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« on: February 25, 2009, 02:20:24 am »

UWE presents Fight Night 2: Redemption!
Live from Minneapolis, Minnesota



Match 1: Pyronus Souria vs Adam Brock

Match Writer: Anderson


The match starts of with both men circling around one and another, neither one of them really wanting to make the first move. They continue to do this for a few more seconds, before Brock makes the first move. Pyro meets up the attack and both men gets locked up, starting a power struggle between the two. Going back and forth the struggle ends up a tie after a classic cruiserweight attack-counter move set. As the men get up the fans show their appreciation and the men nods towards each other. Brock once again makes the first move and they lock up, but this time around Pyro works around Brock and lock up Wolfsbane in a simple headlock. Brock slowly backs up against the ropes and is able to use them as a momentum to get out of the hold and send Pyro towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Pyro rebounds and Brock goes for a clothesline, which is ducked, Pyro rebounds on the other side and connects with a flying clothesline. Brock is knocked down on to one knee, Pyro gets up on his feet and speeds up against the ropes and goes for a dropkick on Brock. Pyro covers Brock for a pin, but he only gets a one and a half as Brock kicks out.

Pyro picks Brock up and plants some straight punches, backing Brock in to a corner. Pyro grabs Wolfsbane and goes to whip him to the opposite corner, but Wolfsbane reverses and Pyro is the one that is sent into the corner with a Wolfsbane following up right behind with a clothesline that knocks the wind out of Pyro. Brock then plants some elbow shots before he pushes Pyro out from the corner and hits him with a bulldog. Wolfsbane picks up Pyro and goes for a snap suplex, which has Pyro landing hard on his back. Wolfsbane speeds up and goes against the rope and goes for a rolling thunder, which connects and he goes for a cover. A cover that Pyro kicks out of on the two count. The fans don’t know if they should boo or cheer.

Brock shakes his head and picks up Pyro, lands a few clubbing blows to the back before throwing him in to the ropes catching him on the rebound with a power slam and once again covers for the win. But yet again Pyro kicks out as the referee counts two. The fans seem to have decided to cheer on both guys and appreciate the match between these two fast paced wrestlers.

Wolfsbane picks Pyro up again but this time he fires him of in to the turnbuckle and comes running at Pyro. Just as Wolfsbane gets ready to nail Pyro with the clothesline, Pyro gets his feet up, making them the part that Wolfsbane connects with. Brock staggers back, Pyro climbs to the middle rope and as Brock is about to move forward again, Pyro jumps and hits a tornado DDT, leaving both men on the mat; Pyro from being tired after Brocks treatment and Brock from landing hard on his head. As the ref counts on, the crowd counts with him and slowly the two men both start to make their way up to their feet. As the count reaches seven both men are standing up and they go at it again. They start to exchange punches with one and other, going back and forth with the fans cheering them on with every punch not giving anyone the favoritism. But in the middle of this exchange, Pyro manages to block one punch from Brock, followed up by one of his own; he then blocks yet another punch from Brock and lands another one of his. Pyro then continues to punch away, not giving Wolfsbane a chance to retaliate. Pyro hooks up Brock and connects with a spinning neckbreaker, which leaves Brock on the mat as Pyro gets up and runs towards the rope and hits a springboard moonsault and a pin; Wolfsbane kicks out just in time, showing there is still some life in him.

Pyro shakes his head, believing he had it there. He gets up and grabs his opponent and pulls him up on to his feet. He gets in a few European uppercuts before going for a DDT, but this is blocked by Brock who somehow hits a Northern lights suplex on Pyro and with it a pin, which Pyro manages to kick out from it before the ref counts two.

The crowd can’t believe where he got that energy, to reverse the DDT, from and once again it seems to be anybody’s game. Brock gets up first and takes the time, which Pyro takes to get up on his feet, to rest. As soon as Pyro is at a standing position, Brock makes a lash at him. Just as Brock raises his foot to connect with Pyro’s skull, the later sidesteps the big boot. As Brock turns around Pyro connects with a stiff kick to the gut…BACKDRAFT!!!

Pyro goes for the pin…1…2…3!!!

Schumacher: Ladies and gentlemen…here is your winner…Pyronus Souria…Pyro!!!

Match 2: Connor Gael vs Kenji Moori

Writer: Red


-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Hugh: “And now it’s time for the second match of the evening…”

Bobby: “Yes, we will see Conner Gael taking on Kenji Moori.”

Schumacher: “Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…”

All the lights in the arena go out and the arena fills with the screams of the fans who are oblivious to what is about to happen. Red spotlights dart throughout the arena and a voice is heard saying “I’m Faster then a Cruiserweight, I’m more powerful then a heavyweight, I drink whole pints in a single gulp, I am!!!!!!!!” “Born to raise hell” by Motorhead hits the P.A system and echoes through the arena. Writing appears on the titantron in Green glowing text saying “Connor Gael”.

Schumacher: “From Dublin, Ireland… weighing in at 225 pounds… Conner Gael!”

Bobby: “Conner’s ready to compete tonight, and can’t wait for Kenji to come on down.”

Hugh: “I don’t know, Kenji is one weird dude… I don’t think anyone would really want to be around him.”

Schumacher: “and his opponent…”

All the lights dim in the arena as "Stress" by Justice plays. As the intense drums and synth pound through the arena, strobes flicker white light until a single spotlight illuminates the top of the entrance ramp. Kenji appears suddenly, walking slowly, with his gaze averted downward. With a slow pace, Kenji slinks down the ramp until he reaches the ring. He moves towards the side of the ring and slowly sits down on the apron, staring down at his taped hands through dark spectacles. He climbs the ropes, then walks toward the turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle before perching on the top pad, facing in towards the ring, but eyes still downcast towards the mat.

Schumacher: “from San Diego, California… weighing in at 195 pounds… Kenji Moori!”

Ding! Ding!

After the ringing of the bell, the two wrestlers step out of their corners and begin to circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. Gael over powers Kenji and pushes him back into the ropes before attempting to whip him across the ring. Kenji stops in his tracks and pulls Gael into him and levels him with a quick lariat.

Bobby: “Nice lariat by Kenji there.”

Hugh: “Or as the Japanese would say… LARIATOO!!!”

Gael rolls back to his feet quickly and dodges a kick from Kenji and plants an elbow into his face. The two wrestlers lock up again, with Gael getting the upper hand and slipping behind Kenji. Gael goes for a release German Suplex only to have Kenji block the move, and slide around to the back of him. Gael elbows Kenji in the face, and takes him down with a leg sweep kick.

Hugh: “These two seem to be very evenly matched in the early goings here.”

Bobby: “It will only need one brief moment, or opportunity to let one of these men take this match home.”

Gael lifts Kenji back to his feet and goes for a lariat of his own, only to have Kenji duck the attempt and connect with a jumping back kick that knocks Gael back into the turnbuckle. Kenji walks over to him, connecting with two kicks to the ribs before leaping into the air and kicking him in the head.

Bobby: “Four hard kicks from Kenji.”

Hugh: “He is very well trained in the martial arts you know.”

Kenji runs into the ropes and rebounds back before landing an elbow drop on him. Kenji gets back up and rushes into the opposite ropes to attempt the move a second time, only to have Gael get back to his feet and hit Kenji with a jump double knee to the face. Both wrestlers get back to their feet, and rush each other, with Gale hitting Kenji with a Dropsault. Gael gets back to his feet and lifts Kenji up to his feet and goes for a roaring back elbow, only to have Kenji block the attempt, and hit him with a Back Suplex with a bridge. With Kenji getting the pin on Gael, the referee gets down to back the count.

Hugh: “Early pin…”

ONE

TWO

THR

Bobby: “Gael kicks out, still not enough damage done to him yet.”

Kenji lays in a few punches into Gael’s head and lift him back up to his feet, kicking him in the gut and locking him in a front facelock, before lifting him up, spinning him around, and dropping him on his head with a DDT. Kenji brings Gael back to his feet and goes to whip him into the ropes, only to have him reverse the attempt. Kenji flies into the ropes, rebounds back, and gets planted with a sidewalk slam from Gael.

Bobby: “Gael is fighting back hard.”

Hugh: “Well I would hope so. Fighting back is kinda the whole point of being a superstar, if you don’t do that, you might as well quit.”

Gael boots a rising Kenji in the gut, lifting him high into the air for a vertical suplex, only to have Kenji slip out of the hold and land behind Gael. Kenji then grabs him from behind nailing him with an exploder suplex. Kenji goes to lift him back up, and takes him down with a spinning heel kick. Before he goes to the outside apron.

Hugh: “Kenji looking to go high risk here!”

Bobby: “Well he’d better hurry, Gael just got to his feet.”

Kenji springboards off the top rope, looking to take Gael down with a hurricanranna, but as he flips backwards, Gael grabs the rope to prevent being taken over.  He rights himself and raises Kenji back on his shoulders, spins around in so many circles it makes a dreidel look inadequate, and plants him with a sit-out tornadobomb, making the cover.

Bobby: “Tornado Bomb! The count!”

ONE

TWO

THR

Hugh: “Kick out by Kenji!”

Gael gets back to his feet and lays several kicks into the ribs and head of Kenji Moori, after one last kick to the back he lifts Kenji to his feet, sets him up with a double underhook, and lifts him up, dropping him down with a backbreaker. Gael keeps the hold on Kenji and sets him up for a second double underhook backbreaker, only to have Kenji fight his way free, and hook Gael up into a single leg crab in the center of the ring. Gael struggles his way free rather quickly, rolling onto his back and pushing Kenji away with his legs. Kenji rushes back to the kneeling Gael, nailing him with a shining wizard.

Hugh: “Shining Wizard!”

Bobby: “That rattled Gael’s head!”

With Gael on the mat, Kenji rushes into the ropes and rebounds back, cart wheeling across before hitting Gael with a standing moonsault. Gael shouts in pain, before rolling to the outside to catch his breath. Kenji doesn’t let up for a moment however, rushing into the opposite ropes and coming back hard, leaping over the ropes and connecting with Gael for a suicide Plancha, sending both of them crashing into the guardrail, causing the referee to start making the count.

Bobby: “MY GOD! What a beautiful looking move!”

Hugh: “Both men are down, and look to be out.”

ONE

TWO

THREE

Both men start to stir on the outside.

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Kenji and Gael begin to crawl their way back to the ring, each tugging at the ring apron to pull themselves up.

SEVEN

EIGHT

Gael kicks Kenji in the ribs, knocking him back, before he tugs himself into the ring.

Hugh: “Gael’s back in, and Kenji may not make it!”

