Wednesday 16th April
Live from Copps Coliseum, Hamilton, Ontario

A tape from last weeks Genesis plays, reminding us of Rude Boy's in-ring promo, and the confrontations between El Kabong Jr and Scottie Rayda. The video ends on the image of Scottie Rayda standing over El Kabong Jr, before the camera shot focuses on the darkness inside Copps Coliseum as the crowd anticipate the beginning of the show. A bright turquoise firework drops from the roof, 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 waving their signs in the air with a cheer!

Dean Nathaniel; Hello once again from Creation Wrestling! Tonight we are in Hamilton, Ontario as the road to the pay-per-view continues! We have six matches lined up for you, including the in-ring debut of Rude Boy as he takes on the self-proclaimed God Of Pain, Bane! This is going to be an explosive night of action!

Jeers spread out around the crowd as "We Will Rock You" by Queen blares out of the loudspeakers. Billy The Brilliant makes his way out from behind the curtains, which brings the jeering level up a notch or three. Kris Kraven follows him to ringside as Billy flips off the fans, shaking his head angrily as he walks towards the ring in time with the music. Billy leaps up on to the apron and climbs into the ring. He jumps around, warming himself up for the match ahead.

Dean Nathaniel; And tonight we begin with Dustin Cage, taking on Billy The Brilliant! This is essentially a rematch from last weeks show, after these two faced off on opposite sides of an eight man tag team match!

Robert Purcell; Well you won't see the same outcome tonight, Dean. Trust me.

A loud firework explodes on the stage, and "Elevation" by U2 blasts through the arena as Dustin Cage walks out onto the stage, Melissa following him out. He walks to both sides of the stage and points out at the fans, before turning and walking quickly to the ring as he shouts to the fans sat by the aisle. He rolls into the ring and climbs the near turnbuckle, raising his arms into the air. He jumps down into the ring and waits as his music dies down. The bell rings as Melissa leaves the ring, keeping one eye on Kraven. Cage and Billy size each other up, before Dustin gets in a quick armdrag, which sees Billy looking rather irritated by the quick takedown. Billy rises to his feet, gesticulating at Dustin, before running straight into a drop toehold, swiftly followed by a side headlock on the mat. Dustin rises to his feet, still clutching Billy, and attempts a running bulldog. He takes a couple of steps, only to get pushed off to the ropes, but manages to duck a clothesline and dropkick Billy to the mat.

Dean Nathaniel; Dustin is using his smaller frame to his advantage, running rings around Billy in the early stages.

Robert Purcell; Come on Billy, he ain't so fast after a swift nutshot or two!

Dustin aims to keep the advantage with a couple of quick elbowdrops, before lifting Billy back to his feet, only to be cut off with a swift forearm. A scoop and a slam takes him to the canvas, as Billy shakes off the cobwebs. Billy then mounts his opponent and starts to punch away at him, resting his knees onto Cage's shoulders for a pin attempt, kicked out of at one.

Robert Purcell; See, as soon as this Cage brat got in Billy's face, he was in a pinning predicament!

Dean Nathaniel; I was wondering how long it would take for you to point that out.

Billy keeps up the slim advantage he's gained by kicking Dustin in the side of the head, then dragging him to his feet by the hair, using it to toss him across the ring. Billy looks down at his foe, making light of the fact that his cropped haircut makes this impossible, before dropping an axe handle into his chest. Dustin recoils from the blow, leaving his back open to a couple more swift boots. Billy tries to synch in a bow and arrow lock, but Dustin scrambles out of the way, and sweeps Billy's legs from under him, before hitting a rather weak splash in order to buy a little time.

Dean Nathaniel; Dustin is using his speed advantage to great effect here; Billy hasn't found a way around it yet.

Dustin is back on his feet as Billy once more gets back up, embarrassed by Cage's quickness, and walks directly into a textbook standing dropkick to the face. Dustin goes to the mat and locks in an armbar as he looks to further infuriate his opponent, only for him to roll over with a rather opportunistic pin attempt, once more getting a one count. Dustin springs to his feet and lifts up Billy by his arms, and quickly dispatches him with a butterfly suplex. Sensing a shift in his favour, Cage scales the turnbuckles into high-risk territory. He aims a missile dropkick at his rising opponent, only for Billy to sidestep and see him hit the canvas, leaving him open for Tossing Medusa and a close two count. Melissa thumps the mat with her hand as Kraven watches on, doing not much at all.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a very opportunistic attempt to finish the match by Billy.

Robert Purcell; Why else do you think they call him The Brilliant One?

Billy gets into a debating session with the referee over the count, before turning his attentions back to Dustin with another attempt at Tossing Medusa. This time he misses the target and lands flat on his back, before Dustin comes up with a mahistrol pin attempt, getting himself a quick two count. Dustin makes the most of his opportunity with a kneedrop to the cranium, before backing up and taking aim at Billy, catching him just as he rises with a Shining Wizard! He hooks the leg, but the attempt once more fails to get beyond the two count.

Dean Nathaniel; Shades of Keiji Mutoh from Dustin Cage there!

Robert Purcell; Now, could you explain to these idiots who that guy is?

Dean Nathaniel; These idiots?

Dustin once more sizes up his rising opponent and dropkicks him straight in the head, before dragging him towards the corner, climbing up, and hitting a second rope legdrop for another near count. As Dustin is on his knees pondering his next course of action, Billy rolls out of the ring for a breather he desperately needs, as the referee begins to count him out. Keeping with his previous course of action, Dustin takes aim with a baseball slide as he sees Billy rising, only to be sidestepped again, dragged from the ring, and hurled into the crowd barrier with full force. As Dustin recoils Billy whips him into the ring apron, then back into the barrier, clotheslining him into the front row!

Dean Nathaniel; The opportunity finally presented itself to Billy the Brilliant, and he's making the most of it!

Billy climbs over the crowd barrier and heaves up Dustin, then drops him onto the barrier jaw-first. Following this, he climbs back into the ring area, runs up, and drives an elbow into the back of Dustin's head. He yanks him over the barrier to the concrete, and takes the opportunity to fire a few stomps into his ribcage. He picks Dustin up and rolls him into the ring, and then goes to work on the inside with a dragon sleeper, as he tries to choke out Dustin, in order to avoid the fast-paced offence.

Robert Purcell; You see, it's brains that win out at the end of the day, not having a cute sister!

With Dustin at a disadvantage, Billy starts to wrestle his match by picking him up and drilling him with a spinebuster, setting him in perfect position in the corner for a Swanton bomb attempt. Billy climbs up and launches from the top rope, landing on Dustin with a bump! He makes another cover on Dustin for one, two, no! Cage kicks out, and Billy goes to make the finish come that little bit quicker, loading him up for the Brilliant Bomb! Dustin begins to fight his way out of the predicament, delivering right hands, knocking Billy off-balance with each shot, and delaying his efforts to deliver the finisher. Eventually Dustin manages to fight his way free, dropping to his feet. He begins to knock Billy back with right hands, before whipping him across the ring and delivering a swinging neckbreaker! Dustin gets up, momentum on his side, and signals for the big finish, to anticipation from the crowd!

Dean Nathaniel; This is Dustin's opportunity for payback, Robert!

Robert Purcell; He already got that last week! It's Billy's turn!

Dustin grabs Billy by the head and hooks him up, setting him into position for Locked Up! He lifts Billy up, but at that moment Billy manages to counter, landing on top of Dustin as the referee drops to count! Dustin manages to get his foot on the rope, but Kraven knocks it away, the referee not seeing the infringement as Billy picks up the win! The bell rings, and he rolls from the ring with a smile as the crowd jeer, Kris Kraven walking away emotionless as Melissa climbs in, scowling at the two of them.

Robert Purcell; I told you it was Billy's turn!

