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Match 1: Winner gets a shot at a title of their choice except UWE Championship
Lynch(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Damon Synn(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Wolf Renegage(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Haven(Will add image ASAP)

Match Writer: Greenbean

As the referee signals for the ring of the bell, the match begins. Wolf Renegade, Lynch, Damon Synn and Haven all stand in opposite corners, eyeing each other. Damon Synn, the biggest of the four, tries to get the action started, running at Wolf Renegade. However, Renegade takes Synn down with a drop toe hold. Haven tries to super kick Lynch, but his foot is grabbed and Lynch throws it back to the ground. He is expecting the second kick to follow from Haven, ducking it, but does not expect the third and gets clobbered across the jaw. Haven is subsequently blindsided by a shoulder charge from Synn, which knocks him out of the ring.

Synn, however, turns around and is hit with a dropkick from Lynch that knocks him out of the ring as well. As Synn and Lynch get back to their feet, Haven takes them right back down with a top rope cross body. All three men are laid out around the middle while Wolf Renegade stands, waiting, on the turnbuckle. Renegade moves to the ropes by the other three outside and waits for them to rise to their feet. When they do he dives off the ropes, knocking all three men back to the ground.

Hugh Reynolds: Nice move their by Wolf Renegade.

Bobby Moroso: Yeah, that kid can sure has the moves.

Hugh Reynolds: Like he's busta moves or something

Bobby Moroso: What?

Hugh Reynolds: You heard.

Bobby Moroso: …

Hugh Reynolds: You know, instead of Busta Rhymes.

Bobby Moroso: …

Hugh Reynolds: Whatever!

Renegade now tries to hit a stinger splash on Damon Synn in the corner, but Damon moves. While Renegade has fallen on his on his knees, holding his stomach, Synn hits him with a wicked kick to the chest, followed by a kick to the back of the head that makes Wolf collapse, face first, to the mat. Damon finishes it up with a bicycle kick to the neck and shoulders of Renegade.

Hugh Reynolds: Very impressive.

Bobby Moroso: Yeah, Damon Synn can get it done as well.

Synn rolls Renegade over for the pin...

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Kickout! He barely even gets a two count. A sickening thud is heard as Haven tosses Lynch onto the floor with a release German Suplex. The fans react with an “Ooooh” to the nature of the suplex. Haven gets back into the ring just as Damon Synn is setting Renegade up for a Superplex. Haven joins Renegade and Damon Synn on the top turnbuckle and lifts Synn up even higher for a Super Back Suplex while, at the same time, Damon Synn takes Wolf Renegade over with the Superplex. Renegade crashes down hard on his back and his momentum carries him out of the ring while Synn and Haven are down in the ring, Synn on his back and Haven on his stomach.

For a while nobody’s moving, until a revived Lynch makes his way to the top turnbuckle. He turns in position for a frog splash, he leaps up and lands a splash on Synn and going for a pin...

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Kickout! Lynch stands up, his ribs hurting slightly from that move, but does not see Haven approaching behind him. Haven chooses not to wait for Lynch to notice him and hits him in the back with a dropkick that sends Lynch face first into the second turnbuckle. Haven then sees Damon Synn getting back onto his feet, charges at him and clotheslines him over the top so hard that both men go flying over!

Back into the ring gets Wolf Renegade, he grabs Lynch at the perfect moment...H.A!!! Wolf Renegade could steel it here with both other opponents outside...

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Schumacher: Here is your winner...Wolf Renegade!

[Greenbean]

Match 1: Winner gets a shot at a title of their choice except UWE Championship
Lynch(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Damon Synn(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Wolf Renegage(Will add image ASAP)     Vs     Haven(Will add image ASAP)

Match Writer: Greenbean

As the referee signals for the ring of the bell, the match begins. Wolf Renegade, Lynch, Damon Synn and Haven all stand in opposite corners, eyeing each other. Damon Synn, the biggest of the four, tries to get the action started, running at Wolf Renegade. However, Renegade takes Synn down with a drop toe hold. Haven tries to super kick Lynch, but his foot is grabbed and Lynch throws it back to the ground. He is expecting the second kick to follow from Haven, ducking it, but does not expect the third and gets clobbered across the jaw. Haven is subsequently blindsided by a shoulder charge from Synn, which knocks him out of the ring.

Synn, however, turns around and is hit with a dropkick from Lynch that knocks him out of the ring as well. As Synn and Lynch get back to their feet, Haven takes them right back down with a top rope cross body. All three men are laid out around the middle while Wolf Renegade stands, waiting, on the turnbuckle. Renegade moves to the ropes by the other three outside and waits for them to rise to their feet. When they do he dives off the ropes, knocking all three men back to the ground.

Hugh Reynolds: Nice move their by Wolf Renegade.

Bobby Moroso: Yeah, that kid can sure has the moves.

Hugh Reynolds: Like he's busta moves or something

Bobby Moroso: What?

Hugh Reynolds: You heard.

Bobby Moroso: …

Hugh Reynolds: You know, instead of Busta Rhymes.

Bobby Moroso: …

Hugh Reynolds: Whatever!

Renegade now tries to hit a stinger splash on Damon Synn in the corner, but Damon moves. While Renegade has fallen on his on his knees, holding his stomach, Synn hits him with a wicked kick to the chest, followed by a kick to the back of the head that makes Wolf collapse, face first, to the mat. Damon finishes it up with a bicycle kick to the neck and shoulders of Renegade.

Hugh Reynolds: Very impressive.

Bobby Moroso: Yeah, Damon Synn can get it done as well.

Synn rolls Renegade over for the pin...

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Kickout! He barely even gets a two count. A sickening thud is heard as Haven tosses Lynch onto the floor with a release German Suplex. The fans react with an “Ooooh” to the nature of the suplex. Haven gets back into the ring just as Damon Synn is setting Renegade up for a Superplex. Haven joins Renegade and Damon Synn on the top turnbuckle and lifts Synn up even higher for a Super Back Suplex while, at the same time, Damon Synn takes Wolf Renegade over with the Superplex. Renegade crashes down hard on his back and his momentum carries him out of the ring while Synn and Haven are down in the ring, Synn on his back and Haven on his stomach.

For a while nobody’s moving, until a revived Lynch makes his way to the top turnbuckle. He turns in position for a frog splash, he leaps up and lands a splash on Synn and going for a pin...

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Kickout! Lynch stands up, his ribs hurting slightly from that move, but does not see Haven approaching behind him. Haven chooses not to wait for Lynch to notice him and hits him in the back with a dropkick that sends Lynch face first into the second turnbuckle. Haven then sees Damon Synn getting back onto his feet, charges at him and clotheslines him over the top so hard that both men go flying over!

Back into the ring gets Wolf Renegade, he grabs Lynch at the perfect moment...H.A!!! Wolf Renegade could steel it here with both other opponents outside...

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Schumacher: Here is your winner...Wolf Renegade!

[Greenbean]

Match 2
       Vs        Paradox(Will add image ASAP)

Match Writer: JD Suffolk

Schumacher: The following contest is a tag-team match-up and is for the UWE Tag-Team Championship

“Gods gonna cut you down”  begins to play on the sound system as the lights dim and a spotlight shines on the stage. Before we know it, The Saints, Gabriel and Michael walk out from the back and stand at the top. Both are wearing white, hooded sleeveless shirts and looked well prepared for the upcoming match. They both begin to walk down the ramp, both with their heads lowered, suddenly Michael runs towards the ring; sliding under the bottom rope while Gabriel remains at the centre of the ramp way . Simultaneously both men drop to their knees as if to prey. Putting their hands together they begin to mouth some words.

Schumacher: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-five pounds… Michael and Gabriel… THE SAINTS

With that introduction, Gabriel looks to the sky and outstretches his arms, causing a white explosion to occur both behind him and from the four ring posts surrounding his brother Michael. Both men then jump to their feet and Gabriel too makes him way to the ring. They remove their hooded shirts, throw them to ringside and proceed to bounce on the ropes waiting for their opponents.

