Wednesday 2nd April
Live from Le Colisee du Quebec, Quebec City, Quebec

The Genesis preview tape plays, recapping the events of Sunday night's main event match. We see El Kabong hitting the Special Splash for the very near win, then Rayda countering his second attempt, and delivering the Triple Powerbomb to win the match. As a shot of him holding up the belt fades, the shot focuses on the darkness inside the arena as the crowd anticipate the beginning of the show. A bright turquoise firework drops from the heights, crashing onto the stage and exploding, igniting a pair of wires and leading to the top corners of the titantron. Sparks explode upwards the length of the wires, and as they hit the top three fireworks race between them and towards the sky, exploding over the crowd and bathing the arena in bright white light. The lights come half on as strobe lights begin to flash around the arena, the fans standing in unison and making as much noise as they can!

Dean Nathaniel; Hello everybody, and welcome to Genesis! We are live in Quebec City, on the first night of twenty-five on the road to the Toronto Skydome! All four of our new champions will be in attendance tonight, and this will be an event not to be forgotten!

We are immediately taken backstage, where a limousine pulls into the parking lot. The door opens, and Scottie Rayda climbs out with the belt strapped over his shoulder and a smirk on his face. The fans jeer as he takes out a pair of shades, flipping them open and slipping them onto his head.

Dean Nathaniel; Well here he is, the new champion has entered the building!

Robert Purcell; He looks confident!

Dean Nathaniel; Unsurprisingly, given his victory on Sunday night! He will have other things on his mind tonight however, as tonight Scottie Rayda steps into the squared circle to face Marcello Dias in a non-title match!

Elsewhere backstage, Drachen Hall and Chris Steele stand next to Katie Robinson. The crowd pops as they first appear on screen, before the boos of a few fans begin to filter through. Hall brushes his hair back behind his left ear.

Katie Robinson; Drachen, in a few moments time you go one on one with Kid Kaos. Over the past two shows we have seen you step into the ring, with mixed success. After your defeat on Sunday night, have you something to prove here at Genesis?

Drachen Hall; No way, babe. I mean I may not be the International champ, but let's face it, it's not my fault. Dias did a most heinous job of breaking up the pin - I say it's his fault.

Chris Steele; Totally, man.

Drachen Hall; I mean he can't expect me to kick out and stuff, not after a most bogus suplex like I got from Bane.

Chris Steele; No way, compadre.

Drachen Hall; In fact if it weren't for Dias being so totally bogus, I would probably be the International champion right now. But instead he gets a one on one match with Scottie freakin' Rayda, and I'm stuck fighting this heinous 'Kid Kaos' dude. Where's the justice in that, dude? Where's the freakin' justice?

Steele shrugs, and Hall turns back to Katie.

Drachen Hall; But as for Kaos, it's smooth sailing all the way. I'm gonna hand out a most tubular beating.

Chris Steele; Yeah, man.

Drachen Hall; Totally.

Hall and Steele walk away, and Katie Robinson shrugs. We head into Bane-Shees HQ, where Emma Hanson is standing by with a rather drunken Billy The Brilliant. Billy is having some trouble standing, and he hiccups as Emma looks at him, slightly concerned, as he tries to focus his eyes on her. Kraven lies on the couch in the background, face down in an ashtray as beer and Mooie Milk bottles litter the floor.

Emma Hanson; Billy, I guess the celebrations have well and truly begun for you and Kris Kraven. The two of you managed to walk out of Origins with the tag team titles, in what some have called a rather tainted victory.

Billy The Brilliant; I...I...I...I haven't...haven't...hic...I...hic...haven't been sober in three...three...three day...days!

Emma Hanson; Well you were both given the night off tonight, so why did you both decide to come here, instead of going and partying somewhere else? That's what anybody else would have done!

Billy The Brilliant; We are the...the...hic...the...the...the Tag Team Champioree's here in...hic...Creation Wrestling! They...they...can't...they can't...can't have a show without us! We are the...life...hic...the life...the life and soul...the life and the soul of the party! Hic!

Emma Hanson; Not much of a party!

Billy The Brilliant; I...I...I...where did all the...the...hic...the...strippers go?

Emma Hanson; I saw a bunch of drag queens sneaking out the back of the arena a little while ago!

Billy The Brilliant; Awwwww!

Emma Hanson; Are you okay?

Billy The Brilliant; I...I...I...hic...I'm fine! I'm not even drunk!

A look of horror spreads over the face of Billy as he puts his hands over his mouth. He runs off into another room in Bane-Shees HQ, and can be heard puking up as a disgusted Emma Hanson makes her exit from the room. We see Shane Ryder doing push-ups in his locker room. He does a few last reps before getting up and wiping his face off with a towel. He hears a knock at the door and goes to answer it.

Shane Ryder; Hold up, Ill be there in a minute! Damn, why am I always being bothered during my warm-ups?

Shane goes and answers the door to find a familiar face looking directly at him.

Kid Kaos; Well well well, if it ain't Shane 'Da Ruff' Ryder.

Shane Ryder; Holy shiznit! I sure didnt expect to run into you tonight. Whats crackin Kid? You got somethin goin on here tonight too?

Kid Kaos; know dat I'm here to handle my bizness in da ring man. I got Drachen Hall in a lil while. But enough bout me, what u doin on dis side of town?

Shane Ryder; Well I got tired of dealing with guys who werent up to my standards, so I thought I'd give this place a shot. And it seems I have some dude named Seven as my first opponent. Why he named himself after a number beats me, but whatever floats his boat...

Kid Kaos; I don't know either. He says it's because he's seven feet tall or someghing like dat. Kinda dumb to me, But hey, I guess seven sounds better than 6 foot whatever I am now. But anyways, I heard you were here and I had to see it for myself. Me and u go way back, so it's my responsibility as a homie to say waddup.

Shane Ryder; Well its kewl that you stopped by. I had a few questions for ya anyway but they will have to wait till later, cuz I dont want to be where anyone can hear, since its a personal thing I got going. Just trust me on dis one cuz it'll definitely work out. There are just a few kinks left to fix, but in the end...bang!

Kid Kaos; You know I'm always up for da big shiz so just keep me posted, but look man, I know you got a match, I got one too, so good luck, I hope u whoop sevens ass something awful, I'm gonna go get ready for Drachen hall, and I'll holla afta da show aight.

Shane Ryder; Sounds good man. Do me a favor and whoop Drachen Halls ass cuz we dont need any losses on our records if we are gonna be stars here. I know I aint gonna lose and that means I am gonna be 1-0 after this shiznit is over. And you 1-2 right? Make that 2-2 tonight yo! Holla at ya boy!

Kid Kaos; Do yo thing than homie, holla at Da Kid. And I'm out.

The scene closes as Kid Kaos leaves the locker room with a smirk on his face and Shane Ryder starts flowin to the music on da radio. We cut to the parking lot of the arena. We see Chris Cairns and Bane walking towards the entrance. Bane has a slightly bruised forehead, and a scowl on his face. Chris has a bag over his shoulder.

Chris Cairns; Are you sure they're here?

Bane; Yeah.

Chris Cairns; Well they better had be. I've had enough of the f**kers to last me a lifetime. I tell you it's a f**king good job they won those Tag belts on Sunday night, otherwise...

As they open the door, a few staff members turn around and stare at them. A smirk appears on one or two faces, and we hear a snigger. Bane grabs the guy to his left and throws him into a wall, and the rest of them scarper quickly as Bane stands threateningly in front of him, holding him a foot off ground by the collar of his shirt.

Bane; Someone tell you a joke?

Worker; Not...not re...not really, sir...

Bane; Then would you care to explain what the f**k is so funny?

Worker; I'd...I'd rather not, sir...

Chris Cairns; Listen up you little f**k, unless you want a very angry 347 pound man tearing chunks out of your face, you'll tell us...and you'd better make sure it's the truth.

Worker; Well if I'm...if I'm honest, sir...I was re...remembering the other day, when your hot...your hot air balloon f...when your hot air balloon fell into the river...

Bane drops the kid on the floor, and he cowers as he prepares for Bane to smack him. Chris Cairns puts his arm in front of Bane, who backs away. Chris turns around and lifts the worker back to his feet, and the guy stares at Chris in fear.

Worker; Please d...don't hurt me...

Chris Cairns; We're not going to hurt you. In fact, you've done us a service. Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind.

The worker runs as fast as he can, slipping a couple of times as he does. Chris turns to Bane and shakes his head.

Chris Cairns; I told you, Bane. We're gonna have to start making some changes.

