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February 3rd 2002
Wayne Newton: I’d like to welcome everyone to The Thomas & Mack Center, here in Las Vegas, Nevada. What better way to kick off a show like tonight’s than by a song by these fellas. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Linkin Park!
(The crowd goes wild again as Wayne walks to the back. A smaller stage is lowered from above the WFW-tron, on it the members of Linkin Park. As soon as they touch down onto the main stage, they tear into their song, “Points of Authority”. When they finish, the camera cuts to backstage, in The Syndicate’s locker room. Co-Prez Shoe is pacing nervously back-and-forth in front of Revolution and Kristi. The fans ‘boo’ upon see them.)
Revolution: You’ve been pacing like that for the past hour; will you cut it out already?
Co-Prez Shoe: I can’t believe I have to be in your corner tonight. The others guys are wrestlers, I’m not.
Revolution: Everybody else had a match tonight, so you’re the only one left. Look, don’t worry about it. I’ve got it all under control.
Co-Prez Shoe: Under control? I’ve got to go, uh get some fresh air.
(Shoe leaves the room and the camera shows Revolution with a smirk on his face. Then it cuts to the arena floor, where Joey Michaels and Jimmy Lang are prepared to call the first match.)
Michaels: Man, I can’t believe it; what a way to start off the show with my favorite musical act of all time.
Lang: Yeah, Linkin Park rocked the house.
Michaels: No, not them, Wayne Newton.
Lang: Eh, yeah. Well, I think its time for our first match. It will be Bryan Deas against some mystery opponent.
Michaels: Yes, but the question is who. I have heard such names as Adam Masterson, Neu Generation, and even Fat Albert were possibilities.
Lang: Oh, come on! Everyone knows it will be Nooge!
Michaels: Well, we are about to find out.
(The arena goes black as Rollin by Limp Bizkit plays as BBD comes down with his baseball bat in hand and when he has his black gloves on, hes ready to take care of business. Deas grabs a mic.)
BBD: Okay, people. I’m really tired of this bullshit. They won’t tell me my opponent. How am I supposed to prepare for someone I don’t know who is? This is unfair! Well, get your ass out here, so I can kick it!
(“Dude Looks Like a Lady” by Aerosmith blasts over the P.A. System as the fans are silent wondering who this could be. Then, from the back, ASIA EMERGES! The transexual walks onto the stage with a microphone. (S)he is nearly in tears.)
Asia: Bryan, what is it that I mean to you? Tell me! Am I just your whore? We have a wonderful night of passion a few months ago, but you never call. You never write. I haven’t even heard from you since then. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t masturbate. Well, actually, I could do that.
BBD: Wait wait. YOU?! You She-male?
Asia: That’s right. I got fed up waiting for you, and I got mad. You you won’t like me mad. Sure, I still am incredibly aroused by you, but you pissed me off! And your gonna eat it! ASIA STYLE!
(The fans cheer for this unlikely fan favorite as (s)he runs and slides into the ring. The bell rings and the match begins. Asia tackles Deas to the mat and begins punching him. But before long, he stops punching and just thrusts his/her pelvis into him. BBD comes to, and feels her. He throws her off, and then picks her up. He low-blows him/her, and (s)he takes it hard to the mat. BBD then goes outside the ring for a chair. He re-enters the ring, but the referee grabs it from him, and gets on the microphone.)
Referee: Our president Shoe has invested in me the power to alter this match if you insist on cheating in any way, so, from this point on, this match is a HAND-CUFFED MATCH!
(BBD looks at the referee with his eyes wide. The referee gets out the cuffs as Asia grabs the mic.)
Asia: Handcuffs! Mmmmmmmm…kinky!
(The referee hooks BBD and Asia together by handcuffs. BBD clotheslines Asia to the mat and covers him/her. The referee gets a one count. Both get to their feet, and Asia jumps to hurricanrana BBD, but just stays in the position with a catatonic look on his/her face. BBD turns it into a powerbomb, and begins to cough and wipe his mouth. Bryan picks up Asia and tosses her/him into the corner. He begins to kick her/him in the mis-section, then strangles her/him with his boot. He, then, sets her/him on the top rope, and swings her/him back into the ring, by the handcuffs. Bryan, then grabs the referee, and tackles him to the mat. He takes the key from his pocket and unlocks the two. Asia, possuming on the other side of the handcuffs, lays motionless during this all. Bryan hooks him/her for a belly to belly suplex, but Asia begins to grind the Ballistic One in the crotch area!)
Lang: This is wrong! That transexual is not a wrestler! It’s a freak!
Michaels: Oh, shut up. It is entertaining and you know it!
Lang: You perv!
(Asia begins to chase Deas around the ring, and the referee finally recovers and goes outside the ring. Meanwhile, Asia catches Deas and begins hammering him in the face. She sets Deas up for a powerbomb, but, when she puts him into his/her legs, (s)he gets that catatonic look, once again and does not move. Eventually, Deas flips her/him. Outside, the bell is rung.)
Announcer: Due to the abuse to the referee in this matchup, it has been deemed a disqualification, and the winner of the match is ASIA!
(Bryan begins to yell at the referee and the announcer. Asia slides out of the ring and talks to the referee for a moment. Then, the announcer gets back on the microphone.)
Announcer: At the winner’s request, this match will continue as a no-disqualification match!
(Bryan, not paying attention, gets his crotch grabbed from behind. This, once again, makes Asia go catatonic. Bryan takes a few seconds to recover, then kicks the transvestite in the face. Bryan begins to hammer away on Asia, then eventually, Asia lands a low blow. She DDTs Bryan, then she goes to the top rope. She grabs her crotch, then goes for a big splash, followed by the cover. She gets a two count. Deas jumps up and whips Asia in the ropes. He hits her with a devastating chokeslam, and once again, goes to the outside for a weapon. He brings in his black bat. He jumps into the ring, and swings it at Asia, who is now up. You can hear her shouting “you know I love your big bat!,” and then BBD, goes over t the corner like he is about to throw up. Asia rolls Deas up for a two count.
Lang: HAHA! Deas is a real ladies man. Look at all the women he has chasing him!
Michaels: Bullshit! He has Asia the she-male, and Erica Vovcana, our crack-whore interviewer.
(Asia whips Deas into the turnbuckle, and flips her way over to him, and hits him with a back elbow. She follows it up with a bulldog. She then sits over him and begins punching him. But, once again, when her loans touch him, she goes catatonic. Deas slides out of the ring, once again, and is seen trying to run away. Asia gives chase, and slides him back into the ring. Asia goes for the Asian Bomb, but Deas powers out and hits her/him with the Ballisticator! He covers Asia! 1…2…3! As BBD lifts up, it is obvious that Asia has an erection!)
