Wednesday 23rd April
Live from the Corel Center, Ottawa, Ontario

As we enter the scene of Genesis, we see Justin England stood in the centre of the ring. He has a microphone in his hand, and the fans watch him eagerly as he looks around at them.

Justin England; Over the last few weeks there has been some speculation regarding the true identity of one of our more popular superstars, and a lot of people have made comparisons with a man who made his debut in Creation Wrestling last week. But tonight, you are all going to see that ghost laid to rest. Later tonight, we will see a very special exclusive interview, inside this very ring, between both El Kabong Jr and Rude Boy!

The opening video for Genesis plays. After it plays out, the cameras focus on the Corel Centre as the crowd anticipate the beginning of Genesis! A bright turquoise firework drops from the heights of the arena, crashing onto the stage and exploding! A pair of wires ignite, leading to the top corners of the titantron. Sparks explode up the length of the wires, and as they hit the top, three fireworks race between them from the stage below. They explode over the crowd and bathe the arena in bright white light, and the arena lights come half on. Strobe lights begin to flash around the arena as the fans stand on their feet, waving their signs in the air, and cheering for the opening of the event!

Dean Nathaniel; We are a mere four days away from Force Of Nature, where Scottie Rayda will defend his Heavyweight title against both El Kabong Jr and Rude Boy. And like Justin England said, tonight both of those men will face one another in an in-ring interview exclusive to Genesis!

Robert Purcell; I'm still suspicious about this whole thing. There's something not quite right about it all.

Dean Nathaniel; Well even the conspirators can't argue against concrete evidence, and I would say we got plenty of that last week when El Kabong Jr smashed Rude Boy in the head with a chair!

The lights go out, and the arena fills with mist as the occasional light flashes. Suddenly "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park begins to play, and as the bell tolls the lights alternate red and blue. Right as the last bell sounds, a lightning bolt flashes and the arena comes to life with flashing, alternating red and blue lights as "Somewhere I Belong" by Linkin Park blasts over the arena speakers. Blade Arkhan walks out onto the rampway, and the fans cheer as he does so. He walks out and looks around at the top of the ramp, then sets his focus on the ring and walks to it with an intense and focused look in his eyes. He climbs over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring, raising his arms into the air, setting off pyros around the ring as the fans explode into more cheers.

Dean Nathaniel; Here comes Blade Arkhan, a man who we last saw delivering a very powerful Arkhan Chokeslam to Bane!

Robert Purcell; Yeah, pretty much costing him his match with Rude Boy. Bane has got to be absolutely fuming. Twice in his career he has been pinned cleanly, and both time it comes down to Blade Arkhan!

Dean Nathaniel; When those two finally do collide, it will be one hell of a match, but before that Blade has Seven to deal with.

"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. He shoves Blade into the corner, hitting him with a sharp elbow.

Dean Nathaniel; These two have exchanged some very harsh words during the week, and obviously Seven is in no mood to let Blade Arkhan off lightly.

Seven whips Blade into the ropes, flooring him with a big boot on the rebound. While Arkhan gets up, Seven bounces off the ropes, then delivers a flying clothesline! The crowd jeer as Arkhan is put on the back foot very quickly by his opponent, who makes a cover for a one count. Not in the mood to be messed around, Arkhan shoves Seven away and sits up. He gets to his feet quickly and counters a right hand from Seven, hitting a punishing uppercut. Seven stumbles back a little and Blade hits the ropes himself, coming back with a powerful spear! He leans over Seven, thumping him in the forehead as the crowd cheers him on.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess Blade is as hyped up here as Seven is! This is an explosive beginning by both men!

Blade gets up, waiting as Seven does the same. He quickly goes for a big boot, but Seven ducks, catching Arkhan's leg. He spins Blade around, before grabbing him by the neck! He sets up for a chokeslam, but Arkhan counters with a quick elbow of his own, knocking Seven away. Blade throws Seven into the ropes, but Seven counters with a running DDT! He makes a cover, Arkhan again getting the shoulder up quickly.

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think anyone anticipated this level of speed about the contest. It's been non-stop so far.

Robert Purcell; Seven is trying to beat Blade at his own game. Arkhan may be big, but he utilises speed as much as a man his size can. It seems to me Seven is trying to even that out.

Seven picks Arkhan up, pushing him into the corner. He delivers a few shots to the body, before whipping Arkhan towards the other corner. He charges in looking for a body splash, but Blade moves. He runs towards the ropes on his right as Seven staggers out, before Blade comes back and floors him with a Clothesline From Hell! Seven folds up like an accordion as Arkhan makes his first cover of the match, Seven getting his shoulder up without much fuss. Blade picks Seven up, pushing him into the corner. He slows the pace down with a foot choke, the referee forcing himself between the two of them and breaking it up. Blade backs up as the referee checks on Seven, but as he moves back in Seven delivers another solid elbow to the face. Blade turns around and Seven hits the ropes he faces, delivering a spear of his own!

Dean Nathaniel; Someone's going to have to stamp a winner on this one, because I sure can't.

Robert Purcell; This match is harder to call than a dog with no ears!

Instead of taking the opportunity to capitalise, Seven gets up and leaves Arkhan to himself. The referee checks on Blade as Seven goes over to the corner, leaning forward to take a breather. After a few seconds, he stands back up and throws the turnbuckle padding into the crowd!

Dean Nathaniel; Wait a second...

Robert Purcell; He wasn't resting at all, he was removing the padding! Smart move!

Seven turns around and grabs Blade by the head. He walks him towards the corner, attempting to slam Blade's head into the steel, but Arkhan counters with an elbow to the ribs. He turns and knocks Seven back with a few right hands. He swings another shot at Seven, but Seven counters and hits a Rock Bottom! The crowd gasps in shock at the strength of Seven for lifting a near 450 pound man with such ease, and he makes another cover! The referee drops to count one, two, thr...no! Blade gets his shoulder up, this time coming closer to a defeat than he had prior in the contest! Seven gets up and winds his right shoulder, trying to relieve some of the pain caused by the lift on Blade as Arkhan tries to pick himself up.

Robert Purcell; Seven has put himself firmly in the drivers seat!

Dean Nathaniel; The thing is, Robert, this match has had so many twists and turns already that Arkhan could be back in the ascendency in the blink of an eye!

Seven watches Arkhan pick himself up, going over to Blade and raising him onto his shoulders! Seven struggles a little as he tries to stand up, eventually hauling Blade up and standing straight!

Robert Purcell; Look at the power of Seven!

Dean Nathaniel; Raising him onto your shoulders is one thing, executing the move is another!

Seeing how much it takes out of him to deliver the move, Seven abandons that idea, walking towards the exposed buckle! He pushes Blade up and drops him face-first onto the ring of steel, and catches Blade in his clutches as he staggers backwards! Seven sets Blade up for Redemption!

Dean Nathaniel; Seven will have no trouble hitting this!

Robert Purcell; This is gonna be payback for that defeat a few weeks back!

Seven sets Blade up, before swinging around and delivering the finisher! He reaches over and hooks Blade's leg for one, two, no! Arkhan gets his shoulder up! The crowd are in shock, but cheering Arkhan on nonetheless as Seven looks around, astonished! The referee tells him it was a two count as Seven argues the point, shocked at Blade kicking out of the move.

Dean Nathaniel; Blade Arkhan is putting up a fantastic fight! Seven thought it was all wrapped up there!

Seven gets up, dragging Blade to his feet in front of him. He makes the signal for another finisher, to the unhappiness of the crowd, but as Arkhan gets to his knees he falls backwards intentionally, dragging Seven back, and making his head collide with the exposed turnbuckle! Seven slumps in the turnbuckle as Blade picks himself up, waiting for Seven to recover himself enough to turn around. After a few seconds he does so, and Arkhan grabs him by the throat! He raises Seven up over his head with one arm, suspending him over the ring for three or four seconds, before crashing him down to earth! Blade makes a cover, and the referee drops down to make the three count! The bell sounds, and Arkhan wins!

Dean Nathaniel; Blade has got it! Seven's plot didn't quite work in his favour!

Robert Purcell; Arkhan had to cheat to win!

Dean Nathaniel; You have to say that Seven's own ideas proved his downfall in this one, but that was an unbelievable chokeslam from Blade Arkhan! The people who can kick out of a move like that are in the minority.

Blade walks away from the ring, acknowledging the fans nearby as they congratulate him on his win. Seven sits up in the ring, arguing with the referee over his call, frustration in his eyes.

Robert Purcell; I think Seven has every right to be angry after a call like that from the referee. That was blatant cheating.

Blade walks off stage as Seven stands up, grabbing the referee by the collar of his shirt. The referee tries to back away from him as Seven gets in his face, pissed off at the result of the match, but Seven just raises the referee onto his shoulders! The crowd jeer him, looking on with disgust at Seven as he gives the referee the Retribution!