Bane nods, and the two of them have a very small degree of worry evident in their faces as they turn and walk off into the arena. We are taken back into the arena, where the crowd look up at the screen in intrigue.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't like the sound of that. There was a nervousness in Chris's voice that I didn't think I'd ever hear.

Suddenly the lights go out in the arena, and the titantron goes black. Words begin to flash across the screen in big letters, reading "Total Annihilation...Lethal Confrontation...Corruption Will Cease To Exist...TLC: Change You Want, Change You'll Get, and We're The Ones To Bring It To You!". The words fade away as the screen goes back to normal, and the lights go back on.

Robert Purcell; What the hell was that?

Each time the words 'the watcher' are spoken, a quarter of the arenas lights go out. Once they are all out, the spotlights on the stage come on, and all you can see is the front of the entrance. Kid Kaos comes out and points to the crowd to see which side is louder, moving towards the louder side of the crowd. He runs into the crowd through the stands, standing up and raising his hands, fists clenched. He runs down to the ring, hops the barrier, and slides into the ring. He runs across the ring and climbs to the middle turnbuckle, and 'pops his collar'. He takes off his jersey and throws it to the side, then tosses his du-rag into the crowd as the music dies.

Dean Nathaniel; It's like Shane Ryder said, tonight Kid Kaos will be trying to improve his record to 2 and 2, but he will be finding tough opposition in Drachen Hall.

The lights slowly dim down to black, as an eerie silence falls over the crowd. The sounds of far-off footsteps are heard for a moment, and all of a sudden an image of a tidal wave tears through the big screen, as the lights rush back on. "Surfin' USA" by Pennywise hits, and immediately rocks the crowd as twin white pyros shoot up on either side of the stage. In the midst of the fireworks and music, Drachen Hall walks out onto the stage with his mentor, Chris Steele, following close behind. The two fighters walk out onto the top of the ramp. Drachen looks out to the ring as Steele is taunting the crowd, before solemnly walking down the ramp as muted blue fireworks race up either side of the ramp, and back down again. Drachen stops at the end of the ramp as Steele continues to follow, and looks both ways to the crowd, before sprinting into the ring. He rolls in and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, waiting for his opponent as Steele walks around the apron, shouting encouragement to his student.

Dean Nathaniel; No doubt tonight Hall will probably be intent to show everyone, particularly Dias, that he is more than worthy of opposition the likes of the Creation Heavyweight Champion.

Robert Purcell; I agree. What did Dias do to deserve a shot at Rayda?

Dean Nathaniel; Ask that question later Robert, for now we're concentrating on this matchup.

The bell rings, as Hall and Kaos circle each other. They go to lock up, but Hall stops and hits Kaos with a hard knee into the midsection. Kaos drops to a knee, and Hall nails him with a right hand. He hits him again, but Kaos fights back with a couple of shots to the ribs as he gets back to a vertical base. He nails Hall with a hard left hand, beginning to get the upper hand, but Hall stops him with another knee in the midsection. With Kaos doubled over, Hall takes the immediate advantage and runs him shoulder-first into the ringpost. The crowd jeer as Kaos drags himself out and stumbles back, holding his shoulder in pain. Hall sets him up for a back drop, but Kaos flips back over him and lands on his feet. Hall turns around and ducks the attempted Kaos Kick, nailing Kaos with a right hand. He whips Kaos into the ropes, and Kaos comes back with a clothesline, but Hall ducks and connects with a sit-out spinebuster! He makes a nonchalant cover for two, before Kaos kicks out.

Dean Nathaniel; That sit-out spinebuster certainly knocked the wind out of Kaos. Hall isn't hesitating to deliver some high-impact hits in the early moments of the contest.

Robert Purcell; A very effective tactic, if I may say so. Kaos looks like he's struggling already.

Hall quickly picks up Kaos and throws him into the corner, then kicks him in the midsection. He sets Kaos on the top rope and climbs up in front of him, but Kaos fights back with a few right hands. Hall staggers down off the top as Kaos brings himself back down to the mat, levelling Drachen with the Kaos Kick! Kaos hooks the leg for two, before Hall gets the shoulder up. Kaos picks up Hall and takes him into the corner, delivering a couple of chops, then sets him on the top rope himself. He climbs up and hooks the arm, looking out as the fans cheer him on, before raising Hall up and delivering a perfect superplex! Kaos makes another quick cover on Hall, but he gets the shoulder up again as Steele thumps the mat in an attempt to rouse him. As Hall drags himself to his feet, Kaos comes up behind him and sets up for a backdrop, but Hall elbows him in the face. He runs into the ropes, Kaos telegraphing a back body drop, allowing Hall to counter with a DDT. Hall smiles and starts to celebrate, then makes a signal for The Hallmark! Steele claps his hands on the outside, smiling as Hall gets ready to finish Kaos off!

Robert Purcell; This just goes to show that there's nothing more valuable than experience. That was a stupid mistake from Kid Kaos, and he dropped the match right on Hall's plate!

Dean Nathaniel; Don't count your chickens, Robert, I doubt Kaos is done yet!

Kaos gets to his feet, and staggers into Drachen. Hall tries to cradle him, but Kaos holds his ground. He tries again, but Kaos shifts his weight to his feet and remains firmly on the ground. Hall tries to run against the ropes, but Kaos grabs him on the rebound and delivers a vicious neckbreaker! The crowd cheer as Kaos comes out of nowhere with a high-impact move, and as he gets up and signals for the Kaotic Kruzha! He lifts Hall up by the hair and sets him in position, but Hall spins out into a standing position, grabbing him quickly by his arm and delivering the Lunatic High! Everyone thinks it's over as Hall makes the cover for one, two...Kaos kicks out! Hall can't believe it, and Steele stands outside the ring in shock.

Dean Nathaniel; This is one hell of a fight from Kid Kaos. He's taking everything Hall can throw at him and kicking right out of it!

Hall, frustrated, drags up Kaos and delivers a malicious right hand. Kaos manages to block the shot and swing back one of his own, but Hall counters, ducking and delivering the Angle Slam! Hall sets to cover, but changes his mind. Steele begs him to make the cover as Hall climbs to the top rope, watching Kaos get up. He staggers to his feet as Hall tries for the missile dropkick, but Kaos ducks! Hall hits the ground behind him as Kaos runs the ropes, running up and meeting him head on with the K-Seguri! Both men are down on the mat, hurting as the fans rally behind Kaos.

Dean Nathaniel; Drachen Hall made a schoolboy error there. Chris Steele was beckoning him to cover, but Hall decided to try and put the icing on the cake with that missile dropkick - and it cost him! Perhaps Drachen Hall isn't as experienced as you would have us believe, Robert!

As the two begin to get up, Kaos is met with a right hand from Hall, but Kaos fires back with a left. The two exchange punches, until Kaos gets the better and whips Hall into the ropes. Hall comes back with a clothesline, but Kaos ducks and rolls him up for one, two, no! Hall kicks out, then runs over Kaos with a clothesline! The crowd jeer, as Hall has Kaos flattened. He drags Kaos to his feet and sets up for a suplex, dropping him forward and delivering a sit-out facebuster! The crowd gasps at the impact as Hall makes another surefire cover for one, two, no! Once again, Kaos kicks out!

Robert Purcell; If he'd showed this kind of resilience against Miami he might well be the International Champion! But no, apparently Kaos employs the tried and tested tactic of saving all your efforts for a meaningless match!

Hall is incredibly annoyed at Kaos continuing to kick out, and it shows on his face. Kaos slowly gets up again as Hall heads onto the apron behind. He looks out at the jeering fans, signalling for something big as Kaos drags himself up. As he stands and looks around for Hall, Drachen springs onto the top rope and flips over Kaos, grabbing him by the head, but Kaos counters with a scary spinebuster! Hall hits the ground with tremendous impact, and he rolls from the ring clutching his back as Kaos tries to regain his energy in the centre of the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think Drachen Hall saw that one coming!

Robert Purcell; Kaos is just delaying the inevitable!

Steele helps Hall up, ushering him back into the ring as the referee checks on Kaos. Hall slides in and crawls into the corner as Steele goes under the ring apron, taking out a steel chair. He hands it to Drachen and quickly climbs onto the apron, distracting the referee and Kaos' attention from Hall as he drags himself to his feet. Kaos looks over at Steele as he pulls himself up, Steele keeping one eye on Drachen as the crowd try to warn KK of the imminent chairshot. Sensing something, Kaos quickly scurries over and delivers a shoulder to the midsection, sending Steele flying to the arena floor! Hall picks himself up and makes his way towards Kaos quickly, chair in hand, but Kaos turns and spins around, delivering a Kaos Kick directly into the chair! It rebounds into Hall's face, and Drachen hits the ground with a thud as Kaos makes a quick cover for one, two, three!