As The Bane-Shees walk away looking proud of themselves, Dustin shouts for a microphone. He turns and looks up at Billy and Kraven, annoyance evident on his face as Melissa leans on the top rope, cursing at them from the ring.

Dustin Cage; Okay Billy, that's fine. You two want to cheat your way into winning? You may have got away with it twice, but it's not going to happen a third time...that is, if you two have the guts to take us on again.

Billy and Kraven look down at Dustin and Melissa, gesturing at their Tag Team belts.

Dustin Cage; In that case, perhaps you can put the Tag Team belts on the line at the pay-per-view.

The Bane-Shees again nod, still pointing to their belts, Billy telling Enclosure to 'bring it on'. An idea springs onto Melissa's face, and she takes the microphone from Dustin.

Melissa Cage; Hey Dustin, how about we take a leaf out of El Kabong Jr's book?

Dustin looks at Melissa in confusion, as do The Bane-Shees. Melissa has a smirk on her face as she turns to the champions.

Melissa Cage; Since you're so intent on cheating all the time, perhaps we should try and find a way around that. You two can show everyone what you're really made of. You can put the Tag belts on the line alright, but let's see if you're willing to do it in, say...

Robert Purcell; Say...

Melissa Cage; How about...

Robert Purcell; About what? Out with it!

Melissa Cage; A cage match!

The crowd lets out a cheer, and Melissa drops the mic. Enclosure's music hits, and they look up at The Bane-Shees with a smile as Kraven and Billy look at one another, seemingly a little unsure. They talk between themselves as they turn and walk off stage.

Dean Nathaniel; Well the challenge has been set, Robert! Enclosure will meet The Bane-Shees at Force Of Nature, but will it be inside the confines of a ten foot high steel cage?

Robert Purcell; The Bane-Shees are tough, Dean, they'll accept.

Dean Nathaniel; Well I sure hope so! That would be one hell of a matchup!

We cut to the opening credits of At Home With The Cages. The logo disappears from the screen to show Dustin and Melissa playing swingball in their back garden. A shot from Melissa hits Dustin square in the ankle, knocking him over.

Dustin Cage; I don't know why I even agree to play the game. Did you know that there are over 1000 swingball related injuries in the United States every year?

Melissa Cage; Half of those are yours. You've had more injuries from swingball than a year of wrestling.

Dustin Cage; It's not my fault! You hit the ball like it's a god damn killer bee coming at you.

Melissa Cage; It really isn't hard to duck, Dustin.

Dustin Cage; Easy for you to say. My neck's not been right ever since 'the incident'.

Melissa Cage; I've told you a thousand times Dustin, that was an accident.

Dustin Cage; There's nothing accidental about throwing a tennis racket at my head.

Melissa Cage; It slipped out of my hand!

The credits roll, but before anyone can react to the footage 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; Okay, that's the third time that's happened. Either these guys let us know who they are, or they stop bugging us!

We go backstage again, where we see President Justin England walking down the hall backstage, as an intern rushes quickly to catch up with him.

Intern; This just arrived in the fax again, sir!

England looks the fax over, rolls his eyes and hands it back to the intern.

Justin England; Would you please tell Mr Bagwell that Creation Wrestling has no desire to hire former wrestlers from either of those organizations...and also, tell him to stop contacting us.

England then walks into his office for the night, and sees that someone is already occupying his chair.

Justin England; What's all this then?

The chair swivels around to reveal none other than Rude Boy, to the delight of the crowd. England looks both shocked and mildly amused, as he walks over and stands next to Rude Boy.

Rude Boy; Hello, or as you crazy Brits put it - g'day, guv'nor!

Justin England; We don't all speak like that you know, Rude Boy. I think you've seen Mary Poppins once too many.

Rude Boy; I love that movie! Chim chimminey, chim chimminey...

Justin England; Alright, enough of that. What do you want, Rude Boy?

Rude Boy; Ah, that's simple.

Rude Boy continues to talk to England, as the camera shot on them fades. The scene cuts back to the commentary table, where Robert Purcell is twiddling with his monitor.

Robert Purcell; Dammit!

Dean Nathaniel; Well whatever they were, I guess Rude Boy's comments will be kept between he and Justin England!

The lights go dim, and a loaf of bread - the symbol of Breadman - is shone onto the ring. Over the speakers comes a womans voice, asking "Who is that man?", before Breadman answers, "THAT IS NO MERE MAN...I AM BREADMAN!". "The Thunderbird March" by Barry Gray Orchestra plays over the speakers as the crowd cheers. Breadman comes walking out in a bakers hat and apron, Doughboy right behind him, as Breadman takes the hero stance and pyros go off behind him. He walks towards the ring with Doughboy and climbs inside, then takes the stance again to cheers from the crowd. He takes off his bakers hat and apron and hands it to Doughboy, who exits out of the ring as Breadman awaits his oponent.

Robert Purcell; Well, the only thing I expect is a laugh at him, stood there in his dumbass bakers outfit. I mean, who cares about a guy fascinated with loaves of bread?

"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. The ref rings the bell as Seven knocks Breadman down with a devastating clothesline.

Robert Purcell; I think I just saw the heel of the loaf go flying out into the audience! Peanut butter and jelly anybody?

Seven struts around the ring while Breadman is still lying on the canvas. Seven runs over and jumps to deliver a knee to the abdomen of the fallen Breadman, but he moves out of the way just in time, causing Seven to drive his knee into the hard mat. Breadman gets up and assumes his 'hero' pose, which generates a large pop from the fans. Breadman goes over and tries to pick up the larger man, but is visibly struggling to do so. This gives Seven the distraction he needs, and he low blows Breadman.

Seven gets to his feet and grabs the head of Breadman, and places it between his legs. He grabs Breadman by the abdomen and lifts him up, delivering a huge shoulderbreaker. Breadman seems to be laid out as Seven makes the cover for one, two, kickout by Breadman! Seven shakes his head and yells at the ref for a slow count as he gets back up and drops a big elbow right into the chest of Breadman. Seven reaches over and grabs Breadman's head and puts him into a front facelock. The ref checks on Breadman to make sure he is ok, not realising as Seven applies an illegal chokehold. A few fans notice and start jeering as Breadman starts squirming around, trying to force Seven to release the hold, but Seven just grips it tighter.

Robert Purcell; What are you yapping about Dean? Seven is just keeping him on the mat, where he belongs. Its a perfectly legal choke...front facelock.

Seven finally releases the hold and Breadman grabs at his chest, trying to get some badly needed air into his lungs. Seven lifts Breadman back up to his feet and hits him with a series of knife-edge chops, each one heard loud and clear. Seven executes an Irish whip, picking up Breadman as he comes off the ropes, and dropping him to the mat with a sideslam. With Breadman on the mat, Seven bounces off the ropes and drops a well measured knee to the forehead.

Robert Purcell; This is sheer dominance!

Dean Nathaniel; I won't argue. Seven has been easily the better competitor thus far.

Seven makes a very nonchalant cover on Breadman, which he easily kicks out of. Doughboy looks on from ringside, looking intimidated by the sizeable frame of Seven as he drags Breadman to his feet, throwing him into the corner with force. Seven comes walking in, not paying too much attention, allowing Breadman the opportunity to counter with a raised elbow. Seven holds his face as Breadman grabs him by the head, ramming it into the turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second rope and begins a set of punches, the fans counting along, but Breadman stops at six and jumps down. Seven staggers out slightly, allowing Breadman to floor him with a dropkick as the crowd cheers. He makes a quick cover, but Seven powers out with ease.

Robert Purcell; I think someone copied this match from Wrestling 101.

Dean Nathaniel; So far we haven't seen the fast paced offense that we would generally see here in Creation, but given that Seven has had the majority control I think that's understandable. Speed isn't his game.