NINE

Kenji rushes forward with a burst of adrenaline and barely makes it back into the ring before the ten counts is reached.

Bobby: “Kenji BARELY makes it in.”

Kenji rushes at Gael, only to have Gael step a side, and lock him into a Sleeper Hold. Several moments go by, and Kenji’s struggles begin to fade away, as he seems to collapse in Gael’s arms. Gael drags him away from the ropes, but this gives Kenji a brief moment, to elbow his way free. Kenji turns, right into a rushing STO from Gael. Gael then goes to the top rope, leaps off backwards, spins and flips in the air and lands on Kenji for a big time high impact move, before making the cover.

Bobby: “THE IRISH SPLASH!!”

ONE

TWO

THRE

Hugh: “Kenji kicks out!!”

Gael looks up in frustration, before lifting Kenji to his feet, giving him four hard knife edge chops, and rushing into the ropes. Gael comes back connecting with a spinning Headscissors into armbar takedown, and from that into Fujiwara armbar. Kenji screams in pain, but after a moment he is able to reverse the move into a triangle hold. Gael struggles for a moment, before pushing Kenji onto his shoulders for a pin attempt.

Hugh: “What a counter!”

ONE

TWO

THRE

Bobby: “Kenji releases the hold to break up the pin!”

[K- Rising Sun: 2 count]
Both wrestlers get back to their feet, Kenji steps in, going for a spinning heel kick, only to have Gael duck under the attempt and grab him from behind, looking for a german suplex, he lifts back, only to have Kenji flip his way out of it. Gael turns around, and walks right into the asai DDT from Kenji, who makes a quick cover.

Bobby: “RISING SUN!”

ONE

TWO

THRE

Hugh: “Gael Kicks out!”

Kenji lifts him back to his feet, only to have Gael elbow his way free. Kenji rushes into the ropes and jumps out for a cross body. Only to have Gael catch him, and nail him with a back-flip slam. Gael stays on top of Kenji for the cover.

Hugh: “FLYING GAEL!”

ONE

TWO

THRE

Bobby: “Kenji BARELY gets the shoulder up!”

[[[Ending spot: End of the Rainbow countered into top rope Euro-Guro: 3 count]]]
Gael gets up, breathing heavily, before lifting Kenji up and placing him on the top rope. As Gael climbs up to the second rope the crowd gets to its feet, in anticipation for the End of the Rainbow. Gael leaps up for it, only to have Kenji shove him off, causing him to strike his head face first on the turnbuckle. Kenji grabs him quickly, and flips over, connecting with a flipping cutter off the top rope, before slowly crawling over to make the pin, draping his arm over his chest.

Bobby: “WHAT A COUNTER! EURO-GURO FROM THE TOP ROPE!”

ONE

TWO

THREE

Ding! Ding!

Schumacher: “Here is your winner… Kenji Moori!”

Hugh: “What a great match we’ve seen here tonight! What a win for Kenji!”

Bobby: “I’ve got to admit, countering the End of the Rainbow into a top rope Euro-Guro was an amazing move to end it tonight.”

Hugh: “Yes it was, and I for one cannot wait to see more from Kenji Moori.”


Match 3:
Dobby vs  Effin Rox
Writer: Pyro


The lights power down. In the darkness ‘Black Republican’ by Nas begins to play. The lights come back on as Efinn Rox rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. Suddenly, Dobby comes running from backstage, a bathroom mirror in his hands. The crowd starts booing and Efinn turns around, but it's a moment too late. The now psychopathic Dobby smashes the mirror over Efinn's head.

“My God! Dobby really has lost his mind, hasn't he!”

“I don't know what's happened Hugh, but I like it!”

Since the match hasn't started, the mirror shot is completely legal. Dobby starts kicking Efinn, who is laying on the ramp. Dobby picks up Efinn and grabs him, running him over to the ring and rolling him in. As Dobby rolls in, the referee calls for the bell. Dobby starts taunting for the crowd, who boos him loudly. Behind him, Efinn is slowly trying to get to his feet. Dobby turns around, measuring Efinn for the IceBreaker. Dobby puts a lot of distance between him and Efinn, wanting to get as much of a run as he can, maximizing impact. As Efinn Rox gets to his feet, Dobby takes off, but Efinn counters with a perfect enzuigiri, leaving both men on the mat.
1
2
As the referee starts his count, both men are nearly motionless.
3
4
5
Dobby starts crawling towards the corner, and Efinn is still barely moving.
6
7
8
Dobby has lifted himself to the second rope and on to his feet. Right as he does, Efinn ReLoads, eliciting a huge response from the crowd. Efinn sees the dazed Dobby in the corner, and goes for the Tidal Krush and it connects! Dobby staggers out of the corner and falls down, face first. Efinn goes for a pin.
1
2
Kick out by Dobby! The referee's hand was an inch away from three! Efinn can hardly believe Dobby is still conscious, and he picks him up. He sets him up for the Efinn Rocked, but Dobby wriggles out of it, landing behind Efinn. He grabs Efinn's head and drops to the mat, hitting Efinn's head off of his shoulder. He goes for a pin.
1
2
Efinn gets the shoulder up at the last second, and Dobby is visibly frustrated. He gets up and starts arguing with the referee, shoving and threatening him. The referee threatens Dobby with a disqualification, so he turns his attention back to Efinn Rox, who hits Dobby with a high kick to the side of the head. Dobby's eyes are glazed over as he hits the mat. Efinn goes for a cover, hooking the far leg.
1
2
Dobby kicks out, almost instinctively. Efinn gets back to his feet, and waits for Dobby to get back up for the Efinn Rocked. As Dobby gets to his feet, Efinn grabs his arm to pull him up for the Efinn Rocked, but Dobby counters, using the pull as momentum for a clothesline. Dobby runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and coming back at Efinn fast and Efinn turns around into an IceBreaker! Dobby goes for the cover.
1
2
3!


Match 4:
Trace 'The' Wood vs Callos
Writer: Pyro

As UWE returns from commercial break, we can see a vignette on the screen. Trace “The” Wood has been called to the ring, and Schumacher is calling out his name. As this happens, we see Callos waiting to be called to the ring, looking very nervous. Suddenly, he looks to his right and bolts, running towards the garage. It then shows him get in his car and drive away, obviously scared by something, possibly the match with Trace. As he speeds away, the camera returns to the area behind the curtain, where Trace's doctor stands, with a baseball bat, obviously not forgetting that microphone shot to the head Callos gave him all that time ago.
Winner: Trace

Match 5: Kris Destiny vs “The Masked Man”

Match Writer: Riddick Andrews


A guitar starts playing and it is heard throughout the entire arena, and flames shoot out of the stage. Destiny comes out from behind the curtain, he has a cocky and even sadistic look on his face, yet he has a focused attitude on his way to the ring. He acknowledges a couple of fans on his way to the ring.

He rolls in, and grins as he holds his left arm up. He smiles, and then walks to the corner to focus on his opponent.

A light red glow fills the darkened arena as red spotlights sweep the crowd, zig zagging in a random direction. The Masked Man's voice addresses the crowd, "Let me ask you a question", followed by a deafening roar of affection from the fans as The Masked Man's music rocks the room.

Listen All Of Y'all This Is Sabotage
Listen All of Y'all This Is Sabatoge


The Masked Man steps onto the stage, arms crossed, chest up, chin up with a sly grin decorating his face. A fan favorite, the crowd loves him and the volume of their ovation proves it. The lights remain dim and the spotlights continue to sweep the crowd as The Masked Man takes it in.

Listen All Of Y'all This Is Sabotage
Listen All of Y'all This Is Sabatoge


The Masked Man scans the crowd from left to right, nodding his head. He pauses for a split second and throws his hands in the air pointing to the left and right as bright, deafening flares of pyro fire off from the stage, exploding in the rafters.

I Can't Stand It I Know You Planned It
Ima Set It Straight, This Watergate
I Can't Stand Rocking When I'm In Here
Because Your Crystal Ball Ain't So Crystal Clear

The Masked Man strolls to the ring sporting the traditional white t-shirt with his logo and catchphrase, shaking hands and high fiving the fans in his true showmanship fashion. The red spotlights have now focused their attention on The Masked Man as they cast a red glow around him on his way to the ring.


So While You Sit Back And Wonder Why
I Got This **** Thorn In My Side
Oh My God, It's A Mirage
I'm Tellin' Y'all It's Sabotage

The Masked Man removes his t-shirt at ringside and tosses it into the crowd to a tremendous reaction from the fans. He climbs the steps to the apron, turns to the fans, throws his hands into the air, pointing to his sides and then to his front, working the crowd. The Masked Man steps through the ropes, strolls to the nearest turnbuckle where he climbs to the top and sits on the corner.

The 2 men watch one another from opposite corners; Destiny’s eyes focused trying to read something, anything through the mask. The bell rings and the referee signals for the opponents to come together. Both walk to the centre of the ring, Destiny’s mouth moving talking trash to the Masked Man who just stands there facing him without a movement. Suddenly, without warning, the Masked Man nails Destiny with a right hand, Destiny reciprocates, MM nails K-Dest again, before blocking a Destiny right hand, Destiny then blocks the mask man before both simultaneously swing a right hand and connect with each other. Both staggering back, they stop. Destiny smiles with an almost insane glint in his eye.

The next exchange takes a slightly different turn. They head into a collar and elbow tie-up. They hold up against one another, neither with much of a height advantage before the slightly larger and weightier Masked Man takes control, Backing Destiny up into the corner he holds his opponent for a moment before the referee forces his way between them. Backing up the masked man points at Destiny before they lock up again, this time the masked man looks to take control quickly backing Destiny up before Destiny falls to the ground locking in a drop toe hold smashing MM’s face on the middle turn buckle… Jumping to his feet quickly, Destiny turns and waits as the Masked Man slowly and groggily and gets to his feet.

The Masked man turns and as Destiny connects with a super kick knocking him back and down into the corner. Destiny quickly nails a dropkick slamming the Masked Man’s head against the middle turnbuckle again. Dragging his opponent out of the corner K-Dest makes the cover…

1…

The Masked Man kicks out of the pin and rolls onto his stomach. Destiny drags him to his feet and slams him to the mat with a scoop slam. He follows this up quickly with 3 sharp boots to MM’s masked head. Lifting him into a sitting position, Destiny hits the ropes and slams his boot into his opponents spine.