Dean Nathaniel; Kaos has stolen it here! Steele's masterplan didn't quite come to fruition there!

Robert Purcell; Why wasn't Kaos disqualified? Illegal use of a chair, hello!

Dean Nathaniel; Live by the sword, die by the sword!

Kaos stands on the ramp, looking down at Hall with a smile on his face, his arm raised in victory as Steele gets in, thumping the mat in annoyance. As we return to the backstage area, we see JX Lighthouse sitting on a chair. Matt Lanegan and Jodie Jackson sit either side of him, and Lighthouse looks as though he is contemplating something as Lanegan shakes his head.

Matt Lanegan; Surely there's another way?

JX Lighthouse; No. If I want some appreciation around here, this is the only way to go about it. You've seen these people Matt, you know what entertains them - mindnumbing idiocy.

Jodie Jackson; Why don't you just think about it?

JX Lighthouse; Because there's nothing to think about. You two know, you've seen how much effort I put into entertaining the crowd. I put my body on the line week after week for their entertainment, but I get no recognition! If I win, nothing. If I lose, nothing. This is the only way to break the cycle...trust me.

Lighthouse gets up and walks out, leaving Matt and Jodie looking at one another and shaking their heads. We head back into Bane-Shees HQ, where Kraven is still lying on the couch with his face in an ashtray. Billy The Brilliant is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly the main door bursts open, and Chris Cairns and Bane enter. Bane drags Paul Castle in behind him, and Chris slams the door shut as Bane looks down on Paul with a glare. Chris takes his bag into another room.

Bane; If you want to interview me, you interview me in Bane-Shees HQ!

Paul Castle; Okay, okay!

Neither Bane or Paul Castle notice Kris Kraven, nor the empty beer bottles clustering up the room, until Chris Cairns comes back. He looks around at the mess in horror, and points it out to them.

Chris Cairns; What the f**k's been going on in here?

Kraven stirs from the couch and looks up at Bane, who places his hands on his hips and shakes his head.

Bane; I can't leave you two alone for five minutes, can I? This is most disappointing! Tell him, Uncle Chris!

Chris Cairns; F**k off, it's your tag team! I've had enough of this bullshit, I'm gonna go try on my new trainers!

Bane; Where are they?

Chris Cairns; They're in my bag! I'll just go and get them! They are pure class, man! Suspension, air bubbles and everything! I had my name stitched on them too! Cost me �800 quid!

Bane; Money wasted!

Chris strides away into the other room as Bane gives one more irritated look towards Kraven, before turning to Paul Castle. Castle looks up at Bane with an expectant stare on his face.

Bane; Well get on with it then!

Paul Castle; Bane, how are you feeling after your big fall from that ladder at Origins last Sunday? Looked painful.

Bane; Of course it was f**king painful, idiot face! But beleive me, it was just a minor hitch, I could win that belt back off of Miami Missile tonight if I wanted to! And another thing...

Bane is cut off as the sound of someone vomiting escapes from the other room, and Chris shouts out in anger.

Chris Cairns; My trainers! No! Why me? Why always me?

A confused look spreads over the face of Bane.

Bane; Excuse me, Paul!

Bane rushes through into the other room, the camera following close behind. Once inside, we see BTB lying face down in the middle of the floor, as Chris Cairns is seen kneeling down beside his bag. He takes out a pair of trainers, which look a bit soggy, mouldy, yellow and downright disgusting.

Bane; What's wrong? Are you okay, Uncle Chris?

Chris Cairns; That bastard...he puked all over my new trainers!

The fans in the arena laugh as Chris points towards BTB with a look of despair on his face.

Chris Cairns; They'll forever be stained by puke! This has been the worst week of my life!

Paul Castle; Really? What about the time Cracker Jack...

Chris glares at Castle, and he promptly shuts up as Bane drags Billy out of the room. Paul Castle turns to the camera as Chris pulls out a pair of kneepads and wristbands, also soaked in puke. He mouths the words "He ruined all my stuff..." as Castle speaks.

Paul Castle; It's been a mixed couple of months for Bane, his 'Shees and Chris Cairns! Just as things look to be taking off they fall right back down to earth! And it seems once again here tonight, the party has turned sour!

Chris turns and stares at Castle angrily again, and he dashes quickly out of the room as we return to ringside. The lights go out and "The Man Without Fear" hits the speakers, followed by a flash of green light throughout the arena. Pyro shoots from the stage as JX Lighthouse walks out. He walks to the ring without making a fuss, as the crowd show what disdain they have for him.

Dean Nathaniel; So what do you think Lighthouse has on his mind here tonight, Robert?

Robert Purcell; Well whatever it is, Matt Lanegan and Jodie Jackson sure didn't like it!

Lighthouse holds a microphone in his hand, and he leans on the top rope as he looks out at the crowd.

JX Lighthouse; Since I came to Creation Wrestling three weeks ago, I've done my best to try and entertain you. I had a match with Blade Arkhan - a match I asked for myself, I might add - and you weren't interested. I entered the second battle royal, and I risked life and limb in that ring, with ten other wrestlers. I even threw myself off the top rope and hit my Insert Name Here on Dustin Cage, but still, you weren't interested. I have one hell of a match with Marcello Dias - sure, I lost that too - but it was entertaining nonetheless, and once again, you weren't interested.

Dean Nathaniel; They don't look too interested now either.

JX Lighthouse; So I asked myself, what it would take to make you understand just how much I put myself through to get a rise out of the fans? What extreme measures do I have to go to before you all sit up and take notice, before you see how much of a risk I am willing to take for a little appreciation?

Robert Purcell; I like where this is headed.

A few of the fans suddenly begin to pay a little attention, as Lighthouse addresses them. He tucks the microphone under his belt and goes to the outside of the ring. He walks over to the timekeepers area and grabs a steel chair, snapping it shut and lifting it over his head. He speaks into the microphone again.

JX Lighthouse; You see this? This is cold, hard steel. When this thing hits you, it hurts. A lot.

Lighthouse rolls back into the ring, chair in hand.

JX Lighthouse; But you see, I don't think any of you can appreciate how much this chair hurts until you feel it for yourself.

Dean Nathaniel; He wouldn't...

He walks over to one side of the ring and leans over the top rope, staring out at the front row. He points to a couple of guys.

JX Lighthouse; You two, get in here.

The guys look at each other warily, but after a little deliberation, climb over the barricade. They walk up the steps and stand on the apron, not quite prepared to get into the ring, but Lighthouse beckons them in. As they step in slowly, Lighthouse goes around the ring, beckoning a few more people in. All in all about ten people climb over the barricade and climb into the ring. Lighthouse picks up the chair, and most of them make a dash for it.

JX Lighthouse; Whoa whoa whoa...I'm not going to attack you. In fact, quite the opposite.

The fans suddenly perk up, and those inside the ring walk back into the centre slowly, as Lighthouse holds the chair out to the guy at the front. He reaches out a little worriedly, and takes it off him.

JX Lighthouse; Right. Now what I want you all to do is to take this chair...and hit me over the head with it as hard as you can.

The crowd cheers, and the guys in the ring look at him like he's insane.

JX Lighthouse; Matt and Jodie thought this was a bad idea, and maybe it is...but not only does this prove to you just what measures I'm willing to go to for a little appreciation, it'll help each and every one of you understand just what happens to me on a weekly basis. I'm risking severe head trauma, even brain damage with each and every one of these shots...but that doesn't mean you should hold back. Hit me with all you've got!

Lighthouse braces himself, and the guy with the chair looks at it like he doesn't know how or want to use it. Lighthouse stands back up and beckons him to hit him.

JX Lighthouse; Do it. Come on man, just hit me!

The crowd begin to get really behind the guy to swing. He begins to raise the chair up slowly, and Lighthouse watches him do it as the cheers build up slowly with the ascent of the chair. The guy finally raises it over his head and takes one last look around, then at Lighthouse, who continues to will him to do it.

JX Lighthouse; Hit me!

Suddenly the guy brings the chair crashing down onto Lighthouse's head, and he staggers back from the impact! He stumbles around a bit, and the guy quickly passes the chair along as Lighthouse recovers himself, standing in front of the next guy.

JX Lighthouse; Keep 'em coming!

The next guy isn't so hesitant, and he quickly lashes the already dented chair over Lighthouse's undefended skull! He staggers back up again as the chair passes to the next person, who delivers another smack to the head! The crowd cheers with every shot as the chair continues to pass along the queue, and the shots keep coming!