The Arenas lighting shuts down and the whole place comes to an abrupt silence. After a few seconds of pure darkness, the titantron switches on revealing psychedelic lights and images and at the same time 'Divine Moments of Truth' by Shpongle hits the PA system. The song starts off slow and eerily and as it begins to play a single green light glows in the centre of the stage and a heavy smoke starts to billow out from the same spot.

Schumacher: And their opponents… Introducing first… from Ipswich, England… weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds…………… PARADOX

As the smoke rises; we see a silhouette of a person, its our entering superstar. As the entrance theme kicks in, the calm and eerie intro changes into a more upbeat tempo and a green flash explodes down the ramp as Paradox starts to make his way towards the ring. Slowly walking down amongst the green mist he goes from side to side offering to touch the hands of the fantastic crowd. He reaches the base of the ring before coming to a holt and just stands there staring at his two opponents while his music stops.

“Be Yourself” hit’s the PA system and Krzysztof appears on the stage. He raises his arm as he walks down to the ring before stopping halfway down.

Schumacher: And his partner… from Temecula, California… weighing two hundred and five pounds… KRZYSZTOF

He stands there and flexes his muscles as his partner Paradox watches from just down in  front. Suddenly a figure comes running out from the back and charges at Krzysztof who has no idea. CRACK… Krzysztof goes down! He’s just been jumped for no reason at all by a mystery assailant. Paradox looks shocked, he’s so shocked he doesn’t even move. Krzysztof is having the crap beaten out of him.

Suddenly Michael Saint rolls out of the ring before delivering a spinning back fist on an unaware Paradox. He turns; a little dazed and confused into an elbow to the face. He drops to his knees, but is soon picked up by Michael who rolls him into the ring to have his big brother continue the assault.

The bell sounds, this match is going to happen regardless of what just occurred.

As the masked superstar is struggling to get up; Gabriel runs over and delivers a few stomps to the chest before nailing one final stomp fight onto the face. He gets down on the ground and locks in the crossface, Michael climbs the nearest turnbuckle. Paradox’s foot in on the bottom rope, The referee tells the older Saint to release him, but he doesn’t listen. He begins to count to four, he gets to three and lets go. Michael comes down with Gods Marching Band. Damn that has got to hurt. Both brothers stand there watching Paradox wriggle in pain, the referee walks over and tells them that one of them has to leave the ring. Gabriel pats his younger sibling on the back and leaves the squared circle.

Michael again picks up Paradox and holds him. He’s all over the place and things don’t look to get any better as Saint unleashes a string of jabs on the already beaten individual. He swings him into the ropes and as he comes back Michael plants a dropkick, he raises him again this time hitting a snap suplex.

Bobby  Moroso: Looks like these two have the titles in the bag

Hugh Reynolds: Nothing is certain until the final bell sounds

Michael walks over to the corner and tags in his brother. Gabriel enters the ring and heads towards the downed Paradox, he lifts him to his feet but out of nowhere Paradox delivers a hard uppercut knocking Gabe into the air and flat on his arse. Gabriel doesn’t like this and gets straight back up, charging at Paradox he attempts a flying forearm. It connects and both men are now down. It turns into a grounded brawl with Paradox coming out on top and mounting Gabe. He proceeds to pummel Gabe with lefts and rights, Gabe’s face is taking a beating. Paradox gets up and pulls Saint up with him. He hit’s a belly to belly suplex and straight after lands the hook, line and sinker.

While Gabriel is down, Paradox climbs the turnbuckle. He’s attempting a frog splash… he launches himself, but Michael enters the ring and moves him brother to safety. Paradox lays there clutching his stomach, he must be in a lot of pain. Michael leaves the ring as Gabe gets back to his feet and grabs his opponent, he hits an atomic drop, followed with a standing dropkick and as Paradox falls backwards he hits into the referee.

The ref is down, both Saints are now in the ring attacking Paradox. They stomp and knee the downed superstar while no-one is there to stop them. Paradox grabs the foot of Gabriel and pushes him back, he gets to his feet and throws a hard right at Michael. He stubbles backwards and it caught by his brother. Paradox is fuming, he’s shouting at the two, telling them to **** bring it!

They run at him, one after the other, and one after the other Paradox knocks them down. The referee begins to come round and Michael leave the ring. Gabriel and Paradox stand face to face arguing with each other. Gabriel says “Gods gonna cut you down”, Paradox replies by saying “Gods on my side”. They trade punches before Gabe finally gets the upper hand. He launches Paradox into the furthest turnbuckle and turns to approach his brother. He points up, then points to Michael as if to say “God wants you to get this victory”, they tag.

But unknowingly to either brother, when Paradox was Irish whipped  into the corner, he jumped on the second turnbuckle and launched himself back again. As the tag is made Paradox comes running and connects a hard right to the back of Michaels head. He falls down, a little out of it. Paradox grabs Gabe and pulls him into the ring, he has him down on his front, he grabs his arms and puts his foot onto the back of his head. GOODNITE VIENNA… Gabriel’s head smashes onto the canvas and that’s it, he’s gone. Paradox kicks him out of the ring onto the ringside floor.

Turning round, Michael is already back up he catches Paradox unaware and locks in the CyC, he taunts the crowd before finishing the move… He hits it… and covers

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Paradox kicks out, how the hell did he do that? Paradox looks messed up, he’s so lucky to still be moving let alone wanting to fight. He struggles to get to his feet and extents a hand to Michael, but as Michael reaches out Paradox grabs the hand and pulls himself up. He pulls him closer, turns round so that Michaels front is to his back. He hooks the leg and lifts… BANG…

TNM… TNM

Paradox doesn’t go for the cover, instead he climbs the turnbuckle one more, and once again he’s going to try for the frog splash.

He nails it… followed by a quick cover...

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Schumacher: Paradox is the winner!

Paradox takes both titles and holds them up, somehow and someway he's taken the win as he quickly leaves the ringside area, still in shock.

[Greenbean]

Match 3: Street Fight
       Vs       

Match Writer: Sting268

Schumacher: “Ladies and Gentlemen the next match up is scheduled for one fall and it is under street fight conditions meaning anything goes!”

The camera zooms out to the stage as "Lights Out" blasts throughout the arena as fans rise to there feet, mostly booing the man they are about to see. Fans jam together to get harsh words in when he walks out, but he awaits in the back for a few more moments. The curtains then get pushed aside as James walks out from the back through a chorus of boos from the fans in the arena. He walks across the stage, stopping at the ramp to have a look around, smiling as he does so. As he continues to smile, he begins to walk down the ramp.

Schumacher: Making his way to the ring. Weighting in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds...he hails from Augusta in the state of Georgia he is  James "The Krusher" Jowers!

He looks around once more, as he places his foot on the first step, and then the second until he is on the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckles, placing his left foot on the second, and right on the top. He stalls here, looking around for a third time, still with a cocky looking smirk on his face. After he is done, he places his right hand on the top rope, and hops over into the ring where he walks around, taunting fans as he awaits the arrival of his opponent Callos Callos.

Schumacher: “And the opponent!”

“I've Gone Slightly Mad” by Queen bursts through the speakers and the crowd once again get to their feet but this time cheering for the man that is about too step through the curtain and the camera pans around the arena and then cuts to James J in the ring who is just shaking his head with that same cocky grin on his face. The camera then cuts back to the stage as Callos Callos steps through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp crouched down and starts slowly making his way to the ring crouched the entire time. Looks around into the crowd as if he is studying them trying to figure out what they are.
 
Schumacher: “Weighing in tonight at 210lbs and standing at five feet and six inches, he hails from the deadly and unexplainable Bermuda Triangle this issssssssssss Callos Callos!!”
 
Callos climbs onto the ring apron hanging onto the top rope and post and looks to the ceiling and then back to the ring before launching himself over the top rope rolling into the opposite corner and crouches staring across the ring at his opponent James J.