Breadman stands up, picking Seven up and pushing him into the ropes. He attempts an Irish whip, but Seven counters, immediately catching Breadman by the throat! He sets up for a chokeslam, but Breadman counters into a DDT! Seven's head hits the mat, but he remains standing, albeit with a very dazed look on his face as Breadman stands up. He runs the ropes and comes back with a clothesline, hoping to knock Seven down, but the big man stays on his feet as he tries to regain his sense of where he is. Breadman runs the ropes again, delivering a second clothesline, again not with any success. He hits the ropes a third time, but before he can attempt a clothesline he gets floored by a big boot from Seven!

Robert Purcell; If at first you don't succeed, give up and let the better man kick you in the face!

Seven looks out at the fans as he reaches down, dragging Breadman to his feet. Breadman snaps up quickly and pushes Seven away, before delivering another dropkick, as Seven staggers back into the corner. Breadman quickly runs in and begins to deliver alternating lefts and rights!

Dean Nathaniel; I've seen this Robert, he calls it the Baker's Dozen!

Breadman unloads the last punch and watches as Seven staggers forward. He grabs him by the head and sets up the Dangerous DDT, but Seven reaches through his legs with his arm and raises Breadman onto his shoulders! He walks into the centre of the ring and props Breadman up, before flinging him up into the air and delivering the Retribution!

Robert Purcell; Breadman just got cooked!

Seven rolls over and makes a cover, and the crowd look on, some counting along with the one, two, three! The bell rings, and Seven gets up slowly, staring at the crowd with a violent gaze.

Dean Nathaniel; That's three straight wins for Seven!

Robert Purcell; He is on one hell of a hot streak! If this isn't an eye-opener I don't know what is!

Dean Nathaniel; Well he may have beaten three debutants, but you can only beat what's put in front of you. This has to put him into contention for the International title, at the very least.

We are taken backstage, where Paul Castle is once again seen waiting outside Justin England's office. The door opens, and England walks out. He brushes the front of his suit down as he looks at Paul.

Paul Castle; Justin, I understand you have another announcement to make?

Justin England; Indeed I do. After lengthy discussion with Rude Boy, I have decided that it is in the best interests of both the federation and the fans that he be put into the main event at Force Of Nature.

Paul Castle; Does this mean..?

Justin England; The main event at Force Of Nature will now be a triple threat match for the Creation Heavyweight championship. Scottie Rayda will defend against El Kabong Jr and Rude Boy!

Robert Purcell; How is that one gonna work?

Justin England; And in case you're wondering, yes. The match will still be No Disqualifications. Thank you.

England walks back into his office, and Castle shrugs and walks away. 'White Hot' Walt Houston is seen walking down a hallway, dressed in his wrestling attire, when he stops as he sees Rude Boy walking in the opposite direction! The crowd cheers Rude Boy's appearance as Houston stares Rude Boy down, but the Original Smart Ass doesn't seem to notice him. Houston then grabs Rude Boy by the arm, which definitely gets his attention.

Walt Houston; Hey!

Rude Boy; Hey yourself, knucklehead. And mind the Rude arm!

Walt Houston; The Rude arm? Wait, nevermind that. What the hell is your problem?

Rude Boy; What? What problem?

Walt Houston; You know what problem. You! Barging into CW! Hogging the spotlight! Getting yourself into Kabong's rematch! What the hell is up with that?

Rude Boy; ...do I know you, big, tall and gruesome?

Walt Houston; Quit the act, Rudy. You know it's me...Walt Houston?

Rude Boy; Who?

Walt Houston; Walt Houston! Your partner in the indys after Starsmore left the Newskool?

Rude Boy; Houston...Houston...oh yeah! Hey, how you been kid?

Walt Houston; How've I been? What the hell is going on with you?

Rude Boy; Simmer down, kid. Nothing is going on...I'm just trying to make the most of a rather volatile situation.

Walt Houston; Volatile situation? It wasn't like that until you stuck your nose in the Super Dudes business! But tell you what...since you don't seem to recall me...keep a close eye on my match tonight against Scottie Rayda! Maybe seeing a few White Hot moves will jog your memory. So keep your eyes on the screen...'you dig'?

Houston walks off angrily. Rude Boy looks over his shoulder with a half grin on his face...

Rude Boy; Yeah, I dig. And don't you worry none about me not watching your match with Rayda...no siree bob...

Rude Boy takes off the opposite direction, but the camera pans back to show the back of a person wearing a black and white Adidas jacket...and the El Kabong mask! Rude Boy walks off screen, with El Kabong Jr staring at him!

Robert Purcell; What the hell?

Dean Nathaniel; That's conclusive enough for me!

As the shot of El Kabong cuts away, we see Kennedy Wilson sat in his office. The door opens, and in walk Chris Steele and Drachen Hall. Wilson looks up at them and shakes his head.

Kennedy Wilson; Now what?

Drachen Hall; That's not a nice way to greet visitors, man.

Chris Steele; Nope.

Drachen Hall; Anyway, me and my compadre just came to see if you would grant a little request. You see, man, I figure since me and that totally bogus dude Ponger are gonna be going toe to toe tonight, maybe we oughta up the stakes.

Chris Steele; Totally.

Kennedy Wilson; What did you have in mind?

Drachen Hall; Well, dude, since you won't just give me a shot at a belt, I figure you let me earn it.

Kennedy Wilson; You want this to be a number one contenders match?

Drachen Hall; Yeah.

Kennedy Wilson; If I let you have this match, will you get off my back?

Drachen Hall; Whatever, dude.

Kennedy Wilson; Alright, in that case - tonight you and Ponger will be in a number one contendership match, and the winner will face Marcello Dias at the pay-per-view, for the International belt. Thank you, now I'll catch up with you later.

Steele turns and walks away, as Hall stares at Wilson, who continues with what he was doing.

Drachen Hall; But dude, I meant a Heavyw...

Steele drags Hall out of the office, and we turn our attention to Bane. He is staring intently at absolutely nothing as Chris Cairns does pull-ups on a doorframe behind him. Chris drops down as a roadie runs up.

Roadie; Bane, Chris, I think you two should come see this!

The roadie runs off. Bane looks at Chris, who shrugs, but the two follow him through a few corridors. After a few seconds Bane stops, before running over and standing over Billy The Brilliant and Kris Kraven. There are a few EMT's around, and The Bane-Shees lie flat on the ground, a broken baseball bat lying nearby. Chris walks over shaking his head.

Chris Cairns; What in the name of f**king hell happened here?

EMT; I'd hazard a guess that that baseball bat has something to do with it.

Chris Cairns; Gee, you think? Who did it, shithead?

EMT; I don't know, sir.

Bane; Just take them away.

Bane walks off, and Chris stares at him. He turns back to the EMT and scowls, as Billy and Kraven are stretchered into the waiting ambulance. 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; Look at this guy! He just oozes absolute class and perfect wrestling ability, Dean. There is no doubt in my mind as to why this guy is Creation Wrestlings Champion. He's the best there is!

Dean Nathaniel; Well for as long as he wears that belt I'll find it hard to disagree with you, Robert. But Rayda is gonna have his hands full with young Walt Houston here tonight. Lets not forget that Houston tags with El Kabong Jr.

Robert Purcell; Thats just gonna make Rayda even angrier.

"Bulldog Skin" by Guided By Voices pops onto the PA, and out comes 'White Hot' Walt Houston, accompanied by his so-called manager, 'Sexy' Steve Sanders. The crowd gives Houston a great reaction as Houston lets Sanders, who politely waves to the fans, lead the way. Sanders gets to the ring and tries to hold the ropes open for his wrestler, but Houston ignores it and slides under the ropes, hopping up on the turnbuckle and raising his arms as the fans snap photos before the match begins.

