hatred Cyrus and I have for each other, the fact that he's been ducking me for months, it all accumilates into this choice. And at All Or Nothing, Cyrus Lyger will be defending his title against Chris Kanyon! The fans let out a huge cheer again. *Rob Bryant* There it is folks! Finally! Cyrus Lyger will defend his Blood Bath Championship against Chris Kanyon! A match that's been in the works for months! *Kyle Richards* What's the big deal? Cyrus can beat him. *Chris Kanyon* Now is the time to ask... Who's Better Than Kanyon? We'll find out at All Or Nothing. Kanyon lays the mic down and stands tall, looking around at the cheering fans as the scene fades. |