Announcer: And the winner, BALLISTIC BRYAN DEAS!
(Bryan Deas runs backstage.)
Lang: Now, that was just unfair. Deas should have known he has fighting…that!
Michaels: That was funny. And Deas won. Quit bitching!
(Meanwhile, backstage, Deas is shown in the shower.)
BBD: NOT CLEAN! STILL NOT CLEAN!
Jack O’Hara: The following contest is a three way Newcomer’s Ball Match and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Ames, Iowa, weighing in at 275 lbs, here comes Madd Johnny Maxx.p>
The lights go down and the words Madd Johnny Maxx flash across the jumbo screen. Then, Feel So Numb by Rob Zombie hits as Madd Johnny Maxx comes to the ring and then slides in. He then goes of the four corners one after another taunting at the crowd.
Jack O’Hara: Now, introducing the second competitor in this match. He is from Battle Creek, Michigan and he weighs at 265 lbs, I give you tonight, Mace!!!
The Game by Motorhead hits as Mace comes to the ring and then gets in the ring and awaits the last competitor in this match.
Jack O’ Hara: Now, the third competitor in this match. He is from Buffalo, New York and he weighs in at 231 lbs, I give you this evening, Blake Williams!!!
Lights fades out as Blake Williams voice is heard: I Am Simply The Best, then The Best by Tina Turner begins as the white lights flicker in the dark arena. Blake Williams then comes down and taunts the fans all the way down to the ring. Then, Blake Williams gets in the ring as he awaits the bell to be rung. The ref calls for the bell as this match is underway.
Michaels: What a match this will be, these guys are making their first ever PPV appearance here in WFW and everyone of them will be a good impression in this match.
Lang: Yeah, ok, lets get on with it.
Mace gives Maxx a tremendous clothesline and knocks him over the top rope and onto the floor. Williams grabs Mace and attempts to use the Lights Out move early but Mace gets out of the move and executes a DDT on Williams. Mace then starts pounding on Williams as Maxx gets back in and helps Mace pound on Willaims. Then, both Mace and Maxx whip Williams into the ropes and give them a double shoulder tackle and he goes out of the ring. Maxx begins to go after Williams but Mace gives Maxx a low blow, the ref warns him for that but Mace just pushes the ref away as he pounds on the head of Maxx.
Michaels: Wow, what action this is. This is a good way for the PPV to happen.
Lang: Yeah! More blood!
Mace is still pounding on the head of Maxx as Williams come back in and grabs Mace by the hair and gives him the PD-13. He goes for the cover, 1,2, and no, Mace kicks out at the last second. Williams then whips Mace in the corner and gives him a hand spring elbow. He then bodyslams Mace. Williams then goes to the top rope and nails Mace with the Money Call. He goes for the cover, 1,2, and no, Maxx comes in and breaks the three count. Maxx then grabs Williams and hooks him into the Maxximum Pain but Williams then gets to the rope and then when Maxx refused to let go, Williams gives Maxx a low blow kick to the groin. The ref warns Williams but Williams just ignores the ref. He then grabs Maxx and attempts the Lights Out move again but Maxx counters it and nails Williams with the Johnny Drop. Mace is waiting Maxx celebrating as he waits for him to turn around. Maxx turns around and walks right into the Difference Maker. Mace then attempts to make the pin but then he picks up Williams and uses the Difference Maker on him. Mace is now calling to the crowd that this match is over, he used Maxx own move, the Maxximum Pain on Maxx and the ref sees that Maxx is tapping out. The ref then calls for the bell and raises Mace’s hand in victory.
Jack O’Hara: The winner of this match, Mace!!!!
Michaels: What a match this was, and we have more to follow.
Lang: Meh.
(The camera fades to the beack, where Prez’s Young and Shoe sit talking.)
Shoe: The match draws near, my friend. I can’t wait to show Operation: Mayhem who’s boss. This will be a great night, Indeed!
Young: Just be careful, man. Not only do you have them to deal with, but Sandman as well. You never know what he may be planning…….
Shoe: Spare me….
(The camera returns to the ring.)
Jack O’Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is set for one fall and is for the WFW Light Heavyweight Championship!!! Introducing the challenger, she hails from Dublin, Ireland. She stands at 5’11” and weighs in at 190 lbs…representing the Syndicate…“The First Lady of WFW” ATHENA!!!
(The lights flicker for a moment then fade out. Leaving the fans in complete darkness as an uncomfortable hush falls over the crowd. A low whispering sound of wind can be heard, suddenly the Bad Omens theme kicks in as a black light fills the arena, after a few second Athena makes her way out as images of the "Daughter of Darkness" are shown on the large Titan Tron over head. Athena is dressed in her normal ring attire, All black leather, thigh high boots, hot pants, a sleeveless jacket top. She strikes her pose by placing her hands on her hips then looks to the left and then to the right before heading to the ring. Athena makes her pass the fans barely looking at them as she keeps herself focused. Once at ringside Athena climbs the steel step and steps over the middle rope to get inside. Once she is in the ring Athena begins to walk around the ring pacing back and forth with her eyes locked on the entranceway waiting for her opponent. The lights return to normal.)
Jack O’Hara: Coming down the aisle next. He hails from parts unknown. He stands in at 5’9” and weighs in at 206 lbs. He is the WFW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “The Masked Luchadore” EXCURSION!!!
Fireworks shoot across the stage of the entrance area as the arena is put into darkness. This darkness is full, there are no little lights on in the arena it is in utter darkness, then a slow breath can be heard on the Speakers as a large X appears on the WFW-Tronn that looms over the entrance. In a voice that gives ever country hick and piece of trailer park trash a chill down there spine, you hear the word "Excursion". "Room to Breath" by Project Wyze begins to beat throughout the arena, as the music reaches the climax a man with a long robe and a hood walks into the arena. As the crowd reacts the man, who is Excursion with the Light Heavyweight title on his shoulder. Excursion, walks down the ramp and towards the ring. He climbs in between the ropes and stops in the middle of the rings. A moment passes when suddenly he throws off the robe revealing himself underneath and holds the title over his head. Pyros accompnay this action as the circles in the centre of the ring as the crowd once again reacts.
Michaels: It’s a rematch from two weeks ago, and Athena looks angry.
Lang: Damn right she’s angry!!! Oh wait, there she goes!!!