Dean Nathaniel; The fans will be right behind Walt Houston in this one. They always are. And then there's Steve Sanders.

Robert Purcell; Ooooh! What a big help he'll be!

The bell rings, and the two men walk to the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Rayda talks trash, before slapping Houston right in the face, prompting the crowd to jeer. However, Houston is not phased by the slap and continues to stare straight on into the eyes of Rayda. He again slaps Walt Houston in the face, but Houston is again unphased as the crowd get right behind him. Rayda steps back a little, still talking trash as he glares at Houston. Within the blink of an eye though, Houston launches at Rayda, hitting him with hard rights and lefts, backing him into the ropes. The crowd goes crazy as a pumped up Walt Houston pummels away at a stunned Scottie Rayda. Houston then grabs Rayda by the arm and whips him into the opposite ropes. As Rayda runs back into the center of the ring, Houston floors him with a massive running clothesline, bringing the crowd to its feet.

Dean Nathaniel; Scottie Rayda still hasn't learned his lesson! He simply cannot afford to get cocky!

Robert Purcell; Need I remind you that he is the Creation Wrestling Champion?

Dean Nathaniel; Need I remind you of his recent loss to Marcello Dias?

Houston modestly poses for the fans, flexing his muscles, and they eat it right up. However, despite the heavy hit he just took, Scottie Rayda quickly rolls over on to his stomach and springs to his feet behind Houston. Steve Sanders tries to warn Houston to turn around and face Rayda, who is grinning like a mad man. The crowd also scream at Houston to turn around, but its too late. Rayda grabs him by the waist and shows his power, lifting Houston up over his own head and dropping him to the mat with a huge German suplex. The crowd let out a groan as Rayda gets to his feet, they then begin to jeer as he taunts Steve Sanders, who scowls at him from the arena floor.

Robert Purcell; Sanders can give Rayda mean stares all he wants. It wont change the eventual outcome of this match.

Rayda then stands in the corner of the ring, waiting for Houston to get to his feet. Soon enough Walt is on his feet, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Rayda gives him no time to do so and runs at him, sending him back to the mat with a strong clothesline. Rayda then picks Walt up by the scruff of the neck and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. Walt stumbles as he heads into the corner, and when he connects, his head smacks right into the second turnbuckle. Rayda slowly walks over to him, grinning from ear to ear.

Dean Nathaniel; Oh God! I can only try and imagine what he has in store for us here!

Robert Purcell; Walt Houston isn't in the greatest of positions, Dean! I love it!

Rayda drags Houston up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. As Houston sits perched on the top turnbuckle, Rayda sticks his head in underneath him and lifts him up onto his shoulders, bringing him out of the corner and preparing to powerbomb him. Rayda, however, has a moment of hesitation, before slowly walking back into the turnbuckle, Walt Houston still sat high up on his shoulders. Rayda lifts one foot onto the first rope, and then steadily raises the other foot.

Robert Purcell; Look at the strength of Rayda! He's managing to keep Houston propped up there like that, even as he's climbing backwards up the turnbuckles!

Slightly off the ground now with Houston in a precarious position, all eyes are firmly fixed on Scottie Rayda. An air of concern blows about in the arena as Rayda steadies himself again, before slowly placing his right foot on the second turnbuckle, carefully followed by his left. Snapping out of his daze, Houston begins to figure out just what a dangerous position he is in.

Dean Nathaniel; This doesn't look good for Walt Houston!

Robert Purcell; And Steve Sanders knows it! Look at that puddle of water he's standing in!

The crowd rise to their feet as Houston begins to punch away at the back of Rayda's neck; the only part of Rayda his wrists can reach as Scottie Rayda keeps a good grip on him, restraining him. After what seems like an eternity, the anticipation and nerve buzzing around the arena are brought to a new level as Rayda wearily places his left boot on the very top turnbuckle. Houston tries his very hardest to get a good shot in on Rayda, but from his position it is impossible. Rayda finally lifts his right boot onto the top turnbuckle as thousands of camera flashes go off through the entire arena. Houston still tries his very best, jabbing away at the back of Rayda's neck, but it continues to look like he is going to have a very unfortunate landing!

Dean Nathaniel; Don't do it, Scottie!

Robert Purcell; Go on, Scottie! End his damn career! This is gonna be known as an ultrabomb!

Dean Nathaniel; What kind of man is our Heavyweight champion? To do something like this, what kind of man is he?

Robert Purcell; A smart one!

The crowd look on in absolute awe as Rayda steadies himself. After a long three seconds, Rayda flies off the top turnbuckle and through the air, with Houston on his shoulders! However, the crowd goes absolutely crazy as Houston, pushing forward with all his weight, manages to counter the superbomb! Rayda lands hard on his back, Houston landing on top! The crowd burst into wild cheers as, without a moments hesitation, Houston begins to punch away at the head of Rayda in a mad flurry of lefts and rights. Houston then springs to his feet and begins to stomp away furiously at the ribs of Rayda, who tries to shield himself with his arms. Satisfied he has stomped away on Rayda enough, Houston begins to circle the ring, whipping the crowd up into an absolute frenzy.

Robert Purcell; No! How the hell did he ever manage to squirm out of that? They should be peeling Houston off the mat right now!

Houston waits for Rayda to get to his feet. As Rayda does so, Houston runs at him and grabs him, lifting him high into the air and bringing him crashing back down to the mat with an impressive belly to belly suplex. Houston picks Rayda up and walks him over to the corner, ramming his head into the top turnbuckle a total of ten times at the crowd happily count along. Houston lets go of Rayda, who staggers around in the middle of the ring holding his head. Houston runs at Rayda and takes him down with a neckbreaker, which brings the noise of the crowd up even more. Houston jumps back up to his feet and signals to the fans that the end is near.

Dean Nathaniel; This could be win number three for Walt Houston! He's on one hell of a hot streak!

Robert Purcell; But if there's a man to bring that to an end, it's the Heavyweight champ!

Houston watches as Rayda gets up, before reaching down and setting him into a firemans carry. The fans are on their feet as Walt walks around a little, preparing to hit the Force Of Habit, but Rayda manages to counter, dropping down into a crucifix pin! The referee counts, but Houston kicks out right on the edge of a three count! Both men get quickly back to their feet, the fans breathing a huge sigh of relief as Houston escapes. He gets up quick and advances on Rayda, but Scottie counters with a kick to the midsection. He grabs Houston and loads him up for the Triple Powerbomb!

Robert Purcell; It's curtains for Walt!

Dean Nathaniel; Hold on a second...is that Rude Boy?

The crowd cheer as Rude Boy suddenly slides into the ring, as Rayda delivers the first powerbomb! He runs over and clubs Rayda in the back, and the referee rings the bell immediately as Scottie is set upon by Rude Boy, the crowd worked up into a frenzy! Rayda begins to trade punches with Rude Boy, but Rude Boy soon gets the upper hand and backs Rayda up. He grabs Scottie by the head quickly and runs towards the corner, delivering the New Skool Super Skank!

Dean Nathaniel; Rude Boy is sending a clear cut message to Scottie Rayda!

Rayda rolls out of the ring, staggering to his feet and walking up the aisle holding his neck as the crowd chants "Rude Boy!". He looks down the aisle from the ring, smirking at Rayda as Walt Houston picks himself up behind him.

Robert Purcell; So much for Walt Houston's hot streak.

Dean Nathaniel; Well to be fair, Rude Boy's interference played some part in Houston losing this matchup.

Robert Purcell; Rude Boy screwed Houston over, Dean. You can't sugar coat it. These fans can cheer Rude Boy as much as they want, but at the end of the day he just killed two birds with one stone.