Dean Nathaniel; This is insane!

Robert Purcell; But it's entertaining, and the fans love it! Lighthouse is finally getting some recognition!

Dean Nathaniel; For being an idiot, perhaps!

Robert Purcell; It's all these people will understand! Why do you think Jackass is so popular?

The chair passes to the last guy, and Lighthouse is on his knees as he lifts the chair up, bringing it crashing down onto his skull! Lighthouse slumps down to the mat, and the last one gets out of the ring rapidly as the crowd cheers what they just saw. Lighthouse slowly begins to stagger to his feet after taking ten chairshots, his eyes glazed, and blood trickling from a cut on his forehead. He looks out at the fans as he leans on the top rope for support, obviously very dazed after such a pounding. He takes the mic up.

JX Lighthouse; I hoope...I ho...hope you can all begin to underrst...stand wh...where I'm c...cominng fromm...

Lighthouse's music hits, and he collapses on the ring apron as the crowd finally begin to show a bit of appreciation. Matt Lanegan and Jodie Jackson run down the aisle, dragging Lighthouse out of the ring and escorting him up the ramp.

Dean Nathaniel; Unbelievable.

Robert Purcell; Well his masterplan seems to be working - this crowd can't get enough!

Lighthouse is dragged off stage as we cut to the backstage area, where Gamblers Anonymous are walking around. They come across Billy The Brilliant and Kris Kraven, who are slumped against a wall outside Bane-Shees HQ with their belts. Ethan Sebastian turns to Jeff Maverick with a smile on his face.

Ethan Sebastian; Worthy champs, don't you think Jeff?

Billy and Kraven wake up from their daze and look up towards Ethan and Jeff. Billy stands up and confronts them as best he can after 3 days of solid drinking.

Billy The Brilliant; Wh...wha...what you say ab...hic...about me?

Jeff Maverick; Look at you two, you're sorry excuses for wrestlers.

Billy The Brilliant; B...but we...we're the champio...hic...championees...

Ethan Sebastian; Yeah, and miracles do happen. I tell you something, those belts won't be yours for long.

Billy The Brilliant; You wa...wan...you wanna...hic...bet?

Jeff Maverick's eyes light up with glee, but Sebastian shakes his head.

Ethan Sebastian; No, I've got a better idea. Me and Jeff have got a match coming up a little later, how about you two try and make it to ringside...then you can get a close look at the next Tag Team champions.

Ethan and Jeff walk off. Kraven stands up and looks at them in confusion, then at Billy. Billy just shrugs, then puts his hands to his mouth again. He disappears back inside Bane-Shees HQ, and we hear more puking and shouting from inside as Kraven follows. As we cut back to the arena "Full Effect" by Freeway, featuring Young Gunz hits. Shane Ryder walks out and down the ramp, and pyros light up to spell 'Da Ruff One'. The crowd goes crazy with excitement for Ryder as he strolls towards the ring, rolling in, and having a look around at the fans with a smile on his face as the music dies.

Dean Nathaniel; He makes his debut for Creation Wrestling tonight, folks.

"Stupify" by Disturbed hits and the lights in the arena go out. Flames burst up from the entrance ramp, and Seven walks slowly down to the ring, concentrating focus on his next 'victim'. He gets onto the apron and steps over the top rope and immediately goes after his opponent, prompting the match to start.

Robert Purcell; Oh by the way, welcome to Creation Wrestling kid!

Ryder meets Seven head on with a grapple, only to get shoved halfway across the ring for his efforts. He gets back to his feet quickly, and charges in with a totally ineffective shoulder block. Still unfazed, he just stamps on Seven's foot, and gets in a couple of punches to his unguarded face as a result.

Dean Nathaniel; That was unorthodox to say the least.

Enraged, Seven retaliates by snatching Ryder in a headlock to keep him from following up on his early advantage. Ryder fires a couple of elbows into his ribs, then pushes him off, causing him to run the ropes. As Ryder prepares to backdrop Seven, he is met with a running DDT. Seven makes an early cover, but Ryder is comfortably out by the count of two. Seven goes on the attack with a couple of huge forearms to the back, sending Ryder back to the canvas, and locks him in a camel clutch to wear him down early. Ryder is unfazed, and manages to manoeuvre enough to escape the hold before it does any real damage. He elbows Seven in the face to make sure he's out of it. Getting back to his feet, he quickly hits an enziguri to Seven's lower back to buy some time, then leaps and clocks him with another shot to the back of the head.

Dean Nathaniel; What a leap, that was the best part of seven feet from the mat, and he hit the target!

Robert Purcell; Next time, drink decaf before you start shilling.

Ryder hits a modified baseball slide to the fallen Seven, before applying an armlock, as he tries to create a weakness to focus on. He seems to have it synched in, only for Seven to stand up and military press him above his head, then drop him to the canvas face first. As Ryder holds his face in pain, Seven stands over him and hits some more forearms to his back to continue wearing him down. Convinced that he's beaten the fight out of his opponent, Seven loads him up, ready for a powerbomb to make quick work of the matchup, but poorly misjudged his opponent's resolve when he's suddenly taken down by both legs, then locked into a Boston crab, as Ryder continues to try weakening his back.

Robert Purcell; I'm not sure if this strategy is well thought through, because I doubt you can make a man that size submit with that kind of manoeuvre.

Dean Nathaniel; Maybe he's just trying to wear him down?

Robert Purcell; Then it would be a good strategy.

Ryder lets go of Seven and starts to focus on his left leg with a couple of kicks, then dropping an elbow on it. He backs off for a second, then rushes in and slams an elbow into his chest, before making a hopeful cover, which sees Seven force his way out of almost as soon as the referee starts to count. Seven then charges over and nearly decapitates his opponent with a stiff clothesline, as Ryder nearly does a 360 from the impact. Seven grins, and makes a nonchalant cover, dutifully kicked out of at two.

Robert Purcell; Let that be a lesson to you all; you can never win a match with a clothesline, so stop trying.

Seven scoops Ryder onto his shoulder, and sends him crashing back to the canvas with an over the shoulder powerslam, then drops a huge leg across his throat for another two count. Rather than dwell on failing to put it away, he slings Ryder into the corner, splashes him, before Ryder just collapses to the canvas after having all that weight collide with him. Seven refuses to make a cover, then picks up Ryder and drops him face first into the turnbuckles, and prepares to hit a Yurangi suplex (that's a Rock Bottom to you, folks) when he staggers into position, only to take a superkick out of nowhere directly on the chin, as Seven drops down to his knees, then face first to the mat, as Ryder celebrates to the crowd's cheers.

Dean Nathaniel; Seven had no chance of covering up there, he could be out for the count!

Ryder makes a cover, with the crowd counting along, but can't quite put Seven away, to his clear frustration. He stomps on his opponent, swiftly climbs up the turnbuckles, looking for a coupe de gras, and scores with a textbook frog splash! Again he hooks the leg, but again Seven isn't done, and he kicks out! Ryder waits for Seven to get back to his feet, and gets ready to score another superkick. He takes aim, only to have the move blocked, before Seven spins him around and grabs him by the throat, looking to chokeslam him! Seven fixes his eyes on his opponent, and lifts him up, before suddenly being dragged down to the canvas with an armdrag, into a fujiwara armbar!

Robert Purcell; Now where have I seen a move like that before?

Ryder locks the armbar in, but Seven crawls over to the rope, reaches out, and forces the hold to be broken. Disappointed, Ryder breaks the hold, backs off, then leaps onto the rising Seven with a crucifix armbar, as he focuses on the arm, hoping he's finally created a weakness to focus his offence on. Seven grimaces in pain on the canvas, but again manages to reach over to the ropes to force a break. Ryder gets up and stomps on the arm, hoping to take it out of the equation, then runs the ropes to try the move again. He leaps up to the delight of the crowd, but doesn't get the hold locked in, for the basic reason Seven has him caught in prime position for Retribution!

Robert Purcell; What a rookie mistake! He went for the same move over and over, which will always cost you!

Seven muscles Ryder into the firemans carry position and swings Ryder over his head, only to be caught and spiked with a DDT, as the crowd gasp at what they just saw. Seven is laid out on the canvas, but so is Ryder, as the referee starts to count both men down. At five, Ryder starts to come round, and crawls over to the still grounded Seven, drapes an arm over, but can't get that elusive half-second that will get him the win. He argues with the referee, incredulous that Seven could've kicked out, but to no avail, as the match is ordered to continue. Running out of ideas, Ryder decides to throw everything he has at Seven, lifting him up from behind and hitting the swinging reverse DDT, but doesn't relent, and sets him up for the � turn neckbreaker. He spins ‘round, only to be clubbed with another forearm and snatched into place for Redemption. Seven gets ready, only for Ryder to elbow him and bridge out, then suplex Seven back down, and floats over for another near fall!