(Athena goes right after Excursion, nailing multiple forearms across his back and the side of his ribs. She picks him up by the hair and irish whips him into the ropes. Excursion rebounds and is caught by a clothesline from Athena. She picks him up and whips him into the corner, followed by another clothesline to the champion. Athena irish whips him to the opposite corner and runs after him, but Excursion springboards off the turnbuckle and hits the incoming Athena with a dropkick!!! Excursion gets back up and stomps on Athena’s back a few times before picking her up. Excursion lifts her up and drops her with a vertical suplex. Excursion pulls her up again and whips her into the ropes. She rebounds and is turned upside down with a perfect picture hurricanrana from Excursion!!! Excursion sets Athena up in an armbar and applies pressure. Athena refuses to tap out as Excursion releases the hold. Excursion tries to pull her up but she low blows him, hoists him up and drops him with the Athena Bomb!!!)
Lang: She did it again!!! Just like last time!!! Just like last time!!!
(Athena picks up Excursion and tosses him head first through the ropes to the outside. Athena exits the ring as well, but Excursion is up and clotheslines her quickly. The ref goes to the outside and tries to get Excursion to take it back into the ring. Athena then jumps up from the behind and nails Excursion in the back of the head. Excursion falls forwards, knocking down the ref and forcing him into the guardrail!!!)
Michaels: Uh oh…the ref’s out. Anything can happen now!!!
(Athena grabs Excursion and drops him with a body slam. She kicks at his head a few times and taunts the crowd. At the same time, Excursion gets back up and clotheslines her over the guardrail and into the stands!!! The security guards allows some space for the two wrestlers to fight as Excursion drops Athena face first into the floor with a bulldog!!! Excursion stalks Athena, waiting behind her. She gets up, turns around and is met with a flying headscissors by Excursion!!! Excursion tosses Athena back to ringside and heads to the apron. He signals to the crowd and springboards off the ropes with an asai moonsault, but Athena rolls out of the way. Excursion leands on the floor and holds his ribs in pain, trying to regain the breath that was knocked out of him.)
Michaels: Excursion went back to his luchadore roots for that move.
Lang: Yeah, but for that high risk, he paid dearly for it. Just as much as I paid for that stripper I met last night.
Michaels: …
(Athena rips the protective mat off the ringside floor and punches Excursion. She picks him up and irish whips him right into the steel ring post!!! Excursion is busted open and a stream of crimson liquid flows down his forehead. Athena rolls Excursion into the ring, sets him up and drops him with the Ambrosia!!! BUT WAIT!!! Down comes asylum!!! asylum rolls into the ring with a chair and hammers Athena in the back!!! Athena falls through the ropes to the outside from the force of the chairshot. asylum follows and drags her over to the announce table)
Lang: HEY!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? WE DON’T SPEAK SPANISH HERE!!!
(asylum signals to Excursion, who hops onto the top rope and flies off. He hits the Dark Gift on Athena through the table!!!)
Michaels: OH MY GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THAT MOVE!!!
Lang: WHO CARES ABOUT THE MOVE, DAMMIT!!! THERE GOES OUR DESK!!!
(asylum picks Athena up and rolls into the ring. WAIT AGAIN!!! Hades comes out through the crowd and hops over the guardrail. He grabs asylum tosses her over the top rope. He follows her and gives her the Hell Razor on the part of the arena floor that was stripped!!! Excursion then sneaks up behind and tries for the JaloopA but Hades reverses it and turns it into a front suplex, dropping Excursion on the guardrail. Hades picks up Excursion and drags him over to the Spanish Announce Table. He sets Excurision up and puts him through the table with the Hell Razor!!! Hades picks up Excursion and tosses him into the ring, where Athena locks him into the Parthenon!!! Hades wakes up the ref who goes into the ring and checks on Excursion, who’s out cold. The ref drops Excursion’s hand three times and signals for the bell.)
Jack O’Hara: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, AND THE NEW WFW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, ATHENA!!!
(The camera cuts to the WFW-tron, where new Co-Prez Young is sitting behind a desk, leant forward on his elbows. Behind him, in his makeshift office are two flags one American, and one carrying the WFW logo. On his desk, between his elbows and his nameplate rests large black briefcase.)
Co-Prez Young: Listen up, kiddies. I’m having this piped into all the locker rooms as well, so that everyone hears me. It’s big announcement time. While Co-President Shoe and I were doing some early spring cleaning, I came across this briefcase here. In it resides something that everyone in the WFW covets more than anything, gold titles. In particular…
(Co-Prez Young stands up, leans over and unlocks the briefcase, opening it to face the camera. Inside, sitting on black velvet are two WFW title belts.)
Co-Prez Young: Some of you may recognize these as the long vacant WFW Tag Titles. Starting next week, at Uprising we are gonna have ourselves a little tournament to see who gets to take these home. Its gonna start with 8 teams and end at our next pay per view, Deadly Games. All tag teams have 24 hours to throw your hats in the ring, so to speak. After 24 hours, if I don’t have 8 teams, I’ll start assigning teammates. And do you really want me to do that? Didn’t think so. Co-Prez Young signing off.
O’Hera: Our next match is for the WFW Extreme Championship! Entering the ring first, the challenger. He is “The Threat” Shane Brandon!
The lights dim for a mere moment, before an explosion of pyro casts the arena in a fiery red glow. "Revolution" by the Neurotic Outsiders blares over the arena loudspeakers, as Shane Brandon, lead by a beaming Hoss Titan, steps through the entrance curtain. Shane is met with a barrage of jeers, yet it does little to phase him as he walks to the ring with an arrogant grin and attitude. As Brandon enters the ring, he does few stretches and shakes his head from side to side much like a like boxer in preperation for the battle ahead.
Now coming to the ring, The World Fantasy Wrestling Extreme Wrestling Champion, Bloodshed!
The lights dim down throughout the arena as silence takes over the crowd. Suddenly "Burn" by The Cure hits the speakers accompanied by a light show all around the entranceway. Bloodshed appears from behind the curtains and wastes no time by running down and sliding into the ring as the crowd cheers him on. Quickly the music fades away as the lights return to their normal brilliance.
(The lights go out. "The Wretched" by NIN begins to play as a thunderstorm invades the titan tron. A highway is seen and it is flying by. The clouds are dark, as lightning illuminates the arena. The end of the highways appears to be coming........the clouds begin to join in two spots on the screen, the road disappears, and a pair of eyes are glaring. The eyes have strands of hair dangling in front of them. The shot pans out, as a face is formed. But there is no mouth and no nose. only curly black hair covering up peircing blue eyes. Suddenly the eyes disappear as a mouth is shown.)