Dean Nathaniel; There was no need for that! Come on, he's just doing his job!

Robert Purcell; Now that truly is retribution, Dean, retribution for a very bad decision!

Dean Nathaniel; In my eyes, the referee was merely evening things out! The referee didn't realise the buckle was exposed until way after Seven used it against Blade, and it's hardly fair to disqualify Blade for the same offence that Seven got away with!

Seven walks away from the ring, the fans jeering his actions as the scene cuts to the parking lot, for employees only, where the camera catches the number one contender to the International Championship - Drachen Hall - and Chris Steele leaning against the brick wall of the arena, seemingly doing nothing.

Drachen Hall; Hey, compadre?

Chris Steele; Yeah, man?

Drachen Hall; How about we so bodaciously jet this place, dude...I mean, I don't have a match tonight or anything important.

Chris Steele; Yeah, ma...

Just as Chris is trying to finish his sentence, a screeching sound of tyres echoes through the lot. A black car streaks down, not slowing down at all as it heads for a row of four empty parking spaces. Hall and Steele look on from the side of the building as the car quickly reverts sideways, skidding while doing so, before taking up three of the four empty spaces and having murky puddle water jump up and splash onto Hall's face.

Chris Steele; ...n.

Drachen Hall; Dude! They almost scratched my car!

Before Steele can reply, the two front doors of the black mystery car open. From the passengers side of the car steps the International Champion, Marcello Dias. He is dressed in street clothes, with the gold belt draped over his shoulder; and at the wheel steps out his valet, Angelina. She tosses the keys about, before putting them into her pocket. The two don't notice Steele and Hall as they walk around their car and into the side door, entering the arena.

Chris Steele; Daaaaayme! Where did a chick like that learn to drive like that, man?

Drachen wipes the muddy water from around his eyes, and out of his hair from the side-effects of the parking.

Drachen Hall; No woman drives like that. Clearly, she used to be a man...furthermore, where in the hell does a dude from Brazil bag a bodacious chick like that, man?

Chris Steele; I dunno, dude.

Drachen Hall; Well, I think we gotta reason for sticking around, compadre.

Chris Steele; Totally.

We cut back to the arena. 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 with a kendo stick in his hand, and a serious expression on his face. He 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, before jumping down and taking out a microphone.

Kid Kaos; I really wish I could come out here and play around, and have a good time. You all know I usually have a lot to say, but tonight I've only one thing on my mind. Gamblers Anonymous. You see, over the last couple of weeks they have continued to attack and harass me. So, I have to give you guys fair warning. I will get you back for the countless attacks, for all the trash talk, and because, put simply, I can't stand either one of you busters.

Dean Nathaniel; I'll second that.

Kid Kaos; Now, last week I was attacked by the man calling himself TLC. You'd think I'd have something to say on that, but I don't. I know who it is. Hell, there are only two people in the world that would even want to attack me from behind.

Robert Purcell; Is he trying to put this on Gamblers Anonymous?

Kid Kaos; GA couldn't handle the fact that both of them combined couldn't beat me in a hardcore match. So Sebastian, Maverick, get ready. Because if you thought the chair hurt, wait till you feel the snap when I crack this kendo stick over your damn heads. No catchphrases, no playing around. You sneak up on me like you did last week, and you will just have to accept a seriously Kaotic ass-whoopin.

Suddenly "Seven Nation Army" by The White Stripes hits, and Commissioner Kennedy Wilson walks out onto the stage. He walks to both sides of the stage and raises his hands up to cheers from the fans, before his music dies and he takes a microphone up.

Kennedy Wilson; Kaos, last week you put on a great effort when you beat Gamblers Anonymous. There's no denying that. However, you have to admit that Shane Ryder played some part in attaining that victory.

Robert Purcell; 'Some' part? He won Kaos the match!

Kennedy Wilson; There's been bad blood between you and Gamblers Anonymous since the get go, and now it seems Shane Ryder is attempting to have a say. And with this in mind, I have decided that this feud of yours should be settled this Sunday. At Force Of Nature, it'll be you and Shane Ryder teaming up to take on Gamblers Anonymous!

The crowd cheers, and Kid Kaos smiles from the ring as Wilson walks off the stage. We cut to a shot of Gamblers Anonymous backstage, hanging out in the main locker room. Jeff Maverick is sat at a table, collecting money from three roadies as Ethan Sebastian watches the TV, scratching his chin in thought. Maverick gets up and walks over, stuffing a handful of bills into his back pocket as the three roadies walk off disappointedly.

Jeff Maverick; Better luck next time!

Ethan Sebastian; Win again eh Jeff?

Jeff Maverick; Would you expect anything less?

Ethan looks at Jeff with a smirk on his face, pointing out the large bruise on Maverick's forehead, obviously a result of the hardcore match with Kid Kaos last week.

Ethan Sebastian; I think that speaks for itself.

Ethan laughs, at least until Maverick points out the plaster stuck to his forehead.

Ethan Sebastian; Touche.

Jeff Maverick; I've been thinking about last week. It's evident to me that we're not taking things seriously enough.

Ethan Sebastian; Ha, whatever Jeff. That defeat had nothing to do with us not taking things seriously, it had everything to do with Shane Ryder coming out and sneak attacking us. And since we've just been scheduled to take them on at the pay-per-view, I think it's best we look into some form of protection.

Jeff Maverick; What do you mean?

Ethan Sebastian; Well, the last thing we want is them coming and trying to score the upper hand with another sneak attack.

Jeff Maverick; I see...and how do you propose we do that?

Ethan Sebastian; Follow me.

Ethan gets up and walks out of the room. Jeff gets up and follows him, looking intrigued by Sebastian's comments as he walks off. The scene changes to the cafeteria. Dias and Angelina are sat at the far side of the cafeteria, discussing issues over a cup of coffee, still in street clothes. The only other people in the room are the two 'lunch-ladies' on the other side. The camera pans over to see the lunch-ladies, who look remarkably similar to Drachen Hall and Chris Steele wearing rubber latex gloves, hair nets, and frilly cooking aprons.

Drachen Hall; Stay quiet, dude.

Chris Steele; Yeah, man.

The camera reverts to Dias and Angelina once more. The couple are chit-chatting away, before Marcello's matchup.

Angelina; So what do you make of Hall, then? He seems pretty obsessed with winning your match...not that it'll do him any good.

Angelina continues to talk as the camera pans about to Steele and Hall, with Hall lightly speaking into Chris' ear.

Drachen Hall; Dude...now's our chance, man.

Chris Steele; Sneak attack, man?

Drachen Hall; No...even worse, compadre.

Drachen waves Steele on and they begin to quietly move, picking something up along the way. They go into acting mode, slowly walking toward the two. Steele, however, drags his foot along. Hall, holding a tray of disgusting looking food, shrugs and walks over to the two, before placing the tray down between them. Angelina looks up, before pushing the tray back.

Angelina; We didn't order this, ma'am.

Dias raises his eyebrows, before turning to see the two 'lunch-ladies'.

Marcello Dias; Hmm...lunch-ladies with facial hair. I didn't think we'd be this rural.

Angelina; We should go.

Marcello nods, before looking at Steele and Hall once more, rolling his eyes. They walk out of the cafeteria, and Hall and Steele nod to one another, in a 'job-well-done' fashion. Both men quickly rip off their hairnets, and aprons, as well as the gloves.

Drachen Hall; Awesome, dude.

Steele, not done, discards his gloves to the floor, before putting his hand on his upper-lip. He attempts to tear off his moustache.

Chris Steele; Ahhhhh! F**k! I forgot that wasn't a prop!

We go back into the arena as "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 arrival of his opponent.

Dean Nathaniel; Walt Houston looks ready tonight, and he is going to need to be. He is taking on one of the two number one contenders to Scottie Rayda's Heavyweight title, the man who defeated Bane on last week's Genesis! That is an impressive notch to have on your bedpost!

The lights suddenly go out, and the opening guitar rift to "Get Free" by The Vines hits. The lights all turn to a solitary figure on the rampm 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; Listen to this reaction! The fans love Rude Boy!

Robert Purcell; Well I don't! Frankly I think he's a jackass.

The bell rings, and Houston and Rude Boy circle around, before coming together into a lockup. Rude Boy sidesteps Houston, mocking him, but Houston reacts angrily, hitting him with right hands. Houston sends Rude Boy into the ropes, only to be floored by a flying cross body! Houston lies stunned on the mat as Rude Boy heads over to the corner and pulls himself onto the second rope. Houston staggers to his feet, and Rude Boy launches himself off the turnbuckle, attempting to hit his foe with a missile dropkick. Unfortunately for him Houston steps to the side, and Rude Boy is sent crashing to the mat. Walt dives on top of Rude Boy and begins hammering him with punches to the head as the crowd goes wild, some cheering Houston, others cheering Rude Boy.