Houston gets up, walking over to Rude Boy and grabbing him by the arm again. Rude Boy turns around, Houston mouthing off at him as the crowd watch on. Rude Boy holds his hands up, protesting his innocence. He turns to leave again, but Houston grabs him and drags him back in. They stand in the middle of the ring, arguing with one another.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think Rude Boy wants any part in this.

Robert Purcell; Then he shouldn't have got involved in this match. Live by the sword...

Houston suddenly shoves Rude Boy, resulting in a gasp from the crowd. Rude Boy steps back, turning to Houston and laughing as Walt stares him dead in the eye. Suddenly Rude Boy extends his right boot, catching Houston square in the midsection, before grabbing him by the head and delivering a second New Skool Super Skank! His music hits again, and he walks away smiling as Houston is left lying flat out on the canvas!

Robert Purcell; Thin ice, Rude Boy!

Rude Boy walks away from the ring, tagging a few hands along the way. As we cut backstage, we see Bane and Chris Cairns walking through the corridors. Bane has a face like thunder, and Chris is just shaking his head. They walk down a corridor, stopping as they see a few people converged around their locker room. They walk up to the group just outside the door.

Bane; What's the meaning of this?

Worker; Word got round that there was a suspicious character hanging around your locker room, same as the guy who was hanging round by Miami's locker room last week...or so I hear.

Chris Cairns; Word spreads f**king fast around here then, does it?

Worker; Well you know, what with your reputation and all...

Chris Cairns; Spare us the bullshit pal, we had enough of that last week. Just get out of our way, let us in.

Bane and Chris push past three or four workers, opening the door. As they enter the room they look around, fixing their eyes on the back wall. They turn to one another with raised eyebrows as the camera zooms in to reveal the words 'See You Soon' written on the wall in blood!

Robert Purcell; Well, that rules them out.

Dean Nathaniel; Out of what?

Robert Purcell; All these rumours, you know...that wreath that Miami received last week? You heard the guy, the same man that delivered the wreath was the same man seen in their locker room tonight!

Dean Nathaniel; At the moment it's all conjecture, Robert, but there's something suspicious going on here and the sooner we get to the bottom of it, the better for all concerned.

Backstage, we see Kid Kaos making his way towards the main arena for his handicap hardcore rules match with Gamblers Anonymous. The crowd cheer the sight of Kaos as he swaggers through the backstage complex with a dented steel chair smeared in blood in his hand, and a determined look etched on his face. As he walks, a dressing room door behind him slowly opens and out step Ethan Sebastian and Jeff Maverick with grins on their faces as they see Kaos continue on towards the arena, none the wiser. The crowd jeer as the members of Gamblers Anonymous run up behind Kaos and knock him to the ground with a barrage of punches and kicks. A surprised and grounded Kid Kaos tries his best to fight off the assult, but finds himself hopelessly outnumbered. Maverick and Sebastian drag Kaos to his feet and ram him head first into a nearby vending machine. Kaos slumps to the ground, holding his head as a Creation Wrestling referee appears.

Dean Nathaniel; Ethan Sebastian and Jeff Maverick just jumped Kid Kaos, and here comes a Creation Wrestling referee! I guess this match is now up and running, Robert.

Robert Purcell; Hell yeah! Kid Kaos is gonna have his work cut out here!

Sebastian and Maverick again pick Kaos up and walk him down the corridor, eventually reaching a table. The two men discuss what they will do next, but this only gives Kaos time to recover. He elbows Maverick in the face, before hitting Sebastian with a flurry of rights and lefts. Kaos grabs Sebastian by the arm and whips him into a door on the opposite wall. Ethan hits the door hard and it bursts open, sending him tumbling into the next room. A man runs out of the room carrying a newspaper and zipping up his fly. The crowd laugh as Kaos turns his attentions back to Maverick, but Jeff Maverick cuts him off with a rake to the eyes. Maverick then grabs a fire extinguisher from the wall and lets it off right in the face of Kaos, prompting him to stumble backwards and fall to the floor, holding his eyes in a great deal of pain.

Robert Purcell; Ooh! Thats gotta sting! I feel kinda sorry for Kaos!

Dean Nathaniel; You do?

Robert Purcell; Well...nah! He got himself into this mess, so why would I give him any sympathy?

Maverick throws the fire extinguisher down hard on the stomach of Kid Kaos, before regrouping with a now recovered Ethan Sebastian. The two pick Kaos up and drag him down the corridor. Eventually they reach a huge curtain, dragging Kaos along with them. Gamblers Anonymous disappear behind the curtain, the referee following closely. The camera keeps its focus on the curtain for a few seconds before we finally see Kaos and Gamblers Anonymous again, as the scene cuts to the main arena. Ethan and Jeff double team Kaos on the entrance ramp, hooking him up and hitting him with a double suplex. The crowd shout support for Kaos as he lies on the ground, trying to get his breath back. Ethan and Maverick have another discussion between themselves before Ethan heads down to the ring.

Robert Purcell; I wonder what ace these two have up their sleeves?

Dean Nathaniel; Well whatever it is, it can only spell trouble for Kid Kaos.

Robert Purcell; Didn't you get my joke?

Ethan searches underneath the ring for something, before eventually pulling out two tables. He slides the tables into the ring as Jeff makes his way down beside him with Kid Kaos. The duo throw Kaos into the ring before climbing in themselves. Ethan sets up one of the tables, whilst Maverick goes to pick Kaos up. However, Kid Kaos cuts him off with a low blow, much to the delight of the fans. As Maverick staggers around holding his jewels, Kaos grabs him and drops him with a DDT. Ethan drops the table to the mat and turns his attentions to Kid Kaos, but Ethan gets a K-Seguri for his troubles, which sends him tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. With the crowd right behind him, Kaos picks Maverick up and throws him hard into the turnbuckle. Maverick slumps to the ground in the corner, and Kaos picks up one of the tables. Kaos walks over to the corner Maverick is in and props one side of the table up on the top turnbuckle, and places the other side on the mat, having it loom menacingly over the head of Jeff Maverick.

Robert Purcell; Oh no! This can't be right!

Dean Nathaniel; This is a hardcore match so anything goes, Robert!

Robert Purcell; This doesn't look too good!

Ethan Sebastian climbs back into the ring, and makes his way over to Kaos before he can do any damage. Kaos cuts Ethan off with a stiff kick to the ribs, and Ethan holds his ribs in pain as Kaos grabs him by the throat. Kaos takes Ethan and throws him across the ring by his throat, and straight through the table set up in the corner! Ethan smashes into the table, causing it to break in two, and crushing Jeff Maverick into the turnbuckle! The crowd cheer the move as Sebastian staggers up and back out of the corner, right into the hands of Kid Kaos, who drops him to the mat with his second DDT of the match for a close count!

Dean Nathaniel; Kaos is on fire!

Robert Purcell; I sure do wish you weren't using that metaphorically.

Dean Nathaniel; Well Kid Kaos was the man at a disadvantage going in, but at the moment it looks like Gamblers Anonymous could use all the help they can get!

Kaos rolls out of the ring and goes under the apron, pulling out a trash can filled with weapons! He props it on the apron and climbs up, pulling it into the ring and spilling the contents all over the canvas. He reaches down and grabs a kendo stick as the fans cheer!

Robert Purcell; How convenient. You think he put that trash can there before the match, Dean?

Dean Nathaniel; Well whoever did, Kaos has some big plans for the contents!

Ethan Sebastian staggers to his feet again as Kaos holds the stick like a baseball bat. Sebastian sees him preparing to swing and instinctively covers his face, but Kaos just thinks again and smashes it into his stomach! Ethan doubles over clutching his midsection in pain, and Kaos knocks him down with a shot to the kidneys! The crowd cheers as Maverick manages to drag himself out of his slump, only to walk straight into a shot across the top of the skull, snapping the stick in half over his head! He stumbles around a bit as Kaos throws the stick down. He walks over to the broken table and picks up one of the halves, turning and shattering it over Maverick's head! This time he hits the ground with a thud!