Man: Mystery, suspense, THE UNKNOWN! It is what the people love, it is what the people fear, and it is what the people will come to respect.
(The mouth dissolves into eyes again. They look to the left and to the right. They flare open and get wider as they vanish, the mouth pops back into the shot, once again.)
Man: Extreme is what the people love these days. Hardcore violence is what they crave. They love the blood, the sweat, the pain, JUST AS MUCH AS I DO! No one in WFW has had a true passion for wrestling in quite some time. The love is gone, only the hatred remains. The loathing of the other person, the disliking of the other group, the DESIRE, the GREED, the THIRST of POWER! I smell it....
(The mouth goes as a nose is shown, the eyes come back and then the mouth.)
Man: I am for you see, a hunter, just like you, just like everyone. I yearn for respect, and I have a taste for gold. Everything in this life is a war, no matter how big or how miniscule. That ring is a jungle, a battle ground, and I am the ultimate gamesmen, and the most delectable prey. WFW, you have just laid eyes on the man that will turn this federation on it's ear. I am vengence turned to flesh, I am insanity embodied, I am THE AnimaL!
(The hair begins to go further and further away as an Ankh appears, the eyes are on the horizontal line, and the nose and mouth are on the vertical. The hoop is filled with the thunder storm from the beginning as the shot slowly fades to black as the song ends.)
The bell rings, and the two men square off. Bloodshed runs after Brandon and lands a clothesline. Brandon immediately gets up again and the two start going blow for blow. Brandon suddenly flings Bloodshed into the ropes, and lands a dropkick on the return. As Bloodshed lands on the outside, Brandon steps through the ropes to meet him.
Michaels: Here we go…
Bloodshed throws Brandon into the steel steps and immediately goes under the ring, looking for a weapon. He pulls out a table and begins setting it up.
Bloodshed is unaware that Brandon is waiting behind him. When he finally does turn around, Brandon prepares to powerbomb him, but Bloodshed grabs his knees and is able to reverse it. The fans let out a cheer of approval as Brandon hits the table with a loud crash.
Lang: That’s what I like to see!
Michaels: Amen.
Bloodshed gives him no time to recover, as he immediately picks him up and throws him in the direction of the ramp on the entry way. Brandon staggers to his feet, and the two men battle it out again. Brandon punches Bloodshed several times, dazing him. Beandon backs up several feet, and runs toward Bloodshed again, spearing him off the ramp and onto the concrete floor.
Lang: HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT?
Lang: What a move by Brandon!
As both men stagger to their feet, Brandon spots a laddar leading up towards one of the upper parts of the seats. Brandon slowly climbs the ladder, and beckons Bloodshed to follow. When both men are on top, the two start battling it out. Going punch for punch, Brandon gains the advantage and hurls Bloodshed from the platform to the concrete floor! With Bloodshed lying helplessly on the ground, Brandon uses the laddar to pus off. He lands a leg drop to Bloodshed’s face. He goes for the cover and the refferee counts 1…2…3!!!!!!!
O’Hera: The winner of this match, and NEW WFW Extreme Champion, SHANE BRANDON!
The refferee raises Brandon’s hand in victory as his music hits.
Lang: Heh, since both men are layed out outside the ring, let’s go right to O’hera for our next match!
(The camera cuts to a shot of Ravage’s uncle Frankie Giovannetti and his cousin, Leo “The Hammer” sitting in the front row.)
O’Hara: The next bout is for one fall, and is a TLC Match! First, coming to the ring, weighing 195 pounds, from Baltimore, Maryland, “the biohazard” ASYLUM!
(The arena goes dark as Rob Zombie’s “Superbeast” starts to play. On the screen a red biohazard symbol flashes across the screen against a black background. The symbol gets smaller until it is revealed to be inside the eye of asylum. When half of her face is revealed she gives a sly and evil grin. There is an explosion following and the screen flashes with video of asylum punishing previous victims. asylum then walks down the ramp, fists clenched, ready to spread her unique brand of pain. She walks by a ladder at the base of the ramp that’s already set up and picks up a chair sitting by the steps. The fans give her a mixed reaction as she slides into the ring. She looks readies the chair as she looks toward the entrance.)
O’Hara: And her opponent, weighing in at 257 pounds, from Washington, D.C., “The Phenom” RAVAGE!
The arena goes pitch black, except for the camera flashes here and there. "No You Don't" by the Nine Inch Nails begins to blare from the speakers as the cheers from the crowd increase. On the WFW-tron, the red-lettered words 'FEARLESS', 'PHENOM', then 'RAVAGE', strobe in between clips of past action and matches. As the music reaches its peak, the lights come back on to reveal Ravage standing directly behind asylum. The music quickly cuts off as Ravage taps asylum on her shoulder. She turns around, sees Ravage, and swings her chair wildly. He ducks it, and sweeps her feet from underneath her. The ref calls for the bell. Ravage goes to pounce on her, but asylum whacks him in the forehead with the chair. He stumbles backwards as asylum gets up.)
Michaels: Calling this a grudge match would be an understatement. They went after each other before the bell even sounded!
Lang: Hopefully, the intervention The Syndicate had with Ravage knocked some sense into him. Otherwise, asylum looks to be glad to do it herself.
(asylum he walks over and rams the chair into Ravage’s gut, driving him back into the turnbuckle. She starts to lift the chair up once again to deliver another crushing blow, but Ravage uses the turnbuckle to lift himself up and kick the chair into asylum’s face! She falls to the amt and drops the chair in the process. Ravage rushes over and kicks the chair out of asylum’s reach, bounces off the ropes and drops a quick elbow on her. He gets up and grabs a handful of asylum’s dark red hair, pulling her up with him. He goes to whip her into the ropes, but pulls her back at the last second to deliver a brutal lariat that sends asylum right back down on the mat. “The Phenom” looks out into the sea of people, who shower him with ‘boos’. Ravage takes his time going over to the ropes and flipping over them, and landing onto the ramp-side of the floor. He picks up a table and starts to lean it against the ropes, but before he can maneuver it into the ring, asylum runs over and baseball slides, kicking the table hard into Ravage’s face. He drops onto an unopened table laying on the ground, and the one he was holding falls on top of him. asylum makes her way onto the nearby top turnbuckle and looks down at the Ravage sandwiched between the two tables.)
Lang: What the hell is she thinking about doing?!?!?
Michaels: It looks like she’s going to give Ravage her own brand of TLC.