1… 2…

Kicking out again, Destiny pulls the Masked Man to his feet again before whipping him off the ropes… He wraps his arm around MM’s waist and spins to nail Shotime! However, the Masked Man slides out of the hold. Destiny continues to spin until he’s face to face with the mask and is nailed with 3 european uppercuts… Destiny staggers back into the ropes and rebounds only to be hit with a spinning spine buster! The Masked Man makes the cover.

1… 2… NO!

Destiny kicks out at the last minute and rolls onto his stomach. The Masked Man quickly locks in an arm bar… Pulling and wrenching on Destiny’s arm almost popping it out of place… Destiny slowly but surely, pain etched on his face, edges towards the bottom rope. With moments feeling like minutes, Destiny finally grips the rope. The referee begins to count…

1… 2… 3… 4…

Finally, The Masked Man lets go… Getting to his feet he stands waiting and watching as Destiny pulls himself up. Turning around he’s lifted into the air and nailed with a Death Valley Driver.

1… 2… NO!

Destiny kicks out again before rolling to the outside…

1… The Masked Man follows Destiny to the outside…

2… He quickly pulls him up and rams his spine into the apron…

3… Pulling him back again, he rushes forward slamming Destiny once more against the apron…

4… Destiny falls to the ground as the Masked Man pulls back the floor mats outside of the ring.

5… He pulls Destiny to his feet and short arms him lifting him up to nail a spine buster for the second time in the match. Destiny, however, grips the Masked Man’s head and turns the Spine Buster into a DDT on the concrete!

6… Destiny slowly gets to his feet and pulls himself back into the ring.

7… The Masked Man still hasn’t moved…

8… Finally he stirs… Slowly pushing up to his knees, pulling himself up using the apron…

9… He uses the ropes to get to a vertical base…

10! The Masked Man is back in the ring pulling himself up on the ropes, he turns around only for Destiny to catch him and slam him to the mat with Shotime!

1… 2… 3! No!

The referee stops the count just as his hand is about to hit the mat! The Masked Man gets his shoulder up! Destiny, looking angry gets to his feet again and signals for a Drop of Destiny! He hooks the Reverse DDT into position before the Masked Man spins underneath and flips Destiny over his back holding on with a Northern Lights Suplex!

1… 2… No!

Destiny gets his shoulder up! Getting back to his feet, Destiny is met by 3 consecutive right hands staggering him. Destiny moves towards the Masked Man who kicks him in the stomach and hooks him for a Fisherman’s suplex.

1… 2… NO!

Destiny gets his shoulder up once more. The Masked Man, getting frustrated, pulls Destiny up again this time, he hooks a Reverse DDT on Destiny… He makes another cover.

1… 2… NO!

The Masked Man kicks Destiny in the stomach and hooks him with a gut wrench. Lifting Destiny up into a Dominator position, but Destiny slides out and down his opponents back and kicks him in his knee dropping him down. Destiny then hooks the Masked Man in a Dragon Sleeper… Lights Out! Destiny keeps trying to synch the move in deep, however The Masked Man begins to fight out. Slowly, he edges his feet towards the corner of the turnbuckle. The Masked Man places his foot on the middle rope and the referee begins to count…

1… 2…

He then steps on the top and pushes off flipping backwards over Destiny into the same Dragon Suplex position. Turning K-Dest around, The Masked Man hoists him into the Dominator position. He then uses his strength to push Destiny up into the air, turning him over so his front is coming down to the ground. The Masked Men then jumps to meet Destiny and brings him down into an Ace Crusher! He quickly climbs over and makes the cover…

1… 2… 3!

The Masked Man climbs to his feet, tired and battle weary, victorious in this hard fought battle as a promo begins to air to hype up the next match.


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UWE Cruiserweight Championship
Match 6: Devon Thomas vs Kiezamoore Washburne

Match Writer: Greenbean



The lights go out as dozens of strobes flash and lights become different arrays of color and begin spinning in various directions as the sirens at the beginning of Womanizer by Britney Spears begins to play.

Superstar
Where you from, how's it going?
I know you
Got a clue, what you doing?

You can play brand new to
All the other chicks out here
But I know what you are
What you are, baby

Devon now comes out from behind the curtains. Dressed in his custom vest, with embroidered initials D.T. on the back, and also accompanied by his patented white rimmed aviator sun glasses resting on his nose. Devon struts onto the stage, the crowd meeting him with boos as Devon straightens both arms out absorbing in the fan's reactions.

Look at you
Gettin' more than just a re-up
Baby you
Got all the puppets with their strings up

Fakin' like a good one
But I call 'em like I see 'em
I know what you are
What you are, baby

The Promise has now made his way half down the ramp and is throwing his arms around causing the crowd to become even more rowdy. Devon walks on continuing his way to the ring steps, he hops up them one stair at a time then points out to the fans who again boo with distaste.

Schumacher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWE Cruiserweight Championship! Introducing first, from Abbotsford, British Colombia, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and eight pounds, he is the UWE Cruiserweight Champion…Devon Thomas!

Devon now takes a couple strides out onto the apron holding the ring ropes in one hand, while looking out into the ocean of people.

Womanizer, woman-womanizer
You're a womanizer
Oh, womanizer, oh
You're a womanizer, baby

You, you, you are
You, you, you are
Womanizer, womanizer
Womanizer

Devon now in the middle of the ring begins to spin with his arms outreached as he then falls to his knees with his head looking towards the ceiling. His music fades and the lights return to normal as he takes off his vest and glasses, handing them off to a ring assistant.

”Dream On” by Aerosmith then hits the p.a system, which changes the mood of the fans, who now begin to cheer the man they are about to see.

Schumacher: And his opponent, from Williamsburg, Kentucky, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds…Kiezamoore Washburne!

Kiezamoore then comes running out from backstage, adrenaline pumping and rallying up the crowd as he makes his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring, the two men stand opposite each other, looking into one another’s eyes as the ref shows off the Championship then gives it to Schumacher.

The bell sounds and this match is underway! Kiezamoore comes walking into the middle of the ring, whilst Devon seems a little more reluctant, but comes into the middle for the staredown. Devon then slaps Kiezamoore right across the cheek as hard as he can, which just agitates Kiezamoore, but also plays into Devon’s hands as Kiezamoore goes after Devon, who smartly gets himself inbetween the ropes, causing the referee to prevent Kiezamoore from attacking Devon, but this also gives the smart Devon a chance to take the advantage by hitting a hard forearm right into the jaw of Kiezamoore, sending him stumbling backwards a few steps. Devon now comes charging out at Kiezamoore, but the challenger is one step ahead of his opponent as he manages to shuffle his body into position to arm drag Devon perfectly, both men are up at exactly the same time and Devon gets a bit over-zealous again by charging at Kiezamoore, only to be on the receiving end of another arm drag, which infuriates Thomas more than inflicts pain onto him. Kiezamoore is still one step ahead of his foe and a standing dropkick from Washburne proves this point even more so as Devon drops to the mat holding his jaw. Kiezamoore now bounces off the ropes and as he returns Devon tries a clothesline, which is easily read by Kiezamoore, who in return ducks the clothesline then returns from the opposite ropes with a big flying clothesline, once more taking Devon down to the mat. Kiezamoore kips up and takes Devon down with a hurricanrana this time. Devon seems to be all over the place at the moment and doesn’t know if he’s coming or going with Kiezamoore helps him get to his feet, only to go for an Irish whip, which is reversed, sending Kiezamoore into the ropes and Devon looks like he’s trying for a tilt-a-whirl slam, but Kiezamoore wraps the legs around the head of Devon, spinning right around him, hooking his neck with his arm and hitting a headscissors DDT on the Cruiserweight Champ, bringing the UWE fans to their feet in appreciation and Kiezamoore is quick to go for the first pinfall attempt of the match…

1…
..

2…
Kickout! Devon seems hurt but managed to kick out on two. Kiezamoore now climbs out of the ring and holds onto the top ropes as if he’s ready to go for a big move on Devon. The second Devon gets up to his feet, Kiezamoore jumps to the top ropes, springboards at Devon and corkscrews in the air, going for the Lambada…but as he connects with the shoulders of Devon, Thomas grabs the neck of Kiezamoore and drops to the floor with him instantly, reversing the move into a brainbuster from out of nowhere!

Hugh Reynolds: Oh my God, his neck, his neck!

Bobby Moroso: Who cares about his neck? That was without doubt the most beautiful counter I’ve ever seen in my life Hugey!

Hugh Reynolds: It looked like he did it on instinct; but nonetheless, Devon has just pulled off a sensational move!

Kiezamoore is laying on the floor clenching his neck, he’s adamant he heard a crack and the UWE fans raise to their feet once more in appreciation, a “Holy Sh*t, Holy Sh*t” chant breaks out before they eventually get back into their seats. Devon is still hurting too and besides a broken neck, the only break Kiezamoore is getting here really is that Devon cannot counter right away; otherwise this one would be over. Devon realises he has a great chance now and immediately begins to stomp away at the neck of Kiezamoore, before dropping a knee on it, maliciously trying to injure Kiezamoore. The ref tries to reason with Devon, but the Cruiserweight Champ’s doing nothing illegal and continues to hurt Kiezamoore. Devon now drags Kiez up onto his feet; the man’s neck seems oh so stiff as Devon Irish whips him into the turnbuckle, before coming at him, and connecting with a stinger splash in the corner. Kiezamoore then comes staggering out and Devon tries to kick him in the mid-section, only for Kiezamoore to catch his leg, but Devon improvises well and leaps up, catching him right on the neck with an enziguri, again dropping Kiezamoore to the mat like a ton of bricks. Devon sees Kiezamoore lying flat on his back and shows great agility in jumping to the top ropes, spinning round and leaping off, landing a hard elbow drop across the chest area of Kiezamoore, all within around two seconds of each other and Devon remains on Kiezamoore, lay across him and counting along with the ref, in quite an arrogant way as the official starts to count…

1…
..

2…
..

Kickout! That was a lot closer than Kiezamoore would’ve liked, but the condition he’s in at the moment, he did well just to get the shoulder up. Devon now gets to his feet and brings up Kiezamoore, he gets him in position for an inverted backbreaker, but Kiezamoore is able to reverse out of it and backslide Devon…

1…
..