The ref keeps both men apart and goes over the rules and out of instinct checks them for hidden weapons and then signals for the bell and the match is under way and straight off it is clear this won’t be a proper match as immediately both men start pounding each other with hard right hooks and left jabs as James picks Callos up and slams him down on the mat and continues pounding away as Callos covers his head and the hitting James in the temple with a quick jab of his elbow which staggers James causing him to drop backwards off of Callos who takes advantage and gets up and starts stomping away on James’ head.
 
Callos hops back into the ropes and drops a knee onto James’ head and then puts him in a sleeper hold, James is looking very dazed but still manages to get to his feet and hits Callos in the stomach a few times then lifts him off the mat and drops him down to the mat while holding on and going down with him, James gets up and brushes his hair away from his face and then stomps on Callos a few times and picks him up and sets up for a suplex but Callos blocks it and James clubs him on the back a few times in response and then whips him into the corner.

James then charges at Callos and rams his knee into his stomach he then places Callos’ head under his arm and runs forward attempting a bulldog but Callos counters and throws him off as James leaps into the air which causes James to crash down to the mat very hard and he clutches his neck and rolls out of the ring as Callos adjusts his tights and paces around the ring and then crouches down and waits for James to stand up and then runs into the ropes and bounces off of them and runs and then launches himself between the top and second ropes straight onto a surprised James J and the impact causes James’ back to smack hard against the barricade and James’ arches his back as Callos gets up and shakes his head around as the crowd let out a huge cheer.

Callos then picks James up and drags him over to the corner steps and smacks his head on them several times busting James open across the forehead, as the blood slowly drips down his head James elbows Callos in the ribs and then smacks his head into the steps a few times and Callos staggers away and James goes after him and starts punching him in the face and Callos punches back as they make their way up the ramp a step further after each punch.

Callos kicks James in the gut and backs up a bit and then runs at him but James picks him up and flips him over his head causing Callos to land back first on the steel ramp as Callos writhes around on the ramp James wipes the blood away from his eyes  and throws his head back to get his hair out of the way and then picks Callos up by the head and cups the back of Callos’ head in his head and starts walking up the rest of the ramp and walks over to the entrance way and smacks Callos’ head against the framework of the staging.

Hugh Reynolds: These two guys really do battle hard, which makes for dangerous results.

Bobby Moroso: It makes my hair on my neck stand, I love them fighting!
 
But as he goes for it one more time Callos counters and whips him away and James manages to stop himself before he goes off the stage and balances himself takes a deep breath and then turns around into a kick to the face from Callos which staggers him and Callos starts wailing on him with various other kicks to the midsection and then he delivers a reverse back elbow to the side of James head who then stumbles back and disappears off the stage out of view of the camera receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd full of both cheers and shock.

A quick cut to another camera shows that James landed in a pile of cables and is still looking dazed as Callos cautiously makes his way down the ramp and hops off and walks over to where James landed, as he reaches him he goes to pick James up but James whacks him over the head with one of the cables as Callos stumbles back James wraps the same cable around Callos’ throat and starts choking him with it as the crowd boo heavily but James just blocks it out and with the cable still wrapped around Callos’ neck picks him up and drags him over towards the side of the stage and the camera follows them and catches up with them and shows James pounding away at Callos who still has the cable wrapped around his neck.

James then lifts him up by the cable and looks off to the side and a grin comes across his face he starts to run towards the stage dragging Callos behind him and he suddenly releases the cable and the momentum sends Callos crashing head first through the side of the entrance stage as all the crowd can hear is glass shattering from the impact.

The camera pans to the stage as Callos is shown lying in a heap inside under the ramp with broken glass all around him and the cable just barely hanging off his neck.  And then pans back to James who is grinning and he walks over to Callos and carefully avoiding the glass drags him out by the foot which makes Callos unconscious body to slide against the glass cutting his back up as the camera shows his head pooring out blood from the impact and James goes for the cover...

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Kickout! As Callos very slowly gets his arm up too the shock of the referee the crowd and to James J. James punches Callos in the head again and then gets up and walks off out of view of the camera Callos starts to stir when the a strange sound is heard as Callos gets to one knee it becomes apparent the sound is that of a revving engine.

Suddenly James comes flying from backstage on a quad bike making a beeline for Callos who just barely manages to jump out of the way and James hits the break just before crashing into the crowd he turns the bike around and charges for Callos again and out of nowhere Callos spins around and clotheslines James off the quad bike at speed and James flies off the bike and lands on the concrete on his back hard as the bike crashes through another section of the stage and sparks fly out from under the stage as a result and the titanscreen’s image cuts out.

Callos walks over to James and goes to pick him up but James elbows him in the cut and runs off backstage with Callos in pursuit as the cameras follow after them, Callos walks through some curtains and heads past some backstage crew and then past the gorilla position yelling out for James J as he wipes blood away from his eyes as Callos staggers around out the back he keeps yelling out for James and then shoves open a door a few screams are heard from some female workers, Callos without saying a word walks off and carries on his search he stops when he hears James call out he turns around and James is down the hall beckoning him.

Hugh Reynolds: This is ridiculous, it's stupid!

Bobby Moroso: It's awesome, I love it.

Hugh Reynolds: Get the police here and arrest these two crazy son bitches, this isn't wrestling, they don't belong in a ring, they both belong in a mental institution.

Callos obliges and runs down the hall and James walks behind a wall as Callos reaches the end he looks around for James then James comes up from behind and smashes a fluorescent light tube over Callos’ head  as Callos drops to the floor James stomps on him and then picks up a blue plastic garbage bin that was off to the side and dumps its contents over Callos and then smacks it over his back and goes for another cover but this time onle gets a one count from the referee before Callos kicks out, frustrated James walks over to a table where some wardrobe ladies are shown mending outfits for other performers, James picks up a staple gun off the table as the ladies run off and he starts randomly injecting staples into Callos’ back.

James then throws the staple gun on the floor and grabs Callos’ head and smacks it on the table and Callos slumps to the floor James picks up a glue gun that is still plugged in and is heated up he first presses the heated end against Callos’ face and Callos yells out in anguish and then James looks at the gun and then at Callos’ gaping wound on the top of his head James then presses the gun against the wound burning and then pulls the trigger glue slowly pours out of the end and onto the open Wound on Callos’ head as Callos is now screaming in pain James tosses the gun aside and lifts Callos up and sets up for a suplex aiming for the table and lifts him up but Callos fights back and lands on his feet  he then lifts James up and slams him through the table with a spinebuster a move that James himself often uses.

Callos starts trying to rip the glue off his head making him bleed more, while he is doing that James slowly gets up and clubs on the back and the runs off and Callos gets up and chases after. James is heading for the main entrance of the arena when Callos catches up to him Callos grabs James by the hair before he can open the door and pulls him away and drags him over to the concession stand and smacks his head on the counter  and then walks around and holds James head in front of the cash register he then presses a button and the draw flies open smacking James in the head and he drops to the floor clutching the side of his head as more blood is now covering his face.

Callos then walks over to the other side of the counter and grabs a drink and takes a gulp and waits for James to stand up and then spit the drink in James’ face and into his eyes as James staggers away. Callos goes after him but James elbows him in the gut, Callos goes for a clothesline but James ducks it and turns around then spears Callos through the Main Entrance doors to the outside.

Breaking the glass and bending the frames of the doors on their way through the momentum causes James to roll off of Callos and onto the road, he gets up and off the road just as a car narrowly missed hitting him. James brushes his hair out of the way and turns around and Callos is gone, Callos yells at him and James looks up and Callos dives off a set of stone steps from eight feet up onto a surprised James. 

Callos rolls off of James and grabs his knee as it smacked on the concrete from the impact as James rolls around clutching his ribs and James now appears to have blood coming from his mouth aswell as his forehead. Both men slowly get up Callos with a noticeable limp punches his leg to get some feeling back and then runs at James but his knee gives out and he drops to the ground James sees this and stumbles over and starts stomping on Callos injured knee as Callos tries to push him away

James keeps stomping on his knee and then goes over to a large bin and picks it up and then drops it onto Callos’ knee causing its contents to spill onto the path, James picks Callos up and drags him over to the edge of the road as Callos is basically hopping now and James throws him onto the road as cars dodge around him Callos manages to roll out of the way onto an opposing path and James waits for an opening in traffic and runs across the road to where Callos is trying to stand up James picks him up and whips towards a concrete wall but Callos instinctively jumps onto the wall and off and in mid motion spins around delivers a vicious enziguri to James and lands hard on the ground and attempts a cover but there is no referee insight.