(asylum leaps off the turnbuckle and coming down with a leg drop onto the table on top of Ravage. The table cracks as “the biohazard” slides off holding her leg. Ravage convulses a couple of times as the crowd starts a chant of “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit…”. asylum stands up slightly favoring one leg and removes the two pieces of table from on top of Ravage’s body. She bends down and picks him up as he slowly starts to come to. asylum shoves him back into the ring head-first. She hobbles over and grabs another chair, tossing it over the top rope before rolling back in herself. She continues to roll until she’s on top of Ravage. She delivers a couple of punches to his face before getting up. Limping considerably less, she gets Ravage to his feet and whips him into the corner. He just slumps down as asylum picks the steel chair back up and opens it to the seated position. She measures it out and places it sideways, about four feet away from the corner. She backs up to the diagonal corner and raises her arms up and down a couple of times to get the crowd into it. They respond with more cheers. She runs full speed toward the chair; suddenly Ravage comes to life, runs and springs off the chair, spearing asylum hard onto the mat! He lays on top of her for the pin. The ref counts, 1..2..Ravage pulls asylum off of the mat.)
Michaels: He had the match won; what’s he doing, trying to prove a point or something?
Lang: No, he’s giving her HIS own brand of TLC.
(Ravage grabs asylum’s head with both hands and slams it repeatedly onto the mat before getting to his feet. He pushes the wet black hair out of his face as he looks around. Ravage drops down and rolls out of the ring, on the same ramp-side as before. He pushes the remaining debris out of the way and picks up the undamaged table he previously was laying on. He unfolds the legs and sets it up at the base of the ramp. Ravage then dives under the ring apron and pulls out a ladder. He opens the ladder up and sets it right in front of the ring. Facing the ring, as he climbs up, he looks at asylum, who is slowly making her way over toward him. Ravage talks trash to her, inciting asylum get out on the apron and get on the opposite side of the ladder. They both get to the top and starts throwing punches, but Ravage gets a quick advantage and grabs asylum’s head, slamming it down on the top of the ladder. She sways a bit, but holds onto the rungs. Ravage climbs over a bit and pulls her up higher; he puts her arm around his shoulder as he pulls asylum half way over the top of the ladder. He pulls her all the over and top, and drops back off the ladder, superplexing asylum through the set up table. Pieces of the table fly everywhere as the fans are in awe.)
Michaels: That sadistic Ravage!
Lang: All of that’s legal. You didn’t call asylum sadistic when she hit that leg drop on Ravage.
(Both wrestlers lay there for a minute, motionless. Ravage gets up first, though seemingly having a problem standing. He kicks some of the pieces of table away and lifts asylum to her feet. He pulls her by her hair, then tosses her back into the ring. He rolls back in himself, and immediately goes for the pin. The ref counts, 1…2..kickout! Ravage sits back on his knees; pulling his hair out is disbelief. He gets up and climbs back out of the ring. He walks up the ramp and grabs the ladder that set up before the match started. He closes it up, and brings in down, tossing it over the top rope and sliding back in the ring. Once in the ring, Ravage picks the ladder back up and drives it into asylum’s gut. He then lays it down on her lengthwise. He runs toward the corner and goes for a double-springboard frog splash. As he leaps off toward asylum, she thrusts the ladder up, smacking him hard in the face. He kind of stands dazed for a second before collapsing to the mat. asylum gets up with a look of determination on her face and marches over to where “The Phenom” lay. She picks him up, and quickly drops him back down with a Whirling Dervish. Now, its asylum’s turn to roll out of the ring. She lifts up the apron, pulls out another table and shoves it into the ring. She puts the aprons back down and climbs back in. As soon as she is in, asylum gets up and props the table up in one of the corners. She goes over and delivers a couple of well-placed boots into Ravage’s abdomen before yanking him up and positioning him against the table. After grabbing and setting up the ladder that was still in the ring, asylum starts to climb up the side facing Ravage. After gets climbs a couple of rungs, Ravage makes it to his feet, and stumbles over to the ladder; he starts climbing up the other side. Once they both get to the top, they begin trading punches like before. But this time, asylum gets the advantage, causing Ravage to almost fall off the ladder. She slams his head onto the top of the ladder, and he collapses over the partially over the top. Asylum grabs his arms as she prepares to end the match with a Straight Jacket off the ladder. Ravage quickly gains consciousness and reverses The Straight Jacket into The Silencer and leaps off the ladder, bringing asylum with him. They land on the mat with a big thud and lay still for a moment. Ravage rolls himself over, pushes asylum onto her back and flops an arms over her chest. The ref counts, 1…2…3! He calls for the bell.)
O’Hara: The winner of this TLC match, RAVAGE!
(As the ref holds Ravage’s hand in victory there’s some commotion ringside. Frankie and Leo have climbed over the barricade and made their way into the ring. Frankie goes over and gets a mic from Jack O’Hara. Ravage turns around and watches things unfold. )
Frankie: asylum, I hope you can hear me, you bitch! We had an agreement. You cripple my nephew Ravage and I don’t turn your gym into a parking lot. Nobody goes back on an agreement with Frankie, nobody!
(Frankie and Leo begin to stomp away at asylum’s limp body as the crowd starts a “Ravage, Ravage, Ravage…” chant. He looks out at them and then storms over to his uncle and cousin. He hits Frankie with a Light’s Out and then kicks Leo in the gut, dropping him with a Silencer. Ravage looks down at asylum and picks her up. He raises her arm to the approval of the fans, then quickly hits her with a vicious clothesline. The audience showers him with ‘boos’ again. He rips of his trademark black spandex t-shirt, revealing his very muscular tattoed upper body. He throws his shirt down hard at asylum’s face as he stares at her in disgust.)
(The camera fades to an outside scene, where a limozine pulls up. The driver gets out, and opens the door. Out comes Hades, his title draped over his shoulder.)
(Immediately afterwards, the camera goes back inside to Lancer’s locker room, where he is seen pacing back and forth getting himself ready for the upcoming match.)
Lang: I can’t wait for that title match! It’s going to be great!
Michaels: Yeah, but now we have bigger things to look farward to. Let’s go to the ring!
O’Hara: The next match is the “Powers-That-Be” Match, and is scheduled for one fall. First, weighing 245 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, accompanied by Ex-President Franklin, representing Franklin’s group, MR. SANDMAN!