Kickout! Devon is up fast and comes at Kiezamoore, swinging at him and missing, now Kiezamoore counters again, this time with a school boy roll-up…

1…
..
Kickout! Devon’s shoulders barely touch the mat before he kicks out. Both men are up to their feet quickly and Devon goes for a superkick, which is ducked by Kiezamoore, who now in turn goes for a spinning wheel kick off his own which is ducked by Devon, who takes Kiezamoore down for a school boy of his own, but Devon is hooking the tights and this time the official notices right away and refuses to count. Devon is not best impressed and he gets right into the refs face, before turning around…Broken Prom-No! Kiezamoore got his head out of the way in time! Kiezamoore now comes rushing at Devon Thomas, who is able to lower his body, pick Kiezamoore up and toss him over the top of himself, unfortunately for Devon though Kiezamoore shows incredible balance in landing right on the top ropes! Devon doesn’t know this and points directly to his head; he thinks he’s done quite the intelligent move but he doesn’t see Kiezamoore behind him, perched and ready to attack. Devon turns around…Upstage!! Kiezamoore hit it right on the money!!! Kiezamoore covers Devon Thomas…

1…
..

2…
..

3!

Schumacher: Here is your winner…and NNEEEWWWW UWE Cruiserweight Champion…Kiezamoore Washburne!

Kiezamoore has done it, the fans go crazy for him as months of chasing the gold has finally come to fruition tonight, with Kiezamoore winning his Championship. Kiezamoore takes the belt and hoists it up high, much to the delight of the fans who cheer his name as we head into a commercial break.

Some time, early in the evening:

The camera cuts to the backstage area.  Onslaught is seen storming through the halls of the backstage area with a bandage wrapped around his head and another around his chest...a man with a purpose.

The first man he comes to is The X.  Almost lifting the man off his feet Onslaught, almost in desparation, grabs X by the shoulders and looks in his eyes.

Onslaught:  Man...tell me you saw somethin'.  Anythin'!

In very matter-of-fact fashion, The X calmly replies.

The X:  Put me down.

Onslaught puts The X down and steps back, almost apologetically.

Onslaught:  Sorry, X.  But I know someone had to have seen somethin'.  I mean, whatever son of a **** did this had to leave the arena floor somehow.  It's just gonna be a matter if findin' out who did this...and then findin' out why.  And when I do...

Onslaught spins around and plants his fist on the rack of tables folded up next to him.  His massive hand goes through the first table and sends the rest of the rack toppling over.  Pulling his bloody fist back from the hole he's made in the table, he continues:

Onslaught:  Let's just say they're gonna have a bad day.  A VERY...

Onslaught points a finger at The X.

Onslaught:  ...bad day.

Onslaught, realizing that he may look a bit accusatory at the moment, then pats his hand on The X's shoulder and smiles.

Onslaught:  Let me know if you hear anythin', okay man?

Onslaught walks off down the hall, with the same determination in his step that he had before, bloody hand and all...

Match 7: Riddick Andrews vs Adam Deming w/Allen Marrow at ringside
Write coming soon
Winner: Adam Deiming


As the PPV continues, we go backstage to UWE interviewer, Courtney, dressed in a black top and a pair of jeans. From the looks of it she is ready for a backstage segment and she raises her microphone and is ready to start.

.:Courtney:.
Ladies and gentlemen, so far tonight we have had a great time, with some great matches and still we have probably the three most awaited matches of the evening left. We will see if the Intercontinental title remains with James J and the UWE or if it changes hands and ends up with Scylla and the New Dawn.
And then Blaze is looking forward to settle the score with UWE general manager Greenbean, who saw to it so Blaze lost his cruiserweight title last month at Trial & Retribution.
And last, but certainly not least, the main event we all have been waiting for! Former leader of VIRUS, the only Grand Slam champion in UWE history, Angelus, takes on the current world heavyweight champion, E.E. Faulk.

The fans in the arena start to cheer as Courtney mentions Faulk and she smiles.

But at this time, I'd like to welcome a former contender to Faulk's title, a former Intercontinental champion and, at his own request, a man that is vastly experienced in beating the former cruiserweight champion, Bryan Blaze.

She shakes her head.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...Anderson!

As a smiling Anderson walks into the picture, the fans reacts as they have since his return to UWE, as they have since he joined VIRUS. He is dressed in a black suit, with a black shirt and a white tie and right behind him is Charisma dressed in a black knee long dress, also wearing a white jacket.

Welcome to the wonderful Minneapolis, Minnesota, Anderson!

The fans cheers the comment from Courtney but Anderson shrugs his shoulder and fires of a crooked smile.

.:Anderson:.
I don't know about wonderful. But I know wonderful when it comes to cities, like my hometown Toronto for example, but this city here isn’t that wonderful. But thanks anyway Courtney and congrats on that cheap pop there!

As quick as the fans were on cheering Courtney, they boo Anderson. This just makes him shake his head and laugh. Courtney looks slightly away from him before she continues.

.:Courtney:.
So tonight you have the night of and have been able to see this PPV as our fans watches it; what is your take on it so far?

.:Anderson:.
Well, I heard you say that we've had a great time and some great matches. Right?

He looks over at Charisma who nods, agreeing with Anderson.

But to be honest this hasn't been that great. I mean there have been some ok matches, perhaps even some good matches; but they sure haven't been great and so far this PPV is just ok, on the verge on being good.

Courtney is about to say something but is cut of by Anderson as he grabs the microphone, stares at her and shakes his head.

But with me here, this has gone from mediocre to great. That is all it takes, a dash of Anderson!

He smiles and behind him, Charisma nods her head agreeing with Anderson. Courtney tries to say something, again, this time Anderson doesn’t stop her. From the look on her face it is clear that she doesn’t agree with Anderson about this night being barely good.

.:Courtney:.
Well good or great, we still have the biggest matches of this PPV left; and even though you are not part of them, what is your take on the three matches?

Anderson shrugs his shoulders, acting like he doesn’t really care.

.:Anderson:.
What matches are there left?

.:Courtney:.
Well, the next match is for the Intercontinental title and is between James J and Scylla; a match between UWE and New Dawn, the new VIRUS according to some. What is your take on that match?

.:Anderson:.
Take on what match?

Courtney shakes her head and Anderson smiles.

As you said it is a match between UWE and this New Dawn, which I have to agree on, is nothing but a poor copy of VIRUS, which I couldn’t care less about. But once again James J is involved in defending the UWE colors, and the last time he was involved in such matches he didn’t exactly succeed at defending anything. So there might be a title change in this match seeing Scylla leave with the title. Then we’ll see if she will walk out on her own or if X will see to it that she is helped out of the arena.

He smirks at the camera and looks over at Courtney, who slowly nods her head.

.:Courtney:.
Ok, something tells me that I don’t have to ask about the next match, but I will do so against my better judgment; Bryan Blaze vs. Greenbean.

Anderson lets out a big laugh.

.:Anderson:.
You are right; this is a question you shouldn’t have to ask me. I know what Bryan Blaze is all about. He is about big words and thinks he has a plan on how to fight his way out of the underdog position and come out on top. But more than often has he failed at this. And those who saw the two matches between Greenbean and Angelus, knows that the GM of UWE is a tough SOB. I honestly can’t see how Blaze can work his way around this one. This feels like it can and will end like it does when he faces me; with Blaze looking up on the winner laying on his back.

The fans in the arena show there support for Bryan Blaze as they first boo the comments made by Anderson and then start a “Bryan Blaze” chant. Courtney smiles and Anderson just shakes his head and looks unmoved by the fans reaction.

.:Courtney:.
And then finally we have the match so many have waited for, perhaps already the match of the year; Faulk vs. Angelus for the world heavyweight title!

.:Anderson:.
Angelus.

Courtney looks at Anderson with a surprised look on her face. The answer came so fast and so distinct, she had expected a similar exposition as he had had on the other two matches.

Angelus is, in my eyes, the better of the two. I worked close to him during my time in VIRUS and saw what he is all about and what he is capable of. And comparing that to what I have seen when I’ve been in the ring with Faulk, I have to say Angelus hands down. And it is probably what is best for the company, looking at it from a financial point of view.

.:Courtney:.
And there it is, something so many have been asking since your return; what is this obsession with money and looking at it as the only motivation to compete? What about titles, honor and the fans appreciation?

Anderson laughs and shakes his head. He then looks over at Charisma, who has a big smile on her lips.

.:Anderson:.
I’ve been over this so many times over the last few weeks and I’m sick and tired of it. But one last time I’ll explain why and I’ll even use an example, you Courtney.

Courtney looks surprised as Anderson points at her.

Now what is it you do for a living?

She looks at him as if he has lost it.

.:Courtney:.
Well, I conduct interviews with the superstar here in UWE.

.:Anderson:.
And I guess that you love what you do?

She nods.

And you are happy that you get to do what you love and at the same time getting paid for it, right?

Courtney doesn’t answer right away but then she slowly nods her head.

And that is exactly why I am doing this, because I get paid for doing what I love. We all do it, the thing is unlike people like Faulk, Blaze, Riddick etc I am honest about it! If Greenbean wants to pay me good money to go to the ring and kicks someone’s ass, I’ll do it for the money; if I can do something that makes me the talk around the UWE and the wrestling community, I’ll do it because it will raise my value!

The fans start to boo and a massive “Sell Out” chant starts inside the arena, something that gets Anderson to smile.

.:Courtney:.
So with the money issue being your motivation, I guess that you will be aiming for the world title as soon as possible?

Anderson starts to laugh.

Well it is the title where the most money would be, being the biggest title in UWE?

.:Anderson:.
That is where you are wrong, Courtney. It is the holder of the title that makes the title, not the other way around. People pay champions to appear on shows, commercials and other stuff because they are champions, not because of what title they hold. For example:
The world heavyweight champion, at this moment, Faulk isn’t exactly a name many companies would like to front and pay good money for to be a face of a product or a  champion a TV show would pay good money to have a private interview with. But men like Angelus and me, we are those men, but it doesn’t matter what title we hold, because we are champions with any title around our waists, but at the same time we are interesting men, interesting names!

Anderson pauses as he hears the crowd go nuts about the comments directed towards their favorite champion, E.E. Faulk. The reactions doesn’t bother Anderson, but when he continues to talk with Courtney, his voice his more tense but he still looks relaxed.

I’ve said that I am back to take what is truly mine and always should have been mine and that is all I will say about my goals; because unless made a good offer to sit down and talk about my goals, that answer is all you will ever get!
Because until I get paid good money you will all have to wait and see what happens now that Anderson is back in business; and things will happen!

Anderson adjusts his tie and then looks back over his shoulder at Charisma. She points at her watch and points towards an exit and he nods.

Now if you excuse me Courtney, me and my manager have a mediocre PPV to finish watching!

Anderson and Charisma walks out of the picture leaving Courtney standing, looking after them. As the picture fades out to black, Courtney can be seen looking at the camera guy shaking her head and mouthing “what a jerk”.
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UWE Intercontinental Championship
Match 8: James J vs Evelyn ‘Scylla’ LaRivierre w/ The X special guest referee


Match Writer: The X


Coming back from a promotional sponsor commercial, we're at ringside with Hugh and Bobby.