Callos looks around clutching his knee and sees something and slowly gets to his fist once again punching his leg and then limps off as James starts to stand up and goes after Callos. He catches upto him and goes to club him in the back but Callos turns around and blasts him in the face with a fire extinguisher as James stumbles back trying to clear his vision from  the contents of the extinguisher being blown in his facewhen  Callos clubs him across the back with it, Callos grabs James left arm and lays his hand open on the ground he then takes the extinguisher and smacks it against James fingers as James Screams out in pain and grabs his hand and gets up and staggers off with his hand shaking. Callos goes after him as the camera follows after them as far as it can go as James walks down the road and out of sight again Callos follows after him and also disappears from sight.

Bins can be heard fall over and dogs barking as it seems both men have stumbled into an alleyway, suddenly a limping Callos can be seen dragging James by the hair and smacks his head against a wall, Callos is making his way back to the arena with James in his grasp he lands a few punches to James’ head and then a few kicks as James stumbles towards the delivery bay of the arena James staggers up the stairs and is now back inside the arena with Callos close behind and the crowd can be heard in the distance going nuts, a cut to another camera and both men are now somewhere in the back hallways, James holding his hand close to his midsection is running as Callos is trying to keep up with him despite his injured knee

Callos catches upto James but James kicks his injured knee and walks off through some curtains as Callos drops to the ground another camera cut and James is now back in the main arena area near the stands he walks passed the ramp and Callos is seen slowly making chase as James heads back for the ring and reaches it and climbs under the ring as Callos gets passed the ramp to find James has disappeared again the crowd is trying to tell Callos where he went eventually Callos points to under the ring and they let out a huge cheer Callos cautiously walks over to the ring and lifts up the apron and looks around but can’t seem to find him, the crowd screams as James has come out from the side and smacks a steel chair across Callos’ back before he can react.

James smacks the chair against Callos’ injured knee and then tosses the chair aside, he picks Callos up and whips him towards the steps causing Callos’ back to smack against them, James drops to one knee from exhaustion as Callos is now trying to use the barricade to help him stand up. James looks under the ring again pulls out a table and gets a cheer from the crowd something he is not use to. He carries ot over to the side of the ring and sets one end up on the apron and then lifts it and lays the other side across the barricade

James walks around to where Callos was but now he has disappeared James heads back to the table and looks under the ring but Callos round the other side and ducks under the table and stands up behind James, James turns around and Callos  lifts James over his head and lets him drop through the via a belly to belly suplex. Callos goes for the cover but James manages to just get his shoulder up at 2 Callos then stabds up picking James up and then rolls James back into the ring and starts looking around under the ring tossing random objects into the ring like street signs, a kendo stick and a baking tray.

Callos then slides back in the ring and stands up and walks over still limping and grabs the kendo stick he looks at it and then walks over to James and smacks it across James’ back until it splinters breaks into several pieces, he then picks up a big stop sign and smacks that on James’ back who manages to crawl to the corner and sits up right in it only to have Callos smack him across the face with the sign, Callos pulls each of James’ legs to the side and then places the stop sign in front of his crotch, he then hobbles over to the opposing corner and points at James and runs and drops to the mat doing a baseball slide into the sign bending it in half from the impact into James’ crotch. James screams out and his eyes rolls back into his head as he slumps over and kicks the mat as Callos gets up and raises his fists in the air.

Callos then walks over to James and picks him up and to a standing position he then lifts him up so he is sitting on the top turnbuckle then starts to climb the ropes aswell and signals for a hurricanrana jumps up and lands on James shoulders and goes to roll back but James counters it into a sitout powerbomb and calls the ref over for the count but Callos just manages to kick out just before the referee’s hand touched the mat for three

James falls back exasperated and frustrated and pounds the mat with his fists, he then gets up and grabs the referee by his shirt and yells at him before shoving him down causing the ref’s head to bounce off of a bottom turnbuckle knocking him out. James kicks the bottom rope in frustration and then starts to uncover all the top turnbuckles but Callos gets up and stops him as he was finishing exposing the second one by hitting him on the back with a forearm, both men appear to be very exhausted but still manage to keep trading punches back and forth.

James rakes Callos’ eyes and then kicks him in the groin, James grabs Callos’ head and starts smacking it against the exposed turnbuckle and sees the tag rope and ties it around Callos’ hand leaving him stranded in the corner as James walks over to the unconscious referee and pulls his belt off James folds the belt in half and walks back over to Callos and starts whipping him across the back with the belt, he then wraps it around his hand making sure the point of the buckle is sticking out and starts punching Callos in the head causing more blood to stain the mat, Callos kicks at James wildly to knock him away and manages to get a kick to the midsection winding James.

Callos yanks on the rope and then rips his arm free as the rope tears off the post, Callos...WALKS INTO A JAMES CUTTER!!!! AFTER ALL THIS PUNISHMENT IT'S FINALLY OVER...

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Schumacher: Here is your winner...James J!

Jowers damn near collapses in the middle of the ring on top of his beaten opponent, but he manages to remain on his feet long enough to brag a little longer before slowly making his way to the back.

[Greenbean]

Match 4
       Vs       Chris Horton(Will add image ASAP)

Match Writer: Greenbean

Lights dim slightly as Live Forever by Soulidium comes over the speakers, Blue laser lights flash all around the entrance way crossing over each other as smoke fills the stage Polycke steps through the smoke and looks around the arena and cracks his neck and raises his fists into the air.

Schumacher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWE **** Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and seventy three pounds...James Polycke!

He then walks down the ramp at a steady pace and hops up onto the apron & puts one leg through the ropes taking one last look around the arena and then steps through. Hen then walks to the centre and raises his fists again and brings them down to his sides and grins before stepping over to the corner and taking his coat off and waits for his opponent.

"Isolation" by Alter Bridge  begins to play over the PA system as the arena lights go out, instigating instant disdain from the fans, as they boo the man that they know is going to be stepping into the arena in a few short moments. As the intro grows, the booing does, and as the first verse starts, the ‘Horton sucks’ chants begin, along with other slander.

As the verse begins the man himself steps through the curtain; clad in his long, black and red ring pants, and a long black and red trench coat. He hears the reaction from the crowd, and simply smirks before holding his arms up above his head. His posing is met by more hatred. He arrogantly smiles, before beginning his walk down to the ring…

Schumacher: And his opponent and challenger, he comes to us from Manchester, England, and weighs in tonight at two-hundred-and-thirty-seven pounds...Please welcome, CHRIS HORTON!

Just the mere the mention of his name causes more booing, as Horton now slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and has a look around the crowd, smugly smiling to himself as he soaks in the reaction. He enjoys being hated, it is clear to see on his face. He then raises his arms once more, to generate more hate from the UWE fans in attendance. The arena lights then return to normal, as Horton throws his long trenchcoat at the ring hands. The King of Awesomeness then crouches down in the corner, eagerly awaiting the start of his match as the music cuts.

As soon as Chris is ready to fight, he gets clotheslined right over the top ropes by James Polycke and now James begins to beat his opponent all the way up the entrance ramp. Polycke then slams Horton’s head into one of the barriers he then grabs a warning sign off the same barrier and smashes it over Horton’s head several times he then lifts Chris up and ddt’s him on the ramp, Polycke gets up and taunts the crowd and receives many boos in return he then lifts Horton up and whips him into the side of the ring he then walks down and shoulder drives Chris against the ring some more before whipping him into the stairs he picks him up and whips into the barricade and charges but Horton ducks and Polycke flies over the barricade into the crowd who go nuts, Horton follows him into the crowd as they start to fight in the crowd Polycke stumbles towards the tiers and Chris follows James Polycke, who makes his way onto some scaffolding.