Dean Nathaniel; Kid Kaos just turned that piece of wood into sawdust! Gamblers Anonymous are on the recieving end of one hell of a beating here tonight!

Kaos looks out at the crowd and throws his arms into the air, getting another rise out of the crowd. He walks over to the pile of weapons and grabs a road sign, as Sebastian and Maverick help each other up. He stands in front of the two of them and laughs at the pathetic state of the team in front of him, before advancing. Suddenly Ethan and Jeff counter, delivering a double flapjack on the unexpecting Kid Kaos! The road sign remains in his hands as he drops, hitting his face on the weapon as Ethan and Jeff stand up, taking a well-needed opportunity for rest. After a few moments Ethan grabs the trash can, placing it over Kaos' upper body as he stands up. Jeff Maverick takes a chair out of the pile of weapons and lifts it over his head. Sebastian pushes Kaos towards Jeff, the trash can over his head, and Maverick delivers a powerful shot into the metal! Kaos hits the ground with a crash!

Dean Nathaniel; That'll leave a ringing in your ears!

Robert Purcell; Kaos is gonna regret having attacked these two! They may seem like a casual tag team, but when it comes down to it they are two nasty bastards!

Sebastian drags the can off Kaos, leaving it on the canvas, before grabbing Kaos by the hair. He stands over Kaos, who kneels on the ground, a faraway look in his eye. Sebastian reaches down and drags him to his feet, lifting Kaos onto his shoulders. Suddenly Shane Ryder comes running out onto the ramp with a chair in his hand!

Dean Nathaniel; Here comes the cavalry!

Robert Purcell; Wouldn't you know it, Kaos found some backup. Isn't that sweet?

Maverick sees Ryder coming and rolls from the ring, chair in hand. Unfortunately for him Shane is quicker off the mark, and he superkicks the chair into Jeff's face! Sebastian puts Kaos down as Ryder enters the ring, still wielding his own steel chair. Sebastian counters with a right hand, causing Ryder to drop the chair. He swings again, but this time Shane counters and begins to deliver his own punches. He floors Ethan with an uppercut, before grabbing the chair and bringing it crashing down onto Sebastian's head! He tells Kid Kaos to make a cover as the crowd looks on, celebrating as Kaos rolls over for a cover, and a count of three! Ryder punches the air in celebration, helping Kaos up and raising his hand.

Robert Purcell; Makes me want to puke. Something of a hollow victory, I think you'll agree?

Dean Nathaniel; Drastic times call for drastic measures Robert, and when the going got tough Kid Kaos had Shane Ryder to call on!

Robert Purcell; How can you condone this? If Sebastian and Maverick had pulled a stunt like this you'd have been all over them!

Dean Nathaniel; Our own allegiances aside Robert, the fact is that Kid Kaos has won this matchup, and what an effort it was on his part. Taking on two men and winning is no easy task.

Robert Purcell; Until your best buddy chips in with a cheap shot.

Kaos and Ryder walk off stage, and a few ring attendants begin to clear the ring of debris as Maverick and Sebastian help one another away from the ring. They walk up the side of the aisle, Maverick making a few rude gestures towards the fans. As they disappear from sight the sound of helicopter blades rattles around the arena, shaking it to it's foundations.

Robert Purcell; Line up the next victim...

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 takes a microphone from his jean pocket, ignoring the fans as they jeer him.

Chris Cairns; And a good evening to all of you.

A huge jeer elicits from the crowd, which Cairns laughs at and shrugs off.

Chris Cairns; Lets not get caught up in this, shall we? We all know why I'm here, and that's to continue my challenge. So far I've had four people take it up, and as yet I have yet to find a man who can find his way out of The Vice.

Dean Nathaniel; Yeah, Jack Impact came pretty close until you cheated.

Chris Cairns; So this week, I'm going to up the stakes once again. I mean, one hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. That's like, what...three, four years work for most of you?

Cairns is met by another massive jeer from the crowd.

Chris Cairns; But then, since I'm worth about $4 million, I might as well splash out a little more. I'm going to double it. If there's any wrestler back there who thinks he has the smarts to get out of The Vice, I will pay him $200 grand. Cash.

Robert Purcell; Let me up there!

Chris drops the microphone on the canvas and looks up at the stage, awaiting the arrival of his next challenger. Suddenly 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, making his way straight for the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; This might well be his crazy stunt for the week.

Robert Purcell; This isn't crazy, Dean, it's career suicide!

Lighthouse climbs into the ring, and is immediately set upon by Cairns. Chris drags him down to the canvas and locks in The Vice, and Lighthouse begins to struggle against the submission. He has a slight look around, judging his position in the ring as Chris wrenches back, trying to squeeze the tap out of him. Lighthouse reaches out his free arm and attempts to drag himself towards the nearest ropes he can see, on the right hand side of the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; Lighthouse is making a great effort so far! The move hasn't had much of an effect!

Lighthouse reaches towards the ropes, still a good foot or so away as Chris grits his teeth, setting JX's shoulder a little closer to his legs, and extending pressure on his shoulder. Lighthouse stops his attempts to reach the ropes momentarily as he tries to fight off the change in the effect of the move. He gasps for breath slightly as Cairns' grip puts a little pressure on his throat, choking him out! Lighthouse tries to pull Chris's hands away, but to no avail, as Cairns keeps the choke locked in!

Dean Nathaniel; Cairns is just trying to choke him here! Somebody put a stop to this!

Cairns shifts his hands a little further down, now applying all the pressure into squeezing Lighthouse's windpipe, cutting off the flow of oxygen! Lighthouse's face becomes a deeper shade of red with every passing second, and Chris shows no signs of letting go. The crowd jeers incessantly, hollering at Chris to stop choking Lighthouse. Suddenly he lets go, leaving Lighthouse motionless and face down on the mat as he picks up the microphone.

Chris Cairns; Can we get a referee down here?

Chris looks up at the ramp, prodding Lighthouse with his foot as if he was roadkill. A referee suddenly comes walking down the ramp, climbing into the ring cautiously.

Chris Cairns; Okay pal, I want you to check that guy and see if he's unconscious or not.

The referee kneels down in front of Lighthouse, rolling him onto his back. He checks Lighthouse is still breathing, then checks him for any signs of consciousness, before standing up.

Chris Cairns; Well?

Referee; He's still conscious.

Chris Cairns; Really? Hmmm...well in that case...

Suddenly Chris throws the microphone down and walks over, beginning to stamp the hell out of Lighthouse. JX is powerless to defend himself as Cairns kneels over him, punching away at his face. He gets up and slides out of the ring as the referee again checks on Lighthouse. Cairns grabs a chair and slides into the ring, unfolding it and putting it in the middle of the ring. The referee beckons with Chris to leave Lighthouse alone, but Cairns grabs him and throws him through the ropes to the outside.

Dean Nathaniel; I shudder to think what Cairns has in mind here.

Chris reaches down and grabs Lighthouse, lifting him to his feet. Lighthouse is still pretty limp after being depraved of air, but Chris doesn't think twice as he hooks him by the arm, raising him over his head and delivering a San Andreas Fault onto the open chair! The crowd jeers as Chris stands up, looking down on Lighthouse and laughing as he holds his hand to his back.

Dean Nathaniel; Oh no! Come on, this is unnecessary! I think you've proved everything you're going to prove!

Chris picks up the microphone again, staring up the ramp.

Chris Cairns; You like that there in the back, Miami? You like to see old friends getting injured at my hands? No, I'll bet you can't stand that can you, you chickenshit! Come out here and face me like a man, or the f**king Bane-Shees aren't going to be the only ones stretchered out of the arena tonight!