Hugh: Well what a night it's been.

Bobby: And it's not over yet Hugh.  This next match, well I've been waiting for all night!

Hugh: As have I Bobby, but this isn't a match that just came about lightly.  A lot has been building between Scylla and the Intercontinental Champion, James J. 

Bobby: Let's not forget the wildcard here tonight, the third man in the ring, the special referee The X.

Hugh: Anything surely can, and most likely will happen here tonight, but first let's take a look back at how this match came to a head here tonight.

We cut to a promotional video package, highlighting the history over the last month or so between James J, Scylla, and The X.  The video is set with "Gives You Hell" by the All American Rejects as background music.

"I wake up every evening
With a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working
At a nine to five pace
I wonder how bad that tastes"

A video clip plays showing the first onset of tensions between The X and Scylla, with Scylla lashing out at X for pursuing Kris Destiny and the **** Title.

"When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell"

Another clip shows X winning the **** Title.  That is followed up closely by a clip showing Scylla being approached by Scott Reave and The New Dawn.

"Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car
And did it ever get you far
You never seemed so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are"

A clip plays showing Scylla's betrayal of GreenBean and The X, as she reveals herself as the person that let the New Dawn in.

"And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying"

A closeup of X's face as he hears the news of Scylla joining New Dawn.  This clip is followed up by cutting back to the scene where Scylla joined the New Dawn, and GreenBean offering Scylla a shot at the IC title, if she can beat James J in a non-title match.

"When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell"

The closing moments of that match are shown, as Scylla nails James J with the Atonement, earning her shot at the title.  A slowed down clip of her holding up the Intercontinental Title up after the match is shown as well.

"Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Where'd it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on"

A clip plays showing Scott Reave being taken out by Riddick Andrews and the beating that followed, as Scylla waited at the ramp and seemed to want to go help.

"And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying"

A closeup shot of X's face again, as he slams his bat repeatedly into Scott Reave.

"When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell"

Voice of Hugh "It's all come down to this, Scylla against James J, with the Intercontinental Championship on the line".  We then see a shot of James J, watching tapes of Scylla.  We hear the voice of James J, "And X better not get in the way, or we'll just have to pay him a visit!"

"Now you'll never see
What you've done to me
You can take back your memories
They're no good to me
And here's all your lies
You can't look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look
That you wear so well"

As the rest of the song plays, various images of Scylla and James J flash across the screen.

"When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool you're just as well
Hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song and you sing along but you never tell
Then you're the fool, I'm just as well
Hope it gives you hell

When you hear this song
I hope that it will give you hell

You can sing along
I hope that it puts you through hell"

The video package closes with the Fight Night: Redemption poster that promotes James J versus Scylla, and at the very end The X flickers into the picture in a referee's shirt.

Hugh: Well there you have it, just a slight glimpse into the very storied past that these three share over a short time.

Bobby: The time for talking has come and gone.  It's time for action.

Hugh: Let's go up to Schumacher for the formal introductions and get this blockbuster match started!

The lights dim in the arena and three bell tolls sound.  A spotlight comes on in the ring, illuminating Schumacher.

Schumacher: Ladies and gentelmen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING ENTERTAINMENT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, he is the special guest referee assigned to this contest...one-half of the UWE Tag Team Champions, and the current UWE **** Champion...THE X!

The lights go out in the arena.  Red strobe lights begin to flicker at the stage area, building in frequency and intensity until there is a huge pyro explosion on stage, as X IS COMING FOR YOU by DMX plays loudly over the PA system.  After a moment, The X steps onto the stage.  He is dressed in his full ring gear, minus the black trenchcoat.  His black t-shirt has been replaced by a referee shirt.  His face is painted crow-style, with traditional black and white colors.  There is little to no emotion shown on his face as he makes his way down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.  It can be noted though, that he is wearing his **** Championship belt, but not the UWE Tag Team title.  X unstraps the belt and folds it in a corner as his music fades.  The lights come back to normal, but only for a moment.

The lights flicker frantically before going completely out. It is silent for a moment, until words echo throughout the arena:

"SINNERS....They're all sinners....they're all going to the painful, everlasting, FIREY HELL."

"Them Bones" by Alice in Chains blasts through the speakers, and a shower of sparks fly from underneath the Tron as Scylla walks into view. She turns her head slowly from left to right, waiting patiently for her little sister and manager, Cassy, to come out behind her.

Both women make their way down the ramp, Cassy smiling innocently, and Scylla staring intently at ring. Almost unknown to Scylla, Adam Deming and Alan Marrow have also made their way out, following Scylla and Cassy.  The redhead doesn't bother using the stairs; she climbs underneath the bottom rope and then onto the mat. Her little sister stays out of the ring and walks next to the bell holder. Scylla turns and sees the New Dawn, almost at the same moment that Schumacher makes his announcement.


Schumacher: And making her way to the ring, accompanied by Cassandra and The New Dawn, she is the challenger, Evelyn "Scylla" LaRivierre!

Scylla shakes her head in a disapproving manner and goes over to the ropes.  She leans over and starts to say something to Deming and Marrow, but is cut off.  X has reached under the ring apron and produced his black baseball bat and slings it over his shoulder as he walks over to where The New Dawn are outside the ring.  He shoots a cold glance up at Scylla and then takes the bat and points it at Deming and Marrow.

The X: GET OUT OF HERE!  You're not going to just walk out here and do as you all see fit!  I'm not going to allow this match to be tainted or swayed in your direction!  GET OUT OF HERE!

Bobby: What is X doing?  They were just out here to watch!

Hugh: He doesn't want any excuses in this one.  I have a feeling that no one is going to get an unfair advantage.

Bobby: C'mon Hugh!  X is biased, don't be coy!  He's going to call this one in favor of James J!  Scylla needs some help out here.

Hugh: I doubt that whole-heartedly partner.  The day that Scylla NEEDS someone else out here, is the day this company goes under and wrestling implodes upon itself until it is no more.

Bobby: What the hell are you talking about Hugh?

Hugh: I'm just saying she doesn't need help.

Bobby: There, now wasn't that easier?  Imploding on itself...what next Hugh?

Adam Deming and Alan Marrow have headed the warnings from X, helped by the icy glare from Scylla and have exited ring-side.  As X puts the bat down in the same corner as the **** Title, the lights again dim.

The opening of Hell by Disturbed begins to play over the PA.

*ahh ahh*

The song continues to play over the PA as some of the fans rise to their feet.

*Burning now I bring you hell
Oh, burning now I bring you hell*

James then walks out onto the stage, he is wearing the intercontinental championship around his waist. He drops down on the stage, and rises back up moments later

*Leave me tonight, when the warnings said leave a shudder upon you
Running from all that you've feared in your life
Soul of the night, will a son mislead paint a horror upon you
Marking the moment, displaying in my ghost of a life
That I can't condone the way you left me out in the open
To leave me to die
So how can I, forget the way you led me through the path into heaven
To leave me behind*


Schumacher: Making his way to the ring, from Augusta, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 226 pounds, he is one half of the Dark City Boyz, the Intercontinental Champion... James "The Krusher" Jowers.

*Now I can't stay behind
Save me, from wreaking my vengeance upon you
Too Killing more than I can tell
Burning now I bring you hell
Oh, burning now I bring you hell*

James walks up to the top of the steps, and goes up onto the apron and hops to the second rope and bends down, only to rise back up, where he takes the Intercontinental championship off and holds it high in the air. He smiles at the fans looking on, he lays the title down on the top turnbuckle, and hops into the ring. He then walks over to the ropes, he gets up on the second rope and holds the title up once more. Most of the fans continue to cheer as he soon gets of of the ropes, and walks over into the corner. The X walks over to James J.  The two exchange a long stare as X holds out his hand.  James J just smirks and then offers his hand back to X, who just slaps it away.  He's not looking for a handshake, he's asking for the IC belt!  James scowls a little and unstraps the belt and hands it to X, who hoists the belt high into the air, the universal signal that lets everyone know it is on the line, and then hands it through the ropes to a ring side attendant.  The X looks to both Scylla and James before calling for the opening bell.


Hugh: And here we go!

The opening moment of the match sees James J charge out of his corner, and as he approaches, he ducks a clothesline from Scylla, only to quickly roll her up from behind in a pin!

1.
2.
3!


Hugh: NO!  X says only 2, but my god that was close!  And that was a fast count!  I've never seen anyone count that fast!

Bobby: So much for right down the middle!

James J stands up and shoves X back into a corner.

James J: What the hell?  I don't need your help!

X stares a hole through James J and just shakes his head, before putting up both hands in a sign of submission.  He then holds his hands out in a "go on" manner, and James turns around and is met by an enraged Scylla, who tackles James right back into the very corner X was in.  X ducks out of the way and rolls out of the ring, as Scylla pins James in the corner and lays in with a fury of rights and lefts, catching the champion off guard.  She puts punctuation on it with a huge standing dropkick and puts James J down on his rear-end in the corner.  Scylla stops for a moment and her attention turns to The X, standing outside the ring.  She points at him and scolds him.

Scylla: Be a man and call this down the middle!

X looses his composure for a moment and actually swings at Scylla!  She ducks just in the nick of time, back into the ring.  X slams his fists into the ring apron and starts to walk up the ramp, with a heated look on his face.

Hugh: Is he leaving?

Bobby: I can't believe he finally swung at her!  That has to dispell any questions as to whether or not these two are going to coexist in the same ring tonight.

Hugh: But he's the official!  He can't walk out on the match!

X stops at the bottom of the ramp and turns around, the anger slowly slips from his face as he regains his composure.  Back inside the ring, Scylla is capitalizing on James being down in the corner, and pulls him back up to his feet.  She goes to irish whip him across the ring to the opposite corner, but it's reversed by James J, who sends Scylla across into the corner.  James charges in and attempts that huge spear, the same one that folded Scylla in half few weeks back, but Scylla ducks out of the ring and James stops himself just short of hitting the ring post with his shoulder.  James backs up to the middle of the ring, and stops short...realizing that Scylla is outside the ring on one side, and X is still outside the ring on the other.  He shifts looks back and forth between them for a moment, and then raises his fists up as X slides back into the ring.  X just shakes his head at James and walks over and begins to count Scylla out of the ring.

1...

2...

3...

Scylla takes a moment to compose herself before sliding back under the bottom rope.  X stops the count and backs himself up into a corner and leans back, watching now.