Horton makes his way up aswell both men trade punches as they each move closer to the edge, Horton sidesteps a punch and goes for a clothesline but Polycke ducks it and as Chris turns around Polycke delivers a spear that sends them both over the edge and through the staging next to the production table, the referee rushes over as the crowd is chanting "Holy sh*t, holy sh*t".

Bobby Moroso: Erm...ouch?

Hugh Reynolds: Y'think?

Neither of them are moving the trainers check them out…a few moments later the crowd goes loud as both men come stumbling up to their feet, trading blow for blow, Polycke delivers a knee to the gut of Horton and grabs him by the hair and drags him over to the barrier and bounces his head off of it as Chris Horton leans back and stumbles around in a daze, Polycke goes to set him up for a DDT but Horton pokes him in the eyes and stumbles down to the ring and rolls into the ring.

Horton then dropkicks Polykce inside the ring and starts to stomp on him a few times and then lifts him up and whips him into the corner, Horton charges him but is met with a forearm as Chris staggers backwards, he turns round into a clothesline as Polykce starts to work himself up. He picks Horton up and whips him into the ropes and delivers another clothesline then another and another till he is psyched up he then signals for his finisher and lifts Horton up for the POLAR EFFECT...but as he goes for it Horton squirms out of it and pushes Polycke, who turns around to Chris Horton-CRYING LIGHTENING!!! Horton covers...

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Schumacher: Here is your winner, and NEEWWW UWE **** Champion...Chris Horton!

Horton, being booed by the fans, returns to UWE Pay-Per-Views with a bang, winning a championship here.

[Greenbean]

Match 5: Last Man Standing
       Vs       

Match Writer: Greenbean

The lights dim out as "God's gonna cut you down" by Johnny Cash begins to play.  A cross with JDL written on it appears on the Big Screen as a spotlight slowly shines on the entrance curtain.  JDL Appears with his hands folded in front of him and looking down at the ground as if he's praying.

Schumacher: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the UWE Prime Time Championship and is a Last Man Standing Match! Introducing first the challenger, from Biloxi, Mississippi, weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds...JDL!

After a few moments he looks up placing his hand by his side and slowly walks down the ramp slowly eyeballing the fans on his way to the ring.  He slides in the ring and does the father, the son, and the holy ghost type cross motion as he moves to his corner and awaits for the match to begin.

The lights flicker frantically, before shutting off completely around the arena. With the lyrical introduction to “I’m Not Jesus” hits, the lights flicker back on, all green. That is with the exception of one spotlight which shines on Seth Mullen, who is on one knee at the top of the ramp, he wears a black jacket with a hood, as it covers him completely.

Schumacher: And his opponent, from Lowell, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds, he is the UWE Prime Time Champion...Seth Mullen!

Mullen quickly rises up and rips his jacket off, revealing his ring attire as the windbreaker flutters to the ground. He waltzes to the ring, taking his time as he grins wide at the fans who absolutely **** loathe him for what he’s done. Mullen, now at ringside, jumps onto the ring apron, entering through the second and third ring ropes.

JDL tries to get the jump on Seth Mullen while the official is holding up the Championship by coming charging at him-WHITE OUT!!! SETH MULLEN JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF RIGHT AWAY!!!!! JDL's eyes roll up into the big of his head as Mullen lets out one hell of a roar, not impressed with JDL, who could probably be on the floor for over a minute here.

Mullen now climbs out of the ring then pulls a limp JDL underneath the bottom ropes, he's not done with him, not by a long shot as he grabs the head of JDL and just rams him into the turnbuckle post, cracking his skull in the process. Seth then finds a steel chair from underneath the ring apron and blasts JDL right in the face with it, busting him open instantly as Seth Mullen has this match over more or less before it's begun.

Hugh Reynolds: Gotta admit, I never saw this one coming.

Bobby Moroso: Seth Mullen is a beast!

Hugh Reynolds: This is one of the few times I'll ever side with Mullen, but he's against these preaching bastards, so here's to him.

Seth now gets JDL back up to his feet and hip tosses him right into the barricade infront of the UWE fans, who seem solidly behind Seth Mullen for this one time only too. Mullen crouches down to JDL and says: "you're finished" as he now strips the announce table to it's clear basics, with one thing on his mind.

Mullen now puts JDL up onto the announce table as he joins his opponent on the table, which seems quite shaky, but is able to hold their weight and now Seth picks JDL up and hoists him onto his shoulders-THE GLASS CEILING!!!! Mullen just drove him through the table and probably shattered at least a few bones in the process!!

Seth seems to have hurt himself a little then, but nowhere near what he hurt JDL as he looks at the official aggresively and yells: "now count him!" The ref has no option but to count and Seth stands, smug over his prone opponent in one of the most one sided Pay-Per-View matches in the history of UWE...

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Schumacher: Here is your winner, and STTIIILLLLLLLLLLL UWE Prime Time Champion...Seth Mullen!

Not a scratch on his body not a drop of sweat broken. Seth Mullen snatches his championship belt, holding it up high as he then leaves the ringside area, not even paying attention to the destruction he's laid in on JDL.

[Greenbean]

Main Event: 30 Minute Ironman Match
       Vs       

Match Writer: Greenbean

Numb by Linkin Park hits and the entire arena goes black as the buzz of the fans grows louder. a blue light shines on the crowd and a few flames form a semi circle on the stage around a dark figure whom the fans cant see.

Schumacher: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the UWE Championship! Introducing first, from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds...Wildcard!

As he walks forward for every few steps he takes on each side of the ramp a similar blue flame lights. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp the lights come on all at once revealing Wildcard. He slides under the bottom rope and goes straight to his corner to await his opponent.

The screen fades to black. Then the word CAUTION! hits the screen, This word fades away and the sentence "The Funk Might Fracture Your Nose" flies onto the screen. We fade to the arena...

Schumacher: And the opponent, from Rock Hill, South Carolina, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the UWE Champion...Jools Kingdom!

Blue And Yellow Fireworks Fly Across The Arena And Kingdom Comes Through The Curtains With His "The Funk Might Fracture Your Nose" Shirt On And A Pair Of Black Sunglasses. He Now Puts His Arms Up At The Same Height As His Shoulders. He Now Runs Down To Ringside Slapping The Hands Of Fans.

30:00: Into the ring comes Jools Kingdom, charging at Wildcard after that attack on Showdown, Jools is furious at his opponent as he dives at Wildcard, but the man regarded as many as one of the best pure wrestlers in the business is able to reverse his opponent in mid-air. Jools Kingdom however is able to spin over with Wildcard before his number one contender can mount him and now it's the UWE Champion who is on top of his adversary, firing away with a flurry of right hands, really connecting with each shot as the official tries restraing Kingdom, but he's not listening.

After five or six stiff rights from Jools, he lets up ever so slightly, giving Wildcard the chance to roll from underneath his opponents grasp as he desperately tries getting back up but he's greeted immediately with a toe kick to the ribs from Jools Kingdom, who keeps his advantage as he continues hitting right hands on Wildcard, this time they are a lot more deliberate and a lot slower inbetween shot as he now has Wildcard backed up against the turnbuckle pads in the corner.

Hugh Reynolds: Wow, Jools Kingdom has started this match like a house on fire and shows now signs of burning out yet.

Bobby Moroso: Seriously? We're twenty seconds into a thirty minute match. Ever heard of the story of the race between a hare and a turtle?

Kingdom now pulls his arm right back and just lights Wildcard up with a heavy knife-edge chop, he then winds back once more and hits Wildcard so hard that this time it causes him to come completely off his feet and drop onto his ass. Showing no mercy, Kingdom drags his opponent up forcefully and pulls him into the middle of the ring as he then scoops Wildcard up and slams him down hard onto the mat, reassuring his dominance so far. Kingdom now attempts a pinfall...