Dean Nathaniel; It's near half and half for these guys as far as support from the fans!

Robert Purcell; Look at Houston go! He's really getting stuck in!

Houston kicks Rude Boy off and gets to his feet with the help of the ropes. Both men are back on their feet, and they lunge at each other in the middle of the ring. After a fair amount of grappling, Houston takes Rude Boy down with a belly to belly suplex. Houston then quickly gets to his feet and again jumps on top of the grounded Rude Boy, hitting him with a mad flurry of lefts and rights as Rude Boy tries to shield himself with his hands. Houston gets off of Rude Boy and runs over to the corner. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle as Rude Boy begins to stir. Houston attempts to hit a diving elbow, but Rude Boy rolls out of the way at the very last second, sending Houston crashing hard into the mat, holding his elbow in pain.

Dean Nathaniel; Ouch! Thats gonna send real bad shooting pains up his arm for sure!

Robert Purcell; Well thanks for that,fo Doctor Dean!

Rude Boy gets to his feet and begins to stomp away madly at Houston, who lies prone on the ground. Rude Boy picks Houston up and whips him into the ropes, and upon his return Houston is knocked back to the mat from a dropkick from Rude Boy. After the move, Rude Boy quickly gets to his feet and poses for the fans, who respond with "Rude Boy!" chants. Rude Boy picks Houston up by the hair, but Walt takes him by surprise and begins to hammer away with punches to his opponents stomach, before standing up and hitting him with a neckbreaker.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a nice neckbreaker there, but this ones been fairly even so far, even despite the size difference. Rude Boy gives up a good 70 pounds to Houston. Although, as it's been proven in this fed, size isn't everything!

Robert Purcell; Just you keep telling yourself that.

Houston waits for Rude Boy to get to his feet, before running the ropes. He returns and attempts to hit Rude Boy with a clothesline. Rude Boy ducks and runs into the opposite ropes, bouncing off. He runs back at Houston, grabbing him and taking him down to the mat with a tornado DDT. Rude Boy then climbs on top of his opponent and hits him with a sadistic flurry of punches to the face. Walt manages to fight Rude Boy off him and get to his feet. Both men return to a vertical base, but it is Rude Boy who reacts quickest, hitting Houston with a jawbreaker.

Dean Nathaniel; Oh! That one might have broken his jaw!

Robert Purcell; Thats why it's called a jawbreaker, see?

Rude Boy quickly picks Houston up and drops him with a DDT, before running over to the turnbuckles, scaling to the very top. Without any hesitation, Rude Boy looks to fly off with a diving headbutt, and the crowd rise to their feet as Rude Boy leaps through the air! Unfortunately for him, a quick thinking Walt Houston quickly rolls out of the way, sending Rude Boy crashing head first into the mat with brutal impact. The crowd let out a sympathetic groan as Rude Boy holds his head in total agony, lucky not to have been knocked out. Houston quickly gets to his feet, looking to take advantage of his opponent, but Rude Boy quickly rolls him up! Houston struggles against the pin, but Rude Boy manages to hang on for the three count!

Dean Nathaniel; Rude Boy has won it! That was unexpected!

Robert Purcell; I'll say! Houston looks stunned!

Dean Nathaniel; Wouldn't you be?

Rude Boy rolls out of the ring as Houston rests on his knees, slapping the mat in disappointment. The crowd cheers Rude Boy as he walks up the aisle, tagging hands.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a very opportunistic win on Rude Boy's part!

Robert Purcell; Houston made a rookie mistake, but Scottie Rayda won't be doing the same thing.

Dean Nathaniel; Nonetheless, Rude Boy made the most of a bad situation there!

As we head backstage we see Ethan Sebastian and Jeff Maverick heading through the corridors backstage. They stop and ask a roadie something, and he points in the direction of a nearby locker room door. Ethan and Jeff walk up to the door, and Sebastian knocks on. The door is answered by Seven.

Ethan Sebastian; Seven, hi. Saw your match earlier, you were unlucky.

Seven; What do you want?

Ethan Sebastian; Well, myself and Jeff have a little proposition for you. Is it okay if we step inside?

Seven; I suppose so...

Ethan and Jeff walk into the locker room, and Seven shuts the door closed. Still looking slightly amused by the antics of Drachen Hall and Chris Steele in the cafeteria, we see Angelina and Marcello Dias step into their locker room. Sitting down on the sofa comfortably, Marcello stretches back on the chair, before sitting back normally.

Marcello Dias; So where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?

Angelina; Somewhere between being logical about your pay-per-view match, but leaning toward a total 'take the piss out of your opponent' type thing.

Marcello Dias; Ah, yes...so, anyway, like I said. A man of Hall's 'calibre' can never compare to my in-ring abilities. It's only predictable that he'd be doing bong hits five minutes before our match.

Angelina; Well, don't underestimate him...he's pulled a few shocks.

Marcello Dias; I kn...what the hell?

Angelina; What?

Marcello Dias; Come with me.

Dias takes Angelina by the arm, and walks her out of the room abruptly, before the camera swings around. Two figures stand against the wall, hardly moving or even breathing, and a little offset in colours.

Drachen Hall; Dude...I told you lavender, not fuschia!

Chris Steele; Well, sorry, man! I'm not Van Gope, or anything, man.

Drachen Hall; Van Gogh, dude...don't you have a taste for fine arts, man?

Before Steele can answer, the scene cuts back to the ring. 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. The Bane-Shees eventually appear on the ramp, following Bane down to the ring. 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 as The Bane-Shees join him in the ring. Billy calls for a microphone as the crowd make their feelings known.

Dean Nathaniel; I think we're about to find out whether The Bane-Shees will accept Enclosure's challenge!

Robert Purcell; Yeah, if these fans will shut up and let Billy speak!

The crowd jeers at the trio as they stand in the ring. Billy gets bored of waiting for them to shut up, and speaks up.

Billy The Brilliant; Alright, listen! I'd really like it if you nincompoops would shut your bloody faces and let The Brilliant One speak his wise words of wisdom and brilliance!

The crowd jeer even louder, naturally. BTB wears an angry expression as Kraven covers his ears, and Bane looks around with a glint of malice in his eyes. After a few moments, the crowd settle down a bit.

Billy The Brilliant; Right! So, last week Enclosure made a challenge to The Bane-Shees for a match at Force Of Nature. A match where myself and Krissy Kraven would be defending our belts, a match where the ring shall be surrounded by steel.

The crowd cheers at the mention of the Cage's challenge.

Billy The Brilliant; Well, along with kicking the moo outta El Kabong and those darn Cages tonight, I'm also here to announce to the world, that after about five seconds of discussion, myself and Kraven have decided to accept the offer! Yes people, it shall be Enclosure versus The Bane-Shees inside a steel cage at Force Of Nature, and trust me when I say that they shall feel...The Brilliant Boom!

Dean Nathaniel; Need he do this every time?

Billy The Brilliant; The Brilliant...Bang!

The fans hurl abuse at Billy as he looks out with a cheesy grin, continuing his routine.

Billy The Brilliant; Annnnd The Brilliant...Bomb! Ain't I brilliant?

Billy throws the microphone down to the mat as the crowd cheer the announcement. Suddenly a loud firework explodes on the stage, and "Elevation" by U2 blasts through the arena as Enclosure walk out onto the stage. Dustin walks to both sides of the stage and points out at the fans, before turning and following Melissa quickly to the ring, as she tags the hands of the fans sat by the aisle. They roll into the ring and quickly go after The Bane-Shees, prompting an explosion from the crowd!

Dean Nathaniel; Enclosure are well up for it!

Robert Purcell; They're trying to score a cheap advantage, but that will never happen while Bane's around!

Dustin and Melissa manage to back Billy and Kraven up to the point where they are stuck in the corners, but only until Bane intervenes. He grabs Dustin by the head and tosses him over the top rope as El Kabong Jr's music hits, and Bane walks over to Melissa Cage. He pulls her away from Billy, but before he can do any damage, Kabong springs off the top rope and delivers a flying dropkick! He gets up, the crowd cheering him as he throws off his jacket. The Bane-Shees roll out of the ring, and Melissa heads to her corner as Kabong starts off with Bane.

Dean Nathaniel; A very athletic interruption there by El Kabong Jr!

Bane is backed into the corner, knocked off-balance after the dropkick. El Kabong runs over and takes advantage with a set of right hands, but Bane reacts with a hard shove, pushing Kabong halfway across the ring. Unphased, Kabong gets up and counters Bane's advance with a drop toehold. As Bane tries to shake off the dizziness induced by the fall, EKJ heads over to his corner and tags in the willing Melissa Cage. She climbs up to the top rope quickly and jumps off, delivering a diving legdrop to the back of Bane's head.