Hugh: I think he's just going to let them go here Bobby.

Bobby: It may be the best idea he's had yet.

After an odd start to the match, it's almost as if it begins all over again.  Scylla and James move to the center of the ring and lock up, both looking to gain an advantage.  Scylla is the first to gain, as she turns and locks James into a standing side headlock.  But it's not locked in all the way, as James has his hands up to half block the hold.  Scylla cinches in, trying to lock it in all the way, but James reverses it, turning it into a hammer lock, before fluidly pulling Scylla down into a standing side head lock of his own.  The crowd cheers at the display of competition from the competitors.  Scylla sends a forearm into James' back, and then walks him over to the ropes, and breaks the hold by sending James flying off the ropes.  As James comes back, Scylla ducks down to the mat and James floats over her and comes off the ropes again, and this time Scylla takes James down to the mat with a hard clothesline.  With the champ down and holding the side of his face, Scylla charges at the ropes and springboards off into a moonsault, landing flush across James' torso!

Hugh: What impact!  The champ folded up like an acordian!

Bobby: I think it's going to take a lot more than a moonsault to put James away though!

Hugh: You're right there partner, he's already rolled over and is up on his hands and knees.

James staggers back to his feet and Scylla is right behind him, and she lifts him up and drops him down crotch-first onto her knee in an atomic drop.  James clutches his backside and barely gets a chance to catch his breath as he's taken over and back in a big german suplex!  His head hits hard, and Scylla makes the cover.  But X just stands there.  Scylla screams something inaudible to him and he moves down to make the count.

1........

2...........

But James kicks out after a very slow two count!  Scylla is seething, as she gets up and grabs X by his referee shirt and stares him in the eyes.  No emotion shown from X as he just brushes Scylla's hands off his shirt and pushes her back away.  He cocks his head to the side, as if to say don't push it or you're going to loose by DQ.  Scylla now realizes that she is fighting a bit of an uphill battle with X in the ring.  But that dosen't stop her as she turns her attention back to James J, who is pulling himself back up to his feet using the ropes.  As Scylla approaches James kicks her in the gut, stopping her in her tracks.  In a very fluid motion he follows up with a huge roundhouse kick to Scylla's face, that catches her in the side of her head, sending both down to the mat.  James lifts Scylla up and whips her off the ropes, catching her with a big spinning wheel kick, again the side of her head.  Scylla is rattled and James doesn't let up.  He picks her up lifts her straight up in the air, SKY HIGH and brings her crashing back down to the canvas.  He hooks a leg and covers her.  X is down for the count, and makes it a normal count this time after the last time he fast counted for James J.

1...

2...

2 3/4!

Scylla kicks out!


Hugh: Scylla is out, but barely after James J has turned things around.

Bobby: I said it before and I stand by it, I thinK Scyll has bit off more than she can chew against James J.

Hugh: Well he may be the Intercontinental Champion, but Scylla is a fighter.  And she already holds a pinfall victory over him!  I'd say this one can go either way!

Bobby: Either way?  Did just watch the same series of moves I did?  Scylla doesn't even know where she is right now!

Scylla is slow back to her feet and is only there for a moment before being sent right back down to the canvas with a huge dropkick from James J.  The Champ is on a roll, and the camera catches a glimpse of Cassy on the outside, with a worried look on her face.  Scylla is down and almost motionless, as James gets a running start and flips and lands hard with a senton splash across Scylla.  Again he goes for the cover.

1...

2...

Kick out!


Hugh: The champ seems to be getting a bit frustrated, as he's hitting some very big moves and yet can't put Scylla down for the 3 count!

Bobby: The man's got the gold for a reason.  He's just biding his time.  He knows he can put her down.  It's just a matter of time Hugh.

Hugh: That time may be getting nearer, James J has just locked in the Hill Side Strangler on Scylla!

As Scylla slowly made her way back to her feet again, James stalked her and approached from behind, pulling her down into his version of the tazzmission.  Scylla's arms are flailing as she tries desperately to fight through the pain and the urge to close her eyes as the air is sucked out of her.  X drops down to one knee and stares at Evey as she fights the hold.  James has it locked on in the center of the ring, and Evey's got no where to go.  In a bit of a panic, Scylla latches a hand onto X's shirt again and in the process shoves him back, although not on purpose.  X rolls through and stands back up, a look of anger returning to his face.  He looks to be about to call for the bell, when he decides against it.  He again takes his place in a corner and watches as Scylla starts to slow her movements, slowly fading from the hold.  X doesn't make a move to stop the match in any way.  James J sees this and breaks the hold.  He looks at X with a "what the ****" look and then covers the lifeless body of Scylla.  X drops down and begins to count.

1...

2...

NO!

Evey kicked out at the very last moment, gasping for more air.  James slaps the mat in frustration.  He gets up and again backs X up into a corner, shouting at him to call the match right.  The X and James J exchange heated words, with James shoving X back into the corner on a few occasions.  Meanwhile, Scylla has pulled herself back up using the ropes.  She tries shaking loose the cobwebs and then sees X and James arguing in the corner.  X shoves James back out of the corner and he turns around and is nailed by a huge super kick from Scylla!  The force of the kick sends James J back and the back of his head cracks The X right in the face, sending him down hard, leaving X dazed and seemingly out of it in the corner.  It took all that Scylla had to nail that kick, and now all three are down in the ring.

Hugh: I can't believe that!

Bobby: Did X just shove James into that kick?

Hugh: He shoved him but I don't think it had anything to do with what Scylla had in mind. 

Bobby: All three of these athletes are down, and we're without an official!

In the ring, Scylla is the first to pull herself back up to a standing base.  She takes one look at X, who is down in the corner and James, down in the center of the ring.  Scylla walks over to X and nudges him out of the ring with a boot.  She then motions for someone to send another referee out to the ring.  Without missing a beat, she picks James J up and nails him head first into the mat with a big DDT.  She again picks him up, gaining some momentum and pulls his head down and then lifts him up into position for a Crucifix Powerbomb, nailing it!  She plants James down hard into the mat and goes for the cover.  After a few very long seconds, and obviously more than a three count, a second referee finally slides into the ring and makes the count.

1...
2..

NO!  James is out at the very last moment.  Scylla has the same look of frustration on her face that James had a little while ago, but she doesn't let it get to her.  She quickly moves to James legs and locks in the Redemption Lock!  She sits back hard on it and the referee drops down to check on James J!  James looks to be about to tap, when from outside the ring, X pulls the referee out of the ring, and drops him into X MARKS THE SPOT.  X stands back up on the outside and brings his hand up to his forehead, and feels the small trickle of blood from the cut that James' head opened up.  X shakes it off and rolls under the bottom rope, just in time to see James J make it to the ropes!  X demands for Scylla to break the hold, which she begrudgingly does.


Hugh: Bobby this thing has gone back and forth, what else are we going to see here tonight?

Bobby: Someone needs to check on that other official!

Hugh: Both Scylla and James are drained from this match!

Scylla gives one glancing glare X's way and just refocuses on James, ignoring X.  Scylla sees that James is making his way back up to his knees, but is still dazed.  She climbs to the top rope and sets up for the Atonement!

Scylla dives from the top rope, and nails James with the Atonement!  She makes the cover.  X hesitates again, but drops down to make the count!  It's another slow count!

1...........

2................

3!!!!!

X lowers his head and calls for the bell.


Schumacher: Ladies and Gentlemen!  Here is your winner, and the NEW UWE INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!  SCYLLA!

Hugh: My god she's done it!  After all that she had to fight through in this match, Scylla pulled it out!

Bobby: James got robbed!  New Dawn is now in possession of the Intercontinetal Championship!  What the hell does this mean for UWE???

Hugh: I don't know Bobby, but I think Scylla has other problems at the moment!

Back up in the ring, James J has rolled out of the ring.  Scylla stands up, a bit groggy as X throws the title at her!  X glares at Scylla and then drops out of the ring, quickly reaching under the ring apron and pulling out a cloth bag.  He slides the bag into the ring and grabs his bat as he slides back into the ring.  Scylla is up in a corner, but she looks ready to fight.  X points his bat at Scylla, and there's a moment of hurt in Scylla's eyes, almost as if she knows what's coming next.  She lowers her head, ready to take a shot to the skull from her former tag team partner.  She's hit, but by the cloth bag.  She raises her head, to see a still emotionless X.  She opens the string on the bag and pulls out her UWE Tag Team Title belt.  She then lets a smile creep across her face, as X hoists up his half of the tag team titles as well.  X rips the referee shirt off and reveals a New Dawn shirt, as he slings his title over his shoulder.  Scylla walks out of the corner and X picks up the Intercontinental title and gives it to Scylla and raises her hand!

Hugh: My god!  X has joined the New Dawn!??!  Was this all just a ruse?  All of this?

Bobby: They are celebrating, and it sure as hell looks that way to me Hugh!

Hugh: What does this mean for UWE?  New Dawn is now in possession of the Tag Team Championships, **** Championship, and the Intercontinental Championship!

The cameras fade out from this match, with a last shot of X and Scylla celebrating in the ring.
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« Reply #3 on: February 25, 2009, 02:31:03 am »

Match 9: Bryan Blaze vs Greenbean

Match Writer: Slamdown


The sound of Greenbean’s entrance music plays over the p.a system, indicating its now time for a match that’s eagerly anticipated to say the least. Greenbean comes walking out from behind the curtains, he doesn’t show anger or rage, he’s focused, “back in the saddle again” some might say as he walks down the entrance ramp, boo’ed by many and applauded by precious few but he doesn’t care as he enters the ring. The next music is that which is synonymous with Bryan Blaze, but not three seconds after its been on and Greenbean is now calling for a microphone which he takes into his hand, which draws a close to Blaze’s entrance music as he now proceeds to speak.

Greenbean: You know, ever since I became General Manager I never really knew the extent of the power I was entitled to here in UWE. I’ve been pretty damn lenient with my superstars. If I wanted to have the World Championship strapped in pink fluffy material, I could. I don’t because, well firstly that would be quite uncool and secondly, that title has not purposefully pissed me off. But Bryan Blaze, you’re a different kettle of fish; you’ve screwed with me far too much so for tonight, your entrance music is not going to be One Step Closer, no, no, no. Tonight, your gonna have a different theme. Oh and also…

Greenbean then whispers something into the ear of Schumacher, who he then demands say his request as Schumacher begins to speak..

Schumacher: Greenbean’s opponent…Bryan “slicker than your average” Blaze!