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As the UWE Champ returns, Wildcard tries a scoop slam of his own but Jools manages to float over the top of Wildcard and as Kingdom lands Wildcard spins around quickly, only to recieve another kick to the mid-section, which this time is followed by a swinging neckbreaker as Wildcard instantly grips the back of his neck, Jools walks on his knees towards Wildcard and spins him onto his back, making another cover...

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Kickout! The ref's hand was a long way from counting for three, but still at least Kingdom managed to get a two count this time. Wildcard wisely rolls onto his hands and knees, his knows this match hasn't gone to his liking so far, but there's still plenty of time until Jools Kingdom picks Wildcard up and just unceremonialusly dumps him over the top ropes and out of the ring.

Hugh Reynolds: Bobby, are you surprised with how well Kingdom is doing so far?

Bobby Moroso: Not at all, he's pissed off and his adrenaline is flowing. In a normal match, I'd think Wildcard's attack was a mistake, but it's a thirty minute match and last week's beating will have to take it's toll eventually.

Kingdom attempts to follow Wildcard out of the ring but the offical won't allow it "well count the **** out then!" shouts Jools into the face of the referee, who demands for Kingdom to back up before he does so. The referee turns to beginning counting against Wildcard, but after seeing his opponent getting back to his feet, Kingdom doesn't want him having any restbite so with the officials back turned, Kingdom slides out of the ring and comes after Wildcard.

Another hard right from Kingdom has his opponent hurting more as Jools then takes Wildcard by the back of the head and drives it hard onto the barricade infront of the first row of fans. Wildcard is now laying on the floor with his back against the barricade as he's struggling to get ahold on this match whatsoever. Kingdom picks Wildcard up and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom ropes as he now ascends to the top, coming off with an axe handle smash right between the eyes of Wildcard, knocking him once more onto his ass. Once again Kingdom goes for a cover, he's determined to take an early lead here...

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Kickout! Wildcard again springs the left shoulder off the canvas and is still some way from getting counted out for the three. Kingdom is right back up to his feet, giving his opponent zero recovery time as he blasts Wildcard with a right hand again which has Wildcard up against the turnbuckle pads as Jools pulls him out of the corner, taking him towards the middle of the ring but he's taking too long as Wildcard suddenly hits a sharp kick to the belly of Kingdom and before Jools can do a thing, Wildcard has a new lease of life as he now starts firing off right hands of his own so quickly that Kingdom can do nothing but take it until Wildcard then hits a European uppercut of his own, sending Jools Kingdom into the corner this time.

Wildcard is now guilty to being too slow with his opponent as by the time he gets to the corner, Kingdom kicks both feet up at Wildcard's gut, using the ropes for leverage but before Jools can continue to fight, Wildcard prevents it from happening by striking Kingdom over and over before pulling him towards the ropes and Irish whipping him, only for Jools to reverse it, sending Wildcard into the ropes and as Wildcard returns Kingdom smartly side-steps his opponent and locks him in a sleeper hold!

Bobby Moroso: Sleeper, sleeper! He could put his opponent out for the whole match here, get out of it Wildcard!

Wildcard realises he's in severe trouble here as his desperation is clear to see, he tries getting to the ropes but Jools does a good job of keeping him central. Wildcard gets closer to the ropes step by step and is inches away from the ropes, the ref is in a perfect position to call for a rope break if it'll occur but Kingdom again drags him back and slowly the energy of Wildcard begins to fade and his efforts to make it to the ropes begin to wane.

Just as it appears as though he's going out, Wildcard wraps his arms around the waist of his opponent, hoists him up high and drops him with a back bodydrop and both men remain down on the floor still. The official begins his count to ten and Wildcard is the first man to begin getting up to his feet. One his feet and taking deep breathes, Wildcard sees Kingdom is still on the floor and he pulls Jools up to his feet, hitting him with another a big European uppercut, dropping Jools Kingdom like a sack of potatoes.

Slow and deliberate, Wildcard senses a shift in momentum is imminent as he places stomps to the skull of Jools, picking his spots and preventing Kingdom from getting back to his feet at all. Wildcard now grabs his opponent by the hair and, despite the referee telling him not to until Wildcard has him on his feet when he greets him with a kick to the gut, followed by a million dollar knee lift, which once more sends him down to the mat.

The official yells at Wildcard, who ignores the ref despite him being in his face. Wildcard doesn't listen to any warnings from the ref and instead he mounts on top of his opponent, laying him out with closed fists repeatedly, which is nothing worse than what Kingdom did to him at the beginning of the match but obviously, being Wildcard, he's gonna have the fans boo him for it.

Hugh Reynolds: He should really listen to the official, he could get disqualified and lose a fall here.

Bobby Moroso: Yeah, true, but he'll also weaken his opponent a lot more and have Jools at less than a hundred percent for the duration of this one.

As the official begins to count to five, Wildcard knows he's pushing his luck so on the four count he gets to his feet and backs off, again the referee is giving him a tongue lashing but again he doesn't seem to care. "Shut your mouth" he says to the ref before ignoring any response he makes.

With Jools getting to his feet, Wildcard forcefully pulls him up once again and just like Jools did earlier, Wildcard now scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat, now it's Wildcard's turn to try covering his opponent, hooking the leg...

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Now it's Jools Kingdom's turn to fight his way out of this but being sat on his ass with his opponent's full weight on his back, it's a lot harder to do. He reaches out, but is quite a distance from the ropes as the official asks how he is. With his eyes seeming to close, he begins to feel the capacity crowd willing him on which he starts to feed off, shaking his arms like he's going to power out of this until Wildcard simply lies him down on his back and lies sideways next to him, applying more pressure and making the hold a lot more difficult to escape, but Jools quickly springs back up onto his ass, knowing he'd be in serious trouble if he didn't and with another burst of energy, he manages to get up to his feet, albeit still in the headlock, as Wildcard's grip loosens slightly.

Wildcard squeezes a little tighter now as Kingdom's face turns red and he drops down to one knee, unable to get out of this hold as again the official asks if he'd like to give it up, but that just isn't happening. Jools now smartly is able to wrap his arms around the head of Wildcard and just drop to the floor, catching him with a jawbreaker and in turn breaking the hold as Wildcard falls to the floor whilst Kingdom remains there too.

25:00: These men look like they've been fighting forever as they both have begun to sweat here. Every time they get back up it's a little slower and this time Jools is first to the punch which again sends Wildcard back against the ropes as Kingdom Irish whips his opponent only for Wildcard to reverse it once more and as Jools returns from the ropes, Wildcard lowers his head a little too early and the UWE Champ manages to put on the breaks and drive his foot hard into the chest of Wildcard, kicking him that hard it takes him off his feet and onto the floor again.

With his adrenaline pumping, Wildcard forces himself back up to his feet and seeing Kingdom resting up at the ropes, he comes charging at Jools Kingdom like a wild bull that's seen red as he looks to wipe out Jools...but Kingdom wisely lowers his head and guides Wildcard over the top ropes, not only does Wildcard go flying over the top and out of the ring again, but his momentum takes him pretty far up the entrance ramp too.

Hugh Reynolds: What a counter from Jools, great technique and great improvisation, that's why he's the face of our company!

Bobby Moroso: Will you please stop licking ass, it was overrated.

Hugh Reynolds: Look how Wildcard's arm is dangling, that move could be a game changer right there.

The official now begins the standard ten count on Wildcard, who really does seem to have had the wind knocked out of his sails as he gingerly begins to get back onto his feet. Kingdom sees an opportunity here and after hitting the opposite ropes, he comes running back and attempts a baseball slide-missed! Wildcard manages to move out of the way as Kingdom slides all the way onto the mat below, landing on his stomach as he really didn't expect to miss that.

With Kingdom on the floor, Wildcard shows amazing athletic ability as in one swift movement, he's able to jump up onto the ring apron, turn and jump back off, landing onto Jools with a modified version of his finishing move-DOUBLE FOOT STOMP!!!