Dean Nathaniel; What is it going to take for Ryder to get his big break?

Ryder slowly gets back to his feet, looking a bit pained, then runs a thumb across his throat, getting ready for a big move. Once more, he picks up Seven from behind, and sets him up for the Full Effect. He effortlessly lifts his larger opponent up, only for him to slip over his shoulder, and promptly level him with a big boot to the face, getting some payback for the earlier superkick, as Ryder crashes to the canvas, dead weight. He slowly tries to get to his feet as Seven waits behind him menacingly!

Robert Purcell; This has to be the end for Ryder!

Dean Nathaniel; Seven is poised for his finishing manoeuvre here!

Ryder staggers backwards into Seven, who delivers a quick knee to the back. He catches Ryder around the neck, then spins around and drops him into the mat with Redemption! He leans over Ryder and makes a cover, for the one, two, three!

Dean Nathaniel; Seven's got it here tonight, but what an effort from Shane Ryder. He certainly made a few people stand up and take notice. That was a conspicuous debut to say the least!

Robert Purcell; But Seven continues to prove tough opposition!

Rather than leave the ring, Seven walks over to the turnbuckle and removes the padding. The referee tries to stop him, but Seven shoves the referee down and throws the padding out of the ring. He turns around and grabs Shane Ryder by the head, dragging him to his feet, and lifting him over his shoulders! The crowd jeer as Seven walks Ryder towards the exposed turnbuckle, shoving him up into the air and crashing face-first into the steel ring!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh come on! This isn't necessary!

Robert Purcell; Seven is just proving a point!

As Seven looks down on Ryder, blood beginning to trickle from an open cut on his forehead, we cut backstage, where we see Kid Kaos trying to get to the ring quickly. He runs through the corridors, but as he turns a corner he gets floored by Gamblers Anonymous! The fans jeer as Sebastian and Maverick stand over Kaos, who lies on the ground holding the back of his head in pain, after a nasty fall!

Ethan Sebastian; You think we forgot about you, huh Kaos? Well you'd be wrong!

Ethan and Jeff lift Kaos up over their shoulders, suspending him in position for a double back drop, but they grasp a leg each and drag it down as they run him knee-first into the wall! Kaos drops to the ground in pain, and the crowd lets out a massive jeer as GA dust their hands mockingly, walking away laughing. A couple of EMT's run over as we cut back to the ring, where Seven has Ryder draped over his shoulders again. He holds him near the ropes, before swinging him over his head and to the arena floor with Retribution! Ryder lands hard on the floor, and the crowd jeers as Seven stands in the ring, raising his arms into the air.

Robert Purcell; Point proven!

Dean Nathaniel; In no small part thanks to Gamblers Anonymous! This whole thing reeks of a setup!

Seven climbs out of the ring and begins to make his way up the aisle, looking at the fans with contempt. As we head backstage again, we see Chris Cairns stood next to Paul Castle. He is outside Bane-Shees HQ, and he has a very angry look on his face as Castle looks a little intimidated. Cairns has removed his usual denim jacket and gold chain, and is wearing a pair of makeshift wristbands made from white tape.

Paul Castle; Chris, so far you have had a very eventful night here at Bane-Shees HQ, but I understand you have something you want to talk to us about?

Chris Cairns; That I do, Castle. See before those two made complete f**king asses of themselves and The Black Circle, I had something else on my mind. Over the past few weeks, the four of us have been subjects of ridicule. We've been laughed at. Now while Billy and Kraven may be used to this, I and Bane are not.

Paul Castle; So what do you plan to do about it?

Chris Cairns; I plan to make a few changes, Castle. I'm gonna make everyone remember us for who we are, and that is the most fearsome tag team on the face of the planet. Starting tonight.

Paul Castle; Tonight?

Chris Cairns; Indeed, with a little contest I've devised that I like to call The Vice Challenge. The people of Creation Wrestling have yet to see it, but The Vice is my finishing move. It is a submission hold so devastating that I believe there is no person on the planet who can escape it - least not without tapping first. And to test my theory, tonight I am going to go out to the ring, and allow people to take the Challenge. And I am so confident that I am right that should anyone escape, I will pay them $25,000 dollars - cash. I'm going to the ring right now, so if any of you f**kwits think you have what it takes - feel free to join me.

Chris walks off camera, and we immediately cut to the opening credits of At Home With The Cages. The logo disappears from screen to show Melissa and Dustin in their front room. Melissa is reading a magazine, and Dustin is watching TV.

Dustin Cage; Change the channel.

Melissa Cage; You've got the remote.

Dustin Cage; No I haven't.

The camera shot changes to Melissa and Dustin sitting in front of a camera, seemingly being interviewed.

Melissa Cage; He's always losing stuff. Only last night he spent an hour searching for his wallet. It was in his pocket.

Dustin Cage; I don't lose things, I misplace them.

Melissa Cage; Same difference.

Dustin Cage; Well what about the time you lost every pair of shoes in the house?

Melissa Cage; I didn't lose them, you sold them to a rag and bone man.

Dustin Cage; Oh yeah...

The credits roll briefly, and we cut back to the arena. The fans laugh for a few moments, until the sound of helicopter blades rattles around the arena, shaking it to it's foundations. The electric guitar kicks in, and pounding drum beats reverberate around the arena, until the fast paced music of "Morning Glory" by Oasis hits and a shocking bright pyro explodes, soaking the arena with white light. The pyro dies out as white strobe lights flash around the crowd, and a single spotlight follows Chris Cairns as he steps onto the stage to the feint sound of jeers, most of which are drowned out by the music. He walks to the ring quickly, looking around at the fans viciously and making threats as he does so. He grabs the top rope and jumps up onto the apron, landing on one knee and pulling himself to his feet, before stepping into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He raises his arms slowly, still shouting angrily at the crowd. He steps down and heads to the other side, repeating his actions as the crowd continue to boo. He steps onto the canvas and psyches himself up as the entrance finally dies out. He shouts over for a microphone.

Chris Cairns; So, anyone willing to take up the Challenge?

There is no answer, until a few seconds later, when a few guys appear on stage. Bane walks out behind them, and they make their way down to ringside. They very obviously don't want to be there.

Robert Purcell; Lambs to the slaughter.

The guys stop in front of the ring, but Bane grabs a couple and throws them into the ring. The other three get in very hesitantly.

Chris Cairns; So, who wants to go first?

All of the guys in the ring stand around, looking at one another. Chris stands impatiently, until Bane gives one of them a hefty push in Chris's direction. Cairns reacts quickly and takes him down to the mat, hooking his arm inbetween his legs and locking in The Vice! The guy immediately begins to tap out, and Chris laughs. He keeps the move held on for a few more seconds, and the crowd jeer as the victim continues to tap frantically.

Dean Nathaniel; These are typical bullying tactics from The Black Circle!

Robert Purcell; Look at those other four guys! They're petrified!

Dean Nathaniel; I'm not surprised, they're just kids, and they're trapped in the ring with Bane and Chris Cairns!

Chris gets up and kicks the first guy away like roadkill. He falls out of the ring as Chris looks at the other four. He gives a nod, and Bane shoves another one into his path. The fans jeer as Cairns drags him to the ground with ease, snapping in the hold. Once again, the tapping begins almost immediately, but Chris just wrenches back further.

Dean Nathaniel; Is this supposed to be intimidating? Try locking the hold on a real wrestler and see what results you get then!

Chris gets up again. He grabs the guy by the collar and the belt of his pants, dragging him up and throwing him out of the ring. As he turns around, Bane kicks another one at him. The guy tries to back away, but Bane pushes him straight back. Chris mercilessly grabs hold of him and sweeps him to the canvas, rolling over and synching in the move once again. This guy puts up a small struggle, but a strong pull back from Chris sees him tapping in no time. This time Cairns immediately releases the hold, standing up. He picks up the microphone.

Chris Cairns; Well, that was easy. So I tell you what, I'll let you two have a go...for $50,000!

Cairns throws the microphone down on the floor and beckons them forward. They look at one another like they are contemplating it, but after a few moments, change their mind and simply stare at Chris. He looks at both men, beckoning them on, but neither moves. Eventually Bane gets bored and shoves one towards Chris, but instead of going for The Vice, he catches the kid around the chest and sends him soaring across the ring with an overhead belly to belly!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh come on, what happened to the Challenge?