The song “Grease Lightening” then begins to blast away on the p.a system which is a clear spit in the face of Blaze, which Greenbean finds hilarious. Blaze sprints down the ramp, cold unmasked rage etched onto the features of his face displaying clearly his fury at being made a mockery of. Greenbean watches with a smirk as Blaze reaches ringside, expecting him to halt to consider his entry into the ring, yet Blaze does not relent in his charge and dives forward hastily throwing himself under the bottom rope. In the ring Greenbean has no time to react before Blaze, quick to his feet, charges at him and unleashes a flurry of hard –close-fisted left and rights straight to the jaw that instantly wipe the aforementioned smirk from his opponents face.

Reynolds: Greenbean may find himself regretting deciding to flaunt his control because the only effect it seems to have had is infuriating Bryan Blaze who is quite evidently turning that anger into momentum as we can see right now.

Moroso: Sure but I doubt Blaze’s mind is functioning properly, he can’t be thinking straight and if he keeps in this mind frame then it’s only a matter of time before Greenbean outwits him.

In the middle of one of these many blows, Greenbean is able to somehow grab hold of Blaze’s wrist and throw him to the floor. Blaze is back to his feet quickly, however, undeterred at being caught off guard in such a manner and intent on not letting it happen for a second time. He steps forwards and connects with a sharp kick to the knee that causes Greenbean to stagger slightly and then goes for a second only for Greenbean to avoid it and come back with a solid clothesline that sends Blaze to the mat. Greenbean picks Blaze up and hits a knee to the gut followed closely by a tight headlock which allows him to move Blaze to the ropes where he pounds away on him with sturdy strikes to the body designed to wear him down.

Reynolds: an intense and competitive start to the match, things are looking good so far.

Greenbean Irish whips Blaze into the turnbuckle then charges at him as he turns around, looking for another clothesline, yes it met with a high kick to the head that knocks him to the mat. Blaze wastes little time in going back on the offensive and locks in a tight leg lock yet Greenbean is able to wriggle out of it relatively quickly and the two once again exchange blows in the centre of the ring. A right hook from Greenbean, left uppercut from Blaze, forearm from Greenbean, Blaze hits a kick to the midsection; Greenbean has another right hook… BAM! Blaze hits a particularly powerful hit to the jaw that sends Greenbean to the mat for a second time.

Reynolds: Blaze seems to be in control.

Moroso: For the moment.

Blaze seizes Greenbean by the neck and drags him towards the corner where he is able to trap him between himself and the turnbuckle, he hammers away with half a dozen more stiff blows before taking several steps backwards and then dashing forwards and leaping up high to hit Greenbean with a dropkick to the head, the force of which sends him over the top rope crashing to the arena floor outside. Blaze paces the ring, eyes locked onto his opponent as he waits impatiently for him to get to his feet. Eventually Greenbean does so, unashamedly having taken more time than really needed in order to regain his composure after the relentless torrent of strikes, and Blaze dashes forwards to leap onto the top rope and springing off it to the outside looking for a flying cross body. Unfortunately for Blaze, Greenbean has the move scouted and dives out of the way leaving Blaze to collide brutally with the solid arena floor with such force that he is sent vigorously rolling into the ring barrier. The ref counts…

1…

Reynolds: Ouch would be an understatement! He went for the shooting star but it’s gone horribly wrong! That has taken the wind right out of his sails and he’ll be extremely fortunate if he doesn’t have a cracked rib after that one; although that’s nothing compared to the broken neck he could have had if that had gone even a little bit worse.

3…

Moroso: I told you something like that was coming, he was thinking with his heart not his head and it’s potentially cost him dearly. You don’t put your entire career on the line like that unless there’s going to be a big pay off, and aside from a few delighted gasps from the fans I don’t quite see how much that would have had achieved for him even if it had been successful.

5…

Reynolds: Are you kidding? Failure or not, it was a remarkable show of bravery and athleticism and I disagree with your analysis… if he’d hit that then this match may well have been over not long after.

Moroso: And now it also may be over soon, but not in the way he’d have wanted – see my point?

7…

Reynolds: We’ll just see what happens ok, although I have to admit that we may need some EMT’s down here if Blaze can’t go on.

8…

Blaze lays flat on the floor with an expression of unmistakable pain upon his face and his right arm clutching his side tightly, plainly injured and winded yet he casts it to one side as he rolls onto his stomach and attempts to push himself up with his left arm. Meanwhile a drop of sweat trickles down Greenbean’s brow as he clambers to his feet, whether it is a result of fear after lacking control during the start of the match or just the intense glaze of the arena lights and the collective heat of the thousands of fans packed into the arena is undetermined yet either way it hints at an underlying unease that could prove hazardous. He rolls into the ring on the count of nine yet, rather than being content with victory via count-out, he then slides straight back out of the ring with obvious malicious intent. He grabs Blaze with confidence – lifting him to his feet – before connecting with several strong forearms to the head and then forcefully tossing him into the ring post. Blaze lets out an audible gasp of anguish as his ribs once again collide with unforgiving solid matter and yet naturally Greenbean, like a predator sensing blood in the water, does not relent; instead moving in to hit a heavy kick to Blaze’s side that once again causes him to wince. A smirk creeps over Greenbean’s face, things are only too easy right now although the ref’s restarted count is growing worryingly close to ten.

6…

Reynolds: Well, as much as I dislike witnessing it, Greenbean has clearly took note of Blaze’s weak spot and is working away on it.

7…

Moroso: It’s all about tactics and this one’s tried and tested not only in a wrestling sense but also in the entire natureal world – wear your victim down, injure them and move in for the kill.

8…

Reynolds: You don’t have to take quite so much pride in putting it so bluntly.

9…

All this while Greenbean has been landing several more unrelenting blows but snaps to his senses as he hears that final number and hastily seizes Blaze, lifting up, and drags him back into the ring before quickly following to avoid being caught out. Greenbean turns to watch Blaze as he struggles to regain composure and get up off the mat, he does nothing as Blaze lays a hand on the middle ring rope and uses it for support to pull himself halfway to his feet… BAM! Greenbean hurtles forwards and hits yet another vicious boot the side that leaves Blaze writhing in agony on the canvas. Greenbean clearly wants to continue his assault yet the ref rapidly leaps in front of him as he steps forward and puts a hand out to clearly signal him to stop, he tries to sidestep the official only to be blocked yet again with a much more dynamic caution. For a moment he begins to raise his fist only to let it drop and raise his hands in an almost mocking acknowledgement of the referee’s wishes, with the matter seemingly sorted the ref turns to check on Blaze’s condition – as the camera zooms in the latter can be heard to say ‘You think I’d give in that easily’.

Moroso: Valiant or foolish? It’s a matter of opinion but either way no one can deny that the decision to continue is one he may live to regret.

Reynolds: Although on the other hand, if he wins then it’ll most certainly have been a wise one.

Moroso: There are more important things in life than winning Hugh, such as being able to ‘walk’ out of this arena rather than wheeled out.

Reynolds: You don’t mince you wor-… Wait a minute, what the hell is Greenbean doing.

Moroso: That’s questioning authority! Someone give this man the sack.

Reynolds: Oh no…

With the referee momentarily distracted, Greenbean has taken the opportunity to leave the ring and is now lifting up the ring apron and glancing underneath. He bends down and reaches forwards, a fleeting grin flickering across his lips, after a moment he produces what he has been looking for; a steel chair that glistens under the arena lights as he raises it into the air with one arm – a pre-emptive victory stance if you care to think of it in such a way. Sliding back into the ring, slowly so as not to raise the attention of the referee who is still bent over Blaze, he stands and watches for a few seconds before taking heavy steps towards the two.

One step…

Two steps…

Three steps…

Four steps…


The referee turns around and a look of shock registers on his aged features yet it remains only a minute before he leaps up and wrenches the chair from Greenbean’s hands. A laugh comes from Greenbean’s mouth, not a one of mirth but cruelty, as he snatches it back with ease. The referee, rather than continuing this twisted game of pass the parcel, turns and signals decisively for the bell to be rung. His order is quickly met but things are far from over, enraged at being disqualified Greenbean raises the chair and moves towards Blaze with fire burning in his eyes; the referee tries to intervene but BANG! Greenbean brings the chair crashing down onto the officials sternum and he collapses to the mat in a heap, blood trickling slowly from a large gash across his forehead.

Reynolds: No! The match is over, we see this happen all too often – get some security down here.

Moroso: You don’t use your brain do you? There’s not going to be any security down here in the near future.

Reynolds: Oh yeah, and why is that then?

Moroso: Well remind me dear Hugh, who is it that employs the security?

Reynolds: You gotta be kidding me, he can’t do that.

Moroso: He’s the boss, if you’re so worried about Blaze then why don’t you get in there and try and save him… on your neck be it.

Greenbean spins around, chair raised before his head and anger pumping through his veins, searching for the man his rage is truly directed at and finds him quickly. CRASH! Blaze comes out of nowhere throwing his fist against the chair and smashing it into the face of Greenbean, sending him to the canvas. With Greenbean down in the centre of the ring Blaze looks to the turnbuckle, the urge calling out to him despite the throbbing in his side. Blaze takes hold of Greenbean’s wrist and drags him towards the corner of the ring - placing the steel chair on the ground in front of the turnbuckle - he lifts Greenbean, a struggle to say the very least, and then with one hand around his opponents neck he uses the other to awkwardly lift Greenbean’s legs up onto the top rope. The crowd figure things out in and instant, the chair… the position…

Reynolds: SPIKE DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! I don’t believe it, the tables may be turned but this entire affair is a sickening disregard for safety even if the victim this time round deserves it.

Moroso: Don’t be a stickler Hugh, I’m supposed to be doing the complaining here – I thought Greenbean was clever enough to not throw things away on a whim.

Blaze rolls out of the ring straight away, collapsing on the ground outside with a hand firmly to his ribs prompting ringside assistants to rush to his aid and support him as he makes his way towards the ramp. As he reaches the bottom he turns, taking one last look at Greenbean who lies sprawled unconscious in the corner of the ring; his head atop the chair which is now severely dented. The assistants are wary of Blaze’s potential injuries and rush him up the ramp past EMT’s who now sprint to the ring to examine Greenbean – all too knowing of the damage that final blow may have caused. A sense of uncertainty lingers in the air, the crowd stunned into silence by what they have seen unfold – a silence which is only broken when Blaze reaches the top of the ramp and many of the fans give him respectful applause. There is only one certainty amongst them after what had unfolded, they know as everyone else does that the contempt between Blaze and Greenbean cannot be over.