(“Enter Sandman” begins to pound out of the speakers as blue and purple strobe flash all over the arena. Fog creeps out of the entrance as the fans give a mixed reaction. Seconds later, Ex-president Franklin steps out of the fog, his arms raised in the air. Mr. Sandman is right behind him as they make their way down to the ring. Mr. Sandman slides in while Franklin uses the steps. They talk to each other as they wait their opponents.)
O’Hara: And his first opponent, weighing in at 290 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, accompanied by President Shoe, representing The Syndicate, REVOLUTION!
("Uplift" by Pantera fills the arena, as the crowd gets on their feet. President Shoe walks out of the isle way to a huge chorus of ‘boos’, followed soon by Revolution, who gets a mixed reaction. They walk down the isle way together, and enter the ring. After a moment the music fades away and Revolution stares at Sandman and then towards the entrance, awaiting his next opponent.)
O’Hara: and their final opponent, weighing 290 pounds, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, accompanied by Adam Masterson, representing Operation: Mayhem, UNFORGIVEN!
(The lights slowly fade to black as Disturbed's "Down With The Sickness" blares on the arena sound-system. The fans immediately look to the entryway, hoping to see a new face. To there surprise, however, there is not a soul to be found. As they begin to look at each other in complete dismay, the camera zooms in on the rafters looming over the center of the ring. There stands a fairly large man with cold, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a matching goatee. Wearing a wife-beater, cargo pants, and Adidas shoes(all of which are black) he steps onto a small platform and lowers himself down to the ring. Adam Masterson is on the platform as well. Upon touching down with the ring the men, who are Unforgiven and Adam Masterson, step off the ramp and takes in the cheers of the fans. The music slowly fades away now.)
Michaels: This match will go a long way in determining the true power of this federation.
Lang: As long as I get my paycheck, I don’t care.
(The ref calls for the bells as Shoe, Franklin, and Masterson leave the ring. Unforgiven and Sandman both go after Revolution. Rev tries to fight both of them at the same time by taking turns trading punches with each. Sandman goes for a clothesline, but Revolution ducks its, causing Sandman to hit Unforgiven instead. Unforgiven and Sandman get into a shoving match as Revolution stands back and watches. Unforgiven whips Sandman into the ropes and upon his return, hits him with a jumping knee that puts Sandman on his back. Revolution closes in on Unforgiven and drops him with a reverse ddt. Rev gets up and starts stomping away at Unforgiven, who rolls out of the ring to get away. Revolution turns his attention to Sandman, who hits him with a low blow. Sandman quickly climbs up the turnbuckles and has a seat on the top. When Rev turns around, Sandman grabs him in a headlock and leaps off, connecting on a tornado ddt. He goes for an early pin attempt. The ref counts, 1..2..Unforgiven dives back into the ring and pulls Sandman off of Revolution. Sandman stands up and gets in Unforgiven’s face, giving him a piece of his mind. Unforgiven responds by punches him and dropkicking Sandman over the tope rope. Unforgiven goes over and picks Rev part of the way up, giving him an elbow to the back of the head that drop him. Unforgiven does it again, not letting go of Rev’s arm the whole time. He finally lifts Revolution up to his feet and puts on a bear hug. Rev cries out, but reverses the bear hug into an over-the-head belly-to-belly suplex. Revolution pulls himself over and goes for the pin. As the ref gets into position to count, Sandman gets up on the apron and quickly gets onto the top turnbuckle. The ref counts, 1…2…Sandman flies over dropping an elbow to the back of Rev’s head, breaking up the pin attempt.)
Michaels: If things keep going like this, no one will win this match.
Lang: Don’t worry, Revolution will make light work of these chumps soon enough.
(Shoe, Masterson, and Franklin are shown rooting on their respective person. Sandman picks up Revolution, only to get driven into the corner hard. Rev drives his shoulder into Sandman a few more times before setting him up on the turnbuckle in a “tree of woe” position. Before walking back a few steps, he lays in a couple more boots to him for good measure. Rev then runs at Sandman and goes for a baseball slide kick, but Sandman pulls himself up at the last second, forcing Revolution to slide crotch-first into the pole. Sandman gets himself into position and hits a quick knee drop onto Revolution’s chest. Unforgiven comes up and shoves Sandman away, then holding onto the corner ropes, starts stomping away at Revolution. Sandman puts his hands on his hips for a second, then charges over to Unforgiven. He whips Unforgiven toward the opposite corner and as he bounces off, Sandman locks on the Nighty-Night Sleeper! The ref comes over to check for the submission. Unforgiven looks to be fading fast, until President Shoe gets up on the apron. He starts yelling at the ref, allowing Rev time to get up and kick Sandman in the head, forcing him to release Unforgiven. Sandman immediately gets up, only to run right into The Trendkill! Revolution hooks the leg for the pin. Shoe directs the ref to turn around. As he does Franklin comes around the corner and yanks Shoe off the apron. Now they art trading punches. Back in the ring, the ref counts, 1..Unforgiven dives to break it up. Revolution gets up irate and Unforgiven gets to his feet at the same time. Rev hits Unforgiven with a headbutt, and follows with a Manhattan drop. He then notices the commotion on the outside of the ring and rolls out to get a better view. Revolution grabs Franklin from behind and shoves him away; he checks on Shoe to make sure he’s ok. Franklin runs up behind Rev, but he turns around, making Franklin turn and go back to his corner. In the ring, Unforgiven is punishing Sandman’s chest with some wicked knife-edge chops that drive him into the corner. The crowd “whoooo”s after each one. Once in the corner, Sandman kicks Unforgiven in the gut and hops up on the turnbuckle, ready to give Unforgiven a tornado ddt this time. Unforgiven connects on a European uppercut that leaves Sandman dazed and starts climbing up the turnbuckles himself. He stands on the top turnbuckle and lifts Sandman up by grabbing him around the neck. Right as Franklin makes it back around the corner, Unforgiven hits a Depths of Hell chokeslam to the outside with Sandman landing right onto Franklin. Sandman and Franklin fall into a pile as Unforgiven uses the barricade to get to his feet.)
Michaels: Oh my god! Unforgiven tried to kill Sandman and Franklin at the same time.