Robert Purcell; Does this girl seriously think she can cope with Bane?

Dean Nathaniel; We've had this argument before, Robert. Melissa Cage has encountered Bane before, she knows what it's about!

Robert Purcell; The last time, Dean, she went through a table. Trying to keep up is fine if it's against people you can contend with, but Bane is a different prospect entirely. He shows no mercy.

Melissa watches as Bane gets onto one knee, before hitting the ropes and delivering a low dropkick to the face. Bane is visibly stunned by the move, and he lies back on the canvas in an attempt to regain his sense of balance as Melissa makes a quick tag to Dustin Cage. Melissa grabs Dustin by the head and lifts herself onto the top turnbuckle, pushing herself off and Tornado DDT'ing Dustin onto Bane's midriff! The big man holds his stomach in pain as Melissa exits, and Dustin makes a cover for a one count.

Dean Nathaniel; Impressive double team offense by the Cage's.

Robert Purcell; Notice how quickly Melissa left the ring? She wants no part of this match while Bane is around.

Dustin picks Bane up to a sitting position, grabbing him by the head from behind. He waits as Bane gets to one knee, before turning back to back with Bane and delivering a snapping neckbreaker. Billy The Brilliant taunts Dustin from the other side of the ring, and Cage retaliates with a flip-off, to the delight of the crowd. Billy folds his arms in a huff as Cage makes a tag to El Kabong Jr.

Dean Nathaniel; I have to say, for Bane's size, he is certainly being kept quiet by the quick tags of this trio. Not only that, but by keeping him grounded they are severely restricting his offense.

Robert Purcell; But in doing so, they're resorting to a style which does not suit them. El Kabong Jr is no mat wrestler!

El Kabong gets in and grabs Bane by the arm, holding him in a side headlock as the big man stands up. Bane attempts to make good with a back drop, but EKJ floats out of it and lands firmly on his feet. He backs into the ropes, ducking as Bane swings a hefty clothesline in his direction. He hits the opposing ropes and springs off, looking for a cross body, but Bane catches him in mid-air. Thinking quickly, Melissa Cage climbs the top rope. She jumps off and delivers a missile dropkick, which topples the big man. El Kabong lands on top of him, rolling off and holding his ribs in slight pain from the impact. Melissa heads quickly back to her corner on the instruction of the referee, before Kabong makes a cover on Bane, again only for a one count.

Robert Purcell; You see? They may have had the better of Bane, but they're hardly affecting him. They can't pull off mat wrestling with the same result as you might expect from a more accomplished wrestler.

Dean Nathaniel; A very analytical response, Robert.

Robert Purcell; Not just a pretty face.

El Kabong Jr gets up and goes to his corner, tagging Dustin. Cage grabs Bane in a sleeper hold, in an attempt to subdue him further. The hold seems to have some effect on Bane, and he slumps back down to one knee as Cage hangs on, the referee keeping tabs. Suddenly Bane rises to his feet, charging backward and ramming Cage hard into the corner! Dustin immediately lets go, the 350 pound weight on his chest too much to bear. Bane walks out a few yards and charges back, but Cage raises his foot. Bane staggers out holding his face as Cage raises himself onto the second turnbuckle. He waits for Bane to turn around, but as he does so, Kris Kraven walks over. He distracts Dustin, allowing Bane the opportunity to come and grab Dustin around the throat with both hands, lifting him off the buckle and planting him with a spinebuster!

Robert Purcell; You see?

Dean Nathaniel; Bane planted Dustin with some authority there!

Robert Purcell; Are those the actions of a man who is suffering the effects of a beating?

The crowd jeers as Bane goes over, tagging in Kraven. He walks in and stands in front of Dustin, taunting him as he stands up. He drags Cage to his feet, before flooring him again with a headbutt. He hooks the leg nonchalantly, resulting in an easy kickout from Dustin, before going and tagging in Billy The Brilliant. They drag Dustin up and hook an arm apiece, floating Dustin over and delivering a double suplex. Cage holds his back in pain as Billy taunts Melissa and Kabong, Melissa leaning over the rope and trashing BTB as he makes another cover, again easy for Dustin to escape.

Robert Purcell; Now this is effective wrestling. They're already isolating him.

Billy drags Dustin over to his corner, pushing Cage in and making another tag to Kraven. Billy steps out and chokes Dustin against the corner, the referee coming over to break it up quickly as Kraven delivers an open-hand chop or three. He pulls Dustin away and leans him against the ropes, hitting two more chops, before a hard punch to Dustin's heart. Cage holds his heart area painfully, grimacing as Kraven throws him towards the other side of the ring. Kraven jumps up, attempting a Lou Thesz Press, but Dustin drops to a sit-out position and plants Kris into the mat!

Dean Nathaniel; What a counter by Dustin Cage!

Robert Purcell; That smacked of desperation to me!

Cage rolls over, still reeling from the hard punch. He tries to recover his breath as he makes tracks towards his corner, and Kris Kraven gets up. Dustin dives forward and tags in El Kabong Jr, the fans cheering as he hits the ring. He runs in and floors Kraven with a jumping DDT, before running over and knocking Billy off the apron. Bane swings at Kabong, but he ducks, catching Bane by the neck and choking him on the top rope as he drops to a sit-out position! Bane falls to the floor as Kraven stands up again, and Kabong moves towards him. He jumps up and looks for a hurracanrana, but Kraven drops backwards and chokes him on the top!

Dean Nathaniel; Now that was out of desperation!

Kraven looks towards his corner, hoping to make a tag, but finding his partners nowhere to be seen. He slaps the mat in anger and uses the ropes to haul himself up, as Melissa Cage tags herself in off Kabong's back. She jumps into the ring and runs over to Kraven, delivering a flying headscissors, which sends him flying into Billy The Brilliant as he stands on the apron! Billy smacks his jaw on the apron as he falls, and The Bane-Shees lie on the floor outside, trying to help each other up as Dustin enters the ring and shouts to Melissa, who hits the opposite ropes. Dustin back body drops her on the return, and she flies over the top, landing on the two of them with a crash!

Dean Nathaniel; That was an awesome move from Melissa and Dustin Cage! Teamwork at it's best!

Dustin slides out of the ring as Melissa picks herself up, the referee trying to regain control. Kris Kraven crawls towards the crowd barrier, leaning on it for support as Dustin grabs Billy, throwing him into the ringsteps. Bane's focus is set intently on El Kabong Jr as he gets up, climbing into the ring. EKJ gets up in the corner, only for Bane to crush him against it painfully as Kraven climbs over the crowd barrier on the outside, with Dustin and Melissa in close pursuit. BTB does his best to crawl after as the referee just gives up on them, turning back to Bane and El Kabong Jr.

Dean Nathaniel; It appears that Enclosure and The Bane-Shees are no longer a factor in this match!

Robert Purcell; Kabong wanted an opportunity to beat Bane one on one, and here it is!

Bane has El Kabong choking on the top rope, strangling him against it as the referee runs over to break it up. Bane lets Kabong stagger away briefly as he argues with the referee, before grabbing EKJ and throwing him against the ropes. He lines up an attack, but finds himself with no answer as Kabong springs off, delivering an impromptu moonsault! The momentum catches Bane, dragging him down, and Kabong hooks the leg for a quick one, two, shoulder up! The crowd sighs disappointedly as Kabong stands up quickly, his pin attempt unsuccessful.

Dean Nathaniel; That just proves you have got to have an eye in the back of your head when you face El Kabong Jr! Kabong came very close to a win he will have been hoping for since Bane put him through that table on the debut Genesis!

Kabong watches closely as Bane stands up, before catching him by surprise with Sinister Sensations! Bane is left lying flat out on the ground as the crowd cheers Kabong on, sensing a victory! EKJ senses the victory as much as they do, heading towards the top rope! He scales the turnbuckle and looks down on Bane, before throwing himself off with the El Kabong Special Splash! His weight crashes down onto the sizeable frame of his opponent, and the crowd is on it's feet as the referee drops to count one, two, thr...no! El Kabong Jr finds himself dragged out of the ring by Chris Cairns!

Robert Purcell; Perhaps El Kabong Jr should have taken a leaf out of Blade Arkhan's book!

El Kabong Jr stands facing Cairns on the outside, looking at him with anger as Bane stirs in the middle of the ring. Chris tries to get in the first shot, but Kabong counters with a right hand. He delivers a couple more to Chris, before delivering another jumping DDT! As Kabong looks at the fallen Cairns, Bane reaches over the top rope and grabs him by his mask, accidentally managing to whip the mask off! Before anyone can get a good look at EKJ's face, he covers up with his hands!

Dean Nathaniel; Bane's got the mask!

Robert Purcell; Can you see anything? Someone tell me what he looks like!