Robert Purcell; I think he's had enough for this week!

Chris runs forward and attacks the second guy without warning, barraging him with right hands. He throws the kid across the ring, charging at him and delivering a powerful spear! He rolls around on the mat as the first of the two staggers up and towards Chris, who catches him by the arm and delivers The San Andreas Fault! Chris stands up as the kid rolls out of the ring, and the second one begins to pick himself up. The crowd tries to warn him as Chris stands, poised.

Dean Nathaniel; Watch out kid!

Robert Purcell; There's no hope for him, Dean!

He staggers around, and Chris immediately takes him down into The Vice! He pulls back with all his power, resulting in another tap out! Bane watches on, laughing as Cairns continues to administer the hold, stretching the neck and shoulder, before finally letting go. He stands up and raises his arms into the air, and the crowd jeer as his music hits. He parades around for a little while, before he and Bane get out of the ring and walk up the aisle.

Dean Nathaniel; I hope you're proud of yourself!

Robert Purcell; He sure looks proud. And so far his theory is holding up too!

As Chris and Bane walk off stage, we cut to the dressing room of Miami Missile. He has the International title slung over his shoulder, and the crowd gives a huge cheer out as we see him watching the TV. Sarah and Van Halen are sat with him.

Miami Missile; I could escape that hold in my sleep.

Sarah Summers; Don't you go getting involved with him. The words 'can of worms' come to mind.

Van Halen; I had worms for dinner, man.

Sarah Summers; I'm serious Rob, don't get dragged into it. I've had enough trouble with him and his family already. Hear me?

Miami Missile; Alright alright, sheesh...

Van Halen jumps off the sofa and begins running around the room as we cut back to ringside. The lights flicker on and off as a haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loudspeakers. The tune comes to an end and the lights go red as "Breath" by Prodigy blasts out of the sound system. Billy The Brilliant appears from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos, staggering down the ramp as Kris Kraven appears. The two men walk down to the ring, looking quite drunk, as pyro goes off behind them. They walk around to the commentators table and put on headsets. Kraven simply rests his head on the table, as BTB looks at Nathaniel and Purcell with a drunken smile. The lights return to normal and the music fades.

Billy The Brilliant; He...hey...guys.

Dean Nathaniel; So I see you've decided to take up Ethan Sebastian's offer?

Billy The Brilliant; Yeah...but...but we...had...we had nowhere else...nowhere else to g...go.

Dean Nathaniel; I take it you're still shunned from Bane-Shees HQ?

Billy The Brilliant; Y...yeah.

The crowd waits in silence, but the quiet is soon broken as a huge blue pyro explodes in front of the stage. The music goes straight into the chorus of "Learn To Fly" by Foo Fighters, and the crowd let out a brief pop for the entrance of Ethan Sebastian. He walks out onto the stage, staring out at the crowd, and making a few cocky comments as he swaggers down the aisle. He stops at the base and the lights begin to flicker on and off, until finally pyro bursts in a circle at the top of the ramp, and Jeff Maverick rises through a hole in the stage in his ring attire. The pyro goes out and the lights come on. He walks down to the ring in a slow and casual manner, joining Ethan at the base of the ramp. Blue lights flash at the two of them step onto the apron, staring out arrogantly. Maverick wipes his feet on the apron, and then climbs into the ring. Ethan and Jeff ascend the turnbuckles, taunting to the crowd, before jumping down into the ring. They look out towards Billy, making belt gestures around their waists as Billy looks around confusedly.

Billy The Brilliant; This is most...most unbrillier...brillierant.

Robert Purcell; You want some coffee Billy?

"Hate To Say I Told You So" by The Hives kicks on, and out come The Super Dudes, El Kabong Jr and 'White Hot' Walt Houston. Accompanied to the ring by 'Sexy' Steve Sanders, the two make their way to the ring, Kabong jabbering away and high-fiving the fans, while Houston walks quietly and confidently. The two enter the ring and Walt stands in the middle, while Kabong walks around him, staring at the crowd. He stops in front of Walt, getting on his knees and posing in sync with Walt, as pyros fly up behind them.

Dean Nathaniel; What do you make of these guys Billy? Do you see them as potential challengers?

Robert Purcell; Leave the guy alone. He can barely string together a sentence.

Billy The Brilliant; These...these guys...guys s...suck.

Robert Purcell; Fair enough.

The bell sounds, and Ethan climbs out onto the apron. El Kabong Jr follows his lead, leaving Houston and Maverick to begin this matchup. They circle one another briefly, going into a lockup. Houston quickly sinches in a side headlock, before Maverick lifts him up. He attempts a backdrop, but Houston kicks his legs and floats safely to the mat. Maverick frees himself of the headlock and twists into a hammerlock, but Walt Houston frees his arm and takes Jeff down with an armdrag. Maverick gets up and runs back at Walt, who quickly catches him under the arms and delivers a belly to belly suplex. He quickly gets to his feet and drops onto Maverick, making a cover, but Jeff kicks out before two is heard.

Dean Nathaniel; That was an impressive suplex by Walt Houston.

Robert Purcell; I've seen better.

Billy The Brilliant; M...me t...me too.

Dean Nathaniel; How about you Kris?

Kraven continues to sit face-down on the announce table, not saying anything as Houston makes a quick tag to El Kabong Jr. The crowd cheer as Kabong enters the ring, picking Maverick up. He pushes Jeff back into the ropes and delivers a pair of knife-edge chops, before delivering a hard snap suplex. He runs the ropes as Maverick stands up, but Ethan Sebastian moves across and raises his knee, bringing Kabong to a halt. He turns around and swings at Sebastian with a right hand, but Ethan ducks, catching him by the head and dropping to the arena floor, choking Kabong on the top. He staggers back, falling into a swinging neckbreaker from Maverick for a swift count of two. Maverick goes over and tags in Sebastian.

Dean Nathaniel; Typically dirty tactics on show here from Gamblers Anonymous.

Robert Purcell; You can't argue with the results.

Sebastian swaggers over, standing over Kabong with a smirk. He watches as Kabong is on all fours, pushing his foot into Kabong's back and down towards the mat. He turns to Houston and taunts Walt, to more disdain from the crowd as he drops to a knee, sitting over Kabong's back and slapping him into a chinlock. He looks around, in prime position to observe the hate escaping from the crowd as Kabong struggles through the hold.

Billy The Brilliant; Is th...is ths...is this supposed...

Dean Nathaniel; To what?

Billy The Brilliant; Is this supposed to imp...impress me?

Robert Purcell; I don't think it's particuarly aimed in your direction, Billy, but you have to say that they're doing a stand-up job of defeating The Super Dudes at the moment.

Billy The Brilliant; But I...I don't want to.

Sebastian gets bored of the chinlock and resorts to slapping Kabong on either side of his head, laughing as he does so. He gets back up and walks over to Houston, tapping his chin, taunting Kabong's partner as he stands impatiently on the apron. Sebastian turns back around and drags Kabong to his feet, but EKJ delivers a quick drop toehold. The crowd cheer as Kabong gets back up quickly, having caught Sebastian unawares. He runs the ropes and comes flying back with a body press, but Sebastian kills the momentum in an instant, countering into a powerslam! He bounces right back up and stands over Kabong, laughing once more, and taunting the crowd again. He grabs Kabong by the foot and drags him towards their corner, tagging in Maverick. Maverick climbs in and stamps on the back of Kabong's head as he tries to crawl towards Walt Houston, who does his best to rally Kabong.

Robert Purcell; His stutter is almost as bad as yours, Billy!

Billy The Brilliant; It's not...not...it's not a stut...it's not a stutter.

Robert Purcell; What have you been drinking?

Billy The Brilliant; You...you know, the usual...Jack...Jack Daniels and...and...

Dean Nathaniel; Horse tranquilizer?

Kabong reaches the middle of the ring before Maverick stops him, sitting on his back and taking his arms back, reaching around his chin and locking in a camel clutch. Maverick taunts Houston, uttering a few words in mockery of him and his partner as the crowd chants "Rude Boy!", in an attempt to get Kabong going. He begins to struggle against the hold, trying to drag his knees forward. He manages to free his arms, but before he can do anything more Maverick stands up and kicks him in the back of the head.

Dean Nathaniel; This is becoming a joke. Maverick and Sebastian are mocking Kabong here!