Lang: Well, two birds with stone…
(Masterson comes over and helps Unforgiven gets to his feet and as they talk, Revolution leans over the ropes to talk trash to them. Unforgiven leaps up and grabs Rev’s head, hitting him with a stun gun that sends him stumbling back. Masterson pats Unforgiven on the back as he climbs back into the ring. As soon as he steps between the ropes, he runs and goes to spear Revolution, who’s still holding his throat, but Revolution hits him with a desperation Hell’s Wrath. Outside, Sandman slowly untangles his body from Franklin’s and stands up. Rev gets up and shouts at Unforgiven to stand; when he does, Revolution puts him on his shoulders, pauses for a second, then hits Unforgiven with a Death Rattle! Sandman woozily gets up on the apron and climbs the turnbuckles once more. Revolution flips over and flops onto Unforgiven’s body for the pin. Before the referee can count, Sandman leaps off the turnbuckle and goes for a frog splash onto the two men. Rev moves out of the way at the last second, causing Sandman to land on Unforgiven, inflicting more damage. Revolution shoves Sandman out of the ring once more and falls back onto U for the pin. The ref counts, 1…2…3! The bell is rung.)
O’Hara: The winner of this match, REVOLUTION!
(After the match, Masterson rolls in the ring. He walks over to Unforgiven, and helps him up. The crowd cheers their heroes...as Masterson hits Unforgiven with a clothesline! The crowd lets out a sudden burst of boos. President Shoe rolls in the ring, and hugs Masterson, as the crowds boos grow even louder. Revolution stands by, watching as they embrace in the ring, obviously not pleased. He taps Masterson one the shoulder. Masterson turns around, as the two stare each other down. At the same moment, they turn and attack Shoe! Franklin stands on the outside, laughing. Sandman is in the corner, just watching things unfold. Masterson and Revolution high five each other in the middle of the ring, to mixed reactions.)
Lang: Whoa! What the heck is going on here? Rev and Masterson back together again?
Michaels: I guess so...Hey what's Sandman doing? He just got a chair
from Franklin...
(Sandman slowly walks towards Masterson with the chair. He raises his arms, ready to smack him! The crowd grows loud during this, as Masterson turns around. Sandman drops the chair, and hugs Masterson! The three stand in the ring, raising their arms high to a nice reaction! Shoe rolls on the outside, and gets a microphone.)
Shoe: REVOLUTION! I knew you'd turn on us! You're not a corporate man! You are nothing but a lousy punk! That is why I elisted some special outside help. ANIMAL! GET OUT HERE!
("the Wretched" by Nine Inch Nails plays, as a man with black wavey hair comes running out! The fans begin booing the scar and tattoo covered man, simply because he is employed by President Shoe. He slides in the ring, and faces the three superstars. Shoe gets in the ring behind him.)
Shoe: Go! Get him!
(AnaimL nods to the three, turns, and lays out Shoe! The crowd erupts!)
Revolution: Powers that be? WE ARE THE POWER! The Underground has risen once again the WFW, and there is nothing the Syndicate, operation: Mayhem, or even God himself can do about it!
Sandman: Why do you think I mysteriously came back here? Do you think
Franklin contacted me? Ha! No. I got a call From my old pal
Revolution...he had this brilliant idea...
Masterson: Yeah, I got the same exact call. When I heard that voice
again, I knew what he had planned...
AnimaL: And it all came together. I left the CWF, and I decided to help Revy in his little plan...
Revolution: That plan? Become the new Dangerous Intentions. You may remember...Anson Drake, The Chosen One, Post, Nick Kelly. They ran amuck here. When I heard Adam was going into EPIC Wrestling, I said no friggin way. When I heard AnimaL was retiring...no friggin way. I heard Mr Sandman was sitting at home, jobless. No...friggin...way. Nothing can stop us now...
("Children of the Grave" by White Zombie blares out of the speaker system. They walk backstage. The camera focuses on Lang and Michaels. They are staring blankly at the camera.)
Lang: So...let me get this straight...Revolution, Masterson, Mr Sandman, and this AnimaL guy are now one group? The Underground?
Michaels: I guess so.
Lang: So...where does this leave The Syndicate? And operation: Mayhem? They both lost a man...
Michaels: Meh. Think of it as the expansion draft...
Lang: Oh...Wait! So...Kristi...and Rachel...will be with each other all the time now! Wooo!
Jack O’Hara: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is an I Quit Match for the WFW Heavyweight Championship!
(The camera shows a WFW Heavyweight Title graphic on the screen then pans to the entrance.)
Jack O’Hara: Now making his way down the aisle. He hails from San Diego, CA and is the master of the Katahajime…he is…CHRIS LANCER!!!
(The cameras spin around the arena as the lights dim. The lights begin to flicker on and off as "Triple Threat" by Nas hits the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers. Smoke fills out of the entrance way and Chris Lancer steps out and stands at the top of the ramp. He takes a sip from his bottle of water and throws it behind him while looking at the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. Lancer walks over to the corner on the opposite side of the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He raises his arms into the air as thousands of flashes appear from the audience. Pyro shoots from the two turnbuckles on his left and right side, into the rafters. A single spotlight shines on Lancer for a few seconds before the lights go back to normal and the music slowly fades.)
Jack O’Hara: And his opponent, the reigning WFW Heavyweight Champion, HADES!
(The lights flicker for a moment then fade out. Leaving the fans in complete darkness as an uncomfortable hush falls over the crowd. A low whispering sound of wind can be heard, suddenly Hades theme kicks in as a black light fills the arena, after a few second Hades makes his way out as images of the "Master of Pain" are shown on the large Titan Tron over head. Hades dressed in his normal ring attire, dark brown leather trench coat, black leather pants, and boots. He carries with him the trademark gold plated kendo stick in his right hand. Hades makes his way down the isle way paying no attention to the fans as he remains focused on the task at hand. Once at ring side Hades rolls under the bottom rope then kneels up near the center of the ring. Hades takes a look around before standing up. He take a few steps back to place himself in the middle of the ring where he shoots his right arm up into the air holding the kendo stick up high, with that, a huge bang goes off as the lights return to normal. The camera moves in for a close up as Hades removes his coat and hands the kendo stick to a stagehand. Hades wears a pair of elbow length fingerless gloves that hides this elbow pads and stops just blow his bi-ceps. The cameraman moves in for a closer look, we get a clear look at Hades blue cat like eyes. Hades then returns to the middle of the ring where he waits for his opponent. )
Lang: This shall be quite the competition! It is a match long in the waiting. I’m not the only one who is wanting to see this go down!
Michaels: I think everyone wants to see these two titans tango.
Lang: It will be hell!