Kabong quickly scurries away, running up the aisle with his hands covering his face as the crowd try to get a look at him! He disappears through the curtain, and the referee looks his way in surprise at his decision to abandon the match!

Robert Purcell; What's Kabong got to be so secretive about?

The referee turns and rings the bell, going over and raising Bane's hand into the air, even to Bane's surprise. The big man looks at the mask and throws it on the canvas, climbing out and helping Chris Cairns up.

Dean Nathaniel; Well, it seems Kabong is prepared to give up matches to keep his identity under wraps! People are going to be replaying and replaying that at home, to see if they can catch a glimpse!

Robert Purcell; Either he's Rude Boy, or he is terribly scarred. You don't cover up like that unless you're hiding something.

As Bane and Chris Cairns walk off, we cut backstage to see JX Lighthouse, who has just arrived at the arena. He is wearing a neck brace, using crutches to aid his movement, seemingly as a result of last week.

Dean Nathaniel; It seems JX Lighthouse is tougher than people give him credit for!

Robert Purcell; Those crutches don't say much for him, Dean.

Suddenly a roadie runs over to Lighthouse, surprising him somewhat.

Roadie; Come quick, something has happened!

JX Lighthouse; What's happened now?

Roadie; In your locker room, sir!

The roadie takes JX to his locker room, and once they have opened the door, we see a casket laid in the center of the room. The lights begin to flicker as a piece of paper appears on top of the casket. JX turns to the roadie.

JX Lighthouse; Nothing but some funky arse magic trick to try and scare people.

Lighthouse moves over to the casket and reaches down to pick up the piece of paper. He looks at it a little confusedly, before reading it aloud.

JX Lighthouse; Good evening, old friend...the best time of day, in my opinion. So come and join me in the darkness. Jodie is waiting.

JX screws the piece of paper up and looks at the Road Agent.

JX Lighthouse; Do you know who did this?

Roadie; I saw a guy wearing a trenchcoat leave. He had his arm round Jodie and Matt, that was before the casket arrived.

JX Lighthouse; Which way did they go?

Roadie; Out towards the parking lot.

JX Lighthouse; Cheers!

JX throws his crutches down and moves out of the locker room quickly. Dressed in his ring attire, Marcello Dias and Angelina walk down the corridors of the arena, preparing for the upcoming match, talking all the while.

Angelina; Are you ready?

Marcello Dias; For Violent A? Definitely. He'll just be a warm-up for me before I face that stalking lunatic at Force of Nature.

Angelina; True, I suppo...

Figure; Oh my God! Brad Pitt is sooooooooooooo cute!

The camera pans around, revealing the faces of Chris Steele and Drachen Hall, who are 'cleverly' disguised as teenagers. Red dots of marker adorn their faces, representing acne, as they wear Dias hats and other merchandise. Hall whispers to Steele.

Drachen Hall; Dude, it's Marcello Dias...and dude, you're a dude, dude.

Chris Steele; Bogus, man. But Brad Pitt is still sexy!

The two of them scurry over to Dias and Angelina. Dias has a sarcastic smile on his face, but Angelina just rolls her eyes as she studies the scene in front of her.

Marcello Dias; So, what do you two...'kids' want?

Steele points to Angelina.

Chris Steele; Her cherry, ma...

Hall sharply nudges Steele in the ribs with an elbow, stopping him mid-sentence.

Drachen Hall; Autographs, Mr Dias, dude?

On cue, Hall and Steele hold out pictures of Dias and a pen. Amused, Dias snatches the pen from Hall's hand, and quickly scribbles a Portuguese word or two on each of the mens' papers.

Chris Steele; Dude, is this...Aboriginal?

Angelina; It's Portuguese.

Chris Steele; Bodacious, man.

Drachen Hall; So what's your plans for the pay-per-view, dude? How are you gonna kick Hall's ass? I'm sure that sexy, awesome, bodacious, the-best-ever wrestler this federation has ever seen will lose, anyway.

Marcello Dias; Don't flatter yours...him.

Chris Steele; Tell us, man!

Marcello Dias; Oh, what do you know?

Dias glances down at his blank wrist.

Marcello Dias; Time for my match.

Angelina and Dias rush quickly past Steele and Hall, who look at one another, before high-fiving.

Chris Steele; I so got Marcello's autograph, man!

Drachen Hall; Please, dude. I so got Drachen Hall's!

We cut back to the main arena. The lights go out for a couple of seconds, and the fans begin to chatter in wonderment. Four purple pyros explode loudly in a line, and the lights turn on with the explosion. A man in all black stands in the centre of the ring and looks out into the crowd, as they stay quiet, not knowing how to react. The man begins to speak, and his raspy and mangled voice is heard on the loudspeakers.

Masked Man; I have warned for a couple of weeks that I will come and make Creation Wrestling a brand new fed. I said I would come to make Creation Wrestling less corrupt, and more hardcore. I want to make Creation Wrestling the primetime fed in the world. And now TLC has officially arrived. I am here to make CW as big as any fed the world has ever seen. If I have to beat down every f**king superstar in this damn fed to prove my point, to make them see that it is time for a change in this fed, then I will. From the day this fed started, I saw the type of fed it would become, and I can't say that I liked it.

Dean Nathaniel; I think you're on your own there, buddy.

TLC; With people like El Kabong, Enclosure, Blade Arkhan, and victim number one Kid Kaos as the original people on the roster, I could see that Creation Wrestling was off to a horrible start. I could see it would be just another garbage fed, until something came along to shake it up. I thought Scottie Rayda could do it. Waste of time. I thought Rude Boy could do it. Another waste of time. And so, now is time for TLC to bring the shake-up Creation Wrestling has needed since day one. Total annihilation, lethal confrontation, corruption will cease to exist. TLC is here. Prepare for the change that will make Creation Wrestling what every fed should be...extreme!

TLC grabs a can of spray paint from his pocket, and sprays TLC on the canvas in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the crowd cheer as Kid Kaos comes out and lays a solid kendo stick shot to TLC's back, almost snapping the stick in half!

Dean Nathaniel; Kid Kaos is after revenge!

Before Kaos can do anymore damage, TLC quickly scurries out of the ring. Kaos leans over the top rope, looking to the aisle as TLC looks back, pointing. Kaos points back, then sarcastically turns his hand to a flip-off. TLC gets to the top of the aisle and throws something at the ground, and pyro shoots in both directions from the sides of the aisle. When they stop, TLC is gone. Back in the ring, Kid Kaos ascends the middle rope and looks out into the crowd, holding up the snapped kendo stick as we jump outside onto the streets, where we see JX Lighthouse searching for Jodie Jackson and Matt Lanegan.

Robert Purcell; Lighthouse is walking straight into a trap!

Lighthouse turns the corner and sees a huge banner hanging at the entrance of an alleyway, reading 'Johnny, Come On Down!'. JX moves towards the banner and walks into the alley, before suddenly stepping back into the open. The camera looks past JX to reveal Jodie and Matt lying motionless on the floor, covered in blood!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh no. This doesn't look good.

JX falls to his knees and tears fill his eyes, as a voice is heard from the alley.

Figure; Dear ol' Johnny, what's the matter? You look like your whole world has just been taken from under you!

JX looks up towards the figure in the shadows with a look of fear in his eyes.

JX Lighthouse; Who are you?

Figure; I'm an old friend, Johnny. I came to console you!

JX Lighthouse; You did this didn't you? You bastard! Why did you do this?

Figure; I am saving you Johnny!

JX Lighthouse; Stop calling me Johnny. Only one person calls me Johnny, and that's...

JX's look of fear turns to hate as he realises who the figure is as he gets to his feet.

Figure; By jove, I think he's got it! This man is a real winner!

JX moves into the shadows with purpose, but is suddenly grabbed and pulled in. A muffled scream is heard for a moment, before JX falls out of the alley. His skin is pale, his eyes are shut and two puncture holes are present in his neck!

Figure; I have wanted to do that for a long time. Goodbye old friend!

The figure steps onto JX and kicks his body aside, walking off down the street before the camera can get a glimpse of his face. We change scene backstage to see Marcello Dias and Angelina pacing around the halls, before Katie Robinson barges in and starts to violate their territorial bubble with a microphone.

Katie Robinson; So, Marcello, pretty soon you'll be facing up to Violent A, who I must say seems pretty confident that he'll cause a major upset tonight - at your expense.

Angelina; So, your question would be?

Katie Robinson; I was wondering what your thoughts would be at this last minute.

Marcello Dias; You mean that you are here to play Advogado do Diabo?

Katie Robinson; Not necessarily.

Marcello Dias; So you are not about to say something like 'Violent A just said this about you', in order to get a good reaction?

Katie Robinson; That isn't my intention!

Dias thinks about it for a moment, while Katie looks on worriedly.