Maverick does a turn in the middle of the ring, inciting more jeers, and finally prompting Walt Houston to make his presence felt! He gets into the ring and runs over, shoving Maverick into his partner, before catching Jeff and delivering another belly to belly! The crowd cheers as Houston runs back over to his corner, reaching desperately for Kabong's tag! The crowd gets well behind El Kabong as he crawls across the ring, inching closer and closer. Maverick tries to crawl across and cut him off, but not before Ethan Sebastian runs over to Walt Houston, pulling him down from the apron! Houston reacts quickly to Ethan's move, turning and decking him with a right hand, before jumping up onto the apron and getting the tag! The crowd cheers as Houston hits the ring!

Dean Nathaniel; Walt Houston is getting himself quite a following in his first match here!

Houston runs in and floors Jeff Maverick with a clothesline, and another, and another. Ethan Sebastian gets back onto the apron, but once again finds himself on the arena floor as Houston runs over and knocks him down! Maverick finds his feet after three tough clotheslines, but Houston grabs him and sets him over his shoulders!

Billy The Brilliant; I...I can't take any...any more of...of this...

Brilliant gets up as Walt Houston sets up Maverick for Force Of Habit, but he only manages to stumble over and land flat on his backside. His idiocy proves enough of a distraction for Houston, as Ethan Sebastian quickly reaches in and grabs him by the ankle. Houston tries to shake his foot free, and Steve Sanders walks over, confronting Sebastian as the crowd erupt with a mixture of cheering and laughter. Sebastian turns and looks at Sanders, shaking his head, as Houston sets Maverick down. He turns around and grabs Ethan by the hair, dragging him up onto the apron, but Sebastian counters with another drop, and another choke on the top rope! Houston staggers back as Sebastian climbs in, Steve Sanders getting onto the apron to try and stop him as Billy The Brilliant manages to get up.

Dean Nathaniel; It's total chaos around ringside! The referee has to do something about this!

Ethan Sebastian comes in and confronts Houston with right hands, as Sanders tries to get the referee to make Sebastian leave. Maverick and Kabong struggle to their feet elsewhere as Houston counters a right hand, delivering one of his own. He throws Sebastian into the ropes, but Sebastian ducks a clothesline, running the other side and knocking Sanders from the apron. He flies across and smacks his head on the crowd barrier, nearly knocking himself clean out as Sebastian turns around, and Houston sets him up for Force Of Habit! This time he executes the move to perfection, and covers for the one, two, three! The bell sounds, and the crowd cheers as The Super Dudes notch up a win!

Dean Nathaniel; They've got it, Robert! Walt Houston seals the win for himself and El Kabong Jr!

Robert Purcell; Look at Billy!

Before Walt Houston can take too much time to celebrate, Billy The Brilliant makes a rather drunken stumble in his direction, managing to knock him down. Billy falls on top of him and begins to deliver what some might describe as right flails, Houston face down on the canvas. El Kabong Jr runs over and grabs Billy, dragging him up, as Kris Kraven finally wakes up from his daze and decides to get involved. He makes his way towards the ring, crawling in and 'ambushing' Kabong, who turns and floors him easily.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think The Bane-Shees can put up much of a fight in this state!

Kabong hammers BTB with right hands in the corner as Walt Houston gets up, throwing Kraven into the opposite. The two Super Dudes grab The Bane-Shees and throw them towards one another, but their drunken state sees the two of them collapse in the middle of the ring without even colliding! The crowd laugh, and The Super Dudes shrug, but El Kabong Jr is quickly knocked down by Jeff Maverick! Maverick begins to pound on Kabong with right hands as Walt Houston runs over. He manages to subdue Maverick with a clubbing blow to the back of the head, but Ethan Sebastian quickly involves himself in this impromptu brawl.

Dean Nathaniel; This is a surreal brawl, folks, if you can call it that.

Robert Purcell; I think Ethan Sebastian would certainly call it that!

Sebastian begins to beat holes out of Houston in the centre of the ring as Jeff Maverick continues where he left off with El Kabong Jr. The Bane-Shees manage to get up again, joining in the beating as best they can, the crowd jeering. Suddenly a huge cheer erupts as the Cage's come running down the aisle, sliding in to tackle Gamblers Anonymous! Dustin Cage floors Jeff Maverick with a clothesline, and he rolls out of the ring as Melissa takes Sebastian by the hair, dragging him off Kabong, and throwing him head-first into the canvas! His head snaps back into the floor, and he follows Maverick out as The Bane-Shees finally do something sensible, rolling out of the ring. Enclosure look around at the two teams, as Kabong rolls to the outside to check on Steve Sanders.

Dean Nathaniel; Enclosure just saved The Super Dudes from a beating, but I think this is more about unfinished business than a favour to Kabong and Houston!

Gamblers Anonymous walk up the ramp holding their heads as Enclosure stare up at them, Houston and Kabong helping Sanders up on the outside. We head backstage, where we see Marcello Dias and Angelina walking through the corridors backstage, when they are approached by Katie Robinson.

Katie Robinson; Marcello! Marcello!

Dias stops and turns around. Katie runs and catches up to them, shoving the mic in his face.

Katie Robinson; I realise you're on your way to the ring, but I've been looking all over the place for you. How are you feeling before tonight's match?

Marcello Dias; Tonight will see a matchup where I redeem past misfortune, or as Rayda would more likely say - "You lost because you suck, ha ha!" - model of maturity that he is. It is time his place was given back to him, which is why I was selected for this task. Who better to get under his skin, and to make a mockery of his 'talents' than me, 'The Brazilian Bastard' that cannot speak English?  It is amusing to see him work himself up over everything, because he proves how idiotic that he is.

Angelina; Once again, the steroid abuse takes its toll, and he has a short temper, which is nearly as short as his shrivelled...

Marcello Dias; For him to see what Creation Wrestling has in store, is for him to taste what is always to happen to him; defeat, humiliation, and realisation. That title of his is hardly a long term prospect, and he needs to realise that the only way he can; by denying everything, no matter what the effect on his credibility.

Angelina; As if he had any. And who is this Holly Valance chick he keeps jabbering on about? Is it the only woman he can see without wanting to toss her around like his favorite inflatable?

Katie Robinson; Ok, this is getting weird...

Angelina; Wait until you hear Steve Sanders try and do his Jay & Silent Bob impression...

Katie Robinson; Also Marcello, I was wondering if you had any comments on what Drachen Hall said earlier?

Marcello Dias; I have nothing to say about Drachen Hall. So the man claims that I am to blame for his - no, our - defeat on Sunday. I pay no attention to his idiotic comments, for I have more pressing issues to deal with, namely Scottie Rayda.

Katie Robinson; So you have no reaction to his claims that you don't deserve your spot?

Marcello Dias; Disse aquele?

Angelina; He said nothing of the sort. Now if you're done stirring the pot for one day, Katie, myself and Marcello will be going.

Dias and Angelina walk off, and Katie looks a little disappointed at the lack of a reaction. Suddenly we cut to the parking lot, where Steve Sanders is being helped into an ambulance. El Kabong Jr and Walt Houston follow him in, and the ambulance pulls away.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess Sanders is being taken away as a precautionary measure; that was one heavy knock to the head.

Robert Purcell; Maybe they can fix that stutter of his while they're scanning his brain.

We quickly cut back to the door of Bane-Shees HQ, where Paul Castle knocks on the door. Chris Cairns answers.

Chris Cairns; What?!

Paul Castle; I'm here to get your response to Miami Missile's claim.

Chris Cairns; Which is...

Paul Castle; That he could escape The Vice - and I quote - 'in his sleep'.

A smile cracks across Chris's face, and he walks out of the locker room. He looks at Castle and laughs.

Chris Cairns; So, Miami chooses to open his mouth once again? I can't say I'm surprised at his claim; the man is as egotistical now as he was when I first met him. Perhaps he's letting everything go to his head - the adulation, the International title...and not forgetting dear old Sarah Summers. Or maybe all these months of dealing with me have taught the man nothing.

Paul Castle; But what of his claim?

Chris Cairns; What of it? I take it for the bullshit that it is. So he chooses to comment, who cares? If it was off-the-cuff, then I ignore it. If he was serious...he knows where to find me.

Chris goes back into the locker room, and we cut back to ringside for the main event. The arena plunges into darkness as "Droppin' Plates" by Disturbed hits the speakers. The arena is rocked by a tidal wave of jeering, as Scottie Rayda strides out onto the stage. Twin pyros shoot from the top of the ramp into the upper reaches of the arena, as Rayda heads toward the ring. Rayda rolls under the bottom rope, before climbing the turnbuckle and sarcastically taunting the fans.