Back into the ring Wildcard gets as at first he tells the official to begin counting, he'll take a 1-0 lead by any means at this point it seems. Suddenly though, it appears as though that isn't enough for Wildcard as, although he's definitely in control here, he wants to score pinfall points so he gets out the ring and rolls Kingdom back inside, making a cover but Jools is too close to the ropes and the ref can't make the count.

Hugh Reynolds: Ladies and Gentlemen just to reiterate, this is a thirty minute ironman match in where the person with the most falls after that time limit will be the winner and we still have over twenty minutes remaining.

Weak and limp, Wildcard tries lifting up Jools as he knows he's wasted too much time to cover him now. He pushes Kingdom backwards into the corner and starts to stomp away hard at the chest, every kick that connects sends Jools a little lower towards being on his ass until finally he's flat on his back and underneath the ropes, the referee calls for a break but Wildcard continues to push his luck until he stops when he pleases.

The camera gives us a close up of Kingdom's face as Wildcard just wants to hurt him now by lifting him up to his feet and smacking him with a hard right, but Wilcard didn't antiscipate the resiliancy of his opponent, who fires back with a right of his own that has a little more zest and then one more from Jools has Wildcard backed up into the middle of the ring now but before Kingdom can do anything else, Wildcard wraps his arms around his opponent and forces him backwards into the corner again, very smart from Wildcard as Jools hits his head hard on the top turnbuckle.

Wildcard then throws a right, which is blocked from Jools who again begins to fight his way out of the corner until Wildcard goes back to basics with another sharp kick. He now puts Kingdom's head inbetween his legs, hoists him up into a powerbomb position but instead of just dropping his ass, Wildcard throws him hard into the turnbuckle pads, Kingdom drops hard to the floor as his neck snaps back hard and now Wildcard makes a cover, for the first time in this match believing he can score a decision...

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Wildcard now wraps his arms around the legs of Jools, picks him up and sit him on the top turnbuckle, he's thinking big impact move here. Wildcard now pulls himself up onto the second turnbuckle, joining Jools Kingdom here in no-man's land. Wildcard interlocks his fingers behind Jools and is actually thinking of a belly-to-belly from up top here but Jools wraps his arms around his opponent too, not allowing it to happen as he then begins to fight out with forearm shots, anything he can do to prevent being broken in half.

Kingdom has his foe rocking here now and one more hard forearm shot to the jaw sends Wildcard crashing from up high and landing with a thud on his back, in the perfect position for an aerial attack and that's exactly what Jools has in mind as he shakes off the cobwebs but he's so slow getting up to the top. Wildcard then springs up really fast and comes running at his opponent, climbing up each rope with apparent ease as he then drives his knee hard into the jaw of Jools Kingdom, with one of the best shining wizard ever! Wildcard manages to prevent himself from falling hard but Jools has no such luck as the fans gasp, some shout 'Holy Sh*t' as Wildcard pins the shoulders of Kingdom to the mat and the fans count along...

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Schumacher: The winner of this fall...Wildcard! Wildcard leads by one fall to zero!

The fans in their majority aren't happy, but it won't change the score and although both men are still down resting on the mat, it's Jools Kingdom who's a lot more beaten up as Wildcard is showing signs of movement, unfortunately for Kingdom fans the UWE Champ appears lifeless.

20:00: Wildcard is finally back to his feet and now he begins to stomp at Jools Kingdom until Wildcard then spins him over onto his stomach and now Wildcard untilizes a move we rarely see him use...the camal clutch! Sitting on Kingdom's back, putting plenty pressure on it and pulling back on Kingdom's jaw, Wildcard does all he can to make Kingdom submit and although Jools screams in pain but he won't give in, he knows going two falls down now could be too hard a moutain to climb.

Hugh Reynolds: You've gotta credit our Champion here Bobby, he's fighting for all he's worth and although he's in tremendous pain, he's holding on for all he's worth.

Bobby Moroso: Can you see past your own nose Hugh? All that matters is who wins and so far Wildcard is winning, he's the one who deserves credit, he's in pole position here.

Jools Kingdom seems to have been in this hold for a lifetime, or at least it would seem so to him anyway. Wildcard couldn't have imagined this match to go any better so far as he's sat on his opponents back, one fall up and with eighteen minutes remaining. Jools begins to have a boost of energy as he struggles his way up onto his knees, it's been a tough battle but he's almost out of the hold. Wildcard is still clinging onto the jaw of Jools, who is now onto his feet but with his back turned to Wildcard as he goes backwards as fast as he can, driving Wildcard into the turnbuckle pads again to break the hold, but it's working as after two more thrusts, he's free of Wildcard's hands twisting his neck.

Jools Kingdom then throws a hard back elbow to Wildcard which drops him onto the bottom turnbuckle pad as Jools then turns around to face Wildcard, he's got no need to panic yet, but knows he has to claw himself back into this one. He then hits one more reverse elbow before groggily Irish whipping Wildcard into the opposite turnbuckle pad, Kingdom comes running in quickly to spear Wildcard in the corner-MOVED! Wildcard moves out of the way just in time as Kingdom goes right through and smacks his shoulder hard into the turnbuckle post, a crack can be heard echoing through the arena as the fans respond: "Ohhhh".

Jools hangs upside down on the ropes as Wildcard takes his time now, approaching Kingdom thinking of what he's going to do next. Wildcard grabs the blue pants of Kingdom and pulls him completely back into the ring as he now German suplexes the hell out of Jools Kingdom, dropping him hard onto the mat and on his neck area in particular. Wildcard quickly rolls over into the cover...

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Kickout! Jools got his shoulder up off the canvas, but it wasn't convincing and Wildcard must be thinking this title is coming to a new owner. Wildcard sits up and stares intensely at the mat as Jools Kingdom rolls over onto his side, but anything beyond that is a bit much at the moment. Wildcard takes one deep, long breathe to remain focused.

He gets back up to his feet and with a handful of hair, drags Jools back up to his feet again until he just jabs Kingdom, connecting flush on the jaw and the spaghetti-legged Jools Kingdom is struggling to even stand here. Wildcard hits him with another jab and he's just picking his spots here at the moment, taking shots at Jools Kingdom for free as Jools looks as though he's about to fall any second, until one kick to the stomach then sends Jools to the floor in a heap.

Hugh Reynolds: Well, Wildcard is halfway to his goal here and he's in the drivers seat.

Bobby Moroso: I know, I've said this since the beginning of the match but you never believed me.

Wildcard brings Jools up to his feet yet again, this time legally as he now snap suplexes Jools back onto the mat, spinning over quickly and again making another pinfall attempt...

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Kickout! Wildcard knows here that one more fall for himself could be it. Wildcard rolls over onto his knees as Jools Kingdom rolls into the corner, using the ropes as leverage to pull himself up to his feet as Wildcard comes at Jools only for Kingdom to use the ropes to spring up at his opponent, kicking him to slow him down again and now Kingdom spins Wildcard around, putting his opponent in the corner and now hitting a knife-edge chop on Wildcard, with a noise that echoes throughout the arena and an exhausted Jools Kingdom then knife-edges chops an equally as exhausted Wildcard once again, the fans react in the standard way to a chop as Jools then goes to Irish whip Wildcard at the opposite turnbuckle...but its reversed and Wildcard puts that much force behind it that he comes off his feet, Kingdom hits the post that hard it takes him off his feet too, holding his back in agony.

"Come on, come on!" yells Wildcard, as he stalks his opponent now, waiting for Jools Kingdom to get back to his feet so he can deliver a killer shot. Kingdom struggles up to his feet, but it may be better if he stays down here as he's got no idea what's happening behind him. Wildcard then grabs him-ROYAL FLUSH...but before he can get Jools up, Kingdom tries a roll-up, but this is rolled through from Wildcard, who now locks Jools Kingdom in the SHARPSHOOTER!!! Wildcard has it locked in and Jools goes crazy here in the middle of the ring, trying everything he can think of to get out of it, one tap of the hand and he's almost certainly done.

Hugh Reynolds: It's gut check time here, here we go if Jools taps he might aswell hand over the championship now!

Bobby Moroso: Tap, tap, tap.

Hugh Reynolds: Look at the heart and desire of the man!