Marcello Dias; Fine then. At the moment, I am thinking many things, such as 'What do I have to do in order to avoid being assaulted for interviews everywhere I go?'. That I am fine with, irritating as it is, as I accept that it is a part of this business. However, I am not fond of those that live to contradict, and try and imply they are better than others with nothing to back them up. Is that a good enough answer?

Katie Robinson; Well, if you want to continue...

Marcello Dias; I shall. He has arrived, and decided as he spoke first, that makes him the better man. How? I did not realise there was a contest for first, let alone last, words, as that is childish. And, as many should know by now, I do not play child's games, especially if you insist on trying to make yourself a fixture on my bad side.

Angelina; Go on, guess who he's talking about.

Marcello Dias; For Violent A to live up to his words, he will need to miraculously combine skill, athleticism, and the ability of flight into his repetoire in order to succeed. If he wants to try, he can be assured I will not be um coelhinho feliz. In fact, he can count on swift, harsh, and precise repurcussions. He has said what he wants, and will do so until his dying day, no doubt, but as of now, his mouth is no longer a weapon, and he has to make something of himself in the arena. Good luck, my foolish friend, it will be needed.

Angelina; And by the way, I have alerted the Equal Opportunities officer about what you'll probably try out there. I wouldn't, since you'll get fired before you can say '2 Live Crew'.

Katie Robinson walks off, leaving them behind.

Marcello Dias; Is there any respite from this interference?

Angelina; Apart from not showering for a fortnight or a brand new deaf-mute gimmick, I doubt it.

The two of them walk off camera as we cut back to ringside. "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; Well Shane Ryder has a big contest coming up on Sunday, and you really cannot ask for better preparation than a match with the Heavyweight champion!

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. He walks over to Ryder and undoes his belt, shoving it in Ryder's face.

Robert Purcell; Just in case he needed a reminder of what he's up against!

Dean Nathaniel; Ryder is giving Scottie something of a warning in the opening here.

Robert Purcell; Nice counter move by Scottie, just the usual from the best damn wrestler the world has ever seen.

Dean Nathaniel; You're forgetting people like Phoenix, Cracker Jack - followers of the UWF would recognise those names instantly, and right now I don't think many consider Rayda to be in the same class.

Robert Purcell; They couldn't hold a candle to Scottie Rayda.

Dean Nathaniel; I bet you wouldn't be saying that if they were here right now.

Robert Purcell; Pah! I'm twice the man they ever were.

Dean Nathaniel; Maybe if you spent more time in the gym, you wouldn't be.

Dean Nathaniel; Rayda's jaw might be about to be introduced to 'The Ruff Foot'!

Robert Purcell; He never had a chance of pinning Rayda there.

Dean Nathaniel; Scottie Rayda is being made to look very average here! Shane Ryder has him on the ropes!

Robert Purcell; It's all over from here!

Dean Nathaniel; Scottie Rayda has it!

Scottie gets up, pushing Ryder aside and snatching his title belt from the referee. He raises it into the air, to jeers from the fans.

Dean Nathaniel; This was a very quick, but nonetheless important win for the champion!

Robert Purcell; Not only has Rayda preserved his energy, but he has a win under his belt and momentum going into Sunday night!

Dean Nathaniel; And momentum which he sorely needed. A defeat and a DQ victory are not the best way to prepare for a title defence, but with this victory he will have some wind in his sails come Force Of Nature!

Robert Purcell; Shane Ryder made a mistake in leaving Rayda alone for so long, and when you're up against the champion, mistakes are inevitably going to be punished!

Scottie walks off the stage, as Shane Ryder walks away. We cut backstage momentarily to see Rude Boy walking towards the ring, and the crowd reacts with a cheer. The shot then changes to El Kabong Jr, dressed in his black Adidas tracksuit. The cheers die down slightly, but are nonetheless still evident as we cut back to see Katie Robinson standing in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in her hand.

Katie Robinson; Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Creation Wrestling exclusive interview. First, I present to you the man who will be making his pay-per-view debut this Sunday...Rude Boy!

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. He steps down and into the middle of the ring, standing next to Katie with a smile on his face.

Katie Robinson; And his fellow challenger, the man who will be getting his second shot at the belt...El Kabong Jr!

The opening riff of "Hate To Say I Told You So" by The Hives hits the PA, and the crowd jumps to its feet and cheers. The camera looks around for El Kabong, seemingly unable to find him.

Robert Purcell; What did I tell you, Dean? It's the guy in the ring!

After a few seconds of everyone looking around, the camera picks up on El Kabong Jr seen running through the crowd, wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his trademark mask!

Robert Purcell; Does he keep spares or something?

He jumps over the guardrail and slides into the ring, holding out his arms in a crucifix as pyros explode from the ringposts. He steps forward and faces Rude Boy, as the fans look on, seemingly lost for words. Katie looks equally surprised, but she snaps out of it and gets on with the interview as the music dies down, a chant of "Rude Boy!" heard echoing through the arena.

Katie Robinson; I have to say I'm surprised to see the two of you together, but nonetheless, El Kabong...how does it feel to get a second chance at the Creation Heavyweight Championship?

El Kabong Jr; Well, Katie...

Rude Boy; Whoa whoa whoa, Katie! Hold your horses! Do you think the fans wanna listen to you chat with a bitter, sore loser like Kabong here? Or do you want a real interview with the guy whose name has been chanted since the beginning of Creation Wrestling's existence?

Katie looks to Kabong, who angrily concedes to both Rude Boy and the chanting of a large majority of the fans.

Katie Robinson; Very well then. How does it feel, Rude Boy, going into your first pay-per-view main event in almost a year?

Rude Boy; Well, to quote a famous cereal spokesperson...it feels grrrrrrr-eat! It hasn't been easy sitting at home, Katie, watching the fans chant my name and knowing that the Rude One can provide them with the nonstop entertainment that they truly deserve! I mean, you're good, Kid Kabong, but you ain't no Rude Boy, ya dig?

Kabong seems to steam as Rude Boy laughs, before continuing.

Rude Boy; I mean, I thought it would be funny to let you carry on the Rude Boy legacy, much as others carry on the Doink The Clown legacy, but why settle for that? Why allow some pretender to the throne to come along and garner glory for himself, using my trademark name as a tool for success, when I could just come back myself and remind these people exactly how the Original Smart Ass would carry out a match? So here I am, Katie. Here to set right what was wrong. Here to show Kid Kabong that there's nothing like the Real Thing, baby...hell, I'd say even better than the real thing, but god damn if I don't hate U2 nowadays! Heck, Bono sucks almost as much as Kid Kabong's performance earlier tonight!

A mix of laugh and boos eminate from the crowd as Rude Boy gets in another laugh at Kabong, much to his opponents frustration.

Rude Boy; But let's be fair here, Katie. The Rude One isn't only going up against Captain Caveman right here. Nah, I also have to deal with the peroxidal nightmare...proof that blondes really are dumb...naughty Scottie Rayda! What a goof, Katie! I mean...really. This guy makes that new Monica Lewinsky show look like a stroke of freakin' genius! I mean, seriously! Does this guy really think that the Rude One is just gonna sit back and watch him mouth off every single week, and not try and get revenge for the minutes of my life that I'll never get back listening to the turd? No!

El Kabong Jr stares at Rude Boy, just shaking his head in disbelief at the lack of a chance to get a word in. Rude Boy smirks at the crowd, and a minute cheer escapes from close to the ring.

Rude Boy; And another thing...

Suddenly Scottie Rayda hits the ring, and the crowd shouts to Rude Boy, but not in enough time to stop him being clubbed in the back. Rayda begins to stamp on Rude Boy's back as Kabong looks on, and Katie Robinson makes a quick exit.

Dean Nathaniel; El Kabong Jr looks torn between two choices here!

Robert Purcell; Just leave it to Scottie!

Kabong looks around at the fans as they jeer Rayda's actions, before suddenly springing into action. He dives over and begins to pummel Scottie Rayda in the back, but Rayda turns and reacts with a thunderous clothesline! Kabong folds in half as he hits the mat, as Rude Boy gets up. He charges at Scottie and spears him down, the crowd reacting with a massive cheer as Rude Boy begins to deliver storming right hands!

Dean Nathaniel; Things are exploding here!

Rayda suddenly throws Rude Boy off him, getting quickly to his feet. He undoes the title belt from around his waist, bringing it up to head height and delivering a shot to the head! El Kabong Jr rolls out of the ring, avoiding any more confrontation with Rayda as Scottie looks out at him, on his guard. Blood begins to trickle from a gash on Rude Boy's head as Rayda stands over him.

Dean Nathaniel; I think El Kabong Jr has had about enough for one night!

El Kabong walks up the ramp, staring at Rayda and pointing at him. The two exchange harsh words as Rayda walks over to the near side of the ring, ignoring the fallen Rude Boy as we cut backstage. Kid Kaos is walking around with the broken kendo stick in his hand, an angry look on his face. He looks towards a referee, who stands idly around.