The crowd looks up at the ramp, willing, almost begging Miami to make an appearance. Chris walks over to the chair and snaps it back shut, throwing it on the canvas and stamping it flat. A couple more referees run down to the ring to try and stop Cairns, but he steps towards them, making sure they stay well out of his way. He turns back and grabs Lighthouse.

Chris Cairns; So, not got the guts Miami? You think I won't do it?

Chris drags Lighthouse up to his feet and sits him in a standing headscissors, Lighthouse falling to his knees as Chris raises the microphone up again, still looking towards the ramp.

Chris Cairns; Last chance pal!

Chris waits a few more seconds, and still no sign of Miami. He gets bored and turns back, throwing the microphone down. He lifts Lighthouse back up to his feet, grabbing him around the stomach and raising him up into a vertical position!

Dean Nathaniel; Don't do it! God damnit Chris, as a human being I implore you! You could end his career!

Chris takes one last look up at the ramp, still not seeing Miami, before finally jumping up and delivering a devastating sit-out piledriver onto the steel chair! Lighthouse spikes up into the air, landing on the canvas in a heap as the crowd looks on in horror! Cairns stands up and looks down at Lighthouse, dusting off his hands. He picks up the microphone.

Chris Cairns; What do you all think of Miami now, huh? He can talk big, oh yeah he can talk big, but when it comes to the crunch he's nothing more than a coward!

Cairns looks down at Lighthouse again, pointing to him.

Chris Cairns; You see this, Miami? You see this? Each and every one of you who doesn't take us seriously...I hope that is a f**king reminder. Next time you doubt The Black Circle, remember this moment. Remember the moment Miami Missile didn't have the guts to show his face, and remember how JX Lighthouse was left lying on the canvas.

Cairns throws the microphone down, rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp with a look of spite on his face. EMT's rush past him, wheeling a stretcher to the ring as the fans at the aisle shout abuse at Chris.

Dean Nathaniel; This was a despicable act from Chris Cairns. Lighthouse's career could well be over.

Robert Purcell; Well if it is, you know who to blame. Miami's the one who wouldn't show his face.

Dean Nathaniel; This is beyond passing the buck, Robert. This was an act of sheer disregard for human life. I guess this proves they are the same sick bastards they have always been.

Robert Purcell; Then Chris Cairns' work is done. He's done what he set out to do, and he's shown everyone here that you don't mess around with The Black Circle.

Lighthouse is stretchered away from ringside as we cut backstage, where Kid Kaos walks into his locker room, sweating and beat up after his match. As he steps into the room, he is suddenly met by a violent kendo stick shot to the face, knocking Kid Kaos nearly outcold! He lies on the floor, motionless as a man with a black sweatsuit and ski mask steps out. He looks down at Kid Kaos and talks in a distorted voice.

Masked Man; You just got bitched by TLC.

The man walks off, leaving Kaos out on the ground as we cut back to the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; You don't think...you don't think TLC could be the man at the heart of all this mystery?

Robert Purcell; Well...now I do!

The lights go out, and lightning strikes on the big screen as "Awake" by Godsmack hits. Fire shoots up, and Chris Ponger appears on stage as though he were coming out of hell. Green and red lights surround the arena and ring as Ponger walks down the ramp, and jumps onto the apron. He climbs into the ring and stands on the turnbuckle, posing to the fans as the lights come back on.

Robert Purcell; Another smart move by Chris Steele, but Drachen Hall needs to take advantage of it!

Dean Nathaniel; The referee is none too happy with Chris Steele's part in this matchup!

Hall rolls over to Ponger and makes a cover, and the crowd watches in horror as the referee counts one, two, three! The bell rings, and Steele drags Hall out of the ring! They walk towards the ramp, Steele raising Hall's arm in victory as the number one contender to the International title!

Dean Nathaniel; Drachen Hall has a date with Marcello Dias, thanks in no small part to Chris Steele!

Robert Purcell; Chris Steele just reminded us all why he was the man to watch back in his heyday! It's smarts like that that are the reason Drachen Hall is going to Force Of Nature, and Chris Ponger is staring up at the house lights!

Hall and Steele walk up the ramp, Ponger staring up at them with a scowl. We cut backstage again, where we see a number of EMT's standing around in a semi-circle. Bane stands head and shoulders over them as the camera zooms in to show Chris Cairns lying flat on his back, blood covering parts of his face. The EMT's load him up into an ambulance as Bane looks on, before turning and walking away with a face like thunder.

Dean Nathaniel; Who would you say was behind that, Robert?

Robert Purcell; I'll hedge my bets it's the same guy that did a number on The Bane-Shees earlier.

Dean Nathaniel; It seems to me that someone has a vendetta against The Black Circle.

Robert Purcell; Well whoever it is, they're either incredibly tough or incredibly stupid. Those are people you don't want to wrong. If I were Rude Boy, I'd watch out. Bane is going to be furious after tonights events.

The lights suddenly go out, and the opening guitar riff to "Get Free" by The Vines hits. The lights all turn to a solitary figure on the ramp with his back turned to the ring. The fans, however, know exactly who it is and start cheering and screaming as the Original Smart Ass - clad in a leather jacket and Ray Ban sunglasses - spins around and holds out his arms in the air, as blue pyros go off from the ramp. The lights come up and Rude Boy takes his time going to the ring, high fiving fans on the way. Halfway up the steps to the ring, Rude Boy tosses his glasses to some lucky fan and enters the ring. He climbs a turnbuckle and holds his arms in the air for the fans to cheer, then goes to the opposite corner and repeats this action, to the same overwhelming reaction.

Dean Nathaniel; Well here he is, Robert! This is the man that everyone has been talking about, and he finally makes his debut here tonight in Creation Wrestling!

Robert Purcell; He's strutting into the lions den, Dean, and lions don't take too kindly to cockiness...especially when their favourite Uncle lion has just been beaten up backstage!

A haunting piano melody plays softly out of the loud speakers. The words 'God of Pain' flash up on the video screen and mist rises slowly from the floor. Suddenly the haunting melody stops, leaving the place in silence. With a loud crack of thunder, "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach blares out of the loud speakers as the tall figure of Bane makes its way down to the ring drenched in black. Slowly walking, ignoring the jeers from the fans, with a sadistic grin and evil eyes, Bane climbs into the ring, as the lights begin flickering on and off. He then pulls a baseball bat out of his cloak and sets it down on the ring apron. The bell rings, the fans chanting "Rude Boy!" once again, to the annoyance of Bane as he scowls at the people in the front row.

Robert Purcell; Look at the intensity on that face.

Dean Nathaniel; Bane hasn't competed since Origins, and he will be itching to get back into competitive action here.

Bane walks into the center of the ring and invites his much smaller opponent to join him. Rude Boy seems to have a better idea brewing in his mind though, as after a slight pause he begins to circle Bane, quickly jumping around him. Bane doesn't take his eyes off of Rude Boy, watching his opponent like a hawk, a great deal of concentration on his face. A few moments later, Rude Boy just stops dead and looks at Bane with a cocky expression. Visibly angry and very impatient, Bane lunges at Rude Boy, but Rude Boy just jumps to the side and quickly gets behind Bane. When a confused Bane turns around, he is met with a dropkick to the face. The crowd explode with cheers as Bane staggers back into the ropes. Rude Boy quickly gets to his feet and grabs Bane. He whips Bane across the ring and into the other ropes, and upon Bane's return, the two connect in the middle of the ring as a result of a flying cross body from Rude Boy!