Jools Kingdom is now able to spin over onto his back and hook Wildcard up into a surprise small package...

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Schumacher: The winner of this fall...Jools Kingdom! We are now tied at one each.

Jools rolls back onto his belly in pain as Wildcard is up onto his feet instantly, going crazy at the referee as he's convinced it wasn't a three count, despite the ref telling him it was. Wildcard is literally gonna hit the ref here, but if he does it's gonna be another fall against him.

15:00: Wildcard continues to go crazy at the official, this fall has really dented his confidence it seems as he stands with his hands on his hips. Kingdom is back onto his feet, although his legs seem to be taking some punishment as struggles to stand and Wildcard blasts him with a shot so hard that Jools falls right into Wildcard, he would've hit the mat again if Wildcard didn't catch him. Wildcard then leaps into the air and dropkicks Jools Kingdom so hard that it sends him scurrying out of the ring between the middle and top ropes, crashing to the mat below.

Wildcard attempts to go follow him, but the referee prevents it again and makes Wildcard back up into the middle of the ring so Jools can get back in. Then just as Jools did earlier, Wildcard sneaks out of the ring and comes running up behind Jools, grabs his head and drives him face first into the steel steps with a loud thud and Jools collapses to the mat. The referee mythers Wildcard to get Jools back into the ring so Wildcard rolls him back in underneath the bottom ropes and quickly follows, going for a pin again...

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Kickout! Wildcard is right back up onto his feet, whereas Jools Kingdom can barely rollover again. Wildcard now wraps his legs around the waist of Jools and clamps the body scissors in really tight, working on more or less all of Kingdom's body one bit at a time here.

Wildcard keeps him in this move for quite a while again and Jools can't even rest on his back, otherwise the ref would have to count his shoulders down to the mat. Wildcard then forces Kingdom back down and begins rubbing his elbow in the face of Jools, half insulting him and half trying to hurt him that little more. The ref threatens to disqualify him again and reaches a four count until he breaks. Wildcard now works his way around to behind Kingdom, with the scissors still locked in, draining every single bit of strength that Jools has left.

Knowing he's in a desperate situation, Jools spins over and starts biting the skull of Wildcard and while the ref is going mad at him, he doesn't stop until he's been released from the body scissors and he now rolls away from Wildcard to create a little seperation between the two. Wildcard on one side of the ring and Jools on the other, both guys use the ropes to get up to their feet as they both stumble, like a pair of drunks, into the middle of the ring where they just start to throw bombs at each other, both man hurting but neither budging an inch until Wildcard knees him in the mid-section, stopping the battle of punches.

Hugh Reynolds: This could be the key point in the entire match right here, whoever takes control right now could go onto win the match.

Bobby Moroso: Come on Wildcard, you can do it Son!

Hugh Reynolds: Enough with this B.S and just call the match.

10:00: Wildcard now sets him up for another suplex, but as he goes to lift Jools, this time Kingdom blocks it with his foot and then he hoists Wildcard up into the air, but Wildcard spins and lands on his feet behind Jools Kingdom with a great counter as he goes to bounce Jools off the ropes, but Jools spins it around, bouncing Wildcard off the ropes and then rolls Wildcard up...but Wildcard rolls through and again puts in the SHARPSHOOTER!!!

Jools tries desperately to crawl towards the ropes-but Wildcard won't allow it! He's screaming in pain as he falls flat onto the mat, biting his hands and punching the mat trying to get out of the hold, but he can't...JOOLS KINGDOM TAP OUT!!!!!

Schumacher: The winner of this fall...Wildcard! The score is now two to one for Wildcard.

The referee makes sure Wildcard breaks the hold immediately and he does. Wildcard celebrates making Jools tap as Kingdom lies on the floor, holding his legs with one hand and his lower back with the other. Wildcard now begins to stalk Kingdom, waiting for him to get to his feet again...but Jools hits him with yet another knife-edge chop, stopping any thoughts that Wildcard had in mind.

Pissed, Jools now starts going crazy on Wildcard, right hand, after knife-edge chop, after right hand after knife-edge he goes wild and the fans are feeling his emotion with him. With Wildcard rocking, Jools is feeling a second wind as he knows his title is in jeapardy, he whips Wildcard but it's reversed, as Jools returns he leaves his feet, flying through the air and taking Wildcard down with a flying clothesline, putting Wildcard on his ass.

Jools is back up to his feet, but he's limping around pretty badly now and this gives Wildcard the chance to get up and come running at him, but Kingdom is able to powerslam Wildcard now, shifting his feet just in time to execute the move with perfect technique. Kingdom thinks about making a cover, but then he looks at the ropes and just can't help himself as he heads out of the ring and begins to ascend up to the top ropes, slowly and steadily he struggles with each step, but Wildcard remains flat on his back.

Jools is up on the top ropes, he jumps off for a diving elbow drop...HE GETS IT!! Jools drove his elbow almost through the chest of Wildcard as he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet, heavy breathing as he is possibly thinking VERTIGO!

05:00 Holding his chest tightly while slowly getting to his feet, Jools Kingdom gets Wildcard in position-HE HITS WILDCARD WITH THE VERTIGO!!!! JOOLS MAKES A COVER...

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Schumacher: The winner of this fall...Jools Kingdom! That levels this at two each.

Wildcard barely has enough strength in his body to roll out of the ring under the bottom ropes, stopping any momentum Jools Kingdom is carrying. Jools is lay on his back too, taking a moments rest as he looks up and notices that Wildcard isn't inside the ring, so he crawl out underneath the bottom ropes, going after Wildcard.

Jools now throws Wildcard back into the ring underneath the bottom ropes and Wildcard has recovered enough to get to his feet and slowly make his way into the corner of the ring. Jools follows him into the corner and nails him with a knife-edge chop before attempting to Irish whip him into the opposite turnbuckle, but again Wildcard reverses it, sending Jools hard chest first into the turnbuckle as he turns right back into Wildcard, who DDT's him hard into the mat, he makes a cover, thinking he's got this one...

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Kickout! Wildcard turns over and puts his hands on his face, not believing he kicked out as Kingdom remains flat out on the mat. Wildcard drags him to his feet and starts firing at him with rights to the jaw and now Wildcard goes to throw him into the ropes, but Jools reverses it and now as Wildcard returns he gets a spinebuster from Kingdom, drilling him into the mat and now both men are out for the count with only three more minutes remaining in this one.

The referee begins a slow count to ten, he doesn't want to count anyone out and the fans are going crazy here. Jools Kingdom makes the first sign of life, he simply rolls over and places one arm on top of Wildcard...

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Kickout! Some thought he had it there, but it's only a two and this remains two a piece. With this match hanging on a knife-edge, Jools calls for the VERTIGO once more, he picks Wildcard...but Wildcard pushes him right into the referee, knocking him down! Jools Kingdom now puts Wildcard in the 12:51!!! But there's no referee! Then out of nowhere, Jools is hit with a kick to the face FROM EFFIN ROX!!

EFFIN ROX HAS APPEARED FROM NOWHERE AND INTERVENED IN THIS MATCH! He gets outside the ring and picks up the UWE Championship, that he believes he should be holding, he lines up Wildcard first-BOOOM! WILDCARD GETS HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF!! Now he stalks Jools Kingdom, ready to make his mark...BUT JOOLS DUCKS THE SWING AND DDT'S EFFIN ONTO THE TITLE!!! With thirty seconds left, Jools covers Wildcard while the referee is on his way round...

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Schumacher: The winner of this fall...Jools Kingdom! Jools now leads three falls to two.

The clock ticks down as the fans count with it, with only Jools Kingdom the only man standing...
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Schumacher: The winner of this match by three falls to two, and STTIIILLLLLLL UWE Champion....Jools Kingdom!

Wildcard is fuming with Effin, who is still laid out, but this is gonna have to wait for another time as he retreats up the entrance ramp. Jools raises his title high above his head with both arms, really fatigued but all together, it was all worth it as Jools has retained his championship here in this grueling match.