Kid Kaos; Have you seen that TLC guy around here?

The referee shrugs, and Kaos continues down the corridor. We hear laughter coming from a room on the left, and Kaos turns in and enters. We see Ethan Sebastian and Jeff Maverick sitting around in the mens locker room.

Kid Kaos; Hey, you two! What do you know about TLC?

Ethan Sebastian; Their music sucks, why?

Kid Kaos; Don't play games with me Sebastian, I know who you are.

Ethan Sebastian; Well done. Now try to guess who Jeff is.

Kid Kaos; Listen, one of you sneak attacked me last week, and I don't appreciate it!

Jeff Maverick; Whoa there, just because we hate you doesn't mean that we sneak attack you every week!

Ethan Sebastian; Yeah, we'll leave that to other people.

Suddenly Kid Kaos is knocked off his feet, and Seven stands over him! He picks up the kendo stick and snaps it in half, throwing it aside. Seven grabs Kaos by the hair and drags him up, grabbing him and throwing him into the wall of the locker room! Sebastian and Maverick stand up, and Ethan pats Seven on the shoulder, before turning to Kaos.

Ethan Sebastian; We'll see you and Ryder at the pay-per-view. All three of us.

Sebastian and Maverick walk out, Seven following as we cut back to ringside. The arena blacks out, white lights flashing suddenly by the curtain as smoke covers the entrance. "You're The Reazon" by Twiztid starts playing. A figure can be seen in the cloud of smoke, as Violent A begins to walk very arrogantly down the ramp with a red hatchet in hand, his trademark Juggalo painted up face. He slides his hatchet underneath the ring and enters, climbing a top turnbuckle. He flips the bird with one hand and does devil horns with the other.

Dean Nathaniel; Tonight Violent A makes his debut, and this is a man that many people are tipping to be the next future star of Creation Wrestling. His early promos are drawing comparisons to Bane, from some quarters!

Robert Purcell; I've seen them, and I like what I see.

Dean Nathaniel; One thing is for sure, he will have his work cut out tonight. Recent debutants seem to be having a little trouble, and Violent A has one hell of an opponent to overcome. Dias isn't the International champion through good intentions.

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. Violent A stares a hole through him, as Angelina leaves and the bell rings.

Dean Nathaniel; Violent A looks very focused.

Robert Purcell; He makes It look like Doink The Clown!

Dias and Violent A soon lock up, with Dias getting the better of the exchange. He rolls into a hammerlock and sweeps Violent A's legs from underneath him, before jumping onto him as he lies flat and locking in a side headlock. Violent A stands up and pushes Dias off into the ropes, but the Brazilian answers with the Retorcer! Violent A rolls out of the move and straight out of the ring, managing to land on his feet on the outside. He staggers around a little, before shaking his head and removing the cobwebs. He turns around, only to be met by a baseball slide. Dias gets out of the ring and acknowledges the fans nearby, as they cheer him.

Dean Nathaniel; This is a typically speedy start from the International champ.

Dias walks over and grabs Violent A by the head, slamming it hard into the steel steps as the referee beckons him to re-enter the ring. Violent A staggers towards the announce table as Dias follows him over, grabbing Violent A and slamming his face against the table. Dias rolls back into the ring to break the referee's count, but as he rolls back out he gets caught square in the chin with a superkick! Dias hits the ground, surprised by the quickness of Violent A.

Dean Nathaniel; That was a stunning superkick from Violent A! He's certainly put Dias on the back foot.

Robert Purcell; Even the super duper International champion couldn't do anything about that.

Violent A grabs Dias, picking him up and rolling him into the ring. He climbs in after him, standing up and helping Dias to his feet. He pushes Marcello into the corner and begins to lash at him with knife-edge chops, bringing a gasp from the crowd with each shot. After a few chops he walks Dias to the middle of the ropes, throwing him across the ring, before flooring him with a picture perfect standing dropkick. He stands back up and taunts to the crowd, who react with a jeer as Violent A laughs to himself. Dias sits leaning on the canvas, but only until Violent A comes over and kicks him down with a stiff blow to the chest, before dropping and making a cover. Dias kicks out easily at one.

Dean Nathaniel; Violent A is certainly making the most of it! It could well prove to be his undoing, though.

Violent A picks Dias back up and leaves him standing in the middle of the ring, before hitting the ropes and executing a running clothesline. Violent A drops and makes another cover, more for show than as a real attempt to win the matchup. He gets up again, going and leaning back on the top rope as Dias picks himself up. Violent A walks back over and delivers a headbutt to Dias, flooring him again. As Dias rolls over holding his head, Violent A drops to the ground behind him and locks in a chokehold. The referee checks on the legality of the move, allowing Violent A to continue as Dias struggles to breath. Angelina thumps the mat with her palm as Dias bangs it with his own elbow, trying to find the momentum to drag himself out of the predicament. He manages to get to a sitting position, with Violent A still hanging on.

Robert Purcell; You don't want to let Dias to his feet! Keep him grounded!

Dean Nathaniel; That much is true. Dias is lethal when he is on his feet, as we saw earlier. He has speed that most struggle to rival.

Dias is now on his feet, and trying to free Violent A's grasp with his hands. He suddenly runs towards the corner, pushing off the top turnbuckle with his feet, and flipping back over Violent A! He grabs his opponent by the head on the way down, bringing him to the mat with a Diamond Dust style manoeuvre! The crowd cheer Dias' agility as he picks himself up, and Violent A does the same thing, visibly stunned by the counter. He gets up as Dias comes towards him, quickly countering the Brazilian's advance with a kick to the midsection, followed by a DDT! Both men lie on the ground, holding their heads from their respective landings as the crowd gets behind Marcello Dias.

Robert Purcell; Violent A did brilliantly well to counter there! Just as Dias was thinking about resuming the authoritative position in this match, Violent A comes back and puts him right in his place!

Violent A gets up and crawls towards the corner, looking down at Dias. He pulls himself up and begins to scale the corner, turning his head every so often to check on Marcello's positioning. Angelina cries out to Dias as Violent A continues to the top rope, before throwing himself back with a moonsault! He flies towards Dias, but Dias rolls out of the way as Violent A crashes face-first into the canvas! He bounces up from the impact, holding his chest in pain as he falls to his back. Dias manages to get to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. As he turns towards Violent A, contemplating his next move, the fans by ringside begin to pipe up. Most of the hubbub seems to be centred around the two popcorn vendors a couple of rows back.

Robert Purcell; Look who it is!

Dean Nathaniel; Well Steele and Hall are currently hanging around at ringside, folks, but I don't think dressing as popcorn vendors is the most inconspicuous way to go about spying on Dias.

Dias lifts Violent A to his feet, pushing him against the ropes. He hits a couple of open-hand chops, before whipping him across the ring. He catches Violent A on the rebound, looking for a belly to belly, but Violent A counters with a headbutt from close quarters. Dias releases his grip as Violent A hits the ropes again, coming back at Dias, but he finds his attempts to attack countered by a Japanese armdrag, followed quickly by a hurracanrana! Violent A rolls up and staggers back into the corner, and Dias heads towards him, jumping up and delivering a monkey flip! The crowd are on their feet as Dias watches Violent A stand up, grabbing him and raising him into the position of an airplane spin! He looks around at the fans, who rise to their feet as the Brazilian sets to end it!

Dean Nathaniel; Dias has Violent A set up for the Furac�o! If he hits this, it's good as over!

Dias spins around, bringing Violent A crashing to the canvas with a dragon suplex! He makes the cover for one, two, no! Violent A kicks out! Dias sits up, stunned as Violent A escapes what was surely certain defeat!

Robert Purcell; Counting your chickens before they've hatched, Dean!

Dean Nathaniel; I don't think there's a person here anticipated a kickout, Robert!

Not to be phased, Dias stands up and signals for the Friamente. The crowd cheers, and the two vendors are now totally focused on the contest as it unfolds. Violent A staggers to his feet as Dias comes over, setting him up for the Friamente! Just as Dias prepares to execute the move, Violent A manages to wriggle his legs free, standing up with Dias on his shoulders! He drops forward, choking Dias across the top rope! Marcello rolls around the ring, obviously in great pain as Violent A gets up. He catches Dias around the torso, raising him up in position for The Sixth! The fans jeer as Violent A sets up for the finish, but Dias counters into a victory roll for one, two, three! The bell sounds, and Dias stands up, raising his hands into the air as Violent A thumps the mat in anger.

Dean Nathaniel; What a great contest between these two! In the end Marcello Dias has claimed the victory, but not after a great fight from the debutant, Violent A!