*Fades to commercials*

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« Reply #4 on: February 25, 2009, 02:32:00 am »

UWE World Heavyweight Championship
Main Event: E.E. Faulk vs Angelus


Match Writer: Greenbean


"Fortune, fame, mirror vain
Gone insane...
BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS!"


*BOOM!* A huge pyro fires up from the stage as "The memory Remains" continues playing.  As the smoke from the pyro clears, Angelus is left standing in the middle of the stage staring straight down at his opponent.  There's a sudden chill that sweeps through the crowd as Angelus takes one good, long look around the arena. 

"Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor"


Schumacher: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the UWE World Heavyweight Championship!  From Las Vegas, Nevada!  Weighing in at 225 pounds!  He is UWE's first and only Grand Slam Champion!  ANNNNnnnnnNNNNGELLLLLLUSSSSss! 

"Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna"


Angelus makes his way down the ramp, highfiving the occasional fan who holds their arm out desperately to touch him.  Some fans can be heard cheering his name at the top of their lungs, others have not forgotten his past deeds and refuse to cheer him.  Angelus' eyes say it all though.  He's not here for them.  Angelus slides in on the apron and pops up, immediately look over to his opponent and pointing to them, telling them tonight they're gonna just another fallen victim.  He then turns around and runs to the turnbuckle, jumping up to the top rope and pointing around the arena, then back to himself.  Angelus jumps off and turns to his opponent, loosening up a little before the match begins.

Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane
Fortune, fame, mirror vain, gone insane
But the memory remains


A lit fuse appears on the Titantron, with its hiss being the only sound in the arena. The fuse runs out at the bottom of the screen and BOOM! The stage erupts with fiery, explosive pyro.

Schumacher: And from New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the UWE World Heavyweight Champion…E.E. Faulk!

Through the smoke arrives E. E. Faulk, as the song "Path" by Apocalyptica plays him to the ring.

The match begins with the two men walking into the middle of the ring together, looking eye to eye, knowing that to acquire the symbol of excellence in Professional Wrestling one man stands infront of them. The staredown is intense, the atmosphere is even more so and the bell sounds, this one is underway! Faulk and Angelus back up a few steps and begin to walk around the ring in circles, figuring each other out as neither man breaks eye contact with the other. Eventually the two men collide in the middle of the ring, both locking up with a collar-and-elbow to start this one off. Angelus is the stronger of the two and this shows as he’s able to use his strength in order to back Faulk up into the corner of the ring, until the ref gets involved, calling for a break. Both men, perhaps surprisingly adhere to the ref’s orders and break from one another, but Faulk fakes to swing a right hand at Angelus, causing Angelus to cover his face in order to protect himself from what he thinks is a cheap shot, but its just Faulk playing a little mind games in the early going here as he stands in the corner, smiling at Angelus, who gives a little smirk back, but Angelus’ is of sarcasm if anything else and now Angelus chooses his moment to strike as he begins to unload on Faulk with knife-edge chop after knife-edge chop, lighting up the World Champion until suddenly Faulk snaps and reverses it so Angelus is now in the corner, with Faulk going crazy with knife-edge chops of his own, he’s really going to town on Angelus who can do nothing to protect himself and finally Faulk shows a little mercy, or perhaps he’s just tired from chopping so much that he backs up a little into the middle of the ring, his hand is sore from the amount of chops, but that’s nothing compared to the redness of the number one contender’s chest. Angelus tenses his chest up and tries his best to block out the pain, embarrassed he comes charging at Faulk, who read him well and executes a drop toehold to his foe, the champ remains one step ahead and although that move did sting Angelus, he’s feeling more embarrassed than anything as he sits up in the corner, thinking about his next line of attack as Faulk stands opposite him, encouraging him to “come on”. Angelus brings himself to his feet, looking at Faulk as he slowly comes towards the champion, offering him a test of strength, which Faulk accepts. Angelus and Faulk lock fingers with one hand each, then the second hand of both guys lock, but no sooner do they lock and then Angelus shows his true colours but kicking Faulk in the gut, gaining what some might say an unfair advantage, but he’d say its just intelligence. Angelus has the clear advantage now in the test of strength and it isn’t long before he has Faulk on both his knees, standing over the top of him, bending his fingers as far back as he possibly can, Faulk’s fingers seem moments away from snapping here and the pain etched across his face shows that although this is simple, is so effective. Angelus now uses all his strength to push Faulk further back, until Faulk’s shoulders are pinned to the floor, with Angelus pushing him into the mat, the ref has to count here, Faulk’s in trouble…

1…
..

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Kickout! Faulk manages to show ridiculous flexibility in pulling himself up off the mat, under so much pressure because if he didn’t do that, he’d have lost the championship. Faulk uses all his experience and flexibility to pull himself up to his feet so that he and Angelus are both vertical, and both still locked together by the fingers. Faulk now jumps into the air, putting his feet on the knees of Angelus and does a modified monkey flip on him, as both men are lay on their backs, but amazingly still bound by their hands, neither man is giving up what they’d consider to be their advantage and here’s where the term “Two great minds think alike” comes into play as both guys spin onto their stomachs and use the other person to get up as they are now like two bulls, shoulder to shoulder with each other and neither man giving an inch. Faulk then shows great quickness is putting his leg behind those of Angelus and sweeping him to the floor, finally the two break contact with the hands and Faulk immediately tries to drop an elbow across the chest of Angelus, which is narrowly avoided by Angelus as the two, both on their bellies, roll onto their backs and both kip up to their feet at exactly the same time for another stand-off as they stare at one another, nodding heads. The fans show their appreciation for what they’ve just seen, it was aesthetically pleasing and the applauding of every fan into the arena shows they enjoyed what they’ve just seen.


Bobby Moroso: Whoa, that was cool!

Hugh Reynolds: Yes it was, these two men are impossible to separate right now; they’re just constantly on the same wavelength.

The two men soak in the atmosphere, which really is something unique as they come walking towards each other again, now they are nose to nose with each other, respect is growing between the two as the seconds pass, although they daren’t show that to one another. Angelus now slaps Faulk right in the face, which is not the best thing to do and Angelus realises he shouldn’t really have done that and quickly gets out of the ring before Faulk can do a thing, but it’s clever as Angelus has lured Faulk out into chasing him now as Angelus runs around the ring and slides back in, now as Faulk slides in, Angelus has already hit the ropes and comes charging back towards Faulk, but Faulk knew what Angelus was doing from the start and is able to hoist Angelus up into the air with a back bodydrop, sending Angelus into the canvas hard as he holds his lower back in some discomfort. Angelus is quick to get to his feet, unfortunately for him though, Faulk is quicker to pounce upon him as the Champ throws in a couple of stomps to his adversary, before helping him up to his feet, only to hit him with a couple more knife-edge chops, which has the number one contender backed up into the turnbuckle, with nowhere else to go. Faulk now climbs onto the second ropes with Angelus underneath him and Faulk starts to unload with right hands. The fans count along with every punch

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Faulk plays to the fans, encouraging them to get louder before he delivers the tenth shot to the skull of Angelus, but he’s taking far to much time and Angelus shows how resourceful he is by grabbing Faulk around the legs and carrying him out from the turnbuckle, then falling back with him as Faulk’s head and neck just bounces right off the top ropes, his head almost snaps right off his body and the response from the fans is “Ohhhh” they know Faulk has to be in some distress from that manoeuvre. Angelus isn’t straight to his feet, he takes a while to shake off the cobwebs and recover from the onslaught of E.E. Faulk. As he gets up to his feet, Angelus sees Faulk is struggling, even with the assistance of the ring ropes, to get up. Angelus doesn’t help matter back walking up behind Faulk, picking him up and dropping him right onto his neck with not just a back drop, but a really high-angled one which has snapped necks before and it could claim another victim here as Faulk clenches his neck tightly. Angelus sees the chance for a pinfall here and goes for it…

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Kickout! Faulk’s still breathing, so he’s still gonna be fighting and ain’t finished yet. Angelus is right up onto his feet and with Faulk almost on his feet too, Angelus comes running at Faulk, extends his fist and nails Faulk right in the face with the “Leap of Faith” which has the ref going crazy at him for a closed fist shot, although Angelus protests his innocence. The ref tells him not to do it again, but that goes through one ear and out the other with Angelus, who turns his attention back to Faulk. Angelus goes for the ARMBAR!!! But Faulk is able to roll out of it and Faulk charges at Angelus…Samoan Drop! Angelus took the wind right outta Faulk’s sails with that one and again Angelus goes for a cover…

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Kickout! Close call, Faulk seems winded but he’s still fighting. Angelus picks him up and wraps his arm around the neck of Faulk “Call of the Fallen One” he shouts to the fans as he hoists Faulk up into the air…but Faulk is able to go over the top and counter the move, Faulk then dives at Angelus with a Strong Lariat, taking him down! Both men are on the mat, hurting and not moving for the moment. They start to get up around the same time and Angelus is the first to throw a punch, but it’s a wayward one which Faulk is able to counter with a right of his own, followed by another right, another right and then a backfist, which causes Angelus to drop to the floor. He’s not doing for long though as he swings at Faulk again, this time Faulk ducks and kicks him in the gut, following it up with a DDT! Faulk’s not done as he brings Angelus up quickly for another DDT, keeping ahold of Angelus, he brings him up again, this time a lot slower…DDT number 3! Repercussion!! Faulk isn’t going for the cover though, no, no, no, he’s going to end this. Angelus is struggling to recognise where he is, Faulk grabs his arm and pulls him in towards himself, he’s going for the E2Kutter…but Angelus is able to use what strength he has left to throw Faulk forward and block the finishing move, Faulk is on one knee, ANGELUS CHARGES…Call of the Fallen On-No!! Faulk manages to duck the foot of Angelus that was coming towards his head and in the process, manages to wrap an arm round the neck of Angelus, BREATHTAKER!! Angelus is in some trouble here, but Faulk can’t seem to get the hold locked in properly as Angelus has his hand between his throat and Faulk’s arm. Faulk then tries to hoist Angelus up into the air, which he’s able to do, but he over does it as Angelus somehow manages to adjust his body and flip over the shoulder of Faulk, Faulk spins around…C-2!! Angelus drilled him with the C-2!!! He covers…

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Schumacher: Here is your winner…and a NNEEEWWWW UWE World Heavyweight Champion…Angelus!

Angelus did it! He’s the World Champion and has came full circle. The fans aren’t happy but that’s the way it is as Angelus stares at his newly won championship, with Faulk still on the mat after that hellacious move and fantastic counter. UWE goes off-air with Angelus holding the title.
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