(Hades and Lancer step into the ring as referee Brandon Howard rings the bell and the match begins. The two stare each other down. They then begin to throw punches. Hades! Lancer! Hades! Lancer! Then, Hades locks Lancers’ head into a front side headlock. He grinds the head under his arm. Lancer then pushes him off, and whips Hades into the ropes. In returning, Lancer nails Hades with a vicious clothesline. Lancer nails a quick elbow drop. Then another! And a third! Then, when he goes for a fourth, Hades moves. Lancer and Hades both reach their feet and lock up. Hades overpowers Lancer, and hits him with a DDT. He then grabs one of Hades’ legs, and begins to kick him in the tricep area. The fans cheer as Lancer ascends to the second rope, and nails Hades with an impressive leg drop. Lancer then locks on a leg lock. Hades desperately reaches for the ropes, yet can not make it. After thirty seconds, he scrapes his way, and grabs hold of the ropes. Referee Brandon Howard makes Lancer release the hold. Lancer, then, gets up. He then pulls Hades to his feet. Hades kicks him in the mid-section, and executes a snap mare takeover, from there, he locks on a sitting-up sleeper hold. With the crowd cheering for Lancer, he makes it to his feet with Hades still holding onto the sleeper. Lancer elbows Hades twice in the side, the whips “The Master of Pain” into the ropes. In returning, Hades spears Lancer to the mat. He then ascends to the top rope. The fans cheer as Hades goes for a knee drop. But, at the last second, Chris Lancer moves out of harm’s way. Both are slow to get to their feet. Lancer is up first, and hits a snap suplex, and then locks on a headlock. Hades quickly grabs the ropes. Lancer releases the hold and begins to furiously kick Hades in the ribs. Hades rolls out of the ring, but Lancer quickly follows. As Hades lies defenseless on the floor, Chris Lancer pulls up the mats exposing the bare concrete. Lancer picks up Hades, but Hades kicks Lancer in the mid-section and suplexes him onto the concrete! Hades, then, proceeds to jump into the ring and pulls some wire cutters from his tights. He walks around the ring stripping the top turnbuckles of their pads. Hades proceeds to exit the ring and gets into Lancer’s face, and punches him viciously in the face. He then pulls Lancer up and DDTs him on the bare floor. Hades then throws him back into the ring, and enters, himself. He guides Lancer to the turnbuckles and gets ready to slam his face into the bare buckle. He pulls Lancer’s head back, but as he tries to slam his head into the turnbuckle, Lancer kicks him in the groin, and grabs his head. Lancer slams his head in the bare buckle. He walks around the ring hitting Hades’ head with each bare turnbuckle! Hades is now bleeding profusely. Lancer throws him down in the ring, and tells the referee to ask him if he quits.)
Brandon Howard: Hades, do you quit?
Hades: Na-no!
(The fans cheer as the match continues. Lancer grabs the microphone which the referee was using, and bashes Hades in the face. He hits him twice more before throwing down the microphone. Hades tackles Lancer to the ground while Lancer was looking the other way. Both men are slow to get to their feet. Hades is the first to recover. He slams Lancer’s head on a bare turnbuckle a few times, which causes Lancer to begin to bleed. He then puts Lancer’s head in between the top and middle ropes, picks up his legs, and swiftly kicks him in the groin. Hades then slams Lancer’s face a few more times in the turnbuckle, and wraps his legs and arms up in the corner. He then grabs a chair lying ringside, and hits Lancer with it, repeatedly. After about four or five shots, he begins to choke Lancer with the chair. He pulls Lancer out from the turnbuckle, and sets him up for a piledriver. Hades holds it for about seven seconds to let the blood rush to Lancer’s head. He then slams his head to the mat. Hades, then, locks on a figure four leg lock, and tells the referee to ask Lancer if he quits. The referee grabs the microphone, as the crowd is silent with anticipation.)
Brandon Howard: Lancer, do you quit?
Chris Lancer: NEVER!
(The crowd explodes with cheers, and Hades cannot believe his eyes. Hades tightens the hold. Lancer looks as if his legs were being broken off, and screams, but does not give up. He holds the figure four for an entire minute, and when most men would have given up long ago, Lancer holds it. Lancer tries to reach the ropes, but fails. He finally flips the hold, and Hades quickly grabs the ropes. Lots of damage has been done to Lancer’s legs by now, and Hades signals the camera. Then, from the backstage area, Athena runs down and grabs Hades’ gold plated kendo stick. Then, from the back, Lara races down and tackles Athena. Referee Brandon Howard expels them from the ringside area. Hades aims to hit Lancer with the kendo stick, but at the last second, Lancer grabs ahold of it, and pulls it away from the Master of Pain. And nails him over the head with the kendo stick! Lancer proceeds to hit him with the kendo stick a few more times before throwing it in the crowd. He picks up “The Master of Pain” and dropkicks him back to the mat. Lancer picks him up once again and slams his head on the bare turnbuckle. He signals the referee.)
Brandon Howard: Hades, do you quit?!
Hades: NO!
(Lancer pulss Hades up, but while doing it, recieves a low blow. Hades powerslams him. He proceeds to lock on the camel clutch. He holds it, and Lancer attempts to battle out, but cannot. He switches to a nerve hold on the neck/shoulder pressure point. Lancer fights it, but fails at getting out. He reaches for the ropes, but cannot make it. Finally, Lancer reaches the ropes, and Brandon Howard forces Hades to release the hold. Hades gets in Howards face, but while turned Lancer hits a desperation german suplex. He then locks on a sharpshooter. Hades powers out and locks on a sharpshooter of his own. Lancer reaches the ropes, but Hades falls to the ring exhausted. Brandon Howard looks baffled. Both slowly get up. Hades give a punch! Then Lancer! Then Hades! Then Lancer! Hades hits a jawbreaker, and both fall to the ground. Brandon Howard asks Lancer if he quits at the request of Hades’ mumbling.)
Brandon Howard: Lancer, do you quit?
Chris Lancer: NEVER!
(Hades it first to his feet, and with Chris Lancer still on the mat, begins slaming his head on it. He pulss Lancer up, and clotheslines him back onto the mat. He goes to the outside and fetches a chair. By the time he is back in the ring, Lancer is to his feet, but quite dazed. Hades swings the chair, but Lancer ducks, and kicks him in the groin! This causes him to drop the chair. Lancer then hits the Final Impact on Hades directly on the steel chair! Chris Lancer tells the referee to ask Hades.)
Brandon Howard: Hades, do you quit?
Hades: Yes, I QUIT!
(The fans explode, and Chris Lancer falls into a turnbuckle. Lancer’s music begins to play as Brandon Howard hands him the WFW Heavyweight Title Belt. He raises it high into the air, and begins to walk up the ramp.)
Michaels: WHAT A NIGHT! LANCER IS CHAMP! AND HADES IS OUT OF LUCK! FANS, WE WILL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK FOR UPRISING!
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