The fans go wild as Rude Boy jumps right back to his feet, leaving Bane lying on the ground stunned. Rude Boy runs over to the corner and stands there, waiting as Bane slowly gets back to his feet. When Bane finally staggers up, Rude Boy comes rushing out of the corner in an attempt to hit Bane with a superkick. However, Bane sees it coming and grabs the leg of Rude Boy before it can connect. Bane keeps Rude Boy hopping about on one leg as he smiles at him sadistically. Bane then spins Rude Boy round and goes to hit him with a short arm clothesline, but Rude Boy ducks the attempt and sneaks behind Bane. Bane turns around to face his nifty opponent, only to be drilled into the mat as Rude Boy grabs him by the head and takes him down with a jumping DDT. As the fans urge him on, Rude Boy tries for the cover.

Robert Purcell; This could be the biggest fluke thus far in Creation Wrestling history, Dean!

Dean Nathaniel; Come on now, Rude Boy has dominated! Can he get the win here?

Bane just manages to get his shoulder up off the mat before the three count can be made. A shocked Bane tries to clear the cobwebs as Rude Boy springs to his feet and poses for the fans. The crowd eats it up as Rude Boy plays to them, Bane visibly surprised by Rude Boy's speed thus far. Rude Boy turns back as Bane is on his knees, standing over Bane and delivering a right hand. Bane gets to one foot as Rude Boy continues to deliver shots, before getting to his feet and standing menacingly over Rude Boy, who begins throwing high uppercuts in an attempt to keep Bane down.

Dean Nathaniel; Rude Boy needs to put him back on the ground, and fast. When Bane is allowed to stand on his own two feet, that's when he causes the most damage.

Rude Boy runs the ropes as Bane stands up. He comes back and rolls forward under a Bane clothesline, turning back. He grabs Bane and rests his head under Bane's chin, attempting a jawbreaker, but Bane grabs him under the arms and raises him up, throwing him the length of the ring! The crowd looks on in awe as Bane walks over to Rude Boy, picking him up and shoving him into the corner, holding him by the throat at arms length. The referee counts a quick five, forcing Bane to release the hold. He does so, before grabbing Rude Boy and raising him over his head. He presses Rude Boy twice, before dropping him flat on his face!

Robert Purcell; That's awesome power. There's no answer to that. Not even super duper Rude Boy could counter there.

Bane drags Rude Boy to his feet by his hair and throws him hard into the corner. Bane takes a few steps backwards, before running into the corner and squashing the small frame of Rude Boy between himself and the turnbuckle, with brutal impact. The crowd gasp as Bane slowly walks backwards out of the corner, smiling at Rude Boy who crumbles to the ground. Bane taunts the fans, recieving a shower of jeers from them, before he walks over to Rude Boy and again drags him to his feet, just to drill him hard back into the mat with a solid DDT. Bane goes for the pin but Rude Boy just gets his shoulder up before the count of three.

Robert Purcell; Notice how the tone of this match has just changed? All it takes is a few hard hitting moves from Bane to get things over with.

Dean Nathaniel; It's not over yet though, Robert!

Bane climbs back to his feet and watches as Rude Boy slowly picks himself up off the mat. Bane places himself behind Rude Boy and looks set to pounce with something terrible, a sadistic glint evident in his eyes. Rude Boy finally gets to his feet and turns to face Bane. The crowd look on in horror as Bane picks Rude Boy up for the Implosion. Bane looks set to end it but suddenly, Rude Boy somehow manages to struggle out of it. He flips over the head of Bane and lands on the mat, then runs into the ropes with great speed. Bane turns around and attempts to take Rude Boy out with a big boot as he rebounds, but Rude Boy ducks the boot and runs into the other ropes, jumping onto them and springing off them, attempting to hit Bane with a flying cross body. Unfortunately the referee takes the move full force, as Bane pulls the official in front of himself for protection! The fans jeer as the referee and Rude Boy fall to the mat in a heap!

Robert Purcell; Silly referee, why'd he do that?

Dean Nathaniel; Oh you know fine well that was a work of evil!

Rude Boy gets back up and holds his head at the accidental knock down of the referee, but not for long as Bane comes over, grabbing him by the chest and delivering a huge belly to belly suplex! He stands over Rude Boy with a smile on his face, before his attentions are suddenly turned to the ramp! The crowd cheers as Blade Arkhan walks out!

Robert Purcell; I should have known!

Bane quickly turns and climbs out of the ring, meeting Blade on the ramp, but Arkhan charges forward and delivers a powerful spear! The force of the move takes Bane down to the ground, and Arkhan lays into him with right hands as the crowd is on it's feet! He gets up and grabs Bane, raising him up, before whipping him into the ringsteps with force! Blade looks around at the fans as they give him a huge ovation, before he grabs Bane by the neck! He drags him towards the ramp, lifting him with one hand and delivering an astonishing Arkhan Chokeslam!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh my god! Blade Arkhan just lifted 350 pounds with one arm! That was a devastating chokeslam! Arkhan has taken his revenge out on Bane tonight!

Robert Purcell; Not just on Bane, he did over Chris Cairns and The Bane-Shees too! You know it was him!

Blade walks back up the ramp as Rude Boy comes to his senses, looking out at Bane as he lies on the ramp. He wonders what the hell happened, turning to try and wake the referee. Suddenly another cheer arises from ringside, as who appears to be El Kabong Jr appears! He jumps the crowd barrier and slides into the ring with a chair, waiting behind Rude Boy!

Robert Purcell; Wait a...hang on...no...it can't be!

Rude Boy begins to sense something, and he turns around to be met by the full force of a chairshot! Kabong quickly slides out of the ring as the crowd look on, wondering whether to cheer or not!

Dean Nathaniel; There's your proof, Robert! El Kabong Jr just levelled Rude Boy with a chair!

Robert Purcell; But they're the same person!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think anyone can say that anymore, Robert! The evidence is there for all to see!

El Kabong Jr disappears through the crowd, the referee slowly beginning to pick himself up. Bane is crawling very slowly towards the ring as Rude Boy lies outcold on the canvas! The referee looks around, a look of total confusion on his face as he surveys the scene. Bane drags himself up to his knees, hanging onto the bottom rope and using it to hold himself up.

Dean Nathaniel; This match has descended into total chaos, Robert!

Robert Purcell; I'll say!

The crowd is on fire, watching with amazement as the match unfolds in front of them. Bane slowly continues to drag himself over to Rude Boy, eventually managing to drape an arm across and cover! The referee drops to count one, two, no! Rude Boy kicks out! The fans jump to their feet as Bane rolls over onto his back, holding his head in disbelief as Rude Boy manages to find the energy to kickout! Bane begins to drag himself to his feet, Rude Boy barely having moved after kicking out.

Dean Nathaniel; Bane has the advantage here, which is unbelievable given that Blade Arkhan just chokeslammed him onto the steel ramp! This is one unbelievable contest!

Bane gets up and stands over Rude Boy, picking him up slowly. He gives it a few seconds before he grabs Rude Boy, setting him over his shoulder, ready for The Implosion! He takes a few moments to gather himself, and Rude Boy capitalises, squirming out of the setup and rolling Bane into a school boy! The referee drops as Rude Boy pulls back for dear life and counts one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Rude Boy makes a dash from the ring as Bane sits up, steam nearly coming out of his ears!

Dean Nathaniel; Only in Creation Wrestling, folks! What a matchup!

Robert Purcell; Bane was screwed!

Dean Nathaniel; In normal circumstances I'd be inclined to agree, Robert, but El Kabong Jr had as much an influence on this matchup as Blade Arkhan did!

Rude Boy walks up the ramp holding his head, and looking around - presumably for El Kabong Jr - as the fans cheer his debut victory. Bane thumps the mat in fury as Rude Boy walks up the stage, taking a moment to pose for the appreciation of the fans.

Dean Nathaniel; There are going to be some scores to settle on next week's show!

The camera focuses on Bane briefly as he rolls from the ring, red in the face, before a shot of a disillusioned and somewhat pissed off looking Rude Boy as he walks from the stage!