Violent A rolls out of the ring, walking away annoyed with himself as Dias is handed his title belt. Angelina enters the ring to celebrate with him, and they pose for the fans. Suddenly Hall and Steele climb over the barricade, getting into the ring. Just as they get ready to attack, Dias and Angelina turn around. Hall and Steele stop in their tracks, as Dias and Angelina stare at them. Hall picks up a bag of popcorn and offers it in Dias's direction, to laughs from the crowd.

Dean Nathaniel; If I were Hall and Steele, I'd back out now. Dias could explode any second.

Dias takes the popcorn from Hall, pretending to check for money in his back pockets. After a few seconds he shrugs, throwing the popcorn in Hall's face! He nails Drachen with a right hand as Angelina hits the underside of Steele's tray, smacking it into his face as Hall rolls away. Hall stands up on the outside of the ring as Dias turns around, picking up Hall's tray of popcorn, and cracking Steele in the head with it! Steele rolls out of the ring, and the crowd cheer as Dias and Angelina look down at he and Hall, as Drachen helps his friend up on the outside. The two of them walk up the ramp, Dias and Hall exchanging words!

Dean Nathaniel; Didn't quite go to plan for Hall and Steele, did it?

Robert Purcell; Dias won't be so lucky on Sunday. He won't have popcorn trays to hit people with.

The two opponents continue to exchange words as we are taken backstage, where it appears Chris Cairns is heading towards the ring, with a purposeful look in his eye.

Dean Nathaniel; I guess we're not quite finished here tonight!

Robert Purcell; Obviously not!

Dean Nathaniel; What do you think Chris Cairns is coming out here for?

Robert Purcell; I'll hedge my bets it has something to do with Miami Missile. It's about time that guy showed his face, instead of hiding away like he has been.

Dean Nathaniel; Well there has been some speculation over the past week as to whether Miami remains a member of the Creation Wrestling roster. Perhaps we will find out from Chris Cairns tonight?

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 shouts for a microphone.

Dean Nathaniel; Well, it appears that we're not quite finished here tonight! It seems Chris Cairns has come to the ring to make an announcement of some description, he is certainly not dressed for action!

Robert Purcell; Depends what you call action. If he's gonna be finishing The Vice Challenge, he could do it dressed in a soiree outfit.

Chris takes the microphone from the ring announcer and looks out at the fans, smiling to himself as they chant abuse at him.

Chris Cairns; I started The Vice Challenge three weeks ago, with one aim. That aim was to restore the pride of The Black Circle, and to remind everyone who we are. To instill the fear, hatred, the downright loathing that used to be synonymous with our name. And you know, some might say I have been successful.

The crowd let out a louder jeer, as the few that had stopped during Chris's speech chime in again at his arrogance.

Chris Cairns; Take for example, Miami Missile. I called him out, I taunted him. I took JX Lighthouse, an old personal friend of Miami's, and used him as bait when I piledrove him head-first into a steel chair. I even cost him his International title on his first defence, and for what? Miami Missile is a man you people respect, and what did he do? He turned and ran. He didn't just brush off my challenge, he quit the damn federation. Ask yourself. Are these the actions of a man who deserves your respect, or the actions of a man in fear?

Dean Nathaniel; Don't flatter yourself.

Robert Purcell; Well, can you present a better explanation?

Chris Cairns; But yet, the puzzle is not quite complete. Miami Missile was to be the final nail in the coffin. This was to be the contest that would prove once and for all that you do not f**k with The Black Circle. But now what? Am I supposed to sit back and let it go?

Suddenly the lights go completely 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. He walks down and takes the microphone from Chris as the fans chant his name.

Chris Ponger; Before I start, Chris, I'm not here to challenge you. I'm out here with a different purpose, and that is to remind you of something. Maybe you don't remember, but I do. I remember the UWF, and I remember the Chris Cairns of old.

Chris stares at Ponger with no emotion, and he just stares straight back.

Chris Ponger; Back in the beginning, when you hired me, you were a good guy. Before Cracker Jack came along, before Bane came along, before all of that. You were someone that the fans, even some of the wrestlers looked up to with respect. But now, you look around and there's no respect.

Dean Nathaniel; Chris Cairns is being told a few home truths here by Ponger.

Robert Purcell; I don't think he actually cares.

Chris Cairns looks around. He seems to acknowledge the thoughts of the crowd.

Chris Ponger; Tell me, Chris, do you enjoy what you do? Do you really take pleasure out of causing pain to other people? Were you satisfied with yourself when you gave JX Lighthouse that piledriver? Did you go out there and do that because you wanted to, or because you felt you had to?

Robert Purcell; I think Ponger's been reading Psychiatry For Dummies.

Chris Ponger; I look at you, and I don't see another Bane, another Cracker Jack. I don't see a man who delights in causing pain to other people, I see a man who wants to go back to what he used to be. Can you look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong?

Chris Cairns stares straight back at Ponger, seemingly considering his comments. Ponger looks back at Chris and extends his right hand, offering a handshake.

Chris Ponger; So what do you say, Chris?

Robert Purcell; Don't do it Chris! The guy is a total loser! Do you want to hang out with losers?

The crowd will Chris Cairns to shake Ponger's hand as he looks around, then stares at Ponger's hand. He looks at his own as he raises it in front of him, before smiling and accepting the handshake!

Dean Nathaniel; I think Ponger's words struck a chord!

Ponger turns to the fans with a smile and raises Chris's arm into the air. The fans cheer at the reunion of the two, but Chris Cairns suddenly drags Ponger in, releasing the handshake and delivering a San Andreas Fault! The crowd jeers with a vengeance as Cairns stands up, looking down at the fallen Ponger with a huge grin on his face.

Robert Purcell; Ha ha haaaaa! Oh man, that was funny! What a total dumbass!

Chris Cairns walks over and grabs the microphone, standing over Ponger and putting his foot on Ponger's neck, choking him as he pushes him against the canvas.

Chris Cairns; It's like the saying goes, Ponger, nice guys finish last! You think I'd abandon everything I have to side with a loser like you? I've got everything I want, Ponger. I may not be the most popular person in your eyes, or these peoples eyes, but at least in Bane I have somebody I can trust not to stab me in the back. Remember, nothing or nobody gets in the way of family!

Cairns slides out of the ring with the microphone in his hand, walking up the ramp with a smirk on his face as the crowd jeers. Ponger rolls over onto his stomach, holding his throat in pain and staring a hole through Cairns.

Robert Purcell; When are people going to learn that you don't interfere in the business of The Black Circle?

Chris Cairns stops on the stage and turns back, smiling. He raises the microphone up again.

Chris Cairns; And Ponger, since you think it appropriate to stick your nose in my business, you can do it this Sunday.

The crowd cheers at the challenge set by Chris Cairns, as Ponger stares up and nods angrily.

Chris Cairns; Before I go though, one last thing. You wanted to know if I remember the UWF? Well, of course I do. It wasn't all that long ago. I remember a lot of things about the UWF. There are good memories, there are bad memories. But there's one thing that sticks out in my mind, one particular memory - and one particular man.

A buzz suddenly fills the arena, and Ponger's eyes widen as he looks up at Cairns.

Dean Nathaniel; You don't think?

Chris Cairns; That's right, Ponger. The name of The Black Circle has always provoked fear, even in small doses, but never so much as when we were a complete unit. For the last few months, an important piece of the puzzle has been missing. Until now.

Suddenly, the lights in the arena cut out, bar a single spotlight, which shines on the stage. An eerie silence fills as the crowd watch in anticipation. The camera focuses on Chris Cairns as he looks down at Ponger with a sick smile, the spotlight illuminating his face. He turns towards the curtain as loud, slow drum beats begin to pound out through the arena, building up the suspense. The lights flash back on as "Beauifiul People" kicks in, and the fans gasp in shock!

Dean Nathaniel; Surely it's not him!

Robert Purcell; It is, Dean, it has to be!

After a few long seconds, the dark figure of Cracker Jack steps out onto the stage! He walks up to Chris Cairns and stands in front of his brother, and the two hug as the crowd looks on in disbelief! Chris welcomes Cracker Jack back, before they turn to the fans, and Chris raises Cracker Jack's arm into the air.

Robert Purcell; Do my eyes decieve me?

Cairns and Cracker Jack stand on the stage, as Chris Ponger looks on from the ring! Cairns stares down at Ponger, pointing at him as Jack absorbs the reaction from the astonished crowd.

Robert Purcell; Ponger is gonna regret having come out here. He's bitten off a lot more than he can chew!

Dean Nathaniel; One thing's for sure, when these three men hit ringside on Sunday night, it is going to be huge! Chris Cairns and Chris Ponger will be the two men in the ring on Sunday, but the headlines will read 'Cracker Jack Returns'!

Ponger stands up and leans on the ropes, looking up at Chris and Jack with shock as Cairns laughs. Cracker Jack has a slight grin on his face, and the camera focuses on him as he stares out at the crowd, the fans sat in stunned silence at his return!