Robert Purcell; All hail the Champion! Look at this impressive mountain of a man, Dean, just look at him!

Dean Nathaniel; I'm looking, Robert and so is everyone else. Everyone in the locker room has their eyes firmly on Scottie Rayda.

The lights around the entrance dim as jungle sounds fill the arena, accompanied by images of Brazil on the video screen. "Roots Bloody Roots" erupts and tribal light patterns swirl across the entrance, before turning to yellow and green strobes as Marcello Dias and Angelina walk out onto the top of the ramp. Dias locks his eyes on his opponent, before taking off down the rampway and diving into the ring, holding the ropes open for Angelina. Angelina poses on one side of the ring as Dias assumes a Capoeira stance, psyching himself out for the beginning of the contest.

Robert Purcell; I give it a good two minutes for Rayda to get the three count here.

Dean Nathaniel; Hey, remember that Dias is just as established a superstar, Robert. This could really go either one of two ways.

Robert Purcell; Yeah! For Dias, it's the hospital or the morgue!

The bell rings to begin the match and the crowd shot their support for Dias. Scottie Rayda and Marcello Dias lock up in the middle of the ring after a brief stare down, trying to gain the advantage. The Champion backs Dias into the corner and hits him with a few elbows to the side of the head before taking him down to the mat with an arm drag. Marcello springs right back up to his feet though and hits Rayda with a quick flurry of punches, knocking him back into the turnbuckle. Dias then grabs at Rayda and whips him into the opposite corner. Rayda hits hard and Dias runs right at him and knocks him down with a Cyclone Kick. The crowd get right behind a fired up Dias as he picks Rayda up and hits him with an impressive belly to belly suplex.

Dean Nathaniel; Dias is showing that he has the ability to throw Rayda around, and thats got to be a little daunting for the World Champion.

Dias again goes to pick up Rayda but Scottie Rayda cuts him off with a low blow which sends the crowd into jeers. Rayda then gets to his feet, grabs Dias and whips him into the ropes. Upon his return, Dias is hit with a strong clothesline which sends him crashing to the mat. Rayda then climbs out of the ring and on to the apron. He climbs up on to the top turnbuckle and waits foe Dias to get to his feet before flying off and hitting him with The Pinpoint which once again sends Dias crashing back to the mat as Rayda gets to his feet and taunts the jeering crowd.

Robert Purcell; What a move for such a big guy! He is the complete Creation Wrestling superstar! He has it all!

Dean Nathaniel; Only time will tell, Robert.

Rayda drags Dias to his feet by the hair and backs him into the turnbuckle, however Dias reverses, shoving Rayda into the turnbuckle. Dias hits him with a series of quick jabs before sending him flying out of the corner and on to the mat with a monkey flip much to the delight of the crowd. Dias then performs a standing moonsault on the grounded Scottie Rayda. Dias gets to his feet and delivers another standing moonsault, followed by another before going over to the turnbuckle, climbing up and bringing the crowd to their feet. Dias signals for the Copo de Gra�a before finally launching himself off the turnbuckle. However, Rayda rolls out of the way at the very last second and Dias is sent smacking into the mat with a loud thud as the crowd groan and Rayda gets to his feet.

Robert Purcell; One slip in concentration from Marcello Dias is all it takes for Rayda to get back into this one. And thats exactly what he'll do.

Rayda looks down on the fallen Dias with a smile before picking him up and dropping him with a DDT. Rayda then heads over to the turnbuckles, climbs up to the second and jumps off, hitting Dias across the back with a hard elbow. Rayda then applies a half crab to Marcello Dias who tries dragging himself over to the ropes. However, Rayda simply drags him back into the middle of the ring, trying to force him into subbmission. However, Dias stuns Rayda by kicking him in the face with his free foot. Dias springs to his feet and runs into the ropes, bouncing off and knocking Rayda down with a spinning heel kick. Dias goes for the pin but can only get the two count.

Robert Purcell; No! No chance! You won't beat Rayda like that!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh, I dunno! It was pretty close.

Dias picks Rayda up and goes to whip him into the ropes. Rayda uses his strength to reverse the move though and sends Dias flying into the ropes at great speed. Upon his return, Dias is picked up over the head of Rayda and held there for many seconds as Rayda shows off his power. Rayda walks over to the edge of the ring with Dias above his head before dumping him hard on to the arena floor, Dias lands with impact as the crowd once again jeer Rayda who stands in the ring for a moment, watching Dias on the outside trying to get to his feet after the move.

Dean Nathaniel; That was scary stuff from Scottie Rayda, that was terrifyingly raw power!

Rayda climbs out of the ring and begins to stomp away on Dias before picking him up and whipping him hard into the steel steps. Rayda slowly walks over to Dias and slams his head into the steel not once but twice before picking him up and throwing him through the air and into the crowd barricade back first. Dias manages to keep on his feet, holding his back in pain as Rayda charges towards him. Dias manages to cut him off with a boot to the face though and as Rayda staggers back holding his face, Dias runs at him, grabs him by the head and hits him with the Retorcer out on the arena floor which sends the crowd into wild cheers as Rayda's head smacks off the concrete with a sickening thud. Angelina shouting her support, Dias rolls Rayda back into the ring and signals to the crowd that he is about to finish it.

Dean Nathaniel; Dias has Rayda scouted here!

Robert Purcell; The same way El Kabong had him scouted on Sunday night, Dean.

Dias watches carefully as Scottie picks himself up, staggering around slowly. Dias walks up behind and raises Rayda onto his shoulders, setting him in position for the Furac�o, but Rayda floats out and lands on his feet behind Dias. He shoves the Brazilian forward, and Dias bumps into the referee, knocking him down! He turns around, and Rayda delivers a low blow! He grabs Dias and sets him in position for a powerbomb, snapping him up and delivering the first. He drags Dias up and delivers another powerbomb, then carries on and finishes him with the third! The crowd jeers as Rayda stands over Dias, looking around at the carnage surrounding him. He suddenly turns to the ringside area.

Robert Purcell; Guess what's coming next, Dias!

Rayda slides out of the ring and goes over, picking up a chair. Angelina quickly runs over, trying to snatch it from his grasp, but Rayda snatches it back and delivers a clothesline. He drags Angelina up and rolls her into the ring, sliding in and standing over her menacingly, the chair in his grasp. Angelina is on her knees, and Rayda lines up to hit her, but the chair is suddenly snatched from his grasp! He turns around to see who it is, being met by a set of right hands from none other than Rude Boy! The fans are on their feet as he makes an appearance in the ring, knocking Rayda around the ring as Angelina slides away!

Robert Purcell; And you try to tell me El Kabong isn't Rude Boy? How do you explain this?

Dean Nathaniel; But El Kabong Jr already left the arena in the ambulance!

Robert Purcell; Oh yeah!

Dean Nathaniel; One thing's for sure, the crowd is eating this up!

Rude Boy delivers a few more right hands, countering a clothesline from Rayda. He snatches him by the head and runs towards the corner, springing up the buckles and delivering his finisher, the Super Skank! He drags Dias over on top of Rayda and quickly slides out of the ring as the referee comes to, to see Dias making a cover! The fans are on their feet as the referee counts one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Dias rolls out of the ring with the win as Rude Boy looks on from the stage!

Dean Nathaniel; Marcello Dias has defeated the Heavyweight Champion! This is not how Rayda wanted things to go!

Angelina helps Dias from ringside, and the two walk up the side of the aisle as Rude Boy stands on the stage, a microphone now in his hand. He looks down towards Rayda, then out at the fans, who are on their feet and chanting "Rude Boy!". Rayda looks up the ramp at Dias with a scowl on his face, holding his neck in pain.

Rude Boy; Did you not hear the chants, Rayda? Did you not hear them? Are you deaf? Are you blind? Because I know you're certainly dumb! The fans demanded Rude Boy...so here I freakin' am! You may have been able to stop El Kabong Jr at the pay-per-view, but now can you handle something new? Something different? Something...Rude? So the name Origins suggests a beginning, Rayda...but not the beginning of a successful title run for you. Oh no no no...it suggests the beginning of a storm, the beginning of a fire...the beginning of the Original Smart Ass making your life a complete hell! You may have gotten away with screwing over El Kabong Jr, buddy...but what are you gonna do, when Rude Boy decides to screw with you? Oi!

Rude Boy's music hits, and he throws his arms into the air to a huge cheer from the crowd. He looks down the ramp at Scottie Rayda, who points up at Rude Boy, cursing his assailant as Rude Boy takes in the cheers of the crowd!